May, Your Ability To Make Me Feel Things In My Chest Is Unrivaled.

May, your ability to make me feel things in my chest is unrivaled.

okay okay, hear me out.

pegging switch!jisung.

and minho is watching. what if reader got the dick molded after minho's? and obviously jisung is going to be a whimpering mess but what if minho gets fucking jealous because jisung is also making noises he doesn't usually make with minho? so what is reader doing differently with the same fucking dick? it would drive him fucking insane. and then he needs so much reassurance after and jisung would be more than willing to give that to him.

I can't stop thinking about it. ~ 🥟

friend ..... please ........ oh. my. god.

🔞 2.1k words; afab!reader but no gender specified uh ... pegging, unsurprisingly

"Ya-ah," Jisung pants out, every syllable deliciously punched out of him by another one of your languid thrusts into his hole. His expression has long melted into one of sheer pleasure where it's smushed against Minho's hip, his ability to suck Minho's cock long forgotten.

And it's not like Minho isn't enjoying the view, no. Really, it drives him absolutely insane, Jisung, pink and sweaty and absolutely fucked dumb, the knowledge that this is what Jisung looks like every time Minho fucks him into the mattress.

And he knows it's silly, completely nonsensical, to be jealous of you, his own partner, especially when you're fucking Jisung with a picture perfect silicone replica of his own cock, but he can't help it – the self-doubt bubbles, grows, rankling deeply in his chest with every raspy mewl Jisung lets out, every moan that starts low and peters out high, like his body is racked with wave and wave of pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby, ah, BABY," Jisung mewls, as a string of spit runs down his chin. His free hand scrambles to hold onto Minho, fingertips digging into his hipbone. "So good, baby, don't stop, don't fucking ... ah, stop."

Minho's cock twitches, despite himself. He's so hard it hurts, red and swollen and leaking pathetically where its lying against his stomach, still slick with Jisung's spit. How could it not when Jisung looks so fucking gone.

But that was the problem – he had never seen Jisung this gone. In all the years, all the nights of fucking, of lovemaking, of everything in between, never had Jisung looked and sounded so utterly out of his mind with pleasure, moaned so unabashedly, so obscenely that Minho knew they would get complaints.

What was different now? This was a replica of his cock, goddammit. And it wasn't even real. Silicone. It couldn't feel as good as the real thing, Minho knows. Real cock, hot and warm and pulsing, it's better, so much better. But you wouldn't be able to tell, looking at Jisung with his eyes permanently rolled back into his pretty little head.

And it's not like he didn't want him to enjoy it, god no. When you suggested it his heart had plummeted into his cock at the thought of you fucking Jisung. It lived up the hype, too, the image of your pretty hands around Jisung's hips, the focus on your face, the almost crazed look in your eyes as you buried the strap into him. The way you'd kicked Jisung's legs apart earlier, the way Jisung had squealed – that would be seared into Minho's memory for the rest of his life.

But now ... he just ... he didn't, but ... what were you doing that he couldn't? How the fuck were you taking Jisung apart like this, the way Minho had never ever managed to.

The thought gnaws at him, makes his dick soft in record time, though it's not like you can see or Jisung had the werewithal to notice – no, Jisung was drooling his way towards his orgasm with every controlled roll of your hips, every perfectly punctuated thrust, until you reached around him and tugged at his cock twice and then he came, choking on his own spit, gurgling and moaning, spilling and spilling over the sheets and Minho's legs until he has nothing left to give, before collapsing on Minho's chest.

Absentmindedly, Minho wraps an arm around him, watches quietly as you carefully pull out of Jisung, pat his ass when he mewls out a complaint. You're undoing the strap when Jisung finally manages to speak.

"That was the best dicking down I've ever had, hands down, sorry Minho," he giggles, and it's clearly, undoubtedly, 100% meant as a joke, meant to make you feel good about your first time pegging him (or anyone) but it slices right into Minho's chest.

"Ha," he breathes out, a cheap imitation of a careless laugh, but he's clearly lost his edge because Jisung's head whips around to him immediately, and you freeze, your hands hovering over the buckles.

"Hyung ...?" Jisung asks, his eyes wide, full of concern, and Minho can't bear the look of them. The self-doubt in his chest bubbles up, threatens to drown him. As gently as he can, he pushes Jisung off, tries to wiggle back, put some distance between him and them, but the headboard ruins his plans, so all he ends up achieving is pushing Jisung away.

He watches, devastated, as Jisung's lower lips wobbles, before he bravely swallows it down. Fuck, he should've kept it for longer, let Jisung's hormones settle, before he did something so … harsh.

You're unfrozen now, quickly tugging off the strap and carelessly chucking it down the side of the bed before carefully crawling closer to Minho, clearly wanting to be close to him, wanting to understand ...

Minho feels awful.

"It's nothing, don't worry," Minho mumbles, "I'm fine. Just ... felt overwhelmed."

Jisung blinks at him, then down at his soft cock, before he looks back at him with a furrow of his brow. Minho feels ridiculous, sitting there, with his flaccid dick out. Absentmindedly, he grabs one of the pillows next to him, shoves it over his lap. It makes him feel a little bit safer, at least. Creates a barrier between him and you and Jisung ... something he never wanted to want in the first place. Fuck, now there are tears starting to sting at his waterline.

"Minho?" you ask gently, and settle down to sit next to him, facing him, your thigh resting against his. But you don't attempt to get closer. Minho's grateful for that.

"It's nothing," Minho repeats, but Jisung isn't having any of it.

