"Say it again," you murmur, rolling your hips slowly, watching the way Chan's breath hitches beneath you. His fingers dig into your thighs, blunt nails leaving half moons in your skin, but he doesn't dare move โ not unless you tell him to.
"You're filthy," you tell him, not unkindly, dragging a thumb over his bottom lip. His mouth falls open instantly, obedient, and you can see the way his throat works as he swallows, like heโs already tasting what heโs about to beg for.
he tries thrusting up into you but stopping short when you click your tongue. "Please," he gasps, pupils blown wide, chest heaving, "Please, justโ"
"please what again?" you tease, slowing your hips to a maddening stop, your thighs bracketing his trembling body. "Use your words, baby."
Chan whimpers, the sound punched out of him when you roll your hips just once, just enough to make his back arch off the bed. "spit," he chokes out, voice wrecked, "In myโin my mouth, please, pleaseโ"
The laugh that slips from your lips is low, indulgent, you donโt let him move, pressing a palm flat against his stomach to pin him down.
His mouth is still open, lips slick with saliva, and you can see the faint tremor in his jaw as he waits โ always waiting, so good for you.
"so desperate," you muse, dragging your thumb along his lower lip again, this time pressing down just hard enough to make him whine. His tongue darts out instinctively, wetting your skin, and you hum approvingly. "Look at you. Begging for it like some cheap slut." The words make him grip on your waist even tighter, his cock twitching inside you as a fresh wave of heat pulses between your thighs.
You lean forward, letting your hair curtain around both of your faces, close enough that his ragged breaths fog against your lips. His eyes are wild, unfocused, "open," you murmur, wrapping a hand around his throat, and he obeys instantly.
You let the spit pool in your mouth for a second, just to watch his chest stutter with anticipation, his hips jerking helplessly beneath you like heโs already halfway there, his breath coming in ragged, wet gasps. When you finally let it fall, it lands heavy on his tongue, and the sound he makes is filthy, a punched out groan that rattles his ribs as his entire body seizes up beneath you.
and that's not surprisingly all it took
"Gonnaโ" he manages, his eyes roll back, lashes fluttering, and for a second, he looks ruined, his lips still parted around your spit, his throat working as he swallows it down like itโs the only thing keeping him alive.
"Gonna cum, fuck, Iโmโ" The warning spills out of him, broken, his voice cracking as his fingers claw at your hips to frantically fuck up into you.
You donโt stop him โcouldnโt even if you wanted to, not with the way his hips stutter beneath you, his cock jerking inside you as his orgasm rips through him without warning.
His back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as he spills into you in hot, pulsing waves. His thighs shake against yours, his breath coming in ragged, punched out gasps as he fell apart beneath you.
your fingers comb through the sweat damp hair at his temples, watching his eyelashes flutter as he struggles to focus on your face. His chest heaves, his skin flushed pink "Just a little spit in your mouth, and you fell apart like that?"
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Cw: asphyxiation//choking//thigh riding// dacryphilia// size kink// begging//biting// marking//possessiveness// nipple play// readers quite mean// hyunjins slightlyyyy dominant// fingering// slight corruption// manhandling// could be read as boypussy except from changbin and han
Rubbing his face against you and clinging onto you almost always
You always know when he's in pre-heat
He gets extra submissive and clingy with you
Constantly looking at you with the sweetest heart eyes
He'll feel very warm, his cheeks, ears and neck will be dusted pink
Until eventually he ends up either in your lap humping your thigh or laying cuddled up to your side and rutting into your hip
He never leaves the room in his heats
And doesn't like having you leave even if it's to get food or something to drink but you reassure him you'll be back soon
In a constant daze, always looking flushed and tired
He LOVES you taking complete control of him
Pinning him down and manhandling him to your liking
Knotting him as many times as you'd like
If he becomes very overwhelmed when you're fucking him so good he'll sink his canines into your shoulder
The prettiest muffled cries and moans ripping through him
He'll always trigger your rut
His scent is just so addicting to you
He's always so sweet and adorable during his heats yet loves how rough and relentless you are
Having him bent over, his ass in the air as your gripping his arms behind his back. His face smushed into the pillow as your growling and grunting behind him
Fucking him so deeply whilst he just whines and whimpers so beautifully
His slick dripping down his thighs and making such a loud squelching sound as your cock drills into him
Will beg you to knot him
Will beg you to cum inside him
Will beg you to choke him
Will beg you to just ruin him
And the way he pleads is so sweet you can't resist, you'd do anything for your little omega
Lee Know
Super bratty during his pre-heats but when his heat comes he's surprisingly obedient
Don't get me wrong he can be feisty
Might bite you then and there but he'll let you do what you want with him
During his pre-heats he likes to act out alot but a just give him a warning growl and he'll back off
He won't really tell you when his heat starts but he'll find a way to let you know
He'd probably sit on your lap for a while until you feel his slick begin seeping through and onto your trousers
Or he'd be constantly at your neck, sniffing, licking and biting
You love how red he gets whilst you're fucking him
From his ears down to his chest and BRIGHT red and so hot to the touch
Loses control sometimes and forgets his place and ends up shoving you onto your back and riding you so hard you feel your dick may fall off
You can't say you'd complain about it, it feels fucking amazing the way he slams himself down onto your cock
He prefers you fuck him on his back so he could wrap himself around you tightly
