#starrihan

You were huffing and puffing, cursing at yourself as you booked it up four flights of stairs, figuring it would be faster than waiting for the elevator in the physics building. You smile as you see the door to your lab, still open.

Taking a deep breath, you compose yourself before walking in, wiping away the sweat that had collected on your forehead. You look around to see that everyone was seated, you were the last person to arrive. Scanning the room for any empty seats, you sigh when the only one is at a table with two other guys. You sheepishly walk over, embarrassed at your late arrival, and take a seat.

“Ran from the other side of campus?”

The slightly taller male with a blonde streak across the back of his hair says, quirking an eyebrow at you. You nod, still a little out of breath.

“Not to mention that this class is 20 minutes away from my other class, and I only have 15 minutes to get here.”

The other boy with brown hair chuckles, amused at your disheveled state, but sympathetic nonetheless.

“At least you got here, right?”

You laugh a little with him, taking out your lab manual and a pencil.

“I’m Leehan, and this is Taesan. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Y/N.”

You do the lab with the two boys, getting to know them a little better as this first one was easy. You exchanged numbers with the boys, creating a group chat before leaving. 

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As the weeks slowly tick by, you’re assigned with your first group project for physics. Not knowing anyone else, you text Leehan and Taesan if you could work with them, already knowing that they would be working together. You were happy that they agreed, really not wanting to work with strangers, and you knew they were reliable based on how much they helped during your lab. You agreed to meet with them at the library later that week to work on it.

You made sure to ask them both what their favorite drink orders were, figuring that you’d need it to survive the almost 4 hour study session you’d booked out a room in the school’s library for. You got there first, putting the drinks on the table and getting your laptop out, settling in before preparing the project. Taesan arrived first, having just gotten out of class. 

“Hey, you been here long? I’m sorry I just got out of class.” 

He says, putting his stuff down on the seat across from you. He runs a hand through his hair, bouncing back to its original state. 

“No worries. I got here like 15 minutes ago but it’s fine. Do you know where Leehan is?”  

“Yeah, he texted me that he’d be running a bit late. He had a fish club meeting.” 

“Fish club?”

The boy nods his head, laughing to himself as he gets his laptop out as well. You sit and chat for a bit until Leehan shows up, hair sticking to his forehead, presumably from sweating on his way over. 

“I’m sorry I’m late! My meeting ran overtime.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure fish club required thorough discussion.” 

You say to which Taesan bursts out laughing, not expecting you to make a joke about it, leaving Leehan flabbergasted. 

“Hey! Fish are important! And it’s not ‘fish club’ it’s Aqua Life! How many times do I have to tell you that, Taesan?” 

“I know it’s Aqua Life but fish club is funnier! Makes it more bearable to hear you talking about it all the time.” 

He scoffs as he rolls his eyes, setting his stuff down and glaring at Taesan whose hand is clutching his stomach, laughter continuing to erupt from his mouth. You giggle as you watch them bicker, finding it amusing. They reach for their drinks at the same time, thanking you for bringing them.

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About 2 hours into working, Leehan decides to take a break, announcing that he would be stepping out of the room. You nod to him, assuring him it’s okay before going back to work, but you note the smirk that plays on Taesan’s face as they exchange knowing looks. You brush it off for now, trying to focus on your work. The room is silent save for a few clicks here and there when one of you would start typing. You were so focused on your work that you almost missed when Leehan slipped back into the room 20 minutes later. 

“That was a long break. Are you alright?”

You ask, looking up at him, tilting your head a bit when you see that his eyes are very slightly red. He looks at you straight, nodding slowly before moving his eyes back to his laptop screen. 

“Are you sure? Your eyes are red…”

Taesan stifles a laugh, catching both of your attention as Leehan sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, like he was caught doing something bad. 

“Ah, really? I didn’t know that…”

He pulls out his phone camera, looking at himself to see that his eyes are, in fact, a little red. He didn’t think this would happen so quickly. He takes a sip of his drink, feeling his mouth get a little dry, letting out a small cough as the cold drink soothes the burn in his throat. 

“It got you that bad?”

You snap your head towards Taesan, confused by his statement. Leehan, who's still trying his best to suppress his cough, waves his hand, trying to signal a ‘no,’ but he knows it was more than he could handle. 

“What’s going on? I’m so confused…”

They giggle, Leehan looking down as Taesan starts to explain. 

“He took a smoke break. That’s why he’s coughing and his eyes are red. His mouth is dry, hence why he’s chugging his drink.”

“You smoke cigarettes? That’s not good for you, you know that, right?”

He chokes on his drink a little, holding his hand up to his mouth as he starts laughing uncontrollably. Taesan in turn, starts laughing just as hard though you can’t tell if it’s because Leehan started laughing or because of your confusion. 

“It’s not cigarettes, it's weed.” 

Your eyes almost bug out of your head. You weren’t a goodie two shoes per se, but you didn’t know anyone who smoked, let alone smoked weed. You couldn’t comprehend the idea of someone leaving a study group for a weed break. 

“Weed!?” 

You whisper-shout, eyes locked on the boy that can’t seem to stop laughing and coughing all at once. 

“Were you rolling outside? Is that why it took you so long? You know you can’t smoke on campus right? And how did no one see you smoking a blunt, wouldn’t it be obvious? Also, you don't smell like weed, how did you do that?”

You felt bad but you couldn’t stop the word vomit of questions that were flying out of your mouth, completely breaking your focus on your work. You were more intrigued than anything else. He doesn’t say anything, just shaking his head and pulling out a device from his hoodie pocket. He watches as you tilt your head. 

“I know what you're thinking, and no, it's not a vape. It’s a weed pen. No smell, just smoke. Well, not too much of a smell anyways. Sorry. We should’ve told you beforehand. We didn’t mean for you to be upset or uncomfortable by this.” 

Taesan apologizes on behalf of both of them, but you shake your head. 

“No, it's okay. I don’t mind that you guys smoke and you didn’t do it in the room so that's fine. I just– can you focus while you’re high? I guess I’m intrigued more than anything. I thought smoking weed was supposed to relax you so you don’t have to focus? How did you get into it… and is it fun?”

They take turns telling the story, explaining that they started smoking last semester after their friend introduced them to it. After a while, they both started smoking on their own, getting their own supplies and realizing that they just enjoyed being high. Leehan explained that he can focus more when he’s high than Taesan can, hence why he decided to smoke now, when he was losing interest in the work. You sat back, looking at your reflection in your laptop, whose screen was black after being idle for so long. 

“But to answer your question, yes, it is very fun being high. If you ever want to try it, let us know.”

Leehan says, adorning a lazy smile on his face that he hasn’t been able to wipe off for the entire duration of your conversation. You had never given it much thought before, smoking weed or being high, but this definitely piqued your interest. Concluding that none of you were going to get any more work done tonight, you called it a day. 

“It’s a little late and it’s dark out. Do you want us to walk back with you?” 

Taesan asked. You had figured out during random bouts of conversation that you lived in the same area. You agreed, thanking them for offering before walking out first. The walk back wasn’t too long, only about 10 minutes from the library. You were standing in line with them, watching as Leehan pulled the pen out of his pocket to hand it over to Taesan. You watched as he brought the pen up to his lips, taking a hit, the pen letting out a little hiss as he hands it back over to Leehan, inhaling slowly before looking up, blowing the cloud of smoke up into the sky. You watch the way his adam's apple bobs up and down during the motion, his jawline looking exceptionally tempting when he blows the smoke out. Leehan catches you watching, smirking to himself as you continue to watch him now, repeating the same steps as Taesan, inhaling and blowing the smoke up into the sky. 

You had never realized how attractive they both were until now, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you try to calm the heat rising to your face. Surely you were sick if you found watching two men destroy their lungs and brain cells hot, right?

“Wanna hit?”

He offers. You shake your head profusely, saying no as your cheeks burn. You didn’t want your first time being high to be unplanned and knowing you’d be by yourself later. He shrugs, laughing it off. 

“I always offer, but no pressure.”

You thank him anyways, mind distracted by the thought of them smoking and how it would feel to smoke with them. How attractive they both looked while smoking. Maybe it was something you’d have to consider. When you make it back to your dorm, you thank them one more time for walking back with you, telling them that you’d text them when to meet up again. They waited until you went inside, walking outside a little bit longer to continue smoking. 

“Dude, she totally finds you attractive. She wouldn’t stop staring at you when you were hitting the pen,” 

Leehan laughs, watching the pen light up, taking a fat hit, the cloud of smoke dark and prominent against the night sky. Taesan takes the pen from him, already buzzed as he nods. 

“She was looking at you too, maybe she thinks we look cool while smoking or something? Or maybe she’s just interested after seeing us do it?”

