Call Me Tf Out I Guess

Call me tf out I guess

Rude. and very true but still rude 🤨

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Tag game cuz I’m bored (don’t feel pressured)

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Y'all. Blow this shit up. WTF it's so good

Hi! I don't know if I've ever sent in a request to you before and, if I did, I hope you don't mind another one. Didn't mean to spam, I promise; I just really like your fake texts with SKZ.

If you're comfy with it, can you do an angsty enemies-to-lovers fake text with Changbin as the reader's love interest, but they started out really disliking each other? Then one day, the reader's ex-boyfriend came to their workplace to make trouble for her and, since Changbin was the only one around at that time, he grudgingly came to her rescue. That's when they put their differences aside and got to know each other better.

Or something similar, or with other SKZ members if you think this one fits another member better.

Thank you!

THIS TURNED INTO 44 SCREENSHOTS WOOOOOOOW, EVERYONE BUCKLE UP!!!!!!! Because of tumblr's photo limits I have to split this post into two parts, but I'm posting them at the same time so no waiting!!!!!! Let's goooo!!!!!!!

Contains Changbin being a bitch, harassment from an ex, slow burn. Includes texts between Changbin/Y/N, Felix/Changbin, Felix/Y/N, SKZ group chat, Y/N/SKZ, Felix/Han, Han/Y/N | part two link

masterlist | part two

Oooh fuck yes. My StayTiny heart is ready

Down The Rabbit Hole

Series Masterlist (Preview)

**Alright lovelies, I fed my Skz babes pretty well the last couple posts so here’s the Ateez smut series, as promised 🤭🫶🏻 Heavily inspired by Alice in Wonderland but also a mafia smut fic? 🫣 Please leave a comment if you would like to be added to the tag list for when the chapters begin coming out! After the prologue is posted, the chapters will be on a scheduled posting so there will be no weird waiting time 🫰🏻💕**

Do not repost or translate ©︎jagibangbangchan | minors and ageless blogs DNI | Please reblog if you enjoy my works**

This is purely a work of fiction and is not meant to represent any Ateez or Stray Kids member in reality.

Ateez OT8 x fae!fem reader

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Genre/theme/au: mafia!au, hybrid!au, dystopian underground crime, fantasy/supernatural, poly!ateez, smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: sooo much smut (actual smut tags will be on each chapter), typical gang violence, blood, injury, fighting, gambling, semi-major and side character death

Synopsis:

In the dystopian city of Underland, corruption and crime go hand-in-hand with magic. A city unofficially ruled by a gang leader called the Red King, follow our intrepid reader as she escapes from the red court with the help of a fluffy white eared savior, who leads her ‘down the rabbit hole’ into the darkest part of the city to meet its shady inhabitants. A revolution is stirring in the belly of the city, can you feel it, Alice?

Chapters:

0. Prologue

1. The White Rabbit

2. Meeting the Hatter

3. Tweedle Who?

4. I Didn’t Know Cats Could Smile

5. A Very Merry Unbirthday

6. Consulting Absolem

7. Hearts of the King

8. The Fall of “Wonderland”

Member: Assigned Character:

Magic creature type: Code Name:

Reader - (fae) - Alice

Seonghwa - white rabbit (hybrid) - McTwisp

Hongjoong-mad hatter/white king(fae)Hatter

Yunho - tweedle dee (half-giant) - The ⬇️

Mingi - tweedle dum (half-giant) - Tweedles

Yeosang - the chesire cat (hybrid) - Chess

San - dormouse/Mallymkun (hybrid)- Mally

Wooyoung- the march hare (hybrid) - March

Jongho - the caterpillar (fae) - Absolem

The Red Court (Werewolves)

Chan - the Red King

Hearts- Chan’s personal circle (Jisung & Changbin)

Spades- Information (Seungmin & Felix)

Clubs- Security (Minho & Changbin)

Diamonds- Profits/Money handling (Hyunjin & Jeongin)

Group Texts* - MinSung (Stray Kids)

+ bonus *drabble, NSFW

Besties with Benefits series masterlist

Pairings: MinSung x bestfriend!f.reader, OT8 x reader (mentioned) Word count: 4.2k (unedited) [not including 1 screenshot] TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, pet names [reader is called kitten, jagi/jagiya, baby], fingering, spanking, impact play, biting, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face-fucking, protected sex (condoms, birth control pill mentioned), choking, multiple orgasms, m. x m. interactions, anal fingering, anal sex, exhibitionism/voyeurism, filming sex/amateur porn, fucking for an audience, cooperative sex, praise kink, degradation, Dom!Minho, Switch!Jisung, surprise visitor, Switch!Felix implied

I promised this weeks ago, before my tattoo artist Chan mini-series, so I apologize for the delay. Hopefully it's worth it.

“Jagi, there you are.”

You give him a small smile as Minho steps aside, letting you enter the dorm. You place your hand on his chest and a soft peck to his lips before slipping inside and toeing off your shoes. He closes the door behind you, hand darting out to pull you close by your hip. He tugs you against him, other hand fisting in your hair to drag your mouth to his. The kiss is firm, warm, and over way too quickly.

Minho chuckles when you chase his retreating mouth. “Someone’s needy.” 

Your brows come together as you pout. “I literally said in the group chat that I wanted snuggles and kisses!”

Minho throws an arm across your shoulders as he tuts at you, guiding you into the living room. “Relax, kitten. I’m just teasing you. I’ll give you all the kisses you want.”

“And snuggles?”

“You can get those from Jisung.”

At the sound of his name, Jisung’s head whips up from where he’s lounging on the couch. “Baby!” He throws his arms wide, and you slip off your bag as you scurry over to fall into him, letting him wrap around you. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

You grin, pulling your head back to look at him. “I saw you like two days ago, Ji.”

“That’s basically an eternity.” He puckers his lips, and you push your toes against the end of the couch, giving you the leverage to meet his mouth with yours. “Mmm, I missed this the most.”

Jisung kisses you again, fisting a hand in your hair as his tongue finds its way past your lips. One of your hands splays out on his chest, and you let the other one find his face, fingertips resting on his neck as the side of your thumb catches on the swell of his cheek. Using your hold on him, you angle your head and deepen the kiss, teeth scraping against his. A low hum of approval escapes him, and you feel his free hand slide up your thigh to cup your ass as you get lost in Jisung.

Slowly, he pulls away, pressing soft kisses to your now-swollen lips, laughing when you pout. When he doesn’t kiss you again, you pout further, furrowing your brows.

“Hi,” he says breathlessly, smiling at you.

“Hi. Why did you stop kissing me?”

Jisung laughs softly, leaning forward to kiss each of your cheeks. “Thought maybe Minho’d like some kisses too.”

You twist your head around to find Minho, seeing him standing in the kitchen, an amused smile on his face when he meets your eyes. He’s pouring a drink from a large bottle, and you instantly light up. “Is that Milkis? For me?”

“Yes, jagi, for you.” He returns the bottle to the fridge before walking over. You and Jisung shift, making room for Minho on the couch. “Here.” Minho hands you the glass, and you smile wide before taking a sip.

“Thank you, Min.”

