moosh!

hey pookies my name is mamooshii but i just go by moosh :) i got my name from literally just being like "moosh is a cool name...but like i cant just be moosh..." and that is how mamooshii came to be. i have an ao3 under the same name if you want an ao3 format, i will only post the full length fics there.

my requests are currently open and i will do them in order of what was sent first :)

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things i will not write: scat, pedophilia, ddlg, rape/non-con, incest (psudoscest is fine, such as step-bro/sis)

i am open to most hard kinks, ill add to the list if i am asked something i am not cool with that i didnt think of before

this will be a majority smut acct but i'll write fluff and angst if requested:)

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-ateez

-boynextdoor

-ehypen

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-&team

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-xlov

-genshin impact

note: everything will be fem reader unless asked other wise, i am afab so that what i know how to write best, i have written mlm ships and gn!reader before just never male reader but i'm willing to try!

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soul x reader x jongseob

wc: 3.9k

cw: smut(MDNI), weed use, unprotected sex(don't do it), slight mirror kink, pictures being taken, cum play if your squint, surprisingly bata read,  nicknames(baby, pretty girl, slut, brat), threesome, soul doms em both

taglist: @sugarbabymingi, @willowedjelly, @dollsette, @nataliasdiary, @dejaphobick

an: im alive trust, sorry it took me so long, i have really bad executive disfunction im doing my best lmao

the tv is casting a soft light onto jongseob’s face, criminal minds is playing softly in the background. he is focusing on rolling you a joint, your eyes hone in on his fingers. long and deft, working hard on your pretty pink, strawberry flavored rolling papers, you just had to have. your eyes follow his hands when he brings the joint up to his mouth. the tip of his tongue wetting his chapped lips, his face screws up at the sickly sweet flavor flooding his tongue.

“why did i let you convince me to get these nasty ass papers,” seob mutters out, faux glaring at you as you giggle.

“cause you love me” you say, falling back against the plush carpet of your bedroom floor. 

“yea i guess” he says searching for his lighter while you dramatically gasp.

“wowww seobie you guess?” you fake disappointment, doing it just to get under his skin.

“c’mon baby you know i love you, dont be like that.” he pouts, fingers doing the final twist on the joint. he pulls his pink zippo, a gift from you for his 20th birthday. he grabs your hand and pulls up from your position sprawled out. 

you let him manhandle you into his lap. your legs are  on either side of his thighs. he brings the strawberry pink joint to your lips.

“open up sweet girl,” he taps his thumb on your plump bottom lip. your mouth falls open with ease. he brings the joint up to your mouth and with a tap of his finger, your lips close around the tip of the joint. He grabs the lighter and lights it, giving you the first hit. He always lets you go first, that's just how he is.

you guys spend the next few minutes passing it back and forth, by the end of the episode you are thoroughly buzzed. you get a little loose-lipped when you are high and jongseob lives for it. you live to babble at him and he just sits and listen. you are currently yapping about your friend who recently hooked up with seobs best friend, soul.

“-an’ she said that he has like a really big dick, babe-” you gasp “have you seen it?” 

you look at seob, eyes glassy, he grips your hips tighter. a soft chuckle left his lips, your antics bringing a soft smile to his face. 

“yea baby i have, hes my roommate, i walked in on him jerkin it” he blushes at the memory, shota’s long, hard cock flashing through his mind. he remembers that day like it was yesterday.

“i kinda wanna see it” you giggle out, the words falling before you realise it. your brain registers. your eyes go wide in shock, it's no secret you want a threesome, you and jongseob have talked about it a couple of times, all while intoxicated. 

seobs eyes go wide, then fall to a half-lidded smirk. his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. you start to push away, a slight panic seeping out. you have always been easy to read to jongseob, especially when you’re high. his grip tightens to keep you in place.

“calm down princess, no one is mad, we’ve talked about this before” he says as he pulls you into a hug, you slouch into his chest. 

“i’m okay if you’re okay” he says, his words muffled by your hair. you jolt up, eyes frantic and excited.

“now?” you say excitedly, thighs trying to close, desperate to relieve the ache that comes with you being high. 

“sure, lets give him a call yea?” jongseob laughs out, hands finding his phone. his long fingers type out soul’s contact and hits the call button. his other hand moving to the front of your shorts. seob presses his thumb to your clothed clit, earning a whine from you as your hips buck up to chase the delicious pleasure he was giving you.

you were unaware of the fact that jongseob and soul have talked about it many times. shota has thought about stuffing you full of his fat cock, he was just waiting for the call from jongseob. while he wasn't expecting a call at 11pm. soul is just sitting in his bed playing super smash bros on his switch when he gets the call.

“yo” he answers not checking who it is, he’s immediately greeted with your soft whines and whimpers.

“hey bro, my girl wants to see your cock” jongseob says nonchalantly catch soul off guard, soul pauses for a split second before answering.

“like a picture or like in real life or what?” soul answers, finally pausing his game and looking at his phone, where he is greeted with your soft pout, hip frantically chasing jongseob’s hand as he moves to set the phone up. turns out it was a facetime, soul didnt notice or care all he was looking at was your now shirtless form.

“i donno baby, what do you want?” jongseob looks at you, his hand moving from your cunt to your lip where he taps, prompting a verbal response.

“use your words, pretty girl, i know you can” seob murmurs, shota has to lick his lips, mouth dry from the stunning sight of your naked tits. shiny piercings catch his eyes, the soft pink light bouncing off of the cherry gems on the bars piercing through the flesh. 

“now-wanna see it now” you stutter out, voice breaking from being pent up for a while, it’s been a busy week. 

“shit, lovie, wanna see it that bad huh?” shota finally said after what felt like an hour,  hands finding the band of his sweatpants. he isn’t super hard at the moment but that is something you can fix.

“uh-huh please shota, please” you whine out, brain foggy with weed and need. your head falls to the crook of seob’s neck, mouthing at it. jongseob grabs your hair and pulls you up. you let out a harsh whine that he shuts up with two fingers shoved into your mouth. 

