Good Boys | One-Shot (Hoshi, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Dino)

Good Boys | One-Shot (Hoshi, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Dino)

Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship, friends-with-benefits; smut 💖, fluff Pairings: Hoshi x Reader(f), Seokmin/DK x Reader(f), Seungcheol x Reader(f), Dino/Chan x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, dom!Reader, sub!Idols, Hoshi really likes to be controlled, Hoshi and Cheol are a tiny bit misbehaved but they try lol, degradation, humiliation, patronization, handjob, blowjob, spit, cuckhold vibes, orgasm control, begging, a lot of teasing, reader’s kind of mean, mention of being used ‘like a toy’, praise, use of gag, everything is consensual!, dacryphilia, cock slapping, cockwarming, ‘good boy’, ‘baby’, ‘my love’, cum swallowing, implied continued aftercare, barely feet stuff (like through clothing), mentions of alcohol but like not even a glass each, mild manhandling (reader giving) Word Count: 6.7k Summary: Your boyfriend, Soonyoung, is slowly opening up to more and more of his friends about his favourite way to enjoy you. And you are more than happy to go along with whatever he wants.

A/N: Orgy number three for BYOO! This fulfills a few requests for a dom reader with combos of these idols, including: two anon requests and a request from the incredibly talented Hon (@ncteez) I hope you enjoy babe! <3 It got a bit long but it was just SO fun toying with them! This dynamic is so new to me so I really hope I did it justice 🙃

“Do you want a drink?”

“Yeah, sure– Oh my god, look at him,” Seokmin muses, immediately beginning to laugh heartily as he heads into the living room. “Got started already, did you?”

Your boyfriend laughs too, along with a little groan of annoyance. “Shut up.”

“So, hyung and Chan are coming too?”

"They should be almost here."

You listen from the kitchen, pouring a couple drinks as they chat, smirking at the image of Soonyoung having to hold a normal conversation, shirtless, with his boner obvious through his sweatpants thanks to some pre-hangout grinding. Not that Seokmin would be thrown off by it at this point.

When there’s a knock on the door, you call out that you’ll get it, leaving the drinks on the coffee table then adjusting yourself slightly before opening the door to find the two other guests of the evening. 

They look nervous, smiling awkward smiles. It’s cute. It’s understandable too. Seokmin was nervous at first. 

“Hey! Come on in,” you say as normally as you can, giving them each a quick side hug as they enter. It’s not a normal night but you want them to feel as comfortable as possible.

“Hey…” Cheol says, looking around intently, while Chan gives you a sweet eager smile, kicking off his shoes. 

“There’s drinks…” you start, trailing back inside and motioning towards the centre of the room as they follow you in, “... snacks too… a half-naked man…” you continue to list, hoping to break any tension by getting a chuckle or two. 

Soonyoung shoots them a smile. "Hey guys."

They both take him in, lounging comfortably on the couch, already turning a little pink. How can he look so adorable knowing you’re about to ruin him? Fuck, you love him so much. 

They’re a little frozen, unsure what to do despite the fact that they’ve been in you and Soonyoung’s apartment countless times, treating it as if it was their own home. 

“Uh–…”

“Come on,” you say with a soft little laugh, walking to Cheol to take his hand and gently guide him over to one of the couches – him and Chan on one, Soongyoung and Seokmin on the other. 

“I don’t…” Cheol starts, seemingly about to break into an awkward chuckle, as he sits, kind of looking away. “This might be too weird for me.”

You look at your boyfriend knowingly. The two of you had talked about tonight in length, specifically about how you were surprised he’d been interested in joining in the first place. Chan? Not so much. 

He just looks back at you, cute round eyes, and pulls his bottom lip into his mouth. It's your show to run. 

“That’s ok,” you reply, moving to sit on the armrest of the couch by your boyfriend, your feet coming onto the cushion beside him, toes tucking under the warmth of his thigh. “You don’t have to stay. But… you can also just hang around and see how you feel. Can leave whenever you want,” you explain breezily. 

Soonyoung had talked to them loosely about how this would go but this was the first time you were addressing it directly with Seungcheol and Chan yourself. It was important that they understood that even if you were going to be in charge, they never had to do anything they didn’t want to do. 

He licks his lips, tilting his head slightly, unsure, processing. He looks good tonight. They all do – even super casually dressed in tees and joggers. You hope he stays. Not just for yourself – yes, for yourself – but also for your boyfriend. You’re pretty sure he’s going to lose his mind with more people involved. 

“How about… I just mess around with Soon a bit for now and you can see how you’re feeling? Ok?” You run a hand through your boyfriend’s hair, mussing it about until you're grabbing a bit more roughly, moving his head around, and he easily lets you. Still, your eyes are on the other three, trying to take in their expressions. 

He doesn’t respond but as soon as Chan leans forward to pick up a drink, Cheol follows, taking a swig and bringing it with him as he sits back into the cushions. Seokmin is already halfway through his own glass, a bright smile on his face as he watches his friend’s head being held at an awkward angle. At this point, that’s nothing for him. 

“How you doing, baby? All good?” you confirm, even though you already know the answer. 

“All good,” he confirms in a soft voice – pretty much the only time Soonyoung ever uses a soft voice. 

You slip one foot into his lap, pressing the ball of it against his hidden cock and he takes in a sharp little breath. He’s not totally hard but definitely enough for the slight pressure to make him gulp a little, looking up at you from the corner of his eye with the way you’re still holding him. You pull his head all the way back instead, exposing his pretty neck, his mouth falling open. 

It’s always so satisfying, how he is putty in your hands. But he’s always especially easy when someone else is watching. You barely have to do anything. Like using a cheat code.

Foot still rubbing over him, you take a moment to look back at the others, finding all of their gazes on what you’re doing. That is until they see you looking and both Cheol and Chan’s eyes flick up to your face. You’re trying not to smile too much but it’s hard not to enjoy watching them experience this for the first time. 

Your boyfriend’s little breaths – enjoyment or frustration – are so pretty, sinking into you, making excitement pool even more. 

“Gonna be good tonight?” you ask.

“Yes, love,” he says right away, obedient.

“Don’t disappoint me.” It’s still soft – he knows how you mean it anyway – even if it sounds harsh. 

He moans a little, eyes closed, before turning it into agreement, head nodding only as much as your grip on his hair will let him. 

You press a little harder with your foot. “You better show them what a good boy you are. I’m sure Cheol and Channie want to see.”

Another attempt at a nod.

“Right?” you add, looking over to them.

Chan’s eyes flick between you and Soonyoung. “... Yes?”

It makes you smirk. “And you?” you ask, looking right at Seokmin who has turned on the couch to face the two of you a bit more.

His eyebrows raise a little at your attention being focused on him then diligently nods. 

“Take off your shirt.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” you say, only a hint of dismay coming through. 

Still, he whips it off right away, settling back in just his pants, bulge visible along with his sculpted chest and arms. 

As his gaze falls on you again, you slip down onto the couch, straddling your boyfriend, feeling the way his cock presses up, tenting his pants, tall and ready for you to rub against. And you do, rolling your hips forward, hands finding his shoulders, appreciating the thickness of them. 

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “Please.”

“Soon, we’ve only just started,” you say, making your disappointment clear. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Shh,” you hush him sharply. 

He lets out a little frustrated sound but it’s not a plea so he’s safe. Though you can’t believe how quickly he’s already losing it. 

Lifting the front of your skirt up a little, you’re able to rub on him with just your panties, enough wetness already seeping through that you wouldn’t be surprised if it became visible on his grey sweats. 

He whines, about to say something again, and since you can already tell, you stop moving entirely, making him grunt and look at you in scrunched up frustration. Like he wants to throw a tantrum. 

Your face grows more serious, completely hiding how adorable you find him like this. He never fucking listens. Is he even trying to be good for you? Deep down, you know he is. But your boyfriend’s dick completely overruns his brain whenever you’re in view in less than a full snowsuit. 

That is kind of what makes it fun. 

“Wanna feel you,” he breathes out another whine, running his hands up your bare thighs, holding tight to your ass as if that ever gets him what he wants. 

“Be quiet,” you say more firmly, forcefully pulling his hands off you and putting them behind his back. “Move them and I’m stopping.”

“No..." It’s practically a sob, his head falling sideways but his hands stay in place, arms even more etched with definition now in their new position. 

You rut your clothed core against his dick, already fully hard, finding that delicious teasing pressure against your clit. “I’ll stop… go sit over there...”

His chest heaves with his heavy breaths, hips wiggling under you because his cock needs more, demands it. 

“... Have a chat with them, while you wait silently, like a good boy. Is that what you want?”

“Nooo,” he fights it, frustrated, head falling forward against you before starting to plant intoxicating kisses on the exposed part of your chest. 

