#deep thrust

He slams into her,

each thrust a violent prayer,

their lips crash, biting, bruising

breath stolen, spit shared.

Eyes locked,

both drowning in the same unspoken hunger:

wreck me, ruin me, finish me.

No mercy, no pause,

only the savage rhythm

of two bodies trying

to break each other open

The thought of telling you to get on your knees and open your mouth while I slap you in the face with my girldick. Whimper and whine all you want, but I like to play with my food before I eat it.

I might force it down your throat one time then slap you in the face for getting greedy. Or maybe I should leave it down your throat until your body begs for air.

I’ll most likely just tell you to be a good girl and keep your mouth open as I thrust deeply, slowly, and gently inside. Making sure every inch of my girldick touches the back of your throat. Let’s really test that gag reflex when you try to take all 8 inches of girldick. Every time you gag, I’ll slap you in your face. When you pass out from not being able to breathe, then I’ll take you to my bedroom, lay your pretty head on my pillow, pin your hands down, and force my throbbing gock inside of your pretty hole. I’ll groan in your ear and call you a good slut while your mind go blank. With every thrust, I would thrust harder and deeper to punish you for all of that gagging you did. As you regain consciousness, your brain will be fuzzy. All you’ll feel is your tight hole being forcibly stretched lovingly spread by mommy.

And you’ll take it all, won’t you baby?

The afternoon sun was a warm, heavy blanket on my skin as I slipped out of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the mossy bank. The stream was a cool shock, a liquid ribbon of silk that stole my breath as I submerged myself. I floated on my back, the current a gentle tug against my limbs, my eyes closed to the dappled light filtering through the canopy of leaves. This was my sanctuary, the one place on our sprawling property where I felt truly, unapologetically myself.

A twig snapped.

My eyes flew open, but I didn't move. I wasn't alone. Through the curtain of my lashes, I saw him—a man standing at the edge of the trees, binoculars hanging forgotten around his neck. He was frozen, caught between retreat and rapture, his gaze fixed on me. A thrill, sharp and electric, shot through me. He watched as I swam to the bank, the water sluicing off my body as I emerged. I didn't rush. I climbed onto the large, sun-warmed granite slab I used as a personal altar and stretched out, letting the heat dry my skin. I could feel his stare, a physical touch that was far more potent than the sun.

"Are you going to undress and join me," I asked, my voice a low purr, "or just stand there and stare?"

He let out a shaky breath, a sound of surrender. In seconds, his clothes joined mine on the bank. He was lean and sculpted, his body a study in controlled tension as he approached the rock. He lay beside me, not touching, the space between us humming with unspoken desire. Then his fingers found my shoulder, tracing the line of my collarbone. My hand came to rest on his thigh, feeling the muscle jump beneath my touch. The tentative explorations quickly ignited. His mouth was on mine, hungry and demanding, his hands mapping every curve and hollow of my body as if trying to memorize me. The rock, the sun, the forest—it all faded away until there was nothing but the friction of skin on skin, the gasps and sighs, and the overwhelming, primal need to consume and be consumed. It was raw, uninhibited, and utterly perfect.

A few days later, I was at the mailbox, wrestling with a stack of catalogs, when a car pulled up. He got out, a friendly smile on his face, and my heart hammered against my ribs.

"Hi, I'm Gabe. I think I'm your new neighbor," he said, extending a hand.

My husband, Mark, chose that moment to walk out. "Gabe! Great to see you again. Fiona, this is the guy I was telling you about, the one who bought the old Miller place. We really hit it off when I met him in town the other day."

I shook his hand, my fingers brushing his, the memory of his touch on my skin sending a jolt straight through me. "A pleasure," I managed, my voice steady.

Later that night, as we lay in bed, Mark was uncharacteristically quiet. "You know," he said, his tone casual, "Gabe seems like a really open-minded guy. He was telling me about some of his travels, some pretty wild stuff. It got me thinking… it would be interesting, don't you think? For the three of us to have a little fun together sometime."

