PoodY

LINK : jeongin knows he’s too big ; but he knows you can take it. folding you in half , slowly pushing half of his thick length inside of you; the rest unable to fit even though you cried for more. “more.” he grunted , his hips never ending. “baby your tiny pussy can’t fit anymore.”

“pl-please.”

hearing your please , he pushed your legs up even higher , pounding into you. “jeongin!”

he cursed , your cunt squeezing him tightly. “you wanted it baby.” your stomach forming a light bulge. “so.. take.. it.”

his pace fastened , your moans growing louder and louder as you reached your peak , cumming.

jeongin has a huge load that he buries deep inside you , by time he’s done with you , and he’s cum it’s leaking out of you , he pulls out with a light slap of your sensitive cunt.

“took all of me like a good girl.”

LINK : jeongin prides himself in being able to make you cum just from his tongue. before you two got together you’d never even felt the bliss of being eaten out — and from that point forward he made sure to eat you out at least once a night , more if he isn’t tired which he usually never is.

he’d had you on your back for what felt like hours now , his tongue flat as he licked your cunt. “jeongin.” you moaned out , he chuckled against your folds , you were about t cum again.

he never denied you the pleasure of cumming , he just never stopped after , you were left shaking. and what did he do? he kept going , sucking your clit listening to you moan , his nose brushing against your bud.

he didn’t eat you out for just your pleasure , he was addicted ; to your scent , to your taste — to you , by the end of the night you’d cum so many times , your vision went white.

and he still wasn’t done , he knew you had at least one or two more in you.

LINK : he loves when you’re loud , but sometimes chan is home and he needs to keep you quiet — so he presses his whole body on you , pushing his cock deep inside you , hearing your soft whines as he rutted into you.

“shh.” he groaned into your ear , kissing your neck. “you gotta be quiet for me.” that was so hard to do with his cock drilling into. “don’t want channie hyung hearing you moan for me.”

he made no effort really into keeping you quiet , and that didn’t stop him from lifting your hips , plunging back inside of you. “i feel it baby.. you gonna cum?”

you let out a yes , begging him to let you cum. “fuck , cum for me,” legs falling flat as you came , legs shaking as he busted , cumming all over your ass , giving it a slap.

chan definitely heard

LINK : although he likes to please you; making you cum on his tongue until you pass out — his cock is a different story , he loves to tease you , sometimes he’ll just fuck you using the tip , sometimes he likes to take his tip , teasing your clit until you’re sobbing for him to put it in.

“innie-ah.” you whined , tears in your eyes. “pl-please.” he laughed softly , his tip was already leaking with pre-cum , circling your clit , teasing you.

“please what baby?” he laughed , mocking your cries. “i’m touching you aren’t i ?” tapping your hardened bud. “your little clit twitching so much , you must be really needy.”

“put it in.” you tried to moving your hips but he just held them down , continuing to tease your clit.

“i don’t know baby.” he mocked. “you look like you’re already about to cum just from this.”

when you continue to beg , he just pushes himself inside to surprise you , mocking your moans , laughing when he feels your legs shaking — you had cum.

“see i told you , such a needy thing.”

When your company sent out an email saying that they needed volunteers for a charity event at the pier this weekend, you rolled your eyes at the idea. A whole day of small talk with coworkers you barely tolerate, surrounded by corporate greed, but pretending that you just love working for them? Hard pass.

You signed up anyway.

Yeji, your coworker and best friend, would be there too. She’s kind of the one who convinced you to sign up for it, even though you were reluctant at first. She dangled the idea of getting a promotion in front of your face, and you were hooked immediately.

What she failed to mention was that you’d have to sign up for specific booths upon arrival, and that setup started bright and early at 8 am on a Saturday.

“I thought we were just going to unload some boxes and maybe set up some tents,” you groan, moving the trolley of boxes up the angled ramp of the pier. “I don’t want to talk to strangers and beg for money!”

“First of all, you’re not begging for money,” your friend quips. “You’re asking for donations! To save the turtles!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, for the turtles.” You shove the trolley the rest of the way up the creaky planks and stop at the volunteer booth. 

“Good morning, ladies!” Jihyo greets the two of you through her megaphone, far too cheerily for this early in the morning. You aren’t surprised she’s running the show, you just wish she weren’t so damn loud. You love her anyway, she was the only one who really tried to show you the ropes when you first joined the company.

“Hi, Jihyo,” you groan, trying to put on your best enthusiastic smile and wave.

“Have you two signed up for your booths yet? Almost all the good ones are gone!” Jihyo gestures to the clipboard on the table behind her. You exchange a look with Yeji and let out a huff of air before heading over to the table.

“By the way, the booth that makes the most money gets a special surprise in the office on Monday!” Jihyo adds, like it’ll somehow make you more excited for hours of sitting around doing nothing. “The kissing booth wins almost every year!”

A kissing booth? In a post-pandemic world?

“That sounds unsanitary and disgusting,” you scoff.

“Oh, c’mon, you don’t have to kiss them on the lips!” she states, like it makes the idea sound any more appealing. “Unless you see a cute guy.” She winks, pushing the clipboard closer. 

“That sounds kinda fun, plus we’d be together!” Yeji chimes in. “It won’t be that bad, plus whatever this surprise is, it’s probably worth it!” 

You both know the “special office surprise” is more than likely just a stupid pizza party or a gift card. Neither of which is worth having to kiss a bunch of strangers for.

The two of them put on their best puppy eyes as they turn to look at you. “For the turtles?” they say in unison, very creepily.

“Okay, fine!” You give up. These stupid turtles are going to be the death of you.

Maybe a kissing booth won’t actually be that bad. The best case scenario, some handsome guy comes along and gives you his number, sweeps you off your feet, and hopefully, ends your dry spell you’ve been having when it comes to dating. 

But then you think about how many people you totally, super, don’t want to kiss, and you shudder at the thought. Cheek kisses for everyone it is.

The sun is starting to rise higher, your fingers are covered in glue, and you’re breaking a sweat trying to help Yeji add the last of the decorations to your booth.

“I’ll go first, if that helps ease your mind,” Yeji chirps up, handing you a stack of glittery pink letters. “You can walk around and play some games!” It does, even just a little.

“Thank you,” you say. “I’m sorry if I’m being a grouch. I’ll try to make the best of today.” 

That sentiment is quickly proven false by a flying volleyball that hits your booth, knocking down most of your hard work. 

“What the fuck?” you exclaim, almost too stunned to move. You turn to where the ball came from and see a guy with messy brown hair and a blue volunteer shirt jogging over to you.

“I’m so sorry!” he says, running over. You glare at him, and he just smiles back at you.

You can’t find any kind words to say, so you don’t say anything at all as you hand him back his ball. Now you’re going to have to spend extra time redoing the decorations. Fucking dick.

“What booth are you working?” he asks as he takes the ball from you. You look back at him, still pissed off, but surprised now. Your face doesn’t exactly scream friendly and open to conversation right now, and he’s ballsy for trying.

“Hi, I’m Jisung.” He extends his hand out, a grin still planted on his face. “And again, I’m really, really sorry.” He seems apologetic, even if he’s wildly careless. It doesn’t hurt that he’s cute, too.

It’s good enough for now. You wanted to have a good day, and you weren’t going to let a flying ball ruin that. You introduce yourself, begrudgingly shaking his hand. “We’re working the kissing booth.” God, it’s even more embarrassing to say it out loud.

“Wow, really? I didn’t think they still did that.”

“It’s for charity!” you scoff at him. 

“Right, the turtles,” he laughs, glancing around your shoulder at your booth, now in shambles thanks to him. “I’ll uh…stop by later.” He sends you a wink and turns, taking the stray ball with him. 

Your face must be all scrunched up because Yeji just laughs at you.

“Who even is that?” You turn to start fixing up your booth, the look of disgust still on your face.

“Han Jisung,” she says, like he’s someone important. “The I.T. guy? The one you’re supposed to call when you click on those stupid phishing emails by accident?”

“Oh,” you say. He works at your company, too? “I’ve never met him.” Which is kind of amazing, because you click on those stupid things all the time.

“I think he likes you,” she says with a wink. You roll your eyes at her. 

After an extra twenty minutes of re-decorating the booth, the letters are plastered right on the front and shimmer in the sunlight. Slightly crooked, but readable. Patrons are starting to come by, and you get a sinking feeling in your gut.

“Walk around, have a good time!” Yeji shoos you away from the booth as you’re taking a sip of your water. You oblige, since you don’t have too long before it will be your turn at the kissing booth.

“If this goes horribly, I’m blaming you,” you tell her.

“If you find a nice, handsome guy, you’ll be thanking me.” You huff out a laugh and turn to explore the rest of the event.

The pier is lined with tents of games and sponsors of the event. On a normal day, there would be a few rides present and families with children lined up to get on the ferris wheel. Today, there are mostly adults wearing their company's clothing, making small talk with each other. Networking, you suppose.

You walk to the edge of the pier where the crowd is thinner and take a deep breath, staring out into the ocean. The warmth from the sun hits your face, providing comfort in the already chaotic day. You don't love a crowd, but you were trying to keep yourself steady. Today will be a good day, you tell yourself.

The smell of hot dogs and popcorn wafts around you, and it reminds you of a simpler time. Boardwalks in the summertime with your family, the taste of cotton candy, and passing out after a long swim in the ocean. Kids pass by on bikes, and you let out a sigh. You missed being young when life was full of fun, and you didn’t have to worry about rent or a corporate job.

You turn to walk back down the pier towards your booth, taking note of the different games you could play on your break later. They had all the standard carnival games: a ring toss, throwing balls at bottles, squirt gun races, and….a dunk tank?

The sounds of bells and chatter cut through your thoughts as you approach the game. You can’t see who’s running it through the crowd of people gathered around it, but you can certainly hear them. You hear a familiar voice, teasing the patrons who have shown up at the booth.

“Oh, c’mon! My grandma throws better than that!” You weave through the crowd to the front, and you finally see him.

Han Jisung, still in his volunteer shirt, caged in a dunk tank. Dry from head to toe, and talking shit like his life depends on it. “Put some elbow into it, old man!”

Now he’s just being mean. The people seem to love it, though, cackling and pointing as they dig out their wallets to try and get him to shut up. You watch two, then three people line up to grab their balls. The first guy misses the target all three times. The second hits the cage, making Jisung jump and almost fall off his seat. You try to stifle your laugh with your fist, but seeing him like this is hilarious. The third guy misses, and half the crowd seems to give up. It doesn’t look that hard.

“Hey, kissing booth!” Shit. He saw you.

“Me?” you point to yourself, as if he could be talking to anyone else. People start looking over, and you feel like you could crawl into a hole.

“Yeah, you!” he points. “Why don’t you come show them how it’s done?”

You were still slightly irritated at him for fucking up your booth earlier, so you agreed. He looks like he could use a little cooling off anyway. You paid at the booth and took the balls to the starting line.

You take a deep breath and cock your arm back, aiming straight for the target. You throw a bit too wide and hit the spot right next to it.

“Okay, now once more with feeling!” Jisung teases, and your tongue pokes out of your cheek in response. He’s infuriating.

You throw the second one harder, faster. It dings the edge of the bullseye but doesn’t hit it hard enough to send him into the water.

“You gotta hit the target, sweetheart!” he calls with a wink. You clench your jaw. You have to make this. For your own pride and revenge for your booth.

“Do you ever stop talking?” you hiss at him.

“Depends, do you ever stop missing?” 

He’s done it now. You let the last ball fly, and hold your breath as you watch it spin towards the target.

Ding!

“Oh sh—”

Splash!

You hear a series of hoots and hollers from the audience behind you. Jisung flails into the water and hits the bottom. You watch through the glass as he pushes himself back up to the surface and paddles to the ladder. A satisfied smile creeps across your face, and you fold your arms in front of you as you wait for him to come back up.

He runs his hand through his wet hair, still blinking away what you’re sure is very, very cold water. His clothes stick to his body, and you notice his muscled arms and lean frame. He’s kind of hot. You snap yourself out of it when he opens his mouth.

“That was personal,” he says, still spitting out water.

“No, that was funny,” you laugh. You start walking forward towards the cage until you’re only a couple of feet from it. “This is personal.” And without batting an eye, you reach over and push the target with your hand.

Ding!

“Wait!”

Splash!

You don’t wait for him to come up before you walk away with a wide smile on your face. 

Were you flirting with him? Maybe. But you got a kick out of flustering him, because he’s way too cocky for his own good. He needed to be humbled, and if you had to be the one to do it, then so be it.

“I’ll see you later, kissing booth!” he calls out after you as you weave through the crowd. You roll your eyes so far back into your head it’s basically a full 360.

You catch yourself smiling as you’re walking back to your booth, and promptly shake any thoughts of Jisung away. You will not think of him. Not him jogging over to you this morning. Not him, wet and flustered after you dunked him. Not the fact that he might, maybe, possibly, stop by later.

“You’re back!” Yeji calls out as you walk up to the booth. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I did actually,” you reply. You recount the story of Jisung and the dunk tank, both of you laughing to yourselves.

“Do you think he’ll stop by later?” she asks, a sly smirk on her face.

“Oh, god, I hope not.” You’re a liar. A big, fat, pants-on-fire liar.

“Riiighhhttt.” She nods her head with a knowing look, and you know she can see right through you. “Well, it’s your turn!”

Right. And now you get to regret every single life choice you’ve made that has brought you to this single moment. You’re hoping it’s not that bad, and you don’t know if the thought of Jisung showing up repulses you or excites you.

“Don’t forget your chapstick!”

The heat is starting to get to you, even in the protection of the tent that drapes over the booth. You started your shift not even an hour ago, and you’ve already kissed several grandmas, a dude that looked like he lost a bet, and a couple of girls. You’re counting the cash when you hear a mechanical shriek and a familiar voice echoing across the pier.

“STEP RIGHT UP, FOLKS!” Oh god. Please, god, no. You turn towards the noise, and sure enough, Jisung is standing not 10 feet from your booth, screaming into a megaphone.

“Donate to a good cause and kiss a beautiful volunteer! Don’t miss out, she won’t be here all day!”

You’re about to die of embarrassment if he doesn’t stop this nonsense.

“ONLY FIVE DOLLARS! Cheaper than therapy and probably just as healing!” God dammit, where’s Jihyo when you need her?

“Who gave him a megaphone?” you ask, turning towards Yeji. She just shrugs, her lips pressed together, trying to suppress a laugh. This is mortifying.

He finally turns to face you, and you lock eyes. He has a smug ass grin on his face, and you’re trying to gesture to him to tell him to cut it out. But of course, he doesn’t listen, because it’s fucking Han Jisung and he’s the most annoying person to ever breathe the same air as you. He just raises the megaphone back to his mouth.

“LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND OUR NON-BINARY FRIENDS! The same person who VIOLENTLY dunked me in a tank this morning is currently accepting kisses for charity!”

“I’m gonna strangle him,” you mutter under your breath. Yeji snorts behind you.

“I think you like him,” she says.

You whip your head around at the speed of light with a look on your face that could definitely kill someone. “I. Do. Not.”

She’s unconvinced.

“Jisung! What the fuck are you doing!?” you try to shout quietly, but your anger cuts through the chatter of the crowds quite easily.

“Yes?” he says, through the fucking megaphone, because he’s insane and everything is a joke to him.

“Why aren’t you working the dunk tank?”

“I’m on a break!”

“Stop screaming! We can all hear you!”

He maintains eye contact with you, and for a second, you think that he might just let it go. And then, he slowly lifts the megaphone back to his mouth, and you’re covering your ears in preparation.

“ALSO! Just so everyone knows, she has a VERY STRONG throwing arm!” He gets a few laughs from that one, and that’s when you realize that he has a crowd of people standing around him, laughing at his dumb jokes. You’re five seconds away from throwing yourself over the edge of the pier and letting the sea take you. 

“I hate you!” you shout back.

“AND SHE HATES ME! But that makes it more exciting!” He sends a wink your way. You cover your face with your hands, praying it's a dream.

He seems content enough with his little show to abandon it and walk over to your booth. He looks annoyingly pleased with himself as he finally sets the megaphone down.

“Where did you even get that?” you ask, still fuming.

“Nicked it from Jihyo,” he chuckles. “She’s probably looking for me now.” You close your eyes and sigh. If the turtles don’t kill you, Jisung certainly will.

“You’re evil, you know that?”

“Evil? But I just got you three more customers!” You glance around his shoulder, and sure enough, there are several people walking towards you. That little shit.

“You are insufferable.”

“I’m a genius,” he quips back. “Everyone loves a guy that can make them laugh.” 

You roll your eyes at him, probably for the fifth time this entire conversation. “Whatever, move, there are people waiting.”

Just when you think he’s about to walk away, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He pulls out a crisp bill and slides it across the table. Your heart does a somersault. He leans against the counter on both elbows, waiting expectantly.

“Oh, hell no.” 

“Oh, yes.” He bats his eyelashes like he’s trying to be cute. 

You cross your arms in defiance, and you’re suddenly at a stand-off.

“You know, if you don’t hurry, I might just have to review the kissing booth over the loudspeaker.” He drops the megaphone on the counter, smirking again like he’s won.

Your jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.”

But he just slowly raises it to his mouth. He doesn’t seem like the type to back down from a dare, and you can’t handle any more public humiliation.

“Jesus, fine, pucker up!” You grab the front of his shirt and yank him forward before he can respond. Your lips slam together, and you feel the warmth and softness of his lips. You have half a mind to stay there for longer than a second, but you know there are people watching around you. You pull away before you really want to, and you’re not quite sure where that feeling came from. 

Jisung is looking at you like his brain short-circuited.

“Go,” you say, urging him to leave. He seems to snap out of whatever trance you just put him in.

“I’ll come back later,” he says with a wink as he gets up to leave.

You watch him walk away before you let your breath. You turn to look at Yeji, and she’s giving you the smuggest look you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t,” you warn her.

“I didn’t say anything!” she says, putting her hands up in surrender. You glare at her, but you can’t hide the smile that sneaks across your face. 

You take care of the rest of the line, cheek kisses only, before you see Jihyo walking up. 

“Hey, girls!” she greets you cheerily. “Have you seen Jisung? I think he stole my megaphone.” Yeji snorts, and your face starts to grow hot at the mention of his name. 

“Uh, he was just here, not sure where he went though,” you reply. You didn’t want to lie, but there was a part of you that didn’t want to get him in trouble. Even if he probably deserved it.

“Ah, okay. Well, you should switch off, you’ve been here a while.” 

Music to your ears. You would love nothing more than to get away from this godforsaken booth.

You’re thankfully not due back at the booth until cleanup, but you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed about it. Time ticks by as you stop by to say hello to some of your fellow coworkers. Even if seeing them outside of the office makes your skin crawl, they’re good people, and you’re making the best of it.

At least the conversations distract you from your thoughts of a particularly annoying man who doesn’t seem to want to leave your brain. 

You wander around the pier again, stopping for a pretzel, watching other people play stupid carnival games as the sun starts to set. You’re watching a fairly unskilled man attempt to win a plushie for his girlfriend at balloon darts when you feel someone come up behind you.

“Hey.” And you know exactly who it is. You turn to see Jisung standing there, hands in his pocket, mouth shut for the first time all day. He’s also, unfortunately, dry now.

“Hi,” you say back, your brain unable to conjure a single clever thing to say to him.

“Um, having a good time so far?” He’s being awkward. You feel awkward. You kissed this man just a couple of hours ago, and now you’re trying to think of a way you can get him to kiss you again.

But you just nod your head, hoping he can’t hear your thoughts. “Yeah, it’s been really fun, how about you?” 

“Got dunked a couple of times and got to kiss a beautiful girl, pretty good for a work event, I think.” 

Your face gets hot at his comment, and you’re not sure how to respond. He seems to get it, though.

“Walk with me?” he asks, gesturing ahead. 

“Sure,” you say casually, even though your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

You walk next to each other, casually commenting on the different pier games and how you “could totally beat them.” His shoulder brushes yours accidentally as you’re walking, and you don’t pull away. It’s easy to be around him when he’s not showing off for an audience. He’s pretty calm. 

“Oh my god, they even have turtle plushies,” you laugh, pointing up at the hanging turtles above you. You look at him as he looks up at the ceiling.

“I bet I could win one,” he says way too confidently.

“Hey, I’m the one who hit the target,” you smirk. “If anyone’s winning it, it’s me.”

“Okay, let’s see it.” A challenge. One you’ll gladly accept. 

He crosses his arms as you step up to the counter. It’s the milk jug game, and you have to knock all the bottles down to get the prize. Piece of cake.

You step back with the balls in hand, and he reaches out to offer to hold the other two. You give him a small smile, thank him softly, and move behind the line. 

Your arm cranks back, and you hit the bottles square on. Only one of them topples over, though. You frown at it, wondering how that happened. You know you have to knock all three down at once to win, but you’re determined to get it.

“Try to hit the bottom row,” Jisung whispers in your ear. His voice sends shivers down your spine, and you know if you turned, he would be just inches away from your face. 

You shake it off, pull your arm back for a second try, and throw harder. The ball goes flying, and even you're surprised at the speed. The ball hits the cans with a loud thud, knocking two of the bottles down. You’re starting to understand why people always walked away from these games looking annoyed.

As Jisung hands you the third ball, he steps behind you, placing the ball in your hand. “Don’t throw it like you’re mad at it, try it like this,” he says softly. One hand comes up to your elbow to adjust it, and his other hand slides gently on your waist to straighten your posture. Every spot on your skin he touches feels like it’s on fire. You can hardly focus on the bottles in front of you, and all your mind can think of is him.

He steps back, and the cool air brings you back to Earth. You throw it exactly like he showed you, aiming directly for the bottom row. The ball smacks into the bottles, knocking all of them down with a loud crash. 

“Woo! Nice job!” Jisung shouts, turning towards you for a high-five. You’re shocked that it worked, and even more shocked that he seems to turn completely back to normal even after that display.

The vendor hands you your stuffed turtle, and you walk away beaming, smiling wider than you have in months. 

“Thank you,” you say to Jisung gently. “For helping me.”

“I didn’t do that, you won it,” he says back. “But, uh, yeah, anytime.” He gets shy like he’s replaying the interaction back in his head. You hope he is, because all you can think about is his hand on the small of your back, and where else on your body they might fit.

“Jisung!” You hear a voice call out behind you. It’s definitely Jihyo, coming to probably scold him for stealing her megaphone. You both spin around to see her, hands on her hips. “Give it back.”

“I’m so sorry,” he starts to apologize. “But you should’ve seen the look on her face when—”

“Jisung,” you warn him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I put it back on your table.” She groans at him and storms off. 

You both watch her walk off, and just when she’s out of earshot, you burst out laughing. You were never much of a rule breaker, but something about Jisung and his mostly harmless shenanigans sends you into a fit of laughter. The two of you lean into each other, trying to calm your laughs. You’re standing close enough that anyone passing by might have thought you’d had one too many. 

The laughter subsides, and you continue walking to the edge of the pier. The sun is setting now, and streaks of pink, purple, orange, and blue light up the sky. The ocean is dark and mysterious beneath the surface, and the whole scene is beautiful.

“Thank you,” you say gently, leaning against the railing. “Again.”

“For what?” He turns to you, brows pointed up.

“I was grumpy this morning. Thought I’d have a shitty day. But it was fun, and now that I’m thinking about it, it was mostly because of you.” 

You exhale, breath unsteady from the sudden confession. Just hours ago, you tried so hard to dislike this man, but something about him convinced you. He’s stupidly handsome, 

He smiles widely at you. “I had to do something after fucking up your booth,” he laughs. “Which, I really am sorry for.”

“Apology accepted.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You watch him as he takes a step forward, eyes scanning your face, darting down to your lips. You can feel your heartbeat through your eardrums, and try to keep your breath steady. You’re still squeezing your turtle plushie, using it to keep you tethered to this moment.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“You already kissed me,” you tease.

“Yeah, but that was for the turtles,” he jokes back, and he moves closer, his face hovering only inches away from you. “I want one just for me.”

“Okay.”

He leans forward, and you close the gap, your lips meeting in a more gentle manner this time. You didn’t have time to savor it earlier, but now you get to enjoy it. You feel his plush lips against yours, his hand firmly planted on your waist, the warmth of his body against your chest. You move slowly against his mouth, trying not to seem too eager. He holds tighter like he can feel you hesitate, and brings his other hand up to your jaw. The two of you find a delicious rhythm, holding and kissing each other like you’re the only two left on the damn pier.

It’s fucking heaven.

A mechanical shriek rips through the air, and you both jump at the sound. It’s Jiyho, reunited with her precious megaphone once again. 

“Oh, it’s clean-up time,” you say, disappointed. You turn back to him, watching as the breeze blows at the loose strands of hair on his forehead, but the moment has passed.

“Find me before you leave, okay?” he says, squeezing you once more before you part.

You nod your head at him and head back to your booth, your plushie still in your arms.

“You’re quiet,” Yeji points out, folding the tablecloths from your booth into boxes.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry, long day.” You don’t tell her that you’re dying to go meet back up with the cute guy you just made out with on the pier at fucking sunset. 

“Mhm,” she hums. “Waiting for Jisung?”

You snap your head at her. “What?”

“Oh, c’mon, you’ve been staring at him whenever he’s in your field of vision like all day.”

You scoff at her. You’re not admitting anything to her, at least not now. Not really because you’re embarrassed, but because you can’t give her the satisfaction of being right. She sees right through you and holds her head high, pleased with herself.

You think about it as you finish packing up your booth. In the span of a few hours, Han Jisung has managed to go from a complete stranger to the only person at the forefront of your mind.

“And to think, you almost didn’t come today,” Yeji says to you as you say your goodbyes. You give up on giving her any sassy comebacks, mostly because it’s been a long day, but also because you can’t keep up the act anymore. She’s right, you can’t wait to see Jisung again.

As soon as the last box is packed up and loaded back into the van, you wait for her with puppy dog eyes for her to let you go. She takes her time closing up the van and giving you a long hug before she makes jokes in your ear.

“Be safe, let me know if you’re going home tonight, yeah?” You nod your head. “And for the love of God, use a condom.”

You give her a playful slap as you pull away from the hug, and watch her hop into the van and drive off. You look around the end of the pier and notice that most of the volunteers have left, but there’s one in particular you’re looking for.

Your feet move in the direction of the dunk tank without you having to think twice about it. Several people pass, hauling boxes and bags of things, nodding at you and telling you to have a good night. 

You see him talking to another volunteer under the tent, waving his hands around in that animated way he speaks. He catches your eyes as you walk closer and he lights up. He quickly says his goodbyes to whoever he needs to and jogs over to you.

“Hey, you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. You can't help but let out a giggle, the sound embarrassingly loud and high-pitched. You bury your face into his shoulder to hide. God, you feel like a schoolgirl with a stupid little crush.

You walk side by side down the empty pier, fingers intertwined. You hear the soft sound of the water lapping at the wooden posts below you. The air is warm, comfortable, you almost forget you and Jisung just met only a few hours ago. 

“I had fun today,” you say, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Jisung looks down at you, his round eyes warm under the glow of the dim pier lights. “Me too,” he replies softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. He slows to a stop, turning to face you fully.

For a moment you both stand there, smiling at each other like idiots. Then he lets go of your hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His knuckles brush against your cheek as he moves his hand to cup your jaw. He leans in slowly, and you close your eyes in response. 

The kiss starts soft, much like the one from earlier, before you were interrupted. You press your body close to his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. Finally, a moment alone where you won’t be interrupted by the chaos of the day.

It doesn’t take long for the kiss to grow hungry. His movements quicken, his tongue enters your mouth desperately and possessively. He reaches for your waist and presses his body against yours. You feel the heat in your body rise, and you’re not sure how much longer this will stay public-friendly.

“I need you,” you whisper to him. “Now.”

He looks at you with wide eyes. “Uh..you mean…like…”

You just nod your head and pull him closer by the loops on his shorts, biting your lip. Yes, Jisung, I need your cock inside of me. 

“We could go to the bathroom?” he suggests.

You make a disgusted face. “The one filled with rats? No thanks. I am a lady.”

“Okay, car it is.” He pulls his keys from his pocket and puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you towards the parking lot.

The lot is near empty, being that you’re two of the last people to leave. Thankfully, he’s parked far away from any remaining cars and streetlights. His car is a small black sedan with tinted windows, you notice. 

Jisung opens the door to the backseat, and you climb in. He looks around the lot warily, making sure that anyone who would walk by wouldn’t notice the suspiciously parked car in the corner.

Your heart is pounding out of your chest as he climbs in and shuts the door behind him. He only has a second to look at you before you’re back on him, lips crashing together. He melts into you easily, and you feel the heat reignite inside of you.

He settles in the middle and pulls you on top of him, his hands scrambling to feel every inch of you. You tug on his shirt, and he rips it off himself, and you catch a glimpse of his tattoos in the low light. Fuck, that’s hot.

Your hands move up his torso, and you thank god for a moment when your fingertips trace his abs. “God, why are you so fucking hot?”

Jisung chuckles and kisses you harder, deeper. 

Everything is moving at double speed. You’re certainly not taking your time, and you’re glad he’s keeping up. He kisses your neck as he tugs your shirt off, followed by your bra, and you can’t help but grind into him when he grabs at your breasts.

“Off…take these off,” you gasp, reaching for the belt on his shorts.

He tugs his shorts off, and they fall to his ankles, groaning as you grind against his bulge through his boxers. 

“Your turn,” he leans back to whisper, fingers reaching for the zipper on your shorts.

You hop off of his lap to pull your bottoms off, scrambling back onto him as soon as it hits the floor. His eyes scan over your body, and you hear the air escaping his lungs.

“Fuck, look at you,” he says, taking two handfuls of your ass and squeezing tight. “Am I dreaming?”

A snort comes out of you as you settle back in his lap, bumping your nose against his as you kiss him again. You drag your core over his lap again, and he lets out a groan into your mouth.

The windows fog up fast. The car fills with the sounds of desperate kisses and heavy breathing. You’re soaked through your panties, and the fabric between the two of you isn’t providing the friction you need. Before you can move another muscle, you feel his warm fingers reaching below the waistband of your underwear.

His fingers find your folds, soft and warm and wet. Your hands squeeze his shoulders to steady yourself, and you let out a soft moan into his mouth.

“You’re dripping for me,” he whispers as his fingers drag through your wetness. He finds your clit and you feel a buzz throughout your body.

“Jisung,” you whimper. “Please.”

“Shh,” he coos. “I got you.”

Two thick fingers push inside you, curling against the spot that makes your head spin. You cry out, rocking your hips against his hand, slick dripping down his wrist. His mouth laches onto your breast and your vision blurs, the knot in your belly grows tighter.

Your legs are shaking, and you’re grinding hard against his hand when he suddenly pulls his fingers out. You whine at the loss, but when you open your eyes you watch him reach into his boxers and pull his cock out. It’s long, thick, and hard as a rock.

He pumps himself a couple of times, biting his lip as his eyes scan over you. 

“Ready?” he asks, giving you a chance to back out if you’d like. You don’t. 

“Yes, please,” you whine, and he moves your panties to the side and lines himself up.

He grabs your hip with one hand and helps you sink down onto him. Your eyes lock and you watch each other's face contort in pleasure as he fills you up. He thrusts the rest of the way until you’re fully seated on him.

“Shit—you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice strained. “You’re so tight, just for me.”

The car rocks as you start to bounce, feeling every vein of his cock drag against your walls. Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hips snap up to meet you with every thrust.

“So big,” you moan. “Feels so good, Jisung.” You watch him as you move, sweat glistening against his body, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as you drop down hard against him.

You’re riding him within an inch of his life. He moans louder with every desperate roll of your hips. You feel his cock twitch inside you, and your only wish is for him to fill you up.

He angles you back slightly and takes over your movements. His fingers bruise your waist as he fucks into you at a relentless pace. This angle has his cock pounding into your g-spot, and the heat in your body grows.

The windows are completely fogged, the air around you hot and filled with the smell of sex. Jisung’s movements grow sloppier, and his moans get louder.

“Ji—I’m gonna, I’m close,” you warn him.

“Come on me,” he growls, thrusting up harder. His hand slips between you and he rubs small, tight circles over your clit. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

The knot in your belly snaps and your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body spasms as you clutch onto him, trying to stay upright. Your cunt clenches around him, dripping on his cock and soaking his lap. He fucks you through it, moaning at the way you squeeze him.

“Baby—fuck,” he cries as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you with hot, thick spurts of his cum.

You collapse against his chest, both of you panting and trembling. Your bodies are hot, skin sticky with sweat. His arms wrap around you tight, his fingers trace small patterns on your back as you both come down.

“You okay?” he whispers.

You nod your head. “Never better,” you laugh.

He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and temple. You both lie there for a moment in the steamy car, still attached and euphoric.

“Let me drive you home,” he says softly, and you agree.

He finds an old shirt on the floor of his car to clean you up with, and helps you get dressed. It’s a bit of a struggle in the back of the car, but you manage to put yourself back to mostly normal. 

The car ride home is quiet, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. His hand finds your thigh and you rest your head against the glass. It feels like you’ve done this a thousand times before. Like you’ve known each other for years.

He pulls in front of your building and you feel a little uneasy. What happens now? You want to ask, but you don’t want to reek of desperation. Maybe this was just a fun day for the two of you, and you’ll say hi when you bump each other at work, but nothing more.

He walks you to the door like a gentleman, and wraps his arms around your neck as he holds you tight. You swear you could fall asleep to the way he smells, warm and inviting. 

You’ve fallen head over heels and straight onto your face for this man. This really stupid, really annoying, really fucking hot man.

“You should go on a date with me,” he whispers into your hair, catching you off guard. “For the turtles, of course.”

“What is up with everyone and these stupid turtles?” you laugh into his chest. 

He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “The turtles are the reason we’re here right now.” He is dead serious about these turtles. “The turtles are the reason I got laid for the first time in almost a year.” You try to hide your laugh. “The stupid fucking turtles are the reason that I haven’t been able to get you out of my damn head all day.”

Your heart skips a beat. You can’t hide the smile that grows on your face, or the way you wiggle from excitement hearing him say that.

“Please, let me take you out on a date.” He’s practically begging. 

“Okay,” you say, nodding your head. “But only because it’s for the turtles.”

He laughs and grabs your hips to pull you back in, meeting your lips to kiss you. It’s perfect, filling you with that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you’re falling in love.

a/n: HAN JISUNG IN A DUNK TANK!!!! RIDING HAN JISUNG IN THE BACK OF A CAR!!!!! i was going to make this quick n dirty since this takes place over the span of like a day but it wanted to be a love story…what can i say im a sucker i cant help myself 😭 but i hope you all enjoyed ♡

you’ve played this game before and you’re no longer a stranger to the thrill of it. the boys have always pushed boundaries but this time, they’ve added two new rules for today that make your pulse quicken: 

you won't be allowed to come until you correctly guess who’s fucking you

your eyes will stay covered the entire time

the thought alone sends a fresh wave of heat through your core, your cunt getting wet already. outside in the living room, the boys are gathered around that wheel you bought on impulse once you realised this became your thing. you can hear their voices and the occasional spin and click as they add their own filthy ideas to the slots. god knows what they’ve written this time. the idea of not knowing, of being blindfolded and at their mercy while guessing each of them makes your thighs press together instinctively. 

you’re standing in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of yourself. the lingerie clings to every curve of your body, the lace barely covering your breasts and the straps framing your hips. your fingers trace along your skin, staring at your collarbone and sliding down feeling goosebumps rising as you imagine their hands replacing yours. your nipples harden against the fabric and you let out a soft breath, close to a moan. 

then an idea hits you - a way to turn the tables, to play your own game within theirs. you reach back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor before you grab your panties and take them off too. completely naked now, you grab your robe, and tie it loosely around your waist. if they want to control the rules, you’ll match them with your own. 

you open the door and leave the room, closing the door behind you. the moment you get to the living room the boys freeze and move quickly to hide the wheel, hiding whatever filthy things they’ve scrawled on it. their eyes rake over you, taking in the robe and how it parts just enough to show a sliver of skin, so short they can see the curves of your thighs. 

“are you guys ready?”, you ask them and they reply with a chorus of yeses, “i’ve thought of something today since, you know, you’ve added your own rules and i think it’s only fair that i add my own rules too”

they’re curious instantly, leaning forward, their eyes still locked on you.

“okay, what do you want to add?”, changbin says.

“well, you all seem to really like the sounds i make while i’m in my room, getting fucked by the others”, you say as you watch their reactions, “so i thought that you should get a glimpse of what’s going on too”

some of them catch on immediately - minho’s eyes darken with hunger as his cock visibly twitches in his boxers, chan lets out a low groan as his hand presses against his growing bulge. others simply look confused for a moment, like jeongin whose cheeks flush just from looking at you, or seungmin, whose face seems to be still lost on your thighs. 

“we’re gonna do it in the living room today”, you say as you gesture towards the massive sofa you all bought for the dorm, “so that everyone can enjoy the show”

han’s mouth falls open as a “fuck yes” escapes him when he imagines watching you get taken apart right there, felix bites his lips already imagining the view and his hand moves to palm himself. changbin chuckles darkly, muttering something about how filthy this is getting while chan just nods his head with a grin that promises he’ll be front and centre. 

“okay”, hyunjin says, “if that’s what you want then we’ll do it that way”

you smirk at him, before speaking again, “perfect, but that was only my first rule”

they look at you, a mix of confusion and hunger as they think about the different possibilities now. but instead of telling them, your fingers move to the belt of your robe and you untie it, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you naked in front of them all, your nipples hard and your cunt already slick and visible as you stand there in front of them.

“before i cover my eyes”, you say, your voice dropping, “you all have to get naked too. now”

they don’t hesitate, not when they are looking at you like that, not when they seem to be under your spell. they move quickly, scrambling to obey you, as their boxers fly and they get completely naked too, the game truly beginning now. 

you hum in deep contentment as your eyes sweep over them, taking in the sight of every single one of them. their cocks stand hard and flushed, some already leaking at the tip from the sheer anticipation of what’s about to happen. without another word, you turn and walk towards the table where you left the black silk blindfold before, and you feel their hungry stares follow every movement. 

you pick up the smooth fabric, letting it slide through your fingers, and then you walk towards the sofa. the cushions dip as you settle in the middle, spreading your thighs just enough to give them all a teasing glimpse of your already glistening folds before you lift the silk to your eyes. the world goes dark as you tie the blindfold securely behind your head, the knot firm but comfortable.

“i’m ready whenever you are”, you tell them, your voice low and steady as you offer yourself up.

your other senses sharpen immediately and your pulse races, your skin prickling with goosebumps. wetness pools between your legs, your pussy lips swelling and parting with every move you make, your arousal dripping down to the cushion beneath you.

you sit there for a few seconds that stretch into an eternity of waiting, then, you feel the sofa shift as the first one sits with you. his warm breath ghosts over your neck first, followed by the soft press of his lips, kissing you from the sensitive spot below your ear down to the hollow of your throat. he then moves upwards, brushing those same soft lips across your cheek, then the other, before they finally claim your mouth. 

the kiss deepens then as your tongues slide together. his hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as the kiss turns filthy, your tongues fighting for dominance and moving into each other’s mouth with growing urgency. 

“fuck, look at that”, you hear han saying somewhere in the room, “i don’t know if i’m gonna survive watching this”

“she’s already so wet”, jeongin mutters, and you can hear just how turned on he is right now.

their words wash over you, turning you on even more, as the mystery mouth keeps devouring yours. you bite down on his lower lip, just hard enough to draw a sharp and unmistakable moan from deep in his chest, and you recognise him instantly.

“felix”, you say.

he groans louder, the sound raw and desperate and then he crashes his mouth back onto yours, even hungrier this time. his lips move faster against yours, his teeth biting your lower lip now and his hands start roaming freely now that the guess has been made. 

he pushes you backwards onto the sofa, his body following yours down until he’s settled between your spread thighs. his skin presses against yours and his hard cock brushes against your hip as he adjusts his body. one of his hands traces a slow and deliberate path down your body, his fingers skimming over your collarbone before they move to circle each nipple until they ace. then, he slides his hand lower across your stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs and pauses there. 

“f-felix, please”, you say, your voice breaking as your body moves closer to him, “i already guessed… please”

he kisses you again and then his fingers move to trace the puffy lips of your pussy with strokes so light you almost think you’re imagining them. the touch is maddeningly light, circling your entrance without pushing inside, gathering the slick wetness that coats you and spreading it upwards to brush your swollen clit.

“god, y/n, you look so hot like this”, he moans against your lips and you try to answer but the words won’t find you. 

you arch into his touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he continues teasing you.

“felix, please”, you say again.

two fingers finally part your folds and sink into your tight cunt, and he curls them to stroke that sensitive spot inside you.