For a moment, you let it happen, loving the feeling of his lips too much, mixed with the consistent stimulation against your core. Then you pull away, shifting back a couple inches onto his thighs, taking away the contact completely.

“Just want to touch you, love,” he says. “Let me touch you in front of them please.”

“No,” you say softly, simply. Because he knows well: it’s expected that he listens. 

“Fuuuck,” he whines. A brat, unable to help himself. 

“Soonie – what did I say?” Your fingers dip under his waistband, tugging the garment down and releasing his length, but your eyes stay on his.

He breathes in deeply, trying so hard to control himself. It comes out shaky but he doesn’t actually make a sound, and for a second, you're proud of him. But as soon as your finger traces lightly along the underside of his cock, he lets out a moan, loud in the quiet room. “Baby–”

“Soon,” you scold firmly, and he sucks in another breath. “You can do better than this, baby. I know you can.”

“I can’t, I–... I don’t know, baby, I really don’t…” he trails off, devolving into a whimper once more at the feel of your fingers ghosting over him teasingly. 

God, it’s fun. You almost want to laugh. But also, watching the struggle on his face, seeing how rock hard he is under you when you’re giving him practically nothing – it gets you so fucking wet. 

You grip around him loosely, slipping your hand up and off his cock before doing it again, watching as he shudders, hearing his trembling moans. “I’m barely touching you, baby,” you taunt quietly, sure the others can still hear you.

But Soonyoung is whining again, a louder groan coming out when you tighten your hand a little for a pass, his arms jerking out of place to be able to grip your thighs reflexively. 

Your hand freezes in mid-air. His cock is jerking up on its own against his toned stomach as the sensation washes over him. Slowly, you bring your hand to your lap, gazing at him disapprovingly.

His eyes meet yours, getting a little glassy, and he whimpers for real. His mouth opens as if he’s about to say something but all that comes out is a sad gasp. “Baby…” he begs, his dick twitching again as he slowly replaces his hands where he knows they’re supposed to be. 

You sigh, a little more dramatically than is necessary – mostly because you know it works on him – and reach over to the side table, picking up a length of fabric that you had brought out, able to predict with almost 100% certainty that you would be needing it. “Hands or mouth?”

“No, no, no, no…” he whines as you sit back up, straightening it out to get it ready. 

“You’re not really giving me much of a choice, my love,” you tell him, making the decision yourself and securing it between his teeth firmly so he’s stuck unable to communicate anything intelligible. “If you’re good, I’ll take it off.”

He hums with a nod, shiny round eyes trying to tell you, trying to promise you. They squeeze shut tight when your hand returns to his cock, running over him with your palm. 

“Such a pretty cock. It’s gonna feel so good when you get to come, huh?”

Another nod, this one less enthusiastic as his face scrunches up in a wince. His gorgeous chest rises and falls, his breaths louder now as they force their way in and out around the gag. 

You tighten your hand, finally giving him a few real pumps and, to no one’s surprise, he cries out, all stifled and pathetic, music to your ears. 

For the first time in a few minutes, you look over at the other couch, your newest guests now sat more comfortably though they both look like they’ve been caught when they register your gaze. “This isn’t a very good angle for you guys, is it?” you muse, shuffling back and off the couch until you’re knelt between his legs instead, then moving your hand back to ghost over his length. “Better?”

Chan looks a little lost, his gaze jumping from your hand to your face when you look right at him. But you can see the excitement thrumming inside him – because it’s the same excitement thrumming inside of you. He registers the question after a moment before letting out an only slightly bashful: “Yeah.”

It’s right when you meet eyes with Seungcheol that you let your hand wrap back around Soonyoung again fully, making him cry out. It’s so hard under your touch, hot and thick. It makes you crave a certain fullness. But this is so much more fun. 

Seungcheol tries to remain unphased but his lips part a little at the sound his friend makes, a pathetic moan through the confines pressing against his tongue. He sounds so good like this, you can practically get off to his wanton moans alone. 

“Have to be careful,” you say, as if explaining to Cheol how to do it. “Don’t want him to come right away.” 

Soonyoung sneers at ‘right away’, a sound you're familiar with because it comes out of him often when he’s getting fed up with you, the throbbing in his groin taking over his sense, making him an unwitting brat.

Normally, you would stop, remove your hand. But you don’t. You keep stroking him slowly, too slowly, until he’s back to whimpering, moans of what must be your name falling from his lips. 

“It’s embarrassing that Chan is being a better boy than you right now,” you note, letting your eyes ghost over the younger’s clothed erection that is now visible but remaining untouched. 

Soonyoung frowns, nose scrunching up – because he loves to hear it but he also hates to hear it. He is your good boy.  

Your eyes flick back to Chan who’s biting his lip, hands pressed cutely to the tops of his thighs. “Move your shirt out of the way.”

He does so with no resistance, leaning back in his seat, making it obvious to all of you just how turned on he is, and making you bite your own lip at the suggestion of his size underneath the layer of clothing. 

“Such a good boy,” you praise, letting your surprise and approval come through. You switch back to your boyfriend, slowing your movements even more and watching closely as tears prick at his eyes once more, his jaw lifting. “Do I really need to have him show you how to behave? Even after all this time?” 

He shakes his head back and forth at the insulting suggestion before frantically mumbling something unintelligible. 

“Hmm?” you hum, keeping your eyes on his leaking tip as it disappears into your fist. How frustrated can you get him? 

He tries again, muffled voice a little louder, more attitude laced into his tone. But he doesn’t move, hands still tucked behind him once more. It makes you a little proud so you reach up, pulling the gag from his mouth with your free hand until it’s hanging loose around his neck.

“You can’t be serious,” he pouts, the attitude suddenly gone now that his mouth is free, then another moan comes out of him, head tilting back. 

You smirk, swirling your tongue around in your mouth until you’ve gathered some spit, then you lean forward, letting the wad drop right on his dick. Your palm runs over it, rubbing the spit around the head. 

“Ahhh, fuck,” he gasps, eyes falling shut. 

“I think he’d be so good. So quiet if I told him to be,” you tease, trying to rile him up further. “Maybe even Cheol will listen to me better than you do. Do you think?” You glance over, seeing that he too is sporting a tent in his pants but his face is still kind of guarded, even as he openly watches you pleasuring his close friend. 

Your boyfriend shakes his head, letting out a little shaky sigh. “There’s no way.”

“No?” You regard the oldest again, his eyebrows pushing up a little at your attention. “I guess we’ll see.”

When you pull back from him completely, Soonyoung whimpers again, watching with the saddest eyes as you get up and take a few steps.

“You know who’s always good for me?”

Seokmin receives you easily, calm but attentive as he welcomes you beside him, one leg dangling over his so you’re nice and close. 

You pull back his waistband, watching contentedly as he takes out his cock then leaves it there, long and hard, resting against his abdomen.

“How– how many times have you guys…?” Chan asks just as you wrap your hand around Seokmin, and he takes in a little breath at the feeling. 

“Mmm,” you hum as you look at your adopted sub, trying to count it up quickly in your head. But the way he’s blinking at you, his parted lips a little wet, is distracting. “It’s been – what? Five times?”

He nods but it’s blank – he doesn’t care about the answer anyways. You’re sure he couldn’t fact check it for you when he’s already so consumed by your touch.

“You gonna show them how this works?”

“Yes.”

“When do you get to talk?”

“When you speak to us.”

“And when do you get to touch me?”

“Only when you say we can.”

“Mhm,” you acknowledge as you lean in, wet lips to his collarbone. You move your hand a little, spreading his pre-cum delicately over his tip as you harshly suck his tan skin to the point of dark redness. “You’re so hard already, Seokmin-ah. You like an audience too, huh?” you say softly, eyes training on the darkened tip of his shiny cock. 

He breaks into a smile, shyly looking off, before saying: “I guess so.”

“What’s another rule, baby?” You turn slightly to see Soonyoung; he’s unmoved, watching closely.

“Uhh… can’t touch ourselves. Unless you say.”

“Right,” you say with a slow nod. “But what’s the most important rule?” you stare intently at him, ignoring the way Seokmin is groaning at your teasing, hands fisting though he keeps them off of you. 

“The most important rule?” His eyebrows knit together. You know that he knows it. It’s not a trick question. But your adorable boyfriend is just so easily distracted, his mind so easily clouded.

“Can’t come until you say?” Chan speaks up. It surprises you. Not only because he’s bold but because he’s correct. 

In half a moment, you’re collected again, letting go of your hold on Seokmin's cock so that it slaps back against his stomach, and you stand to face Chan. You click your teeth, sinking onto your knees in front of him and reaching for his waistband, yanking down his bottoms with a bit of force – only after analyzing him to make sure that he has no desire to stop you. “Who did I ask?”

“Oh, ah– I–”

You shove them down over his knees. “Who did I ask, Chan?”

“Soonie-hyung.”