I turned my head to look at my husband, my pulse a frantic drum in my ears, and said nothing at all.

The Threesome

The air in our living room was thick with unspoken history. Mark had chosen the film, a slow-burn psychological thriller notorious for its charged, lingering silences and scenes of raw, almost violent intimacy. He’d made popcorn, but the bowl sat untouched on the coffee table. Gabe sat in the armchair opposite the couch, while Mark and I were pressed together under a fleece blanket. Every time the film’s protagonists locked eyes, I could feel the tension ratchet up in the room, a palpable heat that had nothing to do with the fireplace.

On screen, a kiss deepened, becoming desperate and bruising. Mark’s hand, which had been resting on my thigh, began to move, tracing slow circles higher and higher until his fingers brushed the edge of my underwear. I let out a soft sigh, and my eyes drifted from the television to Gabe. He was watching us, not the movie. His gaze was dark, intense, and fixed on the place where Mark’s hand disappeared under the blanket. The blatant hunger in his expression was a jolt of pure electricity straight to my core.

Mark must have felt me tense, because he leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "It's okay, Fiona," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Look at him." He gave a subtle nod toward Gabe. "He wants you."

That was all it took. The last thread of restraint snapped. I held Gabe’s gaze as Mark’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, stroking me with a practiced touch that made my hips arch. A low groan escaped Gabe’s lips as he stood, shedding his shirt as he crossed the room. He knelt before the couch, his hands bracing on the cushion on either side of my legs. Mark didn't stop; he only shifted, giving Gabe room as his other hand came up to cup my breast.

genre - band mates to lovers, smut, fluff 

featured - changbin, hyunjin, felix, I.N, leeknow, ot8 skz, JYP

summary - chan was the jealous type, jealous over jisung, they couldnt keep their hands or thoughts to themselves, even in public. until it was just them two.

age rating - 18+ (minors please do not interact!!)

warnings! - swearing, smut and fluff, pet names, slight hair pulling, unprotected sex, oral sex, deepthraoting, anal fingering, slight praising, teasing, coming out to the group.

notes - requested by a friend!! lmk if there’s any spelling errors!!

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it was a normal day, 3racha in the studio, talking about the upcoming album with skigji, how many tracks, what the title track will be and when it releases. everyone was busy, talking and writing down ideas. they came up with the idea to have 9 tracks called bleep, ceremony, creed, mess, in my head, pheonix, ghost, half time and 0801. ceremony being the title track, and it would release on august 22nd, 2025. the boys had this album in preparation throughout the year, recording some songs while on tour. 

it wasn’t long till the session ended with staff leaving while 3racha stayed back to talk about some tour related stuff.

“if we bring some recording equipment along with us on the North America tour then we can get some songs done with quicker.” chan insisted, both changbin and jisung agreed with the idea and left it as that.

all 3 left not long left after, chan locking the door behind him as he was the only one who had the key to that studio. they checked out of JYP building and started walking back over towards the dorms, it was already pitch black outside due to the longer time they spent in there. jisung was slightly scared of the dark so he started clinging onto changbins big muscles whenever he heard a sound. chan had been slightly jealous that jisung gave more of his attention to changbin and not him. did bangchan… have a crush on jisung…? no way, that was his band member, there was no way he could have a crush on him, right?

changbins dorm wasn’t near jisungs nor chans dorms so he left them two a bit earlier, causing han to have no other choice but to cling onto chan whenever he got scared.

there was a massive bang behind the two, causing both of them to whip their heads around as jisung jumped towards chan, gripping onto his muscled arm tightly and shoving his face into it. just from that friction chan got of his own band member gripping onto him like a scared puppy made a knot grow in the bottom of his stomach. he had gotten a boner. he wrapped his arm around jisungs body, telling him it was okay and there was nothing there, trying to not make it obvious he has a boner.

