krosie

They both refused saying that you’re not chubby (all the things you’d regularly want people to say to you, but right now it’s different) “Guys, be for real! My clothes are so tight on me, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe! Can’t you do this for me? Please.” The two men sighed, giving each other a look. The real reason they didn’t want to help you is because they knew what would happen- knowing you, you’d get all irritated from the workouts not even thirty minutes in, complaining about the weights being too heavy and the combos being too difficult- they may have taken you to the gym a few months back when you told them you wanted to be healthier.

“No complaining this time.” Chan raised his brow sternly, giving you an unamused look. You shook your head, “No complaining.” Changbin huffed, shaking his head, “Fine.” You smiled widely at them. You were mostly grateful that your clothes would soon fit again-

The past few weeks have been okay- sure you had to bite your tongue whenever you were going to complain, but the three of you set up a system. Since both of them were much stronger than you, they trained differently than you- meaning that you would train with Changbin as Chan worked out before the two of them changed. Finally you came in one day, the two black haired men already there, with a big grin on your face. “What happened?” Chan sighed, quickly noticing your happy attitude. “Look!” You beam, showing off your outfit- which you had bought months ago and told yourself that you’d eventually fit into it, and well now you did. It was a simple three-piece workout outfit that hugged your curves in all the right areas.

Your two friends paused, Changbin mid squat and Chan mid pullup, both just staring, eyes trailing your figure before awkwardly clearing their throats. “You look…um, nice fit.” Changbin flushes, eyes avoiding yours. Chan was quiet, simply nodding along with Changbin’s statement- though his eyes never left yours, you could see something dangerous flash in his eyes. “Okay, what’s the plan for today?”

“Just warm up, we’ll figure that out later.” Chan breaks the silence, eyes still fixed to you as you turn to start stretching. Some kind of hidden confidence found its way to the surface because you watched them with a smirk. Something stirred inside and it enticed you to tease them, watch them writhe under your gaze, your movements. The three of you had never crossed the line placed between friends and something more, but you’d always toe it…maybe today is the day you cross it…or more so, make them cross it.

You made your way to the center of the room, thankfully it was only the three of you there. You bent over, reaching down for your toes, your ass on full display. Glancing over your shoulder, you watched as Changbin’s face flushed pink, trying to peel his eyes away from your body. Unfortunately, you couldn't see Chan from your position- so you decide to change it, stretching your body up, raising your arms above your head, your (almost) toned stomach on display. You caught his gaze in the mirror. A few minutes pass of silence, tension thick. “Okay!” You quip, “Someone spot me.” You walk towards the deadlift area. Grabbing the bar, you slide some weights on either side before taking your stance- attempting to lift it, stumbling slightly. A low sigh from your right has you turning your head. Chan stares down at you, now positioned in front of you.

“If you’re gonna try the deadlift, at least have something in front of you so you don’t topple over, sweetheart.” The nickname falling from his lips laced with mischief. You roll your eyes before feeling another presence, now behind you. “Just me bun, I gotcha.” Okay, maybe you didn’t think this far ahead when it came to teasing them- because you certainly didn't think you’d practically be sandwiched between them within minutes of arriving at the gym today.

The curly haired man in front of you guided you with his words, every now and then adjusting you so you don’t topple into him. The man behind you was a different story, Changbin was quiet…which was weird because as long as you’ve known him, he’s been the loudest person you’ve known. You knew the reason he was quiet though, occasionally each time you set the weights down, you’d make sure to brush your ass slightly against him- the first time it happened his breath hitched, thinking nothing of it…but it kept happening and now he was flustered, sending looks over to Chan. The eldest suddenly chuckled, having a clear view of what was happening. You tilted your head dumbly, as if you were confused. Chan simply cocks his head in the direction of Changbin, “What? Don’t tell me you were doing it on accident.”

You left the weights on the floor, standing up between your two friends. “Doing what?” You mock dumbly. Suddenly, a pair of hands were on your waist, pulling you flushed against their chest. “I know what you’re doing, bun.” Changbin whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. You blinked, observing how Chan smirked at the two of you. Something hard and firm pressed against the swell of your ass, the sound of breathless grunts from behind. You bite your lip at the feeling, feeling how Changbin’s clothed cock ruts into you. “Channie.” You whimper breathily, the latter raises his brow at you. “No, no. I’ll let Bin have his fun with you first.” You swore your knees almost buckled underneath you if not for Changbin’s grip on your waist.

“Bun please, can I?” The man behind you groaned, head falling to your shoulder. Changbin’s hands squeeze at your sides as if he were trying to ground himself to reality and not let the situation get the best of him. “Binnie, please.” With that, it was like a switch went off inside Changbin because all of the sudden his hands were all over you, running his hands up squeezing your tits before trailing back down to your ass. He shamelessly ogled at the way your leggings clung to your curves, his hands trailing along them before landing a small slap, peering over your shoulder to see if that was okay. Your small choked moan fueled him to continue, your legs were shaking already. Reaching towards the closet thing to stabilize yourself, your hands clutch at the fabric of whom you reached for. Chan looked down at you with a smug face, watching the way you shook underneath him.

By the time you knew it, your leggings were pooling by your ankles, Changbin’s fingers slipping through your wet folds. The whimpers leaving your mouth were almost pornographic, “Binnie! Fuck, Channie…please.” Changbin smirked behind you before diving into your throbbing cunt, his tongue flattening along your folds. High-pitched whines poured from you as you wiggled against the two. Your head felt like it was reeling, you felt so hot, being pressed against them made your mind go fuzzy. Chan finally caved in, unzipping your sports jacket before tugging your sports bra down slightly, your breasts spilling over. “Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous." His hands go to cup your tits, fingers teasing at your hardened buds. “Can I put it in, bun? Please.” You hear Changbin mumble against your cunt, his grunts vibrating through your body. You turn back to see him fisting his thick cock, eyes fixed on yours. You’re quick to nod, to which he quickly pulls from your cunt, lining himself up to your entrance.

“Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to use, yeah?” Chan smirked lazily, his hands working to his sweatpant waistband. Before you could respond, the stretch of Changbin sinking into you literally took your breath away. Changbin was stretching you out so much, he was so thick. You honestly felt bad for Chan with the way your nails were digging into his skin. All of the sudden, you were pushed down slightly, something hot resting against your cheek. You peer up at Chan through your eyelashes- watched as his flushed chest heaved while he gazed at you. “Open up baby.” And you did, lolling your tongue out as he slipped into your mouth. God you were going to go insane.

“Fuck, you’re so tight bun. Shit, hyung- you’ve gotta feel her, nngh, the way she’s squeezing me.” Changbin’s hips stuttered, pace faltering as his cock twitched inside of you insinuating that he’s close. You bobbed your head up and down Chan’s cock, his hands going to pull your hair back. “Shit, look at that baby. See how good he’s fucking you.” Chan chuckled slowly, gesturing to the mirror. Your eyes flickered to the mirror, watching how Changbin thrust into you, his hands gripping at your ass, Chan holding your hair while you bobbed up and down his pulsing cock.

Chan hips started bucking, fucking your throat- that was until some tears fell from your eyes, a small grunt coming from your throat. “Sorry sweetheart. You okay?” You're quick to nod. “Holy fuck Bin!” You moan out feeling the way the younger spilled inside of you.

“She’s all yours hyung.” Changbin smirked, pulling out of you. The older hastily replaces his friend's place, sliding into you with ease. Chan wasn’t smaller than Changbin that’s for sure, he was just slightly longer, pressing right against your cervix. Changbin leaned down to your face, leaving a small almost comforting kiss on your forehead before going to grab some towels to clean up.

“Fuck, Bin wasnt lying. You’re so fucking- shit, tight.” Chan muttered to himself, rutting his cock into you at a merciless speed. “Channie, I’m so close.” You whimper. Chan mumbled something into the crook of your neck as he held you in place, “Imma fill you up so much. You like that idea? Huh, you’re squeezing me so much- fuck.” With that he poured into you, your climax hitting you almost simultaneously. You came with a scream, practically sobbing both of their names. Chan pulls out slowly, careful not to hurt you. “Holy fuck.” The curly haired man sighs, watching the way both his and Changbin’s cum leaks from your swollen cunt. You whimpered at the sensitivity.

Changbin came back, warm towel and water in hand. “You okay, bun?” You simply chuckled breathlessly, nodding. “You guys are fucking insane.” You run a hand through your sweat-damped hair. “Guess that’s one way to work on cardio.” Chan helps clean you up, Changbin rubbing your leg. “I think I should have y’all spot me more often.” You hum, watching as the two men huff out a laugh.

“C’mon Min.” You chuckle, setting your towels on a nearby deck chair. “It doesn’t even go past six feet (1.8m).” Minho looked over you skeptically because both of you know for a fact that he cannot stand in six feet of water, unless you wanted his head well below the surface. “Look, we’ll just start on this side.” You sigh, shrugging off your shirt and shorts, revealing your two-piece bathing suit. Unbeknownst to you, a certain cat-eyed boy eyed you as you took off your articles of clothing, his gaze trailing along the curves of your hips and ass.

“Ready? Minho take off your shoes.” You stare at him blankly. Minho’s face doesn’t show it but he got flustered, his red ears the only clue to his flusteredness of hoping that you didn’t catch him staring. God, what was wrong with him? You offered to teach him to swim out of the goodness of your own heart, and now he’s over here ogling at your body each time you turn your attention away from him. Minho felt guilty as his eyes were glued to ass, each sway it made as you stepped down into the pool.

”Here.” You smile, outreaching your hand for him to take. “Is the water-“ “The water’s not cold.” You cut him off with a stare. Minho sighed in defeat as he reluctantly stepped into the pool. You weren’t lying when you said the pool wasn’t cold, it really wasn’t, which was surprising since it was only you two in the pool.

Minho shuddered as he entered the pool, water coming up to about his hip. “Chan said that he had tried to teach you to swim and you kinda got the basics…can you show me?” You tilted your head to the side, amused at how what Chan had said about Minho being like a cat in water was true. Minho hesitated at first, but slightly pushed himself forward about two feet before he started flailing his arm and kicking his legs to get his stability back.

“So it’s that bad huh?” You scoffed, a small smirk resting on your lips. “Im not that bad!” Minho protested. “Min, you practically started the first stage of drowning in three feet…it’s bad.” You giggled, shoulders shaking from your laughter.

Minho smiled softly at how his suffering is amusing to you.

The two of you spent the next three hours in the pool, till your fingers got all wrinkly. Minho finally made some progress about an hour in, he was steadily swimming towards the four and five feet, and whenever he felt himself go down, you’d remind him to just stand up. “Okay, you wanna try going to six feet?” You challenged, the poor boy in front of you looked at you as if you had lost your mind as he panted, “You’re insane.”

“Okay, fine. If you do this then we can get out and go buy some pudding, yeah?” The word pudding had Minho agreeing within less than a second. Minho’s face lit up as he pushed his feet off the five feet deep water before he started his attempt to swim. He almost made it to the wall when he felt his body become heavy, sinking into the water.

Suddenly his foot touched the bottom of the pool, though that meant that his head had gone under, the sudden frantic splashing of arm had you diving into the pool. You couldn’t tell with all the bubbles if he was still conscious, only when his arms went limp as you pulled him out of the pool did you notice.

“Shit! Min! Minho!” Your heart dropped, his eyes were closed and his chest wasn’t rising. Water began welling in your eyes as you started pumping his chest before making the decision to give him mouth-to-mouth. Unfortunately for you, you failed to hear the small groans that emitted from his mouth after the first chest compression. Minho didn’t really know what was happening, he remembers being pulled out of the pool while conscious only to be laid down- he doesn’t remember closing his eyes- or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

He totally wasn’t doing this because he was basically getting you to do mouth-to-mouth, indirectly kissing him. Your mouth pulled away from his, the boy breath you gasped, groaning as you positioned your hands again against his chest.

“Woah, wait.” Your eyes went wide when you realized he was just fine. “You fucking jerk! You scared me!” You huffed as Minho wiped his face of the excess water on his face.

“I scared you! I’m the one who almost drowned!” Minho scoffed back playfully. “Were you awake the whole time I was…” Your words trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. “While what? You were kissing me? No.” Minho smirked teasingly. Your brows furrow as you gasp exaggeratedly, “How would you know I did mouth-to-mouth?!” Your face was pink and hot, your flusteredness ought to be obvious.

“What? You’re acting like you hated kissing me.” Minho tilts his head, grabbing a towel from the poolside chair, wiping off the water from his skin. “I didn’t k-kiss you!” You exclaimed, cursing at yourself for stuttering. “You sure? Wanna compare the two?”

Your heart was pounding, you could practically feel it in your ears- you didn’t know what possessed you, but you blamed your state for encouraging you to make Minho react the same. “Why not?” You tilt your head with a bit of cockiness, though you wore a facade in front of it. Fortunately for you, you gauged the reaction you wanted from him. Minho shyly turned away, a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to his ear. The black-haired boy cleared his throat before saying, “Let’s go.”

In an instant the two of you were covered in towels, tension between you two as you walked back towards your apartment. Minho easily imputed the code to unlock your door, he had been here too many times before to not know it at this point. Once the door clicked shut, your back was suddenly against the door, towel dropping as Minho was so close to you. “Min,” You breath out, heart beating at your ribcage. Minho’s eyes flickered down to your lips then back up to your eyes. The look in his eyes was something you’ve never seen from him before, it was almost as if he was pleading for you to allow him to close the distance.

“Please.” You sighed shakily. With that, Minho closed the space between you, your lips connecting as his hands gripped at your hips. He was too nervous to touch you anywhere else, not until your hands found him and you guided them up your side, that’s when he took initiative. Minho’s hand trailed along each one of your curves, from your hips to your waist down to your ass. You groan into the kiss as his hands massage at the flesh. “Up.” Minho grunts, hands hooking under your thighs. You easily comply, wrapping your legs around him as he carries you towards your room.