"What do you mean it's nothing? It's clearly not nothing," he exclaims, exasperation clear in his voice. "It's clearly not nothing. Did we do something? I was really out of it, I"m sorry, I don't remember. Did I say something? I probably said something ..."

He looks frazzled, loopy, his chest heaving quicker and quicker, like he's about to fly into a full-blown panic and Minho and you react at the same time.

Quickly, Minho tugs Jisung forward and against his chest, tucking him firmly under his arm. You scoot closer, too, your hand rubbing soothing, grounding circles into Jisung's back, his waist, his hip, anything you can reach.

"It's okay, Jisungie, calm down," Minho coos, but Jisung shakes his head.

"N-no, it's not okay, please tell me what I said, I'm sorry, whatever I did."

You shush him gently, learn forward to rest your head on Jisung's arm, peppering soft kisses up to his shoulder.

"Jisungie, it's okay, he loves you, I love you, it's all okay."

Jisung sniffles, and you are looking at him so tenderly, so full of care and worry as you press another kiss into his skin, right onto one of his beauty marks, and Minho breaks.

"I ... I got jealous," he breathes out. Jisung's head whips up, but Minho keeps his eyes on you. You look at him slowly, calmly. He holds onto your calm, hopes it will tether him through this.

"I was watching you and you were ... you were making sounds I never heard you make and I ... got in my head about it, I got jealous."

With the way he's staring at you, Minho catches the twinge of hurt that flashes over your face.

"It's stupid, it's dumb, it has nothing to do with you, it was all me and my stupid self-doubt," he mumbles, tries to make it better, but something he said must've hurt you, because you're avoiding his eyes now.

Unmoored, no longer tethered, he flounders.

"I swear, baby, please, it wasn't because you were making him feel good, because I enjoyed it, okay? I loved it, it was so fucking hot. I love when you make each other feel good. Hell, I love watching that the most. It was just a moment, just a stupid moment, okay, I just got into my own head."

He doesn't realise how fast his breath is coming until Jisung places his palm on one and presses his nose into Minho's other cheek. Minho tries to swallow down the panic, but it only makes him feel dizzy.

"It had nothing to do with you, ..." Minho mumbles out, pathetically. He reaches out to you, grabs your arm hesitantly, gently tugs at it, a wordless invitation into his arms – one that you take, to his immense relief.

You settle in against his shoulder, almost a mirror image to where Jisung is still cradling his face softly. Humming a melody, his own breath still hiccuping in his chest.

The three of you are quiet for a long time. Tucked into Minho’s arms, his fingers trailing softly over skin, Jisung’s arm slung over so he can touch you and vice versa - until the moment passes, the panic subsides. Lulled back into calm, Jisung is the first to speak.

“I wasn’t being serious, hyung, I hope you know that,” he says, quietly, hesitantly. Minho sighs and Jisung stiffens, but Minho presses a soft kiss into his hair, one that makes Jisung relax again.

“It’s okay if you did,” he murmurs, and he finds that he means it. There’s a twinge where his heart is, but he means it.

Jisung pouts up at him, visibly not at all happy with Minho’s dismissal.

He extricates himself from Minho’s arms and moves so he can straddle Minho’s hips. His groin is still sticky with cum and lube, and it should be gross, but when has Minho ever been normal about Jisung.

You scoot your lower body away from Minho to accommodate for Jisung and Minho’s arm tightens around you automatically. He wants, no needs you close still. Both of you.

“Hyung, I just said it, it was just a throwaway comment. Because, I mean, god, Y/Nie, it was incredible. But it wasn’t better or worse than you Min, it was just …”

“Different,” you finish his sentence, nodding like it suddenly makes sense, “it’s the same with how both of you fuck me. Not one better than the other, both good in their own way.”

Jisung nods, smiles, squeezes your arm affectionately.

“Yeah, it was different. So, so good also because it was different. Because Y/Nie was fucking me, which is so mind-blowingly hot, but also because I could see you. I could hold onto you.”

Jisung leans down, folds himself over Minho and you until he can rest one sweet hand on your back, and cradle Minho’s face in his palm with the other. “I wouldn’t want to trade your cock for the world, hyung.”

He says it so earnestly, blinking at Minho with his big sparkly doe eyes, that it shocks a little giggle out of him. Jisung pouts again, his eyebrows pulling into an adorable little frown.

“Don’t laugh, I mean it! I love your cock!”

He wiggles around on Minho unhappily and in the process, grinds said cock against between his cheeks.

Minho’s laugh peters out into a little moan, and Jisung lights up with an unfairly sexy smirk as he grinds down with more intention.

“Can I show you, hyung?” he asks, “please can I show you?”

He swivels his hips, his wet, hot little hole catching ever so slightly on the head of Minho’s cock and Minho knows he’ll be rock hard again in seconds. He nods absentmindedly. As if it was ever a question.

Then, Minho feels you fingers, trailing a path over his stomach, up to his pecs, before you start rubbing the sensitive bud of his nipple. He gasps, whips his head over to you.

You’re staring up at him, lips slightly parted, watching him so intently he feels like he’s going insane. He dips down and presses his lips to yours in a messy, badly coordinated, but achingly loving kiss.

“Don’t be mad at me, please,” he mumbles against your lips, “I love you. I want you to love each other. I was being stupid.”

You shush him quietly, press another kiss to his parted lips. Jisung is grinding on him in earnest now, though he has slipped further down, allowing his own already hard again cock to slide against Minho’s in a sinuous glide that pulls sweet gasps from his lips.

“It’s okay, I get it,” you murmur, slide your tongue over his teeth sinfully. Minho’s cock throbs, and he nips at your bottom lip, so eager to taste, to devour you he can barely wait for the “I love you” to leave your bitten lips before he dives in and kisses you, hard.

