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"Hoseok, i don't think this is working out."

He looked at me in shock. His face was full of pain but i could not bring myself to feel bad for him.

"Yesterday was the worst thing to happen to me in so long. I know we agreed on certain terms for punishments hobi but last night wasn't it. The slap was violating and for you to just leave and then continue to punish me. You crossed a line and i don't think I'll ever really be able to get past it" I said. I was proud of myself for not letting my voice shake even though my entire body was trembling. Hoseok had been my boyfriend for 2 years and it all came crashing down in a day.

"I'm so sorry that i made you feel like that y/n. I failed you as your Dom and as your boyfriend. I had sworn to protect you and i did the exact opposite. I'd like to make it up to you but if you have made up your mind I respect that. But i truly am sorry and i will live with the guilt for the rest of my life" Hoseok said regretfully. By the time he was done speaking he had begun crying and honestly, so had I. He might have betrayed me last night but I do have a soft spot for him.

We said our final goodbyes and parted ways. Initially it was difficult to adjust to a life without him but it got easier and easier everyday. We had agreed to stay in contact, maybe even friends but that never happened. In the beginning we saw each other sometimes. Run-ins weren't uncommon as we had many mutual friends but eventually it got too painful and we both stopped attending such events. Time healed the wound, as these things often go. Slowly, the thought of the other person didn't hurt as much as it used to.

We met again, after a year and a half. It was a random Tuesday afternoon and we accidentally ran into each other at the new cupcake store that had opened up at the mall.

"Hoseok, hii it's been so long since I've seen you, how are you, how have you been?" I said with a genuine smile on my face

"Y/n heyyyy. I've been good how have you been?? Let me guess you're gonna try their chocolate cupcake?" He says in his usual cheery voice.

"Yes HAHA my love for chocolate hasn't changed" We both laughed and it didn't feel forced.

He told me how his music career has been taking off and how he's gonna do his first concert in America later this year. I told him how i got my dream job that I've always wanted and that i shifted into a much better apartment. The conversation was a little awkward and it definitely didn't have the easiness and comfort that it used to, but that's okay. Sometimes you need to move on from people and certain parts of your life to be in a better place. We said goodbye to each other once again, but this one felt much nicer than the last one.

How about sub virgin (never masturbated so like no sexual experience at all ) ,she / her pronouns or my name eastleigh , 18 college freshman and the boys are still famous idols and my best friends . Dom hyunjin and Dom Felix and I don't realize that they like me like that until I go on my first date and they get jealous and they are waiting for me in my apartment when I get home from the date and they see him give me my first kiss and gets extremely jealous and it gets really smutty and their nickname they call me is babygirl and I call them both oppa before the smut and they make me call them daddy during it sorry if it's to descriptive

A/N: This is my first time doing a threesome so I hope yall like it. I would like to thank @eastleighsblog for sending this request. On that note, feel free to give out any requests or questions! (╯3╰)

《Oppa to Daddy》

[Skz Hyunjin and Skz Felix, R18 oneshot]

Pairing: Dom! Hyunjin x Dom! Felix x Sub virgin fem!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: You were away from home for your first date, cancelling your after school plans with Hyunjin and Felix. How would the boys react after seeing the person they like got kissed by someone else?

"Ringggg!!" After class was over, Felix skipped over to you with a bright smile on his face. "Y/n~!" He beamed. "Where do you want to hang out with me and Hyunjin today?"

"Oh...uhh...actually I have to take a rain check. I have plans with someone else, sorry Oppa!" You stuttered.

"What?! Who else do you hang out with other than us, popular idols and childhood friends of yours?" Hyunjin immediately appeared beside you and frowned at your sudden cancellation of their plans. "Y/n! Are you ready for our date?" A voice called out to you. You walked towards him and blushed hard as you fiddled with your fingers, "Y-Yes...what do you have in mind to do?" Unseen by the two, Felix looked over at his childhood friend in curiosity, raising an eyebrow. "Who is that guy? What is he even doing? Tryna hit on my girl?"

"Ah! That's a good idea, Jack!" You happily took Jack's hand, stood up and collected your school bag. "Let's go, Jack!" Jack, your date, giggled as he followed after you, squeezing your hand in the process. After both of you leave the classroom, Felix furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion. "Sonething smells fishy and I don't like it," he muttered to himself. "Hyunjin, did you see how y/n behaves around him? All flustered and acting pretty. She doesn't do that around us!"

Hyunjin nodded his head in approval and spoke curtly, "It's the dude's fault…I know there's something funny going on."

A few hours later into the late evening, Felix was walking around in circles, worried as you had never been out for so long by yourself, let alone with someone else. "Felix, calm down...stop worrying yourself out, let's just call her again!" Hyunjin felt frustrated which was very different from his usual self. Despite Hyunjin's remark, Felix kept on walking around. Seeing Felix's unsettling behaviour, Hyunjin sighed and was about to give in to the idea of dialling you. Just then, they heard a faint voice outside your apartment. Not one, but two.