He’s completely hard as well, proportionately big dick springing out once nothing’s in the way. Immediately, you take hold of it. Then, with your other hand, you press a fingertip to his slit, tapping the bead of pre-cum, jolting him at the contact. “So, why are you answering?”

“I just thought– sorry, I…” he starts to ramble, adorably flustered as his hands attempt to grip onto the couch cushion under him. “Ahhh, fuck.”

“I knew you’d have a pretty cock,” you say dreamily, watching your ministrations. “Didn’t I say that?”

Soonyoung sighs, almost believably annoyed if you didn’t know him better. “Yes, love.”

Your fingertip circles his head lightly, playing with it. Like a toy. “I should line you all up and compare.” You feel like the devil but you glance up with a smirk, watching Chan’s eyes widen at the same time that you hear your boyfriend breathe out – something between a groan and a whimper. 

Chan lets out a quiet shaky breath, as if he’d been holding it previously. But he doesn’t say anything. Not a single plea despite your torturous touches. So good for you already. 

You turn your head to look up at Cheol, totally still, totally quiet, practically unnoticeable despite him only being a foot away. 

He’s harder to read than the other ones but his expression is softer now, more open to what’s happening, even as he tries to give you nothing. 

So, you smile at him a little. “Wanna show me yours too?” you say, teasingly, tantalizingly, eyes on his as you dip your head down to lick at Chan’s tip; the youngest jerks a little in your grip but stays otherwise still, letting out another shaky breath when you do it again. 

Cheol looks a little speechless, jaw clenching as if he’s annoyed – but you would bet it’s more annoyance at himself, for enjoying it more than he thinks he should. You know what you’ll find under his boxers. 

“Come on, Cheol,” you say, the slightest bit of warning in your tone. 

He glances at Soonyoung before begrudgingly reaching for the drawstring then shifting his pants down over his hips. 

In the meantime, you collect saliva in your mouth to be able to dribble it over Chan. “You’re being so good, baby,” you tell him quietly, finally starting to glide your fist over him so slowly. 

His head tilts back, a little relieved smile curling up as he lets out a raspy ‘thank you’.

Cheol is watching you closely once again, his hand wrapped around his thick cock which he removes when you send him a challenging look. Right away, you’re smirking and it has him clenching his jaw again. 

“If you’re good to me…” you explain casually, shuffling sideways a bit to be more between them so your free hand can glide up his thigh. “I’ll be good to you.”

“I don’t get a compliment?” he says brusquely.

“Aww,” you coo right away, far too amused at the trap he’s walked into, letting your tone drip with patronization. “You want a compliment? Poor baby just wants to know if his cock is nice?” Your fingers trace up over his balls, his shaft, so lightly, and you’re as satisfied by the way he twitches as you are by the roll of his eyes.

He takes a few breaths, eyes falling closed, lips pressing together as if he’s trying to collect himself. 

“This is me talking to you. This is when you’re supposed to talk, Cheol,” you assert, repeating the action. 

“You’re just going to torture us, is that it?” he asks stubbornly, meeting your eyes once again. 

“Maybe,” you taunt. Then you smirk as you let go of Chan and shuffle over some more to be right in front of the difficult one. “Or maybe I’ll let you put your cute cock in me while Soonie watches.” With that, you let your fist close over him and give him a few slow pumps, listening as your boyfriend whines for attention in the background.

Cheol jerks and grunts, mouth still closed tightly so the aggravated force of his exhale through his nose is loud enough to be clearly heard. “Cute?” he spits out after another moment.

“Mhm,” you hum sweetly, as if you couldn’t possibly have said anything wrong. “Now shut up or I will just torture you and leave it at that.”

Not totally true – they are going to come no matter what – but still, you would achieve obedience through whatever means necessary, including mild threats. 

He grumbles low in his throat then takes in a tight breath.

“It’s ok,” you say, taunting in your softness now as you rub your thumb along his shaft and watch it react. “You’re allowed to enjoy it.” You lean down and follow your touch with a string of wet open-mouthed kisses, relishing the pretty sounds that he finally lets fall from his lips. 

His hands immediately spring to your head, gentle enough but…

“Cheol,” you say, firm, pulling up and pinning his arms to the sides of his spread thighs. Pressing them hard, a message, you lift onto your knees to lean towards his face, slightly higher than him to remain superior. “Can you really not follow such simple rules?”

The other guys aren’t even there as he stares at you, lips relaxed into a little pout. 

“Answer me.”

He gulps then replies with a breathy: “I can.”

It makes you smile. “You can,” you echo reassuringly, letting your hands slide back to his thighs. Testing him, you drop down again, parting your lips over the tip of his cock and swirling your tongue slowly over it, drool dripping down the length.

He doesn’t move, laboured breaths the only thing you can hear in the room.

“Good boy,” you praise, lips rubbing against him, before taking him in a bit more, sucking him into your mouth. 

“Fu–...” he starts to say before turning it into a breathy sigh, and it’s good enough that you let it slide, caressing your tongue over him inside your mouth a few more drawn out seconds before you pull off with a pop.

“Baby,” you say, using his knees to balance as you stand.

“Mm?” Soonyoung sounds, eager eyes on you already when you turn. 

“I’m gonna let you choose.” Right in front of him, you pull your dress over your head and let it fall to the floor.  

“What?” he says, peering up at you, so lost, and it’s so cute, you want to squeeze him. 

“What do you want?”

He stares at you, and you see the moment that he realizes it’s a trap, his brows furrowing as he blinks rapidly a few times. 

You brush your hand over his dick carelessly, making it bob up and down a little. 

“I– I don’t know.” He’s understandably put off; you never have him choose. 

You repeat the action, hitting it a few more times, too lightly for it to actually sting, but he still responds, muscles jerking tense each time. “You need to decide, my love.”

Despite everything, he reacts warmly to the pet name, eyes falling closed for a moment. “What am I choosing?”

“What you want to see.”

He groans, you smack his cock a bit harder, and he groans again, more distraught, head falling back as he struggles to take in a breath. “You’re going to make me say it?”

“Of course.”

Finally, he’s whimpering once more, face crumpling up. Is he going to tear up again?

You squeeze him, sliding your grip down fully once before slapping it again and watching it jerk in response. “Come on, baby boy. You can do it. Use that pretty little head of yours.”

“Want–” he tries, the words catching in his throat. “Want you to ride one of them.”

Your palm rubs over him soothingly, then switches to steady pumps. “Who?” 

He already knows the caveat: not him. “Cheol-hyung,” he mutters as he squeezes his eyes tight. 

“Interesting,” you say, and it is. Immediately, your mind is whirring from the information. “Wanna watch your hyung get fucked? Someone bigger than you? Stronger?”

He nods fervently, letting out a needy moan when you grip him harder, focusing the stimulation on the mid-shaft to head. “Baby–”. The way his body is tensing up tips you off so easily.

“Are you going to come?” you ask sweetly, not stopping your hand. “Just from thinking about Cheol’s big cock in me?” Your tone is terribly amused. “You wanna watch him stretch my pussy?”

His breaths are quickening, the little gasps and groans getting more panicked. “You have to stop,” he chokes out.

You know what he means: you have to stop or else he’s going to come. You have to stop so that he doesn’t disobey you. 

“I have to?” you goad. As usual, your focus on his pleasure has been distracting you from your own but when you shift your legs slightly, you can feel how slippery the junctions of your thighs are. 

“Please stop,” he corrects before devolving into mumbles, “please, please, please…”

“Good boy,” you say flatly, pulling your slick hand away. 

He takes in a deep breath, orgasm ebbing away, and you watch his stomach tighten as he lets the air out shakily, perfect little squares of abs becoming clearly defined with each contraction. 

You kiss him lovingly, noticing only as you pull away that there’s two little trails of wetness down his cheeks. He’s so gorgeous – all teary and panting. Whenever he begs, your core can’t help but clench. In a way, he has you just as whipped for him as he is for you. 

“So pretty, baby,” you whisper to him, wiping away the tears with a gentle brush of your clean hand. “There’s condoms on the side table,” you say, but when you don’t hear any movement, you turn to stare right at Cheol. 

“He… he actually wants that?”

You breathe out your amusement as you stand and walk over, ripping off a condom yourself. “Do you think he would lie to me? That’s a bit insulting, Cheol.”

“No, I...” he pauses when he peers up at you, watching the way you tear the condom open then look at him with a questioning glance. Your message is clear enough that he simply nods, shifting down an inch on the couch, legs spreading a bit farther apart, for you to continue.

Once your panties are discarded, you get on top facing away, settling your knees on either side of him, then pause. “You too. Come here,” you say with a point at Chan. “I need something to hold on to.”

He follows the direction quickly, kicking his pants off before ending up in front of you. Right away, he draws his hands behind himself, clearly being sure not to touch you. 