He loves how big your cock is and how deep it reaches everytime
His slick is something that could send any alpha into rut from a mile away
It smells and tastes of honey
There's been many times where you'd just have him on his stomach whilst you eat him out
He'd definitely mark you
He's a big biter
You have many marks and scars from where he's bitten you and you love them
Changbin
He's so cute during his heats I wanna eat him
No like literally I can't
He's covered with many bite marks from you and your ruts cause you get so much cuteness aggression from him
He's just so twitchy and sensitive you can't keep your hands off him
His titties get...bigger and insanely sensitive
He'll cry through most of his heat wether your fucking him or not
He just gets so emotional
And that turns you on alot...I mean...He's so cute when he cries (and so is lix)
Tiny leaky cock ๐ค๐ป
He's usually quite quiet when you're fucking him but they'll get louder the rougher you get and the closer he's getting
You love touching his ears and tail
He'll let out a little whimper when your fingers brush across them lightly
You love to tease him
He's so pathetic and you're so mean to poor binnie
Stopping right as he's about to cum, brushing your fingers against his ears and getting him all wet just to leave him, pinching his overly sensitive nipples and making him cum all over himself and then laughing at him whilst he lays there sobbing and hiding behind his arms
Your knots so big it's almost a struggle to push it in him every time but he finally manages after getting him to relax a little
You love to hold him so tight whilst your waiting to be detached from him
Kissing him softly as he just whines with tears streaming down his cheeks
Hyunjin
Sluttiest omega ever
It's like he gets possessed by something
Will show himself off infront of you
Put on a little show
Strip himself down whilst you sit back on the bed and watch
Will crawl on the bed towards with dark lust filled eyes looking like he's ready to devour you
You may be the alpha but doesn't stop him from teasing you and making you beg for his hole
Laying down on his back with his legs up in front of you whilst he fingers himself
So much slick is dripping down the bed and his fingers, it's making your cock twitch
He'll finger himself until he's had enough and is needy for your cock
He'll climb into your lap and slide himself down onto you
He'll ride you slowly
He basically tortures himself
Gets himself so worked up to the point he's tearing up and begging you to ruin him
Sweat dripping down his face as he looks so fucked out
You'll finally flip him over and give him what he's been begging for
Wrapping your hands tightly round his throat hard enough it makes him slightly gasp for air
Will smile that that fucked out manic smile he does as your losing all your control over him
Your primal instincts start to creep up, your mind confusing horny and aggression and mixing them into one
At that point hyunjin's a goner
His facade of having you beg for him long gone as your primal instincts kick in
Growling out that he's yours and only yours, how if anyone dares to lay a hand on him you'd rip them apart
Takes your knot so well
Lays there completely limp after, you'd think he's dead
Han
He's so needy during his heats
Constantly fucking himself back onto you
Touching you at every chance he can get
Grinding his ass against you to get your attention
He basically lives on your lap when you're not fucking
So loud omg
His moans are so pretty though
Just makes sure if he's in heat that there's nobody else in the house cause he WILL keep them up all night with his loud cries and moans
Huge pillow princess
Will make you do EVERYTHING
Will lay there and take it so well though
No complaints, he'd just let you do whatever you'd like
If you're feeling mean though, then you'll make him ride you
He's so pathetic when he's desperately trying to ride you
Whining as he grips your shoulders and attempts to bounce himself on your cock
He'd eventually give up, legs going weak as he flops down and just grinds his cock onto your stomach
Definitely the type to lick you
He's sitting in your lap and wrapping himself around you as he lick at your neck every so often
It's his way of trying to get your complete attention and tell you he's needy again
His legs tremble when he cums it's so cute
Felix
Produces so much slick you'd think he would be bone dry by the next day
But ofc he isn't, he produces just as much...maybe even more
Such a wet, slippy mess when you fuck him through his heats
But his slick makes you completely animalistic
You lose all sense of control when he's bent over in front of you, slick pouring down his thighs and pooling at his knees
You have to change and wash the sheets every day through his heats
He always soaks through his underwear
It's a very easy glide when you first shove your cock into him and he's always so warm
The sweetest little omega
In both ways
He's constantly thanking you for everything you give him, every heat you've helped him through, how well you take care of him, how good you fuck him
And also sweet as in his slick
It's like cotton candy, you could eat away for hours until you feel as if your teeth may rot
He's got a huge thing for the size difference between you both
He's so tiny and cute whilst your so big and intimidating, yet very kind and caring on the inside
Your cock bulges in his stomach it's so big
With the amount of slick he produces it's an easy fit luckily but he loves the feeling of being stretched so wide
Your knots a whole other story
It makes him cry
Not sad tears, very very happy tears
He fucking LOVES your knot and will beg so much for it
Seungmin
We all know he purposely pisses you off just so you can manhandle him
We all know he loves that shit and gets off on it
The way you grab him by the throat and growl in his ear for him to behave
The way you hook his arms behind his back and hold him in place as you do whatever you want to him
He just smiles and giggles the whole time
It's his happy place being thrown around by you
Especially when in heat
He could cum just by you putting him in a headlock
Which you do often
Having lay on his stomach, your arms hooked around his neck and locking in place as you pound your cock into him