"Y/n," Jack said softly, gazing at you with love and devotion. "I really enjoyed today." That served as the cue for you to approach your partner. "So do I, Jack," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him. "It was an amazing first date. Thank you for asking me out, Jack."

"Then can I…y/n?" Jack traced his thumb over your bottom lip as he leaned closer towards you. "Yes," you said.

"Huh?" Felix and Hyunjin stared at the you and Jack with a confused expression, both eyebrows rising with apprehension. "Don't tell me they're gonna..." Jack responded to you with a quick peck on the lips. The kiss was light yet fluttering and Felix and Hyunjin's eyes widened when they saw their crush having her first kiss stolen by someone not them. All of a sudden, the door opened. You being startled by the sound of the door, pulled away from Jack's embrace and found yourself looking at your childhood friends.

Felix and Hyujin revealed themselves at your doorstep. Felix pulled you towards his chest and spoke in an alluring voice, "Babygirl, you never tell me that we're having guests over at our house now...if I've known, I would've prepared~" Hyunjin put his arm around your shoulder and remarked, "That's right, Babygirl. Are you trying to be a bad girl? If so, we have to punish you."

Jack stood dumbfounded on the ground and only regained his senses after a moment. "Hey, who are you? Don't you know that you're disturbing my date with y/n?"

"Hmm...Babygirl, did you not tell our beloved guest that you're taken?" Felix emphasised on the word "taken" intentionally. "W-What?" Jack had a questioning look on his face. "Omg seriously, do we have to spell it out for you?! We're her B-O-Y-F-R-I-E-N-D-S."

"Now that you have a wake up call, can you scram? You fourth party trying to ruin our relationship with y/n!" Hyunjin hollered at the top of his lungs. With no hesitation, Jack disappeared right in front of your eyes.

Once you stepped into your bedroom, you shouted," Oppa!!! What are you doing? You just shooed my date away!!"

"Y/n, stop shouting, we're literally beside you." Hyunjin sighed. "You're ours, y/n! Don't you understand that we like you? Seeing someone else kiss you...I-I hate that-" Felix choked at his words and his face turned green with jealousy at the thought of you doing anything with Jack. "What? How can you both even like me? You're too good for me. I can't-" Felix's response to your words simply came in the form of a confident, deep lip lock. The kiss was so soothing and passionate and your eyes widened when you felt his tongue come into play with yours.

"Mm…ahh…Oppa~"

"No need to worry, Babygirl, leave it all to me." Felix whispered as he slowly lowered his hand below your skirt. "And don't call me Oppa, call me Daddy instead~" You let out a soft moan when you felt two fingers prodding under your skirt. You whimpered, sighing out "Ahhn~! D-Daddy! Not so…"

"Oh my, my, my, Babygirl~" Felix said, smiling with mirth and affection, still moving his dexterous fingers under your skirt. "You're this wet already? That's sexy~"

"No, Da-Daddy ahn~! That's not it…ahhn!" Your eyes widened and your knees trembled at Felix's dual personality. "It's alright," Felix whispered before kissing you again. "Relax, I've got you~" He cooed into your neck, holding you steady with his free arm around your back. "S-Slow down…I can't…Daddy~ Ahhn!" You moaned at the intense way your womanhood was played with his fingers. "Daddy! I'm gonna…ahhn!" Felix hovered his lips over your neck, leaving kisses on your throat. "Let it out, babygirl. I believe you can do it."

You clutchesd onto Felix's shoulders like your life depended on it as you feel an orgasm tear through you, soaking Felix's fingers in your womanly fluids. You cried out loudly, "Ahhn! I'm comming, Daddy! I'm comming!" Holding you gently and with stability to let you come off your high, Felix removed his hand slowly, now covered in cum, bringing it up to his face to lick it all off, turning to you, panting with half-lidded eyes, "Thanks for the meal, Babygirl~"

"What's wrong, Babygirl~?" Felix asked with a cheeky grin. You responded with heavy breaths, "I've never...haaah...masturbated...this is new to me."

"You did well for a first time, Babygirl. You enjoyed yourself, right~?" Felix said, pulling you down to the bed with him. "Let's have more fun with Hyunjin, shall we?"

"Wait, it's not over yet?!" You jolted up in shock, eyes comically wide. "I don't think I should do this...more like I can't. We're not even together and besides, I'm a virgin, you guys won't enjoy doing it with me." You ranted, making air quotations for "virgin". "Calm down, Babygirl," Hyunjin urged you, sitting down on the space next to you on the bed. "Who cares if you're a vrigin or not, that has nothing to do with the fact that we like you and would like to be your first."