You brace one hand on his thick thigh while the other finds Cheol’s cock, and just as you start to sink down, the first little bit of your own pleasure washing over you, you look to the other couch, making sure they're both watching closely, hands at their sides, as you let out your first quiet moan. 

The man under you grunts, stifles a groan, as you take more of him in. “Fuck, fuck–” comes out under his breath and you clench around him at the sound despite yourself. 

Eyes falling closed, you let yourself feel everything, from the stretch inside of you to the warm muscles under your hands as you hold onto Chan in front of you. “Mmm, feels so good,” you sigh, swirling your hips a little to get him as deep as possible. “Soon, your friends feel so good.”

He’s letting out more frustrated breaths and whines but you don’t spare him a look, instead leaning to Chan’s cock and letting it slip a few inches into the wet heat of your mouth.

“Gah– ah–” he groans, legs trembling a little before he recovers, resorting to long shaky breaths as he attempts to stay still.

For a full minute, you simply cockwarm Cheol, getting more wet and more enthused each time he whines and tries to shift under you, tries to hold himself back from grabbing your hips or fucking up. 

The blowjob you give Chan is even wetter, taking him as deep as you can and not caring to hold back like you were earlier. When you pop off to evaluate the room, your hand slides easily over him, twisting with each jerk, his moans unrelenting. 

The others look so on edge – you suppose it’s time.

“Do you wish it was you? … Hm? You two are being so neglected tonight in favour of our new guests,” you muse. “How about this? I’ll let you touch yourselves… but you have to wait for all three of us before you get to come.”

Right away, they're each wrapping a hand around their dicks, starting a slow stroke, complete with hisses and groans at finally receiving some stimulation. 

“Did you hear me?” you ask before swiping playfully at Chan’s head with your tongue. You can feel the way Cheol is pulsing inside of you, hear the way he grumbles. But he doesn’t have to suffer for much longer. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, baby.”

“Good,” you say before finally lifting your hips a few inches and sliding back down, pulling a gasped moan from behind you. Your lips are back on Chan, focusing on the tip while your hand continues to work his shaft, keeping in time with the way you’re grinding onto Cheol’s length, waving your hips forward and back to give him – and you – a little something more, teasing even yourself with the drag of him against your walls. 

They’ve both pretty much lost all sense of caring to be quiet, especially Chan who can’t help but buck his hips forward slightly, his heavy breathing and cute little groans getting more frequent and desperate. 

“I– fuck, can I–? I’m sorry to talk but–”

If you didn’t have him lodged in your mouth, you would smile. Instead you wait a few more seconds, pumping him faster and moaning around his cock then pulling off to focus just on your hand’s movements. “You can come,” you say softly before opening up, laying your tongue flat under the head while you peer up at him.

It’s barely ten seconds before spurts of salty goodness are landing in your mouth, each one paired with the sweetest throaty groans as you watch his chin tilt up. On instinct, he grabs your head, one on either side. It doesn’t matter now, he’s coming so beautifully for you and that’s literally all you can care about. 

You close your mouth around him, sucking a little until he’s whimpering and pulling his hips back, escaping from the overstimulation. “Come here,” you say after you swallow, guiding him onto his knees so you can hold his shoulders as you start to ride Seungcheol properly. 

“Ah, god,” Cheol chokes out, only a few seconds passing before his hands fly to grip your hips.

You shove them off immediately. “Nuh-uh, just take it,” you say as you wave your hips at your own pace, hearing the slide of his cock in and out of your wetness almost as much as you can feel it. “Be good.”

“I’m being good,” he says, strained, and you can practically hear him frown. 

“You sure?” You speed up, tightening around his thickness and gripping tighter to Chan for stability. “Gonna ask for permission?”

He hisses, hips jerking under you. 

“Gonna beg me?”

“Yes,” he breathes.

So ready for it yourself, you fuck down on him harder, letting a low moan out as he hits a good spot over and over. “Why do all your friends have such nice cocks, baby?” you ask as your eyes meet Soonyoung’s, voice wobbling more each time your ass smacks against his thighs. “So hard to pick a favourite.”

“Fuck, you look so pretty, baby,” he whimpers, his hand slowing until he’s just gripping his frustrated cock. 

“He feels so good, Soon. He’s gonna make me come.”

“Wanna see you come,” he whispers back, watching so closely as you start to shake a little, legs getting tired, feeling yourself nearing the edge. 

“Y/N,” Cheol grunts.

“Mhm?” you hum.

“I… I need to… fuck–”

“You need to what?”

“Need to come.” He takes a few more laboured breaths before adding a whiny: “Please.”

Good boy. You lift one hand off Chan to find Cheol’s, placing it on your hip. “Fuck me. Make yourself come,” you demand, barely getting it out.

But he hears you. Right away, he’s gripping hard with both hands, holding you in place as his hips slam up, hitting deep and hard. 

“Oh, fuck!" you cry out, using Chan even more for support as you wrap your arms around his neck, his lips warm against your shoulder.  

Body tensing, feet digging into the floor, Cheol fucks you hard and fast, frustration unleashed, using you to chase his high. But it’s working for you too, running you closer and closer until you’re gasping and shuddering at the feeling of blinding euphoria shooting through your body out from your core.

Revelling in it, you cling to Chan through the rest of Cheol's thrusts, listening to the breaths that turn into groans as he releases, curses falling from his lips each time your pussy tightens in the waves of your comedown. 

Once your heartbeat is no longer drowning out the rest of the room, you can hear them, looking up just in time to watch as Soonyoung and Seokmin both spill onto their toned stomachs one after the other, painting their flushed and dewy skin with drops of white, chests rising and falling from the force of their orgasms. 

“Agh, fuuuck,” Seokmin moans, still milking himself as he finds your eyes and blinks at you, mouth hanging open. 

You can’t help but smile tiredly at him, seeing him just as satisfied and dishevelled as every time he's come over for such activities. Your gaze flicks over to your boyfriend – who looks majorly fucked out, completely limp against the couch, spent cock abandoned, as he watches you slowly sit up, extricating yourself from the position to collapse on the couch right beside Cheol. 

You don’t stay there for long though, compelled back to your boyfriend after only another minute when you feel like you can get your legs to work properly. You drop your body once more, this time between the two on the other couch and immediately nuzzle into Soonyoung’s side, peppering his shoulder with kisses. “You ok, love?”

He nods happily, tilting his head to blink down at you. 

“How about you guys?” you ask, watching Chan return to the couch with his boxers replaced, and Cheol as he manages to get up and take care of the used condom. 

The youngest is smiling, clearly the most present out of the group of you as he switches his gaze from Seungcheol to the three of you. “I’m good,” he says. “That was… fun.”

It’s earnest and you appreciate how easy it is to read him as he looks at you, energized. “It wasn’t too much?” you ask, not nervous in the slightest but still wanting to check. 

“Nah– not for me. Hyung?”

Cheol is back on the couch now too, his boxers and pants pulled back up, but he doesn’t make any further move to dress or leave, looking genuinely relaxed for the first time since arriving. He nods slowly, pursing his lips before admitting with a little smile: “It was good.”

Your smirk too, hugging tighter to Soonyoung, knowing how much he likes the affection afterwards. 

He nuzzles into you too, hand lifting to caress up your neck to your jaw. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“Thank you,” you say back, pressing another kiss wherever you can reach, then another to his palm. “You did so good, my love. You’re the best baby, you know that?” The two of you are cheesy in front of all his friends pretty much 24/7 so you're confident they will be un-phased by this.

He smiles widely and you can hear it before you see it, him lifting his head to look at you then catch your lips in a kiss. 

“So proud of you,” you mutter against his lips as you pull back. “Proud of all of you,” you add louder, letting a bit of playfulness come through. You nudge Seokmin with your knee, chuckling as you say: “My good boys.”

“Aww, shucks,” Seokmin says, feigning shyness as he swats at your thigh. 

Soonyoung nudges you with his nose. “I’m glad you had fun, baby. You’re so good to me.”

“Anytime, cutie pie.”

A/N: i love this couple lol. i feel kind of bad that i didn't include DK as much haha but also there was just so much going on and like... this was so hard to write in terms of flow!! i hope you still liked it and really would LOVE to hear any thoughts that you have :D

Tag List: @theharrowing @here4btsfics @adaamazing @the-boy-meets-evil

-

Please reblog my work if you enjoyed it ❤️ Thank you!

Masterlist

A LESSER MAN. — choi san.

pairing. fighter!san x fembodied!reader

synopsis. there's only so many ways of calming san down, especially when it involves him losing a fight.

genre/warnings. angst, san is pissed and gets borderline violent with woo, injuries, swearing, implied mxm towards the end, smut ! mdni .

word count. 4.3k

HE LOST.