Minho smiles and reaches for your feet, bringing them to drape over his lap. It shifts you back into Jisung, and he moves to allow you to lean against him. Minho peels off your socks and begins rubbing your feet, taking the glass from you to put it down on the coffee table as Jisung yaps about the new track that he just finished with Seungmin. Jisung lets a hand card through your hair, twirling the ends as he talks, and you snuggle up under his arm, enjoying the way Minho’s hands periodically trail up your calves under the edge of your sweatpants.

Until one of those hands reaches your knee.

Jisung is saying something about the newest boy group at the company, but your hearing tunnels out when you zero in on Minho’s retreating hand. He doesn’t look at you- his face remains fixed on the TV, on the anime that Jisung turned on before you arrived that has been long forgotten by the Yap King himself.

Without taking his eyes off of the screen, Minho does it again, up the other leg this time. His fingertips graze the inside of your knee, and your chest hitches at the touch.

He still doesn’t look at you.

But the corner of his mouth lifts, a smug little gesture that has you narrowing your eyes.

“Ji, baby,” you say, interrupting him, turning to meet his eyes. “Tell Minho not to tease me.”

Jisung’s eyes go wide, and he leans to peer past your head, noticing Minho’s hand up the leg of your sweatpants. Jisung grins. “Now, Minho. That’s not very nice.” You turn back to catch Minho finally looking between you and Jisung out of the corner of his eye. You give him a smug smile of your own. “If you’re going to tease her, you should have told me, so I can join in.”

Wait, what?

Your smile drops. “Wait, what?”

Minho’s hand digs into your flesh sharply, and he rolls his head toward you lazily. The glint in his eyes matches the cocky grin across his face, and before you can say anything, Jisung moves. He has his hand around your throat, mouth pressed to the shell of your ear.

“Do you wanna play with us, baby?” Jisung asks, voice low and sultry, lips dragging against your ear as he speaks. You swallow harshly in his hand, his fingertips stroking the skin over your jugular. “Can we make you feel good?”

Your mouth is too dry to respond, but the whimper that you make plus the faintest nod of your head is enough. Minho drags you closer, out of Jisung’s grip, and pulls you onto his lap to crash his lips to yours. You scramble to settle down properly, shifting to straddle him and falling against his chest when you slip. Jisung laughs next to you, but you ignore him, focused on how Minho’s tongue sweeps into your mouth, licking at the inside of your lip before retreating, teasing you.

Jisung’s hands find the bottom of your shirt, lifting it until you and Minho are forced to separate and Jisung yanks it all the way off. He’s moved to stand behind you, and he trails his hands over your collar bones.

“The bra too, kitten.” Minho’s voice is husky with intention as he watches Jisung slide the straps from your shoulders. You reach behind to undo the clasp, too impatient to wait for Jisung to do it, and both sets of hands grab the fabric to rid it from your body.

Minho’s hands cup your breasts, thumbing over your nipples, as Jisung tugs your head back by your hair. He meets your lips with his own, the upside-down angle making it difficult for you to deepen the kiss. Jisung taunts you with his tongue, pulling away far enough that you can’t reach him, his hand still holding you in place by your hair.

Minho’s mouth latches onto one nipple, eliciting a gasp from you, and Jisung uses the noise to bite your lip. They torment you with their mouths until you’re whining and moaning into Jisung, grinding down on Minho’s lap.

“Sungie, help her get her pants off.”

Jisung pulls away, releasing his hold on your hair. Your neck aches from the position, and you rub at it before Jisung guides you to your feet.

“Sorry baby, was I too rough?” Jisung asks, noticing your wince when you shift your head. His hand comes up to massage the sore muscles.

“Mmm, a little, but that feels really good.” Your eyes flutter shut, and Jisung continues for a few moments. You hear a huff, and then there’s a tug on your pants, dragging them down your body.

“You can keep doing that, but I need to taste her sweet little pussy.” Minho murmurs, fingers curling in the waist of your panties. You open your eyes to look at him as he watches your panties slide down your legs. You step out of them without being asked to do so. “Good girl.”

Jisung chuckles. “She just got goosebumps.” He says over your shoulder, shifting his hands from your neck around to your tits and pulling you against his chest. He kisses your shoulder.

Minho glances up. “She likes the praise, right, jagiya?”

You nod, letting your head drop back against Jisung’s shoulder. He shifts you both one step forward, and Minho grabs one of your calves, placing your foot on the couch next to him to open yourself for him. He dips forward, tongue grazing over your center softly, and he moans into you when you thread your fingers into his hair.

Jisung sucks hickeys into your neck while Minho uses his mouth to drive you to the brink, slipping two of his fingers into your slick heat and throttling you over the edge. Teeth sink into the skin at your throat as you cum, crying out for both Jisung and Minho. Your hips buck and your jaw slackens, stuttered breaths punched out of you with every thrust of Minho’s hand.

“Don’t be greedy, hyung, I want to taste her too.” Jisung murmurs into your neck, and you bite back a whimper. 

Minho disconnects himself from your pussy, smirking as he leans back on the couch. “You can swallow her taste on my cock once I’m done with her.”

And then he’s tugging you down, out of Jisung’s grip, into his lap. He somehow has the coordination to pull himself free from his sweats, the length of his dick springing up as you land in his lap, and your hand immediately wraps around him. “Yes, please. Need to feel you, Min.”

He helps you lift your hips to guide him to your entrance, and then you sink down, enveloping Minho’s pulsing cock in one gentle motion. “Fuck, kitten.”

Your head tilts back, drunk on the pleasure of being full of one of your boys. Like coming home.

“God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Baby, can I take a video? I won’t share it with anyone, it’s just for when I’m alone, like on tour or something.” Jisung asks, settling down on the couch with his knee folded up next to you and Minho. You give him a lazy grin as you cant your hips forward, rocking back onto Minho.

“Sure, Ji. I don’t mind. And you can share it with the other members. Hyunjin took a picture in the dance practice room that first time, didn’t he show you guys?”

Minho chuckles darkly. “I forgot about that.” His hands hold your hips steady and he bucks up into you, drawing out a groan.

“I’m gonna kill Hwang Hyunjin.”

A breathy laugh escapes you quickly before Minho rolls into you once more. Between moans, you tell Jisung, “He claimed it was a painting reference.”

Jisung makes a face, lost in thought as your hips are finally allowed to move, guided by Minho’s hands to ride him. You establish a rhythm, and Minho leans his head onto the back of the couch to let you take over. Jisung finally speaks. “You know, I think he did paint that one piece that could have been sexual. It was quite abstract.”

“Jisung-ah, are you going to talk about Hyunjinnie’s art or are you going to take the video?” Minho interrupts, breaking Jisung from his reverie. His mouth contorts into an ‘O’ before he picks up his phone from the coffee table. Minho’s hands trail up to your tits, pinching the nipple of one just enough to gain a verbal reaction.

“Okay.” Jisung clears his throat, drawing the camera close and biting his bottom lip. You hear the click of the recording start. “Don’t be shy, baby. Let us hear you.”