He just lays there and cries out the most pathetic moans
He has a little thing for slight asphyxiation
Loves when you choke him to the point he's going dizzy and gasping for air
He's so slutty during his heats and you love it
Wiggling his perky little butt at you or putting his hand right over your crotch and acting all innocent when you glare at him
Would definitely stick his tongue out and pant when you've got him bent over and fucking his brains out
He'd love to ride you thigh as his slick drips out all over your trousers
Won't admit it but he loves being knotted by you
The feeling of being attached to you so intimately makes him feel so fuzzy inside
I.N
Super shy during his heats
Reluctant to touch you or initiate anything
He'd go as long as he could through his heats until you finally find out he's in heat
You try encourage him to start telling you but he's too embarrassed
Though he has asked once but it's because he was insanely desperate and was basically losing his mind
He's so blushy when you begin stripping him down which just makes you wanna devour him
He definitely knows how to set your primal instincts off without trying
You become so protective over him
He gets flustered when you growl at anyone who steps even anywhere near him
He shakes a little when you tower over the top of him, gulping as you touch his body teasingly
His moans are so adorable
He tries holding them back but when you're being so rough with him he can't help but let them slip out
Can't help but claw down your back when you're fucking him into the mattress
His claws are quite sharp so he'd accidentally make you bleed a little
Not that you mind
Let's out a very loud gasp when your knot slips in
He's never used to the size of it
Was very confused the first time you ever knotted him since you were his very first and he had no knowledge or experience
Took him by surprise when suddenly something even thicker slipped in and suddenly become attached to the inside of him
You just laughed and kissed him before explaining what happened
Written by: @gnabieprotector and @live-laugh-bangchan <3
Summary: Seungminโs making an effort to hang out with his members more often, so when Chan invites him over after a grueling recording session, Seungmin, of course, agrees. And maybe it wasnโt the smartest idea to drink with his hyung when he knows heโs a lightweight, but could you blame the guy? Itโs not his fault that Chan offered him a beer. And then another, and another, until heโs lost track of what number can heโs on. And itโs not his fault that he brought up porn! What else are two bros supposed to talk about?
A few puppy play videos later, the two of them are convinced they would never be into something โthat freakyโ. Which is why they canโt stop thinking about the boy in the videos - because it was weirdโฆright?
TLDR; drunk Seungchan accidentally unlocked their puppy kinks, and their partners deal with the fallout.
w.c.: 1.8K
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Hello everyone! I'm so so excited to be dropping a little teaser into this fic for everyone <3 Sirap and I will each be writing Chan's and Seungmin's parts respectively, so keep on the lookout! I'll make sure to link them to this fic once they're up. They have been an absolute delight to work with, so please make sure to check their other works out at @gnabieprotector while you wait for the next parts of this fic ehehe <3 I hope you enjoy the intro, and be on the lookout for both of our fics soon!
Chan is already regretting inviting Seungmin over.
Not because he doesnโt love Seungmin - Chan loves all of his members so much that the weight of it consumes him sometimes - but because he forgot that Seungmin is a lightweight, so susceptible to the Asian flush that Chanโs almost certain that Seungmin could take a sniff of one of their shitty beers and feel a little tipsy.
Chan invited him over after one of the longest recording sessions theyโve had in a while, telling Seungmin he deserves a chance to relax, to destress. The producing program had fought him the entire time, so he needed to relax, too. Heโs pretty sure the program was actually eating the MIDI tracks by the end of their night, which had him two seconds away from tearing his own hair out. It never helped that Seungmin was a perfectionist and needed to record his lines over and over and over until the line didnโt sound like real words to them anymore. The program ate his โperfectโ line one too many times, and Chan honestly canโt believe they actually managed to record a line that Seungmin liked that didnโt get eaten by the recording program immediately afterwards.
So maybe, just maybe, Chan had been stressed out enough to have forgotten about Seungminโs alcohol intolerance. He was already starting to feel the pleasant buzz of alcohol under his skin by the time he realized that Seungmin was getting a little too loopy to only be one and a half beers in. But he had shrugged it off - Seungminโs kind of strange in the first place - and kept passing him drinks when he finished his. No harm, really, because both of them are tucked into his dorm, and he wouldnโt mind having a sleepover with his dongsaeng. He knows that Seungmin misses the bustle of the old dorm, where all of them were packed in together. Misses the easy warmth that came along with it, how he could curl up next to someone and no one would breathe a word about it. Seungminโs not good about asking for what he needs, much like Chan, and Chan knows that it was easier to not have to ask at all before.
โฆplus, Seungminโs more clingy when heโs a little tipsy. Heโs got his legs splayed over Chanโs now on the couch, and heโs playing with the hem of Chanโs hoodie aimlessly, rolling it between his fingers. Chan lets himself be a little greedy, and bask in the comfort of his dongsaeng being so willing to be near him so easily.ย
At least, it was comfortable. Until Seungmin stops scrolling on his phone, tugging on Chanโs hoodie with more intention now.ย
โHyung.โ
Chan gives him a look, already knowing something was up. โYes, Seungmin, I would still love you if youโre a worm-โ
โHyung, no! I have a more important question for you.โ Seungmin interrupts and oh no.