Minho’s teeth grazed along the side of your neck before sucking the spot under your ear. “Minnie.” You whined as he set you on the bed, caging you in his arms. “Fuck, kitten. I wanna do so many things to you right now, is that okay?” Minho scanned your body laid out for him, your bikini top having slanted slightly revealing more of your breast. “Min please, make me feel good.” You whimpered, pulling him closer with your legs. Minho peeled off his wet shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

Minho’s hands were everywhere feeling you up, he only stopped when he reached the strings of your top. He looked up at you which you quickly nodded. “Tsk, words baby, use your words.” Minho tsked, teasing you. “Min.” You said sternly before rolling your eyes, “You can take it off.” The boy above you smirked, pulling the strings of your top, your breasts on full display. His hands go to knead your mounds as soft mews fall from your mouth. “Good?” He raises his brow at you. “Minho I swear to god if you don’t do something-“ Your words are cut off with his lips, suddenly his hand cups your cunt, fingers delicately tracing along your clothed folds.

”Fuck Min,” You moan, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit. “Hmm? You look so pretty wiggling under me as I rub your little clit.” Minho hums, leaning in taking your nipple into his mouth, gently sucking and nibbling at the skin. Back arching off the bed, your chest presses against his. “Min…need it…need you.” You whine, tears forming in your eyes from the stimulation. “What do you need, kitten?” He peers down at you with a grin. “Need you…to- ugh- fuck me.” You beg, moaning when Minho presses down on your clit a certain way. “Yeah? Gotta stretch you out first kitten.”

Lifting your hips, you help Minho pull off your bikini bottoms. Minho’s cold finger probed your throbbing entrance, running his fingers along your slick. With each wiggle of your hips Minho grew harder and harder in his swim shorts till there was a very evident bulge. “Min, more.” You plead, hands reaching for him. Minho chuckled, placing a small kiss on your navel before coming back up, kissing your lips as he slid another finger in.

His fingers worked in and out of you, stretching you to fit his size. The feeling of you clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking, and high pitched moans made the boy on top of you stop. You whined at the loss of friction but your disappointment was quickly washed away when you felt something hot and pulsing like at your soaping hole. “This still good with you?”

”Jesus fuck Minho, just fuck me already!” With that Minho slammed his hips flush against yours, giving you no time to adjust. His hips met yours as he set a pace, slow and deep. Your hands fly to his shoulders, wrapping around the nape of his neck. Minho grunts as he brings his lips to your collarbone, leaving kitten licks along your skin.

“Fuck Min.” Moans fall from your mouth as he ruts into you. “Hmm, you like this kitten? You like feeling my cock so deep inside of you?” Minho growls into your ear, “You look so pretty like this, taking my cock so deep. Almost couldn’t resist fucking you in the pool earlier in your skimpy bathing suit.” He applied some pressure on your lower stomach, allowing you to feel just how deep he really was.

“So fucking pretty, all for me.” Minho groans, hips faltering as he drew closer and closer to his climax. “All for you Minnie- oh my fucking god.” Your grip on his neck tightens as you slightly pull the hair there. You’re so close to spilling over the edge, you try to hold it back but it’s just too much. “Fuck, your pussy is all mine.” You clench around him, driving you to your climax, thighs shaking at either side of Minho.

“Hold on baby, almost there.” Minho groans into your neck as he continues pumping into you. You whine at the overstimulation for a few seconds then he’s reached his climax, spilling his hot cum inside of you. His hot breath fans across your neck as you both try to catch your breath. “I guess I need to keep giving you swimming lessons huh?” You joke as the boy above you pulls out of you, adjusting himself so that he can hold you in his arms. “I guess so.”

The TV played some random show while the nine of you gathered around the living room, chatting and laughing but mostly drinking. Finals just finished and well, to celebrate Minho and Chan’s upcoming graduation, you and your roommate, Jeongin, decided to throw a “party” for them. This “party” was really just your friend group hanging out and drinking till everyone was piss drunk without having to worry about having class the next day.

Back to the present, everyone was more less quiet as they downed another shot of alcohol. which is odd considering your friends are just a bunch of loud boys. “There aren’t any more bottles." Hyunjin whines after he reaches for another bottle to open just to be met with empty ones. “And it’s so hot.” Jisung complains, lifting his head from the floor where he was sprawled out.

“Augh, someone turn the fan on!” Jeongin groans, eyeing you as he fiddles with a bottle of soju. “Don’t look at me, I'm not the closest to the panel.” You groaned annoyedly. Jeongin stares at you blankly before you relentlessly drag yourself off your spot on the floor and head towards the panel. “Seungie, can’t you just turn it on?” You tilt your head lazily after noticing how much closer he was to the fan switch on the wall. “You really that lazy to just walk your ass over there and switch it yourself?” Seungmin snarked. God you forgot how snarky and bratty he is when he’s drunk.

You sigh before inching closer to the panel. “Ugh, it’s so mucky.” You frown after flipping the switch, fan blades turning overhead. Walking back to your spot, you shake your head to shake the heat off but then the sweats start, your skin flushes, and your skin feels uncomfortably sticky.

“Hey, you okay?” Your freckled face friend asks, worry coating his voice. “Why wouldn’t I be?” You quip. “You’re really red…like worse than Minho and Jisung, and that’s saying something.” The oldest curly haired boy spoke up, brows furrowed at how flushed you looked. “Hey! I’m not that red you ass!” Minho voices from his spot on the couch above Jisung. “I’m fine, just really hot I guess.” You simply shrug, ignoring the cat-eyed boy. “Maybe go change clothes so you don’t melt?” Changbin teased you from his spot next to Minho. You roll your eyes but nonetheless decide to strip.

You never really cared about changing in front of them, you guys have been friends for so long it doesn't usually phase anyone when anyone would change. With that, you slipped your sweatshirt off. To you a bra was nothing less than a bathing suit top, so you really could care less. But this time it was different…for some reason it did phase them.

All of them.

Chan shifted in his seat once he laid eyes on your flushed body. Jeongin did a double-take. Hyunjin audibly gulped and Changbin gripped the material of his hoodie so hard his knuckles turned white. Felix and Jisung were just blatantly staring. Minho and Seungmin were the only ones that seemed somewhat indifferent other than the small glances they’d both take.

You hadn’t noticed them. Not yet at least. “It’s so hot.” You whine, lifting your hair to allow some air on your neck. “Ya! Take this.” Changbin exclaims, peeling his hoodie off and tossing it to you. “What?” You stand there confused…he’s never cared if you had a shirt on or not, so why now? “Hah, can’t stand me or what?” You drunkenly play with your lifted hair how models typically pose. If you were sober you’d probably hide in your room from the embarrassment.

“Fuck.” Changbin bit his lip, swallowing the lump in his throat. Cause yes, he couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t stand the fact that you were there flushed and chest practically exposed for them to see. You giggle drunkenly to yourself before stealing a quick glance at Changbin, sitting there in a muscle shirt, his muscles flexing as he grips his joggers now. Oh fuck…maybe it was affecting you too.

“Binnie, why would she wear your hoodie if we’re all literally sweating our asses off right now?” Seungmin commented, you catch him as he eyes your body. “If you’re so hot, then take off your shirt too.” You peer at him, lying next to Jisung and Jeongin on the floor. You didn’t fail to notice Jisung still obviously staring or Jeongin’s eyes falling to your breasts.

“Can you just put the hoodie on?” Jeongin cleared his throat, licking his lips as he forced his eyes away from your cleavage. You roll your eyes at him shifting sideways to face Jisung. The round cheeked boy’s eyes were wide, frantically scanning from the plump of your breasts to your eyes then to your cleavage and back to your eyes. “Ji, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” You slur, hand reaching up to play with his hair.

The other eight watched as you fondled Jisung's hair, all of them holding their breath. Jisung blinked at you, furrowing his brows to not look down anymore. “You’re acting weird. You can look down, you know? It’s only natural.” You don’t know what is possessing you to tease Jisung but it’s probably the four bottles of soju you downed earlier.

Jisung didn’t respond, simply shaking his head. “Use your words baby.” You coo. Jisung folded. Well to be clear they all did, Hyunjin groaned but covered it up with a cough, but you could feel the weird tension in the room. Damn, the alcohol is really getting to you. “I can’t, um, cuz I’ll…” Jisung’s words trailed off, desperately praying that you don’t feel his growing bulge as you scooched closer, your chest almost touching his. Jisung’s face was red, not because of the alcohol though.

”Sungie looks like he’s about to combust.” Hyunjin chuckles to himself, sitting across from you. “You jealous?” You remark, getting up and straddling Jisung backwards to face Hyunjin. The boy underneath you threw his head back, praying to the gods that you couldn’t feel his hard on…which unfortunately for him isn’t going to happen because you’re sitting directly on his hardened cock.

Without warning you start rolling your hips, maintaining eye contact with Hyunjin. “Oh fuck. I guess it really is hot in here.” Jeongin gulps, peeling his shirt from his torso leaving his toned body on display. “You’re drunk, you're not thinking straight.” Chan breathes, as much as he finds the sight in front of him insanely arousing, he doesn’t want you to regret this in the morning. So with that, Chan moves to lift you off of Jisung.

“Hyung no! Please, this feels incredible, don’t make her stop!” Jisung whimpers, throwing his head back as you grind down particularly hard on him. “Yeah, Channie. We’re just having fun.” You smile giddily, clearly out of it. But you know what they say, drunk actions are sober thoughts. Chan stops in his tracks as you push your arms together to allow you more support on Jisung’s lap, squishing your tits together in the process.

“Darling, do you want us to…um…go?” Felix asks, eyes looking everywhere but you. “No Lixie.” You whine, “C’mere.” The blonde boy easily makes his way to you because goddamn do you look good. “Can I?” You tilt your head in question, and despite him not knowing what you’re asking him, Felix immediately agrees. Without delay, you lean in closing the gap between your lips. A gasp emits from Hyunjin, while Minho inhales a sharp breath. Chan shifts awkwardly where he stands.

”More.” You moan into the kiss, “Hyune, Bin, please.” Their hands are on your body as soon as those words of you pleading for them came out. Meanwhile, Jisung is so close to cumming that he’s gripping at your hips to stop, mumbling words stringing from his mouth. “Guys!” Chan tried to protest against them touching you since truthfully none of you were sober…he felt as if he’s the only one with self control. Sure Minho and Seungmin hadn’t said a single thing since this whole charade started but they hadn’t said anything against it either.

“Innie?” You moan, making almost grabby hands. Suddenly mouths peppered kisses and licks along your chest, trailing down to the wells of your breast as Jeongin lifts you from Jisung. You lean between his legs, against his sturdy chest as your legs spread for the other three. Felix moved away from you, face entirely red, his cock twitching in his shorts. Hyunjin licks strips up your legs, your short bunching higher as his face inches closer and closer to the place you desired one of them the most.

Instinctively you roll your hips forward to gain some friction but Changbin’s hands are quick to hold them still. “Gonna make you feel good? Yeah bun?” Your head erratically lolls back onto Jeongin’s shoulder. The latter’s hands go to grip your thighs, spreading them apart for Changbin to move your shorts and panties to the side. “Mm, this okay?” The muscular man peers up at you, you hastily nod, wiggling your hips towards him. “Words bun?” “Yes, fuck Binnie, please!” Changbin hums in affirmation as he attaches his lips to your throbbing cunt, the vibrations sending chills up your spine, arching into Jeongin.

Changbin’s tongue trails between your folds as Hyunjin leaves bite marks along the plush of your thighs. Your eyes scan across the room before locking with Seungmin’s. He sat across the room with his brows furrowed as he watched you get used by your friends. The tent in his jeans clearly lets you know that he’s turned on by whatever the fuck is happening right now. You squirm under the stare of his eyes. “Lix, bite her neck.” He nods towards the blonde. The latter looks at him dazed with confusion but nonetheless brings his mouth towards your neck, teeth digging slightly into your skin before sucking to relieve the pain.

A long groan strings from your mouth as Felix gets distracted, sucking along the side of your neck. “Mm, fuck Lix! Bin! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your hands fly to Changbin’s hair, tangling themselves in his wavy hair. “Seung stop looking- ah, at me like…ugh…that!” Eyes screwing shut, avoiding eye contact while a smirk makes its way onto his lips. “Look at me pup” God, your thighs instinctively close, but Jeongin’s quick to hold them open, leaning his head down and whispering, “Keep them open princess.” His lips graze behind your ear. You bite back the moan that threatened to come out. “Don’t be quiet kitten, let us hear you, yeah?” A voice that had been quiet the entire time finally spoke, Minho.

“Not you guys too.” Chan huffed out a breath, shaking his head at them. Suddenly, two cold fingers probed at your soaking entrance, you clenched around nothing just before Hyunjin’s fingers entered you. Curses and moans spew from your mouth as Hyunjin’s fingers worked their way in and out of you and Changbin’s tongue continued lapping at your cunt. “Mm, close, fuck I’m so close!” Head lolling back onto Jeongin’s shoulder, arching into him you could feel the boner he sported. As soon as you start clenching and shaking, Changbin and Hyunjin stop pulling away from your cunt. “Why’d you stop!” You whine, watching as the two stripped themselves of their shirts.

