Jeongin and Seungmin

Jeongin had never been sucked off before, and Seungmin offered himself to give him his first experience

Chan and Seungmin

Chan was already frustrated from working all hours of the night, but after Seungmin opened his mouth with another tease, Chan had to put him in his place. He may have gotten a little rough, but seungmin liked it.

Part 2 ft. Changbin

Hyunjin and Seungmin

Hyunjin was dying to touch Seungmin all day after rehearsal. Seungmin finally gave in and rode him.

Lee Know and Seungmin

Lee Know knew how to push all the right buttons, including the ones to make Seungmin cry.

Jeongin and Seungmin

Jeongin can't help but fuck his favorite hyung deep

Han and Seungmin

Han quickly got addicted to fucking Seungmin, so much so that he fucked him like it was his life's purpose

Part 2

Chan and Seungmin

Chan couldn't sleep, and decided to wake Seungmin up the only way he could

Jeongin and Seungmin

Jeongin needed to pound into his favorite hyung and make that puppy grunt

Felix and Seungmin

AN: now this took... i'm not even gonna lie, like 7 hours.... uh you can read the game of sardines: found you before if you'd like, although ig it doesn't matter bc this is 3.9k words of porn...

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“Found you,” Seungmin says flatly from the shadows.

You squeak. Chan’s hand freezes on your cheek. Minho’s grip tightens fractionally. Changbin just groans.

“Of course it’s you,” he mutters. “Fucking elf ears.”

“I heard you arguing,” Seungmin deadpans, stepping into the hidden hollow, unimpressed and gorgeous in that maddening way only he can be. “If the goal was stealth, you’ve all failed spectacularly.”

You’re about to retort, defend your honor, or at least your hiding skills, when the leaves above rustle again.

“HEY!” someone shouts gleefully. “Did I win? Did I win-wait, WHAT is happening?”

A blur of wings and glitter bursts through the ivy. Jisung skids to a stop mid-air, nearly colliding with Seungmin. His eyes go wide.

“...Oh.”

His gaze drops to the pile of limbs and flushed skin, Minho coiled possessively around you, Changbin bracketing your side, Chan’s thumb still stroking your cheek like a promise. Jisung’s eyes flash gold.

“I knew something was up. You started the game without me.”

“Depends what game you mean,” Minho murmurs, deadly amused.

“Oh, fuck this,” Seungmin says, unbuttoning his cuffs. “I’m not letting snake-boy win again.”

“What? Wait, no, no?!” you squirm, but too late.

Seungmin sinks to his knees beside you, dragging his fingers up your calf with maddening precision. “Just checking if anyone else already claimed this leg.”

“You’re all insane,” you gasp, already breathless.

A shimmer to your left. The leaves part again. Soft blue light filters in.

Felix. Hair dripping, shoulders bare, water-beaded lashes blinking in the glow. His eyes lock on yours, wide and reverent. Then, lower.

His mouth parts. He tilts his head.

“Felix, no.” you whisper, but he’s already crawling into the mess of bodies. His fingers brush your ankle. Featherlight. Seeking permission.

“You look overwhelmed,” Chan murmurs, lips at your temple. “Should we stop?”

“No,” comes another voice. Hyunjin, stepping through the glade like a storm in bloom. Petals scatter behind him. His eyes are fireflies in the dusk. “I haven’t had a turn.”

“You don’t get a turn,” Seungmin snaps.

“I found her too, Min.”

“Technically, she’s mine,” Minho purrs.

“Guys…”

“Mine,” Jeongin growls from above.

You all freeze. The kitsune is crouched on a low-hanging branch, tails swaying lazily behind him, eyes gleaming gold.

“I left her a trail,” he says smugly. “Ribbons. She followed mine. So technically, she chose me.”

The quiet before the storm doesn’t last.

The second Jeongin hits the forest floor, laughing through his teeth with tails swishing like smug banners, everything shifts. The magic in the trees stills, waiting. Even the wind seems to hush.