Jisung brings the phone close to your face, and you roll your eyes, but to indulge him, you bite your lip and let a moan bubble up from your throat. Your hand reaches for Minho’s, pressing his hand further into the flesh of your breast, squeezing it with your combined hands. Jisung moves the phone, angling it to watch the movement of your hands, before trailing it down your abdomen to capture the way Minho’s dick slides in and out of you with every motion. You watch Minho’s eyes fall to the screen, and he makes a face.

“God, kitten, you look so good taking my cock. Jisungie, great idea. I could kiss you for thinking of it.” Minho says, voice thick.

Phone temporarily forgotten, Jisung turns, face lining up with Minho’s. “I mean, you could kiss me. You are allowed to, after all.”

Minho’s free hand darts up to grip Jisung by the jaw and drag him in for a kiss. You watch, entranced, as their lips meet, then part, heads tilting as they appear to fight for dominance of the kiss. Jisung’s phone falls to the couch, now completely forgotten.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.” You gasp, watching one of Jisung’s hands curl around Minho’s shoulder, and then his other one slides down the plane of his torso, all the way to where your body meets Minho’s. “Oh, shit. Ji, fuck.”

His fingertips graze your clit briefly, causing you to clench around Minho, who then groans into Jisung’s mouth. You see Jisung smile into the kiss, and then his hand curls, the knuckles of his middle and forefingers raised to meet your clit with every downward thrust you make.

It takes you less than a minute to cum again. Your back arches, hands clutching your chest and neck, head thrown back to ride the aftershocks of your climax.

When you bring your head forward, Minho and Jisung are watching you, the sides of their faces pressed together and their lips glossy from their kiss.

“I’m going to go get a condom.” Jisung says suddenly, shooting up to dart down the hall.

“Ji, baby, I’m on the pill!” You call out after him, gasping when Minho bucks up into you sharply. “Min, behave.”

“The condom isn’t for me!” Jisung calls from a bedroom, presumably Minho’s. When he reappears, you glance over to see two foil packets and a bottle of lube in his hand. “Well, I grabbed one just in case.”

Confused, you just watch as he collapses on the sofa next to Minho, who continues to lazily roll into you, not really trying to push either of you to cum. “Kitten doesn’t understand what’s going to happen yet.” He murmurs to Jisung, who leans over to lick a filthy stripe across Minho’s mouth. “Brat.”

“Your brat.” Jisung bites back, before shifting, raising a brow at you conspiratorially. “That’s his type, isn’t it?”

“Mmm. His and Channie’s, yeah.” You giggle, leaning down to kiss the scowl off of Minho’s face. His arms wrap around you, keeping you pressed to his chest, and he uses the angle to fuck up into you more forcefully. You moan against his mouth, abandoning the effort of kissing him to pinch your brows, focused on your building orgasm.

“Cum for me, kitten.” Minho breathes into your open mouth, still hovered over him as you whine. “Go on, let go. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

As if on command, your body tightens and spasms, walls clenching around him so hard that he stops thrusting, watching you moan out his name as you cum. When your breathing evens out, Minho kisses your mouth softly, and pecks at your cheeks.

“Good girl, jagiya.” He whispers into your hair, relaxing his hold around your waist and shifting his hips to slide out of you.

You push upright, feeling his cock press against your ass cheeks. “Why did you pull ou- oh.”

Jisung is beside you, one leg bent up to spread himself open as he fucks three of his fingers into his ass. His fingers slide out and his eyes meet yours, lids heavy with intention. He wipes them on a washcloth you hadn’t noticed before reaching for one of the condoms. “Ride me next, baby?”

“Um,” you stutter, watching Jisung tear the foil and roll the condom on with his other hand, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Minho pats your thigh, encouraging you to move over, and you do so mindlessly. Jisung guides you, holding the base of his cock with the same hand for you to sink down on it, groaning when you bottom out. “Wait, shit.”

He’s a little longer than Minho, not quite as thick, but you need a second to adjust. You wrap your arms around Jisung’s neck, and he presses soft kisses to your throat and collar bone, murmuring something you can’t make out. You vaguely process that Minho has disappeared from your peripheral.

“Okay,” your mouth finds Jisung’s temple. “Okay, I’m alright now.”

He draws you down as he reclines further into the couch, similar to the position Minho had been fucking you in. You set a slow pace for a minute, before Jisung shifts, and you feel his thighs slap into your asscheeks.

You whip your head around. “What-”

He has planted his feet on the edge of the cushions, opening his legs for Minho to kneel between them. Minho meets your curious gaze with a grin, and you register that he’s gripping his cock- now covered in a condom- tight as he nudges it against Jisung’s ass.

Oh.

Ohhh.

You shift back to look at Jisung, watching as his face changes from smug to briefly surprised to fraught with pleasure as Minho slides into him.

This is the single hottest fucking thing you have ever been a part of. You can feel the thrum of your heartbeat in your pussy as Minho and Jisung’s combined groans echo around you. You feel Minho’s body heat when you push off of Jisung’s chest, and Minho leans forward to bite your shoulder.

“Have you motherfuckers done this before?”

"Be more specific."

You roll your eyes. "Have you fucked each other while fucking someone else?"

“No.” Minho grunts, sliding out of Jisung slowly. It amazes you that you can feel it, through the body between you. It’s not like when he was inside of you, but you can still feel the motion of his cock, rocking into Jisung, rippling through you. “We talked about it after the dance studio though, after Hyunjin made that comment to you.”

“Remind me to give Hyunjin a gratitude blowjob.” You say mindlessly, observing how Jisung’s lower lip is caught between his teeth. “Ji baby, how do you feel?”

His eyes are closed and he shakes his head slowly when he answers. “So fucking good right now, oh my God.”

You feel Minho thrust forward at that, fucking into Jisung slowly. Lifting your own hips, you time your motions with Minho’s, sinking down onto Jisung as Minho slides in, rocking up and off as Minho slides out. Minho wraps his hand around your throat, pulling your head back as he bites on your earlobe. Jisung thumbs at your clit.

You cum again. And again. Time is lost to you as you ride Jisung in tandem with Minho's thrusts, leaning down to kiss him or twisting to meet Minho's mouth periodically.

A key slides into the lock at the front door, and all three of you glance over as Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin walk in. Felix’s eyes go wide and he scrambles to close the door quickly, ushering in the other guys with a glance to the hallway.

“Well, isn’t this fun?” Jeongin all but coos, wandering over to sit on the opposite edge of the couch. He leans forward to flick at your nipple, causing you to whimper. His eyes fall to Jisung's forgotten phone, picking it up and swiping it open. "And you recorded it." Jeongin aims the phone at the three of you, seemingly picking up the abandoned videographer role.

Minho doesn’t stop fucking into Jisung, and his fingers tighten at your throat when he whispers into your ear, “Keep riding Sungie, jagiya.”

Felix balks once he checks the hallway and the door is securely shut, untangling his bag and sliding out of his shoes. You lock eyes with Seungmin, who looks bored, and whine. “Minnie.”

He turns his head, peering down the hall to his room. “I’m gonna go shower.” Seungmin starts to walk away but pauses, striding across the room to lean over and kiss you firmly as you continue to ride Jisung. “You look beautiful, little one. Being so good for Minho-hyung, hmm?”

You whimper into his mouth, and he licks over your bottom lip.

