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So when you were lounging on the couch with your head in his lap, both of you buried in your phones while the TV flickered in the background, nothing about it felt strange. His hand had been resting on your stomach for the last twenty minutes, warm and solid, fingertips tracing lazy shapes into the soft skin just above your waistband.

You were swiping through a dating app, aimlessly thumbing through profiles while half-listening to the buzz of a cooking show on low volume. Every now and then you’d show Chan someone and get his opinion. Most of the time, it was some variation of a snort, an insult, or a shrug.

“Do you think I should go out with him?” you asked, tilting your screen so he could see the guy’s face.

Chan glanced down. “He’s cute. You’ve got a type—skinny wrists and dead eyes.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, your belly shifting under his hand. You felt his palm follow the motion, his fingers spreading just a little wider, drifting upward toward your ribs. It didn’t register as anything out of place.

“Don’t slut-shame me,” you said, eyes back on your screen. “Just ’cause you like girls built like protein tubs.”

“Not true,” he murmured, his thumb sliding just beneath the lower curve of your breast now, barely grazing the softness hidden under your cropped shirt. “I like big tits too.”

You didn’t even blink.

“You just like my tits.”

Chan’s fingers twitched slightly, then slipped fully under your shirt. The warmth of his palm curved around your breast with a familiarity that should’ve startled you—but it didn’t. His thumb brushed idly over your nipple, featherlight. Absentminded. Like he wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing.

Maybe he wasn’t. That was the thing—this was just normal for the two of you. Unfiltered. Physical. Boundaries existed for other people.

You shifted slightly, one leg bending at the knee as you got more comfortable against his thighs.

“We still going to that food truck place tomorrow?” you asked, scrolling again like you didn’t have your best friend casually fondling your chest in the middle of a Tuesday night.

“Yeah,” Chan replied, voice smooth. “But if the line’s long, I’m bailing. I don’t care how good the dumplings are.”

You smiled, eyes still on your screen as your nipples tightened beneath his touch. The TV flickered, forgotten. The air between you stayed calm, easy. His hand never moved.

Because that’s just how you were.

Chan’s thumb swept over your nipple again, slow and almost lazy, like he wasn’t paying attention. But you felt it—all of it. The way it firmed beneath his touch, the tiny flickers of heat that started low in your belly and stretched out with every absentminded pass of his hand. He didn’t look at you. Didn’t glance down. Just kept his eyes on his screen like he was scrolling through memes and not idly playing with your tits like they belonged to him.

His palm shifted, adjusting the weight of your breast in his hand. His fingers curled just slightly, cupping the fullness like it was his favorite thing to hold. Maybe it was. He’d always liked touching you, always been grabby in that way that should’ve been inappropriate—but wasn’t. Not between you two.

You didn’t say a word. Just let him touch you while you lay there like a pillow, letting your body react however it wanted. Your nipple pebbled harder under his thumb, and he noticed that. You felt the change in his rhythm—a little more deliberate now. Still slow. Still casual. But deliberate.

He pinched lightly, then soothed the sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb. Rolled it between his fingers like he was testing its texture. Still didn’t look at you. Still didn’t say a damn thing.

And you? You just breathed.

The air between you buzzed, thick with something unspoken. Your thighs pressed together slightly, more out of instinct than thought. There was no point in pretending your body wasn’t reacting to him. But neither of you acknowledged it—not aloud.

“D’you think I should get my tits pierced?” you asked suddenly, your voice smooth, airy.

Chan chuckled low in his chest, still not pulling his hand away. “Why? So every dude on Tinder can ask if he can bite them?”

“I wouldn’t let just anyone bite them,” you said, grinning. “But I mean… they’d look hot.”

His fingers squeezed gently. “They already look hot.”

It was a throwaway comment. Just another in a long list of easy, flirty nothings that passed between you both without consequence. But something in your stomach fluttered.

You glanced up at him, tilting your head back in his lap. His eyes flicked down just once—to your face, not your chest—and his lips curled like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

Still, his hand stayed exactly where it was. Cupping, brushing, thumbing. Like he couldn’t stop even if he tried.

Like he didn’t want to.

His fingers pinched again, a little firmer this time. A slow roll of your nipple between two fingers before he let it spring back against your chest with the faintest bounce. Your body twitched—subtle, automatic. And when his thumb returned to stroking gentle circles, he twisted just right, hit that perfect spot.

A breath escaped your lips before you could catch it—a soft, airy moan, barely audible but absolutely real.

It wasn’t intentional. You weren’t trying to react. It just felt good.

Chan’s smirk was instant.

He didn’t look at you, but you saw it tug the corner of his lips from your upside-down view in his lap. That playful, cocky expression he always wore when he caught you slipping. His thumb paused for just a second.

“Oh?” he said lightly, teasing. “Someone’s enjoying this a little too much.”

You didn’t even deny it. Just shifted again, pressing your cheek a little deeper into his thigh. And that’s when you felt it—hard and heavy beneath your head, trapped under his sweatpants but impossible to miss.

It didn’t surprise you. Of course he was hard. You were practically massaging your tits into his hands like a personal stress toy.

You exhaled slowly through your nose, your lips curving just slightly as you kept scrolling. “Don’t act like this isn’t your favorite pastime,” you said casually. “I’m basically your fidget toy.”

Chan huffed out a laugh, amused and unbothered. “Yeah, but most fidget toys don’t moan like that.”

You rolled your eyes, but your legs shifted again, thighs pressing together. He noticed that too. Of course he did.

Then, without another word, he let his phone slip from his hand, screen-down on the edge of the couch. You felt the loss of weight on your stomach first, and then the warmth of his second hand joining the first.

Both hands now, under your shirt, cupping the weight of your tits like they were his to knead and play with. His fingers worked in slow tandem, squeezing and shaping, thumbing your nipples until they were tight, sensitive peaks under his palms.

You still hadn’t looked away from your phone, but you weren’t reading a damn thing.

Chan’s thumbs dragged over your nipples in perfect unison, slow and lazy, and you sighed again—this time deeper. Your body was humming now, warm and stretched tight with unspoken need, but your voice stayed even.

“Okay but what if I did get them pierced,” you said, shifting under his touch, “and made you come with me to hold my hand?”

Chan snorted, his thumbs giving a particularly delicious twist to both peaks at once. You twitched again, hips curling in barely-there response.

“I’d hold your tits while they do it, just to make sure they’re even,” he said with a grin. “You know. As a good friend.”

Eventually, the teasing slowed. His hands didn’t leave your body, but the motions dulled into soft, idle strokes—gentle palms over your sides, fingers brushing the underside of your chest like he was petting a cat instead of groping his best friend. Your breathing evened out. The room settled.

You stayed like that for a while, warm and relaxed, the TV muttering something about caramelizing onions in the background.

⸻

The next day…

You were both in Chan’s room now, curled up on his bed with the familiar glow of his laptop playing some trashy reality show you weren’t really watching. It was just there to fill the space. The two of you were in your usual lazy-around mode—him in loose sweatpants, you in one of his old T-shirts and nothing else.

The conversation had somehow drifted to porn. Again.

“I swear I saw this one style somewhere—like, a specific position or rhythm—but I can’t remember what it’s called,” you said, absently chewing on your thumbnail while your brows furrowed in concentration. “It’s like, kind of slow? Deep strokes, but it’s not missionary, not cowgirl… fuck, what is it?”

Chan leaned back against the headboard, arms folded behind his head. “There’s a million categories. Gonna need more than that.”

You tilted your head, then set your phone down. “I think I just need to show you.”

He raised a brow, amused. “You gonna mime porn for me now?”

You grinned, moving without hesitation. “Don’t act like you’re not used to me being inappropriate.”

Before he could say anything else, you swung one leg over and straddled him, settling easily in his lap like it was second nature. Which, for you both, it was.

Your bare thighs spread over his sweatpants, the only thing between you and the thick heat of him. You didn’t react to it. Neither did he. You just placed your hands on his shoulders and shifted slightly—grinding just enough to get the positioning right.

“It’s like…” you started, rolling your hips in a slow, deep rhythm. “They go slow, like this. But with pressure. It’s not rough, but it’s not soft either. You know what I’m talking about?”

Chan’s hands slid to your waist on instinct, fingers flexing gently as you moved in his lap. His eyes stayed on yours, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“You’re talking about sensual riding, probably,” he said, voice steady. “Or like, grinding porn. Some people call it ‘passion play’ too.”

“That’s it!” you said, still moving without realizing it. “Passion play. God, it was driving me crazy not remembering.”

“Yeah?” he murmured, his hands sliding lower, resting at the curve where your ass met your thighs. “Something else driving you crazy now?”

You ignored the quip, not because it didn’t affect you—but because it did, and that was just another Wednesday.

You settled deeper in his lap, pressing flush against the bulge beneath you. It was thick, solid heat between your thighs, but you didn’t react. Not on the surface. Your voice stayed light, easy.

“See? I knew if I acted it out, you’d know.”

Chan chuckled, his hands giving your hips a lazy squeeze. “You always use me as your porn demo partner?”

You smirked, eyes glinting. “Only when I want to make a point.”

⸻

The third episode of the night was halfway through, the room dim except for the flicker of the screen and the soft glow of Chan’s laptop sitting propped on a pillow. You were both under the covers, tangled like always—your back pressed to his chest, your legs slotted easily between his, your ass resting snug against his pelvis.

It wasn’t romantic. Not to you.

You just liked being close. You always had. Whether it was a couch or a bed, whether it was summer or winter, whether you were fully clothed or—like tonight—lounging in nothing but an old oversized tee and your favorite black thong. Chan was in his usual boxers and a loose tank, stretched out behind you with one arm lazily draped over your waist.

His hand rested low on your belly, warm and still. Just there. Comforting.

A sex scene came on—unexpected, a little too raw for the kind of show you’d been watching, but neither of you flinched. You didn’t fast forward. You didn’t comment. You just… watched.

And slowly, almost subconsciously, you pressed back into him.

It wasn’t calculated. There was no intent behind it. You just shifted your weight the tiniest bit, letting your hips tuck tighter into the cradle of his lap.

Chan moved too, subtly adjusting behind you. His palm slid lower over your belly, then settled at your hip. Then lower still.

He squeezed.

Just a light, idle handful of your ass through the soft cotton of your tee—your thong offering no real barrier. His fingers curved around the bare flesh, thumb brushing against the elastic at your hip, holding you tighter as the moaning on-screen picked up in tempo.

You didn’t say a word.

You just breathed a little deeper and let your body melt further into his. Let him grip you like you were his favorite pillow. Let him tug you back against the unmistakable hardness nestled between your cheeks, thick and twitching with every soft rock of your ass as you shifted to “get comfortable.”

He didn’t speak either. Just let out a soft breath against the back of your neck, barely there.

His hand stayed there. Gripping, massaging. Possessive in that unconscious, familiar way he always touched you. Like he had a right to.

Your eyes stayed on the screen, but you weren’t really watching anymore.

The scene on screen faded to black, replaced by soft music and the murmur of dialogue you barely registered. Your body was too warm, your skin tingling from head to toe, your breath steady but slow, like you were trying not to think about how hard Chan was pressing into your ass.

Eventually, you shifted. You didn’t even think about it—you just turned to face him, curling into his chest like you’d done a thousand times before. Your bare legs draped easily over his waist, hooking loosely around him, and your thigh landed right across the thick shape of his cock.

You felt it. Firm. Heavy. Absolutely there.

But you didn’t react. You didn’t have to.

Chan didn’t flinch either. His arm adjusted naturally around your lower back, dragging you in tighter until your hips were flush. His palm settled once again over your ass, only now, with your legs spread over him and your body molded to his, he had a better grip—fingers sinking into soft flesh like he owned it.

Your head was tucked under his chin, your hand idly resting on his chest, fingertips brushing the dip of his collarbone as the light from the screen danced over your skin.

His hand gave your ass a slow squeeze, then a subtle pull—dragging your center slightly over the ridge of his cock like he didn’t even notice he was doing it.

You exhaled, long and even. Heat coiled in your stomach, but your voice stayed light.

“Do you think this show’s actually good,” you murmured, “or are we just too horny to tell?”

Chan chuckled softly, the rumble echoing through your cheek.

Then he paused.

His voice dropped lower, quieter—something just for you, under the blankets and behind the hush of night.

“Wanna watch porn instead?”

He said it like a joke. Like it didn’t matter.

But he didn’t laugh.

His fingers pressed tighter into your ass, like punctuation.

You didn’t even hesitate.

“Yeah,” you said softly, voice teasing as your fingers toyed with the edge of his tank top. “Let’s watch porn.”

Chan let out a little huff through his nose, his hand still firmly cradling your ass. “Really?”

You tilted your head back to look at him, eyes gleaming in the low light. “Yeah. But I’m picking.”

He didn’t argue. Just reached for his laptop, one arm still wrapped around you, and pulled up a new tab like it was the most casual thing in the world. You perched your chin on his chest as you both scrolled through thumbnails, still tangled together like a human knot under the sheets.

“What even is your type?” you asked, playfully accusatory. “I swear if you’re into feet, I’m leaving.”

Chan smirked, eyes scanning the screen. “Nah. Passionate, messy, borderline feral. I like it when it looks like they can’t help it.”

Your lips parted slightly. That… sounded familiar.

“Same,” you murmured, thumb grazing over a thumbnail. “Like when they’re so into it they don’t care how loud they are.”

“Or when one of them just loses control halfway through.”

You nodded slowly, suddenly aware of how dry your mouth felt.

“God, that’s hot.”

The silence between you thickened as you both realized the category you kept hovering over was exactly that—slow build, sensual, rough and messy with emotion. You clicked into it, and the first scene loaded without another word.

The room filled with moaning and skin-on-skin slaps. The air shifted.

Your bodies were still pressed close, heat leaking between you. And Chan’s cock—fuck, it was hard. You felt it, not just against your thigh now, but between your legs, pressed right where you needed it most. It twitched against your bare heat, and your body betrayed you.

You rutted against his hips. Just once.

Not even a conscious decision. Just a slow grind, tiny and unassuming, like you were shifting for comfort—but you weren’t.

Chan stilled for a second, breath catching softly through his nose.

Your thighs tensed, and your whole body pulsed. He smelled so good, like clean skin and warmth and something darker now, more male. Pheromones? Sweat? Your imagination?

Either way, your nose brushed his jaw, and you nearly whimpered.

This was getting hard to ignore. Every breath, every twitch, every soft little drag of your cunt against the thick heat beneath you—it was stacking up into a feeling you couldn’t chalk up to “just vibes” anymore.

But neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

You just lay there, pressed together, watching someone else fall apart on-screen while your own bodies burned quietly under the weight of everything you weren’t saying.

The moaning on screen grew louder—sloppy and desperate, all breathy whines and gasps and wet sounds that left no room for imagination.

You felt it in your spine. In your thighs. In your pussy, clenched and dripping against the soft fabric barely separating you from Chan’s cock.

You didn’t mean to moan. But you did.

Soft. Airy. Unfiltered.

Chan cursed under his breath.

“Fuck…”

You felt his breath hitch, the muscles in his stomach tightening beneath you—and then something shifted. A beat. A decision.

Like he said fuck it.

His hands clamped down hard on your hips, fingers digging into your skin with a strength that stole your breath. And before you could react, he pulled—dragged you hard against his cock, grinding your soaked thong across the thick, pulsing length straining inside his boxers.

You gasped, hands gripping his shoulders automatically, your thighs clenching around his waist.

“Chan—”

His mouth was near your ear, breath heavy but controlled. Too controlled.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his voice low, almost teasing. “You’re the one who said we could watch.”

The laptop had been shoved off to the side, still playing somewhere on the bed. But neither of you were watching anymore.

His hands slid lower, cupping your ass with both palms now, kneading the flesh with rough, greedy motions as he guided your hips in slow, firm circles over him.

Your wetness smeared across his boxers with every grind—slick and hot and undeniable.

He could feel everything.

And he was loving it.

You buried your face in his neck, breathing heavy, trying to pretend this was still nothing—but the heat between your legs said otherwise. The roll of your hips said otherwise.

You wanted this.

And Chan? He wasn’t stopping.

The rhythm between you turned messy—neither of you really trying to hide it anymore. Your hips rolled over him in desperate little grinds, dragging your soaked core over the thick line of his cock again and again. Every pass left a hotter, wetter smear on his boxers, your thong completely useless at this point, clinging to your folds like a whisper.

Chan’s hands gripped your ass tighter, moving you with purpose now. Guiding you. Rocking you.

You bit down on your lip hard, your body on fire, thighs shaking slightly from the way your clit kept catching on the thick seam of his waistband.

Your oversized shirt had slipped low, the neckline wide enough that one of your tits was barely hanging in place. Every time you moved, it bounced slightly—and your nipples were so hard, so sensitive, the fabric brushing them just enough to make you gasp.

Chan noticed. Of course he did.

His eyes had been locked on your chest for the last ten strokes, jaw tight, breathing sharp, until he finally groaned through clenched teeth, eyes fluttering shut like he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck…”

Then he snapped.

He surged up suddenly, one hand flying to the back of your head to anchor you still as his mouth latched onto your tit through the shirt.

He didn’t ask. He didn’t warn.

He just bit.

Right over your nipple—hard enough to make you cry out, soft enough that it still pulsed with pleasure. His mouth was hot and wet through the fabric, his teeth sinking in just enough to feel it, to mark you without leaving evidence.

You gasped, hips jolting forward instinctively, grinding harder into the stiff, twitching length under you.

“Chan—oh my god—”

He didn’t stop. Just mouthed at you again, tugging your nipple through the shirt like it was his favorite fucking toy. His tongue swirled lazily, lips dragging as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and the dirtiest expression you’d ever seen on his face.

“You keep shoving them in my face like that,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked, “what do you expect me to do?”

Your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging as your hips rutted helplessly against his cock, desperate to feel more—to take more—without saying it out loud.

This wasn’t normal.

But it felt so right.

Chan’s teeth dragged over your nipple one more time before he pulled back, panting softly, eyes locked on your face like he was watching for the fallout.

Instead, you moaned—openly this time—and ground down harder on his cock, letting your cunt drag over him so slow, so deliberate, it left a visible wet spot spreading across the fabric of his boxers.

He cursed again, jaw flexing, and one of his hands slid up from your ass, fingers curling under the soaked crotch of your thong.

“Let me just—” he muttered under his breath, almost like he was trying to justify it to himself.

Then his fingers slipped under the fabric, bold and unhesitating, until they found your slit—soaking, hot, and slick enough that they glided in instantly between your folds.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, almost in awe. “You’re dripping, baby girl.”

Your thighs trembled around his waist as his fingers dragged up your slit, circling your clit once—slow and testing—before sliding back down again.

Your body jolted, and your head dropped back, mouth falling open. “Fuck, Chan—”

That did something to him.

He growled low in his throat, hands moving fast now—shifting your oversized shirt up your chest and pushing the neckline down until your tits spilled out into the open air, flushed and bouncing with every needy roll of your hips.

Then his mouth was back on you, this time bare. No fabric. No barrier.

His lips closed over your nipple, tongue swirling around the hard peak before he sucked, deep and messy and desperate like he needed it. Your hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as you cried out, loud and unfiltered, body rocking against his lap with frantic little ruts that had his cock twitching under you like it was begging to be freed.

That’s when something shifted in you.

Something reckless.

Your hand slid down between your bodies, past your belly, past his tense, trembling abs, until your fingers brushed the hard length trapped inside his boxers.

You palmed him once—light, almost curious—but when you felt how thick he was, how hard and hot and leaking against the fabric, your hand came back with more intent.

You wrapped your fingers around the base and stroked up slowly.

His breath stuttered against your chest.

“Jesus—”

And then it happened.

The thick, swollen head of his cock slipped through the parted slit in his boxers, wet and pulsing and heavy in your palm.

You didn’t flinch.

You just held him there—skin to skin for the first time—and started to stroke, slow and smooth and dangerously steady.

You didn’t know if it was curiosity or pure need, but your hand moved like it belonged there, like you’d been waiting for this moment without even realizing it.

Chan’s head dropped to your shoulder, his breath hot and ragged, voice shaking.

“Fuck, don’t stop…”

Your palm worked him slow, every glide slick with his precum as it smeared across your skin. The head of his cock pulsed against your fingers, hot and swollen, leaking more with every lazy stroke. He felt so thick in your hand, heavy with need, like he’d been hard for you for hours—and maybe, fuck, maybe he had.

Chan groaned low against your shoulder, his hips rolling up subtly into your grip, chasing more friction like he couldn’t help himself. His breath fanned hot over your collarbone, mouth open, teeth grazing your skin as his hand returned to your soaked cunt.

This time, he didn’t hesitate.

Two fingers slipped between your folds, coated instantly in your wetness, and he started to circle your clit with that same slow, filthy rhythm your hand had on his cock.

Back and forth. Wet and warm.

Matching strokes.

It was so intimate you could barely breathe.

Your head dropped forward, forehead pressed to his, and your voices tangled in moans and gasps, the room thick with the sound of skin, panting, and the low, steady pulse of porn still playing from the laptop.

His fingers dipped lower—inside now. Two of them, thick and firm, curling deep as your walls clamped down around him like you needed him there.

You cried out softly, hips stuttering in your grind.

He fucked you with his fingers like it was second nature, like he knew your body—thumb circling your clit, fingers curling just right, every movement perfectly tuned to unravel you from the inside out.

And you kept stroking him—deeper, tighter, wrist twisting just enough to make his hips jerk under you, his cock heavy and flushed in your hand, twitching like it was ready to be buried.

Then, suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of you, slick and glistening, and flipped you onto your back in one smooth, desperate move.

Your thighs fell open instinctively, shirt bunched under your arms, tits bare and bouncing with every breath. Chan hovered over you, eyes dark, cock resting right over your pussy—thick and flushed, pressed into your slit but not inside.

He rocked his hips once.

The head of his cock dragged through your folds, smearing your slick from clit to entrance in one long, teasing grind.

You moaned—loud, needy—and he did it again, slow and deliberate, his tip catching your clit just enough to make your back arch off the bed.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” he rasped, jaw clenched, hands planted on either side of your head. “I wanna be inside you so bad.”

He rocked again, his cock grinding against your soaked entrance, so close you could feel him pulsing.

But he didn’t push in.

Not yet.

He was waiting.

Testing.

Seeing if either of you would say what you both already knew—you were right there, at the edge, about to cross the last line and never go back.

Chan’s cock dragged over your pussy again, thick and swollen and drenched in your slick, the head catching on your clit just enough to make your thighs tremble.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Each grind was sloppier than the last—skin on skin, soaked and hot, your folds parting around him as he slid through with no resistance. Your walls clenched on nothing, greedy and aching, fluttering open every time he passed over your entrance but never in.

It was torture.

You were already moaning for him like it was prayer, like his name was the only word your mouth remembered.

“Chan… fuck, Chan, please…”

He kept grinding, slow and heavy, and you could feel how close he was—his cock twitching against you, dragging over your clit until you were gasping, squirming, clutching at his shoulders like you’d break without more.

Your pussy was so wet it was dripping, pooling between your thighs with every motion, your lips swollen and sensitive, overstimulated from how long he’d been teasing your entrance without giving you what you needed.

Then—

A shift in angle.

A twitch of his hips.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist—

And he slipped in.

Not all the way. Not slow. Just—in.

The head of his cock pushed through your entrance mid-grind, and your body swallowed him up like it had been begging for this. Like your pussy had been made for him.

You gasped—no, sobbed—arching up into his chest as your walls clamped around him, soaked and hot and impossibly tight.

His whole body jolted, hands flying to your waist, grip bruising as he froze, buried just barely inside you.

“Fuck.”

His voice was wrecked, like the feel of you around him knocked every bit of breath from his lungs.

You didn’t even try to pull away.

You couldn’t.

Your body clenched down on him so hard, like if he moved, you’d fall apart completely—and you kind of already were. Eyes glassy. Mouth open. Fingernails digging into his back.

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, legs shaking, “don’t move—don’t move, don’t—”

He didn’t.

He just looked down at you, pupils blown wide, sweat beading on his temple, cock twitching inside your soaked, gripping heat.

“You feel so—” He cut off with a groan. “We can’t—fuck, we can’t—”

But his hips rolled forward anyway.

Just a little.

Just enough to make you cry out.

And just like that, you were gone—both of you, spiraling, bodies clinging, grinding, fucking without even meaning to.

Too wet, too deep, too good to stop now.

Chan’s hips stuttered, his breath ragged as he sank the rest of the way in, inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside you. Hot. Thick. Stretching you open in a way that had your fingers clawing into his back, eyes wide and lips parted in a silent moan.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, voice trembling, “you’re really—fuck—”

“I know,” he breathed out, forehead pressed to yours, his voice broken with guilt and disbelief. “I know, baby. I didn’t mean to—fuck, I didn’t think—”

But he still didn’t pull out.

He couldn’t.

You were so tight around him, so wet and warm, your body sucking him in like it had been starved for him. His cock throbbed deep inside you, and you clenched down like you didn’t want him to leave. Like he belonged there.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, rocking his hips just barely. “You feel—so fucking good.”

Your walls fluttered, moaning softly into his mouth as his hips rolled again—slow and deep, every inch dragging against your soaked, sensitive walls. His cock hit that spot that made your vision blur, and your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, keeping him there.

You didn’t care about the guilt anymore.

Didn’t care about what it meant.

You just needed him.

“You shouldn’t be fucking me like this,” you whispered, your voice ragged with pleasure, “but it feels so fucking good—Chan, please—”

His mouth crashed into yours.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim—desperate, filthy, all tongue and teeth and need. He fucked you like he couldn’t stop, couldn’t even try, every thrust pushing deeper, dragging your slick down to his balls as he bottomed out over and over again.

“I’ve wanted this,” he growled against your lips. “I didn’t even fucking know how bad—but fuck, baby, this pussy’s mine now.”

Your head dropped back with a moan so loud you barely recognized your own voice.

“Yes—yes, it’s yours—fuck, take it—”

He did.

He gave you everything—all the years of unspoken tension, all the dirty little touches, all the subconscious want you’d both buried under friendship. Now it was raw, real, his cock dragging against your walls with a rhythm that was messy and perfect, like he was fucking the friendship right out of you.

His hands tangled in your hair, one gripping your throat just enough to make your breath catch as he whispered against your ear.

“You can’t go back now, you know that, right?”

Your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you deeper, your orgasm winding tight, body trembling.

“I don’t want to go back,” you whimpered. “I just want more.”

And with that, he fucked you through it—through the guilt, through the disbelief, through the fact that neither of you would ever be the same again.

Your walls started to flutter, your thighs trembling around his hips as your body begged for release, every nerve lit up and burning. Chan could feel it—the way your pussy clenched tighter around him with every stroke, like your body was trying to pull him in, milk him, keep him.

“That’s it,” he groaned, driving in harder now, deeper. “You’re close, aren’t you? Gonna cum on my cock, baby?”

You were already nodding, tears prickling your eyes as the pressure spiraled too fast, too intense.

“Yes—yes, I’m gonna—Chan, please don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

He gripped your hips tighter, fucking into you like a man starved, like if he didn’t leave you soaked and marked and full, he’d lose his goddamn mind.

And when he felt you start to break—your body locking up, thighs clenching, back arching—he leaned down, mouth hot against your ear.

“Cum for me. Right now. I wanna feel this pretty pussy own my cock.”

And you did.

You came hard—a full-body quake, your mouth open in a scream that barely left your throat. Your pussy spasmed around him, soaking him, wetness gushing and dripping down your thighs as you clung to him like an anchor, like if he stopped fucking you through it, you’d shatter.

“Oh my god, Chan—”

That pushed him over.

His hips stuttered once, twice, then slammed in deep—so deep it knocked the air from your lungs. He groaned your name like a prayer and then he was spilling into you, hot ropes of cum filling your walls, thick and heavy and endless.