His reasons make sense, but Leehan can’t shake the thought that you find them attractive. They both drop it, ending their walk when they make it back to their dorm hall. 

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The next time you saw them during lab, you guys decided to meet up for the project the next day. It was a Friday night but none of you had plans to go home that weekend, and decided it would be a good use of time to work on the project instead. You decided to work in the study room of your building this time since you already lived there and Taesan and Leehan lived nearby. You let them into your building, smiling as you lead them to the study room. They got comfortable, opening their laptops and getting to work right away. It was a little later than you’d normally start working, around 6:30 pm, but you figured it’d be fine since you didn’t have classes the next day. 

You were really focused, this session being more successful than the last when you guys actually managed to complete the rest of the project. You checked the time to see that it had already hit 9 o’clock. You laugh to yourself, knowing that it was the random conversation you’d all had during the periods of mental block you experienced doing this project that led this to take longer than it should have.

“You guys were so locked in too! You didn’t even take a smoke break!” 

You laughed, looking at Leehan who had that signature lazy smile on his face. 

“Well actually… I smoked before we came here. Plus I hit the pen again when I went to the bathroom. I’ve been high this whole time.” 

“I’m a little high too.” 

Taesan perks up, the two of them giggling to each other. You look between them, watching as they continue to laugh at your cluelessness. You just shake your head, giggling yourself. 

“So you guys are just always high then?” 

“Only when we don’t have much to do or the work is easy. Usually we don’t get high if there’s a big test or something coming up and we really have to focus and remember things.” 

Leehan says, closing his laptop and shoving it into his bag. Taesan looks for your reaction while also packing his stuff up. 

“Does it hurt? Like when you smoke?” 

You ask. The way they looked and laughed so carefree, it made you want to experience it, but of course you had your doubts. You were nervous about how you’d act, what you’d say and how you’d feel. But you didn’t know anyone else who did it and they seemed like pretty good guys. An amused look settles on Taesan’s face. 

“Maybe the first time your throat will hurt but you get used to it. Wanna try?” 

You don’t say no, slowly nodding your head as the boys exchange knowing glances. 

“Alright, let’s go outside. The pen has enough charge.” 

Leehan pulls out the pen, placing it on the table. You look down, realizing that you’re not in the right attire to be outside, only on a short sleeve shirt and sleep shorts. You’d be too cold. 

“Can we do it here? I’m not really dressed to go outside nor do I want to…” 

“Sure, if you don’t mind cracking your window and us smoking in your room? We can’t really do it down here, people will see us.” 

You bite your lip, thinking over whether or not you actually want to do this right now. You reason with yourself that tomorrow is a free day and that you should reward yourself after finishing your project. You nod, watching as they smile and grab their bags. You pack your things up as well, leading them to your room. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were very nervous to say the least. As much as you felt like you could trust them and knew them well, at the end of the day, they were two strangers who you met in a physics lab. But you pushed away the thoughts, trying to relax so that you didn’t carry these feelings of anxiety with you into being high. They could sense the tension radiating off of you, trying to ease the situation a little. 

“Your room is very cute.” 

Leehan says, his distraction working as you start talking about the decorations you have up on your walls. They could still hear the shakiness in your voice though.

“Y/N, if you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. We don’t want to force you into anything. We can leave if you want.” 

Taesan says, motioning to Leehan to follow him out. But you stop them. 

“No, wait! I’m sorry, I’m just nervous because I’ve never had two guys in my room before, ones that I don’t really know that much no offense, and also because I’ve never smoked before so I’m worried about how I’ll be…” 

You felt a little lighter after explaining your concerns, like a weight was lifted off of you to allow for open communication. 

“We can walk you through it. We don’t bite, I promise. If you let yourself relax, it can feel very good. You might get a little tingly, but your mind will feel light, and if you’re anything like us, you’re gonna laugh your ass off the whole time.” 

Leehan explained. You felt a lot better now, kind of knowing what to expect. 

“We can teach you how to do it too, in a way that won’t make your throat hurt too much.”

Taesan walks up to you, pen in hand as he sits on the bay window. He holds the button down on the pen, inhaling for about 3 seconds before pulling away. You watch as he holds his breath, keeping the smoke in before blowing it out. 

“See? Not so bad. Just take it easy. You’re definitely gonna feel something in your throat, but try your best not to cough. It’s hard, but it’ll make it less painful overall.” 

He clicks the button twice before handing it to you, putting it on the lowest setting. The same feeling you had the other day erupts in your stomach, finding the way he looks taking a hit so sexy. 

“Can I watch you do it too, Leehan? You know, another example?” 

Another excuse. You really just can’t help how hot you found them, especially when they were smoking. You wanted to see the way he inhales the smoke, knowing he likes to hold it. He chuckles, grabbing the pen from your hand and switching places with Taesan, hand coming up to brush his hair back and out of his face. He inhales longer than Taesan did, for about 5 seconds before doing the same, holding the smoke in. But he doesn’t blow it out, he turns to face you for a second. 

“Good enough example?” 

You watch as some smoke escapes his mouth, wondering how he’s holding it in. He hands it to you before turning to look out the window, blowing the smoke out fully. Your face is hot, but not out of nerves, but from the way the feeling of watching him smoke travels lower down your body than you would care to admit. 

“You’ll know that you’ve inhaled a good amount when you feel it in your throat. Don’t do any more than that. Hold it in for a second and then blow it out. Hold down the button while you’re inhaling and let it go when you feel it.” 

You nod, hands a little sweaty from your nerves being worked up before you switch places with Leehan. The boys look at you in anticipation, waiting for you to take your first hit. You relax yourself, exhaling before wrapping your lips around the pen. Your finger goes to click the button, holding it as you count to three in your head. You barely inhale, already feeling a weird, almost grainy feeling in your throat. You quickly release the button, moving the pen away from your mouth and trying to hold the smoke in. You face the window, watching as the tiniest smoke cloud leaves your lips. 

You sink your head in defeat, sighing as you hold out the pen for someone else to take after your pathetic cloud. The boys just laugh, pushing the pen back towards you to have you try again. 

“You inhaled too lightly. Apply a little more pressure. You’ll be okay, promise.” 

Taesan says. You nod, trying again with his advice in mind. This time, you feel it stronger, the feeling reaching into your throat, the urge to cough coming up. You try to hold it, but not for long before you blow it out, loud coughs following after. Leehan is quick on his feet, handing you your water bottle to try and get you to stop coughing. 

“Nice! You did good! The cough does get you a little though,”

He laughs as you take a sip of water. 

“That wasn’t so bad actually. Thanks guys.” 

They nod, taking turns smoking amongst themselves to let you acclimate to the feeling in your throat. They watch you carefully, making sure you don’t get paranoid or worried about anything. 

“I feel alright. Is it okay if I get another hit?” 

Your sweetness has them both melting. Your attitude this entire night has gotten them both to become softies for you. And you still couldn't lie about how attractive you found them both. The way they smoke was so enticing, like a siren luring in their prey. Taesan hands you the pen.

“All yours, baby.” 

You blush at the nickname, trying not to think too much of it as you take another hit. This one was bigger than the last, the cloud of smoke really thick and not something either of them had expected to see from you just yet. That one hit you almost instantly, eyes immediately starting to feel heavy as you turn around, bursting out laughing at the way they’re both looking at you. 

They look at each other before laughing with you, knowing that you were in trouble now. You spent the next thirty minutes taking turns hitting the pen, the more time went by the higher you got and the higher they got. 

“Here’s a crazy story! One time Dongmin got really high and he was complaining that he was really hungry so we ordered food and he fell asleep mid-bite!” 

Leehan roars, laughing so loud you were afraid the people next door would hear. 

“Wait, your real name is Dongmin?” 

You turn to face Taesan, laugh never ceasing as you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you didn’t know his real name this entire time. 

“Yeah. Leehan isn’t his real name either, it’s Donghyun!” 

“Really?!” 

You couldn’t believe your ears, looking between the two over and over again. 

“Why do you guys go by fake names? You think you’re cool or something?” 

You were so relaxed, just saying things you wouldn’t normally say and getting really comfortable, but feeling good as you all laughed and bonded over your straightforwardness and jokes, together. 

“No! It’s just nicknames for us so people don’t get confused. Sometimes they can’t remember whose Donghyun and whose Dongmin, it can get annoying actually.” 

Leehan laughs, taking another rip. You watch, mesmerized by how elegant he manages to look. He watches as your eyes linger on him a little too long, smirking at you as he pulls the pen away from his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he turns his head slightly, blowing the smoke up more towards the ceiling than out the window. 

“What? I got something on my face?”

