I Love Little 9th Member Fics. They Seem So Hard To Write So I Really Appreciate Them

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.

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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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Group Texts* - Slutracha (Stray Kids)

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Sequel to 3rauncha. There will be a third part for vocalracha coming at some point in the future. Now posted: piperacha, the follow up.

Pairings: danceracha x bestfriend!f.reader, Chan x reader fluff at the beginning, references to 3racha x reader [bonus Hyunjin x Felix] Word count: 6.0k [not including 6 screenshots] (unedited, sorry for any mistakes, I'm currently traveling) TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, pet names [reader is called angel, sunflower, kitten, jagi/jagiya, doll, princess, my love], fingering, spanking, impact play, biting, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face-fucking, protected sex (condoms, birth control pill mentioned), choking, orgasm denial (edging), multiple orgasms, m. x m. interactions, vague reference to subspace, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise kink, degradation, Dom!Minho, Switch!Felix if you squint

The same receptionist is working again, shooting you a bright smile and asking about your day as she waves you through. You’re grateful that you’re already a well-known presence at the company- nothing out of the ordinary for you to show up at odd hours. Everyone knows your boys keep a busy schedule.

Your boys. You smile at that, stepping into the elevator. They had always been your boys, but now the context held something deeper, something more. 

The elevator opens on the eighth floor to a weary Chan, glancing down at his phone with his earbuds in. He looks up as he steps forward, face lighting up when he sees you.

“Babygirl, what are you doing here?” He removes an earbud, stepping closer to let the elevator door close you both in. You let him kiss you once you’re alone in the elevator.

“I’m headed to the practice room, Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix are expecting me.” You breathe out against his lips before he’s kissing you again, hands tilting your face back to deepen the kiss. A soft whimper escapes you before he pulls back, a wide grin on his face.

“Working your way through the rachas?” He teases, and you roll your eyes.

“Please. If you didn’t have such a big mouth-”

“-you like my big mouth-”

“-correct, but if you didn’t tell everyone what happened-

“-I only told Hyunjin-”

“-Hyunjin is THE gossip queen and you know it!” You swat at his shoulder playfully, shaking your head with a smile. “Like I was saying, if you hadn’t told anyone, maybe I could have stayed 3racha’s secret for a little bit, and you could have been greedy.”

He laughs, petting your cheek with his thumb. “You know I’m not the greedy type, sweetheart. I share everything with the kids.” His mouth finds yours again, contradicting his words as he claims you.

“Channie,” you whisper against his mouth, “I’m going to be late.”

“Shh, it’s fine, babygirl.” He presses you into the wall of the elevator, thigh slotting between your legs deliciously. You groan, allowing his tongue to sweep in. A minute later, he pulls away. “What time are you supposed to be there?”

“Ten.”

He glances down at his phone and then sighs. “It’s 9:58. Come on, I’ll walk you there, just in case Minho wants to be a hard ass.” Chan threads his fingers into yours and presses the Doors Open button.

“He’s going to be a hard ass regardless.” You retort, rolling your eyes as Chan just tugs you forward.

When Chan opens the door to the practice room, you hear music playing. Stepping in, you see Minho and Felix in the middle of a routine, and Hyunjin is collapsed on the floor in front of them. Minho meets your eyes and stops, heading over to cut the music. 

“Hyung, what are you doing here?”

“I ran into her in the elevator, didn’t want her to get in trouble so I offered to walk her here.”

Minho raises a brow. “How much trouble can she get into in the hallway?” Chan shrugs, grinning. “Ahh, you’re already whipped. Go home, you’ve been dead on your feet all day.”

“Blame Jisung for that, he kicked me out of my own bed!”

“You weren’t in the bed to get kicked out!” You poke his chest before wandering over to throw your arms around Felix for a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Sunshine.”

“Hi, sunflower.”

Chan makes a face. “I’m too tired for this. Take care of our brat.” 

“Sure thing, Daddy!” Felix calls out, making Hyunjin break out into a fit of laughter.

Chan groans, pointing a finger at you. “Your fault.” He disappears out of the room with a wave.

Still in Felix’s arms, you turn to Minho. “I’m on time, right?”

“Despite Chan-hyung’s meddling, yes.” He reaches for you, yanking you from Felix’s grip. You barely have time to react, hand splayed on his chest as he dips forward to kiss you. You melt into him, letting him deepen the kiss and seek out your tongue. When he pulls away a minute later, his brows are furrowed, and you bring up your hand to smooth them.