He stayed buried, cock twitching with every pulse, body pressed flush to yours as he let out breathless, broken curses against your throat.

You were still clenching around him, even as you came down—milking him, keeping him there, wanting every last drop.

“Fuck,” he whispered, voice ragged. “You’re mine now. You have to be.”

He rutted once more, slower, like he was sealing it—like his cum inside you was the final signature on a contract neither of you had ever spoken aloud.

And then it was just breath.

Sweaty, shaking, soaked in each other’s scent and sounds and come.

You didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

He stayed on top of you, chest rising and falling against yours, cock still buried inside you as your walls gave one last soft flutter around his length.

Then, finally, slowly… he pulled back just enough to look at you.

Eyes blown out, hair damp, lips swollen and parted like he was still catching up to what just happened.

“We just fucked,” he said, quiet. Raw. “Like… really fucked.”

You swallowed, eyes meeting his.

“And I don’t regret a second of it.”

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You both lay there in silence.

His cock still nestled deep inside you, softening slowly, your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks. Your thighs twitched involuntarily every few seconds, and you swore you could still feel the pulse of his orgasm echoing through your core.

The room was quiet except for the muted sounds of the porn still playing on the laptop—long forgotten, the screen pushed to the side, flickering over tangled sheets and sweat-slick skin.

Chan’s head dropped to your shoulder, breath still ragged, his arms folded tightly around your waist like he couldn’t let go. Like if he did, this would all slip away. Like you might vanish from under him.

Neither of you said anything at first.

You were both too stunned, too caught between what the fuck did we just do and why the fuck did it feel that good.

And still… neither of you moved.

His cum was leaking out of you in slow, sticky drips, smearing down your thighs, onto his skin. You could feel every drop.

You could feel him.

“Holy shit…” Chan finally muttered into your neck, his voice hoarse and heavy. “Did we just…?”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh.

“I mean…” you looked down at where your bodies were still joined, his softening cock resting deep inside your still-sensitive cunt. “Unless this is an elaborate wet dream, yeah.”

He groaned, not pulling away. Just pressing closer.

“I didn’t mean to,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to go that far. It just—fuck, it just happened.”

You nodded slowly, one hand running through the sweat-damp curls at the back of his neck.

“I know. Me too. I didn’t think. I just… felt.”

He exhaled hard, nose buried in your collarbone. “You were so fucking wet,” he admitted, his voice more vulnerable than you’d ever heard it. “And the way you moaned for me… I lost it.”

Your cheeks flushed, but your fingers didn’t stop stroking his hair.

“And you didn’t even stop when I grabbed your cock,” you whispered with a wry little smile.

“Because it felt too good,” he shot back, lifting his head to meet your eyes. “You touching me like that—while I was already so deep in it—I didn’t stand a fucking chance.”

You stared at each other.

Everything was different now.

Your lips parted, like maybe you were going to say we should talk about this, or maybe we fucked up, or this changes everything—

But all you could manage was a soft, breathless whisper:

“…I still don’t want you to pull out yet.”

Something flickered behind Chan’s eyes.

Possessiveness.

Longing.

Maybe even a little relief.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice low and full of something deeper than either of you had ever dared touch before.

“Then I won’t.”

You sighed, stretching out underneath him, his body blanketing yours completely. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, and you could feel every slow, lazy twitch of his cock inside you—still hard enough to remind you it hadn’t been that long since you’d come, but not pressing for more just yet.

You both just… stayed.

He wasn’t ready to pull out, and you weren’t ready to let him.

It wasn’t even about the sex anymore. It was the feeling—the heat, the closeness, the shared secret now buzzing in the air around you.

You glanced up at him, smiling with flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. “So,” you said softly, “are we still just friends?”

Chan snorted against your neck, arms squeezing around you like a reflex. “Oh yeah, super platonic. That was a very friendly load I just filled you with.”

You laughed, breathless, rolling your eyes as your hand traced lazy circles on his back.

“I mean, technically, we still haven’t properly kissed.”

His head popped up, eyes wide in mock offense. “I literally had your tits in my mouth. That counts for something.”

“Does it?” you teased, squeezing your legs around his waist a little tighter. “Because I could still walk away from this and say you never actually kissed me. Your tongue was a little busy elsewhere.”

“Wow,” he breathed, biting back a smile. “So this is what you’re like post-orgasm. Bratty.”

“You like it,” you said simply, and Chan’s answering grin told you that, yeah, he really did.

The warmth between your thighs started to spread again. You could feel how soaked you were, his cum slowly leaking around where you were still joined. Your cunt fluttered gently around him again, and you both groaned.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “you’re still so wet. You’re gonna ruin me.”

“Already did,” you whispered back, brushing his curls off his forehead.

Then, reluctantly, he started to move—pulling out so slowly it made you gasp. The sound of him slipping from you was filthy, and you clenched instinctively at the loss.

A sticky trail followed him down your thighs, warm and messy.

Chan stared for a second, lips parting, then let out a low, appreciative sound. “God, look at that,” he murmured. “That’s mine.”

You swatted him, but it was weak. You were already boneless under him.

“Alright, possessive boy,” you giggled, “I’m officially leaking. If you don’t get me to a bathroom, I’m gonna make your sheets look like a Jackson Pollock painting.”

“Jesus,” he muttered, but he was smiling as he slipped an arm under your back and another under your knees. “You’re ridiculous.”

And then?

He lifted you.

Just scooped you up like you were his, holding you against his chest like you weighed nothing. You yelped and clung to him instinctively, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“I could’ve walked,” you mumbled into his neck.

“But then I wouldn’t get to carry you like this,” he said, voice low and smug. “And I like this.”

You didn’t argue.

You just let him take you to the bathroom, the warmth of him soaking into your skin, the air between you no longer buzzing with just tension—but something softer. More dangerous. More real.

When he set you down on the counter, he kissed your forehead.

Then your cheek.

Then your jaw.

And as he turned on the water, fingers reaching for the soft body wash he knew you liked, he asked in a voice barely above a whisper:

“…What now?”

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Authors note: This has to be my best Chan work yet 😍 girl i wept while writing this and i’m not talking about the one from my eyes lmaoo!

Felix lets out a heavy breath that ends in a soft whine, his head tipping to the side to get a better look at where his Hyung's cock begins to prod at your folds - and Felix can't help but stare as he slowly sinks into your warmth, wishing it were himself instead. "That's not fair.."

"So what exactly is the kink here...? Or is this just one big excuse to fuck your friend's girlfriend?" Chris quips off to Hyunjin's right, peering almost just over his shoulder to watch as the younger's cock sinks further into you. ".. Going in raw?" He questions shortly after, realizing Hyunjin hadn't slipped a condom on before pushing into you.

And Hyunjin sighs, tongue prodding at the corner of his mouth as he listens to the others continue to bicker about him just wanting to have sex with you.

But then Jisung sees it.

The way your skin tightens; The way your stomach bulges each time Hyunjin slowly rolls his hips forward. The way your head tips back as he leans down over you and whispers for you to feel it, guiding one of your hands away from your chest to instead press down on the very place his cock prods and rocks against. "..Bulging..." He whispers, lips parted in surprise at the sight in front of them.

"That's.. a pretty close second." Jeongin hums. He sits back against the headboard as he watches his Hyung rock into you slowly; He was lucky he got to fuck you at all - with Jeongin's permission of course - so he was going to do it with the utmost care. "But that's definitely not top spot."

Jisung practically barks from where he stands behind Hyunjin, reaching to tug on his shoulder. "I knew that wasn't going to be it-! Move, it's my turn." And to many of their surprise, the artist lets himself be pulled away from your sweetness.

Just as expected, Jisung moves forward instead to test his theory. If he could get this right with his one guess he would win the bet. And the prize... God, he's never imagined something so wonderful in his entire life. One hand drops to lay on your thigh while the other reaches to undo his belt - and he watches your eyes widen in surprise at his bold move, thinking he'd won already. Your lips pop apart and you're sure you're about to drool at the way his fingers curl around the buckle and rip it wide open, his belt dragging through the loops of his jeans in such a quick and slick manner that you're sure this is a practiced move. With your reaction he was sure he just ended the bet.

Jeongin almost moves to ask Jisung what he's going to do with that belt, hoping there's no impact about to be made with the accessory - but he simply sits up and stays quiet as he watches Jisung wrap the thick, heavy leather around your wrists to keep them snug together. Your soft gasp of anticipation feeds into Jisung's delusion that he was winning the bet, letting him pin your arms down above your head before he leans in to smile right in your face. "You like bondage, don't you, angel?"

And your smile grows, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you nod. "I do; I really, really do. But..." Jisung's heart sinks as you giggle. "It's not my favorite."

"Hah!" Changbin's laugh basically spews from his lips in a visual syllable, his arms previously crossed over his chest now gesturing to Jisung to skidaddle. "Go. She said you lost the bet so get off 'er and let someone else have a turn." His lips pull into a soft smirk, parted and exposing the way his tongue pokes between his teeth like he has ideas of his own to try out.

But someone else is just a tad quicker with wanting to win the bet. As soon as Jisung moves off of the bed in front of you to go sit beside Jeongin in defeat, Minho is right there to take his place; Only he doesn't crawl onto the bed to get to you and instead stands at the edge of it, feeling as though he looms over your still-bound body displayed for them so openly atop the sheets.

Your wrists stay above your head as you crane your neck to look at the man standing so close yet so far, only to have your head bounce back against the mattress from the force of Minho's hand locking around your right ankle tight enough you're sure it might bruise. He wastes no time in dragging you to where he stands so he's properly positioned between your legs, his eyes dark as they drag over every curve that comes to him so swiftly. And no one in the room can ignore the way you yelp at the feeling of being manhandled.

Calloused palms and rough fingertips run up the outer expanse of your thighs, coming nowhere near close to your warmth as they wander higher. He grips at your hips and gives them a teasing squeeze, feeling the way your skin presses between his fingers; So soft, so tempting. With careful but fairly stiff and rough movements, the muscle in his biceps tightens and flexes as he flips you from your back to your front - your face down and ass up for him. A position most would expect when it came to the resident ass-lover of the group. "There we go."

And with the way you moan the moment your face hits the sheets everyone in the room can almost guarantee Minho had won the bet fair and square. That was until your head slowly lifted from where it pressed against the mattress, breathing heavy with eyes dragging up towards your boyfriend where he sat now in front of you - smirking and letting his arms slowly cross over his chest. "You gonna tell them, baby, or do I have to?"

"There's no way that wasn't it." But Seungmin steps forward to test his luck anyway. Even if Minho won the bet just now, he wanted to get his own needs met, his palm smacking down hard on the bare skin of your asscheeks twice before he brought his hand lower and let it meet the wetness of your folds. That gets you to jolt, a sharp gasp escaping swollen lips.

The way you whimpered against the satin of your sheets almost made Seungmin think he was right about his guess, but the glance and small shake of Jeongin's head seemed to secure the realization that he was wrong, too. Seungmin sighs out and brings his hand down harder than before, making you flinch and moan loud - just for him, considering he'd been spanking you for his own satisfaction at that point. May as well let him know you appreciated it while it happened - and that you were open to it in the future, too, of course.

"I'm starting to think we're never going to guess it," Chris murmurs from where he stands near Changbin, leaning against the wall just to watch as everyone took guess after guess. "Maybe we should start going for softer kinks? Stuff that's less harsh...?"

Changbin shakes his head almost immediately. "She seems like the type who would like impact play or something, though. Do we need to go for something more extreme..?"

"What if it's got something to do with toys?" Jisung quips quietly, seated on the edge of the bed and fighting hard not to beg for another chance at winning the bet.

While the producers babbled on to each other about where to go from their current point, Felix stepped forward from where he'd been observing the entire time the others tried to figure out what it was you liked. You'd reacted well to everything they'd done so far; Hyunjin's size, Jisung's restraining, Minho's manhandling, and then Seungmin's spanking. There was no way in Hell you didn't enjoy the more hard-hitting kinks and the like - so he was going to take his chance while the others whined to each other about losing the bet. Besides, they were working against each other - not with.

"Move." Felix hums, gently nudging Minho aside. The older of the two surprisingly complies with ease and steps aside to watch Felix with close eyes, his hands settling on your ass before rubbing down to your hips. There's no hold, no grabbing - no slapping, spanking, bruising or restraining. No, Felix's hands are gentle as they rub over your skin, smoothing down the swell of your ass before giving a teasing squeeze and trailing lower. He settles his hands along your thighs before using his thumbs to spread your pussy open just for him to see - and for Minho to get a glance at.

Chris tips his head as he watches, eyes drawn away from Jisung and Changbin when Felix had stepped forward to take a shot at the prize. "Felix, wait. We should figure out what --"

But then he stops, lips popping apart in pure surprise at the utter filthiness of the younger man placed behind you.

Just as you lift your head to peek up in slight confusion at their constant rambling - and the feeling of someone's hands on you from behind who definitely was not Minho - Felix spits on your pussy.

It splatters on the pink of your skin, mixing with the slick that seems to gush from your aching, empty hole - and Felix watches as you clench around nothing in desperation. Yeah, he'd just won the bet.

"Shit," falls from Hyunjin's lips before he can help it, staring down the brunet who he wasn't aware until now was quite so.. dirty. His eyes dart from Felix over to where you lay, your reaction giving everything away; The way you bury your face down in the sheets as a strangled and shy moan rips from your throat; The way your cheeks burn a crimson hue none of them had seen all night. Even your ears tint pink in embarrassment that your dirty little secret had been revealed.

Jeongin, finally sitting forward and reaching to cup your cheeks in one of his hands, tips your head to face him so you can't quite hide away from them no matter how much you want to. "Look at me," he demands, voice soft but firm with instruction. "Open." And the others watch as you obey so sweetly for your boyfriend, lips falling apart and jaw completely slack so he can spit right onto your tongue - your mouth closing so you can swallow it before whimpering out in need of more.

And Felix - well, he's in Heaven. He'd took his shot and won the bet, belt everyone else out of the water no matter how hard they tried to figure you out - and he'd done it just by standing back and watching. His chest swells with pride and excitement at the knowledge that now, he got to receive his prize; That being you for at long as he wanted - or as long as he could last, he supposed. There was no way he was giving you back up to Jeongin before he was milked dry. And what kind of a friend would he be if he didn't pump you full before he returned you to your rightful owner?

"Get out." His voice is low in his chest, demanding everyone else leave so he could have his time with you. He needed it more than anything at the moment - you two shared the exact same kink and he was sure now he'd put that knowledge to good use, maybe even treat you so well with it that you wouldn't want to go crawling back to your boyfriend. But more importantly, you needed it, too, what with the way you were still clenching around nothing and just begging for him to spit on your pretty pussy again.

As the others file out the bedroom door, Jeongin chuckles low in his throat and leans forward to give you a quick kiss before he departs. His thumb slides over your cheek, gentle and soft - soothing before the heated, lust-filled ache that was bound to come in the following hours. His lips were like Heaven - like home - as they pressed against yours in a promise that once Felix was done with you - done with his reward for winning the bet and getting to use you like a toy for as long as he wanted - he would return and greet you with a warm embrace to give you as much care as you needed. Not that he doubted Felix would treat you well. Jeongin took a moment to peek down at where your wrists were still bound together with Jisung's belt, moving a hand down to hook a finger around the leather to give a gentle tug. He smiled against your lips, thumb tugging at the lower as he slowly pulled away to whisper,

"I'm going to leave this here. Good luck, baby."

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sw: not quite detailed but all 3 characters are tipsy/slightly intoxicated, pain play, nipple play, mommy/daddy kink, bunny reader as in she’s dressed as a bunny, eiffel tower, face fucking, threesome,

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“they’re staring again.”

seungmin speaks as if it’s fact, truth, sworn by the gods, and maybe it is. his hands come to fix the bunny ears perched on your head, perfectly folding one ear, before they slide down and rest on your shoulders. 

“go and talk to them.”

“no,” you say, determined, because you’ll be damned if you’re starting a conversation with them first. minho and jeongin look at you every damn party. the two football players are practically fixated on you, despite the fact that you’ve barely said a few words to eachother, and jisung’s new years bash was obviously not going to be any different. “they’re not staring. maybe they’re just… lost in thought. dissociating.”

except when you look at them, across the living room of the frat’s way too large house, they are looking directly at you. jeongin’s white tank top is tight on his body, and you have to force yourself not to stare. both him and minho are dressed in some saltburn-esque costumes tonight; jeongin’s got two golden wings encasing his body, and minho’s wearing two horns on his head to match, blazer open and displaying an expanse of milky skin across his chest and stomach. jeongin leans over to say something to minho, and you see his tummy quiver as he laughs.

you’re trying not to look at minho altogether, actually. his eyes narrow upon seeing you returning his stare, and he licks his lips, predatory. realistically, you’ve never wanted anything more than you want those two men, and your fantasies actually tend to go a lot further than people would think. perhaps they even delve into the realm of something domestic, your thoughts even revolving around a relationship between the three of you, but you’d never admit that.  

“i’m not watching you play a sexy little game of cat and mouse all night,” seungmin huffs, rolling his eyes, but you know he’s invested. if anything did happen, he’d beg for the details. “frat boys don’t get lost in thought. i don’t think they have the capacity to think.” 

the baseball jersey on his back swamps his frame and billows as he walks away to find a drink, before you can protest that seungmin is a frat boy himself. you’re left with your own company and whatever concoction felix handed to you when you walked in.

you turn back to stare. you sip the drink and stare at the emptiness of the room. minho and jeongin are gone. you hear the distant laughter of the other frat boys in a different room, but you can't bring yourself to envy them. you take a deep breath and remind yourself that you can make your own way, without giving into the temptation of those two football players.  

it’s all looking good until you turn to find seungmin, and jeongin is suddenly in front of you, eyes fixated upon your figure. it makes you jump, and the presence of another body behind you encroaches into your personal space. 

“are you finally going to come to bed with us tonight?” minho’s tone is level, firm. you bristle like a frightened cat, body seizing up, hand tightening on your glass. his hand comes up to grip your jaw, forcing you to turn and look at him. the horns on his head make him look devilish, sinful. his lips stretch into a smile, but it’s fake. “don’t be scared of me, little bunny. i’m not going to hurt you.”

“he will,” jeongin’s at your front all of a sudden, that damned tank top highlighting everything you’re trying hard not to look at. two golden wings encompass you, sheltering you into this little bubble of you, jeongin and minho, unable to see anything beyond two firm bodies. jeongin smirks, tongue licking over his teeth. it’s awfully predatory, and you do feel like a little bunny - except you’re caught between two big bad wolves. he knows you feel cornered. it was his plan, if anything. “i’ll hurt you too, if that’s what you want?”

god, yes. you do. the acts of dominance have your thighs squeezing together, and you lick your lips before gulping nervously.

“it’s. uh- you’re-”

jeongin raises his eyebrows. he looks at you, then to minho, then smiles, scrunching his nose.

“don’t be nervous,” he murmurs, hand smoothing down the side of your skimpy little bodysuit. you’re feeling quite exposed, legs clad in fishnets and stupid bunny tail perched above your ass - minho squeezes it as if to remind you that it’s there. “it’s just us. you do want us, right?”

you’re fumbling the moment. minho’s quiet for now, but you hear him hum, questioning. you have to will yourself to speak, to admit that yeah, you have been staring back for so damn long and yes, you do want them. 

“sometimes i want you so bad it hurts.”

“then it’s settled, bunny. you’ll meet us upstairs in five?” jeongin’s thumb swipes over your bottom lip, and you bounce in your sneakers, way too excited. is this real? is this actually happening? you realise he’s waiting for a response, an expectant expression crossing his face, and you nod. 

“i’ll meet you upstairs in five.”

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as soon as the bedroom door shuts minho’s got you pinned against the wall. you assumed he’d be the one taking control, and you hear jeongin walk over to the double bed in the middle of the room. he’s fumbling with the sheets, but you can’t hear anything over the sound of your ears ringing - minho presses his lips to yours, chaste and sweet. 

“let me know if i’m going too fast,” another kiss, this time a little longer. you chase his lips with yours when he pulls away, and he giggles softly, eyes scrunching with his smile. one of his hands comes down to squeeze your bunny tail again. “we don’t have to do anything at all. we can just talk, get to know eachother-”

whether it’s the liquid courage in your blood or not, you kiss him again, murmuring against his mouth. “i want you both. i’ve wanted you both for so long, you have to have known.”

jeongin is next to you again, kissing your neck. you’re too involved with minho to notice, finally, finally getting to kiss him properly, tongue darting into his mouth. he lets you, but as soon as it gets overeager, he’s pinning you back to dominate your lips again. his lips are thick, domineering, and the presence of jeongin’s breath on your skin ensures that you don’t forget that you’re inbetween your two dream men. 

when minho pulls away with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, you’re gasping. “you- you guys want me too?”

“we made that clear,” jeongin grunts. minho’s horns tickle your neck when he leans down to bite at your collarbone. you’re too exposed, despite being clothed, and you allow jeongin to coax you both over to the bed. you think this is jeongin’s room, judging by the weed paraphernalia on his dresser and the pictures of him and minho on the wall. it almost feels a little invasive to be in here, only knowing what seungmin has told you about the two, but they seem to be along the lines of fuck now, think later.

once you reach the bed, the motions are blurry. jeongin sprawls across his sheets, long limbs splayed and erection way too prominent in his black jeans, and minho pushes you onto the mattress. he’s rougher yet clearly the one in control, and it makes you worry for what jeongin’s got in store. the latter pulls you by the waist on top of him, settling you right over his erection, and minho’s behind you again. you realise he likes to be behind you, and whether or not that’s to keep his view of your ass, you’re unsure - but he leans down and nips at the exposed skin of your asscheek, making you jolt with a squeal, landing fully on top of jeongin this time.

the elder of the two is speaking before you can recollect yourself. “i mean, there’s obviously a connection here, right?” minho murmurs, one digit hooking under the strap of your black bodysuit. he drags it down your shoulder, and jeongin’s eyes follow it, his body shuffling beneath you.  “we stare at you. you stare back. we know you talk about us. we want each other.”

“w-we do,” you grind on jeongin’s bulge. his blush spreads to his neck, bright pink, displaying his arousal. his jeans are tight on his crotch and it looks painful - you want to rid him of his confines, but minho’s little fingers finally pull your bodysuit cup down and tweak your nipple. you’re braless underneath the bodysuit - there was no other way - and the cold air has your back arching. 

jeongin’s hands are insistent. with still-wet lips, his fingers reach down to unclip your bodysuit, and he’s quickly ripping your fishnets open to get to your core. you’re jostled around on top of him, and minho’s fingertips are rough over both of your nipples. 

“what will you let us do to you?” jeongin questions. his breath is heavy, and he finally manages to shove your underwear out of the way. it’s messy, too fast, but your pussy is accepting when he slides two long fingers into your hole. you whine at the intrusion, and minho’s thumbnail scrapes over your areola, causing ripples of pain to make you shout. “can we do anything we want to you?”

“a-anything, you can do anything,” moaning, you will yourself to speak, and it doesn’t cross your mind that they might really take you up on it. minho’s teeth sink into your neck, and his hands move to rip your bodysuit off of your head. once you’re naked, save for the ripped fishnets and panties shoved to the side, jeongin finally starts to move his fingers inside of you. the feeling drives you insane, the way he’s so deep it has your thighs trembling around his hips, and minho groans at the sight.

“anything? really?” he begins, and you want to take it back, but his fingers pinch your clit. your thighs clench sharply around jeongin, and you can’t help but keen. “what if mommy and daddy wanted to piss on you, baby, huh? is that still okay?”

mommy and daddy? your head spins.

“f-fuck, minho, oh my god,” you clench your eyes shut, hand gripping jeongin’s wrist. minho’s hands move back to your tits, jiggling the flesh in his hands before pinching down on your nipples to the point you’re wailing, hips bucking into jeongin. his fingers speed up. they want an answer. “yes! yes, you can, iyennie, daddy, you can piss on me. mommy, you too, i’m yours, i’m your bunny.”

“lean forward,” minho instructs, so you do. your tits are level with jeongin’s face and he leans up to suck on a nipple blindly, cheeks crimson. his fingers still pump inside of you, but his wrist is shoved away by minho, who presses the blunt tip of his cock against your hole as soon as it’s empty. it’s all too fast, too intense, but you moan and reach back to spread your asscheeks for him regardless. minho groans. “fuck, i can’t wait. i’m gonna piss inside you, dirty little bunny. are you gonna take it for me?”

“i-i’ll take it, i’ll take it,” you babble, and your eyes settle on jeongin. his hair is mussed, and you use it to pull his head back, facing you. you catch his lips with yours before minho pushes in, and you whine at the stretch. it’s too much, even with jeongin’s fingers inside of you stretching you beforehand, and you wish you’d caught sight of his cock before. you’ll just have to hope this happens again. “iyennie, daddy, will you- will you do it too?”

“i’m not fuckin’ you this time, bunny, minho-hyung said so,” jeongin says quietly, and he sounds almost embarrassed. you realise it was all planned out at the same time minho starts moving, cock thrusting into you steadily, and you can only moan incoherently. jeongin coos, fingers repositioning your bunny ears as they start to jostle out of place. “‘s that nice? it’s big, right?”

“s-so big, so big, mommy-”

“pussy’s so fucking wet,” minho groans, and you just about manage to turn to see him. jeongin helps you, hand positioned on your jaw, and you catch sight of minho fucking his cock inside of you. his pubes are already wet with your essence, and once his eyes see you looking back at him, those bunny teeth bite into his bottom lip sharply. “you want it? i’m gonna piss inside y-you, bun, you want it deep?”

“feels so good inside, bunny, minho-hyung did it to me before,” jeongin’s whispering, but you can hear him clearly, and the realisation that they’ve fucked before is enough to do you in. your pussy clenches down, and you’re cumming before you can think about it, hole creaming over minho’s thick, thick cock. minho chuckles victoriously, and jeongin groans, shoving you down by your shoulders to wrench himself out from underneath you. he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down to his thighs, tugging his cock out from his boxers to pump his shaft to the sight of you and minho together. minho fucks you harder once jeongin’s pulled his cock out, not unnoticed by you. “i-is that hot? that we’ve fucked before?”

“y-yes! god, i wanna- i wanna watch it, and- and i wanna play, too, all the time, will you let me? will you- fuck, mommy, daddy, mommy, please piss inside my p-pussy!”

“dirty bitch,” minho mumbles, palm smacking your ass. “daddy, fuck her mouth. keep her quiet.”

jeongin’s hand tightens around the base of his shaft, and he forces it past your lips. you open your mouth obediently and let him inside, mouth stretching around his girth. minho thrusts once, twice, and then he’s pressing in deep to let go - you feel the wetness of his piss inside of you, and you groan around jeongin, encouraging him to fuck into your mouth steadily. he only fucks inside a few times before he’s groaning and pulling out with a hiss. 

“m-maybe i’ll- hyung, can i? i need to go too, i wanna- on her tits, hyung, can i?”

“yeah, fuck- let me fucking see it, iyennie. show hyung.”

you’re wrenched upwards again by minho’s fist in your hair, forced to take his cock while he pulls your back against his chest. it’s deep, so overwhelming that all you can do is cry out and take, take, take, your pussy squelching with the mess. you pray for jeongin’s sheets, especially when he aims his cockhead at your tits and finally lets go, cock spurting piss over your skin. 

you can feel minho’s gaze burning, his hand coming up to rub the liquid into you, pinching your nipples on the way. you’re fully limp, head floaty and still so fucking horny. minho fucks into you, rough and debauched, and then you’re empty, falling forward if not for jeongin holding you up.