“oh, f-fuck, yes. j-just like t-that”, you moan, arching your body towards him even more.

he moves them steadily inside you, as his thumb starts to circle your clit, making your hips buck. you can hear the sounds of his fingers inside you, the wet squelch of his fingers as he works your dripping pussy and your own moans start to get louder.

“jesus christ… we can hear how soaked she is”, hyunjin says as his breath catches, followed by a curse from a voice you don’t recognise, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that everything around you is fading away, moving to a place you can’t reach. 

felix adds a third finger in, stretching you as he fucks them in and out of you, moving faster now, his palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. pleasure coils inside you, you’re getting closer now, you were already turned on before you all started, and now having felix like this, with his fingers inside you, your eyes covered, and the knowledge that the others are watching you and getting hard from this just makes you reach your breaking point faster.

“f-felix, i… i-”

“i know. come on, come for me, sunshine, show them how good i’m making you feel with just my fingers”, he says, his lips moving to your neck now, biting there and making you scream louder. 

that’s all you need to break and then, your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you.

“felix!”, you scream his name then and that’s when you break.

your body shakes as your pussy pulses and gushes around his fingers, your wetness soaking his hand and the sofa beneath you. he doesn’t stop fingering you, drawing your orgasm with slower and deeper moves until you’re trembling and oversensitive, gasping for air against his skin. 

you can hear the boys groanning in the room, their eyes fixed on your quivering body on the sofa. felix’s fingers remain buried inside you, gentle now, as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your parted lips. then he takes his fingers out and you whimper at the loss, trying to close your thighs instinctively, but his body between them won’t let you.

“mmhm”, he moans as he licks his fingers clean, “you taste so good, sweetheart. i can’t believe, this is all ours. you’re ours”

you reach blindly for him, pulling him closer to you as your lips crash together again. your tongues slide together as you explore each other's mouths and then your hand moves down to grab his cock, your fingers wrapping around it - it’s hard, hot and twitching against your palm. he groans into your mouth and his hips buck forward, grinding against your grip in a desperate roll. your thumb catches the precum on his tip and you move it, making the slide slick and filthy as you stroke him from base to tip. 

“felix”, you hear minho calling his name from across the room, reminding him of the rules you assume. 

felix freezes and then he pulls back just enough to pant against your lips.

“fuck… i can’t do this”, he says, his voice completely hoarse, and when you reach for him again, he catches your wrist, stopping you once more, “i can’t, sunshine… not yet. rules, you know”

with a final whimper from you and a lingering brush of his lips against yours, he moves from you, leaving you aching and empty on the sofa.

you lie there exposed, your thighs still parted from his earlier position and your body still humming from your orgasm. you can hear the low groans of the others and you can feel their eyes devouring every inch of you.

“look at her, she’s dripping everywhere”

“she’s so fucking ready”

you’re still so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t recognise their voices, but just hearing them and knowing they’re waiting for their turn with you while they get to see you breaking apart with the others makes your nipples tighten and fresh wetness seep from your swollen pussy lips onto the sofa once more. 

the sofa dips again under new weight and then a different body settles between your spread thighs, his warm skin pressing close to you and his already hard and leaking cock brushing your inner thigh as he lowers himself fully onto you. 

he wastes no time and moves straight to your ear, his mouth sucking the lobe between his lips before his teeth graze and bite down just enough to send a jolt straight to your core. you gasp, arching your back as his tongue soothes the sting and then he moves, trailing kisses along your jaw before he moves to your lips, catching your mouth in a hot and fiery kiss. 

from there, he descends lower, his lips and tongue mapping a path of fire down your neck and collarbone until he reaches your breasts. he moves to one nipple, sucking hard while his hand cups the other and his thumb flicks it. 

“oh g-god, don’t s-stop”, you say, arching your body again.

the wet pull draws another moan from you when he switches side. he bites your nipple and pleasure sparks inside you, pooling heavily in your stomach and making your cunt clench around nothing. he starts moving again, his mouth hot and insistent over the curve of your stomach, nipping at the soft ski there, his tongue dipping into your navel before dragging lower.

finally, he reaches your cunt, spreading your folds with his fingers just enough to expose your slick entrance and swollen clit. a long and slow lick drags from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit, his tongue pressing firmly against every sensitive fold and gathering your arousal in one deliberate stroke.

the sensation rips a long and high groan from your throat, raw and needy, as your hands move to tangle in his hair, gripping and pulling him closer to you.

“f-fuck, i…”, you try to say, but the words fail you.

“y/n, remember you have to guess before you can come”, you hear someone saying, changbin you think.

“i- i”, you try again, but you can only focus on his tongue on your cunt.

your mind spins in the darkness of the blindfold, every nerve ending lit up like fire under his relentless mouth. the wet heat of his tongue drags slowly at first, flattening against your lower lips before circling your clit, making your hips jerk upwards. he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. your thighs tremble around his head, your muscles trembling as you keep dripping and soaking his chin, dripping down onto the sofa again.

you strain to focus, trying to guess who it could be. it feels possessive, almost desperate, like he’s been starving for this for a long time. your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harder, trying to think who could be this desperate for you, who could be eating you out like he was a man craving for your taste, and that’s when you realise.

“s-seungmin… it’s you, seungmin”, you gasp out, your hips moving against his face.

he pulls back, his lips glistening with your wetness, “i’ve been waiting for this for a long time, like the good boy i am for you, your puppy”

his mouth seals over your cunt again, his tongue thrusting deep inside while his nose presses against your clit, grinding in small circles that send sparks shooting up your spine. your back arches off the sofa again, your eyes squeezed shut behind the silk as your orgasm starts growing again, your pussy pulsing and fluttering around his tongue. 

your cries and moans and the sound of seungmin licking and sucking you as he eats you out are not the only sounds in the room. you hear groans from the watching boys and voices saying things your mind can’t comprehend right now. your orgasm grows faster now, your body rocking instinctively, chasing the friction, but seungmin senses the tightening in your core and the way your moans pitch higher and your thighs clamp around his ears and stops. he stops abruptly, pulling away with a final lick that leaves you whimpering at the edge.

“wait, wha-”

“get on your knees”, he tells you, his voice not leaving room for hesitation.

you scramble to obey him, your limbs shaky and uncoordinated from your denied release, but his hands guide you, helping you shift positions until you’re upright and then lowering again. he lies back on the sofa beneath you, his head positioned perfectly between your spread legs.

“sit on my face and ride me”, he says, pulling your hips down without waiting.

you sink onto him without thought, lost in the haze and your pleasure, your soaked pussy pressing fully against his mouth as his tongue starts moving against you again. the new angle lets him devour you deeper, his tongue spearing up into your entrance while his lips suckle at your clit with every grind of your hips. 

you moan loudly, your hands moving to brace on the sofa as you rock back and forward, your breasts bouncing with each movement.

“oh god. minnie, j-just like that… you’re d-doing so g-good”, you say, your voice broken as you praise him.

your wetness smears across his face, soaking his cheeks and chin as he groans into you.

“fuck, i can’t take this anymore”, you hear a new voice, felix, you recognise him instantly, and then you hear the sound of his hand stroking his cock as he watches you.

you can picture it clearly - his eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, on your nipples begging for attention, on your cunt riding seungmin’s face, on your ass flexing as you grind down harder on seungmi’s tongue. you hear other voices too and you’re sure he’s not the only one who has his hand on his cock watching you right now. 

“you taste to fucking good, y/n, i’ve waited for this for so long”, seungmin says against your cunt before he moves closer to suck your clit again. 

it’s overwhelming - his mouth on you, the rest watching and touching themselves, the knowledge that every eye is on your naked body, the way that you have all of them eating out of the palm of your hand, you think you can go insane from all this. 

you feel your orgasm getting close again and your hips start moving faster, riding his face more now, your clit dragging over his lips and nose with each roll of your hips.

“please, minnie, d-don’t stop. you’re such a good boy for me, make me come, puppy, p-please”, you say, your moans turning to broken pleas.

he groans against you and grabs your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, his lips desperately eating you out now and that’s all it takes for you to break. your orgasm crashed through you as your pussy soaks his face in a hot flood that he laps up greedily, his tongue continuing to work against your lips even as overstimulation sets in.

you twitch and gasp, trying to lift away but his hands hold you firm against him until the pleasure borders on too much, forcing you to shift sideways with a whimper, your body trembling and slick. your legs feel like jelly but seungmin helps you ease back down onto the sofa. he moves closer to you, his breath warm against your lips as he moves to kiss you. you pull him closer, your fingers moving to his hair again as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“you taste so fucking good, y/n”, he says against your mouth, “i’ve dreamt about this for so long… having you like this, riding my face…”

he kisses you one last time, his tongue sliding against yours, before he pulls away with a soft groan and stands up, leaving you sprawled and waiting, hearing the sounds of groans and hands stroking cocks somewhere in the room. 

this time, it isn’t long before the sofa dips again and someone sits down close to you. his strong hands guide you upright, then move you until you’re sitting on top of him with your back pressed against his broad chest and your legs draped wide over his thighs. 

this position leaves you completely exposed - even more than before lying on the sofa - and now your dripping cunt is on full display for the room, the air kissing your swollen folds as fresh arousal trickles down to soak his skin already. you can feel his hard cock throbbing against the small of your back, his precum already smearing across your spine as he shifts beneath you. 

your hips roll instinctively, grinding back against his cock, seeking for fiction, anything, but his grip tightens on your thigh.

“shh”, he whispers, but it’s not enough for you to completely recognise his voice, and then one of his hands moves to your leg to hold you still for him. 

his other hand begins its slow ascent, his fingertips trailing deliberately from the slick mess at your navel upwards. they skim over the curve of your stomach, pausing there to trace the underside of your breast before grabbing it fully, his thumb brushing your nipple making you moan.

“oh, f-fuck”, you moan, your mouth falling open as you arch your back.

his hand starts moving again, higher still, his palm gliding along your collarbone to your neck. his fingers wrap lightly around your throat, squeezing a bit at first and then just holding you, tilting your head back towards him. 

his mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, his lips parting yours before his tongue moves deep into your mouth, making you whimper into him. your body arches under his touch again and you start moving, your hips searching for more, but he stops you once more, his hand on your thigh pressing down firmly. 

with a low grunt, he lifts you up a bit, just enough to nudge the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. he teases there, circling and spreading your wetness but never pushing inside. your cunt clenches desperately, trying to suck him in, but he won’t let you.

“p-please”, you say, moaning against his lips, “do something… anything”

your voice cracks with need as you chase his mouth for another taste. your thighs tremble over his, your cunt visibly pulsing and leaking, coating his cock and dripping down to soak the sofa beneath you both. 

the other boys keep groaning around you, the wet sounds of their hands pumping their cocks echoing as they watch you.

“a name first”, chan reminds you from somewhere nearby.

you try to think, but he just keeps teasing you, his cock nudging but never entering. the head circles your entrance again and again, dipping just the tiniest bit to stretch your rim before pulling back, leaving you empty and aching. you keep begging against his lips, almost crying now, your words tumbling out of your mouth in broken moans.

“please, fuck, i need it- i- i need your cock inside me, i can’t take it anymore”, you say as tears of frustration prick at your eyes under the blindfold, and your hips twitch uselessly in his iron grip. 

then he does something - he leans in to bite down hard on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking the skin there between his teeth. that familiar bite, the way his teeth sink in while his other hand squeezes your thigh, makes everything click into place.

“m-minho”, you gasp out, his name spilling from your lips as you moan again.

“fucking finally”, minho growls against your skin and without warning, he slams you down fully onto his cock, burying every inch deep inside your soaked cunt.

you let out the biggest moan of the day, your walls stretching around him at the sudden fullness. your head falls back against his shoulder, your body jolting as he starts fucking you from this positions, his hips snapping against your ass to drive into you relentlessly. 

every thrusts hits that spot inside you, the head of his cock grinding against it over and over again, making your vision blur behind the blindfold, making you almost lose control there and then.

his teeth stay on that spot between your neck and shoulder, biting and sucking more marks into your skin while his cock moves in and out of your dripping cunt. your arousal splashes out around his cock, coating his balls and thighs. you move against him desperately, rolling your hips to meet every move of his, your spread legs trembling as the others watch your pussy get pounded open.

“that’s it”, he says into your neck, “you can take this… good girl”

one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat again and he turns your head towards him, his tongue moving deep into your mouth as he bites your lower lip, gaining another moan from you. 

“you’re so fucking tight around me”, he says agasint your lips, “been waiting for this as the others had their fun with you”

he bites your lip again, tugging it between his teeth as you beg him for more, your voice not doing anything to hide how desperate you are for him.

“harder, minho- please, don’t s-stop, i- i can take it”

“you can take it, i know you can”, he says.

his other hand moves to your spread thighs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight and fast circles that make your whole body tremble.

“look at her”

“she’s not gonna last”

the voices again, but you don’t focus on them, you can’t. the only thing you can focus on is minho - his lips against yours, his hand on your throat and the other on your clit as he keeps fucking you.

“m-minho, i… i-”

“come on, come for me now, show they how good i’m fucking you”

he says before he moves to your lips again, biting your lower lip once more. you both come together, your cunt clamping down around his cock as you gush and squirt over his hand and the sofa. minho groans loudly into your mouth, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with hot and thick ropes of cum, thrusting through both your orgasms until you’re spent and limp against his chest. 

you can feel the wet mess you’ve made together as your cunt still clenches around him. his hand stays firm on your throat, holding you in place as he turns your head towards him again. his lips crash against yours again, his tongue sliding in to claim your mouth one more time.

“good girl”, he whispers against your lips, his voice still rough, “i told you you could take it”

his words send a fresh shiver through you and he kisses you once more, biting your lower lip before pulling back just enough to move your spent body down onto the sofa again.

“oh god, this is insane, this is so hot”, you hear hyunjin saying and someone hums, agreeing with him. 

you sink into the sofa, your legs still spread open and your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your skin feels flushed and slick with sweat and the evidence of what you’ve been doing, your nipples still tight and aching, and your cunt still throbbing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, or rather, or your orgasms. you can feel minho’s cum still dripping from your cunt, warm and sticky, mixing with your own juices on the sofa beneath you. 

then you feel the shift of weight behind you and a warm body lies down along your back, moving you just enough for him to press you flush against his body from shoulders to thighs. his chest molds to your spine and his breath is warm on your neck as he starts placing kisses there.

each kiss is gentle at first, his lips brushing the skin below your ear and then he starts trailing down to your shoulder with light sucks that makes your breath hitch. his hand begins tracing your body as his fingertips glide over your hip and up your side, avoiding the spots where you need him the most at first, just to make you tremble and beg for him.

“o-oh, don’t stop”, you tell him.

his hand continues moving, sliding lower now as he moves to trace the curve of your waist and then dips between your legs. you moan and turn your head towards his, seeking his mouth. 

his lips find yours instantly and your hand reaches up as your fingers thread into his hair, tugging as the kiss deepens. your tongues slide against each other while his fingers finally reach your swollen clit. he starts circling it with feather-light strokes at first, building pressure gradually until your hips twitch forward into his touch.

“m-more… please…”, you say, moaning against his mouth.

he responds by pressing two of his fingers lower, sliding them through your slick folds before pushing inside your cunt with a smooth thrust. 

“oh, f-fuck… yes-”

the stretch feels perfect, his fingers curling just right to stroke that sensitive spot inside you. your walls clench around his fingers, still sensitive from minho but already greedy for more. at the same time, your hand moves down between your bodies and wraps around his cock, which is hot and hard in your hand, twitching as you stroke him, your thumb moving to spread the precum already on his tip. 

he groans against your mouth, the sound whiny and desperate, his hips bucking into your grip, and you recognise him instantly, no room for doubt this time.

“jisung…”

his groan vibrates against your lips as your fingers wrap tighter around his cock. han kisses you harder while his fingers keep working inside your cunt, stretching you open, as you soak his knuckles from how wet you still are.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good… you’re so wet for me already”, he pulls away from you just enough to talk and then moves closer, devouring your lips again.

his fingers stop moving and then he removes them, making you whine against his lips.

“j-jisung…”, you try to say his name again.

“shh, it’s okay, baby, i’m here, i’m not going anywhere”, he says.

his hand moves to your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over his hip before his hand goes back to your cunt, entering three fingers this time. the new angle forces your legs wider, exposing your swollen pussy completely to the boys again. han’s cock throbs harder against your lower back, his precum already painting your skin-

“look at you, baby, all spread out like this”, he says, his lips brushing your ear as he talks you through every move, “the boys can see everything now, you know? they can see your pretty pussy dripping, begging to be filled again, begging to be filled with my cock now”

you moan at his words, trying to catch his lips again, but he moves away from you, speaking again. 

“you want that, don’t you, baby? you want me to slide right in while they all watch you, begging for me, right?”

his fingers never stop circling your clit, pressing firmer now, making your hips buck back against him.

“y-yes, please… i-i need you”, you say.

your hand stays tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as you moan into another kiss. he shifts behind you, lining up his cock with your entrance. the tip nudges you from behind, parting your puffy lips before he pushes slowly inside you, until he sinks into your cunt completely, stretching you around him.

“f-fuck, baby. you feel so good”, he says, groaning against your lips.

the sensation is overwhelming, your cunt gripping him as your walls still flutter from your last orgasm. he groans deep in his throat, his hips rolling forward until he’s buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against you.

“ji- jisung, i-”, you try to say, but your voice breaks in another moan.

“that’s it, baby”, he says, his voice strained with his own pleasure, “take everything. you feel how deep i am inside you? that’s your pussy, sucking me in so tight… f-fuck”

he starts thrusting, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before he dives back in. each stroke is accompanied by his fingers on your clit, never stopping, never moving away from there, as he keeps rubbing in time with his hips.

“oh, god, f-fuck… don’t stop, please”, you say, you’re sure you’re almost begging at this point, but you don’t even care. 

your leg hooked over his keeps you wide open, the rest of the boys getting a perfect view of han’s cock disappearing into your cunt and the way your folds stretch around him as your cum leaks out with every thrust. 

your hand tightens in his hair, pulling him down for another messy kiss as he picks up the pace. han talks you through it all, his breath hot against your lips as his skin slaps against yours.

“yes baby, just like that, good girl. squeeze me- fuck, yes… you’re so close already. i can feel you gripping my cock”, he says, biting and licking your lip before he devours your mouth again, “let go for me, baby. come on my cock while the boys watch you fall apart because of me”

his fingers work your clit relentlessly, pinching and circling until your orgasm grows and grows and you can’t do anything to stop it. your body trembles harder, your thighs shaking and your pussy clenching as the orgasm crashes over you.

“that’s it”, he says, “let go, baby”

you cry out into his mouth, your body convulsing and shaking as you come all over his cock. his hips snap forward as his cock moves deep into your clenching cunt as your orgasm pulls you apart. he groans loud against your lips, the sounds that are coming from him completely raw and desperate.

“fuck, yes- just like that, baby, you’re doing so good”, he pants as his fingers still rub circles on your clit even as your juices gush out around his cock, soaking him even more.

his balls smack against your ass with every move and he buries himself to the hilt one final time, his cock twitching inside you as he starts to come. hot and thick ropes of his cum, mixing with minho’s cum from before, and your own fluids, overflowing and leaking out down your thighs onto the sofa.

his body shudders against your back, his breath ragged as he grinds through the aftershocks, pumping every drop deep while his lips find yours again. he doesn’t pull out right away, letting you both ride the high as you hear the boys around you, and his fingers start slowing down on your clit, the lazy strokes making you twitch and whimper now.

finally, with a low sigh, he slips out of you, his softening cock now free and a fresh gush of your mixed cum following it out. he moves you carefully onto your back on the sofa, your body still trembling. he moves on top of you, his body pressing you down as he captures your mouth in another kiss, your tongues sliding and exploring each other. his hands move to your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks while he pours everything into the kiss, drinking in your moans.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his voice low and teasing as he smirks at you, your eyes still covered under the silk.

“you ready for more already, baby?”, he says.

you nod your head, a moan escaping your lips at the thought of his cock entering you again even though it just left your body mere seconds ago. your hands slide up his chest as you lean up to kiss him again, hungry for whatever he might give you next. he laughs softly, the sound warm and amused, and moves down, just enough to nip at your bottom lip.

“you’re so greedy, fuck. look at you, still dripping and already begging without even catching your breath”

he kisses you once more and then he pushes himself, standing up.

“you’re next”, you hear him say, but to who? you’re not sure, but something tells you that you’re not gonna have to wait long.

and you’re right because it’s not even a minute before another body settles over you, his strong and long hands grabbing your ankles and spreading them wider, pushing your legs apart until your thighs burn with the stretch.

he lowers himself between your open legs, his breath hot against your skin as he starts leaving kisses at your ankle, just soft and open-mouthed kisses trailing upwards as his tongue flicks out to taste your skin.

he moves slowly, like he has all the time in the world for this, pressing his lips to the sensitive inside of your knee and sucking lightly there before continuing higher along your inner thigh. his touch is soft yet teasing, his mouth inching closer and closer to your swollen and cum soaked cunt with every kiss.

but just as his lips hover near your dripping folds, he changes his path, kissing around it and circling the sensitive area without touching where you need him the most, his tongue moving to trace the crease of your thigh instead. 

you can’t help it, your hips buck up towards his face, desperate for contact, your body still quivering from your previous orgasms and the new one that’s coming from just his lips on your skin. you want more, you need more and you will do whatever it takes to get it.

a needy whimper escapes your lips as you beg him, your voice hoarse and broken, “oh god… p-please, touch me, fuck, i… i need your mouth on me, please”

his hands slide up your body in response, his palms cupping your breasts as his fingers start rolling your nipples hard enough to send sparks straight to your dripping cunt and forcing a broken scream from your throat.

“oh, fuck… m-more, please”, you say, your back arching off the sofa as he tugs and flicks your nipples again and again. 

he twists them just right, tugging and flicking while his mouth continues its torturous path along your thighs, avoiding your clit and your entrance entirely, building the frustration until you’re writhing beneath him. his tongue keeps dragging wet stripes along your skin, and every avoided brush builds the frustration higher, your thighs shaking and your hips rolling in search of friction that never quite lands where you crave it most.

one of his hands moves to capture yours, your fingers intertwining and the size and shape of his hand hits you instantly - it’s big and slim, elegant yet strong.

“h-hyunjin”, you gasp, his name tumbling out raw and broken.

he chuckles low against your thigh, his breath ghosting over your skin and his lips brushing your skin as he speaks, “hi, muse”

then he dives straight in without warning, his tongue flattening against your clit in one long, filthy lick before sucking your swollen clit between his lips. your whole body jolts like you’ve been shocked, a loud scream of his name tearing from your throat.

“hyunjin!”

the sound of your scream echoes off the walls and you can hear the others moaning and groaning, their voices rough with their own arousal as they watch you fall apart under hyunjin’s attention, some of their hands moving to their cocks again as they watch you. 

hyunjin doesn’t stop, though. one of his hands is still gripping yours firmly while the other keeps pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers mercilessly. his mouth works your cunt with dedication, his tongue thrusting deep into your entrance to lap at the mess inside then circling back to suck and flick your clit.

your hips buck wildly against his face, grinding down in search of more pressure, your thighs clamping around his head only for him to grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, spreading you open for him even more. 

“hyunjin, i… i- oh my god, d-don’t stop”, you say, as he devours your pussy now.

“that’s it, muse”, he growls against you, the vibrations making you sob and choke on air, “ride my tongue. you look so fucking pretty like this all spread out and dripping while i suck on your pretty cunt”

he moves to suck your clit again, hard and fast, while his fingers twist your nipple in time with the rhythm of his mouth.

“come for me, muse. i wanna watch you shatter so i can draw every detail later”, he says, his words making you moan loudly again, “i wanna draw the way your mouth falls open, how you thighs tremble, your hand grabbing mine, the exact shade your pussy turns when it’s stuffed full and leaking”

his words push you over the edge hard. your orgasm crashes through you in waves as your pussy clenches and gushes around his tongue while you scream his name again. your body can’t stop moving, convulsing as your hips jerk uncontrollably against his face. he keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive, whimpering broken pleas.

“please, hyunjin, i… i-”

you’re not even sure what you’re asking for, you’re not sure if you want more or for him to stop. hyunjin lets your hand go and then moves his hand to your face, sliding his fingers up to your lips.

“open”, he says and you obey instantly, parting your mouth wide for him.

he lowers his head to give your clit one last slow suck, his tongue swirling as your body moves closer to him, trying to ride his face again. then, he moves over you, his weight settling between your spread legs. he leans down and spits directly into your open mouth - a thick and warm mix of his saliva and the taste of your own cum.

you swallow it greedily and then, his mouth crashes onto yours in a deep and messy kiss, both of you moaning loud into each other as his tongue pushes the mix between your lips, and your hands now moving to roam his body while the others keep watching you. 

your fingers slide down his chest until they wrap around his cock, giving it one slow stroke as your thumb swipes over the tip to spread his precum. hyunjin groans deep into your mouth as his hips jerk forward, fucking into your hand before he catches himself. he breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp and then grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away.

“fuck… muse, no, not today. the wheel didn’t say that”, his voice is rough and strained, like it hurts him to stop you, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. 

he kisses you again and then pushes himself off you, leaving you empty and aching on the sofa while he stands up. you hear him groan again, low and frustrated, as he walks over to join the others.

you lie there with your legs still spread and your cunt dripping and twitching from all your orgasms. you can feel their eyes burning into you, watching every quiver and every drop that leaks from your hole. your nipples tighten again just from being stared at like this. you hear them talking, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. after a bit, you open your mouth to say something, anything, wanting to know what’s taking them so long, but changbin’s voice cuts through first. 

“hold tight, princess”

just as he says it, you feel strong arms sliding under you, one behind your back and the other under your thighs. you’re lifted effortlessly, your arms looping around a warm neck, you can’t tell who it is yet. your bare ass brushes against his hard cock as he carries you and then, you’re lowered onto something cool and flat, the table.

“much better”, you hear someone saying.

the same boy who carried you guides you down until your back meets the hard surface. he takes your wrists and places your hands on the edges of the table, your fingers curling around it. then, he steps between your legs, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. you feel another rush of wetness seep out, your body already reacting to the exposure and the anticipation until you hear a soft and low buzz that makes your clit throb on instinct. 

your vibrator, someone has it.

how does he have it? 

when did he get it?

was that what they were talking about before?

the sound moves closer, the vibrator circling your spread thighs without touching you yet. your hips twitch upwards, chasing the noise, desperate for that first contact. the boy between your legs keeps you pinned open, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your cunt, but never quite reaching where you need it.

your nipples ache and every breath you take, makes them brush against the air. you can feel every pair of eyes locked on your body, on your dripping pussy, on the way your entrance clenches around nothing, on the vibrator hovering just out of reach. 

the buzz grows louder as it nears your clit, close enough that you can feel the faint vibration in the air but still not touching you. a broken whimper slips from your throat then, because you’re already so wet that it’s running down to the table beneath you, and the teasing only makes more leak out.

“p-please… do something”, you beg whoever is doing this to you. 

the boy holding your legs shifts, pressing his cock against your inner thigh, hard and hot, but he doesn't push inside. he lets you feel the weight of his cock while the vibrator finally brushes your swollen clit in one teasing pass. your whole body jolts and you scream, the contact is brief, sending sparks straight through your body. then he pulls it away again, leaving you gasping and rolling your hips in search of more. 

“no, no, please, don’t stop”, you say.

you hear minho’s low chuckle from somewhere near your head.

“look at her, already dripping again”, he says.

the vibrator returns, this time pressing flat against your clit and stays there now. the steady buzz shoots through you like lightning and your back arches off the table, as a loud and broken moan tears from your throat. your hands grip the table even tighter, your knuckles turning white. 

the boy spreads you even wider, his fingers now moving to pull your folds apart so the vibrator can work directly on your exposed clit. your thighs start shaking almost immediately. the previous orgasms have left you hypersensitive and this constant and relentless vibration is too much but not enough at the same time.

“p-please, i… i need m-more”

you can feel your cunt clenching and pulsing, trying to grab onto something that isn’t there. the boy leans down and nips at your earlobe then moves to your neck while the vibrator circles your clit, changing pressure and the angle every few seconds so you never get used to it. your hips buck wildly, chasing the sensation, but he keeps you pinned, not letting you move. every time you get close, the vibrator pulls back just enough to keep you on the edge.

the vibrator moves lower, sliding through your soaked folds and teasing your entrance without pushing in. it collects your wetness and then drags back up to your clit. the sudden change makes you scream and your back arches off the table again. your fingers claw at the table edges, trying hard to hold on, but you’re so close it hurts.

“p-please”, you gasp, your voice wrecked, “please, i… i need-”

the boy moves his head again to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, “still not recognise me?”

it’s jeongin’s voice. 

the vibrator presses harder right on your clit before he moves it and finally enters you, and your hips jerk up again, already chasing the next orgasm that’s already growing inside you.

“oh g-god… jeongin!”

he laughs, completely pleased with himself, then he crashes his mouth onto yours. his teeth nip your lower lip hard enough to sting before his tongue pushes past your lips. you moan into him, the sound swallowed as he bites down again. then, his mouth leaves yours to trail down your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin,just like the others did.

he moves lower, his teeth closing around one of your nipples while the vibrator stays buried deep inside you, your walls clenching around it. he releases your nipple and then moves straight to your cunt. his tongue drags through your folds and circles your clit as the vibrator keeps moving inside you.

you scream again, the sensations pushing you right to the edge. you hear the others groaning much louder now, the wet sounds of their fists stroking their cocks filling the room as they watch your writhe.

“i’m gonna come”, you hear seungmin saying.

“this is so hot, i can’t believe this”, it’s han now.

jeongin fucks the vibrator in and out of you while his tongue works your clit. your hips try to roll but he stops you again, forcing you to take every vibration and every lick exactly how he wants it. your moans turn into broken and desperate sobs and you’re sure you’re crying under the blindfold.

but just as your orgasm starts to crash through you, jeongin yanks the vibrator out.

“not yet”, he growls against your cunt.

you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing again. he moves the buzzing toy up to your nipples instead, pressing it against one of them and then the other, circling until both of them are red and aching. 

at the same time, his mouth seals over your entrance and he starts eating you out as his tongue thrusts deep, lapping at every drop that pours out of you.

“j-jeongin, i-”

“shh, you can take this, and you will or i will stop right now”, he says and then dives back in again.

he stays like that for a long time, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your with his tongue while the vibrator keeps tormenting your nipples. your body shakes nonstop, your thighs shaking around his head, but every time you get close, he eases off just enough to keep you desperate and dripping for him, making you beg for it, for him.

finally, he pushes his tongue as deep inside you as it will go, curling and stroking your walls while he presses the vibrator hard against your clit again. 

“come”, he says, his voice muffled against your soaked cunt, “now”

your orgasm rips through you violently and your cunt clenches as you squirt all over his face and the vibrator. your back bows off the table as a scream tears from your throat again, your thighs keeping his head right between your legs. jeongin groans into you, licking through every spasm while your juices run down his chin.

you hear the boys cursing and moaning loudly, the wet sounds and groans of them coming filling the room as they watch you fall apart and soak jeongin’s face. your body keeps twitching, the aftershocks rolling through you while he keeps the vibrator pressed to your oversensitive clit, drawing every last drop out of you. 

once you can’t take it anymore, jeongin clicks the vibrator off with a soft snap, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant buzzing that had filled the room. he sets the toy on the edge of the table and then leans over you again. 

his mouth finds yours in a slow and deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. his hands move to cradle your jaw, his fingers firm as they hold your face steady while his tongue pushes past your lips. you moan into the kiss, your hands lifting from the table to tangle in his hair, tugging gently at the strands as you pull him closer to you. 

when he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects your mouths for a second before it breaks and jeongin watches it with dark and hungry eyes as he looks down at you, his chest rising and falling.

without another word, he slides his arms beneath you again and lifts you off the table. your legs wrap around his waist and your arms loop around his neck. he moves you to the sofa again, lowering you onto the cushions, the fabric cool against your overheated skin. he kneels between your spread thighs, his hands resting on your knees as he looks up at you.

“you alright?”, he asks you, his voice much softer now, concern threading through the cracks, “did i push you too far?”

you laugh, the sound breathless and fond, and then you reach out blindly towards him until your fingers find his face. you cup his cheeks and tug him forward, pulling him into another kiss.

“my shy, lovely innie is back”, you murmur against his lips.

he smiles against your mouth and then kisses you once more, slower this time, before he stands up. he brushes a thumb over your cheek and then turns and walks towards the others who are still watching you.

“how are you doing?”, seungmin asks you, “you think you can handle what’s left?”

changbin and chan.

they are left. 

your cunt clenches hard at the thought and fresh slick starts leaking out again, sliding down your inner thigh already.

“i’m good, i can take it”, you say, nodding your head rapidly, almost frantic.

you sit there catching your breath, your thighs still parted, when you feel the cushion dip beside you on your right and a warm body settling close to you. his fingers brush your hair away from your neck and then a mouth presses there, his lips parting to suck a slow mark into the skin. you tilt your head to give him more room, a soft moan escaping your lips already.

his hand slides onto your thigh, his fingers moving and stroking upwards along the inner part but then, they stop close to your aching clit. he stays there for a long moment, his breath hot against your neck and his fingers tracing your skin but not moving any further, and then he pulls away completely, leaving you throbbing and empty again.

before you can recover, the left side of the sofa dips and he sits down next to you again.

why did he change sides?  

you don’t have much time to think because this time, he starts moving much faster, much hungrier, his mouth latches onto the other side of your neck with more force, his teeth scraping and sucking hard, so hard you’re sure you’re gonna have marks tomorrow, just like with all of the other boys. 

his hand moves again, just as bold as his mouth, sliding straight to your inner thigh and gripping tight, his fingers digging in. it moves upwards in one firm stroke but stops again, not touching you where you need him the most. then, just like he did before, he moves away from you, leaving you panting and dripping for him. 

your head spins with the contrast, how gentle he was on one side and how rough was on the other, and how he moved away both times, before he gave you any real relief. your cunt pulses around nothing, your arousal already glistening on your folds as you sit there shaking and desperate for him, your body screaming for more. 

“wait, who-”, you start asking but you have to stop yourself when you start to realise what’s going on.

two large hands land on your thighs at one, forcing your legs wider and spreading you open on the sofa until your knees are nearly touching the cushions on either side. at the same time, two mouths crash onto your neck from both sides. 

one pair of lips is slower, more deliberate and delicate, sucking a deep bruise below your jaw while his tongue drags hot and wet over the mark.

the other mouth is already biting your skin, his teeth sinking in hard enough to make you gasp, then he sucks there until your skin burns.

both sets of hands stay locked on your thighs, their fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding you spread and helpless.

your brain catches up and the contrast clicks into place - the careful and teasing touches from your right and the rougher and hungry ones from your left. you realise who is on either side of you, chan on your right and changbin on your left, both of them working you together, both of them claiming your body at the same time.

a low chuckle comes from somewhere in front of you and then han’s voice cuts through the haze, amused and filthy.

“you finally figured it out, huh? took you long enough, baby”, he says.

the realisation hits you like a spark to gasoline and then a loud and broken moan rips out of your throat.

“oh my fucking god”, you say as another moan escapes you.

your hands move blindly to their bodies, finding their warm and solid thighs on either side of you. your nails scrape hard over their muscles, leaving red lines as you grip them tight, desperate for something to hold onto.

the knowledge that both of them are going to take you at the same time, that you’re about to be shared between chan and changbin without any break, makes you cunt clench and leak even more, the sofa so ruined at this point that you’re sure you’re gonna need a new one.

but you don’t fucking care.

chan’s mouth moves higher, sucking behind your ear while his thumb strokes slow circles on your inner thigh, but never touching your clit. changbin’s teeth graze your collarbone, biting down there before he licks the sting again. his fingers continue to squeeze your thigh hard enough to bruise, but you need more, you don’t want either of them to stop.

both of them are breathing heavier now, groaning and moaning against your skin, their cocks already hard and leaking as they keep you pinned between them, teasing and denying you. your whole body shakes with need and you can feel how they’re both holding back just enough to drive you insane. 

your fingers keep digging into their thighs, your nails leaving marks as another desperate moan escapes you, already aching for the moment they finally stop teasing you and start fucking you together.

“please… do something, i… fuck, i need you, both of you”

chan’s low voice rumbles right against your ear, “we’re gonna take care of you, love. just breathe for us, let us hear every pretty sound you make”

changbin’s grip tightens on your thigh, his fingers pressing deep into the flesh, “that’s it, sweetheart. spread your legs wider for us, just show us how wet and ready you are”

they move you together, chan’s hands sliding under your ass, lifting you a bit while changbin keeps your legs pinned open. they move your body until you’re slouched back against the cushions, your hips tilted forward, completely exposed. you feel chan dropping to his knees between your spread thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them even wider. changbin stays on the sofa beside you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder and his other hand still gripping your thigh and holding you open.

chan looks up at you, his eyes dark as he watches your still covered eyes, and then he leans in and drags his tongue flat through your soaked folds in one long and slow lick from your entrance all the way to your clit, making your hips jerk and a loud and broken moan escape from your throat. 

“oh my... chris-”

changbin’s mouth is on yours instantly, swallowing the sound. he kisses you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips while his free hand cups the back of your head and holds you to him.

“shh”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, “let chan eat that pretty cunt now, we wanna hear you but not too loud yet, there will be time for that in a bit”

you continue kissing changbin as your hips start rocking on their own, grinding down against chan’s face. he groans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit before he sucks it between his lips and then, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them hard against your front wall.

changbin pulls back just enough to watch your face while you moan into his mouth.

“look at you, sweetheart, already fucking his face. so desperate for us”

chan pulls his mouth off you for a second, his lips shiny, “you gonna be a good girl for us and suck changbin’s cock while i keep eating you?”

you nod your head frantically, already reaching for changbin, desperate to have him in your mouth. he stands up in front of you, his thick cock flushed and leaking at the tip. he strokes himself once and then guides the tip to your lips, as you move closer to him too.

“you need to be a good girl if you want to come, okay?”, changbin tells you, his voice rough and demanding, “open up and take it”

you open your mouth and he pushes in, the heavy weight of him sliding over your tongue. chan buries his face back between your legs, sucking your clit while his fingers pump steadily inside you, your eyes rolling back.

“fuck, that’s it”, chan praises you between your thighs, his voice muffled between them, “taking my fingers so well. such a good girl, letting us have you at the same time”

changbin’s hand rests on the back of your head, guiding you gently but firmly as you suck him.

“good girl. look at you, choking on my cock while chan eats that dripping pussy. so fucking greedy for us. so pretty”

from somewhere in front of you, hyunjin’s voice cuts in, “shit, guys, she’s taking both of you so well, look at her hips moving on chan’s face”

you hear another voice saying something like “greedy little thing”, but you don’t recognise him, so lost in your pleasure and the two boys that are using you as they wish.

you keep rocking against chan’s mouth as your hand moves to grab what you can’t reach of changbin’s cock with your mouth, your hand stroking the base while you suck the rest. your tongue swirls around the head every time he pulls back, letting you taste the salty precum that keeps leaking out.

chan adds a third finger, stretching you wider, his tongue never stopping its relentless circles on your clit.

“you’re doing so good, love. taking everything we give you. we’re gonna make you come so hard, rewards you like the good girl you are”

changbin groans above you, his hips twitching forward, “f-fuck, your mouth feels perfect, keep sucking me like that, sweetheart”

your orgasm starts building fast, the combination of chan’s finger curling inside you and his tongue flicking on your clit and changbin’s cock stretching your mouth pushing you right to the edge. 

your walls start fluttering around chan’s fingers and just as you’re about to tip over, both of them pull away at the same time. chan’s fingers slide out of you and changbin pulls his cock from your mouth. you whine loudly, your hips chasing after chan’s face and your hands reaching blindly for changbin’s cock again.

“b-but… i-”, you try to say, but your words won’t find you.

chan rises up between your legs and cups your face with both of his hands, kissing you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“shh, love”, he whispers against your lips, “we’re not done with you yet”

chan and changbin move in sync, both of them moving and dropping to their knees on both of your sides. then, their hands grip your waist and shoulders, guiding you until you’re on your hands and knees between them, with chan in front of you and changbin behind you now. 

your back arches unconsciously, your ass pushed out and your thighs spread wide enough that your dripping pussy is soaking the sofa even more. chan settles in front of you, his cock standing rigid and flushed, and behind you, changbin’s cock presses against the curve or your ass, moving to drag through your soaked folds once, smearing your wetness over himself. 

both of them are breathing hard, their low groans rumbling in their chests as they look at you positioned between them. chan’s fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face so he can look at you better.