His tone is cocky but you know he’s teasing. You shake your head frantically, feeling hot all over. The smug smirk resting on his face lets you know he’s on to you. 

“So then you just like the way I look then, right? Since you keep staring at me?”

His eyes are just as droopy as yours, looking at Taesan before laughing out loud. He gets up, placing a hand on your bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze before handing the pen to you. Your breath hitches, the sensation of his warm hand going straight to your core as you squeeze your legs together.

“Here you go, baby,”

He knew the effect it had on you when Taesan said it, repeating it again now. You gulp hard, palms sweaty in anticipation as you go to grab the pen from his hands. The way your fingers brush his has you looking away, trying your best not to laugh out of sheer embarrassment. Taesan watches with a smirk on his face. You’re clutching the pen, not really doing anything with it, thinking about anything other than the two boys in the room to calm your nerves. 

“What’s wrong Y/N? You done smoking?”

You shake your head ‘no.’

“My throat hurts from all the inhaling, I’m waiting a second.”

Taesan nods, understanding your predicament but not commenting on it right now. He checks the time on his phone. 11 pm.

“We should probably get going soon. It’s getting kind of late.”

He gets up from his spot near the window, stretching out his body as Leehan follows.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait a little until she starts coming down? It's her first time.” 

“No, it’s fine! It is getting pretty late! I think I’m just going to go to sleep now anyway…”

Your quickened pace when speaking and the slight slur of your words leave them a little worried, but relieved nonetheless that you’ll be going to sleep soon.

“Cute. Text us if anything’s wrong. We’ll be up for a bit.”

The compliment has you basically shoving the two boys out of your room, getting even more embarrassed when you can hear their laughs from outside of the door. Your head felt light and your eyes felt heavy, the tingly sensation working its way through your body like a constant flow of currents. Thighs pressed together, you were surprised at yourself for having been turned on the whole time. What if they noticed? What if they think you’re a sick, weird, pervert?

Your mind continues to race with these thoughts as you absentmindedly push your thighs together to feel a little friction, any sort of relief. You bite your lip, contemplating for a second before locking the door. You head towards your dresser, shoving panties around as you look for a specific item. 

Your head feels tingly as you pull out the black toy, heading to the bathroom to give it a quick rinse before settling onto your bed. You didn’t need a video or anything, pulling your shorts down and placing the little vibrator right onto your bare clit. 

Even the lowest setting sent jolts straight up your spine, the pleasure more than anything you had ever felt before. Little moans and whimpers to no one in particular flowed out of your mouth the harder you pressed the vibrator into yourself, turning up the setting. Your other hand circled around your hole, coating your fingers in your own arousal before pushing them past your folds, a long and drawn out sigh leaving your lips once you feel them press against the spot that has you seeing stars. 

“Leehan… Taesan…” 

You catch yourself moaning out for the two boys, finding it hard to keep your legs spread enough to push your fingers in while fighting the urge to clamp them shut around the vibrator. This feeling is much greater, much stronger than any orgasm you’ve had before. You didn’t last much longer, body convulsing as your orgasm crashes over you, vision going white and mind going completely blank. 

Once your body stops shaking and you finally come to, you’re red out of pure bliss and embarrassment. Did you really just cum to the thought of Taesan and Leehan? You shook your head, calming down from your orgasm before deciding to take a shower. The feeling of being high slowly went away, being replaced by sleepiness. You finished up quickly, drying yourself off before hopping into bed. 

The act of masturbating and thinking about them made you shift in your position. It felt weird being alone after spending the last almost 6 hours with them, wondering if you would hang out with them outside of lab now that the project was over. You brush the thoughts off, trying your best to fall asleep, but your mind didn’t cooperate, keeping you up for a while anyways. 

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“Hey, Y/N, wanna smoke some real weed?” 

You tilt your head in curiosity. What a question to ask someone immediately after a physics lab. You look up at Leehan who is equally as confused. You both watch as Taesan pulls a tube out of his bag.

“You’re kidding,”

Leehan says, laughing and smiling bigger. In Taesan’s hands was a tube containing a blunt. 

“You think pulling that out right outside of the physics building is a good idea?”

You deadpan, hiding your shock and excitement at how bold he could be. 

“No one’s even looking, and besides, they don't know what’s in here.”

You roll your eyes, walking with them to get some food. You were a little surprised that they invited you out for lunch today, as you normally went your separate ways after class. But you were relieved regardless, happy that they thought you were fun enough to hang out with even outside of class.

You settled to eat at the closest dining hall, expecting nothing but disappointment. But you got your food, sitting at a 4-top table in the corner. 

“I got a blunt from my plug, so we can trust it. Y/N, will you smoke with us? It would be so fun for you to smoke a real blunt with us!”

Taesan asked like an excited little kid. You laughed, rolling your eyes at his dramatics but agreeing nonetheless. 

“Hell yeah! This is gonna be so fun. Are you free Friday night?” 

Leehan asks, equally as excited as Taesan. You nod, taking a bite of your food as you silently think about smoking a blunt with them. You were nervous, worried even since the last time you got high resulted in moaning their names to yourself. You were scared it would feel different, or make you even hornier than last time. But you could tell by the looks on their faces that they really did want you to join and were really excited for you to be there, so who were you to turn them down?

༄ ༄ ༄

The week came and went, Friday night coming by quickly. You headed back from your little hangout with your other friends, going back to your room first to put your stuff down. You had to physically and mentally prepare yourself, showering before slipping into something comfy enough to be outside in and stay warm. You made sure to bring extra water bottles, knowing how dry your mouth got last time and bringing them for the boys as well. 

You headed out first, walking to their residence hall as you didn’t know where the smoke spot was. They came down quickly, smiling from ear to ear. 

“You guys are stoners.” 

You say, their smiles growing even bigger. 

“We're not stoners per se. We just like having a good time!” 

Leehan chuckles, Taesan double checking his pockets, making sure he has both the blunt and a lighter on him. 

“Let’s go! I’m ready to have some fun!” 

You walk with them to the spot, shivering a little as it was colder than you had expected. It was a little area of steps that led to a now run-down building that was no longer in use. You didn’t even know this building existed as it was a little ways from the areas where you were usually in. 

“It’s a little creepy but almost no one comes here, so it’s the perfect smoke spot to not get caught.” 

Leehan comments while Taesan pulls out the materials. He waits for the wind to calm down a bit before bringing the blunt up to his lips, lighting the other end and letting it burn for a second. The smell instantly hits you, unlike the pen the blunt had a strong smell. It was a little overwhelming, but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

You both watch as he takes the first hit, his eyes closing as he takes in the taste and holds the smoke in his mouth. He looks so blissful, sharp eyes closed, making his face look soft as he exhales a small cloud. 

“It tastes different, not bad.” 

He says, passing the blunt over to Leehan who nearly jumps to grab it. 

“Addict.” 

Taesan comments, but Leehan doesn’t care as he impatiently brings the blunt to his lips. He takes a bigger inhale than Taesan, letting the taste and feeling on his tongue settle before pulling it away, exhaling a bigger cloud with a satisfied smirk. 

“I like the taste.” 

“Of course you would. Go ahead Y/N, you’re next. Only if you want to, of course.” 

Leehan hands you the blunt, winking at you. You thank him, hesitantly bringing it up to your lips, face cringing at the smell. You calm yourself down, relaxing before inhaling. You try for a couple of seconds, the taste horrendous before pulling away from it, exhaling with a slight cough. 

“It tastes like shit!” 

They both laugh as you pass the blunt to Taesan. 

“I have the pen if you’d like to smoke that instead.” 

He says, blowing the smoke into the air before passing it back to Leehan. You nod, wanting to get high and replace the taste in your mouth, drinking some water beforehand. He hands you the pen, turning it on for you before you take a hit, exhaling at the same time as Leehan. 

“Thank you, this is much better.” 

You all continue to talk, gradually getting more high until you’re all droopy-eyed and giggly, sharing crazy stories and laughing loud. You’re about to take another hit of the pen as Taesan hands the almost dead blunt back to Leehan. 

“Wait, Y/N, you said you didn’t like the taste of it right? I have an idea, don’t use the pen yet.” 

You watch in confusion as he takes a hit, Taesan also confused but still looking at the two of you with a permanent smile plastered on his face. 

“Open your mouth.” 

You look at him shocked, but do as he says. He grabs your shoulder with one hand, using the other to tilt your chin up to him. You’re nervous as your breath gets caught in your throat, the same warm feeling you got from them being in your room blooming in your stomach as he gets closer. He leans down, lips just barely brushing yours as he carefully blows the smoke from his mouth into yours. 