A small hand grabs you by the waist, tugging you backward, back into Felix’s embrace. When you turn your head, he’s smiling at you. “May I kiss you too?”

You nod, twisting in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Your lips touch softly, once, twice, three times, and Felix is backing you up until you bump into the mirrored wall. One of your hands flattens against the back of his head with the impact, and he uses it as fuel to change angles, pushing you up on the wall and kissing you harder. Your breath catches in your throat and you whimper, his tongue darting forward to taste you.

“I suddenly understand why Han-ah liked to watch last night.” You hear Minho say in a low voice.

Felix pulls away from you, and you open your eyes to catch him grinning. “You’re a great kisser, angel.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Lix.” You reply with a soft chuckle, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“He better not be bad. I taught him how to kiss.” A voice calls from the floor and your face falls neutral, processing.

“Wait- wait, what?!” You glance over, a few steps away, to where Hyunjin is still laying on the floor, hair spread out around his head like a firework. Felix steps back, allowing you to move over to Hyunjin, nudging him with your foot. “Explain yourself, Hwang!”

You hear Felix giggle behind you as Hyunjin scoffs. “Why aren’t you asking him?”

“He wasn’t the one who said something out of pocket!” Hyunjin simply looks up at you before shrugging and closing his eyes again. You turn to look at Felix questioningly. “Lixie?”

The mischievous grin would be enough to confirm but the exaggerated wag of his eyebrow sends you keeling over in laughter. You drop to your knees, shaking your head as you lean over Hyunjin.

“Do you want to kiss me or not?”

He runs a hand through his hair as best he can from his position before opening his eyes. “Sure, princess.” 

Hyunjin reaches for the back of your neck, using his grip on you to drag your mouth to his. Your arm buckles and you tumble into his chest, but he curls around you before rolling to pin you beneath him. You gasp in surprise, and he slips his tongue between your lips and his fingers into your hair. He tastes like strawberries and cream, like your favorite ice cream. His lips are firm but gentle in their dance with yours, and by the time he withdraws, your heart rate is already racing.

“Fuck, Hyune, where the goddamn hell did YOU learn to kiss like that?!”

He eases off of you, resting his head on his hand beside you with a smug grin. “A magician never tells.”

You roll your eyes, poking him in the chest. “Brat.”

Minho appears over you, blocking the overhead light. “Are you going to lay on the floor all night?”

"Absolutely." Hyunjin snaps back, causing Minho to blink at him.

“Where would you rather I lay, Min?”

He lifts a brow at you, glancing over to the couch in the corner. “That certainly seems more comfortable, does it not?”

You shoot Hyunjin a look, but he bites down on his lips with a worried look at Minho. You extend a hand to Minho to help you to your feet, which he does. You wander over to the couch ahead of him, hearing a grunt and a short yell from Hyunjin- guess he got Minho’s wrath anyway. You feel hands grip your waist, dragging you sideways and tumbling to the cushions as Felix crashes into you with a giggle.

Turning to face him, he cuts off your questioning with a hard kiss, pressing into you with his body. Oh. Ohh, Lixie. You whimper when his hand grips your leg, pulling it to the side to make space for him between your thighs. You sweep your tongue over his lips and he parts them, sighing into you. Wrapping your legs around him, you roll your hips up into his, along the outline of his rigid cock.

He breaks the kiss to pant heavily at your neck, dragging his teeth up to the spot below your ear. “Fuck, angel. Let me touch you, please.”

You nod, and Felix shifts, running a hand down your side. Before he gets very far, a hand snakes out to stop him. “Not yet.” Minho says, looking down at you. “Kitten doesn’t deserve it.”

“What?”

“Min, please,” you whine, grasping his wrist. He ignores you, looking hard at Felix.

“Get up. She has to earn her pleasure.”

Felix scrambles up, shooting you an apologetic glance when you whine. He moves further down the couch where Hyunjin sits with open arms, cooing at Felix. You get a quick glimpse of their lips locking before Minho is climbing on top of you, caging you in between his hands and blocking your view.