And then Jisung reaches behind him, lines Minho up with his hole and sinks down and Minho sees stars.

“Let us show you how much we love you, hyung,” he rasps out.

And, god, does Minho feel loved.

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I love little 9th member fics. They seem so hard to write so I really appreciate them

9th member reader where skz are on a talk show or smth and the host is saying some uncomfy stuff abt reader being the only girl in a group of boys. the boys would be kinda passive aggressive about their replies because they cant outright say anything for fear of bad publicity and being disrespectful. i like the idea of the boys sticking up for reader in any way they can, even if they have to be sly about it so reader knows they have their back

bite my tongue

stray kids x ninth member!reader

genre: angst

content warnings: sexual harassment (verbal)

word count: 1.6k

summary: when an interviewer decides to pick on you specifically, the boys do their best to hold back and get you out of the situation.

Thank you so much for this request! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

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You decided you hated interviews. There was clearly a difference between how they'd talk to the boys in comparison to how they'd treat you. Whether it was by completely ignoring your existence or sexualising you as the only female in the group, it made you feel awful. The gross comments that were made caused you to feel uncomfortable, yet your demeanour was too shy to fight back. Perhaps that was a good thing, you had 8 other members to defend you at all times anyways.

You were currently doing an interview to promote S-CLASS, your new title track, and it seemed to be a nice atmosphere, a nice sit down conversation where you could talk about your music mixed in with other personal questions to make it more fun. But that was the issue, it wasn't fun. It started off light-hearted, and you worried you were being sensitive and overreacting at first when you suspected the questions you received weren't normal ones, but by the expressions on the boys' faces, you realised you were right to feel this way.

"So, Y/N, tell me, what was it like getting to do a more masculine dance this time? I saw the music video and I was quite surprised at how well you did," the male interviewer started off.

You mouth visibly dropped open in shock, yet you did your best to answer, despite your nerves.

"Ummm, I think my dance skills have improved over the years, yes," you said, not able to make eye contact with the man, not directly saying anything about his prejudiced words.

You had been with Stray Kids from the very start. Yes, the public had their things to say about you being in a group with a bunch of guys, but it had been 5 years now. Of course you were accustomed to the dance style of Stray Kids. You had created your own image through your music and dance, so what if the dance moves were typically more powerful with sharper movements? You were part of the dance line for a reason.

"Our Y/Nnie did so well," Hyunjin ruffled your hair from where he was sat behind you, trying to lighten the mood as he could tell his other members weren't too happy with how you were being treated.

You turned to Hyunjin with a thankful smile.

"So, 3RACHA, you do all the producing for the group right? That's quite a unique situation amongst idol groups," the man asked the group, and nearly everyone let out a sigh of relief and allowed themselves to smile, grateful for a normal question.

"Ah yes, 3RACHA have been together since predebut, so we've worked hard over the years to create music that represents our group and who we are," Jisung nodded and explained.

You couldn't help but check the time on your watch, seeing there was still 10 minutes to go.

"Y/N, how did it feel having to squeeze into your outfit in the MV? I noticed it was quite a tight leather jumpsuit you wore, that must have been difficult to wear considering it clinged onto you so tightly," the man directed his question at you again, and you were taken aback once more.

"It, umm, it wasn't too difficult, yeah... I think it fitted the vibe of the song," you said, clearly uncomfortable as you shifted in your seat.

Why did you get these types of questions? The boys got asked about music, and you instead got ridiculed for your skills and sexualised by the gross man in his mid 40s.

"Don't you want to ask me about how I fitted into my outfit? I've been working out these days," Changbin tensed his arms, flexing and patting his muscles proudly as he took the attention away from you. He seemed to have been thinking the same way as you.

"Maybe you should help Y/N, she's so small and weak, you could do anything you wanted with her," the man suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at you, and quite frankly, you wanted to throw up.

"Have you been working out, sir?" Minho spoke sharply and asked the man, infuriated.

"Oh yes I'm quite strong, can lift just about anyone in this room," he said. The statement of course, inferred he was challenging everyone else, yet his eyes never left your shy and nervous figure sat on the stool.

Everyone could see it. And they knew it was time for something to be done. They didn't think they could last the rest of the interview without punching the interviewer in the face. Yet, they did their best to keep their composure.

"Sorry, sir," Chan began through gritted teeth, tongue poking his cheek, "unfortunately we don't have anymore time for this interview," and he gestured everyone to stand up and follow his lead, exiting the room.

As you did so, you saw the blatantly shocked face on the man's face, Felix wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you left.

The boys were calm, until you made it to your backstage room where you had gotten ready earlier. All hell broke loose.

"What does that man think he's doing?" Changbin slammed his hand down onto the table, making you jump as you stayed quiet.

"I can't believe all those stupid things he was saying!" Minho growled, folding his arms.

"He's disgusting," Seungmin shook his head.

Chan was the angriest of them all, face of thunder as he paced the room. And yet, you couldn't help but feel bad. Surely, that interview couldn't be released now? And it was meant to help promote your new music, and because of your presence in the group, you felt like you were taking that opportunity away from them.

"Y/Nnie?" Jeongin waved his hand in your face to get your attention.

"Hmm?" you shook your head wondering what he was asking.

"Are you okay?" he asked gently, and with all the anger that was in the room, it dissipated with your calm voice breaking through it.

"I guess..." you didn't really know what to say at this point. You felt like you should have been used to it by now.

"I know that look on your face, Y/Nnie, don't even go there," Chan shook his head at you, a frown still present on his face.

"I don't want to do interviews anymore," you suddenly blurted, fiddling with your hands nervously.