It’s always a bittersweet feeling, to receive the text from Wooyoung. It doesn’t happen often, but on the rare occasion that it does happen— oh, is it bittersweet.

The makeshift bed in the back of the van is far from comfortable, you think. It’s not comfortable at all, you realize with a sigh escaping from your lips. Nothing about the current situation is comfortable, really. 

It’s about to get a whole lot more uncomfortable, though, you bitterly realize.

Because yes, the makeshift bed and the humid air is uncomfortable — it’s horrible, even — it’s still about to get worse. 

Something Wooyoung confirms when his thumb comes down to press send before shoving his cracked phone down the front pocket of his pants. Something Wooyoung confirms when the text comes through on your phone, when Wooyoung confirms what you fear every time San steps foot into the ring.

He lost.

It’s not necessarily the losing. It’s not the fact that he lost that’s the problem, nor is it the loss of money. You don’t care, and while Wooyoung might make it seem like it’s the only thing he’s in for — the money that San brings in every time he wins yet another fight — you know he doesn’t care either.

San, however, does.

Something he makes very clear every time he does, in fact, lose.

Today isn’t going to be any different, you suppose.

‘’You’ll win tomorrow,’’ The back door leading into the building slams open, followed by Wooyoung’s muffled voice. He’s annoyed, you realize. Not that you expected any less.

‘’Fuck off,’’ The voice that follows causes you to squeeze your eyes shut. If Wooyoung is annoyed — you’re not sure just what San is.

Judging by the way he raises his voice and the sound of what you can only make out as a fist colliding with the side of the van, you figure he’s beyond annoyed. He’s enraged, perhaps infuriated, even.

But just like you excepted for Wooyoung to be annoyed — you already knew that this was coming.

Fury. Rage, even.

You don’t have to look at the two men to know just how the current situation is playing out. You already know Wooyoung is running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down, in order to calm the other male down. 

It never works, you know that. Wooyoung, too, knows that.

‘’Don’t fucking touch the van,’’ Wooyoung’s voice comes out muffled thanks to the walls of the van shielding you, but the annoyance lingering behind his words doesn’t go unnoticed. ‘’Not the fucking van, take your anger out however you please but not the van, you hear me?’’’

It’s the silence that follows that causes you to reach for the door handle. The cold night air happily greets you as the door slides open, and while you’d like to embrace it for just a while longer — the mixture of anxiety and worry that runs through your body prevents you from doing so.

It’s not until your feet hit the concrete ground and you take a step forward to look around the corner of the van that you realize just how bad it is.

And how bad it’s about to get, too.

You can’t see his face from where you’re standing, not that you need to. His disheveled black hair and ultimately ruined white tank top tells you enough. The dried blood that’s forced its way into the once white fabric, though, tell you that it’s worse than you thought.

And if it wasn’t because of the dried blood, it’s the way his fist grab onto the shorter males shirt that tells you just how bad it actually is.

‘’Who paid for that fucking van, huh?’’ San spits as he presses his forehead against his friends. Wooyoung doesn’t respond, instead, he just stares at the man standing a mere inch away from him.

He’s used to it, you think. While it’s horrible, it’s also good, you realize. It’s good that he doesn’t respond, because neither of you knows just what might happen if he would’ve. None of you wish to find out, either. ‘’That’s right,’’ San hisses at the lack of response, ‘’Fucking I did. My fucking blood and sweat paid for that van, so don’t think you have any right to tell me what the fuck to do.’’

Only then do you realize just how bad it truly is.

‘’San.’’

You’re not sure if you managed to conceal the shakiness lingering behind your voice, you hope you did. You truly hope you did. Wooyoung’s eyes flicker over to you, and even though not a single word leaves his lips — you know what he’s trying to convey.

Thank you, and get him off of me before I make it worse.

The silence that follows is almost deafening. You just watch as your boyfriend's back heave up and down, a result of the fight that had just taken place and the adrenaline still running through his body. You’re about to part your lips and call out to him again, until his previously clenched fist relaxes.

You watch as Wooyoung stumbles backward, a result of San using his palm to push him away. A low wince leaves his lips as his back collides with the building, and for a split moment you wonder if you should check up on him.

You don’t. You want to, but the way he looks over at you through hooded eyes tells you not to. It’ll make things worse.

Standing up straight, Wooyoung runs his fingers through his hair before a low hiss leaves his lips. ‘’Get your shit together,’’ He hisses as his eyes land on the man standing in front of him. ‘’Do whatever the fuck you have to do, just get your fucking shit together and then we’ll talk.’’

The air feels heavy as he slips back into the building, sending one last stare your way before slamming the door shut behind him. 

Please sort this out.

Suffocating, almost. It feels suffocating, standing in the quietness of the night. Not a single noise besides the sound of people yelling further down the street and San’s heavy breathing, and it feels suffocating. 

Fuck.

While you already knew what was coming the second the ping of your phone informed you that he had lost, there is only so much you can do. There’s only so many ways of preparing yourself, because frankly, you have no idea how it’ll play out.

It’s different every time, how it plays out. It’s always the same — the anger, the raised voices — it’s always the same. But beyond that, you have no idea just how it’ll play out.

And while violence isn’t uncommon, it always takes you by surprise. And the lingering fear never changes, either. Not that you expected it to. Nor do San, you think. He knows, and he hates it just as much as you do.

Perhaps even more.

You watch as his gaze meets the ground, and you don’t need to see him to know that he has his eyes closed. The way he clenches his fists tells you that he’s trying to calm himself down. You know it’s not going to work. So does San.

‘’San,’’ 

It’s not as stern as your first attempt. It’s softer, still stern, but far from angry. You want him to look at you, to let you see him. He doesn’t allow you to.

His gaze remains on the ground underneath him as a small sigh leaves your lips. His gaze remains on the ground even when he hears you walking towards him — even when he feels your hand graze his back — he refuses to turn around to look at you.

Your fingers trail over the spots of dried blood, taking in the small cuts left on his exposed shoulders. You go to touch them, only to earn a low whine from the male and his body jerking in response.

It’s not until your hands gently grab onto his shoulders and slowly turn him around that he allows you to look at him.

And as soon as your eyes land on his face, you understand his anger. And as the realization of what had actually gone down slowly begins to settle in, you realize just why he refuses to look at you.

Dried blood decorates the corner of his lips, accompanied by a fresh cut to his cheekbone. He looks horrible, you realize. 

It’s more than just losing a fight to him, it’s about his dignity, as well. His feeling of feeling worthy. Of feeling needed, of feeling wanted. Something winning gives to him. Something losing rips away from him.

‘’Oh, San,’’ You breathe as your hand comes up to cup his jaw, tilting his head to the side to get a proper look at his face. His gaze remains on the ground, refusing to meet your own. ‘’What did they do to you?’’

Your thumb comes up to gently graze his cheekbone, feeling him clench his jaw under your touch. ‘’It’s nothing,’’ He mumbles, so low that you almost don’t hear him. ‘’I’ll win tomorrow.’’

His words cause an ache to spread across your chest. You don’t care if he wins. You couldn’t care less whether or not he walks out of that building with thousands and yet another victory, you care about him.

And this — his eyes low and his voice hoarse — causes your heart to break.

Your thumb runs down the side of his face before pressing it against his chin. ‘’Look at me.’’ You command, tilting his face upwards. You just stare at him as you wait for his eyes to meet yours, and when they eventually do, you feel your heart crumble even further.

Sad, sorry eyes meet your own and you think you might start crying right there and then.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for not winning, I’m sorry for lashing out.

You don’t care. You don’t care about any of it.

‘’Come here.’’ 

It’s all you have to say. It’s all you have to say for his arms to come up and wrap themselves around your figure, pulling you closer to him. You let your arms fall down onto his shoulders, your fingers quick to slip into his hair. 

He dives into the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he does. You can feel his heavy breath fanning across your skin as you gently massage his scalp, his chest expanding into your own with every shaky breath.

There’s nothing you could ever do to stop your boyfriend from fighting. He treasures it, he loves it — he thrives off of it. There’s nothing you could possibly do or say that would ever stop him from doing what he loves, it comes in a package, he once claimed. Him and fighting, you sign up for both when you get him.

You don’t want to, either. You don’t wish for him to stop. Despite how scary and messy it gets, you don’t wish to stop him.

So when it does get messy, the least you can do is comfort him. Make it less scary, even if it’s just for a moment.

‘’It’s okay,’’ Your words come out mumbled, but comforting, nonetheless. ‘’You’re okay.’’

San just breathes against your skin in response. You’re not saying it for him to respond. You’re saying it to comfort him. To soothe the anger still lingering.

‘’I was so close,’’ You barely hear the words as they slip past his lips. They’re mumbled, and you’re not sure if he’s saying it for you to hear or if he’s saying it for himself to hear. To make a point. A statement even. ‘’I was so, so close.’’