"Unless you don't want to do it with us..." Felix's voice became softer and softer, as if predicting the worst response you would say. "NONONO I-I-I WANT TO DO IT WITH YOU...IN FACT BOTH OF YOU...it's just...I'm scared." The sudden rise in your volume caught Felix and Hyunjin off guard. Hyunjin wrapped an arm around you as he gazed lovingly at you. "Well, we're heartened to know that that you feel the same as us. Besides, we can teach you the ropes about making love, right Felix?"

"Sure, Hyunjin. After all, who wouldn't like to see such a pretty girl blushing and hear her heavenly moans~" A mischievous smile appeared on Felix's face, speaking volume. "You should've seen your face just now, so erotic...turning us on..."

"What?! I'm not a pervert! That's so not true!" You denied while your face burned with a blush. Felix giggled, leaning into your back. "Oh, Babygirl. Ain't honest with yourself, aren't you~?" Hyunjin chuckled at your attempt to justify yourself and did nothing to stop Felix from teasing you. "Why won't you believe me! Come on, Hyunjin, not you too!" You pouted and blushed adorably. As fast as the speed of light, Hyunjin flashed behind you to cup and rub your breasts. "Why don't we start from here~?" He purred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine while Felix giggled by your side.

"D-Daddy, what do you think you're-Ahn!~" You jumped at Hyunjin's intense groping. "Stop it!"

"Hm...what did you just call me, Babygirl? Not so innocent of you, aren't you? Looks like you love this~" Hyunjin watched your face contort in pleasure and excitement. "St-Stop, Hyunjinnn-ah!" You stuttered, feeling your legs shaking and your "walls" start to crack. "Don't be so rough with them…ahnn!"

"I can't help it~!" Hyunjin said, happily rubbing your cute, perky breasts. "Your breasts are so soft and adorable, tempting me to just grab them so hard." Felix came over and kneeled down by your front, gorgeous blue glimmering with mischief and affection. "Now, let's check what's down here~!" You quivered as he looked down at you in shock, knowing what he's about to do. "Ahn! N-No! Daddy, don't! Please! Ahnn~!" There's no stopping Felix. He lifted your skirt and dived in, giving a few good, long licks to the your panty-covered crotch, your lacy black panties clearly wet.

"St-Stooop it…you two…ah~!" You moaned, feeling your resistance and defenses crumbling to dust as Hyunjin's playful, skilled hands digged deeper into your top and rubbed your breasts more. "Ahhhn…please…"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Babygirrrl~?" Hyunjin purred with a smile, gently licking the side of your neck.

"Ahnn! No, I don't! No, I-I'm not…please make it stop!"

Hyunjin and Felix pulled away for a moment, exchanged knowing looks and then turned back to their childhood friend.

"Then, we'll have to up the game~!"

With that, both of them pushed you on your back on the bed and Felix jumped on you, pressing his sweet, soft lips onto your delicate, shy ones.

"Mmmph! D-Daddy…what are you-?! Mmm…!"

"Mmm…you're so sweet Babygirl~"

You winced at the intense kiss, pulling away panting for air. "Daddy, please…I-! Mm…ah!" Your legs were shaking uncontrollably from the sheer passion and heat in kiss Felix was giving you, which made Hyunjin smile with pride and satisfaction, seeing his childhood friend work his magic on you.

"Now, it's my turn!" Hyunjin quickly went down to your sweet pussy, putting two fingers inside your soaked panties. You cried out and then, moaned into Felix's kiss, gasping with passion every break you got from the boy's lips. "Babygirl…" Felix said softly, slowly stripping off your top, exposing your cute, strapless bra, which he admired for just a second before removing it.

"Felix…Hyunjin…you meanies!" You whined, arching your back, feeling Hyunjin's skillful fingers rub under your skirt again. "Ahnnn! Ahn...ahnn! Hyunjin, don't do it…so hard!"

"Who is Felix and Hyunjin! We're your Daddies~" Hyunjin purred before leaning over to give your sweet womanhood a few good licks.

A good few minutes passed, filled with your moans as Felix gave playful nips at your breasts and just caressed them with glee while Hyunjin does his thing between your legs.

"Daddies! I…I think I'm gonna…ahnn! I'm about to cum!" You whined loudly.

Eventually, Hyunjin and Felix's teamwork sent you over the edge, letting the girl's scream of pleasure fill their ears. Afterwards, Hyunjin and Felix share a heartwarming, long hug as a reward for their good work on their friend while you panted hard, getting your breath back. Tears prickles your eyes.

"Y-You…you idiots!" You shouted with a harsh glare. "How could you two be so…so cruel?!"

Hyunjin and Felix turned to their childhood friend, their eyes widening and worry washing over them, suddenly fearing they went too far, seeing you on the brink of tears.

"W-What do you mean, Babygirl?" Hyunjin asked with utter conern, kneeling by his childhood friend's side, not knowing what to do. "What did we do to hurt you…?"