You scanned around the room, finally observing everyone around you. Jisung sat to your right, cock in hand, his face flushed as his eyes scanned your body. Hyunjin and Changbin moved a few feet away from you, but still facing you, Changbin was shirtless, face was wet with your arousal and Hyunjin sucked his fingers clean, his toned torso on display. You felt your body shiver at the sight. Felix was to your left, thighs rubbing together as he rubbed himself over his shorts, his freckled face red as a strawberry. You look towards the others. Seungmin sat on the couch, a pillow over his lap, one of his hands hidden under the pillow. Minho sat next to him, arms crossed, a lopsided smirk on his face as his head tilted to the side, the bulge in his pants catching your eye. You couldn’t see Jeongin since he’s still behind you, but you can feel his heavy breathing as his chest moves up and down.

The only one who wasn’t looking at you was Chan. He looked down awkwardly, shifting once he felt your eyes on him. “Channie?” You question. The mentioned boy’s eyes glance up at you, and boy did he regret doing that. The sight of you in between Jeongin’s legs, your own legs spread, cunt on display as your flushed chest heaved, god he was so fucked. Your eyes met his. “Channie? You okay, if you don’t like this we can stop? Do you want to leave?” You could sense his uneasiness, but you knew he liked it, at least his body showed that he did. “I- I just don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.” Chad’s eyes flicker to the second eldest, hoping he had some sense of morality…he didn’t, Minho’s eyes were glued to your body. “You didn’t answer the question.” You tease, spreading your folds with your fingers for him to see. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

Fuck.

“If he won’t I will.” Jisung whined impatiently. “Innie, come.” You beckon the youngest over as you crawl towards Jisung, straddling him again. By now you’ve stripped yourself of your shorts and panties. You align Jisung’s red cock up to your entrance before sinking down onto it. It’s not necessarily huge but it’s about average size. The boys around you two watched in awe as you bounced up and down a few times. “Here Innie.” You lean forward, chest against Jisung’s as you spread your ass cheeks apart so Jeongin could squeeze alongside Jisung. “Holy fuck. You’re just a little minx aren’t you?” Jeongin chuckles, freeing his cock from his pants. It didn’t burn as much as you thought it would, though you were sure that you’d feel it tomorrow. Once Jeongin bottomed out he gave you a few seconds to adjust before you gave him the go ahead. He was slightly bigger than Jisung’s girth, so it did sting slightly.

The feeling of Jeongin thrusting into you was so overwhelming, not just because this position caused him to go so deep, but because Jisung’s cock was twitching and moving with every thrust that Jeongin made. The older one of the two was whining into your ear, begging Jeongin to go faster, which the younger happily obliged to. “Oh fuck!” Both you and Jisung cried out. “I’m gonna cum! Holy fuck.” Jisung started shaking, his hands came up to your hips in an attempt to pull out. “It’s okay Ji, you can cum inside.” That in itself was enough to send Jisung and Jeongin over the edge. Both of them releasing inside you.

Jeongin helped you off of Jisung before plopping down onto the floor next to him, both panting with a dazed expression on their face. “Cm’ere bun.” Changbin gestured for you, you eagerly made your way towards him. “You take both of us too, yeah pretty?” Hyunjin came up behind you, hands rubbing soothingly at your hips. You hum as his hands make their way up your hips towards your tits. “Let’s take this off yeah darling?” You’re quick to nod. Hyunjin maneuvers the bra clips with ease, slipping your bra off and tossing it somewhere to the side.

Suddenly, Hyunjin pulls you down onto him after taking a seat on the couch. You gasp as the slim man in front of you cups your breast massaging and teases them as you whimper under his touch. “Jinnie.” Hyunjin smirks under you at your reaction, deciding to tease you more he takes your nipple into his mouth. A high-pitched moan escapes past your lips as you start grinding needily onto the short haired man.

“Needy, are you darling?” Hyunjin muses up at you. Lifting your hips, you let him free himself of his pants, lining up his throbbing cock to your equally throbbing cunt. “Holy shit.” Hyunjin’s long cock slides inside of you with ease thanks to Jeongin and Jisung having stretched you out prior.

“C’mere pretty.” Hyunjin mumbles against your tit, though you were confused since he was already inside of you. All of the sudden Felix appears next to you, shyly looking away from Hyunjin. “Felix is really pretty, huh.” You state, smirking at how the blonde tenses, shoulders rising with each growing moment of embarrassment. “I’m gonna put it in, okay bun?” Changbin’s voices from behind, his hands cupping your ass as he massages the flesh. “Please.” You whine, pushing down on Hyunjin cock towards Changbin’s hands. “Lixie, c’mere- oh fuck.” You yelp out as Hyunjin nibbles on your tits, leaving small hickeys along the mounds of them, and Changbin pushes inside of you. Though you didn’t see his size, you could most definitely feel it. God, he was stretching you more than you thought you could take.

Felix stood on top of the couch, grabbing at the wall for support as your hands grip at his thighs. Hyunjin hands go to the drawstrings of Felix’s shorts, easily pulling them down, letting his cock spring free. Sticking your tongue out, you lick a strip up the side of his cock. Felix flinches at the feeling so you watch his reaction. “Taste good Lix- fuck- want more- oh my-“ You groan, sticking your tongue out as Changbin and Hyunjin thrust into your cunt. Felix grunts at the sight underneath him, sliding his cock into your mouth. Felix is about the same size as Jisung so you didn’t have to worry too much about gagging around him. As your warm mouth encloses around his cock, Felix lets out a low groan.

“Shit, bun. Imma cum- fuck.” Changbin says, thrusts getting sloppier each time. “Fuck, Bin! You two feel so good!” Hyunjin cries out, cum spurting out of his cock and into you. Felix’s breathing gets heavier as Changbin empties inside of you, sliding out simultaneously with Hyunjin. “Hah, wait. Not in your- ah- not your mouth.” You peer up at the boy, his brows furrowed as you pull off of his dick with a pop. You wrap your hand around his cock pumping as he releases on your chest. You chuckle at his reaction when he realizes that he made a mess. “M’sorry! Let me-“ Felix rambles before you cut him off with a kiss. “It’s fine Lix.”

“Fuck, so is it our turn yet pup?” Seungmin huffs out, grunting when Chan lightly slaps his arm. “Chan’s still being a pussy about it.” The cat-eyed boy next to Seungmin shakes his head, “You up for it kitten? Want us to treat you like the whore you really are?” You held back the moan that almost escaped your mouth. Fuck you werent gonna lie, you figured Minho and Seungmin were into some kind of kinky shit given their personalities, but you never thought you’d be in a position where you’d get to experience it.

“On the floor.” Minho commands, you oblige instantaneously, kneeling onto the floor. “Hmm, so how’re we gonna do this?” Seungmin grabs a fist full of your hair, lifting your head up to look at him. “Fuck her throat as I fuck her?” Minho offers form somewhere behind you. You watch as Seungmin’s expression turns into a sinister one. “Sounds good, open up slut.” Seungmin’s smirks down at you as Minho hoists your ass to where he wants it. “Fuck your ass is so perfect.” He breathes out, hands roaming around each curve of your ass. Seungmin and Minho thrust into you at the same time without warning, and fuck- do you feel like you’re about to explode. Each one of them had been building you up to your orgasm but- shit you felt like it was just gonna come. No pun intended.

“Fuck, look at you being used like how you were supposed to be.” Seungmin grunts, his cock poking at the back of your throat. Your eyes filled with tears as he triggered your gag reflex, his cock was reaching so far back you honestly thought you might choke on it. “Look at you, choking on Seungie’s cock.” Minho teased you, using the nickname you give Seungmin. A sudden hot sharp pain shot down onto your ass, as Minho continued abusing your cunt. “Aw, I think the slut likes it?” Seungmin peers down at you, “Look at me- ah fuck. You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock.”

You moan around Seungmin’s cock, the vibrations moving along his length. “Fuck- stop clenching like that.” Minho grunts, another harsh slap landing on your ass cheek. Your legs are shaking, you didn’t know if you could take it anymore. One more suck of Seungmin’s cock had him release down your throat with a low groan. Seungmin pulled out of your mouth as Minho continued plummeting inside of you. The brown hair boy suddenly knelt down to you, leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Say it, say his name.” Nothing but moans and gasps emitted from your mouth. “Say it. You know you want him to fuck you too.” Seungmin commanded again, smirking up at Minho who immediately understood what he was trying to have you do.

“Chan!” You scream out as Minho lands another slap on you ass, “Fuck, Channie- please! Minnie!” Your clenching causes MInho to spill over the edge, him now emptying inside you along with everyone else’s cum. Minho pulls out leaving you on the floor. Your panting fills the room as everyone goes silent, everyone staring at Chan. His breath was uneven, arms crossed, and cock hard. As much as he wished he could’ve walked away and not watch them fuck you. He needed to know that they didn’t go too far and that you were comfortable- inevitably watching each of your friends using you as their personal fucktoy and you letting them- practically begging them to use you like one got him insanely turned on.

“Channie, please, fuck me.” You pleaded, your naked body all sprawled out for him.

Almost as if something inside him snapped, Chan was next to you the next second, pulling you onto himself. Mouths connected as his hands felt up your entire body, like he wanted to have the shape of your body engraved into the palm of his hands. “Fuck baby, you can’t say shit like that.” You moan into his mouth as his thumb rubs circles onto your clit.

Moans poured out of your mouth as he kissed along your neck. “Imma fuck you so good, hmm love? How does that sound?” Chan smirks, hands busy pulling off his sweats. “Oh fuck! Channie please, need you…so bad.” You moan, body squirming as his fingers rubbed at your sensitive clit. “Fuck,” Chan sighs, taking in the sight in front of him, “you’re so fucking sexy love.”

You cover your face with your arm, but he’s quick to hold your arms overhead. “Tsk, I wanna see your pretty face. You were so confident in showing all of them your face, why not me, hmm?” Some kind of switch really did go off inside Chan. “Channie please, need you.” Chan smiles down at you as he frees his painfully hard dick from his pants, hissing when the cool air meets his skin. And fuck was he big… “Yeah, gonna fill you up so good. Better than any of ’em.” He chuckles, spreading your legs and pushing inside of you. “At least we got to fuck her before you.” Seungmin remarked, but Chan ignored him.

Your legs instinctively wrap around Chan’s waist as he starts drilling into you at a ruthless pace. “Oh fuck! Chan, oh my fuck!​ Channie!” You whimper as his thrusts hit deep directly into your g-spot. Fuck were you about to cum. “Yeah baby? What is it? Look so pretty underneath me.” He pulls at your hips, bringing you closer to him. Chan grunts and groans as you clench around his cock. “You almost there baby? Already?” He teases, placing a kiss on your collarbone before leaning back and watching the way your tits bounced with each of his thrusts.

“Fuck Chris!” You cry out, squirting around his cock, your juices getting all over the floor. “Fuck love, you can’t-“ Chan grunts at your use of his name, spiraling him to his climax, causing him to spill inside of you. The two of you laid there for a bit, his cock still inside you. “Holy shit.” A voice says, it sounded like Hyunjin. “Lemme go get a towel.” Jeongin chuckles, his voice getting smaller the farther away he gets.

A few minutes later, you’re all cleaned up sitting on the couch with new clothes on. The guys surrounded you, dressed as well. “Hey you okay?” Chan asks nervously. You look up at him and give him a reassuring smile. “Look I know we were all drunk, so we could blame it on that and pretend it never happened…or we could talk about it.” You offer, sipping some water that Felix had brought you earlier. ”I mean, I wouldn’t mind doing that again.” Changbin clears his throat, staring down at the floor in embarrassment in case no one agrees with him. “Gotta agree with Bin on that one. That was so fucking hot!” Jisung chuckles, running his hand through his black hair.

“So, we’re all fuck buddies then?” Seungmin asks, looking around at his friends. “Would that apply with just her or…” Felix implies awkwardly glancing at Hyunjin. “I don’t mind any of you guys honestly.” Hyunjin shrugged, throwing a wink at Felix- whose face got flushed red. “I wouldn’t mind you guys either.” Minho added, staring at Jisung. “Chan?” You look over to the eldest. The latter took a few seconds then sighed, “As long as you’re okay with it.” “Not gonna lie, it’s gonna be hard for me not to fuck you everyday.” Jeongin said, chuckling since you two were roommates. “Aw fuck.”

• prompt: gymracha (sc&bc x reader)

• prompt: tongue in cheek habit (bc x reader)

• prompt: drunk and hot (skz ot8 x reader) <closest to being finished>

• prompt: short skirt (3racha x reader)

“Lee Minho.” A professor walked in and called out. “Lee Minho to Mr. Park’s office.” The professor repeated. The aforementioned boy rose from his chair confused before excusing himself from the room. The whole class murmured amongst themselves while the teacher tried to gain their attention back. It’s the last week of school, what kind of trouble could someone possibly get into this close to the end of the semester?

Minho is known to be a generally good student. Unless he’s with his rowdy group of friends, he never gets in trouble, nonetheless gets called out to go to the professor’s office. Curiosity filled your mind at what he could’ve possibly done. After class, everyone was dismissed. Just as you step outside the classroom door, the same professor comes up to you, “Y/L/N Y/N, please head to Mr. Park’s office.” Now that’s new. Never in your three years of university have you been called to the professor’s office.

Your heart raced, palms sweating as you knocked on the office door. “Ah, Miss Y/L/N.” Your English professor, Mr. Park, exclaims while opening the door for you. “Hello, Mr. Park, is everything all right?” You ask, anxiousness flooding your body. “Ah, yes, everything is fine. I just have to ask you last minute about something. Please have a seat next to Mr. Lee.”

You settle down in the chair next to the previously mentioned boy.

You glance over at the boy. He was seated awkwardly next to you, he felt your eyes on him, greeting you with a small smile. “Miss Y/L/N, you have an exceptional grade in English, so I am wanting to assign you as a tutor to Mr. Lee here.” You smile at Mr. Park, “Of course sir.” You agree, because what kind of person would you be to not take on a tutoring position that could potentially boost your resume.

