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Now that this series has concluded, I need to reblog this again.

This is really and truly so well written and explores a lot of human emotion.

It's a long read, but oh so worth it. I'm sure I'll be back to read it again

🌊 ೃ‧₊◜ sea may rise, sky may fall masterlist

pairing: lee know x f!reader x han jisung

summary: fate drives the last piece of the puzzle to take down your worst enemy right into your hands in the form of han jisung. you don't expect him to take your whole world, and turn it upside down; worming his way into your crew, into your heart – and your complicated relationship with minho. redefining what it means to live and to love, despite it all.

word count: 108k

series warnings: 🔞 smut and angst, but also, this is a pirate story, so we are dealing with period typical warnings! There is blood; violence; abuse; murder; death (no main character death!! this story has a happy ending); mentions of parent and pet death; grief and ptsd; mentions of prostitution and sexual assault (not graphic, in the history of main characters); consensual sexual intercourse, also under the influence; unprotected sex with the pullout method (condoms weren’t invented yet, okay; pulling out does not work!! don’t do it!! this is fiction!!); lots of mxm action

epigraph

chapter I

chapter II

chapter III

chapter IV

chapter V

chapter VI

chapter VII

chapter VIII

chapter IX

interlude

chapter X

chapter XI

interlude

epilogue

*chapters in italics are supplemental poems

asks and thoughts about the sea may rise, sky may fall universe

skzms' masterlist // ko-fi

disclaimer: before someone comes into my inbox - I know pirates wouldn’t bathe much while at sea, that they didn’t eat this lavishly, that women weren’t allowed on ships because they were supposedly bad luck, and I also know that absinthe doesn’t actually fuck you up. I did research, but I also tweaked the colonial history of the bahamas to my liking because - this is a sexy little pirate fanfic, and I make the rules. don't @ me, I will not engage.

huge, and I mean gigantic shoutout to the love of my life @stayconnecteed for sending in the ask that started it all. this series wouldn't exist without you!! I'm so serious!! thank you!!

🔖 series taglist closed! general taglist open!

series taglist: @drunkewok @fixation-dump @badmaeda @luminouskalopsia @leetoes @leeknowyah @pynchkilledme @cotton-candycloudz @devilsmatches @notevenheretbh1 @jamlessstars @kiaralynn3838 @kayleefriedchicken @adorepjw @miss-fallon @emmxxsworld @ot8girlfie @opfop @moonlightndaydreams @chaeryred @skzswife @lac3ybow @kkamismom12 @itsseohannbin

Group Texts* - 3rauncha (Stray Kids)

+ bonus *drabble, NSFW

Besties with Benefits series masterlist

Follow up to this post, also this and this due to some references made. Not required for comprehension though, just added flavor.

EDIT: slutracha and piperacha have been posted as follow-ups

Pairings: 3racha x bestfriend!f.reader Word count: 6.9k [not including 6 screenshots] note: unedited, I hit post instead of save draft, oops, but now you get pure porn a few days early, happy weekend! lol TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, mentions of Bubble, pet names [reader is called bunny, baby, jagi/jagiya, lamb, babygirl, sweetheart], lingerie, fingering, spanking, biting, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face-fucking, protected sex (condoms, birth control pill mentioned), choking, creampie, cum eating, multiple orgasms, vague reference to subspace, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise kink, degradation, breeding kink, Daddy!Chan, slight Sub!Jisung if you squint

The elevator dings, signaling your arrival on the eighth floor. Tucking your phone into the outer pocket of your coat, you step out into the corridor, high heels clicking on the tile as the bottom of the coat flutters around your calves. You’re grateful the receptionist recognized you downstairs, handing you a visitor’s pass and telling you to say hi to the boys. Anyone else would have assumed you were an escort.

You certainly had dressed the part.

It’s a few minutes past midnight by the time you stop in front of the 3RACHA studio door. You can hear the low murmur of Changbin’s voice inside, followed by a quick exclamation from Jisung and Chan’s signature giggle. Smiling to yourself, you smooth down the lapels of your coat before rapping against the door with your knuckle.

Not a second later, the door opens, Jisung’s big eyes meeting yours.

“You made it!” His arm reaches for you, curling around your waist as he pulls you into the room and shuts the door. You don’t miss the click of the lock.

“Hi, Ji.” You bend forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering a moment longer than you typically would for the familiar gesture. His fingers squeeze into your back briefly when his breath hitches.

“Look who decided to show.” Changbin’s voice makes you pull away from Jisung, smiling as you turn to face him where he sits on the couch. He gives you his normal smirk, no indication that he knows what Chan suggested in his text.

Except the obvious hard-on he’s trying to hide beneath his tablet.

“Aw, Bin, did you think I wasn’t going to?” You take a step toward him, bending forward to kiss his cheek, feeling your coat droop just enough to flash him some cleavage. You stay peering into his eyes while his glance slips down at your chest before meeting your eyes again. Somewhere behind you, Jisung groans.