“Wait, are they kissi-” you don’t have time to finish your question before Minho’s hand is tangled in your hair, angling your face up to meet his mouth. He’s more aggressive this time, teeth gnashing against yours in his urgency. His hand slides up your shirt- Chan’s shirt, the one you borrowed after your shower this afternoon- to cup your breast over your bra. His thumb circles your nipple, feeling it draw taut under the thin lace. His lips continue their bruising path from your lips to your neck, licking possessively over the bite mark Chan had left there last night. Minho sits up on his haunches, shoving your shirt up your chest, motioning for you to take it off. He helps you sit up long enough to rip the fabric over your head. Your lips meet the moment the shirt clears your face. You throw your arms around his neck, dragging him backwards with you as you fall back to the couch. His arm braces against the cushion, preventing you from bumping heads.

“Min, please.”

He trails down your neck once more, kissing and biting his way across the expanse of your chest. Your breath catches in your throat when his lips wrap around your nipple through your bra. His tongue darts out, soaking the lace as it flicks over the sensitive bud. Your fingers thread into his hair, pushing him further into you. 

Minho's fingers slide up to tug the strap down your arm, removing the barrier between his mouth and your nipple. His teeth graze over the soft flesh, dragging a groan from you, and you wrap your legs around his waist to draw him closer to you. He holds firm though, not letting himself be dragged closer. He slips his hand underneath you, deftly unclasping the band of the bra and ridding you of the garment completely before you have time to process. 

You hear a small whine, glancing down to try to peer past Minho. He notices, sitting up and sucking his teeth at you. “Pay attention to me, Kitten. Don’t worry about what Yongbok and Hyunjinnie are up to.”

“But-” Minho's hand slaps your tit, small and sharp. A gasp chokes out of you as you stare at him.

“Are you going to behave?” You nod your head slowly, tensing under his slow gaze down your exposed torso. “Good. Now, let’s take these off.” He loops his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, backing up as he tugs them down. You lift your hips to help him, and he tosses the pants to the floor. In nothing but your panties now, you look up at Minho expectantly.

“Hyunijn-ah, why don’t you both move a little closer so the kitten can watch? Let’s see how well she can multitask.” Minho’s lips curve into a smile, and you hear shifting behind him. Hyunjin stands, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He shoves his hair off of his face and turns to look at you with a coy grin, winking as he saunters closer. He drops to the floor next to you, leaning against the seat so that his head lays back, touching your arm. A moment later, Felix stands, moving from behind Minho. You bite your lip when he steps fully into view, hand on his exposed glistening cock, pumping it up and down. He moves in front of Hyunjin, crowding closer before sliding his cock right into Hyunjin’s waiting mouth, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

“Oh my god,” you whine, biting at your lip as Felix fucks into Hyunjin slowly, gripping him by the hair. Hyunjin braces a hand on Felix’s hip, but Minho grabs it and twists it up over Hyunjin’s head to place it on your tit. Hyunjin squeezes it and moans around Felix, which in turn makes Felix groan. Minho chuckles, moving down to trail a finger over your panties. Your head whips around to watch him lower his head to your thigh, biting the flesh there. The whimper that leaves your throat makes Hyunjin squeeze you again, fingertips moving side to side lightly to tease your nipple. Your chest heaves, Minho bites higher. You brush his hair back, watching his nose nudge at your clothed core. Slowly, he places a soft kiss over the damp lace covering your pussy, eyes snapping up to smolder at you.

Just like he did with the lace of your bra, Minho presses his tongue over your clit, letting the lace soak as he softly flicks his tongue side to side. Your fingers tighten in his hair, causing his eyes to flutter closed momentarily. Minho’s hands find your hips, curling into the top edge of your panties to pull them down, disconnecting his mouth from your body only to let the offending fabric be removed just enough for him to slip his tongue into your folds. The gasp that escapes you makes him grin, his eyes finding yours before his hot mouth closes down on you again.

“Yongbok-ah,” Minho’s voice rumbles against you, making you clench around nothing. Felix hums in acknowledgment, still lazily rutting into Hyunjin’s mouth. Minho pulls back, shifting to drag your panties the rest of the way down and off of your legs. “Why don’t you give her a taste? Keep her occupied for me.”

Felix pulls out of Hyunjin with a wet squelch, and Hyunjin swallows a groan, sinking down when Felix releases his hair. Felix steps over him, moving to straddle your chest. He cups your jaw, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Open up, angel baby.” Holding himself by the base, he nudges his tip past your lips, and you can taste Hyunjin on him. You press your tongue flat against him as he slides in slowly, his head dropping back with a low groan. Felix’s hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek, and when he hits the back of your throat, you glance up to meet his eyes, dark and clouded with lust. Minho’s mouth returns to you then, your brows coming together as your eyes roll back with a whimper around Felix’s length.