“i’m gonna cum- oh fuck, oh fuck, i’m gonna cum, bunny, stay still,” minho’s cock is drenched from your pussy and the liquid he filled you with, and you want to suck it, but you’re wrenched backwards by your hair. minho pumps his cock erratically, thick shaft filling his small hand until he releases all over your tits. you feel like a mess, debauched, and jeongin’s moaning so loud you know that if the music was any quieter everyone would know what you three are up to. 

jeongin fucks into his fist again, and minho flops next to him, chest flushed beneath that open blazer. you realise you’re all still relatively clothed, jeongin’s tank top and wings still on his body and jeans only just shoved down. his cock leaks precum on his clothes as he pumps it, still hard despite pissing all over you. minho pulls you down next to him. 

“you need to get inside, iyennie.”

“hyung, you said-”

“i don’t care, feels too good. you need to feel it.”

it’s a simple statement and you’re fucked too dumb to consider anything, thighs only spreading apart for jeongin to settle in between them. jeongin’s cock isn’t as thick as minho’s but god is it long, and it presses into your cervix as soon as he sinks inside with a sharp grunt. his hair hangs over his face as he repositions you, bending your limp legs back to your chest, making the angle so much deeper. tears bite at your eyes. 

“‘s so much, it’s- fuck, daddy, does it feel good?” you mumble, licking over dry lips, and minho strokes over your cheek fondly. jeongin fucks into you, pace picking up, and you’ve almost forgotten about the cum and piss all over your tits until his tongue starts to lick at your skin. 

“fuck, that’s filthy, iyennie,” minho groans, hand pushing jeongin’s hair back from his face. you can see him better like this, and you keen, hands gripping on the sheets beneath you. your pussy feels raw, abused, but his incessant thrusts have you barrelling towards your second orgasm. “c’mere, give me a kiss, baby.”

you think minho’s talking to you, but his lips connect with jeongin’s. you can see their tongues messily sliding over eachother’s, an open mouthed, spit-filled kiss. you’re nearly there, orgasm just in sight, but jeongin fucks inside of you a few more times until you feel him spilling his cum inside of you, moaning against minho’s mouth. 

you let out a loud disappointed whine, and minho turns to face you. while there’s a playful look in his eyes, you know that he feels somewhat sorry for you, and he ushers jeongin to pull out and leave you spread in front of them. the younger’s cum drips out of your hole, and jeongin places a sweet kiss on your clit before moving out of the way. 

minho’s shoulders are so broad that you have to spread your legs wider to let him in. he settles between your thighs, and then his lips latch around your clit. he’s impatient, suckling loud and wet to make you cry out, and when his tongue dips down to collect the cum from your hole you reach out to grip onto jeongin.

“that’s it, ‘s that nice?” jeongin murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek. he’s spent, but he still holds you close to him, letting you ride out the pleasure minho’s making you feel. “he loves eating cum. he’s a slut for it, honestly.”

minho moans against you, little hands coming to pull your core closer to his mouth. it’s when minho’s teeth brush over your clit that you jolt, hand gripping onto his dark head of hair, and then you’re cumming, shrieking and squealing through the most pleasurable thing you’ve felt in your life. it lasts longer than the last one, pleasure biting at your spine like electricity. 

when you come to, you’re resting on jeongin’s chest while minho rolls a joint. despite being preoccupied, the latter isn’t far away, his legs slung over yours on the bed. you’re pretty sure the sheets have been changed, and you’re relatively clean, wearing an oversized t-shirt and joggers that must belong to one of the two, or both. 

“so,” you croak, stretching your arms above your head. you try to clear your throat, and jeongin laughs, running the back of his knuckles over your exposed arms. minho perks up at the sound of your voice, and smiles when he sees you’re lucid, wearing nothing but his boxers and a hoodie. his thighs are thick and exposed, and you can’t help your gaze from running over them. “am i the only one who napped?”

“yeah, we got you cleaned up while you passed out,” jeongin informs, and you hum, nodding. when you turn to him he looks shy, cheeks pink, and he scrunches his nose up before speaking again. “you don’t… regret anything, right? we went a little hard for the first time together.”

first time? meaning there’ll be more? you grin, shaking your head. “it was perfect. i like it like that, for future reference.”

“i could tell,” minho quips, and you giggle. “are you wanting to smoke with us now that you’re awake? the party’s over, by the way.”

you blink, sitting up. “minho, i slept through the whole party? where’s seungmin and felix?”

“asleep in their rooms,” he fiddles with the rolling paper, raising an eyebrow. “are you telling me you’re not happy to be here?”

it's a rhetorical question - he knows you are, you're sated and fucked and laying there with a grin on your face.

her cute little nightie is as pink as her hair, something flowy and ruffled at the sleeves and skirt. her tan legs are hugged by white, fishnet tights, and you couldn’t walk in her shoes if you tried, let alone perform in them. delicate ankles rest under the thin straps of her — at least — five inch platform heels. her painted toes peek out from underneath pink, feather-covered vamps. 

you’re standing on the wooden bench of the corner booth in your local bar to see over the crowd. it’s stuffed to the gills, locals and college students alike pour through the double-doors and into the street to see the local college pride club’s annual drag show. you’re lucky you and your friends got here early enough to get a spot as good as you did. 

even in her pumps, she’s shorter than the other girls performing throughout the gig, and you know you’d be pouting the whole night if you weren’t able to see her as well as you can now. she’s had you hooked since your eyes landed on her. 

she starts out on the stage. you’re too enraptured by her presence to hear the host call her name at all, eyes locked on what you can only describe as a princess. the floor of the bar is dark, lights solely focused on the small stage towards the back. a britney number starts. or madonna, maybe even gaga, but that’s not what you are paying attention to. all wherewithal flies out the door when she steps down from the stage and makes her way through the crowd. she’s the perfect performer, never missing a lyric in her lip sync even while interacting happily with the bar patrons. she lets them touch her, stick dollar bills in the holes in her tights or in her bra. your hands begin to sweat the closer she flurries to your booth, and you reach shakily into the pocket of your jean skirt, praying to any higher power that your grip won’t slip on your steadily recording phone. 

a kick of her smooth leg has her dancing in front of your booth, overlined pink lips dramatically mouthing the words of whatever song that plays over the booming speakers, sharply lined eyes so beautifully expressive. you do almost drop your phone when she looks from each of your friends to you, long lashes fluttering as she blinks demurely at the flash of your camera. 

she pouts sweetly, eyebrows pulled up as she points a manicured finger to your opposite hand, the hand with your money in it. you look down and back up to her, and her pout turns into a bright smile when you give her a goofy, bobble headed nod. she takes the bill from your hand and pops it in front of her face to check the amount, never missing a word of her lip sync. her pretty lips quirk at the corners, a sweet, downwards smile. she looks into your camera again as she folds the bill and puts it in the bralette cup of her slip. she wiggles her shoulders at you, her breasts, and leaves you with a cute pucker of her bright, pink lips. 

and just like that, she’s gone, bounding away with a whip of her curled hair and a twirl of her chiffon skirt to interact with other patrons for the rest of the song. 

your best friend turns to you with bulging eyes and a wide open smile, but it turns right into a cackle at the look on your face. 

“oh god, i just watched you fall in love with a drag queen in like, real time. oh my god!” 

the longer the show goes on, the more accurate you feel your best friend to be. the other performances from the other wonderful queens don’t hold a candle to the pretty pink one, and you’re constantly standing on your tiptoes and craning your neck to try and catch sight of her again. you find that she’s just as captivating while talking and answering questions on stage with the other queens after several performances, but what really does you in is something else entirely. 

it’s her laugh. there’s something so distinctly familiar about it, but you can’t recall exactly what it could be. so silly, so bright and goofy and loud that it makes the microphone shrill when she brings it to her mouth. it just makes her laugh harder, even when the tall, slender queen next to her slaps her on the shoulder. 

“someone’s giggle box must be turned over~” the tall queen chuckles. miss honey. you’d recognize her anywhere. that sleek, long hair and those mile-long legs are undeniable. she’s a legend in the local drag community. “changmi~ sweetheart, baby, wifey. i’m losing hearing in my right ear.” 

what a beautiful name for such a beautiful queen.  

changmi. changmi changmi changmi. bright, bold, and beautiful changmi. poised and lovely, and so personable too. changmi. 

you see her again that night right before you leave, and she’s just as stunning as ever. she’s still in her pink get-up, her hair and makeup still perfectly set even after several performances under the harsh lighting of the stage. changmi’s elbows rest against the bar as she speaks to the bartender and sips on something lime green and glittery. your friends flock around you like a gaggle of geese, giggling and nudging and pointing their fingers at the pretty queen at the bar. you’re praying for the ground to swallow you whole when changmi turns to your group and flips her hair over one broad shoulder, beckoning you all with her hand afterwards and pitching her voice like she’s known you all for years and waiting for a group hug. you can’t pass that up for the world, no matter how embarrassed you are, and you don’t even mind when changmi’s drink sloshes over the rim of her glass and onto the back of your shirt. the heat of her arm around your back is certainly more important. 

your friends launch right into giving her their compliments. so many people are talking at once that you can hardly keep up, but changmi takes it all in stride, nodding her head and smiling big and holding hands with your friends when necessary. it isn’t until your friends begin pouting about your uber arriving soon that changmi turns to you. 

“i think i’ve heard from all of these cuties but you.” your heart almost triples in size when her gaze focuses on you, when she directs her smile to you. “what did you think of my gig?” 

“you’re so fucking pretty!” is what you blurt instead, and all of your tipsy friends shriek again. maybe they’re not the only tipsy ones after all. maybe if you had a few less drinks you’d realize just how familiar her voice is. “like, you’re perfect! you’re the prettiest one here.” 

changmi scuffs the front of her pump on the floor shyly and takes another sip of her sparkly drink before she cocks her head. “but miss honey is here. how can i be the prettiest when she’s here?” she’s teasing, you can tell by the cute little smirk adorning her plump lips. 

“oh, i’d- i mean, she’s pretty, but i think you’re prettier. you’re just- like, wow!” 

her hair tickles your arm when she throws her head back to laugh. you eye the pretty, pink wispies and find yourself smiling too. her laugh is infectious. your moment is interrupted by the start of a new song over the speakers as another queen clacks onto the stage. changmi turns her head to see who’s performing before she squeezes your arm. her hand is surprisingly calloused, a little rough against your skin but still sweetly warm. 

“flattery will get you everywhere, but you’ll have to take me on a date first if you want me to put out~” she hums with a smile. “ah, and thank you for the big tip, baby doll! i love big, juicy tips!” with a wink and a twirl of her skirt she’s gone again, slipping through the packed crowd to watch the other queen. 

when you get home that night, you don’t even bother taking your makeup off before you crawl into bed and focus on your phone. you sound insane in the background of most of your videos, shrill shrieks and lyrics sung off key. it’s nearly as bad as you sound at concerts or festivals, but you don’t care about that. all you care about is the shaky, four minute and forty-seven second video of changmi’s main performance that now sits in your favorites folder. you lose count of how many times you replay the video in its entirety, thumb repeatedly rolling back the footage of your interaction with her and pausing on her puckered lips. 

you can still feel the warmth of her hand on your arm underneath the covers, as sure as a brand. 

it isn’t until you do a deep dive on changmi the next day that it clicks why she’s so familiar. 

changmi’s instagram is a mess. it’s so endearing that you can’t help but giggle as you scroll through her public account, passing by pictures of half eaten korean dishes, deep blue skies, and birthday shoutouts to her close friends. 

her drag pictures are mesmerizing. some are professionally taken at her gigs, some are cute selfies with what seems to be her signature peace sign. you find yourself saving several of changmi’s posts to come back and gawk over again and again. she’s so broad in the shoulders, her biceps must be the size of your head, but her drag is delicate. it’s all spun-sugar and glitter, full of pastels and soft fabrics. even her over-the-top makeup is somewhat daintier than you’re used to from other queens in the local scene. 

her pictures out of drag, though, nearly send you reeling. 

you swipe through so many gym pictures that you can almost taste protein powder through your phone screen. sometimes it’s a real turn off, honestly, most times it’s a real turn off. male posturing can be so off putting, but this. this has knocked you off your feet. changmi’s never shirtless in her gym pictures, but you can still see the thick outline of defined pecs through her tight dri-fit shirts. the bulge of her flexing arms has you gulping the longer you stare. her cute cheeks always seem to be pink with exertion, her curly hair spikes at the ends with sweat. 

you know that face. 

that face used to sit next to you in math class, it used to shoot basketball badly with you in gym. 

you haven’t seen changbin seo in years. he’s bulked up more than you could have ever imagined since you both graduated high school and is still as handsome as ever. changbin was always handsome, but he’s grown into himself. he exudes confidence, self-assuredness. he’s still short, still has that fluffy hair and the scar on his chin. 

but now he wears tiny dresses on the weekends, he wears long, beautiful wigs and does his makeup better than you ever could. he dances in heels you would bust your ass in. he gets booked for brunches and bachelorette parties and pride parades. 

you didn’t run in the same circle back then, but changbin was always friendly to you. to everyone, really. it makes sense that he’s still so loved, that he could create a persona that brings joy and love and light to so many communities that need it. 

you’re not really expecting him to follow you back, for changmi to follow you back, but not too long after you click that little blue button on her profile, a notification pops up on your phone. 

kissedbychangmi followed you back!

another one follows in quick succession. 

kissedbychangmi liked your post. 

you don’t even remember posting pictures last night. a lot of the night is still a blur, but swiping through your own pictures makes you smile. you had so much fun with your friends - the group pics are cute, the candid ones are even cuter. the last one in the set almost makes you smack yourself on the forehead, but you can’t help but sputter out an embarrassed laugh. it’s a blurry selfie of you, with your tongue sticking out the side of your mouth. changmi is in the background in the middle of a death drop. 

kissedbychangmi commented: tag meee!! >< 

your heart beats a little faster at the comment, and you feel a bit ridiculous because of it. get it together! get a grip! you’re not the same person you were in high school; you’re not the same person who flushed hot under any ounce of earnest attention from changbin or who loitered pathetically by your locker to see him grab his books on the way to class. 

you do tap the three little dots in the corner of your post though, thumb moving down towards the icon in the bottom left corner to type in her username and tag her in the picture. 

changbin’s never been on your instagram before, even if this isn’t necessarily changbin. you can’t help but feel a little proud. 

your high school self would be ecstatic. 

the next time you see her, you’re on your own. still in the same corner booth, but on your own. you couldn’t stay away if you tried. she had hopped on instagram live earlier while she did her makeup and got ready, so you already know what her makeup looks like before she steps out on stage. 

her outfit, though… that’s another story. 

your reaction to it must be like something out of an old cartoon - eyes bulging out of your skull, tongue lolling out of your mouth, hearts floating around your head and all. 

she comes out on stage wrapped in a fuzzy pink towel. she could have stayed in that for all you care; her smooth, nylon covered legs are a sight for sore eyes on their own, her massive arms an added plus. 

you’ve only seen one of her gigs in person. you’ve watched enough reels on her instagram to know that most of them are filled with songs from early two thousands pop queens. her performances are fun and upbeat. you had no clue that changmi could be this… sensual. 

she’s a tease, thick fingers fussing daintily with the knot of the towel before she smirks and pulls them away again. she lifts them in the air instead, framing her face cutely before finally lifting them above her head to twirl her hands around each other. the curtain bangs of the blonde and pink wig she wears frame her cheeks with pretty, curly ringlets. the ponytail behind her head is short but big, teased and bouffanted high like something from the sixties. 

you swear your heart stops beating in your chest when changmi finally drops the towel. the roar of the crowd in the bar is so loud that you can’t hear the music over the speakers anymore, but changmi doesn’t miss a beat, smiling through her lyrics while teasingly acting like she’s going to toss the towel to someone. she’s wearing one of her signature pink slips again, but this one is sheer. it’s baby pink and sheer, with white lace accents adorning the chest and skirt hem. there’s a bow right on the lace on the middle of her chest. 

what gets to you the most though is the fact that her nightie is slit right up the middle, the cut ending right where the lace at her chest starts, leaving so much beautiful, tan skin on display. changmi isn’t wearing a breastplate like she usually is, but her already thick pecs are contoured to give the illusion of voluptuous breasts. through the sheer fabric, you can see the brown peaks of her puffy nipples. she’s wearing a pair of skimpy, frilly panties underneath the slip too, not quite a thong, but they don’t cover her cheeks all the way. you’re seeing more of changmi — of changbin — than you ever have before. she’s corseted right above the panties. it’s small, white, and lacy, cinching her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure but still showing enough skin of her midsection to have your mouth watering.  

changmi bends at the hip, pigeon toeing in her pretty pink heels at the edge of the stage so she can grab tips from frantically waving hands. she spends a long time up there swiveling her hips to the music and mouthing the lyrics before deciding to walk the floor. she sits on the edge and holds out her hand, legs crossed and toes pointed, just waiting for someone to help her down. 

it’s so cute, such a little tease. someone from the crowd rushes to the stage to lend their hands to help her down, but all she gives are the dainty tips of her little, thick fingers. she slips gracefully down the edge of the stage and bites the nail of her thumb with a smirk when the skirt of her tiny gown hitches above her panties, showing the fat of her ass and her perfectly padded hips. 

you scramble to take your phone out then. you wanted to watch her performance without the lens of your camera in the way. you wanted to see it with your own eyes, but you can’t miss another second, you want to remember this, you want a record of it. unlike the first night you saw her, she waltzes around the opposite side of the bar first. her ponytail bounces when she blows kisses and flaunts herself around to different patrons. 

time stands still when changmi turns your way. you can tell she recognizes you right away because the smile on her face shines brighter, burns hotter. you’re not the only one on the left side of the room, not even close, but she hones in on you, slowly dancing her way to you until she’s kicking her foot up on the booth bench between your legs. changmi looks right into your camera, mouths her lyrics and tosses her ponytail like she’s performing just for you. 

her plump lips form a pout, and her drawn brows pinch at the corners. changmi lifts her hand and places the tip of her index finger on her chin, cocking her head in question. you blink wildly at her until you realize what it is she wants, something you can’t believe you forgot, so you’re scrambling once more to pull a crisply folded bill out of your pocket. your bank account grumbles, but it’s the least she deserves. the only difference between now and the first night is that changmi doesn’t reach for the fifty dollar bill herself, just lowers her leg and cocks her hip, lifting the side of her slip up for you.

when you hesitate, changmi snaps the elastic band of her panties in encouragement. you reach for her then, sliding the bill under the elastic of her lace panties. her skin radiates warmth. the flutter of her nightie brings a sweet, clean waft of scent with it. 

she’s beautiful from the stage but even more beautiful up close. you can really see her now, see the blush-pink heart on the tip of her round, contoured nose, the white glitter shadow underneath her almond shaped eyes, the pink on top. you’re too busy being mesmerized by her features that you don’t notice her reaching for your phone. it isn’t until it’s out of your hand that you realize changmi’s taken it, lip syncing straight to your camera and filming herself from all different angles. the nail in your coffin is when she cups one of her pecs, smiling teasingly and licking her teeth as she pulls the lace down, down, down to show her puffy little nipple. the lace snaps back up to cover her again when she pulls her fingers away, and she hands your phone back to you with a hysteric giggle that you somehow know is just for you. she leaves you like nothing happened, flurries her way back to the stage to finish her number like she didn’t knock your jaw straight to the floor.   

changmi’s been on instagram live for the past thirty minutes getting ready for her gig tonight. she’s fun to watch, but you can put her on as background noise too while you’re piddling around the house watering your plants, washing the dishes. she’s sitting at a vanity doing her makeup, looking as goofy as ever with her curly, black hair pinned back from her face. a makeup smudged headband secures it extra tight. she’s shirtless, leaving her broad shoulders and relaxed pecs out for you to ogle like a degenerate freak. she’s already corseted, and the slight pudge of tanned skin above the corset makes your mouth water when she leans towards the camera. 

you can tell by the constant bickering and giggling going on that she’s not alone. miss honey is there with her, the cackle gives it away even before you see her face, sitting beside her at the vanity doing her own makeup. 

changmi goes back and forth between using the vanity mirror and her phone camera to apply her makeup. she really does look silly, but it’s endearing, and the process of changbin transforming into changmi is so exciting to watch. it’s beautiful. they both are. 

she’s trying her best to answer questions and talk to miss honey all while dabbing on her foundation and setting underneath her eyes. 

“‘how long have you been doing drag?’” she reads from the comments. “hmm, since…” it takes her several minutes to answer. she’s so focused on lining her waterline in stark white that she forgets to speak at all. you vaguely remember changbin being unable to multitask back in highschool, and it looks like nothing has changed even years later. miss honey giggles beside her. 

“since when, wifey?” 

“oh! wait- what was the question? sorry, ah… since i was eighteen? but badly. and in secret.” it makes you frown, pausing your tidying of the bathroom sink. you knew changbin at eighteen. there’s nothing you can do about it now; you just hope it wasn’t a lonely secret to keep. “i remember a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday, crystal taught me how to walk in kitten heels in her basement.” she says it with a quiet laugh, like it’s a fond memory. 

“kitten heels! kitten heels?! you needed help in kitten heels?!” miss honey wails. she pops her head in the corner of changmi’s screen and looks just as ridiculous. her lips are the color of her foundation, and her contour isn’t blended. a hello kitty hair band holds her hair from her face. 

“yah! don’t you dare disrespect my kitten heels! it was harder than it looked, okay?! i almost broke my ankles and mama’s.” 

it sends miss honey into a round of hysterics, and changmi starts giggling too. 

miss honey leans closer to changmi’s phone to read through the comments while changmi blends the finishing touches on her eyes. they’re pink and glittery and outlined sharply by thick, dove white, the white outlined and winged in a bubblegum pink liner. 

“oh, here’s a good one! ‘do you sew your own clothes?’” 

changmi nods her head, but it once again takes her a bit to answer. she’s too busy blowing on her lash glue and setting the long lashes in place, two in her crease and one below her waterline. miss honey’s smile grows wider and wider the longer she takes to answer. 

“my wife is being a bully,” changmi mumbles. “yes, i sew my own clothes!” 

“…did you sew that?” 

miss honey’s eyes cut to the side. whatever she’s looking at is out of frame, but you reckon it’s changmi’s outfit for the night. changmi looks up and rubs her lips together slowly and scratches at the back of her head. 

“…um. no…?” 

miss honey cackles so loudly that you have to turn the volume down a little bit. changmi isn’t much better, hollering her complaints through her own infectious laughter. they’re so funny together that you can’t help but laugh with them, just as entertained by them as you would be a reality television show. 

“i’m kidding, i’m just kidding! it’s really cute, you’re going to look great! your big man-shoulders are going to look sexy in that halter top, baby!” 

“man-shoulders?!” changmi hollers. she stands up from her chair so fast that it screeches on the floor. she backs up so that you can see more of her body on the screen, turns until she’s looking over one shoulder demurely and right into the camera. “why, i‘m just a dainty little lady.” 

it doesn’t do much to lessen the breadth of her wide shoulders and she knows it, finally breaking the façade and flexing into the camera. her biceps bulge when she flexes, and she turns around to show off her muscular back too. 

changbin was muscular in high school even though his stature was smaller, more lithe. his muscles were more corded, you could tell when he wore cut off shirts to gym class or helped your math teacher move desks. now though, it’s obvious how much work he’s put into his body. he must be so disciplined in his everyday life, eating well and working out to keep his physique in check. you place your chin in your palm and practically swoon while standing at your sink. 

every time you look at changbin — at changmi — you fall harder. you’d do anything to get to know each other better, positively sure your lives changed after highschool. you’ve both grown and matured. you might not have run in the same crowd back then, but it would still be nice to catch up. maybe you can run in the same crowd now. it’s hard to make friends when you’re an adult, but sometimes putting yourself out there can be worth it. 

“stop making me laugh! it’s making me hungry,” changmi whines. “an uncrustable sounds so good right now…” 

you’re out of your bathroom before you know it, slipping on your ugg slippers and grabbing your keys to run by the nearest store before you have to get ready for tonight. 

changmi’s performance is mesmerizing as always, but you’re learning that that’s typical of her. 

and miss honey was right. she does look great, and her wide shoulders do look sexy in her halter top. it’s something you’ve never seen her in before. the halter top is pink and covered in rhinestones. it’s cropped too, high enough to show off the underside of her padded breasts. beaded stars dangle from the ruffled hem of the top too, reflecting brightly off the lights of the stage and dancing whenever she moves even the slightest bit. her pants are pink too of course, high waisted and spandex, flowing into wide bell bottoms at the ends. changmi’s hips are padded and her pants are cinching her at the waist. she’s so fucking curvy, and her little legs look so cute and tiny in those pants. the only reason they don’t brush the ground when she moves is because of her shoes, a pretty ballet wrap heel that must tie at her knees. 

the wig she’s wearing matches her outfit to a tee. it’s something like a shag mullet, poofy and curly and choppy all around her head and tapering off as it goes down her back. her petal pink hair is speckled with black pieces all over, giving her an edgier look than you’re used to seeing from her. 

she’s so beautiful it hurts. 

changmi’s on stage with miss honey and a few other queens you recognize but don’t remember the names of. she’s answering questions when asked and engaging with the queens and the crowd, but you can tell she’s a little more distracted than usual. 

she’s distracted because she’s looking at you. 

she has been since earlier. since she sat on your lap during her performance and pet your hair gently before she left. you always try to get to the bar early enough to sit in the corner booth as you usually do, and it looks like it’s working to your advantage because her eyes fall to your booth every time she performs. 

changmi is bold. her confidence during all of her gigs gives that away, even with that coy little attitude she portrays so well. but now, when she’s doing nothing but sitting on a stool on stage, she exudes self-assurance. not in a gross way, just in the way she handles herself. she looks into your eyes from across the room without breaking eye contact, smirks in sweet satisfaction whenever you’re the one that has to break it because it’s too much to handle. 

the second time she winks at you has you reaching into your purse for a tissue. it’s making you fucking sweat, her attention is, and you pull out the tissue to dab underneath your eyes, at your burning cheeks. it’s then that you see what else you’ve got in your purse. how could you have forgotten?! your heart pounds a little quicker when you reach into your bag again to pull out the two clear packets of round, soft uncrustables.  

changmi’s still watching you, and you purse your lips to hide your smile when you hear her gasp over the microphone. 

“no you did not!” she hollers. the mic shrills, and miss honey covers her ears with a dramatized wince. “is that what i think it is? oh my god, please come here, come here!” 

oh god, you weren’t expecting to be called up to the stage, but you’re learning that you’d do most anything for changmi, so you get up from your booth and cross the floor, walk your way in front of the standing crowd to park yourself right at the stage. changmi scuttles her way to the edge and drops down to her knees to reach you better. 

“you said you wanted these earlier?” you tell her. she leans down further to hear better just as you stand on your tip-toes. her hair tickles the skin of your bare arms. “i- i didn’t know what kind you like best, so i got both.” 

strawberry and grape. 

two packs, ten — nine now — fluffy sandwiches in each. at least now you’ve got something waiting for you when you get snacky at home. 

“oh my fucking god! you’re so sweet, i could kiss you. i really could! can i give you a kiss?” she laughs, but her eyes are taking in your expression like she means it. 

you throw her words back at her from the first night you met. “does kissing count as ‘putting out’ before the first date?” 

she laughs again, squinting her eyes a little like she doesn’t remember what you’re talking about but still waits for your answer. 

“i’d love to borrow a kiss,” your words are quiet, just for her. changmi smiles softly and leans forward. she doesn’t kiss you on the lips, no. instead, her plump little lips land on the apple of your heated cheek. the roar of the crowd, the hooting and hollering of the queens behind changmi all fades into white noise in your ears. 

you’re so focused on her that you can hear the gentle smack of her lips when she pulls away from you and leans back onto her heels. she’s smiling big, eyes wide with joy as she takes the sandwiches from your hands. 

“i’m gonna tear these up after the gig, you have no idea.” 

you and changmi both jolt when miss honey scoffs dramatically into the mic, crossing her leg over one knee and flipping her sleek ponytail over her shoulder. 