You blink, and suddenly your dress is hiked to your waist, soft cotton bunched in Minho’s fist, cool coils rippling beneath your thighs as he adjusts you. His tongue clicks thoughtfully behind your ear.

“She’s wet,” he murmurs, low and reverent. “She likes being caught.”

“She liked me first,” Changbin growls, arms sliding under your knees. He lifts you like nothing, bracing your back against his chest so your legs fall open. “I make her scream, remember?”

“Guys!” you gasp, mortified. Your hands scrabble for balance, gripping at Minho’s shoulder, Chan’s wrist, whoever’s closest.

Felix’s cool palm strokes your ankle.

Then you feel it… drip?

A slick, warm touch, Chan’s fingers, gliding gently up your thigh, wet and shimmering. Naiad magic, his own liquid essence slicking you open.

“She’s not ready,” Chan murmurs, always the caretaker. “She’s going to be sore if you start rushing.”

“Let her be sore,” Seungmin says from behind you, cool voice slicing through the heat. “She can take it.”

He drops to his knees behind your raised hips, hands steady on your waist. The moment his chest brushes your back, you feel his cock, hard and flushed, drag between your cheeks.

“You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?” Seungmin whispers, cocky now, voice pitched just low enough for the others to growl.

“I was gonna warm her up first,” Jeongin whines, slinking closer, stripping off his loose robe. His tails twitch anxiously as he kneels beside Chan, eyeing your slick folds. “Now you’re all crowding! Hyung, tell them!”

“You’ve got a mouth, don’t you?” Seungmin snaps.

Jeongin pouts, and before you can react, he moves, one hand bracing beside your face, the other nudging your jaw open. He leans in, flushed and needy. 

“I’ll make her ready,” he whispers, just before his lips meet yours.

Jeongin’s kiss is messy. Desperate. You feel the tremble in his lips, the clumsy push of his tongue, and something in your chest aches for him. He’s trying so hard. Pouring everything into it, even when his breathing stutters, even when his tails twitch erratically and he pulls back with a hiccupped moan.

“You taste like magic,” he whimpers.

Chan chuckles softly beside him, brushing Jeongin’s cheek with his knuckles. “You’re drooling.”

“Shut up,” Jeongin hisses, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Then focus.” Chan’s voice darkens. “She’s soaking. She’s ready for you. But if you can’t make her come at least once, you’re moving.”

Jeongin’s eyes flash gold. “I can!”

He drops between your thighs. Everything happens fast. His warm hands part your legs wider, and then his tongue slides through your folds with a devastating slowness.

You choke on a gasp. “Oh my god,”

Jeongin moans into your cunt like he’s the one being pleasured, hands trembling where they clutch your thighs. The flat of his tongue licks up your slick, then back down, and then the tip flutters against your clit.

You arch. He groans again.

“She’s squirming,” Hyunjin murmurs from the other side of the glade, brushing fingers down your arm. “Should we hold her down?”

“No one’s stopping you,” Minho drawls. “She’s just getting started.”

Chan doesn’t speak. He kneels behind Jeongin, one hand gently braced on the kitsune’s lower back. The other slips low, helping guide Jeongin’s rhythm, two slick-naiad fingers spreading your folds open wider so Jeongin’s tongue can plunge deeper.

“Good boy,” Chan says, voice like rushing water. “Keep that pace.”

You cry out, hips bucking into Jeongin’s mouth, and Chan just grins as Jeongin chases the motion, moaning desperately into your cunt.

“She’s close,” Changbin pants behind you. “Let me- fuck, let me see her face,”

“I’m watching,” Seungmin mutters, voice wrecked. You can feel him stroking himself behind you, cockhead dragging across your lower back.

Jeongin whines.

“Hyung?” he gasps, lifting his head for a second, face absolutely soaked in your slick. “She’s-she’s twitching. I think she’s gonna-”

“Don’t stop,” Chan growls. He presses Jeongin’s face back down.