“Perfect, it’s settled then. Thank you, and sorry about taking you out of class.” You shake your head claiming that it wasn’t a big deal. Once you and Minho leave the teacher’s room, the dark haired boy stills in the hall. “You don’t have to by the way. I can just get one of my friends to help me out.” He spoke up, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “It’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides, it helps me practice English too in a way.” The quiet boy simply nodded at your statement.

“Oh, can I have your number?” You ask happily, no ill intention. Yet Minho stared at you dazed and kind of weirded out. “So we can schedule a time to meet up.” You clarify, cheeks slightly flushing at the possible double-meaning behind your words. Minho nodded slowly as if he understood but still wore a weary look on his face. “Don’t worry dude I’m not gonna give it out,” Minho chuckles at that before bidding farewell.

***

The day arrives when you and Minho are to meet up for your first study session. You had agreed on studying at Minho’s apartment since he had no roommates. So now you sit in Minho’s room at his desk, awkward silence surrounds the two of you as you stare down at the English textbook on the table. “How well do you know English?” You finally mumble. “Sorry?” Minho says, unable to hear you the first time.

“English. How much do you know?” Minho’s mouth formed an o shape, his face contorting to a cute confused look.

“Not much.” He starts, “My friends try to teach me but it’s hard.” You nod understandingly, “What words do you know?” Minho blinks at you before pouting, “Cunt, fuck, shit, cock-” “Woah!” You cut him off before he could continue. His voice saying those words did something to you, something that you didn’t know. “I take it your friends curse often?” The black haired boy’s eyes go wide, “Were those all curse words?” You nod at him to which a terrified look takes the place of his previously confused one. “I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, don’t worry. You’ll get it, I promise.”

***

Holy fuck were you wrong. Minho isn’t worrying, it’s you. It’s been almost two hours of studying and Minho’s understanding enough words to make a broken sentence- but fuck did you even think that his voice would sound like that while speaking.

“I want to go to restaurant.” Minho reads off the textbook in broken English. “To a restaurant.” You correct, “To a restaurant.” He repeats quietly. “You have pretty voice.” He switches mid sentence. You almost don’t catch what he says. “What?” Your cheeks flush as you tell yourself that you’re hearing things. “You have pretty voice.”

“Where did you learn that?” You quip, heart pounding against your ribcage. Minho points to his phone which shows a translation app. You huff out a laugh at his cuteness at which Minho’s cheeks redden. Your eyes are drawn to the red hue of his cheeks, Minho shifts under your gaze, his body tingling for some reason. “What?” He asks.

“Nothing, your voice is pretty too.” Minho quickly understands the word, his heart pounds in his chest. “Let’s make a deal.” You state, “The more you talk the more I talk…deal?” Minho’s chest rises with anticipation, for some reason he grows aroused. “Okay.”

“Here, read this sentence.” You say, your eyes trailing his face for any reaction from your words. Minho gets through the first few sentences before reaching one where he struggled. “I can’t.” Minho grunts, his plump lips forming a pout. You place a comforting hand on his thigh, squeezing the soft flesh- Minho stiffens, more specifically his cock starts to twitch in his jeans. “I…want…you…to…” The dark haired boy starts, stalling between words as your thumb rubs circles on his leg. “Want me to do what?”You tease, tilting your head to the side.

“Fuck.” Minho mutters under his breath, he can practically hear his heartbeat in his ears. “Want you.” Minho’s breath shakes. You hum, having not caught his words. “I want you.” Now your heart is pounding, a pool of arousal throbbing from your cunt. “Want me for what?” You smirk, inching your hand higher on his thigh- the boy underneath you arching his back as you shorten the distance between your bodies.

“Please…please.” Something inside you snaps as Minho begs under your hand. You push his chair away from the desk, spreading his legs apart. Minho lets out a small whimper at that, “You ready pretty boy?” Minho’s brows furrow while he attempts to translate it, though he knows it’s something arousing, because you had said pretty and well you were now kneeling between his legs.

Minho shamelessly nodded, despite not knowing exactly what you said, but it was hot- the throbbing cock that strained against his jeans was a sign to just how hot he thought it was. “Can I?” You ask, hands rubbing up and down his thighs. Now knowing what you’re saying, Minho quickly nods. “Need it.”

Fuck were you horny. The way his words rolled off his tongue made you squeeze your legs together. Your hands fiddle at his zipper, letting his clothed bulge free from his jeans. “Such a pretty cock, all for me.” You hum as you palm Minho’s cock through his boxers. It’s not abnormally big but enough to where you know you'll be full and stretched out.

“All for you.” Minho repeats, he stares down at you as you place a kiss on the tip of his cock. Minho lets out a squeak, throwing his head back at the feeling. Your hand dips under his waistband before fully pulling him out. Minho’s cock stood proud against his abdomen. Hands clenching at his side, you reach to place his hands in your hair. He immediately clutches his fingers into your hair as you lick a strip up his cock.

“Augh.” Minho moans as you take him into your mouth, bobbing up and down his length. He throws his head backwards as his climax draws closer and closer. You pull off his cock with a pop when you feel his hips bucking upwards into your mouth. “Tsk tsk.”

“Please, I want you…need.” You stand from your place between his legs. Unbuckling your jeans before tossing them to the side. You throw your leg over Minho’s lap, his hands rest gently on your hips. “In, I need to be in you.” Minho whines under you, your hand buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. “In English.” You shake your head, teasing the poor boy.

Minho inhaled sharply, struggling to find the words. “Need in you…please.” He manages to say between groans. “Is that right, pretty boy? You’re gonna be a good boy for me?” You switch between the two languages, Minho mews at your words, frantically nodding. You roll your hips a few times before moving your panties to the side and aligning him with your leaking entrance. His breath hitches as your tight cunt slides onto him, squeezing every inch of him.

The two of you rut against each other for what seems like hours- in reality it's been five minutes. You lift yourself off of him before sinking deeper onto him. At some point you realize Minho is nearing his orgasm again, so you still your hips as he whines desperately underneath you. “Please, I want you to keep moving.” Tears well in his eyes as you give into his pleas. “Is my good baby crying cause I’m making him feel so good?” The tears slip from his eyes, broken sobs leave his mouth as his eyes shut with ecstasy. His cock is so deep, you can feel him kissing your cervix. A few more bounces and your legs shake around him as you topple over the edge. The feeling of your cunt squeezing around him causes Minho to spill his warmth inside you, filling you up.

You stay on his lap slumped up as the two of you pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. “We should’ve studied together a long time ago.” Minho chuckles into the crevice of your neck, you giggle in agreement. You really should’ve. “Same time on Wednesday?” You offer. Minho quickly agrees. Needless to say, Minho ended up passing English class with your help.

The sound of rain hitting against the glass panels echoed through your apartment. Static noises came from the TV as yet another jumpscare had your best friend flinching onto one of you. Earlier in the evening, you had invited your best friends, Minho and Jisung, to watch a horror movie. Little did you know that Jisung would be so jumpy anytime the music would even crescendo. The three of you were cuddled up on your bed, you in the middle with your friends on either side.

“Tsk,” A voice from your right scoffs, “you’re so jumpy Ji.” You giggle at Minho’s words, Jisung simply glared about to protest but the monster showed up out of nowhere and scared him again, causing a yelp from the round-cheeked boy. Within the span of the last fifteen minutes of the movie, Jisung had flinched at least ten times, causing you and Minho to shake your heads at him. Shortly after the movie ended you went to your bathroom to brush your teeth before returning to bed. Jisung had already showered before coming over, so he just followed suit by rinsing his mouth with mouthwash.

It’s not unusual for your friends to stay over, nor to sleep with you in your bed- you all have been best friends since freshman year of high school, now you’re college juniors almost ready to take on the world. “I’m gonna rinse off, that's cool?” Minho says after both you and Jisung had returned to bed. “Yeah sure,” You assure, “there’s a pile of clothes you guys have left in the basket by the wall.” Minho nods at your words, turning to your bathroom and shutting the door behind him. “Night Ji.” You sigh, covering yourself with your comforter. Jisung hums at you. You doubt he’s actually gonna fall asleep anytime soon, he’s probably too scared if anything.

Water splashes against the titles in your bathroom, adding a white noise to your room- causing you to fall asleep rather quickly. Jisung peers down at you with a soft smile, “Cute.” He thinks to himself as you snuggle against his side. Five minutes pass and Minho is still in the shower. Your leg has made its way onto Jisung’s hip while the latter scrolls through his phone. Jisung is just about to finally nod off to sleep like you, but the feeling of your hips rolling against his leg catches him by surprise. Jisung brushes it off, not until a small whine slips from your mouth accompanied by another roll of your hips. Jisung is bright red- you would tease the shit out of him if you could see him right now.

Jisung moves his arms to move your leg off of him because he can feel himself getting hard- and god forbid you wake up, the both of you would be embarrassed.

“Ji-“ you whimper into the side of his chest. Fuck, he was hard. “Shit,” Jisung curses under his breath as your hips continue rubbing against his thigh. His hands creep down into his sweatpants, freeing his aching cock. Jisung starts pumping his cock to the same pace as the roll of your hips. Jisung lolled his head back against the headrest, biting his lip to keep his noises down. Unbeknownst to him, the shower had shut off and the knob of the bathroom door twisted open. “What the fuck?”

Jisung's head snaps to the direction of Minho who stood in the doorframe, eyes wide at the scene before him. You splayed out asleep on Jisung as the younger’s hand was fisted around his cock. Since you were under the covers, Minho couldn’t see how you were practically humping Jisung’s leg. “Min- ah.” Jisung’s voice cracked as he felt your cunt throb against his thigh, he could feel the heat radiating off of you, hell he could feel your wetness on his thigh. Minho just stared at his friend, an unreadable expression on his face. “Min- she’s- oh my god!” Jisung’s eyes screwed shut as he felt his climax near. “Ji, she’s asleep!” Minho whisper-shouts as the brown haired boy. Jisung couldn’t care less about how inappropriate his actions were at the moment, all that he could think about was how your cunt felt against his leg. Jisung grabs the edge of the comforter and throws it off of his and your body, showing Minho what was happening.

Minho went red just like Jisung had earlier. “Oh.” he breathes when he sees Jisung’s thigh between your legs and you shamelessly rutting against it. “Fuck Min-“ Jisung stares at his older friend. “She feels so good on my leg- shit.” A rush of heat goes straight to Minho’s cock in his sleep shorts, his cock starting to twitch inside. Minho inches closer ever so slightly, his knee dipping the weight of the mattress. The elder boy glances down at your flushed body and Jisung’s erotic expression. He gulps as he shifts into bed behind you. Minho places some distance between you, not wanting to immediately be on you- he felt more comfortable on your behalf that way. “Hmm.” You whined in your sleep, you stretched awkwardly, arching your back. Minho froze as your ass brushed against his bulge. Jisung watches with hazed eyes as Minho bites his lip at the feeling. You turn your head towards Minho’s direction which startles the said boy. Your eyes are still closed but you start grinding backwards onto his crotch now, your chest heaving at each rut.

“Oh my fuck.” Jisung cursed as strings of white cum leak from his tip. Your eyes flutter open as Jisung twitches next to you. Minho’s eyes meet yours as you stir awake. “Minnie?” You grunt, your hand reaching to his hair. The black haired boy’s breaths are uneven as you glance down at his lips. “Touch me, please.” You whine. Your words snap Minho out of whatever trance he was in, his hands are immediately on your ass, squishing you between him and Jisung. You turn your gaze to the other body of heat that is smooshed against you, and there Jisung is, huffing out his breath as his face scans yours for permission of some sort.

You gasp out when you feel Minho grinding his cock against your ass and Jisung’s hands slowly traveling up your curves.

You suddenly grip Jisung’s shirt, pulling him into a rough kiss. His lips fit against yours as his hands grasp at your hips. You gasp into the kiss as Minho’s hot breath spreads across the side of your neck. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, squirming beneath us.” You groan into Jisung’s mouth before he starts peppering kisses down your neck, nipping at random spots along your collarbone. “This okay?” Minho asks, his hand trailing around your hip bone towards your cunt. “God, fuck yes please.” You moan, leaning towards the eldest for a kiss. The cat-eyed boy reciprocates, lip licking at yours, tugging at your bottom lip once his fingers make contact with your throbbing cunt.

Moans pour out of your mouth as the two boys grind into you, lips feverishly attached to as much of you as possible. Minho’s fingers move along your wet folds before dipping his fingers into your cunt. Your legs instinctively clench around him but Jisung holds them open for him. “Nuh uh,” Jisung smirks down at you, his thumb rubbing circles at your clit. You throw your head back erotically, moans won’t stop pouring from your lips. Minho works his fingers in and out of you as Jisung watches you wiggle under the two of them.

“Minnie please.” You beg, your legs beginning to shake as you near your climax. Suddenly, both boys pull their hands away from your throbbing cunt. Minho shoots Jisung a look, to which the younger gulps, nodding dumbly at the elder. The sound of the covers rustling made you hold your breath with anticipation. A warm tip poked at your entrance, thrusting in slightly. You gasp out as Minho slowly inches inside you, Jisung holding your legs open for him.

With each thrust your moans break, your mouth falling open at the feeling. Your walls clenched around him as he hit your g-spot straight on. “Ji.” Your friend’s voice echoes from behind. You glance at the round cheeked boy, waiting to see what’s gonna happen. “You okay with this?” Minho huffs by your ear as Jisung lines his cock up with your entrance alongside Minho’s. A staggered moan escapes your mouth instead of a proper answer, but Jisung takes the go ahead by your frantic nodding. “Fuck you’re such a slut for us sweetheart.” Minho grunts, his hot breath fanning along your neck.