“does marriage mean nothing anymore?! my wife just cheated on me for a fucking uncrustable!” 

it isn’t until you’re home again and getting ready for bed that you notice the pink kiss mark on your cheek. 

you only hesitate a second before bringing your phone up to take a selfie, messing with your hair and angling your phone just right to make sure you can see the stain of changmi’s lips. it’s a cute picture, cute enough to open up a new message on instagram, cute enough to type in kissedbychangmi in the search bar, and cute enough to send it straight to her with no text.  

you haven’t even wiped the kiss off of your face and taken your makeup off by the time a new notification pops up on your locked screen. 

kissedbychangmi sent a photo.

the first thing you do is laugh. you can’t help it, she’s silly. her wig is off, and her dark, pinned-back hair is flattened under a wig cap. she still has her makeup on too, but it looks a little cakey in the orange lighting of the back room of the bar. she looks real, human. her eyes are happy, but you can’t see her smile. all because she holds a half eaten strawberry uncrustable in front of her lips, shaped like a crescent where she’s bitten off more of the middle. 

kissedbychangmi

thank you for the snacks!!

changmi gobbled them all up >< 

god, she’s so fucking cute it’s unreal! is this really the same girl who winked at you all night and asked to give you a kiss in front of a crowd of people? it feels like a fever dream. even more so because you know it’s changbin behind the screen. 

your thumbs are hovering over the keys when she sends another response. 

kissedbychangmi

would you maybe like to go to lunch with me one day next week? 

i really can’t believe we ran into each other this way after all this time! 

i’m a little embarrassed.. you must have been so surprised 

if anyone should be embarrassed it should be you, gawking at and thirsting over her while she’s just doing her job, while she’s just doing something she loves with people she loves. 

you

i’d love to go to lunch w you!! 

i was actually going to ask you soon too lmao it’ll be so nice to catch up 

and do nottt be embarrassed!!! i was surprised, but like a good surprised you know? 

kissedbychangmi

yayyy~

i’m about to drive home.. i can text you when i get settled and we can plan then? 

you

talk to you soon 😝

it’s not awkward at all. 

changbin greets you with a warm smile and an even warmer hug. the weather is nice enough that the two of you decide to sit outside to have your lunch, and he even pulls your chair out for you when you reach the quaint little table in front of the restaurant window. there’s a slight breeze underneath the awning; changbin’s curls flutter lightly against his lensless glasses and your fingers itch to brush them back.  

you’re so used to seeing his features contoured sharply now, his lips overdrawn and his hair long, but today, changbin looks soft. relaxed. there’s not a trace of makeup on his handsome face. 

the food is delicious, but the company you keep is even better. you talk for so long that your waitress has stopped coming back to check on you, settling instead on leaving the bill on the edge of the table and moving on to other patrons around you and inside. it feels like you talk about everything under the sun. you have to start out somewhere - it’s great to see you, what have you been up to since graduation, and do you still talk to so-and-so turns into deeper, more personal topics the longer you sit together. changbin talks with his hands. his pupils shake when he talks about something that means a lot to him. he has so many different types of laughs that you can’t keep count of them all. 

“i came out on accident,” he answers when you ask. “no, really! i wasn’t ready, but i guess i felt like i didn’t have much of a choice? my sister walked in on me trying on one of her skirts after school, and everything just kind of… happened at once.” 

you can’t imagine how that must have felt. the ground falling from underneath his feet, the ice cold dread seeping into his skin and down deep to his bones. he must have been so scared. 

“did she- did she react okay? i mean, you guys were so close, weren’t you?” 

“she was fine!” he nods. “we sat on the edge of her bed and i cried because i didn’t want her to be mad at me. i mean, finding out your brother isn’t straight and wants to wear dresses all in the same day is probably a lot to take in at once.” it makes you snort, and changbin giggles too, but his eyes are misty. “she told me it would never change anything, though. that i’m still her baby brother even if i wear a skirt and kiss boys every now and then. i think that changed my life, you know? she’s really a badass.” 

“her brother’s pretty badass too,” you smile, and changbin makes an airy little noise before leaning back in his chair to blink rapidly at the sky. “i came out to my mom on the way home from school one day because i felt guilty not telling her who i had a crush on. you know what i mean? i tell her everything, so it felt, like… wrong. i told her i had a crush on this girl in one of my classes and then sat in silence just waiting for her to kick me out of the car.” 

changbin nods his head. his brows are furrowed. “did she?” 

“nah, she pretty much told me the same thing. i’m her baby and she loves me no matter what. god, changbin, we got really lucky, didn’t we?” 

it’s something you think about a lot, how different things could have been if your mother wasn’t your mother. if changbin’s sister wasn’t his sister. how different things are in the world for so many people like you. how people have to fight to exist without persecution, how they have to keep silent for their safety and security when all they want is to speak their truth and live honestly. 

“that’s why drag is so special to me,” he confirms. not everyone’s experience with coming out is a positive one. “it’s why drag is so important in general. the world needs queer art. queer joy! if we can help someone live in it just for one night, that means everything to me.” 

changmi is a beacon of light. you think of her bright smile on stage, the way she interacts with the crowd who comes to watch her perform. everyone is there for a common reason, existing in solidarity and community. 

“it helps you too though, doesn’t it?” 

changbin sits back in his chair. you can tell he’s thinking hard by the way his eyes roam around, gathering the words in his head that he wants to say. 

“of course it does, it’s given me so much of myself. changmi, my drag name. do you know what that word means?” you shake your head. you’ve been curious if it had a meaning to it, or if it was just derived from his real name. “it means rose in korean. i feel like… that expresses who i am, in a way. changbin can be soft and sharp. changbin has thorns, but he’s sweet too. the thorns are mostly for show, people just don’t always stay to find out.” 

his cheeks are flushed pink, sweetly shy as he opens himself up to you in a way he never has before. he’s bearing his soul, you can tell, and all you want to do is keep it safe. 

you understand what he means. despite how nice he was to everyone in high school, you heard constant whispers in the hallways. his eyes made him look intimidating, his voice was loud and raspy. now, the muscles on his body leave people assuming he has a certain attitude or mindset. 

but instead, his smile remains warm, his calloused hands only touch things gently. his laugh never fails to make you smile. the drag he wears could give you cavities if you were to sink your teeth into it. 

“i think those people are missing out on something really wonderful.” you reach across the table and tap your fingers softly against his knuckles. changbin turns his hand so that his palm is facing upwards, and his fingers squeeze around yours when you place your hand in his. 

you’re not afraid of changbin’s thorns because you have thorns of your own. a way of protection, a sign of sacrifice, a ferocity within the tenderness of your beating heart. 

you’re more alike than you could have ever imagined. 

“i can’t stop touching them?” you pose it like a question, but there’s no question about it. 

you’re swiveling around in the chair at changbin’s sewing station, surrounded by mannequin torsos and styrofoam heads. he’d invited you over to his place earlier to spend some time together before his gig later on, and you’re watching him brush out a wig now. you’ve seen him get ready before on instagram live, he’s even called you a few times before just to chitchat, but it’s even better when he’s doing it right in front of you, when you can see the entire process and talk to him during it. 

“what, my tits?” changbin laughs, eyes snapping from his wig over to you at his sewing station. he shakes his head fondly when he sees the constant prodding of your fingers against one of his silicone breast forms. 

he has several, of all different shapes and sizes because they all make him feel pretty and because certain ones go better with certain outfits. a full coverage breastplate that he can put on like a shirt, adhesive forms that stick right to his pecs, and even forms with clear straps that he can wear like a bra. they feel different based on the material they’re made of, and you immediately gravitated towards the squishiest pair. 

“they’re so soft,” you marvel. “can you wear these ones tonight?” 

changbin already encouraged you to pick his outfit and wig for tonight, so you’re hoping his tits count too.

he beckons you over with a nod of his head and takes the jiggly forms from your hands. changbin moves to stand in front of his full body mirror and removes the paper from the back of the first form, sticking the adhesive right over one of his pecs. he repeats the same process with the other form; changbin’s eyes are wide in concentration, and his bottom lip sticks out cutely as he focuses on sticking them evenly on his chest. he turns to you when he’s satisfied, smiling goofily when he begins to lift up on the balls of his feet and back down to make the forms bounce. they look real, they really do. they match his skin color almost to a tee. if he were to blend the edges with foundation, you doubt you’d be able to tell the difference at all. you’re standing in front of him before you know it, eyes locked on his chest. the forms are so realistic that they have light blue veins in the mold, a smattering of light freckles. the nipples are the same color as changbin’s real ones, dark brown with a furled little areola. 

“they’re nicer than mine!” you say, pushing your fingers against the fatty sides to see them jiggle again. 

changbin’s brows furrow and he shakes his head firmly. his curls would be bouncing if he didn’t have his hair pinned back. “no they’re not.” 

oh. 

oh. 

“changbin seo.” he blinks wildly. “how would you know? have you been looking at my boobs?” 

it’s cute how quickly his ears color, cute how he starts scrambling over himself while you’re just trying to hold in your laughter. 

“no! no, i mean- i’m just saying. if i were to see them, i’m sure they’d be perfect, because you’re p- ah, please! don’t laugh at me! hey, why are you laughing?!” 

his arms wrap around your waist when you lean into him to stifle your laughter against his neck. changbin is so easy to tease. he’s cute when he whines, when his voice raises in volume to try and get his point across. everything about him is so endearing. 

changbin is warm. he runs hot, but he’s even warmer because you’ve got him blushing petal pink. his skin is so soft underneath your own, plush and honey-toned and decadent, like he’d melt in your mouth like a marshmallow if you were to bite into him. 

“they are pretty nice,” you say. your voice is soft, quiet. changbin leans back a hair and you watch his eyes slip to your lips. “if you wanna see ‘em, all you have to do is ask.” 

you feel him shiver, and that cute downwards smile pops up on his precious face. 

“are you flirting with me?” 

there’s no point in lying. honestly, you thought he knew how gone you were for him by now. you were a ticking time bomb, only able to hide the yearning that must cloud your eyes and hold your tongue so much. it’s hard not to look at him, not to want to bask in his presence, and it only worsens as time goes by. the more time you spend together, the more you want him. the more you hear his voice, the more you want to hear it for the rest of your life. the more he touches you, the more your body, mind, and soul long for it. 

you’ve locked your heart away for so long that it’s dusty. the only way to keep yourself safe is to keep it hidden and sealed tight, but changbin holds the key. you placed the key in his hands the moment you found each other again, even if he doesn’t know it. 

“yes. yes, changbin, i’m flirting with you.” 

he nods then, squeezes your hip gently with a calloused hand. 

“okay,” he whispers. “okay, good.” 

you’re excited to see changmi. you’re always excited to see her, but she’s wearing what you picked out for her this time, so it feels different. you didn’t even bother making your way to your usual booth, walking your way to the stage and standing right off to the side of it because you want to watch her perform up close and personal. 

you’d left changbin’s house with a kiss to his soft cheek, just giving back the one you borrowed from him weeks back. 

he doesn’t know you’ll be matching with him, doesn’t know that you overturned your entire closet when you got home just to find your black leather skirt and the black, plunge neck rose-printed crop top with the hopes that he’d see it and smile. and with the hopes that he’ll think you look hot, because you feel it. you feel good, you feel confident. the compliments you’ve gotten on the floor of the bar have only helped you fly closer to cloud nine, only a hop and a skip away from it now. but there’s only one person who can get you there. 

you enjoy the other queens’ performances, cheering and tipping along with the crowd, but it feels like your heart plummets to your feet when the host finally calls for your best girl. 

the lights strobe, a britney number starts, and you’re almost bouncing on your heels. 

when she comes out on stage, she’s not wearing what you picked out for her. the only thing of yours she’s wearing is the wig, but that’s it. she looks pretty, god, she looks fucking gorgeous, but there’s a hot curl of disappointment in your gut. 

changmi’s wearing a spandex dress, it’s black and long sleeved and the pleated skirt of it hits the meat of her fishnet covered thighs. it looks a little frumpy in some places - like it doesn’t fit her quite right, but you’re too mesmerized by the whipping of her hair and the strong movements of her arms that your thoughts fly out the window soon enough. 

you’re already waving your hands at her, dollar bills held firmly between your fingers. but it isn’t until the chorus that you open your mouth to scream with everyone else. 

changmi’s hands reach behind her to yank at the skirt of the dress, and the dress pops open from the back. you’re completely baffled, though you should know by now that changmi always has a few tricks up her sleeve, a shrill scream pulling from your lungs when she tosses the dress behind her and whips her hair again, beautiful, curvy bodice clothed in the outfit you picked for her. 

her long sleeved shirt is tight, black, and sheer, but it’s blanketed by a dainty, silver harness top. ruby red jewels dangle from the chains like little pomegranate seeds. they call to you, pull you in, urge you to bite. her wig drips red as well. it’s long, black, sleek like water, two curling horns rising from the sides of her head. blood red seeds dangle from the horns like she’s royalty. the jewels dance with her when she moves, and her little black skirt twirls with her too. black fishnet clad legs lead to the most beautiful heels you’ve ever seen. they’re inky as well, with a thick, clear heel. the inside is filled with rose petals, and a bright, red rose sits atop of the vamp. 

changmi’s makeup fits her black and red theme too, lipstick a dark red that ombres into a black overdraw. her waterline shaded in white as always but lined by a bright red. the point of her wing is as dark as night, and it’s paired with the new addition of black and red freckles smattering her cheekbones. 

you’ve never seen her in something dark like this, neither have the other patrons if their reactions are anything to go by. her aesthetic is made of cotton candy pink, but this fits her just as well, just like you knew it would. it’s edgy, it’s full of sharp thorns, and no one is afraid of her here. 

you’re brought back into yourself when changmi drops to her knees and arches her back, palms flat on the wood as she crawls forward to the edge of the stage to take tips. she prowls, a muscled jungle cat, rolls onto her back when she’s done and arches again until she kicks her legs in the air to clack her heels together. you can see the outline of her breast forms, the chocolatey circles of her nipples through the mesh and harness when she switches back to her knees to whip her hair. 

changmi eases back onto her heels and spreads her knees wide. the roar of the crowd only grows louder when she brings a hand down to fan her crotch, a satisfied smirk adorning her face when she finally makes eye contact with you. her skirt’s ridden up so you see the black lace panties she wears underneath her fishnets. it’s smooth, there’s no bulge, soft cock tucked back and completely hidden. you know that most drag queens tuck for their performances and to further the illusion, but the thought of changbin tucking nearly has your brain bluescreening. 

she kicks one leg out and spins on her heel until she’s kneeling in front of you mouthing the lyrics, ducking her head to look you in the eyes. they slip down to your chest, the plunge of your shirt and back up to your face like she just couldn’t help it. 

“oh my fucking god!” you yell, smile overtaking your face until her own is mirroring yours. you know she heard you over the music. “you’re fucking insane, oh my god!” 

you reach out for her with a bill in your hand, but she doesn’t take it. changmi tucks the bill back in your fist and squeezes your hand in hers, instead bringing your knuckles to her mouth for a kiss. 

another kiss from a rose. 

her hair is stuck in her lipstick, strands caught wildly over the horns of her wig and tangled in the jewels, and she’s never been more beautiful. 

“will you come to a brunch gig with me?” changbin asks. his voice is tinny over the crackling speaker of your phone. “saturday at ten thirty. they gave me a plus one! would you want to come? like, as a date… with me? we can do something after too! not just- ahh… not just the brunch.” 

you can tell he’s nervous. the end of his sentence trails off into an embarrassed, airy laugh, and you have to bite your lip to hide your smile.  

“i would love to go on a date with you, changbin. what should i wear?” 

“oh? oh! wow, okay. ah, i’m going winter-y. i’m thinking maybe a coat reveal into a bodysuit… my coat is red, maybe we could match?” 

“oh, yes! i like that! i’m sure i have some red lying around somewhere.” 

you hate talking on the phone. you’d rather text, can’t usually be bothered to pick up the phone unless it’s your mom calling, but changbin is changing your mind. you could listen to him talk for hours, just interjecting with a hum every now and then so he’ll know you’re listening to him. you always hang onto every word changbin says; the gritty timbre of his voice has easily become your favorite sound over the past several months. so you start looking around for what to wear so you have an excuse to stay on the phone with him for longer. changbin, would red tights be cute? oh! i do have a jumpsuit that might work instead. what are you doing right now? how much red are we talking? have you eaten dinner yet? how are you doing your hair? 

are you thinking of me the way i’m thinking of you? do you want me as badly as i want you? 

the rest of the week passes in a blur. it’s the slowest week of your life, all too excited for your date on saturday that the weekdays decide to make you wait on it. 

you do end up going with the red jumpsuit. it’s red and white gingham, and your white, heeled boots click on the hardwood floor of the open restaurant as you wait for changbin to start performing. for changmi to start. 

changbin drove you here. you met up at his house and he walked out of his front door in full drag at nine thirty in the morning, minus the platform boots he held in his hands and a suitcase wheeled behind him. black slides took their place while he drove, and his hive styled hair brushed against the roof of his car. you laughed all the way there, changbin’s suitcase of extra clothes sitting underneath your feet, and your hands entwined over the center console. 

the restaurant is packed. every table in the building is full, and there’s even people standing against the walls. you recognize several people from the bar and chit chat with them for a little while as speakers are set up and food is brought out, but you make your way back to your reserved table to wait. your table is closest to where changmi is waiting too, probably spending the last few minutes before ten thirty stretching and doing a few breathing exercises to calm her jitters. you can see one white platform boot peeking out from around the corner where she stands, and you giggle, taking your phone out and starting a video, zooming in on her tapping foot to send her or post on your instagram later. 

her gig today is a little different than they usually are at her regular bar. you’ve never been to a drag brunch before, but you’re excited. it seems to be a little more laid back during the day. the atmosphere is great, the daiquiri you’re sipping on is great, you know changmi will be great. 

she’s so fucking cute when she walks around the corner after her music starts. she’s met with boisterous cheers and rowdy clapping, and you might just be the loudest one there. 

her red coat reaches to her knees. fur lines the sleeves and the collar of it, and a thick belt keeps it pulled together in the middle. she’s wearing white, lace gloves and a huge pair of white earmuffs to match. you don’t think you’ve ever seen her in a fully blonde wig either, but it goes perfectly with her outfit. it’s platinum blonde and hive shaped, with messy, curly ringlets framing her face to make her look even softer than she already is.  

you’re waiting with bated breath for her reveal, so invested in changmi twinkling her fingers to greet people while she lip syncs and teasingly sitting beside someone in their booth that your food must be going cold in front of you. 

her reveal is just as breathtaking as you knew it would be. the chorus crescendos and changmi twirls in place, taking the coat off as she does. the restaurant erupts into cheers as changmi now stands before them in a corseted bodysuit, something pastel green and bedazzled bright. it has a pretty, heart shaped neckline that dips low to show her cleavage. her thighs are hugged by lacy white garters that are held in place by twin straps. she looks as delicate as ever, as expensive as ever. you had no clue this is what she was wearing under her coat. 

you’re so focused on your girl that it takes a moment to notice the hammering of little footsteps on the hardwood floor, running full speed to the middle of the restaurant where changmi performs the last bit of her first song. it’s a little girl, and she pauses right in front of changmi, looking up at her in wonder. you’re sitting up in your seat when she speaks up. 

“tinker bell…” 

her eyes are wide, her jaw is dropped. she’s cutely snaggle-toothed and wearing a shirt with olaf the snowman on it. out of the corner of your eyes you can see a woman hurry to get up from her table, but it doesn’t take changmi long to react. 

she bends down until she’s resting on one knee and boops the little girl lightly on the nose with one lace covered finger. 

you’ve never seen her falter during a lip sync, even when she’s being prodded and pulled in all different directions at bars that are slam full of people, her mouth never stops moving. but it does this time, pulling into a small smile instead while ariana grande croons in the background. 

“hello,” she greets. “what’s your name?” 

“maggie,” the little girl says, still staring at changmi with sparkle filled eyes. 

“would you like to dance with me, maggie?” 

maggie nods her head excitedly, and changmi looks in the direction where the little girl’s mother sits for her permission. when she’s granted permission with waving hands and a fond grin, changmi lifts her into her arms and props her on her hip. the little girl squeals as she’s twirled around high off the floor and whirled around the room. changmi puts her down eventually to hold her hands so they can really dance together, spinning in happy circles and laughing together. it’s a beautiful sight, like nothing you’ve ever seen before, and you pull out your phone to record it for changbin to see later. it brings a tear to your eye, a smile to your face seeing changmi so happy… seeing changbin so happy. this joy belongs to him.

“mommy, auntie, come dance!” maggie shouts, reaching a little hand towards her family while the other holds firmly to changmi. they smile but shake their heads until her shouting becomes more insistent, both women finally standing from the table and making their way to the middle, awkwardly tapping their feet and moving their arms until maggie starts jumping with joy. 

“come dance!” changmi beckons, looking around to all the patrons in the restaurant. “everyone’s invited to our dance party!” 

before you know it, you can hardly see changmi at all, she’s swallowed by a crowd of people dancing all around her, waving their hands in the air or holding onto each other. an older man tangoes with his wife, two younger women are singing to each other and jumping with their hands entwined, a mother bends down to twirl her son under her arm. you’re still recording when changmi bursts through the crowd and scurries to you. she’s breathing heavily, her blush-covered cheeks are pink with exertion, but she’s smiling as bright as the sun. she holds her hand out to you, and you end the video right there. 

“may i have this dance?” she pants, and you take her hand with a grin of your own. 

she leads you to the middle where you’re welcomed happily, dancing with your favorite person and strangers you’ve never met, strangers you’ll never see again. it’s the most freeing moment of your life, you think, sharing something so special like this with likeminded people and basking in what can only be described as jubilation. 

brunch is over at eleven thirty, and changmi leaves the restaurant with a parting ment of encouragement, thanking everyone for coming out and supporting her and the local restaurant hosting. 

“we’re here,” she says. “we’ve been here, and we will be here. we’re not going anywhere. they can’t take moments like this away from us even if they try.” 

changbin is contemplative when he walks out of the employee bathroom after eating brunch with you. he’s completely out of drag now, suitcase packed to the brim with his wig, coat, bodysuit, and other accessories. he’s so handsome, hair tucked back into a cap and gray sweatshirt tight over his pecs. he cleaned off his makeup as best he could, but there’s still hints of liner in his waterline. he speaks to the owner of the restaurant again before leaving, raving about their food and promising to be back, whether it’s for a gig or just to eat something good. 

his hand is warm when you grab it. changbin shoulders the door open for you even though he’s the one carrying a suitcase, and he opens the passenger side door for you before throwing his suitcase in the backseat and rounding the car himself. he leans his head back against the headrest as he starts the car. his head lolls to the side so he can look at you, and he smiles when he sees you’re already looking at him. 

“let’s just drive,” he suggests. “ride around for a bit, talk. maybe get some milkshakes?” 

you’re sure at this point you’d almost agree to anything he were to suggest. but a drive sounds nice, talking with him sounds even better, and milkshakes are always a plus. 

you stop by the local sonic before changbin really starts driving, strawberry and banana pudding milkshakes sitting in his cup holders. 

changbin is easy to talk to. you’ve known that since high school but truly learned the extent of it when you started getting to know each other all those months ago. he has strong principles, an excellent head on his shoulders and a kind heart to match. you love listening to his voice, but you’re happy just watching him too, just existing in a shared space together. you watch him for so long that your breathing syncs with his, chests rising and falling at the same time. 

“what are you looking at?” changbin chuckles. his lips are downturned in a smile, and his fingers fiddle with yours on the center console. 

“you.” 

that’s it. what else is there to say? the whole world, the keeper of my heart, the song of my soul and love of my life? too soon, too much. even if you know it to be true. you don’t want to scare him away. 

“ah, let me find somewhere to park. i want to look at you too.” 

you giggle then, finally turning away from him but squeezing his thick fingers in yours. he has a while to go, you think, a clear strip of road is all you see ahead. the further you get from the city, the more trees you see, more fields of grass with cows and horses and goats. 

the houses you come across are sparse, but the signs in their yards are not. 

blue and red pickets, flags waving from the rooftops. big white letters promising a greatness that you stopped believing ever existed in the first place. 

you ignore it as best you can, even though the sight of them always makes your lips curl in disgust and anger fester in your gut. changbin does too. he holds your hand softly, but you can see his other hand tighten on the wheel. the last straw for both of you is when you pull up behind a souped up truck at a red light, back window and tailgate plastered in what can only be described as right wing propaganda. 

“what fucking bullshit!” you bite, just as changbin throws his hand in the air. 

it must be the longest running red light in the country. your eyes are forced to roam from sticker to sticker, shaking your head and clenching your jaw at each one. 

whoever’s in the truck doesn’t pay you any mind, leaving you and changbin in the dust the second the light turns green, tail pipe blaring and engine burning oil as they speed away. changbin takes the next turn and pulls you into the parking lot of a movie theater. he parks a ways away from the other cars, still double checking that the doors are locked and the windows are all the way up. 

the silence doesn’t last for long because you break it. you have to talk about it, you have to get it off your chest before bitterness eats you from the inside out. 

“i’m just so fucking angry!” changbin doesn’t startle even though you’re already raising your voice, all he does is unbuckle his seatbelt, shift his seat back, and turn fully to you so he can listen. “i’m just so fucking angry! and tired! it’s your neighbors. it’s people you walk by in the grocery store, people you pass on the streets. it’s your coworkers, friends you thought you knew, your own fucking family. changbin, it’s all around us! at- at work, i have to fucking interact with people without knowing if they think i should have bodily autonomy or not! this is- god, this is so fucked! and how- how can i sit there and enjoy christmas dinner when i know my grandma would hate me if i brought a girl home to meet the rest of the family?! i’m so fucking pissed off, changbin, and i’m so scared.” 

your voice comes out ragged and choked, and changbin reaches for your hand again with both of his. he kisses your knuckles repeatedly, rubs them against his lips and uncurls your fingers to kiss your palm. 

“i’m scared too,” changbin whispers. you trace your fingers against his full cheek while his fingers hold your wrist. “that little girl earlier, maggie. did you see how happy she was?” he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “no one is born with hate in their heart. it’s learned, it’s taught. whether it’s at school or at home… i- we can’t stop that, and it kills me. i’m so scared that this part of me will be persecuted somehow.” changbin’s voice is wet, his chin quivers. “being gay isn’t a crime! drag isn’t a crime, i can’t- i don’t want them to take her away from me. she- she makes me strong.” 

your heart cracks open right here, in the parking lot of some rundown movie theater in the front seat of changbin’s car. you ache for him, you ache for yourself. for people you know and people you don’t. 

changbin goes to scrub angrily at his eyes, but you beat him to it, brushing his falling tears away with gentle fingers. 

“oh, baby,” you coo. “angel boy, listen to me. she’s strong because you’re strong. you made her, she’s part of you. changmi is strong, but only because changbin makes her that way.” 

he curls pitifully into the center console and you hold him while he cries. his cap falls off his head and straight to the floorboard at your feet. his shoulders shake, his throat rattles with his cries. his fingers are curled tightly in the fabric of your jumpsuit. you rest your head on his trembling shoulders and cry with him, disappointed by something so much bigger than the both of you that you hardly know the words to say. 

changbin tries to sit up when his crying peters out into wet sniffles, but you hold him against you for a little bit longer, just not ready to let him go yet. when you finally let him up, he covers his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt to hide. 

“can’t i see you? please?” you beg. your nose is stuffy from crying too. 

he drops his arm when you ask, fingers fiddling with the hem of his tear-stained sleeve. you reach forward to smooth out his flat hair, cup his cheeks. his eyelashes have formed into points due to his tears, and his cheeks are pink and wet, hot to the touch. his round little nose is even pinker. 

“i’m ugly when i cry,” he mumbles. 