“Well you’re late.” Chan speaks up, chair swiveling to face you. You turn your head to see him, his eyes roving down your body, taking in your appearance. “Is this why you’re late? Did you dress up for us, lamb?”

Straightening, you simply set your purse down on the desk beside Chan, leaning past him to do it. He rolls his eyes at your blatant distraction tactic but falls for it anyway, biting his bottom lip when your chest nears his face. “Ji, will you take my coat for me?” You keep your eyes locked with Chan, raising a brow in challenge when he lifts his chin and stares down his nose at you.

Jisung’s arms wrap around you to untie your coat, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts clumsily. You retrieve your phone from the outer pocket just as Jisung pulls the lapels open and drags the coat off of your shoulders, down your arms, and finally away, draping it over the back of the couch. You place your phone down on the desk next to your purse, contemplating your next move- you want to kiss them, but you aren't sure who to start with.

“Fuck, you goddamn tease.” Chan decides for you, gripping your hips and yanking you down into his lap suddenly. Before you can process the move, his soft lips find yours, one arm pressed up your back to support your head against the onslaught of his mouth. You bow backward with the force of his kiss, whimpering when the hand still on your hip squeezes tighter. The sound grants him access, tongue slipping past your lips to caress over yours, sliding over your teeth before retreating. Your own tongue chases his back into his mouth, and once you're past his lips, you wrap a fist in his curls and tug, changing the angle of the kiss.

“Oh my god, why is that so hot?” Jisung whines behind you, causing you to smile against Chan's lips. The kiss slows, pulling away briefly to catch a breath and then placing a wet kiss on his mouth again, then a third, fourth, fifth time. Chan nibbles at your bottom lip before letting you pull away. When you open your eyes, his eyes are on you, blown wide with lust. Without breaking his gaze, the hand that's not threaded in his hair whips out, reaching for Jisung. You hear him step forward, grabbing your hand, and you slide your hand far enough up his arm to yank him down to you, turning your head to meet his. He almost misses your mouth, a startled noise escaping him as he bends to you. Unlike Chan, his mouth is hot and firm, lips parting instantly to suck at your bottom lip, tongue tracing the edge of it between his teeth.

Chan's hands slip down your back to smooth over the swell of your ass before pushing you forward, rocking you over the very obvious bulge in his shorts. You gasp into Jisung's mouth, the bottom edge of your little black dress barely covering Chan's view of your panties. Jisung's free hand comes up to cup your breast. You rock forward to push your chest out, pressing yourself into his hand and against Chan's bulge again.

“Yah! Quit being greedy, give me my bunny!” Changbin exclaims, interrupting Jisung's assault on your mouth.

“Alright, babygirl, get up,” Chan says, patting your thigh as Jisung slips his hands under your arms to pull you to your feet. “Go give Bin some attention before he alerts the entire building to what's happening here.”

Changbin makes a face at Chan as you stumble over to him with Jisung's guidance, your heels catching on the carpet slightly. When you're close enough, Changbin tugs you down to sit sideways in his lap. He nuzzles your neck, kissing the skin there. “Did you wear these for me, bunny?” His hand squeezes your skin where the fishnet thigh-highs end, fingertips tugging at the small pink bow at the top of the lace border. He brings his face up in front of yours, looking into your eyes as he waits for an answer.

You nod, slowly, inhaling before you speak. “That's not the only thing I'm wearing for you.” You watch his eyes roll back as he groans, surging forward to press a searing kiss to your mouth. His other hand comes up to twist around the loose strands of your hair, tugging enough to have your mouth fall open for his seeking tongue. You feel another set of hands on you, jumping at the sudden sensation.

“Shh, baby it's just me. Keep kissing Bin, I'm just going to touch you.” Jisung says in a hushed tone, trailing his hands up both legs, squeezing at the flesh below the netting. Changbin detaches from your mouth to drag his lips across your jaw, nibbling at the skin just below your ear.

“You sure you’re okay with this, bunny?” He asks quietly, the hand on your thigh coming up to cradle your cheek. He pulls your face to look at him, eyes full of concern.

“Yes, Binnie. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t sure.” You smile softly before your brows knit together. “Just promise me this won’t change our friendship.”

“It won’t,” Changbin promises, kissing you gently. 

“Good, because you guys are my best friends, I don’t want to lose that.”

Jisung’s hand shakes your leg, drawing your attention. “You’re not going to lose us, baby.” He holds your gaze, sincerity written all over his face. You hear Chan hum in agreement, and the need that ripples through you gives you goosebumps. You reach out to Han, tangling your fingers in his shirt to drag him to you for a hurried kiss.