“c’mon you can do better than that i know you can,” seob says with a chuckle

“yea baby, use your words.” soul says in this condescending tone that has you weak in the knees and your cunt throb. you let out the most pathetic whine head falling back as you fight your brain to produce the words you need to get what you crave.

“i wanna see it so bad- shota please need to see it” you manage to get out, you’re not sure how but you do. soul decides that’s enough for right now. he pulls his now hard cock out, it’s long and thick. the tip is red and leaking on his stomach, it turns out he has a happy trail. when you look over at the phone, your eyes just about bulge out of your head. 

“woah” you say, mouth agape in awe. it’s so pretty and you notice the precum that landed on that trail of hair, you want to lick it.

“so big” you murmur out, jongseob’s hand that had stopped a while ago finds its way into your underwear and slides through the slick that has gathered.

“you’re so wet sweet girl, soulie got you goin’ that much huh?” seob lets out a chuckle, hand leaving your panties to show soul. soul lets out a low groan, deep in the back of his throat. 

“aight i’ll be there in ten,” soul says with a grunt, shoving his cock back into his sweats as he gets up. you hear the shuffle of him putting his shoes and grabbing his keys. 

“don’t touch her” soul instructs jongseob with a stern stare.

“bro you can tell me not to touch my girl-” seob starts to argue but he is quickly interrupted by soul.

“be a good boy and listen to me yea? ill reward you if you listen” soul tell jongseob and you feel his cock jump at the thought. 

“ok-okay soul” jongseob says with a stutter, fully aware of the fact you felt his cock twitch against your leg. soul hangs up and you roll off of jongseob. you’re planted on your stomach facing the tv. you don’t bother to put your shorts back on so you’re just chillin in your underwear. 

your hands find the remote and turn the show back on, you need it to distract from the fact that you are about to lose your shit and pounce on jongseob. seob busies himself with shakily packing a bowl for you guys as he knows soul prefers a bong over a joint. 

it was a long ten minutes and you are just as wet if not more than you were before. your mind is wondering, curious as to what soul is going to do. you truly have no idea what he’s got up his sleeve, you didn’t expect him to speak to your boyfriend like that and seeing jongseob's reaction was even more of a shock. if anything, you thought you would be in control, but you are so mistaken.

you hear a knock at your door and jongseob bolts to get it, you let him, not wanting any nosey neighbors to see your almost naked form. you decide that you are going to act unbothered, make him work for it, that might come back to bite you in the ass but that’s what you want. 

its not that jongseob doesn't satisfy you, he more than satisfies you if you’re being honest, you just want someone to be rough with you. you’re talking down right mean to you and you guys have discussed it and jongseob physically cannot be mean to you, yes that is a sassy man he just can’t even imagine hurting you, or so you think.

your thoughts are interrupted by the pair of boys you were just thinking about. you look over your shoulder and make eye contact with shota, eyes breaking away to look at his still hard cock straining against his pants. you can tell the had a small conversation on the way to your room.

“hey” you say, turning back to the tv, ass on full display. you reach for the bong and jongseob snatches it first, catching you off guard. you whip your head to look at jongseob. 

“you better be nice to our guest” he chastises, giving you a look that you never thought you'd see from him. one that made you rethink your current plan.

“but i want it” you said, doubling down on your decision to be a brat.

“-nd you always do what i want” you pout at him, giving him the best doe eyes you can. jongseob has to look away, he looks at soul and has to look away again bc soul is looking at him with those eyes. 

“here” seob hands the bong to shota, hands fumbling to find the lighter lost in the plush carpet. one he finds it he hands it to soul who takes it.

“pink?” he says looking at seob.

“hey it was a gift” you pout at soul, crossing your arms. your movements cause both of the boys to look right at your still exposed chest. you suddenly become very aware of the fact that you are very much exposed. you rush to put on one of jongseob’s shirts you have lying around.

“awe is she feeling shy now?” shota chastises as he crouches down next to your head.

“i guess she is” seob says, crouching down just like shota.

you look between the two, the feeling of them talking about you like you weren't even there making your cheeks flush. you whine, letting your head fall down. you feel a hand grab a handful of you hair and yank your head up. your eyes follow the arm to find its soul, there’s a fire in his eyes. 

“fuck your pitiful, wheres that brat i was promised?” shota says and you decide to be a brat, you drop the shirt you never got to put on. you grab shota’s face and pull him into a kiss. you whine at the taste, weed and what you think is some unflavored chapstick. he groans and pulls back, you bite his lip, hard.

“fuck” you hear from beside you, its jongseob. you look at your boyfriend and make eye contact with his glassy eyes. its then you realise that seob’s lips were swollen, that was not your doing, the two men make eye contact with each other. you decide to take initiative, you grab a handful of jongseob’s hair and push him into a kiss with soul. 

while they are making out, you grab the bong and take a pretty big hit. once done you lean back and watch the show. your hand moves down to you throbbing cunt, you dont think you have ever been this fucking wet.

your brain is mush, you are so locked in on them making out you almost drop the bong. you whine out as you pick up the pace of your fingers. your head gets thrown back with a tug on your hair and your hand gets ripped from your panties. your eyes snap open, you make eye contact with shota who was the one who pulled your hair.

“you think you can touch yourself with out asking?” shota asks, more like mock you, making you realize that tonight your body belongs to him. you let out a harsh whine as a hand replaces yours. you glance down and its jongseob, he looks a fuckin mess and you love it.

“be good and listen to soulie for me” jongseob says as he lies down on his stomach. he mouths at the crotch of your underwear, effectively eating you out through them. shota takes the opportunity to kiss you.

“seob-s’obie please” you manage to get out between the onslaught of kisses and pleasure you were receiving. your mind was spinning. they both manage to pull away at the exact same time, almost dropping you.