“Close your mouth and breathe it in. Now you don’t have to taste the weed and get all the effects.” 

He smiles, face still close to yours. He looks so good, you almost forget to inhale. 

“Don’t blow the smoke out yet. Taesan, come here.” 

He motions to the other boy, who follows his command. 

“Blow it back into Taesan’s mouth.” 

The older boy smirks, getting into the same position that Leehan was just in, a hand on your shoulder and another on your chin as he brings his mouth close to yours, parting his lips for you to blow the smoke into his mouth now. You can barely comprehend what’s going on before you do as he says, leaning in a little more to blow the smoke into Taesan’s mouth without letting too much escape. 

You’re sure you’re a blushing mess right now, hoping that they can’t see how red your face is. Another wave hits you, suddenly laughing as Taesan pulls away and blows the smoke out into the air. 

“I liked that.” 

The simple phrase was enough to have the boys lighting another blunt, just to continue taking turns blowing smoke into each other’s mouths. 

“Did you? We can keep doing it if you’d like, you know, to save you from having to hit the pen over and over again.” 

Taesan smirks, sending a knowing look to Leehan. They both nod, knowing that you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. You nod, liking the idea better than having to abuse your lungs. 

“Alright cutie, open up.” 

Leehan says, doing the same motion as before, but bringing his lips closer to you than before. You’re shocked yet again, but do as you’re supposed to before taking his smoke in, inhaling it and waiting for Taesan to come over to you. He brings his lips close, waiting for you to blow the smoke into his mouth. You do it, feeling light and dizzy as the recycled smoke and the close proximity of their lips leave you burning hot, no longer shivering like you once were just 30 minutes ago. 

You look around, trying to find the waters you packed only to realize that they’re all empty, pouting as a result. 

“What’s wrong baby? You look lost.” 

Leehan asks, stopping himself from taking another hit just yet. 

“My mouth is so dry. We have no water left though…”

“I mean… we still have half a blunt left… tell you what, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” 

You were confused on why you needed to trust him but you nodded anyway. They’ve never given you a reason not to trust them so you agreed. He handed the blunt to Taesan who was idly watching, amused knowing what his friend was going to do next. 

Leehan held your shoulder yet again, but this time he put his hand on the back of your head. He pulled you in, lips settling on yours as you yelped. Your open mouth was the perfect invitation for him to glide his tongue into your dry mouth, slicking up his tongue with his own saliva and giving it to you. Your hands instinctively wrap into his hair, allowing him to fill your mouth with his tongue. 

You don’t realize that you’re chasing his lips when he pulls away, the visible string of saliva still connecting you two as you try to recapture his lips. 

“You’re so cute, baby.” 

Taesan says, slightly pushing his friend out of the way to take his place. 

“Your mouth is still dry, right? That’s why you were chasing his lips? Don’t worry, I have more for you.” 

You don’t waste a second connecting your lips with his, needing the relief of someone’s tongue to help the dryness in your mouth and now, the wetness spreading between your legs. You press them together, trying to create any sort of friction to please yourself. 

You’re still kissing Taesan, limp against his hold as he explores your mouth like Leehan was, producing as much saliva to push into your mouth as he can, when Leehan walks up behind you. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt but it looks like our cutie can’t hold herself back anymore,”

He says, tapping your thighs.

“She’s closing her legs so tight just to feel something. We shouldn’t keep her waiting, should we?” 

Taesan pulls away to marvel at the sight of your flushed out face and parted lips, legs pressed tightly together. You’re slightly out of breath, still dizzy from the high and the feeling of both of their saliva mixed in your mouth. 

“Save the blunt, we’re going back to the room.” 

Taesan says and Leehan nods, putting the blunt back into its container to conceal the smell. You’re nervous yet excited, looking between the both of them smiling, and they smile back. 

“Can we go back to my room?” 

You ask, giggling as they change route to go to your dorm instead. 

“Of course sweetheart, anything to keep you comfortable.” 

Taesan says, walking slowly behind you to cup the plush of your ass. You jump at the action, Leehan laughing at your yelp. 

“You couldn’t even wait to get inside could you?” 

You shake your head no as you fiddle with your ID, having trouble taking it out of your pocket and feeling like you’re moving very slowly. Taesan helps, grabbing your ID and moving it up to the scanner, pushing the door open for all of you to walk in. He still has your keys in his hand as he walks through the halls, remembering where your room was even though he’d only been there once. Leehan holds your hand, guiding you through the halls as you continue to feel your head spin. 

“We’re here.” 

He says, unlocking the door and allowing you both to enter first before closing it behind him, locking it. You look back at them, biting your lip as you stand there awkwardly. You’re hot, sweating a little as the events from just a few minutes ago replay in your mind. They look at each other again before looking at you. 

“Are you nervous? You have no reason to be.” 

Leehan runs a hand through your hair, stopping at your cheek and cupping it. He runs a finger along your lip, your dazed stare locking in on his eyes and then his lips. He smirks again, leaning down. Your mouths mold together, Taesan walking up behind you and feeling you up through your shirt. He gropes your breasts, lips attaching themselves to your neck as you let a gasp escape into Leehan’s mouth. 

You feel like you’re in heaven right now with how they’ve stuck themselves to you. You hold one of Taesan’s hands that are on your chest, squeezing it before guiding it down into your pants. You can’t hold back any longer, needing some relief from the ache between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” 

He nearly growls into your ear, cupping your heat through your panties before moving a finger along your clothed folds. You grind down on his fingers, shoving your tongue into Leehan’s mouth. Your high makes you more sensitive, whimpering into Leehan’s mouth. You can feel both of their hard-on’s poking your front and back side respectively, rocking yourself back and forth onto them. Your other hand reaches down to palm Leehan through his jeans, shocked by how big it feels already. He takes control of the kiss, biting your bottom lip and sucking on it before pulling away to move to your jaw. 

Taesan pulls away from your neck, circling your clit with his finger as you throw your head back into his chest. Leehan watches as your head rests on Taesan’s chest. He dips his head down to your ear, fanning the skin with his breath.

“Relax baby girl, focus on the feeling. On how good we’re making you feel.”

Taesan’s free hand goes up to your neck, applying a little pressure to keep you in place as his fingers work your clit, more moans fizzling out into his mouth. Leehan takes the opportunity to lift up your shirt, admiring your chest before pulling your bra down, lips wrapping around your hardened nipples. You squirm, more sensitive than usual. Your hand is still palming Leehan, moving to unbutton it when you remember something. You pull away from Taesan, panting and out of breath.

“Don’t we still have half a blunt?” 

The boys look at each other, the biggest grins adorning their faces. Taesan fishes into his pocket, grabbing both the container with the blunt and the lighter. Your window was already open, allowing him to light it freely without worrying about setting off the fire alarm. 

“Aren’t you just a little genius?” 

Leehan coos, going back to marking up your chest. Taesan inhales, ascending at the feeling of the smoke taking over his lungs. He takes another hit, smirking as you look up at him expectedly and taps Leehan’s shoulder. The boy rises from your chest, watching as Taesan pulls him closer.

He opens his mouth, Taesan tilting his head to get a better angle. Their lips don’t quite touch, the older boy carefully blowing the smoke into the younger boy’s mouth, your mouth salivating at the scene. Leehan smirks, making sure none of the smoke escapes past his lips before sticking a finger into your mouth. He pushes down on your tongue, prying your mouth open as he inhales the smoke a little before blowing it into your mouth. 

You feel euphoric, the sensation of the smoke clouding your lungs enough to make your eyes roll back. He smirks as he watches you relax into the older male, releasing the smoke with a tilt of your head towards the window. Leehan grabs the hem of your pants, looking up with the same goofy smile he’s had for the last hour, teeth catching the light as you nod your head eagerly. Your mind is fuzzy, the tingles from your high only amplifying the feeling of the boys’ touches.

He grabs the blunt from Taesan’s hands, taking a big hit. He holds it for a while as he pulls your pants and panties down, pupils dilated as he takes in the scene in front of him. His face is close when you involuntarily shut your thighs, his nose just barely brushing your clit as you moan out loud. Getting impatient at this point, Taesan takes a hit himself, holding it in for you.  

“Go ahead, give the smoke to her.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice before grabbing your chin again, tilting your head towards him as he dips his head down to catch your lips, pushing his tongue past your lips yet again. Leehan pries your legs open, holding his hand between them as he blows the smoke he had in his mouth directly onto your clit. Taesan holds onto tight as your body convulses, the pleasure combined with how sensitive you are almost enough to make you cum on the spot. 