He groans into your mouth as you thread your other hand into Changbin’s hair, his mouth returning to your neck. Hands roam over your body but you’re too distracted to pinpoint which touch belongs to either man. Someone grazes your breasts again, pulling down the molded cups of your dress for them to spill out. Fingertips dance over a nipple, caressing it to hardness before pinching, drawing a whine from your throat that makes your head roll back. Disconnected from your mouth, Jisung drops his head to your other breast, gathering as much of the flesh between his lips as he can.

A hand slips up your thigh under your dress, passing over the lace of your panties. Changbin groans. “Stop. We need to get this fucking dress off of her, I need to see what she’s wearing underneath.”

Jisung pulls back, tongue hanging out as he takes in the sight of you- head lolled back, eyes lidded, mouth parted, neck flushed from Changbin’s mouth, tits out and covered in his saliva.

He adjusts himself, already hard in his joggers. “Come on baby, stand up.” He stands up, taking both of your hands to guide you up onto your feet. He spins you around slowly, facing you toward Chan and Changbin. His hands come around to give your breasts a squeeze, and your head falls back onto his shoulder with a soft sigh. “So responsive.” He chuckles, kissing your shoulder.

You reach for the zipper on your back, but his hands find it first. “Thanks, Ji.” You whisper. He simply kisses your shoulder again, dragging the zipper down and pushing it apart. The sleeves fall off your shoulders before the dress slips down, pooling on the floor. Changbin gasps, Chan groans, and Jisung bites your shoulder. You run a teasing hand down your body, over the pink lace of your open-cup bra (a somewhat pointless garment, really, offering no support) down to the untethered garter belt sitting at your waist (another pointless garment, since you hadn’t hooked it into your fishnets in your haste to leave). Your panties, in the same matching lace as the others, were soaking as they drank you in. “Do you boys like your present?”

Changbin pushes to his feet, crossing the room in two steps to grab your hips and pull you into him. “You wore pink.”

You squeeze his arms once before you wrap your arms around his neck. “I did.”

“You hate pink.”

“You love pink.” You answer softly, glancing down at his mouth before meeting his eyes. Something swims in them, something you don’t have time to process before he’s leaning in to capture your mouth.

Jisung guides you both forward, pushing you when Changbin’s calves hit the couch as he backs up. He falls into the seat a split second before you’re pushed down into his lap, straddling him and reconnecting your lips to his.

“Aw, look, Chan-hyung. Even her heels have pink bottoms.” Jisung says behind you, and Changbin whines- actually whines- into your mouth.

“Sweet little lamb. She’s such a good girl for us.” Chan praises and you whimper, breaking the kiss. Resting your forehead against Changbin’s, you pant slightly. “Oh, did you like that, babygirl? Do you like being called good?”

Eyes squeezed shut, you nod, and a hand in your hair tugs your head back. Your eyes shoot open, looking upside down at Chan where he stands behind you. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” You gasp out when someone pinches your nipple.

He raises a brow at you, bending over and crowding his face to yours. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Channie, I like- fuck- I like being called a good girl.”

“Good.” He tugs your hair a little harder and crashes his lips to yours. A slap on your ass has you squeaking, biting into Chan’s lip. He pulls back, chuckling. “Han-ah.” He steps away and Jisung swims into view as Changbin slides a hand down to cup your pussy.

“Hi, baby.” Jisung says with a bright smile, rubbing a thumb down your cheek. You reach for his other hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“Ji,” his name falls from your mouth on a moan, Changbin’s fingers slipping past the lace to rub down your folds. “Bin, fuck. Don’t tease me, bunny.” You lift your head to watch as Changbin bites his lip in concentration, watching where his hand disappears into your panties. Jisung steps closer, pressed against your back to lean down and suckle at your neck. His ever curious hands make their way to your tits again, squeezing them together before cupping each and pinching until your nipples are hard under his touch.

“You’re so soft, bunny. So wet.” Changbin slips one finger into you slowly, drawing a soft noise from you that Jisung cuts off with a kiss. Changbin withdraws his finger, trailing it up to circle your clit. You grip his forearm, bucking into his hand as he chuckles. “You like that? I’ve got you, bunny.”

Jisung pulls away from you, stepping to the side. He tugs down the waistband of his joggers, and you watch him pull out his cock, hard and glistening at the tip. He jerks it a couple times, lower lip caught between his teeth as he looks at you. A low moan falls from you under the heat of his gaze and the finger rubbing your clit. 

“Can I taste you, Ji?” You lick your lips as you watch him tug on his cock again. His hand squeezes in response, dropping away as he nods silently. You reach a hand out, gripping him at the base and using your other hand to pull him closer by his waist. When you lean forward to wrap your mouth around his tip, he gasps, head falling back and a hand grabbing your hair.

“Jesus, baby, your mouth-” you slide down his length, taking more of him, “-so fuckin’ warm.”