Seungminโs got that evil glint in his eye that lets Chan know heโs got a bad idea. Sober Seungmin would never miss a chance to tease him, and a loose-lipped, definitely drunk Seungmin is somehow worse. Chan braces himself for impact, giving him his best deadpan stare through the haze of his own tipsiness.ย
โHave you heard of petplay?โ
Seungmin says with a grin that already makes Chan feel hot under the collar. Even if he has no idea what it is, that look tells him everything he needs to know.
โNo, I hav-โ
โIt's this sex thing.โย
Chan sighs deeply, shaking his head.
โWhy am I not surprised? Go on.โย
After all these years he knows Seungmin. He knows that drunk hangouts often lead to risquรฉ topics just because Seungmin thinks it's funny and somehow got it into his head that Chan was all knowing when it came to sex. At least now he's not expecting Chan to explain it.ย
โPretty self explanatory really. โPetโ and โplayโ. Someone acts like a pet and the other is likeโฆ their master.โย
Seungmin chuckles drunkenly and holds up his phone way too close to Chan's face. The older has to grab his wrist to pull it back so he can make any sense of what he's showing him. It's a video. A guy with puppy ears and a tail is on his knees, looking up into the camera. He's seemingly rutting against someone's shoe, tongue poking out from between his lips. Chan thanks whoever's up there that the video is muted. His face is already turning red, heat spreading throughout his stomach. That wasโฆ.new.ย
โDo you regularly watch porn on your phone while we hang out?โ
He says as calmly as he can. If this turns into one of those โbro-yโ moments where they watch porn together and pretend they're not turned on he'll have to go die in a ditch. This was just his dongsaeng teasing him, nothing more.ย
Seungmin rolls his eyes.
โNo. Duh. I just remembered our old Redlights performance. You know, where we all were on leashes? Turns out it's a whole fetish.โย
Chan groans and hides his face in his hands.ย
โWhy would you bring that upโฆ it was so long ago.โ
He mumbles into his palms. Seungmin has a shit eating grin on his lips, happy that his topic of conversation is having the desired effect.ย
โHey, Stays loved it. Do you think our stylists would do something like it again?โ
He chuckles.ย
Chan pulls back his hands to give Seungmin a deadpan glare.
โIf you bring it up I'll place a JYP standee in your room while you sleep. No.โ
Seungmin just laughs drunkenly, way too happy with himself. Chan can't lose to him.ย
โAren't you a little too into this? The puppy branding got into your head, huh?โย
He teases, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.ย
โPuppy Seungmin is so horny he can't help but watch porn with his hyung in the room~โ
Chan hums, tone sickly sweet. He feels Seungminโs thighs twitch where they lay in his lap, eyebrows furrowed in mock irritation. Seungmin definitely didn't like that. Not at all.ย
โN-no!โ Seungmin yelps, โYah, youโre as bad as Minho-hyung! Iโm not a puppy. If anything, youโre the wolf in heat! Always flashing your tits for Stays like a dog begging for praise. Channie wants a treat, huh?โ
Chan flusters, suddenly very glad that Seungminโs ranting more to the ceiling than to him. He hopes the red on his face can be excused by alcohol if Seungmin looks over. Not because heโs into that kind of thing, or anything. But itโs a little embarrassing to be having this kind of conversation with his dongsaeng, especially one who loves to drag a bit out until itโs long dead.
Yeah, thatโs why Chanโs mind is racing. Heโs only imagining himself as the boy in the video because Seungmin is making him, talking about all this โwolf in heatโ stuff. He needs to put a stop to this before Seungmin gets carried away.
โYouโre quiet because Iโm right!โ Seungmin says proudly, pointing an accusatory finger โatโ Chan (or at the space next to Chanโs head - the worldโs a little blurry right now).
โSeungmin, seriously-โ
โChannie likes being a good boy.โ
Itโs as if lightning strikes his body. Chan squeaks, an unbecoming sound, whole body jolting, almost knocking Seungminโs legs off of his. If Seungmin thought he was some all-knowing sex god before, heโs just reduced himself back to blushing virgin. Heโs pretty sure his cheeks are on fire, and heโs not drunk enough to play that kind of red off. He can feel it burning like magma under his skin, going down, down, down until heโs certain that itโs painted his neck a blotchy red, too.
Seungmin, bless him, is still giggling away, eyes wide and mouth curled into that evil little smile of his. Chan canโt look at him, canโt perceive him, not when his mind is still reeling from how easily Seungmin made this about him.
โKim Seungmin-โ
โDonโt full name me, puppy boy~โ Seungmin sings, delighted with himself, โIโm the hyung now! Puppy shouldnโt be so mean to his-hic! HisโฆhisโฆuhhhhโฆI forgot what I was sayinโ, hyung.โ
Seungmin sends him a sheepish, dazed grin, and Chan is so, so glad that Seungmin is drunk right now. Hopefully drunk enough to have forgotten this entire conversation by the morning, fingers crossed. Which makes him feel less bad when he opens his mouth to dig right back into Seungmin, because Chanโs lips are a little loose too, and he canโt be the only one whoโs feeling humiliated in the room.