“bed” was all you hear and you scrabble onto shaky legs and walk over to the bed. once you get to the edge of your bed you feel a hand push between your shoulder blades and you fall face first into your silk sheets. you manage to move your hands before you are picked up by the hips and pushed more onto the bed. 

you look up at the mirror you have on the other side of your bed, you see that is shota who was manhandling you like you weigh nothing. he has recently put on some muscle and it shows. jongseob comes into your view and you see that he has lost his shirt somewhere between the floor and the bed.

he steps a bit closer and gets on the bed in front of you and grabs you by the hair once again. you make eye contact with him and he melts just a small bit, but not all the way.

“you gonna be good and suck my cock?” seob asked, and you nodded so fast, head jerking against the hand that held your head up.

“yes-yes please seob please lemme suck your cock” you say, sounding so fucked out and they have hardly  even touched you yet. 

“dont make him cum, baby” soul whispers in your ear. you dont think seob heard but he lets out a pitiful whine.

“hey i listened-didn’t touch her just like you said” you can hear his pout, you decided to distract him and start licking at his soft happy trail. you have always loved his happy trail, he shaved it one time and you pitched an absolute fit. 

“i know and you did so good for me” soul praises, hand coming up to pull seob into a kiss. you notice and let out a whine. you grind back trying to tempt soul into fucking you already. you are so wet it's embarrassing, the mix of arousal and weed flooding your brain, making you floaty in the head.

“be patient” shota says as he slaps your ass, he goes back to kissing your boyfriend. you feel a hand on the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair as he shoves you onto seobs cock. you’re not sure who it is but you don’t care.

you feel the men above you still making out, shota is dragging his tip through your soaked cunt, catching on your clit every push of his hips. you push your ass back again and shota surprisingly lets you.

“oh fuck-ya ready?” soul asks as he pulls away from jongseob. you try your best to nod, mumbles you let out vibrate seob’s cock thats still nestled deep in your throat. 

“what was that?” shota asks with a tone, hand pushing your head further down jongseob’s cock. poor seobie cant even speak, his head floaty too. he lets out a whine at the feeling out your throat squeezing his cock.

“-member, dont cum” soul says as he brings the hand not on your head to your cunt. he might be mean but he’s not cruel, he’s gonna stretch you. he circles his finger around your clit and slips it inside. your hips jerk at the intrusion and you moan out around the cock that’s stuffed in your mouth.

souls fingers feel different that seob’s, not bad just different. you love it, being fucked in both places. you feel shota adding another finger and you have to pull off of seob’s cock.

“-fuck, please” you whine out, though you’re not even sure what you are even begging for. him to speed up? to finally fuck you? could be anyone's guess. soul speeds his hand up, his mouth going to kiss your back.

“you ready?” he mumbles into your back and you nod, frantic against jongseob’s hip.

“need your words pretty girl” 

“yea-yes please want it so bad” you slur out, mouthing at the bottom of seob’s cock. you feel seobs cock twitch at your touch, you make eye contact with him and give him a dopey smile that he returns. you move your eyes to soul just to see him already looking at you and jongseob with nothing but love in his eyes, you will have to talk about that in the morning. 

you turn back to seob’s cock, finally taking it deep in your throat. he groans out at the feeling, your throat swallowing him just right. just as he starts shota pulls his fingers out and you whine, hips jutting up to keep the feeling of being full.

“shh it's okay pretty girl, gonna fill you up ‘kay?” shota says as he lines his tip up to your soaking hole. he slowly pushes into your cunt, reaching under your stomach to pull you up to meet his hips, putting pressure on your lower stomach making you feel every single inch of his cock.

you moan out around seob’s cock and that pushes him over the edge. he grabs the back of your head and pushes till your nose is touching the slightly trimmed hair at the base of his cock, his other hand grabs shota by the neck and pulling him into another kiss. this one is so messy, nothing but spit and teeth. jongseob pulls away first.

“can i cum? please lemme cum -was so good for you” jongseob lets out the most pathetic whines as he’s begging for his release, his legs shaking and hips stuttering against your mouth. 

“go ahead seobie, cum for us” soul says, giving him a nod, seob whines and cums almost before the words left shota’s mouth, chanting ‘thank yous’. once hes done he pulls out and gives you a kiss before you swallow his cum, you pass it to him and he give it to shota and you hear the messy make out.

you fall forward, face into the plush of your hello kitty blanket, you feel jongseob fall to the side. you are so gone you cant make out the words exchanged between the men. shota grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you up to his chest. you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror and hide your face in shota’s neck but he tuts and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself.

“look at yourself, such a messy girl for her boyfriend’s best friend, you’ve thought about it haven't you? being fucked like the slut you are, such pretty tits too, fuck- seobie you got lucky” shota says moving his other hand to pinch at your tits, so hard hes leaving little marks that are gonna be a dark purple in the morning. 

you try to nod but your movement is restricted, you move one of your hands to your clit but is stoped by shota’s low voice in your ear.

“i know damn well you're not about to touch yourself without asking?” soul asks and you shake your head.

“-’m sorry, can i please” you pout, looking over at your boyfriend who has pulled his phone out and started taking pictures and videos of you and shota. you clench down on shota and hear him groan out.

“smile for the camera” shots says as he's bringing his hand down, rubbing tight, rough circles on your puffy clit. you fall forward and he lets you, hips snapping at a rate you have only seen when hes dancing. 

“go ‘head, cum for us pretty” you hear jongseob say, and you choked out and moan and collapse into the bed. you whine out as soul speeds his thrusts and cums deep in your cunt. hes falling onto your back, pressing kisses along your spine and shoulders.

“fuck” you say after a minute, voice gone. you look over to see that jongseob had cum on his stomach and normally you would go clean him up but you truly don't think you could get up. you feel shota get up and  slowly pull out of your used pussy, his cum leaking out. 

seobie comes over to the two of you and soul is on him licking the cum off of his stomach, you see jongseob taking pictures of that too and you are so grateful that he is, they will be shared in the group chat.