Your tongue presses against the underside of his cock as you relax your throat to take him completely, pausing when your nose touches his pelvis. Changbin moves his hand, sliding back down to slip two fingers into you, and you moan around Jisung.

He hisses. “Fuck.”

Changbin chuckles, bringing his thumb to rub your clit as his fingers curl, pressing into your g-spot and then circling. “You gonna cum for me, bunny?” You hum in response, popping off of Jisung to pump him with your hand.

“Feels good, Bin.” You look up at Jisung, meeting his eyes as you stick your tongue out to guide him back into your mouth.

“I always knew you’d give head like a whore, baby.” His hand pets your cheek affectionately, your eyes closing as you bob on his length. Changbin increases his movements, fucking you harder with his fingers, earning him a deliciously pathetic whimper from you. One of them tugs on your nipple and you’re tightening around Changbin, body tensing as you’re hurled into the depths of your climax. Jisung pulls out of your mouth.

“There it is, good bunny- God, it’s like you’re trying to break my fingers, this pussy is so tight.” He doesn’t withdraw them, but Changbin’s fingers pause. Jisung waits for your breathing to regulate before slipping himself back between your lips, using his grip on your hair to fuck your face.

“Jesus, I’m gonna cum, I can’t- this fucking mouth- baby, shit,” Jisung throws his head back briefly, stopping his thrusts suddenly as he backs away from you, clearly sensitive. He bends down to look you in your teary eyes. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“My throat.”

You watch his eyes roll backward and he stands up straight, groaning as he steps back. His cock enters your waiting mouth and he resumes his frantic thrusting.

“Shit, are you ready? Here it comes.”

Changbin’s fingers kick into action again, triggering a moan from you that sends Jisung over the edge, groaning as he releases into your mouth. You use your tongue to clean him up, swallowing around him as best as you can, and he whimpers before pulling himself from you. The moment he’s out of your mouth, his lips are on yours, chasing the taste of his cum on your tongue. He kisses you so firmly that until Changbin coaxes your second orgasm from you, he doesn’t break away. Not until you’re mewling into his mouth, gasping for Bin, does Jisung pull away with a grin.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” Jisung says, collapsing onto the couch next to Changbin.

“Ji,” you blush, face and chest flushing at his words, “you know how I feel about compliments.”

“Nah, you get on me all the time about accepting compliments. You don’t get to hide from them either.” Chan says from behind you, drawing your attention to him. You glance over your shoulder, seeing him in his desk chair, hand palming his cock through his shorts.

“Your turn, Channie?” You ask sweetly, but he shakes his head. You pout, jutting out your bottom lip dramatically, and he chuckles softly.

“You know my rules, babygirl. Bin first.” He gestures at Changbin. You turn to face the man in question again, his hand still buried in you. He looks up at you, watching your face. You search his eyes for permission to touch him, and he nods once.

Leaning forward, you capture his mouth for a soft kiss as your hand moves to the button of his jeans. Working slowly, you get them unzipped and shove the edges away before reaching for the elastic of his underwear. He lifts his hips to help you shove those down too, revealing his cock that stands at attention as you shimmy his pants past your ass. You waste no time wrapping your hand around him, pumping once before breaking the kiss and looking down.

“What’s wrong, bunny?”

You don’t answer, instead choosing to release your grip on his cock and slip your fingers under your panties, gathering some of your wetness to provide lubrication for your hand. Changbin groans in realization when your hand returns to his dick. You stroke him, bringing your free hand up to squeeze his bicep, then trail down his chest, over the softness of his tummy, down to fist him with both hands.

“Oh, God, bunny, please.”

You straighten one leg before placing it on the floor, your second hand bracing against the back of the couch behind Changbin’s head as your other leg comes down. You’re bent over him, still fucking him with your hand, but with both feet planted, you speak to the room. “Would one of you boys be so kind as to help me take off my panties?”

Jisung starts to move from his spot next to Changbin, where he’s been watching you, transfixed. A set of hands grips your hips before Ji leaves your eyesight, so you know Chan is behind you.

“I’ve got you, babygirl.” His fingers slip under the waist of the panties, sliding down your skin to drag them off of you. A small yelp escapes you when you feel his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass cheek, and he chuckles, kissing the maimed skin. He taps one calf for you to lift up and then the other, completely ridding you of the panties. He doesn’t back up though, dragging his hands back up your legs deliberately enough to summon goosebumps. His hand moves forward at the apex of your thighs, brushing through your folds and making your knees buckle when he rubs the pads of two fingers over your clit.

“Channie,” you whimper, head drooping to fall against Changbin’s forehead, and Chan tuts.

“Ah, ah, lamb. Move your hand, keep him hard. Don’t you want Binnie to fuck you?” You whine, but you slowly move your hand, still gripped around Changbin’s cock. “Good girl.”