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever known,” you tell him instead, ducking your head so that you can look him in the eye even when he tries to shy away. he leans into your touch though, noses at your palm wetly and kisses it again. changbin doesn’t say anything to that, almost like he’s taking in the words you said and soaking them in. 

his eyes are so beautiful when they land on yours. they’re red-rimmed and glossy, but they’re still the warmest color you know. hot chocolate on a cold winter night, coffee to pull you out of bed in the morning, the comfort and safety of a childhood teddy bear. changbin’s gaze softens as he takes in your face. it feels like he’s looking right through you, looking past the darkest, thorniest parts of you and still finding beauty where you never could. his hands cup your wrists, thumbs rubbing the skin tenderly. 

your breath catches in your throat when he leans toward you. changbin doesn’t kiss you, but he’s close enough that he could. his round nose nudges against yours instead, nuzzling the tip of it while you both breathe shakily in the silence of his idling car. he’s so close that you can feel his breath fanning warmly against your lips. 

“i just wanted to look at you,” he whispers. his thumbs wrap around yours. he eases your hands from his face but keeps your hands between your bodies, entwines them right between the shared beat of your hearts. “but it’s not enough. i can’t go another day without kissing you.” 

it happens all at once. you both lean forward, two minds and hearts aligned. it’s not a frantic mesh of lips like you’d envisioned before, there’s no fireworks like you hear of in the movies or read in your books. it just feels right, that’s all. it seeps into your bones and coats even the smallest crevices of your soul. 

changbin’s lips are warm. they’re cracked on the bottom but still slick from his tears. he tastes like salt and strawberries and a hint of his makeup remover, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. it’s the softest kiss you’ve ever had. a light peck, another, another, until he’s breathing you in and moving to cup the nape of your neck. he presses forward harder, kisses you deeper, opens his mouth until your bottom lip is caught between the plumpness of his two. you’re finding that your lips fit together perfectly, moving in time with each other, a beautiful, languid mesh. changbin is the one to angle his head first, open his mouth wider, and a soft noise bubbles from the back of your throat when his tongue laps at your lower lip. you open for him with no hesitation, wanting him to take from you. changbin’s soft mouth is wet and warm and oh, so inviting. it’s small, but there’s so much to learn, so much to taste. your tongues are slick when they curl together, spit taking the place of salt on your lips. 

the air between you is humid. every gasp, every shuddering breath, every heady noise is shared between your lips. your hands are threading through the hair on the back of his head when he pulls away from you with a wet smack. you whine, tugging him back because you’re greedy, because you can’t get enough now that you’ve had him, and he pecks your swollen lips to satisfy the hunger, pecks them again, once more for good measure. 

the sight of him makes your cunt clench and your stomach swoop. changbin’s lips are swollen and pink, so beautifully slick from your shared kisses. his hair is messy on his head and his ears are rosy red. 

he smooths your hair back with the hand that was cupping your nape, presses his thumb to the give of your bottom lip. his eyes droop when you suck it into your mouth. you can’t help it, the greed overtakes every bit of your senses. your eyes flutter as your tongue laps at the pad of his thumb, bobbing your head lightly to entice him even further. you’re reeling; it looks like he wants to eat you alive. changbin slips his thumb further in your mouth before pulling it out and wiping the spit across your swollen lips. 

“not here,” he grits. changbin cups your jaw, makes your swimmy eyes focus on him. “it isn’t supposed to happen like this. not here. will you come home with me?” 

you’d go anywhere in the world with him, so you lean across the console to kiss him again. 

“how is it supposed to happen?” you whisper against his open mouth. you feel his breath, kiss his bottom lip slowly. 

changbin closes his eyes and presses his forehead to yours. 

“in a bed,” he answers right away. “i- i lay you down in bed and kiss you until we’re both breathless. run my hands all over your body. baby… sweetheart, i can’t. if i keep talking i’ll do it right here.” 

you’d let him. let him take your clothes off in the backseat of his sleek, black car and sit you on his cock. you’d bounce in his lap until the windows fogged up, until your sweat stuck you together, until your head bumped the ceiling and he pulled you down to kiss you messy with a hand on the back of your head for safety. you’d let him take you right here, but you want him to get you in bed too. you want to smell his sheets, surround yourself with changbin’s scent and his pillows and the four walls of his room. 

“take me home then.” it’s so hard to pull away from him, but you put your seatbelt back on because you’re good and hold your hand out for changbin to take when he’s done doing the same thing. “show me the rest there.” 

despite your teasing on the way back to his house, changbin drives the speed limit the entire way. the more you play with his fingers, the more he white knuckles the steering wheel with his other hand. 

he kisses the breath from your lungs when he opens your car door, presses you against the black exterior and squeezes your hips before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to the door. he doesn’t even bother grabbing his suitcase from the backseat, or the empty milkshake cups, all too focused on getting you inside and fulfilling his promise. 

changbin takes the clothes from your body first. he unbuttons the front of your jumpsuit and slips the sleeves from your shoulders, kissing everywhere the fabric previously kept hidden from him.

“can i see them?” he asks. his eyes bore into yours even though you can tell he wants to look south. “you told me once that all i had to do was ask.”

your nipples harden merely at his words, so you nod your head and arch your back towards him in answer. his eyes roam slowly down to your chest, he takes you in with sparkling eyes and a slack mouth before kissing both of your peaked nipples.

you can tell he’s trying not to get ahead of himself now that your breasts are bare before him, but you’re both growing more and more desperate to feel each other’s skin and be close. you arch harder into him when he pushes the jumpsuit past your hips and holds you steady so you can step out of it. your sensitive nipples rub against the soft cotton of his sweatshirt. you want it off, you want him naked and panting and hard. 

he shrugs the sweatshirt from his shoulders when you start tugging on it, clearly just as eager to feel your skin against his. 

the press of your naked chests together snatches the air right from your lungs. he’s so warm, his skin so plush and soft that it makes you whine. you don’t know where to put your hands, whether to grip his broad shoulders or rake your nails down his muscular back. 

only when you’re down to your panties and changbin is left in his boxers does he lay you down amongst his pillows. he does exactly what he told you he would, kissing you so thoroughly that it makes your head spin. he’s halfway on top of you, one strong arm snaked underneath your neck to hold you and elbow propped on the mattress. his free hand roams your body, caresses your hair and your face, easing down to cup your breast and play with a hardening nipple. changbin’s calloused hand feels so good when it lowers to grip your thigh. it’s thrown over his hip, and he splays his hand across the skin to feel as much as he can. 

his tongue is fucking silk, but you knew that already. all you can do is give yourself to him wholly, opening your mouth for him to lick into like he’s starved. changbin makes the most mouth-watering noises when you tug on his hair to pull him closer. you feel cradled, you feel spoiled and cared for with changbin’s hands touching you so sweetly and his mouth molding so perfectly into yours. 

you shiver when his hand snakes from your thigh to between your legs. he doesn’t touch you there, just ghosts his fingers along the elastic of your panties. 

changbin doesn’t bother pulling away from your lips when he opens his mouth, speaking right against your tongue and swollen lips. “can i touch you right here?” 

you shiver again, and the arm trapped underneath your neck pulls you tighter to his warm body. if you were to focus hard enough, you’d be able to feel his heart hammering against his chest. 

“you can touch me anywhere,” you breathe. your legs spread on their own accord, rolling more onto your back and throwing one over his thighs for better access.  

he kisses you again, leans further over your body so that all you feel is his warmth. changbin’s fingers touch you over your panties, and he kisses the whimper from your lips. your eyes are already closed, but they squeeze shut even tighter, your brows furrow. he doesn’t pull away, molds his open lips against yours and licks inside your wanting mouth. his tongue whips messily against yours, the wet noise of it makes your clit throb under his delicate attention. your panties are soaking under his fingers, the slide of the cotton easing the wetter you become. 

your leg twitches when he presses harder on your clit, two thick fingers rubbing earnestly against the little, swollen button. an airy noise creeps from your mouth into his, and he answers you with his own. changbin only pulls away to kiss your cheek, his lips are so wet that you feel spit stick to your skin. he makes his way to your ear to tug the lobe into his warm mouth. 

he listens to you moan freely now, lets you push your thigh down against his for leverage so you can grind up into his dexterous fingers. changbin pants hotly against your cheek, his round nose smushed against your skin. 

“i want to fuck you so badly,” he grits. “i’m so excited to have you that way, sweetheart.” it’s intense, so honest. pulled right from your own thoughts. “i think about it all the time. even- even when i’m on stage, you-” he cuts off his own sentence with a delirious laugh against your cheek. “you make it so hard to stay tucked.” 

you think about it now, changbin backstage before a gig and worked up, having to adjust his tucked cock between his legs all because he had you on his mind. 

that’s when you cry out, arching your back and throwing your head back, reaching your hand frantically for changbin’s. you take his fingers in yours and slip them under the elastic of your panties so he can feel you bare and wet, silky and warm. changbin moans then and goes right back to work, dipping his fingers into the give of your hole to gather more wetness on his fingers to rub your clit with. 

“you have such a wet pussy…” he sighs. a little love struck, he’s moony and dazed over it. 

“y- you made it that way.” you don’t have much room to move your arm since you’re pressed so close to changbin’s thick body, but you reach down to skirt your fingers against the front of his boxers. his cock is hard, and it throbs when you wrap your hand around the girth over his boxers. “fuck, fuck, made me so wet.” 

his thick fingers dip down to your hole again and he pauses, tilting his head to look into your eyes in question. you nod frantically and lift your pelvis to tempt his digits inside so that he can get you ready for him. you won’t need much, your pussy is hungry for him, sucking his fingers right in when he presses inside. he dips in lightly at first, only going deeper when you start whimpering through every shaky breath. he loves the way your hips kick, the way your toes press against his ankle when you lift your hips in search of his touch. changbin lifts up on his elbow to watch your face just as he crooks his fingers. your eyes cross, your mouth drops open, and changbin sees it all. it embarrasses you, you’ve never been watched as intently as you are now; it makes your face heat up and and your eyes fight to close because he’s seeing so much. but most of all, you like it. you want to be watched, want to be seen and enjoyed to the fullest as long as it’s by him. 

you know what he’s reaching for, and he finds it easily. changbin leans in to kiss you gently as your thighs quake and quake, a slow press of lips that you break away from too quickly because you just can’t shut up, you can’t stop whining and moaning and wriggling in his arms because he makes you feel too good. 

your body curls further into him when he makes you cum. his arm wraps around you tighter, moving from your neck down to your back to hold you steady while he pistons his fingers. you’re drooling against his chest, the only reason your legs stay moderately open is because you throw your knee over his hip. his movement is more cramped this way, but he takes it in stride, keeps his palm flat to your clit and massages his fingers on that special spot until you’re squealing and jolting against him. 

changbin keeps his fingers snugly inside until you’re done throbbing around him. he’s gentle when he pulls out, rubs his two sticky fingers lightly over your hole to feel the gape of it, and his cock kicks in your slack grip. you can feel his smile against your temple when he brushes over your sensitive clit, his breathy laugh when your legs clamp shut. 

changbin starts shimmying to help you tug off his boxers. you’d giggle back at him if you weren’t so honed in on getting his cock out. you wrap yourself around him tighter when he kicks his boxers off, wrapping your arms around his neck and your leg higher around his waist so the warmth between your legs can rub against his cock. changbin hisses then, cups your ass in his rough hand and grinds forward. the leaking tip of his cock bumps your sticky clit repeatedly. you’re sensitive, but the good kind of sensitive. if he keeps rubbing you there you’ll cum again. 

“ah, they’re… kissing,” he breathes. his cock does kiss your clit, gets it wetter with his precum and makes you feel like you’re tingling all over. but you want it to kiss you inside instead, want him as deep as he’ll go. 

it almost kills you to roll away from him, but changbin doesn’t let you go far. you roll onto your back and pull him with you. he’s so strong and so densely packed with muscle that the only reason you get him moving is because he follows you without hesitation. 

“inside me. inside me, baby, please, i wanna get fucked,” you beg, and changbin groans, nodding his head. you caress the sides of his face, rub his shoulders, scratch his back. 

changbin reaches for his nightstand but you shake your head. he looks at you with wide open eyes. 

“are you sure? i’m clean, i promise, but are you sure?” 

you want to feel him. you want his cum spilling inside of you where it belongs with no barrier in between. 

“me too. i am too, i trust you. please? do you want it like that too?” 

he holds himself on his elbows above you. one of his thumbs brushes your cheek, caresses your hair. “i want everything you’re willing to give me, sweetheart.” 

it’s like time stands still as you feel changbin’s knuckles bump your belly. he’s reaching for his cock, grips it in a rough fist and jacks it to spread his precum. you’d love to watch, love to see him pleasure himself and make himself cum, but it’ll have to wait until another time. he presses his fat tip against your hole and your legs spread themselves so wide that the inside of your thighs burn. 

“let me in, sweetheart,” changbin breathes. he kisses your forehead, your nose, the pucker of your lips where they wait for him. “just let me in, show me how perfect you are. changbin will take care of the rest.” 

your body listens to him because of course it does. your core relaxes, your weight sags into the mattress so changbin can have you the way he wants to. his forehead presses to yours just as his thick head pops inside. your mouths drop open at the same time, just breathing heavily in each other’s space. changbin’s eyes are hooded, hooded and intense, and yours can barely stay open. 

the first thrust he gives you has your eyes closing on their own. your lashes flutter when she sheaths himself fully inside, so obsessively addicted to the stretch of his thick cock already that your nails claw themselves into his shoulders to pull him even closer. 

“oh, fuck,” he whimpers. you’ve never heard him sound like this. “this perfect pussy…” 

you’ve never had sex like this before. never in your life have you felt so viscerally connected to someone. you’d crawl under his skin if you could, snuggle beneath his organs because you just can’t get close enough no matter how much you pull and tug and arch. changbin’s arm snakes under your neck again, and the other cups your head. your legs are wrapped so tightly around his waist that you don’t know how he has room to thrust at all, but nothing on heaven or earth could pull you away from him. you wrap your own arm around his shoulders, clutch the small of his back with the opposite hand. 

you move with the force of his thrusts, body rocking as he rolls his hips to fuck you as deep as he can. you don’t go far because of the grip you have on each other though. it’s sweltering, you’re nearly sticking together. you’ve never felt better. 

“i feel so good!” you cry. “you- you f- fuck, feel so good in me! it’s never felt like this. baby, baby-baby, nobody’s ever- no one else…” you can’t even string together a full sentence, brain fucked right to sleep. 

“for me either,” he grunts anyway, like he understands you despite it. no one understands you better. “it’s never fucking felt like this. you’re so good for me, so beautiful. i’m the luckiest man alive.” 

changbin’s voice bounces as he fucks you, his hips picking up momentum and force and rutting you into the bed like he can’t help it. a part of you feels like it’s untethering when he pulls away, when he presses his palms to the bed on either side of your shoulders and snaps his hips so good that the sound of it is nearly deafening. you can’t focus on the loss for too long because changbin is too beautiful above you. his eyes are closed, so you get lost in taking him in. changbin’s cheeks are sweetly pink, his ears and neck match. sweat drips from his hairline and rolls down his face until it drips onto your bouncing tits, his plump bottom lip is caught between pearly teeth, his pecs bounce deliciously as his thighs smack against the backs of yours. changbin is the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen, he’s the best you’ve ever had. 

“fuck me, fuck me, fuck me- please don’t ever stop fucking me!” you cry. you hold his hips, nails biting the squishy skin there. “changbin, s-shit, ‘m cumming, b-baby, you’re gonna make me cum.” 

“please,” changbin begs. his eyes snap open just to flutter again when sweat drips into his lashes, but he shakes his head like a dog and doubles down. “please, let me get you there, sweetheart. let me make you cum. god, i love the way you say my name.” 

so you say it again and again and again, and even more after that. his hand dips between your sweaty bodies to rub at your clit. the look of pure concentration on his face nearly makes you cum on its own, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes locked on your pleasure stricken face. his thrusts stay steady and deep, fat cock carving your insides just on the right side of rough. 

your chin quivers and your head thrashes on the pillow. you’re restless with your need to cum, legs squeezing him tight and arms running over every inch of his skin you can reach. 

“i know, i know. i’ve got you. please cum for me, i’m right here.” he’s right here. he’s looking at you like you hung the stars in his sky. “listen to your body and cum, i’m gonna take you there.” 

of course you cum right then. you listen to your body because your body listens to changbin, cumming on his cock when he tells you to. you wail when you do, so loud that you cover the sound of changbin’s near-growl and the wet smack of heated skin. you throb through your orgasm and clutch him tightly, inside and out. 

“you too, please? please, inside me! cum inside me, changbin. changbin, bin. please. fucking- please!” 

he plasters himself to your front and ruts into your pliant body until he’s cumming with a high-pitched, shaky whimper. it’s the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard, already so addicted to the way he sounds, the way he fucks you. now that you’ve had it, you can never go without it, all too spoiled rotten. 

his arms quiver beside your head, and he rolls until you’re both laying on your sides again. you can feel him spilling out of you, oozing messily down your thighs and onto his messy bed. 

“give me a second to get up. i can’t feel my legs,” he says, and you giggle. 

you’re content to lay there for hours and watch each other with drooping, sleepy eyes. 

“oh my god,” you laugh. you poke the scar on his chin when he hums in confusion. “you really kept your word.” 

“i always keep my word. but what? what did i say?” 

you’re honestly surprised you remember it at all, so much of that night is a blur in your head. but you remember so much when it comes to changbin. 

“that night we met again. the first time i saw you performing in the bar, you told me that you wouldn’t put out until after a date. you really meant that shit, huh?” 

changbin giggles out a silly, high-pitched laugh, tucking his face into your heaving breasts and kissing the damp skin there. 

“hi, ladies!” you grin, sticking your head through one of the back rooms to see miss honey and changmi all dolled up. 

miss honey is grabbing changmi by the shoulders to try and keep her calm, but all changmi does is wiggle her shoulders and kick her legs goofily until the other queen gives up. changmi moonwalks in her heels, pops her breastplate until her boobs are jiggling ridiculously. 

“oh thank god! please! please, take my wife off my hands! maybe you can do something with her because i sure can’t!” 

changmi is hyper. she always gets hyper when she’s nervous, and tonight is a big night for the two queens before you. 

a christmas gig, one at a theater in a bigger city a few hours away from yours. it’s the biggest gig changmi has ever done, a venue with a whopping five hundred seats, with concessions and merch stands in the lobby. 

in the year since you’ve been together, changmi has only grown in popularity. she’s not as well-known as the ru girls, or even as some of the girls from bigger cities in the state, but it’s only a matter of time now. she continues walking the golden road to stardom, but she’s taken you with her, strolling hand in hand on your journey there. changbin’s sister is manning changmi’s merch booth, already sold out of the handmade friendship bracelet sets and working on selling out the autographed portrait prints. 

changmi rushes to you when you open the door wider, red pumps scuttling on the floor happily until she reaches you and pulls you into a jittery hug. 

she’s so fucking pretty. 

you picked out the wig she’s wearing, platinum blonde and pulled up in a tall, messy bun. sparkly tinsel holds the bun together, a glittery ornament and a bright red bow are wrapped up in it too. her blonde bangs cover her eyebrows and the corner pieces frame her face nicely. her makeup makes her look like the prettiest strawberry you’ve ever seen, green on her inner corners and lids and white shaded on and under her waterline as usual. her blush is red, and her freckles are as white as snow. her sweet, plump lips are colored ruby too. 

the coat she’ll go on stage in is knee length, red, and pleather, but that’s resting on the back of the vanity chair she’s left behind. you see her reveal outfit now, silk and short and rose red. the sleeves are long and flowy. the collar, sleeve ends, and the hem of her skirt are all ruffled with beautiful red lace. the dress is already lightly cinched in the middle, but she’s wearing her corset underneath anyway. her socks are white and lace, ruffled cutely at the top, and her pumps match the color of her dress. 

“mm, hi pretty girl,” you hum, looking her up and down. “are you my christmas present this year?”

changmi purrs like a cat. she’s about to answer you when miss honey gags from her station, blending the lace-front of her long, black wig. 

“stop distracting me! i’m not done getting ready, please go suck her dick in the bathroom or something,” she whines. 

changmi doesn’t wait another second before she lightly shoulders past you and grabs onto your hand, heels clacking on the creaky wooden floor angrily as she rushes to the nearest bathroom in the hallway. 

she pushes the door open and checks each of the stalls before walking backwards into one with a smirk. it’s not long before the look on your face matches hers, and you lock the stall behind you and drop to your knees. you’re wearing long pants and the floor is clean enough, but your focus hones in on the desperate girl before you. 

“oh, fuck, my-” changmi stomps her foot and her bun swishes against the wall of the stall. “there’s really no attractive way to do this… can you lift my skirt up?” 

you do as she asks, corseted belly and waist coming into view when you lift the skirt up high. changmi tugs her nude nylons down to her thighs, and the little panties she wears get stuck on top of them when she drops them too. 

where her cock would usually stand proud, it’s taped between her legs, leaving her smooth like a barbie. you can see the cut of the tape strip holding her back, and changmi reaches down to pull at the corner of it. her knees widen awkwardly when she reaches between her legs, and she pulls from the back after loosening the front. her cock snaps to attention like a weapon, throbbing and hard. 

“you must have needed me really bad, huh?” you smile, leaving one hand bunching her skirt up and bringing the other down to stroke her fat cock. 

changmi bunches the tape up and throws it haphazardly into the trash can by the toilet before bringing her hands to your hair. she doesn’t tug, doesn’t grip your roots, just cards her thick fingers through it gently. 

“fuck, you have no idea. i’m so worked up, i’m so- i’m so hard, gonna cum so fast. i feel like there are ants in my legs.” 

the first touch of your lips to her leaky tip has her knees wobbling. she tastes good, smells clean, and you breathe in deeply through your nose while you open your mouth to suck her inside. you look up at her through your lashes and see her already looking at you. 

she has to perform soon, so you pull out all the stops. 

changmi’s cock is so fat that she stretches your mouth to its limits, pulling at the thin sides and drying your lips when you suck. she likes when you lap your tongue at the base while you’ve got her down your throat, so you do, nose pressed right under the band of her corset and tongue wagging messily. a light squeeze to her balls has her lifting onto her tiptoes. you follow her, rising on your knees as tall as you can until she slowly lowers herself again. her heavy balls are tender and sensitive, and if you circle your fingers under them and tug them up, the tip of your tongue can brush against them too. 

“there, right there. i’m cumming, holy s-s-shit, eat it up, sweetheart, yeah, just like that…” 

she cums in your mouth, shoots pearly ropes right down your throat and into your belly. you lick your lips and she licks hers in response, pretty eyes drooping when she watches you kiss the tip of her cock again before unrolling the toilet paper and wiping her cock down and helping her pull up her panties and nylons.

changmi’s bambi legs lead you back to her dressing room where miss honey sits on her phone. 

“are you calm now?” she asks. 

“i have to tuck again,” changmi answers. 

miss honey cackles and you wink at her. you unlock your own phone to check the time. 

“hey, i’m gonna go sit baby.” 

changmi stops unrolling her medical tape and scurries over to you once more. “you’re gonna watch me, right?” 

you wouldn’t miss it for the world. she’s a star, the brightest in the galaxy. your very own north star, the one you always look to. she’s all you see anyway. 

“of course, my love.” the corner seat of the first row in the middle section has your name on it. 

“i’ll look for you,” she smiles. 

changmi places a kiss to your cheek before you shut the door, a bright red kiss mark decorates your burning cheek. you wear it proudly, lucky to have her in a way no one else can. 

the skin of your cheek tingles sweetly, like you can still feel her lips pressed there even after you take your seat. 

“ngh, sungie.. ’s too much!” you whine as his cherry lips wrap around your swollen clit for the nth time, sucking it into the warm confines of his inviting mouth like it’s the sweetest treat he’s had all day. even with the way your legs kick up at the spiking pleasure shooting through your core after the multiple orgasms you’ve had, he still continues his ministrations, too fucked out to think or budge away as his wet muscle swipes across your folds and dripping hole. it really was favourite pastime to eat you out.

“just a lil’ bit more, baby. please? ’s so good, i can’t stop.” he whimpers into you, pulling away momentarily so his big, brown, doe eyes can stare back into yours, wet eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his lip quivers. you bite your own at the sight in front of you, letting out a sigh because if he keeps looking at you like that, you fear you might let him get away with murder. “but ‘m sensitive.” you huff, looking down expectantly at the boy between your thighs in hopes he’d beg for you just a little more. to which jisung seems to catch your drift because once the words leave your mouth, he’s kicking up a fuss, puffing out his chest between choked complaints to resume his previous activity.

“i’ll make you feel so good, princess. wontcha’ let me?” he pleads. “love eating this cute little pussy, ’s the best thing i’ve ever tasted.” he licks his lips, heavy breathing filing the air as his eyes drift down to the mess in front of him. your essence coats the soft skin of your inner thighs, a mix of arousal and spit dripping onto the couch he’d gotten you laid back against when he stumbled through the front door, not even bothering with a greeting before spluttering out if he could go down on you right now. without warning, jisung laves a finger through your folds, drawing a yelp from you as he gathers the combined liquids of his own saliva and the remnants of your previous releases on his sole digit before popping it into his mouth. the taste has him moaning out with closed eyes like it’s truly the best thing he’d ever tasted, and that only causes you to clench around nothing as your clit throbs for further stimulation. 

“just one more time, i guess.” you mumble, unable to hide your own temptation as jisung flashes you the widest, most accomplished grin you’ve possibly ever seen him sport. it’s only a matter of mere seconds before he’s diving in once again, flat tongue back on you and meeting your hardened nub as you groan. “so fucking good. my girl has the best cunt ever.” he growls, continuing to lick and suck, alternating between drawing shapes on your clit and bunching your folds up with his fingers to suck them into his mouth. he continues mumbling phrases into your wetness that you can hardly make out, something about how he’ll never get enough of this and how there’s nothing as good as you out there. you think he’s exaggerating honestly, but with the way he’s so enthusiastically slurping at you, you reckon he might be telling the truth.

“fuck, sungie! w-wait!” you exclaim when he suddenly shoves two fingers inside of you, the pads of his digits rubbing against that rough spot deep inside of you, massaging it as if his life depends on it. you can feel the burn of what’s potentially your 3rd orgasm of the night creeping up on you, churning in your stomach as your boyfriend proceeds to brush the tips of his fingers against your wet walls all at the same time as he eats you out. 

“can’t. gotta make this cunt cum.” jisung grunts, pulling away to smack his lips so he can taste you better on his mouth before going back in. “you want that too, right baby? wanna cum for me? make a mess for your sungie?” your moans only egg him on further, fingers hammering inside you repeatedly combined with the suction of his mouth surrounding your engorged bundle of nerves. it doesn’t take very long after that for you to release, clear liquid spurting out of your tight hole against jisung’s fingers and mouth as you cry out in ecstasy. “shit, that’s it. cum for me, baby. keep squirtin’ f’me.” your boyfriend murmurs against you, continuing to lick at you as you shake through the duration and aftershocks of your orgasm, hands reaching out to grip his hair between them as you tug on it harshly.

“fuck..” you breathe out once you’ve come down from your high, laughing incredulously to yourself as jisung gives one last peck to your cunt. he pulls his fingers out slowly, admiring the way your hole clings to them before shoving them into his mouth, obscenely moaning at the taste of you coating his digits. you flush a dark pink at his reaction. “you do too much when it comes to my pussy, babe.” you grumble, visibly embarrassed whilst your boyfriend just chuckles, lifting himself away from his position between your legs to come up and press a sweet kiss to your lips. you kiss him back of course, nose scrunching up at the taste of yourself on his lips, but nothing compares to the feeling of jisung’s plush mouth on yours, so you bear with it.

