#straykidssmut

Lee Know

Minho insists he’s unbothered. “It’s easy,” he claims. “Just don’t think about it." But he's clearly lying.

Because Y/N chooses to sit beside him during movie night—and not just beside him, but nestled into his side, fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of his sweater.

“You’re tense,” you tease with a smile.

"Am I?” he mutters, voice dropping an octave.

He stays perfectly still, not even shifting when you rest your head on his shoulder. His eyes stay fixed on the screen, seemingly reciting the alphabet backwards in his mind just to keep it together.

Hyunjin glances over from across the couch and whispers, “Minho’s gonna combust.”

By day ten, Minho is cleaning everything— not out of hygiene, but to distract himself from thinking about you. Even the cats seem to be judging him.

“You’re so weak,” he mutters to himself in the mirror.

"You lasted two minutes of cuddles," he adds, as if taunting his own resolve.

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Changbin

Changbin was determined to win the bet. “I’m strong,” he boasted, flexing his muscles. "I have willpower." But he never saw Y/N walking into the gym in leggings.

“Spot me?” you ask casually.

“Y-yeah, sure,” he stammers, hurriedly trying to compose himself.

Throughout the set, he avoids eye contact, glancing anywhere but at you. The mirror? Nope. The ceiling? Maybe. By the third rep, his face is flushed, and he's mumbling prayers to every deity he knows.

After finishing, he dashingly heads to the locker room to dunk his head under cold water, desperate to cool off.

Later, Chan greets him with a curious, "How’s the challenge going?"

“I’m… suffering," Changbin admits, exhaustion plain in his voice.

He begins doing late-night runs to “clear his mind,” but it’s no use—especially when he sees your text: “Don’t forget to stretch 😉".

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Hyunjin

Hyunjin was brimming with confidence. “I’ll just channel it into my art,” he declared.

But that turned out to be a bad idea. Every painting he created wound up looking just like Y/N.

One night, you visit his studio out of curiosity about what he’s working on.

“Can I see?" you ask.

“No!” he snaps, hastily shielding his canvas as if it’s top secret.

You tilt your head, smirking. “Is that supposed to be me?”

His ears flush bright red. “No… maybe… shut up.”

You sit beside him, peering over his shoulder, and swear you can feel a static warmth radiating from your proximity.

He drops his paintbrush abruptly.

You giggle softly.

He mumbles something that eerily sounds like a prayer.

Later that night, he sends a message to the group chat:

Hyunjin: I think I lost the bet.

Lee Know: How far did you get?

Hyunjin: She smiled.

‎"Is this something you really want, baby?" you asked, kissing Chan's jaw, your hand gripping the side of his t-shirt, the other slipping under it to feel his skin. He shivered as he melted under your touch, his head dropping down, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. His lips found yours once more. "Yes, but only if you're really ok with it," he breathed into the kiss. You could feel his arousal through his sweats, bulging onto your lower stomach.

"I am, because it's something you want," you replied. "And I have to admit, I am not opposed to them sharing me at all, but I would never want it unless it's something you also want for us," you continued. Chan smiled against your lips before deepening the kiss. "How did I get so lucky with you?" he then whispered.

"If by lucky you mean you got yourself a woman who's willing to be shared by two of your chosen brothers, who also are in a relationship together, because you want to watch your woman get fucked by someone else, before getting to fuck her yourself..." you replied, making a breathy giggle release from deep down his throat.

"That's exactly what I mean," he replied, his hands trailing down to grab the hem of his t-shirt that you were wearing, pulling it up. "Then I guess the answer to it is, that you didn't get lucky. I did. I spent so long trying to get your attention, and when you finally saw me... I knew I had won," you admitted, blushing slightly as the t-shirt fell to the floor. Your bralette and a matching thong were all you had underneath.

Even though you were open to try anything, being the centre of not one, but three men's attention at once was apparently something that had your cheeks dusting with pink, the skin warming under Chan's palms as he again cupped your face.

"Trust me when I say this, it's me who won, babygirl. I'm already so fucking turned on even just by the thought of others touching you without me. And it shouldn't be arousing, which is why it's twisted, but you don't judge. They don't either, which is why I trust them with this, with you."

"I'd never judge, baby. And even though Minho and Ji will be included, at the end of the day, this is for you, for us," you breathed, drunk on the situation. You were already starting to dampen through your thong, the idea of being fucked by two other men who also had become your friends over the years while Chan watched...

Even if you'd never before been shared like this, it excited you, because it excited him. You had been shared before, of course, but never without him being one of the men sharing.

"You're absolutely certain of this? We can stop at any moment if you don't feel comfortable, just say the word," Chan asked, searching your eyes for any uncertainty or wavering. He didn't find any. "Yes. Are you? Certain?" you asked in return. "Yes," he exhaled.

"Guys?" he asked, not taking his eyes off yours. "We've been certain from the moment you asked, hyung," Jisung replied. Neither Chan nor you were looking at him or Minho, but you could hear he was smiling. Knew that Minho was too. Probably smirking.

Chan kissed you once more, and then turned you around, nudging you to take the few steps towards Minho and Jisung that still separated you. He stepped behind you, pushing his front flush to your back, his arousal pressing against your lower back through his sweats, as he cupped your left breast with his left hand. You arched into his touch.

His right hand snaked down your front, dipping into your thong. Your eyes closed as you inhaled sharply, his fingers brushing past your clit, through your folds to your entrance. Chan kissed your neck, murmuring into it. "Open your eyes, babe, look at Minho and Han while I prep you for them," he coaxed.

As you opened your eyes, your senses were almost overloaded as two of Chan's fingers dipped into you, just for a moment, before going back up to your clit where they started to circle. While you fought to keep your eyes open, you realized Jisung and Minho were both watching you, their gazes intense.

They still continued to stroke each other, and they had both lost their sweats and shirts, while you and Chan had been ensuring each other of your desire to continue with this. They were both naked, looking at you with such hunger it made your knees weak.

"She's already soaked," Chan groaned, grinding his hips to your ass, trying to get some friction, as his left hand let go of your breast, and snaked between you to unclasp the bralette hooks. You let the bralette fall, somehow losing your shyness along with it.

Jisung's eyes darted to your revealed breasts just as Chan cupped the underside of your left one, while Minho's eyes stayed where they were, on your nethers, where Chan's fingers again found their way inside you.

"Is she fully prepped?" Minho asked, arching a brow, spreading his legs to get more comfortable. Knowing what he meant, you replied, as you leaned onto Chan's chest. "If you're asking about my back door, then yes. You'll see in a moment." Chan chuckled. "Oh she is prepped. I made sure of it."

Chan pulled his fingers out of you, taking the fingers to his lips, sucking them clean. As he kneeled behind you, and started to pull your thong off, he continued in a voice lower than usual. "I can't thank you two enough for agreeing to this. But even so, I have three rules."