“Oh my fucking god!” You yelp, your hands flying to Jisung’s shoulders, nailing digging into the material of his shirt. A pair of hands wrap around your midriff as another pair hoists your leg slightly higher. Minho hisses in your ear as Jisung groans. The feeling is definitely weird, but in a good way. You feel so full of both of them. “You can move.” Your two friends lock eyes over your shoulder, thrusting into you slowly before picking up the pace. “God you’re so sexy princess.” Jisung moans breathily.

The two of them keep assaulting your g-spot, never letting you rest. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.” You cry, legs shaking with pleasure. “Yeah baby?” Minho teases, his hand sliding down to your clit. The stimulation spills you over the edge to an orgasm. “Holy shit.” You whine, overstimulation washing over your body as the two continue thrusting. “I know, baby. We’re almost there” Jisung reassures before spilling his hot cum into you. The feeling of your continuous clenching and Jisung’s cum combined drive Minho right into his climax, mixing his cum with Jisung’s inside you.

“Holy fuck…we just did that.” You blink, chest heaving. The three of you chuckle as the boys pull out of you slowly. “I guess we did.” Minho smirks to himself, “You okay though sweetheart?” You flush at the pet name despite him using it during…that. “Yeah, I’m great.”

“Well I think I’ll be able to sleep now thanks to you.” Jisung sighs, snuggling into your chest comfortably. You peer down at him with an amused smile. Your best friends sure are something else.

It’s almost midnight when your boyfriend arrives back home to the dorms. You’ve been waiting since ten for him to come home. Knowing that Jeongin would be gone, staying the night at Felix and Seungmin’s, you decided to lounge around in just one of Chan’s t-shirts.

Suddenly, the door of the dorm creaks open. Your beautiful boyfriend walks through the door. You turn your head with a smile, but it’s quickly wiped off when you see the scowl he wore. “Baby, what’s wrong.” You pout, brows furrowing. “Nothing, we just tried a different makeup style earlier today…”

“And?”

“And it looked so bad on me,” Chan groans, his hand flying up to his face, “everyone said it looked good, but that was only true for the kids. I looked horrible.”

It’s not often Chan openly is insecure, but weirdly you like that he’s able to tell you his insecurities. It shows just how much he trusts you. “Baby,” you rise from the couch, engulfing him in a hug, “you’re so handsome. It couldn’t have been bad. Do you have a picture?” Chan’s scowl deepens, “Yeah, but I don’t want you to see me like that-” You give him a look and he quiets, handing you his phone.

You unlock the device and go to the photos app. And there behold was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. Chan had a faux lip ring, smokey eye shadow, his plump lips stained a nude pink, and his nose contoured perfectly. God you could eat this man up, you wanted to do badly.

Chan avoided watching your face, pouting over the thought of you disgusted by the makeup.

You slowly place the phone on the counter before taking his hand and leading him towards the couch. “It’s bad, I kno-” You cut him off with a kiss. When you pull back, you cup his cheeks in your hands. “You’re so fucking hot and it’s so fucking frustrating that you don’t see it!” Chan’s face flushed bright red, down his neck. Your hands still cupped his cheeks as you stared into his eyes. “You’re just saying that cause you’re my girlfriend.”

You raise your brow at him to which he slightly cowers.

“And being your girlfriend means I should be honest and tell the truth…no?” Chan gulps, his eyes glancing quickly to your lips. He goes to lean it but you stop him by pulling away. “Tsk, tsk,” you shake your head, “why didn’t you like the makeup?” Your tone suddenly shifts. Chan very clearly feels vulnerable but he trusts you. “The eye makeup makes my eyebags more evident, and the nose contour makes my nose look even bigger than it is.” Chan frowns, eyes looking anywhere but you.

This time a frown makes its way onto your face. “Babe,” you sigh. Your eyes scan his face, traces of makeup that hadn’t been properly removed still lingering on his soft skin. A small bit of eyeshadow smudged along the corner of his eye messily. Fuck he looks hot. You think to yourself. Chan flinches when you suddenly press a kiss at the corner of his eye, down his cheek and back to his lips. You nudge him onto the couch. Tumbling over when the back of his knees hits the cushion causing you to land on top of him.

“What are you?” He asks before you start lifting the hem of his shirt up. Chan goes to slip it over his head but you stop him, leaving the material to rest just above his pecs. “Fucking hell.” You curse under your breath at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend under you, face, ears, and chest flushed, as you stared down at him with hungry eyes. “Oh fuck,” Chan groans when you lean down and pepper kisses along his chest, your tongue flicking at his hardened bud every now and then. “Love,” his hands reach for your face to pull you away, but you don’t let him. Simply staring up from your position, “Channie, I’m gonna take care of you tonight…yeah?”

Chan swears his heart stops. Not in a bad way. But in an “oh my god I love this woman so much” kind of way. You’ve never been shy about showing him love, whether that be through kisses on his body or simply just being with him in every moment. Excitement floods through Chan’s body as you roll your hips on top of his. “You’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He chuckles breathily. You smirk to yourself, Chan growing needy and desperate under your touch.

Suddenly, you swing your legs over off his lap. Chan goes to pull you back but you stop him, telling him to stay still. You shimmy your panties off, tossing them somewhere to the side. “Can you close your eyes for me baby?” You quip. The curly haired boy blinks up at you with confusion, though nonetheless obliging. Chan trusts you, and you know that.

With his eyes being closed all his other senses are heightened. Chan feels how the sofa cushion dips slightly by his head, hears the rustling of your shirt coming from above him, smells the scent of your arousal. The feeling of your throbbing cunt teasing his mouth prompts him to dart his tongue out, licking a stripe up your leaking cunt. “Woah,” you whimper at the sudden feeling. “You gonna let me ride your face and show you how much I love you?” Chan whines against your heat, the vibrations coursing through your pussy.

You set a pace, grinding against his face, his perfect nose poking at your clit each time you thrust yourself. “Fuck, I love your mouth.” You throw your head back in ecstasy, “How you’re licking me clean- oh my god…your nose- ugh, rubbing against my clit- oh my fuck.” You manage between moans, that familiar knot growing in your abdomen. Chan is a whimpering mess under you as you tug in his curly strands. His eyes still shut tight. Your body enveloping him, his senses overloaded. God he could die between your legs.

You near your climax but force yourself off of his mouth before you could let go. Chan pouts at the loss, his eyes fluttering open. Fuck. You bite your lip. His chin is smothered in your arousal, eyes glossy, chests heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. God he looked ethereal. “You’re so pretty baby, all mine.” You hum, positioning yourself on his thighs. Your hand slithers down his sweatpants, tugging him out of his boxers. Pumping his throbbing hot cock in your hand, you feel as it twitches in your hand.

You glance up at the boy. Chan’s already staring down at you, his eyes full of anticipation. You drag your thumb along his slit prompting him to buck his hips upwards. “Sorry.” He mumbles, his face turning a slightly darker shade of pink- if that's even possible. You grin teasingly at your boyfriend. As much as you want to drag the teasing on, you’re quickly growing needy. You settle back up on his hips, rutting your wet folds along his shaft, coating it with your arousal, smearing the precum that’s leaking out of him.

“Baby please.” Chan breathes shakily, the feeling of his dick twitching against your core emits a grunt out of you. You sigh at the pleading boy, “You’ve been a good boy for me yeah?” Chan’s body stiffens under you, you feel like you’ve crossed a line- well not until you notice how he bites his lower lip and how more precum leaks from his cock. You smirk. “I guess you can get what you deserve.” With that, you slide his long cock inside your soaking cunt, sucking him in.

Chan groans as your warmth surrounds him. Spews of pleas and whimpers flood from his mouth as you bounce up and down his cock. His hands fly to your hips to keep you stable and offer some support. Chan’s head is slanted slightly, his clean neck and exposed. “Ah, fuck.” He hisses, a sharp pain tingling at his neck where you just bit him. You suck the spot, licking over it before continuing to mark up his neck. “You’re so handsome, gorgeous, fucking beautiful.” You mewl, his cock hitting your g spot directly.

“God I’m gonna cum.” He whines from underneath. “Yeah, baby? You’ve been such a good boy, I’m gonna let you fill me up yeah? Gonna fill my pussy with your seed?” You babble as your orgasm hits you like a truck, legs shaking besides Chan’s. The feeling of you clenching around him causes Chan to spill over the edge. His warm cum filling you to the brim.

The two of you lay on each other, catching your breath. You rest your chin on your chest and you can hear his heartbeat. “I love you.” Chan peers down at you with a grateful smile, “Love you too. Thanks by the way. I really needed that.” You hug him tightly, leaving a soft peck on his cheek. “It’s true, you know. I really do think that about you.” Flustered, Chan looks away again, though, a small grin shines on his face as he holds you closer.

You yawned, stretching your hands over your head. You check your phone again for the text that your best friends had sent you, telling you to be ready in five minutes. Of course, being you, you’ve yet to get dressed, simply roaming around your apartment in your underwear and a baggy shirt. You shrug before finally heading to your closet to actually get ready.

Unbeknownst to you, your best friends had already arrived outside and given that you gave them the code to your apartment, they simply stride on in while you’re in your room. Chan plops himself on the couch. Glancing at his watch, Chan gestures Minho over. “Maybe she’s not ready yet?” Chan queers. Minho simply shrugs, “I dunno. Lemme go get her.”

Minho strides down the hall that leads to your bedroom. Just as he goes to knock on the door he notices the door slightly ajar. Minho knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but peek through the crack. Then he saw it. You lifted your arms, ridding yourself of your shirt, leaving you exposed. You move to grab a bra before accidentally knocking it on the floor. You groan to yourself as you bend to grab the undergarment off the floor.

The sight alone sends a wave of heat down to his cock. Minho fills with guilt and lust as he watches how your panties smooth over the curves of your ass, how the rear coverage dipped into your ass as you bent, and how your breasts bounced up when you straightened back up. Suddenly you turned towards the door. Minho quickly leaves the hall, guilt filling over his body as his cock strained against his jeans.

“Min, is she ready?” Chan perks up as he notices Minho enter the living area once more. But then Chan notices Minho’s flushed cheeks, his ears burning red. “Min you good?” Minho peers up at Chan with guilty eyes, “Fuck Chan.” He pushes his head into his hands in embarrassment. “She didn’t hear us come in. She was…” Minho makes a suggestive face hinting at your state. “Masturbating?!”

“Jesus fuck Chan! No, she wasn’t dressed yet.”

“Oh well you could’ve just said that- oh.” Realization hits Chan as he finally realizes why Minho was so flustered.

“Shit.” Chan shakes his heading, looking down to the ground. “You’ve got something going on down there.” Chan chuckles, nudging the mentioned boy’s arm. Minho frowns, “No shit.” The door of your room suddenly creaks open, you walk down the corridor in nothing but a fitted tank top. You had left the shorts you wanted to wear in the dryer. You freeze, finally noticing your friends.

“Oh, hey.” You flush, your legs automatically crossing over for some sort of coverage. Chan’s eyes rake up your body and you feel yourself grow hot. Not the uncomfortable type of hot, more aroused. Sure Minho and Chan are your best friends, but that doesn’t mean you’re blind their looks. You watch as Minho simply stares at your bare legs, biting his lip as guilt floods his conscious.

Chan hesitantly steps towards you. Your breath hitches as he nears you. You stare up at your friend as he reaches behind you, closing off the hallway to your room with his arm. Your thighs rub together, Chan doesn’t fail to notice. Neither does Minho. The younger gulps as he watches his older friend make a move on you. Maybe your hang out would have to be delayed.

“D’you wanna finish getting dressed babe?” Chan quips, your heart pounding with the pet name. He brought his hand up, carefully caressing your cheek, as if he’s testing the waters on what he’s doing. “Or d’you wanna stay all pretty like this.” Your cunt throbs and clenches around nothing as Chan eyes your body. You shift your gaze to your left where Minho stood, a noticeable bulge in his pants. The latter shyly looks away, his hands fidgeting by his side.

Minho desperately wants- no needs to touch you. But instead he resorts to slowly creeping his hands towards his throbbing cock, rubbing himself over his jeans. You watch the scene unfold in front of you. So is Chan. Licking his lips, Chan’s hands slide down your side, resting above your hip bone. Your attention turns back to him. The curly haired boy leans in and whispers in your ear, “He saw you in your room earlier, undressed and bare for him…but he’s not gonna tell you that now is he. How ‘bout we give him some attention first baby? Yeah?” You gulp, nodding senselessly. Minho’s feline eyes widen as you practically stumble towards him.

You trail your hands up along his chest before tangling in his fluffy hair. Minho grunts as you gently tug the strands. You needed to hear that noise again. Your name softly emits from his lips as his hands grip at your waist, pulling you closer to your body. Minho glances at your lips as you subconsciously lick over them. A spurt of confidence washed over your body. “Minnie, this okay?” Your hands cup his cheeks cautiously, leaning in, nudging his nose with yours. “Fuck yeah it is.” He breathes out across your cheeks. Within seconds your lips are connected, bodies flush with one another.

Chan stared at his two best friends making out as if he was in a trance. Minho fumbled forward. The back of your knees hitting the couch causing Minho to topple on top of you. Your hands roamed his hair and back as Minho busied himself with feeling you under his hands. His hands raked up and down your body, fitting in every curve. Minho's lips trail down your neck before nipping at the soft flesh on your collarbone. You gasp out a moan, Minho freezing at the sound.

Minho’s cock twitched against your clothed heat. You begin rolling your hips, desperate for friction.

“Aw baby,” Chan voiced from behind, “you’re humping him like a dog in heat.” You bite your lip to stop any embarrassing noises from coming out because of his words. “Channie, Minnie, please.” You plead with a whine. “What is it baby? I’m here.” The younger of the two responds, his hips still rutting into yours. As Minho grinds against you, you probe at the hem of his pants, needing them off. The man above you chuckles, turning over to the elder, the said man scoffing, “Think she deserves it? Especially after strutting around practically naked for us to see.”