“i can’t help it, baby.” jisung shrugs once he pulls away. “it’s not my fault that i’d have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner if i could.” there’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he speaks, and you meekly shove his shoulder at the teasing smile he gives you, suppressing your own when he burst out into melodious laughter that always fills your chest with warmth.

after all, han jisung is a lot of things, but the best one of them all is definitely the fact that he's your precious boyfriend, the type who will always fall to his knees for you whenever you desire.

. . .

“You smell good,” he remarks, earning a half-smile from you, who leans back into his skillful touch. His kisses don’t cease, working down the base of your neck until he’s nibbling at your collarbones now, hitched breaths swirling against your skin as he adjusts himself to be a little closer to you.

“You want to?” Felix then asks, and you smile again, already knowing he was going to ask by the methodical process he follows.

“I can’t,” you reply sheepishly, turning around to face him now. He takes your palms in his, bringing your knuckles up to press a chaste kiss against them.

“Why?” Felix asks against your fingers, continuing to roll them against his lips.

“I’m on my period,” you reply, cocking your head almost apologetically.

“I don’t mind,” Felix practically interrupts to say.

His eyebrows arch up in an almost pleading manner, and you observe the way he adjusts his position on the mattress for the dozenth time now, doing his best to conceal the hard-on beneath his flannel pajama pants.

“You’re not in the mood?” He then inquires, his tender kisses trailing up your wrist.

“It’s not that,” you reply, shifting your position beside him, too. Maybe it’s obvious to him that you are horny- just not enough to soak his freshly-washed sheets in blood.

“It’s- the blood,” you explain to him. “It’s only my second day, so it’s really heavy. It’ll just be messy, and difficult, and probably gross for you.”

Felix chuckles in response, his hands finding your waist now, as he interjects with a tender kiss to your lips now.

“I can still make you feel good,” Felix counters.

He hoists himself off the bed now, over to the little wooden nightstand to the left of you, and then he digs around the drawer briefly, before making his way over again.

You chuckle when you observe the bright pink object grasped between his fingers, already very familiar with the sight of it. A compact vibrator he purchased for you not long ago, usually put to good use when he’s away for long periods of time. He’s used it on you maybe twice since purchasing, both of you generally preferring to use his fingers, or his tongue, and especially his cock to pleasure you. But with the current circumstances, and a rhythmic ache still lingering between your legs, you’ll take what you can get.

Felix maintains an amused smile on his face when he instructs you to undress while he retrieves a towel from the bathroom. You’re a little reluctant to in his presence, never having presented yourself nude to Felix on your period like this. But when he assists in splaying the towel over the mattress, and then gestures for you to lie down, you’re reminded that Felix is- and always has been, nothing less than a gentleman during intimacy.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, hovering over your figure now and steadying himself up with one hand. You nod beneath him, reaching up to tuck a long strand of blonde hair behind his freckled ear. He responds with a sweet kiss to your pouted lips, and then he glances down between your bodies, as he starts up the vibrator.

The quiet buzz fills the silence of the room, and Felix brushes it lightly against your inner thigh as he leans in to kiss you properly now, his lips working against you eagerly. He does his best not to rut against you as he kisses you, his flannel pajama bottoms grazing your flesh as he lets the friction caress his erection. And then as his kisses trail to your neck, the vibrator trails to your clit. Felix smiles against your skin when he hears you audibly gasp at the sensation, the consistent vibrations sending shivers up your spine as you spread a little further for him. He alternates between holding it against your sensitive bud, and then gliding it back and forth, moving with such ease over the already lubricated area.

“Feel good?” Felix asks, though he can already guess your answer by the little moans you let out.

“So good,” you affirm, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his golden locks. “Will you press it harder?”

Felix does as he’s told, pushing the pink toy a little firmer against you, eliciting a groan from between your drooly lips.

“Harder, baby,” you challenge.

Felix furrows his brows, now, glancing down between you at the toy. It’s coated in a sheen layer of crimson, also present on the tips of his fingers now. The sight isn’t jarring to Felix at all, who knew very well this is what the act would entail. But the toy seems to sound quieter than before, and for a brief moment, he wonders if he’s broken it.

“What is it?” You ask him, bucking your hips away from his hand.

You sit up to glance at the toy too, quickly embarrassed at the sight of your period blood coating the bright pink silicone.

“Oh my god,” you remark in a shaky voice. “I told you it’d be messy. I’ll clean it, could you just get me a towel-”

“It’s not that,” Felix says with a chuckle. He brings the toy up to eye-level, rotating it around in his grasp and frowning slightly. “I think it’s… dying, or something.”

At this, you watch him bring it up to his ear, where he attempts to get a better listen at the vibration. Like he’d predicted, the vibrator sounds much quieter now, hardly emitting any noise, as the vibration is nearly nonexistent in his touch. He flips it off, and then on again, being met with the same weak rhythm. And then he does it twice more, before the toy stops working altogether.

“When was the last time you charged it?” Felix asks, sitting up to glance around the room for the charger.

“I dunno,” you reply, steadying your upper body with two hands as you observe his movements. You groan when he departs from you entirely, making his way to the nightstand, where he now fishes around the drawer for a charger, coming up with nothing,

“Did you take it with you anywhere?” He asks, scratching the back of his head in a confused manner. “I don’t even see the charger here.”

“Forget the charger,” you chime in from the bed, pressing your upper thighs together for some sense or relief. Felix wraps the toy in a tissue, placing it carefully on the nightstand, before shooting you an amused smile.

“You sound a little eager there,” he teases, making his way back toward you. “If only there was something we could do about it.”

You groan at his teasing, throwing your head back in annoyance at the pressing ache between your legs.

“We don’t have any others?” You ask him, though you already know the answer.

“Not unless there are any I don’t know about.”

He watches you squirm helplessly atop the towel, your eyes shutting frustratedly as you can only fantasize about the feeling of when the toy was doing its job properly, sending delicious vibrations along your aching clit and assisting you in reaching your high.

“Too bad there’s no one here to help you,” Felix teases again.

You open your eyes again to the sight of Felix much closer now, his hand palming over the erection beneath his pajama pants. He’s even harder than he was before, and between that, and the cocky smile he wears on his face, you can tell what he’s getting at.

“It’s going to be even messier than the toy,” you explain to him. “I don’t know that you’ll be into it.”

“There’s nothing about a little blood I can’t handle,” Felix counters. He hoists himself on the bed once more, hovering over your body again, before burying his face in the crook of your neck. And then before you can give an answer, he’s pulling back again, preparing to leave the mattress again.

“You’re right,” he says plainly. “Too messy. Oh, well.”

“Wait!” you blurt out instinctively, and he meets your gaze again with a surprised look.

“I mean…” you begin to say, embarrassed at your very clear desperation. “We could… try, maybe.”

Felix leans in again to graze his lips over yours, not yet kissing you, as he tugs his own pants down over his erection.

“Ask for it,” Felix commands.

“Please,” you beg, squirming beneath him when you take notice of the fact that he’s not wearing any boxers under his flannel bottoms. “Please, that stupid toy got me so worked up.”

“I’m sure it did,” Felix replies, his hands caressing the sides of your waist as he positions himself over you. He keeps a steady grip on the base of his cock, angling his tip so that it’s just grazing over your soaking entrance, and then he pauses his actions again before speaking.

“Look at you, all hot and bothered for me,” Felix muses with a smile. He rubs his thumb back and forth along your flesh soothingly, and then he bucks his hips forward as he leans in to kiss you, slipping inside of you with complete ease.

It’s almost unbelievable how well you take him, not having to adjust your position even slightly for him to bottom out inside of you. His tip kisses your cervix almost instantaneously, and you’re letting out a fervent moan at the contact, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in even closer to you.

“Just like that,” you say breathlessly, and Felix bites his tongue from remarking that he hasn’t even begun to move yet.

Yet when he does begin to, pulling back and then thrusting forward with the slightest movement, a heavy groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching once at the sensation. Felix has fucked you dozens of times- but he’s not sure he’s ever felt you so tight- and wet, for him. The entirety of his girth is enwreathed in your warmth as he fucks the crimson deeper into you, completely high off the feeling of you gushing around his length. It’s like he’s fucking you for the first time all over again, and Felix can’t help but quicken his pace when he feels you dig your nails into his bare back.

“Feels so good,” you groan up at him, attempting to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. It’s less of a kiss, and more of you panting breathlessly against his parted lips, as he continues to fuck you at a rhythmic pace now.

“Yeah?” Felix inquires, his tongue swirling around yours as he moves a little faster inside of you. “You like when I make you beg for it? So horny when you’re on your period for me, baby. So fucking wet.”

He groans at his own speech, a string of drool dribbling from his lips onto yours, mirroring the blood that dribbles between your upper thighs and onto him. He couldn’t care less about this mess being a product of your menstruation- in fact, he’s pretty sure it’s ten times more arousing when you’re allowing yourself to be this vulnerable around him.

Felix’s groans transition to an orchestra of high-pitched gasps now, as he fucks you even faster, the sound of his hips smacking eagerly against yours and accompanying the lewd sloshing from between your tangled bodies. He can hardly form a coherent sentence by this point, muttering a string of “fuck” and “baby” as he shuts his eyes in pure bliss. And then his breath hitches in the back of his throat as he feels you clench desperately around him.

“Cum for me,” Felix orders breathlessly. “Make a mess for me, baby, yeah? Fuck, I wanna see you cum for me so bad.”

It hardly sounds like the familiar low pitch of Felix’s voice when he’s whimpering commands like this, but it’s somehow even more arousing to see that he’s so lost in pleasure, he barely even sounds like the Felix you know.

“Cum for me,” Felix says again.

And when you open your eyes to observe the arch of his eyebrows, and his pink parted lips as he continues to thrust into your sopping pussy, you finally do, a gush of blood and arousal coating his cock in a slick mess.

Felix lets out a guttural moan when you do- one you’ve never heard before, as he slows his movements inside of you. And then as he relishes in the sensation of your fluids trickling down onto the bed sheets below him, and his cock practically sloshing in your wetness, Felix reaches his orgasm, letting out a series of whimpers when he empties himself inside of you.

One glance between your bodies is enough to gauge the mess you’ve both made- the towel is damp with spots of sweat, and cum and blood alike. And yet all Felix can do is smile when he finally pulls out again, rolling onto his side and catching his breath for a moment.

“Feel better?” He asks, his fingertips brushing against yours tenderly.

“Much,” is all you can say back, shooting him a satisfied grin as your chest rises and falls.

When Felix sits up again, he tucks a piece of blonde hair behind his ear, furrowing his brows at the desk across the room.

“The charger,” he says simply. “It’s there, by the lamp.”

“Forget the charger,” you interject.

He turns to face you again, his lips pulling into a smile as he watches you shut your eyes once more.

“If a little blood doesn’t bother you, then I prefer this to the vibrator on any day of my period.”

You, Minho and Jisung were usually good at keeping your loudest sexual escapades private, mostly staying at your apartment and not at the dorm, or at least not going too crazy when everyone was home. But, it turns out that sometimes hotel room walls are thin and the room next to yours is not inhabited by a stranger, like you thought.

And that’s how Felix heard you have sex for the first time.

Though, if he’s honest, it’s far from the first time he’s thought about it. Felix calls himself a slut on a daily basis, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows he’s pretty, he sees people’s reaction when he opens his mouth, and his deep voice contrasts with his pixie-like features. He can tell what it does to people, and he loves taking advantage of it by flirting like his life depends on it, whether that’s with strangers or even with his own members. And it’s not like he doesn’t mean it, he’d probably fuck any of them, given the chance; And besides, the flirting amuses him – the thrill of one of them possibly giving in one day making a delicious heat settle in his stomach.

Except for Jisung, his slutty partner in crime, who he had drunkenly swapped spit with before, his favourite member to flirt with had always, always been Minho. Minho with his broad shoulders, his thick thighs, his protective yet domineering manners. It didn’t help that he was drop-dead gorgeous and had a habit of smirking at Felix in a way that made his brain fuzzy. He would drop to his knees for him in a heartbeat, if he so much as implied it.

But it had always been Minho and Jisung, and then it was Minho, Jisung and you. And all Felix’s most private hopes were dashed, until he overheard Hyunjin speak to Jeongin, about how you had fucked him stupid in LA with Jisung watching.

Felix could hardly believe his ears until he observed you and Hyunjin talk a few days later, watched your smiles and long eye contact, how Hyunjin touched your waist as he passed you in the narrow kitchen – it all felt a little too easily casual, especially because Jisung and Minho were standing right next to you.

That one fateful night, he was relaxing on his hotel bed, watching a drama on his iPad. There was some thumping and giggling next door, but he didn’t think much of it; until a moan rang out that sounded suspiciously like Jisung.

Felix lowered the volume of his drama just a little bit, holding his breath. There was a loud slap and then, undoubtedly, it was Jisung whimpering.

Felix reluctantly turned his drama back up a few notches, but he would’ve been lying if he said one of his ears wasn’t trained on the noises next door. He had thought about the three of you before, had wondered about your dynamics, whether Jisung was as much of a bottom as he seemed, whether Minho bossed you two around or if you and Minho, two of the most gorgeous people Felix had ever seen, both topped Jisung. Felix would have to be very drunk to admit it, but when he thinks about the latter for too long, it gets him so hard he has to take care of himself.

It didn’t take long before Felix no longer had to strain his ears to hear what was happening on the other side of the wall, though for the longest time, all he could hear was Jisung; his whines, whimpers and the occasional teary plea, were ringing through the room. He sounded pretty.

Then there was a different voice, your voice, spewing out curses before moaning out loudly, followed by a growl that Felix knew had to be Minho.

The bed squeaked, and a low voice muttered something Felix couldn’t make out, drowned out by your choked moans and Jisung’s breathy whines and the drama that Felix hadn’t been paying attention to for the last 10 minutes.

He finally gave in and pressed pause, and now … now he could hear everything.

“Look at you two, babies, fucked each other stupid but are too desperate to get each other off. Come on, princess, help me take care of our little slutty boy.”

Felix froze, staring at the wall dividing him from the action, his dick twitching in his pants.

“Stop whining, baby boy,” Minho spat out, and Felix felt the words go straight to his dick. “Put that mouth to good use and suck”

He heard Jisung say something, but then another loud smack rang through the room, followed by a choked moan from Jisung that makes Felix fully hard, wincing as his chest starts burning with need.

He tried to hold out as the sounds got louder, balling his fists as he listened to the bed frame slam against the wall, trying to stop his hips from twitching as your desperate moans grew in pitch. And he did well – until Minho started spewing out the most degrading filth Felix had ever heard, and he didn’t even bother readjusting himself on his bed, just shoved his sweats and boxers down and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking himself off desperately to the rhythm of the headboard slamming into the wall.

He came at the same time you did, his free hand wound around his own neck tightly, a shudder racking down his spine. It was the best orgasm he’d had in a while, and it’s then that he made up his mind that he would be the next person to be invited to your guys’ bedroom if it killed him.

He thought about it until he fell asleep that night. He had heard enough of Hyunjin’s story to know that it all started with you flirting with him at an afterparty, before he took you and Jisung back to his room, and you fucked each other’s brains out while Jisung watched from a chair. And God, what a picture that was, not just because the thought of Hyunjin’s naked body made him salivate any day, but also because Felix knew he could take more, that he wanted more than that – he wanted all three of you, one after another, all at the same time, he didn’t care which way. How to what he wanted? He was pretty sure that if he played his cards right, the best way was through Minho – he just needed to show him how good and how pretty he could be for him.

The next morning, Felix made it a point to exit his room at the same time as you, Minho, and Jisung. Jisung’s eyes widened almost comically when he saw Felix, a pretty little blush spreading across his cheek, but Felix just gave them a cheeky smirk, letting his eyes linger on Minho a second longer before sauntering down the hallway to the elevator.

And all that week he laid it on a little thicker, batting his lashes at Minho more often than usual, wiggling his ass in his tight leather stage trousers when he knew Minho was looking, and even pretending to kiss Jisung again on the Skz Talker episode, adding to the collection of ‘Jilix’ moments he knew were floating around the internet. But he kept the best for last, and he knew it was working when he saw all three of you stare at him across the VIP section of the club.

“I think I want this one,” Minho breathes out, and you and Jisung follow his gaze across the room until they fall on Felix.

You let your eyes drag up Felix’s body. He’s dressed in his usual thick boots, tucked into which are tight black jeans that stretch perfectly across his long, toned legs, making them look endless. They’re especially tight around his ass and crotch in a way that has you do a double take to figure out exactly what you’re looking at. Tucked into his tight jeans is a flowy black shirt, almost a blouse, that exposes a deep V of milky skin. His blonde hair is half tied up and there are copious amounts of blush on his cheeks, making him look the picture of a fairy prince.

But the thing that had Minho’s mouth go dry was what sat on his neck – there, worn casually like it could just be a part of the stylist’s vision, is a subtle black collar, complete with a metal heart in the middle.

He distantly hears Jisung next to him breathe out a chuckle.

“Oh, it all makes sense now” he murmurs out, giving Minho a pointed look. You blink at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“Felix has been flirting with Minho all week,” Jisung explains and giggles, “More so than usual. Even tried to kiss me on camera. He only does that when he’s feeling extra bold.”

It takes you a second to figure it out, but then heat floods your body. Felix wanted Minho. It’s an odd sensation, the jealousy, and arousal that blooms in your chest, and you think this is how Minho and Jisung must’ve felt when you slept with Hyunjin and Jeongin. It was oddly intoxicating.

“One of the boys must’ve blabbed,” you mumble out, chuckling slightly and shaking your head. It’s not that you mind, if anything it makes this little game the three of you are playing … easier.

Your train of thought is cut off when Felix peels himself away from who he’s talking to, swaggering over to you with a flirty smirk on his lips. God, you want to slap his pretty face. Or kiss it. Or both.

He comes to stand next to Jisung, taking a long sip from his drink as he lets his eyes drag over your body. Oh, he’s bold.

“Hey guys, you look … very good tonight,” he rasps out, his voice deep and gravelly. He looks up at the three of you in turn through his pretty dark lashes, the blush on his cheeks deepening slightly. Jisung slings an arm around his shoulders.

“You look good, too, Yongbok, love the accessories,” Jisung says casually, a little smile on his lips as he takes his time studying the collar of Felix’s neck. “Picked them yourself?”

Felix turns his head to Jisung, his head inches away from his, eyes briefly flickering to Jisung’s lips before looking back into his eyes and nodding, humming out an affirmative.

At that moment, Changbin yells Felix’s name and gestures him over to a table where he’s sitting, and Felix sighs a little mournfully.

“Well, I’m needed elsewhere. Hope I’ll see you around later,” he purrs out, all smiles and big, innocent eyes, before he walks off.

“Fuck,” you whisper out as soon as he’s out of earshot, linking your arm with Minho’s. “The boy’s on a mission tonight.”

Minho just nods and Jisung chuckles, mumbling, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.”

“And he’s especially pretty tonight,” you murmur out, earning a wink from Jisung.

You look up at Minho, trying to read his expression, but he has schooled his face into a perfect poker face.

“Earth to Minho, wanna let us know how you’re feeling?” Minho blinks down at you, face still mostly neutral, but there’s turmoil in his big, dark eyes.

“I … I don’t know. For the first time, I … I want this, but,” he hesitates as he looks down at you and then at Jisung. “I know how you two feel.”

You swallow and exchange a look with Jisung. Minho is referring to the conversation you three had had late one night, the night when Jisung admitted how much he liked the idea of inviting other people into bed with you, of watching you fuck other people. It was a long, honest conversation, one where you were setting the terms for how this would work, should the opportunity ever present itself.

Minho had said back then that he was into the idea of sharing you and getting to watch, maybe even calling the shots, but he wasn’t interested in fucking anyone else. You at first didn’t want to admit it, but his assertion had filled you with relief. You weren’t sure why the thought of you with someone else was hot, why the thought of Jisung with someone else was hot as well, but the thought of Minho with someone else made you feel … well, jealous, scared, possessive, deep in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t say anything, but it must’ve shown in your face because Minho had gently turned your face to his, asking you what was wrong.

You had told him in a small voice, reassuring him that you knew it was unfair, that it felt weird to be fine with it but not for him to do it, but he had reassured you. Only then did Jisung admit to feeling the same way, sheepishly, boyish blush all over his cheeks. Minho had cuddled you two into his chest, where you stayed for a few minutes in silence. Surprisingly, it had been Jisung who had made the great point it might be because of Minho’s unique role in your (sexual) relationship – one of a protector and a dominant, the one with the level head when you and Jisung got in over your head, which you tended to do.

You didn’t discuss it all through, since Minho had reassured you that he wasn’t interested in engaging with it anyway, and it hadn’t come up, not with Hyunjin, not with Jeongin. But now you were faced with it, in the middle of this club.

You take a second to imagine it, cautiously letting your mind wander, imagining Minho’s demanding lips on Felix’s, his strong hands touching Felix the way he touched you, and it does make jealousy flare up, but it also sends an unexpected but familiar heat down your spine. You just know Felix would look so pretty on his knees, his face all flushed, the collar still around his throat …

You look at Jisung, and you’ve never been more grateful for your almost telepathic bond because you immediately see that he, too, doesn’t entirely hate the idea of this happening.

“I think we should try it,” you say carefully, eyes on Jisung until the latter nods, then looking at Minho, who blinks down at you and Jisung, visibly surprised.

“Huh? Are you sure?” he asks gently.

“As long as we can be … involved, I think it should be okay,” Jisung says, and you nod, adding “and lots of aftercare.”

Minho hums and looks from one of you to the other, eyes full of affection.

“You’re both involved. Lots of aftercare. Anything else?”

He asks it so tenderly you cuddle closer into his arm. Jisung takes Minho’s other hand, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I just want to get to kiss him, too, he’s so pretty,” you hum out and giggle, giving Minho a smirk.

“Oh, I’m happy to share him with you, princess, if you’re anything like you are with Ji sometimes, he’ll be begging for you in no time,” he smirks and presses a kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam of your lips.

Jisung on Minho’s other side huffs out an undignified scoff.

“No way is Lix getting both of you,” he pouts, and you giggle, patting his cheek, letting your thumb briefly rest on his plump bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, baby, you know we always take good care of you.”

You say it with a smirk, but Jisung still licks his lips, eyes a little hazy as he presses further into Minho.

“You better, or I will throw the biggest tantrum ever,” he pouts again.

And just like that, it’s settled, and Felix doesn’t even know how lucky he’s about to get.

You don’t see Felix again until an hour and a half later. All three of you are on your fourth glass from the magnum champagne bottle the club provided, tipsy and horny in the back of the VIP section. You’re perched on Minho’s lap, his hands on your ass and mouth on your neck while you’re making out with Jisung, who’s already whining into your mouth. You thank the universe for private clubs and private VIP sections.

Suddenly, you feel eyes on you and when you pull back from Jisung and turn around, you make eye contact with Felix, who is staring straight at the three of you with his lips slightly parted. He blushes when your eyes meet, but he doesn’t look away, keeping steady eye contact with you as you smile and crook your finger at him to come over.

You climb off Minho, scooting over to make space for Felix right in between you. He hesitates only for a second before plopping down between you.

Minho’s one arm is casually thrown over the back of the sofa behind Felix, the other rests around Jisung’s shoulders, who is leaning over Minho’s lap to eye up Felix almost curiously. You fold your legs underneath yourself as you turn your entire body to Felix. He looks a lot less bold now, wedged in between you with three pairs of eyes on him. His gaze darts from one of you to the other, a dark blush creeping over his cheeks.

Minho gives Jisung one last look, threading his hand soothingly into the hair on the back of his head, as he locks eyes with Felix. He gives him a smoulder that takes your breath away and makes Felix fidget where he’s sitting.

“I don’t think I’ve expressed how much I like your choice of accessories tonight,” Minho purrs out, and you watch Felix’s eyelashes flutter. You can’t help but smirk. You knew all too well how irresistible Minho was when he gave you all his attention.

“Yeah?” Felix breathes out, eyes glazed over slightly as he stares back at Minho. “What do you like about it?”

Minho chuckles, moving his hand from Jisung’s hair until it’s hovering close to Felix’s throat. Felix is barely breathing at this point, staring at Minho with parted lips. Minho taps one finger gently against Felix’s chin, before letting it trail down his throat until he reaches the collar. His touches are soft until he hooks his finger into the metal heart in the middle, and Felix lurches forward, choking down a groan.

Minho just chuckles again and raises an eyebrow at him. Felix flushes immediately.

“You shouldn’t wear something like this if you can’t handle the consequences, little boy,” Minho chides Felix, and Felix’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

“I … I can handle it,” he stutters out, hands digging into his thighs.

You had been watching the exchange with bated breath, absolutely mesmerised by your boyfriend wrapping Felix around his finger with no effort at all. Was it this hot when he did the same to you?

You look over at Jisung, who seems almost entirely gone, slack-jawed, rubbing his legs together as he stares at Minho and Felix. But tonight you’re not content with just watching.

You take advantage of Felix’s attention being almost entirely on Minho and lean over until your breath ghosts over Felix’s ear. You rest a gentle hand on his lithe waist.

“Are you sure, pretty boy? Wanna tell us exactly what you want?” you murmur into his ear, and he responds immediately, his body leaning back, trying to touch yours.

“I want all of it,” Felix breathes out, leaning into where your hand is ghosting over his body. “All of you. I can take it, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Minho nods and pats his cheek approvingly.

“Good boy. How about we take this conversation back to the hotel?”

Felix nods frantically and shoots to his feet.

As the four of you make your way out of the club, Felix’s gaze catches on Hyunjin, whose eyes are burning into his. But he doesn’t have the time to think about it too much before the four of you pile into a taxi, Jisung and you on either side of him, Minho in the front seat.

Minho starts chatting to the driver and Felix thinks he might get a second to compose himself, but that goes out the window when Jisung grabs his face and smashes his lips onto his.

Jisung’s lips are wet and soft but demanding, his tongue slipping in and out of Felix’s mouth in a way that makes Felix’s head spin.

“Hey bestie, we’ve been here before,” Jisung giggles between kisses, his hands exploring Felix’s shoulders and chest, fingers gripping the soft fabric of his shirt.

Felix almost forgets where he is until there is a different, smaller hand on his thigh, and he gasps into Jisung’s mouth. He hears you giggle as you drag your hand further and further up his thigh, until your fingers are ever so slightly brushing against his bulge. In the front seat, Minho is still chatting to the driver and Felix is trying his best not to moan when your hand comes to rub him through his jeans.

He’s already so overwhelmed by how good you and Jisung’s hands feel on him over his clothes, and he wonders briefly if he really can take all three of you without losing his mind.

When you arrive at the hotel, he scrambles out of the car, so hard in his jeans that he has trouble remembering his room number. But turns out he doesn’t have to because Minho guides him in through the doors and all the way into the elevator with his hands on his hips.

Somehow they make it into Minho’s room where Jisung throws himself down on one of the two big queen beds, kicking his shoes off and leaning back onto his arms, surveying the scene in front of him with a lazy grin.

Felix is standing in the middle of the room, suddenly feeling awkward in the presence of all three of you, but then Minho speaks up from where he’s leaning against the wall behind him, you tucked into his side.

“Right. If you ever want to stop, you say it and we stop and pretend this never happened,” he says calmly. “If you are good to keep going you say green, if you want to slow down, you say yellow, if you want to stop you say red.”

Felix nods at him and you unwind yourself from Minho’s side, walking over to Felix, coming to stand in front of him. Felix’s heart is in his throat.

“Hi,” you mumble sweetly, but your eyes are full of dark mischief. “We haven’t talked much yet, but I think you’re very pretty and I’d love to kiss you.”

Felix blushes at that, looking over at Minho before you place your soft hands on his face and turn him back to you, pressing your lips to his in a dizzying kiss. It’s exploratory, but much like Jisung, you know what you want. Your fingers find the loops of Felix’s jeans and grind him into you and when his lips part to gasp out, you slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands come to hold your body against his desperately.