โOh cโmon Seungmo, we both know who the real puppy is,โ Chan coos, bringing a hand down to pinch at Seungminโs cheek lovingly, โYouโre the one who showed hyung the video, you know. Bet thatโs why you like when we manhandle you a bit, too. Just a silly dog who needs to be put in his place.โ
Seungmin opens and closes his mouth as he tries to find the words through his drunken daze. That definitely didnโt affect him in any way. He didnโt twitch in his pants and he didnโt shiver. Chan was being a total bully and Seungmin doesnโt like being bullied because why would anyone? The younger man swallows dryly, turning his face away from him.ย
Chan chuckles mischievously, happy to have the upper hand so easily, and grabs Seungmin's chin, shaking his head side to side.ย
โPoor mutt canโt think? Awhโฆโย
He pouts mockingly, but he canโt hide the affection in his eyes. Heโs just so cute, especially when heโs drunk and flustered. Seungmin's hands feel clammy as they push Chans away with a huff. His head spins from the shaking, everything looking more and more blurry by the second.ย
โYouโre a- a dickhead. Itโs uhhhโฆ hyungs fault. Changbin- Changbin hyung is just funny to piss off.โย
He says oh so very convincingly. Chan just giggles, reaching up to pet his hair.ย
โWhatever helps you sleep at night man.โ
Seungmin canโt help but pout, turning his face away to hide his painfully obvious flush.ย
โChangbin hyung is definitely into it though. He gets like, excited when I say stuff?โ
He mumbles in an attempt to change the topic. Chan snorts in laughter, nodding.ย
โDo you still have that bruise from a few days ago?โ
Seungmin groans and shows off the branding thatโs still apparent on his wrist in the clear shape of the rapper's handprint.ย
โHeโs the biggest freak. I think he only works out so he can throw people around.โย
He huffs.
โOh absolutely.โ
And they keep talking the night away until they fall asleep, both drunken heaps on the floor. Neither of them bring up the petplay thing after that, but they both think about it. What it would be like. What it would feel like. If their partners would indulge them. Purely out of fascination of course, definitely not for any other reasonsโฆ
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I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3
warnings: slight begging from Chan, allusions to free use Chan, quick mommy kink at the end because why not, public shenanigans, nothing too explicit
A/N: Hey, long time no see. I wanted to make something short and quick while working on my AO3 series, so I thought I'd give the new fake-texts-thing a try. Hope it's not too awful, enjoy.
okay that's it bye- (my requests are somewhat open again btw, send me something if you dare)
gulping down the spit that pooled in your mouth. you wanted to corrupt him. you needed to see him cry from pleasure. shake from pleasure.
because how?
Just how could anybody not instantly fall for this sweetheart ?
chest warm, swollen under your palms as you kneaded into the flesh. sticking your tongue down onto his leaking nubs. tasting the sweet white substance that dripped out in copious amounts.
"f-full. m-more" chan whimpers. his hand gently coming to rest on the back of your head. urging you to do more than just lick him.
"what'd you want me to do, baby?" teasing him ever so much. wanting to know what exactly he wanted you to do.
his lips parting. the cow hybrid whines, refusing to look at you. instead his ears go flat on his head.
"come now, channie. tell me what you want..."
"...m-mouth" he whispers, trying to signal to you what he meant. you smiled, deciding you'd only help him if he used his words.
pinching his swollen nub hard enough to have him arch his back. a long drawn out whine escaping his lips.
"please...s-suck" and in a second you lower your head. revelling in the way he gently nudges your face to his chest. gasping in a cute way. so extremely cute that it only makes you suck harder. drinking the milk with half lidded eyes. his scent filling up your nostrils.
"channie..." you mumble, squeezing his chest rhythmically. not caring if his bedsheets got stained.
"m-mhm" he murmurs, writhing into his pillow. hair messy and ears still pressed dosn on his fluffy hair. his cheeks red and lips stained with spit.
"baby" you call out again. heart racing at the way he lifts his head up. looking at you with big doe eyes. glassy and wide.
"you taste sooo good"
watching his eyes widen even more. his hands coming up to cover his face. a soft little noise leaving him. it sounds almost like a calf.
"did you just moo, channie?" you coo, prying his hands off his face. but he furiously shakes his head.
"chris."
and his ears twitch aggressively. freezing at the name you call him. blinking at you shyly and making no attempt to disobey you.
"good boy."
straddling his torso to sit on top of him. running your hands through his hair. realising his chest was slowly going back to normal. his own milk drying up on his abs. sticky and honey-like.
"how about we milk something else..."
"h-huh?" his voice cracks.
"what if i say I do have a manual pump in my bag....and plenty of lube?" you whisper, watching him grow harder beneath you.
his expression is filled with shock but his body was ever ready to be fucked.
"does channie want to do some more?"
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i had a dream okay? i dreamt of this chan and i had to make this the part 2.
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Pairing: MinChan x the rest (enjoying the show, I guess๐)
Word Count: 2032
Summary: Chan finds himself unraveling in Minho's lap during a quiet movie night, his whimpers and moans betraying him until the others canโt help but notice. To his shame, and secret thrill, Minho admits itโs all part of Chan's little fantasy of being caught, and soon the entire group is watching...