“Oh fuck me…”

You moan out against his lips, gripping onto Taesan’s arm hard as Leehan attaches his lips to your clit, sucking lightly. You fully remove your shirt and bra, slipping it over your shoulders and throwing one arm behind Taesan’s neck, your other hand going down to grip Leehan’s hair, pulling on it. You’re panting heavily, breath shaky as you feel Taesan’s fingers circling your entrance. 

“Do you need this love? Do you need my fingers in you that badly?”

His fingers tease your hole, thighs clenching around both Taesan’s hand and Leehan’s head at his dirty words, but to no avail. He pushes in a finger, smirking into your neck as your back arches away from him and into Leehan’s mouth. His tongue makes quick work of you, flattening against your clit just right, saliva spilling down your folds and onto Taesan’s finger. He takes the opportunity to collect the brunette’s saliva, pushing it back into you. You squirm at the hot fluid, feeling a little gush of liquid leak out of you. 

Taesan’s quick to pull his finger out, taking your liquids combined with Leehan’s saliva into his mouth. 

“Fuck, you both taste delicious, here, have a taste for yourself.”

He shoves his finger into your mouth, bucking his hips up into your ass when your tongue swirls around it. You can barely produce sounds with how cloudy your head was, just relishing in the feeling of being taken care of. 

“Hey, no fair! I want a taste!”

Leehan pouts, licking a big stripe up from your juices to your clit, leaving his mouth open, tongue out for the older boy to stick his finger in. Taesan obliges, taking his mixed-saliva drenched finger and placing it onto his mouth. Leehan all but reciprocates your previous actions, swirling his tongue around Taesan’s finger, seemingly turning him on even more as he continues to rut into your ass. 

“Shit… I don't know how much longer I can wait…”

He removes his finger from the boy’s mouth, Leehan smiling with mischief as he watches Taesan pull his pants down, freeing his angry hard-on. You look down, gasping at the sheer length of it. He takes another hit of the blunt, passing it back to Leehan as they switch positions. You watch as they bend you at their will. You somehow end up on the bed on all fours, face beet red at the position, but more so because of the way Leehan is looking down on you. 

“Can you undo my jeans, babygirl? I’m a little busy right now,”

He caresses your cheek as he looks away, taking another hit. You fiddle with his zipper, sighing in relief when you finally get it down. Smiling victoriously, you pull both his pants and boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles. Taesan exhales the smoke in his mouth, rubbing his cock along your soaking folds. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry… I can’t hold back anymore.”

He tries to go slow at first, getting the head in. But your hole has other plans, sucking him in faster than either of you can register, both moaning out loud as he immediately bottoms out in you. 

“Mhmmm Taesannie… feels so good…”

If he didn’t almost lose it at your moans, the nickname was definitely getting to him. He pulls out slowly before pushing in at the same speed, trying not to go too fast and cum almost instantly. Leehan watches for a second as your mouth hangs open in pure bliss. 

“Let’s put that open mouth to use, cutie,”

You look up at him, eyes watering as he taps his cock on the side of your face. 

“You’re gonna need to open up a little more.”

He drags the head along your lips, collecting the drool spilling out of them before sliding his hard cock past your lips. You try your best to accommodate his size, tongue swirling along the tip. But the more you tried, the harder it was. Your mouth was still dry and the constant moans being pulled from you by Taesan didn’t help at all either. But Leehan noticed, leaning down and pulling his cock out of your mouth for a second. He connected his mouth to yours, pushing as much saliva into your mouth as he could. He pulls away, gathering a big glob of spit into his mouth, leaning down and letting it drip past his lips and onto his cock. 

“That should be good, right?”

He tilts his head all cocky, but you’re still dizzy from the kiss. You nod your head anyway, wrapping your lips around his cock as best as you can to try and contain his saliva between your lips. One hand grips your hair, sliding himself back and forth into your mouth, head thrown back as he gets deeper and deeper into your throat. The vibrations from your moans and the way Taesan is roughly rocking you forward, essentially sliding Leehan’s cock further down your throat has him hissing in pleasure. 

“Fuckkkkk… Taesan, c’mere,”

He signals to the boy to lean forward, taking what little is left of the blunt, and taking a final hit, holding it between his teeth for a second, letting it settle in his throat before grabbing the boy’s hair. He leans into him as close as he can to release the smoke into his mouth. Taesan doesn’t stop pounding into you, continuing his relentless thrusts as your eyes slowly roll to the back of your head, both from the pleasure from Taesan and your airflow gradually diminishing from Leehan pushing his cock impossibly further down your throat. Taesan throws his head back, already so high, the sensation of the boy blowing the smoke into his mouth and the feeling of your walls clenching around him so euphoric that he doesn’t realize that his cum is spilling out of you. 

“Fuck! Shit, I’m so sorry Y/N… I didn’t mean to cum inside!”

It takes you a while to register that he’s cum in you, but you’re too faded to care, continuing to push yourself back onto him. But Leehan stops your movements, pulling himself off of you once again to switch places with Taesan.

“It’s my turn now.”

He smirks, having waited for this all night. He lays you down so you’re on your back, looking up at him, eyes droopy but pupils blown out, a dreamy look spread across your face that nearly has him pushing in without warning. 

“You ready for round 2?”

You absentmindedly nod your head, whimpering at the loss of contact. Taesan hovers over you, caressing your hair sweetly as he attaches his mouth to your neck. His sensation of his plush lips along with the soft bites is almost relaxing until you feel Leehan dragging himself across your folds. He wasn’t as long as Taesan, but he was definitely thicker, more intimidating. 

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock, Y/N,”

You whimper at the command, tears pricking your eyes at the feeling of being empty. You try your best, slurring out little pleas and begs, too high to produce anything more than incoherent babbles. Leehan chuckles at your attempts, caressing your body, squeezing at your waist as he slides in.You let out a scream at the intrusion. No warning, no prep, not that you needed it, but the sheer weight of his cock in you alone was enough to get you to squirt around him. 

“Fuck baby that was so sexy… can you do it again?” 

He bites his lip, trying to find the best angle he can to get you to squirt again. Taesan continues kissing up your neck, trailing them up to your jaw as he brushes your lips with his fingers, admiring how plump and red they’ve become. 

“C’mom Y/N. I know you can do it. You’re already doing so well. Squirt again for us…”

His fingers slowly dance down your skin, stopping right at your clit before pressing down on them a little. Your body jerks forwards, back arching off the bed at the sudden sensation. He moves down to your chest, taking his time flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. His fingers move in slow circles around your clit, occasionally dragging your slick up your folds. He pulls away from your nipple every now and again, sucking it before blowing on it and repeating the process. 

Leehan uses his other hand to grope and play with your other tit, rolling your other nipple between his fingers, pinching them slightly. You’re fully relaxed and worked up at the same time, back arched off the bed and labored breathing caused by the moans that won’t stop leaving your lips. You’re sure your neighbors can hear all three of you, but you don’t care, not when you’re feeling this good. 

“Taesan… Leehan… I’m…”

They only stare at you in awe, watching as your squirt drenches Leehan and the sheets below you. You can feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm taking over you as your body calms down from the violent shaking. 

“Holy shit,”

He pulls out just in time, leaning over you just enough to release the rest of his cum onto your chest, smiling to himself when some manages to catch on your bottom lip. Your body is still trembling, legs sore and hole dripping like you needed more. They boys exchange looks, coming to a wordless agreement that has you confused. 

“You know this was just round one, right?” 

Taesan smirks cheekily, his rough voice ringing in your ears as he bites back a laugh when your eyes almost blow out of your head. 

“Did you really think this was it? We’re just getting started.” 

Leehan’s voice was sinister in your ears but you couldn’t stop the way your hips bucked up into the air, hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. 

“She doesn’t seem like she’s opposed, I think she wants it.” 

Taesan giggles and Leehan follows suit. You sit up, heart hammering and wincing at the sore feeling between your legs. They almost look concerned for you, but your creeping smile gives you away. 

“I’ve made it this far already, what’s a little more, right?” 

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K:

Oh my lord. K is def the type to be a little conservative in where you have sex, but doesn't care to be cautious. Like he won't fuck you in the living room because its so easy for someone to walk in, but he won't lock his door or the bathroom if he takes you there. And that's exactly how you end up in the position you're in right now.

It was early in the morning on their day off, no one should have been up. Of course, with K being so busy these days, he was itching to be inside you. You were slowly woken up to the feeling of pleasure, mind already foggy upon waking up. You chuckle to yourself, instinctively closing your legs around his head that was poking out from under your sheets.

"Mhmm Yudai..."

You yank the blanket off, a little shiver traveling up your spine as the cool air hits your bare legs. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at it as you feel him thrust his tongue against your hole.