It’s not as dirty as when you kiss Jisung, but Felix is pliant, letting you use his mouth however you please, body beautifully responsive to your ministrations. In a sudden surge of confidence, you wind your hand into Felix’s hair and rip him away from your mouth.

He stares at you starry-eyed, pupils blown, his lips still parted, and your spit slicked around his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out. “I want you to spit in my mouth.”

You reward him with a smirk and Jisung giggles behind you.

“Another boy in love with your candy mouth, baby,” Jisung sighs out, but his giggle dies in his throat when Minho makes his way over to you and comes to stand behind Felix. Minho looks into your eyes, as if to check that you’re still fine with it all, and when you smile at him, he gently places his hands on Felix’s waist.

Felix’s eyelids flutter immediately, and he nearly stops breathing when Minho gently tugs his shirt from his jeans, slipping his hands under the fabric and letting them run over Felix’s heated skin.

“Before we start,” Minho asks without stopping the movement of his hands, letting his breath hit Felix’s neck when he speaks, “we usually fuck quite … hard. I’m gonna name some things and you can let me know if any of those things are a No for you, okay?”

Felix nods.

“I need to hear you say it, baby boy,” Minho murmurs right into Felix’s ear, and Felix’s whole body shudders.

“Yes, … hmm yes, sir,” he mumbles out, instinctively leaning back into Minho’s hands. You can see Minho blink and swallow hard, and you can tell he loves how obedient Felix is.

“Ah, I don’t have to ask about that, then,” Minho chuckles. “What about edging? Overstimulation? Spanking?”

Minho’s hands are still gliding all over his body, his breath fanning over Felix’s neck. You gently bring up your fingers and start undoing the buttons of Felix’s shirt, until it falls open, exposing his toned abs and slim waist.

“Spit? Praise? Choking?”

Felix starts fidgeting more and more, rubbing his crotch into where he’s still pressed against you.

“Degradation?”

“Oh god, please,” he whines out desperately, his voice slipping into a higher register already.

“Not much you’re not into, huh,” Minho observes, and Felix nods eagerly.

“I’ll do anything, I’ll be good, just please touch me, I’m so hard,” Felix rasps out, blinking hard, clearly trying to keep his composure.

“Slutty little boy,” you whisper and Felix keens. He surges forward, trying to connect his lips to yours, but Minho wraps his hand around his throat and pulls him back into his chest. Felix moans loudly.

Suddenly, you feel Jisung’s body behind you, pawing at your waist as he presses his hard bulge into your ass.

“You said Felix wouldn’t be getting all the attention,” he whines with a pout, and Minho chuckles, hand still wound around Felix’s neck loosely.

“He’s our guest, Ji, so you better be welcoming,” he chides and you feel Jisung huff out behind you. “But if you’re good now, you’ll get rewarded later.”

Jisung huffs out again, but you weave your fingers into his and bring his hands to your tits. Jisung wastes no time, kneading them, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress and your bra.

Minho glances at the two of you questioningly one last time and you nod at him. Jisung follows, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Minho turns Felix’s head to the side, making eye contact with the boy, before he kisses him hard.

You suck in a breath at the view. Minho kisses Felix like he always kissed – controlled, demanding and precise – and Felix leans into it, happily taking whatever Minho was willing to give him, his hand gripping at Minho’s arm helplessly, the other one blindly grabbing behind him, trying to hold on to something. It’s … hot ….

Jisung behind you seems to agree as he moans out quietly, hands skating all over your waist, rutting his hard bulge into your ass.

“Touch me, kiss me,” he whispers in your ear, his voice mirroring the desperate arousal burning in your belly, and you turn around, smashing your lips into his.

Kissing Jisung is your favourite thing on any given day, but nothing compares to the wet hot eagerness of his kisses when he's riled up like this. His fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head to the side, allowing him to lick deeper and deeper into your mouth. He whines desperately when your hands find the buttons of his shirt, fingering them open until you can push it off his shoulders. The cool air hitting his skin makes his whole body shiver under your hands and he growls into your mouth. You can tell he’s about to start devouring you, so put your hand on his smooth honey chest and push him back. He whines out at the loss of contact, pouting at you with spit slick lips. God, you loved him so much.

“We need to take care of Lixie, Ji,” you murmur soothingly, though you’re also trying to catch your breath, ignoring the pulsing heat between your legs. He always got you like this, so hazy and desperate that you could barely think straight. But it was mutual, the two of you getting each other so stupid until he was ripping your clothes off, fucking you on any available surface, fingers digging into your skin like he wanted to crawl inside of you. It was Minho who would keep you guys in line, keeping a level head when you got like this.

But today you know you want to make the most of the pliant boy you had brought in, the thought of being on top of the situation with Minho giving you a heady high already, and you hadn’t even started yet.

When you look over, Minho’s already staring at you, his dark eyes swimming with arousal and pride. Felix is looking at the two of you with wide eyes, fascinated with the scene in front of him. You turn your attention back to him, giving him a lazy smile as you gently smooth your hands over his chest and up his shoulders, until you can push the shirt off his shoulders, too.

“Help me with my dress, Ji?” you sweetly ask and blink up at Jisung, who immediately springs into action, leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as he slides the zipper of your dress down your back. Felix’s gaze races across your exposed body as soon as the dress slips to the floor before meeting your eyes with a blush.

“Can I undress you, Lixie?” You murmur and he just nods frantically, watching as you take a step closer to him and start undoing his belt, pushing his tight jeans down his thighs.

In the meantime, Minho drags Jisung to him, pulling him into a searing kiss. Jisung whines into Minho’s mouth as his body melts into his, clumsily undressing Minho. Felix’s brain is already foggy and for a moment, all he can do is watch Jisung and Minho make out, fascinated with Minho’s large hands on Jisung’s waist, the way he’s nipping at Jisung’s lower lip as Jisung undoes his pants and rubs his hand over Minho’s bulge.

But then you let your fingers dance over Felix’s lower abdomen, and his head snaps over to you. You cup him through his boxers and his lips open in a gasp that you swallow with a kiss, as you teasingly work your fingers into his waistband and push his boxers down. Once he is entirely bare, you break away from his eager lips and look down. He’s pretty, not the longest, but a nice length and girth that you know would fill you up just right. He looks like he’s begging to be touched, the tip all red and angry and leaking.

You hum in approval, letting one finger drag along the underside of Felix’s dick, and he whines. But you don’t give him any more, instead pushing him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he falls down unceremoniously. You straddle his waist and he whines when his dick brushes against your soft thigh.

“Can I touch you? Please?” He’s staring at you so pleadingly that you smile at him.

“Good boy, asking for permission,” you purr and let your nails drag down his pecs slightly. “You may.”

It doesn’t take him a second before his hand is in your hair and he’s pulling you into his lips with a groan. He kisses you like a man starved, hands all over you as he pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his hardness get trapped in between you and he whines at the friction. His lips travel down your jaw and to your throat, where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin until you’re whimpering. One of his hands finds your ass and he kneads it before letting his hand travel lower, his fingertips rubbing your core through your panties. You can’t help but keen at the touch, finding some relief in his gentle fingers.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Minho suddenly says from where he’s standing. His arm is firmly around Jisung, who’s sucking deep dark marks into Minho’s shoulder as Minho languidly strokes his dick.

“Join us, then,” you gasp out, grinding your hips down onto Felix’s fingers. Minho chuckles, removing his hands from Jisung, who stares up at him with glassy eyes.

Both you and Felix’s eyes are glued to Minho as he saunters over to the bed. He’s entirely naked, but he’s moving with the same confidence he always exhibits. He looks like a Greek God, broad, strong shoulders, gently tapered waist, thick thighs. His cock is hanging heavy between his legs, fully hard and leaking and it makes your mouth water. No matter how many times you see him naked, it takes your breath away every time.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” he scoffs out and you realise you and Felix had both just been staring at his body. Felix blushes, but you just roll your eyes.

“You love it.”

Minho hums and presses a kiss to your lips in passing, before he settles himself against the headboard. He looks at Felix and pats his lap.

“Come over here, little one,” he purrs out. “Back against my chest.”

You climb off Felix, whose eyes are still roaming all over Minho’s body, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. But somehow, on unstable hands and legs, he makes it to Minho, sitting down between his spread legs and gingerly leaning back.

Minho’s one hand starts gently stroking Felix’s arm while the other tips his head back so he can press his lips to Felix’s, licking into his mouth while his hands travel further and further south, until one of them wraps firmly around Felix’s dick.

Felix moans into his mouth, hips bucking into Minho’s hands as he finally gets the friction he’s been craving. Minho’s hand works skilfully and it’s making Felix dissolve into a twitching, moaning mess. But then he stops.

“Oh, oh no, please,” Felix whines out, hand pawing at Minho’s arm. Minho just chuckles at him again.

“Ji, baby, why don’t you come over and use your pretty mouth on our guest.”

Jisung, who had been standing where Minho left him, watching Minho and Felix, steadily stroking himself with his thumb in his mouth, nods eagerly and shuffles over to the bed, dropping to his knees readily.

He wastes no time and wraps his lips around Felix’s dick, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Felix moans. Minho still has Felix’s head turned towards himself, studying his face as Jisung pleasures him. You have to admit, Felix looks beautiful like that, all fucked out and pliable. Your hand creeps down and into your panties, dipping your fingers into the wetness that has been building for the last hours. You touch yourself gently, in the same rhythm that Jisung has set on Felix’s cock and it’s just enough to drive you a little bit mad.

“Ji, my darling, why don’t you prep this little boy so he’s ready to take my cock?” Minho asks sweetly, but demandingly, and Jisung whines before he pulls off and nods. He briefly gets up to grab the lube from the bedside table drawer before returning to the bed. Then he licks Felix’s cock one more time before he lets his nimble tongue run down Felix’s balls until it hits the tight ring of muscle.

Felix’s legs instinctively fall open, hips canting up to give Jisung better access, and Jisung takes the opportunity to push the tip of his tongue into Felix. He licks into Felix’s hole a few times before his lips come back to his dick, hands busy getting his fingers lubed up.

Felix is jelly in Minho’s arms, eyes rolled back into his head, legs spread, dick hard and leaking, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest.

When Jisung, with his tongue still swirling around Felix’s dick like it’s a lollipop, gently works a finger into Felix, the latter groans out so deeply and loudly you’re sure it’s audible three rooms down. But it’s so hot that you can’t care.

And it’s like Minho can read your mind when he coos out your name and crooks his finger to call you over. You pull your hands from your panties and crawl over to him on all fours, before he pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and demanding, but it’s also comforting – it feels like his reminder that he loves you, despite what he’s doing to Felix, and it makes your chest ache with how much you adore him. When Minho pulls back, he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips. He sucks the two fingers that were just inside of you into his mouth with a groan.

Felix’s eyes are glued to you.

“You really like watching us, huh?” you ask with a smirk, and Felix just nods, little pants falling from his lips as Jisung fucks him open on his fingers.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out, but he cuts himself off and swallows down a moan.

“Don’t hold back, little boy, you need to tell us if we’re making you feel good,” Minho purrs out, fingers trailing along the collar on Felix’s neck. “Do you like Jisungie’s mouth? He’s got a real talent, don’t you think?”

Felix nods frantically, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Mhm … feels so, so good … ‘m already so close,” he presses out and you can see Jisung preen with the praise, swirling his tongue around Felix’s head before sinking down on him entirely as a reward. His hand presumably working more steadily now, too, because Felix is cursing and moaning even more. Minho shakes his head and you slip your fingers back into your heat, biting back a moan when they sink in with no resistance. Minho’s attention is back on Felix and Jisung now.

“Don’t let him cum, Ji baby. He’ll be cumming on my cock tonight. Slutty little baby, so demanding but already fucked dumb, huh?”

Felix whines again and nods, hazy, pleading eyes staring into Minho’s.

“Doing so well, Ji, baby boy,” Minho mumbles out, pride evident in the way he looks down at Jisung.

Jisung whines out as he pops off Felix’s dick. “I won’t last if you keep praising me like that,” he pants, wide eyes locking with Minho’s. You giggle at how ruined he looks.

Jisung jokingly glares at you, but his expression falters when he sees you have your fingers buried in yourself. You let your fingers swipe through your slick, and the lewd sound of it makes Jisung whine out in desperation.

“Lix is ready, can I please eat Y/Nies pussy, pleaseeee,” he pouts up at Minho, his lube slicked hand sliding over his own dick now as he waits for Minho’s permission, eyes darting over to you impatiently.

You sink two fingers into you with a sigh, making sure Jisung can hear the loud squelch. He whines out, hand squeezing his cock hard. Minho shakes his head, his own hand coming down to Felix’s dick that Jisung so readily abandoned.

“I give you some praise and all of a sudden, you stop what I told you to do, touch yourself without asking and are even making demands,” Minho scoffs, but his voice is softer than usual. “I’ll have to fuck the brat out of you after this, won’t I?”

Jisung’s eyes light up, licking his lips eagerly as he nods.

“You can punish me all you like. But please, she’s so wet,” he adds pleadingly, smirking at Minho.

“Fine,” Minho growls out and Jisung immediately gets up and pounces on you, pushing you onto your back, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“Hey, my baby,” he mumbles in between kisses. He reaches behind you to undo your bra with one flick of his wrist, his devoted mouth never leaving yours.

You wind your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and sigh into him. “Hey, my love,” you whisper and he kisses you even harder. It feels almost too soon when he starts kissing from your mouth down your neck, nipping at one of your nipples, his sweet boba eyes looking up at you, before he slides down the rest of the way and slips your panties off your legs.

He presses one wet kiss to the inside of your thigh before he throws it over his shoulder and lets his pointer and middle finger swipe through your folds, parting them and then licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. You sigh out a moan, your head falling to the side to watch Minho and Felix as Jisung builds a beautiful rhythm, sucking your clit and licking into your entrance.

Felix had turned in Minho’s arms, hovering over him briefly before kissing him so deeply it sends jolts of electricity all through your body. Minho’s big hands are all racing over Felix’s body, and the desperation in his movements makes you clench around nothing. Jisung chuckles as he feels it, slipping two of his fingers inside of you with ease, the fulness of it ripping a moan from your chest.

Felix pulls away from Minho’s, kissing down his body, just like Jisung had just done to you. His kisses are less practiced and more eager, but Minho doesn’t seem to mind, his abs flexing in anticipation.

Felix takes his time ogling Minho’s cock, eyes wide as he runs his hands over Minho’s thick thighs, fingers digging into the muscles there.

“So big,” he mumbles, “don’t know if it’ll fit.” And then he suckles the tip of it between his plush lips, looking up at Minho with his big brown eyes. You can see how much it affects Minho by how his eyes flutter shut, his hand instinctively threading into Felix’s hair.

Jisung hums appreciatively between your legs when he sees Felix, but you’re almost too far gone to notice anything. Jisung knew you like the back of his hand and when he was unfocused, like he was now, he had the habit of unconsciously doing every single thing you loved all at the same time, instead of spacing it out, driving you to the brink of overstimulation.

“Ji, oh my god,” you whine out, embarrassingly loudly. Minho curses next to you, his eyes flicking from where Felix was blowing him like his life depended on it to where you were falling apart in Jisung’s mouth.

“You gonna cum in my mouth, baby?” Jisung mumbles out against your clit and you nod fervently. He angles his fingers upwards so he’s brushing against your g-spot, his lips wrapping around your clit and you feel the knot in your belly tighten and tighten. Minho beside you tries his best not to buck into Felix’s mouth, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind, taking Minho in his mouth all the way with every bob of his pretty head, satisfied hums rumbling out of his chest.

It’s too much, Jisung’s skilled tongue and Minho falling apart next to you and your orgasm builds fast before it finally takes over your body, white heat ripping through you, wanton whines and curses tumbling from your lips as Jisung rides you through it with a happy moan.

Next to you, Minho pulled Felix off his cock in a panic as you came, wrapping a tight fist around the base of his cock as, eyes screwed shut as he did everything in his power not to spill all over his hands. Felix watches him in awe, whispering out a quiet “fuck” when Minho finally blinks his eyes open, pupils blown entirely. Minho looks at him a little sheepishly, but there’s a fire in Felix’s eyes.

He crawls back up to Minho and places Minho’s hand on the collar that’s still around his throat. He chastely presses his lips against Minho’s once before he stares into his eyes.

“Please fuck me, sir, and fuck me hard, I need it,” he whispers out with this deep voice and Minho’s eyes sparkle as his hand tightens around Felix’s throat.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, and Felix climbs off him with an eager blush on his face.

After helping you ride out your orgasm, Jisung had crawled back up to you, kissing you gently as you came down, his body draped over yours. In your hazy state, it took you a second to realise that he was slowly rutting his hard cock into your heat, head slipping through your folds, now and then prodding at your entrance, little sighs falling from his lips.

“Ji,” you gasp out when he ruts into you so hard he nearly slips into you, pawing at his chest, half giggling, half panting with the need to be filled.

But suddenly, Jisung is pulled off you by his hair with a squeal, Minho’s hand wrapping around his jaw, mouth brushing over the shell of his ear.

“Enough brattiness for one night, from now on, you do what I say,” he spits out and Jisung whines but nods, as much as he can with the vice grip Minho has on his jaw. It doesn’t seem to satisfy Minho, a harsh slap landing on Jisung’s ass, making him yelp out.

“What was that?” Minho hisses.

“Yes, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want,” Jisung blubbers out, dick twitching where it hangs.

Minho nods and suddenly lets him go, making Jisung tumble forwards, catching himself next to you.

“On your back against the headboard,” he orders, and Jisung follows the order with an eager blush on his face. He settles back against the headboard and watches expectantly as Minho beckons you over to him.

You sit up and scoot over and he cups your jaw, pressing a dirty kiss onto your lips.

“Want to help me with this one, princess?,” Minho purrs out, and when you realise what he means, you can’t help but grin as you nod at him. “Let’s make him fall apart.”

You pull him in for a quick but dirty kiss before he nods for you to go over to Jisung.

Felix is patiently kneeling on the bed, cock hard and leaking, as he watches Minho put all the puzzle pieces into place. He watches you smirk at Jisung before you straddle him with your back to him, instead facing Felix, and sink down onto Jisung’s cock. The stretch is just right and you bite back a satisfied sigh, doing your best to focus on the task at hand.

Minho winds his fingers into the back of Felix’s collar and pulls him backwards until Felix is staring up at him. Felix swallows, Adams apple bobbing violently.

“You’re about to get what you’ve been begging for. You think you can handle it?” Minho asks, and Felix nods desperately.

“‘was made for this,” Felix mumbles out. “Been dreaming about it all week.”

Minho’s hands pull at the collar harder, and Felix moans out, eyes glossing over slightly.

“Yeah? Been jerking your cock to the thought of me stretching out your little hole?”

Felix hums, a lazy smile gracing his features.

“Shameless,” Minho chuckles out, before harshly shoving Felix forward and onto all fours, where Felix comes face to face with you, sitting pretty on Jisung’s dick – Jisung’s dick that is pulsing inside of you. His hands paw at your hips needily, begging you to move in a quiet voice.

But you ignore him, instead giving Felix a sweet little smile, letting your fingers trace his pretty face while Minho pulls out a condom from the nightstand (a detail that doesn’t escape you) before slipping it on and lubing himself up. He slips two fingers into Felix and Felix’s reaction is instant, hips pushing back onto Minho’s fingers, chasing the fulness.

“Fucking pathetic little cockslut,” Minho spits out, but you can see how much he loves it. You keep your eyes on Felix as Minho lines himself up and slowly pushes into Felix’s tight ass. Felix’s reaction right in front of your eyes is priceless – his arms are trembling, eyes rolling into the back of his head as a low groan rumbles from his chest.

“So … so big,” he groans out, mouth falling open when Minho experimentally ruts into him, a string of curses falling from his lips. You can’t help but clench around Jisung, making the latter curse out behind you, hips bucking into you in search of friction.

Felix pushes himself back against Minho and Minho takes the hint, snapping his hips into Felix’s ass deep and hard, punching a throaty moan out of Felix with every thrust. Minho slips his fingers into the collar and pulls at it slightly, restricting Felix’s airflow just a bit, and a shudder runs through him.

“Harder, harder,” Felix begs, his back arching, beautifully following the direction Minho is pulling him in.

And god, he’s loud. Felix’s deep, rumbling moans are bouncing off the wall, he’s not even trying to keep them in. He’s completely lost in the pleasure of it all and it turns you on so much you can’t help but start grinding into Jisung, who mewls out at finally getting the friction he needs, hands digging into your hips as he helps you along.

But then Minho lets go of Felix’s collar and Felix’s head falls forward, his glassy eyes locking with yours and you lean forward just enough to press a messy kiss onto his lips, licking into his mouth as Minho starts fucking Felix even harder. You let your fingers trace over his chest until you find one of his pebbled nipples, running your finger over it. It makes Felix’s entire body break out in a shudder, lips parting from yours to let out a guttural moan.

“Yes, God, yes, ‘m so sensitive,” he mumbles and you smile at him, before you gently pinch his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger. Felix spasms and seems to clench around Minho, judging by the groan Minho lets out.

“Good boy,” you whisper and Felix’s big, glassy eyes snap to you as he whimpers, and you swear it’s one of the prettiest things you’ve ever heard.

You pinch his other nipple before placing your fingers on his bottom lip.

“Be a good baby boy and suck,” you mutter out, and Felix opens his mouth immediately, lapping at your fingers so eagerly that you wish it was your clit he was sucking on. You’re still lazily rolling your hips onto Jisung, who is thrashing underneath you, the friction enough to make him so sensitive everything in him screams at him to flip you over and rail you into the mattress. But you are completely focused on Felix, cunt getting wetter and wetter with every one of Felix’s moans, just using Jisung; he tells himself to make a mental note to figure out why the fuck it turns him on this much that you are paying zero attention to him.

You’re blissfully unaware of Jisung’s turmoil, eyes fixed on Felix, whose tongue is still swirling around your digits, cheeks hollowing, basically blowing your fingers for his own enjoyment as Minho pounds into him. With every passing second, you see Felix slip more and more into the floaty space that you know so well, drool dripping past your fingers as he moans loudly around them.

You pull them out, smearing his spit over his pouty lips and Felix looks absolutely wrecked, mouth falling open as he whines out, “Hnng … please give me more, Mommy, I can take it. Mommy pleaeeeease”.

“Oh my god,” Jisung gasps out behind you, “what the fuck what the fuck what the …” and then his hips stutter and Jisung cums deep inside of you with a choked groan, Minho rumbling out a groan as his hips falter briefly. You grab Jisung’s hand from your hip as you ride him through it, while the other hand comes back to Felix’s mouth, shoving your fingers deep into him, making him moan around you.

When Jisung is spent, you focus all your energy on Felix, the need to guide him through his pleasure all encompassing. You make eye contact with Minho and he nods at you, a lot more frantically than earlier, and you know he’s close.

You lift yourself off Jisung gently, ignoring the sensation of his release dripping out of you, and tower over Felix. You wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him off his hands, arching his back as he holds on to your shoulders for dear life. The new angle has both him and Minho groan out, Minho able to rut into him even deeper. You tilt Felix’s head back just a little more.

“Look at me,” you purr out and Felix pries his eyes open, though you can see he’s barely there, tears collecting at the corners of his eyes.

“Open your mouth for mommy,” you order, and Felix complies, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue as you let a glob of spit drop from your lips into his mouth. Felix whimpers as he swallows it down, one tear rolling down his cheek.

“You close, baby boy?” you ask, and he nods desperately. “Then cum.”

You wrap one hand around his neck, squeezing the side of his throat as your other hand wraps around his throbbing cock. It only takes a few tugs of your hand before Felix is coming undone, choking out loud moans and a litany of ‘mommy’s as he spills thick ropes of cum over your hand.

Minho nearly folds when Felix clenches around him, but he has barely been able to think straight ever since you had slipped your fingers into Felix’s mouth. So as soon as Felix is entirely spent, Minho pulls out of him as gently as he can, guiding him to lie down, before he rips the condom off his cock and pounces on you, pushing you into the pillows next to Jisung, who’s still entirely fucked out and just watches you with a lazy smile.

There’s nothing hesitant about how Minho licks into your mouth, folds you in half and slips into you, bottoming out immediately. He groans of the feeling of you raw, all slick and hot with Jisung’s release. He fucks into you hard and fast, chasing his release at the same time as yours, which he can feel fast approaching. His fingers come down to rub your clit as he pounds into you at an angle that has him hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, punching wet moans out of you with every thrust.

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re domming,” he mumbles into your neck. “Such a … fuck, such a good mommy.”

He curses out when you clench around him, the flutter of your walls telling him you’re nearly there.

“Love you so much, gonna breed you and make you a mommy one day,” he babbles out and before he can regret it you’re suddenly cumming around him, creaming all over his cock, and he lets go, the coil in his abdomen finally snapping as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside of you.

His face is buried in the tangle of your hair in your neck and he’s breathing in the heady scent of your sex-slick body as he’s catching his breath, helping ground him enough to be able to pull back. When he does, you’re smiling at him lazily.

“I love you,” you whisper and he smiles at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs back before gently pulling out. You sit up gingerly, shaking your hair out of your face.

“How about you take care of Ji, make sure he knows you love him, too, and I’ll clean up Felix,” you suggest and Minho nods, eyes glassy as he kisses you one more time, his fingers digging into the skin of your jaw as he pulls you into his mouth shakily.

But that’s what you do, Minho mumbling sweet nothings to Jisung as he gently wipes him down and presses kisses to his face, you gently cleaning up Felix before pulling him into a cuddle, gently coaxing him out of his subspace until he’s smiling up at you dopily.

“That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Can we do it again?”

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his tongue dips into the sweet give of your hole and you both moan. you’ve lost track of time with him in between your legs like this, but you’ve got nowhere better to be. changbin spreads your sticky, plush lips with the tips of his fingers so he can lave his tongue deeper. everything is so warm, so slick. he’s always been good with his mouth - you don’t know if it’s because he’s such a diligent rapper or just because he knows your body so well. you surely benefit from both. his round little nose nudges against your clit as his tongue fucks into you, and your head is spinning spinning spinning.

“changbinnie, fuck,” you keen, head thrown back into the pillow. your hips buck without your permission; you can’t even help it, all you want to do is chase the feeling he so readily gives you. “baby, oh my god…”

he’s been looking at you, but his eyebrows furrow at the look on your face. pleasure-stricken, overcome. he’s almost as fucked out as you are. changbin’s cheeks are a sweet, rosy pink and sweat dots his forehead. his eyes are droopy, content, completely blissed out as he services between your thighs.

you nearly shout when his mouth opens wider, when his tongue laves from your drippy hole to your swollen clit. he sucks you into his mouth, bats his tongue quickly against that pudgy little button he loves so much until your whole body twitches.

“yeobo’s pretty pussy…” he breathes. his eyes close in bliss. changbin pulls away from your messy cunt so he can speak, but he doesn’t go far. his chin rubs against you first, then his lips, his nose. he’s nuzzling against you again, slightly circling his head until the lower half of his face is covered in your sticky, yummy juices. “ahh, changbinnie will always eat well.”

his plump little lips latch onto your clit again, and he whimpers pitifully when you tug his hair to hold him tightly against you.

“suck on it, fuck! god- s-shit, suckonitsuckonit.”

his cheeks hollow when he does, sucking on your clit the way you asked him to so nicely. your legs are too restless; they squeeze his shoulders then open wide. your feet scramble on the mattress.

all the breath in your lungs disappears when he grips you underneath your knees. he hauls them to your chest until your lower back is nearly lifted off the bed and your feet dangle in the air. you’re promptly held in place - he doesn’t grip you hard, never does, but the strength is noticeably there. changbin rushes closer on his knees so he can press himself nose deep in your pulsing cunt again, and he gives you another sweet coo when he feels the fluttering of your hole.

your hands find his where they hold the backs of your knees. you rest your hands on top of his, and changbin wiggles his thumbs out from under your hands so that they can lightly caress your fingers.

he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth again; you’d wriggle if you could, but you can’t, not like this. it feels so fucking good, his tongue circles it slowly until your thighs are shaking. changbin only unlatches his lips from it to pant harshly against you. he’s overwhelmed, sweet, melodious whines flowing constantly from his even sweeter mouth as he pleasures you. his hot breath makes you jolt, but he gets right back to it, ticking his head to the side so he can swipe his tongue against the entirety of your cunt.

