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you've been sneaking around with jeongin for months, behind your friends' backs. but the two of you cut it close at one of chan's parties.
pairing: dom!yang jeongin x fem!reader
genre: smut, pwp
content: sneaking around, they’re in the laundry room, questionable logistics, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, jeongin’s a lil mean, risk of getting caught, mild degradation, praise, pet names, name calling (slut), unprotected sex (p in v), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, slight dacryphilia (if you squint)
word count: 2.0k
a/n: hahahahaha here's a towel....have fun!
♡ m.list
“Shhh, you can’t let them hear us.” Jeongin’s voice is low in your ear as he fucks his fingers into you. You're sitting on the washer in his and Chan's laundry room, hiding away from your friends while party music blares on the other side of the door.
“Jeongin,” you whine, dragging out the last syllable. “Someone’s gonna come looking.” You bite your lip to stifle a moan as he speeds up his pace.
“Then quit moaning my name like that. Unless you want them to hear what I’m doing to you in here.”
You’d die. You’d actually die of embarrassment if someone walked in here and saw you, skirt hiked up and legs spread wide.
“You’re fucking soaked for me,” he breathes, nipping your earlobe. “Been thinking of this all night, haven’t you?”
“Mhm—,” you try to respond, but he presses three long fingers into you so deep he hits your g-spot, and you bury your face into his shoulder as you cry out.
It’s his fault, really. When you joined the friend group years ago, Chan made all the boys promise they’d never lay a hand on you. Out of respect, he had said. Because you deserved to have friends who didn’t try to sleep with you.
Then Jeongin showed up one day with arms at least three times bigger than they were, body completely toned and sculpted to perfection, and you lost your mind. He flirted harder, touched more, and you gave in to him because look at the man.
That was three months ago, you think.
His fingers slip out of you to give attention to your throbbing clit, tracing soft yet quick circles around the nub. “You’re all puffed up, baby. You need to come so bad.”
“Innie, please,” you whine again.
He moves your hair behind your shoulder to leave sloppy kisses along your neck. “I’ll tell you what,” he growls in your ear. “If you stay quiet for me, I’ll let you come. How does that sound, pretty girl? You think you can do that for me?”
You nod fervently, clutching onto his shoulders. His movements on your clit are slow, teasing, but you need more.
“But if you’re too loud, I’ll make you come so many times you’re gonna beg me to stop. And then they’ll definitely know what we’re doing in here.”
He has a devilish grin on his face, like the idea of getting caught turns him on even more. The implications are both terrifying and incredibly hot.
You nod your head, not daring to make a sound, and he drops to his knees in front of you, yanking your panties down to your ankles. Your head hits the wall with a soft thunk as you brace yourself with the sides of the machine.
He licks a slow, filthy stripe along your entrance, and you suck in a deep breath to keep from yelling. The wet sounds of his tongue against you make your brain go fuzzy. “You’re gonna make a mess, baby. What am I going to tell Chan-hyung?”
Your hands fly to his hair as he starts to devour you. His tongue laps at your folds with just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. Your thighs threaten to close, but he keeps his grip on your thighs tight to keep them open.
“Look at me.” The demand makes you jolt, and you snap your eyes open to look down. “Watch me while I eat this pussy. It’s mine right? Tell me it’s mine, pretty girl.”
“I-it’s yours—fuck,” you manage to get out. You hardly recognize your own voice, broken and needy.
His tongue is absolutely relentless, fucking in and out of you as you squirm. You bite down hard on your lip as he flattens his tongue on your clit, but a whine still comes out involuntarily. You slap your hand over your mouth to try to stifle it.
“Quiet,” he warns. “Or I start counting how many times I can make you come.”
His grip on you tightens as he moves his mouth around your sopping cunt. He sucks your clit hard, moving one hand to tease his fingers at your entrance again.
“Innie—fuck,” you whimper, barely above a whisper. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”
Your hips grind against his tongue, chasing your high. The heat in your belly is too much, and you’re about to collapse.
“So fucking desperate,” he says as he pulls back. “You’re dripping down my chin.”
He latches onto your clit again while his fingers thrust in and out of you. The pleasure is too much, and you’re so close. A whine slips out before you can stop it, the sounds echoing throughout the small room.
Jeongin stops immediately. You pout at the sudden loss, trying to apologize, but he’s clearly not having it. He braces two hands on either side of you, looming over you on the machine.
“What did I say about being loud?” His eyes are dark, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for you to answer. “Now I have to ruin you.”
“Jeongin, wait, I—.” You’re cut off by the way he throws your legs over his shoulders, attacking your cunt with a new kind of hunger.
His fingers enter you, angled precisely so he hits your sensitive spot every time. He flicks your clit in the way he knows will make you come, not bothering to move slowly anymore.
You’re trembling, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. The music still thumps through the walls, but you can hear footsteps and voices right outside the door.
“Come now. While they’re right outside. And don’t you dare scream.”
The pleasure peaks and your orgasm crashes over you, sending your body into a series of shakes and spasms. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Your thighs squeeze around his head as he licks you through your high, drawing it out until your legs feel like jelly.
Even after you come down, he gives your cunt one last teasing lick, and you jerk at the oversensitivity. He stands up to kiss you, the taste of you all over his lips and his tongue.
“Good girl,” he whispers in your ear. “But we’re not done yet, are we? I still have to fuck you properly. And you’re going to stay quiet for that too, aren’t you, baby?”
You nod, unable to speak, as he helps you off the washer and spins you around. He presses you down against the machine, lying your chest flat. The cool metal against your nipples sends a shiver down your spine.
Jeongin flips your skirt up and kicks your legs apart, fitting himself behind you. You hear the clink of his belt and his zipper, and feel the heat slowly coming back to you.
Without warning, he pushes inside you in one thrust of his hips. The stretch burns as he splits you open, your sensitive cunt throbs around him, and you let out a choked cry.
He immediately wraps his hand over your mouth and jerks you upright, pulling you flush against his chest.
“I told you to be quiet,” he growls in your ear, snapping his hips harder. “You wanna cry? I’ll give you something to cry about.”
The washer shakes beneath you as he pounds into you. He sets a punishing pace, one hand still clamped over your mouth while the other bruises your hip. The wet slap of skin against skin is just barely masked by the party on the other side of the door.
“Fuck, you’re clenching so tight,” he moans quietly in your ear. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked like a slut while our friends are ten feet away.”
You whimper against his palm, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He angles his hips and hits that perfect spot, making your eyes roll back. You clench around him, and he huffs out a laugh.
“Close again already?” he mocks you. “Go on then, come on my cock.”
He snakes a hand around to rub tight circles on your clit, and it sends you over the edge. You clench your jaw as you come around him, making quiet but pathetic noises behind his hand. He fucks you through your second orgasm, rolling his hips against you and hitting deep inside.
“Good fucking girl—shit,” he groans before pulling out of you.
He spins you back around to face him, gripping your waist and hoisting you back on top of the washer. He steps between your legs and gives you a quick kiss before he whispers in your ear.
“Round three, baby. Think you can take me one more time?”
“Innie, I’m still—”
“Sensitive? Dripping everywhere? Good. That’s exactly how I want you.”
He pulls you forward until your ass is on the edge, spreading your legs for him again. He pushes himself in with one deep stroke, and you grasp his biceps, choking back a moan.
“T-too much,” you whine, the friction against your sensitive walls.
“You can take it,” Jeongin grunts, snapping his hips harder against you. “Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
You nod frantically, head lolling to the side. The heat has crept its way back into your body, pooling in your lower belly like it has been all night. Your cunt is still fluttering around him, wet and sloppy and throbbing.
“Still haven’t had enough, have you?”
The door handle rattles before you can respond. You both freeze, bracing for someone to come in. You tuck your face into Jeongin’s shoulder, and he kicks his foot up against the door behind him to keep it from opening.
“Hey man, not the bathroom!” Jeongin shouts to prevent whoever it is from coming in.
“Oh, my bad!” A man you don’t know’s voice calls from the other side.
The footsteps move back down the hallway, drowning in the chatter and music in the house, and you let out a sigh. That was fucking close.
The second they’re gone, Jeongin’s back between your legs, hands gripping your waist as you wrap your legs around him. He fills you back up, thick cock sliding in easily, and returns to his previous rhythm.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he says through gritted teeth. “I bet you liked that, didn’t you? Almost getting caught with my cock stuffed inside you.”
You shake your head, denying the accusation. Your cunt pulses around him, betraying you.
He chuckles. “Liar.” He pounds into you faster, the machine creaking below you. “I bet you’d let me keep going if they walked in here. Let them watch me ruin my pretty girl.”
You’re shaking now, tears pricking your eyes, everything hurts so good.
“Give me one more,” he orders, wiping the tears before they can fall. “I wanna feel you soak me.”
His thumb rubs fast circles around your clit, and you feel the tingles shoot through your whole body. He rolls his hips, reaching so deep you can feel him in your throat.
“That’s it, baby. Let me feel how much you love being used.”
The knot in your belly tightens before it snaps completely, flooding through you. You bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying as you come harder than you ever have. Your legs lock around his waist, shaking violently from the pleasure.
“F-fuck—I’m coming, baby,” he announces, driving in one more time before he’s buried deep inside you and pumping you full of his seed.
You’re both panting, sweaty, and sticky when he finally stills. He pulls out slowly, watching a mixture of yours and his cum leak out of you. He fixes your panties back into place, trapping the liquid inside.
He leans in to kiss your temple, wiping damp strands of hair from your forehead, before he leans close to your ear.
“Get back out there, and try not to let my cum run down your thighs in front of our friends,” he says with a dark smile on his face.
“If you behave, maybe I’ll fuck that pretty face of yours next.”
a/n: i do not know what came over me but i do not regret it one bit :D
relationships: Minsung x female!Reader x Bang Chan, heavy on Lee Know x Bang Chan
cws: smut, mxm, slight angst, possessiveness and jealousy, established throuple, threesome, mean dom!Lee Know, sub!Han, sub!Chan, spitting, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex (f!receiving), degradation, orgasm denial, pillow hoodie humping, masturbation, fingering, making out, choking kink, hyung kink, uses of “good boy/girl”, “kitten”, “baby”, “brat”
word count: 6643
summary: Han can’t stop thinking about that last encounter with Chan, Lee Know isn’t having it and finds a new way of punishing him
a/n: yall wanted part three, you’re getting part three! This is just 100% porn, no regrets. Also, this turned out to be so much longer than I anticipated, but I thought you might enjoy that lol
“You can be patient, kitten, right?”, Minho drawled, he was slightly leaning forward, one of his hands finding his way in between your spread legs to momentarily soothe the ache.
You nodded hastily, fighting the urge to claw at his wrist to make his hand stay there. A finger plunged into your pussy, making your back arch, to gather your wetness and spread it over your clit.
“What a good girl”, he cooed with a grin, “You can play with yourself, yeah? Prepare yourself and wait until I’m done here and I’ll reward you”.
Minho often had to multitask in this relationship, because Jisung was heavily needy when he was horny and demanded to get every ounce of his boyfriends attention, he wasn’t able to be as composed as you were.
“Hyung- hyung, please”, Jisung got up a bit, leaning onto one elbow, other hand swatting at the older man’s stomach to make him look at him again.
“So bratty”, Minho clicked his tongue, catching his wrist mid air.
Jisung was splayed out on his back beside you, Minhos cock buried deep inside of him and still, that wasn’t enough for him.
“Please, move- I need more”.
Minho sighed and a little whine escaped you when his hand was gone. Your pussy throbbed, walls clenching around nothing as you pouted.
“Don’t look at me like that, let me finish this and I’m all yours, okay?”, his voice was gentle, his actions were not.