You shatter, White heat floods your body, your thighs snap tight around Jeongin’s head, and you scream. The forest doesn’t echo it, it swallows it, lets you pour it out like stormwater. Jeongin moans brokenly against you the whole time, licking through your orgasm like it’s feeding him.

When you finally slump, breath ragged, Jeongin pulls back with a dazed smile, lower lip trembling.

“She’s so soft,” he whispers. “I wanna stay there forever.”

“You had your turn,” Minho says darkly, rising behind you.

He shifts his coils beneath your hips, spreading you out on your back like a gift.

“She’s open now.”

You hear the slick drag of flesh. A heavy breath. Then the blunt pressure of two cocks rubbing against your folds, both long, both hot, both leaking.

Minho growls. “Let’s see how much more she can take.”

The heat between your thighs still pulses, the echo of your orgasm humming through every nerve like your body’s been tuned to the forest itself. But the moment Minho settles between your legs, his tail rippling beneath your back like a living cradle, that afterglow shifts.

He growls, not loud, but low and possessive, like thunder that hasn’t decided if it wants to strike.

“You came on Jeongin’s tongue,” he murmurs, stroking a thumb over your hipbone. “But you haven’t come on me yet.”

“Minho,” you breathe, half-plea, half-warning.

He doesn’t answer. Just presses, both of his cocks, thick, ridged, leaking clear fluid, slide against your cunt, gliding through the mess Jeongin and Chan made of you. One drags over your clit, slow and devastating. The other slots lower, slipping between your folds like it belongs there.

“Feel that?” he whispers, grinding forward.

You twitch. You whimper.

Because it’s too much. The pressure. The heat. The fact that there are two cocks rubbing against your core and neither are inside yet. Just teasing, gliding, claiming.

“God, that’s obscene,” Seungmin mutters behind you, voice hoarse. “He’s not even fucking her.”

“Yet,” Minho says smugly.

Jeongin collapses beside your head, face flushed and damp, tails curled tight around himself like he’s trying to self-soothe. “I wanna be her,” he mumbles, utterly spent.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Changbin groans.

You are. You can hear it, each roll of Minho’s hips making the most filthy squelch, both cocks soaked and dragging through your folds with deliberate rhythm.

Felix is on his knees now, watching from the edge of the mossy clearing, tongue between his teeth. His webbed fingers clench uselessly in his lap, and when he finally dares to crawl forward, Minho hisses at him.

“Wait your turn, fishboy.”

But Felix only tilts his head, glowing eyes full of gentle defiance.

Chan reaches out, holding Minho back with a palm to the chest. “Let him stay close. He doesn’t need to fuck her to feel included.”

Minho snarls, but doesn’t stop you from reaching for Felix’s hand. The mermaid twines his fingers with yours immediately, reverent, like your grip is the anchor he’s been searching for.

“F-Felix,” you gasp, as Minho grinds harder, one cock dragging over your entrance, the other teasing your clit.

Felix just nods, kisses your wrist, and watches every second.

You don’t notice him at first. Too busy drowning in the slick drag of Minho’s cocks, the whisper of Felix’s fingers in yours, the residual buzz of Jeongin’s tongue still echoing across your clit.

“Move your arms,” a voice huffs from somewhere very close to your chest. “C’mon-up-no, ugh, fine.”

You blink.

Han is between your breasts. Small, not tiny like a fairy, just… condensed. Naked, flushed, wings twitching furiously behind him, glitter dusted along his collarbones. His cock is hard. Red. Barely the size of two fingers. Currently sliding between your tits while he clutches at them like they’re the only thing anchoring him to this plane of existence.

“H-Hannie?!”

“Shhh!” he whines. “I never get to go first, so shut up and let me- fuck, please?”

He bucks, hips jerking wildly as he thrusts between the soft press of your breasts. It’s not elegant. It’s not even paced. It’s desperate.