“gimme that” you assume hes asking for the phone, you hear him take pictures of your cunt, using his fingers to spread the folds apart and you whine. you see seobie come into view, shushing your whines as he gets passed the phone. hes taking pictures and you dont notice soul left till you feel a warm washcloth whipping you off.

ten minutes later you guys are all clean and you are squished between the two, jongseob in your front shota against your back. you are fading in and out of sleep when you hear them having a small conversation.

“talk ‘bout this in the mornin’ go to sleep” you murmur out in seob’s chest, feelinging it rumble as he laughs.

“okay good night pretty girl” shota says as he kisses your shoulder and reaching up to kiss seob on his forehead, eventually scooching down you be in your neck. you feel the word fade to black to the sound of jongseob’s heart beat and soul’s breath on your neck.

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you were unaware of the fact that jongseob and soul have talked about it many times. shota has thought about stuffing you full of his fat cock, he was just waiting for the call from jongseob. while he wasn't expecting a call at 11pm, he answers. soul is just sitting in his bed playing super smash bros on his switch when he gets the call.

“yo” he answers not checking who it is, he's immediately greeted with your soft whines and whimpers.

“hey bro, my girl wants to see your cock” jongseob says nonchalantly catch soul off guard, soul pauses for a second before answering.

“like a picture or like in real life or what?” soul answers, finally pausing his game and looking at his phone, where he is greeted with your soft pout, hips frantically chasing jongseob's hand as he moves to set the phone up. turns out it was a facetime, soul didn't notice or care all he was looking at was your now shirtless form.

“i donno baby, what do you want?” jongseob looks at you his hand moving from your cunt to your lip where he taps, prompting a verbal response.

 “use your words, pretty girl, i know you can” seob murmurs, shota has to lick his lips, mouth dry from the stunning sight of your naked tits. shiny piercings catch his eyes, the soft pink light bouncing off of the cherry gems on the bars piercing through the flesh. 

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ohhh he 100% is i guarantee that man would fuck you in the practice room.

like if you were in a trainee group, working so hard on your dancing. spending many nights working on your solo, you dont wanna let your group down.

the door to the practice room you were in opens, you had taken off your shirt, all sweaty and out of breath.

jiung had seen you around the company, you have talked a handful of times, him and his group even went to the showcase your group was apart of. he wasn't obsessed, he swears.

you see the looks, you're not blind and you would be lying if you weren't looking at him too.

your eyes snap to the door, you make eye contact with jiung. his eyes roam over your exposed body for a second before he realises.

"im so sorry" he says bowing, eyes trained to the floor.

"it's fine, i forgot to lock the door" you mutter, going to pause the song.

"was that one of your tracks?" he asks, finally looking at you.

"yea, i just finished it-it's just the demo- we haven't finished recording it" you say, grabbing your water bottle and take a sip. jiungs eyes find a drop of water that slips from your mouth.

"woah this really good, did you actually make it?" he questions, you nod.

"my manager got me in contact with seobie!" you beam at him, thats why jongseob has been talking about you.

"wanna join me? i was just finishing, you can have the room after" you ask him. jiung nods and sets his stuff down. you press play on the remote and start going through the steps.

his eyes are trained on your body, the way it moves so effortlessly to the rhythm. he just stares at you, he has to put his jacket on his lap to hide the raging hard on.

you see it, of course you see it, he's not exactly small in that department.

"you like it?" you turn to look at him after you finish. he nods, almost pathetically, it's cute.

you walk over and sit down next to him, you're so close to him he can smell your perfume, feel the heat radiating off of you.

"so how have you been" you ask and he gulps.

"i've-i've been good, the comeback is almost here!" he says excidedly.

"can i hear?" you ask, getting closer to him, he nods and fishes out his headphones and hands you one. he put on the title track, ex.

hes looking at your so intently gauging your reaction. you are smiling through the whole track, he is starting to think he has died and gone to heaven or wherever.

"wow! its so good ji!" you smile and he thinks that he's going to pass out. he's staring at you so hard, you get an idea. you lean forward and kiss him. that it he really has died.

"woah" he says as you pull away from him. you giggle and move to sit in his lap. jiungs hands move to hold onto your hips.

"this okay?" you ask him and he nods again. you giggle and kiss him once on the lips and get up to lock the door. though everyone in the company has a cod to get in so it really doesn't do anything.

you walk back over to him and you sit back in your laps and kiss him. his hands are roaming over your body, his hands find your nipples through your sports bra and tugs, hard.

"fuck-" you whine out, you reach around and grab a hand full of his hair and yank his head back. you latch your lips to his neck and shoulders. you are careful no to leave any marks.

you are grinding down onto his hard cock, his hips are jumping every time you drag your ass against him.

"god-you're gonna kill me" jiung mutters out. your lips are still glued to his neck, biting lightly but hard enough to fuck with his mind a bit.

"if-if you dont stop 'm gonna cum" he tells you, whimpers of your name falling from his lips like a prayer. you move faster and harder on his cock, needing him to cum.

"yea? you gonna cum for me baby?" you say in a mock, sympathetic voice. he nods and whines as you pull his hair harder. his hips start to buck up into you, basically fucking you through your clothes.

"do it then" you say, almost like it was a challenge and he does. he looks etherial, cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back. you speed up your movements.

jiung's hands fly to your hips, his whimpers grow in volume and pitch.

"please-please 'ts too much" he lets out, voice breaking. the pitiful please send you over. your head is thrown back, hips stuttering aganst the wet spot in the front of his pants.

once your hips stop and you catch your breath, you stand up on shaky legs.

"of course, jiung" you say and kiss him before gathering your things and walking out of the door.

an: i hope it was okay i made him a bit pathetic...i mean look at that man he whimpers i just feel it in my bones and my bones are always right trust. tysm for the ask and please send me more😩

soul is a freak, look at him he's got something behind those beautiful eyes that says something.

just imagine you guys are on the couch of the dorm, just watching a movie or something, its late. intak and keeho are in the studio and soul's hand just starts to wonder.

your eyes dart to the door, keeho should be home soon, you might have an hour max. soul doesn't fucking care, he wants to get caught by his favorite hyung, and you know it.

so you let him do what he wants, and he does just that. you end up on all fours and he's fucking you like he hates you, just how you like it.

you guys don't hear the keys rattling, the door opening or closing, even the footsteps approaching the couch.