“I’ll be in my room if you want cuddles after.” Seungmin whispers, kissing you softly one last time when you nod, and then disappearing toward the bathroom.

Jisung makes some incomprehensible babbling below you, and when you glance down, Felix is leaning over the back of the couch to pinch one of his nipples. “He’s so sensitive.”

“You should try fucking him.” Minho murmurs from behind you, and you snort.

Felix looks up, over your shoulder to Minho, excitement on his face. “Yeah?”

“No.”

Jeongin snorts in laughter at Minho’s snappy response, and Felix’s face falls a little. He peers down at Jisung, face shifting into an expression of fondness as he rubs one of Jisung’s cheeks, letting his thumb dip into Jisung’s open mouth and biting his bottom lip when Jisung sucks on it, locking eyes with him.

“That’s okay, hyung, I know he’s yours. I wouldn’t share if I were you either.” Felix’s voice is soft, and you slow down your movements as you turn your head to Minho.

“Min-”

He cuts you off. “Yongbok-ah’s being a little shit. He gets to play with Jisungie any time he wants.” Minho quirks a brow at Felix, and when you glance back, Felix’s face is twisted in a grin, two fingers buried in Jisung’s mouth as he rubs his cheek with the spit-slicked thumb he replaced.

“I know. But no one has permission to fuck him. No one, except our sunflower here.” His eyes meet yours briefly, fingers dipping further into Jisung’s mouth until he gags. You sink back down, mesmerized by the interaction.

“So we’ve all been friends for how many years and I have not been privy to all of this fucking around?! Jail. All of you, friendship jail.”

Minho pushes you between your shoulder blades, pressing your chest to Jisung and delivering a swift slap to your ass cheek. “Behave.”

You bite back a whimper. “Yes, sir.”

Felix withdraws his fingers from Jisung’s mouth, moving to cup your chin. “Such an angel, hmm?”

You let your tongue loll out, and Felix is unable to resist sliding the same two fingers in, fucking your mouth with them. You roll your hips, feeling Jisung twitch inside you, and Felix watches you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

Minho slaps your ass again.

Jisung somehow has enough coherency to squeeze a hand between your chests and pinch your nipple, and before you can process the speed, your body reacts and you clench down around him, your orgasm barreling into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” Jisung groans, his chest lurching into you, and then Minho is groaning behind you, slamming into Jisung harshly enough to shove you forward, causing you to gag on Felix’s fingers. He pulls them free, and you gasp when Minho slams into Jisung a second, a third, and then a fourth time, before stilling. A stuttered moan spills from him, and his forehead drops down onto your back a moment later.

Jeongin claps. “Wow, that was excellent. How did you coordinate all three orgasms like that?” He has lowered Jisung's phone, locking the screen to place it on the coffee table.

You shoot him a bewildered look. “Oh, is that what just happened?”

Jeongin laughs, leaning forward to boop you on the nose. “Noona, you’re so cute.”

You turn to look up at Felix, confused. “What did you do to Innie?”

Felix shrugs, a devious grin on his face. “We went to a karaoke place that had a bunch of his favorite trot songs, he’s just in a good mood.”

“Okay, well can we all get off of Hannie now?” Jisung says from under you, making Minho move, sliding out of him and falling backward onto his butt on the floor. You’re now able to shift off of Jisung as well, standing on wobbly legs. 

Jeongin shoots to his feet to support you. “Come here noona, let me help you.”

“Thanks, babyboy.”

You let Jeongin lead you to the bathroom, still fogged from Seungmin’s shower, and he tells you to clean up and that he’ll bring you some clean clothes. You see Seungmin’s towel hung over the curtain rod, so you decide to step into the shower and wash up, using his body wash to clean up and stealing his towel to dry off with. When you turn off the spray, Jeongin is sitting on the closed toilet lid holding a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Once you’re dressed, you wander back into the living room with Jeongin to check on Minho and Jisung.

Minho is still collapsed on the floor, sprawled out with his hair in his face and his eyes closed. The condom is disposed of, and he has managed to get his pants pulled back up.

Jisung is also dressed again, but he’s on the floor on his knees with Felix’s hands in his hair and his cock in Jisung’s mouth.

Jeongin leans over to speak low in your ear. “This is why Han-hyung isn’t allowed to live with us. Come on, let’s go cuddle with Seungmin-hyung.”

xx

author's note: AHHHH I did it! lol I was hella nervous for this, but I hope I did alright. Eventually I'll get around to ChanLix. Gotta work on SKZ Ink though :) xx Minty

Group Texts* - Piperacha (Stray Kids)

+ bonus *drabble, NSFW

Besties with Benefits series masterlist

Third and final installment after 3rauncha and slutracha.

Pairings: vocalracha x bestfriend!f.reader Word count: 6.3k [not including 10 screenshots] unedited, we die like real men TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, pet names [reader is called noona, baby, my sweet, little one], fingering, spanking, biting, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face-fucking, protected sex (condoms, birth control pill mentioned), choking, creampie, multiple orgasms, vague reference to subspace, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise kink, degradation [reader is called slut/whore], breeding kink, oppa kink, punishment, impact play, rough sex/angry sex, safe word system, dacryphilia, hard!Dom Seungmin, angry!Seungmin, soft/pleasure!Dom Jeongin, aftercare

The sound of your knocks on the door echoes through the hallway. You take a deep breath as you hear the lock disengaging a few moments later, preparing yourself for the inevitable. When the door swings open, you find yourself blinking a few times, staring at the man on the other side of the door.

“Sunflower?” Felix’s eyes are wide as he takes a step toward you, reaching for your wrist.

“Hi sunshine,” you reply, releasing your held breath as Felix pulls you into the apartment. Once you’re inside, he shuts the door behind you.

“I didn’t know you were coming over. What are you doing here, angel?”

He wraps his arms around you in a warm hug, and you can’t help the way you tremble a little. “Um, I’m hoping to talk to Seungmin when he gets home.” Felix makes a noise, nodding against your shoulder. “It was Jeongin’s idea.”

Felix pulls you by the shoulders to look at your face. “And are you ready to have that conversation?”

You let your hands twist together, staring down at the floor. “I’m not sure. I miss him, I miss Innie, I miss the entire group, I-”

“We didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He replies softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. 

You huff. “I know, but I’ve pulled back because of Seung and frankly, it’s bullshit. I don’t want to deprive myself of my best friends anymore.”

Footsteps pad lightly down the hall just before a voice calls out. “We don’t want that either, noona.”

Your head whips around, eyes falling on Jeongin as he walks over. You bite back the sting of tears and yank out of Felix’s hold to meet Jeongin in the middle of the living room, throwing your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. With a small chuckle, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close and letting his thumbs graze over your back.

“I’ve got to go meet Chan-hyung, but call us if you need, okay angel?” Felix says from behind, and you nod, not lifting your head.

“It’ll be okay, hyung, I can take care of noona.” A few moments of silence pass before the door opens, signaling Felix’s departure. You sniffle a little, causing Jeongin to squeeze you tighter. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Innie.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you back so he can look at your face. Your eyes are watery, but you don’t actually shed any tears. You drop your arms, palms flat on his chest. Jeongin sucks his teeth at you, thumb coming up to graze the swell of your cheekbone as his eyes roam your face. “So beautiful, noona,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your lips.