You lift your head, meeting Changbin’s eyes. “Do you want to fuck me, Binnie?” You bite your bottom lip when Chan pinches your clit between two fingers and tugs side to side slightly.

“I’d like to taste you first, bunny.”

“We can do that later.” A gasp and then a sigh escape you as Chan slides his other two fingers into you, still torturing your clit with the first two. “Please, bunny. I need you.”

“Needy slut.” Chan murmurs affectionately behind you, bringing his free hand down on the ass cheek he bit in a loud smack. You keen forward, grazing your thumb over the head of Changbin’s cock.

“Fine,” Bin finally agrees, pouting, “I’m holding you to it. Come here.” Chan withdraws his hand, patting your ass and pushing you forward to climb back into Changbin’s lap. Jisung hands Changbin a foil wrapper from a backpack on the floor near the other end of the couch. He rips it open and you take the condom from him to roll it down his length.

You lift up onto your knees, helping him guide his tip to your entrance. His hands rest on your hips as you sink down slowly, enveloping him in your warmth with a low whine. His fingers dig into your flesh as he curses, biting his lip, watching himself disappear into you. Once you’re firmly planted, you wrap your hand around his neck and pull him to your mouth. His tongue traces your lips and you rock forward, grinding your clit against his pubic bone and making him groan.

“Oh, shit, bunny, you feel so good.”

You drop your head to his shoulder as you continue to rock against him, lifting your hips enough to pull off of him before sliding back down. The pace you set is unhurried, half exhausted from your two previous orgasms. Changbin runs his hands down your back before settling them on your ass. Eventually, he grips you tighter, quickening your pace, and from the way his breathing changes, you can sense he’s getting close.

“Bin, want you to cum for me, bunny.” You murmur, kissing his neck. He whines, shaking his head.

“Not without you.” He snakes his hand between your bodies, trying to reach your clit. “Hold on, this would be easier if you were facing the other way.” He holds your hips still before pushing you up. You lift your head and allow him to push, another set of hands coming to help drag you off of him. 

Once you’re standing, a little wobbly in your heels, you’re spun around to face Chan. He grins at you and shoves you back into Changbin’s waiting hands. Changbin slips back into you easily, the new angle forcing the head of his cock right into your g-spot, making you moan. He pulls you back against his chest, hooking your knees on either side of his to give Chan a view of your spread pussy as he fucks up into it.

“Oh, fuck, this angle-” Changbin rests his forehead on the side of your head. You watch as Chan sits back down in his chair, hand back on his cock through his shorts. His eyes pin you down, unable to look anywhere but at Chan, even as Changbin brings his hand around to rub your clit and send you hurtling toward another orgasm. It’s Chan’s heavy gaze that tips you over, the way he bites his lip, cocking his eyebrow, challenging you to cum for him as Changbin fucks up into you recklessly.

And when you clench down, breath hitching, it’s Chan’s name that falls from your lips with a whimper. Changbin doesn’t hear it, too caught up with his own release as it shoots from him moments later. He releases his grip on your hips, collapsing against the back of the couch and curling his arms around you.

You barely have a chance to recover before Jisung is standing in front of you, pulling you off of Changbin’s lap. He flips you around and shoves you onto the couch on your knees, his cock hard again and already wrapped in a condom. “Can’t believe how fucking hot that was, Jesus, baby.”

He nudges your entrance with his cock, whining for permission. When you nod, he pushes in. Your head hangs between your shoulders, still reeling from your last orgasm, and when Jisung bottoms out, you groan. He’s longer than Changbin, and, at essentially the same angle, your sensitive g-spot only needs three thrusts of his hips before you’re cumming again.

“Oh my god, jagi, fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m not going last, shit, so sensi- ah ah-” Jisung cums before you’ve finished riding out your climax. “Oh my god, I’ve never cum so quick, I’m sorry, shit-”

“Ji,” you pant out, swiveling your head to shoot him a hazy smile. “No complaints, I already got one from you earlier. Now you’re just spoiling me.”

His face brightens and he surges forward to kiss you firmly. “The best friend I could ask for, thank you baby. You flatter me.”

He withdraws, and your leg gives out as you crumple to the couch. Jisung helps you sit more comfortably, producing a water bottle from somewhere and demanding you drink it. Changbin has disappeared from the room, presumably to a restroom or something to clean up.

“Are you okay?” Jisung brushes some hair from your face and you nod.

“Han-ah, go wash up. I can take care of her.”

Jisung sends you one last look before turning to Chan. “Okay hyung, I’m going. I’ll bring her back some food too.”

“Good, thank you, Ji.” Chan says, watching as Jisung slips out of the room. Once you’re alone, Chan shifts over to the couch, lifting your legs to slide into the spot Changbin had been. “You okay, babygirl?” His hands rub up and down your legs.

“Yeah, just need a moment to catch my breath. This is more orgasms in one night than I’m used to.”