Because he let go of Jisungs arm, both hands came up to his thighs to fold him into a mating press, before his hips snapped forward in mean and punishing thrusts.
You knew he’d make his promise come true, the anticipation leading to you indeed touching yourself. Your middle finger dove in between your folds, parting them to use some of your slick as lube. Your clit twitched, and although it didn’t even feel comparably good to when your boyfriend was touching you, it was doing enough for the moment.
The sounds spilling out of Jisung were pure filth, sobs and wails just coming up uncontrollably as he threw his head back into the sheets.
It kind of made you jealous, him getting so thoroughly fucked while you had to wait, but Minho was a generous man - at least towards you - you knew he would grant you the same treatment when you asked for it.
“Hahh- hyung”, Jisung choked out, his own cock twitched heavily, “Min- hyung, I can’t-“.
Minho laughed, a hoarse and mean chuckle, but his thrusts didn’t falter in the slightest.
“You asked for it”, he reminded him, hands squeezing the flesh of his thighs, “Take it, then”.
“Hahh”, Jisung moaned out, face scrunched up in pleasure, “Channie-hyung”.
Minho froze in his movements, you did too. Silence hung thick between the three of you in this moment, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the oldest. You held your breath and Jisung seemed to have stopped functioning completely.
“Excuse me?”, Minho asked, voice flat.
He let go of Jisung, pulled out and took a step back. The look on his face was heart wrenching, eyes glassy, their expression mirroring completely and utter disbelief.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”, Jisung got up in an instant, trying to get a hold of his boyfriends hand, but he pulled away - even took a step back, “I didn’t mean to- I was so caught up, I’m sorry!”.
“Care to explain why you’re moaning another man’s name - one of our best friends - when I’m the one fucking you?”, he snapped.
Their relationship with Chris had mostly been the same after all of you had sex, there was no awkwardness in the way they behaved around each other. But Minho was jealous, this probably was still immensely wounding him, although he had participated in the foursome the last time.
“Minho, I- I can’t get the last time with Chan out of my head and I thought about it and it just came out, I didn’t mean it like that”, Jisung was on the verge of tears, bottom lip already trembling so slightly.
Minho didn’t answer, he turned away with a growl, searching for his underwear that had been carelessly discarded to the floor just moments ago to put them back on and walk out the bedroom.
Jisung stared at the doorframe where he had left, sinking down onto the bed again.
“Fuck”, he sighed, hands coming up to claw at his own hair.
“Ji, it’s okay”, you said gently, arm wrapping around his shoulder.
He immediately leaned against you, slumping into your side as he let himself fall.
“I think he understands, it’s just a bit much”, your hand rubbed soothing circles on his skin.
Jisung sighed again, heavier this time.
“I’m such an idiot”, he groaned, “Did you see how he looked at me? He was so hurt”.
He sat up again, not daring to meet your gaze yet, but you cupped his cheek, forcing him to look at you.
“I’ll talk to him”, you suggested.
There was a slight grin tugging on the corners of his lips, his hands searched for yours as he melted into your touch.
“I love you”, he whispered.
“I love you too”.
“And I love Minho”, the grin faded into a pout.
You chuckled.
“I know”.
“Thank you”, he said softly.
You kissed him, gently pressing your lips to his and he welcomed it - allowing himself to let go of his sorrows for a second before you stood up and put an oversized shirt on.
You searched for your other boyfriend, who was standing in the kitchen, frantically typing away on his phone.
“Min-“, you approached him, a hand touching his arm, “Are you okay?”.
He just grunted, leaning back against the counter.
“Did he send you to bribe me?”, he muttered, not even looking up from the screen, but a hand coming forward to touch your stomach to remain distance between you.
As if he knew he would give in when you got too close.
“I wanted to talk to you on my own”, you said, “It’s okay to be mad”.
“I’m not mad”, he answered.
“Uh-huh, sure”, you nodded, trying to have a look on who he was texting with, “That’s why you’re not even looking at me”.
“I’m not mad at you”, he corrected himself, his hand switching from your stomach to your waist, “And I’m not mad at Jisung either, I’ll just let him suffer for it”.
You snorted, letting your fingers dance from his arm over his chest.
“He already is suffering”, you said, “He’s miserable and really sorry about what happened”.
“Good”, Minho grinned, putting his phone out of his hands, “He’ll soon regret it”.
“Are you sure you’re not angry?”, you wanted to know.
Minho sighed.
“I was at first, not gonna lie. But I know it was in the heat of the moment. He had told me he still thinks about the night with Chris last week and I wanted to invite him over again soon, after talking with you about it”.
“Ohhh-“, you chuckled, your hands skipping downwards and rubbing over his abs which he flexed immediately under your touch, “Did you like dominating your only hyung?”.
Minho smirked, tilting his head a bit before pulling you towards him. Your chest was flush with his own as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Of course I did. But you’ll see me properly dominate him soon enough”, he said, the tone of his voice forming goosebumps on your neck, “You gonna help me break the homewrecker once more, kitten?”.
You shivered from anticipation, gasping quietly when his hand fell down to your ass.
“I’d love to”, you said, mischievous grin spreading on your lips, “Is that your punishment?”.
“Jisung can watch us wreck his beloved hyung as much as he likes, if that’s what he wants”.
Minho leaned in, capturing your lips in a dizzying kiss, sighing deeply into your mouth as soon as you melted into him. His hand on your ass squeezed your flesh there, rubbing your naked skin absentmindedly. The other one found your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss some more, devouring you how he desired.
Until you heard a whine coming from the hallway.
Jisung stood there, hesitating if he should come closer. His head was lowered, shuffling towards you as if he didn’t even know if he was allowed to. Just as Minho, only in his underwear, he stepped in barefoot, little tippy tap sounds making him seem even smaller.
“Come here”, Minho demanded, letting go of you with one arm to signal him to come closer.
“I’m sorry, Min”, he whispered with the saddest voice he could muster, but still sighed in relief when the older man let him get into a tight embrace, “Please don’t be mad”.
The three of you were huddled together like this, arms and hands touching each other soothingly.
“I’m not mad, pabo”, he pressed his lips to Jisungs temple, making him jolt a little in response.
“You’re not?”.
“No, but you gotta show me that you’re really sorry, yeah?”, Minho said, taking Jisungs jaw into his hand with a good amount of pressure, forcing him to look at him.
“I’ll do anything!”, the younger man said immediately, and pulled a very dark smirk out of his boyfriend with it.
“Oh, anything, baby? You sure?”.
His voice dropped an octave and it made even yourself fold, although he wasn’t even talking to you. You couldn’t help but shiver when he obviously noticed and angled his leg to rub his thigh against your core.
Jisung nodded hastily, eyes hazy in an instant.
“Okay then, you can start with giving me a kiss”, he cooed, smirk not faltering when Jisung wanted to lean in, “You better make it count, though. Gonna be your last kiss of today”.
“Huh?”.
Minhos face came closer then, because Jisung seemed to be frozen, their noses touched gently.
“You think you’re getting away without punishment, baby?”, he chuckled, rubbing his nose up and down his cheek before moving away again, “It’s up to you, no kiss for me? Maybe my kitten will kiss me, then”.
He looked at you and you understood your cue to take his face into your hands and pull him towards you to join your lips.
Minho hummed against you happily, chest rumbling as soft growls erupted from him to show you how much he liked this. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you couldn’t help but open your mouth and roll your hips against his thigh.
“No wait!”, Jisung whined, “Of course I’ll kiss you”.
There was a knock on the door and you grinned against your boyfriends mouth, knowing very well who that could be.
“Too late”, Minho separated from you, “We have a visitor”.
Jisung looked like he had a vague idea who was on the other side of the door, but he was too stunned to say something. Minho just shrugged, walking past him to go and open up, still wearing nothing but his boxers.
Jisungs eyes switched up from where he left and your face.
“Is that who I think it is?”.
“Don’t worry, Sungie, you’ll like this”, you whispered, hand coming up to his neck, gently stroking him there, “Everything is fine. You trust me, right?”.
He nodded, making you smile. Your relationship with Jisung might not be as intense as it was with Minho, but it was built on trust and love all the same. And you had the feeling he needed the reassurance now, Minho tended to be a bit mean when it came to intimacy, and although you knew Jisung enjoyed that, it could be hard to look through the older man’s facade sometimes.
Minho came back, behind him was Chris, who looked like he wanted to leave again immediately.
“Lino texted me, saying this was an emergency, but-“, he saw you standing behind Jisung and stopped talking.
His gaze was intense from the start, roaming over your naked legs and switching to the man next to you, looking equally uneasy as he did.
“It is an emergency”, Minho nodded, “Jisung missed you, you know?”.
Chris looked confused, brows furrowed and slightly backing away when Minho walked towards him, a hand reached out to gently grab him by the neck. For a second, his eyes looked at you, a flick of his head telling you to come closer.
“I was fucking Jisung, you know-“, he started, being interrupted by Chris’ physical jolt and gasp.
“Huh?”.
“Oh, come on. No need to be shy now, you’ve seen me doing it before”, he chuckled, amused by his hyungs flushing face, “Now- I was fucking him, but instead of my name, he was saying yours”.
You felt Jisung flinch beside you and you squeezed his hand lightly before obeying your boyfriend and taking some steps towards him until you stood behind your visitor.
“I-“, Chris was thinking, you could basically hear his brain working, “I promise you, I had nothing to do-“.
He was cut off by Minho grabbing his chin, moving his head to look at him.
Chris was startled and trembling, not out of fear though. He must’ve thought about that night as much as the three of you did.
“Oh, I know, Channie-hyung”, Minho relished in the squirming response of his hyung, “I know you can be a good boy”.
There was a shift in the mood, Chris sighed deeply and chased the touch. That was the moment, where you moved, wrapping your arms around his body and letting your hands sneak under the hoodie he was wearing.
His muscles flexed when you grazed his abs, one hand reaching up to his chest, the other slowly tracing the waistband of his pants.
“You want to be my good boy? Or ours, even? Huh?”, Minho growled, face coming closer and Chris gasped.
You opened the belt, letting your hand slip past his underwear. His cock was twitching, half hard but stirring awake because of the heated energy in this moment.
He nodded hastily, bucking his hips into your hand when you wrapped your fingers around his length.
“This won’t do, hyung. I bet this pretty mouth is good for something - why don’t you use it?”.
There was silence, no one said anything until Minho clicked his tongue.
“Stop with that, guess he can’t be good after all”, he said to you and teased him in the same breath.
You retracted your hand from his dick, grinning brightly in the process as he choked out a moan immediately.
“Seems like you still don’t know how things work here. You do what I say and you’re being rewarded”, he swiped his thumb over Chris’ bottom lip, pushing down until he was willing to open his mouth for him, “Got it?”.
God, this was so hot, for you and obviously also for Jisung, who got closer to watch this scene in front of him from a closer distance. He did nothing to hide his erection, so incredibly turned on by this. Minho was mean to him, but he knew he loved him no matter what. Being the submissive part of their relationship meant to have trust, and they both trusted each other above everything. That also led to him being aroused when witnessing him being mean - no matter if it was towards him or others. And you understood, seeing Minho making his hyung fold so effortlessly by just a few words was turning you on so much, you were sure you were dripping already.
Chris moaned around Minhos finger while his tongue was pushed down for a second.
“Yeah, I understand”, he said with a trembling and muffled voice, “I wanna be good”.
Minhos face lit up in a second and your hand took its place around his cock again, squeezing him once as a reward.
“See? It can be easy”, your boyfriend said, tone lighter, “Gonna follow me to the bedroom to find out what I’ll do to you when you continue to be this good?”.
You stroked him, gave him a few shallow pumps to encourage him to follow Minhos orders. Minho pulled his thumb out of Chris’ mouth, smearing his own saliva around on his lips.