Your breath hitches. “Innie,” you whisper, licking your lips, “kiss me, please.”

His hand slides back until his thumb sits over your jaw, long fingers wrapping around to the back of your neck. “With pleasure.” And then he’s dragging your face to his, crashing your lips to his with a fervor. A small whine escapes you before your hands fly up to his shoulders, twisting in the soft cardigan he wears. One of his fingers on your neck tightens, digging into the muscle enough to have your head falling back for him to deepen the kiss. Jeongin swallows your moan, tongue sweeping into your mouth, hot and sweet and heady. Using your grip on his shoulders, you pull him closer, throwing your arms back around his neck and breaking the kiss to change angles.

“God, noona.”

You cut him off, biting into his lower lip, flicking your tongue over the flesh captured between your teeth. He groans. The hand on your neck drops down to your hip again, both of them squeezing you and pulling your hips to his before wrapping around your lower back. You drag your lips to his jaw, cooing when he tilts his head back to grant access to his neck.

“Noona,” Jeongin pants, hands suddenly pushing at your waist, trying to disconnect your lips from his neck, “I don’t think this is what you want Seungmin-hyung to walk in on.”

With a sigh, you step away. “You’re right.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” He gestures for you to sit on the couch.

“Sure, just some water.”

He disappears for a moment before returning with a cold bottle of water. You twist it open and take a swig as he sits next to you. “Thanks, Innie.” You turn to face him when you hear a key in the lock of the door. Jeongin gives you a pointed look, an ‘I told you so’ that you just roll your eyes at.

The door swings open and in walks Seungmin, eyes cast down at his phone as he shuts the door behind him and drops his keys on the entryway table.

“Hi, Minnie.”

Seungmin glances up at your soft greeting, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”

You wince slightly at his harsh tone. “You haven’t answered any of my texts in almost two weeks.” You feel the couch shift before you hear Jeongin slip back into the kitchen, probably to give you and Seungmin some privacy.

“I don’t see how you interpreted that to mean ‘show up at my apartment instead’ though.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. “Seungmin, please-”

“I think you should leave.”

You scramble to your feet. “What?! No, Min, just let me explain-”

“I don’t want you to explain anything. I just want you to leave.” He steps aside, gesturing at the door. You feel tears spring to your eyes again. Shoving your hands into the pouch of your hoodie, you shuffle forward, toward him and the door.

When you approach, he side-steps. Your lips tremble with the effort to keep your tears at bay.

“Wait, noona, don’t leave.” Jeongin calls from the edge of the kitchen. Seungmin gives him a scathing look. “Seungminnie, why are you being like this?”

“Just because you’re thinking with your dick, don’t expect me to. I can separate my heads from one another, thank you.” Seungmin practically spits at his best friend. “She can’t just throw herself at me to earn my forgiveness.”

You reach for his arm, tugging his hand into yours. “What can I do, Minnie? Please. You’re my best friend-”

“-apparently not, you have an entire fucking harem of best friends.” He tries to pull his arm away but you wrap around it with both hands.

“Seungmin, please,” you beg, the tears at your waterline threatening to spill as your voice wavers. You grip his arm tighter, tugging again. “I just want y-” His other arm snakes out to grip your throat, slamming you against the door. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs and his fingers dig into your skin harshly enough for the tears to finally fall.

Seungmin crowds into your space, chest heaving with rage as he gets closer. “You just don’t fucking relent, do you? Are you that desperate? Or are you too fucking stupid to understand?”

“Seungmin- '' Jeongin warns from behind him, causing Seungmin’s head to whip toward him.

“Stay out of this, Ayen-ah.”

“I will, if you let go of her throat. She’s not getting enough air.” True, your vision is starting to blur, little black spots prickling your vision. Seungmin turns to look at you before loosening his fingers. Air rushes to your lungs with a gasp, but his hand still remains at your neck.

“There, now the slut can breathe.” You bring your hands up to grip at his forearm, tears still streaming from your eyes.

Jeongin sighs heavily. “You can just admit that you’re hurt instead of pushing her away, Seung.”

Seungmin meets your eyes, and you can see that Jeongin’s words hold truth. The steely resolve on his face doesn’t drop though, and you feel his fingers twitch at your neck.

“I never meant to hurt you, puppy.” You manage to whisper, not caring how your chest hitches on a sob. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back against the door. “I love you, Minnie, I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that.”

He doesn’t answer. The room is silent except for your sniffles, long enough that you open your eyes to search his face. You know him well enough to recognize the conflict in them and reach your hand out to smooth down the wrinkle between his brows. Your heart skips a beat when his eyes flutter closed and he tilts into your hand slightly. When his eyes open again, they’re darker.

“I won’t be nice today.”

Your pulse kicks up and you swallow, nodding eagerly. “That’s okay. I can take it.”

Seungmin looks over at Jeongin. “You’re responsible for her, I won’t be able to control myself.” Jeongin murmurs something you don’t hear, and Seungmin rolls his head back to you. “If it’s too much, you tell Innie and he’ll make sure I stop.”

“Okay.” You nod again, and his fingers tighten around your throat, now in the correct spot to cause that familiar floaty haze.

“What do you say if it’s too much, noona?” Jeongin asks, closer than he was before.

“Red.”

Seungmin chuckles darkly as Jeongin claps his hands together twice. “That’s right. Good girl.”

“Of course the slut knows her color system.” Seungmin’s fingers loosen briefly before tightening further, causing you to whimper.

“Seungmin, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Kiss me.”

He laughs, throwing his head back and releasing his grip on you completely. You slump against the door as he takes a few steps away. “No. I don’t think you deserve that.” Seungmin turns on his heel and walks down the hall toward his bedroom, disappearing into it.

You glance over at Jeongin, eyes wide. He tuts at you, stepping closer to grab your hand. “Come on, noona. Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

Jeongin leads you down the hall, following the route Seungmin took, but steers you into his own room instead. “But Seung-”

“-is going to shower. Relax, okay?” He guides you to sit on his bed before leaving the room, returning a moment later with a t-shirt. “Here, get comfortable. I’m sure you don’t want to be wearing your hoodie for any of this.”

You take the shirt from his outstretched hand, recognizing it as one of Seungmin’s favorites. You give Jeongin a soft smile. “Thank you, babyboy.” You set it beside you and tug your hoodie off, tossing it at the foot of the bed. Jeongin’s eyes roam down your body hungrily, watching closely as you peel off the camisole and unclasp your bra. Your eyes don’t leave his face as you drag the garment off of you. “Should I still put this on?”

Jeongin tears his eyes from your chest to look at where you hold the t-shirt. He slaps a hand to his face, dragging it down slowly. “Yeah. As much as I want to touch you, I think I need to let Seungmin have you first.”

You giggle. “It’s so hard to be the maknae, hmm?”

He scowls at you, making you laugh harder. “Normally, my hyungs aren’t so greedy. I guess I can understand though,” he moves to sit beside you, gesturing at you to put the shirt on. You oblige. “I’d be greedy with you too, if I could.”