"Good morning baby~"

He says as the vibrations of his voice travel straight to the feeling building in your stomach. Your back arches more off the bed, the feeling slightly overwhelming so early in the morning. Little whimpers fall past your lips, feeling him smile against your clit.

"A good morning indeed, huh?"

You quickly throw the blanket back over you and K's head, nudging him as he refuses to stop. Fuma turns around, scoffing at the older man.

"Really? Even while I'm standing here waiting for you so we can talk?"

"What do you want?"

He doesn't stop still, your face crimson red and buried in your hands as you try your best not to moan in front of K's best friend and member. It doesn't help when he starts prodding at your hole with his finger, teasingly and just barely slipping it in.

"You're a freak. Come find me when you're done."

He slams the door, almost guaranteeing he woke up someone else. You can't help the way you feel yourself grow wetter at the act of being caught, the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you enough to have your moans break through the barrier of your hands.

"Maybe we need to have an audience more often, you almost killed me with how hard you were closing your legs."

Fuma:

It's neither of your faults that Fuma just so happened to look particularly delicious today, even though he had only just gotten out of the shower. You were frustrated, on your period and unable to participate in the act of sex, a clause you imposed because you don't like messes, of which Fuma adheres to, but doesn't see why you care because he'd clean you up anyways.

You were laying on the couch, seething at mother nature while mindlessly scrolling through your phone and trying to distract yourself from the fact that your boyfriend has on nothing save for a pair of grey sweats and a towel thrown across his neck.

"Hey baby. You're right where I left you."

He chuckles to himself at his joke, but you don't. You scoff, watching as the water droplets drip from his hair down to his abs. Already irritated, you gesture,

"Actually I need to show you something, follow me."

He tilts his head to the side, but follows you anyways into the... bathroom? You waste no time closing the door behind you, forgetting to lock it as you run your hands along his abs. He laughs again, strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a kiss. It doesn't last long as you break it off, moving quickly lower and pulling down his pants.

He watches you in awe as his breath catches in his throat. You take his semi into your hand, jerking him a little before teasingly licking up the slit, tonguing at it for a bit. His hands find your hair, slowly guiding your head along his ever-hardening cock. He sighs, throwing his head back as your mouth makes quick work of him, hollowing your cheeks to allow for more room to fit him in.

"Fuckkk Y/N..."

You're not far from the door when it comes flying open, almost hitting you in the process and causing you to bite down a little in shock. Fuma jumps at the feeling, a guttural sound of fear coming from his throat as he slams the door at the poor intruder.

"THATS NOT VERY SUB-LEADER LIKE OF YOU!!"

A now embarrassed Euijoo screams from the other side of the door. You mouth is still on his hard length, sucking like your life depends on it to distract Fuma from having just been walked in on.

"You're fucking crazy..."

"Shut up and cum."

Nicholas:

Long car rides were normal for the group, often splitting into 2 or sometimes 3 cars to get to the distant destination. Nicholas dreaded long car rides, especially during the mornings. He was insufferable, getting annoyed at the smallest things and making it everyone else's problem. Today was one of those days and he was particularly crabby this morning, so you suggested you come with to maybe help him feel a little better and everyone thanked you for the idea.

You settled into the car, K and Harua in the middle 2 seats while you were squished in the back between Nicholas and Maki. You all settled to the best of your ability, most of them trying to fall asleep for the 3 hour ride ahead of them. You brought a blanket just in case, draping it over the three of you as you rested your head on Nicholas's shoulder. Your hand found its place on Nico's lap, the warmth of the blanket and his body heat comfortable.

He looks over to Maki who seems to be peacefully sleeping, before flicking his eyes over to you. Your eyes are closed but he can tell you're not sleeping yet. He calls out to the two boys sitting in front on him, smirking to himself when he doesn't get a response back. His hand toys with the one you have on his lap, smiling as you look up at him.

"You look so cute baby~ thank you for coming."

You nod in agreement at his words, placing a quick peck to his cheek before resuming your comfortable position. But Nicholas has other plans for you, finding you way too adorable to leave alone. He stops playing with your hand, moving it over to your thigh instead, creeping his hand higher under the skirt of your dress.

"Nicholas,"

You warn,

"Not right now."

You try to sound stern, but really you're already getting wet at the thought of him fingering you in the car.

"But baby, aren't you here to make me feel better? This will make me feel better."

He whispers in your ear, carefully rubbing you through your panties. You look at him panicked, heat rising to your cheeks as you realize he wasn't going to stop. Not that you wanted him to, his fingers felt so good against your clothed clit. You sigh, a quiet mewl escaping your lips when he slips through your panties and pushes a finger in.

"You guys are fucking gross."

Your eyes shoot open at Maki's words, pleading with Nicholas to stop, screwing them back shut when he pushes in another.

"Go back to sleep, I wasn't talking to you."

Euijoo:

Euijoo is, a bit of a skeptic you could say. He’s always so shy and worried about what’s going to happen at all times. A worry wart if you will. But you didn’t care. You loved getting him in compromising situations just to mess with him, but also to fuel his secret kink that even you weren’t sure he was even aware of.

He has his dominant moments, but for the most part he’s so gentle and easy going, even a bit whiny at times. You just loved seeing his resolve fall apart whenever he’s around you, know he can’t get enough of you. Not that you ever made it easy for him, dressing in clothes you knew would make it hard for him to keep his eyes and his hands off of you. Even doing your makeup just cute enough but with a little edge, making his urge to want to ruin you increase at every glance.

So it’s no surprise when you’ve managed to get him to sneak away during practice into one of the single bathrooms.

“What’s wrong Juju? I thought you were leading practice today?”

You chuckle, slightly out of breath at the way he was basically manhandling your bottoms off of you. You look up at him, grabbing his jaw and pressing a hard kiss to his lips, your gloss smudging in the process.

“You can’t just show up to my place of work looking like this.”

He was stern, a little bite to his voice as you smile victoriously. You pull him down by his neck with one hand, connecting your lips once again as the other hand goes down to his pants, slowly working down the button of his jeans. His breath hitches, sighing at the slight bit of relief against the strain in his pants. His fingers gently rub at your clit, giving it a little pinch as you squeeze his dick out of reflex. He groans.

“That’s what you get for being a naughty girl at my job.”

“Is this what I get for not knocking on the door?”

Nicholas’s voice sounds through the small bathroom, Euijoo pushing you behind him to not expose your half naked figure to the poor boy who just wanted to use the bathroom in peace.

“Nicholas! Get out!”

Nicholas grumbles, closing the door behind him.

“Why am I getting yelled at you’re the one that didn’t lock the door…”

Yuma:

Yuma’s the definition of a tease. Always leaving lingering touches during the most inconvenient times, like right now. You were getting ready to go to the rooftop pool that came with hotel you and your friends had booked for vacation. Of course, you shared a room with your insatiable boyfriend, something you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Yuma please, our friends are already mad at us because your little problem this morning made us late to breakfast."

You had asked Yuma to help tie the strings of your bikini, something you're now regretting as his hands move across your front, pulling the top up and placing his hands over your bare tits.

"First of all, it was a big problem and second, how could I resist when these beauties were uncovered and in my face?"

He leans down to kiss your neck but you push him off, fixing your top that seemed to have given him a boner already.

"Fix that then meet me upstairs."

You make your way up settling into the hot tub portion as Yuma arrives a couple minutes later. No one questions it, continuing their conversations from before. The drinks you had were starting to take affect, feeling a little tipsy and giggly when Yuma dips in behind you, arms wrapping around your frame and pulling you up against him. You can feel that his problem is still prominent when pushes you back against it, a small whimper escaping your throat. He doesn't say much, only talking when spoken to.

"Hey Y/N, you okay? Your face is all red?"

Jo asks, concerned to which you just nod.

"I'm fine, a little tipsy."

"Oh okay. We're gonna head down but, you two will meet us for dinner?"

Yuma's hand dips low on your body, pushing your panties aside to pinch at your clit, an awkward half-moan escaping your lips as a response to Jo. Once they walk away, Yuma pulls at the strings of your bottoms, watching them float away in the water as his hand cups your pussy.

"So you thought you could walk away from me and it would be okay?"

He pushes in a finger, not at all surprised by how wet you already are for him. You look at him frantic, worried that someone else might come up and see this scene before them. And your worries are true when Jo approaches you two.

"Hey, have you guys seen my phone? I looked in my room but I didn't find it..."

His eyes look at you, and then Yuma, whose eyeing the floating bikini bottoms that just so happen to match your top.

"OH... you guys are... uh, I'm sorry..."

He walks away embarrassed, the tips of his ears burning hotter than the sun. You slap Yuma's arm that is still pumping now two fingers inside of you.

"That was your fault."