“Yeah”, Chris let his head fall back for a second, eyes closed, “Please”.
“Begging already? Damn, you’re learning fast, huh?”, he grinned darkly.
In a matter of seconds, Minho pulled Chris’ belt out of the loops to wrap it around his wrists that had uselessly dangled beside his body until now. He whined breathlessly at the loss of your touch though, earning himself a harsh tug forward.
He looked like a beaten puppy and Minho was literally pulling him forward on a makeshift leash into the bedroom.
“Jisung”, he called and his boyfriend stumbled at his side immediately, “Have a seat, you’re only going to watch”.
“But please, I want to-!”.
“You want to behave, right? Sit on the bed and be good, I’ll get to you once we’re done if you succeed”, Minhos hand was in his hair, gently pushing them out of his face.
Jisungs gaze was pure devotion, big dark eyes looking at him with such an intense need, it almost made you crave and beg Minho to let him participate, but he nodded after a while, kneeling on the bed near the headboard.
Minho guided Chris to sit down on the edge of the mattress.
For a moment, he freed him from his restraints so he could take his hoodie off as he was ordered, wrists being bound together immediately when his torso was bare. The hoodie was discarded on the bed, mindlessly thrown to Jisungs direction.
“God, when you look up to me like this- makes me want to put you in a collar”, he laughed, gripping his jaw again, “Would you like that?”.
“I-“, the look on Chris’ face was worth remembering, his pupils dilated noticeably, “Probably-?”.
Minho leaned down, and although they had an almost non existent height difference, he looked so much taller now. His hand slipped downwards, wrapping around the base of his throat.
“Or- I think my hand makes a much better collar, right?”, he whispered, asserting some pressure to it.
Chris’ raked his head up immediately, giving him more room to play with him as he liked. Minho pressed forward, forcing him to lean back until his back hit the sheets.
“Yes”, the older man sighed, “Yes, it is better”.
“Oh, so obedient”, Minho relished in the way he made Chris fall apart so easily, he squirmed underneath him - lips parted and face scrunched up whenever the blood flow was cut off when the grip got tighter.
“Kitten, you wanna distract him for a bit?”, he asked you, gaze so dark and intense, your whole body tensed.
Your heart was fluttering, it always was when he used that nickname. But every time he used it in situations like this, when his voice had that certain demanding undertone in it, it got worse.
With shuddered and quick breaths, you stepped forward and allowed Minho to take off your shirt, presenting you to the others in your naked form.
“Have a seat, kitten, go on”.
When he let go of Chris’ throat to guide you to straddle Chris’ stomach, he whined - blood finally able to circulate to his brain freely and this was the first reaction.
“Oh, fuck- wait”, Chris didn’t know where to put his hands, his belt reducing his movements so he just pressed them to his chest.
You were wet, incredibly wet, and his whines made you want to make a mess on him. You rocked your hips forward once, your clit rubbing along the ridges of his abs and you felt his whole torso go stiff underneath you.
“He likes being used, take everything you want”, Minho encouraged you, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder.
You arched into it, gasping at the sensation of goosebumps forming all over your body. Minho pulled the older man’s pants off in a swift motion, you felt his hard cock slap against your ass.
“Spread your legs some more, hyung”, he ordered, holding his hand out, “Jisung, come here. I need your mouth”.
The way Jisung jumped when he was called was kind of pathetic, he came forward and knelt in front of his boyfriend so submissively - literally looking at him with heart eyes because he got some kind of attention. He opened his mouth, tongue out and was happily awaiting his fingers shoving past his lips. He whimpered at the intrusion, sucking on them and swirling his tongue around the digits sloppily to wet them properly.
Minho decided to tease him, pushing in some more until he was knuckle deep in, retracting and doing the same over and over again. Jisungs eyes fluttered shut and he moaned and gagged loudly, which made the other three people in the room gasp. Even Minho seemed to enjoy this, his eyes getting soft as he fondly watched his boyfriend taking two of his fingers as if it was his cock.
When he removed his fingers completely, a thick and gooey string of saliva connected them to his used mouth, Jisungs breath was heavy and he honestly looked like he wanted to do that again.
“Good job, baby”, Minho cooed, “Go back to your seat”.
Jisung looked like his heart was shattered into pieces, slick lips shoved forward into a pout. But he still knew he wasn’t supposed to talk back, so he crawled backwards again to where he was kneeling before.
“You ever had sex with a man before?”, Minho asked, snapping Chris out of his trance.
He had watched you very attentively, his eyes following your movements as you rode his abs. Your tits bounced with every roll of your hips and you breathlessly grinned at him while looking down and holding eye contact.
“Uhm- no, I- well, the last time with you-“.
Minho laughed, it kinda sounded like he choked on his own breath - you could guess he was feeling giddy at the thought.
“I was the first man to suck your dick? You want me to be the first man to fuck you?”, he asked, one hand guiding his leg up so he angled it and prepped one foot on the mattress.
“Jesus Christ-“, he threw his head back and no matter for how long he was hesitating, you could feel his cock twitch against you, “I don’t know”.
“Not certain yet? That’s okay, let me give you a taste”, Minho answered, pressing his wet fingers to the rim of Chris’ hole.
“Wait-“, he gasped but was too late for it, his complaints all went silent and turned into choked moans when Minho found his prostate.
You leaned down a bit, reaching for his arms to get Chris’ attention, gently stroking his skin there. His eyes snapped open as he gasped, they didn’t leave you for a second.
Minho waited, he was gracious enough to let him adjust to the strange sensation. Chris’ chest was heaving and sinking down heavily, every muscle of his body flexing.
“Can I- fuck, hahhh- feels so”, he whined, arms and hands fighting against the restraints.
“What is it? What do you want?”, you asked, stopping your movements for a second.
“Can I touch you? Please, I really want to”, he muttered, pupils blown as he reached out, fingers daring to slip in underneath you where your core met his stomach.
It made you smile even wider, your pussy was already clenching at the thought of it, at him being so down for you.
“Of course, Channie. You had been so good”, you got up on your knees, letting one of his bound hands slide in between your legs to feel you.
“Oh- fuck, you’re so wet”, he choked out a moan, fingers stroking your dripping folds.
“My kitten is always so generous, right?”, Minho sighed with a dreamy voice, pressing his fingers in some more, stroking the prostate and making Chris’ eyes roll back in the process, “You should thank her for it”.
Your boyfriend behind you leaned in, his lips mouthing the crook of your neck. You twisted your body, one hand sneaking around to find the back of his head.
You loved the attention, both men showering you with affection - it made your stomach twist in the most delicious way possible.
“Thank you”, Chris groaned, legs trembling heavily when Minho decided he could start moving his fingers some more, “Feels- so good”.
“I know, I know”, Minho smiled against your skin, twisting his hand to retract his fingers and push them back in quickly.
Chris’ moans were so sinful, switching in between high pitched whimpers and guttural groans - it made Jisung come apart, even though he wasn’t even participating.
That poor thing was almost drooling at the sight in front of him, needy hands grabbing Chris’ hoodie so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He hadn’t been touching himself yet, but that only seemed to make it worse. You could see how painfully hard he was, shifting in his kneeling position because the bulge was so uncomfortable.
Still, he was being ignored, your focus shifting again when Chris let two fingers nudge against your entrance.
Your head fell back on Minhos shoulder when he pushed inside slowly, the sudden intrusion feeling so good, you felt kind of dizzy. You moaned with a shaky breath, the lightheaded feeling made you grin in pleasure.
“Good job, Channie-hyung. I could get used to you being around”, your boyfriend laughed teasingly, increasing the pace in which he was finger fucking the older man.
Chris was thrashing underneath you, not being able to concentrate on what he was doing to you, his own thrusts being so messy because Minhos were too intense. So you decided to take it in your own hands, bracing yourself on his chest to bounce on his fingers. Slow at first, but with more intent the longer it was going.
It seemed to get to him quickly, as if your warm pulsating walls around his long fingers were sending shivers right down to his cock.
“You feel- Hahh, fuck, Minho- please”, his words were nonsense, moaning out yours and your boyfriends names until they blended together.
“I’m sorry kitten, but I’m afraid we have to take a break, he cums too soon otherwise. I wanna play with him a little longer”, Minho muttered, pulling his fingers out to make Chris whine.
“Feels so nice, though”, you pouted, slamming down once and gyrating your hips against Chris’ palm.
“I bet it does, kitten”, Minho replied, kissing your shoulder once more, “But I have a nice reward for you when you do as I say”.
Although the knot in your stomach was about to burst any moment, you still followed his order and removed yourself, upcoming anticipation making your ears tingle - you knew Minhos reward would make up for it. Your heart was pounding heavily and you already felt exhausted, this situation really was something else.
But he let you sit down behind Chris, prepping him up with his back against your naked chest as Minho took off his own last piece of clothing.
“After I prepared you so nicely, think you can handle some more?”, he asked his hyung.
Chris gasped, he was so breathless, he needed some time to answer. You felt him shivering against you.
“I want to touch you”, he said quietly.
“Ohh- you want to prepare me as well? What a good boy you are, Channie”, Minhos voice was taunting but gentle.
Chris’ reaction to the slight degradation, to him getting so belittled although he was the eldest of the group was so obvious. His neglected and leaking cock twitched and he took a deep and long breath to try and hold onto his composure. You chuckled, one hand coming up to his hair, fingers softly pulling on the strands while the other rested on his chest.
He reached out to wrap a hand around Minhos dick, giving him hesitating strokes.
“You can go a bit faster”, he guided the older man’s hand, “Like that”.
To see Minho letting himself go always was so nice to watch. He arched his back a little, head falling back and lips parting slightly to gasp loud enough for you to hear.
Chris got bold with it, hand twisting around his length, and alternating between ghosting touches and squeezing grips. It indeed pulled a growl out of Minho, whose eyes never left the two of you for too long.
Minho soon enough was rocking his hips back and forth, fucking Chris’ hand leisurely.
“Not bad for your first hand job, Channie-hyung”, he praised him, angling his body so both their cocks touched, “You may touch yourself too”.
You wish you would be pleasured in any way as well as you watched, but it would be probably enough to get you off either way. Chris’ fingers wrapped around both their cocks with the same hand, jerking them off simultaneously like this.
Minho was gone, eyes locked with the older man as he growled so deeply, it echoed off the walls of the bedroom.
They both moaned, Chris began to tremble again.
“I need to fuck you”, Minho growled and grabbed his thighs to pull him to the edge of the mattress, “You’re a good boy and let me do it, right?”.
“Yeah”, Chris was nodding hastily, “Please”.
Minho wasted no time to line himself up with Chris’ hole, head pressing in with an unmatched urgency. You knew he had been easing Chris into all of this, since it was his first time with a man, but his patience was slowly running out.
“Ah- oh, fuck- wait”, Chris’ back arched and he was already moving to push him away weakly, but your hands were relentless, pulling him back against your body.
“Look at me, Channie”.
He did, pupils dilated, but so glassy and far gone.
“Breathe with me, yeah?”, you whispered, “You’re doing so good”.
Minho waited for him to relax under your touch while you caressed his cheek. It took him a minute, and he soon found pleasure in the way Minho moved further, pushing in steadily, but slowly.
“How does it feel?”, you asked with a grin when his eyes dared to roll back.
“Good”, his voice was nothing more than a moan.
“Just good?”, Minho laughed hoarsely, “I can do better than that”.
He urged you to come closer with a flick of his head before he moved Chris’ legs to wrap around his hips and slightly leaned forward. The different angle allowed him to brush Chris’ prostate once more when he bottomed out.