“you ready for us, love? you want both of our cocks at the same time?”

“tell us sweetheart”, changbin says as his palm smooths down your spine then grips one ass cheek and spreads you open wider.

your voice comes out shaky and needy, “y-yes, please. i’m ready, i-i need you”

they don’t make you wait because the moment the words leave your mouth, they move together. changbin lines up and pushes forward in one smooth thrust, the thick head of his cock forcing your pussy open and sinking deep, the stretch burns so good that it makes your arms shake.

at the same time, chan guides his cock between your lips and slides in, the heavy weight of him filling your mouth until the tip bumps the back of your throat.

a broken and muffled moan vibrates around chan’s cock as changbin bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass. your walls clench hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering while changbin stays buried to the hilt for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him.

“fuck, that’s it”, changbin growls, his voice rough, “taking every inch of my cock so deep. you’re such a good girl”

chan’s hand stays gentle on your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as he rocks his hips forward in shallow thrusts.

“look at you”, he says, “your mouth so full of me while changbin fucks that tight pussy from behind. you’re perfect like this, our perfect girl”

they start moving together. changbin pulls back until only the head remains inside you, then moves forward again, the force of it rocking your whole body forward onto chan’s cock. chan meets the motion by pushing deeper into your throat, his free hand sliding into your hair to hold you steady for them.

every thrust from behind pushes you further onto the cock in your mouth, your own spit dripping down your chin and mixing with the precum leaking from chan’s cock. your cunt keeps clenching greedily around changbin every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock rubbing tight against that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. 

“god, you’re so fucking wet”, changbin pants, one of his hands gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other reaches around to squeeze your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple, “you love being used like this, don’t you?”

chan groans about you, his hips rolling in steady thrusts that make you gag around him “she’s taking us so well. look how her throat moves every time i push in. such a good girl for us”

from the other side of the room, seungmin’s voice cuts through the haze again, "look at those hips shaking, shit”

another voice, felix this time, also speaks, “fuck, she looks so pretty stuffed full like that, i wanna do it too”

their praises make your cunt flutter harder around changbin’s cock.

“f-fuck, sweetheart, just like that”, he moans, his thrusts growing faster now.

you push back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper while your tongue works along the underside of chan’s cock. your hands grip the sofa cushions, your knuckles beyond white at this point, as both of them fuck you from both ends without mercy.

changbin’s pace picks up, his cock dragging against your walls with every stroke.

“you’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart? i can feel you pulsing around me”

chan pulls back just enough to let you breathe, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, “you gonna come with both of us inside you?”

you nod your head, your eyes glassy and your mouth open and waiting.

“y-yes, please… i-i need you, both of you. i want you to come inside me, please”

chan groans at your words and then slides back in, moving deeper and faster this time, while changbin reaches around your hip and finds your swollen clit with his fingers. he rubs tight and fast circles over your sensitive clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. 

the sudden stimulation makes your whole body jolt and you moan, the sound vibrating around chan’s cock as your orgasm crashes over you without warning. your pussy clamps down hard around changbin, your walls fluttering and squeezing as you come, squirting all over his cock. the intensity makes your arms give out, but changbin’s grip on your hips holds you up.

“fuck… there it is”, changbin groans, his hips stuttering as our cunt milks him, “coming so hard on my cock. good girl, sweetheart”

chan’s breathing turns ragged above you, his thrust growing uneven now, “shit, love, your mouth feels too good. i-i’m gonna-”

changbin’s fingers keep working your clit through your orgasm, drawing it out until you come again without a warning, so fast that the only thing you can do is shake and whimper around chan’s cock. this is enough to push both boys over the edge at the same time.

changbin buries himself to the hilt and comes deep inside you, hot pulsed of cum flooding your pussy. chan pushes forward and spills down your throat, thick ropes of cum shooting onto your tongue as he groans your name. 

you swallow around him, taking everything he gives you while your orgasm keeps rolling through you in waves. changbin’s cum leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thigh onto the sofa too.

you hear the other boys groaning and coming too, their rough curses and broken moans and the unmistakable sounds of them stroking themselves to the sight of you being filled from both ends. 

chan pulls out slowly, letting the last drops of cum land on your tongue. he tilts your chin up again, watching you swallow with your covered eyes. changbin stays buried inside you, his cock still twitching as he catches his breath, his fingers still gently circling your oversensitive clit until you whimper and he moves them away from you.

“such a good girl for us”, chan says, his voice hoarse, “took both of us so, so perfectly”

changbin leans over your back, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, “good job, sweetheart”

strong hands slide under your arms and around your waist, lifting you gently from your position. chan and changbin work together, easing you upright until you’re sitting between them on the sofa. your legs still feel like jelly, your thighs sticky with a mix of sweat and cum that smears against the sofa as they settle you down.

chan stays on your right, one of his arms draped behind your shoulders, while changbin stays on your left, his palm resting warm on your bare thigh. their bodies bracket yours, solid and reassuring, the heat of their skin seeping into yours.

chan’s fingers find the knot at the back of your head and then, he unties the blindfold slowly, the fabric finally sliding away from your eyes. the light floods in and you have to blink a few times, adjusting as the scene in front of you comes into focus.

the living room looks like pure chaos after your round today - han is sprawled on the floor, his chest heaving as one of his hands is still loosely wrapped around his softening cock, streaks of his release glistening on his stomach; felix sits on the armchair across from you, his legs spread wide as his own cum pains the inside of one of his thighs and his stomach; you see minho leaning against the wall in front of you, breathing hard, the mess on his skin the proof to what he’s done; jeongin is on the rug, his cum drying on his fingers; and hyunjin and seungmin are tangled together on the smaller sofa, both of them looking completely wrecked, their bodies glistening with their own cum.

the air smells thick with sex, a mix of musk, sweat and the sharp tang of all your cum combined together. the sofa beneath you is damp in several spots, your own thighs and the cushion between your legs soaked from everything that happened. 

you feel completely destroyed, your pussy still pulsing with aftershocks and changbin’s cum slowly leaking out of you. your jaw aches from taking chan so deep, your throat raw from all the swallowing and screaming and moaning you did. your skin is marked with fingertips and bite marks and also the faint red lines from where hands gripped your body too hard, yet satisfaction rolls through you in heavy waves and every inch of you feels claimed and pleasured.

chan brushes a strand of hair from your damp forehead, his touch gentle now, “you okay, love?”

you nod your head before you turn to look at him and answer, “yeah, more than okay. i loved it”

changbin chuckles low beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your thigh, “you took all of us like a champ. again”

han lifts his head and laughs softly, “the blindfold was the best idea we’ve ever had. watching you guess who was touching you while we all got off… fuck, that was hot”

“yeah, i almost came just from that a couple of times”, felix says, looking at his own cum on his skin.

you smile, still catching your breath, and lean back against chan’s arm, “maybe next time i’ll use the blindfold on you guys. make you guess what i’m gonna do next to you”

seungmin groans at the suggestion, “you already did that to me and i couldn’t think straight for two days after that”

hyunjin smirks next to him, his voice teasing, “wait, i wanna do that. do it with me next time!”

laughter ripples through the room, light and easy despite how wrecked and destroyed everyone looks. then, you hear jeongin’s voice, asking the question that everyone seems to be thinking.

“so… what’s next?”, he says.

your mind drifts for a moment, turning over the different possibilities. 

what could come next? 

another blindfold game? with them this time?

using your toys on them?

playing with two of them each time, just like chan and changbin did?

the options feel endless, each one more filthy and exciting than the last. you look around at their flushed faces, their spent bodies and you smile to yourself, already imagining the next time you spin the wheel.

the library

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dividers by my darling @lariesographic 🩷

SKZ:

chan:

⟶ a berry lucky encounter  by @skzjii this was adorable hello?? a cutesy smau featuring dog dad!chan. what's not to love?

⟶ sorry, right number by @feelbokkie genuinely such a good series!! i binged it sooo quickly. reader has such a fun personality, and i loved the friendship/relationship between them and chan!

⟶ bestie knows best by @astrayapple don't even get me started on this one bro. 10/10. no notes. why is my best friend not setting me up with bang chan?? jk fr tho this was such a cute series and it was so well put together!

⟶ the quiet beast by @pineapple-burgah perfectly angsty. also just incredibly real. humanizes chan a lot. we love seeing them be messy!

⟶ i don't want to put you through me by @itsseohannbin  (contains nsfw scenes!!) genuinely can't. get. enough. writing is criminally good. plot is wonderful. it's juicy and angsty and it'll tug at your heartstrings. i genuinely don't even care who reader ends up with. both options are just. that. good.

⟶ noise complaint by @midnite-fiction  (contains nsfw scenes!!) this one is so ugh. i just love it. ate it right up. the tension with both of them?? get outta here.

⟶ abc's of love by @skztext (contains nsfw scenes!!) genuinely one of my fav chan series ever. i love the relationship between him and teacher-nim and the relationship between them and the rest of skz!! also loser!chan holds such a special place in my heart

⟶ sweet by @sannie-young  genuinely makes so many amazing smaus. give their entire masterlist a visit. this one specifically is adorable! i was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time.

⟶ can i hit? by @binniebb i cannot talk about this one enough. i've lost track of the amount of time i've reread this one icl. reader just has such a fun personality that's so unique to this fic and i love it.

minho:

⟶ malewife by @h-dw  soft!minho makes me soft. love the way they write all of the guys, but this minho just warms my heart

changbin:

⟶ jackhammered by @kloversung (contains nsfw scenes!!) this is genuinely one of my fav smut tropes i can't even lie. hearing reader call him soft/sweet and proving he can be rough?? fantastic gimme fourteen of them. i'm drooling

⟶ this was your idea by @anonystay (contains nsfw scenes!!) another fic i've revisited more than once. genuinely don't even have the words. the tension? the history? the characterization? all 10/10.

⟶ the bet by @chrofeisnightmaregf one of the first changbin fics i read. watched this series get posted since day one and was on the edge of my seat the whole time. athlete/frat!binnie, oh how i love you so

⟶ you'll know it when you feel it by @skzcodered this one is so cute!! idol!reader was so fun to read, and the duet is so heartwarming!

⟶ if only you knew by @4linos fwb!binnie is a guilty pleasure of mine, and y'all know i love some angst. wonderful. beautiful. amazing.

⟶ ill like you by @hanjist another one of the first binnie fics i found and it genuinely cracks me up. oblivious!changbin is an agenda i will always push

⟶ within reach by @/binniebb (contains nsfw scenes!!) i genuinely went on a scavenger hunt for this fic bc it popped into my head and i couldn't remember the name. twenty minutes of scrolling later, here's one of my fav binnie fics ever. the writing in this is so good, and the binder idea?? i love it. i love it all

hyunjin:

⟶ none yet!! give me recs!!

jisung:

⟶ her name is richard by @/astrayapple  one of the many amazing fics that came about bc of hannie's recent fatherhood journey. so so good!

⟶ chain drabble by @hanjinology  (contains nsfw scenes!!) why yes i would enjoy jisung's chain swinging in my face. how did you know?

felix:

⟶ none yet!! give me recs!!

seungmin:

⟶ noise complaint by @/midnite-fiction  (contains nsfw scenes!!) already spoke on this one but geniunely so good, no matter which one you're reading it for.

⟶ you like me? by @dearlea i'm a sucker for oblivious trope. what can i say? this one was so cute, and it was one of the first skz fics i read!!

⟶ his gf is oomf? by @pvppymin  too good to say, and i mean that from the depths of my soul. also now there's a whole universe spanning across different blogs?? go read all of them while you're at it.

jeongin:

⟶ i don't want to put you through me by @/itsseohannbin  (contains nsfw scenes!!) another one i've already spoken on, but genuinely, whether you're a chan bias, jeongin bias, or you're blessed enough to be both, you'll love this series.

ot8:

⟶ rating my exes by @/chrofeisnightmaregf poly!0t8; so good bro. perfect amount of angst in the first part and perfect amount of comfort in the second.

⟶ broken trust by @hwanghhjinie 9th member; absolutely shattered my heart in the best way. i've said it before and i'll say it again. i'm a sucker for angst, and this delivers every time i read it.

⟶ tears run down my thighs by @chanslaptopbattery separate ot8; too cute but also so relatable bc it really is the little things that do it lolll such a good smau!!

⟶ the wheel of pleasure series by starlostjisung (contains nsfw scenes!!) poly!ot8; yummy. juicy. just the right amount of chaotic. this one is a whole series y'all and i highly recommend

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In all truth, the four of you - Felix, Jisung, Seungmin and yourself - had gotten a bit drunk, just hanging out after their dance practice ended. You'd just been waiting for Felix, really, but somehow it ended up being the four of you and a couple of beers. Even Felix indulged in one, which surprised you, as that was usually not his thing. But it was all in good fun.

However, even with the light buzz of the alcohol in your system, the question left you flustered. Even though it wasn't completely out of the blue, as Seungmin and Jisung were just having a discussion about the best sex position, you still hadn't expected the question directed at you.

In one smooth motion, Felix squeezed your thigh where his hand already rested, catching your attention. He gave you a look, you don't have to answer, not wording it out loud as he knew you could make up your mind for yourself. You didn't need his input, but he still let you know he was there.

You eyed the table for a moment, cheeks hot whether from the beer or the question or both, you weren't sure. You and Felix hadn't exactly been intimate yet. Your relationship was still new, and you both agreed you'd take it slow, build up your connection more, even if you were already completely infatuated with each other.

What you hadn't let him know yet was how desperate you were to take that step further. And what you didn't know was how he felt the exact same way, but didn't tell you in case it put unnecessary pressure on you to do something you weren't ready for.

Oh, he had no idea.

You chose not to feel awkward about the question, didn't feel embarrassed about the lack of sex you'd been having. It was a choice and one you were completely fine with. "You'd have to ask Felix."

You decided to give the ball to Felix, to let him decide how much he wanted to tell his band members about your nonexistent sex lives. You took another sip of your beer, glancing over at him.

The corner of his mouth twitched up as he ran his thumb across your inner thigh. You almost spat out your beer at that, tingles spreading all throughout your body. Sometimes you weren't sure he knew what kind of effect he had on you.

Felix put his hands up in defence, his eyes dark under the dim light. "A man... doesn't kiss and tell."

He laughed at the groan Jisung let out, while Seungmin only smiled, taking another sip of his beer in quiet amusement.

Later on, when the dorm was quiet, Jisung having left and Seungmin gone to bed, you were brushing your teeth with Felix after changing into your pyjamas.

You couldn't help but eye him, still a little tipsy from the beers and admiring his features more than usual. From every day that went by, you just seemed to fall more and more in love with him.

When you both got under the covers and Felix kissed you goodnight, expecting to fall asleep, you grabbed his wrist gently to catch his attention. "Lix," you whispered, biting your lip, hesitating.

He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, his features calm and relaxed. He could sense your hesitation and turned his face fully towards you, urging you to continue by making sure you knew you had his attention.

"Yes?"

You pursed your lips, looking into his eyes while your heart raced in your chest. God, why were you even freaking out about this? It was just Felix. But still, you felt vulnerable having to say the words out loud. The couple of beers you had consumed gave you that extra confidence to speak.

"You know, I've been thinking... maybe we should take our relationship a little further..." You bit the inside of your cheek, waiting for his reaction. He looked a little confused. Even though he tried to understand you, he needed you to be a bit more specific. So you let out a small breath, somehow speaking even lower than before. "You know... more than making out."

He stilled a little, you could feel it, and it immediately made you overthink, silly as you were.

"Not because I don't enjoy just making out! I know we said we'd take it slow but... I'm just... really... horny."

He was quiet for a moment before he let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning in to kiss your forehead affectionately. You had no idea how much your confession had made his heart clench with adoration. He didn't even know how you could say something like that and still be so cute.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him. "Hmm, are you a little drunk, baby? If so, I'd rather have this talk tomorrow. Not that I'm not listening; I certainly am." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Your face warmed at his response. I mean, you were a little tipsy, but this had been something that had been on your mind for a while. But even through your stubbornness you could see his point; it'd be better to bring something like this up when you were completely sober and sure.

You pursed your lips. "Yes, I'm a little tipsy... but this has been something that's been on my mind for a while, seriously! I mean, of course only if you're ready, too. To take things further." You made your voice clearer this time, making sure he understood this was more than just the beer talking.

And he did look a little more thoughtful this time, a small glint flashing in his eyes. Thinking about finally taking things further with you made his own desperation rise up and his cock twitch in his sweatpants. But he remained calm, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Alright... If you're sure you're ready, then so am I. I just don't want to pressure you," he said honestly, and before you had the chance to speak again, he continued, "But we'll still talk about this tomorrow, okay? Get some rest, angel."

He pulled you to his chest, and you definitely didn't protest. He was nice and warm and, well, the beers were making you quite sleepy. You hummed, sinking into his embrace and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to the familiar feeling of a nose nudging against your neck and hair tickling your skin. The faint sound of Felix's soft breathing filled your ears along with the chirping of birds outside. You had the window slightly ajar these days, seeing as it was getting hotter outside. It was a peaceful atmosphere to wake up in.

You felt surprisingly refreshed, but was less surprised by it when you checked the time on your phone and saw that it was already afternoon. You'd slept for so long... but it had felt so good. And it was Felix's day off, so for once it was allowed.

You looked down at him when he moved and realised then that he was already awake, greeting you with a smile on his face, his hair showcasing how well he'd slept. At least half as well as you.

"Good morning, angel," he said, his voice a delicious raspiness that somehow made it even deeper. You'd never not enjoy waking up to that.

You smiled back, forgetting all about your phone and instead nuzzling into his warmth, counting the freckles on his face. "You're the angel here... Why didn't you wake me? It's so late now, and it's your day off!"

You didn't want to spend all day in bed with him when it was his only day off in a while... Though maybe that's what he preferred, seeing as he worked so hard these days.

He stretched out, the action making it hard for you to hold back your cuteness aggression towards him. He rubbed his eyes, rolling over to lay on his back.

"I only just woke up, right before you," he explained, reaching over to cup your hand in his as he checked his phone. He'd probably only just mustered up the energy to do so.

You lay there, just basking in the afternoon light while Felix answered some messages, quietly holding hands. After a while, he put his phone away and focused his attention on you again, resting on his side.

"Do you remember what you told me last night? Before we went to bed," he asked, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

You didn't for a moment, feeling a little sheepish now that it was morning, and you weren't as confident as you had been last night. But he somehow always found a way to make you immune to embarrassment when it came to expressing yourself.

"...Yes."

"Do you still mean it?"

You met his eyes then, still soft, still gentle as they always were. There was nothing in them that told you not to be sure of your answer, and so you were. You were sure of what you wanted.

"Yes, I still mean it."

He nodded, rubbing his chin as if lost in his own thoughts for a moment, "You're sure?"

You let out a small chuckle, your lips curling upwards at his questioning. Oh, you were definitely sure. "Yes, I'm sure, Felix. The only thing stopping me would be if you didn't want to take things further."

He nodded again, still rubbing his chin, before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Gentle, not rushed, not letting you in on what was going on in his head. Just the same sweet Felix as always.

Then he pulled away, meeting your eyes. "Then... can I go down on you?"

He looked almost relieved to utter the words, his eyes big and boba-like, and he was nearly pouting. What you hadn't known all this time was how much he'd been thinking about it; finally eating you out. Sure, having sex with you was on his mind a lot, too, but there was nothing quite as arousing as the thought of finally tasting you. He already knew you'd taste exquisite, no doubt there.

Your mouth formed an 'o', a little taken aback by his question. Or rather, his face when he asked it. He looked so innocent, and he was, in your head, innocent. But then the memory of him beneath you while you were making out with him on his lap flashed before your eyes, the small whimpers and touchy hands despite how much he tried to hold them back. Then him having to use the bathroom ten minutes after you'd decided to stop, because he was still so hard in his pants, but would never vocalise it - wouldn't want to rush you.

Truly, you did not understand how much of a pervert he actually was. Not yet, anyway. He was good at hiding it.

He let you process his question because he knew he was being forward, but he didn't take it back either, didn't rush you to answer. He let it hang in the air for as long as you needed.

You swallowed the lump in your throat that had kept you from speaking, all shy eyes and lip-biting.

"Yeah, that's- I mean, if you want to..."

"But do you want me to?"

You glanced at his lips, thought of his tongue and how it'd feel on your cunt. Fuck, you wanted it. So much. "Yes. Definitely."

Felix smiled, his hand snaking down to your thigh to pull you closer and move himself between your legs. You couldn't see it from this angle, but he was already embarrassingly hard at the thought of eating you out. He'd been thinking of it all morning.

He squeezed your thigh. "Then can I taste you now, baby?"

His voice was deeper, clouded by the arousal he felt already, infecting you as it sent a thrill between your legs, where he was posed up. You nodded, watching him as he shuffled backwards on his knees until he had both of his arms hooked under your knees, face so close to your clothed core already. It was a little intrusive, but you just about held back the urge to hide behind your hands.

His thumbs rubbed over the part of your thighs that wasn't covered by your night shorts. "Say it out loud. I need to hear you say the words. Tell me I can have a taste."

His coaxing, almost pleading words made your core throb with need. Just the way he looked up at you from between your legs had you aching for more.

"Please, Lix. Put your mouth on me," you breathed out, almost unable to fully get the words out.

His smile would've been almost reassuring had it not been for the obvious excitement on his face, his fingers slowly tracing upwards until they reached the hem of your shorts.

Slowly, he slid them down your legs, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time, making sure you felt safe. But once your panties were on display for him, he moved his gaze there, almost moaning at the sight of the soft cotton material.

"God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to make you feel good, angel. I've been waiting for so long."

His mouth latched onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, subconsciously pulling you closer to his mouth where his hands held you in place. Your legs tensed up when his tongue darted out, rolling along your soft skin, followed by the gentle nibble of his teeth, marking you.

Feeling his mouth so close to your core and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your thighs made your cunt sob for more. But it was even worse when his face got close enough that his nose nudged against the fabric of your panties while he pressed kisses to your thighs, until he at last pressed a kiss over your sopping cunt. You let out a small whine, laying your head back against the pillow, because watching him do that was making you lose your mind.

He mouthed at your panties, wetting them more than they already were from your arousal, letting out small moans against you. The vibrations made pleasure bloom where you needed it most, your legs closing together around his head on instinct.

"Lix... mm- feels good," you hummed, trying to keep your voice down. You felt a little embarrassed when you made any noises, already overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth on you, even if you had been wanting it so badly.

He continued to mouth at you through your panties, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the material, imagining the real deal beneath it. His grip on your thighs tightened only when you were about to squeeze his head completely, gently pulling them apart again.

"Then keep your legs apart, okay? I want to take my time with you," he hummed, meeting your eyes for just a second before putting all of his focus on your cunt again. He looked almost mesmerised, hungry. And when you saw that look in his eyes, you chose to shut up and lay back down. You wanted to see him get carried away, like he seemed to have been wanting for as long as you.

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, peeling them down your legs and exposing you to him fully. He hummed, gently placing your slick underwear beside you on the bed before lying down on his stomach, face lined up with your cunt.

He licked his lips as he took you in, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs before using his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart. You felt shy under his hungry gaze, but you stayed still, wanting to see what he would do.

After looking at you for a long moment, he finally put his mouth on you, his lips softly pressing against your wet cunt, almost like he was making out with you. You hummed, shutting your eyes for a second as you took in the feeling of his soft lips on such a sensitive part of your body.

He moved slowly at first, just kissing you there at his own pace before licking a stripe through your walls. You squealed then, hand reaching down to hold onto something. His hand came up, meeting yours without taking his mouth off of you, gradually gaining a pace with his tongue shoving into your cunt.

You bit your lip to try and silence the sounds that threatened to escape you, squeezing his hand while your hips bucked up for more. He let out a low moan against you, slurping up everything you gave to him, getting lost in the taste of you.

"You taste so good... so sweet..." he mumbled against you, his hair brushing against your thighs as his head bobbed slightly. You whined at his words, only to be broken off by a moan when his free hand reached up and his thumb pressed tight circles over your clit.

You cried out then, not even aware of your whimpers and moans as pleasure overtook you. You were so close to coming, it was embarrassing. It had just been so long since you'd been touched, even by yourself, and all this built-up tension with Felix left you so sensitive and desperate.

"A-ah, Felix..! I'm so close-" You interrupted yourself with a shuddering moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he continued to thrust his tongue into you, and his finger kept moving so flawlessly against your clit.

He groaned at your reaction, grinding his hips against the mattress as he had been doing since he got comfortable there. His cock ached in his sweatpants, leaking pre-cum that would surely stain them. But he didn't care. He needed more of you.

"Cum for me... Please cum... Let me taste it, please baby." His words were muffled against your cunt, but it didn't matter once you finally felt your orgasm wash over you.

You let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your hips twitched against his face. Your hand moved from his to grip his hair tightly instead, tugging lightly at the strands. He kept licking over you, using his mouth to its best ability while he felt your walls gush around his tongue. He sucked up the arousal and cum you gave to him, licked you clean until your legs twitched around his head from overstimulation.

He pulled back, completely out of breath, your slick lining his lips as he looked up at you. You met his eyes almost deliriously, still coming down from the high he just gave you. A smile spread across his face at the sight of you, unable to help himself as he let out a small chuckle. He moved to rest on his knees between your legs again, kissing you with your slick still on his lips.

"I'd ask if you felt good but... given your sounds, I'll assume the answer is yes," he spoke lowly against your lips, teasing you a little. You whined, but didn't really care all that much - not when he'd just made you feel that good.

"Was I that loud?"

He thought it over, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's just hope Seungmin isn't home."

Before you could think on that too much, like he knew you would, he lay down on the bed, looking over at you with an almost expectant smile.

"Come here, baby."

You looked at him for a moment, aware of your half-nakedness now that the orgasm had washed away, before scooting over to him. He placed his hands on your hips, settling you over his lap while he got comfortable against the pillows, like he hadn't just eaten you out so obsessively seconds ago.

You could feel how hard he was beneath you, his cock poking up through his sweatpants right against your bare cunt. You whimpered at the feeling, instinctively grinding down against him, to which he stilled your hips with a pained groan. Your brows furrowed slightly.

"No, baby... I just want to focus on you right now. Sit on my face," he practically moaned, hands already trying to manoeuvre your body upwards.

You were almost a little disappointed that you wouldn't be able to feel his cock after waiting for so long, but you decided to let him run the show. After that orgasm, you'd just about give him whatever he wanted.

He could sense your slight disappointment even as you crawled up towards his face, chuckling at your reaction. "Come on. Be patient, hm?"

You nodded despite your heart's desires, moving to straddle his face instead. It felt vulnerable being in this position above him, but you didn't really mind - that was until he started pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

Your hips twitched, unfamiliar with the change of position, how he tried to make you sit down on him fully. "Lix, this is fine. I don't want to, like... crush you."

Your face heated up when he chuckled, his hot breath fanning your cunt, enough to make you squirm. "You won't crush me. Just sit down. Trust me," he urged you, placing a kiss over one of the marks he'd left on your inner thigh.

He held a firm, comfortable grip on your hips, before moving his hands down to your thighs as soon as you found the courage to sit on his face. He wanted to keep you there, in case you lost confidence, too desperate to have you like this to risk you pulling away for even a second.

Your hips stuttered the second his mouth was on you again, already managing to be as wet as before and even more sensitive after coming once already. His tongue started licking you again, rolling against you first and then letting his lips envelop your pussy lips.

You were already moaning again, closing your eyes in pleasure and then taking in the sight of him eating you out from this position. Your fingers found his hair once more, tugging on the blonde strands when the pleasure became too overwhelming.

He kept you there, held still against his face as he got lost in the taste of you. He was sure he was seeing heaven at times, his hips grinding against the air uselessly while his nose nudged against your clit.

Your moans turned into cries of pleasure, unable to help how your hips seemed to chase his mouth, grinding against his face and throwing your head back.

You could hardly understand Felix when he spoke against you again, only focused on how the vibrations of his deep voice affected you, "So good... just like that... ride my face..."

And you did, whether on purpose or not, it didnt matter, because the pleasure had consumed you now. You weren't in control of your own body anymore, chasing the second orgasm that threatened to blow over you.

"G-gonna... gonna cum again- Felix!" you sobbed. The shred of dignity you had left tried to move off of him, but his hands kept you locked in place, mouth moving to suckle on your clit, letting you smother his face.

You almost fell over, riding his face as you came all over it. He caught your cum with his mouth, slurping it up just like before, like he had been parched for weeks.

You were a panting mess above him, eyes shut and head thrown back, still overwhelmed with pleasure even when his mouth pulled back for air.

Truthfully, Felix had been almost suffocated by your thighs and your sopping cunt. But he'd done it to himself. He didn't care about the lack of air as long as he had your cunt on his face. He panted beneath you, gauging your face from where he lay as he caught his breath.

But once he'd gotten enough air, and you still weren't over the orgasm, he went back in. I mean, your warm pussy was still right in his face - so tempting, almost begging for his attention. He just had to.

You practically flinched when his mouth met your cunt again, the only thing holding you steady being his hands that kept you in place. You tugged on his hair, like that would make him stop, but he only moaned against you at the feeling, the vibrations almost making you cry.

"F-Felix..! Felix, s-stop-. I-it's too much!" you choked out, body heaving as your knees gave out beneath you. You lost your balance and had to settle for holding yourself up against the mattress as Felix continued his assault on your cunt.

"Just one more... one more, baby... you can do it..." Again, his words came out muffled against you. But even if his mouth wasn't buried against your cunt, you weren't sure you'd be able to comprehend his words anyway with the waves of pleasure currently crashing down on you.

High-pitched sounds of agony or pleasure or both left your mouth, out of your control, and you weren't even fully aware of it, too far gone. Your hips twitched and thighs ached from the position he had you in, but all you felt was your next orgasm closing in on you, swirling around in the pit of your stomach.

The corners of your eyes stung with tears, barely able to catch your breath as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. But it was much more intense than before, your body tensing up as you came.

"L-Lix! Lix-! C-coming..!"

Felix groaned beneath you as you came, followed by even more of your juices when you squirted, soaking his face. Just then his own hips thrusted into the air, and at the feeling of your cum hitting his face, he came too, moaning against your cunt before pulling away to catch his breath.

It had been all he needed - he should be embarrassed, really, to have cum in his pants like this. But he wasn't - far from it. He didn't need anything other than being stuck between your thighs like this to get him off.

You hadn't even noticed him coming, gasping for air yourself, unsure of your surroundings as you crashed onto the mattress. Felix released your legs then, looking over at you to check if you were okay. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face as he rolled you onto your back, rubbing your sides affectionately.

Even with his face still dripping with your cum and his sweatpants soiled, he needed to check on you first.

"Hey, baby. Are you good?" he asked softly, watching as you still tried to catch your breath.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you could just about manage a nod and a quick look at his wet face. You groaned. "Did... did I seriously squirt on you?" You would've been more embarrassed if he hadn't just completely wrecked you.

He chuckled, gently brushing your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, you did. It was amazing."

You groaned again, but he didn't pay it much mind, leaving for the bathroom instead. He came back with two glasses of water and a new pair of sweats for himself, his face dry now. And you were a little more conscious, to say the least.

"Thank you," you said when he handed you the glass, sitting up a little to drink from it. He kissed your cheek in response, taking a sip of his own glass before standing up to change into the sweatpants.

Your eyes widened, having just noticed the dark patch on the crotch part of them, making it obvious what had happened while he was busy pleasuring you. He noticed your staring and felt his face heat up despite himself. "I couldn't help it when you were moaning like that and... well, I think I'm gonna have to make you squirt like that every time. It was too good."

Somehow you were the one with a hot face now, and chose to drink from your glass to spare yourself the embarrassment. Even then, you found it hot how Felix had gotten off to pleasuring you. You surely didn't mind it.

He changed into the new sweatpants with his back turned to you, and you couldn't help but check him out from behind, enjoying the view for the few seconds it was there.

He sat down on the edge of the bed once fully changed, grabbing a wet cloth off the nightstand you hadn't even noticed before. You still felt a little delirious, that much was certain. He carefully spread your legs, wiping down your inner thighs and then your sensitive cunt, making sure you were fully clean. Once done, he set the cloth aside again.

You were both silent for a moment before he spoke up quietly, "It wasn't too much for you at the end, was it? I'm sorry if I got a little carried away..." He cleared his throat, his eyes not meeting yours for a second as he rested a hand on your waist, a silent comfort.

You managed a small smile, placing your hand over his before leaning in to kiss him. He hummed, kissing you back instantly, cupping your cheek. When you pulled back your eyes met his, still glistening from the aftermath of your intimacy.

"It was perfect. A little overwhelming, but I really enjoyed it, Lix. Did you?" You felt like you already had the answer to that but you were just making sure. You had to ask.

"Are you serious? That was the best thing I've ever done." His eyes widened enthusiastically, his hand clasping yours. You both just smiled at each other for a while, giddy about the new step in your relationship.

His phone dinged then, where it lay on the nightstand, and seeing who it was from, he grabbed the phone off the table. A small wince escaped him, scratching the back of his head before showing the text to you.

"Somebody isn't as happy as us, that's for sure..."

You looked at the text from Seungmin, grimacing at the screen;

The words you choose to live by are as follows: do something worth writing, then write something worth reading. And that’s exactly what you’ve been doing for the past four years. You have, arguably, one of the best jobs in the entire world. As a travel blogger for a major publication, your sole purpose in life is to see the world and write about it, and hopefully inspire others to see it too.

The breeze on the top deck feels warm as it hits your face, and the smell of the fresh salty air makes you feel hopeful for the rest of your trip. You’ve scored a trip on the Starlost for this assignment, the cruise line’s latest and most luxurious ship. Your company has given you a full suite with an ocean view, and they prefer that the readers have the inside scoop on the ultimate experience.

You pull out your phone and take a few shots of the view. The ship is huge—you’re honestly not sure if you’ll have enough time to explore everything in the next five days, but you’re determined to try.

After spending some time wandering the ship and mentally cataloguing all of the places you’d like to visit, you decide to check out one of the ship’s main attractions. It’s the perfect time, right as the sun is going down, and all of the families with young children head to bed.

Club Miroh is the hot spot of the cruise line for young adults, according to the information pamphlet you read when you got your assignment. The lights are dim and brightly colored, and the bass booms through the speakers. 

You sit at the bar, scanning the young crowd. You take a couple of photos of the atmosphere, hoping to convey the youthful and fun vibe to your audience. Maybe in the beginning you’d dance with a few strangers or chat it up with the bartender, but people watching was a hobby you slowly picked up and enjoyed far more.

A couple makes their way to the dance floor, and you imagine what their life must be like. Maybe they left the kids at home, determined to spend quality time together and go on adventures while they’re still young. Or maybe they just met tonight, two singles just looking for a night of fun.

“A tequila sunrise for the lady?” The bartender’s voice cuts through the music as he sets down the orange and yellow drink in front of you.

“Oh, I didn’t order that…,” your voice trails off as you shake your head.

“Ah, the gentleman over there sent it over.” He gestures to the other side of the bar to a man seated alone. You look over at the man and see him hunched over the bar, drinking a dark liquor out of his glass. Eyes trained directly at you.

He’s very handsome. No, scratch that, he’s gorgeous. His long black hair is slicked back, and he’s wearing a dark button-up and jeans that are probably worth your entire paycheck.

You tip your glass to him before taking a sip as a thank you. He lifts his own glass in return, a sly smirk appearing on his face. Before you know it, he’s sliding into the stool next to you.

“Hyunjin,” he says as he introduces himself, his voice low and sultry. It’s not often that a stranger leaves you speechless by looks alone, but he definitely does.

Other than your obvious nervousness, the conversation flows quite well. He’s an artist from Korea, and also flying solo on this cruise. You don’t ask why, whether he had someone he was supposed to come with, or if this was his plan all along.

It’s a quarter to midnight when he leans in close, the spice of his cologne filling your nostrils, and whispers in your ear, “Come dance with me.”

The floors vibrate as you step onto the dance floor, guided by Hyunjin. The flashing lights reflect on every nearby surface and illuminate the crowd. You sidestep a couple of drunken passengers, leaning into Hyunjin for support. He smiles at you as he lets you hold onto him.

He takes your hand and starts to move to the beat. You’re not the greatest dancer, but you try your best to loosen up. You accidentally step on his foot, and you look up at his face in horror as you profusely apologize. But he just laughs it off. His laughter is contagious, and for the first time this trip, nothing exists beyond this moment.

He leans in close and says the words you’ve been waiting to hear all night.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You’re no stranger to a hookup in international waters. It’s not exactly a common occurrence, but it does happen. You just skip over that part of the night when you go back to write about it the next day, your boss never the wiser.

Your back hits the door as it locks, Hyunjin’s lips attacking yours once you’re both alone. His hands held your hips firmly as he rolled his into yours. You can feel his cock straining through his pants, eager to be free.

He peels you off the door and guides you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge, and the two of you topple over onto it.

His hands move from your waist to your thighs, hiking your dress up. He moves his mouth to your neck, kissing and nipping up the side. Your hands are busy tugging at his clothes and his belt all at the same time.

He steps back to unbutton and snatch his shirt off, then undoes his belt and jeans with one hand while leaning over you. He is so fucking sexy, you almost wish you had gotten to know him a bit better before doing this.

You pull him closer with your legs, craving his touch. He hikes your dress even higher, and dips his head even lower, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your belly just above your waistline.

“Fuck, Hyunjin—please,” you plead, raking your hands through his gelled-up hair.

He doesn’t reply, he just kneels on the floor in front of the bed. He slides your lacy black panties down before spreading your thighs wide. His fingers part your folds, giving him a perfect view of your cunt. And then, he lets a string of spit fall directly on your clit.

He’s playing with his food. That’s how you feel anyway, not that you’re complaining. You let out a whine, partially from impatience but mostly because you can’t believe he’s so hot and a little freaky. Then, finally, you let out a noise that sounds like somewhat of a cross between a sigh and a moan once his tongue finally touches you. 

The man eats like he’s in a desert, and your juices are the only thing that can quench his thirst. His tongue is long, reaching in spots you didn’t even know existed. He leaves long licks from your entrance to your clit, savoring every drop you give him.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he hums, sucking your juices up.

He uses his thumb to trace your folds, taking note of what makes you squirm so that he can do it again. It’s not long before he’s pressing two fingers inside of you, curling them just the right way to make you see stars.

“Fuck—keep going, I’m gonna come,” you cry.

“That’s the goal, sweetheart.” He’s smug, which makes him hotter. You want to roll your eyes from annoyance, but they end up rolling for entirely different reasons.

He picks up his pace, fucking you with his fingers while his tongue circles your clit. Your cunt is making the juiciest sounds, and he’s eating all of it up. He’s rutting against the side of the bed, chasing friction for himself, making the bed squeak under the two of you. 

He’s intense, but not in an overstimulating way. Everything he does is just perfect. You thank the stars in your head because not once have you had to give him instructions, a rarity these days. You’re straining to keep your orgasm back, wanting to feel this for as long as possible.

“Come on, give it to me,” he says, and you can’t hold it back any longer. 

Your orgasm crashes over you, hard, and you cry out in pleasure. Your cunt pulses around his fingers, and your thighs latch on the sides of his head as he coaxes you through it, slowing his movements down gradually. Your legs are still shaking by the time he leans down to plant a kiss over your clit.

“Holy shit,” you say, because they’re the only words you can think of after having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

He stands up to lean over you, wiping your juices on the back of his hand before leaning down for a kiss. You reach for his waist and start to pull his boxers down when he stops you, grabbing your wrist.

You look at his eyes, waiting for an explanation.

“You don’t need to—,”

“I want to.” God, what you wouldn’t give to have this man’s dick inside of you.

“No, it’s not that. It’s—I, um…I already came.”

You blink at him. He stands up straighter to show you, and sure enough, you look down and see a wide wet patch on the front of his boxers. Your brain doesn’t compute because it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.

“I, uh, tend to get off on other people’s pleasure more…” His voice trails off as he explains himself. 

You think about getting down on one knee, right then and there. 

“I hear there’s a chapel on the ship,” you joke.

He laughs, trying to hide the blush that’s forming on his face. “You trying to make an honest man out of me already?”

“After that—absolutely,” you chuckle, still coming down from your high. “But I’ll buy you dinner first.”

“How about a shower first?”

The water runs off your back as you watch him lather himself up. You were expecting this to be more awkward, or maybe he’d want to bolt right after. But his lingering presence felt more comforting than you’d expected.

You almost invite him to spend the night, before stopping yourself. He’s a stranger that you just met, maybe he has other plans, other people he wants to see. You don’t insist when he goes to leave.

“I’ll see you around, I hope,” he says as he’s getting dressed. And you really, really hope you do, too.