"Y/N..." Hyunjin sighed, but you cut him off.

"Every time we promote something we get an interview like this that can't be put out to the public. And it's because I'm here. And then that means our music will be getting out to less people out there and-" you fretted.

"If you seriously think this is your fault Y/N," Seungmin sat up, pure disbelief seeping through his words as he couldn't believe that even with the way you were being treated you still felt guilty.

"Y/N, you didn't make that interviewer say all those gross things towards you," Felix rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

"You actually did really well to still try and answer him," Jisung nodded at you, thinking that he wouldn't have been able to have done the same thing.

"I had to bite my tongue so many times to not shout at him," Changbin gritted his teeth.

"This is why I shouldn't do these anymore, because it just ends up stressing you guys out," you felt bad, sitting down with your leg bouncing up and down.

"You're worried about us? We're worried about you, it's not fair that someone talks to you like that," Jeongin shook his head, hands on his hips.

"Y/N, here's what we're going to do. First, we're going to file a complaint against that guy. And second, for all future interviews we'll get the company to do a thorough check on if they're respectful and actually treat their guests right," Chan began, a plan already sorted in his mind for what action they could take.

"You're part of this group as much as anyone else, we can't represent Stray Kids without you there with us," Minho said like it was obvious, but it didn't feel that way to you.

"But it's always going to be the same thing. I'd rather not risk it again," you say, upset at the situation you had all been put in.

"Chan hyung already said, we can check what the show is like before going on it. That way you can decide from there, yeah?" Felix suggested, hand stroking through your hair as he sat next to you on the sofa.

"Or if you really don't want to do interviews anymore, I'm sure there's a way we can work around it. We could do more company based promotions and Div.1 can help us make our own shows?" Jisung wondered.

"No, I don't want to make things more complicated... I'll do them, I will, I just don't want this to ever happen again. It stresses me out, makes me feel all, gross," you shuddered.

"As long as you're sure, Y/N," Changbin checked in on you as everyone grabbed their things ready to leave the studio.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you mustered up a small smile, leaving with the others.

As you walked to the cars, you spoke up again, speaking louder than your normal quiet voice to catch the attention of everyone else.

"Thanks, by the way guys. Thank you for doing that."

"You don't have to thank us for that, Y/Nnie. We'd do that anytime, you know that," Hyunjin ruffled your hair, him and the rest of the boys now seeming more themselves and happier as you were leaving.

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AWAKEN — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE STORY

“To make up for the lost hours of sleep, you know, we’d like to treat you. Make you feel good,” he explains with a wink.

⏱️ No matter if it’s producing music in the middle of the night or having female guests over—your three kind but loud friends that live in the apartment upstairs make you lose lots of sleep these days. But they propose an idea how to solve this issue. A game, if you will, that shall make up for all the endless hours without rest.

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are the main character in this interactive story. In order to choose whoever you want to end up with, simply select an option after reading [options will be highlighted and have a link attached to them] and follow the path!

🛋️ CONTENT INFO: 3racha x female reader, neighbours au, acquaintances/friends to lovers (?), smut with the smallest bit of plot [so sorry], this has been chilling in my drafts since August 2022!!! and was announced here on 07/08/22 lmao

📖 WORD COUNT: 5.5K [or 12.8K if you read all the paths]

🩷 AUTHOR’S NOTE: Wow, hi. Guess who's back [Eminem's Without Me starts playing]? I hope you enjoy this silly little and lighthearted story. I'd be very grateful if you told me about your thoughts in the comments or a reblog or an ask, especially with who you ended up with!! I always appreciate any kind feedback and I'm super glad to have you guys. I hope you didn't forget about me and are taking care of yourself. And now enjoy!! 🩷

🎲 CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content [not too detailed tags to not spoil anything and also depends on the ending you choose! includes betting with sex as win but with consent, dom/sub dynamics, foursome, semi-protected sex, oral (both m and f receiving), praise and degrading]

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

You can hear them again. Those noises that consist of moans, whimpers and the sounds of a creaking bed that’s right above your apartment. 

‘You’re ready for me, baby? Biiiig stretch, come on, I know you can do it,’ a male voice says.

Oh, right. And words like that. Coming from one of your neighbours.

He lives upstairs with two other men and they all happen to be around the same age as you. You’ve never had any issues, until they moved in. From one day to another everything has become… louder. In any sense of the word. A total cliche of neighbours living above you and doing only God knows what after 10 in the evening. In the beginning you didn’t give it much thought, trying your best to ignore it when they decided to have another music producing session at midnight.

Then they started bringing women over. Oh, how do you know? Well, it’s hard to ignore when they scream your neighbours’ names at such a high volume. Chan, Changbin and Jisung are super kind guys, you’d even call them your friends considering all the things they do around the house and help you with your apartment. They take packages for you when you’re at work, assemble your furniture because it was too heavy or immediately take care in case there’s some issue with your water pipes or your heater.

So, it’s kind of hard to be mad at any of them. However, it’s like a game of bingo every night. Sometimes Jisung happens to record some songs or play instruments at midnight. On other occasions Changbin decides to do a home workout at 3 in the morning. And tonight it’s the oldest of them, having a guest over once again. 

‘Channie, yes, right there. So good.’

The creaking noises of his bed frame and the groans spilling from his lips have been driving you mad. Yes, perhaps you need to get laid. Perhaps, Chan’s nightly encounters have been arousing you. After all, he’s the one who’s getting the most visits and happens to have his bedroom right above yours. 

And yes, perhaps you’ve thought about your neighbour in ways that don’t quite fit any platonic criteria.