"what do we have here?" you jump at the words, you yank your head out of soul's loosening grasp. you make eye contract with keeho, your fucked out eyes meeting his pissed off ones.

"seriously, on the couch?" keeho asks, head tilting. sould hips twitch at the tone, pushing himself deeper into you. keeho moves behind soul and grabs the back of his neck.

soul lets out a pitiful whine as he lets keeho just manhandle him off of you and onto his knees on the floor.

"stay" keeho says to him and soul nods, eyes glazed over. keeho moves to grab you, his hands gripping your hips and pulls you to sit you down next to soul.

"you guys are nasty" keeho says as he sits down in front of the two of you.

"we are sorry, we-we just-" soul starts but is interrupted by keeho.

"go on" keeho says, giving you guys a pointed look.

"...what" you say in a small voice, so confused.

"keep goin', keep fucking their brains out soulie, or should i?" keeho says with a a wicked smile. soul doesn't waste time. his hand finds your hair and he pushes your face into the lap of his leader. keeho's hand goes to your face and he leans down to kiss you.

you feel soul push his hard cock back into you, you whine out into the mouth of keeho, you go to put your hands on keeho but he's faster. keeho grabs your wrists and hands them over to soul who gets the message.

keeho pulls back and just looks at you, his eyes have something in them that has you clenching so hard around soul. you look down at keeho's dick.

it's hard, you don't know when he pulled it out but you do know you need it in your mouth right now. he noticed and shifts closer so you could take him in you mouth.

you are so focused on sucking keeho's dick you bearly feel him lean forward. keeho and soul are making out over you, both cocks twitch in you.

you pull off needing to take a breath and you look above you cum, you usually need extra stimulation but you didn't need it tonight. you clench around soul's cock and he whines into keeho's mouth, cumming in you.

he pulls out and you guys move to knee between keehos legs and suck him off together.

"you guys are so messy huh?" keeho says as he throws his head back, a hand on each of your heads. soul is busy with his balls, mothing at them with expertise, you will have to ask him about that later.

you are sucking his tip, hands working on the rest of his shaft. soul moves up to where you are and you guys are basically making out with keeho's dick between you.

"my messy babies" keeho says hands pushing you guys back just enouch for him to aim his cock at your faces as he cums.

its a lot of cum, you and soul manage to get some in your mouths and you kiss soul once before swalowing and kissing keeho. soul kisses him next.

"fuck-that was-" you say after the pull apart.

"yea it was" keeho agrees with a noise of contempt coming from soul.

"we need to clean up-tak is gonna be home soon" keeho mumbles out fingers coming up to soul's face to clean up some of the cum from his face. soul grabs his wrist and brings keeho's fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.

"fuck baby, go clean 'em up ill clean up in here" keeho directs soul to clean you up. soul stands up and picks you up, bringing you to the bathroom.

"were gonna talk about this later" keeho yells out from the living room. you giggle out an okay as soul shuts the door.

fuma x reader (band!au, brothers best friend)

wc: 4.5k

cw: smut, pinv, porn with minimal plot, oral(f!reciving), choking, hand kink if you squint, weed use, nicknames(baby, whore, slut, girly, daddy), meanish!dom fuma, sub! reader, reader has nipple piercings (totally not basing reader off of me, who would do such a thing), reader has a lotta hobbies, background nichojoo, brothers bestfriend fucking

in which you’re brothers bestfriend and bandmate is hot, and you wanna fuck him.

its your first week home from your first year of college, and your brother decided that his band practice has to start at 10 am. you wake up to his bandmates screaming in the living room. you grumble and go upstairs from your basement room to yell at your brother, forgetting you're in nothing but a flimsy tank top and some boxers with little hearts on them. 

“yu cant you actually shut the fuck up for once?” you yell as you ascend the stairs, your older brother looks at you.

“girl it's 10 am, it's not my fault you were up readin fan-” his sentence is cut off by you lunging at him, pushing him down to the ground. 

“im gonna fuckin kill you” you screech at him as you are pulled off of him by strong arms, lifting you easily. you struggle in the person's hold, gradually turning around in the arms. you look up at your captor and see it's fuma, the boy, no man now, you've always had a crush on since you were 8. 

“let-let me go” you stutter out, shocked by how much hotter he's gotten in the 9 short months you've been gone.

“you gonna play nice and not kill your brother?” he questions, his deep voice reverberating in your chest. you blush and look away, suddenly remembering how exposed you are in your sleep clothes. his hands rest on your hips, fingers playing with the thin fabric of your tank top.

“whatever-jus’ lemme go” you grumble, still not looking at him, still blushing but trying to get out of his iron-like grip he had on you.

“say yes, and ill let ya go,” he says right in your ear.

“fine-ill play nice,” you whine out, and he lets go. you go to the kitchen to get some breakfast, trying to hide your embarrassment. you open the fridge and figure you might as well make them something to eat as well. 

“do you guys want anything?’ you ask the group of boys, they all nod and give you what they want. kei wants eggs and rice, fuma wants pancakes, nicho wants sausage, and euijoo agrees to whatever you feel like making. you summon kei to assist you in breakfast and you too make a quick work of the meal.

you have the boys set the table bc if they’re gonna eat yalls food then there gonna work for it. you guys sit down and start grubbin out. once done euijoo offers to clean up making the other help too. you decide to take a shower. 

“kay guys imma go downstairs, please for fucks sake be quiet” you tell them as you head down the stairs. what you didn’t see was fumas eyes fallowing your path, eyes locked onto your ass. kei takes notice and slaps his shoulder. fuma looks at k, face saying ‘fuck i do?’.