“Fuck, Oh god-“, Chris’ hand shot forward to grab your arm, to have something to hold onto as he wildly trembled in the sheets.
“Uh-huh, that’s more like it”, Minhos cocky smile was making you throb, you couldn’t help it, “Let go of her, behave”.
Chris was hesitating, too caught up in the moment, in the feeling of Minhos cock driving him into a completely new sensation with his shallow thrusts. As if he couldn’t hear him, as if his brain was shutting off completely, his grip was unrelenting. But he finally let go, when Minho pulled on the makeshift leash, hips snapping against his ass harder as a punishment.
Chris’ back arched again, the air punched out of his lungs in the most devious way possible as tears welled in his eyes, the sheer pleasure overwhelming him.
“Being the strong big leader, yet you’re so dumb on my cock”, Minhos humiliating words made him moan mindlessly, confirming what he said, “You crying? Does it feel that good, huh?”.
You got to his side and Minhos eyes grew soft at your sight.
“Gimme a second, kitten, you’re gonna get your reward”.
He leaned forward some more, stopping his movements to grab the older man’s jaw. His tongue darted out to lick off Chris’ hot tears with a low groan.
“Open up for me, tongue out”, he ordered, voice so sharp that you had to press your thighs together.
As if he was as well trained as Jisung was, he opened up his mouth immediately. Minho grinned before he gathered some saliva in his mouth, spitting it right onto Chris’ tongue.
“Hold it there, don’t swallow”, he let go of Chris to look at you, “Have a seat, kitten”.
Chris gasped, eyes flickering over to you as you moved over to him again.
“You gonna let me sit on your face, Channie?”, you cooed, chuckling when he nodded again.
You positioned yourself on top of him quickly, glad you would finally get the attention you craved so much. This wasn’t about you, but still, you needed the release badly.
Sinking down on his tongue, you immediately had to moan out as he used the spit waiting on his tongue to swipe over your clit. Your hand got tangled in his hair and the sheets beside his head, holding onto dear life as he licked off your arousal.
Your eyes squeezed shut, he really seemed to enjoy this. Slurping on your juices, groaning out loud whenever you would let a little gasp escape.
Opening your eyes again, you could look straight at Jisung who looked like he was breaking apart. His eyes were so far gone, you weren’t sure what exactly he was staring at to be honest. But he had Chris’ hoodie bunched up underneath him, rocking his hips against it so it would give him some sort of friction against his clothed cock.
“Baby, you’re calling this behaving?”, Minho clicked his tongue with annoyance, “Making a mess on Channie-hyungs hoodie?”.
“Sorry- ‘m so sorry, but-“, Jisung moaned with a broken voice, letting his torso sink down some more by prepping himself up on his elbows instead of his hands, “Feels good, I need it- don’t be mad, Min, please”.
“Insatiable little brat”, he huffed in a response, “Humping your hyungs clothes?”.
Minhos thrusts grew quicker with the irritation in his voice, but he decided to not give him any more attention than that. You on the other hand couldn’t pry your eyes off that scene, Jisungs fucked out eyes, his parted lips.
That, combined with Chris’ tongue and mouth and his constant groaning into your pussy just drove you closer to the edge.
“Can you cum like this, Ji?”, you asked, voice broken, “For me?”.
You were sweating, trembling above Chris as he used his tongue to nudge against your entrance. Your grip on his hair grew tighter, using it as leverage to roll your hips forward, his nose grinding against your clit - sparks waving through your nervous system.
“Yes, baby- yes, I can”, Jisung choked out, groaning and letting his head fall forwards, “You want me to cum? Am I allowed to-?”.
He was so far gone in his subspace, mind equally empty as yours, although he wasn’t even being touched.
Minho grunted behind you as he squeezed Chris’ waist with both hands, holding on to him to go even harder, faster.
Everyone’s sounds mixed together into a filthy harmony, this did nothing to get over the moments you have with Chris, not with his muffled and hoarse cries right between your legs.
“Min-“, you gasped, not being able to finish your sentence for a second when Chris began to suck on your clit.
You were gushing onto his face, but you didn’t care.
“What do you need, kitten? Tell me-“, Minho sounded like he was on edge, like he really needed to hold himself back to keep his composure.
“Fuck him harder”, you begged, “Need his sounds”.
You stared Jisung down and he crumbled. He was drooling, a string of spit leaving his parted lips, but he didn’t even seem to notice.
“As you wish, kitten”.
Minhos left hand locked in place at Chris’ waist, the other grabbed his bound wrists to tug on them for leverage while his pace got quicker - wet slapping sounds filling your ears.
“Are you close, hyung? You gonna let me fill you up, yeah?”, his voice was choked out, but it was so full of want and desire.
Chris didn’t answer, he couldn’t. His tongue was pushed back and forth on your clit, his whole body rocking with force. Groans and whimpers left his mouth, the vibrations letting you see stars as you came hard.
Your whole body seized as you still moved your hips to ride out your orgasm and as badly as you wanted to close your eyes to enjoy it to the fullest - Jisung came with your name on his tongue, as if he was calling out for you, then for Minho. It sounded and looked so sensual, he arched his back, rolling his hips against the fabric relentlessly.
“God, I love when the two of you cum like this- looks so pretty, fuck-“, Minho sounded broken, his stoic demeanor slightly fading.
You waited until your legs stopped trembling this much, that was when you got up and let Chris finally properly breathe. You crawled over to Jisung, couldn’t bear to ignore him any further, pulling him into your arms to lay beside you on the bed. His boxer briefs were wet and sticky, yet your legs tangled together, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks.
Minho groaned, making both of you look at him.
“Gonna ruin him for everyone else”, he muttered, “Making you mine”.
“Yes-“, Chris’ face was glistening in your arousal, he even dared to lick his lips and his eyes rolled back into his skull, “Yes, I’m yours”.
Minhos hand left the belt and he wrapped it around the base of Chris’ cock instead, jerking him off with quick strokes.
“I’m yours, please please please- ahh, fuck”.
Chris came over Minhos hand, covering his sweaty stomach with hot spurts of cum.
“Yes, you fucking are”, Minho accentuated every word with a particular harsh thrust, finally finishing as well and spilling as deep inside as possible, grinding against him.
His thrusts were coming to halt when Chris’ body slumped, he moved to free his poor wrists out of the leather.
“You good?”, he asked the older man, getting a shallow nod as a response.
He let Chris lay there, absolutely spent and coming down from what probably was the wildest experience he ever had.
“Taking me so well, I didn’t think you would handle it like that”, he added teasingly, patting Chris’ right thigh, “My good boy”.
Minho approached the two of you slowly, groaning as he saw the domesticity of the picture in front of him, exhausted facial expression fading when he looked at you in awe.
“You were doing so good, baby”, he praised Jisung, “I’m proud of you, both of you”.
He kissed Jisungs shoulder when he flopped down behind him, leaning over him to press his lips to yours.
“Kiss-“, Jisung demanded, turning his head so he could reach his boyfriend better.
Minho hummed, a hand covering yours as he joined their lips in a deep kiss. Jisung sighed heavily, enjoying the attention, shivering when the older man gently nipped at his bottom lip before ending the kiss and laying down comfortably.
There was comfortable silence, three heartbeats getting in sync from being so full, so close and so loved by each other.
Chris moved, unsure of what to do now.
“Come here and fucking cuddle”, Minho groaned, seeing his hesitating but needy facial expression.
A silly little smile was spreading on Chris’ lips, dimples showing off. He settled behind you, chest touching your bare back and you couldn’t help but relish in the warmth radiating from him.
Eventually, his heart rate would drop while he relaxed and without you really noticing - it was getting in sync too.
relationships: Minsung x female!Reader x Bang Chan
cws: smut, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, foursome, making out, oral sex (m! receiving), throatfucking, masturbation, overstimulation, riding, anal sex, cum eating, possessive behavior, Chan has a hyung kink, use of pet names, kinda mean dom!Lee Know, part two of: being mean to Han
word count: 4382
summary: after Chan heard all of you having sex, he doesn’t deny the offer to watch you - or even to join
a/n: this gotta be the filthiest shit I’ve ever done but damn yall asked for it! So there you go, I hope yall are happy
You crossed your legs, throwing one leg over the other and pressing them together to have some sort of friction. You sat on the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, watching both of your boyfriends.
“‘m sorry”, Jisung muttered while gasping for air, looking up to Minho from his position on his knees, “‘m soo sorry”.
The older man huffed, angling Jisungs head up with a harsh grip on his hair, making him whine both in pain and in pleasure. His other hand was pressed to the wall for leverage.
“I don’t think you really are”, Minho snarled, guiding his wet cock back to his mouth, “Open”.
Jisung obediently did what he was told, opening his mouth widely and lolling his tongue out so his boyfriend could slide right back in.
When the younger man had come home from the studio, you had figured he was feeling a bit uneasy. After Chan had been listening on the phone to all of you having sex, this conversation had been doomed to be weird. But you had never thought that Jisung would suggest for his bandmate to actually watch the three of you next time.
While you had been lost for words, Minho had been kinda mad. It hadn’t taken him that long to corner a wide eyed Jisung against the wall and force him down to his knees.
You ended up on the chair, watching Minho punishing Jisung like this. He held him close by the hair, stuffing his dick as deep into the younger man’s throat as he managed, but letting him breathe every now and then. He would always gasp apologies and whine about it, just for Minho to start all over again.
The soft gagging sounds he choked out echoed against the walls of your shared bedroom, mixing together with the grunts Minho made with every sharp snap of his hips.
But the rhythm soon began to falter, that’s when he pulled him off again.
“Please-“, Jisung whimpered, “I am sorry, I- I thought you would like it”.
There was a thick string of saliva connecting his lips with Minhos weeping cock, the sight of it made your pussy clench around nothing.
“Don’t lie, you’re just getting off to the thought of Chan-hyung watching you getting railed”, Minho scoffed, he caught a tear on Jisungs cheek - shed by the sensation of his gag reflex being bullied relentlessly, “You’re getting off to your punishment right now as well - Did I say you could touch yourself?”.
The younger man was caught mid act, stopping to palm himself through the fabric of his pants, moaning out as he watched Minho licking off the tear from his thumb.
You stood up and walked over to them, caressing Jisungs cheek for a second before he leaned into the touch.
“I think it could be- intriguing”, you cooed, your other hand rising up to Minhos neck to beckon him closer to you, “Maybe you really would end up enjoy being watched. And if you don’t, we can stop whenever you want”.
Minho hummed.
“Fine. You’re lucky I love you”, he finally sighed, easing in your hold.
“I am”, you smiled, leaning forward to kiss him.
It was short but intense, all of him so captivating, you found it hard to stop yourself getting lost in it. Your heart jumped when he chased your lips, giving you another quick peck before separating.
Jisung whined, wrapping a hand around your calf to get your attention.
“I also want a kiss!”, he said, eyes big and lips already in a sweet pout.
“Of course, baby”.
You leaned down to press your lips to Jisungs, it was wet and sloppy, tainted by the salty taste of Minhos pre cum.
“Make him cum, yeah?”, you patted his cheek before going back to your chair, taking a seat and making yourself comfortable to enjoy the show.
“Hmm, you heard her”, Minhos grin was mean, but it still made the younger man writhe in his spot.
But just when you got to the best part with him taking his boyfriends cock in his mouth again, the doorbell rang. They either didn’t seem to notice or to care though, Jisung moaning sinfully around his girth while Minho pulled him closer.
With a sigh, you decided to get up instead and open the door. You didn’t expect to see Chris standing there, looking kinda anxious with disheveled hair and nervous eyes.
“Ohhh”, you made a surprised sound, “Hey Chris, nice to see you”.
The blond looked at you for a few seconds, quickly averting his gaze and started furiously blushing. He had sounded so confident on the phone, now he just seemed to be very embarrassed.