He excuses himself from your room, and the silence fills the cabin with the click of the lock. You feel a smile creep across your face before you can stop it. This trip is going to be one for the books, you can already tell.

The pool deck is crowded when you arrive shortly after lunch. The sun is especially hot today, given the lack of trees and buildings to provide shade while at sea. Still, you strap your bikini on and find a quieter corner to sunbathe in while dipping your toes in the pool. You throw your head back, soaking up the sunlight, and relax.

“Is this seat taken?” A voice breaks through your thoughts and startles you.

You open your eyes to a man you don’t recognize. He’s on the shorter side, and he could definitely use some sunscreen, judging by the bright red that coats his skin. He’s really, really not your type.

He sits down next to you before you have the chance to protest. At first, he sits way too close, so you scoot out of his way, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. You’re polite, nodding your head to whatever he’s saying, which is a long-winded speech about how fascinating cruise ships are. 

It’s boring. Mind-numbingly boring, and this man is not attractive enough for you to pretend to be interested.  You should really leave. You’re not interested, and you don’t want to waste the man’s time, or yours, any longer than necessary.

“I should go—,”

“Wait wait, one more thing—,”

“Darling?” you hear as a familiar figure approaches from your peripheral vision.

Hyunjin. He looks down at the two of you, loose tank top, dark swim trunks, and sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose. You can’t help but beam as he sits down.

“Hi, honey,” you say sweetly, leaning into his shoulder. “This gentleman was just telling me about…sorry, what was it about boats?”

“It was cruise ships, and never mind, you’re clearly not interested.”

He gets up before you can give him a polite goodbye, which is probably for the best. Maybe you should have said something sooner, but the look on that man’s face when Hyunjin sat down was priceless.

What are you even thinking? He probably just saw you from across the way, noticed the uninterested look on your face, and decided to step in to save you from embarrassment. He’s not yours, he’s just a nice guy.

“Thank you,” you stifle a laugh as the man walks out of view. “I had no idea what he was talking about.”

“You looked like you were in trouble,” he says with a smile. “And like you needed a refill.”

He places a cold glass into your hand, the same pinkish orange drink you’d sipped on the previous night.

“Another one?” you ask, playfully. “Careful, or I might start thinking you like me.”

“I do,” he says plainly. “You like me, too.” He laughs as he finishes his drink. You feel a flutter in your stomach, like he knows exactly what you want to hear. 

“Says who?” you ask, eyebrow raised. You definitely like him, but you’re not about to give him the satisfaction just yet. 

“Says God. I went to the chapel and asked him myself.”

“There is not a chapel on board,” you laugh, snorting a bit. “I made that up.”

“There is. I just went.” His straight, convincing face makes you laugh harder.

“You’re very humble, you know that?” you tease, pushing his shoulder a bit. 

“You love it,” he winks, and your heart does a stupid little flip. To your surprise, he excuses himself, stands up, and leaves you to finish your drink and sunbathe alone. He disappears into the crowd of people, and you’re still smiling to yourself. 

You want to ask him out, maybe to dinner at your next port, but you decide against it. You like him a bit too much, you think, and it’s easier not to let yourself have something if it’s just going to be ripped away from you in the end. Korea’s far, after all.

You go to bed that night wondering what it might feel like to fall asleep next to him.

Who are you to deny yourself the finer things in life? That’s the question you ask yourself as you’re pacing back and forth in your suite, getting ready for the evening.

Maybe Korea is too far. Maybe it’s too far for anything serious, but this is a vacation. It’s five days of living your life to the fullest so you can go back and tell everyone how cool the world is. And living your life to the fullest means asking out the man who made you see stars and not caring where it ends up.

You check yourself in the mirror. It’s a beach port, and you’re hoping to spend most of the day relaxing in the sand and swimming in the ocean. Your swimsuit shows off your body, and your coverup leaves little to the imagination—exactly how you want it.

Making stops in different countries is one of your favorite parts of a cruise. It’s fun to see the beaches, the different towns, and maybe do a fun activity or two while you’re there. The locals are always helpful, pointing out the best restaurants and the places you must see.

But today you have a different mission.

You spot him hunched over the beach bar, laughing with the bartender. He notices you almost immediately, his smile wide as he waves you over. His hair is wavier today, curling at the ends. It’s fluffy, and you have to resist the urge to find out if it’s as soft as it looks.

He orders you the same drink he’s ordered for you the past few days, before leaning in close. “I want to show you something.”

You follow him down the beach, drink in one hand and your sandals in the other, before you reach an area where the beach curves inland. It’s more secluded, away from the big crowds, and the water looks calmer.

“I swear it looks bluer from this side,” he says, sitting down in the sand. You’re close enough to the water to see the bubbles from the waves, but far enough so you won’t get wet. The sight is beautiful, with the sun starting to go down, and the colors in the sky complement the ocean well.

“Why tequila sunrises?” you ask him as you look down at your drink, taking a sip.

He glances at the glass, then shrugs his shoulders. “You didn’t complain the first time.”

You huff out a laugh. “So you’ve just decided that’s my drink forever?”

“Until proven otherwise.”

“What if I wanted something else?”

His lips curve into a smile. “You’d tell me.”

It’s not a romantic answer, but something about the simplicity of it makes your heart warm. The suggestion that if you wanted something different, all you had to do was ask and he would oblige has the butterflies in your stomach going wild.

The conversation begins to dwindle as the sun sets. You look beside you, and Hyunjin isn’t looking at the sunset anymore. He has a book in his lap and is delicately flipping through the pages.

“What’s that?” you ask, gesturing to the pad of paper in his lap.

“A sketchbook.”

“Oh yeah, you’re an artist. What do you draw?”

He flips through the notebook and shows you tons of tiny sketches of different figures. A man holding a child’s hand on the beach. A couple leaned against the railing, staring fondly at each other. A woman quietly reading a book in a corner.

They’re all people. Different kinds of people, from all over the world. 

“They’re my muses.”

It’s beautiful. Not just the drawings, but the craft itself. The skill it takes to see something and then draw it out on paper, the patience it takes to make sure the lines are all right, the passion and the will to want it to get it right—it’s all so inspiring.

He has such a beautiful view of life. And not only life, but the people who make up the world you live in. 

“Can I do one?” you ask. You may not be an artist or really the best at drawing in general, but you recognize the art and the beauty behind it and want to give it a go.

He flips the book to a fresh page and hands it to you along with a pen. You look around the beach at all the people, and decide there is only one person worthy of drawing.

You turn your body to face him confidently, staring at the features on his face. He gets the hint and poses with a hand on his chin and a big smile on his face. His cheeks are all bunched up, and his eyes are squeezed shut. The sight of him makes you laugh. He looks a bit ridiculous, but it fills you with a warmth you find hard to describe.

“Sit still,” you say after a couple of minutes of silence. Your lines are jagged because you can’t stop laughing, and the light is getting lower as the sun goes down. You hope that he doesn’t judge your awful drawing, but there’s nothing you’d change about this moment.

“You look cute when you’re concentrated.”

“Shhhh! I’m working.” He barks out a laugh.

It’s hard to concentrate when every time you look up, he’s staring at you. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that makes your heart skip.

“Done,” you finally announce. 

He scoots back towards you to get a closer look. You hand him the sketchbook to show him, and he bursts out into laughter.

“It’s not that bad!” you argue, crossing your arms in defense.

“No, no, no. It’s beautiful.”

It’s objectively terrible. His eyes are uneven as hell, his nose is crooked, and his hair….you’re not even sure you gave him enough hair. And you forgot about his ears.

“It doesn’t even look like you,” you say, pouting a bit. You did try really hard, but it’s just not your thing.

“Well, I love it anyway.” 

He’s so much softer than you first thought. You admire so much about him, from the way he carries himself to his outlook on life and how he views the people around him, even strangers. 

You don’t even realize that your eyes are locked on his until he starts to lean in closer. Your lips meet, much softer than the first. He brings a hand to your cheek, caressing you gently. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and he follows. You swear the only thing missing is fireworks behind your head.

“We have to get back on the ship,” he pulls back to whisper. “Come to my suite.” 

You nod, and he helps you to your feet, brushing sand off both of you before walking back onto the dock.

His suite is massive—on the top level of this side of the ship, with a beautiful ocean view. The king-size bed sits perfectly in the middle of the space, and there’s even a fireplace. Your company would have never put you up in a place like this.

“Wow,” you say, gaping at the room. “How successful of an artist are you?”

Maybe the question is in poor taste, but when he said artist, you assumed it was a “starving artist” kind of vibe. Not this.

But he laughs it off. “A couple of my paintings sold at a charity auction not long ago.”

Successful enough to have paintings sell at an auction, apparently. Wealth isn’t something you’d normally care about, but being successful at doing something you love is so hot.

There’s no point in dancing around it anymore. You want him badly. A grin spreads across your face as you pull him towards the bed. The nerves flutter in your stomach as you lie down, guiding him on top of you.

He kisses you with a burning passion, like you might never see each other again after tonight. He moves down from your mouth, kissing along your jawline. You thread your fingers through his hair and let out a small gasp when you look up.

There’s a mirror on the ceiling. A gigantic mirror, right above the bed. You can tell whoever designed the space tried to be fancy, adding some kind of etching details on it. Quite a choice for a cruise line, but maybe a bit exciting nonetheless.

He looks up at you when he hears you, and follows where you’re looking before bursting out in laughter.

“I’ll be honest, I had no idea that would be there when I booked this.”

“It’s kind of hot though,” you reply. He looks at you with wide eyes for a moment before going back to kissing you.

You’re barely wearing anything for him to take off, but something about him carefully untying your bikini strings sends your head spinning.

He works his way down from your neck to your chest, before kneading at your breasts and taking one in his mouth. He moves his tongue around your nipple before sucking gently, and you let out a moan when he lets go with a pop.

“I love it when you make that sound,” he sighs, taking your other breast into his mouth.

You tug on his tank top, signaling him to take it off. He peels it off his back and tosses it on the floor somewhere. He reaches down between the two of you and tugs your bottoms lower, sliding them off to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Your legs part for him instantly, and you can already tell you’re soaked. He sucks at your neck at the same time he dips his hand between your legs, and collects some of your juices before bringing it up to his lips for a taste.

“You taste so good,” he whispers in your ear.

“Let me taste you, too,” you say softly. You reach down to palm him through his shorts, and he lets out a moan into your ear. 

You push him back gently, feeling up his toned torso and pressing your lips to his neck. He still smells good after a day at the beach. You suck at the spot just above his collarbone before you work your way down to his chest, leaving a trail of kisses as you go.

“Leave as many marks as you want,” he says gently, combing his fingers through your hair. Something possessive inside you triggers, and you leave several bruises down his torso.

You reach his sharp V line and pause for a moment, untying the strings on his swim trunks and sliding them down slowly, licking your lips. His hardened dick hits his torso with a heavy thump. He’s gifted in more ways than one, to say the least.

You start by licking a slow stripe up his shaft before you chicken out, earning you a moan from him.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” he says, voice low as he slides his hand through your hair to pull it out of the way. “You look so pretty on your knees for me.”

His words embolden you as you drag your tongue up his length again, slower, before swirling it around the head of his cock. The taste of his precum hits your mouth, making you hum around it.

“Fuck, just like that,” he says, grip tightening in your hair. He tries to keep from bucking into your mouth too soon, letting you set the pace.

You take him in slowly, relaxing your throat and letting him sink all the way in. Your head bobs up and down, your hand stroking at the base of what you can’t fit.

“Shit, your mouth feels incredible,” he groans. “Look at me, I want to see those pretty eyes.”

You glance up at him through your lashes, hollowing your cheeks as you take him deeper. His moans are getting louder, and he can’t stop his hips from bucking up into you.

“Fuck, come here,” he says, guiding you off of him slowly. “I’ll come right now if you keep looking at me like that.”

You crawl your way back up his body, licking the salty taste of his precum from your lips. He pulls you in for a kiss, and you grind down against him, the skin-on-skin contact driving you wild.

“I need you inside me,” you gasp between kisses. “Please.”

He flips the two of you around, and you giggle as your back hits the mattress. You pull him in for another kiss before inhaling sharply as he dips his hand between your legs.

“Tasting me really got you goin’, huh?” he teases, slowly running his fingers through your folds. 

“Fuck—Hyunjin, please, I need you.” You’re not ashamed to beg for him, hoping your desperation turns him on.

“I got you, baby, just wanna make sure you can take all of me.”

The stretch burns as he nudges the head of his cock inside. Your legs wrap around his legs instinctively, pulling him closer. The two of you let out a chorus of moans as he sinks in deeper, much too slow for your liking.

“Holy—fuck, you’re so right,” he hisses in your ear, hand gripping your hip hard.

He slams in the rest of the way until he’s buried to the hilt. The fullness is overwhelming in the best way. You look up at the ceiling, the visual of him fucking you makes your head spin.

“You gonna watch while I ruin you?” he grunts in your ear as he starts to move. 

You can’t even bring yourself to respond, the feeling of him sliding against your walls makes your brain fuzzy.

“Harder,” you manage to get out.

“Yeah? You want it rough?” He brings a hand to your throat, squeezing the sides gently. The circulation being cut off sends your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

He sets a punishing pace as you watch the reflection of him fucking you. The sounds of skin on skin clapping together fill the room, mixed with his grunts and your moans.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, slowing to kiss your temple. “Fucking made for me.”

Your cunt clenches around him at his words. “I’m yours,” you mutter out as he picks up his pace again.

“Come for me, baby. I’ve got you.” He moves his hand from your hip and slides it between you, rubbing quick circles on your clit. At the same time, he gives your throat a light squeeze. His thrusts get sloppier as he gets closer to his own release. 

The combination sends you over the edge. You see stars, and you cry out his name as your orgasm hits you hard. Hyunjin follows right after you with a deep moan, burying himself deep as his cock pulses inside you.

He stays inside for a long moment, letting you both catch your breath. He leans down to wipe loose strands of hair from your face and press a soft kiss to your lips.

Your mind starts to race when he pulls out to get a clean towel for the two of you. You really, really like him, and the idea of flying home and never seeing him again feels like a punch to the gut.

Hyunjin opens the balcony door to let fresh air in before lying down next to you. Neither of you speaks for a long while, just cuddled up in each other’s arms, tracing lazy patterns over each other’s skin.  

“Korea’s too far,” you mumble, the sadness evident in your voice.

His hand stills for a moment before he lets out a long sigh. “Yeah, it is.” He smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

It’s too good to be true, too perfect to keep. You want to bottle up these small moments you’ve had together and hold them close forever. 

“I have an idea,” he says. “What if we book this same cruise next year? Same dates, same place, same ship. I’ll even book the same room so we can have the mirror again.”

You laugh, giving him a playful slap on the arm. But you look up at him and nod your head. “I think I like that.”

“We don’t have to figure everything out tonight. But maybe we can have this again. Maybe a little more next time.”

You bring his jaw closer to yours, kissing him slowly.

“Deal.”

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The first thing you saw when Chaewon turned off the main road was a wooden sign nailed between two posts at the edge of the trees.

CAMP SKZ

Strength. Kindness. Zeal.

You stared at it through the windshield, your iced coffee sweating between your knees.

“Screaming. Kid. Zoo,” you said.

Chaewon laughed hard enough that the car swerved slightly on the gravel. “We haven’t even parked yet, bitch.”

“I’m preparing myself.”

“You’re going to love it.”

The road curved beneath a canopy of pine trees before opening into a clearing. Cabins sat in neat rows along dirt paths, dark green with cream trim and little wooden signs hanging near the steps. The main lodge stood at the center of camp with a wraparound porch and a bell mounted beside the door. Farther down, the lake flashed blue through the trees, bright under the afternoon sun.

Counselors were already everywhere. Some carried bags. Some dragged coolers. Someone near the sports field was fighting with a volleyball net that had wrapped itself around his leg. Music played faintly from somewhere near the mess hall, interrupted by laughter, shouts, and the slam of car doors.

Chaewon parked beside Cabin Three and turned off the engine.

You sat there for a second.

She nudged your arm. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Just accepting that I voluntarily gave up six weeks of air conditioning.”

“You also gained practical experience for your social work degree.”

“I could’ve done that indoors.”

“You would’ve hated indoors.”

You opened your door and stepped into warm air that smelled like pine, dust, sunscreen, and lake water. You grabbed your backpack and reached for your duffel just as someone jogged past the parking area carrying two stacked coolers against his chest. He moved quickly over the gravel, shoulders broad beneath a fitted gray shirt, arms locked around the cooler handles like they weighed nothing. His black shorts clung to thick thighs, and his hair was damp at the edges from the heat.

A voice called from the lodge porch. “Changbin! Chan said those go by the mess hall!”

The guy turned his head. “I know. I’m saving them from Jisung.”

“I didn’t do anything!” another voice yelled from inside.

“Yet.”

“No one respects me here!”

The guy, Changbin, laughed and kept walking.

You realized you were still holding your duffel strap without lifting it.

Chaewon followed your gaze. “Oh,” she said.

You pulled the bag from the trunk. “What?”

“You’re studying social work, not anatomy, girlfriend.”

You shoved your backpack higher on your shoulder and started toward the lodge. “Keep talking and I’ll request a different roommate cabin.”

“You can’t. I already claimed you.”

“Unfortunately.”

Inside the lodge, the main room was full of folding chairs, clipboards, name tags, and counselors trying to look normal while silently judging where to sit. You followed Chaewon to two chairs near the middle. A woman with a neat ponytail and a staff binder stood at the front, speaking to a guy who nodded with his whole attention.

“That’s Director Hong,” Chaewon whispered. “She runs the camp.”

A few minutes later, Director Hong clapped her hands once, and the room quieted.

“Welcome to Camp SKZ,” she said. “For those of you returning, welcome back. For those of you joining us for the first time, we’re glad you’re here. The next three days are staff training. Campers arrive on day four, which means you have three days to learn the grounds, your roles, the emergency procedures, and each other.”

Introductions came next.

Chan went first. He was the head counselor, assigned to leadership games, campfire circles, evening reflections, and night rounds. He had a calm, friendly way of speaking that made the room settle around him.

Minho handled nature trails and animal care, introducing himself plainly before telling everyone not to touch anything with teeth, venom, suspicious coloring, or an attitude.

Jisung ran games, skits, and cabin competitions, which explained why he had already made three people laugh before orientation started.

Hyunjin handled arts, mural painting, and talent show costumes, speaking with enough passion about glitter supervision that even Director Hong looked amused.

Felix ran the baking club and kindness crew, warm and bright as he explained that campers would make simple treats and write notes for each other throughout the week.

Seungmin handled music, morning announcements, and talent show rehearsals with a polite smile that made it clear he would absolutely make children rehearse until they got the words right.

Jeongin led beginner archery and team games, relaxed and confident with a whistle already hanging around his neck.

Then Changbin stood.

You made a point of looking at his face, but it didn’t help much.

“I’m Changbin,” he said, one hand lifting in a small wave. “I’m studying kinesiology. I’ll be running athletics, strength challenges, canoe safety drills, and helping with any activity where someone might decide they’re stronger than common sense.”

Jisung leaned back in his chair with a frown. “You can just say my name.”

“I was being polite.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I was trying.”

The female counselors followed.

Bestie Chaewon handled drama games and cabin bonding, which fit her perfectly because she could make forced group activities feel almost normal.

Yunjin led waterfront activities and swim safety, sunglasses perched on her head, whistle ready, voice strong enough to cut across a lake.

Minji ran crafts and friendship bracelets, sweet until she began discussing bead organization with startling seriousness.

Hanni handled dance and movement games, smiling as she promised to make even reluctant campers move by the end of the summer.

Nari took quiet hour, the reading corner, and puzzles, her voice soft but steady.

Jisoo led gardening and outdoor science, already excited about the herb beds and the little greenhouse behind the mess hall.

Kazuha handled yoga, stretching, and morning warm-ups by the lake.

When it was your turn, you stood with your clipboard against your chest. “I’m studying social work,” you said. “I’ll be helping with camper care, cabin check-ins, conflict resolution, and general emotional damage control.”

Chan nodded solemnly. “We’ll need that.”

“Especially from the counselors,” Seungmin said, glancing at Jisiung.

Jisung pointed at him. “You all are obsessed with me.”

“I didn’t name you.”

“You looked right at me.”

You sat back down, and Chaewon leaned toward you.

“Good intro,” she whispered.

“Thanks. I blacked out.”

After orientation, Director Hong walked everyone through the rules. No campers alone near the lake. No hiking without two counselors. No food in cabins unless you wanted bugs, raccoons, or a lecture from Minho. No swimming without Yunjin present. No campfires without Chan or Director Hong. No using the emergency golf cart unless it was a real emergency.

Jisung raised his hand. “What counts as a real emergency?”

Director Hong looked at him.

He lowered his hand. “I know.”

Staff week moved quickly after that.

You unpacked in Cabin Three with Chaewon, fought over the bed by the window, lost because Chaewon had already put her pillow there. You toured the mess hall, infirmary, craft cabin, waterfront, sports field, hiking trails, storage sheds, and the little patch of garden beds behind the kitchen. By the end of the first day, your shoes were dusty, your shirt clung to your back, and you had already learned that camp maps looked cute until you were the person trying to follow them.

You also learned that Changbin was very helpful.

He carried coolers. He moved tables. He fixed a wobbly bench outside the mess hall because he had noticed it during the tour. He helped Minji lift craft bins onto a high shelf. He took a stack of folded camp shirts from Felix before Felix could insist he had them. He moved through camp like his body was always ready to be useful.

On the second day, you rotated through everyone’s activity areas so you could understand where campers might need support. Baking club with Felix smelled like cinnamon and sugar even before anything went in the oven. Arts with Hyunjin involved brush washing rules, canvas labeling, and a warning that creative freedom did not include painting on cabin walls again. Quiet hour with Nari was peaceful enough that you considered hiding there until August.

Then you reached athletics.

Changbin stood under the shade of a large oak with his clipboard tucked under one arm. He had changed into black shorts and a sleeveless staff shirt, which felt deeply unnecessary and also unavoidable. Sweat had dampened the hair at the nape of his neck. His shoulders looked broad enough to be unfair.

You walked up beside him and forced yourself to look at the equipment.

“Social work has brought me to sandbags,” you said.

He laughed. “You sound thrilled.”

“I’m open-minded.”

“You look suspicious.”

“I can be both.”

He walked you through each station. Relay races for teamwork. Obstacle courses for confidence. Strength challenges adjusted by age. Balance games for campers who hated running but still wanted to feel included. He spoke clearly, not rushing, and every explanation came back to safety and encouragement.

“You really thought this out,” you said.

He shrugged. “Kids remember when adults make them feel weak.”

You looked at him. He kept his eyes on the field. “I don’t want to be that guy.”

The answer stayed with you longer than you expected.

Later that afternoon, during canoe safety training, Changbin demonstrated emergency carries with Jisung, who seemed far too excited to be rescued.

“Lift me like I matter,” Jisung said, standing with his arms out.

Changbin sighed. “You matter less every time you speak.”

“Cruel.”

Changbin still lifted him easily, shifting Jisung over his shoulder while the group clapped and laughed.

You watched the movement of Changbin’s arms, the stability in his stance, the way he carried Jisung like it cost him almost nothing. Changbin set him down and looked across the group.

“Anyone else want to try being carried?”

His eyes landed on you. You felt heat creep up your neck.

“No,” you said immediately.

He grinned. “I didn’t say your name.”

“You looked at me.”

“You can hear smiles and read looks now?”

“With enough suspicion, yes.”

He crossed his arms, which did not help the arm situation. “Scared?”

That was unfair.

You pushed your clipboard into Chaewon’s chest and stepped forward. “Fine.”

Changbin crouched in front of you. “Piggyback is easiest.”

“Don’t drop me.”

He looked back over his shoulder. “You think I’m going to drop you?”

“I just met you yesterday.”

He laughed, and you climbed onto his back before you could overthink it. His hands hooked securely under your thighs, warm through your shorts. Your arms settled around his shoulders. He stood slowly, and your stomach dropped for reasons that had nothing to do with height.

He was solid beneath you. Steady. “You good?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“You sound tense.”

“You’re holding my thighs in front of coworkers.”

His laugh came out low. “That would do it.”

He carried you across the grass with no visible effort, taking even steps while everyone watched. You tried to keep your face neutral. It was difficult when his shoulders moved beneath your arms and his hands stayed firm under your legs.

“Still good?” he asked.

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“I’m responsible.”

“You’re showing off.”

“Also that.”

You laughed, and his grip tightened for half a second before he lowered you carefully back to the grass. When your feet touched down, he didn’t immediately move away. Neither did you.

Chaewon coughed behind you. “So educational.”

You turned and snatched your clipboard from her hands.

By the time campers arrived the next morning, the staff had fallen into a loose rhythm. 

You also learned that Changbin could not say no when someone asked for help. That became obvious before lunch on the first camper day.

He carried luggage. Then more luggage. Then a stack of bunk mattresses someone wanted moved. Then water jugs. Then a box of sports jerseys. Then he tried to help Jisoo carry soil to the garden beds and almost walked straight into Director Hong.

“Changbin,” she said.

He froze with a bag of soil against his chest. “Yes?”

“Have you eaten?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. She raised her eyebrows.

You walked over and took the clipboard tucked under his arm. “I’ll finish check-ins for athletics. Go eat.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sweating through your shirt and you just tried to put gardening soil in the sports shed.”

He looked down at the bag.

Jisoo gently took it from him. “This one’s mine.”

Changbin rubbed the back of his neck. “Right.”

You pointed toward the mess hall. “Food.”

He smiled, sheepish. “You’re kind of scary.”

“I’m practicing for my future career.”

He leaned closer as he passed. “It’s working.”

Your heart kicked hard against your ribs.

The campers turned Camp SKZ into exactly what you had expected and nothing like you had imagined.

They arrived shy, loud, tearful, excited, sticky, sunburned, already missing home, already making friends, already losing water bottles. By the end of the first day, you had learned that a seven-year-old could cry over the wrong bunk with full-body devastation, a nine-year-old could ask forty-three questions about snakes without breathing, and a twelve-year-old could clock adult tension with terrifying accuracy.

Her name was Aria. She was in Cabin Five, wore friendship bracelets up both arms, and had the steady gaze of someone who missed nothing.

She found you on the second day while you were helping pass out orange slices after relay races.

“Do you like Counselor Changbin?”

You dropped an orange slice. “What?”

Aria looked over at Changbin, who was crouched by the water cooler helping a younger camper tie his shoe. “Because he likes you.”

You crouched to pick up the orange. “You should eat more fruit.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You’re very direct.”

“My mom says that.”

“She’s right.”

Aria took an orange slice from the bowl and narrowed her eyes. “He gets smiley when you walk over.”

“I think he’s just friendly, Aria.”

“No, Counselor Felix is friendly. Counselor Changbin is smiley.”

She walked away before you could recover. Across the field, Changbin looked up and caught your eye and smiled while waving.

Damn it.

The first two weeks moved in heat, noise, and routine.

You spent most days moving wherever you were needed. You helped Milo, a quiet camper who hated being away from home, find a book in Nari’s reading corner. You sat with Theo after he scraped his knee and insisted he could see bone. You mediated a fight between two girls who both wanted to be “the moon” in Hyunjin’s talent show backdrop. And you helped Felix talk a younger camper through the devastation of spilling flour everywhere.

Changbin’s athletics area quickly became one of the busiest parts of camp. Kids liked him because he made everything feel possible. He gave them choices. He let them try again. He celebrated effort without making it sound fake.

He was also extremely competitive.

You learned this during the first staff game night, when Jisung suggested charades and Changbin treated it like an Olympic event.

“No, no, no,” he said, leaning over the table as Chan pulled a slip from the bowl. “We need categories. We need a system.”

“It’s charades,” you said.

“It's a competition.”

“It’s people pretending to be lawn mowers.”

“And we should win by being the best lawn mowers.”

“You almost made Felix cry because he guessed pancake instead of waffle.”

Changbin turned to Felix. “I apologized.”

Felix smiled gently. “You did.”

You and Changbin kept ending up together after that. Sometimes it was staff scheduling. Sometimes it was Chaewon’s interference. Sometimes it was the campers, who started treating you like a matched set after Color War planning began. Sometimes it was just you finding him across the mess hall without meaning to, or him appearing beside you with an extra water bottle because you had forgotten yours again.

He was kind in ways that didn’t ask for attention.

His body was easy to notice. Everyone noticed it. The arms, the shoulders, the thighs, the way his staff shirt pulled across his chest when he lifted something heavy without thinking.

But the rest of him was harder to ignore.

By week three, Color War began.

Director Hong announced it at breakfast, and the mess hall exploded. Campers cheered, counselors groaned, Jisung stood on a bench until Chan told him to get down, and Seungmin immediately demanded rules in writing so he could find loopholes.

The teams were divided after lunch. Chan and Minji led Green. Yunjin and Felix led Blue. Minho and Nari led Purple. Hyunjin and Hanni led Yellow. Seungmin and Jisoo led Red.

You and Changbin got Orange.

Jisung and Jeongin were in charge of scorekeeping, which everyone was okay with.

“Why don’t I get a team?” Jisung demanded.

“Because last year you taught your team psychological warfare,” Chan said.

“It worked.”

“A camper cried because you told him Blue had eyes everywhere.”

“That was unrelated.”

“It was very related,” Jeongin said, pressing his lips together.

Orange team met under the shade of a pine tree after breakfast. You had twelve campers, including Milo, Theo, Aria, and two sisters who immediately asked if they could be co-captains.

Changbin clapped his hands once. “Okay. Team name ideas.”

“Orange Crushers,” Theo said.

“Fire Tigers,” one of the sisters offered.

“Cheese,” Milo said.

Everyone looked at him.

He shrugged. “Orange cheese.”

Changbin nodded seriously. “Strong option.”

You covered your mouth to keep from laughing.

Changbin crouched in front of the group. “What about Fire Foxes?”

Milo raised his hand slowly. “Can foxes be scared?”

“Sure,” you said. “Brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared.”

Milo nodded. “Then yes.”

So orange became the Fire Foxes.

Color War lasted three days and nearly ended several friendships.

There were relay races, canoe races, trivia, tug-of-war, obstacle courses, banner painting, skit battles, water balloon tosses, and one very serious marshmallow tower competition. Changbin treated every event like the championship match of his life, but he was never harsh with the kids. He got loud, encouraging, and ridiculous. He let Theo paint orange stripes across his cheeks, and carried Milo on his shoulders during the chant competition when Milo got too nervous to stand in front.

You tried to pretend it didn’t affect you.

The tug-of-war was the worst though.

Orange faced Blue in the final round. Yunjin stood on the opposite side with Felix and their team, looking far too confident. Changbin positioned the Fire Foxes along the rope, checking their hands and feet.

“Lean back,” he told them. “Use your legs. Listen to each other. Don’t yank early.”

Theo bounced in place. “Can we yell?”

“Absolutely.”

You stood beside Changbin at the back of the line. “You’re more excited than they are.”

“I love tug-of-war.”

“I can tell.”

“We’re going to win.”

“You know they’re children, right?”

“Our children.”

You looked at him sharply.

He didn’t seem to realize what he had said until a second later. His ears turned red.

You smiled slowly. “Our children?”

“Team children.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“You made it weird.”

Jeongin blew the whistle, and the rope snapped tight.

The Fire Foxes screamed immediately, some pulling in sync, some just making noise. Changbin planted his feet behind the last camper and shouted encouragement over their heads.

“Lean back! Good! Good, Milo, keep going! Theo, feet down! There you go!”

You shouted with him, laughing when Felix’s team began chanting “Blue! Blue! Blue!” across the line.

“Orange!” Changbin yelled.

“Orange!” the kids answered.

The flag in the center wavered. For a moment, Blue pulled ahead. Then Milo, face red with effort, yelled, “Fire Foxes unite!” The entire Orange team screamed and pulled.

The flag crossed the line. Orange won.

The kids lost their minds. Theo threw himself at Changbin’s waist. Aria grabbed your hand and jumped up and down. Milo smiled so widely it made your chest hurt.

Changbin looked at you over the chaos, face bright with sweat and orange face paint. “We won,” he said.

You laughed. “We did.”

He held up his hand. You high-fived him, but he caught your fingers for half a second before letting go. It was quick—probably nothing. But your heart treated it like something.

Week four was when everyone started to wear down.

The first burst of summer excitement had softened into exhaustion. Campers were homesick again in smaller, quieter ways. Counselors snapped at each other more easily. The heat pressed over the camp every afternoon until even Jisung ran out of energy.

Changbin began overdoing it again.

You saw it before anyone else did. He stayed late to fix the shed door. He covered Jeongin’s team games when Jeongin got a headache. He carried supplies to the waterfront. He helped Chan with night rounds. He ran athletics all morning, then joined canoe drills because Yunjin needed another adult.

Then the accident happened.

Minho led a nature hike with Cabin Four and Cabin Five, and you joined because Milo had been anxious that morning and asked if you were coming. Changbin came because the trail dipped near the creek and Director Hong wanted another counselor there. Jisung came because he claimed hikes needed a morale boost, which Minho argued against until Chan said it might help keep the campers entertained.

It was warm but not miserable under the trees. The campers moved in uneven clusters, stopping to look at mushrooms, interesting rocks, and one beetle that caused all the girls to scream. Jisoo identified plants along the way while Minho reminded everyone not to touch anything without asking.

Milo walked beside you near the back. “You think there are bears?” he asked.

“No.”

“You said that fast.”

“Because I feel confident.”

“What if there’s one bear?”

“Then Changbin will ask it to join tug-of-war.”

Milo looked ahead at Changbin, who was helping Theo cross a muddy patch. “He would win.”

“Probably.”

You heard Changbin laugh ahead of you, like he had caught part of it.

The trail narrowed after the creek. Minho led the group down a slope where roots crossed the dirt in thick lines. He warned everyone to go slowly. And for once, everyone listened.

Almost everyone.

Theo slipped first. His sneaker slid on loose dirt, and he grabbed at the closest thing to him, which happened to be your arm. You caught him before he fell fully, but the sudden pull knocked your weight sideways. Your foot landed wrong against a root, and pain shot through your ankle hard enough to make your vision flash.

You sat down fast, gripping Theo’s shoulder to keep him upright.

Changbin was there in seconds. “I’ve got him,” he said, steadying Theo.

Theo’s face crumpled. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to!”

You forced yourself to breathe through the pain. “Hey, look at me. You’re okay. I’m okay.”

“You’re hurt!”

“Yeah, but I’m not mad. Accidents happen.”

Minho crouched by your foot, careful as he checked the ankle. His face stayed calm, but his jaw tightened slightly. “Can you stand?” he asked.

You tried.Pain flared immediately.

“Nope,” you said, sitting back down. “Absolutely not.”

Jisung hovered behind him with wide eyes. “Do we need the emergency golf cart?”

Minho looked at the narrow trail. Jisung looked too. “Right,” he said. “No golf cart.”

Changbin crouched in front of you. “I’ll carry you.”

You looked at him. “It’s downhill.”

“I know.”

“That makes it harder.”

“I know.”

“You’re tired.”

His expression changed, just a little. “I can do it,” he said.

“Bin.”

The campers had gone quiet, all watching.

Changbin lowered his voice. “Let me help you.”

Your throat tightened at the softness of it.

You sighed and then reluctantly nodded.

He turned and crouched. You climbed onto his back carefully, trying not to jostle your ankle. His hands slid under your thighs, secure and warm. He stood slowly, testing your weight before taking the first step.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m conscious.”

“That’s one thing.”

“My pride is dead.”

“We’ll hold a service.”

You laughed despite the pain, forehead nearly brushing the back of his shoulder.

Minho led the group slowly. Jisung walked with the campers, distracting them with a story about the time he claimed to have been saved by a herd of deer.

Changbin moved carefully down the trail. Every step was controlled. You could feel the effort in his body, the way his back shifted beneath your chest, the way his breath deepened as the path dipped and turned. He warned you before uneven patches and tightened his grip when the ground got loose.

“You still okay?” he asked after a few minutes.

“You’re asking a lot of questions again.”

“You’re injured on my back. I’m allowed extra questions.”

“You love extra questions.”

He laughed, breathless this time. “Maybe.”

You rested your cheek near his shoulder and stopped teasing.

By the time you reached the infirmary, your ankle was swollen, Theo was crying again, Milo had handed you a crushed granola bar from his pocket, and Changbin’s shirt was damp with sweat.

Nurse Park checked your ankle and declared it a mild sprain. Ice, rest, elevation, no hiking, and limited activity for a few days.

Theo stood by the doorway, face miserable. You waved him over and he came slowly.

“I really am sorry,” he said.

“I know,” you said. “And I really am okay.”

“You’re not going to leave camp?”

“No.”

His shoulders relaxed.

Changbin stood near the foot of the cot, arms crossed, eyes still on your ankle.

You looked at him. “You okay?”

His gaze flicked up. He blinked. “Me?”

“You carried me down half a trail.”

“I’m fine.”

You tilted your head.

He sighed. “I’m sweaty and I want water.”

“See? Honesty. Growth.”

He smiled.

After that, the camp became unbearable because everyone had heard how Changbin carried you out of the woods.

Everyone.

By dinner, Jisung had already told three dramatic versions of the story. In one, Changbin had sprinted through the trees with you in his arms. In another, he had fought off a raccoon. In the third, he had lifted a fallen tree.

“There was no raccoon,” you said, sitting at the staff table with your ankle propped on an extra chair.

Jisung ignored you. “The raccoon had a knife.”

Minho set his tray down. “There was no racoon.”

“You weren’t looking.”

“I was leading the hike.”

“Exactly. Your back was turned. Raccoon opportunity.”

Changbin sat across from you, still looking tired, still looking pleased every time someone mentioned the carry even though he tried to hide it.

But underneath the jokes, something had changed.

Changbin stayed close. He walked you to meals. He carried your activity binder even when you told him not to. He sat with you during quieter parts of the day when your ankle had to stay elevated. He was careful not to hover in a way that made you feel helpless, but he noticed every wince, every shift, every time you tried to stand too quickly.

The final week came too fast.

Your ankle healed. The talent show took over the lodge. Hyunjin became intense about costumes, Hanni ran dance rehearsals until the campers begged for water breaks, Seungmin somehow got an entire group of ten-year-olds to sing on pitch, and Jisung hosted with enough chaotic confidence that everyone worried until it actually worked. Theo forgot his line during rehearsal, and Changbin crouched near the edge of the stage, gently telling him to say what he meant instead of worrying about perfect words.

On the final performance night, Theo did exactly that.

“Camp is scary at first,” he said, voice shaking into the microphone. “But then it gets less scary because people help you.”

Half the staff cried, Jisung and Felix being the loudest.

The next day, families began arriving after breakfast. Campers who had spent six weeks claiming they were ready to go home suddenly clung to counselors like they were being sent across the ocean. Parents collected luggage, crafts, damp towels, missing socks, and stories their children told too loudly.

Milo found you near the cabins with his backpack on and his eyes wet.

“You’re leaving too?” he asked.

“Tomorrow,” you said.

He nodded, looking down. You crouched carefully in front of him. “You did really well this summer.”

“I cried a lot.”

“But you also tried a lot.”

He thought about that. Then he pulled something from his backpack and handed it to you. It was a folded piece of paper, soft at the edges from being carried around.

You opened it after he hugged you before running off to find his parents. It was a drawing of you, Changbin, Milo, and a fox standing under a tree. Above it, in uneven letters, he had written:

CAMP WAS THE BEST!

You folded the paper again and pressed it against your chest.

After the families left, the camp felt strange.

The staff gathered in the mess hall for one last dinner, though no one was as loud as usual. People looked tired and emotional, picking at pasta, trading stories, pretending the end of camp wasn’t sitting right there beside them.

Later, as the sun started lowering behind the trees, Changbin found you outside Cabin Three.

He sat beside you, knees touching yours. You watched the empty field. The tire stacks were put away. The banners had been taken down. The volleyball net sagged slightly in the middle.

After a while, Changbin said, “Do you want to get out of here for a bit?”

You turned to him.

“There’s a place,” he said. “Past the ridge. Smaller lake. Quiet. Minho showed me during staff week.”

“You’re inviting me back into the woods.”

“I promise not to let you fall.”

“You said that like someone with a hero complex.”

“I have a mild hero complex.”

“It’s not mild and you know it.”

He smiled. “Come with me anyway.”

You should have said no. There was packing to do. Cabins to sweep. Forms to finish. A duffel bag on your bunk, still half-empty because you kept pretending tomorrow was not happening.

But the camp was too quiet, and Changbin was looking at you like the summer was not finished with either of you yet.

“Fine,” you said. “But if I sprain anything else, I’m billing you.”

“I accept the terms and conditions.”