You wanted to bite back a snarky remark about you not even knowing they were there, but you're overwhelmed by Chan’s hands suddenly between you and Minho, rubbing circles on your covered clit. You throw your head back, whimpers and pleas flowing out of your mouth. “Please, I’ll be a good girl- holy fuck.” You’d moan, legs wrapping around Minho’s hips. “Minnie,”

“Fucking hell.” Minho groans against your neck. He’s quick to pull away, working at his jeans.

Chan takes the opportunity to get closer to you. He attaches his mouth to your nipple, swirling his tongue along the fabric of your tank top. “C’mere love.” Chan guides you up, replacing your spit on the couch, but instead of sitting he lays down. Chan raises his eyebrows at you as you furrow your brows in confusion. “Princess, come and sit on my face, yeah pretty?” Oh God, you’re in for it now. You go to remove your underwear but are stopped by Minho. His hand grips your wrist, “Keep them on.” You gulp, nodding obediently.

Your eyes scan the fluffy haired boy, he’s naked from the waist down, nothing but his shirt on. Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen Minho without a shirt. Sure you’ve seen Chan without one, anytime you go to his apartment he’s never wearing one. Minho felt your eyes on his covered chest and gulped. He doesn’t like showing his torso, not because he’s not well built- far from that actually- but because he has a surgical scar on his stomach. Minho doesn’t know why, but he’s insecure about it. But he trusts you, and he trusts Chan. So with that, he peels off his shirt, tossing it somewhere to the side.

You gasp. Chan does too, sitting up slightly to get a better view at the younger. Neither of you have ever seen Minho like this. You take in the sight of Minho’s exposed chest, his very red chest might you add. Your hand moves hesitantly to his body, freezing just before touching his toned abs. You peer up at Minho, he’s already staring right back at you. He nods giving you permission to touch him. Your fingers trail along each dip of his abs until you reach an area of pale skin. Minho freezes when you touch it. You go to remove your hand but he stops you, “It’s okay. I trust you,” Minho smiles softly, his eyes shifting to Chan, “you too.”

“Shit, babe forget about sitting on my face.” Chan says quickly sitting up straight now. You turn to him confused. Suddenly, you‘re gently pushed back onto the couch, your panties moved to the side. Chan stands behind Minho, grinding his hips into the younger’s ass, in a way to get him to pay attention to you. You watch in a daze as probably the two hottest people you know basically grind against each other. Minho aligns his leaking cock against your entrance.

Minho rammed his hips into yours by accident, his hips stuttered as Chan ran his hands over his abs. Your eyes threaten to close as Minho fucked into you, but you didn’t want to miss the look on his face. Minho's head was thrown forward, broken whines flowing from his pretty pink lips, eyes shut and shoulders slightly hunched as Chan playfully pinched his nipples. “You’re gonna miss it Min.” Chan chuckles lowly, his hands halting their movements on Minho’s chest. “She looks like she’s gonna cum just from seeing you like this.” Minho eyes flutter open, meeting yours.

Both of your breaths hitch when Chan is no longer behind Minho but now next to you. The curly haired Australian kissed his way from your stomach, that is exposed due to your shirt rising up, to your clit. His tongue flicking and sucking your sensitive nub. “You taste sweet.” Chan hums against your folds, his tongue occasionally touching Minho’s cock causing the latter to moan out, slightly louder than he already was.

“Channie,” you choke out, “ taste you too.” The boy smirks down at you before positioning his cock against your lips. You happily open your mouth, tongue lolling out as Chan slips himself inside. He started out slow, hips rutting ever so slightly. But your moans edged him closer and close, the vibrations surrounding his cock, little by little his hips sped up until he was full on fucking your throat.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Minho whines, his eyes focused on both where you and him are connected but as well as where you and Chan are connected. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so well.” Minho’s thrusts falter as his orgasm hits, his warm cum filling your insides. Chan pulls out of your mouth and begins pumping his cock. He was close too. “You did so good, baby.” You praised Minho who was easing out of your cunt, “You were such a good boy for us.” Minho’s cheeks flushed at your words.

“Shit yall keep flirting, don’t mind me.” You glance back up to see Chan fisting his cock. You stuck your tongue out, ready to take whatever load Chan is ready to spill over. The sight of you eagerly waiting for his cum sent Chan over the edge. Strings of white painting your face and spilling into your mouth. Chan pants as you swallow and lick your lips.

“You guys think the place is still open?” You giggle, chest heaving up and down. You guess your hang out will have to be postponed for another time.

“Babe?” You call out as you walk into your boyfriend’s studio. He had sent you a message a bit ago saying that he would be home later, but it’s already two in the morning. So you decided to drag yourself out of bed so that you can drag him back home so he can go to bed.

The lights are all off except a small desk lamp that sits nexts to the desktop. Chan sits in front of the desktop, headphones over ears, as he stares tiredly at the screen. You stride up to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. Chan slightly jumps at the sudden contract. “Hey, what’re you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing? C’mon babe, let’s go home.” You tug at the collar of his blazer. Chan had mentioned to you in the morning that he had an important meeting today with the company, so he had to dress up nicely. So instead of his usual black hoodie, he wore a black blazer with matching slacks. Chan chuckles, tilting his head to your hand that rests on his shoulder. “In a bit. Just gotta finish this little bit of the track.” You sigh, plopping yourself down on the sofa by the wall.

You try to keep yourself awake, but given that it’s so late, your eyes betray you as they flutter shut within minutes. By three in the morning Chan finally takes off his headset. He turns around in his chair to be met with your sleeping figure. He smiles to himself, rolling towards you and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

You whine, your nose scrunching up as you stir awake. “Channie, can we go home now?” Your eyes plead. Chan’s eyes watch the way you peer up at him, “You’re so pretty- oh.” He starts before noticing what you’re wearing, it’s his hoodie. His fingers twirl around the drawstring before trailing up and cupping your cheek in his warm hand. “Why’re you wearing this love?”

“Smells like you.”

Chan smiles fondly down at you, leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck. Your hands tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck. You pull him down onto you and he quickly obliges, caging you under his firm body. You stare up at him with eager eyes. He is quick to recognize your desire. “Baby, you sure you didn’t come here for something else.” Your face flushes.

“Like what?” You tease, a smile pressed against his lips. Chan chuckles against your mouth as his hands roam your sides. You arch into his body as his hands trail lower and lower. “You’re a tease, you know that.” Chan smirks, attaching his lips to your neck, suckling and nibbling at your skin.

“Ah, Channie.” You grunt, the grip on his hair tightening. He hums against your neck in a questioning manner, as if he didn’t know what he was currently. Before you knew it, the two of you were grinding against each other at three in the morning. Your exhaust going right out the window as you feel your throbbing cunt clench around nothing. “More…please.” You whine, your hands frantically trying to unbutton his slacks.

Chan watches in amusement as you manage to free him of his slacks, pulling out his pulsing cock from his boxers. “Is my pretty girl needy?” You groan at the pet name, but you could care less about making a snarky remark, you just need him in you. Now. So you simply nod, whimpering when his hands slip down the front of your pajama shorts. His fingers teasing at your clit.

His fingers work their way in and out of you, smearing your wetness along your folds. “Chan,” You moan quietly. “There’s no one here love,” he leans down and pecks your cheek, “you can be as loud as you want.” You impatiently pump his cock, guiding him towards your entrance. “I swear to God if you don’t fuck me right now.” You huff out. Chan shakes his head at you with an amused smile before ramming his cock inside of you.

The moan you let out is so erotic you couldn’t even believe that you could make that sound. Chan obviously liked it cause you could feel him twitch inside you. “Shit baby, you’re squeezing me so well.” Chan bites his lower lips as his eyes fixate where you two are connected. Your legs hook around his waist as he drills into you. Your hands go to his blazer and you start unbuttoning it, revealing his tones and underneath. ‘Why the fuck isn’t he wearing a shirt?’ You thought to yourself, but they’re erased as Chan hits your g-spot dead on.

Chan rids himself of the article, his pace never faltering. “Hold onto me baby, it’s okay.” He grunts lowly, burying his face into your neck. Your hands fly to grab into his back as the feeling of his cock pounding into you over and over drove you over the edge. His groans began pitching as his hips faltered. “Fuck I’m close baby.” His lips leave love marks along your neck and as far down as your his hoodie would allow him to go.

As Chan spills over the edge, his teeth dig in slightly causing you to finally tip over. Your legs shake around him as he eases himself out of you slowly. He leaves you to rest on the sofa as he cleans up himself and your body. Finally, he gently nudges you over, making room for him to sit down on the sofa with you. Chan places your head in his lap, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. “Thanks for visiting me.” He smirks, you roll your eyes playfully at him. “Sure, you never sleep so I just tried something new.” He nods in approval, “Well you should try your ‘new’ method more often.” He yawns before cuddling you to sleep once more.

“Hey, what’s this?” You hear your best friend say from the living room as you grab a snack from the kitchen. “What’s what?” You roll your eyes at the vague question.

“This.” You glance up to see Seungmin with the most shit eating grin ever. Your eyes flicker over to the object he’s holding up, it’s a book…it was one of those books. “That’s nothing, so if you’d just-“ You laugh dryly, attempting to snatch the book out of Seungmin’s hand. But the brown haired man raises his arm above his head, flipping through some pages before letting out a chuckle.

“‘Oh god, fuck me harder-‘ what the fuck is this?!” Seungmin teased, the smirk on his face not faltering one bit. “Never took you to be such a freak.” He stated as he continued reading the pages.

“He felt as she clenched against his cock, throbbing inside her pussy.” Seungmin read off the page as your face turned a dark hue of red. “Min, give it to me.” You say sternly, his antics only fueling your embarrassment.

Seungmin squints at you before flipping back a few pages until he was satisfied with the scene taking place in the book. “He strides over to her, caging her body in his.” Seungmin read, his body moving closer to yours.

Your heart pounded as his arms caged you against the kitchen counter. “His eyes falling to her lips, licking them as if he were craving to taste her.” Seungmin’s eyes flickered to yours before shifting towards your lips, letting his tongue run along his lower lip.

It’s then that you realize that he’s reenacting the scene from the book. The start of a smut scene…with you.

Your cheeks couldn’t possibly be redder. Seungmin lets out a chuckle as he reads the next line, “He leans in connecting their lips together as one, moving passionately against one another.”

Seungmin glances back at you as he leans his face dangerously close to yours. You gulp as you notice his eyes flicker down to your lips once more. “Min,” You breath out shakily, hands flying to his biceps.

“You’re so dirty you know that? Getting turned on by me reading a erotic scene…you’re filthy.” You shut your eyes and bite your lip, praying that no sound pours from them at his sudden degradation.

“Oh and look at that, you really are a slut.”

“Fuck.” you groan, your thighs rubbing against each other instinctively. “Their tongues danced against each other as his hands wrapped around the curve of her ass, squeezing at the flesh.”

His hands followed what the book said, trailing along the dip of your back before gently cupping your ass. You stare up at him with anticipating eyes.

“What?” Seungmin tilts his head teasingly, “You want more?” You groan before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and connecting your lips. Seungmin almost jumped in shock, not expecting you to have actually kissed him. He thought that the borderline groping was gonna get him kicked out of your apartment.

Seungmin’s hands stabilize on your hips as your lips move against one another, teeth clashing and tongue gliding along. Grunting as he pushes his hips into yours. “You’re a little shit you know that?” You huff out against his wet, swollen lips.

“Says the person who has an erotic book.” Seungmin cocks his head to the side. You’re suddenly aware of the proximity between the two of your bodies. You bite your lip, yearning to connect his lips to yours once more. As if he read your mind, Seungmin cups your cheeks, licking at the bottom of your lip allowing entry.

Seungmin’s hands trail once more down the curve of your ass, gently massaging at the flesh there. You roll your hips into his with neediness as your tongues move along one another. “Shit,” Seungmin groans, his lips detaching from yours to rest his forehead against your shoulder. “You can’t just do that.”

You peer down at the previously arrogant, teasing boy in front of you, just see his ears bright red. You roll your hips once more to tease him, feeling his hardening cock beneath his slacks. A small groan left his mouth. “And you called me dirty for getting turned on.” You tsked. Seungmin huffed out a laugh.

His grip on your ass suddenly tightens, lifting you onto the counter. The cold marble counter, causing you to let out a shaky gasp. Seungmin takes the opportunity to kiss you once again, his hands smacking lightly at your ass.

He presses his erection into your crotch as he lazily humps into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle your moans, Seungmin notices. He brings his fingers up to your lips, parting them, allowing your sweet moans to slip from your mouth. “Let me hear you, yeah.”

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers trace along the hem of your pajama shorts. You’re quick to nod, wanting everything that your best friend is willing to give. Seungmin’s larger hands slip past the waistband of your shorts, helping you lift your hips to slide them off all the way. You don’t miss the way he stiffens at the sight of your soaked pussy that’s clinging against your panties.

”Shit, you’re such a fucking minx.” Seungmin sighed as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, “Pull this off for me.” Motioning to your shirt, you quickly understand his prompt, lifting it up and over your head. “Fuck, you’re such a slut you know that?”

You moan softly, rubbing your thighs together. You need friction. You need to be touched. You need his touch.

“Min please.” You plead, growing desperate for his touch. “What?” Seungmin cocks his brow at you, “Growing needy are you?” He simply tuts, shaking his head at you. “Min, I swear to God-“

”What?” He tilts his head, “Are you gonna beg for it?”

Frustration clouds your mind leading you to push him off your body, getting off the counter before gently- yet forcibly- pinning him against the counter. “I hate you.” You pout, nonetheless sinking to your knees in front of him. “You say as you’re about to suck my cock like a slut.” You playfully slap his thigh before unzipping his jeans.