“Yeah, hi”, he looked down to his feet, “It’s nice to see you too. Uhm- did Jisung talk to you?”.
“About you wanting to watch us?”, you decided to tease him a bit and it was worth it, because he looked up with very wide eyes immediately, “Yeah he did”.
“He asked me to!”, Chris blurted out, “I was just- Well, it sounded intriguing”.
You chuckled, opening the door a bit further for him to come in.
“I didn’t think you’d come over that quick though”.
He stroked his hair back in a nervous habit, combing through them with sweat stained hands. He looked kind of lost in your apartment.
“Innie has guests over and- well, I thought about what Han said and- I- got hard?”, he muttered, sounding like he didn’t really believe what he just said.
“Ohh”, another surprised sound from you.
You could still see the slight outline of a bulge in his pants. He caught you staring, you didn’t care.
“Is this inconvenient? I can come over again tomorrow or-“, he got interrupted by a loud groan out of the bedroom.
“Are they-?”.
You laughed, taking his hand, thumb slightly stroking the back of it.
“It’s actually very convenient. You wanna take a look?”, you cooed gently, pulling him with you as soon as he nodded hastily.
The scene in the bedroom was the same as you left, Jisungs pretty mouth and throat getting abused by his boyfriend, both hands holding his head in place now as he roughly fucked his face. From the sounds Minho made, he was finishing the second you came in with Chris, grinding his hips and shoving his cock down his throat as deep as possible to force Jisung to swallow his cum.
“Oh fuck- I- Jesus-“, Chris almost stumbled seeing this, but his eyes were glued to the picture, every second of it burning into his brain.
You could heavily relate to that though, seeing how both of your boyfriends acted with each other, how rough Minho was in combination with the other being so submissive, it stirred something inside you every time you saw it.
Jisungs sounds were making you squirm, he sounded like he could cum from this too. Guttural moans erupting from him and ringing in your ears clearly when Minho pulled off to give him some air to breathe.
“Open”, Minho ordered breathlessly for the second time, “Show me”.
Jisung was too far gone to be disobedient or even notice you standing in the doorframe, showing off that he indeed swallowed everything his partner had given him, tongue coming out past his swollen lips. Not even a single drop of cum wasted.
“That’s a good boy”, the older man cooed, cupping his jaw gently, “Good job”.
When Jisung thanked him for the praise with that dumb fucked look on his face, Chris couldn’t hold back a gasp.
“You enjoying the show?”, Minho huffed, holding a hand out to you, “Come here, kitten”.
“Chan-hyung?!”, Jisung scrambled on the floor, trying to shove his boyfriend away as if he was suddenly embarrassed, “I- I didn’t know you would be here this fast?”.
Chris was too stunned to speak, automatically sitting down while watching you walk over to the scene where the oldest in your relationship greeted you with open arms.
“I wanna punish Hannie for bringing Chris here”, Minho whispered, nuzzling into the spot behind your ear, “You’re going to help me, kitten?”.
You snorted at his possessiveness, but you also found it kinda endearing. So of course, you nodded and helped Jisung up on his wobbly legs.
“I- uhmm-“, Chris’ lips were parted, nothing productive coming out.
The younger man sat down on the edge of the bed before being pushed to lay flat on his back. Minho was quick to get his pants off, manhandling him to lift his hips for it before he prepped some pillows underneath his ass.
His dick twitched relentlessly because three pairs of eyes were watching him attentively, the thrill of having an extra person - who wasn’t a part of the relationship - being there also filled you with a strange kind of lust.
You put on a little show as you were taking off your clothes, much to Minhos dismay. He pulled you close by your waist, shielding your body with his own.
“Don’t worry, Min”, you whispered, so quietly that only he could hear it, “There’s only you two, yeah? Ignore him, focus on me”.
His fingers trailed over your naked skin. He wasn’t jealous, he knew there was no reason to be. He just wasn’t so sure if he wanted to share the view, you were his to look at, to play with, to own.
But still, because he knew you and Jisung were keen about this new experience, he let it slide. He grinned when you climbed on top of Jisung, but facing you. Reassuring him by making grabby hands for him to lean down and kiss you.
You rocked your hips like this, Minho guiding you to do so and Jisungs hard cock slid through your folds like this.
“Hahh- please, can I-“.
“You wait”, Minhos voice was thundering, putting his boyfriend back into his place with just two words and making you and Chris gasp out.
You loved this side of him, the roughness, how he could easily make everyone fold.
“Don’t you dare touch her”, he growled, “You were acting up and now you’re going to take what we give you. Know your fucking place”.
Jisung whined, bucking his hips up into you. He was being ignored, left to shiver underneath you in anticipation while Minho kissed you in such a demanding manner, it punched the air out of your lungs.
You were dripping at this point, the desire inside you bursting out in dopamine washing through your veins. It made the drag of your hips more delicious, sloppier, and Jisungs whines even louder.
“H-hyung, please”, he stretched and turned to reach out for the guest, “Channie, tell them to go easy on me. Please please please”.
You could hear Chris moan, muffled by the back of his hand, clothes rustling.
Minho wasn’t having it, a hand leaving your waist to reach down to his boyfriends ass, nudging at his hole without warning to thrust a finger in.
“Hahh- wait wait wait- Min, jagi, baby, please”, he arched his back off the mattress at this sudden intrusion.
“Better think about who you’re crying out to, baby”, Minho warned, adding another finger, “I’m right here”.
Jisungs trembling got more intense with every second, his dick pathetically throbbing underneath you in dying need of some attention.
“Sorry- sorry, but please, I need-”, he whined, you loved when he did, “Inside-?”.
You decided to be generous, because he was behaving so good so far. He thrusted his hips into your hand immediately when you grabbed him, gave him a quick squeeze before guiding him in.
The sound he made was delicious, so broken, so needy - you clenched around his length although he wasn’t even inside completely.
“Ohh- fuck”.
You turned your head to see Chris lazily stroking himself to the sight, the sounds, the situation in general. He had pulled his pants down just enough so his cock was free and he could reach for it in long pumps.
Minho followed your gaze, noticing Jisung looked at him as well. He sighed and tilted his head slightly, thrusting his fingers in rougher.
“You wanna call for help again, Hannie? Go on”, he curled his fingers, finding the prostate with ease and making him cry out just for him, “Pathetic slut”.
You wondered what Chris thought about Minho degrading his younger partner, how he’d behave around them in the future. The thought of it was thrilling, knowing the relationship between the three of them would change forever, had some kind of appeal to you you couldn’t really lay a finger on.
“Hahh- hyung”, Jisung coaxed out in a sob, Chris jolted with a grunt, jerking off faster, “Hyung, please”.
Yeah, how could Chris look into his eyes, with Jisung knowing he found deep dark pleasure in the way he got called ‘hyung’?.
The younger held his hand out, what bribed Chris to stand up and sit down again on the bed, so the younger could take his hand in a tight grip.
“Channie-hyung”, Minho cooed, “You have a hyung kink? That’s good to know”.
Jisung whined at the loss of his fingers when he pulled them out to replace his cock with them. Minho almost purred when sliding in, leaning forward to silence the soft sound with your lips.
This whole situation was making you insane. This quickly turned out to be more than just Chris watching, he was close, right next to you - you could hear his ragged breath and the wet smacking sound of him pleasuring himself to this whole scene.
“Oh, shut up Lino”, Chris sighed, not knowing where to look at.
It was torturing for everyone involved at this point. You alternated between rocking your hips back and forth and bouncing on Jisungs dick, while he did his best to fuck up into you occasionally, but with Minhos quick thrusts, it was so hard for him to hold onto the last piece of sanity. It felt so incredibly good, how he literally came undone right below you.
“More”, he sobbed, sounding like he was on the verge of crying, “I need- hahhh- please, too much”.
His knuckles on Chris’ hand turned white by the force of his grip, his wails and cries making your walls lock around him, preparing to milk him.
“Hahh- wait”, he choked on his words, more sobs coming out, “Don’t, please don’t stop”.
Jisung was slipping into the gut wrenching sensation of overstimulation, you could feel him twitch inside you with every roll of your hips.
“You want more? You have to earn that, baby”, Minho grinded his hips into him, holding you close by a firm grip of your neck, “Channie-hyung has no right to do what he pleases”.
His lust filled and blown eyes showed you how much he relished in his dominating role, how much he enjoyed being this mean to your shared boyfriend and teasing his older bandmate at the same time. It seemed like Chris’ presence wasn’t such a big deal for him anymore if that meant he could degrade one more person occasionally.
With that confirmation, you dared to slightly turn around, reaching for Chris’ leaking cock with confidence to take over for him now.
“Ohhh god”, the blond arched into your touch, craving more from being so touch starved, hips twitching.
“No no no no no”, Jisung began to sob again, being even whinier when his watery eyes followed the motions of your hand around Chris’ dick, “I- I wanna touch, please let me- please please, I’ve been so good-!”.
“You wanna make Chris feel good instead, huh? Because it was your idea to invite him?”, you asked, your voice cracking more than you thought it would.
But you couldn’t help it, the pants and groans and sobs of four people really had a crushing weight on you. You could literally taste how close you were.
“Yes! Yes yes, please- I’ve been so good- you said I was doing good”, Jisung threw his head back, writhing in the sheets.
“Ohh, you think you were good?”, Minho thrusted once more, bottoming out and staying still.
You already knew what he was referring too, but of course, Jisungs fucked mind couldn’t catch up that quickly.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good”.
Well, he agreed to this without asking you two. This was his punishment for it. So of course, Minho wasn’t happy with his answer.
“Uh-huh, think again”.
His thrusts were punishing, every snap so hard, it made your whole body bounce on top of him. Minho grinned shamelessly, palming your tits and holding onto you instead for leverage.
“Please please please please”, it seemed like something snapped inside of Jisung, he was only babbling at this point, whole body tensing up, but not coming.
“Lino”, Chris sighed, looking so tempted to catch your wrist to stop you from making him cum so soon, “He’s crying”.
“Poor baby”, he retorted with a scoff, not relenting.
That damn stamina of his, the combination of this with him being the least on edge of you all because he already got to his climax once, it was dangerous.
“Just- let me kiss him-“, Chris tried.
But Minho continued to let his hands roam over your body without a care, making you whine out in pure bliss. He fucked Jisung with so much force, you were rocked back and forth automatically.
“He said you would watch, not participate”, he said flatly, his voice bordering on a growl, “Be grateful I let her touch you”.
“So I don’t-?”.
“No!”, Minho snapped, “You get what I allow you to have, stop whining”.
You felt Chris twitch in your hand and you slowed down a bit, mostly because your body couldn’t catch up anymore. Sweat was dripping down your chest, in between your tits - your boyfriend was quick to lean forward and lick it off before it was out of reach. His tongue was even hotter against your boiling skin - almost burning where the air hit his saliva.
“Min-“, you cooed, a hand in his hair, caressing him so gently it made him look up to you with a stern gaze, “Just think about it, Jagi. Channies tongue in my mouth, moaning your name to thank you for it-“.
He slowed down a bit as if the thought of it really got to him, as if he needed a moment to compose himself.
Jisung got louder with the loss of stimulation, his sobs making your heart and pussy squeeze at the same time. It looked like he was about to crush his hyungs hand.
“What can I do to convince you, Min? I’ll do anything baby, I promise”, you smiled at him, peppering kisses up his throat.
There was the purr again, the low grumble of pleasure in his chest. But turned out, you actually didn’t need to do anything, Minho stayed still eventually.
“Fine”.
And with that, he grabbed Chris by the collar of his shirt, aggressively pulling him in into a searing kiss which muffled Chris’ surprised sigh.