Warnings/Tags: sub!Chan, handjob, public sex (?), edging (in relation to the first part๐), aftercare, smut, fluff
A/N: As promised here's the second partโบ๏ธ๐ค
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PART ONE | PART THREE
Minho didnโt even flinch at Changbinโs words. Instead, he smirked faintly, pressing a kiss against Chanโs damp temple. โWell,โ he said smoothly, โit turns out Channie here loves the thought of getting caught. Iโm just helping my boyfriend live out his little fantasy.โ Chan made a broken sound in the back of his throat, mortified and aroused all at once.
From the bean bag, Hyunjin chuckled low, his long fingers brushing through his hair. โLooks like itโs not just a fantasy anymore. You just got caught, hyung.โ
Chan whimpered, the noise embarrassingly needy. His stomach twisted with shame and molten heat all tangled together. โI-Iโm sorry,โ he stammered, voice cracking as he squirmed in Minhoโs lap. โI didnโt-ahh-didnโt mean-โ
โHyung.โ Jisungโs giggle cut him off, soft and bright. โThereโs no need to apologize. Itโs okay.โ
Felix nuzzled into Jisungโs shoulder, dimples flashing even in the low light. โYeah,โ he admitted shyly, โnone of us minded hearing you a few days ago, either.โ
Chan flushed deep red, burying his face against Minhoโs chest as if he could hide. He curled in on himself, growing smaller in Minhoโs hold, but his hips betrayed him โ still twitching, still needy against Minhoโs fist.
Jeongin leaned forward suddenly from the sofa, his expression unreadable. He reached out and patted Chanโs head, almost sweet. โNot surprised, honestly. This is exactly the kind of thing Iโd expect you to like, hyung.โ
Chan whimpered again, half-muffled against Minhoโs shirt.
Seungminโs grin was sharp in the dim light as he tugged Jeongin easily into his lap, arms looping casually around the maknaeโs waist. His gaze fixed on Chan, amused and predatory. โWell,โ he drawled, voice carrying over the hum of the TV, โweโre all here to help now by giving you our full attention, arenโt we?โ He leaned back against the sofa, Jeongin squirming in his lap. โSo donโt stop on our account.โ
Chanโs entire body shuddered at the words, torn between the mortifying heat in his cheeks and the aching, pulsing pleasure low in his gut. His hips jerked helplessly in Minhoโs grip, another strangled moan slipping free, too wrecked to fight it anymore.
Minho tightened his arm around Chanโs waist, his other hand still snugly wrapped around his cock beneath the blanket. He wasnโt stroking, not yet. Just holding, squeezing gently every time Chanโs hips twitched forward, keeping him right on the edge of madness.
โYou hear that, love?โ Minho whispered against his ear, soft enough for only him, though everyone could see the way Chan shivered. โThey donโt mind. Theyโre even encouraging you.โ Chan whimpered brokenly, trying to hide his face deeper in Minhoโs chest.
Minho didnโt let him. He hooked two fingers beneath Chanโs chin and tilted his face back up, making him face the room. Chanโs eyes were glassy, half-lidded, lips bitten raw. His curls stuck damply to his forehead, sweat beading at his temple.
โLook at you,โ Minho murmured with a smirk. โAlready falling apart just because theyโre watching.โ
Chan whined, a sound so high and sweet it made Felixโs cheeks flush deeper against Jisungโs shoulder. His hips bucked helplessly into Minhoโs fist, unable to stop himself anymore.
The slap of his cock against Minhoโs palm, the faint wet squelch of precum-slick fabric โ the sounds werenโt subtle. The TV played on, forgotten, but the living room was filled with the quiet intensity of Chanโs moans and the rhythm of his rocking hips.
Hyunjin licked his lips unconsciously, Changbin shifting beside him in the bean bag. Seungminโs smirk hadnโt wavered, though his hand had crept lower on Jeonginโs thigh.
Chanโs toes curled against the carpet, his nails digging into Minhoโs thigh so hard it had to hurt. His eyes rolled back for a moment, another broken sob slipping free as his body trembled with need.
โYouโre gonna cum like this, arenโt you?โ Minho teased loud enough for them to hear, stroking him just enough to make his back arch. โIn front of all of them.โ
โMin, please-โ Chan choked, his voice shaking with both shame and want.
And thatโs when Jisungโs small voice broke the tension, soft but clear in the thick air. โMinho hyung?โ He shifted in Felixโs lap, his dark eyes wide but curious. โCan we see?โ The room went even quieter, the weight of the question settling like heat. All eyes flicked from Jisung to Minho, waiting for the answer.