You stare at his bulge in front of you. He’s big…not too big that you’d be scared of putting it in you, but just enough to wear it might sting. “Stop staring at it and put your pretty mouth to good use.” As you pull his boxers down, his cock springs out, standing proudly at your face.

Seungmin’s breath hitches as your lips trail kisses along the shaft, making your way to his tip. “Fuck,” A throaty groan pours from the brown haired boy’s mouth as you take him into your mouth. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth- taking me so well.” He grunts between shallow breaths, gripping a handful of your hair tightly.

You never thought Seungmin could be so vocal during sex…you were wrong.

Seungmin guides your head along the length of his cock by the grip of your hair. The slight sting only turning you on even more. Suddenly, he pulls you all the way on him; tip hitting the back of your throat as you gag around him. Your hands fly up to his thighs, patting them to notify him. Seungmin helps you off his cock with a pop.

“You okay?” His tone changes as he watches you cough excessively from the lack of oxygen. “Yeah.” You manage to say between breaths. You finally peer up at him after gathering yourself from almost suffocating on his cock. Seungmin gulps as he sees you teary eyes and wet eyelashes staring up at him in an almost innocent manner.

“Fucking hell.” Seungmin breathes out before raising you up from your knees and placing you on the counter once more. “Fuck, you’re so dirty you know that? I’m gonna fuck you so good, hm.” His rough hands rub along your inner thighs, trailing a bit higher with each passing second.

“God, please do.” You groan, instinctively separating your legs as he strokes himself. “You know the colors?” Seungmin cocks his head at you with a smirk, you eagerly nod in response. “Words.”

“Yes I know the col- oh my fuck!” You let out a moan as he, without warning, moves your panties to the side and rams himself into your throbbing cunt.

He roughly pushes your torso down, hand wrapping around your throat- not to the point where you're lacking oxygen, just a slight pressure. The sounds pouring from your mouth are almost pornographic. Wet squelching and skin against skin noises echoing throughout your kitchen. At the corner of your eye you notice the book that had been forgotten long ago.

Seungmin follows your gaze, with a free hand flipping a page. “God you’re so beautiful, sucking my cock inside your wet pussy.” You groan, though not out of pleasure, but for the fact that at one point you thought reading smutty books was better than experiencing it.

“Stop!” You gasped out, Seungmin glanced over to you and gave you a look, his grip on your neck loosening ever so slightly. “Yellow-“ He stops, “with the book! Keep going though.” Seungmin chuckles at you as he begins to pick up his speed.

“God you’re so beautiful. You know…I’ve liked you for a while.” Seungmin grunts into you, his hand leaving your throat and grasping at your hips to stabilize you. “Minnie- please stop…reading the book.”

“Not reading anything.” He stares at you, “I do like you.” Your body automatically clenches around him, that familiar knot in your stomach threatening to release. “Fuck Min, I like you too-“ Seungmin cuts you off abruptly with his lips. The feeling of both of your bodies together and knowing each other's feelings cause you to both spill over the edge.

Seungmin eased out of you, his warm cum slowly dripping out of your cunt. “Shit you’re so perfect.” Leaning in and placing a kiss on your lips before helping you off the counter.

“You fucked up my back.” You joke as the two of you laid on your bed after cleaning the mess you left in the kitchen. Seungmin raises his eyebrow at you, a small endearing smirk resting on his lips.

You don’t remember how exactly you ended up in this position…something about a bet, yet here you are, half-naked spread out on the floor with eight pairs of eyes burning into your body.

8 minutes earlier

“Never have I ever,” Minho pauses in thought, “nutted before my partner.”

“What the actual fuck Minho.” Seungmin grimaces, though he takes a swig of soju. “What?!” Minho shrugs defensively, “It makes the game more interesting.”

“That’s a fucking lie though.” Jisung snorts as he also takes a shot of soju. “And how would you know that?” You ask with a sly smirk.

“I’ve seen him watch porn,” He deadpans, which sends everyone into a fit of laughter.

“You wanna bet Ji?” Minho challenges.

“Y’all seriously aren’t about to jerk off right here…right?” Chan looks at them in disgust and then at the white shag carpet underneath them, “Why, you wanna join?” Minho pokes.

“I bet none of y’all virgins can stop yourselves from cumming as soon as someone touches you.”

“You wanna make that bet.” Changbin chimes in. You groan at them which catches their attention, “Do you have something to say princess?” Jisung raised his brows teasingly. You groan yet again at the nickname before saying, “I bet I could make all y’all cum in fifteen, maybe ten minutes.”

“You really wanna do this?” Hyunjin lifts your chin with his finger. “Hmm,” you hum, “if you guys cum before I do, a hundred…from each of you.”

“That’s eight hundred bucks!” Jeongin blurts out, you nod slyly. “And if we win?” Felix tilts his head. “Y’all can decide on that.” you state.

You move to get up, dragging your hoodie over your body and exposing your oversized shirt underneath. You turn around looking at the eight boys. “Are we doing this or not?”

Everyone unanimously agrees. It went so fast, the soju from the previous rounds probably getting to everybody’s heads and letting you carelessly make these decisions.

“Oh and rules-“ “RULES?!” Minho, Seungmin and Jisung cried out. “Guys it’s her body, she can make rules.” Felix interrupts their protests. “Thanks Lix,” You smile before continuing, “no touching…well to be more clear no touching me or yourselves…but I can touch you.”

“What?!” They all exclaimed in disappointment.

“It makes the game more interesting.” You shrug, spewing Minho’s previous words at them, the said boy shoots you a playful glare.

You glanced over at the digital clock that hung from the wall. 12:48.

Present

And well, that’s how you ended up here.

Your hand trails down your body stopping at your soaked panties before circling over your clit, toes curling at the feeling.

You stare up at the eight boys, their eyes dazed on your leaking cunt that stains your panties. You let out a moan as you hook your fingers around the material and slip it down your legs, exposing your now bare glistening cunt. You let a finger plunge into your heat, biting your lip. You lock eyes with Changbin, his knuckles gripping at his sweatpants, the outline of his cock bulging through the material. You bite your lip as you stare at his bulge.

The sound of a small whine prompts you to look over at another flustered and painfully hard boy. Jisung looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip is caught between his teeth. “Please, Y/N.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” You coo, pulling your fingers out of your cunt and crawling ever so slowly towards the round cheeked boy. As you settle by his side, you purposefully arch your back and push your ass out so that the guys sitting criss crossed on the floor behind me have a nice view. You trail your fingers up his knee and towards his thigh

He shivered under your touch as you made your fingers dance along his inner thigh. A desperate whimper left his mouth as you pulled back teasingly and went back to your original spot on the shag carpet.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin breathed out, “you’re ethereal.” His usually perfectly sculpted face contoured into a needy look- yet through his desperation he still looked as beautiful as ever. You moan softly as his praise. “Oh, does our little slut like to be praised?” Minho said to your right, you turned to him and bit your lip, your legs instinctively closing as his degradation surged throughout your body. “Fuck and degration too.” Seungmin hums as your eyes trail to him.

The hot touch of a hand on your lower hips snapped you out of the trace that Seungmin had basically pulled you into. You look towards your right, and there Minho is, smirking as his hand squeezes at the curve of your ass. “Hey!” You slapped his hand away, “No touching!”

“You never said what would happen if we did though, kitten.” The stupid pet name had you squeezing your legs together even more, “Aw, such a filthy slut for us.”

“Shit he’s right,” Felix breathed out, “what happens if we do touch you?” Shit, you didn’t think this far ahead- fuck you don’t even remember what the prize of the bet was…or if there even was one. Why are you guys even doing this again? “Fuck,” Chan groans gently, “does this pretty little cunt of yours want to be filled, love?” You feel his rough hands cup your bare cunt, jerking at the sudden touch. “Y/N?” Jeongin’s soft voice cracked as he whined out your name. You hummed in response as you fought the urge to grind against Chan’s large hand. “Can we touch you now? Please.”

“Oh God,” You throw your head back with a moan as Chan teasingly slips a finger inside your glistening pussy, “fuck yes! Please Innie!”

With that Jeongin springs up to his feet and quickly makes his way towards you. At the corner of your eye, you see the other five move from their spot to get closer to you. “Fuck,” you moan, feeling Changbin’s hands run under your tshirt, lightly teasing your pebbled nipples, “why did we do this again?” A small chuckle resonated from Seungmin’s sweet lips, “Because you wanted to win a bet, right pup?”

You bite down on your lower lip, Jisung’s lips attaching themselves to your clit next to where Chan’s fingers are plummeted inside. Felix helps you out of your shirt as Hyunjin and Changbin each take one of your breasts into their mouth. It all happened so quickly and at the same time, you feel your climax nearing faster than ever. And just like that your release is stolen from you as the four boys pull away from your body. You whine out desperately, “I swear to fucking God if y’all do that again I’m leaving and finishing by myself!” You threaten, sitting up onto your knees.

“Okay, okay princess.” Jisung purrs as he tilts your head up by hooking his knuckle under your chin.

You whimper as he nears your face, “This okay?” you gulp and nod quickly and to that he just clicks his tongue, pulling back slightly. “Words babe.”

“Yes.” you sigh breathlessly, Jisung attaches his lips to yours ever so roughly, a pair of soft hands grab at your hips, placing you down onto their lap. Your legs slotted against your chest being held by the man whom you’re laying on, while the said man leaves butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck.

Chan slipped his fingers out of your cunt prompting you to whine but the feeling of something warm and wet poking at your clit causes the whine to turn into a gasp, Jisung takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Your thighs instinctively clench around the head that’s propped between them.

“So sweet.”

Jeongin muttered against your folds before slotting his tongue alongside it yet again. “Holy fuck Innie!” you throw your head back, lips detaching from Jisung’s, with an erotic moan, your head now resting on the shoulder of the man behind you. At this angle you catch a glimpse at the the man- fucking hell.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, though the action seems so rough he doesn’t bite down to the point where it hurts. “Fuck, keep her making those faces.” Felix bites his lip, his hand rubbing himself through his shorts. You whine, shutting your eyes as Jeongin continues to assault your throbbing cunt as Changbin moves into massage your breasts. “Look at you,” Minho purred into your ear as he started grinding his hardened cock against your ass, “being so obedient and submissive for everyone, just like the little slut you are.” You moan out at the overwhelming mixture of sensations; Hyunjin nibbling at your nipple, Jeongin’s tongue running up and down your folds, and Minho breathing dirty words into your ear while peppering your shoulder with kisses and love bites.

The cat eyed boy sneakily brings his hand to your cunt and smacks it slightly, not too hard but enough that it stung a little. “Fuck you,” you groan out as Minho massages your core, his fingers dipping further down towards where Jeongin’s face is buried. “No,” Minho tsked, “I’ll do the fucking.”

“Don’t be too rough on her Min.” Chan spoke, you glance over to him and he had his hand shoved down his pants. “She likes it.” Seungmin said confidently, “Right, whore?” You do nothing but whimper at his words meanwhile your body starts to shake slightly. “Answer with words pup.”

“God, fuck yes! I love it- please don’t stop.” You can feel Jeongin smirk against your heat.

Your eyes wandered to the boy next to Seungmin, his eyes stuck on mine as his pretty face scrunched up, his shorts rustling while his hand too was shoved inside, and his freckled cheeks flushed so very red. “Lix,” you gesture for him to move closer, almost immediately the freckled boy quickly rushed down from his spot on the couch and next to you on the floor. He looks at you with pleading eyes, “take it off.”

You grab at the hem of his shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head awaiting your next instruction. You were about to ask him something but the feeling of a harsh bite on your inner thigh caused you to squeak out instead. Your head whips down to see Hyunjin licking at the skin he just bit. They’re moving so quickly you can barely keep up with who’s doing what.

“Can we fuck you already?” A voice said from your left, your head instinctively turning towards the source. Seungmin stared at you with prying eyes. “Kim Seungmin!” Chan lightly smacked his shoulder, “Let her choose, remember?” The oldest shakes his head at the younger. “Min,” You whimper from the stimulation. “Yeah?” Both Seungmin and Minho responded. “Lee.” Seungmin pouted as Minho leaned in closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

Though your senses are so overloaded, you snake your hands down the space between your bodies, shifting your hips up to grab at his hardened cock. Minho’s brows furrow as you stroke his clothed dick. “Desperate are we?” He smirks, “You want all eight of us tonight? Or just a few?” Chan questions, he’s so thoughtful and that makes your heart hammer in your chest. “All.”

”Fuck.” Each boy’s voice sounds throughout the room, they all stare at you with lust-filled eyes.

Your hand that’s still wrapped around Minho’s cock, begins pumping it. Minho hisses at the feeling, precum leaking from the tip. You tease his slit before shifting your hips in his lap. Lifting your hips, you grind down on his cock, your arousal coating his shaft.

“Oh, fucking hell.” Minho throws his head back erratically as his tip pokes at your clit, he could feel as you throbbed against him. He wanted nothing more than to slip inside you already. Unbeknownst to Minho, you gesture with your head for Hyunjin to move closer.

The taller boy obeys, moving into your space, sealing your lips against his. Hyunjin’s hands moved to your hips, gently- yet quickly- pushing you down onto Minho’s cock. Both you and Minho moan out as you clench around his girth.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well, yeah slut.” Minho grunts before he slams his hips into you roughly, not even allowing you to adjust. “Min, not too rough.” Chan warned as you dug your nails into Hyunjin’s shoulder as he continued kissing you.

“Yeah, she’s still got all of us!” Jeongin whined from Chan’s left. You clench at Jeongin’s words, the thought of you having all eight of them tonight makes you spiral towards your climax. “Not yet kitten. Hold it off.” Minho snarled into your ear, his cock continuously hitting your gspot.