The worst part is—whenever you manage to witness him talking a bit too loud during these situations, fully understanding the words he uses with these girls, you can’t hold yourself back anymore and let your hand wander inside your pyjama shorts.

‘You’re taking me so fucking well. Like a real good girl. Come on, baby.’

You’re not proud of it. Not at all. But what should you do?

Maybe go upstairs and either ask them to tone it down or have you be a part of their obnoxiously loud parties. But you’re not ready for that yet.

You give in to those pathetic urges, making yourself comfortable in your bed with only a long shirt covering your upper body so it’s easier for your fingers to graze over your wetness. Spreading your pussy lips apart, you keep listening to the words Chan says to the woman he has over, secretly wishing it was you instead, when one of your digits slips inside with no trouble. You continue playing with yourself, pushing two digits inside, your other hand busy rubbing your clit, while you don’t feel any shame to let those whimpers spill from your lips.

After all, Chan is so loud you doubt that anyone can hear your small little noises when he threatens to tear the walls down with his grunts and pounding—the bedframe hitting the edges of his room, while you hear the furniture glide over the floor, echoing through your ceiling.

Until you get interrupted by a vibration from your phone, indicating you received a message. And it’s from none other than Jisung, the youngest one living in the apartment upstairs. He’s the most teasing one—yeah, unbelievably, considering Chan is perhaps having an orgy right above your bedroom—always using any excuse to get your attention. You play along, but not too much. Regarding your issue of seriously needing to get laid any time soon, you are aware you could just ask Jisung but so far you haven’t built up the courage for that yet.

You reach for your device and read the text.

[Jisung, 23:07]: You looked breathtaking in that skirt today, noona.

That menace.

[You, 23:08]: thank you jisung :)

Another message pops up.

[Jisung, 23:08]: I don’t wanna sound disrespectful but… your curves, baby, they’ve been driving me mad…

You roll your eyes and type another reply.

[You, 23:09]: What did we agree on?

It’s entertaining to flirt a bit with him which is why you play along to some level, but you’re also neighbours and don’t want to make things awkward. This is why you told him from the beginning Jisung shouldn’t get his hopes too high and should keep his advances to a minimum.

[Jisung, 23:09]: yeah yeah no flirting but I can’t help myself i’m sorry baby

[Jisung, 23:10]: besides that… you’re the one touching yourself to my roommate fucking some girl

For a second your heart stops.

He’s heard you. Jisung has noticed that you’ve been masturbating whenever his oldest roommate has brought a guest over. Have the other two—most importantly Chan—realised too? And, God, the other neighbours that happen to live inside this building as well?

You type. You stop. You type again.

Half a minute later you send a message, making yourself seem more suspicious than you want to be.

[You, 23:11]: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You just know he carries the most mischievous smirk on his pretty face right now. But you decide to place your phone away, having enough of his teasing. Besides that, you can’t handle this right now. You’re way too embarrassed while also being distracted by the noises coming from above.

So, the messages Jisung sends a few minutes later won't be read tonight anymore.

[Jisung, 23:13]: Ohhh darling don’t pretend to be innocent now ;) but you know i can keep secrets so don’t worry yeah? 

[Jisung, 23:15]: just like that pretty picture you sent to me the other day. it’s locked away so no one except for me can see it 😇

At some point your body just gave out and finally let you sleep. You got woken up a couple of times during the night but this could have also been caused by your bladder announcing itself after you chugged down a litre of water right before falling asleep. One, because you totally didn’t stay hydrated enough during your long work day. Two, because you really needed something to calm you down after you came around your own fingers to the sound of Chan’s moans and dirty words blurting through the ceiling.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. You can’t even talk to your friends that live upstairs about them being inconsiderate but instead you touch yourself to the sounds they make when having some guests over. Ridiculous.

You enter the gym that’s inside your apartment building, hoping this will help you down from all the stress that’s going on. You’ve finally got a very much needed day off from all the shit that your job has been causing lately. This will be your time, your moment, your opportunity to finally calm down. You’re super optimistic.

Until you see one of the three men in question here. Of course. Changbin basically has his second home here, without a doubt. You do a few of your exercises and routines, until an idea strikes you.

Perhaps, you could subtly talk to him about this ongoing issue. Fuck, why are you even making such a big deal out of it? They’re clearly in the wrong and responsible for you not getting enough sleep. Why is this so hard for you?

You’re sure that describing the issue to Changbin has a high chance of succeeding. Because you feel like he would understand.

“Changbin?”

He turns around, wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Fuck. You’ve underestimated this situation so much—the effect of his arms being on full display is insane. You feel like you’re instantly getting dizzy. Okay, calm down.

“Yeah?”

You gulp, taking a deep breath. You can do this, Y/N. You’re not being chased by some deadly animal, you’re just trying to have a conversation about an issue that has been plaguing you for a couple of weeks.

“Uhm.. I hope this doesn’t sound unfriendly or anything but… these past weeks it’s been really hard for me to rest and get some good sleep because you guys are often a bit loud,” you explain with a small voice.

Changbin’s facial expression immediately turns apologetic. “Oh, God. I am so sorry. We truly weren’t aware. This is awful. How about you come to our place tonight for dinner so we can make up for it, hm?”

You’re not sure if you’re in the mood for some extroverted time but you are very grateful that he’s offering it. Plus—free food.

“Uhm, if it’s not too much stress for you,” you reply, entering the end level of people pleasing although he was the one to offer it.

“Please, not at all. Certainly not when it’s about you, okay? Just be there at 7, yeah? No pressure,” he says, making you feel a bit flustered with his words. You truly hope he doesn’t notice how heat rises up to your face.