Chanโs whimper at the suggestion was shameless, his whole body shuddering in Minhoโs arms. Minho chuckled low against Chanโs ear, his hand still stroking languidly under the blanket. โDid you hear that, baby? Jisung wants to see.โ
Chanโs breath hitched, his face burning hot as he buried himself deeper in Minhoโs chest. โN-noโโ
Minhoโs hand squeezed around his cock, making him jolt and cry out. โNo?โ he whispered with mock surprise. โFunny, because your body doesnโt agree. The mere idea makes you harder.โ
Chan whined, nails raking against Minhoโs thigh, his hips rutting helplessly into his fist. His voice was ruined, breathless and broken. โI-I canโtโโ
Minhoโs smirk deepened. He raised his voice just enough for the room to hear, eyes never leaving Chanโs flushed face. โWhat do you think, love? Do you want them to see you? Not only listen to you whine?โ
Chan shook his head, stammering, โI-no-Iโฆ I shouldnโtโโ
Minho pinched his tip, making him choke on a moan. โShouldnโt, maybe. But do you want it?โ
Chanโs whole body trembled, sweat dripping down his temple, his lip bitten red. His hips bucked once, twice, before the words tumbled out of him in a broken sob. โโฆyes.โ
The room seemed to pulse with heat at the admission. โGood boy,โ Minho purred, kissing his temple. He looked up at the others over Chanโs shoulder, his smirk wicked. โYou heard him. He wants it. Be gentle or the show's over.โ
There was a heartbeat of silence, then Jisung slid off Felixโs lap, kneeling on the floor before them. His hands shook slightly as he tugged the blanket down, exposing Chanโs swollen cock, red and dripping.
Chan whimpered, twisting in Minhoโs hold, but Minho only held him steady, whispering, โDonโt hide now. They deserve to see how pretty you are like this.โ Minho smiled, brushing his fingers over the flushed head. Chanโs entire body jolted, a sharp cry spilling from him as he nearly doubled over.
Felix was right behind, slipping down next to Jisung. โYouโre beautiful like this, hyung,โ he whispered, his freckles lit by the TV glow.
On the bean bag, Hyunjinโs chuckle was low and hungry. โGuess our leaderโs not as composed as he wants everyone to think.โ Changbin hummed in agreement, his sharp gaze never leaving Chanโs flushed face as he shifted forward.
Even Jeongin leaned closer from the sofa, curiosity burning in his eyes, while Seungminโs smirk only grew, his fingers still tracing idle circles on Jeonginโs thigh.
Chan was surrounded, trembling in Minhoโs arms, his cock twitching as Minho's hand wandered further down, circling his fingers against his hole. His voice cracked on a desperate sob, shame and pleasure twisting tight in his stomach. โMin-oh god, Minho~โ
Minhoโs smirk widened. โThatโs it, baby. Lix, Jisung, pull down his pants properly so you can see.โ
Jisungโs hands trembled as he tugged Chan's sweats lower, Felix helping to peel the fabric down his thighs. The cool air hit Chan's overheated skin, and he let out a strangled moan.
Chan twisted in Minho's hold, pleasure written all over his flushed face, but Minho's grip around his waist was iron. He kept him still, forcing him to stay open and vulnerable in front of their friends. โThere he is,โ Minho purred, curling his hand tighter around the base. โMy loud, messy boy. Look at how hard you get just from them watching.โ
Chan's eyes rolled back as Minho stroked him slowly, dragging slick down his shaft until his thighs trembled. The lewd squelch of it filled the room.
โGod, hyung,โ Jeongin whispered, eyes wide as he leaned closer, Seungminโs hands on his own thighs burning.
Minho's smirk was wicked. โThatโs it, baby. Donโt hold back. Show them how good I make you feel.โ
Chan's whole body shook, sweat dripping down his temples, his nails clawing at Minho's thigh until the skin was bruised.
The others couldnโt look away. Hyunjin had gone still, biting his lower lip, while Changbinโs eyes darkened as he shifted forward in the bean bag. Jeongin leaned over the arm of the sofa, curiosity blazing, Seungminโs smirk never faltering as his hand now rested on the obvious bulge in Jeonginโs lap. Jisung and Felix couldn't stop staring either.
Chan's toes curled hard against the carpet, his thighs shaking violently. His face was contorted in pure ecstasy, mouth wide open as loud, shameless moans spilled out one after another. โM-Minho-ahh, I-โ
โYouโre gonna come,โ Minho whispered against his ear, his strokes tightening, faster now. โLet them see how pretty you are when you break for me.โ
Chan wailed, head snapping back against Minho's shoulder, and then he came violently, thick ropes spilling across his stomach. His entire body convulsed, eyes rolling back, mouth open on a cry that echoed through the dorm.
Minho held him tight, riding out every pulse of his release, keeping him grounded as he shook and shook in his lap. When Chan finally sagged, boneless and trembling, Minho pressed a kiss to his damp temple. โGood boy,โ he murmured proudly, loud enough for the room. His eyes lifted and he couldn't deny the kick it gave him to see their closest friends watching with wide, hungry eyes. It was easy to tell the effects it had on them seeing their leader like this and Minho couldn't hide the satisfied little smirk tugging at his lips.
He reached for the tissues on the table and cleaned Chan up gently, tucking him back in and kissing the back of his neck. Chan curled up in his arms, almost shyly meeting the othersโ eyes. And what he saw in them told him he'd never have to try and be quiet with Minho in here ever again.
โWell, the show's over,โ Minho chuckled and got up, picking Chan up into his arms with a soft grunt. โIโll go take care of himโฆyou go take care of what this did to you all,โ he smirked, ignoring the half-hearted protests. Minho laughed and carried Chan to his room.
The sound of running water soon filled the quiet as Minho turned on the taps, steam curling up in soft waves. When the bath was ready, he helped Chan inside before slipping in behind him, pulling the older boy back against his chest.