He tightens his grip on your cheek. “Eyes on me, sunflower.” Your eyes snap back to him with difficulty, lids drooping as Minho continues his ministrations on your clit and Felix continues to piston in and out of your mouth slowly.

“Such a good girl, kitten, listening to Yongbok so well.” Minho says, changing angles between your thighs. He trails a fingertip through your slick, catching faintly on your clit before grazing over your entrance. Your leg trembles slightly, and Minho chuckles faintly, placing a soft kiss to the flesh of your inner thigh before slipping that finger into you.

Your gasp is cut off by a rough thrust from Felix, his hand slipping up to tangle in your hair. He fucks into you a little more forcefully, and Minho mimics the pace with his finger. You feel yourself clenching around him when he adds a second finger, curling them and grazing over your g-spot.

Hyunjin, not to be forgotten about, twists from his position on the floor to press kisses along your arm, murmuring soft words of encouragement and groping at your tits. The combination of their attentions on you and the way Minho fucks you with his fingers has you tensing with your impending orgasm. Staggered, broken moans and whimpers build in your throat, punched out with every forward motion of Felix’s cock. Minho coos at you, encouraging you to fall apart, and buries his face in your cunt again. Just as you’re cresting the precipice, Minho pulls away, withdrawing his fingers and saying something to Felix that you don’t hear over the thundering in your ears.

Felix pulls himself free from your mouth with a grunt, and before you can blink, Hyunjin’s mouth is on yours.

You don’t kiss him back, still reeling from your ruined orgasm and getting face-fucked, but he swipes his tongue across yours and pulls back with a giggle. Minho’s fist is in his hair.

“Don’t be a brat, too, Hyunjinnie, or you won’t get to cum either.” Minho pushes Hyunjin away from you, and he crawls over to descend on Felix’s cock once again.

“Wha-what- Min- why? Why, I was so cl- I don’t un-” You stammer, and Minho leans over you, a saccharine smile scrunching his eyes.

“I told you, kitten, you have to earn your pleasure.” His hand ghosts over your cheek as you gape at him, unable to form a coherent response. “If you continue to be a good girl, I won’t deny you again. But if you misbehave-”

He tuts, glancing over at Felix and Hyunjin. “If you misbehave, I guess you’ll only get to watch them.”

“Hyung, I’m not going to last much longer.” Felix gasps out suddenly, over the sound of Hyunjin gagging on him. 

You stare at Minho as he narrows his eyes, pursing his lips for a moment. “Okay. You can fuck her first.” Minho finally responds, looking at you with a raised brow. You nod, still dazed, then glance over at Felix. Hyunjin backs off, heaving for air and wiping the drool from the edges of his mouth, shooting you a devious wink and mouthing ‘you’re welcome’ at you. Felix shuffles closer and Minho moves off the couch, walking over to the cabinetry to grab something. 

Felix settles in above you, bending down to kiss you. “You still okay, angel?” He asks softly, thumb grazing your bottom lip. You nod, and he gives you a half smile. “Can you say it, instead of just nodding? For me?”

“Yeah, Lixie, I’m okay.” You reassure him, earning a genuine smile that he buries in your neck in relief.

“Thank God.”

Minho taps his arm, holding out a condom. Felix takes it, sitting back on his haunches to open it and roll it on. Once he has, he grips your thighs, pulling you down the couch far enough for Minho to slot in above your head. Felix guides himself to your entrance, sliding in as slowly as he had slid into your mouth.

Because you haven’t cum yet, the sensation of his cock filling you makes you whimper. The stretch isn’t terrible, but your fingers search for something to grip anyway. Minho’s hand curls into yours, and you feel his other hand run over your brow to smooth out the discomfort knotted there. By the time Felix is fully engulfed by your walls, Minho is bending over to press soft kisses to your forehead.

“That’s it, jagi, you’re doing so good.”

Felix grips your thighs still, pulling your hips up to meet his and wrapping your legs around him. “Fuck, she’s so tight, hyung. I don’t know how long I can fuck her. She’s clenching down around me.”

“Jagiya, relax for us,” Minho coos, still kissing your face, “you’re going to make him finish before he can get you off.”

You relax, trying not to clench so much, and Felix makes a strangled noise. Minho chuckles before shifting back. You whine at the loss when his hand disappears from yours, and Felix drops down to kiss you. 

“Angel.”