"One: no hurting her. She is mine, and any pain play is mine alone to indulge in with her." You stepped out of the thong and after kissing your right cheek, Chan got back up, discarding his own sweats while he was at it, your insides preening at the ownership he displayed over you. He didn't have underwear under his sweats, and his cock rested right above your ass, along your spine.

"Two: no marking her. Same as in number one, she is mine, and only mine to mark. No bruises, no hickeys, no nothing." He kissed each of your shoulders, then turned you for a final kiss, before twirling you back around and slapping your ass gently.

"Three: only I get to know what she tastes like." His deep voice gave you shivers as you watched the guys in front of you accept the rules, nodding together. "Anything else is ok. Kissing, fucking, fingers, anything, and if she asks for something and you're ok with it, go for it. Clear?" he continued.

"Clear, no pain, no marking, no licking or kissing down-under, everything else ok," Jisung replied. "Clear as day, indeed," Minho agreed, smirking.

Chan nudged you lightly with his hips. "Take the reins baby", he said, his voice so much gentler now that he was talking to you again. You nodded, and felt him move away from you. He sat on the recliner next to the couch the guys were sitting on, his very hard cock resting against his lower abdomen.

"May I?", you asked Jisung and Minho, both of whom nodded as a reply.

"Words, boys", you tutted. "Yes", they replied in unison. You smiled, cocking your head to the side, already sensing Chan was about to say something.

"Oh and one more thing. Not a rule, but something for you two to know. She is a cumslut, so please come inside her", Chan said. You could hear a smirk playing in his tone even without seeing him.

"Mmmh, that I am. And, you'll enjoy seeing their cum leaking out of me when you get to fuck me after watching them share me", you added, kneeling in front of Minho as he spread his legs wider to allow you to fit in between.

"You two are weird... but we like weird," Jisung commented, chuckling while his eyes fixated on your mouth, moving closer to Minho's cock that Jisung was still fisting. "We certainly do. I think that can be arrang— oh fuck," Minho groaned as you closed your lips around his tip.

Jisung retracted his hand, allowing you more space to take Minho's length into your mouth. Minho let Jisung's arousal go also, and squeezed his thigh. Your fingers wrapped around Jisung's cock and began to slowly pump, as your mouth descended on Minho, taking him deep right away.

Your nose met the skin around his base, and he let out a guttural moan. "Fuck," he exhaled, hissing as he inhaled when you came up. "She has no gag reflex," he groaned, and you smiled around his cock as you heard Jisung let out a shuddering breath while your hand worked around him.

"I know. I'm a lucky man," you heard Chan's voice reply, deep, husky, aroused to the extreme. You should have tried something like this a lot earlier. You would have agreed to anything when it came to him, if you knew it was something he wanted, needed.

I mean, you had already had a few threesomes with some of his other chosen brothers, friends, and you knew he enjoyed watching you get fucked and filled, but he had always participated before. Had you known he was into just watching before getting his own turn too...

You started to bob your head slowly, taking Minho's length to the back of your throat, sucking as you came up, licking the underside as you went down. Minho swept your hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep your hair out of your face so he could see better, so Jisung and Chan also could.

You kept moving your hand on Jisung, pleasuring him with your hand and fingers. You swiped your thumb along his slit, smearing the precum on the tip, making him hiss. "Holy shit, even her hand feels like... fuck it's so soft," he moaned. Chan let out a small chuckle. He was enjoying how the guys marveled at you. He was... proud.

With a plop, you released Minho's cock, letting it fall against his lower abdomen. "Shit. She's... you're...," he breathed, almost panted, looking down at you.

"Cat caught your tongue?" you asked, licking your lips. Chan chuckled at your quip. He liked it when you were lippy, especially with him.

"Can you scoot down a bit, Minho?" you then asked, still kneeling, letting Jisung's cock go as well. "Yes, I can, but why?" he asked as he slid on the couch, his deliciously thick, strong thighs working as he positioned his ass closer to the edge of the couch, but still keeping it on it.

You reached for a few pillows, and signaled for Minho to sit up. He did, and you placed the pillows behind him, then pushed his shoulder so he'd lean back. "So you can watch me sucking Ji while you fuck me from below," you replied, taking Jisung's hand that he offered for you to get up.

"Thank you Ji. Can you sit on top of the couch backrest right above Minho and spread your legs?" you asked, instructing them to get to positions you wanted them in for this. Chan said to take the reins, so you did.

He enjoyed seeing you take control, especially with others. With him? Sometimes, but mostly it was him dominating you. Which is exactly what you preferred, but the way he was willing, actually asked you to because he needed to, to let go of all control sometimes... the way he trusted you made your insides turn into butterflies, and melt into a puddle, at the same time.

"Oh, ohhh," Jisung exhaled, his pretty lips forming a perfect little 'o', realizing what you were after. You glanced back at your man as Jisung moved, positioning himself right above Minho's line of sight. "You want to watch from the back so you see Minho's dick disappearing into me, or from there so you can see everything else?" you asked, practically purring.

"I'm good right here, babygirl. Gosh, I adore you. You're so divine," he crooned. His hands were on his thighs, you knew he'd try to refrain from touching himself as long as possible, as it would heighten his pleasure once he'd finally get to join, or take you after the guys were done. He knew you'd ask him to join if you needed him, and he knew he could join whenever, if he needed, wanted to.

You took the few steps separating you to him, leaned down a bit, to kiss the corner of his lips. "I adore you," you replied, emphasizing 'you', to make sure amongst all that was happening, he knew that he was the one you wanted, the one you loved, needed, craved.

Chan lifted one of his hands to gently wrap it around your neck, to pull you into a proper kiss, before releasing both your neck and lips. He dropped his hand, and then nudged his chin up, to signal you to continue.

You pursed your lips, air kissing him as you moved away from him, back to Minho and Jisung again. Chan winked, and placed his hand back onto his thigh, a bit closer to his thick arousal than before. You turned back to Minho and Jisung.

Minho had closed his manspread a bit, making it easier for you to climb onto him. Jisung again offered you his hand, and taking it, you placed your feet on either side of Minho's body on the floor.

Minho watched you with pure lust as you let Jisung's hand go and leaned onto his chest, lowering yourself on him, lifting your legs on the couch, shins on it and your insteps on Minho's thighs. Jisung leaned back to the wall behind the couch.

You sat on Minho, your dripping wet cunt sliding over his hard cock as you leaned forward with an intention to kiss him. "Are you both ok with kissing?" you asked, your lips a breath away from his.

As a reply, Minho nudged his chin up, connecting your lips, while his hands grabbed your hips, pushing you down on him to get more friction. His lips opened for you, allowing you to dip your tongue inside his mouth, to glide along his.

"Hey, not cool, he's getting all your attention, bug," Jisung whined playfully. You huffed out a small laugh against Minho's lips, before pecking him once more and sliding a hand between you.