The trail to the hidden lake was narrower than the others, tucked behind the older cabins and past a low ridge where the trees grew closer together. Changbin walked beside you, slowing when the ground got uneven even though your ankle had healed.

You noticed. He noticed you noticing.

“I’m not hovering,” he said.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

You smiled. “Maybe.”

The farther you walked, the quieter the camp became behind you. Then the trail dipped, and opened suddenly. The lake sat between the trees, smaller than the main one and completely still near the shore. The water caught the late sunlight in warm strips. A narrow wooden dock stretched out from the bank, weathered and uneven, the planks glowing from the heat of the day.

You walked to the end and looked out. “Damn,” you said quietly.

Changbin stood beside you. “Yeah.”

“You hid this all summer?”

“I didn’t hide it.”

“You didn’t mention it.”

“I was waiting.”

“For what?”

He looked at you. “For the right time.”

You turned back toward the water because it was safer than looking at him. “That was smooth.”

“I can be smooth.”

A breeze crossed the lake, moving over your skin. The sun was lower now, gold touching his face and shoulders. He looked tired from the summer, hair a little messy, shirt wrinkled, small scratches on his forearms from camp work. He also looked calm in a way you had not seen often. No campers to watch. No equipment to carry. No schedule to chase.

Just him. Just you.

Changbin stepped closer. “I wanted to kiss you after Color War,” he said suddenly.

Your pulse jumped. You looked at him, stunned. “After tug-of-war?”

“Yeah.”

“When you said our children?”

He closed his eyes briefly. “I was hoping you forgot that.”

“Not a chance.”

“I wanted to kiss you then,” he said, opening his eyes again. “And after the campfire. And pretty much every minute since I met you.”

Your throat tightened. “That’s a lot of almost kissing.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He reached for your hand, his fingers brushing yours first, asking without words. You let him take it. “I didn’t want to mess up camp,” he said. “Or make things awkward. Or make you feel like you had to let me down gently and then still eat breakfast across from me all summer.”

You smiled despite yourself. “That would’ve been horrible.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re very considerate.”

His thumb moved over your knuckles. You looked down at your joined hands, then back at him. “For the record, I wanted you to kiss me too.”

His expression changed slowly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

You pretended to think. “ Since staff week.”

He stared at you. “Staff week?”

“You carried coolers.”

“That’s all it took?”

You shrugged. “You had arms.”

He laughed, surprised and bright.

And then you tugged him closer by the hand. His smile faded as he leaned in.

The first kiss was softer than you expected.

Careful. Warm. Slow enough that you felt the restraint in it. His hand came up to your cheek, thumb settling near your jaw, and your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. 

You pulled him closer, and the kiss changed. His other hand found your waist. Yours slid up to his shoulder, then the back of his neck, damp curls brushing your fingers. He made a low sound against your mouth, and every almost from the past six weeks pressed into the space between you.

When you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours. “Fuck,” he whispered.

You laughed softly, breathless. “That’s one way to put it.”

“I’m trying to be normal.”

“How’s that going?”

“Bad.”

His hand tightened at your waist, and your stomach dipped.

The lake moved quietly beside the dock. You looked toward it and Changbin followed your gaze.

“No,” you said.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought something.”

“I was thinking the water looks nice.”

“You were thinking skinny dipping.”

His mouth twitched. “I can think two things.”

You stared at him for a second. Then you stepped back and pulled your shirt over your head.

Changbin froze.

You dropped the shirt onto the dock. “Are you coming or not?”

He blinked once. “I’m coming alright.”

“Don’t sound so shocked. You brought me to a secret lake at sunset after six weeks of almost kissing.”

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“That is, unfortunately, attractive.”

He laughed and pulled his own shirt over his head. You tried not to stare, but let’s be real—that was impossible.

The summer had shown you enough of him to be dangerous. Sleeveless shirts. Swim days. Athletics demonstrations. His arms around coolers, ropes, paddles, sandbags. But this was different. Bare chest, strong shoulders, hard abdomen, water-bright light touching his skin. He noticed your eyes move over him, and the pleased look on his face made you want to shove him into the lake.

“Yeah?”

“You have been visually aggressive all summer, sir.”

“Visually aggressive?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not a real phrase.”

“It is now.”

You unbuttoned your shorts before you lost your nerve, pushing them down your legs and stepping out of them. Changbin’s eyes dropped, then lifted quickly back to your face like he was trying to be respectful and failing in real time.

You smiled. “Yeah?”

“I’m responding.”

“Cute.”

He groaned. “Don’t call me cute right now.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m trying very hard not to embarrass myself.”

You stepped to the edge of the dock in your bra and underwear. “Try harder.”

Then you jumped.

The water was colder than you expected, closing over your head in a rush that shocked the heat right out of your skin. You came up gasping, pushing hair out of your face as Changbin laughed from the dock.

“That was brave,” he called.

“That was stupid. Get in.”

He jumped in beside you, sending up a splash that hit your face.

“Asshole,” you said, wiping water from your eyes.

He surfaced close, grinning. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No.”

The water settles around you, cool against your skin. You both swim for a while reliving the summer and moving through the lake as the sun lowered toward the trees. It felt unreal after weeks of noise and heat and responsibility.

By the time you climbed back onto the dock, both of you were soaked and breathless, your skin prickling in the evening air. The wooden planks were still warm from the sun. You sat near the edge, water dripping from your hair, and watched Changbin pull himself up after you.

He looked at you like he had run out of reasons to wait, pushing you down gently.

Your back met the dock a moment later, his body over yours, one hand braced beside your head. He kissed you deep, slow, his weight careful but present. Your legs parted for him without thinking, and he settled between them with a quiet groan.

The world narrowed to warm wood beneath you, cool lake water on your skin, and Changbin’s mouth moving over yours like he had been waiting all summer.

His fingers brushed your wet hair away from your face. “Tell me to stop,” he said, voice rough.

You looked up at him, at the damp curls falling over his forehead, at the restraint in his jaw, at the way his chest moved with every breath.

You pulled him down again. “Don’t stop.”

Changbin’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your soaked panties, and he didn’t ask—not with words. His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and searching in the fading golden light, and you lifted your hips in answer.

“There you go,” he murmured, dragging the wet cotton down your thighs. The fabric fought him a little, clinging to your skin, and he laughed under his breath. “These are really on there. You trying to keep them, or…?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows. “Shut up and take them off, Bin.”

“Bossy.” He grinned, that crooked, infuriating grin you’ve been watching all summer across campfires and mess hall tables. “I like it.”

Your panties came free with a wet, heavy sound when he tossed them aside. You were bare now, your cunt exposed to the evening air, and the vulnerability of it made your stomach flip. But Changbin didn’t dive in. He sat back on his heels, his own boxer briefs dark with lake water and pulled down just enough to free the thick, flushed length of his cock. His hand moved on it absentmindedly—a slow, lazy stroke from base to tip—while he just looked at you.

“What?” you asked, and your voice came out a little thin.

“Nothing.” His thumb circled the head, smearing the slickness gathering there. “Just thinking about how long I’ve wanted to see you like this. Spread out on this dock. All summer I’ve been fucking losing my mind.”

Your laugh was breathy and a little nervous. “You hid it well.”

“Did I?” His grip tightened on himself, a quick, rough pump that made his abs tense. “Because I was jacking off in the staff showers every night thinking about your mouth. So maybe I didn’t hide it that well.”

The confession landed in your gut like a hot stone. You felt your cunt clench around nothing, and Changbin noticed. His eyes dropped to the wet gleam between your thighs, and his tongue swept across his bottom lip.

“I need to taste you,” he said. “I’ve been needing to taste you since the first week of camp.” He had already lowered himself onto his stomach, the dock creaking under his weight. His shoulders pushed your thighs apart, and the heat of his breath ghosted over your cunt. “I’m done being patient.”

His tongue found you in one long, flat stroke from your entrance to your clit.

Your back arched off the wood. A sound punched out of you—half moan, half gasp—and your hand flew down to grip his hair, still damp from the lake, soft and thick between your fingers.

“Fuck,” you breathed. “Oh, fuck.”

Changbin hummed against your cunt, and the vibration ricocheted through your whole body. His tongue circled your clit in a slow, deliberate figure-eight, and then he sucked—hard enough to make your thighs snap toward his ears.

He just laughed. “So sensitive,” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His lips were glossy with you. “I’ve barely started.”

“Then fucking start.”

His eyebrow lifted. “What did I just say about being bossy?”

But he did start. He buried his face between your legs, his tongue pushing inside you, curling and stroking, and his nose pressing against your clit with every forward movement. He wasn’t neat about it. He wasn’t delicate. He ate your pussy like he was trying to climb inside you, and the wet, obscene sounds of it—the lapping, the sucking, the groan he made when you tugged his hair—echoed across the empty lake.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, the words muffled against your flesh. “Better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn't. All you could do was feel: the slick heat of his mouth, the persistent pressure on your clit, the way his cheeks brushed your inner thighs with every shift of his jaw. Your hips started to move, rocking against his face, and he let you. He groaned and opened his mouth wider, tongue flattening so you could grind against it.

“Yeah,” he panted, pulling back for air. “Use my face. Fuck, that’s hot. That’s so fucking hot.”

His hand moved on his cock again, faster now. You could hear it—the wet slap of skin on skin—and when you lifted your head to look, the sight nearly undid you. Changbin was kneeling between your legs, one hand wrapped around his thick, leaking cock, the other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. His eyes were fixed on your cunt.

“Do you know what you look like right now?” he asked, and his voice wrecked. “All spread open and dripping. Your clit all fucking swollen. I can see it begging for me.”

“Then stop talking and—”

He didn’t let you finish. His mouth closed over your clit and his fingers pushed inside you—two of them, curving up, finding the spot that made your vision go white.

The sound that came out of you was inhuman.

“That’s it,” Changbin said, fucking you with his fingers now, slow and deep. “That’s the spot, isn’t it? Right there? Your pussy is clenching so hard around my fingers. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Bin—”

“I can feel it. I can feel how close you are. Don’t hold back. Don’t you fucking dare hold back.”

You weren't holding back. You were falling apart. The pressure built low in your belly, different from anything you’d felt before—heavier, more insistent. It wasn’t the familiar climb toward orgasm. It was something new, something that almost scared you.

Changbin’s mouth was relentless on your clit. His fingers pumped faster, crooking on every thrust, and his other hand had abandoned his cock now—both hands on you, spreading you open, holding you in place.

“I want you to come,” he said against your cunt. “I want you to come so hard you forget your own name. I want to feel it. I want to taste it. Give it to me.”

The pressure crested. Your whole body locked up. Your thighs clamped around his head. A scream tore out of your throat—loud enough to scatter birds from the trees on the far shore—and then you were gushing. Liquid sprayed from your cunt, soaking Changbin’s face, his chest, the dock beneath you. He didn’t pull away. He groaned, low and satisfied, and kept his mouth on you through the whole thing, drinking you down as you squirt all over him.

“Holy fuck,” you gasped, when you could finally breathe again. Your legs were shaking. Your whole body was shaking. “What the—what was—?”

Changbin sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His face was dripping. His hair plastered to his forehead. He looked absolutely wrecked, and absolutely delighted.

“You just squirted,” he said, like he was telling you the weather. “All over my face. All over this dock.”

Heat flooded your cheeks. You clapped a hand over your face. “Oh my God.”

“Don’t do that.” He pulled your hand away, and pinned it to the dock beside your head. “Don’t hide from me. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

“I didn’t—I’ve never—”

“I know.” His grin was sharp and filthy. “I could tell. You got so tight around my fingers right before, and then you made this sound—this little whimper, like you didn’t know what was happening to your body—and then you fucking soaked me. Look at me. I’m covered in you.”

You looked. His chest shined with your wetness. His face was still slick with it. And his cock—God, his cock—was so hard it looked painful, bobbing against his stomach, the tip an angry, desperate red.

“I’m embarrassed,” you admitted, and your voice cracked on the word.

Changbin’s expression softened for half a second. Then it sharpened again, that predatory edge returning. “Being embarrassed makes it even hotter. You know that? Knowing I’m the first person to make you do that. Knowing I made your body do something you didn’t know it could do.”

He’s stroked himself again, faster now, his grip tight. The slick sound of it filled the space between you.

“I could come just from watching you,” he said. “Just looking at your pussy right now. It’s so wet. So pink and puffy and wet. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t think straight.”

“Then fuck me.”

His jaw clenched. “Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Changbin. I need your cock. I’ve been needing it all summer.”

Something snapped in him. He moved fast—faster than you expected—gripping the backs of your thighs and pushing them up toward your chest. You folded in half beneath him, and the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, hot and blunt and perfect.

“Slow,” he said, but he said it to himself, not to you. “I’m gonna go slow. I’m gonna be gentle. I’m gonna—”

The head started pushing in.

You both gasped.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck, you’re—you’re so—I can’t—”

“Bin.”

“Just—just give me a second.” He was trembling. His arms were shaking where they bracketed your shoulders, and his forehead dropped to yours. “You’re so fucking tight around me. If I move, I’m gonna come.”

You clenched around him deliberately.

His eyes flew open. “Did you just—?”

“Maybe.” You clenched again. “What are you going to do about it?”

The sound he made was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. “Oh, you’re in trouble now.”

He pushed deeper—slowly, so slowly—and you felt every inch of him. The stretch was intense, almost too much, and you grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He hissed, but didn't stop.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Yeah. Yeah, just—keep going.”

“I’ve got you.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ve got you.”

He bottomed out, and for a moment, neither of you moved. You were so full, so impossibly full, and you could feel him throbbing inside you, could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his heartbeat in his cock.

“You feel that?” he asked. “You feel how deep I am?”

“Yes.”

“I’m all the way inside you. Every inch. You’re taking every fucking inch of me.”

He pulled back, just a little, and thrust in again. A slow, rolling grind that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut. Your mouth fell open.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

You forced your eyes open. His face was inches from yours, sweat-damp and intense, his eyes burning. He was beautiful like this—all that compact muscle coiled with the effort of holding back, his jaw tight, his lips parted.

“There you are,” he murmured. “There’s my girl.”

The words hit somewhere deep in your chest. You reached up and pulled his mouth to yours.

The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, more teeth and tongue than anything else. He fucked into you slowly while he kissed you, and the rhythm of it built something hot and tight in your belly again. His tongue slid against yours. His cock slid against your walls. Everything was wet and hot and perfect.

“You’re so deep,” you gasped against his mouth. “You’re so fucking deep, Bin.”

“Yeah? You like that?”

“I love it. I love your cock. I love how it fills me up.”

He groaned, his hips jerking harder. “Keep talking. Don’t stop talking.”

“I’ve wanted this so bad. All summer. Watching you lead, watching you swim, watching you laugh with the kids. I wanted you to bend me over the arts and crafts table and fuck me stupid.”

“The arts and crafts table?” He laughed, breathless. “That’s where you wanted it?”

“I wanted it everywhere. The mess hall. The bunk beds. The fucking canoe shed.”

“The canoe shed? That place smells like mildew.”

“I don’t care.”

He kissed you again, harder this time, and his pace picked up. The slow, rolling thrusts became something more urgent. His hips snapped against you, and the dock creaked beneath you both, and the sound of your bodies meeting—wet and rhythmic—filled the evening air.

“I’m not gonna last,” he said, the words ragged. “Not like this. Not with you talking like that.”

“Then don’t last. I don’t care. Just don’t stop.”

But he did stop. He pulled out—completely—and you made a sound of protest that he silenced with a hand on your stomach.

“Turn over,” he said.

“What?”

“Turn over. I want to see you from behind. I want to watch your ass while I fuck you.”

You scrambled to obey, rolling onto your stomach. The dock was hard against your knees, but you didn’t care. Changbin’s hands found your hips, gripped them tight, and he pulled you up onto all fours.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Look at you. Look at this perfect ass. I’m gonna die. I’m literally going to die.”

“Please don’t die before you finish fucking me.”

“Fair point.”

He pushed back in, and the angle was different like this—deeper, somehow, hitting a spot that made your arms give out. Your chest dropped to the dock, your ass still in the air, and Changbin groaned.

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s it. Face down, ass up. Take my fucking cock.”

He wasn’t holding back anymore. His hips slammed against you, hard and fast, and the sound of it—the wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the dock, his low grunts and your high whimpers—was obscene. It was the filthiest thing you’d ever heard.

“You hear that?” he asked, his voice was wrecked. “You hear how wet your pussy is? How good you’re taking me?”

You couldn’t answer. You could only moan.

“That’s what I thought. You can’t even talk, can you? Too full of my cock to say a word.”

He reached around you, his fingers finding your clit, and rubbed tight circles against it. You bucked back against him. Your thighs shaking. Your whole body shaking.

“You gonna come again? You gonna come on my cock this time?”

“Yes,” you managed. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes —”

“Do it. Come on my cock. I want to feel it. I want to feel your pussy squeeze every drop out of me.”

It hit you like a wave. A real one, not the overwrought kind—violent, sudden, stealing your breath. Your cunt clamped down on his cock, and you screamed, and Changbin shouted something—your name, maybe, or just a string of curses—and his rhythm broke.

He pulled out fast, hand flying over his cock, and you felt the first hot splash of his cum against your spine. He groaned, stroking himself through it, painting your back and ass. It went on and on, pulse after pulse, until you were dripping with him.

The dock creaked as he collapsed beside you, both of you panting, both of you covered in sweat and lake water and each other.

“Holy shit,” he said finally.

You turned your head to look at him. “Yeah.”

“You squirted.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that.”

“I’m going to mention it again. Multiple times. Probably for the rest of my life.” He rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand. “This is the best last day of camp ever.”

You laughed, and the sound was hoarse and broken and happy.

Changbin grinned before it began to fade, just a little, replaced by something more serious. “Hey.”

“What?”

“I meant what I said. About wanting you all summer.” He reached out and tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear. “This wasn’t just...I mean, it was hot. It was really fucking hot. But it wasn’t just that. For me.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest. “It wasn’t just that for me, either.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned in then and kissed you softer than before.

Afterward, the sky darkened to a deep blue over the trees.

You lay on the dock wrapped in Changbin’s open shirt, your own clothes scattered nearby and your hair still damp against your neck. The wood beneath you had lost some of its warmth, but Changbin was close enough that you didn’t feel cold. His arm rested under your head, and his fingers moved slowly over your side in quiet, absent patterns.

The walk back to camp was darker and slower. Changbin held your hand the whole way, partly because the trail was uneven, partly because neither of you wanted to stop touching. Crickets hummed in the grass, and the camp lights came into view through the trees one by one.

Tomorrow would be full of packing, sweeping cabins, loading cars, promising to text, and trying not to cry in the parking lot. Tomorrow would pull everyone back toward normal life. University. Jobs. Apartments. Schedules that did not include campfire songs and sunscreen checks.

But tonight, Camp SKZ was still yours.

Changbin stopped outside your cabin, turning to face you.

The porch light washed over his face, softening the tired lines around his eyes. His hair was still damp, and his shirt was wrinkled. He looked like summer had left its fingerprints all over him.

He leaned down, and you met him halfway. The kiss was gentle. Slow. Not careful because he was unsure, but careful because it mattered. His hand settled at your waist, warm through your shirt, and you held onto him for a few seconds longer than necessary.

When he pulled back, his smile was small and private. “I’ll see you in the morning,” he said.

“You better. We have cabins to clean.”

“Romantic.”

“Welcome to real life.”

He kissed you once more, quick and sweet. “I still want it.”

Your chest warmed. “Me too.”

You went inside after that, closing the cabin door quietly behind you. And outside, the camp settled deeper into the night.

𑣲 EVENT TAGLIST:

☼ Stray Kids ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ fuck it, guess we both ain't shit! | chan x reader | S

being fwb with someone you have feelings for is hard, even harder when he's a douchebag who doesn't even bother introducing you as a friend, like where is the friends in friends with benefits? well, it's none existent now, because you're about to be more than friends, he just needed a little wake up call.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ unlucky girl syndrome | jisung x reader | SB

for three years, your relationship with han jisung was defined by thirty-six inches of distance, sharp-edged insults, and a mutual vow to never stand each other. but when a broken-down truck and a costal road trip strip away the noise of the city, the silence between you starts to feel less like a battlefield and more like home. it turns out, hating him was easy - it was the falling in love that was inevitable.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ louder | chan x reader | S

in which chan's obsessed with one thing: hearing you moan his name. what starts slow and sweet quickly turns into rough, relentless pleasure as he pushes you through orgasm after orgasm just to hear those pretty sounds spill from your lips.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ camera-shy | hyunjin x reader | F

it drove hyunjin crazy that you wouldn't let him capture you on camera.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ delirium | chan x reader | F, C

for once, you get to take care of the one who takes care of everyone.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ baby's first time | jeongin x reader | S

after months of endless teasing, jeongin finally lets go of his restraint. in a heated night alone in the dorm, the usually shy maknae discovers a deep, possessive hunger within himself. for the first time, he takes full control - claiming you with rough passion, strong hands around your throat, and an overwhelming need to mark and fill you until you're completely his.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the aftershow | chan x reader | S

after seeing chris performing at the govball, he got you pretty worked up as he knew exactly what he was doing. so back in the hotel room you decided to let him know how much he really got you worked up.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ surprise visits and silent tears | ot8 x reader | C, F

finding their s/o crying

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ruined for anyone else | chan x reader | F

"if we ever broke up, i think you ruined me for anyone else."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ beneath the midnight stars | chan x reader | F

"i didn't want to date but now you're the one thing holding everything together."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ chasing yesterday | chan x reader | F

years after splitting paths, he didn't expect a text to bring an old friend - and old feelings - back into his life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ handle with care: dilf inside | jisung x reader | S

dilf!jisung who just can't help but want to fuck his son's babysitter

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ vision board | chan x reader | F

wedding planner!reader

☼ BTS ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ comeover | taehyung x reader | S (by @jeonkive )

your brother's best friend is off limits. or so you thought.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ canvas hearts | jungkook x reader | F, SB, C, S ( by @luvvjjk )

y/n has no tme for distractions - especially not charming art majors with paint-streaked smiles. her life has been the same since high school, with a set routine that almost no one can hinder : eat, sleep, study, repeat. until a fundraiser mishap pairs her up with campus heartthrob and chaos incarnate, jeon jungkook, she falls in a loop of endless splotches of paint that mark a different path in her life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ bf!jungkook | headcannon | F, S (by @stlllle )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i got ways | jungkook x reader | S (by @jungkakes )

you know how to leave jeongguk. you just don't know how to stay away.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ bound by vows | jungkook x reader | F, SB, C, S (by @gukcnt )

your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet, beneath his coldness, jungkook's unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together starts - an emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing, and a chance at love.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ joyride | jungkook x reader | S (by @foliexaxdeux )

your car breaks down in a rural town during a solo road trip and you barely manage to make it to the nearest repair shop. jungkook, trusty mechanic and sweetheart, takes a look at your car and brings you to a - very icky - motel, where he can't bring himself to let you stay the night on your own..

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ destination, you | jungkook x reader | F (by @femme11fatale )

jungkook has spent months planning the perfect proposal, but he forgot to account for one thing - you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ until he can call you his | jungkook x reader | F ( by @vinylopall )

in which jungkook shows up every friday for six months to ask your father for permission to marry you, and gets rejected every time. still, he returns each week with flowers, pastries, and stubborn determination. meanwhile, you have no idea your boyfriend has been secretly trying to "apply" for the role of your husband behind your back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ when the lights go out | jungkook x reader | S (by @pinkpantherbby )

an unexpected collaboration with jungkook was the last thing yuo wanted. he's frustrating, impossible to read, and somehow always finds a way to get under your skin. but as your resentment slowly transforms into something far more dangerous, you begin to realize there's more to him than you've ever been able to understand.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ video game lover | jungkook x reader | S (by @gguksval )

jungkook is somehow transported into a video game, in which he has an unhealthy obsession with the main character - you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ start over | jungkook x reader | A (by @sweetonejk )

don't leave, i don't wanna start over (based on "start over" by 5sos)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ something like courage | jungkook x reader | F (by @koosette )

you have never wanted children. at least, that's what you told yourself - until you watched your husband feed your niece ice cream like she hung the moon, and something you thought you'd buried a long time ago quietly came back to life.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ right side of my neck | jungkook x reader | F (by @scarletjvliae )

spring arrives softly your junior year. suddenly, the flowers are blooming, the weather is warm again, and your quiet childhood friend next door - jeon jungkook - is tutoring you in calculus every saturday afternoon. you hadn't realized how much you'd drifted apart until now. unfortunately for your grades and your heart, he's far sweeter than you remembered.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ battle of the bands | jungkook x reader | F, S (by @fkingl0ser )

to the public, you had an infamous rivalry with the stoner emo kid jungkook, and everyone knew it, but behind closed doors, you had been in a strong relationship for months. when both your bands sign up for the school showcase, both teams are determined to beat the other, and the teasing, pranks, and late-night invasions only get worse. but how far is too far when one prank might just ruin everything?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ride | jungkook x reader | S (by @wethemess )

spotting jungkook's weight session in your home gym. harmless, right?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ five days late | jungkook x reader | F, C (by @femme11fatale )

accompanying jungkook on tour has felt like living in a dream. stolen moments between cities, trying to make a relationship work in the middle of chaos. but when your period is late, the dream starts spiraling into panic as you try to find out if you're right without raising suspicion, and contemplate how you are going to break the news to your very famous, busy boyfriend...

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ seven days a week | jungkook x reader | F, A (by @tarathetic )

in which a hardworking student breaks things off with her reckless boyfriend jeon jungkook after one dangerous night too many. brokenhearted but completely determined, jungkook sets out to prove he can change his entire life to flirt into her future - one day at a time.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ boyfriend headcannons | namjoon x reader | F (by @chwrrybby )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ducati | jungkook x reader | S (by @jiminsdolly )

song playing: touchin' me - chandler leighton

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ lonely night | jungkook x reader | A, S (by @spideyjimin )

after a heartbreaking and devastating breakup, you've never truly left jungkook's mind. never once did he stop thinking about you, wondering who you've become and wishing he could have you back. but one night, years later, you unexpectetly meet again. you realize that even in new relationships, you've never stopped searching for each other.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ made of honor | jungkook x reader x namjoon | A, S, F (by @kookooluvr )

you gained a lot from university; a law degree catching dust in your attic, countless arguments with your roommate about laundry schedules, and a best friend whose biggest fear in life is committment. in essence, jungkook's world gets flipped upside down when you take a trip to london and he finally realizes his feelings for you .. only to find out you've come back with a fiance.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (she's) perfect | jungkook x reader | A (by @jjkarmy091 )

different inflection, when you say my name. kiss me, but your kiss don't feel the same.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ everytime we almost | jungkook x reader | SB (by @sweetonejk )

"you never hesitate." "i do." "when?" "when it matters."

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ grease | jungkook x reader | S (by @cherrygkoo )

the one where you bring your bike in for a noise that keeps returning, and discover the only thing getting properly turned on is you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ even now | taehyung x reader | S, A (by @bangtanfanfiction )

five years after their breakup, y/n is exhausted, overworked, and doing everything she can to keep her son happy. unfortunately for her, river has decided the solution to all of their problems is tracking down her famous ex-boyfriend and ambushing him in the middle of BTS practice.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ all to myself | jungkook x reader | S (by @wethemess )

wanting tipsy jk all to yourself after an album release party.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ bound by blood | taehyung x reader | F, S (by @ctrlhope )

a servant to the state since birth, forced to work for the royal family until you die. these are the conditions that have granted you life, yet they are the same ones that can take everything away. he can take everything away. but he would never, for you are his future, his eternity.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ what do you do when you have just been cheated on? | taehyung x reader | F, S (by @1luvtae )

what do you do when you have found out that your long-term boyfriend has been cheating on you? well, contacting his (may i mention, very, very hot) best friend tae is definitely an option.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ always the bridesmaid | taehyung x reader | A, F, S (by @kookingtae )

when you first meet kim taehyung, you're determined to find every reason to hate him - or maybe he's just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. but when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you're hopelessly in love with, you're too late to realize the real reason to hate kim taehyung is because of the latest column he's secretly writing: 'always the bridesmaid, never the bride', and it's all about you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ one more night | jungkook x reader | F, S (by @wintrbears )

you and jeongguk have had the same arrangement for years, that whenever he's back home in busan, he gets to recover from stardom in your arms. it allows you to act out your deepest fantasies without any strings attached, but maybe it doesn't have to remain a fantasy forever.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warm linen | jungkook x reader | F, C (by @koofarie1 )

when a sudden, heavy downpour washes away your grand weekend plans in seoul, you expect a boring afternoon indoors. instead, jungkook turns his living room into a fortress of comfort. wrapped in his oversized clothes and insulated by a massive blanket fort lit by fairy lights, the chaos of his idol life completely fades away. it's a quiet afternoon, filled with spilled hot chocolate, playful tickle wars, and soft middle-of-the-night confessions that prove no matter how loud the world gets outside, you will always be each other's safe harbor.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ one shot, two shots, three shots.. | jungkook x reader | S (by @lostvenuss )

☼ Steve Harrington ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ girl of the week | harrington x reader | S (by @alcottsangel )

steve's sex life sucks. he's not exactly sure why he doesn't want to fuck the girls he dates anymore, but it's certainly becoming a problem. when you listen to him complain yet again during your shared shift at Family Video you decide to make an offer. do you wanna fuck?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ running back to you | harrington x reader | F (by "deactivated user")

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i want you more than any stupid song could ever say | harrington x reader | F (by "deactivated user")

steve wants to tell you how he feels, but he can't find the right words. robin gives him the idea to dedicate a song to you on the wsqk radio station, but not a single stupid song can explain just how he feels about you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ steve harrington needs you, so bad. | harrington x reader | S (by @gardenias-on-the-tile )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ situationship vibes | harrington x reader | F, A (by @lizzygrantforever )

you and steve have been in a situationship for a while. you want way more with him, but you feel like he's not over nancy yet.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ slut era interlude | harrington x reader | F, A (by @djolemodel )

you get stuck in a constant loop that you think is going to be a short-term type of thing, but what you're missing is real communication.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the back porch | harrington x reader | A, F (by @gardenias-on-the-tile )

when steve sees you at a party, he starts to go insane. so what if you broke up? he still loves you, and his mind can't seem to stop the thoughts that maybe, just maybe, he can win you back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ your side of the bed | harrington x reader | A (by @harringtonsugar )

your breakup with steve has been rough, and it only gets worse at night without him next to you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hell & heaven | harrington x reader | S, F (by @catherinnn )

you can't stand steve harrington and his cocky attitude. unfortunately, hatred comes with a surprising amount of passion, and passion has a way of turning into feelings.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ high confessions | harrington x reader | F (by @djolemodel )

season 3 bathroom scene

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ always ready to be left out in the cold | harrington x reader | S, A, F (by @thecreelhouse )

getting stuck with steve in the van on crawl nights fucking sucks. getting stranded in a snowstorm, forced to cuddle up next to the one person you cannot stand, all to share warmth and hopefully survive the night? you're almost certain you'd rather freeze to death. almost.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ crayons, shoelaces and love | harrington x reader | F (by @underoospeterparker )

despite telling himself he doesn't need love, single dad steve harrington finds himself falling for his seven year-old daughter's primary school teacher (aka you)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ drop dead | harrington x reader (by @maysileesweets )

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ you're a catch | harrington x reader | ongoing (by @sighmaii )

after a rather unfortunate one-night stand, you're left scrambling to get you and your 3rd grade son to his new little league baseball meeting, and even more scrambled when you see that the man who'd given you the best night since you'd moved from chicago is, in fact, his coach. his really, really attractive coach.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ you can always reconsider | harrington x reader | (by @snapesuntouchedshampoo )

in which steve "the hair" harrington finds he can't leave you alone... even though you're sworn enemies.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ between the aisles | harrington x reader | S, F (by @thelastcitysposts )

during a sweltering summer in 1986, the slow shifts at family video become an unexpected battleground when steve and an old classmate of robin's keep running into each other. old grudges, sharp banter, and unresolved history turn every encounter into a tense stand-off, but the more time they're forced to share the same space, the harder it becomes to ignore the shifts happening beneath the surface. between late-night conversations, lingering glances, and the weight of who they used to be, something begins to change - whether either of them is ready for it or not.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the vanishing of dustin henderson | harrington x reader | F, A (by @djoyful )

nobody has seen dustin henderson for days. not eddie. not mike. and defnitely not steve, who is on the verge of a mental breakdown. but did anyone think to check on commerce street?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ my man on willpower | harrington x reader | A, F (by @swirledyouintoallmypoems )

steve harrington used to be literally obsessed with you, but you're suddenly the least sought after girl in the land - or at least in hawkins.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ go go juice | harrington x reader | A, F (by @trizharrington )

a week after you broke up with steve, he gets wasted at a party and calls you drunk, begging you to come back.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ tame that jungle | harrington x reader | S, F (by @trizharrington )

what begins as teasing over steve's chest hair quickly turns into something far less innocent.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ the shape of home | harrington x reader | A, F, SB (by @rafecameronsbabygirl7 )

eighteen months after everything ended, you return to hawkins for the party's graduation - and find that some things never really stayed behind. between grief, familiarity, and the pull of what was never said, something fragile begins to surface.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ iloveitiloveitiloveit | harrington x diva!reader | S (by @mariasont )

he's your director. you're his researcher. and the two of you just got locked in a room with an active sex drug of your own design.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ stars in his eyes | harrington x reader | F (by @earth2starkey )

steve harrington should be listening while his friends are talking. instead, he's watching you from across the room, curled up with a book, like he hasn't been in love with you for years already.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ nettles | harrington x reader | A (by @levanterhaze )

you've known about the prophecy since the day you were born. the cuse of the older sister. ever since you and el were raised together in that sterile, white hell - shaped into weapons of war - you knew your life wasn't yours. dying wasn't brave. it wasn't noble. it was simply the inevitable conclusion you had been walking toward since birth.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i won't let you go, please don't ask me to | harrington x reader | A (by @sasaririri )

she's his everything, and he was an idiot to make her feel otherwise. nearly losing each other forces them to confront what really matters.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ice packs, almosts and the space in between | harrington x reader | F (by @keerymehome )

you're finally starting to feel like your life is moving forward, a decent job that you've learned to love. however, the new teacher at school seems to be living in your office with an army of injured children.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ caught in the game | harrington x reader | F (by @libraryafterdark )

being a single mom isn't easy, especially when your daughter loves baseball more than anything. and when steve harrington, the new middle school baseball coach, constantly irritates you, you're not sure wether to roll your eyes or secretly enjoys his attention. what starts as conflict over your daughter's love for the game slowly turns into something neither of you expected.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ good old fashioned lover boy | harrington x reader | F (by @rimtrbl )

3 times steve harrington couldn't keep his hands off you, and the 1 time everyone called him out on it

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ what is love? (baby don't hurt me) | harrington x reader | F (by @cielasolana )

steve wants to feel needed. y/n needs someone. so in an insomnia-induced stupor, she decides to call him in the middle of the night. and steve is.. a bit too ready to come over.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a chance at a future | harrington x reader | F (by @canyon-saturn )

you and your boyfriend steve had never spoken about the future, as you both knew it wasn't a promise. but now, as the end of this chaos seems near, you both begin to explore what a normal life could entail. but you have to defeat vecna first, a task that has clearly proven to be nearly impossible thus far.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ daydreaming | harrington x reader | F (by @moleculeofme )

a trip to the mall ends with you meeting someone new.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ reflexes | harrington x reader | C (by @jetblack4real )

as billy's twin, things tend to come with a fight. you're used to protecting yourself or your step-sister, but when things get rough between your brother and steve, you realize your reflexes may be protecting someone else too.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ pocketed time | harrington x reader | C (by @g0ldendesiree )

after saving steve's life, he realizes the things he almost left unsaid to the girl who's always been there for him.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ confetti on the floor | harrington x reader | F, S (by @mcrdvcks )

steve's new year resolution is to finally tell you how he really feels about you, because being friends with benefits isn't enough for him.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ beauty marks | harrington x reader | F (by @dottedluv )

waking up on steve's chest has you noticing things when you didn't think you could love him more

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ movie night | harrington x reader | F (by @earth2starkey )

a quiet movie night at steve's turns into something more when robin and dustin notice just how much she's made herself at home. steve can't hide his pride, she can't hide her blush, and everyone quietly observes as their soft, teasing, and cozy dynamic unfolds.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ haunted staircase | harrington x reader | A (by @matchamegs )

in the upside down, you encounter steve right after his fight with dustin, and together you navigate grief, regret, and the tension of surviving in a world that keeps testing you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ better boyfriend than him | harrington x reader | S (by @aloracreel )

you accidentally let it slip that your boyfriend hasn't fucked you in months, so what can steve do but make you feel good?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sucker for a good cliche | harrington x reader | F, A (by @bibigo-lover )

you and steve have to fake-date after an awkward dinner at the wheeler-byers household - all while you're sure that he still wants nancy.

☼ Evan Buckley ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ don't make trouble | buckley x reader | A (by @megalony )

y/n is so much happier working at the 118 rather than her previous station. but her work life shifts when a ghost from her past turns up and begins to make life horrible for her. and she doesn't want to tell evan for fear of upsetting him.

☼ Din Djarin ☼

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ yours to tame | djarin x reader | F, S (by @604to647 )

worried, din goes after you amidst a rainstorm.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ it feels like love | djarin x reader | S (by @withmyloveasyourgarden )

his hand finds your shoulder, its warmth bleeding through the thin cotton of your sleep shirt. his fingers gently curl around the curve of your arm. they move with a deliberate, soothing motion, the kind of thing he does when a member is having a panic attack or breaks down after an intense performance. but his hand doesn't move away this time. it lingers, thumb stroking in a slow, deliberate path down your arm.

"i heard you calling out my name… thought you were having a nightmare."

the dream. your face burns, and you're grateful for the darkness shielding your expression from him. the way he'd positioned you, his hands firm on your body, not unlike now…

his hand slides from your shoulder to the side of your neck. his palm covers the column of your throat, not pressing, just resting there. you desperately try to control the frantic beating of your heart, and you know he can feel your pulse jumping against his skin.

"are you okay? i could hear you through the walls."

you shiver. your room doesn't share a wall with his. his is down the hall, past the bathroom, on the other side of the dorm.

"chan-ah…" you whisper, but he answers the question before you can ask it aloud.

"i was walking by to get some water. then i heard you."

it's a flimsy explanation. you both know it is. he ignores the nickname he begrudgingly allows you to use sometimes, despite you being a year younger than him, hand softly squeezing your throat instead. there's none of his usual teasing, just the heavy tension hanging in the silence between you.

"i've heard you before," he admits. his thumb brushes along your jaw and there's no doubt he feels the way your breath hitches in your throat. "other nights. you think these walls are thick enough? you think no one can hear you?"

embarrassment washes over you. you think back on the nights you touched yourself thinking about him, muffling your whimpers in your pillow as best as you could, sure no one could hear —

"chan, you should leave."

before it's too late, you want to add, but the words fizzle out before they can reach your lips. there's too much at stake… the fans, your career, the company, this family of eight men you've become a part of. you won't jeopardize that.

"i can't stop thinking about you." there's a rawness to his voice, as if someone is dragging the words out of him. "it's driving me fucking crazy. i asked ji to work on the new track because your voice gets stuck in my head all day, and all i can hear is the way you moan." his hand moves up, fingers tightening in your hair, firm enough to pull at your scalp. "countless times i've stood outside this door and walked away, trying to be the better man. but not tonight. i won't walk away now."

"chan —"

"shh." he shifts, rolling you onto your back and throwing a leg over yours, caging you in. "go back to sleep, then. you were saying my name so prettily. let me hear it again."

"it's not - we can't —", the words come out jumbled as his hands push under the hem of your shirt. the friction of his rough callouses against your skin make your core clench. "the members…"

"are asleep." his thumbs caress the underside of your breasts, hovering there. "it's three in the morning, no one's going to wake up. they won't hear you. unless you're too loud… which you might be. because you get loud when you think about me, don't you? no need to be shy now."

you think of him standing right outside your door, his ear pressed to the wood. listening to every desperate, needy sound you made as you touched yourself thinking of him.

the thought should horrify you. instead, a hot pulse of arousal throbs between your legs, and you hate yourself for it. your body is responding to this – to him — like an over-eager dog keen to please its owner.

chan squeezes, just once, relishing in the way you arch into his hands.

"there she is. i knew you'd feel like this. so soft."

he tugs up your shirt, bunching the fabric above your sternum. cool air washes over your bare skin, your breasts exposed to the dark room, and you instinctively try to cover yourself. chan catches your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, holding them there against the pillow.