“Lix,” you pant into his mouth as he slowly retreats from you then slips back in, mouth hovered over yours. “You feel so good, babyboy.”

He drops his face to your neck with a whine, mouthing at your collarbone as he continues his torturously slow pace. You run your fingers through his hair and down his neck, scraping at the skin. Felix shivers, bringing his head up to glance at you before pressing a frantic kiss to your mouth and backing up. He repositions, changing the angle he’s fucking you and picks up his pace a little.

“Kitten,” Minho peers over from above, drawing your attention, “can you handle more right now?”

“Yes.”

A wide grin spreads on his face before he shifts, lifting himself over you to bring his cock to your mouth. You have to tilt your head back a little to reach him, and it’s a slightly awkward angle, but you manage to take him completely. He makes a small noise when your nose nudges his balls. Felix uses this moment to thrust into you roughly, rocking your body upward and into Minho, making you gag slightly. Minho pulls out for you to catch your breath, but you grip his hips and pull him back.

“Oh fuck.” You vaguely recognize the sound of a camera shutter, but pinned in between Felix and Minho, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Minho and Felix work in tandem, pulling out and pushing back into you at opposite times. The new angle Felix has you in makes his cockhead hit your g-spot with every thrust, and soon, you’re whining and whimpering around Minho as your pleasure builds. Felix swears, hips stuttering as you clench around him, running toward your orgasm. Your body starts to tense, and Minho notices, your fingers digging into his skin.

“Yongbok-ah, help her out.” Minho gestures at you, and Felix brings his hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles and shooting you right toward your climax. Minho slows his hips, a hand on your face as he murmurs his permission. “Cum for us, jagiya.”

Stars explode behind your eyes as you tumble over the edge. You feel Felix stutter again, groaning as you clench around him to ride the wave of your climax before he pulls out of you with a gasp. Minho withdraws far enough for you to suck in a deep breath, swallowing down the excess saliva from him fucking your mouth. The aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you momentarily before you’re whining and bucking against Felix’s hand still rubbing your clit. Minho bullies his way back into your mouth, gripping the sides of your throat with his thumbs pressed into your arteries as he fucks into you more forcefully than he had done. You gag, trying to push him off, but he grunts suddenly and you feel him emptying down your throat. He pulls out quickly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Are you okay, kitten?” He helps you sit up as you choke a little bit, and a water bottle appears in front of your face. You nod, taking the water and giving Hyunjin a grateful smile before taking a swig.

“I’m good, I just got a little surprised.” You cough and clear your throat, and Minho gives you a guilty look. “Min, stop, I’m fine.”

“I got a little carried away.”

“Do you hear me complaining?” He relaxes at that, and you turn to face Felix, who is slouched on the cushion. “Did I force you out?”

He gives you a harried look. “No, sunflower, I pulled out because I came.”

You glance down at his cock, half covered by his hand in the position he’s splayed in. “Oh! Okay good, I was worried for a moment.”

“Sorry it was quick.” He says, exhaustion lacing his tone. You giggle.

“Lix, that wasn’t quick, believe me. You got me off, that makes it a great experience in my book.” He sends you a soft smile, and you take another sip of water before closing the bottle and setting it down.

Turning toward Hyunjin, you sink to the floor on your knees, crawling the three steps towards where he sits, leaning back on his arms. “Hyune.”

“Hi, doll.” He wraps his arms around you as you climb into his lap. You throw your arms around his neck, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands drift down to your ass, squeezing the flesh. The motion rocks you against the bulge in his sweatpants, causing you to sigh.

You let your head drop to his shoulder, nudging the collar of his shirt aside with your nose so you can lick at the dried sweat along his clavicle. Indulging a secret fantasy, you wrap your fingers in his hair and give it a small tug. He responds by digging his fingers into your ass cheeks, grunting as he rocks you forward once more. 

Dragging your tongue up the side of his neck, you lean in to whisper in his ear. “Will you fuck me too, Jinnie?” 

Without a word, one hand leaves your ass to come around and yank the band of his sweats down, allowing him to pull out his cock. You don’t hesitate, lifting your hips for him to guide the head of his cock to your pussy and you sink down on him slowly.

He’s bigger than Felix, longer and just a little thicker. “Oh, Jinnie, fuck.” Your head lands back on his shoulder. He groans in your ear when you lift yourself up enough to rock forward, fucking yourself down on him. You tug his hair again, guiding his mouth to yours as you ride him.