Oh, the sight of it.
You whimpered, grieving over the opportunity to be the first one to kiss Chris and let him join this properly. But seeing your boyfriend manhandling the older man so easily, it sent you over the edge with dizzying speed and intensity. Your body was seizing, pussy clenching down hard around Jisungs cock, which seemed to trigger a chain reaction.
The sobs and cries he let out would probably be heard in the apartments next door. He filled you up, body reacting on his own to fuck his cum deeper inside you. Even now, he knew he would behave, clawing into the sheets and holding on for dear life while his legs shook around Minho.
He groaned loudly into Chris’ mouth while he felt his cock being squeezed tightly and you trying to hold on somewhere on his body for leverage, nails digging into his skin.
“Fuck- stop that, fuck”, his halfhearted warning was swallowed by his hyung as he caught your wrists, finally following the two of you with sloppy and quick thrusts of his hips.
You were panting, gasping for air. Wet slapping sounds subsided, only heavy breaths breaking the silence until Jisung was the first to speak.
“Please- can I- hnngg-“, he scrambled, his tongue too slow for his words, “Need to touch- please- can I?”.
Minhos lips curled into an exhausted smile.
“Yes, you can touch, baby. Whatever you want”, he sighed, pulling out with a hiss and watching his cum drip out of Jisungs abused hole, “You did good, baby. So good, I’m proud”.
“I did good”, he echoed, hands on you immediately, holding onto your hips to pull you down onto his aching cock one last time.
But he let you get up after all, hands still holding on to you, rubbing you, feeling you. You felt sore, emotionally and physically exhausted.
His eyes were hazy, as if he was in trance, holding onto Chris with no intention to let go soon enough, his lips searching for his skin. The younger man was sweating and trembling hard, lost in subspace as he turned to the side and locked his hands around his hyungs arm.
You muttered endless praises, stroking his hair back and out of his face. You knew he’d be locked in this state for some time before he’d whine about needing more again. But he was safe in the presence of his partners like this, he just needed to breathe properly for a few minutes.
Chris looked equally spent, but was also restless, being the only one to not reach his orgasm in this tangle of touches and moans.
“Ahh, Channie-hyung”, Minho taunted him, watching the older man’s cock twitch and his body tremble at the nickname with a grin - he would probably never letting him live this down, “You want us to take care of you now? I know you can be good for me, too”.
Jisung seemed to regain his consciousness slowly, looking up to Chris in awe to study how his face scrunched up with lust and desire - but he still wasn’t able to say coherent sentences.
Minho knelt on his side while you settled between Chris’ legs, your hand wrapping around his base while your boyfriend gently massaged the head.
“Ohh- oh god- wait”, he moaned out, “Jesus- fuck”.
His reactions were addicting, no matter how tired you felt. Thinking about it, you were actually grateful Jisung managed to get him here. The way he looked at you filled you with immediate want.
You leaned down, darting your tongue out to lick over the head, tasting the salty head of precum with a gasp.
“Is it good?”, Minho asked you, diving in himself and mimicking your movements.
“Ahh- fuck”.
It was so different with him. Usually, you would find yourself in this position on top of Jisung whose natural reaction was to be obedient almost immediately, while Chris wanted to take, raising a hand to hold onto Minhos hair but he was quick to pin down the older man’s wrist.
“Greedy”, he clicked his tongue, “You gotta take what you get, you’re not in the position to ask for more”.
It was your turn to take Chris’ cock into your mouth, at least the first inch, sucking him in and swirling your tongue over the most sensitive part. You let go again quickly though, give Minho some room to take him past his lips, a bit further than you were doing.
You began to play with him like this, switching places every few seconds and it didn’t take too long for Chris to fall apart like this. The muscles on his stomach were flexing, body tensing up every time he would dive into the warmth of a mouth while his chest heaved quickly with gasped breaths.
“You know, you look pretty like this”, Minho cooed, catching your lips with his for a second instead of taking him in when it was his turn.
You were too pent up again to scold him for this dumb remark, you kissed him back with a matching urgency. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking you for permission instead of taking what he wanted - you just melted into the kiss.
Chris felt kind of neglected though, hips bucking up and cock twitching in need for attention. Luckily, Jisung was there to take care of him while the two of you got lost in the heated kiss.
“Hyung-“, Jisung raised a hand to cup his cheek, forgetting how he reacted to this nickname- another helpless whine and futile thrust into nothing, “What’s wrong?”.
He came closer to the older man, caressing his face with a graze of his lips against his jaw.
“Is it because they’re not paying attention to you?”, he muttered.
He was right though, Minhos lips too distracting against yours. His taste dizzying, his tongue working in your mouth with practiced expertise. It made you shiver, your body immediately forgetting how tired you had been as you moaned into his needy mouth and pressed your thighs together.
Jisungs hand sneaked down to grip his cock to soothe the ache, Chris whimpered.
“Does that feel better? Am I making hyung feel good?”.
And with that, Chris was gone. He couldn’t hold back the upcoming orgasm, cock twitching as he came and spilled over Jisungs hand, his stomach and, well - Minhos and yours faces.
“Fuck- fuck, sorry, I-“, Chris arched his spine, back rising off the mattress, “It feels- haahh- fuck”.
His release made you separate, Minhos eyes flickered from you to Chris and then back to you.
For a split second, you thought he would snap. But instead he groaned, kissing your cum stained lips once before lolling his tongue out to lick flatly over your cheek to gather and swallow it.
Your stomach dropped at this, adrenaline flooding your system and making you do the same in a twisted kind of rush. You cleaned his jaw with your tongue, but held it there which he saw as an invitation to connect with you again, moaning into the open mouth kiss and savoring Chris’ cum with you all together.
“Fuck”, Chris muttered under his breath, “That was- fuuuck”.
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cws: smut, choking, oral sex (f! receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, double vaginal penetration, overstimulation, having sex while being on the phone, mlm elements, poly relationship, established throuple, threesome, use of petnames (kitten, baby, jagi) Lee Know being a dom for Reader AND Han, Han being a sub for Reader AND Lee Know, the full Minsung experience
word count: 3989
summary: Lee Know and you both know how to be mean to seduce Han, even in the most inconvenient moments
a/n: guys I’m sweating. This is my first time writing mlm in the skz fandom and I’m REALLY anxious.. I thought it would be the best idea to test the waters with a poly thing sooo yeah.. maybe I’m gonna write more ships if this goes fine. (Let me know in my ask box which you would want to see) Actually, thanks to @pineapple-burgah and her discord I’m thinking about writing a poly OT8 thing about the kissing line situation at the fanmeeting.. so please, leave a like, comment and reblog if you’re interested in that thehe~
It was silent in the apartment. The only sounds echoing from the walls were the wet smacking sounds of Minhos lips against yours and some hurried breaths when you parted for just seconds, gasping for the shared air before diving back into another kiss.
Your panties were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor an eternity ago.
Minhos mouth traveled along your jawline while he pressed you into the couch with his body, rolling his hips into yours. While you were already half naked, he still had his sweatpants on, the friction heavenly against your swollen clit.
“Min-“, you moaned when he sucked on the spot below your ear - the one he knew that was making you weak.
“Hm?”, he made unhurriedly.
He pulled the fabric of your oversized shirt down so he could kiss your collarbone. Your fingers threaded through his hair, dug into his scalp and shoulders.
“I want to join Jisung under the shower”, you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin.
He chuckled, his hand found your thigh to push your leg up some more, giving him more space to grind against you.
“Too late, kitten. I think he’s already done”, he mused, “You want him to fuck you instead today, huh?”.
You wanted to answer, but the door to the bathroom opened. Jisungs familiar scent hung heavily in the air, reaching you and engulfing both of you, making you want him even more.
“Gotta go”, he mumbled, not yet noticing in which position both his lovers were in right now.
You furrowed your eyebrows, Minho let out a frustrated grunt against your skin. Jisung didn’t even look at you while walking around the couch, his eyes locked with your underwear on the floor, though.
He froze in his movements, you could see his face flush even in a distance.
“Oh, I didnt want to disturb you”, he got out, avoiding to move his head in your direction as if he hadn’t seen you two like this before.
“You want to join us?”, you asked with a grin, Minho huffed, his tongue darting out for a second.
That was when the younger man decided to change his mind, meeting your gaze. You could clearly see that he really wanted to, he hesitated before sighing.
“I have to meet Changbin-ah and Channie in the studio”.
You tugged on Minhos hair to signal him to back you up, there was no way you would let Jisung go now. Not with your desire and lust pooling so low in your stomach. Not with that heat between your legs. Not with him looking so handsome when he was freshly showered.
His face was a bit flushed from the hot water, hair a bit curly and still damp. God, you wanted to ruin him. And Minho confirmed he had the same thoughts by looking at you with blown pupils after getting a glimpse of his boyfriend.
The older man retreated and got up, walking towards Jisung.
“I’m sure you have a few minutes to spare”.
“I’m already too late, actually”, Jisungs words almost got stuck in his throat while watching him.
Minho knew what he was doing, he was walking almost gracefully. Like a cat, ready to pounce his prey.
“So, there’s no need to hurry now, either way, right?”, his hands wrapped around the dark haireds waist, his voice dropping.
Jisung didn’t stand a chance, instinctively cowering, lips parting as if he wanted to answer something, but there were no words coming out. The scenery was hot, even for you, even though you couldn’t see Minhos gaze. But the way Jisung responded to it was enough to make your heart clench with desire.
“I don’t know, I probably should-“, he was cut off by Minho, his face getting closer, his nose nuzzled behind his ear.
You stood up as well, standing on Jisungs other side.
“Yeah, you should probably stay”, you twisted his words with a grin.
His brain was already empty, although the both of you hadn’t really touched him yet. He was so sensitive, so reactive to almost everything you did, it was a bit pathetic.
“Yeah, I should- no I have to, Chan-ah would be mad”, he shook his head, but made no effort to end this, not even when you grabbed his useless hand and shoved it to your core.
He was cupping your bare pussy like this, a whimper escaped his open mouth.
“This is not fair”, he whined, “I- hah, please”.
His words weren’t matching his actions, his head moved to the side so Minho could kiss his neck, the palm of his hand rubbing your clit immediately. Additionally, he was the first one of you to move to the couch, encouraged some more when both of you pulled him with you.
The couch was actually pretty big, three people fitting onto it comfortably, which was very convenient in a lot of situations. Like right now, Jisung laying flat on his back, Minho on his side and you crouching on top of him. Your fingers were on his waistband, pulling down and helping him out of his pants and underwear. His hips almost rutted into the air, chasing your touch so needily, but you didn’t pay him the desired attention.
“You’re so mean”, he pouted.
“We’re not doing anything you wouldn’t want”, you chuckled, fingers tracing the v-line under the hiked up hem of his shirt, “Just tell me and I’ll stop”.
Before your fingers could reach his half hard dick, you moved back up again.
“No- don’t stop, please”, his eyes squeezed shut, but Minho grabbed his jaw and angled his face to look up at him.
“Eyes on me, Jagi”.
Jisung melted, he always did when Minho called him that. He visibly relaxed, slumping into the cushions before his muscles flexed again when you bunched up his shirt to caress him there some more.
“You’re so beautiful, Ji. You’d let me ride those abs, please?”, you leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his stomach.
“Yes! Yes, anything you want”.
Minho’s eyes flickered to you for a second, you wish you could press your thighs together in this position, you were already dripping just from the anticipation.
“Oh, really? You’d let her ride your cock, too? Use your body?”, the older cooed.
Jisung arched his back at his words, nodding so fast. It was endearing how quickly he folded to both of his partners, his previous plans already forgotten.
“Oh god- yes! Please please please”.