"don't hide from me." his gaze travels down your body, and even in the dim light you see his pupils are blown wide, swallowing the warm brown of his irises. "you have no idea how many times i've imagined you like this."

his free hand cups your breast, thumb dragging across your nipple. you bite your lip hard to keep from making a sound but a soft whimper manages to escape. chan smiles a small, crooked smile — nothing like the bright grin he shows on screen — and does it again, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger until it stiffens.

"let me hear you." he pinches harder, switching to your other breast and giving it the same treatment, his voice taking on that same gentle tone that guides you through your parts in the studio. "just like that. you sound so sweet."

you turn your head to the side, unable to look at him. this is wrong. he's your leader, your co-worker, your friend, your family — and he's touching you, and you're letting him. you're not fighting hard enough. you're not fighting at all.

his mouth finds your neck and the wet heat of it shocks you. he grazes your skin, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark chaeyoun will have to cover up tomorrow while loudly complaining about your lack of self-control. but it doesn't matter, not when chan grinds down between your thighs and rolls his hips into yours.

"say my name again. say it like you do when you're touching yourself. when you're thinking about me fucking you."

he licks a stripe up your neck and a sob catches in your throat. his hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. you feel how wet you are, how obvious your arousal is, and there's no hiding it from him anymore. his fingers drag through the slick mess between your legs and the noise he lets out is almost a laugh.

"so fucking wet." he circles your clit with two fingers, "all this from a little touching? or were you this wet just dreaming of me?"

your underwear is pulled down your thighs, your knees, off one leg and left dangling around the other ankle as he dips down and hoists your thighs over his shoulders. he wastes no time, tongue licking a fat stripe up your slit.

"chan," you gasp, and his grip on your hips tightens in response.

"again."

he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

"chan - hnng, ah, don't stop —"

"again."

you cry out when two of his fingers thrust inside you. he doesn't waste time being gentle, curling them to find the spot that has you chanting his name over and over again.

"that's it, baby," he coos, and you barely register the pet name between the feeling of his fingers fucking you open and his hot tongue lapping at your clit. you can already feel something building in your core, a coiling tension threatening to snap. it's too much, too soon. it shouldn't be this easy for him.

"just let go. i've got you. i'll always have you."

his words push you over the edge. the sudden wave of your orgasm overtakes you, thighs clamping around his head, and you bite down on your own arm to muffle your cries. chan works you through it with relentless fingers, sucking on your clit until you're shaking and overstimulated. your arousal drips down his hand, pooling beneath your hips. your legs twitch on the sheets but chan doesn't give you a chance to breathe. his fingers start moving again before you've come down, fucking into you with a wet squelch that makes you jerk in his grip. your whole body is trembling now, every nerve ending on fire, too sensitive and raw.

"no, 's too much, please, chan, i can't…"

"you can," he grunts, withdrawing his fingers only to push three back in, stretching you until the burn makes you sob. his thumb grinds against your swollen clit without mercy. "you owe me that much."

there's something desperate in his voice, cracking at the end of each phrase, and you realize he too has been burning up with need for months and months.

"do you know how many times i've jerked off thinking about you?" the words spill out faster now, as if the dam has broken and he can no longer contain the flood. "in the studio. in the shower. in the living room when the others had their own schedules. in my bed with my hand over my mouth so no one would hear me saying your fucking name —"

the wet, obscene sound of his fingers fucking you open fills the room, and your second orgasm builds just as sudden as the first one. you shake your head wildly, but your cunt is clenching around his fingers, sucking him in deeper.

"i used to steal your underwear." the confession comes out in a low growl, almost ashamed, but he doesn't stop. his fingers work you so expertly your vision starts bleeding white at the edges. "from the laundry. the ones you wore to practice… i'd hold them to my face and breathe you in and imagine this, you underneath me, imagine you crying on my cock the way you're crying now —"

you moan, cunt spasming around his fingers. a gush of wetness splashes against his palm, dripping down your thigh and thoroughly soaking the sheets beneath you. the orgasm is bordering on painful in its intensity and you can barely breathe, chan's gaze in the dim morning light almost too much to bear.

this time he lets you come down, slowly pulling his fingers from your swollen pussy and bringing them to his mouth. you watch in a haze how he sucks his fingers clean. his eyes fall shut and a shiver runs through his whole body. he licks between his fingers to lap up every drop, and when he opens his eyes again they're glassy and unfocused.

"not enough." he grimaces, snapping back into reality. "i need - i need more. i need to be inside you. i can't… i can't fucking think anymore —"

he shoves his sweats down and you hear the fabric hit the floor somewhere in the dark. you're unable to move, boneless and spent and still trembling. your aching cunt clenches around nothing.

then his cock brushes against your thigh and panic rises in your chest at the thought of him being inside of you. at the sudden understanding of this being real, and not some dream or figment of your imagination.

"wait —" you try to scoot backward on the mattress, but his hand grabs your hip and drags you back down. he wraps a hand around himself and strokes, and you hear the wet sound of it, feel him bump against your entrance. "chan, if we do this, we can't go back."

there's no need to elaborate. the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air between you, and chan lets out a desperate sigh.

"i know. and i don't fucking care. i spent months caring and it didn't get me anywhere. i'm gonna go mad if i don't get to feel you now."

he steadies himself and pushes, one long, brutal thrust that steals the air from your lungs. he doesn't give you time to accommodate the stretch of him, the way he fills you so completely radiating through your whole body. your hands fly up to grip his strong biceps, nails digging in hard enough to hurt, and you faintly register the sound of your own voice — a string of broken, desperate sounds you can't seem to stop from spilling out.

"oh fuck," his forehead drops to your shoulder and he breathes the words against your skin. "oh fuck, you feel perfect, baby - i knew it, i knew you'd feel like this —"

his hips pull back and snap forward again and again, and the force of it pushes you up the mattress. the way he moves is raw and desperate, as if he's trying to reach something so deep inside of you he has to drive himself further with every thrust.

"eight months," he grits the words out between strokes, each one punctuated by the wet slap of his hips against yours. "eight months of watching you walk around the dorm wearing nothing but a towel after every shower. eight months of you bending over in front of me during practice. eight months of you smiling at me like that, as if i'm not losing my fucking mind —"

his hands grab your thighs and push them wider, folding you nearly in half, changing the angle so he can reach impossibly deeper. the new position lets him grind against that sweet spot, his pubic bone pressed to your clit. you're not even trying to fight the familiar build of another orgasm this time, your body surrendering entirely to his.

"tell me you're mine," he pants, pressing his mouth against yours. his lips are soft, almost gentle despite his desperation. "promise me."

your body arches into him, cunt fluttering around his cock when he snakes a hand between your bodies and finds your clit again. your hands reach around his back, pulling him in closer.

"i'm yours, chan," you gasp into his mouth, not wanting to put an inch of space between the two of you.

he lets out a broken moan, cock throbbing and spilling deep inside of you. your nails drag a path down his back, deep enough to leave marks, but he holds you closer as your cunt milks him to the last drop.

you lay there sweaty and panting, the sudden quiet of your room no longer tense. you're sure he's fucked you so hard the bed left a dent in the wall, but you no longer find it in yourself to care about what the others might've heard.

chan kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, anywhere he can reach without having to pull out just yet and you giggle, feeling him smile against your skin. he's still holding you when you drift off into slumber again, his strong chest pressed against your back, as if he's always been there.

you’ve played this game before and you’re no longer a stranger to the thrill of it. the boys have always pushed boundaries but this time, they’ve added two new rules for today that make your pulse quicken: 

you won't be allowed to come until you correctly guess who’s fucking you

your eyes will stay covered the entire time

the thought alone sends a fresh wave of heat through your core, your cunt getting wet already. outside in the living room, the boys are gathered around that wheel you bought on impulse once you realised this became your thing. you can hear their voices and the occasional spin and click as they add their own filthy ideas to the slots. god knows what they’ve written this time. the idea of not knowing, of being blindfolded and at their mercy while guessing each of them makes your thighs press together instinctively. 

you’re standing in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of yourself. the lingerie clings to every curve of your body, the lace barely covering your breasts and the straps framing your hips. your fingers trace along your skin, staring at your collarbone and sliding down feeling goosebumps rising as you imagine their hands replacing yours. your nipples harden against the fabric and you let out a soft breath, close to a moan. 

then an idea hits you - a way to turn the tables, to play your own game within theirs. you reach back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor before you grab your panties and take them off too. completely naked now, you grab your robe, and tie it loosely around your waist. if they want to control the rules, you’ll match them with your own. 

you open the door and leave the room, closing the door behind you. the moment you get to the living room the boys freeze and move quickly to hide the wheel, hiding whatever filthy things they’ve scrawled on it. their eyes rake over you, taking in the robe and how it parts just enough to show a sliver of skin, so short they can see the curves of your thighs. 

“are you guys ready?”, you ask them and they reply with a chorus of yeses, “i’ve thought of something today since, you know, you’ve added your own rules and i think it’s only fair that i add my own rules too”

they’re curious instantly, leaning forward, their eyes still locked on you.

“okay, what do you want to add?”, changbin says.

“well, you all seem to really like the sounds i make while i’m in my room, getting fucked by the others”, you say as you watch their reactions, “so i thought that you should get a glimpse of what’s going on too”

some of them catch on immediately - minho’s eyes darken with hunger as his cock visibly twitches in his boxers, chan lets out a low groan as his hand presses against his growing bulge. others simply look confused for a moment, like jeongin whose cheeks flush just from looking at you, or seungmin, whose face seems to be still lost on your thighs. 

“we’re gonna do it in the living room today”, you say as you gesture towards the massive sofa you all bought for the dorm, “so that everyone can enjoy the show”

han’s mouth falls open as a “fuck yes” escapes him when he imagines watching you get taken apart right there, felix bites his lips already imagining the view and his hand moves to palm himself. changbin chuckles darkly, muttering something about how filthy this is getting while chan just nods his head with a grin that promises he’ll be front and centre. 

“okay”, hyunjin says, “if that’s what you want then we’ll do it that way”

you smirk at him, before speaking again, “perfect, but that was only my first rule”

they look at you, a mix of confusion and hunger as they think about the different possibilities now. but instead of telling them, your fingers move to the belt of your robe and you untie it, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you naked in front of them all, your nipples hard and your cunt already slick and visible as you stand there in front of them.

“before i cover my eyes”, you say, your voice dropping, “you all have to get naked too. now”

they don’t hesitate, not when they are looking at you like that, not when they seem to be under your spell. they move quickly, scrambling to obey you, as their boxers fly and they get completely naked too, the game truly beginning now. 

you hum in deep contentment as your eyes sweep over them, taking in the sight of every single one of them. their cocks stand hard and flushed, some already leaking at the tip from the sheer anticipation of what’s about to happen. without another word, you turn and walk towards the table where you left the black silk blindfold before, and you feel their hungry stares follow every movement. 

you pick up the smooth fabric, letting it slide through your fingers, and then you walk towards the sofa. the cushions dip as you settle in the middle, spreading your thighs just enough to give them all a teasing glimpse of your already glistening folds before you lift the silk to your eyes. the world goes dark as you tie the blindfold securely behind your head, the knot firm but comfortable.

“i’m ready whenever you are”, you tell them, your voice low and steady as you offer yourself up.

your other senses sharpen immediately and your pulse races, your skin prickling with goosebumps. wetness pools between your legs, your pussy lips swelling and parting with every move you make, your arousal dripping down to the cushion beneath you.

you sit there for a few seconds that stretch into an eternity of waiting, then, you feel the sofa shift as the first one sits with you. his warm breath ghosts over your neck first, followed by the soft press of his lips, kissing you from the sensitive spot below your ear down to the hollow of your throat. he then moves upwards, brushing those same soft lips across your cheek, then the other, before they finally claim your mouth. 

the kiss deepens then as your tongues slide together. his hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as the kiss turns filthy, your tongues fighting for dominance and moving into each other’s mouth with growing urgency. 

“fuck, look at that”, you hear han saying somewhere in the room, “i don’t know if i’m gonna survive watching this”

“she’s already so wet”, jeongin mutters, and you can hear just how turned on he is right now.

their words wash over you, turning you on even more, as the mystery mouth keeps devouring yours. you bite down on his lower lip, just hard enough to draw a sharp and unmistakable moan from deep in his chest, and you recognise him instantly.

“felix”, you say.

he groans louder, the sound raw and desperate and then he crashes his mouth back onto yours, even hungrier this time. his lips move faster against yours, his teeth biting your lower lip now and his hands start roaming freely now that the guess has been made. 

he pushes you backwards onto the sofa, his body following yours down until he’s settled between your spread thighs. his skin presses against yours and his hard cock brushes against your hip as he adjusts his body. one of his hands traces a slow and deliberate path down your body, his fingers skimming over your collarbone before they move to circle each nipple until they ace. then, he slides his hand lower across your stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs and pauses there. 

“f-felix, please”, you say, your voice breaking as your body moves closer to him, “i already guessed… please”

he kisses you again and then his fingers move to trace the puffy lips of your pussy with strokes so light you almost think you’re imagining them. the touch is maddeningly light, circling your entrance without pushing inside, gathering the slick wetness that coats you and spreading it upwards to brush your swollen clit.

“god, y/n, you look so hot like this”, he moans against your lips and you try to answer but the words won’t find you. 

you arch into his touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he continues teasing you.

“felix, please”, you say again.

two fingers finally part your folds and sink into your tight cunt, and he curls them to stroke that sensitive spot inside you.

“oh, f-fuck, yes. j-just like t-that”, you moan, arching your body towards him even more.

he moves them steadily inside you, as his thumb starts to circle your clit, making your hips buck. you can hear the sounds of his fingers inside you, the wet squelch of his fingers as he works your dripping pussy and your own moans start to get louder.

“jesus christ… we can hear how soaked she is”, hyunjin says as his breath catches, followed by a curse from a voice you don’t recognise, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that everything around you is fading away, moving to a place you can’t reach. 

felix adds a third finger in, stretching you as he fucks them in and out of you, moving faster now, his palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. pleasure coils inside you, you’re getting closer now, you were already turned on before you all started, and now having felix like this, with his fingers inside you, your eyes covered, and the knowledge that the others are watching you and getting hard from this just makes you reach your breaking point faster.

“f-felix, i… i-”

“i know. come on, come for me, sunshine, show them how good i’m making you feel with just my fingers”, he says, his lips moving to your neck now, biting there and making you scream louder. 

that’s all you need to break and then, your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you.

“felix!”, you scream his name then and that’s when you break.

your body shakes as your pussy pulses and gushes around his fingers, your wetness soaking his hand and the sofa beneath you. he doesn’t stop fingering you, drawing your orgasm with slower and deeper moves until you’re trembling and oversensitive, gasping for air against his skin. 

you can hear the boys groanning in the room, their eyes fixed on your quivering body on the sofa. felix’s fingers remain buried inside you, gentle now, as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your parted lips. then he takes his fingers out and you whimper at the loss, trying to close your thighs instinctively, but his body between them won’t let you.

“mmhm”, he moans as he licks his fingers clean, “you taste so good, sweetheart. i can’t believe, this is all ours. you’re ours”

you reach blindly for him, pulling him closer to you as your lips crash together again. your tongues slide together as you explore each other's mouths and then your hand moves down to grab his cock, your fingers wrapping around it - it’s hard, hot and twitching against your palm. he groans into your mouth and his hips buck forward, grinding against your grip in a desperate roll. your thumb catches the precum on his tip and you move it, making the slide slick and filthy as you stroke him from base to tip. 

“felix”, you hear minho calling his name from across the room, reminding him of the rules you assume. 

felix freezes and then he pulls back just enough to pant against your lips.

“fuck… i can’t do this”, he says, his voice completely hoarse, and when you reach for him again, he catches your wrist, stopping you once more, “i can’t, sunshine… not yet. rules, you know”

with a final whimper from you and a lingering brush of his lips against yours, he moves from you, leaving you aching and empty on the sofa.

you lie there exposed, your thighs still parted from his earlier position and your body still humming from your orgasm. you can hear the low groans of the others and you can feel their eyes devouring every inch of you.

“look at her, she’s dripping everywhere”

“she’s so fucking ready”

you’re still so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t recognise their voices, but just hearing them and knowing they’re waiting for their turn with you while they get to see you breaking apart with the others makes your nipples tighten and fresh wetness seep from your swollen pussy lips onto the sofa once more. 

the sofa dips again under new weight and then a different body settles between your spread thighs, his warm skin pressing close to you and his already hard and leaking cock brushing your inner thigh as he lowers himself fully onto you. 

he wastes no time and moves straight to your ear, his mouth sucking the lobe between his lips before his teeth graze and bite down just enough to send a jolt straight to your core. you gasp, arching your back as his tongue soothes the sting and then he moves, trailing kisses along your jaw before he moves to your lips, catching your mouth in a hot and fiery kiss. 

from there, he descends lower, his lips and tongue mapping a path of fire down your neck and collarbone until he reaches your breasts. he moves to one nipple, sucking hard while his hand cups the other and his thumb flicks it. 

“oh g-god, don’t s-stop”, you say, arching your body again.

the wet pull draws another moan from you when he switches side. he bites your nipple and pleasure sparks inside you, pooling heavily in your stomach and making your cunt clench around nothing. he starts moving again, his mouth hot and insistent over the curve of your stomach, nipping at the soft ski there, his tongue dipping into your navel before dragging lower.

finally, he reaches your cunt, spreading your folds with his fingers just enough to expose your slick entrance and swollen clit. a long and slow lick drags from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit, his tongue pressing firmly against every sensitive fold and gathering your arousal in one deliberate stroke.

the sensation rips a long and high groan from your throat, raw and needy, as your hands move to tangle in his hair, gripping and pulling him closer to you.

“f-fuck, i…”, you try to say, but the words fail you.

“y/n, remember you have to guess before you can come”, you hear someone saying, changbin you think.

“i- i”, you try again, but you can only focus on his tongue on your cunt.

your mind spins in the darkness of the blindfold, every nerve ending lit up like fire under his relentless mouth. the wet heat of his tongue drags slowly at first, flattening against your lower lips before circling your clit, making your hips jerk upwards. he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. your thighs tremble around his head, your muscles trembling as you keep dripping and soaking his chin, dripping down onto the sofa again.

you strain to focus, trying to guess who it could be. it feels possessive, almost desperate, like he’s been starving for this for a long time. your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harder, trying to think who could be this desperate for you, who could be eating you out like he was a man craving for your taste, and that’s when you realise.

“s-seungmin… it’s you, seungmin”, you gasp out, your hips moving against his face.

he pulls back, his lips glistening with your wetness, “i’ve been waiting for this for a long time, like the good boy i am for you, your puppy”

his mouth seals over your cunt again, his tongue thrusting deep inside while his nose presses against your clit, grinding in small circles that send sparks shooting up your spine. your back arches off the sofa again, your eyes squeezed shut behind the silk as your orgasm starts growing again, your pussy pulsing and fluttering around his tongue. 

your cries and moans and the sound of seungmin licking and sucking you as he eats you out are not the only sounds in the room. you hear groans from the watching boys and voices saying things your mind can’t comprehend right now. your orgasm grows faster now, your body rocking instinctively, chasing the friction, but seungmin senses the tightening in your core and the way your moans pitch higher and your thighs clamp around his ears and stops. he stops abruptly, pulling away with a final lick that leaves you whimpering at the edge.

“wait, wha-”

“get on your knees”, he tells you, his voice not leaving room for hesitation.

you scramble to obey him, your limbs shaky and uncoordinated from your denied release, but his hands guide you, helping you shift positions until you’re upright and then lowering again. he lies back on the sofa beneath you, his head positioned perfectly between your spread legs.

“sit on my face and ride me”, he says, pulling your hips down without waiting.

you sink onto him without thought, lost in the haze and your pleasure, your soaked pussy pressing fully against his mouth as his tongue starts moving against you again. the new angle lets him devour you deeper, his tongue spearing up into your entrance while his lips suckle at your clit with every grind of your hips. 

you moan loudly, your hands moving to brace on the sofa as you rock back and forward, your breasts bouncing with each movement.

“oh god. minnie, j-just like that… you’re d-doing so g-good”, you say, your voice broken as you praise him.

your wetness smears across his face, soaking his cheeks and chin as he groans into you.

“fuck, i can’t take this anymore”, you hear a new voice, felix, you recognise him instantly, and then you hear the sound of his hand stroking his cock as he watches you.

you can picture it clearly - his eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, on your nipples begging for attention, on your cunt riding seungmin’s face, on your ass flexing as you grind down harder on seungmi’s tongue. you hear other voices too and you’re sure he’s not the only one who has his hand on his cock watching you right now. 

“you taste to fucking good, y/n, i’ve waited for this for so long”, seungmin says against your cunt before he moves closer to suck your clit again. 

it’s overwhelming - his mouth on you, the rest watching and touching themselves, the knowledge that every eye is on your naked body, the way that you have all of them eating out of the palm of your hand, you think you can go insane from all this. 

you feel your orgasm getting close again and your hips start moving faster, riding his face more now, your clit dragging over his lips and nose with each roll of your hips.

“please, minnie, d-don’t stop. you’re such a good boy for me, make me come, puppy, p-please”, you say, your moans turning to broken pleas.

he groans against you and grabs your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, his lips desperately eating you out now and that’s all it takes for you to break. your orgasm crashed through you as your pussy soaks his face in a hot flood that he laps up greedily, his tongue continuing to work against your lips even as overstimulation sets in.

you twitch and gasp, trying to lift away but his hands hold you firm against him until the pleasure borders on too much, forcing you to shift sideways with a whimper, your body trembling and slick. your legs feel like jelly but seungmin helps you ease back down onto the sofa. he moves closer to you, his breath warm against your lips as he moves to kiss you. you pull him closer, your fingers moving to his hair again as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“you taste so fucking good, y/n”, he says against your mouth, “i’ve dreamt about this for so long… having you like this, riding my face…”

he kisses you one last time, his tongue sliding against yours, before he pulls away with a soft groan and stands up, leaving you sprawled and waiting, hearing the sounds of groans and hands stroking cocks somewhere in the room. 

this time, it isn’t long before the sofa dips again and someone sits down close to you. his strong hands guide you upright, then move you until you’re sitting on top of him with your back pressed against his broad chest and your legs draped wide over his thighs. 

this position leaves you completely exposed - even more than before lying on the sofa - and now your dripping cunt is on full display for the room, the air kissing your swollen folds as fresh arousal trickles down to soak his skin already. you can feel his hard cock throbbing against the small of your back, his precum already smearing across your spine as he shifts beneath you. 

your hips roll instinctively, grinding back against his cock, seeking for fiction, anything, but his grip tightens on your thigh.

“shh”, he whispers, but it’s not enough for you to completely recognise his voice, and then one of his hands moves to your leg to hold you still for him. 

his other hand begins its slow ascent, his fingertips trailing deliberately from the slick mess at your navel upwards. they skim over the curve of your stomach, pausing there to trace the underside of your breast before grabbing it fully, his thumb brushing your nipple making you moan.

“oh, f-fuck”, you moan, your mouth falling open as you arch your back.

his hand starts moving again, higher still, his palm gliding along your collarbone to your neck. his fingers wrap lightly around your throat, squeezing a bit at first and then just holding you, tilting your head back towards him. 

his mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, his lips parting yours before his tongue moves deep into your mouth, making you whimper into him. your body arches under his touch again and you start moving, your hips searching for more, but he stops you once more, his hand on your thigh pressing down firmly. 

with a low grunt, he lifts you up a bit, just enough to nudge the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. he teases there, circling and spreading your wetness but never pushing inside. your cunt clenches desperately, trying to suck him in, but he won’t let you.

“p-please”, you say, moaning against his lips, “do something… anything”

your voice cracks with need as you chase his mouth for another taste. your thighs tremble over his, your cunt visibly pulsing and leaking, coating his cock and dripping down to soak the sofa beneath you both. 

the other boys keep groaning around you, the wet sounds of their hands pumping their cocks echoing as they watch you.

“a name first”, chan reminds you from somewhere nearby.

you try to think, but he just keeps teasing you, his cock nudging but never entering. the head circles your entrance again and again, dipping just the tiniest bit to stretch your rim before pulling back, leaving you empty and aching. you keep begging against his lips, almost crying now, your words tumbling out of your mouth in broken moans.

“please, fuck, i need it- i- i need your cock inside me, i can’t take it anymore”, you say as tears of frustration prick at your eyes under the blindfold, and your hips twitch uselessly in his iron grip. 

then he does something - he leans in to bite down hard on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking the skin there between his teeth. that familiar bite, the way his teeth sink in while his other hand squeezes your thigh, makes everything click into place.

“m-minho”, you gasp out, his name spilling from your lips as you moan again.

“fucking finally”, minho growls against your skin and without warning, he slams you down fully onto his cock, burying every inch deep inside your soaked cunt.

you let out the biggest moan of the day, your walls stretching around him at the sudden fullness. your head falls back against his shoulder, your body jolting as he starts fucking you from this positions, his hips snapping against your ass to drive into you relentlessly. 

every thrusts hits that spot inside you, the head of his cock grinding against it over and over again, making your vision blur behind the blindfold, making you almost lose control there and then.

his teeth stay on that spot between your neck and shoulder, biting and sucking more marks into your skin while his cock moves in and out of your dripping cunt. your arousal splashes out around his cock, coating his balls and thighs. you move against him desperately, rolling your hips to meet every move of his, your spread legs trembling as the others watch your pussy get pounded open.

“that’s it”, he says into your neck, “you can take this… good girl”

one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat again and he turns your head towards him, his tongue moving deep into your mouth as he bites your lower lip, gaining another moan from you. 

“you’re so fucking tight around me”, he says agasint your lips, “been waiting for this as the others had their fun with you”

he bites your lip again, tugging it between his teeth as you beg him for more, your voice not doing anything to hide how desperate you are for him.

“harder, minho- please, don’t s-stop, i- i can take it”

“you can take it, i know you can”, he says.

his other hand moves to your spread thighs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight and fast circles that make your whole body tremble.

“look at her”

“she’s not gonna last”

the voices again, but you don’t focus on them, you can’t. the only thing you can focus on is minho - his lips against yours, his hand on your throat and the other on your clit as he keeps fucking you.

“m-minho, i… i-”

“come on, come for me now, show they how good i’m fucking you”

he says before he moves to your lips again, biting your lower lip once more. you both come together, your cunt clamping down around his cock as you gush and squirt over his hand and the sofa. minho groans loudly into your mouth, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with hot and thick ropes of cum, thrusting through both your orgasms until you’re spent and limp against his chest. 

you can feel the wet mess you’ve made together as your cunt still clenches around him. his hand stays firm on your throat, holding you in place as he turns your head towards him again. his lips crash against yours again, his tongue sliding in to claim your mouth one more time.

“good girl”, he whispers against your lips, his voice still rough, “i told you you could take it”

his words send a fresh shiver through you and he kisses you once more, biting your lower lip before pulling back just enough to move your spent body down onto the sofa again.

“oh god, this is insane, this is so hot”, you hear hyunjin saying and someone hums, agreeing with him. 

you sink into the sofa, your legs still spread open and your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your skin feels flushed and slick with sweat and the evidence of what you’ve been doing, your nipples still tight and aching, and your cunt still throbbing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, or rather, or your orgasms. you can feel minho’s cum still dripping from your cunt, warm and sticky, mixing with your own juices on the sofa beneath you. 

then you feel the shift of weight behind you and a warm body lies down along your back, moving you just enough for him to press you flush against his body from shoulders to thighs. his chest molds to your spine and his breath is warm on your neck as he starts placing kisses there.

each kiss is gentle at first, his lips brushing the skin below your ear and then he starts trailing down to your shoulder with light sucks that makes your breath hitch. his hand begins tracing your body as his fingertips glide over your hip and up your side, avoiding the spots where you need him the most at first, just to make you tremble and beg for him.

“o-oh, don’t stop”, you tell him.

his hand continues moving, sliding lower now as he moves to trace the curve of your waist and then dips between your legs. you moan and turn your head towards his, seeking his mouth. 

his lips find yours instantly and your hand reaches up as your fingers thread into his hair, tugging as the kiss deepens. your tongues slide against each other while his fingers finally reach your swollen clit. he starts circling it with feather-light strokes at first, building pressure gradually until your hips twitch forward into his touch.

“m-more… please…”, you say, moaning against his mouth.

he responds by pressing two of his fingers lower, sliding them through your slick folds before pushing inside your cunt with a smooth thrust. 

“oh, f-fuck… yes-”

the stretch feels perfect, his fingers curling just right to stroke that sensitive spot inside you. your walls clench around his fingers, still sensitive from minho but already greedy for more. at the same time, your hand moves down between your bodies and wraps around his cock, which is hot and hard in your hand, twitching as you stroke him, your thumb moving to spread the precum already on his tip. 

he groans against your mouth, the sound whiny and desperate, his hips bucking into your grip, and you recognise him instantly, no room for doubt this time.

“jisung…”

his groan vibrates against your lips as your fingers wrap tighter around his cock. han kisses you harder while his fingers keep working inside your cunt, stretching you open, as you soak his knuckles from how wet you still are.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good… you’re so wet for me already”, he pulls away from you just enough to talk and then moves closer, devouring your lips again.

his fingers stop moving and then he removes them, making you whine against his lips.

“j-jisung…”, you try to say his name again.

“shh, it’s okay, baby, i’m here, i’m not going anywhere”, he says.

his hand moves to your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over his hip before his hand goes back to your cunt, entering three fingers this time. the new angle forces your legs wider, exposing your swollen pussy completely to the boys again. han’s cock throbs harder against your lower back, his precum already painting your skin-

“look at you, baby, all spread out like this”, he says, his lips brushing your ear as he talks you through every move, “the boys can see everything now, you know? they can see your pretty pussy dripping, begging to be filled again, begging to be filled with my cock now”

you moan at his words, trying to catch his lips again, but he moves away from you, speaking again. 

“you want that, don’t you, baby? you want me to slide right in while they all watch you, begging for me, right?”

his fingers never stop circling your clit, pressing firmer now, making your hips buck back against him.

“y-yes, please… i-i need you”, you say.

your hand stays tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as you moan into another kiss. he shifts behind you, lining up his cock with your entrance. the tip nudges you from behind, parting your puffy lips before he pushes slowly inside you, until he sinks into your cunt completely, stretching you around him.

“f-fuck, baby. you feel so good”, he says, groaning against your lips.

the sensation is overwhelming, your cunt gripping him as your walls still flutter from your last orgasm. he groans deep in his throat, his hips rolling forward until he’s buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against you.

“ji- jisung, i-”, you try to say, but your voice breaks in another moan.

“that’s it, baby”, he says, his voice strained with his own pleasure, “take everything. you feel how deep i am inside you? that’s your pussy, sucking me in so tight… f-fuck”

he starts thrusting, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before he dives back in. each stroke is accompanied by his fingers on your clit, never stopping, never moving away from there, as he keeps rubbing in time with his hips.

“oh, god, f-fuck… don’t stop, please”, you say, you’re sure you’re almost begging at this point, but you don’t even care. 

your leg hooked over his keeps you wide open, the rest of the boys getting a perfect view of han’s cock disappearing into your cunt and the way your folds stretch around him as your cum leaks out with every thrust. 

your hand tightens in his hair, pulling him down for another messy kiss as he picks up the pace. han talks you through it all, his breath hot against your lips as his skin slaps against yours.

“yes baby, just like that, good girl. squeeze me- fuck, yes… you’re so close already. i can feel you gripping my cock”, he says, biting and licking your lip before he devours your mouth again, “let go for me, baby. come on my cock while the boys watch you fall apart because of me”

his fingers work your clit relentlessly, pinching and circling until your orgasm grows and grows and you can’t do anything to stop it. your body trembles harder, your thighs shaking and your pussy clenching as the orgasm crashes over you.

“that’s it”, he says, “let go, baby”

you cry out into his mouth, your body convulsing and shaking as you come all over his cock. his hips snap forward as his cock moves deep into your clenching cunt as your orgasm pulls you apart. he groans loud against your lips, the sounds that are coming from him completely raw and desperate.

“fuck, yes- just like that, baby, you’re doing so good”, he pants as his fingers still rub circles on your clit even as your juices gush out around his cock, soaking him even more.

his balls smack against your ass with every move and he buries himself to the hilt one final time, his cock twitching inside you as he starts to come. hot and thick ropes of his cum, mixing with minho’s cum from before, and your own fluids, overflowing and leaking out down your thighs onto the sofa.

his body shudders against your back, his breath ragged as he grinds through the aftershocks, pumping every drop deep while his lips find yours again. he doesn’t pull out right away, letting you both ride the high as you hear the boys around you, and his fingers start slowing down on your clit, the lazy strokes making you twitch and whimper now.

finally, with a low sigh, he slips out of you, his softening cock now free and a fresh gush of your mixed cum following it out. he moves you carefully onto your back on the sofa, your body still trembling. he moves on top of you, his body pressing you down as he captures your mouth in another kiss, your tongues sliding and exploring each other. his hands move to your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks while he pours everything into the kiss, drinking in your moans.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his voice low and teasing as he smirks at you, your eyes still covered under the silk.

“you ready for more already, baby?”, he says.

you nod your head, a moan escaping your lips at the thought of his cock entering you again even though it just left your body mere seconds ago. your hands slide up his chest as you lean up to kiss him again, hungry for whatever he might give you next. he laughs softly, the sound warm and amused, and moves down, just enough to nip at your bottom lip.

“you’re so greedy, fuck. look at you, still dripping and already begging without even catching your breath”

he kisses you once more and then he pushes himself, standing up.

“you’re next”, you hear him say, but to who? you’re not sure, but something tells you that you’re not gonna have to wait long.

and you’re right because it’s not even a minute before another body settles over you, his strong and long hands grabbing your ankles and spreading them wider, pushing your legs apart until your thighs burn with the stretch.

he lowers himself between your open legs, his breath hot against your skin as he starts leaving kisses at your ankle, just soft and open-mouthed kisses trailing upwards as his tongue flicks out to taste your skin.

he moves slowly, like he has all the time in the world for this, pressing his lips to the sensitive inside of your knee and sucking lightly there before continuing higher along your inner thigh. his touch is soft yet teasing, his mouth inching closer and closer to your swollen and cum soaked cunt with every kiss.

but just as his lips hover near your dripping folds, he changes his path, kissing around it and circling the sensitive area without touching where you need him the most, his tongue moving to trace the crease of your thigh instead. 

you can’t help it, your hips buck up towards his face, desperate for contact, your body still quivering from your previous orgasms and the new one that’s coming from just his lips on your skin. you want more, you need more and you will do whatever it takes to get it.

a needy whimper escapes your lips as you beg him, your voice hoarse and broken, “oh god… p-please, touch me, fuck, i… i need your mouth on me, please”

his hands slide up your body in response, his palms cupping your breasts as his fingers start rolling your nipples hard enough to send sparks straight to your dripping cunt and forcing a broken scream from your throat.

“oh, fuck… m-more, please”, you say, your back arching off the sofa as he tugs and flicks your nipples again and again. 

he twists them just right, tugging and flicking while his mouth continues its torturous path along your thighs, avoiding your clit and your entrance entirely, building the frustration until you’re writhing beneath him. his tongue keeps dragging wet stripes along your skin, and every avoided brush builds the frustration higher, your thighs shaking and your hips rolling in search of friction that never quite lands where you crave it most.

one of his hands moves to capture yours, your fingers intertwining and the size and shape of his hand hits you instantly - it’s big and slim, elegant yet strong.

“h-hyunjin”, you gasp, his name tumbling out raw and broken.

he chuckles low against your thigh, his breath ghosting over your skin and his lips brushing your skin as he speaks, “hi, muse”

then he dives straight in without warning, his tongue flattening against your clit in one long, filthy lick before sucking your swollen clit between his lips. your whole body jolts like you’ve been shocked, a loud scream of his name tearing from your throat.

“hyunjin!”

the sound of your scream echoes off the walls and you can hear the others moaning and groaning, their voices rough with their own arousal as they watch you fall apart under hyunjin’s attention, some of their hands moving to their cocks again as they watch you. 

hyunjin doesn’t stop, though. one of his hands is still gripping yours firmly while the other keeps pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers mercilessly. his mouth works your cunt with dedication, his tongue thrusting deep into your entrance to lap at the mess inside then circling back to suck and flick your clit.

your hips buck wildly against his face, grinding down in search of more pressure, your thighs clamping around his head only for him to grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, spreading you open for him even more. 

“hyunjin, i… i- oh my god, d-don’t stop”, you say, as he devours your pussy now.

“that’s it, muse”, he growls against you, the vibrations making you sob and choke on air, “ride my tongue. you look so fucking pretty like this all spread out and dripping while i suck on your pretty cunt”

he moves to suck your clit again, hard and fast, while his fingers twist your nipple in time with the rhythm of his mouth.

“come for me, muse. i wanna watch you shatter so i can draw every detail later”, he says, his words making you moan loudly again, “i wanna draw the way your mouth falls open, how you thighs tremble, your hand grabbing mine, the exact shade your pussy turns when it’s stuffed full and leaking”

his words push you over the edge hard. your orgasm crashes through you in waves as your pussy clenches and gushes around his tongue while you scream his name again. your body can’t stop moving, convulsing as your hips jerk uncontrollably against his face. he keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive, whimpering broken pleas.

“please, hyunjin, i… i-”

you’re not even sure what you’re asking for, you’re not sure if you want more or for him to stop. hyunjin lets your hand go and then moves his hand to your face, sliding his fingers up to your lips.

“open”, he says and you obey instantly, parting your mouth wide for him.

he lowers his head to give your clit one last slow suck, his tongue swirling as your body moves closer to him, trying to ride his face again. then, he moves over you, his weight settling between your spread legs. he leans down and spits directly into your open mouth - a thick and warm mix of his saliva and the taste of your own cum.

you swallow it greedily and then, his mouth crashes onto yours in a deep and messy kiss, both of you moaning loud into each other as his tongue pushes the mix between your lips, and your hands now moving to roam his body while the others keep watching you. 

your fingers slide down his chest until they wrap around his cock, giving it one slow stroke as your thumb swipes over the tip to spread his precum. hyunjin groans deep into your mouth as his hips jerk forward, fucking into your hand before he catches himself. he breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp and then grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away.

“fuck… muse, no, not today. the wheel didn’t say that”, his voice is rough and strained, like it hurts him to stop you, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. 

he kisses you again and then pushes himself off you, leaving you empty and aching on the sofa while he stands up. you hear him groan again, low and frustrated, as he walks over to join the others.

you lie there with your legs still spread and your cunt dripping and twitching from all your orgasms. you can feel their eyes burning into you, watching every quiver and every drop that leaks from your hole. your nipples tighten again just from being stared at like this. you hear them talking, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. after a bit, you open your mouth to say something, anything, wanting to know what’s taking them so long, but changbin’s voice cuts through first. 

“hold tight, princess”

just as he says it, you feel strong arms sliding under you, one behind your back and the other under your thighs. you’re lifted effortlessly, your arms looping around a warm neck, you can’t tell who it is yet. your bare ass brushes against his hard cock as he carries you and then, you’re lowered onto something cool and flat, the table.

“much better”, you hear someone saying.

the same boy who carried you guides you down until your back meets the hard surface. he takes your wrists and places your hands on the edges of the table, your fingers curling around it. then, he steps between your legs, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. you feel another rush of wetness seep out, your body already reacting to the exposure and the anticipation until you hear a soft and low buzz that makes your clit throb on instinct. 

your vibrator, someone has it.

how does he have it? 

when did he get it?

was that what they were talking about before?

the sound moves closer, the vibrator circling your spread thighs without touching you yet. your hips twitch upwards, chasing the noise, desperate for that first contact. the boy between your legs keeps you pinned open, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your cunt, but never quite reaching where you need it.

your nipples ache and every breath you take, makes them brush against the air. you can feel every pair of eyes locked on your body, on your dripping pussy, on the way your entrance clenches around nothing, on the vibrator hovering just out of reach. 

the buzz grows louder as it nears your clit, close enough that you can feel the faint vibration in the air but still not touching you. a broken whimper slips from your throat then, because you’re already so wet that it’s running down to the table beneath you, and the teasing only makes more leak out.

“p-please… do something”, you beg whoever is doing this to you. 

the boy holding your legs shifts, pressing his cock against your inner thigh, hard and hot, but he doesn't push inside. he lets you feel the weight of his cock while the vibrator finally brushes your swollen clit in one teasing pass. your whole body jolts and you scream, the contact is brief, sending sparks straight through your body. then he pulls it away again, leaving you gasping and rolling your hips in search of more. 

“no, no, please, don’t stop”, you say.

you hear minho’s low chuckle from somewhere near your head.