You sat up, your knees still on the couch next to Minho, and grabbed his cock. "Don't worry Ji, you'll get your attention and kisses soon enough," you replied, guiding Minho to your entrance.

Minho's breath hitched as you lowered yourself on him, slowly, making him feel every wet inch of you, taking his length to the hilt. You dropped your head back for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled.

"Fuck me sideways. Now I know what you mean that she's prepped," Minho groaned under you, making you lift your head back up and moan as you smiled, rolling your hips on him. You reached forward with one hand, cupping Jisung's balls gently, making him let out a hiss.

You moved your hand to his shaft, starting to gently pump him once more, while you rolled your hips on Minho, his fingers digging into the skin on your hips, his eyes rolling back. "Told you," Chan chuckled.

"What do you mean? Someone fill me in too," Jisung asked. "She has a plug in," Minho groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet your moves, making you let out a moan as he hit a sweet spot. "And it's structured, ahh, shit... fuck that feels good," he continued.

"Fuck. Ok you have to let me feel that too," Jisung almost whined, his cock leaking precum. "You'll have your turn in a moment," you purred, leaning forward, looking into Jisung's eyes. His eyes dropped down, and he licked his lips, ready to see and feel you go down on him with your nonexistent gag reflex.

Planting one hand on Minho's shoulder, and one under Jisung's thigh on the couch backrest to ground yourself, you licked Jisung's balls, continuing up his shaft, all the way to his tip. "Minho, can you please start to move? I can't properly focus on riding you if I'll deepthroat Jisung at the same time," you asked and explained. Without replying, Minho took control under you, starting to thrust up, slowly at first.

The tip of Jisung's hardness passed your open lips, and you sucked, gently, trying to look up under your lashes to see his reaction. His brows were scrunched together, a silent moan caught in his throat as he looked down, pure and delirious desire flushing his golden honey skin. You looked back down and took him in, slowly, all the way to the back of your throat and past it right away.

You heard Jisung curse under his breath before letting out a low moan. You came up, hollowing out your cheeks as you did, sucking him harder. While you started to bob your head, taking Jisung deep each time, moaning around him to send the vibrations through his cock to his soul, Minho picked up the pace under you, starting to thrust deeper, harder, and slightly faster.

"I didn't know it could be this hot watching Jisung from below, getting head, while I'm fucking the one giving said head," Minho panted. "Kitten, you're too good for us," he added, lifting himself up just slightly to kiss your left nipple, making you moan around Jisung's length.

While the euphoria of being so full, of having two cocks and one toy in you almost took over your mind, Chan and his pleasure in all this still stayed in the forefront of your thoughts. You turned your head just so, signaling Jisung to grab your hair. He did, and knowing what you wanted, he grabbed it so that it fell over his thigh that was furthest from Chan, giving him a clear view of you blowing Jisung.

"Mmmh, babygirl, you look so gorgeous getting fucked like that, sucking and taking cock so well," you heard Chan say. You smiled around Jisung's cock, taking him deeper once more, until your nose touched his base. Keeping yourself there, you let your tongue slide to his balls, licking them, and made a small choking sound. Not because you were choking, but because you knew it would send Jisung's arousal to the edge.

"Fuck," Jisung sighed as he moaned, pulling you up from your hair. The pull was gentler than you'd normally like, but he was adhering to Chan's rules of not hurting you. Minho continued to move, fucking his length into you, now slower, grinding so that he hit the deepest depths of your slick walls, the ridges of the plug inside your ass probably rubbing him just right. His pelvic bone was rubbing your clit with every grind, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jisung leaned down, claiming your lips into a desperate, needy kiss. With a loud plop, he released your lower lip, and attached one of his hands on your breast, kneading it, feeling your hard nipple against his palm, between his fingers. You inhaled sharply as Minho thrusted up, hitting your cervix.

"Ji, she feels so good, fuck—," Minho groaned, looking up at Jisung, who in turn looked down between his legs, locking eyes with Minho. "She's so tight with the plug in her ass," Minho continued. You were still looking up, your hair in Jisung's fist, so you could see his eyes flashing, the need clearly becoming almost unbearable.

"I need to get my cock inside you, bug," Jisung said, leaning down to catch your lips into a searing hot kiss again, letting your hair go and grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer. "Then get inside me," you moaned, right onto his lips as Minho thrusted up and stayed there, halting to possibly avoid coming too early.

"I'm about to reach my first," you admitted, turning your head just enough to look at your man while you again lowered your lips around Jisung's cock as he leaned back to the wall.

Chan's hand was wrapped around his length, and very, almost torturously slowly rubbing it up and down. The sight made your mouth water and your insides clenched around Minho's cock.

He suddenly pulled out, lifting you from your waist. His cock landed onto his lower abdomen, smearing it with your slickness. You let out a small whine, disliking how empty you suddenly felt. You let Jisung's cock spring free from your lips, your saliva coating his lower abdomen. His eyes were half closed with pleasure.

"Fucking hell she loves you, hyung. She had one cock inside her and one down her throat, and the second she looked at you, her insides started to tighten, like she was about to come just because she saw you enjoying seeing her like this. Had to pull out before she milked me dry," Minho panted.

"I know. And I love her just the same, if not more," Chan replied, his thumb brushing over his slit, making him shift in his seat, manspreading more. He lifted one arm behind his head. How in the everloving fuck can he be so gorgeous? You are the luckiest fucking woman in the universe.

"I belong to him, body, heart, mind and soul," you replied, standing up. "You guys are so grossly in love," Jisung sighed as he stood up on the couch before plopping down to sit on it, next to Minho. "I love it," he added, before kissing Minho.

Minho kissed him back, before pushing Jisung back from his chest, breaking the connection of their lips. He got up, stood next to the couch, then turned to look at you, his cock deliciously swinging to one side with his movement.

"Time for Jisung to get his dick inside you too, no?" he smirked. "It is indeed," you replied, breathily. The orgasm that had started to build was ebbing away, but you didn't mind. The one that would no doubt soon come, would feel all the better for it.

"Ji, can you get up on your knees on the couch?" you asked, watching him do exactly that. You took one step towards him, turning your back to him. "Hey, I wanted kisses too," Jisung complained, a small whine and smile in his voice. You turned your head back. "You'll get them, sweetcheeks. In a moment. But first you can fuck me like this," you replied.

You extended your hand to Minho, and he took it, stepping closer to you. You then put both of your hands on his shoulders, and arched your back a bit, presenting yourself better to Jisung. He let out a sharp puff of air, hands landing on your behind. Kneading your cheeks, he spread them a bit, only to slightly tug on the plug that was in your ass. "It's glittery," Jisung chuckled.

You had a split second to catch the smirk playing on Minho's lips before he slotted them onto yours, one hand sliding to the back of your head, the other to the small of your back. At the same time, the tip of Jisung's cock appeared on your entrance. Teasing you and himself, he slid his hard length between your folds, his tip hitting your clit a few times, before finally pushing it in, holding you by your waist.