he walked jisung back to his dorm that he shared with minho and walked back to his dorm on his own, the tightness of his jeans slightly wrapping around his hard boner tortured him the whole walk home. god he needed to cum so badly. 

as he walked in the door, he took his shoes off and said hi to I.N as they both shared the dorm. there was so much clutter around the front door, you could barely get past it without tripping over. chan walked towards his room, frantically unzipping his jeans to let his thick cock out. the tip was red and throbbing with a little pre cum spilling out the top, he jumped onto his bed and quickly wrapped his hand around his length, pumping slowly, remembering how jisung had clinged onto him after a small bang. god he looked so cute in chans vision. his breath hitches as his hand wraps round his limp cock with a tighter grip, throwing his head back against the headboard.

“shit jisung-ah…” he whimpered out, head full of times jisung gave him attention.

his thumb flicks over the head of his cock, causing his body to slightly jolt upwards. chan smirked as he imagined it was jisung doing that to him and begins to deliberately rub against his slit, more pre cum spilling out.

chan couldnt even register what was going on around him, his hand wraps around his cock once more and jerks himself off rough and firmly, his eyes now squeezed shut on every last twitch and movement he’s making. desperate moans spill from those pretty plumped lips as he frantically thrusts into his own hand; head thrown back and arching gorgeously. his other hand slips down to fondle with his balls and squeezes down on them right as he squeezes the head of his cock, it was too much. he almost  screamed when he feels himself painting over his fresh bed sheets in thick, warm spurts of liquid.

he took a few short breaths, snapping back to reality realising he just jerked off towards his own member. after getting his breath back to normal, he sprung up from his bed and pulled his jeans back up while grabbing his bed sheets to re wash. chan looked at his phone and realised it was already 2AM, he had a meeting with the PD and 3racha at 9AM. he didn’t even bother waiting for his bed sheets to wash, he instantly went to sleep, setting 5 alarms just incase.

the next morning 

chan woke up at 7AM, he only slept for 4 hours but he was just happy he woke up on time, enough time to go for a run, have a shower and make breakfast without having to rush.

he grabbed some sports clothes from his closet, grabbing his bag, hat and airpods as he put on some running shoes and left the dorm quietly, trying to not wake I.N up. he couldn’t get stupid scenarios of him and jisung having sex out of his head, they flooded his brain while running, making him loose focus on where he was running towards. he snapped out of it, putting his airpods in and focused on getting his fitness up. after 30 minutes of running, he arrived back at the dorms, sweat dripping everywhere and hair sticking to his forehead underneath the hat, instantly grabbing a towel and rushing into the shower as it was already 8AM. 

after a 10 minute shower, he rushed back into his room, towel slightly unwrapping around his waist but it was fine, hes already naked enough around the dorm, grabbing his black suit I.N had ironed and hung up for him while he was on his morning run. stumbling over the long bottoms, he walked into the kitchen where I.N had already made his breakfast, some cereal with pineapple juice as always.

“oh yeah, chani-hyung!! jisung stopped by to see if you were ready so he could walk over to JYP building with you but i told him that you was on your run. he came in and i made him some food while he told me about a secret crush he had! he said it was some guy with short black hair, a big nose and always wears a black tank top.” I.N said, still busy making his own breakfast.

everything jisung described was exactly chan. short black hair, big nose and he always wore a black tank top. he completely froze at that point. chan had no idea jisung liked guys, he thought he only liked girls, well, he flirted with minho a lot that kinda showed he likes guys but that couldve just been for the camera? “chani-hyung? are you okay? you need to hurry up before your late for the meeting”

he snapped back to reality and quickly finishing he breakfast, thanking jeongin as he clicked the door shut. bodyguards were already waiting outside for chan so they could walk him over safely as it was daylight, didn’t want any crazy fans making him late. 

“chan-ah!!” jisung and changbin both shouted, waiting in the lobby for him.