“make me cum,” you breathe. you can only look at him for a second, his face is just too much. he’s too beautiful, too wet with you, and you’re too in love that it feels like you could die. “changbin, changbinnie, please make me cum.”

one of his calloused hands smooths down your shivering thigh, and you hold your legs open for him dutifully. changbin pulls away for a moment to lick his lips and watch his own movements as he pinches your lips between his thick fingers. he does it again, shaking his head like he’s in disbelief when he sees your desperate, swollen little clit smushed between the meat of your lips.

“so pretty,” he coos. he’s talking to you, but he isn’t at the same time, fully addressing your needy pussy that he’s toying with like it can talk back. you can’t even lie; you’re wet enough that it’s been talking back to him all night. “i love you, cutie.”

he doesn’t say another word before he dives back in, licking hotly between his fingers and right against the bud of your clit that peeks between your lips. changbin presses a deep, sucking kiss to it right as he pinches his fingers.

your back bows. you don’t have to tell him to keep doing it because he’s just that attentive, he knows your body up and down, left and right, inside and out. his lips look so cute when they pucker as he presses those sucking little kisses against you. that and the ruthless pinching of his fingers gets you there - because of course it does. changbin whines, long and pitiful and honey sweet when you gush in his mouth. his eyes roll when yours do, when your fingers move from behind your knees to tug on his hair, when your cunt throbs against his giving mouth.

his head rests heavily on your thigh as you come down from the sky, and his blinks are slow as he gazes into your drooping eyes. he pets your stomach, dips his thumb into your belly button before beginning to caress the skin around it.

changbin smiles, something soft and sleepy and just reserved for you.

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

8 minutes earlier

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

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

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

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

“You wanna bet Ji?” Minho challenges.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” They all exclaimed in disappointment.

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

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

Present

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So sweet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys were fine- oh.”

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

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

You're in the 3racha dorm surrounded by your 8 other members whose eyes are glistening from curiosity at what's about to unfold. You'd made a bet, of course you'd made a bet, that you would be able to identify which member was fucking you, no exceptions. They, of course, denied that was possible. So, here you are lying half naked, waiting to prove them all wrong.

Chan steps to you, kneeling down beside the couch, fingertips hanging off the side. His eyes are searching yours for any glimmer of hesitancy - any second thoughts. There of course was none. The slow burn of his stare makes a shiver run over you and you can see the wheels turning in his mind, you just wish you could pin down those exact thoughts.

"Felix? Blindfold." Chan raises his hand behind him, anticipating the cloth but not taking his heated eyes off of you.

You smile inwardly, knowing you're sure that you've gotten yourself into the best situation you could have. They're all hot, gorgeous even, men in their 20's ready to fuck you dumb over a bet. Their sex drives high, they're ready to dump load after load and that thought does not leave your cunt dry to say the least.

You've heard and seen all these men make themselves cum over and over again. The walls aren't that thick. But whether they know that is another story.

Now you're going to be getting a taste of what it's like to be on the other side of those walls. You can't help the elation that slides up your throat. These are your other 8 members. You've seen each other at your lowest and your highest, and now you wonder how this bet may play out in the group dynamics.

Who knows, it might just be the best thing you all could have done together...

Felix gives the black fabric to a patiently waiting Chan.

Changbin's giggle echoes through the room as you wink at him. He's just too cute.

"Bin, I'm cumming for you first." You smirk as you succumb to the darkness that is the blindfold taking away your vision. Blocking your most vital sense.

Changbin huffs out a clearly sexually frustrated sigh as he runs his hand through his hair. You hadn't even begun to think how even just the idea of this happening might have the members' imaginations running.

"Not gonna know which one of us is first though, angel," Hyunjin responds with a soft tease in his tone, close enough for you to hear the little whisper in his breath.

"Angel? Oh, careful Hyune...After that nickname paired with your cock, I might just fall in love."

"Everyone shut up this is taking forever," Seungmin says deadpan, flipping off the light. He was always impatient.

"You idiot she's blindfolded, we don't need them all off" Lee Know says, "she can't see anything anyway."

"You do it then," Seungmin bites back at Lee Know playfully.

"Boys, boys, let's all just simmer down hm? Keep this a zen fucking zone."

Han gets up, increasing the light in the room with the dimmer switch. Hannie - ever so attentive.

The room is silent, members grinding their teeth, stretching their fingers, waiting for your cue, presumably.

"We just gonna sit here chatting boys? Or is someone gonna stick their cock into me? I'm ready to win a bet."

The room bustles, voices whispering and winding to a halt as the first contestant climbs over you.

The couch shifts under you like a ship listing in the deep ocean.

Your back is supported on the couch, blindfold secured around your head, panties still on but already showing a thick wet spot.

A chill of self-consciousness floods you just for a second before it's replaced by the confidence of having your 8 members focused fully on you as they wait to fuck you in turns.

The first mystery man's hands slide the fabric down your legs, exposing your cunt to all 8 of your members. You feel so bare, so vulnerable, but so goddamn powerful. You can almost hear their hard swallows as all their eyes are glued on you, their cocks tripling in size in anticipation.

"Someone put it in," you say, tapping your fingers on your chin like you're bored.

Suddenly you're breached, their length sliding in effortlessly into your wet cunt. Your walls immediately shiver around the foreign feeling, clamping down. They're so deep it feels like a bubble might just pop deep inside your belly. The member's hips stop halfway as a gasp rips from your chest, an electricity running to your fingertips.

You stammer, "b-big," as their hands caress you, rubbing gentle circles over your skin, complimenting the deep, slow strokes. Their hands are large, fingers thin but sculpted so beautifully. He slides the rest of the way in, saliva dripping out of his mouth onto your tits. The warm liquid splashes onto your peaked nipples as their head dips down just to swirl it in circles with their tongue.

"H-Hyune!" you yelp mid-moan, knowing there's no way in hell that's not him.

"Fuck how?" Hyun says, stopping his movements and reluctantly pulling out.

You grasp your tummy as the removal feels so sudden, leaving you empty once more.

"You and your oral fixation baby, you're a deliciously messy, messy fuck," you say pinching your nipples, the wetness still stimulating you.

It's silent again as he climbs off the couch and another member replaces him.

You feel your cunt clench and flutter as you wait to be filled again.

The next mystery member teases his thick satiny tip in and out of you, inching himself in and then pulling out. The stretch is even bigger than Hyune, narrowing down your options to just a few.

"S-so p-patient," you exhale, pondering a few members that could bare minimum fit the category of patient.

He sinks in, pressing his chest firmly onto yours, his shirt blocking skin to skin contact. Your back arches as you adjust to the size of him as he bottoms out.

"F-fuck" falls out of your mouth as his hips pull back just to jolt forward again.

"Mmm, n-needs to feel close to who he's fucking," you pant, trying your best to focus on the task at hand.

He hits your spot immediately, his thrusts gentle but deep.

"Channie baby," you say in confidence. "F-feel you pushing into my c-cervix, can't not think of b-breeding can you?"

With a huffed laugh, he pulls out, leaving you empty and aching once more.

"Yep," he says, nodding his head and swiping his forehead in defeat. He starts to speak, likely wondering how you know he thinks of breeding all the time, but he stops his train of thought.

Just then you visibly shiver on the couch, thinking of all the times Chan has thought of breeding you. Sneaking into your room at night, just to fill you with his cum.

"Fuck," you hear a distant voice mumble in response to your body writhing.

The next member handles your frame differently, a little faster, planting you flat on your stomach.

He climbs over you, not wasting any time before bullying his cock into you. He's placed your legs close together, so when he slides in it feels like your cunt expands ten-fold, pressure building like it's your first time.

You notice he's a little thinner than the other two, the new angle puzzling you as to who it could be. You feel him pull out and plunge back in, as you wait for his tell.

You were puzzled for another minute, little moans running out of your mouth. Confusion subsides once his fingers grab your waist, peppering kisses over your hot skin wrapping around your waist. He's not so much thrusting anymore as rutting into you, his breath hot on your neck. He's needy, borderline insatiable. He's fast with his rutting, like he's speeding to get to the finish line.

Then it hits you.

"Jeongin," floats out of your mouth gently as the rhythm of his hips seems to have hypnotized you.

His pelvis continues pressing into you desperately as your ass cushions his every rut, a loud moan now breaking out from his throat in agreement.

"N-needy, just as I thought, still fucking me even after it's over, you say, chuckling.

You hear him puff out air, hands squeezing your skin trying to convince himself to pull out. Finally, he musters up the strength to slide out of you and off the couch.

"Fuck she's tight, how'd you guys stop?" he asks, panting.

"Number 4 here we go, my cunt needs more." You're feeling needy yourself, but you'd never admit it.

This member wants you leaning over the couch, ass in the air, your elbows just resting on the back of the couch, barely stable.

A loud smack lands on your ass, jolting you forward. You hiss from the sting, the deliciously painful bliss of it just as he nestles his silky tip into your gooey cunt.

"Lee Know," you get out before you even feel him fully penetrate you. It was too easy.

He pauses his movements as Chan's voice sounds.

"Are you sure?" Chan asks, trying to get into your head.

"Y-yes," you say right as the 4th member slides into you fully, not letting you adjust to his size.

His hands are bound in your hair as his hips speed up, his cock knocking into your spot with lightning speed, the intensity feeling like he's about to tip over a glass full of water.

"F-fuck Minho, m-more," you say before you can filter it out of your mouth.

"More?" Lee Know says, a smug tone painting the letters as he gives your ass another slap.

"Oh really angel? He gets to keep fucking you?" Hyunjin says, attitude thick in his silky voice.

That seems to snap you back to the reality of the situation as you swallow hard.

"Minho," you say, signaling him to, unfortunately, pull out.

He retreats with a growl, clearly frustrated from lack of finishing.

"You're intriguing Y/n."

"M-more than just your ninth member, I'm like a seer of all things," you say, snaking your head around towards where the now mumbling voices are coming from.

Your body is starting to tremble, the lack of your vision unlocking and magnifying all other senses within your body. Each touch from them is more rounded, each sound is sharper, you feel like a goddamn vampire with supernatural senses.

Hands grab you once more, pulling you down onto the cushion but keeping you slouched facing the front of the couch. You yelp from the surprise of changing positions so quickly, your hair getting messier by the second.

"Ooh surprises, I love surprises," you say just as the new member's warm hands hold your legs open in a wide v-shape in the air.

His rounded tip dips in once, twice, before sending all his weight into your cunt at once. The stretch was obvious.

A blood curdling moan rips out of you at the weight of the thrusts he's giving you. His hips are at a different angle than the others before him, his hips waving in an effortless thrust; one that scoops out your insides in the most intoxicating way. The smooth thrusts angle upwards, massaging your sweet spot that makes your eyes roll back.

You get lost in the rhythm he's giving you, not wanting your blissed out state to stop.

Suddenly you hear Minho clear his throat, snapping you back to reality.

"H-heavy c-cock, f-fucking incredible stroke game, wants me pliable...B-Binnie I know that's you...sp-splitting me in two."

Your cunt is pulsing around him, the stretch stinging so good your toes curl so hard, threatening to lose feeling.

He pulls out and you reflexively whine, "t-too fast." You trip over the words as your cunt feels utterly abandoned.

"Y/n, you're something, you know that?" Binnie says still stroking his hardened cock as he assumes his place next to the other members.

"'M aching." Your voice is thinner this time, like you're slowly slipping into a dream. You've nearly forgotten all about the bet, now you just have tunnel vision for your own release.

You were right, it was the best decision you could have made - doing this bet. But it was also torture having each member pull out when all you really wanted was to say fuck the bet and let them all have their way with you.

But your pride was not letting up.

The 6th member interrupts your thought as you're positioned onto your back, flat. The new set of hands press your wrists above your head, their fingers gentle given the sudden movement.

The new position makes your teeth capture your lips, tugging hard.

He takes a second to get comfortable, cock vibrating as he trembles from the pleasure of nudging his cock inside of you. He bottoms out in one thrust, pausing to collect himself once in.

All movements on his end have ceased, like he's trying so hard to control himself.

You don't even need one more thrust to know who that is.

"H-Hannie baby, you're trying so hard n-not to ruin me or yourself by cumming right...now."

You hear a hiccupped moan flutter from his pretty lips as he pulls out like he's caught fire.

"F-fuck," he says, turning away and closing his eyes to stave off the impending orgasm.

"Cute," Felix says breaking the silence that has droned on since you started this whole thing. "You look like you're actually gonna splatter cum all over yourself right now."

"H-hey you don't understand how w-warm sh-," Han retorts, but trails off as you hear him bite down on his hand.

You chuckle, amused by his lack of control. How his tip is just dripping with precum ready to explode.

"Yeah Hannie, I know you can't help it baby, m'just wanna take care of you." You say it with a little twist in your voice like you're egging him on.

Your body convulses suddenly, not long away from an orgasm ripping through you from the constant friction you've endured. You shut your lips tight, trying to calm the storm inside of you.

"N-no one slide in yet, or I'll cum."

"See I'm not the only one!" Han tries to defend himself.

"Y-yeah but you haven't just had 6 cocks in you," you laugh and can just sense the redness creeping into his cheeks.

Your members give you a minute to suppress the feeling in your stomach threatening to tear you apart.

"Okay, go," you say, ready for more.

Two more, you can do this, you coach yourself internally.

The next mystery member wants you on your hands and knees but still on the couch. A caress of their soft hands on your ass has you grinding back to get more.

"Mmm already making me beg...okay, I see you number 7."

They spread your ass cheeks before circling their tip on your stretched out cunt. He slides his cock up to your other, much tighter hole. He alternates nudging your sensitive holes, his hand massaging your ass in harsh circles.

With a grip on your hips, his whole length enters you. He's big, just like the rest, but there's a lean to his cock that you feel, prodding you in a new, gorgeous corner of your walls.

His fingers are digging into your skin hard, but his thrusts are just steadily increasing.

"Patient too, but wants their way with me," you whisper, circling your ass backwards to catch him deeper.

"Seungminnie you just wanna fuck me like your little pup don't you?"

He stills.

"C'mon Y/n. H-how?" he says, utterly shocked but still pumping you as you've grabbed his wrist now to try and keep him inside.

"I've heard you fuck your fist moaning. 'Such a desperate pup," You mimic him with a low growl just like you've heard many, many times.

"You like watching me like a perv?" Seungmin teases.

"You can watch me anytime Seungminnie, might even let you help."

You can hear his head shaking through the lazy corners of his laugh at your bold statement.

He gives your ass a little slap before climbing back off the couch, joining the others.

"Last one. Then you can cum." Chan says, his voice shaky from his own stimulation it seemed.

Member 8 wants you back on your stomach but rather than take you flat, he tucks a pillow under your hips to raise them a few inches.

"F-Felix baby, why even bother? I know it's you," you say through a very tired voice.

You hadn't realized how much they'd drain you one after another.

"You wanna cum don't you? Gotta guess all of us sweetheart," he says in a thick, deep Aussie accent that resonates in your ears and travels right back down to your core.

"Fuck Felix," you pant, feeling that rubber band tighten in your stomach again. "Don't play with me, its been a long night."

He adjusts the pillow once more, bending down to whisper by your ear, "might want to hold on sweetheart."

Reflexively, you press your ass towards him more, wrapping your fingers around the pillow beneath you.

"Just...like," he says, sliding the first inch in, before bottoming out with a flick of his hips, "that."

"Mmm" you hum. "Lixie, the t-type to look innocent but fuck you d-dumb," you say, your body jolting with each harsh thrust of his hips.

He speeds up not wasting any time in getting you both to your highs. Being the last member to go, he doesn't seem to be worried about pushing either of you too far.

"Wanna c-cum on your cock L-Lixie."

You know it might not be fair, to only let Lixie be the one to bring you over the edge, and on his cock nonetheless, but you thought you might die if another one pulled out of you not letting you release on them.

"I need to cum on c-cock."

Felix grabs the blindfold, pushing it off of your head and your eyes blur, colors looking more contrasting than you remember.

Blinking to adjust to the light, you see all 8 of your members stroking their cocks above you.

"What do you think hm?" Felix addresses the members. "Should we let her cum on my cock?"

"I-I won, I choose," you say through your teeth, feeling like you might explode if you don't get to cum soon.

"She's right, let our little bunny choose," Changbin says, kneeling now, stroking his cock at a new angle.

"W-want to be on top," you say.

You're straddling Felix now, reverse cowgirl as you watch the members mouths open, tongues swiping their lips, pained pleasured expressions painting their features.

You reach out, feeling around each one, going from member to member, running your shaky hand over their leaking cocks.

Never would you have guessed you'd ever be in this situation, having all 8 of your members wide eyed and at the mercy of your cunt.

And it felt fucking phenomenal.

Their eyes are all mesmerized by you, Felix's eyes glued to your ass bouncing up and down on his cock. His head is thrown back, his pouty mouth open in awe.

You ride him a little harder, his cock hitting your spot as your clit goes haywire from stimulation.

"Fuck m'gonna cum," you say, fingers dragging on Felix's thighs as you feel the rubber band finally snap deep in your belly.

As the wave washes over you, Hyunjin kneels in front of you beside Changbin, suctioning his puffy, warm lips over your nipple. The slight sting from how hard he's sucking makes you scream out as Felix drills you from beneath, helping you ride out your high.

Lee Know fists your hair, yanking your head back

"That's it kitten, 8 cocks enough for you?" he menaces.

Your body finally gives out as Felix and Chan hold your body up, preventing you from toppling over. Your muscles are seized with pleasure, your eyes closed in bliss.

"Fuck Y/n, babygirl, we've got you," Chan says, hands on your waist as your body continues undulating.

You make it a mission to make eye contact with each member as they furiously pump their cocks.

Hyunjin is the first to let go, the fixation on your breast tipping him over the edge. His mouth is sucking your nipple still as he shoots out ropes of warm cum on your chest and stomach.

The sight of him falling apart seems to trigger the rest of the members as they crowd around you releasing onto your sweaty, glistening skin nearly one right after the other.

Moans fill the room as they cum to the scene of the aftermath of your orgasm, as your body still jerks, electricity still running through you.

Felix taps your ass, "u-up m'gonna cum." He lifts you, counting on Chan and Lee Know to leverage your weight as you shoot up off of Felix's cock like a rocket. You bend forward, both members helping you to plant your hands on the floor so that you don't fall on your face.

A deep groan followed by heavy pants come from Felix as he empties himself on your back and ass, his warm cum making designs on your beautiful skin.

The front of your body is all sticky, cum falling off your skin onto the floor from the mess the guys made on you.

"Holy shit," Seungmin says, lying flat on the floor, spent.

Felix helps you upright and helps you off of his lap. "Y/n, fuck" Felix says, eyes looking like that definitely will not be the last time that happens.

You try to stand but your legs feel injected with jelly.

Chan catches your misstep. "Woah Y/n, you good?"

Your favourite body. The one you've vowed to worship- well, not yet, not outwardly. But it's an unspoken understanding.

You'd fallen so deeply infatuated with his body prior to the markings, had memorized and revered each of his soft lines and lean muscle. Boyish narrow shoulders and scrawny chest slowly transformed before your eyes, becoming more masculine. Into the wide, rounded, strong shoulders you now grab onto when you're excited or upset. Strong and firm, thicker skin sits around his ribs now. But he's still Jisung. Still with the slim figure and tiny waistline that he doesn't seem to grow out of.

Just as you'd admired those changes as they came, you're compelled to do the same now. It only felt right to rediscover him all over again. You wonder fleetingly if Jisung had forseen this reaction from you; you're sure he must have, at least a little, at some point. You're always praising him.

That's how you've ended up like this. Jisung's shirtless, but his sweats still cling to his hips, doing nothing to conceal his arousal under the fabric.

You haven't touched him yet. Apart from this. Leaving kiss marks around his pretty tattoo, swiping fat licks of your hot tongue against it. It has to sting at this point, his chest tinged the colour of a kitten's tongue. Several deep purple marks litter his collarbones. Your hand rests at the centre of his chest, revelling in your work and his reactions. The rise and fall of his chest.

"Darling," He starts, and just as suddenly sucks in a breath through his teeth, "ah!— it's sensitive!" Jisung whines, shoulders shaking in something like protest.

He could say 'stop' at any time, you're both aware.

You adjust from where you're curled into him, sitting back on your ankles slightly. You lean in just-so to carefully blow cool air over the swollen spot on his chest. Jisung follows suit, giving you the shiver you were seeking from him.

You look up at him, that pretty face, and you relish in those round eyes staring back at you. Something anticipatory. Something distant, faded, something within them telling you: he's at your mercy. You're gentle, sweet, taking in this dazed state of him. All soft and vulnerable. You press a peck to that chocolate chip on his cheek.

He huffs something indiscernible— surprise? exasperation? — and you cup his face in your hand.

"I love you." You tell him. Your lips don't touch, but there's almost no space separating them.

It's his turn to hum, though his expression softens once more, and he lets his lips connect with yours.

It doesn't take very long for Jisung to get lost in it when he's kissing. You take the chance to raise your hand to his chest once more. Your pointer finger outlines the ring of hickeys you've imprinted on him around the script.

The shudder he lets out is oh-so worth it. You grin, and he groans, half-lidded eyes expressing his growing frustration. Puts his head back, and it thumps the wall a little. You laugh and bring a hand to the back of his head and thread your fingers into your boyfriend's fluffy hair.

"What was it you were begging for?" You ask, playing dumb, before repeating his words earlier as you coo at him.

He loves and hates this game. Right now teetering towards the loathing side.

"I'm fucking horny. Your fault." Jisung snaps with a huff. He squeezes the back of your knee as if to accentuate his annoyance.

You easily straddle his lap, not giving him the satisfaction of sitting in it quite yet.

You smile, "Oh... that. Yeah, could tell." Your hand slides down his abdomen, barely scratching at the waistband.

"What am I supposed to do about that?"

"Take 'em off me, baby. Get me naked." He grumbles, demanding. Too bad you're in love. Your pointer and middle dip under them to tug them down. You pull them right off, too, like he demanded, so he's free to kick his legs however he pleases.

You straddle him once more, hands planted on those shoulders. Oh.. you're dizzy with arousal again. You'll never tire of this view.

"Sorry. I really don't mean to tease. You're so fucking hot, I can't think straight." You confess next to his ear, voice low and bashful.

"I know baby, I know, oh, God, what do you even do to me? I feel crazy. You make me so desperate." Jisung ducks his head into your neck.

You know. You're the same way. You can't even form words to respond. Desire strikes you dumbfounded.

"Let me feel you. Please? Lemme feel you on me—"

His sentence dissolves into babbling as you press yourself to him, chest to chest, your core situated over his pelvis. You're not exactly sure when you lost your top, and by forgoing a bra tonight, you're left only in your underwear. Jisung's already pressing on your lower back instantaneously, as if to beg for closer, nearer, more.

When your hands tangle in his hair again as your tongue slides into his mouth, his eyes roll into the back of his head. Ever the reactive lover.

"Sit on my face. My baby, please." He's an animal when your eyes open to meet his, and you can't say no to a look so lascivious. You're going to be eaten alive one way or another. His breathless voice is husky now. You don't know if you even register that you're nodding before he's sliding down to lay flat on the mattress below you. His shoulders knocking your thighs forces them wider and you're nudged forward, right over his face, your hands reaching for the headboard.

He grumbles, then huffs and grabs your behind to stuff his face full of you. You squeak, and you feel him reach up and pull your underwear to the side so roughly that the fabric sounds like it tears. Instantaneously he's licking up into you and pressing your thighs down harder to get your pussy in his mouth.

No sound comes out of you, a hand has risen to cover your mouth, but Jisung is undeterred. Quickly eating up every bit you have to give him and gently finding a rhythm to have you falling apart. He knows by now that to get you there faster, he has to start slow.

It doesn't take very long though, regardless. Not in this position, and not with his hot mouth unrelenting on your cunt, your swollen clit pulsing. You unconsciously reach for his hair, something to grip onto. You know he gets even harder when you're loud, so you try not to cover your mouth as you cum.

You try and sit up from your seat on his face, but he pulls you right back. "Let me eat it, baby. Almost done, yeah?" He mumbles, and his tongue dips inside you again. Your brain fizzes out.

The next time you're moving, it's climbing off him.

"Your turn, make room." You tell him, and he shimmies up the bed to make a space for you. He's rock hard, of course he is, he has been for a while now. Your finger slides over his cock first, starting at the tip and trailing down the shaft. He just covers his face with his arm, and you pinch his thigh for that.

"Can I make you cum down my throat? Or d'you wanna save it?" You ask.

His cheeks visibly burn up from that. It's a cute reaction that makes you cock your head to the side, waiting for his reply. "U-uh, um, either, just.. please make me cum." He squeezes his eyes shut to answer.

You stroke him a little, not too much because he's waited already. Put up with a lot.

You suck at the tip to start, then lax your jaw and take his cock deep as you can. You're much better at it than when you first started, all confidence no follow through. Now you can do it without much of a hiccup.

He fucks up into your mouth every so often, and he loves it this way. Your gags, the wet sounds, the drool slipping and sliding down his shaft and pooling at the base of his cock. He feels guilty, though, even if deep-throating does usually make him cum real hard.

"I'm close, mama. Aaah! 'm gonna- cum! Hey, wait," He taps you to come off of him, so you do, although you take your time sliding off and bringing breaths back in your lungs with sticky spit and pearly pre-cum on your chin. You wipe it with your fingers and slip them between your legs. You stand to slide your underwear off.

Seeing Jisung like this; on the edge; feels like sneaking into heaven as a sinner. So disheveled, hair fucked up and curling up at the base of his neck from sweating. His tattoo glistens even under the dim lighting of the room, catching your eye every time. Blessed. That's how it feels to be like this, with him, your eyes feasting upon his erotic, orgasmic, blissful expression and posture. He's slumped over, breathing heavy, and you can see the purple marks on his shoulders. It fills you with intense satisfaction, the image of claiming him as yours. Pride burns hot from the bottom of your ribs, and it's delightful.

Jisung is lost for words, but there's no need for them right now. He grabs at the backs of your thighs and you're swept easily into his embrace. You both gasp when his aching sex taps against your clit and sits snug, albeit twitchy, against your cunt as you maintain eye contact. You kiss, and you're both so floaty that everything is sensational and dreamlike. He ruts against you like that, and it's all gaspy, hypersensitive, and it is unbelievable how in ecstasy you feel. Above the clouds.

You're kissing and breathing in each other's mouths, and you slide against him just as tenderly as he had against you and he's gone, then. You watch, and feel as his body trembles under you, his mouth fallen open as shuddery, earth-shattering exhales crash through him in waves, like he's had the wind knocked from him.

His eyes are open but irises lagging, slowly coming back into focus and he's blinking again. An inhale comes, and then they're coming back all at once.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders again. It's funny how quickly sexual appetite can be satiated and you can immediately switch back to your other senses. Ones you forgot about in those moments, when you're consumed by it.

"Jisungie?" You call his name, and your hand slides over his shoulder-blade and you rub your palm soothingly in circles there.

He hums. You say nothing, and the faintest of kisses is pressed to the side of his neck.

"I love you, too." He says. He hadn't said it back earlier. His head was so dizzy.

You nuzzle your nose into his neck. "I like your tattoo."

He smiles, you know it without looking, "I'm glad."

"Next time, we can get ones together?" You ask.