You grinned so fondly at him, his submissive side was always something you loved and adored so much. And how could you deny him something when he was begging for it so prettily?
He was hard by now, just from your touches and words. He was so down bad, it was kinda funny.
You positioned yourself on top of him, taking his dick into one hand to guide him to your entrance. Jisung wanted to hold you, hands reaching for your hips, but Minho was quick to catch his wrists, restraining him with just one hand and pulling them over his head.
You sank down on him, slowly, torturously slowly. Minhos lips on Jisungs probably should have muffled his moans, but he seemed to get even louder, even more desperate as soon as they kissed.
When he bottomed out, Jisungs phone on the table right next to you lit up, vibrating for a second to signal he had received a message. But neither of you was caring enough, none of the men separated for even a second, they even deepened the kiss.
Jisung whined into Minhos mouth when you rocked your hips, rolling your body forward.
You grinned, letting your head fall back. The praise made your body feel so warm, you were drunk on it, incredibly spurred on.
With his boyfriends’ face still in his hands, Minho watched you getting off, bouncing on another man’s dick but staring at you in awe like you were the most precious thing on earth.
“Don’t be jealous”, you breathed, “You can have it whenever you want”.
The grin on his lips almost scared you.
“I’m glad you’re saying that”, he changed his position, scooting away and turning to Jisung, “Up, against the backrest”.
Jisung was completely gone, pretty head not being able to think right now. He moved as if he was in trance, hypnotized by your hips and his words, holding you as he really sat up and moved back and leaned against the couch.
He reached deeper in this position, both of you gasped.
You raised your hands to push his damp hair out of his face. He was breathing heavily, slightly thrusting upwards. You didn’t really move, both of you just moving against each other so his dick would drag through your walls just slightly.
Minho was behind you, kneeling above Jisungs legs and pulling you against his chest.
“Can I join you?”, he asked, his lips grazing your neck.
“Join?”.
Your pussy clenched at the thought to be honest, but it also made your breath hitch.
“Hmm”, he hummed, “You told me I could have that pussy anytime I want. And I want it now”.
Your walls clenched again, Jisung whined.
“Stop- gripping me like that-“.
“You two seem to have such a good time, I wanna join”, Minhos hands came around you, sneaking between your legs where Jisungs dick split you open to massage your clit for a moment, “I know you can take both of us”.
He pulled his sweatpants down enough so you could feel his erection pressing against your ass. With a growl, he wrapped a hand around the base and tried to push in right next to Jisung. It was a tight fit and you gritted your teeth with just the tip in.
“Hahhh- fuck- wait”, you gasped, instinctively moving away from him, but he wrapped a hand around your throat to pull you back against him.
“Ohhh- Min, please, it’s- so tight”, Jisung squirmed underneath you, throwing his head back and hitting the wall, there was a hand on his windpipe too.
“Yeah, would you two just shut up a second”, Minho moaned low, “Gonna cum when you keep whining like that”.
You stayed like that for a second, both of his hands keeping both of you in place while he needed to take a breath before continuing to push in. All three of you moaned in unison, his grip tightening.
“I said shut up”.
But it was so hard to, you bit down so hard on your lower lip to muffle your cries, because there was no way you could keep quiet like that. The stretch was intense and to be honest, him choking you did nothing to help you.
You had a hard time accommodating to both of them being inside you, your body tensing up.
“Easy, kitten. Breathe with me”, Minho whispered, kissing the spot right next to your ear, “You can take it, right? I know you can”.
There was the soft side of him coming out. Minho actually was a very sweet person, he just liked to be in charge, but he knew how to calm someone down at the right time. His grip around your throat loosened a bit, while the one at Jisung seemed to get tighter.
“Always taking us so well”, he continued, rocking his hips forward gently, glancing at his boyfriend, “Right, baby? Tell her what a good girl she is”.
God, Jisungs eyes were so full of devotion. He looked at you like he never wanted to forget the scene right in front of him. Like he wanted to imprint that moment on his brain.
“Soo good- I.. haahh-“.
“See?”, Minho grinned, pushing in the last few inches, “You already fucked him dumb”.
The heat crawled up at you, you were sweating. You felt so full, so wrecked, but so good at the same time. Your walls couldn’t stop spasming around them and it was driving Jisung insane.
“Can I- oh god”.
“You gonna let him cum, kitten? Or should he wait?”, Minho bit your neck and you gasped.
Jisungs phone vibrated on the table again. Two times.
“No, please- I need to- please”, his hands that had previously been digging into the cushions beside him flew to your waist.
His begging made your cravings worse, you really had to breathe slowly and concentrate so you wouldn’t reach your orgasm too early. But the adrenaline in your veins and the tug in your stomach told you how close you were.
“He had been a very good boy”, you mused and cupped his face, he melted into your touch, “But we want to keep him here as long as possible, right? So he has to wait”.
Minho chuckled, finally starting to move. He tested the waters, his thrusts were shallow and slow at first, but still felt so incredibly good. While Jisung was so deep inside - you swore you could feel the tip touch your cervix - Minhos dick was nudging into your g-spot with every roll of his hips.
And it didn’t just affect you, Jisungs eyes rolled back into his skull when he picked up his pace and encouraged you to move as well. You were deaf to everything else except the sounds of it all. Breathy moans, whimpers and the wet squelch of your pussy. You almost missed the vibration on the table that now seemed to be a phonecall.
“Stop- I’m gonna-“, Jisung squeezed your waist in a bruising grip, definitely leaving marks there but he didn’t even noticed, “Stop, please stop, hahh-“.
But his partners didn’t even think about that, his hands were still urging, not stopping you. He could’ve if he wanted, but all he did was moan out in pleasure, whole body shaking.
Then you felt it, their cocks rubbing against each other in such a tight fit with your walls pulsating around them sent him over the edge. He twitched inside of you, filling you up and even thrusted upward as much as he could in this position so his cum would reach the deepest crevices of you.
“Did you just-?”, Minho growled, Jisungs eyes flew open when the hand around his throat vanished.
“I’m sorry, I just- it felt so good and I-“ he was silenced by two of Minhos fingers shoved into his mouth.
The older man didn’t stop with his thrusts, fucking his boyfriends cum into you.
“Suck on them, baby. And you better be thoroughly, it’s the only preparation you get”, his voice was flat, dark and it made Jisung crumble some more, “You have time until I cum”.
You gasped at it, kinda jealous of both of them. The thought of either having Minhos fingers in your mouth or your fingers in Jisungs mouth made you gasp and mewl immediately.
“Oh, kitten, you aren’t fair to Jisung, you’re gonna make me finish soon when you whine so prettily”.
His rhythm was merciless, relentless, he was chasing his release now without hesitation or restraint. The man underneath you squirmed in overstimulation, still being inside of you as well. Minho groaned into your neck, open mouthed kisses tracing along the hem of the shirt you were wearing, you felt his tongue against your skin before he bit down into the fabric for leverage. Jisungs mouth closed around his fingers, tongue swiping along them, trying his best to be good after literally fucking up and ignoring orders.
You let your head fall back, feeling so deliciously full when Minho came as well. His thrusts didn’t falter, quite the opposite, they got more brutal, quicker, harder. The growl behind you was so feral, so guttural and it only subsided when his movements stopped.
“You did so good, kitten”, he purred now, nose nuzzling against you.
“I didn’t even get to finish”, you pouted.
He pulled out with a sigh, pulling you with him and prepping you onto the couch on your back.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jisung is gonna help you with that”.
Jisung on the other hand didn’t even have enough time to react to anything that happened in that moment, he was being manhandled into positioning himself on his knees and hands right in front of you.
His eyes locked with your core since you had your legs spread, following the cum oozing out of your pussy and dripping down onto the cushions.
Minho was behind him, hands momentarily squeezing his hips.
“What are you- oh god”, Jisungs head fell forward as his boyfriends’ wet fingers pushed against the rim of his hole, “Wait- shit! Fuck-“.
“Watch your mouth, baby”, Minho cooed, eyes locking with yours, “Keep it occupied, yeah?”.
With a grin, you bunched up your shirt some more, gaining Jisungs attention again with the movement. His mouth hung open, muttered swears and breathed whimpers still falling out of it.
“You gonna take care of me, Ji?”.
He nodded, not being able to answer anything, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and kissed the spot right above your clit. He was so eager, so far gone, you didn’t know why he was moaning now. Maybe because of your taste, maybe because of Minhos fingers hitting his prostate - maybe a combination of both.
His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves, massaging it so messily, you involuntarily arched your back and tangled your fingers into his hair. His eyes fluttered close, the vibrations of his moans sending electric shocks through you. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. Now.
“Min- Min, please fuck him”, you gasped, these words making Jisung just moan a bit louder.
There was still cum pooling underneath you, coming out in gushes as your pussy pathetically clenched around nothing but the dark haired seemed to get off because of it a bit more. He dived in, tongue squeezing into your entrance, his nose bumping into your clit by how clumsy and hurried he was.
“As you wish, kitten”.
And damn, you wish you could hear those broken sobs of Jisung when Minho pushed his hardened dick in every second of the day. It was heavenly, he held onto you for dear life, arms trembling even more than your legs.
“You feel so good, baby. Fuck- and you really wanted to go to work, tsk”.
Jisung just hummed in satisfaction, probably not even remembering anymore how this started. But he would be reminded soon, his stupid phone on the table vibrating again.
“Ah, that’s Chan-hyung”, Minho grinned, a hint of malice in there, “You want me to pick up? You seem to be kinda busy right now”.
Jisung wanted to respond something, but had a really hard time separating from your swollen clit, latching on it like a starved man, especially with the way you gripped his hair but protesting with some groans.
Minho was too quick to reach for it either way, answering the phone call and putting him on speaker.
“Hey, Chan-hyung”.
He was mean with it, thrusting forward slowly, pulling a long and loud whine out of his boyfriend. His own voice was hoarse, but not that suspicious.
“Did Han-ah forget his phone or didn’t he even leave yet?”.
Chris sounded on edge, you knew he was pissed just because of his tone, but Minho grinned, gasping breathlessly when bottoming out.
“He’s at home”, he said.
Jisungs mouth was gone, he grunted, turning his head slightly to glance back.
“Tell- haahhh fuck- tell him I’m coming”.
Minho chuckled, patting his hips and grinding into him. Jisung let his head fall forward at that, his cries muffled with his teeth in your thigh. You caressed his head, scratching his scalp gently, but soon tugged him to guide his head back between your legs.
“Sure you are, baby”, Minho hummed, speaking louder again for Chris again, “He’s kinda distracted”.
Chris sighed audibly, it sounded really annoyed.
“Can I talk to him?”.
Minho snapped his hips forward and Jisung had to close his mouth around your clit to shut himself up. You jolted, the back of your hand pressed onto your mouth. The blond shook his head, signaling you to take it down again.
“Oh, Hannie can’t talk right now”, another thrust, and another and Jisung almost bit down, “He’s- ahh fuck- he’s occupied”.
Minho couldn’t hold it any longer, the younger man pressing his hips back to meet him now. He gripped his waist with one hand - almost letting the phone slip. This situation shifted completely, your orgasm was in arms reach all of the sudden while Jisung was basically making out with your cunt now. He swallowed the combined juices, moaning into you and licking over your clit with a flat tongue.
You didn’t even care anymore that Chris could hear you.
“Min- fuck him harder”.
Minho muttered something you couldn’t understand under his breath, phone thrown onto the couch to grab Jisungs waist properly.
“She’s there, too? Fuck, give me a warning or something”.
None of you answered, you came on Jisungs tongue with a choked moan, trapping his head in between your thighs. He didn’t stop because of this, hands prying your legs open and fucking you through that orgasm with his tongue, being pushed into your pussy with every thrust of Minhos hips.