“shit, sorry guys! i got a bit distracted and came as quick as i could!!” chan said, eyes focusing fully on han. he looked perfect, he looked like chan could fuck him right there and not care about anyone seeing.

all 3 of them rushed into the elevator, fixing their hair and suits in the mirror before knocking on the PD’s door. “come in!!” the PD shouted. they walked in, greeting him, bowing and shaking his hand before they sat down at his desk, chan in the middle of course with han and changbin on opposite sides. 

as the PD sat down, jisung felt a warm hand creep up onto his thigh. it was chan. jisung froze up completely, his ears become red slightly while he stared at an object on the PD’s desk.

“jisung, are you listening?” the PD said, making jisung look directly at him, blinking dumbly then looking at the other two, completely confused on everything.

“o-oh um yeah sorry.” jisung said, looking back to the PD. his eyes fell to his lap, chans hand wasn’t there anymore, he thought he imagined it completely until he looked up at chan slightly to see his mischievous smirk on his face, jisung didn’t imagine it, chans hand was definitely on his lap.

 as the PD turned around to write something on the whiteboard about the upcoming world tour, chan slipped his hand back onto jisungs lap, not caring if changbin saw. he dipped his hand lower into jisungs inner thigh, lightly squeezing the spot chan found a while ago from play fighting. jisungs mouth opened slightly, taking a deep breath at the pressure as chan slowly dragged his hand upwards on jisungs thigh, making it even more risky. 

what if the PD turned around and looked directly at them two and saw what was going on? that thought still didn’t stop chan from going higher tho. he reached jisungs covered cock, he was already hard from the teasing chan did at first, making him put his palm against jisungs hard, covered cock and pushed down slightly, causing jisung to grab his wrist as he let out a silent gasp, gripping onto the arm on his chair.

“chris…” jisung quietly whispered, staring directly at chan. chan was focused on what the PD was writing on the board, choosing to ignore jisung completely while holding back a smile.

2 hours past by

 all 3 thanked the PD as they left his office, starting a conversation about who should start the recording for BLEEP first, they suggested changbin started the recording session that day with his rap part as they walked back to the dorms to change into more comfy clothes. 

“jeongin-ah, i’m home!! me, changbin and han will be at the studio so we can get started with the recording session for BLEEP, come to the studio at around 3:30pm for your recording.” chan said while walking into his room to grab some more comfy clothes. grey sweats, a hoodie, his Fendi beanie and of course, a black tank top.

chan walked back over to the JYP building, his lyric book and some other equipment in his bag, his head still taken over with thoughts about jisung. 

he was the first one in the studio so he set up equipment, putting changbins lyric paper on the stand in the recording booth, cleaning the microphone and opened up his laptop. it was only those 3 today, all staff was too busy so the PD told chan he could just take over for now, which chan understood how to do easily. both changbin and jisung came in at the same time like they walked over together, they both set their bags down and sat on the couch in the back while chan described how today’s recording session was going to work.

“right, changbin you will record first, jisung will be second, I.N will be third, seungmin will be fourth, hyunjin will be fifth, felix will be sixth, leeknow will be seventh and i’ll be last. changbin, we will start from your rap whenever your ready to go in” chan said, skimming through his notes as changbin agreed to the schedule. on the other hand, jisung was completely distracted, he wouldnt stop staring at chans arms, the way they looked so smooth and muscular sent shivers down his spine. it was obvious jisungs crush was chan and chan knew it. 

changbin had a last few sips of his iced americano before walking into the recording booth, putting the headphones on and looking through the lyric sheet. jisung moved onto one of the wheeled chairs and rolled his way over to chan at the desk, looking at his notebook. 