You turn your head to look at him, and his eyes are already on you, on your lips. You meet his mouth halfway, the kiss softer, sweeter than the one in the living room. His hand wraps around your low back, and a minute later you’re crawling into his lap and burying your fingers in his hair. Jeongin runs his hands up and down your back under the t-shirt, nails scraping at your skin, causing you to whine into his mouth and grind down in his lap. He chuckles, breaking the kiss to place open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

Suddenly, his hand swats your ass softly. “Seungmin’s out of the shower.”

You climb off of him, standing in the center of the room. Thinking for a moment, you hook your thumbs in the elastic of your leggings and drag them down before stepping out of them, leaving you in just Seungmin’s shirt and your panties. Jeongin swallows a groan.

“That was unfair.” He peels off his cardigan and tosses it over your discarded clothes.

You roll your eyes at him before walking out of the room, headed to Seungmin’s room. You can hear him in the bathroom, so you walk into his bedroom and sit down on the floor on your knees to wait for him. Jeongin trails in after you, palming his crotch and shooting you a glare, but he settles in on the foot of the bed, leaning up against the wall with his legs extended, crossed over the ankles.

It only takes another two minutes for Seungmin to walk in, rubbing his damp hair with a towel. He stops short when he sees you, glancing over at Jeongin, who shrugs, before approaching you.

His hand comes forward to cup your chin. “I don’t even have to train you, do I? You’re already so obedient.”

“Only for you, Minnie.”

He swallows, lips set in a taut line as he tosses the towel aside and shoves his hair off of his forehead. You feel yourself clench. What is it about his hair pushed back that drives you so wild all the time?

Seungmin steps closer, towering over you as you peer up at him from your lashes. “Get me hard.”

With a shaky hand, you reach for the edge of his sweatpants, curling your fingers into the material before pulling them down far enough for his cock to fall free. Even soft, he’s sizeable, but you already anticipated that based on the…well, everything you knew about him. Casting a quick glance up at him, you dip your head forward to lap at the tip once, twice, three times, before suckling the entire head into your mouth. A quiet groan falls from Seungmin’s lips, his head tipping back briefly. His hand finds its way to the back of your head, tangling into your messy bun.

Cupping your tongue around his underside, you bring more of him into your mouth until your nose hits the stubble at the lowest part of his stomach. You start to move off, but he grips your head tighter and keeps you there, feeling your nails dig into his thighs at the unexpected resistance. A strangled noise dies in your throat when you feel him start to harden in your mouth, so you swallow around him and he groans- loudly.

“Oh my god.”

“I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” Jeongin says, amusement in his tone. You can’t see Seungmin’s face, but from the laugh that shoots out of Jeongin, you can picture it.

“She’s got a filthy fucking mouth.” Seungmin pulls his hips back slightly to give a lazy thrust into your mouth, making you gag on his increasing length. The gagging only seems to turn him on more, the skin of his cock stretched taut over your tongue. Tears form at the edges of your vision. “Look at her, Jeonginnie. Crying on my cock like a whore. Almost feels like this is what you’re meant to do, my sweet.”

At the use of his preferred pet name for you, you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding as best as you can. The tears trail down your cheeks, and his free hand comes up to wipe one away. When you open your eyes, you watch him pop his thumb into his mouth. You make an unintelligible noise.

He pulls your head back off of his dick and lets go. Bending down to get closer to your face, he leans in. You almost think he’s going to kiss you, but the cruel smile that curls his lips dashes that. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth now, little one. Show me how sorry you really are. Be a good slut for me and maybe I’ll even let Jeongin get you off before I fuck you.”

“Yes, sir.” It comes out breathier than you meant it, but Seungmin seems to react to it, his eyes rolling back and biting his lip as he straightens, lining his cock up with your mouth.

“Open.” He commands, and you obey, extending your tongue past your teeth as if you’re rolling out a red carpet for his dick. The salty taste of precum hits you as he taps the head on your tongue a few times, and then he’s sliding into your mouth harshly, hitting the back of your throat hard enough to make you cough. He doesn’t ease off, but he pauses for you to collect yourself, casting a teary look up at him. 

Seungmin searches your face for a moment, and you squeeze his thigh in encouragement. He must find whatever he was looking for, because then he’s fisting his hands in your hair again and rutting into your mouth with more force. You focus on relaxing your throat and taking him down easier, keeping your tongue extended to prevent your teeth from scraping against him. Tears drip down your face and dampen the shirt over your chest as you control your breathing, focusing on steady inhales through your nose.

Small grunts and groans fall from Seungmin, his grip in your hair tightening and loosening occasionally. The longer he fucks your throat, the more you zone out, head light and fuzzy from being used like an object. You’re vaguely aware of the slick soaking your panties, grateful for the pressure of your thighs squeezed together in your position. Periodically, he eases out to let you catch your breath, petting your head or face until you glance back up at him to signal that you’re okay to continue.

This time, he pauses, glancing at Jeongin.

“What color, noona?”

You blink, eyes unfocused. Seungmin’s hand grips your jaw firmly, drawing your attention. “Answer him, little one.”

Licking your lips, you glance over at Jeongin. “Gr-” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat before trying again. “Green.”

“Good girl.”

Seungmin grunts in agreement before squeezing your mouth open and entering your mouth again. His hips stutter and he breathes in sharply when you sniffle, keeping your eyes locked on him. He drags his thumb along your cheek, smearing the trails of wetness and it occurs to you that he likes that you’re crying like this, crying for him like this. The knowledge makes you dizzy, eyes closing as you hum around him. Seungmin groans, tightening his hold on you and driving his length deeper into your throat. A moment later, you feel him twitch and warmth fills your throat as your head is held down as far as it can go on Seungmin’s cock while he cums.

The hold on you loosens. You ease off of him, trying to keep yourself clean as you do. Wiping at your mouth when you sit back on your haunches, you glance up at Seungmin. A water bottle appears in front of you. Taking it, you swivel to send Jeongin a silent thank you and drink half the bottle in one go.

“How do you feel, noona?”

“I’m okay.” Quietly, you look back at Seungmin, unable to read his face. He says nothing, watching you as his chest heaves. “Minnie?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. “I- I don’t know if I forgive you yet.”

You try not to let the hurt flash across your face. “Oh. That’s o-okay, I guess.”

Seungmin groans loudly. “Stop! Just- stop being so apologetic!” You blink, flinching back at his volume. “God, you just keep apologizing and being subservient-”

“Do you not want me to be obedient? I don’t understand-”

“I don’t know! It’s much easier when you’re a brat like you normally are, this just feels forced-” You scoff at him, drawing your knee up to plant your foot on the ground for enough leverage to push yourself to your full height. 

“You think this is FORCED? Kim Seungmin, you might actually be the stupid one here if you don’t think that I would have done this for you months ago!” You jab your finger into his chest, spurred on by the way his eyes widen and he takes a small step back. “You’re actually an idiot, then, because it was you who drew me into this friendship, who introduced me to everyone, and it’s you who I have been willing to do anything for, long before any of your other members. Just because your hyungs had the balls to make a move before you-” His hand catches your wrist, tugging you to his chest and cutting off your words. His eyes narrow, and you swallow tightly at the flash of heat in your belly at the sight.