“Wait,” Hyunjin says, pulling away from your mouth, “I want you on your knees.”

He helps you climb off, and you kneel in front of him, a little unsure. “Like this?” He shakes his head, circling his finger.

“Turn around, my love.” You do as he says, turning around to face Minho and Felix on the couch. Felix is watching intently, bottom lip caught between his teeth, and Minho is leaning to the side, head resting on his hand and a smirk on his face. Hyunjin’s hand pushes between your shoulder blades, and you fall forward onto your hands. “Want you like this.”

He enters you again, causing you both to groan. The new angle makes him slide deeper as he ruts into you over and over. Your breath comes out in shallow pants and whimpers until your arms give out, sliding your chest to the floor. Hyunjin growls behind you, hand gripping the back of your neck as he fucks into you harder. Your name tumbles from his mouth like a prayer, and he brings his free hand to your clit. The second he makes contact, pleasure washes over you.

Hyunjin never slows down, fucking you through your orgasm before dragging you up by your arms, pressing your back to his chest as his cock hits your g-spot, edging you closer to another climax. His hand wraps around to press against your sternum, and you grab it to drag it to your throat. The move makes him bite down at the back of your neck while his long fingers wrap firmly around your throat, tightening just enough to have your eyes fluttering closed.

“Just like Chan-hyung, hmm?” He murmurs in your ear, and you clench around him. “Did he choke you too, doll?”

“Y-yes.”

He chuckles darkly, and suddenly you feel something warm and wet on your clit. Your eyes shoot open and you gasp, seeing Felix laying on his back, face disappearing between your legs. You let out a moan in realization, and a moment later you’re cumming again.

“Fuck, Felix, don’t stop, she’s clenching so much.” Hyunjin pushes you down, changing the angle that Felix’s tongue presses against you. You brace yourself against Felix’s bent knees, resting your head on one of them as Hyunjin’s hips stutter. Felix’s hands find your nipples, tugging them ever so gently, triggering another orgasm. Just as you recover, Hyunjin groans loudly and pushes your hips away quickly. When you turn your head around to check, you see him bury his cock into Felix’s upturned mouth and cum with a low moan.

You watch, fascinated, as Hyunjin pulls his softening cock from Felix and bends down to kiss him softly, whispering something that causes Felix to laugh and flick a piece of Hyunjin’s hair that hangs down between them.

“Um, what the fuck was that?” They both whip their heads to you.

Felix clears his throat. Hyunjin ducks his head in embarrassment. “I wasn’t wearing a condom, so I figured you wouldn’t want me to cum inside you. I’m sorry.”

You blink at him. “Okay, that’s very courteous of you. Don’t apologize, Hyune, I’m not mad.” You bring your hand to your forehead as you collapse onto your ass, facing them. “No, actually I am mad. You’ve been fucking and I didn’t know? I could have been watching all this time?”

They both giggle, realizing you aren’t truly upset, and Felix brings a hand up to cover his mouth. “Wait until you find out about Minho and Jisung.”

Your eyes go wide and you whip your head around to look at Minho, who grins like the Cheshire cat. You make a face. “Actually, that one doesn’t surprise me.” You turn back to Felix and Hyunjin, who are being extra touchy with each other, playing with each other’s hands. “I can’t believe neither of you told me.”

Hyunjin shrugs. “No one really knows except the members.”

You snort. “Tell that to the STAYs who call you boyfriends.” They just laugh and Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Okay well, I guess I should have seen that coming then.”

You crawl over to give Hyunjin a soft kiss before ducking down to give Felix one as well. Then you stand up and make your way to the couch where Minho opens his arms to you. You collapse into his lap, curling up to rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hands down your back and resting them on your ass.

“Hyung, we’re going to wash up.” Felix says a minute later. Minho grunts in acknowledgement. “Do you want anything from downstairs?”

“Get her some tea for her throat.” Minho answers, and you lift your head to look back at them.

“I could use a snack too. You guys know what I like.” You tuck your head back into Minho.

“Absolutely, angel. We’ll be back.” You hear the door open and close with a soft click.

You lift your head to look at Minho. “I thought you hated cuddles.”

He shrugs. “I don’t hate them. There’s a time and a place.”

“Now’s the time?”

“We’ve been rough on you.”

“I can handle rougher things.”

He snorts in laughter, squeezing his hands into your ass cheeks. “I’ll tell Seungminnie, he’ll be happy to hear that.”