“not your turn yet baby” chan said, still flipping through his notebook.

the pet name made jisungs eyes widen, he had a massive kink for pet names but chan didn’t know that. his hands fell into his lap, covering the obvious boner he had just from being called ‘baby’, chan quickly noticed out the corner of his eye and teased him about it. “got a boner from a little nickname ay? your so cute jisungie” chan knew exactly what he was doing.

changbin asked what was taking so long, chan had completely forgotten to play the demo so changbin could warm up his voice, he quickly turned on the mic and said sorry while playing the demo.

after a few warmups from changbin, he told chan he was ready to start recording some lines, completely oblivious that jisung had gotten a boner from chan just on the other side of the studio. chan started recording each line changbin did, giving him some tips on how to sing it a certain way or not, jisung who was still sat in the chair next to chan, he still had a boner, his cock was twitching under his sweats and boxers, begging to be taken advantaged of by none other than christopher.

chan noticed jisung was struggling to contain himself so he moved his hand from the desk to jisungs lap, creeping up to his covered length. jisung wasn’t as big as chan but chan didn’t care about that, he pulled at jisungs waistband causing a whimper out of jisung. eventually chan put his hand in his boxers fully and wrapped his hand around jisungs tip, smearing his pre cum over the throbbing tip. jisung couldnt help it and told chan to go faster, chan didn’t listen, focusing on changbins recording until jisung grabbed chans wrist and started pumping his cock for him.

thankfully, jisung was on the opposite side of chan so if changbin were to look through the glass, he wouldn’t be able to see jisung slowly loosing himself. 

chan said he was going to the bathroom and told changbin that jisung would take over for now but actually, he slid under the desk, pulling out jisungs cock, ready to suck him till he couldn’t take it anymore. 

a hand gently rested on the back of chans head as he tilted it down, ready to open his mouth to swallow jisung whole. with help from jisungs hand and a gently light movemnt of his hips, it glided in, his hand working chans head up and down slowly, making his cock sometimes hit the back of chans throat, making him choke slightly. jisung had to do everything in his power to not let out any moans on accident.

changbin still had no idea what was happening, he had no clue that his band member was fucking their leaders throat right on the opposite side of the room. he finished his recording session and just before he could walk out and find chan under the table, chan rushed out and sat back in his chair like he had just came back from the toilet. changbin didn’t question it, he just grabbed his bags, said goodbye and left the studio for the rest of the day. before jisung could move towards the recording booth, chan gripped onto his wrists, pulling him onto his lap and making him stare into chans lust filled eyes.

“where do you think your going baby. i still have something to finish of you. go sit on the couch sweetie, i’ll be there in a second.” chan grinned. he got up and locked the door but also turnt on a separate recoding. “who knows, could use your moans as a sample for an upcoming song.”

jisung kicked off his shoes, sitting patiently, waiting for chan. chan walked over towards jisung, planting soft kisses agaisnt his lips, god those plump lips were everything to jisung. chans lips begin to move more fervently against jisungs own, his hands finding purchase everywhere he can reach. his hips, ass, thighs, anywhere that he can grip jisung and hold him tight. he felt chan grow hard underneath his sweatpants ontop of him, causing his own desire to rise.

chan moves his hands to the hem of jisungs shirt and he raise his arms so he can pull it off and toss it to the side. jisung fell back, head resting ontop of the couch armrest as chan climbed ontop of his lap. chan pauses for a moment, taking in the sight of jisungs bare chest before him. he runs his tongue along jisungs chest tattoo that chan had always loved, his eyes darkening with lust.

“channie…” jisung whined as chan sucked gently on his neck. he hums as he starts trailing kisses deeper down jisnungs body, gliding his tongue over his abs and stopping at the waistband.

chan pulled down jisungs sweats, pulling them off fully and throwing them to wherever he tossed jisungs shirt to. the only piece of clothing jisung had on left was his boxers, covering his hard cock that was twitching beneath chan everytime he moved against it. chan stood up and pulled down his own sweats, kicking them off his ankles and sat back ontop of jisungs lap, making him whine and buck his hips after the pressure that was against his cock. chans fat ass was sitting right against jisungs pelvis, making jisung a whining mess. he couldn’t wait any longer and started begging chan to fuck him.