He chuckles, glancing down at where his hand caresses your leg over the fishnets. “I guess we’re just going to have to change that.”

Your heart somersaults at the implication. “W-what?”

“Oh, lamb. Did you think this was going to be a one-time thing?” He shifts, settling between your legs to stalk up your body slowly. “No, see, you are ours now. No more lonely nights, no more lame dates, no more bratting without consequence.”

He’s hovering over you now, caging you into the couch cushion. Your chest heaves with his words. You spend a moment glancing between his two eyes, reading the look he’s giving you, interpreting. “Promise?”

A sly grin overtakes his face. Right answer. His lips capture yours possessively, teeth clashing against yours as he asserts his dominance. You willingly submit, mewling into him, hands reaching for him as you pull his body weight onto yours, his arms buckling. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his erection through the material of his shorts, causing you to buck your hips into his.

He breaks away from your mouth to drag his teeth to your neck, biting hard enough to make you cry out. Chan laves at the bite with his tongue, soothing the angry skin. He works his way down your body, planting kisses anywhere he can, and you run your hand through his hair fondly.

“You are so beautiful, babygirl. So pretty when you’re cumming on Bin’s cock, yeah?” His tongue darts out to trace the curve of your hip bone before he makes his final descent, mouth hovering over your pussy when he looks up at you again. “Gorgeous when you’re all fucked out like this.”

Without giving you a chance to reply, he wraps his mouth around you, engulfing you to flick his tongue up and over your clit. The hand in his hair tightens as you whine. He licks over you again, pressing his tongue flat before flicking up just the end, targeting your swollen clit. He switches to use his lips on it before ducking down to shove his tongue deep into you. Your back arches and you murmur his name.

“Channie, fuck,” your upper body jolts upward, off of the couch involuntarily when he moves his tongue back to your clit.

“Use the right name, babygirl.”

“Chris-”

“Not that one.” He slips two fingers into you, lifting his head to watch you when he curls up into your g-spot. “Come on, little lamb. You know the one.”

You shake your head, feeling the knot building in your stomach. His tongue darts out, licking up your folds tauntingly. “Bang-”

He laughs. “Nope, not my stage name either.”

He bends down to suckle your clit, and you feel the knot begin to snap. A gasp escapes you, then suddenly his fingers retreat. “Wha- no! No, Channie please, I was so close, I-”

“Not until you say it, babygirl.”

“Daddy! Daddy, please-”

His fingers slip back into you, joined by a third, and you arch off the couch again. His lips capture your clit and when he licks it again, you snap. The orgasm hits you so hard, you feel like you stop breathing. Your vision goes white and you feel your pulse in your ears. You vaguely hear him coo at you, calling your name as you return to your body. Slowly your vision returns and your hearing quiets. Chan whispers your name, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh above the fishnets.

“There she is. I lost you for a couple minutes.”

“Minutes?” Your hand returns to his hair, nails scratching his scalp gently as you stare at the ceiling to catch your breath.

“Mmm.” He bites your thigh gently before pulling himself back up to your face. “Hi.”

You tilt down to look at him. “Hi.”

“Can I kiss you?” You nod, closing your eyes as he leans in. The kiss is soft, tender. You can taste yourself on him, sweet and tangy. His tongue sweeps over your lips gently before he pulls back. “How do you feel?”

“I feel good, Channie. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? We can wait-”

“No!”

He grins at your eagerness. “Okay.” He nods, kissing you softly. “Okay, I’ll fuck you, babygirl. Since you’re still so needy after milking both Bin and Ji dry, I’ll give you my cum too. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He whispers it into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“No condom.” He pulls back to look at you, surprised. “I’m o-on the pill, we don’t- I just want-”

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, caressing your cheek, “how are you this perfect for me? All this time, my best fucking friend.” His mouth crashes to yours before you can reply. He shifts, one hand shoving down his shorts to release his cock. You feel the weight of it fall against you and whimper into his mouth. Wiggling your hips, you try to nudge him closer to your entrance, but all that does is make him gasp. He rips his mouth from you, staring down at you incredulously.

“Don’t be a brat now, you’ve been so good all night.”

“Daddy, please.”

You watch his eyes roll back just before he closes his eyes, steeling himself. When he opens them a split second later, they’re darker, determined. “Behave.”

But he sits back on his haunches, gripping his cock in his hand to guide it to your center. He’s thicker than Changbin, the stretch so delicious as he buries himself in your heat. You whimper, gasping when he meets your cervix. “Channie, oh my god.”

“Jesus, this tight little cunt- what the fuck am I supposed to do with you?”

You grab his hand, bringing it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Fuck me, Daddy.” You flatten his hand against your throat, watching as understanding flashes and he groans. His fingers tighten briefly as he pulls out slowly, almost completely, before sliding back into you. You feel your eyes roll back.