“dont eye fuck my younger sister” kei says to him

“yea-just fuck her for real” nicho chimes in from his position on the counter.

its euijoos turn to slap someone, he slaps his boyfriend. nicho hisses at the contact, pouting as he look at his boyfriend turned attacker.

“shut up, thats kei-hyungs sister” he chastises, his boyfriend grumbles and the two start bickering playfully.

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later in the day, you go down for a snack, and in light of fuma's previous words you bring snacks out to the garage for the boys, only to find kei missing.

“wheres kei?” you question as you set down the cut fruit you’d prepared for the boys.

“he went to get drinks, ill text him what you want” fuma says, knowing your order after all these years, he whips his phone from his pocket and your eyes linger on his hands just a moment longer than appropriate.

“kay- wait can i sing?” you gesture to the mic in the front of the garage.

“yea sure, whatcha want?” fuma says lowly, and you think for a second, deciding on sexy drug, a song you wrote for the boys to perform back in high school. 

“you guys remember sexy drug?” you ask, tilting your head.

“yea we still perform it,” euijoo says excitedly. he picks up his guitar and get behind his mic, nicho jumps behind the drumset. you pass by fuma, who whips his bass around to the front. the first notes ring in your ears, and you are almost in a trance, the words of the song flowing from your glossy red lips. 

you rip the mic from the stand and start to walk around to the boys. you and euijoo go back to back when hes to do his parts with you supporting. you head over to fuma and get right in his face right as it gets to your favorite part of the song.

“sexy girl come and lay with me, im frustrated and its sexually.” fuma sings into your mic, making direct eye contact with you and your knees just about buckle.

“like omg you make me cum-cum-complete”  you say as you make your eyes roll back as you throw your head back, almost like you just want him to take a bite right then and there. you’re not dumb, you know damn well what you are doing, and its working. you got the poor boy wrapped around your finger, he keeps stumbling over his lines. euijoo and nicho look at each other, knowing whats going on.

the rest of the song you and him have this palpable tension that you could cut with a knife. as the last notes reverberate against your chest, which is pressed against fuma’s chest. you’re both panting, breath mingling. clapping cuts through your trance and you snap your head to where kei is standing with drinks in hand.

“woah that was good, better than me” kei says as he set the drinks next to the cut fruit. you all grab your respective drinks and you have the idea to be their photographer for the day. you over heard the boys saying they want mor pictures of them during practice, so you decise to do just that. you grab the camera that was on the table.

you wander around the garage snapping pics of random things, your scuffed chucks, yalls energy drinks all lined up next to one another, nicho behind the drums, euijoo kissing nicho, the list goes on. you walk up to fuma and point the camera at him, chest down you take the picture of him shredding his cherry red bass. his rift ends and you turn the camera to face you and you step between his legs. his hands going straight to your hips, you lean back and kiss his neck, you snap the picture.

you full away from his neck, seeing your red kiss mark on his neck you snap a picture of that, fuma is smiling smugly in the photo and you think you might just keep that one. 

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the sunset is casting a warm glow across your room, you’re perched on your bed. you’re going through all of the pictures and editing them, hand picking which ones your gonna keep for yourself, all fuma if you’re to be oh so honest, and which ones your gonna post to insta. after posting the pictures, with keis consent, you put a random show on and pull your pre-roll you got from yuma, he went as far as giving you cherry flavored filters and using pretty pink rolling paper. 

you open your window and grab your lighter, you hear a knock at your door. thinking its kei you quickly hid your joint and lighter behind your back with one hand as you open the door, just to see fuma. 

“fuck-i thought you were yudai,” you say as you pull the joint out from its hiding spot,

 “well dont just stand there-cmon” you say gripping his wrist and dragging him into the room. 

“is that a joint?” he questions, cocking his head. you blush and look away, the simple action should not be effecting you this much. 

“you’re not gonna tell are you?” you ask, moving over to the window, cherry red lighter in hand. fuma shakes his head, looking around your room. 

“theres more on my desk if you want-not the pink ones those are mine” you say bring your red tipped joint up to your mouth, lighting it and taking a heavy drag. fuma digs for a second and then moves to sit beside you on the window. just as you’re about to offer your lighter, he pulls his own black lighter out of his jeans. 

you stare as he lifts the lighter to the joint hanging from his lips, hands cupped around the flame. he drops his hands and your eyes move to his face as he takes a drag, ghosting it. yuma must have given you a new strain because you are already not here, maybe it was just fumas effect on you. 

“when’d ya start smokin?’ he asks snapping you out of the trance he unknowingly put on you. 

“last summer, really helps my brain shut up, my ex gave me my first, he actually rolled this” you bring your joint up to your lip gesturing to it as you hit. fumas eyes are on your glossy red lips wrapped delicately around the tip, and fuma is thinking about just how perfectly your lips would look around his cock. 

“when’d you start?” you question, words coming out more slurred than you ment, yumas new strain is fucking you up. your voice cutting through his thoughts. 

“17” hes says after taking a hit, smoke coming out his nose as he speaks. if you werent sitting your knees would have giving out. the two of you sit there and fishing smoking the joints. you offer to move to the bed after and he takes you up on that offer. 

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the two of you are sitting on your bed, the tv casting a light glow onto you guys. you’re watching spongebob and you cannot stop laughing, yea this strain is good. fuma’s hand his sitting on you thigh, massaging lightly.

“‘m bored” you mumble out. pausing the show you get on your knees between fumas outstretched legs.

“whatcha wanna do baby?” he says, the nickname coming out unintentionally.

“baby?” you giggle out, heart fluttering at the word leaving fumas mouth. if you told 12 year-old you, she would be shitting bricks. fuma moves closer, confidence radiating off of him at your blushing face.

“you good with that?” he asks grabbing your face with one of his hands.

“yea- ‘m still bored” you giggle, face still ablaze.

“hmmm 20 questions?” his head tilted, bang

“yea!” you almost yell, before covering your mouth not wanting kei to overhear.

“ill start easy, whats your favorite food?” fuma asks

“yellow, last time you watched porn?” you say eagerly.