“please chan-ah… t-touch me— fuck— wan’ more…” he begged like a helpless puppy begging for food.

that was all chan needed before he started moving backwards onto jisungs thighs, pulling his length out of his boxers, jisungs tip was red and throbbing, already dripping pre cum. chan bent down slightly and licked through the slit, catching every drop of pre cum on his tongue and swallowing it, making a few moans spill from jisung, his legs already trembling, needing chan to suck his throbbing cock already.

before jisung could even think about anything else, chan dipped his head down, taking jisungs length full without any warning. jisungs hands instantly found his way to chans soft, curly hair, gripping tightly as chan went faster. chan wouldnt stop bobbing his head up and down, sometimes hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard against jisung, causing him to grip chans hair tighter.

“fuck! chris!!” jisung screamed as chan went even faster.

his tip hit the back of chans throat, drawing out small gagging noises. his nose brushes against the lower part of jisungs stomach. jisung wanted to scream.

without thinking, he moves his hands through the dark curls, hips bucking up, going impossibly further down chans throat. but the other boy doesn’t even gag, just continues to let jisung gently face fuck him. his hands apply pressure to the back of his head, gripping his hair. 

chan moaned around him, sending vibrations down his dick. that was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“chris... I’m close.” he whispered, biting his lip. pulling off of him, chan looked at him with full lust in his gaze.

“be a good boy and finish down my throat.”

he stuck his head back down, taking jisung once more, all the way to the base of his cock, and moaned around him, sucking and licking. after a few jerked thrusts, jisung was spilling into him along with screams, a hot mess hitting the back of his throat. he felt chans throat constrict, swallowing all the hot spurts of cum easily, every last drop. he kept going until jisung was whimpering from overstimulation. he pulled off of him, panting, wiping the semen and drool from his lips, still looking into jisungs eyes.

chan crawled up slowly, planting soft, warm kisses against jisungs lips as he pulled him up from the couch, pulling his boxers all the way down and sat him down onto his lap, the cold air hit jisungs ass and he let out a sharp hiss.

one hand gripped onto jisungs waist and the other gripping onto his ass, chan kissed him deeply as he slapped jisungs ass loudly. his fingers made his way to jisungs hole, teasing it slightly causing jisung to whimper into the kiss. before chan stuck a finger in, he brought his hand up to jisungs mouth. “open baby,” he growled, jisung opening his mouth straight away, letting chans fingers enter. “now suck my love.”

jisung sucked frantically, wetting chans fingers with his saliva completely. once chan decided it was enough, he took his fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva still connected, and put his hands back at jisungs hole.

“colour?”

“green.”

with confirmation, chans fingers slipped right inside jisung, making him jolt up from the burn as he hadn’t been stretched before, chan let jisung get used to the feeling before pumping his fingers deeply in him, not fast just slow and softly, not trying to hurt his precious member. once jisung had gotten happy with the feeling, thats when chan started pumping his fingers more rougher.

“you’re so tight, baby,” chan grunted, pushing deeper until he was fully buried.

jisung gripped chans shoulders, his nails digging in, his head falling back. “oh, god, chris… so good…”

chan began to move, quicker than ever, steady rhythm, watching as jisungs eyes rolled back in pleasure. the first round was a discovery, a careful breaking of the dam. jisung was vocal, his sounds growing from soft whimpers to desperate moans that filled the warm, sex filled air. he arched into chan, his body begging for more, his chubby quokka cheeks flushed red.

“you like that, jisungie?” chan whispered against his ear, his fingers hitting hard against his prostate. “you like being stretched by me, huh?”

“yes! yes— chris! faster— fuck!” jisung pleaded, his legs wrapping around chan’s waist, pulling him in even closer. he came with a guttural cry, his body seizing on chans lap, letting his cum out all over chans black tank top.