Harua:

You loved your relationship with Harua. He was the president of your university club and you were his vice president, always working closely alongside each other. Even decisions where he had complete autonomy, he asked for your opinion no matter what. You always appreciated that quality about him, how much he cared for the members of your club and the student body as well.

But as much as your working relationship was amazing, your physical relationship had to be your favorite. It wasn’t often due to how busy you both were, due in part to both running the club and having your own separate school and social lives outside of the club, but it was still the best one.

“The classroom after the meeting? You’re insane!”

You chuckle as he sets you down on top of the desk, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He makes quick work of them, smiling in satisfaction when your tits spring out after being contained for far too long.

“You drive me insane, wearing a tight-ass shirt knowing damn well how much I love your boobs.”

He mouths at your neck first, leaving kisses down to the valley of your chest. You sigh in content, fingers playing with the baby hairs on his neck. He cups your right breast, pulling your bra down to finally get what he’s been thinking about since the moment you showed up to the meeting.

His tongue flicks across your nipple, looking up at you with a sparkles in his eyes. You smile down at him, laying back on the desk a little as one hand goes to grip your waist. He uses his free hand to palm your other breast.

"Rua... this is too risky..."

"Tell me to stop and I will."

He says, knowing you won't tell him to stop. Your grip on his hair tightens, moving down on the desk a little until your lower half is flush against his. Your face is flushed red, the heat of the situation getting to you.

"No fucking way. I thought it was a rumor but I guess it's true!"

You hear Yuma's evil laughter erupt through the classroom, pushing Harua off of you and closing your shirt to the best of your ability.

"You saw nothing! Tell anyone and I'll tell Professor K you cheated on your exam last week!"

Taki:

You had 1 hour before Taki and Harua were supposed to come over which, in hindsight, was not that much time to get your jollies off, but you didn't care. You needed to get off before you exploded. 1 hour was enough right? You quickly settle into bed, setting a timer for 30 minutes, even though you won't need that long. Grabbing your vibrator you waste no time brining the toy to your clit, not even needing any other external sources to get you off.

Your moans are loud and uncontrolled, not having to worry about the noise level as your neighbors were on vacation. The toy buzzes loud in your ears, a blissful expression washing over your face as the sensations of the vibrator bring you what you've been craving for so long.

You almost don't notice the piercing scream that sounds through your room when a mortified yet already embarrassingly hard Taki bursts through the door of your room.

"Taki, what the fuck?!"

You shout, throwing a blanket over your bare hips. He's turned around, ears red as his voice raises in pitch.

"I texted you that I was coming early! I now know why you didn't check your phone! I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you either, I had my headphones in!"

He takes them out, putting them away as he hears you groan, the hum of the vibrator low under the sheets, but still barely audible. He turns back around, watching as your face scrunches up, indicating your release.

"And you're still getting off?"

He tries to sound disgusted, but the reality of the strain in his pants isn't helping. Once you come down, you answer his question, pulling your blanket off.

"Yeah, and I'm still horny so can you help me and I'll help you?"

His eyes almost blow out of his head at the way you're talking, taking steps closer as he eyes your glistening folds, the vibrator still buzzing against them. He's hovering over you, hand feeling up the plush of your thigh, a finger teasingly circling your hole to which you arch your back slightly. You unbutton his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his dick from its confines. He inserts 2 fingers, which also vibrate inside you as you stroke his cock, both of you moaning from the pleasure.

"So how long have y'all been fucking without telling me."

Harua's voice sounds disappointed as Taki pulls up his pants, you repeating your earlier action of throwing the blanket over yourself again. Nervously, you chuckle,

"umm... we can explain?"

Maki:

(think the go one ep 22 where they went on a mini vacation at that house with the pool)

It was your intention to get his attention. With the way he'd been looking these days, it was hard to control your desires for him. So of course you wore the shortest and tightest shorts possible today with the excuse that it was really hot outside. Maki had invited you to a vacation home they were going to be staying in for the week and who were you to say no?

You splayed out on the couch, not yet wanting to go into the pool where most of the boys could be found. Some were in their rooms getting settled for the week while others just chose to sit outside. No matter what, you were alone on the living room couch. You were sitting up against the arm rest, knees flush against your chest as your shorts rode up higher, impossibly tight against your pussy.

"You always wear shorts that tight?"

Maki walks out of the room, pointing to your crotch to which you feign ignorance as if you cant feel the way the shorts are being sucked in by your slit.

"Huh-"

You open your legs for him to see, silently smirking when you hear his breath hitch as he walks over to you.

"Oh, I had no idea. I'm sorry, am I distracting you?"

And the way you bat your lashes at him lets him know that you did this with the sole purpose of luring him in. He traces a long finger along your thigh sending shivers up your spine.

"Yeah you are, but you knew that already."

He hovers over you, pulling you under him by tugging on your belt loop. He leans down to meet your lips in a searing kiss, a smile present on your face as you feel his length poking through his swim trunks and knowing that your plan worked. It doesn't take long before you're moaning and whimpering under his touch, the dig of his fingers into your waist mouth-watering. It's not until a piercing screech booms through the open living room that you push Maki away for a second.

"AHHH!!! K HYUNG, MAKI AND Y/N ARE NOT JUST FRIENDS!"

Taki scrambles out of the living room, the sight of you and Maki making out on the couch the new headline of tonight's dinner conversation.

"Hide away in the bathroom?"

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K:

You were so happy to be volunteering at the annual cherry blossom festival. You needed more opportunities to showcase your instrumental abilities, and the festival hosts needed many people to sing and perform throughout the day. Thanks to the amazing weather recently, the cherry blossoms bloomed faster than projected, ensuring this year’s turn out to be the biggest it's been in years. You were excited but very nervous to say the least. 

You were told that you could do whatever you would like to for your performance, opting to play the piano and sing some traditional songs. You had spent weeks preparing for the festival, wanting to be able to put on the best performance you could. You had met some of the other people who were volunteering as well, especially noticing one of the guys that was going to be doing a dance performance. He told you to call him K, and you met up with him a couple of times in the months leading up to the festival to practice and critique each other at a nearby university’s music room.  

Somewhere over the course of you guys keeping up with these practices, you felt very comfortable with him, finding yourself blushing at any minor compliment or feedback he would give you. He would notice, playing it up just to see the cute smile spread across your face whenever he could. He didn’t hesitate to make you blush, loving the way your face flushed and knowing it was all for him. It would be little touches at first, helping you adjust your sheet music or helping you with your finger placements on the piano, each time you’d grow a little hotter, and your hands a little sweatier. 

About a week before the festival, you found yourself practicing with K yet again, but this time, you were irritated. The seat you normally used when practicing the piano had been taken out and exchanged for a shorter, less stable seat that made playing the piano an inconvenience. You didn’t have much of a choice though, the other rooms on the floor being locked without an authorized staff’s keycard to open it. K watched as you constantly stretched your knees and back, getting up more time than usual to relieve the pain that was building in your muscles and joints. 

After about 4 hours of practicing, you couldn’t take the pain anymore. You stood up, once again stretching your body to try and relieve the pain, but to no avail. You needed to relax with proper back support. K had stopped too, smirking to himself when an idea popped into his head. He quickly made his way over to the seat you were previously sitting in, watching your face morph from that of pain to confusion. 

“C’mere,”

He says. You slowly walk up to him, still confused as he pats his thighs. 

“Sit on my lap. I might have an idea to help your pain.”

Your face is beet red at his suggestion, and he notices the gears turning in your brain at what you think he’s implying. 

“I don’t mean anything weird by it, promise.”

And while that wasn’t his full intention, he wasn’t going to stop you if things took a different turn. You hesitated for a second longer before agreeing, not wanting to look at him anymore to save face and carefully sitting on his lap. He adjusts you accordingly, shifting his legs behind yours before lifting them up and keeping his back straight. You feel yourself slip above his clothes dick, making indirect contact with it through your pants, but letting out a sigh of relief as he helps you stretch your legs out. You can feel his breath on your neck, yelping a little as he leans back, taking you with him as he lowers his legs to help you stretch out your back. The heat radiating off of your clothed core at every little movement from him has you constantly making little sounds.

“Are you feeling relaxed?”

He leans back up, putting you both back in your original positions as his breath seems somehow closer to your ear now.

“Yeah… Thank you.”

You say, keeping yourself seated as you feel his bulge now, not wanting to miss the feeling as you pretend to adjust yourself. His hands tightly grip your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

“Yeah, you really are relaxed, huh? Pretending to adjust so you can grind yourself down on me?”

You knew you were caught, but you didn’t really care. You had caught on to his antics too, finally deciding to act on it. 