His wings are fluttering with every needy sound he makes, and his cheeks are blotchy pink, lip trembling. “Been hard since you ran, you know,” he pants. “You ran, and your tits bounced, and -I followed the trail, and fuckfuckfuck-”

Minho doesn’t even stop.

He shifts one coil under your shoulders, lifting your chest just enough to trap Han tighter, pinning him perfectly between the mounds of your breasts.

“Go on, pixie,” Minho mutters, amused. “Let her see how pretty you look when you beg.”

“Not begging,” Han huffs, thrusting faster. “Just- nghh, pleasuring my caretaker,”

You can’t help it. You squeeze your tits together, watching as his tiny cock slips between them, glistening and twitching. Han squeaks.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gasps. “I’m-I’m gonna,”

He does. With a high, breathless cry, he spills across your chest, thin ribbons painting your collarbones and throat, sparkling faintly like stardust. His wings flutter weakly, hips twitching, and he collapses forward with a shudder.

“Stars,” he whimpers. “I love you.”

You’re still gasping from Minho’s teasing when Han passes out gently against your sternum, sticky and glowing.

Changbin reaches over, wipes some of the glittering cum from your skin, licks it off his thumb, and hums.

“Sweet,” he says. “Figures.”

Minho chuckles low, grabbing your hips, and he finally begins to push inside. One cock. Thick. Stretching. Your body gives, just barely, and Minho groans.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses, head dropping as he sinks into you. “This, this is what I wanted.”

Then the other cock presses against your clit again, sliding messily through the slick there, adding just enough friction to make your back arch. It’s too much. Your body’s still pulsing from Jeongin. And now Minho’s cock is inside, dragging slow and possessive, while the other one stimulates you without mercy.

You’re already whining, trembling, hips rocking instinctively, and Minho loves it.

“Say it,” he growls, leaning over you, eyes glowing like sunlit gold. “Say I make you feel full.”

You whimper. “M-Minho~”

“Say it.”

“You-” your voice breaks. “You make me feel full. I feel full!”

Minho moans, driving in deeper.

When your orgasm hits, it takes everyone with it. You clench around him so hard he nearly bites down on your shoulder. The second cock grinding against your clit pulses, spilling slick onto your skin, and Minho growls, fucking you through it with possessive, rolling thrusts.

“She’s still shaking,” Jeongin mumbles, eyes wide.

“You’ve got her all stretched out now,” Seungmin says behind you, breathing fast. “I’m going next.”

Minho laughs darkly, still buried deep. You barely feel the shift. One moment Minho is filling you with heat and pressure, dragging two cocks through your slick folds. The next, Seungmin’s strong hands are flipping you over, pressing you down into the moss with such purposeful control it makes your head spin.

Your knees hit the soft earth. Your cheek presses against the leaves and dirt. Seungmin’s hand is in your hair, yanking gently to arch your back.

“Look at you,” he mutters, voice sharp and quiet. “Dripping all over the ground. Shaking like a leaf.”

“I? w-wait-” you stammer, half-laugh, half-plea, but he’s already nudging his cock against your entrance. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t tease. He just pushes in.

You cry out. The stretch is brutal, different from Minho. Seungmin is thick, straight, deep, and he doesn’t ease you into it.

“Minho made you soft for me,” he growls, thrusting deep in a single smooth snap of his hips. “Now I get to feel it.”

“F-Fuck,”

“Language.” He yanks your hair, arching your back even more. “Don’t want the poet to think you’re uncultured.”

You blink, dazed, just as a shadow falls over you.

Hyunjin.

He kneels in front of you, silent at first, watching. His fingers are cold where they brush your jaw, then lift it. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, flushed and elegant like the rest of him, already leaking.

“Can I?” he asks, soft as falling leaves.

You nod, too far gone to form words, and he guides your mouth open, sliding in slow.

You gag around the tip, he’s long, but Hyunjin just shushes you, brushing hair from your face as he starts to fuck your throat in time with Seungmin’s punishing pace.

“There,” Seungmin mutters. “Look at her. So obedient when she’s stuffed.”