“shit, look what did baby, and i havent even put my cock into you yet.” chan chuckled, pulling his tank top off.

lifting jisung off the couch, legs still wrapping around chans waist as he placed him down on the cold, hard floor, kissing him gently, telling jisung how well he’s doing.

chans soft lips along with his scent gland were replaced with sharp teeth, biting down harshly even as he positioned his cock between his legs, ready to thrust inside. the idea of being claimed by chan had jisung seeing stars.

jisung lets out a whimper as chan slowly sticks his dick into his ass. 

fucking hell.

it was so thick.

he let jisung get used to the thickness inside him before chan pulled back out. 

"wait- w-what are you doi-" chan cuts him off, slamming back into jisung, catching him off guard causing him to scream chans name. he repositioned jisungs legs, spreading them wider as he picked up the pace. "fuck— pup," chan groans, hands grabbing his hips tightly. jisung closes his eyes and throws his head back, the feeling of the thickness in his tight hole, just so good. a rough hand grabs his hair, forcing him to move his head to watch chans dick slide in and out. 

"look at me, watch me ruin this pretty whole of yours puppy, i’m going to fill you completely.” jisung lets out a loud groan to chans harsh words, it made him more aroused. he finds it adorable how jisungs healthy, long hair bounces as he gets a dick slammed into him.

his little whimpers start turning into moans, needy whines growing louder and louder, chans hips moving more frantically, he was close. the knot in his stomach burning, searching for a release. "mmmm fuck… I'm gonna cum in this pretty hole of yours jisung-ah… you take me so well…” chan said, panting as his thrust got rougher. his hands leave jisungs hips, going down to stroke his dick, jisung gripping onto possibly anything he could as chan fucked into his hole while quickly pumping his dick. 

"fuck chris!!! i-i’m going to— shit! i’m going to cum!!” he started thrusting deeper into jisungs already ruined hole, hitting his prostate harder than ever while still rapidly pumping his throbbing dick.

within 5 seconds, the room was full of groans and screams, the both came at the same time, jisung being filled to the brim with chans thick, hot cum, and jisung cumming all over his stomach as chan slowly stopped pumping his dick. 

before even letting chan pull out, jisung wobbled on his arms, attempting to lunged at chan and pushing him against the floor.

"w-what were you gonna do exactly, hm?" jisung breaths out, a cheeky grin on his face while his eyes struggle to stay open. “don’t pull out yet, i still need to ride you, with your cum in me.” he watches as slight anger filled chans face, he didn’t want jisung to ride him yet. "baby." he says, tone dripping with sarcasm. "who the fuck do you think you are?! your just a desperate pup for my cock." 

he lets jisung rant a bit, talking about how stupid he is and whatnot, how he desperately had to suck jisung off when changbin was in the other room, and how he couldn’t keep his hands off of jisungs lap while in an important meeting.

“if anything sweetie, your the desperate one. I.N told me all about how he heard you jerking off to me last night. couldnt hold it in your pants could you?”

"i swear, i will-" hes caught off by jisung harshly slamming back down onto his dick, earning the older a gasp. "yes, finally." jisung breathes. chan didn’t want jisung riding him yet but he finally gives him exactly what he wants, cause at the end of the day, he will always get what he wants. he slowly takes it out, before pushing it back in. he continues at this steady pace, slow as if jisung was glass. 

once jisung adjusted to his size again, he placed his hands on top of chans shoulders and started rolling his hips forward. chan lifts his head and watches jisung ride him, his eyes trail over jisungs slightly mussed hair, his parted lips, across his chest, his nipples hard with pleasure, all the way down to where the two are joined, the juices from chans leaking length had coated his cock as he pulls out slightly, he moans at the sight. his fingers dig into jisungs hips, willing him to move faster. jisung comply with his silent request, wanting to bring the both of them to climax.

chan leaving crescent indents onto jisungs hips as he finds that particular spot that catches his breath. jisung increased his pace, bouncing up and down while chan meets him with harsh thrusts of his hips. “thats it darling,” he praises. he moves one hand from his hip to between jisungs thighs; his thumb circling over jisungs pink tip. heat begins to pool in the pit of both their stomachs, growing in intensity with each thrust.