“Thank you, see you tonight.”

You ring the doorbell upstairs at 7 sharp. Of course, you’re quickly invited inside—Chan having a wide grin on his face, as he takes the bottle of wine you brought with you.

“We’re glad you’re here,” he says and you follow him to their kitchen. The other two greet you, pulling you into tight hugs, while the oldest is busy preparing the food.

“Thanks for the invitation,” you tell them with a smile.

The food is immaculate, almost making up for all the sleepless nights the trio has put you through. You’re glad they invited you over for dinner—after all you haven’t had much time to catch up with your friends in a while with all the additional shifts you’ve been put through these weeks. So, the sole fact that you can enjoy having a meal with them helps you calm down.

“Have you been alright these days?” Changbin asks all of a sudden, filling your glass with more water. They offered you water alongside the wine and you agreed because you know you’ll be immediately tipsy without it after a few sips considering the fact it’s been a while since you had any alcohol. 

“Yeah… well, just a lot going on, you know? With work and all. But it’ll pass, it’s alright.”

They see the stress in your eyes and your whole posture, their caring nature being activated at the thought that they have the urge to help you. But they’re sure this little dinner is a start.

However, your friends also know that they’re partly responsible for the state you’re in too—after all, they just added more onto that pile of stress by not really paying attention to their volumes at night. So, a delicious little meal won’t be enough, they know that, which is why they’ve come up with a plan.

It may sound ridiculous. To an outside person it would be. But it’s no secret to them that you may enjoy listening to whatever they’ve been doing when the sun goes down.

Yes, listening to Chan having a guest over isn’t the only forbidden thing you’ve been doing.

Whenever Changbin’s workouts at home and the grunts and moans that echo through his room during a session, you couldn’t think of anything else, using those sounds as a mental memory whenever you needed to get some stress off.

And Jisung has been flirting with you over text for weeks now. That stupid half-nude you sent some time ago is gonna haunt you forever. It was in a moment of weakness, really. You were posing in front of your mirror with your pyjama shirt covering not much of your body—your thighs on full display, while your hand was squeezing one of your tits through the fabric.

They’ve noticed all of the above. Unfortunately, the walls are pretty thin in this building.

So, they came up with a little idea. There’s no pressure but since they know that you reciprocate the feelings or, well, arousal they have for you, this might be the chance.

However, nothing works without an apology and after a long talk they came up with the idea of turning this into a game.

“First of all, we want to apologise to you, Y/N,” Jisung begins, giving you a soft smile. It’s the first time that he sounds serious so you believe him.

“Yeah, we’ve been unreasonably loud these past weeks… no matter if it’s producing, just talking or having some guests over, you know,” Changbin adds. Don’t forget about doing workouts in the middle of the night like a crazy person.

Chan nods, scratching the back of his head, “Oh, I’m especially sorry for being so loud whenever a woman visited me, I’m sorry if you heard anything.”

Oh, God. The images that you’ve been fantasising about instantly shoot up to your head again. Why did he have to mention this? The world was working just fine with no one talking about this.

“It’s… it’s okay.” You could have lied but instead you decided to subtly admit that you heard him. You wonder now if he’s heard you too whenever you have touched yourself to the noises that slipped past his mouth. “Just… it’s just the timing, you know, at night. When most people are trying to sleep and all.”

It’s so awkward. But you’re glad they’re the ones making the move in this conversation. You wouldn’t have been able to bring up the topic.

“Yeah, very unreasonable from us,” Jisung says, nodding.

“We’d like to make an offer, Y/N,” Changbin adds. “As an apology for all the stress we’ve been putting on you.”

“Yeah,” Chan speaks, “we owe you that one. We’re sure you’re gonna enjoy it.”

“You guys speak so vague it’s–“

“Only if you’re up for it. You can always decline. But to make up for the lost hours of sleep, you know, we’d like to treat you. Make you feel good,” Jisung explains with a wink.

“W-What?”

“Hm, it’s nothing complicated. And only if you want to. But I’ve been noticing how you stare at me and start stuttering whenever we meet at the gym,” Changbin continues.

“That’s… t-that’s so n-not true,” you stammer, cursing yourself for the irony.

“It’s fine, baby,” Chan says before he leans towards you to whisper the next words, “I’m also more than sure you liked the little audio performance I’ve been giving you, hm? Because I might have witnessed your very special form of applause, too.”

Goodbye, Y/N. It’s time to die from embarrassment. Holy shit. You’re sure they can see how flustered you are. Heat is rising up to your head and might as well just warm up the whole kitchen.

But on another note…

They…

Did they really just say they want to make you feel good?

Or is this that certain dream again you’ve been having for some time now?

“Chan– I’m–“

“Don’t worry about anything Y/N,” Jisung interrupts, giving you a smirk. “I’ve also noticed you ogling me whenever we see each other in the elevator.”

You’re glad he doesn’t mention the picture you sent him and all the teasing that happened over text. That would have been your downfall.

But now that you think about it… isn’t this what you’ve wanted all along? As needy as it sounds? Would it be too weird to give in? After all, they were the ones to offer it, right?

“Okay—I can’t deny it,” you start, nervously playing with the scrunchie around your wrist. “You three are all hot, okay? What can I say? But that’s not my issue, my issue is that you’ve been crazily loud and I can’t seem to get some rest.”

At least that’s what you’re trying to bring the focus on. No one said you can’t have more than one issue. And they’re here to hopefully solve both of them.

“We promise to tone it down from today on, really. But are you still in for a game?”

Okay, good.

“Sure. What are the rules?”