You moan around Hyunjin’s cock. He twitches on your tongue, hissing through his teeth.

“She’s clenching,” Seungmin groans. “Like she likes this. Like she wants more.”

Hyunjin leans down, lips brushing your ear even as his hips roll forward again.

“Will you let me fill your mouth?” he whispers, voice dizzy with reverence. “You’re a poem in bloom, beloved. Let me write myself into you.”

You try to moan a yes. He understands, you think Seungmin grips your hips harder, slamming into you, hips slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“She’s gonna come again,” he pants.

“You can do it,” Hyunjin whispers, tears glimmering in the corners of his eyes as he fucks your throat with slow, reverent thrusts. “Come for us.”

Seungmin drives deep one last time, holding you there as your body shakes, spasms, orgasm ripping through you like fire through dry leaves. You come hard, clenching around his cock as Hyunjin gasps above you.

Hot, thick ropes flood your mouth. Hyunjin’s fingers hold your jaw open as he spills down your throat, crying your name like a psalm.

Seungmin isn’t far behind. He hisses through his teeth and comes inside you, cock twitching, buried so deep it feels like you can taste him.

Both of them slow, panting, chests heaving.

Seungmin groans, pulling out and watching his cum drip down your thighs. “She’s a mess.”

“A masterpiece,” Hyunjin corrects, smiling with stars in his eyes.

Behind them… A low growl. “My turn.”

You don’t even have time to turn around before thick, strong arms are hauling you into a lap of pure heat and muscle. The moment you’re hauled into his lap, you feel the difference.

The others make you tremble. But Changbin makes you small.

He’s burning hot, skin like sun-warmed stone, muscles shifting under your thighs like boulders. His chest is broad enough to cradle you, thick arms flexing as he adjusts your hips. And beneath you… His cock. 

You feel it before you see it. Thick. Heavy. Pushing up against your slick folds like it’s already claimed you. It throbs where it rests, hot against your inner thigh, already leaking.

“Oh my god…” you whisper.

You glance down, and your breath stops. It’s huge. Thick enough that your fingers barely meet if you wrap them around it. Longer than any of the others. The flushed head glistens with precum, veins bulging along the shaft, and when you look up, Changbin’s grinning.

“Scared?” he teases, voice a low, rumbling purr.

You shake your head, throat tight. “No?”

He lifts your hips. “Prove it.”

You whimper as the head presses against your entrance, hot, blunt, impossibly wide. He doesn’t shove. He waits. Letting your weight sink down, your body stretch around the sheer girth of him.

Every inch is a battle. Your cunt burns, stretched wide, clenching desperately as you sink down bit by bit. The others watch, some panting, some stroking themselves.

Seungmin mutters something about ruining you. Minho looks jealous. And Han, perched sleepily on Chan, moans, half-delirious.

“It doesn’t fit.”

Changbin groans, grip trembling as he guides you lower. “That’s it. Nice and slow. Gonna feel me in your stomach, sweetheart.”

You already do. By the time you’ve taken half of him, you can feel the pressure against your cervix, deep and hot and devastating.

And still, he holds you there. “Look at that,” he pants. “Taking me like a good girl. So tight, even after all those cocks.”

He shifts, just slightly.

Your eyes roll back. “Changbin- Oh my god!”

“You feel that?” he asks, voice cracked with need. “That’s me, baby. All of me. You’re fucking choking on it.”

You can’t speak. Can’t breathe. He lifts you. Lowers you. Just once. Your whole body shakes.

“Binnie fuck- you’re too!”

“You can take it,” he growls. “I know you can. You’re my good girl, right? My perfect little thing?”

You nod, tears slipping down your cheeks from the stretch alone. Your hands grip his shoulders like a lifeline as you slowly begin to ride him, gasping with every inch you take.

It’s not fast. It’s overwhelming. The drag of him against your walls, the stretch, the feeling of being utterly stuffed, it’s almost too much.