“I wasn’t pretending, but I can get up if you’d like–”

You say, starting to lift yourself off of him.

“–don’t even think about it.”

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Fuma:

You were called in to help the boys with their dance practice and even to help some of them in their vocal lessons. You had helped with the choreography for their new song first, helping them perfect the intricacies of the dance as a team, ensuring their uniformity for performances without pushing them too hard. They were all really grateful to you, you were much nicer than their other instructors and a better teacher as well. You would call the members out one by one for vocal training, letting them leave after working with them if they chose to do so. 

The day had gone from bright and sunny to wet and dreary as big rain drops pelted at the windows of the building. You sighed as you called in Fuma, the last member you needed to work with for the day, and warned the boys about the impending storm. You had been working with them for a while now, knowing that they wouldn’t heed your warnings but wanting to let them know anyways. That’s why you were their favorite– you always looked out for them. You started your lessons with Fuma. He didn’t have much difficulty with his parts so the session went by quickly, wrapping up only about 20 minutes later. 

During that time, the weather had picked up severely, raining harder than before and wind blowing gusts so strong that the trees were at risk of falling. You were even more worried now, walking back to the practice room with Fuma and noticing that no one was left in the room. You sighed, not knowing whether or not they had left before the storm got worse, but now worrying if it was safe enough to leave. Fuma searched his pockets, looking for his phone before realizing that he left it in the vocal practicing room. 

“Hey Y/N, can you let me into the vocal room? I left my phone and keycard in there…”

He laughs nervously, following you as you nod and let him back in, letting the door close behind you. He grabs his phone, a look of relief washing over him. 

“The others made it back safely, I guess it's just me here. I’m gonna wait until the storm is over before heading back.”

You nod, happy that the others were safe as a loud thunder clap sounds throughout the building. You jump a little, caught off guard at the sound when the lights go out. You look around in disbelief, scanning your card and trying hard to open the door but to no avail. The thunder must've knocked out the power, and the backup generators would take at least a little while to kick back on. You sigh as Fuma turns his flashlight on, smiling reassuringly that everything will be okay. 

He takes a seat on the only chair in the room as you pace back and forth, legs starting to hurt after helping them dance for so long. But you didn’t want to say anything to Fuma, knowing he was also tired and not wanting him to have to give up his seat. But he noticed the way your legs would slightly buckle at the pain they felt. 

“If it’s okay with you, you can sit on my lap…”

He offers and you’re thankful his flashlight doesn’t catch your blush. You sit on his lap, trying your best to sit as comfortably as you can. But it doesn’t last long when another clap of thunder rumbles, causing you to flinch back into him more, directly over his clothes cock. He chuckles as your flinch effectively has you grind into him. 

“Scared of thunderstorms?”

He asks, hands rubbing up and down your thighs to try to calm you down, but they only work you up more, especially with how aware you were of what you were sitting on. 

“A little…”

“I can help distract you from them if you’d like?”

He suggests, and you know exactly what he’s thinking with the way his fingers rub circles into your hips. Hopefully the generator doesn’t kick on anytime soon. 

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Nicholas:

You were told that you needed to go with Nicholas, Jo and Maki to their photo shoot because the makeup artist scheduled for today had gotten sick. You quickly got ready, staring at the message that said they would be there in an hour to pick you up. It was pretty short notice, being woken up at 5 in the morning telling you to be ready by 6. You barely had time to wash and dry your hair, hurrying down the stairs of your apartment building.

You’re huffing and puffing by the time you get down there, not realizing how cold it actually was and regretting the decision to put on a skirt. Stepping into the car you noticed that Maki and Jo were sleeping in the 2 seats in the middle row, breathing fogging up the car windows and leaving only the back seat with Nicholas open. You tried to be quiet so as not to disturb the boys, only to realize that the space next to Nicholas had been taken up by the equipment being brought to the photo shoot studio.

Nicholas tried to make space for you, but ultimately you both agreed that sitting on his lap would be the best option, the equipment far too big and wedged into place to move them around quietly. You were nervous to be sitting on Nicholas’s lap, both because you didn’t have a seatbelt on but also because you had the biggest crush on Nicholas. He was holding your waist securely so you didn’t move, warm breath hitting the back of your neck.

At first, it was fine because the roads were smooth and there was no traffic in the way. The site was about an hour away, so you tried your best to relax and get comfortable, as much as you could. The car ride was quiet for the first couple of minutes, Nicholas himself also being very sleepy and relaxed. But when the roads got bumpier, you couldn’t help but let out little noises every time the car jolted, his hips involuntarily jerking up each time. You were directly between his legs too, just barely able to feel his dick through his sweats, but the more bumps the car hit and the sounds you made, the harder it was for him to control how his dick hardened underneath you. His hand moved from your waist to your thigh, gripping it firmly.

“ ‘f you keep moaning like that,”

He murmured lowly, voice rasped with sleep and something heavier,

 “I’m not gonna be able to control myself.”

Your face flushes, heat pooling at your cheeks, clenching around nothing at his words.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Really? Then why do you keep moaning and pushing your hips further onto my dick?”

You hadn’t noticed yourself subtly grinding on him, pleasure hidden between your nerves. You look back at him, a dark look clouding his hooded eyes, fingers slowly trialing up your skirt and above your clit, pressing against the fabric of your panties.

“It’s like you were doing this on purpose? Grinding down on me while wearing a skirt because you know it’d be easy access. And no safety shorts either? You’re a naughty girl.”

You clasp the hand that’s going towards your clit, staring straight into his eyes.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take care of you here, but you gotta help me once we get to the studio. I can’t take pictures with my dick hard.”

You swallowed, your heart racing wildly as you just barely nodded. A smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth, fingers continuing their way up. 

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Euijoo:

Movie nights were common amongst you and the boys. They were on a short hiatus, being able to spend about 3 days off. They were all so grateful, but since their break was so short, Euijoo and Nicholas didn’t fly home. Of course they were a little bummed, but all the members decided to spend the night together, watching a movie at the dorm.

As K’s little sister, you were friends with all the boys and visited often. Especially with Nicholas and Euijoo, being the same age as them. They invited you to join them, all thinking of you as a sister to them as well, except Euijoo. He never said it out loud, but everyone could tell by the way he would stare at you whenever you walked in, smiling and ears red whenever you’d go up to him to give him food you had brought.

He was especially dense because you had given him numerous hints that you like him. You’d always get dressed up to see him, always giving him his food first, even before K, and even bringing him food separate from the other members because you knew what he liked. You thought that maybe he had gotten the hint by now. But you were also dense for not noticing his feelings for you either.

Upon arriving at their dorm, you were welcomed by Euijoo, who you smiled at and opened your arms to give him a hug. He always accepted them with a blush on his face, sighing as he lingered a little too long to take in your scent. You pulled away first, stepping inside and putting the bags of food on the table. They literally cheered, happy that the food was here so that you could start watching the movie.

You went to the bathroom first, everyone situating themselves either on the sofa or the floor. When you walked out, you noticed that there were no seats left. You looked at them, expressionless.

“Where do I sit?”

Little did you both know the boys had this all planned out. You look over to K who’s looking at Euijoo, a smirk present on his face.

“There’s some room next to Euijoo, if he scooches over.”

He immediately begins to scrunch up to the side of the single couch, trying his best to make some room for you. You glare at K, maneuvering through the tangle of legs on the floor and trying your best to fit in the limited space he had provided. Ultimately, you ended up sitting on his legs, body sprawled horizontally over him as your legs dangled off of the seat.

Of course they picked your least favorite genre, horror. You felt bad, constantly jolting at jump scares, and resulting in Euijoo jolting up into you. He had his hands awkwardly placed on your thighs, and you could tell he was nervous by the way they radiated heat, obviously sweaty. But it’s because his hips bucked into your leg at each jump you made, trying his best to calm his hard-on down. But his efforts fail as you cuddle up to him, hiding your face in his shoulder as you hug his upper body, position shifting to where your ass is directly over his hardening length.

He can tell that you can feel it by the way your grip on his shirt tightens. He rambles nervously in your ear, afraid of what you might say or think.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to but I can’t control it you probably think I’m a creep or a weirdo but really I didn’t want for this to happen I’ve just liked you for so long and…”

He cuts himself off when he feels you push your ass down on him, resulting in him biting his lip to suppress a whimper. He squeezes your thigh, thankful for the blanket covering you both so the boys can’t see what’s going on.

“I like you too, Juju. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on sooner.”

You whisper back into his ear, pretending to be scared and occasionally looking back at the screen, but you’re constantly moving on him, making it harder for him to hold back as he trails his fingers towards your spreading heat. What a way to distract you from a horror movie, just have to be quiet not to alert the other members.

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