Chan let out a long, shaky sigh as the heat enveloped him, the remaining tension bleeding slowly out of his muscles. Minho reached for the shampoo, working it carefully through Chanโs curls in slow, soothing circles. Chanโs eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back slightly as Minho massaged his scalp, rinsing the lather with gentle fingers. โThatโs it,โ Minho murmured against his ear, his voice calm and steady. โYou did so well today. Iโm proud of you.โ
Chan flushed, his cheeks warmed by more than just the steam. He turned his head slightly, pressing a shy kiss to Minhoโs jaw. โThank you,โ he whispered, his voice small, fragile in the safety of Minhoโs arms. โFor taking care of me.โ
Minhoโs hands didnโt stop their work, gliding over Chanโs chest and shoulders, rinsing away soap before wrapping his arms fully around him again. โAlways,โ he answered simply, pressing his lips to the damp curls at the crown of Chanโs head.
When they were clean and warm, Minho helped him out of the bath, drying him off with a towel before leading him to bed. The sheets were cool against their skin as Minho pulled him close, wrapping himself around Chan like a shield. Chan burrowed instantly into the embrace, his face pressed to Minhoโs collarbone, his breathing already slowing.
Minho brushed a thumb across his cheek, watching the last of the dayโs strain melt away. โSleep well, my sweet boy,โ he whispered against his temple. โIโve got you.โ And with that, Chan let himself drift off, safe and cherished in Minhoโs arms.
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He kneels because he needs to, not because you demand it. The carpet digs into his knees through his jeans, but he doesn't shift. His hands are locked behind his backโnot tied, just held there by his own will. His biceps strain against the sleeves of his shirt, the muscles standing out as he keeps his posture rigid and obedient.
He looks up at you.
That's the thing about Chan's surrenderโit's not weakness. It's a deliberate, calculated gift. His jaw is set, but his lips part slightly, just enough for you to see the tip of his tongue wetting them. He doesn't speak. Doesn't ask. He waits, and in that waiting, he gives you everything: his attention, his patience, his strength held in check.
You step closer, and his breath hitchesโbarely audible, but you catch it. His eyes track your every movement, dark and hungry, but he doesn't reach for you. Not yet. Not until you say so.
Under the loose black tee, his shoulders are broad, his chest defined from hours in the gym. He could easily pin you down, flip you over, take whatever he wanted. That's the unspoken truth hanging in the air between you.
Instead, he stays still. His thighs tremble slightly from holding the kneeling position, but he doesn't complain. When you run a hand through his hair, his eyes flutter shut, and a soft, broken exhale escapes himโa sound that doesn't match the solid weight of his body.
You grip his hair, pull his head back. His throat bobs as he swallows. A vein pulses at his temple. He doesn't resist. You feel the corded muscles of his neck flex as he lets you tilt him exactly as you want.
"Good," you murmur.
The word hits him like a physical blow. His cock twitches in his jeans, visible even through the dark denim. He's already hard, has been since you told him to kneel. But he says nothing. He just holds your gaze, waiting.
Chan doesn't beg. That's not his form of surrender. Instead, he shows you through restraint.
When you drop to your knees in front of him, he inhales sharply. His hands stay locked behind his back even though every instinct screams at him to touch you. You unbutton his jeans, pull down the zipper, and he doesn't help. He lets you do it. His cock springs free, thick and already leaking, and he stares at the ceiling as if praying for control.
You wrap your hand around him, and his hips twitchโa desperate, aborted thrust. He catches himself, forces his hips back down. A low growl rumbles in his chest, but he bites his lip before the sound can escape.
"I didn't say you could move," you say.
His eyes snap to yours, apologetic. He nods once. Small. Obedient.
You lean in and take the head of his cock into your mouth, and his whole body tenses like a drawn bow. He's shaking. His hands clench and unclench behind his back. But he doesn't move. Doesn't thrust. He lets you set the rhythm, lets you take him apart piece by piece.
When you pull away, he's gasping, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip. He looks wrecked. His cheeks are flushed, his hair disheveled from where you pulled it. His abs are taut, his cock glistening, and he's still kneeling, still waiting.
"Please," he finally whispersโthe first word he's spoken in minutes. It's rough, broken, barely audible.
When you finally grant him permission, he moves with an urgency that makes him look almost feralโbut he doesn't lose the core of his surrender. He presses his face between your thighs, his tongue flat and hot, and moans into you like he's been starved. His hands stay behind his back even now, his mouth doing all the work, his broad shoulders wedged between your legs.
He's methodical. Precise. He learns the sounds you make, the way your hips rock against his face, the moment your fingers tangle in his hair and pull him closer. He takes it all, absorbs it, gives you everything you want.
When you come undone against his mouth, he drinks it down like a prayer, his eyes closed, his body trembling with the effort of staying still.
After, he rests his forehead against your thigh, breathing hard. His hands are still behind his back. He doesn't move until you tell him he can.
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Collapsed beside you, he lets you trace the lines of his chest, his arms, the tension bleeding out of his muscles. He's soft nowโnot weak, but spent. His eyes are half-lidded, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and you know he means it. Not for the sex, but for the trust. For letting him be the one who doesn't have to lead.
He curls his hand around your wrist, gentle, and presses a kiss to your palmโa silent reminder that even in surrender, he's still yours.