It was messy, the sounds were so sinful and you were pretty sure Chris would be traumatized after this.
Minhos rhythm was faltering as he threw his head back, his moan turning into a growl while squeezing Jisungs waist with his hands. His face scrunched up when he came too, making his boyfriend writhe in pleasure at the feeling of being filled with his hot cum.
“Would you- fucking look at that”, Minho hummed when Jisung began to move on his own, his ass meeting Minhos pelvis over and over again, “Such a slut for me, fucking yourself on my cock? Wanna cum again?”.
The dark haired was still slurping on your combined juices, sucking on your swollen clit even though you were trying to pry him off at his hair. He didn’t budge, his eyes closed in pure bliss while eating you out, but it was too much for you. His mouth so hot on your skin, his drool making the sensation even worse because you felt so throughly wet. He marked you, sucking on your clit, your folds, even diving into your entrance, shoving his tongue in as deep as he could reach.
“Min-“, you whined, silently begging your other boyfriend for help.
Minho growled, leaning forward and gripping a fistful of Jisungs hair at the back of his head to yank him back roughly. Jisung gasped and hissed at the pain of it, but you could finally catch a break.
Spit and cum was running down his wet chin, his back arched and his eyes so far far gone.
His pupils were blown, so dark and big you couldn’t see any other color as he stared into the nothingness. They rolled back for the probably fiftieth time this evening while he also reached his peak, spilling onto the cushions with a heavy sigh.
It was silent for a moment, only your breaths filling the living room now.
Minho pulled out slowly, rubbing gentle circles into Jisungs hips as he let go of him.
“You okay?”, he asked, eyes switching between both of you.
The dark haired whimpered quietly, searching comfort in your arms, but holding an arm out for Minho to join him collapsing on your chest. The older man smiled at that, pressing a kiss to your lips first and Jisungs after that. Both snuggled up on you, your hands in their hair on each side.
“Fuck- Chan-hyung is gonna kill us”, Jisung mumbled.
“Nah, just you. Get in the shower and come here immediately”, you heard him saying on the other side of the phone.
— so basically, i have been writing a lot of these headcanons with skz because i kinda find it fun to do so. so here's my take on how skz would give you the most and filthiest shotgun kiss you could ever receive.
HEY— this is an 18+ post! please proceed with viewer's discretion as this contains graphic smut themes not suitable for some readers. MDNI!!!!
CHRISTOPHER CHAHN BAHNG
Chan does everything with intense care and overwhelming dominance. He has you straddling him on the couch, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you, stretching you open while you’re already dripping down his thighs. He takes a long, slow drag from the joint, his dark eyes locked on yours. One strong hand grips your jaw, thumb pressing down on your lower lip to part your mouth. He leans in until your lips are brushing, then seals them together and exhales the thick, warm smoke straight into your lungs while slowly rolling his hips up into you.
“Don’t exhale yet, baby. Hold me inside you,” he rasps, voice gravelly from smoke and lust. He keeps his mouth on yours, tongue sliding deep and filthy, tasting the smoke mixed with your whimpers as he fucks you with deep, controlled strokes. Every time you get dizzy he lets you breathe, only to immediately pull you back in for another shot, sucking on your tongue while his free hand grips your ass, guiding you to ride him harder. The combination of his cock filling your pussy and his smoke filling your lungs makes your head spin deliciously.
He loves watching your eyes glaze over, tears clinging to your lashes as the high hits. “That’s it… good girl. Let me ruin every part of you,” he growls between hits. By the third or fourth shotgun kiss you’re a moaning, cock-drunk mess, clenching around him so tightly he can barely hold back. Chan finishes by shotgunning one last hit straight into your mouth while he fills you up, kissing you through both your orgasms until smoke and spit are dripping down your chin. For him, it’s complete ownership—lungs, heart, and cunt all belonging to him.
LEE MINHO
Minho is cruelly playful and precise. He has you on your back with your legs folded against your chest, his cock dragging slowly against your sweet spot. He takes a deep hit, then grabs your face with both hands, squeezing your cheeks so your mouth opens like an obedient little toy. With a wicked smirk he presses his lips to yours and forces the thick smoke down your throat while snapping his hips forward.
“Held it like a good kitten,” he praises mockingly when you start to squirm. He doesn’t let you exhale immediately, instead he bites your lip and fucks you harder, only allowing you to breathe when your lungs burn. The moment you cough out the smoke he’s licking into your mouth again, tasting the desperation on your tongue. He repeats this over and over, using the shotgun kisses as torture, edging you until you’re crying and begging.
Minho especially loves doing it right when you’re about to cum, blowing smoke into you while choking you lightly, watching your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes through the haze. He thrives on the mess: drool, smoke, and tears running down your face while he calls you his pretty, pathetic slut. After he’s done using your mouth and pussy, he finally softens, pressing gentle kisses to your smoky lips and stroking your hair.
SEO CHANGBIN
Changbin is intense, feral, and completely unrestrained when he gets like this. He has you on all fours, back arched deeply as he rails you from behind like an animal. His thick, muscular arm is locked around your throat, biceps bulging against your neck while his heavy cock stretches you open with every brutal thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he suddenly pauses just long enough to grab the joint.
He takes a massive, lung-filling hit, then yanks your head back harshly by your hair, forcing your back to arch even more. Without warning, he crashes his mouth against yours in a rough, dominating kiss and blows thick, heavy clouds of smoke straight down your throat. “Take every fucking drop, princess,” he growls deeply against your lips, voice raspy and drenched in lust.
The force of his relentless pounding combined with the sudden rush of smoke makes your head spin instantly. Smoke pours out from the corners of your joined mouths as he kisses you sloppily, his tongue invading and claiming every inch of your mouth while he keeps fucking you mercilessly. His huge body cages you in, muscles flexing and sweat dripping onto your back. He loves feeling the way your pussy flutters and clenches hard around his cock every single time he shotguns you.
HWANG HYUNJIN
Hyunjin turns the shotgun kiss into pure erotic art. The room is dimly lit with only the soft glow of warm lamps and maybe a few candles. You’re straddling him in his bed, sinking down slowly on his cock as his long, messy hair fans out across the pillow like dark silk. His hands caress your thighs and waist with reverent touches before he reaches for the joint with elegant fingers.
He takes a graceful, deep hit, his sharp eyes never leaving yours. Then he cups the back of your neck with one hand and gently but firmly pulls you down into a slow, sensual kiss. As soon as your lips meet, he exhales the smoke languidly into your mouth. Thick, sweet clouds curl between your joined lips while his tongue dances with yours in long, filthy, erotic strokes, teasing, licking, sucking softly on your tongue like he’s savoring every second.
“You look so fucking pretty like this…” he moans breathily into your mouth, voice low and husky, “all hazy, flushed, and full of me.” One hand stays on your hip, guiding you to roll and grind on his cock in deep, sensual circles while he feeds you hit after hit. Each shotgun kiss becomes a performance. He sucks on your tongue, gently bites your lower lip, then dives back in deeper, whispering filthy worde between breaths.
HAN JISUNG
Jisung is eager, messy, and hopelessly addicted the second the high hits him. The moment he takes that first drag, his eyes glaze over with pure lust. Without saying a word, he grabs your hips and yanks you into his lap, pulling you down onto his cock in one impatient motion. He’s already painfully hard and leaking, twitching inside you before you’ve even settled.
“Fuck, I need this,” he mutters breathlessly. He takes another deep hit, then smashes his lips desperately against yours. The kiss is chaotic and sloppy right from the start. He pushes the thick, sweet smoke straight into your mouth while his tongue immediately dives in, tangling wildly with yours. Smoke escapes from the corners of your lips, spilling down your chins as he moans loudly into the kiss, completely unable to control himself.
His hands greedily squeeze and spread your ass, fingers digging into your flesh while he starts thrusting up into you frantically. His hips snap with needy, erratic strokes, chasing pleasure like he’s losing his mind. “You taste so fucking good like this,” he whines pathetically between hits, voice high and shaky. He lets out that adorable breathless giggle right against your mouth before diving back in even hungrier than before, licking and sucking on your tongue like he’s starving.
LEE FELIX
Felix’s deep voice and angelic face make the whole experience lethally intoxicating. He has you sitting in his lap facing him, your thighs straddling his hips as he slowly sinks you down onto his cock until he’s buried to the hilt inside your dripping heat. The room is dimly lit, his freckled cheeks already flushed as he picks up the joint with those long, pretty fingers.
He takes a long, slow hit, his dark eyes locked on yours the entire time. Then he cradles your face gently with both hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks with surprising tenderness before he pulls you in. His full, plush lips seal perfectly over yours as he exhales the sweet, thick smoke straight into your mouth, humming softly in that rich, velvet baritone that vibrates through the kiss. “Breathe me in, love,” he murmurs right against your lips, his tongue sliding in smoothly afterward, tasting like smoke and sin.
The contrast between his angelic visuals, soft blonde hair, sparkling eyes, gentle touch, and the filthy act of him blowing smoke into your lungs while his cock stretches you open makes your stomach flip with arousal. As the high starts hitting you harder, your movements grow faster and needier. Felix’s breathing gets heavier, his deep voice dropping even lower as he groans into your mouth.
KIM SEUNGMIN
Seungmin is teasing and mean in the most addictive way possible. He has you pinned beneath him in missionary, your legs spread wide and pushed back toward your chest so you’re completely open and helpless for him. His cock slides in and out of you with slow, deliberate strokes while he reaches for the joint with a lazy smirk.
After taking a long, deep hit, he looks down at you with that signature smug, condescending smile that makes your stomach twist. He grabs your jaw tightly with one hand, fingers pressing into your cheeks. “Open,” he commands coldly, voice low and firm. You obey instantly. He leans down and spits the thick smoke straight into your mouth in one controlled, arrogant exhale, watching with dark satisfaction as it fills your lungs.
Before you can even exhale, he seals his lips over yours, trapping the smoke inside while slowly rolling his hips, dragging his cock against your sensitive walls. “Can’t even handle my smoke properly? How cute,” he mocks, voice dripping with fake sympathy. He keeps his mouth on yours, only pulling back when your lungs start burning and your eyes water. The moment you gasp for air he chuckles softly, clearly enjoying how desperate you already look.
Seungmin edges you mercilessly with the shotgun kisses. He fucks you nice and slow, bringing you right to the brink with deep, precise thrusts, then takes another hit and forces the smoke into you again, refusing to let you cum. Every time you get close he stops moving completely, just kissing you messily and laughing at your frustrated whimpers. “Pathetic. You’re clenching so hard just from my smoke. Do you need to breathe that badly, baby?”
YANG JEONGIN
Jeongin is surprisingly confident and playful with it, especially once he’s comfortable with you. He’s lying back against the headboard with that signature fox-like smile, cheeks lightly flushed as he watches you sink down onto his cock. His hands grip your waist firmly, guiding you as you start riding him slowly.
He takes a smooth hit from the joint, his sharp eyes darkening with lust. With a mischievous grin, he pulls you down by the neck and blows the warm smoke straight into your mouth, immediately deepening the kiss like he’s been waiting for this all night. Even with his blushing cheeks, there’s no hesitation—he’s eager and a little greedy, chasing your tongue, sucking on your lips, and groaning lowly into your mouth while you grind on him.
“Mmm… feels even better when you’re high on me, noona,” he whispers breathlessly against your lips, voice already getting rougher. He gets bolder with every round. His hand slides up to hold your neck a little tighter, not choking but possessive, as he feeds you hit after hit. Each shotgun kiss becomes deeper and more demanding. He tilts his head, sucking on your tongue, biting your bottom lip, and licking into your mouth like he wants to devour every moan and every bit of smoke you breathe out.
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