You sniffled as you wiped your tears, yet more, rebellious droplets are quick to replace the tears you wiped away.

"Y-You two have been busy with idol work! I know you have! And that makes me feel left out and not wanted anymore! Since you two came back after a long hiatus from school, you just barged into my life like you want, reunite with me and trying to pretend you kept in contact with me during your hiatus, as if you're not at fault at all…and then chase away my date tonight!" You began to sob again, burying your face in your hands, shielding your friends from the sight of yourself in tears. "D-Don't you…care about my feelings anymore?"

Felix reacted the quickest, placing a comforting, reassuring hand on your sholder. "Of course we do, Babygirl! We care about you a lot! I'm sorry we've not been in contact with you all this time! Hyunjin and I…we just…"

"Babygirl, you're right! Felix and I have been so…well…preoccupied with work, we…we're sorry, please forgive us!" Hyunjin was on the brink of tears himself. You can hear your friends' true feelings and feel their regrets, trusting their words and their tears. You calm down, wiping away the last of your tears. You looked at your two childhood friends and hugged them both tightly.

"Hyunjin, Felix…I've wanted to say this too long…I like you. I like you both so much…but…I don't know if it's even possible to love two people…and I have no idea how that can even work…I was afraid, so afraid. It may well be impossible for three people to love each other, so I just kept quiet about it. I'm sorry, Hyunjin, Felix…"

Hyunjin and Felix smile at their dearest friend, each boy caressing one of your soft, warm, blushing cheeks.

"We're glad you like both of us," Hyunjin said. "Because we like you too!"

Your heart melted and your eyes started to tear up again at their confession, causing Felix to embrace you and Hyunjin to cheer.

"Happy ending!" Hyunjin replied with a lyrical chime, a beaming smile and a kiss on one cheek. "There's no need to worry about loving two people. As long as you love those people very much and they love you just as much, then it IS possible."

With the air clear, now with all of your clothing off, the three of you are on your bed, picking up where yall left off. All three of you were kneeling on the soft, warm sheet, Hyunjin was kissing you while Felix was behind you, working his magic on your glistening womanhood, his fingers lathered in your love juices.

"Ahnn…yes! Right there…feels good" You moaned, caught in utter pleasure, sandwiched between your beautiful friends.

"Babygirl…" Hyunjin kissed you on the lips once again, your eager tongues caressing each other while Felix moved his face from the back of your head and neck to lick the side of your neck and then, descended down your well-shaped back. Then, his hands made their way up from your womanhood to your nice, perky breasts and give them a good, hard rub.

"Ahnn~!" You whined in surprise to then, scold your beloved friend. "Daddy!"

"I can't help it, Babygirl~" Felix whispered alluringly in your ear, making you quiver. "Your breasts are too cute to just leave them alone~"

"Why are you like this? You know I-D-Daddy?! What are you…-?! Ahn!"

Hyunjin's fingers were quick to pick up where Felix's left off, as they easily slide deep into your pussy again. "Sorry Babygirl~! I'm so greedy for some more of these juices of yours…" He then went down again to add his eager, expert lips to his fingers on your womanhood, humming with desire for his friend in the process. Felix smiled wide with affection and he cradled your head on his shoulder after you threw your head back at the intense pleasure.

"Daddy…n-no…I think…I…I'm cumming again! I'm gonna cum!"

And just like that, the sensations are just too much for you, letting out a final scream of bliss.

"Sorry Babygirl...we can't control ourselves any longer..." Both Felix and Hyunjin pumped their hot and red cock with their hands, warming it up for the next stage. You were laid out on the bed on all fours, your pussy and butthole revealed for both of them to see clearly. Felix positioned his cock at your butthole while Hyunjin readied to penetrate his cock into your pussy.

"P-Please be gentle with me...Daddies~" The excitement level hit the roof and you felt goosebumps all over your body. With no warning, continous whines poured out from your mouth at the intense lovemaking. Your head was spinning, your pussy felt full, your butt was rising in temperature.

"AHNNN AHNN AHN~~~" You covered your mouth instantaneously at the pornogrpahic sound you made. You never knew that you were capable of producing this type of sound.

"Babygirl...hah...don't cover your mouth"

"Haah~ We want to hear more of those heavenly music..."

You released your hand and twiddled your nipples with your hand. That action was it. It was all it took for your womanly fluids and their semen to come rushing out, staining your duvet and pillows.

After a few minutes after that earth-shattering orgasm, all three of you lie on your bed, panting hard from what yall did tonight, reveling in the warm, peaceful afterglow. You were panting the hardest while the other two cradled your exhausted, beautiful body between them. You slowly opened your eyes to look at them and their loving smiles. "Hyunjin…Felix…" You turned back and forth between the two, smiling alongside them, a smile full of relief, affection and peace. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me."