Jisung thrusted, slowly, bottoming out, while Minho's lips travelled from your lips to your jaw, to your neck. He kissed along the line of your neck, from below your ear to your shoulder, no doubt looking at either Jisung, or how he and you joined at the hips. Jisung halted inside you for a bit, and you actually felt a shiver run through him as his cock pulsed inside you. "Fuck, so tight. Minho you were right, she feels so fucking good and the ridges in the plug... Oh hell," Jisung breathed.

"Told you," Minho added, his voice sending shivers down your spine as he kissed a sensitive spot on your neck.

"Remember Minho, no marking," Chan then rumbled, and you turned your face to him, to allow Minho better access to the sensitive skin on your neck. "I know, hyung," he laughed, and you could feel his smile on your skin as he kissed and licked along your neck.

"You have sharp bunny teeth, I just want you to be careful with them. She's only mine to mark," Chan added, looking into your eyes as he continued to stroke himself. You smiled at his possessiveness.

"I know, but I won't bite her. Not even a nip. Just lips and tongue, I promi—" Minho replied, his sentence cutting short as you let one of your hands travel down his front, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

Jisung started to move behind you, and you let out a low moan, starting to stroke Minho in the same pace as Jisung was thrusting into you. You continued to look at Chan, and seeing his eyes wander all over the scene before him made you absolutely feral.

You didn't know what the psychology behind it all was, but seeing your man watching you getting fucked by his closest friends, his chosen brothers... It was so... taboo. Maybe that's why it was also so very exciting for both of you.

Chan's eyes fixated on your behind where Jisung was pushing his hips to meet your ass for a moment before moving to the hand between you and Minho, which was pumping him in the same rhythm. It was so devastatingly, deliciously, deliriously arousing, the way he looked at you.

His eyes flicked to yours just when Minho kissed you again, and you were just able to see the way Chan's pupils dilated and his eyes widened, lips parting with a low moan slipping from his throat before Minho grabbed your chin to make you look at him as he slipped his hand that had been on the small of your back between you too.

Minho's fingers landed on your now extremely sensitive bundle of nerves, and he began to rub it, slowly, gently at first, before picking up the pace just as Jisung's hips started to thrust into you faster too. Minho was breathing heavily, his lips too far away for you to kiss, because he held you by your chin to be able to look into your eyes. Jisung was panting behind you, moans escaping his throat whenever the plug or your clenching pussy dragged along his length just so.

"Jisung," Minho then said, giving a quick peck to your lips before looking past you at Jisung, still holding your chin. You tried to look at Chan, but were unable to move your head in Minho's grip. "Yeah?" Jisung replied, his pace slowing down for a few thrusts. "Let's give our good kitten her first orgasm, shall we?"

"We shall. And then we can both fill her up," Jisung replied, and you heard the smile in his voice. "Exactly. Do that thing to her what makes me see stars too whenever you do it to me," Minho said, and started to circle your clit, his fingers dipping further down, alternating between spreading his fingers so he could feel where you and Jisung joined, and to give your bundle of nerves the exact pressure and stimulation you needed to be so, very close on tipping over the edge.

You had no idea how Jisung started to move within you, but suddenly he felt bigger, and you felt him deeper, grinding into you so perfectly that you whimpered between them, Minho catching your lips with his again, for just a moment, before letting your chin go and grabbing your waist right above Jisung's hand.

You continued to drag your hand up and down his cock, precum pearling his tip. You brushed over his slit to gather it as extra lubricant. Minho stepped a tiny bit closer, and whispered into your ear. "Look at Chan while we make you come for him, kitten," making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You were assaulted with too many sensations at once. Jisung ground his hips into you in some sort of wave-like motion, making your insides clamp down on his cock, just as he tugged at the plug in your ass and slowly, oh so slowly, started to pull it out, before pushing it back in and pulling it slightly out again. Two of Minho's fingers, slick with your desire, caught your swollen clit between them, gently, but with enough pressure as he started to slightly move his fingers around it, that your knees almost buckled.

Minho's lips found the sensitive spot right below your ear again, and he kissed it, slightly sucking, without leaving a mark, before he blew cool air on it. You fought to keep your eyes open as your cheek landed on Minho's shoulder, so you could see Chan as you came. Chan let out a growl, but it came from so deep within his chest that you felt it in your core even though he was not even touching you.

And then, Jisung started to really move, his hips thrusting his length into you so fast you had a hard time staying in place. Minho was pushing you back to Jisung with the hand on your waist, as his fingers continued to work your clit.

And as Jisung finally pulled the plug out of you, dropping it next to you on the towel on the couch, and sheathed himself to the hilt inside you, you unraveled between them.

A high-pitched cry escaped your throat as your orgasm rushed through you, intense and fast. Your insides were throbbing, your walls clenching around Jisung's cock just for a moment before he pulled out, hugging your back to his chest. Minho stepped in closer, to hold you up between himself and Jisung, and they were kissing each other while they let you ride out your high.

You pried your eyes open as the aftershocks of the orgasm were pulsating through you and looked at Chan. His eyes were impossibly dark, oozing lust and desire, and pure adoration. One side of his plump lower lip was caught between his teeth as he gripped the armrests of the lounge chair, a bit tighter than he probably needed to, but he was trying to ground himself so he'd not come alongside you just seeing you getting fucked, without getting to touch you first.

"Gods, you look so fucking gorgeous, babygirl. I can't wait to get my hands and mouth on you and my cock inside you," he breathed out. "You want to claim me already?" you asked, your voice hazy with the orgasm you just had. Fuck that was intense. "I do, but not yet. Let them fill you up first. I need to see their cum leaking out of you while I claim you."

"I don't know why, but your dirty talk is turning me the fuck on and I'm already way too turned on to even last long before I bust," Jisung commented. "That was too good. And now I need to know where you bought that exact plug because we need to have one as well," he added. Minho chuckled. "Yeah, we really do," he agreed.

"I'll send you the details later," you said, lifting your head from Minho's shoulder. "Ready to have more fun, butt hunter?" you asked him, winking as you did. His tongue slipped between his lips as he tried to keep from bursting to laugh out loud. You turned around to face Jisung. His boba eyes were already looking up at you, as he was still kneeling on the couch. "Ready to have your kisses while you both fuck me?" you smiled down at him, pushing his chest.

Grinning, he replied, "Sure am, bug," as he re-positioned himself, sitting on the couch. "Baby?" you asked as you stepped closer to Jisung while he spread his legs so you could step in between them. "You wanna see them both pound into me or watch me?" you continued, turning your face to your man again.

He was smiling, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. "I think now I need to see them fill you up, babygirl," Chan replied, cocking his head to the side a bit. His lips were parted, and his chest was rising slowly with the deep breaths he was taking.