“Get on the bed. Now.”

His voice is low, almost a growl, and it leaves no room for debate. You nod, and he releases your wrist. You take the two steps to the bed, climbing on without looking at Jeongin and settling on your knees as you had on the floor. Seungmin gets closer and grabs you by the upper arm, dragging you to the side and climbing in behind you. His other hand pushes you down between your shoulders, sending you face-first into Jeongin’s lap.

“Hi, noona.” Jeongin smiles, bringing a hand up to caress your face and smooth down your hair. Before you can reply, Seungmin’s hand comes down hard on your ass, forcing a yelp out of you. You move to ask him what the fuck that was for, but Jeongin’s hand stops you. “Hey, shh, shh, it’s okay, relax. I’ve got you.”

Jeongin guides you to lay your cheek on his thigh just as Seungmin lands another slap, on the opposite cheek. Then Seungmin is yanking your panties down to leave you bare. A whine escapes you as you squeeze your eyes shut. Jeongin’s hands rub soothing circles on your shoulder and forehead as Seungmin continues, alternating spots to bring down the flat of his hand. A particularly hard hit to the high plane of your ass cheek makes you gasp, tears spilling with a sob. The next smack is softer, lower, at the juncture of cheek and thigh, and you swear you feel the ghost of lips graze the stinging skin from the prior hit.

Your skin is burning, not just on your ass, but your face and chest are flushed. The tears that stream from your eyes practically sizzle on your cheeks before falling to Jeongin’s sweatpants. Seungmin’s assault slows, his large hands rubbing soft circles over your backside, somehow soothing and reigniting the flames that lick over the skin there. The room falls silent, the only sound is your soft sobs and Jeongin’s quiet cooing as he continues to pet your hair and whisper encouragement.

“Doing so well, noona, taking the punishment. That’s it, good girl.”

Seungmin stays quiet. After a few minutes, your breathing steadies and the crying stops. You almost forget where you are, eyes closed as Jeongin strokes your face, your hair. Then you feel a fingertip run down your folds, exposed to the open air in your position.

“Little one,” Seungmin finally says, voice thick and strained, “why are you so wet? Do you like being punished?”

A whimper spills from your throat, and you meet Jeongin’s eyes. He nods at you. “Answer him, noona.”

“Y-yes.”

Seungmin groans, and when his forehead thunks down onto your ass, you squeak in surprise. “She’s going to be the death of me, Ayen-ah.”

Before you can respond, he’s pushing two fingers into you, hooking down and finding your g-spot immediately. Your head shoots up with a gasp, hips rocking back subconsciously. Seungmin’s thumb finds your clit, pressing down to give his fingers leverage to thrust in and out of you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, resting your forehead on Jeongin’s thigh, whimpering and mewling while Seungmin finger-fucks you to a very quick climax. 

When you come down, he withdraws his hand, and you turn your head to glance at Jeongin. He has his dick out, stroking it lazily. Your mouth waters instantly.

Jeongin chuckles, shaking his head. “Not yet, noona. Seungmin first.”

Seungmin barks out a small laugh from somewhere behind you. “No, no, by all means. Put her mouth to work.”

You lick your lips, pushing up to shift to the side and get closer. “Innie, please? Let me taste you.”

He groans, hand falling away from his cock as he nods. You don’t hesitate, replacing it with your own hand to guide him into your mouth. He tastes exactly as you expect him to, salty and sweet and spicy and Jeongin. His hands tangle in your hair, soft gasps and grunts falling from his open mouth as you work to take him down your throat. You set a steady pace, sucking him down, before you feel Seungmin press against your entrance.

“Don’t stop, little one. Show Innie how good you can take both of us.” He says, pushing his cock into you slowly. You slow down, mouth still on Jeongin, waiting with bated breath for Seungmin to be fully seated in you. When his hip bones meet the swollen skin of your ass, you twitch involuntarily. His tip presses against your cervix hard enough to have you seeing stars. He pauses, letting you adjust, before he pulls out slowly, fucking into you with slow, calculated strokes.

Jeongin’s fingers tighten, reminding you of your task. “Noona…” His tone is impatient. You grunt, sliding down his shaft at the same pace Seungmin fucks into you with. Seungmin’s hands roam all over your body, shoving the bottom of the t-shirt up to trail his hands up your back and back down. They dig into your hips as he changes the angle and pounds into you, rocketing you forward to gag on Jeongin over and over again. Eventually, Jeongin pulls you off by your hair, groaning about not wanting to cum yet and dragging your face to his for a sloppy kiss.

Seungmin, in a flagrant display of jealousy, yanks you away by your neck, pulling you back against his chest. His hands shoot up the front of the t-shirt to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples while he buries his face in your neck. Every thrust of his hips is emphasized by a gasp or a moan from you, and he bites your throat and shoulder. When one of his hands travels from your breast to lay at your throat, your second orgasm barrels through you. Your thighs quiver, walls spasming around Seungmin’s length, and that’s enough to have him moaning in your ear. He cums buried deep in you, twitching as you milk him dry.

Seungmin unwraps himself from you, pulling out and guiding you down to the mattress, where Jeongin shuffles to catch you in his arms. The bed shifts and a moment later the door opens, but you tuck your head into Jeongin’s neck to catch your breath. 

“Noona, how do you feel?” Jeongin murmurs, lips pressed to the side of your head. You exhale shakily.

“Tired, honestly. My legs feel like pudding.”

“Don’t say that too loudly, you’ll summon Minho-hyung. And frankly, I don’t want to share you with him tonight, noona.” He quips, causing you to laugh. His head moves and you turn to meet his mouth with yours. Jeongin rolls you both over, slotting between your thighs. You hear Seungmin return to the room, closing the door behind him.

Raising your head, you turn to look at him. “Where did you go?”

“To throw out the condom, I don’t have a trash can in here.” He slumps onto the edge of the bed, laying back against the wall similar to Jeongin’s previous position. “Don’t mind me. Carry on having sex in my bed.”

Jeongin scowls, shooting him a glare. “Oh, shut up.” You can’t help the giggle that escapes you when Seungmin just rolls his eyes and gestures at Jeongin to hurry up.

You use your hands to bring Jeongin’s face back to yours, wrapping your arms around him as you kiss him. He trails his hand down your thigh, catching on where your panties were still hooked around one knee and dragging them the rest of the way down. Jeongin disconnects from your mouth to kiss down your neck, to your collarbone. “Seungmin can’t even undress you properly.” You giggle softly.

Seungmin scoffs loudly. “I can hear you.”

Jeongin ignores him, sitting up on his knees and tugging at your shirt, motioning for you to sit up so he can remove it. “There, now you’re properly naked. I don’t know how anyone would let you stay clothed when they could have you naked instead.”

“I’m still right here.”

Jeongin ignores Seungmin again, opting to tug his sweatpants down instead. You shove your hands up his shirt, pushing him to take it off.

“You’re not the only one who wants a naked partner,” you say, shooting Seungmin a glare. 

He rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t even have seen me if I was naked.”

“Whose fault is that?”

Jeongin whips his shirt off and chucks it at Seungmin’s face. “Stop distracting her. You already had your fun, it’s my turn now.”