“woah jumping right into it are we? fine ill play along, last night.” fuma laughed

“what kind?” you ask, you curiosity piqued.

“hold on girly, it my turn for a question, how many guys have made you cum?” he asked, his hand moving to your hip.

“sorry-got excited, no guy has ever made me cum before” you shyly mumble out.

“not even yuma?” fuma asks almost in disbelief.

“no we never fucked sadly, heard hes a good fuck” you say thinking back to how you fumbled that kinda hard. 

“okay my turn, biggest turn on” you say, scooting closer to him.

“hmmmm…probably nipple piercings, on anyone” fuma says after some thought.

“oh- i have those! wanna see?” you giggle

“of course” fuma says hand moving up to fiddle with your loose shirt. you bring your hand to the shirt's hem, pulling the shirt off and throwing it somewhere on your floor. you reach your hands around to take your bra off, weed filled brain struggling with the clasp. you whine out a small ‘help’ and he laughs.

he brings one hand behind you back and pulls the clasp back and letting it snap against your back, you whine once more and he finally undos the clasp with one hand. you hate how much this is turning you on, nipples already hard with your flustered state. you let the bra fall off of your shoulders. you blush and look to the side.

fuma bring a hand up to your tits, thumb running over your nipple, fiddling with the jewelry going through the flesh. you whine out and push your chest up into his hand and he groans.

“beautiful,” he murmurs out, voice rasp.

“thank you- your turn” you say, prompting him to ask another question.

“whats your biggest turn on?” hes says, turning your question onto you.

“no fair that was mine,” you pout but choose to answer, “ you- your confidence, the casual dominance you throw at me, your hands, just you- and thats just sexual, don’t get me started on the emotional boner you give me.” you say, hand moving to his that is still on your tit.

“me?” he questions from below you, having moved to his lap a while ago.

“mhm-i wouldn't let you smoke my weed if i didn't like you.” you say with a giggle

“so i can do this?” he asks and its your turn to be confused. right as you're about to ask what exactly ‘this’ is, he kisses you. you gasp and push into the kiss, already wanting more. he tastes like weed and mint gum. he pulls away and you almost chase his lips.

“woah there girly, kei would kill me if i slept with-” he starts but you interrupt,

“i dont care please- ill talk to him, he wont kill me-please” your voice getting more desperate the more you beg.

“you’re his little sis-” he tries

“no ‘m not, im my own person and i want this please fuma” you interrupt again, determined to have him forget your brother. you move off of him and scramble for your shirt, you go to the door and go upstairs to his room and fuma rushes to follow you. you get to kei's room and you bang on the door.

“kei-get out here right now” you yell through the door.

“what do you want” he says as he opens the door, eyeing fuma who is standing awkwardly behind you, hands clasped in front of him hiding the hard-on you gave him not 2 minutes ago.

“i’m going to have the best sex of my life with your best friend and i really don’t care what you think and you can’t kill him because he’s gonna be my boyfriend and that would mean i have to kill you”you say in one breath. kei stands there with his jaw to the floor and eyes bouncing between the two of you.

“uhh okayyy umm have fun i guess?” he shrugs, surprisingly not caring, though as you turn and walk away he grabs fuma’s bicep with a death grip.

“you hurt her and i will actually kill you, she won't be able to stop me” he says in fuma’s ear, the younger nodding. kei lets him go and he follows after you. you guys get back to your room and you pull him into a kiss, his hands going back to their rightful spot on your waist.

“boyfriend huh?” he cocks his head.

“mhm- well talk after you fuck my brains out kay?” you say and he nods pushing you towards the bed only breaking the kiss to take your shirt off again, you pull at his shirt, wanting it off too.

“off-want it off” you say into the kiss. he chuckles and takes his shirt off and pulls the belt out of the loops and he sees you eyeing the belt.

“next time baby, wanna feel your hands on my cock” he says, throwing the belt somewhere on the floor. you take that as your cue to get on your knees, plush carpet cushioning your knees ever so slightly. you fumble with the button and zipper of his baggy jeans. you finally get them udon and you fish his cock out. it’s hot and heavy in your hand, the tip a pretty red, cherry red if you will, shimmering with pre from your previous encounter.

you grip his cock and lick up the bottom, base to tip, you follow the veins of his cock.when you reach the tip and wrap your pretty red lips around it, giving it little sucks and brushing the slit with your tongue. his hips jut out to meet your mouth and his hands find the back of your head. gripping your hair, he pulls you off his cock with a wet pop.

“stop teasin’ and suck my cock like you mean it” he grunts out. you drunkenly smile up at him, a mix of his taste and the weed still infecting your brain making you already cockdumb. you allow him to push you head to his cock again. you grip the base and push his cock as deep as you can take it, the tip hitting the back if your throat. you gag a bit but ultimately suppress the reflex.

“oh fuck-” fuma groans out, hands griping you hair, sending a shiver down your back. your hands start to move on the part you can’t fit in your mouth, jerking him off. you move one hand down to his heavy balls, cupping and rolling them in your hand. you move your focus back to the tip, tongue finding the underside of the tip.

“fuck-fuck baby stop-’m gonna cum” fuma moans out, he pull you off before he could cum in your mouth, you whine out.

“wanna cum in you first” he says almost reading your mind. he picks you up effortlessly and tosses you on your bed. you squeak at the impact, bouncing just once before he’s on top of you, kissing hard. he moans at the taste of him on your lips, mixing so well with the weed and cherry flavor that was in its entirety-you. 

fums hands start to wonder as does his lips, hands going to part your thighs making you spread them, giving him space to enter. you allow it, bucking your hips up to meet his hands, he pushes them down, a silent command to stay still and be patient. you whine out, hands moving to his hair.

fuma’s lips move to your neck and tits, leaving a trail of marks in their wake. his mouth finds your right tit. focusing on the nipple he sucks, hard, you moan out its almost a scream with how fuzzy your mind was. you pull on his hair not knowing if you want more or not. he moans at the sting of your fingernails digging into his scalp.