He loves it. He watches your face the whole time, watches you cry, watches your thighs shake, watches you fall apart without ever needing to pound into you.

“You’re already full,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “But you’re still taking more. Fuck. You’re gonna make me-”

You clench around him, moaning loud enough to make the trees stir. Changbin throws his head back, and roars. He holds you down as he spills inside you, hot and thick, so much it leaks out around him while he’s still buried to the hilt. You twitch on top of him, eyes wide, walls fluttering… Your third orgasm crashes through you like a wave.

You collapse against his chest, shaking. And still full. So full.

“Look at that belly,” Minho mutters somewhere nearby. “He fucking stuffed her.”

Changbin just groans, arms wrapped around you, rocking you gently even as his cock twitches inside you.

“Mine,” he says. “My good girl.”

You’re still catching your breath when a quiet ripple breaks the moment.

Water. Soft and cold. Lapping at your skin.

Felix.

Curled where the spring now meets the edge of the glade, half-submerged in water that wasn’t there moments ago. His tail glows softly in the night, glistening sapphires and opals, twitching with restrained energy. His eyes, wide, shining, desperate. 

In your hazy brain you half wonder how he even got over here. You try to move, still shaking from how full Changbin left you. But Felix doesn’t come closer.

He stays, hands white-knuckled on the bank, water lapping at his hips, until Chan appears behind him, emerging from the shallows like he was always there. One palm on Felix’s lower back. His other hand brushes up through dripping curls.

“He wants to,” Chan says softly. “If you’ll have him.”

Felix’s eyes flick to you, pleading, hungry, hopeful. You nod. Without hesitation. 

Felix, shudders. Breath hitching. Lips parted but voiceless. He lets Chan guide him forward, across the mossy shore, slow and reverent. You reach for him, hand brushing his cheek, and he melts into it.

He presses his face to your thigh, kissing the inside softly. You can feel his breathing, unsteady. Needy.

Chan leans down and whispers beside his ear, “You want her to see you, don’t you?”

Felix nods.

“Then show her.”

A flush blooms over his neck as he shifts, tail twitching. Just below the join of his shimmering scales, the skin parts slightly, a tiny, pink slit pulsing with slick, so sensitive you see his whole body flinch from the exposure alone.

“Look how pretty you are,” Chan murmurs, watching over his shoulder. “So soft. So ready.”

The slit quivers again. Faintly swelling, a slim cock begins to emerge, no thicker than two of your fingers side-by-side. Translucent. Blushing pink. Glistening with pre.

Felix whines, barely audible, hips twitching forward into nothing.

You cup him gently, he gasps, the sound caught in his throat, and when you stroke him once, carefully, he jerks so hard Chan has to steady him with both hands.

“Sensitive,” Chan breathes, eyes flicking to you. “Don’t stroke too much. Just kiss him. Hold him. He wants to please you, not finish too fast.”

Felix moans behind closed lips. You lower yourself, press a kiss to the tip of his cock, and he whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. His hips buck without control. His whole body arches.

“Again,” Chan says, guiding Felix’s hips. “Let her kiss you again.”

You do. Another kiss. A third. A soft kitten lick over the leaking head.

Felix shakes. His tail spasms. And then, he climaxes. His cock pulses weakly, leaking only a few trembling drops of cum, more slick than anything. It slides down your chin, and you lick it up gently.

He’s crying, silently, tears slipping down his cheeks as he buries his face in Chan’s chest.

You reach up, stroke his back, and whisper, “You did so well, baby. So sweet. So pretty.”

Chan kisses the crown of his head. “She means it. You’re perfect.”

Felix lets out a broken sigh, cock already retreating into his slit. You help him sink down against you, curling his tail around your feet like he never wants to be apart again. He nuzzles under your chin. Grateful. Breathless.

The moss shifts again.

Han, still panting, sat on Minho’s tail, wings twitching, slowly turns to everyone. “I can go again,” he whines, almost complaining. 

Before Seungmin all but bonks him on the head, "Shut up,"

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