The other two heartthrobs in love leaned in and kissed you on each cheek.

"No, y/n. Thank you for giving us both your first time," Hyunjin and Felix speaked in unison with gratitude and love.

~The end~

Min Fucking Yoongi. A good guy , sure , but a great dealer. Always has weed, it's always good, and he always lets you try it before you buy it. I don't normally go through him because my neighbor grows and if I help trim, I get it at a discount — but, sadly, she’s in-between harvests at the moment. So, I’m forced to go to the next best thing.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: slice of life, dealer to lover, fluff, eventual smut

Tags: Slowupdates, Drugdealer!Yoongi, Weed, Dabs, Cussing, AnxiousReader, Nicknames: Hun, Honey, Baby, Baby girl; ConsentKingYoongi, bitting, bruising, claiming, Taehyung GucciMan, FlirtyTae, Handkink, VoiceKink, Consentkink, Soft-dom!Yoongi, Sub!Reader, groping, hair pulling,soft launch, will edit the tags as I go

a/n: this is just a snippet of this fanfic I'm working on . please like and comment. it is much appreciated

Min Fucking Yoongi. A good guy , sure , but a great dealer. Always has weed, it's always good, and he always lets you try it before you buy it. I don't normally go through him because my neighbor grows and if I help trim, I get it at a discount — but, sadly, she’s in-between harvests at the moment. So, I’m forced to go to the next best thing.

As I get into my car to head to the bank, I think about another reason I don't go through him regularly. Yoongi is too hot for his own good. Every time I get bud from him, I tense up, stutter, and act like an idiot. It's so embarrassing! When I smoke with him, all I can think about are his plush lips wrapping around the joint, blunt, or bowl we're smoking out of. 

The only reason I know this man is because of weed. When in-need of some pot one time, I had asked one of my friends if they had anyone around that was good and cheap. I was quickly directed to Yoongi — the "Green King," as he was described to me. The first time I met him I was so shocked by his good looks that all I could do was tell him my name and how much I needed.

After pulling out cash from the ATM, I text Yoongi again, saying I'm on the way. I got an almost immediate message back. "Cool, I'll be waiting."

I sigh; oh, fuck, this dude. Why can’t my brain just work around him? Instead of focusing on how anxious I am, I turn the volume up on my music to try to blast the worries out of my head. A few moments pass before I realize that it's not working, and at this point I was wishing I’d smoked more before I left the house.

Pulling up to his apartment complex, I turn my music down and text him a final "Here", and head up to his level. Once in the lobby, I walk to the elevator and try to breathe calmly. 'Hopefully this is just a quick deal. I'm too anxious over this guy to think straight.' I hop into the elevator when the doors open and press the button for the 7th floor; my phone buzzes in my hand, and I see Yoongi texted back. 

"Door's open" 

I gulp. 'Come on, Y/N. He's just a normal guy. Who just so happens to be the most handsome dealer you know, and you really wouldn't mind if he held you against a wall, kissed the breath out of you, and then smoke a joint afterwards.' I know that's not gonna happen, but hot damn, a girl can dream. I compose myself before I step out the dinging doors of the elevator, and head to a door that's slightly ajar at the end of the hallway.

As I step up to the door, I can smell the dank coming from behind it. I knock once on the wood frame as I walk in, making a harsh thunking sound. "Hey, what's up?" I say, as I see him sprawled out on the couch, blunt lit in-hand. He looks so good, just sitting there in his black hoodie and NY Yankees baseball hat. Ugh, he's gonna be the death of me. 

Yoongi turns his head to look at me with his chocolate brown eyes. He chuckles. "Not much. What's up with you?" He sits up straighter as I round the couch to sit next to him.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Just work, school, and sleep." 

"What, really? Nothing lively happening in The World of Y/N?" he says jokingly.

I laugh awkwardly. "No, not really. Not unless you count binging Netflix and getting stoned to the bone." I cringe internally as I realize I really just said 'stoned to the bone' to this man.

He smiles a cute, gummy smile. "Well, I can't say I do more than that myself." He laughs, and takes a hit of the blunt still in his hand; then, he hands the blunt to me. "This is what I got in right now." I take a puff off the lit herb between my fingers. "It's called BIG HITter. I think it definitely lives up to its name." He sits back further, as I take another toke and taste the full earthy, fruity flavor of the bud. I blow out the smoke, and feel a nice buzz start to come over me. "Good shit, huh? " He looks at me knowingly.

"Yeah, it's not bad.'' I hand the blunt back to him, and he takes another hit. I reach for my wallet and take out the $150 I got from the ATM. " I'll take 15 G’s." I hand Yoongi the cash. He folds the money up, puts out the now-roach, and walks over to a small safe in the corner of his living room, resting atop his bookshelf. After putting in a code, he places the money into the safe, and takes out a large gallon bag of weed and a scale.