His cock looked painfully hard. But he preferred it that way. Said he comes so hard he sees the stars whenever he restrains himself from you first, essentially almost giving himself blue balls before rearranging your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

Just the thought of how he'd claim you after Minho and Jisung was making your breath catch. You licked your lips, then dragged your eyes up, allowing them to roam over his chocolate bar abs before catching his eyes. His eyes that were burning. Just for you.

Without you asking, you felt Jisung move. He moved to the corner of the couch, facing Chan as he scooted down so that his head rested on the armrest of the couch, one of his legs down, foot on the ground, while the other was stretched straight on the couch. You turned your head to him, almost giggling as he made grabby hands at you.

"These hands have an acute deficiency of boobs, bug, and my lips are in need of those promised kisses," he said, smiling. Minho almost snorted behind you. "As if I don't kiss you enough or let you fondle my pecs twenty four seven," Minho teased his boyfriend.

"No, you do, but come on. Boobs," Jisung protested, pointing at yours, then making grabby hands at them again with a wide grin. "Yeah yeah, I know, they're pretty spectacular," Minho agreed, slapping your ass. "Not as spectacular as your jiddies though, jagi. No offense, kitten. I'm just biased," Minho added, shrugging.

"None taken. I know you are," you replied, smiling, while climbing on Jisung's lap. "Baby, pass the lube to Minho," you then said as you hovered over Jisung's length, leaning forward. Jisung's hands found your breasts, palms up as you lowered your upper body, leaning in to kiss him. "You know what to do, kitty," you mumbled against Jisung's lips, directing the comment at Minho.

You heard him huff out a laugh as he caught the bottle of lube Chan chucked at him. "I do indeed," Minho replied and you heard the crack of the cap opening. Jisung was massaging your breasts, his hands overflowing with the size of them. While his hands were actually the same size as Chan's, somehow Chan's felt much bigger. As if your breasts knew how to fit perfectly only into his palms.

You placed one of your hands on Jisung's shoulder as you presented your ass to Minho and Chan, sliding the other hand between you and Jisung to wrap your fingers around his cock. Slowly pumping him, you kissed him and swallowed his moan, before he nudged you up a bit so he could catch your right nipple into his mouth. As he sucked slightly on it, circled his tongue around it, making you tremble, Minho's slick fingers found your back entrance.

The cool liquid on them made you shiver, as Minho spread it on you, before pushing first one, and then a second finger in, coating you in the lube also from the inside. You moaned, clenching at the sensation, your pussy tightening around nothing. "Fuck," you breathed as Jisung flicked his tongue on your nipple before switching to the other.

Minho repeated the process once more, before you heard him squirt some more lube onto his palm. Knowing he'd lather his length in it for a few seconds, you moved slightly, making Jisung whine in the process as your nipple slipped from his mouth. But then that whine was replaced by a loud gasp-like moan, as you lined him up on your entrance and lowered yourself down on his hard length.

One of his hands grabbed you by the back of your head as he pulled you down to a kiss, nipping at your bottom lip as you slowly ground on him, lifted your hips a few times, dragging your walls on his cock before Minho stepped in closer. He positioned himself over Jisung's leg, one leg on each side of it for a moment, before lifting the one closer to the couch onto it, his foot planting next to Jisung's outer thigh.

He leaned down, kissing your upper back, right on your spine. "Ready?" he asked, his voice breathy with anticipation. "Chan, baby, you can see what you need to see, yeah?" you asked. "I can, babygirl, go right ahead," he said, giving you permission to go forward.

You'd always check if he had what he needed. Even if this was the first time you were doing this with two others, you had always checked when he had fucked you with someone else. Always.

Because no matter the fact that it was Jisung and Minho who were fucking you, or someone else with Chan at other times, this was all for Chan. For you and him. So he'd better have the best view of this, when both of his brothers stretched you.

"Say please," you teased, smiling against Jisung's lips. Jisung and Minho both paused, but you could feel Jisung holding in a laugh, and failing, as his body was shaking with a silent giggle. "Aishh, babygirl... You're never letting that go, are you?" Chan chuckled. "Nope," you smirked, and kissed Jisung again. Minho lined himself up, ready to start slowly pushing his cock inside your ass.

"Come on Channie hyung, say please so I can fill up her beautiful ass for you," Minho drawled, no doubt smirking and looking at Jisung, if the way the corners of Jisung's eyes were creasing with the laugh he was trying to keep inside his chest. He cleared his throat, and failed at not laughing while his laugh escaped in between his words.

"Yeah Channie hyung, come on, say please." He thrusted slightly under you, making his cock brush against your g-spot. You moaned. You knew Chan was tonguing his cheek again, slight annoyance at the teasing of the guys just amping up his arousal. "Oh the hold you have on me, babygirl. Fine. Please," he huffed, laughter lacing the edges of his voice. He dragged the word out, elongating it. Pleeease.

Just as the word left Chan's lips, Jisung's found yours and one of Minho's hands appeared on your waist, as the other held his base as he pushed the tip in. You stilled, and so did Jisung, allowing Minho to move his hips closer to yours.

You were prepped, and properly lubed, as was Minho's cock, but the fit was so fucking impossibly tight with Jisung's cock inside you already. And Minho was definitely bigger, way bigger, than the plug.

Judging by the inhale Chan took, he had grabbed his cock again. You wished for a mirror on the wall in front of you, so you could see him stroke himself as he watched two cocks disappearing into you. "All good?" Minho asked, pausing, as you drew in a sharp inhale through your teeth. "Yes," you moaned. "Please," you added, needing him to push deeper.

"Ohh, now see, she can say please even without prompting," Minho teased, but then gave neither you nor Chan any time to quip back, as he thrusted in, slowly, but fully bottoming out. "Oh fuck," both you and Jisung breathed at the same time. You breathed deep, trying to allow your body a few inhales to get accustomed to the intrusion, but you already felt the need for more friction.

"Shit," you heard Chan breathe as he shifted in his seat. You knew he was aching to get inside you already but he needed to see you filled with cum first. Your entire body shook with goosebumps over the thought of how he was going to ruin you after.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to last long," Jisung admitted, pulling your face towards his to kiss you, desperately trying to ground himself. "Me neither," Minho groaned. Your breasts got caught in between your bodies, pressing against Jisung's chest. "Minho, please move," you groaned against Jisung's lips, trying to move your hips between them.

"See, she's such a good little kitten, knowing when to say please," Minho drawled again, just purely riling Chan up at this point. He pulled his cock halfway out, then slowly pushed back in, as his fingers brushed along your spine, making you shiver. Jisung stayed still under you, still kissing you through the first thrusts of Minho's thick length inside you, eating up your moans that were escaping your throat.