“please fuma-fuma please wan’ more” you whine out squirming in his hold. he glances up at you and moves dow, kissing on your stomach, he pulls your shorts only stoping when he spots what underwear you’re wearing.

“these for me?” he questions, fingers snapping the waist band against your hip. a pretty, red, lace thong adorns your body, his favorite color.

“yea-was hopin’ you’d fuck me finally” you whine out, the sting of the impact, weed making you more sinsitive than ever. 

“you fuckin slut-such a whore for her brothers band mate” he shakes his head, words coming out with faux malice, guessing your into a little degradation. judging by the way your hips buck up to his hand and the absolutely filthy whine you let out, he guessed right.

“‘m not a whore” you mumble out, hiding your face in your hands. fuma grips your hips in and almost brutal grip.

“is that so,” he mocks “whats this then?”

his fingers brush over the prominent wet spot you’ve left on you pretty underwear. you moan and the slight contact.

“such a mess-” he risks out, he adjusts himself till he is lying between your legs. you can feel his breath on your core, you whine.

“such a whiny bitch- cant shut the fuck up and i havent even done anything yet” he taunts, enjoying the way you hide your face. he can see the way your cunt clenches around nothing. he moves the red fabric to the side and takes a long lick from slit to clit and your back arches. 

“oh-fuck” you moan out hands flying to his hair, pulling his head closer to your heat. 

“please please- wan-wanna cum, please” you babble out, thoughts incoherent and word jumbled. your hips are bucking wildly against fuma’s face. his hand moved to push your hips down into the matrisse.

“go on girly, cum on my face” fuma almost begs, needing to taste your cum,. at his word you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head and thighs locking around fuma’s head keeping him right where you need him.

“woah you jus- you made me cum” you say in disbelief.

“yea i did baby, you did so good for me” he says coming up to kiss you. you moan out at the taste of yourself on his tongue. his hands move to your thighs gripping the flesh, kneading. he pulls away and you whine at the loss. fuma sits back on his knees and just looks at you, you turn your head away from his gaze. his hands snap to your jaw forcing you to look at him, making direct eye contact with you.

“look at me when i fuck you” fuma says getting right up in your face, you blush and nod. he scoots back and get off the bed. fuma’s hand finds your ankle and yanks you to the edge of the bed and flips you pon your stomach.

you make eye contact with yourself in the mirror that’s opposite to your bed and blush, so this is what he meant when he said to make eye contact. he wanted you to watch yourself be ruined, by him. the thought of the whole thing makes you drip and clench around nothing. hes standing behind you, hands pushing down on your back makes you arch so pretty just for him. 

he gets up on the bed and kneels behind you and ribs the tip of his cock  in your folds. you realise he had gotten undressed while you were floating from your orgasm. you moan out at the contact, arching your back trying to get him to fuck you faster. 

”please-” you beg out needing him in you so bad.

“oh baby you can do so much better than that” he says taunting you

“please-please ill be so good-so good just for you daddy-please” you babble out, the title slipping out from you lips. fuma groans out at the name, his head falls back. 

“fuck baby-you really are a slut for me huh?” he chuckles out, resolve slipping and he gives into your whiney pleas. his hips snap into yours, the force pushing you face first into the mattress. you moan is a borderline scream, muffelded by your comforter. 

nah baby-i said look at me” fuma growls out, hand gripping your hair and yanking you up. his other hand moves to your clit making tight circles around the pulsating bud. you make eye contact with him in the mirror and you both moan out. his hips slow down the the thrust are hitting you so hard and deep that you can see a small bulge where his cock is hitting. 

he grabs your hand and move it to the spot where is cock is poking out, making you press on in. yhou scream at the sensation, so much pressure you thing you might pass out. 

“you feel that baby? feel you slutty cunt taking me so deep, like you were made for me” fuma whispers in your ear, his breath brushes your ear and you loose it. you’re sobbing from how good this man is making you feel. 

“oh fuck- im gonna cum-please fuma can i cum?” you say, somehow finding the words in your jumbled up, floaty weed brain.

“thats not man name baby, c’mon you can do it” he says speeding up his movements, hips snapping into your ass you genuinely think you might have bruises. his lips find your neck adding to the many other marks he made of your skin. 

“please daddy-wanna cum so bad-” you whine out, a moan interrupting you when he palaces a particularly hard suck to your collarbone. 

“its okay baby, cum for me, like the good slut you are” his punctuated his words with harsh thrusts and a slap to your poor cunt. you cum, violently, with a scream and you almost black out from the intensity. you collapsed onto the bed panting and shaking from how hard you came. you can barely register him cumming but moan out nonetheless. you both moan as he pulls out, he flops beside you equally you of breath.

fuma gets up and heads to the bathroom attached to your room. you whine not wanting to lose his calming presence. 

“ill be right back baby, gotta clean you up, you hate bein sticky remember?” fuma crouches next to your head, brushing the strands of hair from your face and gives you a kiss on the forehead. he comes back moments later with some wet washcloths to clean the two of you up. after he’s done with mild protests from you as he cleans his cum from you messy cunt. 

“easy baby i have to clean you up” fuma shushes you as he gently wipes up your cunt and thighs. he then shushes your whines once more with a kiss. he gets up once you’re clean and grabs your fresh underwear and his shirt from off the floor. 

he gets you dressed and tuck you under the plush pink comforter you have. only once you’re settled does he put his own boxers on and goes to the kitchen and grabs some water bottles. when he gets back to the room you’re asleep. he trots over to you and gently wakes you and makes you drink the water. 

“c’mon baby you have to drink something” he says trying to get you up

“nooo-” you whine out trying to bury yourself in the blanket again.

“yes baby.” he says using that tone on you, one where you know you’ve gotta listen. you begrudgingly get up and chug half the water before flopping down again and make gabby hands at him.

“wanna cuddle” you say and he complies, getting in the other side of the bed and pulls you onto his chest. his arms wrapped around your waist, you feel at home. you sigh in content and start to fall asleep.