“look at her, already dripping again”, he says.

the vibrator returns, this time pressing flat against your clit and stays there now. the steady buzz shoots through you like lightning and your back arches off the table, as a loud and broken moan tears from your throat. your hands grip the table even tighter, your knuckles turning white. 

the boy spreads you even wider, his fingers now moving to pull your folds apart so the vibrator can work directly on your exposed clit. your thighs start shaking almost immediately. the previous orgasms have left you hypersensitive and this constant and relentless vibration is too much but not enough at the same time.

“p-please, i… i need m-more”

you can feel your cunt clenching and pulsing, trying to grab onto something that isn’t there. the boy leans down and nips at your earlobe then moves to your neck while the vibrator circles your clit, changing pressure and the angle every few seconds so you never get used to it. your hips buck wildly, chasing the sensation, but he keeps you pinned, not letting you move. every time you get close, the vibrator pulls back just enough to keep you on the edge.

the vibrator moves lower, sliding through your soaked folds and teasing your entrance without pushing in. it collects your wetness and then drags back up to your clit. the sudden change makes you scream and your back arches off the table again. your fingers claw at the table edges, trying hard to hold on, but you’re so close it hurts.

“p-please”, you gasp, your voice wrecked, “please, i… i need-”

the boy moves his head again to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, “still not recognise me?”

it’s jeongin’s voice. 

the vibrator presses harder right on your clit before he moves it and finally enters you, and your hips jerk up again, already chasing the next orgasm that’s already growing inside you.

“oh g-god… jeongin!”

he laughs, completely pleased with himself, then he crashes his mouth onto yours. his teeth nip your lower lip hard enough to sting before his tongue pushes past your lips. you moan into him, the sound swallowed as he bites down again. then, his mouth leaves yours to trail down your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin,just like the others did.

he moves lower, his teeth closing around one of your nipples while the vibrator stays buried deep inside you, your walls clenching around it. he releases your nipple and then moves straight to your cunt. his tongue drags through your folds and circles your clit as the vibrator keeps moving inside you.

you scream again, the sensations pushing you right to the edge. you hear the others groaning much louder now, the wet sounds of their fists stroking their cocks filling the room as they watch your writhe.

“i’m gonna come”, you hear seungmin saying.

“this is so hot, i can’t believe this”, it’s han now.

jeongin fucks the vibrator in and out of you while his tongue works your clit. your hips try to roll but he stops you again, forcing you to take every vibration and every lick exactly how he wants it. your moans turn into broken and desperate sobs and you’re sure you’re crying under the blindfold.

but just as your orgasm starts to crash through you, jeongin yanks the vibrator out.

“not yet”, he growls against your cunt.

you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing again. he moves the buzzing toy up to your nipples instead, pressing it against one of them and then the other, circling until both of them are red and aching. 

at the same time, his mouth seals over your entrance and he starts eating you out as his tongue thrusts deep, lapping at every drop that pours out of you.

“j-jeongin, i-”

“shh, you can take this, and you will or i will stop right now”, he says and then dives back in again.

he stays like that for a long time, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your with his tongue while the vibrator keeps tormenting your nipples. your body shakes nonstop, your thighs shaking around his head, but every time you get close, he eases off just enough to keep you desperate and dripping for him, making you beg for it, for him.

finally, he pushes his tongue as deep inside you as it will go, curling and stroking your walls while he presses the vibrator hard against your clit again. 

“come”, he says, his voice muffled against your soaked cunt, “now”

your orgasm rips through you violently and your cunt clenches as you squirt all over his face and the vibrator. your back bows off the table as a scream tears from your throat again, your thighs keeping his head right between your legs. jeongin groans into you, licking through every spasm while your juices run down his chin.

you hear the boys cursing and moaning loudly, the wet sounds and groans of them coming filling the room as they watch you fall apart and soak jeongin’s face. your body keeps twitching, the aftershocks rolling through you while he keeps the vibrator pressed to your oversensitive clit, drawing every last drop out of you. 

once you can’t take it anymore, jeongin clicks the vibrator off with a soft snap, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant buzzing that had filled the room. he sets the toy on the edge of the table and then leans over you again. 

his mouth finds yours in a slow and deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. his hands move to cradle your jaw, his fingers firm as they hold your face steady while his tongue pushes past your lips. you moan into the kiss, your hands lifting from the table to tangle in his hair, tugging gently at the strands as you pull him closer to you. 

when he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects your mouths for a second before it breaks and jeongin watches it with dark and hungry eyes as he looks down at you, his chest rising and falling.

without another word, he slides his arms beneath you again and lifts you off the table. your legs wrap around his waist and your arms loop around his neck. he moves you to the sofa again, lowering you onto the cushions, the fabric cool against your overheated skin. he kneels between your spread thighs, his hands resting on your knees as he looks up at you.

“you alright?”, he asks you, his voice much softer now, concern threading through the cracks, “did i push you too far?”

you laugh, the sound breathless and fond, and then you reach out blindly towards him until your fingers find his face. you cup his cheeks and tug him forward, pulling him into another kiss.

“my shy, lovely innie is back”, you murmur against his lips.

he smiles against your mouth and then kisses you once more, slower this time, before he stands up. he brushes a thumb over your cheek and then turns and walks towards the others who are still watching you.

“how are you doing?”, seungmin asks you, “you think you can handle what’s left?”

changbin and chan.

they are left. 

your cunt clenches hard at the thought and fresh slick starts leaking out again, sliding down your inner thigh already.

“i’m good, i can take it”, you say, nodding your head rapidly, almost frantic.

you sit there catching your breath, your thighs still parted, when you feel the cushion dip beside you on your right and a warm body settling close to you. his fingers brush your hair away from your neck and then a mouth presses there, his lips parting to suck a slow mark into the skin. you tilt your head to give him more room, a soft moan escaping your lips already.

his hand slides onto your thigh, his fingers moving and stroking upwards along the inner part but then, they stop close to your aching clit. he stays there for a long moment, his breath hot against your neck and his fingers tracing your skin but not moving any further, and then he pulls away completely, leaving you throbbing and empty again.

before you can recover, the left side of the sofa dips and he sits down next to you again.

why did he change sides?  

you don’t have much time to think because this time, he starts moving much faster, much hungrier, his mouth latches onto the other side of your neck with more force, his teeth scraping and sucking hard, so hard you’re sure you’re gonna have marks tomorrow, just like with all of the other boys. 

his hand moves again, just as bold as his mouth, sliding straight to your inner thigh and gripping tight, his fingers digging in. it moves upwards in one firm stroke but stops again, not touching you where you need him the most. then, just like he did before, he moves away from you, leaving you panting and dripping for him. 

your head spins with the contrast, how gentle he was on one side and how rough was on the other, and how he moved away both times, before he gave you any real relief. your cunt pulses around nothing, your arousal already glistening on your folds as you sit there shaking and desperate for him, your body screaming for more. 

“wait, who-”, you start asking but you have to stop yourself when you start to realise what’s going on.

two large hands land on your thighs at one, forcing your legs wider and spreading you open on the sofa until your knees are nearly touching the cushions on either side. at the same time, two mouths crash onto your neck from both sides. 

one pair of lips is slower, more deliberate and delicate, sucking a deep bruise below your jaw while his tongue drags hot and wet over the mark.

the other mouth is already biting your skin, his teeth sinking in hard enough to make you gasp, then he sucks there until your skin burns.

both sets of hands stay locked on your thighs, their fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding you spread and helpless.

your brain catches up and the contrast clicks into place - the careful and teasing touches from your right and the rougher and hungry ones from your left. you realise who is on either side of you, chan on your right and changbin on your left, both of them working you together, both of them claiming your body at the same time.

a low chuckle comes from somewhere in front of you and then han’s voice cuts through the haze, amused and filthy.

“you finally figured it out, huh? took you long enough, baby”, he says.

the realisation hits you like a spark to gasoline and then a loud and broken moan rips out of your throat.

“oh my fucking god”, you say as another moan escapes you.

your hands move blindly to their bodies, finding their warm and solid thighs on either side of you. your nails scrape hard over their muscles, leaving red lines as you grip them tight, desperate for something to hold onto.

the knowledge that both of them are going to take you at the same time, that you’re about to be shared between chan and changbin without any break, makes you cunt clench and leak even more, the sofa so ruined at this point that you’re sure you’re gonna need a new one.

but you don’t fucking care.

chan’s mouth moves higher, sucking behind your ear while his thumb strokes slow circles on your inner thigh, but never touching your clit. changbin’s teeth graze your collarbone, biting down there before he licks the sting again. his fingers continue to squeeze your thigh hard enough to bruise, but you need more, you don’t want either of them to stop.

both of them are breathing heavier now, groaning and moaning against your skin, their cocks already hard and leaking as they keep you pinned between them, teasing and denying you. your whole body shakes with need and you can feel how they’re both holding back just enough to drive you insane. 

your fingers keep digging into their thighs, your nails leaving marks as another desperate moan escapes you, already aching for the moment they finally stop teasing you and start fucking you together.

“please… do something, i… fuck, i need you, both of you”

chan’s low voice rumbles right against your ear, “we’re gonna take care of you, love. just breathe for us, let us hear every pretty sound you make”

changbin’s grip tightens on your thigh, his fingers pressing deep into the flesh, “that’s it, sweetheart. spread your legs wider for us, just show us how wet and ready you are”

they move you together, chan’s hands sliding under your ass, lifting you a bit while changbin keeps your legs pinned open. they move your body until you’re slouched back against the cushions, your hips tilted forward, completely exposed. you feel chan dropping to his knees between your spread thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them even wider. changbin stays on the sofa beside you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder and his other hand still gripping your thigh and holding you open.

chan looks up at you, his eyes dark as he watches your still covered eyes, and then he leans in and drags his tongue flat through your soaked folds in one long and slow lick from your entrance all the way to your clit, making your hips jerk and a loud and broken moan escape from your throat. 

“oh my... chris-”

changbin’s mouth is on yours instantly, swallowing the sound. he kisses you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips while his free hand cups the back of your head and holds you to him.

“shh”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, “let chan eat that pretty cunt now, we wanna hear you but not too loud yet, there will be time for that in a bit”

you continue kissing changbin as your hips start rocking on their own, grinding down against chan’s face. he groans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit before he sucks it between his lips and then, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them hard against your front wall.

changbin pulls back just enough to watch your face while you moan into his mouth.

“look at you, sweetheart, already fucking his face. so desperate for us”

chan pulls his mouth off you for a second, his lips shiny, “you gonna be a good girl for us and suck changbin’s cock while i keep eating you?”

you nod your head frantically, already reaching for changbin, desperate to have him in your mouth. he stands up in front of you, his thick cock flushed and leaking at the tip. he strokes himself once and then guides the tip to your lips, as you move closer to him too.

“you need to be a good girl if you want to come, okay?”, changbin tells you, his voice rough and demanding, “open up and take it”

you open your mouth and he pushes in, the heavy weight of him sliding over your tongue. chan buries his face back between your legs, sucking your clit while his fingers pump steadily inside you, your eyes rolling back.

“fuck, that’s it”, chan praises you between your thighs, his voice muffled between them, “taking my fingers so well. such a good girl, letting us have you at the same time”

changbin’s hand rests on the back of your head, guiding you gently but firmly as you suck him.

“good girl. look at you, choking on my cock while chan eats that dripping pussy. so fucking greedy for us. so pretty”

from somewhere in front of you, hyunjin’s voice cuts in, “shit, guys, she’s taking both of you so well, look at her hips moving on chan’s face”

you hear another voice saying something like “greedy little thing”, but you don’t recognise him, so lost in your pleasure and the two boys that are using you as they wish.

you keep rocking against chan’s mouth as your hand moves to grab what you can’t reach of changbin’s cock with your mouth, your hand stroking the base while you suck the rest. your tongue swirls around the head every time he pulls back, letting you taste the salty precum that keeps leaking out.

chan adds a third finger, stretching you wider, his tongue never stopping its relentless circles on your clit.

“you’re doing so good, love. taking everything we give you. we’re gonna make you come so hard, rewards you like the good girl you are”

changbin groans above you, his hips twitching forward, “f-fuck, your mouth feels perfect, keep sucking me like that, sweetheart”

your orgasm starts building fast, the combination of chan’s finger curling inside you and his tongue flicking on your clit and changbin’s cock stretching your mouth pushing you right to the edge. 

your walls start fluttering around chan’s fingers and just as you’re about to tip over, both of them pull away at the same time. chan’s fingers slide out of you and changbin pulls his cock from your mouth. you whine loudly, your hips chasing after chan’s face and your hands reaching blindly for changbin’s cock again.

“b-but… i-”, you try to say, but your words won’t find you.

chan rises up between your legs and cups your face with both of his hands, kissing you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“shh, love”, he whispers against your lips, “we’re not done with you yet”

chan and changbin move in sync, both of them moving and dropping to their knees on both of your sides. then, their hands grip your waist and shoulders, guiding you until you’re on your hands and knees between them, with chan in front of you and changbin behind you now. 

your back arches unconsciously, your ass pushed out and your thighs spread wide enough that your dripping pussy is soaking the sofa even more. chan settles in front of you, his cock standing rigid and flushed, and behind you, changbin’s cock presses against the curve or your ass, moving to drag through your soaked folds once, smearing your wetness over himself. 

both of them are breathing hard, their low groans rumbling in their chests as they look at you positioned between them. chan’s fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face so he can look at you better.

“you ready for us, love? you want both of our cocks at the same time?”

“tell us sweetheart”, changbin says as his palm smooths down your spine then grips one ass cheek and spreads you open wider.

your voice comes out shaky and needy, “y-yes, please. i’m ready, i-i need you”

they don’t make you wait because the moment the words leave your mouth, they move together. changbin lines up and pushes forward in one smooth thrust, the thick head of his cock forcing your pussy open and sinking deep, the stretch burns so good that it makes your arms shake.

at the same time, chan guides his cock between your lips and slides in, the heavy weight of him filling your mouth until the tip bumps the back of your throat.

a broken and muffled moan vibrates around chan’s cock as changbin bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass. your walls clench hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering while changbin stays buried to the hilt for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him.

“fuck, that’s it”, changbin growls, his voice rough, “taking every inch of my cock so deep. you’re such a good girl”

chan’s hand stays gentle on your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as he rocks his hips forward in shallow thrusts.

“look at you”, he says, “your mouth so full of me while changbin fucks that tight pussy from behind. you’re perfect like this, our perfect girl”

they start moving together. changbin pulls back until only the head remains inside you, then moves forward again, the force of it rocking your whole body forward onto chan’s cock. chan meets the motion by pushing deeper into your throat, his free hand sliding into your hair to hold you steady for them.

every thrust from behind pushes you further onto the cock in your mouth, your own spit dripping down your chin and mixing with the precum leaking from chan’s cock. your cunt keeps clenching greedily around changbin every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock rubbing tight against that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble. 

“god, you’re so fucking wet”, changbin pants, one of his hands gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other reaches around to squeeze your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple, “you love being used like this, don’t you?”

chan groans about you, his hips rolling in steady thrusts that make you gag around him “she’s taking us so well. look how her throat moves every time i push in. such a good girl for us”

from the other side of the room, seungmin’s voice cuts through the haze again, "look at those hips shaking, shit”

another voice, felix this time, also speaks, “fuck, she looks so pretty stuffed full like that, i wanna do it too”

their praises make your cunt flutter harder around changbin’s cock.

“f-fuck, sweetheart, just like that”, he moans, his thrusts growing faster now.

you push back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper while your tongue works along the underside of chan’s cock. your hands grip the sofa cushions, your knuckles beyond white at this point, as both of them fuck you from both ends without mercy.

changbin’s pace picks up, his cock dragging against your walls with every stroke.

“you’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart? i can feel you pulsing around me”

chan pulls back just enough to let you breathe, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, “you gonna come with both of us inside you?”

you nod your head, your eyes glassy and your mouth open and waiting.

“y-yes, please… i-i need you, both of you. i want you to come inside me, please”

chan groans at your words and then slides back in, moving deeper and faster this time, while changbin reaches around your hip and finds your swollen clit with his fingers. he rubs tight and fast circles over your sensitive clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. 

the sudden stimulation makes your whole body jolt and you moan, the sound vibrating around chan’s cock as your orgasm crashes over you without warning. your pussy clamps down hard around changbin, your walls fluttering and squeezing as you come, squirting all over his cock. the intensity makes your arms give out, but changbin’s grip on your hips holds you up.

“fuck… there it is”, changbin groans, his hips stuttering as our cunt milks him, “coming so hard on my cock. good girl, sweetheart”

chan’s breathing turns ragged above you, his thrust growing uneven now, “shit, love, your mouth feels too good. i-i’m gonna-”

changbin’s fingers keep working your clit through your orgasm, drawing it out until you come again without a warning, so fast that the only thing you can do is shake and whimper around chan’s cock. this is enough to push both boys over the edge at the same time.

changbin buries himself to the hilt and comes deep inside you, hot pulsed of cum flooding your pussy. chan pushes forward and spills down your throat, thick ropes of cum shooting onto your tongue as he groans your name. 

you swallow around him, taking everything he gives you while your orgasm keeps rolling through you in waves. changbin’s cum leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thigh onto the sofa too.

you hear the other boys groaning and coming too, their rough curses and broken moans and the unmistakable sounds of them stroking themselves to the sight of you being filled from both ends. 

chan pulls out slowly, letting the last drops of cum land on your tongue. he tilts your chin up again, watching you swallow with your covered eyes. changbin stays buried inside you, his cock still twitching as he catches his breath, his fingers still gently circling your oversensitive clit until you whimper and he moves them away from you.

“such a good girl for us”, chan says, his voice hoarse, “took both of us so, so perfectly”

changbin leans over your back, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, “good job, sweetheart”

strong hands slide under your arms and around your waist, lifting you gently from your position. chan and changbin work together, easing you upright until you’re sitting between them on the sofa. your legs still feel like jelly, your thighs sticky with a mix of sweat and cum that smears against the sofa as they settle you down.

chan stays on your right, one of his arms draped behind your shoulders, while changbin stays on your left, his palm resting warm on your bare thigh. their bodies bracket yours, solid and reassuring, the heat of their skin seeping into yours.

chan’s fingers find the knot at the back of your head and then, he unties the blindfold slowly, the fabric finally sliding away from your eyes. the light floods in and you have to blink a few times, adjusting as the scene in front of you comes into focus.

the living room looks like pure chaos after your round today - han is sprawled on the floor, his chest heaving as one of his hands is still loosely wrapped around his softening cock, streaks of his release glistening on his stomach; felix sits on the armchair across from you, his legs spread wide as his own cum pains the inside of one of his thighs and his stomach; you see minho leaning against the wall in front of you, breathing hard, the mess on his skin the proof to what he’s done; jeongin is on the rug, his cum drying on his fingers; and hyunjin and seungmin are tangled together on the smaller sofa, both of them looking completely wrecked, their bodies glistening with their own cum.

the air smells thick with sex, a mix of musk, sweat and the sharp tang of all your cum combined together. the sofa beneath you is damp in several spots, your own thighs and the cushion between your legs soaked from everything that happened. 

you feel completely destroyed, your pussy still pulsing with aftershocks and changbin’s cum slowly leaking out of you. your jaw aches from taking chan so deep, your throat raw from all the swallowing and screaming and moaning you did. your skin is marked with fingertips and bite marks and also the faint red lines from where hands gripped your body too hard, yet satisfaction rolls through you in heavy waves and every inch of you feels claimed and pleasured.

chan brushes a strand of hair from your damp forehead, his touch gentle now, “you okay, love?”

you nod your head before you turn to look at him and answer, “yeah, more than okay. i loved it”

changbin chuckles low beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your thigh, “you took all of us like a champ. again”

han lifts his head and laughs softly, “the blindfold was the best idea we’ve ever had. watching you guess who was touching you while we all got off… fuck, that was hot”

“yeah, i almost came just from that a couple of times”, felix says, looking at his own cum on his skin.

you smile, still catching your breath, and lean back against chan’s arm, “maybe next time i’ll use the blindfold on you guys. make you guess what i’m gonna do next to you”

seungmin groans at the suggestion, “you already did that to me and i couldn’t think straight for two days after that”

hyunjin smirks next to him, his voice teasing, “wait, i wanna do that. do it with me next time!”

laughter ripples through the room, light and easy despite how wrecked and destroyed everyone looks. then, you hear jeongin’s voice, asking the question that everyone seems to be thinking.

“so… what’s next?”, he says.

your mind drifts for a moment, turning over the different possibilities. 

what could come next? 

another blindfold game? with them this time?

using your toys on them?

playing with two of them each time, just like chan and changbin did?

the options feel endless, each one more filthy and exciting than the last. you look around at their flushed faces, their spent bodies and you smile to yourself, already imagining the next time you spin the wheel.

the library

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you leave the last box just inside the front door and let out a long breath as you stand there, looking at your new apartment. the boxes full with your stuff sit against every wall - some of them are stacked neatly, labelled in thick black marker, but others are piled wherever you found an empty spot during your endless trips between your old place and this one.

kitchen.

bathroom.

clothes.

bedroom.

books.

the labels start blurring together as exhaustion settles deeper into your bones. you had spent the entire day moving, because from the moment that you woke up this morning, it’s been nothing but carrying, lifting, driving, unloading and then carrying everything all over again. moving always sounds simple until you’re actually doing it.

now that everything is finally here, everything is finally in your new apartment, you have to do the next part, which is to unpack everything you had spent days, even weeks packing.

“great”, you say as a groan leaves your lips.

you rub your face with both hands before looking around again. the sight is overwhelming but you know that if you leave everything until tomorrow you’ll have yourself later so you force yourself to start, at least with the essentials, that’s the rule. 

you walk towards the kitchen and find the box labelled in large letters across the side and after wrestling with the tape for a bit, you finally get it open. inside are plates wrapped in newspaper, glasses protected by towels, utensils bundled together and various kitchen tools. 

it’s not exciting or fun, but it’s necessary. 

you begin putting things away one by one - the spoons, forks and knives go into one drawer, the plates into the cabinet above the counter, the bowls next to them and the glasses in the next one. 

every movement feels slower than it normally would. your muscles protest each time you lift your arms but slowly, the kitchen starts looking less like and empty shell and more like a place someone actually lives in.

a small victory, but you take it anyway.

after finishing the basics, you open another box which has more kitchen supplies - your coffee mugs, a frying pan, a saucepan, the electric kettle you use almost every day. you smile a bit when you find it, at least tomorrow morning won’t be a disaster. 

when you’re done with the essentials, there are still boxes against the wall but the kitchen looks functional. it’s not complete, not even close, but at least you can cook and eat here, and that’s enough for now.

you decide to focus on your clothes now so you move to your bedroom which is even more chaotic than your living room. there are boxes surrounding the bed frame you had put together earlier, suitcases sitting open near your wardrobe and clothes spilling from partially opened boxes. 

you kneel beside one of them and begin sorting through everything - your trousers, your t-shirts, your dresses… you hang some items in the wardrobe and fold others into drawers. the repetitive task is oddly calming after the day you’ve had, you focus only on simple things. fold, stack, hang and repeat. 

it takes you a bit longer than you had expected because you keep stopping to stretch your back and shake out your sore arms, and sometimes you have to stop when you find clothes that you don’t remember packing or even having in the first place. 

you unpack enough clothes to get through the week and you decide to stop there for the day, closing your wardrobe and the suitcases and boxes. your room is definitely not finished, there are still boxes everywhere, but at least you know where some of your clothes are, you won’t have to dig through cardboard tomorrow to find a clean t-shirt.

you walk towards your living room again and look at the boxes that remain untouched. you know there are hours of unpacking ahead of you, maybe days, but that sounds like a future you problem, so you move to your sofa, which is one of the few pieces of furniture already in place, and practically collapse onto it.

the cushions sink beneath your body and a relieved sigh escapes you immediately. for the first time all day, you’re not carrying anything, or lifting boxes, or unpacking, or organising. no, you’re just sitting, finally. but despite the exhaustion, despite the aching muscles and the mountain of work still waiting for you, a small sense of satisfaction settles in your chest because the hardest part is over. 

you let your head fall back against the sofa and close your eyes for a moment and then your phone suddenly beeps, cutting through the silence of the apartment. you open your eyes and reach for your phone, thinking it might be one of your friends checking whether you’ve survived moving day, but then you see the alarm and a small smile appears on your face. 

“oh”

right, that alarm, the one you never forget to set, the one you look forward to always. 

everyone has their own ways of relaxing - some people watch movies, some people read books, others play games after a long day and you? you relax watching your favourite camboy with his hands on his dick as your fingers disappear inside you.

you open his page and type your information without even looking, the process so familiar now that you barely need to think about it anymore. after some seconds, his page loads and you wait for the livestream to start. you see comments from other viewers already, all of you waiting for the same thing, waiting for him. 

you shift further into the sofa, allowing yourself to relax properly as the anticipation kicks in. the screen flickers once and then the livestream begins. 

leethighs is live.

he’s already there, sitting on the edge of his bed, his body framed from the neck down as always, you’ve never seen his face. his black boxers hug the thick outline of his cock and his chest rises and falls slowly. 

the chat explodes the second he appears.

user69: fuck yes finally 

cumslut: he is so hard already

he chuckles seeing the comments, his voice low and rough. one of his hands slides down his stomach, his fingers tracing the skin that disappears under the waistband of his boxers. he palms himself through his boxers, giving the whole length a squeeze so everyone can watch it twitch and swell even more. 

“hi everyone, did you miss me?”, he says, his voice already teasing, “i’ve been thinking about you all day. wondering how many of you are already wet just from waiting for me”

his thumb moves to drag over the head of his cock, pressing the damp spot that’s starting to form and you have to stop yourself from moaning out loud.

“look how hard i already am for you”, he says.

your thighs press together on the sofa and heat pools between your legs, your cunt growing slicker with every lazy stroke he gives himself. you still don’t touch yourself, you just watch him, your nipples tightening under your t-shirt.

edgequeen: don’t take them off yet

princessonline: stroke your dick through the boxers more

the donations keep coming and he obeys instantly, laughing as he cups his balls through the fabric while his other hand keeps stroking his cock. the boxers are so tight now that the head of his cock is clearly outline, a dark wet patch spreading at the tip.

“so you wanna tell me what to do, huh? okay, i guess we can do that today”, he purs, his hips rolling forward into his own grip.

he moves his fingers to the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down just enough so the base of his cock shows, thick and veined. then he lets it snap back up, the elastic slapping against his skin. 

you bite your lip, feeling your panties soaked through, the fabric clinging to your folds. he leans back on one hand, spreading his legs wider so the camera catches everything. his other hand traces his cock again, slower this time, circling the head with two fingers until another bead of precum soaked into the fabric.

“i can imagine all of you…”, he says, reading the comments, “so wet for me, already dripping. but stay like that for me, don’t come yet. i want us to do it together”

the chat goes feral. 

edgequeen: please take them off now

user69: pull it out now

you decide to comment too, your thoughts completely clouded by him.

littlekitten: god i wish you could just fuck me

he looks at the comments and laughs softly, the sound going straight to your clit. both of his hands move to the waistband and he pauses there, letting the tension stretch for a moment and then, he peels the boxers down in one movement.

his cock springs free, the tip already shiny with precum. it slaps up against his stomach, before settling heavy between his thighs. he wraps one hand around the base, giving it a slow pump so a fresh bead of his cum wells at the slit and drips down his cock.

“there it is”, he says, “all for you”

your hand finally slips under your shorts and panties and you move two fingers through your soaked folds, parting them, feeling how swollen and wet you already are. you circle your clit a few times and then slide your fingers lower, pressing them inside you with a loud moan.

on screen he starts stroking himself more, from base to tip, twisting his wrist there. precum keeps leaking, making everything slick and shiny, and the wet sounds of his hand moving fill your room along with his low moans and yours. 

princessonline: spit on it pls

the sound of another donation comes in again and he leans forward, letting a thick string of spit fall from his mouth onto the tip of his cock, the sight of it making you even more wet. his spit mixes with the precum, and he uses it to stroke his cock faster. you match him without thinking, your fingers moving in and out of you at the same rhythm, your thumb rubbing your clit now too. 

the chat is pure chaos now as the donations keep flying in and everyone begs him to go faster, to go harder, to let them watch him come.

“fuck-”, he gasps, “i-i’m cumming”

your fingers curl inside yourself, pressing against your spot while your thumb works your clit faster. on screen his hand becomes a blur, his cock glistening and his thighs trembling.

“now”, he says, his voice rough, “want you to come with me. right now”

thick ropes of cum erupt from his cock, painting his abs and chest, while some lands on his hand as he keeps stroking through it. the sight pushes you over and your cunt clamps down hard around your fingers, pulsing as you come with a broken cry, your juices flooding your hand and soaking your panties even more. 

he slows his strokes, letting the last few drops bead at the tip and drip down. then he leans closer to the camera, just enough for his smile to fill the frame.

“as always, it’s my pleasure. see you soon, you freaks”, he says and then the screen goes black, the livestream ending.

you pull your hand out slowly, your fingers shiny and trembling. you collapse deeper into the sofa, your body still twitching from your orgasm. you stare at the black screen, already counting down the hours until the next livestream, already wet again at the thought of watching him another day.

after some days, your apartment slowly transforms from a maze of boxes into something that actually resembles a home. there are still a few things left to do, like books waiting for their place on the shelves or pictures that are still leaning against the walls because you still haven’t decided where to hang them, but compared to the disaster that it was on moving day, the difference is incredible. 

you can finally invite people over without having to apologise for the mess that your apartment is, which is exactly why your best friend jiah is coming today.

you stand inside the lift beside her as she carries a paper bag from the bakery close to the building, the lift slowly moving up towards your floor.

“i still can’t believe you’re finally done moving”, she says.

“i’m not completely done”, you say.

“you basically are, there are always things to do”

you laugh and then the doors slide open and you both step into the hallway. you lead the way towards your door and halfway there, something catches your eye, or rather, someone. a boy is standing outside the apartment next to yours. 

your neighbour, which you haven't actually met yet. you’ve heard him a few times through the wall but that’s about it .

now he’s locking his door, a bag hanging over one of his shoulders and when he hears your footsteps, he looks up and his eyes meet yours.

“hi”, you say, offering a polite smile.

he smiles at you too, “hi”

from up close, he’s even better looking than you initially thought, a bit taller than you with dark hair and warm eyes. you have to force yourself not to stare at him for too long.

“i’m y/n, your new neighbour”, you say, “i moved in a few days ago”

“oh”, he says as his smile grows, “that was you?”

you laugh, “the boxes gave me away?”

“a little”

his voice is surprisingly gentle, it’s soft and tender, and you like it immediately. 

“i’m minho, by the way”, he says.

“nice to meet you, minho”

“you too”

a brief silence settles between you and then he adjusts the strap of his bag.

“well, i guess i’ll see you around then”

“yeah”, you smile, “see you”

he smiles again, small and a little shy, then he gives a small bow before he walks towards the lift. you watch him walk away, your eyes on him until the doors of the lift close with him inside and then a hard bump lands against your shoulder and you jump.

jiah is staring at you, grinning, “i’m still here, you know?”

you shake your head and turn to your door, typing the code.

“you were staring at him”, she says.

“i wasn’t”, you say, your cheeks red.

“sure”

the door opens and you both walk inside.

“oh my god, y/n, it looks really good”

over the next fifteen minutes, you give her a tour of the entire apartment as she inspects everything, considering if this place is enough for her best friend. after she gives you her approval, you both move to the kitchen, the coffee maker humming quietly as it finishes. 

once it finishes, you sit in one of the stools as jiah sits across from you, as you start talking about your work and your friends, just random gossip. then jiah takes a sip of her coffee and then a dangerous smile appears on her face. 

“oh no… what?”, you ask her as you take a sip of your own cup.

“are you still thinking about your cute neighbour?”, she asks you.

you nearly choke on your coffee, “what? no!”

she starts laughing, “you totally are”

“i’m not”

“you were literally watching him walk away”

you shake your head, trying to hide your smile, but you fail.

“you’re impossible, jiah”

she rests her chin in her hand, “fine, maybe you’re not thinking about your cute, definitely hot, neighbour. you’re probably thinking about you cam guy”

your face heats instantly, “jiah!”

“what?”

“you always bring him up”

“because you’re obsessed with him”, she says, laughing.

“i’m not”

“yes, you are”

“no”

“y/n, you literally set alarms for his livestreams”

you groan while she laughs into her coffee again. to be fair, she’s the entire reason you discovered that world in the first place. months ago, she sent you a random link with a message that simply said “trust me” and the rest was history. 

“you know, speaking of camboys…”, she starts saying.

“no”, you say.

“i found a new one the other day”

“no”

“this guy is-”

“jiah”

“just listen to me”

“i’m not interested”

jiah rolls her eyes, “you are so loyal to him”

“i’m not loyal, i’m just not interested”

“in anyone else but him”

you open your mouth, then pause and close it again.

her grin widens, “i knew it”

“oh, shut up”, you say which makes her laugh so hard she nearly spills her coffee, “i’m serious, jiah, i don’t need another one”

“okay…”, she says as she takes another sip, and then she leans forward, “but just so you know, this new guy does some absolutely insane things during his livestreams”

you immediately raise a hand, “no”

she leans back and sighs, “okay, fine”

but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes tells you she definitely isn’t finished with this conversation, not even close. 

“and… have you ever thought about it?”, she asks you.

“thought about what?”

she tilts her head, “being a camgirl”

you pause mid-sip, the mug stopping just before your lips.

“… what?”

she shrugs, completely unfazed, “i think it would be cool, i’ve thought about it once or twice. you’ve never thought about it? like… at all?”

you set your coffee down, “i- no. why would i?”

she leans forward, her elbows on the counter, clearly invested now, “because it’s kind of hot”, she says simply, “i mean, the idea of people watching you, paint attention to what you do and them getting off to that”

you stare at her, “you’re serious?”

“completely”, she says, no hesitation in her voice, no joke hiding behind it, “i mean… i’ve thought about it, not like in a weird way or anything. it’s just… the control and the attention, the confidence. some people really like that”

you shift slightly on your stool suddenly aware of the conversation in a different way,

“i’ve never thought about it like that to be honest”, you say.

and the thing is, you find yourself not hating the idea either.

jiah smiles, like she expected that answer, and like she already knows the internal conflict you seem to be having. she moves to another thing, something about her neighbour being a pain in the ass, but your mind doesn’t fully follow because part of you stays stuck on what she said, stuck on it like it’s a thought you didn’t know you had until someone else said it first.

eventually, she checks her phone and sighs, “i should go”

“already?”

“yeah, i’ve got things to do”

you stand up with her, walking her to the door and hugging her once you reach it.

“don’t think too hard about it”, she says laughing.

“i wasn’t thinking about it”

she smirks at you, “yeah, sure”

then she leaves with a final wave and you close the door. you walk to the kitchen to clean the cups you used and then move to the bathroom to have a quick shower. once you finish, you go to your room and get dressed into comfy clothes, nothing too tight. 

you are tidying up your room when you hear your phone, and you reach for it - the alarm. 

the livestream. 

you move to your bed, your body sinking onto the mattress and your heart already beating loud and fast against your ribs. you wait for a few seconds and then the livestream starts, a low rush of water echoing through your phone. you see him standing under the shower, the water falling over his chest and stomach. his cock is already hard, the precum already clinging to the tip before the shower rinses it away. 

princessonline: holy fuck look at that cock 

edgequeen: i think i just came from this

he laughs, reading the comments, “hi, everyone. i just came home from the gym and i couldn’t wait anymore. i knew you would all be waiting for me so i thought i could give you a show before i clean up”

his hand moves to his cock, wrapping around the base as the water moves down the length, making everything glisten.

you don’t hesitate this time. you take off your shorts and panties and then move your hand between your legs, your fingers moving to your already swollen and sensitive clit. you start circling it before you move two fingers inside your cunt, feeling how wet and ready you are. a soft moan slips out as you start moving them in time with his strokes. 

cumslut: faster please

user69: fuck look at those thighs

his free hand braces against the wall while his hips roll forward, fucking his fist under the water, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with his low groans. your thumb presses harder against your clit while your fingers move inside you. you write a comment, your breath coming faster as your orgasm grows.

littlekitten: those thighs look so fucking good, i wanna ride them until i soak them

he reads your comment out loud and laughs, “ride them, huh? maybe i could let you watch me flex while you grind on me sometime”

the chat explodes with more comments and donations. he leans his head back, the water hitting his chest as he works his cock faster. you match his pace, your fingers moving deep inside you, the wet sounds of your own pussy and the livestream filling your bedroom.

“i’m coming now”, he says, “i want you right there with me”

your orgasm crashes through you the second he groans and comes too, his cock pulsing as his cum mixes with the water and then washes away while he keeps stroking his cock. your cunt spams hard around your fingers, your fluids flooding your hand as you come with a broken cry and a loud moan. 

he slows down, giving his cock a few lazy pumps before leaning forwards just enough for that familiar smirk to fill the frame.

“i know today was short but intense, but don't worry, i’ll see you soon”, he says and then the screen turns black.

you lie there, panting on your bed, your fingers still buried inside you. you think about what jiah said earlier, whether you’d ever considered becoming a camgirl. the idea no longer feels distant, and instead, you find yourself getting wet again, your body already reacting to the fantasy of being the one on camera, being the one making others touch themselves and come while you spread your legs for them and let them watch, being the one in control.

maybe it’s because you’ve spent the entire night thinking about what jiah said yesterday or maybe it’s because every free moment since you woke up this morning somehow circles back to her words, but the idea follows you everywhere.

you being a camgirl.

it’s not that you seriously plan to do it, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself, but there is something about it that refuses to leave your mind, something thrilling and reckless. the thought of being seen, of knowing people are watching you… it’s terrifying and somehow that’s exactly why you can’t stop thinking about it.

you know yourself well enough to know that if you keep thinking about it, if you keep thinking about every possible outcome, you’ll never do it. so instead of overthinking, you decide to do the one thing you never do, which is act first.  

you will do it just once, just for tonight. if you hate it, that’s fine, you can turn your phone off and pretend it never happened. nobody has to know, nobody ever will. 

but if you don’t try, you’ll keep wondering.

so that’s how you find yourself now, sitting on your bed with a black lace bra and its matching panties sitting high on your hips, your phone propped on a stack of pillows and your heart beating so hard you can feel it in your throat. 

you stare at the screen, then at yourself in the tiny preview window and then back at the screen again. your palms are sweaty and your stomach twists nervously. this is ridiculous, you should stop and put some clothes on, you should definitely not be doing this.

no.

you wanna do this, you wanna try this.

you take a deep breath and then another one, trying to calm yourself down, trying to slow your heartbeat. your fingers tap against your thigh and you look at the button again, one simple press is all it takes to go live.

you remind yourself that nobody is forcing you to do this, that if you hate it, you can end it immediately, forget the whole thing ever happened, the world won’t end there. you repeat that thought several times until it finally starts sounding believable, then you straighten your shoulders, take one last deep breath and before you can change your mind, you press the button and then the livestream starts.

you’re live.

the frame shows only what you planned, from your neck to your thighs, no one can see your face. for the first seconds, the viewer count stays at zero and then starts growing slowly.

maknaeontop: new girl??

midnightwolf: nervous? don’t worry we’ll be gentle with you

you swallow, feeling your cheeks burning, and then you speak, your voice a bit shaky, “hi… it’s my first time”

you close your eyes and shake your head, already regretting saying that, and you wonder again if this was really a good idea, if maybe you should turn the whole thing off before you do anything else but then, the chat explodes with comments. 

strongspear: take your time baby

quokkjone: already hard just seeing the lace

aussielord: don’t be shy we wanna see you

you had seen thousands of comments like this in your camboy’s streams, but being on the receiving end is entirely different. a donation alert sounds and then you let out a shaky breath. you bring your hands up, your fingertips trembling a bit as they trace the edge of your bra. you feel your nipples tightening further under the lace and you circle them slowly, the lace rasping against them and a soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.

artprince69: fuck that’s hot

dirtypup: that body is insane 

aussielord: do it again

you can’t deny it, your can feel your clit throbbing under the lace, desperate for attention. you bite your lip as you slide one of your hands down your stomach until your fingers rest on the front of your panties, the lace there already damp. you press two fingers against your covered clit and rub in small circles, the sensation making your thighs part a little wider without thinking.

strongspear: push the fabric aside baby

artprince69: keep going, it’s driving us crazy

the donations keep going and you obey the second comment. instead of moving the lace aside, you slip your fingers underneath it, finding your puffy lips and your swollen clit. you bite your lip hard as you start rubbing yourself, the wet sounds barely audible but unmistakable. your other hand moves to your breast, pinching your nipple through the bra until it aches.

quokkjone: moan for us pls

you let the sound out this time, moaning loud and clear, your back arching as you keep rubbing yourself.