You just hum in response. You’re not sure if he wishes for you to respond, yet you do. You hum as your fingers gently thread through his hair, pressing a chaste kiss onto the side of his face. Chaste, but comforting. ‘’I know you were.’’ 

You don’t know. You don’t know just how close he was to actually winning, but you tell him you do. That you do know. Because despite not being there to witness it, you still know. His anger proves to you just how close he actually was.

And how much he despises himself for not winning.

The feeling of his lips leaving a wet kiss onto your skin takes you by surprise. Your fingers massaging his scalp come to an abrupt stop as he does, his warm lips pressing against your cold skin sending shivers down your spine. 

‘’I’m sorry,’’ He mumbles as he presses another kiss onto your skin. ‘’I’m sorry for scaring you,’’ Another one, ‘’I’m sorry for not winning,’’ Another one, this time his hands placed on the small of your back pushing you firm against his body, ‘’I’m sorry for being such an ass,’’

The feeling of his teeth slightly sinking into your skin causes a gasp to leave your lips. Your hands slip out of his hair, your fingers grabbing onto his shoulders in an attempt to stabilize yourself. It doesn’t work, at least not when you feel his tongue running over the spot where he had just sunk his teeth into.

You already know where this is heading.

‘’San,’’ You breathe. His name trailing off your lips causes him to look up at you — only after leaving one last kiss on the skin of your neck — allowing your gaze to meet his.

One of his hands comes up your side, gently squeezing it before grabbing onto the side of your neck. He tilts his head, eyes low as he looks down at you. ‘’Let me show you how sorry I am?’’

You’ll always be there to comfort him. Each and every time, you’ll be there — waiting to console him.

So you nod. And as soon as you do, his lips crash against your own — hungrily, urgently, even. Like he might crumble if he doesn’t get to kiss you right now, right here. You feel the same way as his hand comes up from its previous position at the side of your neck, cupping your jaw as his rough fingers slip into your hair in an attempt to pull you even closer to him.

It’s rough, the way his tongue slips into your mouth and muffles the moan that almost leaves the back of your throat. The taste of the dried blood in the corner of his lips coats your tongue, a taste so disgusting yet so pleasing.

It’s not about how sorry he is. You know it isn’t. The urgency behind his movements and the slight metallic taste lingering on his tongue tells that it’s not about how sorry he is, not at all, really.

It’s about him, him and his disappointment in himself. It’s about him needing a distraction. Solace, even. Something that’ll allow him to escape the burning in his chest — and you — you might be the best distraction of them all.

You’ll always be there to comfort him. And with one of his hands running down your back, nails digging through the fabric of your shirt — you realize that this time is no different.

Rough hands grab onto your waist as they force you back down, and you realize the makeshift bed is just as uncomfortable as it always is.

The flooring is rough on your knees, despite the blanket you had previously laid out to prevent it from being too rough. The thin fabric doesn’t do much, though. You didn’t expect it to, either.

And while the flooring might be bruising your knees with every bounce, it’s far from being as rough as he is, you think.

‘’San,’’ His name barely slips past your lips, your voice giving out halfway through as he snaps his hips forward. His hands force you back down onto his length, meeting his thrust halfway. The harsh snap of his hips makes it hard to speak — and you think he might want it that way.

The leather of his pants sticks to the back of your thighs with every bounce, leaving such a foul and filthy sound to echo through the closed space. The sound of leather sticking to sweaty skin, leather pants pulled down his thighs just enough to allow his member to spring free.

Rough, raw and filthy.

One of his hands comes up to grab the back of your neck, fingernails threatening to dig into the skin of your neck. A grunt rumbles through his chest, a guttural one — an angry one — laced with undeniable lust. ‘’Look at me.’’

It’s a command. A command he follows up by allowing his nails to sink into the skin of your neck, forcing your head back. A command you follow, your half-lidded eyes meeting his own. His clenched jaw and droopy eyes are enough to pull a whine out of you, a whine he then forcefully pulls out of you as he slams your lower body back down.

His grip tightens as the whine trails off your lips, ‘’Such a good girl, just for me, right?’’ His voice is still laced with both anger and lust as he asks, only this time you hear the slight fear lingering in his words, too.

‘’Fuck,’’ He doesn’t give you a chance to respond as he continues slamming his hips into you from underneath, ‘’Don’t even fucking deserve you, do I?’’

Fear that he’s not good enough for you.

Fear that you’re just as disappointed in him as he is in himself.

His fingers slip into your hair, allowing his fingers to intertwine themselves into the strands before forcefully tugging your head backward. The action pulls yet another whine out of you, a painful one. A pain he soothes by diving forward and running his tongue across your now exposed throat, his dry lips leaving a wet kiss behind. 

You wish to tell him that you’re not disappointed in him. That the anger he feels deep within isn’t something you reciprocate, that his actions and his losses don’t define who he is.

He doesn’t wish to hear it, though. So you don’t. You don’t lean forward and embrace him, you don’t whisper in his ear about how you love him and how he can’t allow times like this to consume him.

Instead, you force yourself down his length for the nth time — pulling yet another grunt out of him.

He wants you to console him, so you do. You console him in the only way he’ll allow you to.

‘’I hope every single person in that building can hear you,’’ He grunts against your skin, teeth nibbling on your skin, ‘’Let them hear how good I’m fucking you, show them just how fucking good I am,’’

They know, you think. They already know, and if it wasn’t because of the way he had fingered you against the cold metal of the van a few moments prior — the way your movements now slightly rocked the van most definitely told them.

‘’Tell them, baby, show them.’’

The hand that had just been grabbing onto your hip quickly shifts position, sneaking down to place three fingers against your clit. The action causes you to jolt against him, his fingers pushing firmly against you as you do. ‘’Fuck,’’ You whine, desperately rocking your hips against his fingers — something that causes a hum in approval to leave his chest.

He needs more than that, though, you realize. He wants more than that.

Something he tells you by tugging even harder at your hair, forcing your head back even further as his fingers begin to rub quick, harsh circles over your clit. ‘’I said fucking tell them,’’ He hisses against your skin.

‘’San,’’ You whimper, far from what he wants, yet it seems to somewhat satisfy him as he grunts against your skin. It’s all you have left to offer him, your voice hoarse and throat slightly aching from the current position. ‘’Want you to come,’’ He hisses against your throat, almost commanding you, in a way.

A command you desperately nod at in response. A command you’re more than happy to follow.

‘’Want to hear you, too,’’ He continues, his fingers never stopping and neither does the thrusts, ‘’Want everyone to hear as you make a mess all over my cock,’’

You don’t need to be told twice. A broken moan spills past your lips as you sink your fingers into his shoulders, your hips stilling as your orgasm washes over you. While your movements stilled, his doesn’t — his fingers still desperately rubbing circles over your clit and his cock buried deep within you.

‘’Good girl,’’ He praises, ‘’Fuck, don’t deserve to feel you like this,’’

You’re too far gone to even hear his mindless rambling, too busy coming down from your orgasm to even focus on what he’s saying. You know it doesn’t matter, it’s just mindless rambling, after all.

Things he doesn’t mean.

His hand slips out of your hair, pulling you firmly against his chest as he allows you to rest your forehead against his shoulder. Broken moans and whines spill past your lips as he chases his own orgasm, riding out your orgasm at the same time. 

You know by the desperate grunts leaving his lips and the sloppy thrusts that he’s close, so you bring your hands up to gently cup his face.

‘’Fill me up,’’ You breathe into his ear, ‘’You deserve it.’’

Three words. Three words is all it takes for a groan to rip through his chest and for his hips to snap forward one last time, cock buried deep within you — so deep that it slightly hurts — before he spills into you.

A pleased hum leaves your lips as he slightly trembles in your touch, his cock twitching as white ropes of cum paint your walls. Your thumb comes down to gently stroke his cheek, the skin sticky from the sweat and the humid air — lips pressing a soft kiss onto the same sticky skin.

One last breathy groan leaves his lips before he relaxes underneath you, hands that had just been gripping onto your hips falling down his side. 

You stay like that for a while. Chests pressed against one another, your thumb gently stroking his cheek as your face remains buried in the crook of his neck. He doesn’t pull out — you don’t want him to — and neither does he.

He wishes to stay buried within you forever. Until he psychically can’t anymore.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

He’s the first one to speak up. His voice is hoarse as the words slip past his lips, hands coming up to wrap around your waist. It’s loose, the way he holds you — but still comforting, nonetheless. 

You just shake your head in response.

He has nothing to be sorry about, you think. ‘’Don’t.’’ You seal your words with a soft kiss on his throat, a kiss that tells him to stop.

‘’I’ll win tomorrow, I promise.’’

His words cause you to pull away, your hands still placed on either side of his face. The look you’re met with as your eyes land on his face slightly tugs on your heartstrings, his eyes low and a cheap smile plastered on his lips.