You came up for air, arching your back as you supported yourself on the couch armrest with your hands. Minho took that, and the "fuck yes", that slipped past your lips as his pelvis once more slowly connected with your ass, as a sign that he could move faster. As he did, Jisung craned his neck, lifting his head off the couch armrest to be able to catch your left nipple between his lips as his hand moulded around your right breast.

Minho thrusted deeper, faster, snapping his pelvis against your behind as he fucked your ass, while Jisung began to slowly grind his cock into you from under you. He was dragging it in and out of your cunt the best he could while being pinned down under you and trying not to slip out while Minho really started to move, now pounding into you, making his cock not only massage your walls, but along Jisung's length.

The sounds you were making were nothing short of pornographic, skin slapping on skin, the wet suction-like noise both the lube and your wetness were making, your moans and heavy breaths filling the air. And despite it all, you could hear Chan move his hand on himself faster, chasing his pleasure now, seeing you being fucked, both of your holes filled with cock, neither of which his.

"Oh my gods, fuck me," you let out, as Jisung actually bit your nipple, getting lost in the moment. You didn't think it would leave a mark, but you nudged his chin up with one hand while you lowered your lips onto his again, preventing him from doing it again. "She's so fucking tight," Minho groaned, thrusting into your ass balls deep, halting in place for just a few breaths.

"I know," you heard Chan say, his voice closer than you expected it to be. Suddenly he was in front of you right beside the couch armrest, his throbbing cock in his hand, hand on your hair yanking you up from Jisung's lips. "Open up," he said in a low grunt, as you were already doing so, mouth open, tongue out, looking up at his eyes through your lashes.

"Good girl," he moaned as he stepped one more step closer and slid his cock into your hot, wet mouth, the underside vein throbbing as it slid alongside your tongue. He managed a few thrusts past your uvula right down your throat, before releasing with a loud moan and a shudder, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around his wrist.

Chan pulled out of your mouth, his cock still rock hard. You knew he would be ready for his round two right after the guys would finish inside you. You swallowed his load, licking your lips, moaning loud as Jisung now licked at your right nipple, but remembering not to bite this time. Chan quickly walked right next to the couch, behind you, so he could see the grand finale of this, assuming, rightly so, that you were all close.

"Shit, fuck," Minho grunted behind you, suddenly releasing into you, shunting his hips right against your behind, his cock as deep inside your ass as it could possibly be. Chan's climax down your throat apparently caused a chain reaction, making all of you erupt one by one. Feeling Minho unload deep inside you, his cock throbbing, ignited your second orgasm as your clit rubbed against Jisung's pelvic bone just so.

It caused the exact friction you needed to be tipped over the edge. You came, panting, moaning out your pleasure. You were loud. And you didn't care.

As Minho stopped moving, holding himself inside your ass, his cock still pulsating inside you, Jisung slightly lifted your hips so he could start to push his cock in and out of you. Wasting no time, he pummeled his length so deep into you that Minho almost slipped out of you, but he held onto your waist, keeping himself sheathed to make the feel of your pussy tighter for his boyfriend.

"Oh f-", Jisung managed before he hissed, followed by a few very imaginative curse words, as his hips bucked up, suddenly losing control. His orgasm made his whole body shake, thrusting his cock even deeper inside you. You felt Jisung's warmth spread into you, some of it even spilling out with how big his load seemed to be.

Chan inhaled sharply behind you, the breath he took hissing between his teeth. You could only imagine how obscene but yet so fucking arousing it looked for him. His woman, filled with two cocks that weren't his, both spurting cum inside you, so that some of it was already leaking out.

Jisung went entirely limp under you, and you wanted to kiss him, but assumed he would not appreciate the taste of Chan's cum on your lips so you didn't. Then things happened fast, as if Minho and Chan had already practiced what to do next. Minho pulled out of you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness, but moan at the gentle kiss he placed on your left ass cheek.

He practically lifted you off Jisung, making more of his cum spill out from your already spent cunt, before laying you down on the couch, your head now on the opposite armrest than Jisung's was. You saw him turn and lift Jisung a bit so that Jisung was still slouched on the couch. Then he kneeled in front of him, licking Jisung's cum that had leaked out of you off his stomach, and took Jisung's softening cock into his mouth.

You assumed Minho was cleaning Jisung, licking and sucking both your desire and his cum off, making Jisung squirm and moan. Probably sensitive as fuck. But you couldn't see what actually was happening, because Chan appeared above you.

You'd never seen him move with as much quickness as he did now, placing your ankles on his shoulders, lifting your hips just slightly so he could align his still hard cock to your leaking entrance, before pushing in with one swift thrust. All the way to the fucking hilt.

The sensation made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your breath caught in your throat. He is so fucking big. Even after all the times he's been inside you, it never ceases to amaze you how big he feels. Especially when he folds you under him like a fucking pretzel.

He folded you in half, placing his hands next to your shoulders to be able to lean down and claim your lips into the most searing, ravaging, desperate kind of kisses that he had ever given you. As if his entire life was hanging on a thread, his only salvation to be found through the connection of your bodies.

He utterly, completely, claimed you. With his cock, his lips, his heart and his soul.

No matter how truly and well fucked you already were, no other could ever compare to the feeling of his perfect dick inside you. It was as if he was moulded just for you. Carved into the perfect, delicious, almost too big for you length, but still just so fucking perfect with the way his thickness stretched you.

"You're mine", he murmured against your lips, almost too tenderly, a stark contrast to the situation you were in. "Yes", you breathed. "Say it", he demanded, biting your lower lip between his teeth, pulling gently as he rocked his hips into you. You moaned as his cock hit your cervix.

"Yours", you sighed. "I'm yours. Only ever yours. Always yours. Forever." Because he loves you like this. Fucked, filled, and still feral and dripping, just for him. His to claim.

"Fucking damn right you are. Mine. Only mine. Forever mine", he grunted, each word highlighted with a sharp thrust. You felt Jisung's cum leaking out of you with each one, your insides already starting to tighten around Chan. So impossibly fast.

"And you are mine", you said. "Yes", he managed to breathe, before you were already pulling his lips into yours, opening for him. His tongue slid against yours, desperately finding another anchor to sink into the depths of your soul that already belonged to him. He parted you for air, pushing himself up to his knees, continuing to move in and out of you, now looking down.

"My fucking god, you look so exquisite. Dripping someone else's cum and yet this cunt, this body, it all belongs to me", he moaned. "Are you going to fill me up, baby? Make that pussy drip with yours, fucking give it to me, every last goddamn drop", you breathed, panting, moaning, whining under him. "Ahhh, fuck yes", Chan groaned, before pulling out for just a moment. Admiring the view, seeing now both your pussy and ass dripping with cum. For him.

His eyes burned with raw, unfiltered lust, before he looked deep into your eyes. The lust melted into overpowering love, as he pushed his cock back in. One of his hands snaked under your ass, his thumb pressing inside you as his cock pumped in and out of your cunt. He moved his other hand between your legs, pushing down on your lower abdomen, feeling his cock move under your skin, inside you, poking your lower belly from the inside.