Now that the cards are on the table—well, literally, Changbin just brought some for the game—you don’t care about anything anymore. If they wanna turn this into a game, you’re gonna play. And win.

“They’re simple. If you win, you have a free wish. Whatever you want or need, we’ll give it to you,” Chan explains.

“One billion won,” you joke.

He rolls his eyes but chuckles, “Something within our possibilities.”

“Yeah, alright. What happens if you guys win?”

Chan smirks, “If one of us wins they get to spend the night with you. Treat you like their queen and make you feel good, make up for all the stress we’ve caused.”

That sounds like a win-win situation and you start wondering if they can read through your expression. You try to keep a poker face, pretending to contemplate your choice although you’re already all in.

“Alright. Let the games begin, then.”

Changbin begins shuffling the playing cards and handing eight of them to each of you.

“The rules are simple,” Jisung says, “whenever it’s your turn, you place a card that’s higher than the one that got placed before that. We agree on a colour first that works as a triumph when playing—so for instance, if I choose a diamond king, you can either place a diamond ace or any type of heart coloured card if we agree that’s the colour we’re playing. If you don’t have anything fitting in your hand, you don’t place anything and draw a new card instead and it’s the next one's turn. The first one without any cards in their hands is the winner. Any more questions?”

It sounds simple and similar to a bunch of other games you’ve played before. It should work.

You nod, “I’ve got it!”

“We need your full consent for what’s to follow after the game if you lose. You can always back out, by the way. The safe word is ‘Awaken’,” Chan adds.

One of your eyebrows rises, “‘Awaken’?”

“Well, we’ve been keeping you up all night for the past weeks so why should we stop now?” he explains with a wink.

Oh, Y/N, you’re in for a night.

“Fine. Let’s start,” you say, trying to keep it cool.

Jisung nods, “Okay. Then you can pick up your cards now and since you’re our guest we’ll have you decide which colours we’re playing.”

You grab the papers and try to bring them in some order in your hand, soon realising you’ve got a mixture of all of the colours, no pattern really visible. Two hearts—ace and queen—two diamonds—ace and ten—two spades—queen and jack—and two clubs—king and jack. You’re unsure if that’s good or not.

“So, Y/N. Have you had a look at what you’ve got? What colour are we playing?”

It’s your time to choose now. Do you want to win this game with playing the clubs, the spades, the heart or the diamond?

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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

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

Who You Belong To

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Summary: when you're at an after party and Chan doesn't show you enough attention you start acting up. OR wherein you learn actions have consequences Chan fuck the brattiness out of you

WC: ~1.95k

Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, degradation, spanking, spreader bar, name calling (Babygirl, princess, slut, sweet girl , pretty girl, baby, daddy), unprotected piv sex (please practice safe sex irl), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare (let me know if I missed any, please and thank you)

A/N: this just kinda popped into my head last night and I really needed to get it out there. Kinda sorta proofed but not really.

You're at an awards show party with Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. You've been there for a couple of hours now and you're growing bored. You're all dolled up but Chan has been too busy mingling to pay you much attention.

In your boredom you decide to flirt with some of the other male idols. Surely that will catch his attention. Although you've been nothing but appropriate, you're pushing the boundaries. When you catch him watching you with his jaw clenched, you smirk. You meet his eyes and see the dark warning flashing in them before turning away.

You're standing talking to Hongjoong, your hand resting on his arm when Chan comes striding over. He greets Hongjoong with a nod before excusing the both of you. He drags you by your arm to the side of the event hall with a grip just shy of bruising.

"Chan! I wasn't done talking to Hongjoong!" you turn to face him and try to pull your arm free. A muscle ticks in his jaw and instead of letting go, he tugs you closer causing you to stumble over your tall heels.

He hisses into your ear, "I think you've done plenty of talking for the night. Don't think I don't know what you you've been doing. I'll deal with you when you get home. You have 10 minutes before we leave."

A frisson of equal parts fear and anticipation surges through you. When he releases you and strides off, most likely to bid goodbye to the other members, you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Just what you gotten yourself into.

The car ride home was silent but you could feel the simmering energy crackling between the two of you. When you get back to your shared apartment, he ushers you in. When the door closes, he cages you against, hands on either side of your head, and kisses you deeply until you moan.

When he withdraws, he fixes you with a stare. "I think I need to remind you who you belong to, babygirl. 5 minutes. I want you naked and on the bed on all fours." He swats your ass as you scurry off.

You're undressed and in position within the first minute, but he makes you wait. You can't help the wetness that's already gathering between your thighs in anticipation.

After 5 minutes are up, you hear him enter the room. The bed dips down behind you and he sets something down. You feel the familiar sensation of a leather cuff being wrapped around first one ankle and then the other. He slides a few fingers under the cuffs to check the tightness. Satisfied you won't lose circulation, he clicks open the spreader bar and you gasp.

This is something you've only talked about, and not actually tried yet. The bar has wrist cuffs too, and he draws your wrists between your legs and attaches first one wrist then the other. Without your hands, you're forced to rest on your chest and shoulders. It's not exactly comfortable on your neck, so he props you up on a couple of pillows, then steps back.

"Princess, you look so pretty all trussed up for me."

You runs a hand over your perfectly presented ass and your shiver. "You were flirting with all those other guys, with Joongie, but they don't get to see you like this, do they, slut?"

When you don't answer, he lands two harsh smacks in quick successions, first one cheek then the other.

"No, they don't," you bite out.

Another smack, "no what?"

"No, daddy!" you squeal.

He caresses your flesh with his palm, lovingly. Reverently. "That's right. I think 15 more ought to remind you who you belong to. Count!"

He brings his hand down and you bite out "one!"