"you’re doing great, baby. taking me so well." chan whispered as he thrusted deeper.

chan shifts jisung a little bit, now fucking up into him at a slightly different angle. jisung arches his back and moans chan name out, chan smirks, knowing he found jisung spot again. he keeps fucking up into him, making jisung scream. it wasn’t long until chan reached his peak, slamming his hips up into jisung, the room full of skin slapping and moans. a few final thrusts and chan released fully inside of jisung, causing the to both groan as chan tried getting deeper inside, his legs slightly shuddering under jisung. 

jisung bent down, kissing chan softly on the lips. “you know, we should do this more chris. maybe even… date?” chans eyes widened at the sudden thought of dating his member, but he wanted to date jisung so badly, the way hes so fun to be around with his terrible aegyo made chan love him even more than just band mates. “jisung-ah, id love to date you…” 

5 months go past

one thing about chan is that he never wastes his time. there is always some song to start, or a lyric to be written, or his favourite game, genshin impact, begging him to play. to him, every second is priceless, which is exactly why he’s enjoying nothing more than watching jisung get ready. 

jisung sits at his desk, fingers moving through his hair as he scrolls on FANS, calm and unhurried. chan lasts maybe another thirty seconds on his bed before he’s taking the three steps to get to han. 

“c’mon,” he murmurs, padding over behind jisung. his hands give a squeeze on his shoulders. “how am I supposed to stay over there when you look so cute.”

jisung smiled, catching his reflection in his phone, hovering close. “i’m just looking at what STAY are saying.” 

“mhm,” he says, arms slipping around him, chin resting on jisungs shoulder. “thats exactly the problem.”  he presses a kiss to his temple, then another just below it. “you guve stay more attention to me, and we don’t get to visit eachothers dorms much,” he whispers, incessantly like jisung needed to hear it. 

jisung leans back into him, and he takes it as permission to kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “every time you don’t give me attention,” he nuzzles in closer, “y’kill me a little.” 

he finally turns his head, and he’s there immediately, kissing chan properly. when he pulls back, his forehead stays pressed to yours. “mmh,” he hums satisfied, “no better way I could be spending my time.”

since jisung and chan started dating, no one knew, not even the rest of the group but today they decided to tell them about it. chan called everyone the day before, telling them all to meet in his hotel at 1:43pm for a “meeting”. the group was confused as they had just got back from rehearsing for the concert, everything was discussed before at the venue so why would there need to be a meeting?

the group all walked in together, chan and jisung were sitting together, hands glued onto eachothers. 

“whats going on?” felix said confused. 

I.N instantly figured out what was happening, that day, jisung telling him about his crush, overhearing chan jerk off to jisung, them two constantly hanging out more than usual, it all made sense. 

“so um… we have something to tell you guys, we’ve been keeping it a secret for around 5 months now…” jisung quietly saying, making the group more nervous. “what is it? is something wrong?” hyunjin rushed them slightly. they both took a deep breath as they looked into eachothers eyes before nodding in agreement. 

“w-we… we are like… uh, we are-“ “were dating!!” chan blurted out, cutting off jisungs sentence. the room went silent. not a sound. not a move. nothing. everyones eyes widened, staring at the two, tightly holding hands. leeknow broke the scilence, “about time you told us!! jisung wouldnt shut up about chan recently. “i’m going to hang out with chan” “chan is so funny” “chan” it was all about him ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ” he laughed out. I.N also joined in, “yeah chan wouldnt shut up how he was hanging out with han ㅋㅋ“ causing everyone to start chatting about how they’ve been glued together for the past few months.

“wait, is that why chan was under the desk during the BLEEP recording session? i thought he was just grabbing a pen!! don’t tell me…” changbin gasped as the sudden realisation hit him. the group all looked at changbin then at the two, surprised at what they just heard. “sheesh you guys are freaks.” chan and jisung frozen completely at the idea of changbin realising what happened that day.

after a little bit of chatter, everyone started leaving to go back to their own rooms while jisung stayed with chan of course.