He then moved his hand down, pressing his thumb on your clit, starting to rub it in circles, perfectly synced with his powerful thrusts. "Chan, baby... fuck... Chris", you moaned. Your legs dropped from his shoulders, landing on his hips and the tops of his thighs. "I'm gonna-", you exhaled, your navel pulling itself towards your spine, your third orgasm right around the corner. A tidal wave, waiting for a rumbling earthquake to release it.

"Let go babygirl, come for me. Give it to me", he breathed, a single drop of sweat making its way down his temple, along his neck, right onto his collarbone. You wanted to lick it off.

"Come with me baby, please", you begged, reaching for him with your hands. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to pull him to you, but he suddenly pulled his thumb out of your ass, lifted his other away from your clit and grabbed your hands, pulling you up to him.

Staying on his knees, he effortlessly lifted you up, as if you weighed next to nothing even with all your curves. He guided your arms onto his shoulders before grabbing you from under your ass. Your hands automatically found their way into his hair, your fingers brushing through his sweaty curls before grabbing a hold of them.

Chan connected your foreheads, needing to look down still so he could see his cock disappear into you, Jisung's cum dripping out now with every thrust. You felt Minho's release drip out of you too, probably onto Chan's cock or thighs, or onto the couch. You'd need to replace the cover fabrics after this.

Chan moved you on him, dragging his cock in and out of you, watching it disappear into the warmth of your dripping wet walls. You watched it with him, and suddenly the sight, the sensations, the emotions, everything, crashed over you as your tidal wave released itself. Your head dropped back, revealing your neck to Chan.

He planted his lips hungrily right where your right clavicle met your neck, and sucked, marking you as he followed you into the whirlpool of your shared climax. Thrusting deep one last time as he brought you down onto his cock so that he was as deep inside you as he could be, he released with a rumbling groan, panting onto your skin.

As you slowly came down from your high, you realized Chan had moved you. He was now sitting on the couch, you were straddling him but your legs were untangled and next to his thighs. He was hugging you to his chest, and your face was facing Jisung and Minho. You blink your eyes open as Chan kisses your hair on top of your head.

Jisung was lounging on Minho, between his thighs, Jisung's back against Minho's chest. One of Minho's hands was resting on top of Jisung's chest, while the other was on his waist, drawing small circles. Jisung's fingers were laced through Minho's on his chest, while his other hand was on Minho's thigh.

They were watching you and Chan, smirking, smiling, but clearly content and happy. For being asked to participate, for being able to give something to you both that both you and Chan clearly thoroughly enjoyed. And you had a feeling that they were also happy to witness what they did. They were happy for you.

Chan's cock was still inside you, slowly softening. You smiled at the guys next to you. "Thank you," you sighed. "Thank us?" Minho cocked one of his brows up. "More like thank you, both of you," Jisung said dreamily.

"You guys are literally way too hot and disgustingly beautiful together," he continued. "Like being allowed to participate was one thing, but watching you two get completely lost in each other afterwards," Jisung added. "Yeah, that was something else," Minho finished his boyfriend's thought.

Somehow at that, you suddenly blushed. "Not you blushing at a compliment after being fucked by three guys with your man's cock still inside you," Jisung chuckled. "Gosh, if I didn't before, now I really get it, Chan. I really do," he added.

"Get what?" Chan asked, his voice deeper than normal, the vibrations of it making their way through your spine, taking root in your brain, making you feel like a field of spring flowers bloomed inside you. "Why you're so completely gone for her."

Chan huffed out a laugh through his nose. "Yeah. I really am," he said, nudging your chin with one finger, making you turn your head to him and look up, only to be met with his lush lips on yours. "I'm gonna make her my wife one day," he murmured against your lips, causing your entire soul to be set on fire.

You forgot how to breathe for a second or two. You froze, your eyes flashing open, the drowsiness caused by three orgasms completely dissipating into thin air in an instant. You parted your lips, looking right into the deep, dark, rich chocolate brown of his eyes. You could fucking drown in them and die happy.

You searched them for any sign of a joke, any sign of panic that he might have felt due to the sudden confession. But you found none. Instead you found a bottomless well, full of absolute adoration and limitless love.

"You mean that?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as your throat was threatening to close due to the tears already welling up your eyes. "I do," Chan breathed. A single tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek until Chan caught it with his lips. "Gosh hyung, save the 'I do' for the altar," Minho groaned. "You're so in love it's making my teeth rot with how sweet it is."

The comment made both you and Chan laugh, Jisung and Minho himself joining in, breaking the sudden small tension Chan's confession created in the atmosphere. Chan's cock was now fully soft inside you, but you didn't want to move. You wanted to get even closer to him, to dive under his skin and live inside his heart.

But you were starting to feel sticky. You needed a shower. "So," you said. "Is it safe to assume we'll be doing this again?"

Chan chuckled. "I'm all for it babygirl, if they are too," he replied. "We are," Minho and Jisung replied at the same time, almost before Chan even had finished his sentence. "Good," Chan replied. You knew he meant it too.

He really did love watching you while you were getting fucked. But he loved filling you up even more when you were already pumped full of cum. "But next time Han, no biting her," he added, his tone serious but not stern or threatening.

"Shit, did I bite? Fuck, man, I'm sorryyyy," Jisung groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. "And to think you warned me and my bunny teeth," Minho said, clearly trying not to laugh. You chuckled out a breathy laugh. "Baby it's ok, it was just a small nick really, he just got lost in the moment and forgot. It won't even leave a mark," you said.

"I know, but I noticed it. Didn't like how it made me react," Chan breathed out. "I know, but he didn't mark me, so it's all good. They followed the other rules. They didn't hurt me, mark me or taste me. Hmm?" you said, kissing the corner of his lips.

"Actually, Minho did, though. Not directly of course, but he did lick me clean," Jisung said, before yelping. You and Chan both turned to look at them. Minho had slapped Jisung on his chest. "Jagiya! Why did you have to out me like that?" he scoffed, laughing as if he didn't believe what he was hearing. "Ouch, jagi, shit. Because I don't want to be the only one who broke the rules," Jisung laughed as he replied, rubbing at his left pec.

"Aishh, why do I even bother with these rules if you're not gonna follow them anyway," Chan groaned. "Because your OCD ass requires rules and order in everything you or we do," you replied for everyone, making both Minho and Jisung huff out a laugh.

"But he didn't taste directly from the source, so I'd say he didn't actually break the rules. Just like Jisung didn't either, he didn't mark me."

Chan sighed, letting out a loud exhale. "I guess so then. But maybe I'll still punish you instead of them," he said. "Looking forward to it," you purred, your insides clenching around him. Chan smirked, his cock twitching inside you, as he tongued the inside of his cheek.