You roll your eyes, and he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. When he pulls back, you bring your hand to his cheek. “Did you want to fuck me, Minho?”

“We can do that later. You’re too tired.”

You straighten, giving him a look. “Says who? I’m not too tired.” You scoot back, reaching for the waistband of his pants to pull them down.

“Jagi, we don’t have to.” He argues weakly, and you just raise a brow at him when you wrap your hand around his cock, making a face when it hardens in your grasp.

“Tell that to your dick. I’m pretty sure he didn’t get the memo.”

Minho’s eyes narrow, and you swallow. “Kitten, don’t start being a brat now. You were good, and we let you cum. Is this how you thank me?”

“No, sir.”

His cock twitches in your hand. “Oh, jagi, see how good you can be without being told? I haven’t even fucked you and you already know my title.”

You inhale sharply. “Sir?”

“Yes, kitten?”

You give his now fully erect cock a soft pump. “Will you please fuck me?”

The next thing you know, you’re flipped onto your back on the couch. Minho’s slotted between your thighs, a hand to your throat as he hovers over you. “You wait here like a good kitten while I put on a condom, and then I’ll fuck you. Understood?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

He releases your throat, sitting back and reaching for a condom on the couch behind him. He wastes no time ripping open the packet and rolling it on, and then he’s back between your thighs, lining himself up.

“You ready, kitten?” He asks, and you nod.

“Please, Minho.”

He bends down, bringing your faces closer before pressing into you. He’s not as long as Hyunjin, but he’s thicker, curving up to rub against your g-spot with every thrust. You wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he fucks into you at a steady pace. 

“Jesus, jagiya, you’re soaked.”

“That’s what you boys do to me.” You arch up into him, whimpering.

When he ducks his head into your neck, he bites into the skin there, trailing marks down and around to the other side. He builds you up to your climax slowly, shoving a hand between your bodies to press against your clit. The moment he does, you cry out his name as you fall apart.

“Min- Minho, god, fuck, Min-”

He shushes you, bending forward to kiss the corners of your eyes where tears escape as you climax. “There’s my good girl. Shh, there you go.”

“Min, want you to cum- shit- cum for me.”

He kisses you firmly, teeth clashing as his tongue dances with yours, drinking in your moans and whimpers. He breaks the kiss and shifts, bringing your legs up to your chest. “Cum for me one more time, jagi. Cum with me.”

Minho’s hand returns to your clit, just as his thrusts become more erratic. That’s all it takes for you to break, the wave of your pleasure crashing over rocks. Your back lurches off the couch with the effort, a whine escaping you as you spasm around Minho, and then he’s grunting and spilling himself into the condom and collapsing onto you.

You both lay there panting for a minute before he pushes back, sliding out of you and discarding the condom into a tissue somewhere behind him. You’re vaguely aware of the door opening, turning to see Hyunjin and Felix returning.

“I guess we missed it.” Hyunjin says cheekily. Minho glares at him.

Felix wanders over to you, squatting down beside you to move some hair out of your face. “How do you feel, angel?”

You let out a heavy sigh. “Tired, honestly. I’m worn out.”

He smiles at you. “Can you sit up? I have some chamomile tea for your throat.” Minho helps you sit up, and you take the paper cup from Felix.

“Thanks, Lixie.”

Hyunjin brings you your clothes, having picked them up from the floor, and places them beside you along with a cup of fresh cut fruit. “Whenever you’re ready to go, doll.”

“Do you want us to take you home? Or will you come back to the dorms with us?” Felix asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“I’m happy to come to the dorms. The 4racha dorm or the Cuties dorm?”

The three of them look at each other, making faces as they think about it. 

“Why don’t you cuddle with Hyunjinnie tonight, jagiya. I can ask Jisungie to come over, and we’ll make sure Yongbok gets the cuddles he needs.” Minho says, leaning over to kiss your forehead. You smile, glancing over at Felix.

“Is that okay, babyboy?”

He nods. “I might wake you both up for snuggles in the morning, if that’s okay.”

You look over at Hyunjin who is already smiling at Felix. “I think that sounds great, Lix.”

xx

author's note: welp, I fear I have girlbossed too close to the sun. Writing this was so difficult because I kept getting overwhelmed by the hyunlix moments. I hope you all like it! Vocalracha coming ...eventually lol. xx Minty

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SORSHA it's so good. I thought about tagging you earlier too!

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. ~ 🥟

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"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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