He strikes again in the other cheek. "Two!"

He alternates sides, sometimes hitting the top of your ass, or the bottom where it meets your flesh. By 10, you're sobbing and your make up is ruined with tear streaks. "Please! I'm sorry, daddy!"

"Oh, you will be," he growls.

By the time you reach 14, your ass is a beautiful red and warm to the touch but your cunt is absolutely dripping. He soothes your skin with his palms and you moan.

"One more, babygirl," he says. Your thighs quiver with anticipation. You steel yourself for the strike, but this time he slaps your pussy, finger tips just grazing your clit. You jerk in shock and scream "Fifteen!"

He runs a few fingers through your folds and moans. "Fuck, princess, you're absolutely soaked. Did you enjoy that?"

You shake your head vehemently, and he chuckles. "Your head says no, but your body says yes."

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open and you let out a filthy moan.

"You, daddy! My pussy is yours. Please fill your pussy," you beg.

He withdraws his fingers and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. He quickly sheds his clothing and your feel the bed dip behind you again as he lines himself up.

His hands grip your hips so tightly you're sure to bruise. You both let out a hiss as he pushes inside you, taking his sweer time entering you. You're soaking wet, but he knows he's big. You moan when he is fully seated. His girth stretches you deliciously while the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.

"You take me so well, baby girl," he says as he draws his hips back. Your walls grip his length, trying to suck him back in.

He draws back until just the tip is inside, before slamming back into you. He repeats these motions again and again, slowly increasing the pace until he he's pounding into you.

You cry out and he says, "Is this it? Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to remind you who this cunt belongs to?"

"Y-y-ye-yes!" you wail.

"I'm going to make sure this pussy is molded to my cock, pretty girl."

His words make you clench around his cock. "I want to cum... I need to cum," you beg, pulling against your bonds.

"You'd better hold it until I say, baby girl," he says slowing his thrusts. "If you cum without permission, you'll be cumming until you beg me to stop."

You want to be good for him, for your daddy. You're trying your hardest to hold on but his fat cock is hitting your gummy spot just right with each thrust.

"I can't! Please, daddy!" You beg. "Please can I- fuuuuuuck!" You scream.

Before he can grant you permission, he delivers a particularly sharp thrust that has you falling apart on his cock.

"Oh babygirl... you were so close. But you still came without permission."

He continues driving into you as your walls flutter and pulse around him. The sensitivity from your first orgasm has you quickly climbing to a second peak.

You mind goes hazy with pleasure. Each snap of his hips punches a moan from your lips which are parted and drooling. It isn't long before you fall apart a second time.

He stops thrusting, and places a hand on the base of your skull gathering a handful of your hair. Taking care not to pull your roots too much, he hauls you up against him.

Your eyes are closed and you're panting. Your walls still quivering around his cock with aftershocks.

"Color, babygirl?"

"Green," you moan breathlessly.

That's all he needs to hear before he begins thrusting into you from below. With the change in angle he's hitting a new spot inside you.

He threads his other hand in front of you and gently presses against your lower belly. He groans at the feeling of his cock pressing against his hand each time he bottoms out. The added pressure makes you feel so full. You're hurtling towards your third orgasm.

He can feel how your cunt is tightening, bearing down around him. He slides his hand down and circles your clit.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock again!"

You jerk at the contact and scream as your vision whites out and your hearing fades. You cum around him again, squirting and flooding the sheets below you.

You're shattered. Your soul scattered. You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life.

When you come back to your senses, you're lying on your back. Your wrists and ankles are unbound and Chan is kneeling between your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.

When he sees you coming back to earth, he wraps your legs around your waist and presses a thumb to your clit. You hiss at the overstimulation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

He pauses and looks at your with his brow furrowed in concen.

"Color?"

You're so tired and truthfully you don't know how much more you can take. You take a deep breath and whisper, "yellow, daddy."

"Okay princess. You've been so good. Do you think you can give me one more? Daddy wants to cum with you."

You let your gaze roam over him. You know that if you say no, he'll stop immediately. But you look at his cock which is red and angry, covered in your cream and twitching with need. He's so good to you. You want, no, you need him to cum with you.

"Please fill me with your cum, daddy."

"My sweet girl," he moans as he sheathes himself inside your core once more. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Shit, you feel so good princess."

His thrusts are slow, almost gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He begins rambling as his thrusts grow erratic.

"You took your punishment so well. Fuck. My perfect girl. You're made for me."

You moan and clench around him at his praise causing him to groan in response. "I love you, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up!"

He thrusts two more times before he stills deep inside you. You feel his hot cum painting your walls and the feeling triggers your own release. You cum around him a final time with a wail, "I love you too, daddy!"

You cling to him as your contracting walls milk his cock. When your orgasm fades, you all but slump to the mattress, exhausted.

Chan extracts himself from your limbs and pulls out. He walks to the bathroom and you hear the sounds of water beginning to fill the tub. He returns with a glass of water and a warm, wet washcloth.

He helps you drink the glass of water and then begins cleaning you up, taking care with your sensitive, swollen folds.

You're mostly asleep by the time he finishes and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. With your eyes still closed you murmur, "I'm sorry for being a brat, daddy."

He kisses your head whispers "I love it when you're a brat."

He places you on the toilet so you can pee and then settles you into the bathtub. He changes the sheets while you relax before sliding into the tub behind you.

He holds you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. And when you fall asleep, he dries you off, dresses you in one of his t shirts and tucks you into bed.

He kisses your forehead and whispers how much he loves you. He loves when you're a brat. And he loves when he gets to fuck it out of you.

@daydreams-after-dark