"Ugh, we need to get out of here jagiya before they start fucking again. I'm feeling sticky with all the lube and as much as I enjoyed that, I don't need to witness them going at it again right now," Minho said, suddenly getting up, actually scooping Jisung up bridal style.

"We'll come back for our clothes later," Minho said and winked at you and Chan, starting to walk them over to the door connecting your conjoined houses. The other door leading to the apartment shared by Hyunjin and Felix was locked from your side.

"But jagiiii, I could have watched more," Jisung whined as Minho reached for the door. You giggled at them. "Next time Ji, we can have more fun and you can watch all you like the next time," you shouted after them before Minho pulled the door shut behind them.

"They're so going to fuck when they get into the shower," you added. "Probably. Feral rabbits," Chan agreed, turning your face towards him again, kissing your lips gently.

"Shower or bath?" he asked, breathing in your shared breaths.

"Bath first, please, then shower so I can wash you at least, because I know you'll want to take care of me the rest of the night. You deserve some aftercare too," you said, smiling onto his lips as you pressed yours against his.

"Hmm. Deal. Then lots of water, food and movies after while I rub your legs, back and shoulders? Maybe a glass of the red we have open too," he continued. You nodded. "And maybe you can brush my hair and give me a scalp massage?" Chan asked, getting up, his cock slipping out of you as he too switched you into a bridal position in his arms.

"I can do anything you want, baby," you replied. "So maybe even back scratches?" he whispered, as if he was afraid someone might hear him asking for it. "Yes, even those." You giggled, kissing his neck making him shiver.

He started to walk you upstairs to the ensuite bathroom. In the stairs, you spoke up. "You know," you started. "Yeah?" Chan murmured gently. "You'll say yes," you replied. "Yes to what?" he asked. "When you'll ask me to be your wife," you confessed. Chan stopped right at the top of the stairs.

"You will?" he asked, almost breathless. "Of course you will." Chan beamed down at you. "You want to marry me?" he asked, almost giddy all of a sudden. "Yes," you replied.

"Really? Like for real? Because you weren't joking when you said you'll make me your wife," he suddenly spluttered, his Australian accent thickening with the growing excitement. Both in his tone and down below. You guess thinking about you as his wife was arousing to him.

"Really, really. You're not joking either. You've been ready to be your wife since even before you asked him to move in with you," you replied. Chan started to walk towards the bathroom again, but blindly this time, as he suddenly kissed you so feverishly that he stole your breath away.

"I need to plan the most amazing proposal ever and surprise you. Gosh I fucking adore you," he then breathed against your lips. "And I you," you replied. He placed you onto the floor of your bathroom, right next to the tub, before stepping in closer, his arousal pressing against your lower tummy.

"Please say we can shower first and then have a bath?" Chan asked, his hands finding their way to your behind. "Why?" you asked, your voice breathy. You were ready to go again too. Knowing he wanted to marry you, too, suddenly had you feral. "Because I really need to fuck my future wife right now," he admitted, making millions of tiny butterflies start to swarm in your heart and stomach.

"Well. At least our future wedding hashtag will be fitting," you replied, taking his hand and leading him behind the glass wall into the shower corner, turning the waterfall shower on. "Wedding hashtag? How so? Do you already have one in mind for us?" he smiled, stepping under the water, pulling you to him.

You lifted your arms over his shoulders, pulling him into a wet kiss. "I do, yeah," you said, lifting your left leg onto his hip. He grabbed you from under your thigh, your leg dangling over his arm as he lined himself onto your entrance again, already knowing you'd still be ready for him, wet from before and now again.

"Mmmh, hearing you say 'I do' does things to me," Chan said and pushed his cock inside you with one fluid movement, moaning onto your lips. "Now tell me, what's the hashtag?" he asked, staying in place.

"#shebangs," you replied, making him pause, before bursting out into a laugh that elicited those tiny adorable squeaks from his throat that you loved so goddamn much. "I fucking love your brain," he then said, still giggling. You couldn't help but smile, joining him in his laughter.

"But it fits, right? She bangs, because I do bang you, let you bang me, let others bang me so you can watch and bang me after, but also I'm going to become a Bang, well Bahng, but anyway. And it's a Ricky Martin song too, so the innocent people will think it's a funny reference to that and a play on me getting your last name."

"Yeah, and the not so innocent ones will know exactly what you meant by it," he murmured as he pulled halfway out of you, and pushed his cock back in, making you moan. "That's exactly the point," you replied. "It's settled then, that'll be our wedding hashtag," Chan chuckled, moving slowly inside you again, pressing his lush lips on yours.

"Now, future Mrs. Bahng. Let me bang you, so you can confidently say that you do, in fact, bang."

A/n: Welp, that's the end of this rollercoaster of a story. I really tried to limit the amount of minsung portrayed here as much as I can for those who aren't comfortable with it 😞. Anyways, thanks for reading.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

it started out with small, platonic kisses on the forehead whenever you greeted or bid farewell to him, whenever he was down or he made an achievement. then one night, felix ran out of his laneige lip sleeping mask and asked to borrow some of yours. you expected him to walk into the bathroom and apply some himself, not for him to capture your lips in a kiss. this marked the beginning of frequent, affectionate make out sessions, something you both regarded as entirely friendly.

if you were quite honest, felix was an incredible kisser. his kisses were just the way you desired—slow and slutty. he’d get handsy when reunited after time apart, fingers caressing your skin tenderly and palms resting high on your hips. whenever felix was pissed, kissing you brought solace, releasing tension into sloppy kisses. without a doubt, his lips always found their way to yours. his anger subsided as he sought refuge and calm, as if your lips were his safe haven. his hands would be fiery, roaming all over your body, groping and tugging at your clothes, and you welcomed the affection. anything for your best friend.

sometimes you’d be laying on top of him, chest to chest, when he’d gaze at you through half-lidded eyes and grant your lips with chaste kisses. or you’d be standing up, focused on something other than him, and he’d come up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, placing delicate kisses around your neck. he’d hug you closer as if he wanted to mold your bodies together, like each other’s missing puzzle piece. kissing in public is where his limits lie, however. he loves having you all over him, felix is just that kind of person, but public affection becomes too embarrassing, and he doesn’t enjoy the teasing nor the attention.

felix’s lips were a work of art, inviting and sensual. soft, full, and slightly parted, they curved into a perpetual subtle smile, as if holding a secret. the cupid’s bow was defined, giving his mouth a delicate yet masculine shape. when he smiled, the corners would lift, and his lips would curl upwards, radiating warmth. in repose, his lips were relaxed, slightly pink, and irresistibly biteable. when pressed against yours, they were velvety soft, moulding to fit perfectly. the gentle give of his lips as he kissed was intoxicating, making every touch feel like a whispered promise. felix’s lips were an extension of his emotions, conveying every feeling with subtlety and power. they could convey reassurance, comfort, or desire, making them an irresistible focal point, drawing you in with every kiss.

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