Yoongi sits back down next to me again, but closer this time. Setting down the scale on the coffee table in front of us, he turns it on and pivots his head toward me to ask, "Got a spare nickel, hun?"

Hun... HUN! Really! I scramble to find one of the coins in my wallet. I think I'm gonna explode, or maybe implode — I don't know, all I can feel is the blood rush to my cheeks as I try to keep calm. Hun, fucking hun is what’s gonna take me out. Ooff, it's a hard-knock life.  I find the coin and hold it out for him in my palm. "Uh, yeah, here." He smirks, shakes his head, and takes the nickel from me with his long, graceful fingers. Yoongi then places it onto the scale to make sure the weight isn't off. 

It comes out to 5 grams, and he hands the silver circle back to me. "Thanks," he says, as he starts to place large buds on the scale. "Y’know, I'm about to get a bunch of dabs in a few minutes, if you wanna wait around for a bit? We can smoke some."

"Of course!" I burst out, surprised he’s asked me to chill, let alone be here while he re-ups. Then, suddenly flustered: "I mean, who could say no to that?", when I realized that I'd just kinda yelled when I answered.

"Alright, cool." He smiles, and I can see it meet his eyes. "Well, while we wait, how about you roll a joint for us?" He hands me the papers, his grinder, and he places a rolling tray on my thigh — that, now that I'm looking at it, is way closer to Yoongi's than when he first sat down. I ignore my thoughts as I start getting ready to roll. After getting all the weed in the joint, I lick my lips to seal the spliff. Halfway through messing with the doobie, attempting to get it to seal perfectly, I look up to see Yoongi gazing at me, his lip caught between his teeth. When he sees I've noticed him looking, he immediately snaps out of it and finishes weighing my weed.

I'm not high enough for this shit. Oh my God, I feel like I’m gonna die, fuck. I can feel myself still blushing when he hands me my bag, and I hand him the joint. "Thanks," I mumble quietly.

"No problem." He pauses for a moment. Then, "So, did you want t-" he starts to say, when there's  a knock at the still-open door.

"Yo! What is up? Min Yoon-Gi?! " a boisterous voice yells, once through the door of the apartment. Yoongi's eyes roll, but he still has a smile on his face. 

"Hey, Tae. " He says in a joking tone. He gets up to greet the voice I now know as Tae. I turn to see a tall, tan, brown-haired man. He looked like a model, and was decked out in Gucci, but still made it look casual. The two men shake-up and hug; then, they both move to sit down. Yoongi sits next to me on the couch while Tae sits on the tan lazyboy, when he finally notices someone else is in the room.

"Well, hey there, lovely lady. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before." He crosses his legs and leans forward. "What's your name, beautiful? '' As Tae asks me this, not only can I see, but I can feel him undressing me in his head. 

"Y/N," I say while feeling my face heat up.

"Shit, sorry. I should’ve introduced you both." Yoongi says, swooping in. "Y/N, this is Taehyung."

"It's nice to meet you.'' I say meekly. I don't mean to, but I shrink back slightly towards Yoongi. I'm not usually this shy, but Taehyung seems a little too intense for me. Yoongi notices me growing awkward and decides to get the attention away from me. 

"So, are you and the guys all ready for Friday night?" Yoongi asks, with excitement in his voice. He takes out his wallet and pulls out a folded stack of cash.

“You fuckin' bet, Jin is cooking pork belly and cold noodles, and Hobi and Joon are bringing the soju and beer.” Taehyung says, smiling big.

“Now that sounds like a party!” Yoongi says, as he tosses the cash to Tae from across the table. 

"Not really, but I'm thinking about having one soon.'' Tae pauses, gazing at me. "Maybe Y/N could come. I'm sure we'd have a great time," he finishes, with a smirk and a wink. After having just calmed myself down from before, I quickly became flustered again because of the handsome stranger in the corner chair.

"Yeah, maybe. I work a lot, so you'll just have to let me know when it is," I try to say coolly. 

"Well, I would love to see you there," Tae says, while looking me up and down again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Yoongi frown for a second.

Yoongi clears his throat "So, what type of dabs you got in?" He says to the Gucci-dressed man. 

"I've got some shatter right now. Tastes like pine to me, but there's some lemon flavor in there." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wax paper with a thick helping of dabs folded into it. 

"You gonna stay a while and smoke some or what man?'' Yoongi asks Taehyung as he reaches for the packet. With the wax now in his possession, he leans back and adjusts himself on the couch. Scooting back, he stretches his arms up in the air and then rests one on the low back couch... behind me. I blush and feel my heart flutter — he's basically got his arm around me. 'Don't overthink this, Y/N, he's probably just getting comfortable, nothing to get your hopes up for.' But I can't remember a time where this has happened with him before, so I still keep hope. 