“Hyune.” You whined, reaching down to pump his cock, jerking him towards your pussy that is getting pounded into by Minho. “Shit, you want me too darling?” Hyunjin smirked, his eyes gazing down towards where you and Minho are connected, where you’re pulling him towards.

You hastily nod, nothing but whimpers and moans spilling out from your mouth. Hyunjin shoots Minho a look over your shoulder, the latter smirks at him, taking your thighs and pushing them farther back to give space to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin’s tip pokes at your entrance before he pushes in. The stretch didn’t hurt too bad, but it was enough for tears to prickle in your eyes. As Hyunjin and Minho fucked into you, tears finally fell, cascading down your cheeks from the mixture pleasure and pain.

“Aw, don’t cry bun.” You hear Changbin coo. The built man moving over to you, kissing the tear stains on your cheeks. “They making you feel that good?” He gives a sly raise of his brow, his bottom lips jutting out. “F-Fuck Binnie.” You moan, you can feel both Minho and Hyunjin twitching inside you.

A harsh slap stings on your ass as Minho rubs at the now red spot. “I’m so close princess, can I fill you up?” Hyunjin grunts against your neck. “Yes, God, please, Hyune.” Your body begins to shake as Hyunjin spills into you, Minho following close after at the feeling of your clenching and Hyunjin’s cum coating his cock.

Jisung pushes Changbin out of his way before helping you up off of Minho and Hyunjin’s sweaty bodies, greedily taking you towards the sofa, sitting down and playing you on his lap. Jisung’s cock slips in with ease after being stretched out by Minho and Hyunjin.

You melt into Jisung touch as his hands guide you to roll your hips. His hands make their way towards your ass, spreading your cheeks apart revealing your swollen cunt to the boys behind you.

“Fuck you’re so warm baby.” Jisung groans into your ear. Suddenly another pair of hands are on you, massaging at your hips before rutting his cock between your ass. “Can I have a turn hun?” You hear Felix hum behind you.

You turn your head and give him a weak smile as a go ahead. With that Felix slips his cock alongside Jisung’s, both boys moaning at the feeling. Having almost orgasmed earlier, you feel it build up quicker than last time. Your thighs began quaking as Jisung bucked his hips and Felix thrusted into you.

Your hands shoot up to Felix’s blonde hair, tugging at it when the two boys hit your gspot directly. Felix released a low whimper, “Darling please, I won’t- last long if you do that.” He stumbled over his words, his freckled cheeks a deep pink hue.

You decide to tease the boy, clenching down on his (and Jisung’s) cock, pulling at his hair. You feel as he twitched inside of you before unexpectedly releasing. The freckled boy’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he leaned his forehead against yours as Jisung thrusted into you a few more times before emptying himself into you as well.

“Holy shit.” Felix shook, biting his lower lip before slowing his thrusts, robbing you from your orgasm again. “Save it for me, yeah love?” You heard Chan chuckle to your right. You turn to look at him, flinching when Felix and Jisung ease out of your clenching cunt.

Jeongin helps you off of the other’s bodies. He holds you up when your legs threaten to give out on you. Holding you by the waist, his pretty brown eyes flicker down to your lips, hesitant to lean in. You chuckle before cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips towards yours.

Jeongin groans into the kiss as he grinds his clothed erection into your hips. He pulls away, an embarrassed flush taking over his cheeks. You chuckle before setting him on the sofa like the other had been previously positioned.

Throwing your legs around his lap, you straddled the flustered boy under you. “This okay Innie?” You asked, even though you’ve already crossed that friendship line with him having already eaten you out, you still wanted to make sure he was okay with this.

“Oh fuck yeah I’m okay.” Jeongin grinned, his hands immediately roaming your breasts, squeezing and massaging at the flesh. You hastily undo the zipper of his jeans before tugging his cock out of the slacks. Jeongin hissed at your touch.

Suddenly a hot sting spread through your ass. You whimpered at the slight pain, turning over to see Seungmin glaring down at you. “Bend.” Jeongin stared up at the elder and you in a daze. You leaned as much as you could onto Jeongin before another slap landed on your ass.

A moan echoing from your mouth. With you moaning into his ear, Jeongin grew impatient, grabbing his cock before pressing inside of you. The mixture of the slaps and Jeongin’s cock filling you up made your back arch.

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, Seungmin rammed his cock inside your sopping cunt. You practically scream from the sudden intrusion, nails digging into Jeongin’s shoulders.

The two youngest boys out of your friends absolutely railed you, both stopping whenever your moans would pitch and you would start squeezing their cocks uncontrollably. “Minnie, Innie- let me please, I’m so close.” You cried, that knot in your stomach so tight that it almost hurt.

“You think you deserve it, after driving us all into this stupid bet, you whore?” Seungmin snarled, grabbing your hair and pulling your head backwards, “Open.” You oblige, parting your lips, lolling your tongue out as you understood what the man was hinting at. Seungmin let a drop of saliva fall from his mouth and into yours before harshly pushing your head back towards Jeongin’s neck.

The two boys continued using your cunt until they were spurting out warm ropes into you. Yet again you were robbed from your orgasm as the two roughly filled up your cunt.

“Fuck, you did so well pup.” Seungmin panted against the nape of your neck, leaving a small kiss there before slipping out of your pussy. When you pulled away from Jeongin’s sweaty body, he stared up at you with a wide grin and a dazed look, he looked absolutely fucked out.

Changbin helps you off the boys before pushing Jeongin off the couch and getting comfortable in that same spot, pulling you onto his lap. “You wanna take a breather?” Chan asked, crouching down to your seated level. “No…just…please, I’m so close.”

Changbin chuckled from behind you, guiding you to straddle him in reverse. You sink onto Changbin’s thick cock, the built man’s hands flying to your tits, holding and squeezing them as they bounce with your movements.

You peer through your eyelashes, raising your brow at Chan, insinuating for him to hurry up and fuck you. The oldest of the eight chuckles before slipping his cock out of his pants. “Gonna fill you up so good, yeah baby?” He says before sliding right inside your stretched out pussy.

“Holy mother of fuck!” You cursed, the stretch of Changbin was already overwhelming- but now adding on Chan’s way above average length…you don’t think you’ll be able to walk tomorrow.

Changbin thrusted harshly from underneath you, roughly pinching at your nipples. “Fuck bun, your squeezing us so much, might just bust right now.”

You loll your head back into his shoulder, “Bin…fuck- Binnie please.” You beg, your arms moving to tug at his wavy hair.

“Shit,” he huffed, his cock twitching inside you as he fastened his speed. Chan just watched as Changbin rammed into your cunt alongside his. The intense feeling of Changbin railing into you from underneath had you reeling, though the sudden circling of your clit made your orgasm finally hit you.

Liquid squirting out of you as you cried out, before Changbin released inside of you, Chan now picking up his pace, edging towards his climax.

“I know love, I’m sorry…just a few more.” Chan cooed as you whimpered from the overstimulation, he continued railing into you, not stopping when Changbin had pulled out of you.

Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving kisses and sucking at the skin there. “Almost there love, gonna fill you up so good, yeah. You’ve been such a good girl for us.” His praise had you crying out, squeezing around his cock. At that Chan finally came, filling you up with his warm release.

Chan slowly eased out of you before gently moving you to lay on the less dirty part of the couch.

“Imma go get the towels.” A voice you’re not even sure who’s said. “I’ll get her some water.” Another stated.

Sometime later, Felix returned with some damp warm towels. As he wiped your lower region, you flinched at the sensitivity. “I’m sorry darling, almost done.”

A sudden hand gently raised your head from the back, supporting you to sit up. “You okay? We didn’t go too rough on you, right?” Seungmin asked as Minho handed you a glass of water. You took the glass with an appreciative smile.

“You guys were fine- oh.”

“Oh?” Hyunjin smiled in confusion. “The time.” You said pointing at the digital clock. 1:03. Exactly fifteen minutes.

“I win.” Some of the boys groaned while some chuckled, a bet is a bet after all.

Minho looked at you and shrugged as he took off his jacket, “I dunno, I did start going to the gym with Changbin and Chan.”

“You look hot.” You said with a smirk, taking his jacket from him, leaving the room to put it in the dryer. Minho stood there with a flush on his face.

“Did she just say…I look hot?!” Minho thought to himself, his mind going a million miles an hour as his heart hammered in his chest. This wasn’t good for him, sure the two of you flirt sometimes, but he knows it’s nothing more than playful, at least on your end.

Minho placed his hand on his chest, taking deep breaths to calm his raging heart. You stroll back into the room and notice him taking deep breaths. “Hey you good?” You near him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Minho flinches slightly at your touch before melting into it.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” He gave a weak grin. “Dude, your face is super red.” You say in a worried tone, your hands cupping his red cheeks. His eyes go wide at your action, you realize and pull away, your face now heating up.

“Sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me.” You shake your head in embarrassment, you feel like your heart is about to rip through your body. “Fuck.” Minho groaned, moving to sit down on your sofa. “Don’t be sorry…it’s okay, I didn’t mind it.”

Your eyes lock with his, walking over to him almost as if you were entranced by him and he was drawing you in. You stood in front of Minho, gazing down into his pretty brown eyes, your eyes fall to the small little mole on his nose. You smile to yourself as you unconsciously trail your finger along it, down to his lips.

In an instant you’re snapped out of your daze, retracting your hand from Minho’s face. You were about to apologize before being suddenly pulled into his lap. Minho held your hips as you straddled his hips. You face heating up with each passing second. Minho leaned into, hesitantly nudging your nose with his.

Your breath hitches as his eyes shift their gaze to your lips. Unconsciously, you jolt your tongue across your lower lip, causing them to glisten. “Fuck,” you breathe out shakily, “your lips are pretty.” Before you could even process your own words, the boy in front of you pulls you in by the nape of your neck, attaching his lips to yours.

You moan into the kiss as his hands trail down towards your ass before gently squeezing at it. “Min,” you whined, a knowing feeling surged through you that you dreaded, the two of you needed to talk about what’s happening. “Shh, let’s enjoy this, then talk.” He said between kisses.

Minho’s hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, slipping them under, touching your warm skin. “Soft.” He smiled against your lips before cupping your breasts under your shirt causing you to gasp out a moan. Your hands fly to Minho’s hair as he begins peppering kisses along your neck, his hands still groping at your chest.

You roll your hips into his, Minho lets out a pleasurable sigh at the friction. His hands trail down your curves to the swell of your ass before grasping it in his palms. You groaned at the touch, both of his hands and the rolls of your hips.

Minho places a kiss on your collarbone as he lightly smacks your clothed ass. You jolt at the sudden slap but it didn’t induce too much pain.

“Min,” you sigh, fingers pulling against his hair full of need. You can feel arousal pooling, you wouldn’t be surprised if it already stained your shorts by now.

Minho sneaks his hands under the waistband of your shorts and onto your warm skin, gently pushing down your shorts while massaging the flesh there. You allow him to slip it down, shifting your legs so that you can slide the material off.

Before Minho could guide you back into his lap, you stay in your awkward lifted position, slipping out of your underwear, which you can now see has a very evident wet patch on it.

“Fuck.” Minho breathes out, his hands feeling up your curves, “You’re hot you know that?” You feel your cheeks warm at his sudden praise, shifting your head to the size so that the boy underneath you doesn’t see your blush. But of course Minho notices, he smirks pridefully to himself, tongue poking out between his teeth.

Minho brings his hand up to slap your ass again but he stops dead in his tracks as he watches intently as you work your fingers at his jeans. Minho stares at you, the way your cheeks are red, the way your hands shake slightly with excitement, the way you’re rubbing your thighs together as you finally unbutton and unzip his fly.

Minho lifts his hips, after snapping out of his daze that you put him in, allowing you to pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop. His cock freely stood against his lower abdomen, red and veiny, precum leaking at the tip, not too big but definitely above average.

Minho’s desire for you grew even more as he watched you drool over his cock, the one that you had yet to actually touch. “Come sit your pretty pussy on me, yeah kitten?” Your eyes widen at the pet name, a wave of lust rushing through your body that has your cunt clenching around nothing.

Adjusting yourself back comfortably into his lap, you take hold of his cock aligning it with your hole. You probe your throbbing cunt with the tip, an erotic mewl leaving your lips. Sounds of your mains overlapping filled the room as you finally sunk down onto his cock, fully bottoming out.

The stretch burned, it burned so much that it brought tears to your eyes, but that wasn’t about to stop you from rolling your hips down onto Minho. “Wait baby, I didn’t stretch you- just wait okay.” Minho grunts as your forehand falls against his. His hands held you still as you clenched around his cock, adjusting to his size.

“You okay now kitten?” You hastily nod, your hips twitching with neediness. Minho chuckles before guiding you off his cock before moving you back down. You both let out a groan when you start speeding up the pace of your movement.

Minho’s hands now just gripping at your waist as you bounce on his cock. The tip of his cock hits you right in your g spot causing your thighs to tremble slightly. Your orgasm grows closer and closer with each bounce.

Minho bites his lip at the sight in front of him; your lip caught between your teeth as your face scrunches up in pleasure, tits bouncing through your shirt, and your cunt taking his cock so well.

The feeling of you clenching so tightly around him drove him towards his climax.

“Fuck babe, imma cum.” Minho grunted as he bucked his hips up to meet yours. You moaned loudly at how his cock filled you deeply. Your whines begin to rise as your orgasm hits you like a truck. With the combination of you creaming all over his cock and the intense clenching of your cunt, Minho’s cock twitches as he pours his load into you with a deep groan.

“Holy shit,” You breath out shakily, “we just did that.” Minho chuckles as he lifts you enough to slip his cock out, he could feel as his cum dripped out of your cunt and onto his pelvis.