You take the opportunity to run your hands down his toned abs. “Jesus Christ, Innie, when the fuck did these happen?”

The smirk he gives you makes your stomach flip. Instead of answering, he shuffles back and drops to his stomach between your legs. Seungmin makes some noise of complaint at his personal space being infringed by Jeongin’s legs, but you both ignore him as Jeongin begins kissing up your thigh. “You’re so beautiful, noona. I want to worship you. Will you let me?”

You run a hand down his cheek, caressing the skin and tracing his dimples before nodding. “Always, babyboy.”

He dips his head, wrapping his mouth around your clit. You push his hair off of his forehead, watching him as he licks at you. One of his arms wraps around your thigh, hand resting on your abdomen to hold you down. The other glides over your inner thigh before finding its way to your entrance. You let out a throaty noise when he slips his fingers into you.

“Innie, fuck,” you breathe out, fisting your hand in the sheet next to your hip. He hums in response, the noise vibrating through your core and shooting spikes of pleasure out to your fingers and toes. “Oh my god.”

Jeongin flicks his tongue over your clit then presses it flat, moving side to side. The fingers inside you curl, finding your g-spot instantly, and in seconds you’re cumming, moaning out his name and rolling your hips against his face.

He doesn’t stop, though- he just keeps sucking and licking and flicking and fucking you. He keeps going until you break again, over and over and over, until you’ve lost count, until your throat is dry and you’ve lost the ability to speak, until tears fall from your eyes and your vision blurs from the pleasure. And by the time he releases you, your skin is flushed and you’ve soaked the sheets.

“Innie,” you rasp, frantically seeking him through the fog of desire. He swims into your vision, crowding you to the bed.

“Shh, noona, I’m here. It’s okay,” he kisses your cheeks, your lips, wipes away some tears with his hands. “I’m here, baby.”

You choke on a sob, and he’s kissing you, grounding you with his lips on yours and the taste of you on his tongue. Weakly, you bring your legs around his waist to draw him closer, and the tip of his cock grazes your clit. The kiss breaks as he groans, and the gasp that escapes you fades into a whimper. You angle your hips to seek his cock again, and he tries to pull back.

“Wait, noona, I need a condom-”

“I’m on the pill, just fuck me, Jeongin, please, I can’t wait any longer.”

He drops his head onto your chest, groaning again. When he lifts his head, he meets your eyes. “Do I have to pull out?”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t, but-” He cuts you off by sliding into your wet heat with a short grunt. “Jesus fucking- oh my god.”

“Noona, holy shit.” He hasn’t moved yet, seeming to need a moment to brace himself.

Your legs tremble, from the multiple orgasms and the positions Seungmin had you in, and Jeongin immediately reaches down to support one of them. His lips crash into yours for a hot, needy kiss, and then he’s sitting up, shifting your legs to touch the bed and pulling your hips up to meet his. It punches a moan out of you, so he does it again.

And again. And again and again and again, more moans punched out by every thrust of his hips. You throw your arm over your face as your next orgasm builds, but that causes Jeongin to snarl.

“Don’t hide from me, let me watch you come undone on my cock, noona.”

Then you’re tumbling over, the countless orgasms you’ve already had making you sensitive enough that all it takes is a touch, the first brush of his thumb on your clit for you to be arching off the bed and crying out.

Jeongin fucks you through it, languidly rocking his hips into yours, and once you’re back on earth, he picks up his pace.

“Not gonna last much longer, baby. Are you sure it’s okay to cum inside you?”

You nod messily, eyes still glazed over as you reach a hand up to touch his chest, his pec, his face. “Breed me, oppa, please.”

There’s a cough from somewhere else in the room and Jeongin makes a strangled noise that dies in his throat before his pace picks up once more. After a few thrusts, his movements become more erratic, and then he’s groaning, falling forward to cage you in between his forearms as he empties himself in you.

Neither one of you speaks as you catch your breath. Eventually, you bring your hands to his waist and run them up and down his sides softly. He rests his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay, noona?” He finally asks. You smile.

“Aren’t you tired of asking me that today?”

He pulls his head back. “No.”

You lean up to kiss him softly. “I’m fine, babyboy. Exhausted as fuck. Maybe a little hungry.” Your stomach growls and you both look down at it before you laugh. “Okay, definitely hungry.”

“I can get us dinner.”

You turn your head to look at Seungmin. “You will?” He nods. “Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

He rolls his eyes. “I guess.”

You squeal, and Jeongin laughs, sitting up. He slips out of you and you almost bemoan the loss. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up.” He climbs off the bed, grabbing his sweatpants and stepping into them before heading to the bathroom.

Seungmin crawls over, laying down next to you. You turn onto your side, ignoring how you can feel Jeongin’s cum oozing out of you. Seungmin rolls on his side to face you. “Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi.”

“You don’t hate me, right?”

“No.”

“Will you kiss me now? Please, Minnie?”

He doesn’t answer, just reaches forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling your face toward his. When your lips meet, it’s soft, tentative. You lay your hand on his cheek and press into the kiss more firmly, opening your lips to lick at his, seeking entrance. He grants it, and the feeling of his tongue against yours has you humming contentedly.

Jeongin’s hand on your thigh startles you, pulling away from Seungmin’s kiss to see Jeongin sit and nudge your leg over Seungmin’s hip before pressing a warm damp cloth to your core and cleaning you thoroughly. Seungmin uses a single finger to twist your face back to his, kissing you again. When Jeongin’s done, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket at the foot of the bed and climbs in behind you, kissing your shoulder.

The three of you lay there for a few minutes, cuddling and kissing and giggling, whispering back and forth until your stomach growls again.

“Alright, I need to get this girl some food. Ayen-ah, take her to your room and make sure she rests until I get back.” Seungmin disentangles your legs from his.

“Why can’t I stay here?”

“Well, someone,” he gives you a pointed look, “made an absolute mess of my sheets, and now I need to wash them.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.” Jeongin murmurs from your neck, making you giggle.

“As would I.”

Seungmin sighs dramatically. “Hence why I need to wash the damn sheets.” He bends forward to give you one last kiss, a loud smacking kiss that makes Jeongin curl up his lips.

“Ew, hyung, stop that.”

“You want one too, Innie?”

Jeongin scrambles up and out of the bed, away from where Seungmin laughs on the other side of you.

You just shake your head, smiling. “You’re both idiots.”

Jeongin helps you up and Seungmin hands you the t-shirt you were wearing earlier. You tug it over your head before kissing his cheek and following Jeongin to his room. Once you’re both snuggled under the blanket, you turn to raise a brow at Jeongin.

“So… Oppa?!” You throw your head back in laughter when he groans and hides his face in his hands.

xx

author's note: wahhh this was so difficult to write! I had the hardest time writing the fight, so I apologize if it comes across as rushed. This is the last one in this little series FOR NOW. I will probably do something with minsung x reader in the future, but I still have 2 long-form Chan x reader fics that I'd like to finish and post. I hope y'all liked this! I think I'll be making a masterlist for the series eventually, because this Besties with Benefits story could be endlessly fun to play with. Please stay tuned for more spicy stuff in between my more elaborate stories. Love y'all! xx Minty

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