“Such a little whore for us, hmm? A perfectly good girl, just absolutely filthy.” He pulls out and slides in again, again, again. He fucks you at a constant pace, not too quick, not too harsh. He readjusts his grip on your throat and leans forward, face crowding yours. “How long have you wanted this, lamb?”

“Too- too long!” You manage to get out between thrusts, and Chan bends to lick over your nipple.

“Not- shit- I bet not as long as us.”

Involuntarily, you clench around him at the implication. “What? Us?”

He brings his face back to yours. “You think we don’t talk? You know how close we are.” He squeezes the fingers at your throat. Chan fucks like he dances-- aggressively. He makes the same tantalizing faces, too. “You, my little siren, have us all in your thrall.” He emphasizes his words with a particularly rough thrust, his face distorting with the effort.

You bite your lip to hold back a particularly loud moan. He crashes his mouth to yours to rip your bottom lip from your teeth, claiming it between his own with a grunt. When he pulls back, you pant. “A-all? Like…”

“All, babygirl. Every single one.”

It’s enough to push you to your breaking point, orgasm washing over you in white hot waves. Chan raises up, repositioning to fuck you through it. His hand loosens and starts to pull away but you frantically dig your nails into his forearm. He seems to understand right away, a throaty noise escaping him as he grips you again, applying more pressure. His name is torn from you, lost in a gasping breath when his thumb presses into your clit, driving you right back up the wall before you have a chance to fully come down.

“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight, lamb, shit I’m gonna cum, gonna- oh God,” Chan’s hips stutter, movements erratic as he spills himself in you, groaning in exertion. His hand pulls away from your throat, lifting to your face as he falls forward to kiss you tenderly.

The door to the studio opens and closes with a soft click. Chan breaks the kiss to glance over at Jisung as he sets some things down on the desk.

“I brought some ramyeon and water.” 

“Thanks, Ji.” Chan turns back to you, tapping your cheek with two fingers. “You still with me, lamb?”

“Mhmm. Just tired now.” You smile up at him before puckering your lips, asking for another kiss. He grins, rolling his eyes dramatically as he indulges you. When you turn to look at Jisung, you furrow your brows. “Where’s Binnie?”

“Downstairs. One of the staff got him talking about workout routines.” Ji answers, leaning against the desk and making a face.

“So we’ve lost him for the night.” Chan remarks, which makes you giggle. He kisses your cheek and motions to get off of you.

“Probably. How do you feel, jagi?”

Chan sits up on his knees, his cock finally slipping out of you. “Messy.” You tell Jisung, and he looks down your body.

His eyes go wide. “You didn’t use a condom?!” He looks from your face to Chan and then back to you.

“Daddy has a kink?” It comes out as a question, and Chan groans.

“Daddy?!” Jisung flails, choking on air.

“Great, thanks for that. Now they’ll all know.” Chan shoots you a very pointed look and you giggle, shrugging back at him.

“I can’t believe all the jokes that have been made are true, hyung.”

Chan glares at Jisung before lunging, grabbing Ji by the shirt and dragging him close. “We’ll talk about this later.” He shoves Jisung down toward your body, moving off the couch to give him more space. “For now, I think you should clean her up.”

Jisung looks at your face briefly before looking back up at Chan. “Okay, uh- should we get a towel-”

“Use your mouth.”

Your breath hitches and Jisung meets your eyes, seeking permission. “Please, Ji.”

Without another word, he shifts, angling your leg over his shoulder to lower his mouth to your core. His tongue slips between your lips to find your clit, circling and crossing over the bundle of nerves until you’re tugging at his hair with one hand and your own hair with the other.

“Ji, don’t stop,” he sucks your clit between his teeth and flicks it rapidly with the point of his tongue, bringing you to your climax again. He eases off of your clit, sliding down to fuck his tongue into you as you tremble with the ripples of your orgasm. Jisung sucks down the mixture of your release and Chan’s cum without complaint, causing Chan to grin from his perch on the arm of the couch above him.

“Who’s the good boy now, babygirl?” He challenges, quirking a smug brow at you. You flip him the bird half-heartedly, leg slipping from Jisung’s shoulder as he withdraws his face from your pussy.

“C’mere, Ji.” You curl your hands, motioning for him to climb on top of you. His mouth meets yours in a frantic claim, a whimper escaping one of you. You place several short kisses around his lips, up his jaw, over his cheeks until they crinkle under your lips with his smile.

“You’re okay, baby?” There’s a fragility in the question, in the way his voice wavers, how he clears his throat.

“I’m okay, Ji.” You kiss his nose softly. He rests his forehead against yours and sighs.

Chan slaps his ass, ruining the moment. “Come on, let’s get her dressed so we can go home and wash up properly. And then I demand snuggles.” He points a finger at you menacingly.