With a slightly wider smile on his face, Tae says with a sigh and a grin: "No, I've got places to be, people to meet. It's best that I'm off soon." He goes to stand and steps next to me, holding out his hand to me. Without thinking, I place my hand in his, and he leans over and lightly kisses the back of my knuckles. Tae looks at me, then at Yoongi, then back at me "Farewell, my dear, ‘till we meet again." A smirk shows up on his face as he swaggers towards the door "See you Friday, Yoongi! " With that, the door closes and I am left flabbergasted, with my heart pounding. Having never met a man as confident as him, I almost swooned.

Yoongi clears his throat. "Sorry about that; Taehyung is a bit of a romantic." He laughs, but his smile doesn't meet his eyes. He moves his arm from behind me and gets up to go lock the door. After I hear the lock click, Yoongi heads over to his room, and I hear some clinking; he comes back with a rig and a torch.

The rig is a clear beaker-type that is impressively clean, and the torch has a green tank with a metal top. Yoongi walks back towards me and I notice he has, in his mouth clenched between his straight teeth, a dab pick. His bottom lip slightly bends down under the pressure of the pick and I catch myself staring. Yoongi sits next to me again and sets everything on the table. He's close again and I feel my heart rate pick up. "So, have you ever done dabs before, Y/N?" he says my name in his low voice, and I try to keep my breath even. 'Geez, what is with me today?' I think to myself. 

“Y/N? You good?” Yoongi says, waving his hand in my face. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I blink a few times, realizing I've zoned off. 'Maybe it's this weed,' I think. "Yeah I’ve done a few dabs before, but it’s been a while." 

"Well, I'll try not to break you since you’re still kinda new to this." He looks at me with a smirk. "I'll do one first to show you how it's done," he says, flicking his hair out of his face. He faces the banger of the rig towards him and picks the wax paper back up. The paper crinkles as he opens it up, the shatter mercifully staying together in a single thick sheet. He dips the pick into the wax and pulls back quickly, breaking off a small piece, then placing the opposite side back in his mouth. ‘Christ, he’s hot when he does that.’ I shift in my seat when I realize I’m close enough to feel the heat off the torch when he lights it.

The scream of the torch fills the room with noise as Yoongi heats up the banger. Getting it to a red hot temperature, he turns off the torch and puts it back on the table. He moves his hand to take the back of his fingers to check the temp. Deciding it’s good enough, he then takes the pick out of his mouth, breathes deeply, then blows back out, getting ready for the dab to do its thing. Yoongi then puts his mouth to the rig, and dips the honey-covered pick into the banger, swirling it around. He starts pulling in smoke and the water in the rig bubbles up. He removes the pick and holds it out to me. I take the pick from him, only for him to pick up a silicone puck and place it over the banger. He lifts his head up, blows out a large cloud of smoke, and goes right back to finishing off the dab. Lifting his head for a second time, he blows out a smaller cloud, coughs a few times, and then clears his throat. “And that’s how it’s done,” he says, with his voice a bit froggy from the coughing. 

“Okay, I think I can do that.” I say, hoping I don't cough too hard and embarrass myself. Yoongi hands me the paper with the wax on it and I do something similar to what he did to get the dabs on the pick. 

“ I’ll heat it up for you.” he says while grabbing the torch and pushing the rig towards me. I nod my head and pull my long hair back behind my shoulders. The loud torch screams again until the banger is red hot. He checks the temperature again with the back of his fingers and then gives me the go ahead. I take a deep breath to clear my lungs and lean forward. I place the small dab into the banger and breathe in. As soon as I start to breathe in I realize I’m going to cough big time. 

My eyes start to water and my lungs start to hurt. I try to keep going but instead I lean back and let out a big cough. I start coughing a lot, to the point where a tear falls out of my eye; I feel like I can't breathe, and I am gasping for air. A little bit of spittle dribbles out of my lips and I immediately raise my hand to my mouth. I continue coughing and making wheezing noises when I try to breathe in. I finally take a deep breath while wiping my face free from the accumulated spit. ‘Of course I would die off of the smallest dab.’ I look at Yoongi and feel the blood rush to my face.

He’s sitting there looking at me, laughing with his hands on his stomach. “ I swear I’m not laughing at you, I do that sometimes too,” he says, with an elated sigh. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cough so much. I thought I would be able to take a small dab,” I say with a groggy voice, still recovering from the coughing fit.

“No, no, it’s fine, I swear; very normal to cough when you're new to dabs,” he says, while patting my back lightly. I look at him, now only thinking about the hand on my back. “You know, if you don’t want to cough so much, there’s other ways to do it,” he says, removing his hand. 

“Yeah, I’m sure there is, but I’ve only ever tried a rig. What other ways are you talking about?” 