Like he’s trying to convince you. That’ll he win tomorrow, that he won’t disappoint you again.

Like he disappointed you in the first place.

‘’You know I don’t care.’’

He hums in response, ‘’I know,’’ He almost whispers.

‘’But I do.’’

You know he does. You know he cares, you know it matters to him. Whether or not he wins, it’s not important to you — he is.

He’s important to you.

You, too, hum in response as your thumb comes up to soothe the red, irritated skin by his eyebrow. ‘’I know you do,’’ You mumble, carefully running your thumb through his eyebrow. ‘’And I also know you’ll win tomorrow.’’

Your words tugs the corners of his lips into a smile. A genuine one, nothing like the cheap one that had just decorated his bruised lips. 

You don’t know. You don’t know if he’ll win tomorrow, you never know, really. You never know how it’ll end, and you guess that’s the charm of it all. 

Whether or not he’ll fuck you in the back of the van and allow you to praise him for winning yet another fight, or if he’ll walk out of the building with the same anger he had worn today lingering behind his features — it’s all a part of the job, you suppose.

Of never knowing just how it might end.

‘’You think Woo is still mad?’’

The sudden question causes a chuckle to leave the back of your throat. You tilt your head before pressing a small, chaste kiss onto the corner of his lips. ‘’Yeah,’’ You smile as you pull away, a smile he mirrors, ‘’He most definitely is.’’

A sigh leaves his lips, but the playful smile remains. ‘’You think he’ll forgive me if I let him ride me?’’ His words draw yet another chuckle out of you, one he muffles by pulling you back onto his chest.

‘’I doubt it.’’

With a hum leaving his throat, he leaves it at that.

Wooyoung will have to wait, you realize as one of his hands comes up to gently stroke your hair. It’s sticky and sweaty against his chest. You don’t care. Your knees still hurt from rubbing against the hard flooring for a little too long and he’s still buried deep within you, yet you still don’t care.

You stay like that. Silent, his once rough — now turned soft that the anger has slowly faded away —hand stroking your hair. It’s peaceful, you think. You know San feels the same way.

Just like he knows that whether or not he wins the next fight, you’ll be there to either celebrate or comfort him — you always are, and you always will be.

dating seventeen (maknae line ver.)

maknae line (97s & 98s & dino) x reader / once again not proofread and written by extremely sleep-deprive hana

hyung line ver.

dk

you know how he’s always smiling while he sings. yeah i bet he does that while he kisses u too

(he has the most gorgeous smile ever i’m so sick)

sings you to sleep whenever u need him to, no questions asked (whEN is it my turn i’m so serious)

probably yelps if your feet are cold and they brush against his under the duvet 😭

also i’m afraid that you have to remove all of the bugs and spiders. he is not going near those things.

arm around your waist type of guy

another one who laughs extra hard at your jokes bc he thinks u are the most awesome thing to walk planet earth

(no because fr he’s obsessed with you)

randomly dances for you in the kitchen.

“hey babe watch this!!” and it’s a series of complicated glamorous moves that ur pretty sure come from three different blackpink choreographies (SLAYYY)

mingyu

clingy babie and ur going to love it

BACK HUGGER

is just always ready to wrap his arms around you from behind and put his head on your shoulder/on top of your head

and probably sways you guys side to side while giggling too :(

opens things for you (like pickle jars and crisp packets) and probably smirks while he does it

idk how to explain it but he has very expressive eyes?? like you can always see that Fond expression in them whenever he’s looking at things he loves

so when it comes to you it’s like that expression x4748288348

even if you’re teasing him he’s just looking at you with an fondly exasperated smile

also if he gets jealous he’s extra clingy :(

feel like he’s the type to try and surprise you with things (gifts or dates or cakes or something) and immediately go and spoil the surprise himself 😭

he’d be so upset about it until you convince him it doesn’t matter!!!!

also whenever you get extra dressed up for events or fancy dates or something he literally can’t stop staring,,,, like his jaw is on the floor

the8

listen to me !!! he is also such a menace, like another one who is constantly teasing you (but in a different way)

also just finds you adorable constsntly

whenever you do something he finds cute he just starts smiling at you and pinching your cheeks or ticking your chin (like he did to dk in the finding hoshi gose ep 😭)

meditation together !!! tea together !!!!!!

knows all the types you like and don’t like — probably makes you the perfect cup whenever you can’t sleep

you don’t even have to ask he just appears with it like your own little tea fairy or something

gives such good advice it’s almost annoying,, like why do you have the wisdom of a 647 year old wizard 🤨

stops you from buying overpriced things you don’t need so that you can be sensible with your money but then also buys them for you for your birthday

texts you pictures of things all the time — especially the sky and nature and stuff

would secretly love it if you have him as your phone background. sends you exclusive pictures just for that purpose

seungkwan

KARAOKE COMPETITIONS

and it gets competitive

he doesn’t care whether or not you can sing. you’re on the damn mic with him.

or if you really really don’t want to he will exclusively serenade you with heart-wrenching love songs instead

dramatic gestures like pounding his chest or falling to his knees while he does it 😭

also he scolds you if you aren’t taking care of yourself

like he’ll give you his jacket if you’re cold, but while he’s doing that he’s ALSO going to lecture you for not bringing your own

randomly just flings himself on you and hugs you really tight

especially after you guys have reconciled from an argument :( like he just wants to Hold You

randomly produces skits when you guys are just chilling at home and demands you take part

like you must be part of the joke he is going to direct you like it’s a movie

rests his head in the crook between your neck and shoulder. has fallen asleep there more than once

gets SOOO offended if you call him bro. he whines about it. demands an apology. it is a serious matter !!!

vernon

complete opposite of seungkwan — he calls you bro

im so sorry. it’s just the truth. you are his bro. also the love of his life, but you’re still his bro.

at first you were like “????” but honestly now you’re just used to it — you call him bro back

he does also call you baby so… there’s a compromise?

watches cute cat videos with you when you’re resting your head on his chest <3

sends you memes all the time, that is his primary form of communication

lowkey gets flustered if you kiss him on the cheek or forehead or anything

grimaces every time you use a cheesy line on him 😭

or just keeps his face entirely blank in an attempt to let you rethink your decisions

cuddly when he sleeps — has an arm around your waist, his face pressed into your neck (FHEJRJSHDJE)

has never admitted it but likes it when you lie down in his lap and just talk to him about absolutely anything

the BEST listener fr 😭 like no matter what you want to talk about he will listen and engage <3

and if you want to rant he will listen to it ALLLL and make all the right comments to help you calm down

sends you music recs all the time. u guys probably have a shared playlist and everything 😞

dino

omg. type to touch his fingers to wherever you kissed him with a slightly dazed smile on his face

leans into you whenever he laughs and it’s just so contagious that you can’t help laughing too

teaches you choreo and giggles a bit when you get confused

is soooo proud once you get the steps down tho <3

i feel like he takes a lot of pictures of you both together. prob keeps them all in an album named something like “my love” (WHY do i not have a lee chan. WHY.)

always wants to hear your in depth thoughts on each seventeen comeback (he wants you to compliment him and you WILL oblige)

gets equally flustered and delighted every time you compliment him :(

when he wants attention he will find you and bug you until you supply

(obv not if you’re doing something important but if you’re reading a book, he will just plop himself on top of you and whine)

also feel like he goes all out for your birthday and anniversaries and stuff, totally spoils you :(

AND writes you love letters for those special days too (I AM SO SAD)

if he wants kisses he will just tap where he wants them and be like “kiss”

but if you want kisses he’s going to tease you a bit before he gives them 😭

an / publishing my incoherent delusional rambles about the hyung line seemed to actually be enjoyable so i bestow upon you lovely people — the maknae line version!! i hope you enjoy <3 (and yes this is once again a compilation of thoughts i have when sleep deprived. i’m sorry.)

y/n needs help with sunscreen and, uh, yoongi can definitely help out with that

➺ pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n 

➺ genre; ...:-) 

➺ wordcount; 1.5k 

»»————- ☀️ ————-««

“remind me again why we couldn’t just stay home today?” yoongi grunts, leaning back against the flimsy foldout chair and tilting his head back, squinting slightly as bright rays of white-hot sun seem to shoot directly into his eyes despite him wearing a pair of pretty solid sunglasses, “fucking hell, that’s bright. you need to do something about the sun. can’t you, like, fly up there and shove some clouds in front of it or something?” 

god, he hates the outdoors 

and he hates the heat

years of living on earth have really softened him because he would like nothing more than to go back home and blast the air-conditioner until the apartment becomes an icebox 

“aw, don’t be like that. i, personally, love summer,” jimin sighs, crossing one ankle over the other as he basks in the warmth of the beautiful, golden ball of butter hanging in the sky, “and humans love going to the beach during the summer season! we need to do things that they like now that we live with them. you need to humanize yourself-“ 