Jisung climbs off you before helping you sit up. You sway side to side for a moment, causing both of them to put up their hands to catch you, but you remain upright.

“Jesus, jagiya, are you sure you’re okay? Just how many orgasms did you have?”

You stare at a spot on the floor as you try to recall. “Uh…” you mutter under your breath as you count for a second before your eyes open wide. “Oh my god.”

“What?!”

“Eight. I had eight orgasms.”

There’s a moment of silence, of disbelief, before Chan and Jisung are gasping and giggling. You nudge Ji’s shoulder petulantly and he drags you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he continues to laugh.

“Well you know what they say about eight.” Chan says, and now it’s your turn to point a finger at him.

“Shut up, Bang.”

The door opens again and all three of you turn to watch Changbin walk in. “Hey, you know what I was thinking, those handcuffs bunny has might-'' He sees you all looking. “What happened?”

“Guess how many orgasms she had.” Jisung speaks, earning a swat on the chest from you.

Changbin leans against the door, brows raised. “I know I got her to three.”

“Oh my god, is this going to be a competition now?” You drop your face into your hands with a groan as Chan laughs.

“Come on. Get dressed, we’re going home.” Chan runs a hand down your hair. Jisung pulls you to your feet and Changbin finds your dress.

“I’m keeping these.” Changbin holds up your panties before pocketing them.

“That means I never get to wear this for you again.” You tell him, sitting in Chan’s desk chair to eat the ramyeon Jisung forces into your hands. Changbin pouts but pulls the panties out and puts them on top of your purse.

Chan snaps his fingers. “Eat. Then we go to the dorm.”

“Okay, okay, you’re so bossy.”

“You bring us food and make us eat all the time! We’re just returning the favor.” Jisung winks as he says it. You roll your eyes but smile and take a bite.

Chan and Changbin pack up. Chan cages you between his arms as he leans over your shoulder to save their progress on the track, shutting down the studio equipment and tucking his laptop into his bag. He kisses the top of your head as you finish the ramyeon, taking a drink from the bottle of water Bin hands you.

You stand to step into your coat as Jisung holds it out for you. Chan pulls the belt around and ties it closed for you, kissing your cheek once he finishes. Changbin ushers you out of the studio as Chan shuts the lights and locks the door. The four of you crowd into the elevator in comfortable silence, and a few minutes later, you’re in the backseat of Changbin’s car as he pulls out of the parking structure.

“Do I still have spare clothes at the dorm?” You ask, and Chan turns to look at you from the passenger seat.

“I have some in my room, but I think Ji has most of them.”

“Yeah, there’s a bunch in my bottom drawer. But you’re welcome to borrow anything you want.”

You lean over to kiss him. “Thank you Hanji.” You catch Changbin’s eye in the rear-view mirror, so you lean forward to slip your hand around. He catches it with the hand that isn’t on the steering wheel. “This was a great assracha bonding session, I feel very close with you guys now.” Jisung groans and Changbin giggles. 

“Don’t call us that, jagi.”

“You lost the right to make that demand when YOU started the group chat.” Jisung scrunches his face but doesn’t retort. “Hey, now I have a new reason to call you assracha!”

xx

author's note: SO this started as just the texts, and then I figured I'd write a little drabble, and then next thing I knew I was almost 7k words deep. I hope y'all like it. I might revisit this series with more smutty drabbles for other members in the future. Really, I'm just procrastinating the longer fics I'm half done with, lol. Let me know what y'all wanna see! xx Minty

EDIT: slutracha is pt 2, piperacha is pt 3

Group Texts* - Slutracha (Stray Kids)

+ bonus *drabble, NSFW

Besties with Benefits series masterlist

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

Group Texts* - Piperacha (Stray Kids)

+ bonus *drabble, NSFW

Besties with Benefits series masterlist

Third and final installment after 3rauncha and slutracha.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Missed you too, Innie.”

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

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

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

“God, noona.”

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

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

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

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

“Sure, just some water.”

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

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

“Hi, Minnie.”

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

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

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

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

“I think you should leave.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay out of this, Ayen-ah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I won’t be nice today.”

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

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

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

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

“Red.”

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

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

“Seungmin, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only for you, Minnie.”

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

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

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

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

“Oh my god.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time, he pauses, glancing at Jeongin.

“What color, noona?”

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

“How do you feel, noona?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get on the bed. Now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seungmin scoffs loudly. “I can hear you.”

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

“I’m still right here.”

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

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

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

“Whose fault is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, noona, I need a condom-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He pulls his head back. “No.”

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

“I can get us dinner.”

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

He rolls his eyes. “I guess.”

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

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

“Hi.”

“You don’t hate me, right?”

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why can’t I stay here?”

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

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

“As would I.”

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

“Ew, hyung, stop that.”

“You want one too, Innie?”

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

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

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

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

xx

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

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