“i-it feels so good…”, you say, your voice huskier than you expected, “oh, f-fuck”

the chat goes feral and then you change your position, kneeling on your bed with your knees spread. the camera now catches your hand moving under the lace between your legs, the fabric shifting with every stroke of your fingers, and you rock your hips forward, grinding against your own hand.

maknaeontop: those thighs are perfect

aussielord: just like that baby, rub that pussy

midnightwolf: fuck i’m gonna come 

you push two fingers inside you and then curl them, the wet squelch much louder now. your other hand slips under your bra, squeezing your breast and rolling your nipple between your fingers.

“i’m so wet right now… can you hear how soaked i am?”, you say, your voice trembling but trying to sound sensual.

your orgasm builds fast and hard, your thighs shaking now. you press your palm flat against your clit and grind, your fingers still inside you as you keep moaning, almost screaming.

dirtypup: you naughty girl you’re this wet for us?

midnightwolf: mmm you look so good baby

artprince69: those sounds… fuck

the pressure snaps and then you cry out, your orgasm going through you in deep waves that make your whole body jerk. your legs tremble as the climax crashes through you, and it goes on and on, your juices soaking your lace and your inner thighs. when your orgasm ends, you stay kneeling on your bed, your chest heaving and your fingers still deep inside you.

aussielord: that was so fucking hot

maknaeontop: when is the next one??

strongspear: don’t make us wait 

you smile, even though they can’t see your face, “i’ll be back soon… i hope you won’t miss me too much”

you lean forward, showing the lower part of your face and you blow a kiss, feeling brave enough to do that, which seems ridiculous when you think about what you just did. then you end the stream and the screen goes dark. 

you pull your fingers out of you and look at them, completely soaked, the proof that you definitely enjoyed this and that this is not going to be a one time thing, because you’re already wondering how soon is soon enough.

what surprises you the most isn’t that you actually find yourself enjoying doing the livestreams, it’s how quickly it becomes part of your routine.

one livestream turns into two, two turns into five and then before you know it, almost a month has passed. your account has grown steadily during that time - at first only a handful of people showed up and now there are enough names in the chat that you can no longer keep track of everyone. 

it’s strange and also addictive, not because of the attention alone, but because of the confidence and the control it gives you, the knowledge that every person is there watching you because they want to, just like you do with your camboy. 

you become bolder with every stream, more comfortable and confident, teasing your viewers and talking more, but you never take your bra and panties off. that remains a line you haven’t crossed yet, but you’re not opposed to it either. 

you are walking around the city centre and you find yourself walking through a lingerie boutique, wondering which little number you should buy for today’s livestream. a month ago, you would have never entered a store like this, and now you’re looking through racks of lace and silk, getting ready to show yourself to strangers online.

the confidence still feels unfamiliar sometimes, but not unwelcome.

you end up leaving the store with a white set that caught your eye the minute you entered the shop, elegant and daring, not letting much to the imagination. you keep thinking about how it will look on you on your way home. when you reach your building, you see the lift doors closing, and you start running, trying to get in.

“hold it, please!”, you say as you get closer.

you see the doors sliding open again and you enter, finding your neighbour minho there, inside the lift. he looks up when you enter and he smiles at you the moment he sees you. you return the smile, the doors closing behind you. 

“hi, minho”

“hi”, he says, his smile growing now.

you move to stand next to him and you feel your heart speeding up. for some reason it always seems to do that when you’re around him. over the last few weeks, you’ve run into each other several times - sometimes in the hallway, others in the lift like today, sometimes when one of you was leaving and the other was coming home, and that one time he ran out of milk and asked you if you had some left that he could take. 

the conversations are always short, always friendly, but every single one leaves you smiling afterwards.

“so”, he says, looking at the shopping bag in your hand, “successful shopping trip, i guess?”

you look down at your bag and move it behind you, not wanting him to see what’s inside.

“well, i think that depends on your definition of successful”, you say, turning to smile at him.

his eyes brighten with amusement, “that’s not an answer”

“it’s the only one you’re getting”

he laughs softly and the sound makes you smile even more.

“fair enough”, he says. 

the lift continues moving upwards and he speaks again.

“how are you settling in?”, he asks you.

“pretty well, actually”, you say, nodding your head.

“no more box mountains?”

you groan and close your eyes, “oh god, don’t remind me, please”

he laughs again, “i take that as yes”

“i still find random things in weird places”, you say laughing.

“that’s part of moving”, he says, laughing as he looks at you.

the lift reaches your floor and the doors open.

“so this is us”, he says.

“this is us”

you walk into the hallway together, and as you get closer to your apartments, you wonder what he does all day, who he spends time with, whether he’s seeing someone but then you stop yourself and scold yourself internally. those are definitely the thoughts of someone developing a crush, a very obvious crush at that, and judging by the teasing texts that jiah keeps sending you every time you mention him, apparently you’re not hiding it very well.

minho stops outside his door and you stop outside yours.

“so… see you around?”, he says.

“yeah, see you around”

he smiles at you again and then you both turn to your doors, typing your codes and going inside once the doors open. despite the new lingerie sitting in your shopping bag, despite the livestream you already have later that evening, the person occupying your thoughts as you close the door behind you isn’t your audience, it’s minho. 

you groan softly, “get it together, y/n”

you make your way to your bedroom and toss your phone onto the bed and then you set the bag on the bed and carefully pull the new lingerie out, which is even prettier and bolder than you remember.  

leaving it where it is, you head to the bathroom and have a shower, but even under the warm water, your thoughts keep going back to minho, his eyes, his smile. you tell yourself to stop but your brain ignores you and by the time you step out of the shower, you’ve accepted defeat, you definitely have a crush on him.

great.

you change into comfy clothes first, nothing fancy, just something comfortable to move around in while you finish getting ready for the livestream. you dry your hair and finish your skincare, even though you won’t be showing your face.

eventually you’re satisfied and everything is ready, all that’s left is changing. you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom and then you reach for the handle and turn it.

nothing happens.

you frown and turn it again, but still, nothing.

“what?”

you pull harder but the door refuses to move. you try again and again but nothing, the door stays shut.

“no- wait, no, no”

you shove your shoulder against the door and it rattles but it doesn’t open. you try again, a bit harder this time, but still nothing. a frustrated sigh leaves you because of course this had to happen now, when you’re getting ready for a livestream and you don’t have your phone with you, because you left it in your bedroom before.

you push against the door again and the frame shakes but the door remains closed.

“fuck… seriously?”

you try a different angle, then another and another one, but nothing works. you hit the door with your shoulder again and again until you hear a knock on your door. you walk towards it and pull it open, finding minho standing just outside your apartment.

“hey”, he says.

“hi”

he gestures vaguely towards the inside of your apartment, “is everything okay? i heard… a lot of noise”

you immediately know what he means and heat creeps into your face, “oh god…”, you say as you cover your face for a second, “my bedroom door is stuck and i can’t open it”

his eyebrows rise and he nods his head, “right… you want some help?”

at this point, your pride is already beyond saving, “please”

you stand to the side and let him in, gesturing towards your bedroom. he walks there and then tries to open it but, to no one’s surprise, nothing happens.

“okay, so it’s actually stuck”, he says.

“yeah, thank you for confirming i’m not losing my mind”, you say laughing, making him laugh with you.

he tries to open it again, but it won’t open. he spends a couple of minutes like that, trying different things, but nothing, the door remains closed. then minho changes his grip, braces one foot against the frame and gives the handle a sharp pull while pushing at a different angle and the door suddenly swings open.

“oh my god”, you say as relief floods through you, “you did it!”

minho steps inside first to make sure nothing else is stuck and when he turns, his gaze lands on the bed, and your stomach immediately drops.

the lingerie, completely visible and completely impossible to miss.

panic takes over you and you move so quickly you nearly trip over your own feet. you plant yourself directly between minho and your bed, as if your body somehow became a curtain. minho blinks and then very politely looks anywhere except behind you. he looks at the ceiling, the wall, the window, the door, just anywhere. 

you’re sure your face is bright red at this point.

“it’s… i…”, you start saying but you stop because there is absolutely no explanation that doesn’t make this worse.

thankfully, minho rescues you, “i should probably go”

“yes”, the answer comes out much too fast and you clear your throat, “i mean- thank you”

his smile returns, gentle and thankfully not teasing, “no problem”

you smile at him and then walk him back to the front door, the embarrassment following you with every step you take.

“thanks again”, you say, smiling at him.

“anytime”, he says.

“so, i uh… see you around, minho”

his eyes meet yours briefly, “yeah, see you” 

he leaves and you close the door and lock it. you lean against it and exhale, you refuse to think about what just happened, you refuse to think about the fact that minho saw the lingerie, you refuse to think about what he might be thinking now.

nope, absolutely not, you have other things to focus on right now. 

you take a deep breath and then return to your bedroom. you pick the lingerie up and then change into it. you check the lighting and the camera angle, then the pillows, making sure everything is ready. when you’re happy with it, you sit on your bed, and you feel your heart beating a little faster than usual but you know this time it’s not because of the livestream.

you shake your head and exhale again, leaning forward to press the livestream button. the viewer count climbs fast and within seconds the chat fills with messages. 

strongspear: hello gorgeous

dirtypup: our baby is back

maknaeontop: oh fuck i’m already hard

you smile even though they can’t see your face and then you speak, your voice much more confident than the first time you did this. 

“hello everyone… i bought this set for you today”, you say, letting the words roll slowly off your tongue, “do you like it?”

you arch your back a bit, making sure your nipples are clearly visible.

midnightwolf: white looks so good on you

aussielord: you look like an angel

your fingers trace the edge of your bra, and then move to circle your nipples. you pinch one, rolling it between your fingers, and a moan escapes your lips.

“mmhm, i’m already so sensitive today”

the donations start rolling in immediately. you slide your hand down your stomach and press one finger against the front of your panties, the lace already wet. you rub slow circles over your clit, your hips rocking forward to meet your own touch.

“i’m wet just from thinking about all of you… watching me”, you say as you spread your thighs wider so they can see your hand against the lace, “can you see how it clings to me?

quokkjone: fuck yes

artprince69: moan again pls princess

you start rubbing yourself quicker, your moans coming out much louder now. you slip your fingers under the lace and then slide two fingers through your folds while your other hand pushes your bra aside to pinch your bare nipple.

“oh god… i’m dripping”, you say, “wanna see how soaked i am?”

you pull your fingers out and hold them up so the camera catches the shine, then you slide them back under the fabric. you push those fingers inside you, the lace stretching around your wrist as you finger yourself and your hips roll with your movements. 

the chat explodes with more donations and comments and then, one username appears that makes your stomach flip.

leethighs: you look so fucking hot in that white set

your breath catches. leethighs, the camboy whose livestreams started all of this. he’s here, he’s watching you. heat floods your face and your pussy clenches around your fingers, knowing he has his eyes on you just like you do with him. you keep your voice steady, trying to stay in character. 

“thank you, leethighs”, you say, a little smile in your tone, “i’m glad you like it”

you keep touching yourself, your fingers moving faster inside your cunt while your thumb circles your clit.

leethighs: as much as you’re driving me crazy with that outfit, it’s not fair that you get to see me naked but i can’t see you

he knows, he knows that you watch him.

leethighs: take everything off

leethighs: now

your heart pounds. he wants you to be completely naked. you’ve never done that, but the idea of it only makes you wetter, the thrill taking over. you hook your thumbs into the sides of your underwear and slide it down your thighs, letting it drop. then you reach behind you and unhook the bra, letting it fall away too.

the camera now shows everything from your neck to your thighs - your bare breasts, your hard nipples and your completely exposed pussy, already glistening. 

maknaeontop: i can see her pussy lips from here

strongspear: i’m stroking my cock so hard

artprince69: those are the most perfect cunt lips i’ve ever seen

the chat goes insane and more and more donations come in. you spread your legs wider and one of your hands returns to your cunt. you slide two fingers deep inside while you other hand moves to your clit, your fingers rubbing circles there.

“f-fuck, i’m so wet right now”, you moan, your voice shaking with pleasure, “i’m going to come so hard for you”

you keep hitting that sensitive spot, your hips bucking against your hand.

aussielord: fuck yes

dirtypup: look at her tits bouncing

quokkjone: i’m cumming

midnightwolf: don’t stop baby

your orgasm keeps building hard and fast and then, before you even realise it, your walls clench around your fingers and you come, your body jerking as you cry out. you keep rubbing your clit and moving your fingers through it, drawing it out until your legs shake and your breath comes in ragged gasps. 

when your orgasm ends, you slowly pull your fingers out of you, completely coated in your juices.

leethighs: fuck

leethighs: i wanna lick you clean

you feel yourself getting wet again at his words and then, you lean closer to the camera, letting it frame your mouth and chin and then you bring your wet fingers to you lips.

“oh? like this?”, you ask teasingly and then you drag your tongue slowly over your fingers, licking every drop of your own arousal.

you suck two fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, making sure the camera catches absolutely everything.

quokkjone: FUCK

artprince69: that was so hot i just came again 

maknaeontop: i wanna lick you too 

you pull your fingers out with a pop and then bite your lower lip, “i’ll see you soon… don’t miss me too much”

you reach forward and end the stream, the screen going black once again.

you sit at your kitchen table with a mug in one hand and your breakfast in front of you as you try to think about what happened yesterday, about who was in the livestream yesterday. 

you take a sip of your coffee as you think about him again, leethighs. the camboy you’ve been watching for months and the person who indirectly started this whole thing. he watches you, you. 

you set your mug down and stare absently at the table, you can’t stop thinking about it, about him, about you doing the livestream naked just because he told you to, about you enjoying it more than ever. 

the entire thing feels unreal.

you’re overthinking it, probably, you’re sure he watches dozens of streams, maybe hundreds, you’re probably not special. you shake your head and then stand up, taking your mug and plate to the sink, washing them before you move to wipe down the counter. and then, you hear your phone beeping. 

you dry your hands and pick it up, walking towards the living room and sitting down on your sofa. you unlock the screen and then you see the notification - leethighs is live.

“what?”

you blink and check the time, then check the notification again. that can’t be right, he always follows a schedule, that’s why you have your alarms, that’s one of the reasons why his audience likes him so much, because everyone knows when he will be live.

but today isn’t one of those days, or at least, it isn’t supposed to be.

you open the app and sure enough, the red live indicator is sitting beside his profile and curiosity immediately takes hold of you.

why is he live?

you pull your legs up onto the sofa and stare at the screen, the livestream already running, and before you can talk yourself out of it, your thumb moves over to the stream button, ready to see what could possibly make him break his schedule for the first time since you’ve started watching him. 

the stream loads and then fills your screen. he’s lying back on his sofa, wearing only a black t-shirt and tight grey boxers. the camera angle today is different, framed from his mid-thighs up to just under his nose and when his lips curve into a small, knowing smile, you think you’ve seen that smile and nose before, they look oddly familiar, but you push the thought away before you can overthink it. 

edgequeen: schedule break??

user69: show us your dick now

cumslut: this is new

he shifts his hips on the sofa, the fabric of his boxers stretching over the obvious bulge between his legs.

“hello, littlekitten”, he says, drawing out your username, “i’m glad you’re here. i’ve been thinking about you since your little number yesterday. been hard ever since i saw you”

your stomach flips and you feel yourself getting wet instantly, your panties dampening as your stare at the screen.

“littlekitten, are you there?”, he continues, “say something for me”

your fingers tremble as you type.

littlekitten: i’m here, just surprised you’re live today

he reads it out loud as a small smile plays on his lips.

“surprised? i couldn't stop thinking about how hot you looked in that white lingerie, and then how hot you looked naked,,, how you licked your fingers clean for everyone… fuck, i’ve been hard all morning because of you”

princessonline: get naked already

cumslut: littlekitten made you break schedule?

your breath comes faster and then you slide your hand down between your thighs, pressing your fingers under your panties as you watch him.

littlekitten: take everything off

you don’t waste your time. he laughs and then moves the phone just enough to take the t-shirt off, leaving it somewhere behind him. then, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down.

“feisty one, aren’t you? it’s okay, i can tame you”, he says.

you see his cock thick and fully hard, the head already glistening with the precum. the camera is much closer than ever before and it catches every detail - the heavy length, the veins running along the shaft and the way it twitches slightly as he wraps his hand around the base.

edgequeen: holy fuck

user69: look how hard he is

princessonline: i wanna suck you off 

you push your panties aside and slide one finger straight into your dripping pussy, then another one. he wraps his fist around his cock and strokes from base to tip, spreading the precum as his hips lift off the sofa with each stroke.

“you’re touching yourself now, aren’t you, littlekitten?”, he says, “i can imagine your fingers buried in that pretty pussy while you watch me”

you type with your free hand, your fingers still moving inside you.

littlekitten: yes… i’m so wet for you

he groans when he reads it and his hand moves faster, “good girl… keep going”

you spread your legs wider on your sofa, three fingers now deep inside you while your thumb circles your clit. your juices coat your fingers and drip onto the cushion beneath you.

“f-fuck, i’m… i’m close”, he says, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he jerks himself faster.

cumslut: this is so hot

user69: i’m dripping wet

edgequeen: he’s gonna come more than ever fuck

“come with me, littlekitten. i want you to come with me”, he says and that’s all it takes to break you.

your orgasm crashes over you and your thighs shake as your hips buck against your hand while you watch him come. his cock jerks in his fist and his cum shoots across his stomach and chest. he keeps stroking his cock, milking every drop while he groans your username again.

user69: this was so hot

princessonline: best livestream ever

he lies there breathing hard, his cum streaked across his skin and his cock still twitching in his hand. he brings the phone closer to his face, only showing his smile.

“as always, it’s my pleasure… and littlekitten, i’ll see you soon”, he says and then ends the livestream.

you don’t think too much of it, he probably means he’ll catch your next livestream. you close the app and then shift on the sofa, your panties completely soaked through and a bit uncomfortable now. you decide you need a shower, your thighs are sticky with your own wetness and you can still feel the aftershocks between your legs. you walk to your bedroom and get some clean underwear, some shorts and a t-shirt and then you head towards the bathroom. 

the shower washes away the lingering discomfort from earlier and the clean clothes help you feel much better. your hair is still slightly damp as you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom and when you get there, you reach for the handle and turn it but to your surprise-

it won’t open.

again.

“you have to be kidding me”

you try again and the handle moves, but the door doesn’t.

“oh, come on”

you push, pull, push again, then pull again. but nothing, the fucking door refuses to move. you can’t believe this is happening again. after another few failed attempts, you let out a frustrated groan and run your fingers through your hair. your phone is thankfully with you this time but that doesn’t solve the actual problem.

you decide to ask for help this time so you go to minho’s apartment but the minute you’re there, outside his door, you hesitate briefly, and then knock. a couple of seconds pass and then you hear movement inside, footsteps getting closer before the door opens.

your brain immediately stops working the moment you see minho standing there wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. 

your eyes widen and for one horrifying second, your brain completely short-circuits and then you spin around so quickly you nearly lose your balance.

“oh my god”, you say, the words escaping you before you can stop them, “i’m so sorry”

he laughs softly, “it’s okay”

you refuse to turn around, “ugh, no, it’s not”

“y/n, it’s fine, don’t worry”

you hear him chuckling and then you risk a glance over your shoulder and you see he looks more entertained than embarrassed. 

his hair is damp and a few droplets of water still cling to his neck. clearly, you’ve interrupted his shower.

“what happened?”, he asks you.

you immediately remember why you’re here, “my bedroom door”

“again?”, he says, a smirk growing on his face.

“yeah, again”, you say, laughing now.

minho laughs and then nods his head, “okay, just give me a minute to get dressed”

“that’s fine, i will wait for you in my apartment”

“it’s okay, you can wait here”, he says as he opens the door wider.

“minho, i don’t-”

“y/n, really, i don’t mind”

you look at him and realise he’s not gonna change his mind, so you sigh and step inside.

“okay”

the layout is almost identical to your apartment but some things are different - the colours are warmer, the lighting softer, there are books and pictures on the shelves and plants near the windows.

“make yourself at home”, he says, “i’ll be right back”

then he disappears down the hallway and a moment later, the bedroom door closes behind him.

for a few seconds, you simply stand there because you don’t want to snoop but then you start looking at the bookshelf, the pictures and books there. you do anything that can distract you from the thought that you’re standing inside your very attractive and hot neighbour’s apartment, the same neighbour who you have a crush on. your gaze drifts around the living room and then stops on the sofa.

something about it feels familiar. 

you walk closer to it and then your eyes narrow when you see a black t-shirt thrown carelessly over there, as though someone took it off and left it there without thinking. 

your stomach suddenly tightens.

no.

you take a step closer, then another one. the shape of the cushions, the colour of the sofa, you’ve seen this before. 

not in person.

you’ve seen it on your screen.

mere minutes ago. 

“no way”, you whisper, your breath catching.

your mind immediately starts connecting the pieces together and then the realisation crashes over you all at once.

minho, your neighbour, the sweet and shy guy who lives next to you, the man whose smile has been occupying far too much of your brain lately, the man currently dressed in the next room.

it’s him, he’s leethighs. your camboy, the same guy who told you to get naked the day before, the same guy you told to get naked minutes ago.

and you’ve just figured it out while standing in the middle of his living room. 

“you’ve figured it out already, haven’t you?”

you turn around and find minho in the living room too, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that same small and knowing smile you saw on the stream. he’s changed into a clean white t-shirt and black sweatpants that hang low on his hips. the fabric does nothing to hide the outline of his cock, already half-hard and pressing against his clothes. 

he starts walking towards you, each step closing the distance until he’s right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

“you know… i had my doubts from the moment you went live for the first time”, he says, his voice quiet but steady, “your voice sounded familiar but then the other day when i helped you with your door and i saw the lingerie… the same one you wore later on the livestream… fuck, that’s when i knew”

he takes another step towards you, his chest nearly touching yours now.

“i’ve been losing my mind about you since the first time i saw you in the building when you first moved in”, he continues, his eyes locked on yours, “and when i found your livestreams? fuck. i couldn’t stop watching you. i couldn't stop thinking about you, thinking about you watching me, and how hot you looked the other day when i told you to get naked”

his breath ghosts over your lips and your bodies are pressed together now, the hard line of his cock nudging your stomach through his sweatpants. one of his hands comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.

“tell me if you want me to stop”, he says, “right now. say the word and i’ll back off”

you try to speak and when you do, your words come out shaky but certain.

“don’t stop, minho”

his mouth crashes onto yours and the kiss is hard and hungry, nothing like the shy neighbour you thought you knew. his tongue slides past your lips and your hands fly to his hips, your fingers digging into his clothes as you pull him closer. he groans into your mouth, one of his hands sliding into your hair while the other grips your waist.

he walks you backwards until the back of your knees hit the sofa. you tumble down together, his body covering yours and the make-out turns frantic. your legs part for him, letting him settle down between them as he grinds his cock against your cunt. 

he breaks the kiss just long enough to look down at you, his eyes dark.

“i told you i wanted to lick you clean”, he says, his voice rough, “time to make good on that, huh?”

his hands move to your shorts and he yanks them down your legs, tossing them aside. your panties follow, as he drags them down your thighs until they’re off completely, leaving you naked from the waist down.

minho doesn’t waste time. he moves between your spread legs, his hands gripping your inner thighs and pushing them wider. his eyes drink in the sight of your glistening lips, your clit already swollen and peeking out.

“fuck, look at you”, he says, “already dripping from me”

then his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging a long and slow strip from your entrance up to your clit. he groans at the taste and his lips closer around your clit as he cocks, two of his fingers entering you with ease.

your back arches off the sofa and one of your hands flies to his hairs, your fingers threading through the strands as he eats you like a man starved. he adds a third finger, stretching you, the burn mixing with the pleasure, as his tongue keeps flicking your clit.

“minho- i… fuck-”, you moan, your hips rolling against his face.

he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your arousal.

“that’s it, say my name while i eat you out”

then he dives back in, his tongue moving faster, his fingers moving deeper. your juices coat his chin and drip down onto the sofa beneath you. he shifts, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to open you wider.

“f-fuck… m-minho!”, you say, screaming, as you arch your back again, “i’m- i’m close”, you manage to say, your voice breaking.

he doesn’t stop, if anything, he doubles down. his fingers move faster, pressing that special spot, and his tongue starts flicking faster too. your thighs start to tremble around his head as your orgasm, keeps growing and growing.

“that’s it”, he says, “come for me. now”

your hips buck uncontrollably against his face and then your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cry out. he keeps eating you out, gentler now but still insistent, drawing everything from your body until you’re shaking and spent.

he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with you. he looks up at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark with need and hunger, and then he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. 

“good girl”, he says against your skin, “just like i imagined”

you reach for minho and pull him towards you, your fingers curling into the front of his t-shirt as you move his mouth to yours. the kiss turns messy and deep right away, your tongue sliding together while your hands roam over his chest and shoulders.

he groans into the kiss and then breaks away just enough to smirk, his breath hot on your face.

“eager, aren’t you, little kitten, huh?”, he murmurs, that knowing smile still playing on his lips as his eyes flick down to where your hands are already tugging at his t-shirt.

you don’t answer with words. instead, your hand slips down between your bodies, finding the hard outline of his cock through his sweatpants and then, you wrap your fingers around it and squeeze, feeling it twitch under your touch.

minho’s eyes flutter shut and he groans louder, the sound raw and needy against your mouth as he kisses you again.

your clothes come off in a rush after that. you yank his t-shirt up and over his head while he shovers his sweatpants and boxers off, kicking them away, his cock free now. you sit up just long enough to take your t-shirt off, leaving you both completely naked on the sofa, skin meeting skin, warm and urgent.

minho settles between your thighs again, his hand guiding his cock to your entrance. he pushes in slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, then he sinks deeper until he’s completely inside you and then you both moan at the same time.

“fuck… you feel so good”, he says against your neck, starting to move.

his hips roll in deep and steady strokes, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as your hands grip his back.

“don’t stop… just like that, please”, you say, and he answers with a low moan, his pace picking up.

the sofa creaks under you as he fucks you harder.

“you’re so tight, f-fuck”, he says, his voice broken now.

“m-minho… i’ve… been thinking about this e-every time i watched you”, you say, your nails digging into his shoulders and he responds by grinding deeper, his pubic bone rubbing your clit with each roll of his hips.

he kisses you again, swallowing your moans while his cock drives in and out, stretching you perfectly.

“minho, i… i- i’m close”, you whimper against his lips.

he presses his forehead to yours, “me too… come with me, please, come with me”, he says, thrusting faster.

your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing around him as you cry out, your hips meeting his. that pushes him over the edge and he comes with a groan, filling you as his body trembles with yours. you ride it out together, your bodies locked and shaking until the waves fade.

he stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath, then moves his head just enough to look at you. he brushes your damp hair from your face, his eyes soft now as he looks at you.

“you okay?, he asks you quietly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

you nod your head, smiling at him, “yeah… more than okay. you?”

he chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, “i’m perfect”

he leans in once more, capturing your lips again. his mouth moves slowly against yours, your tongues brushing lazily as his body remains pressed close to yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you while his softening cock stays deep inside you, his cum leaking out with every subtle shift.

he moves back just enough to meet your gaze, a playful spark lighting his eyes now.

“you know… maybe we could do a livestream together sometime”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “you riding my thighs until you soak them like you said you wanted to do”

you laugh softly and swat his chest with your hand, the contact light and affectionate against his firm muscles and then you tug him down towards you again, pulling his mouth to yours for another deep kiss.

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m a s t e r l i s t ⋆ i n b o x

“Open your mouth.”

The command is low, a dark murmur that goes straight through you, vibrating in your stomach. Hyunjin’s thumb is on your bottom lip, pressing insistently. You can see the intensity in his dark eyes from where you’re kneeling between his spread thighs on the floor. Across the room, the TV casts a blue glow over Minho, Seungmin, and Jisung’s focused gaze.

“You heard him,” Minho says, voice flat. “You wanted to know what it felt like. So fucking take it.”

Your heart is a frantic bird in your chest. You part your lips.

Hyunjin’s thumb slips inside, pads pressing down on your tongue. It’s an intrusion, simple and profound. “Good,” he praises, his other hand coming up to cradle your jaw. His touch is warm, almost tender, a stark contrast to the crude command. “Now, stay just like that for me.”

It wasn’t supposed to go here. You were just hanging out.

The night had been normal. Comfortably numb. A Friday with the usual suspects—Jisung, Minho, Seungmin, Hyunjin—crowded into Minho’s apartment. You were all in your twenties, adults with shared history and easy camaraderie. A superhero movie you’d all seen before played on the TV, providing a wash of noise and color more than a focal point. You were tucked into the corner of the large sectional, a bowl of chips balanced on your stomach, laughing at something stupid Jisung had said.

And then somehow the topic of orgies came up.

Seungmin, stretched out on the floor, took a long pull from his beer. “It’s just biology,” he said, using the tone he used when he was about to be a shit-stirrer. “The whole monogamy construct. Historically speaking, sharing partners wasn’t exactly taboo.”

“Oh, here we go,” Minho groaned from the armchair, though a glint in his eye said he was engaged. “Professor Kim is in session.”

“I’m just saying,” Seungmin continued, ignoring him. “The idea of an orgy, a group thing–it’s about trust and greed. You want one experience, but why not have four? Or five?”

Jisung, sitting cross-legged next to you, nudged your foot with his. “You ever think about that stuff?”

You snorted, grabbing a chip. “What, orgies? My brain’s usually occupied with more important things. Like why my left boob is bigger than my right.”

Jisung glanced down at your chest and you smacked him with a pillow.

“Bullshit,” Minho said lightly. “Everyone thinks about it. The logistics. The sensations.” He let the word hang, his gaze flicking to you, then away to the TV where two characters were punching each other silently.

“Logistics are a nightmare,” Hyunjin mused from the other end of the sofa. “You’d need space. Rules. A lot of towels.” He said it so practically, as if discussing a home renovation, that you laughed.

“See? Hyunjin gets it. It’s a towel-based operation. Not sexy.”

“Everything can be sexy with the right mindset,” Seungmin countered, sitting up. “Imagine it. No jealousy. Just a group of people who trust each other, exploring. Giving. Taking.” He looked right at you. “You’ve never been curious?”

The room felt a degree warmer. You shifted, the chips suddenly too salty. “I mean, in theory, maybe. As a sociological experiment.”

“A fucking experiment,” Jisung corrected, grinning. His biceps flexed as he reached for his own drink. “Come on, you’ve never seen a movie scene or read something and wondered, just for a second, what it would actually feel like?”

You shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. “My imagination is pretty vivid. I don’t need a field trip.”

“But a field trip is more fun,” Minho said. He’d gone quiet, watching the exchange like a chess match. His quiet intensity was always more potent than Jisung’s loud energy. “Admit it. The idea of being the center of attention for more than one person. Of having hands on you from all sides, not knowing who’s touching you where next…it has to do something to you.”

Your face heated. He was too close to a nerve you didn’t acknowledge. “You’re projecting, Minho.”

“Am I?” He said with a wink.

Hyunjin swirled the liquid in his glass. “I think it could be beautiful. If it was about connection. Not just bodies, but appreciating someone fully. Letting others appreciate them, too.”

“Romanticizing an orgy, classic Hyunjin,” Seungmin chuckled, but it wasn’t unkind.

“I’m just saying the idea of sharing someone you care about,” Hyunjin continued, his gaze soft yet unwavering as it landed on you, “seeing them come apart because of you, and because of your friends. There’s a generosity in that. A kind of love.”

The word ‘love’ in the same conversation as ‘orgy’ sent a bizarre, electric jolt through you.

“Okay, but have any of you actually done anything like that?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation back to hypotheticals, to them.

A heavy silence.

Jisung scratched the back of his neck. Minho took a slow drink. Seungmin’s lips quirked. Hyunjin just looked at you.

“Asking for a friend?” Seungmin finally said, his voice dropping.

“No! I’m just…you’re all talking like experts.”

“We’re observant,” Minho stated. “And we’re honest about what we want.”

“And what do you want?” The question left you before you could stop it.

The air left the room. Four pairs of eyes, all shades of dark, fixed on you. The blue light from the screen played over their faces, highlighting the sharp line of Minho’s jaw, the slope of Jisung’s nose, the fullness of Hyunjin’s lips, the gleam in Seungmin’s gaze.

It was Jisung who broke the silence, his goofiness replaced by a startling seriousness. “Right now?” He leaned forward, his voice a low rumble. “I want to know what you taste like.”

You started coughing, tossing the bowl of chips to the side as Jisung handed you his glass of water. You took a drink before choking out, “What?”

“You asked,” Seungmin said. “We’re telling you. Me personally? I want to hear the sounds you make when you’re overwhelmed. I want to find the words that make you blush and squirm.”

Minho stayed in his seat, watching you as Hyunjin uncoiled himself from his end of the couch. He didn’t crowd you; he simply came closer and knelt on the floor in front of your feet. He looked up at you, and his expression was indeed gentle, but beneath it burned a raw hunger that made your stomach flip. “I want to worship you,” he said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear it over the movie’s explosions. “And I want to watch them worship you, too.”

Your mind blanked, then flooded with a thousand panicked, thrilling thoughts. This was crazy. These were your friends. But the look in their eyes—it wasn’t friendly. It was hungry, possessive, curious, consuming.

“This is–we can’t” you stammered.

“We can,” Minho said, standing and walking around the couch. His hands came to rest on your shoulders. Not forcing, just there. Heavy. Real. “Say no. Right now. Tell us to stop, and we drop it. We’ll watch the rest of this shitty movie and never speak of this again.”

You opened your mouth.

No was the safe word, the sane word.

A beat passed and you didn’t say it. Your silence was the loudest thing in the room.

Minho’s fingers flexed on your shoulders. “Okay then,” he murmured, and the two words were a verdict.

Things happened quickly then, a blur of decisive movement. Jisung took your hands and gently pulled you to your feet, legs unsteady. He guided you to the open space of the rug in front of the sofa. The movie played on, a silent, irrelevant witness.

“On your knees,” Seungmin instructed, his voice assuming a natural authority. You sank down, the plush rug soft beneath your shins.

Hyunjin moved in front of you again, settling on the couch in front of you. He spread his legs, making space for you between them. That’s when he’d issued the first command. Open your mouth.

And you had.

Now, with his thumb still resting on your tongue, he uses his grip on your jaw to guide you forward. His other hand goes to the button of his jeans. The sound of the zipper coming down is obscenely loud. He shifts, pushing the fabric down his hips just enough. And then he’s there, springing free, thick and already fully hard, the long, heavy length of him curving up towards his stomach.

A stunned sound vibrates in your throat.

“Eyes on me,” Hyunjin orders softly. You drag your gaze from his cock to his face. His eyes are black with want. “This is for you. This is because of you.” He guides your head forward. “Now, get my cock nice and wet for me, honey. Use that pretty mouth.”

The first touch of the velvety, hot crown against your lips makes you flinch. He’s big, thicker than you’d imagined, and the musky, clean scent of him fills your nose. You open wider, letting him slide past your lips. The weight of him on your tongue is immense, a solid, living heat. You close your lips around the shaft, and a deep, gratified groan spills from Hyunjin’s throat.

“Fuck, yes,” he breathes, his head falling back against the back of the couch. His hands come up to cradle your head, not forcing, just holding. “Just like that. So good.”

You begin to move, tentatively, learning the shape of him with your mouth. Saliva pooling, making the glide easier. You’re suddenly lost in the sensation of him filling your mouth, the sound of his ragged breathing, the sight of his abdomen clenching.

You’re so focused you don’t notice the others moving until hands are on your body.

From behind, Minho’s fingers find the hem of your shirt. You briefly pull away from Hyunjin’s cock as Minho tugs your shirt up and over your head in one swift motion, leaving you in just your bra. You immediately wrap your lips back around Hyunjin, making him groan and tangle his hand in your hair.

The cool air touches your skin, raising goosebumps. “Don’t stop,” Minho murmurs, his mouth close to your ear. His hands slide down to your ribs, his palms rough and warm. He finds the front clasp of your bra and flicks it open. The fabric loosens, and he peels it away, tossing it aside. His hands come back immediately, cupping your bare breasts, weighing them, his thumbs circling your nipples with a deliberate, rough pressure that makes you jerk and moan around Hyunjin’s cock.

“Sensitive,” Minho notes, a hint of a smile in his voice. He pinches one peak, rolling it tightly, and a sharp bolt of pleasure-pain shoots straight to your core, making your hips buck against nothing.

To your right, Jisung slides underneath you. “My turn,” he says, his voice husky. He leans in and simply replaces Minho’s hand on your other breast with his mouth. He doesn’t tease. He takes the stiffened peak between his lips and suckles hard, his tongue lashing the tip. The dual sensation—Minho’s cruel pinches, Jisung’s wet, ardent sucking—unravels you. Your moans are constant now, muffled by the cock in your mouth, your body trembling between the three points of contact.

Hyunjin’s grip in your hair tightens, watching you with rapt, dark eyes. “You feel so good. So soft and hot.”

Seungmin appears on your left. He doesn’t touch you at first. He just watches, his eyes tracking every reaction. And then he reaches out and trails a single finger down your spine. You arch into the touch. “I want to hear you,” he says directly to you. “I want to hear you gag on him.”

As if on cue, Hyunjin gently pushes your head down, feeding you more of his length. The head bumps the back of your throat, making you cough and choke on him. Four pairs of groans are released. You relax, letting him slide deeper, until your nose is meeting the base of him. Tears spring to your eyes. You are held there, full to the brim, as Jisung sucks and Minho pinches and Seungmin’s fingers trace your vertebrae.

Hyunjin pulls you back, letting you gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening shaft. “Incredible,” he whispers.

Before you could catch your breath, Minho’s hands leave your breasts and hook into the waistband of your leggings and underwear. “Lift up,” he commands. You raise your hips, and he strips the last of your clothing down your thighs, leaving you completely bare, kneeling and exposed before all of them. The vulnerability is a total, dizzying rush.

Jisung abandons your breast with a pop. “Fuck, look at you, baby,” he growls, his gaze raking over your naked form.

You’re maneuvered around and pushed onto your back, Jisung now in front of your splayed thighs. He grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the crease of your groin and leans in, his breath fanning over your wet, aching folds. “You’re soaked. Absolutely dripping for us.”

He doesn’t wait, pressing his mouth to you, a flat, open-mouthed kiss over your entire center. The contact is electric, a shock of pure sensation that rips a raw cry from your throat. His tongue is broad and insistent, licking a firm stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, where he circles once, twice, before diving back down.

“Jisung, fuck,” you pants, your hands finding his hair. Your hips try to roll into Jisung’s face, but Minho’s hands clamp down on your waist, holding you still.

“Stay put,” Minho says. “Let him work.”

And Jisung works. He eats you with messy, enthusiastic greed. His tongue spears inside you, fucking you with shallow, rapid thrusts before returning to lap at your clit. He sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, applying a steady, rhythmic pressure that has your thighs shaking. The sounds are obscene—wet, sloppy, desperate.

Seungmin finally joins the physical fray. Minho moves, letting him kneel beside you. He reaches down to touch you, one hand sliding over your stomach, pressing down. The other dips between your legs, his fingers finding the slick, swollen flesh alongside Jisung’s feasting mouth. He rubs slow, teasing circles around your entrance, not penetrating, just feeling the wetness, the heat.

“You gonna come from just his mouth?” Seungmin asks you, his voice thick with lust. “Look at her stomach trembling. Listen to those little fucking whimpers.”

“Make her come,” Hyunjin urges, his fist moving up and down his length, smearing pre-come and along his flushed cock. “I want to see it.”

Jisung doubles his efforts. He slides two fingers inside you, curling them up, and his mouth locks onto your clit, sucking hard. The dual assault—the penetrating fullness, the relentless suction—builds the coil in your belly to a breaking point. The pleasure is a white-hot wire, pulled taut. You’re babbling, nonsense words and their names, your body straining against the hands holding you.

It crests without warning, a seismic release that tears through you. Your back arches violently, a broken, screaming sob rips from your throat as the orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of convulsing pleasure that leaves you blind and shuddering. Jisung rides it out, his tongue gently lapping at you as you pulse around his fingers.

As the last tremors subside, you slump, boneless. You’re gasping, sweat-slicked, and utterly spent. But they aren’t done. Not even close.

You hear the sound of a belt, then a zipper. “You got the first one,” Minho says, his voice tight. “My turn.” He kisses your forehead. “You okay?” He asks you, pushing the hair back from your slick forehead. You nod, holding your thumbs up, making him chuckle.

And then he’s lifting you and bending you over between Hyunjin’s spread legs before positioning himself behind you on his knees. His hands grip your hips, pulling you back until your ass meets the hard, hot length of his cock. He rubs the head through your drenched folds, gathering your wetness, then notches it at your entrance.