“first of all, you love everything, and second of all, we aren’t humans,” yoongi grunts, reaching over to adjust the umbrella so that he’s covered by more shade, “you could literally sprout wings out of your back if you wanted to, and i could set someone on fire right now if i wanted to. and right now, this heat is making me want to set everyone on fire- oh my god, this shitty umbrella isn’t budging- how far did jungkook stick it into the sand?!“ 

“NOOOOOO!” both jimin and yoongi look over when they hear jungkook whining, yoongi letting out a laugh of genuine joy when he realises that jungkook’s sandcastle just got completely washed away by a rogue wave

HAH

“oh, no!” jimin gasps, sitting up straight in his seat as if the destruction of jungkook’s sandcastle is the worst possible thing to happen in the entire course of humanity, “oh, gosh… we should help him rebuild his castle, it’s the only right thing to do… i feel awful-“ 

“awful? that wave did him a favour.” yoongi snorts, “his sandcastle was an ugly little clump of sand, anyway- and if he was smart, he shouldn’t have built it so close to the water-“

“aw, did jungkook’s castle get wrecked?!” yoongi turns his head slightly upon hearing your voice and he isn’t surprised to see a popsicle (or what’s left of a popsicle) in your hand, “i told him not to build it so close to the water but he refused to listen to me. he said he wanted it to be close to the water so the crabs would be able to live in it if they wanted to.” 

“yeah, i’m sure the crab real estate market is booming right now-“ yoongi rolls his eyes, “see, jimin? i’m not the only one around here who thinks that jungkook’s sandcastle location was stupid-”

“hey, i never said stupid-“ you drop to your knees on top of your beach towel next to yoongi as you slide the rest of the popsicle off the wooden stick and pop it into your mouth in one go, chomping down on the deliciously citrusy icy crystals, “i jusht said it wahs in a bad locashun-“ 

“yeah. a bad, stupid location-“ 

“well, i don’t know about you guys, but i’m gonna go help him!” jimin gets up from his seat, pulling his sunglasses down from the top of his head before shaking his head, “i feel bad, i can practically see the waves of disappointment radiating off of him and i just can’t help but-“

“yeah, yeah, we get it, you’re an angel-“ yoongi dismisses jimin with a flick of his wrist, his eyebrows raising slightly when he sees you peeling your top off to reveal the very cute bikini you have on underneath, “and i am the complete opposite, hello-“ he lowers his sunglasses onto the tip of his nose, shamelessly letting his eyes wander along the slope of your back and the curve of your perky bum as you get settled on your beach towel, “where’ve you been hiding this little number??” 

“i haven’t been hiding it anywhere, i just brought it out for the beach!” the corner of your mouth twitches in a smirk as you get comfortable on the soft, warm ground, folding your arms over each other and resting your cheek on top of them — the truth is you have been hiding this little number (it’s a slinky little two piece that matches the fiery orange of yoongi’s newly dyed hair) because you’ve been saving it for a nice beach day like this, “do you think you could help get my sunscreen from-“ 

“yes.” yoongi rips his sunglasses off his face and gets up from his seat immediately, leaning down to grab the bottle of sunscreen out of your bag,  “god, yes, i can help-“ his mouth goes dry when you reach behind yourself to undo the string of your top and he turns to bite his fist because all he wants to do right now is thank satan for linking him up with you 

he remembers he was gonna call in sick on that day, too, but thankfully he decided to get out of bed and actually go to work like the good, hardworking demon he is 

it’s only a second later that you feel yoongi straddling you gently, crotch pressed against your bum and- “oh- god, yoongi, a little warning would’ve  been nice-“ you laugh lightly when you feel a squirt of sunscreen shoot across your back, shutting your eyes as your muscles relax under yoongi’s familiar touch 

“your ass looks so fucking good, baby-“ yoongi seems to be mesmerised and in his own little world as he rubs the sunscreen into your skin, letting his hands glide up and down your back in slow sweeps as he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, “i, like- god, i wanna fuck the shit outta you-“ 

“yoongi-“ your eyes pop open and you feel your face burn up immediately when yoongi suddenly grips your hips with both hands and forces you up a little 

you turn your head to look back at him (which, in hindsight, perhaps only encouraged yoongi even more because he loves when you look back at him when he’s got you on your elbows and knees for him), flustered to see that yoongi’s eyes have gone dark and there’s a certain look of heat swirling around in them, “we are in public-“

“so? there’s an umbrella and we’re off to the side-“ yoongi’s hand slides up your greased-up back before it slinks into your hair, fingers wrapping around your hair before he gives you a gentle yank, “and you love when i fuck you in this position, you were certainly a big fan of it last night-“ he growls playfully, leaning down so he can press a kiss to the back of your ear 

“you are shameless!” you can’t help but let out a laugh of disbelief as the logical voice in your head tells you that this is a highly inappropriate way to act on a public beach while the sprinkling of demon in you tells you that you should 100% just let yoongi yank your panties down on a public beach- 

“i’m a demon, the fuck did you expect?” yoongi’s other hand grabs a fistful of your ass as he starts rocking against you, “you knew who i was when we got together, you literally summoned me-“ 

“y/n, jungkook needs your help with his castle!” 

“shit- one second!“ you practically shove yoongi off and roll out from under him when you hear jimin’s sweet voice ring out, getting up onto your knees and reaching behind your back to fumble with the strings of your top, “you’re horrible, you know that?” 

the last thing you’d want is for jimin to pop his head under the umbrella to see yoongi slutting you out because that would probably traumatise him 

“you love it, don’t lie.” yoongi can’t help but chuckle to himself at how flustered you are (even after all this time together, your cheeks still get so pink as if you’re not used to him being so brazen with you all the time) as he plops himself back down on his chair, running a hand through his hair before he leans down to pick his sunglasses up off the floor 

“you’re gonna have to help him dig the moat because apparently i didn’t do it as well as you-“ 

“coming!” you get up onto your feet, dusting the flecks of sand off your hands and looking around for your own sunglasses, “i’m coming, i’m coming-“

“well, not yet, but you will be once we get home.” yoongi coughs, flicking his finger towards you before your sunglasses suddenly float out of your bag and over to you 

“you are horrible.” you snatch it midair before anyone notices before scrunching your nose at yoongi in a frown of disapproval

absolutely horrible! 

🎙️ scold yoongi and y/n for public indecency (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this!) 

𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚

your boyfriend mingi has always been open to exploring your fantasies with you; only now is he making one of your wilder dreams come true with the help of his bandmate, choi san.

part 2 (Can be read as a standalone)

pairing: boyfriend mingi x fem reader x choi san chapters: ½ word count: 11.6k rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) genre: pwp, smut warnings/tags: cum…lots of cum, established relationship w/ mingi, established friendship w/ san, soft!dom mingi, wet dream, big dick mingi, girthy dick san, spiky blonde hair mingi, threesome, profanity, pet names (baby, doll), jealous mingi, dirty talk, praise, straddling, riding, size kink, hickeys, oral (giving), facefucking, snowballing, cum eating, fingering, deep penetration, unprotected sex, some fluff at the end :)

author’s note:

hiii! I’m back from hiatus and I’ve decided to re-upload all my work. I’m happy to be back and continue writing. Thank you for all the love. <3

this is my first time writing ff smut..my first work ever yall pls be nice 

san recently bias wrecked tf out of me so my love for him kinda slipped through while writing :/

I was watching this san mingi live (I replayed it twice >_<) and started to daydream so I decided to write about it…and this is that :p

This is a work of fiction and does not represent ATEEZ as individuals.

lmk your thoughts enjoy, sluts ;)

Keep reading

how svt prefers to get you off

who in seventeen would rather make you cum with his mouth, his fingers, or his dick

seungcheol - dick he wants you cumming around him so badly

jeonghan - fingers because it gives him more control to tease you bc you best know he loves orgasm delay

joshua - he likes to be able to fuck you with his cock, but it's always super chill and low effort and a little silly

junhui - fingers because he thinks you look pretty when you come apart on them

soonyoung - grade a MUNCH his face would be in your shit for two hours if possible

wonwoo - fingers bc he got those gam3 bo1 skilled fingers

jihoon - fingers same as wonwoo but change it to instrument playing instead of gaming

seokmin - "a guillotine could not take away the head im about to give them" he just likes to focus solely on your pleasure

mingyu - all of the above he will be giving you 3 orgasms if possible (if not dick)

minghao - dick but only because he makes it romantic and stuff, like cockwarming and so he can kiss you and all of that

seungkwan - his mouth because he likes when his head gets squished by your thighs, also because he finds it cute and fun

vernon - fingers he's a little lazy abt it but it also means he can take his time

chan - dick bc he also wants to get off and cum together