“There's a few different options. We could try a lower temp dab, a smaller dab, or I have a dab straw you can use. It doesn't get nearly as hot, and lets you take a smaller dab.” Yoongi leans forward in his seat and starts to mess with the wax paper. It looks like he’s trying to thin out the dabs.

“The straw sounds like a good choice. Best of both worlds,”  I say with a clear voice, finally able to breathe right.

“It’s over there, in the middle drawer.” He points to a cabinet next to the bookshelf. “I’m gonna put some of these dabs into a puck.” He grabs the scale, which is still out, and the puck he used for his dab. 

I get up and walk over to the cabinet and pull open the drawer. Inside are a few bowls, some clean, some dirty; some gas canisters, a ton of lighters of all sizes, and 2 quartz straws. “Does it matter which one?” I say while bending over. There's a hum from Yoongi and I turn my head to look back at him. I notice his eyes aren't looking at me, but at my ass.

Yoongi clears his throat and quickly looks away once he realizes he’s been caught. “Yeah, either one is fine.” He clears his throat again while shifting in his seat. Maybe there is something between us, even if it is just sexual. Once I have the straw in my hand, I slowly walk back towards the couch, swaying my hips from side to side with a bit of confidence. Having grown comfortable in Yoongi’s company, I sit next to him again, close enough that our knees are touching. I hand the straw to Yoongi, but instead he places the puck, now filled with dabs, onto my knee. “Just hold it and I'll heat it up for you. You only have to tap it to the surface of the dabs, don't press down.” 

I nod my head once, readying myself for another dab. The torch lights up and heats the tip of the straw. Once red, Yoongi turns off the torch and says ‘go’, to which I start taking the dab. This one, I’m actually able to breathe in a lot of smoke. I remove the straw from the dab and blow out a big cloud. I still cough, but not nearly as hard, and I can manage my breathing pretty soon after. “Hmm. You're still coughing a bit. I might have another remedy for that.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” How is this man gonna prevent me from coughing? I lean my head to the side, genuinely curious.

 “You’ll have to be close if I'm gonna show you.” 

“Show me what?” I ask, as I scoot a little closer to him. Yoongi then wraps his arm around me with his hand on my waist. I feel him start to pull me in closer, until our legs are touching, along with our arms. I lean into him and look up at his eyes, that are on me. “Well, I’m here now. What do you wanna show me?” 

He chuckles. “How to shotgun a dab. I can almost guarantee you won't cough. It's like a second-hand dab,” he says, patting my knee with his other hand. Oh, to have both his hands on me. I wonder what they could do. “I'm gonna have to put my lips on yours, is that okay?” He is closer than he has ever been, and his low voice is not helping to calm my heart. Looking back into his eyes, I nod my head while biting my bottom lip. 

Yoongi quickly reaches his hand up and pulls my lip from my bite. “Words, hun.”

[12:33 AM] jaemin & jeno

dom!nomin, threesome (m/m/f), fingering, cum play, impact play, manhandling, breath play, oral (f receiving), finger sucking, degradation, lil bit of praising, overstimulation, unprotected sex, aftercare.

wc: 2.4k

You felt a couple pairs of eyes following you around the room, but you ignore them just as they have been ignoring you. 

“you better behave." jaemin's words ring out in your head.

But they should have known better than to think you were going to listen to them. 

When you do finally look at them, they’re no longer holding a conversation with their friends but instead watching you, trying to figure out what you were up to. You just smiled at Jeno and Jaemin before heading down a hallway away from the party, and you knew they would follow you. 

Once they caught up to you, they found you in front of one of the bathrooms. You had pulled your panties down from underneath your dress and let them fall to the floor. Then you bent over to pick them up, giving both of them a perfect view of your ass and a peek at your glistening wet pussy. 

You turned around to see the angry looks on their faces which only caused your smile to grow wider before you winked at them and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. 

When you opened the door, you expected to see both of them but were only met with Jeno, still looking angry nonetheless. 

"hi,” you smile at him, “where'd jaemin go?” you ask 

“to get the car. we’re leaving." jeno grabbed your hand

"already? I was just starting to have fun.”

“Yeah, I bet you were." jeno said 

"let me at least say goodbye to our friends.” he lets go of your hand, “hold onto these for me,” you slip your panties into Jeno's hand. You walked away before he could have the chance to say something.

But you looked back at him one last time, and you shivered at the dark look in his eyes.

You were really in for it tonight. 

-

After an unbearably silent car ride, you were now sitting in front of them on the bed. You could tell by the way Jeno had his arms crossed over his chest and Jaemin with his hands in his pocket that the both of them were mad. Perfect.

“I believe there was something I told you to do before we left." Jaemin started, "and what was it, baby?”

“to behave,” you answer 

“and did you?" jaemin asks

"no,” you reply 

“she enjoys being a bratty little slut too much to actually listen," Jeno interjects, and you smile at his words. 

"you gonna tell us why you pulled that stunt?” Jaemin asks

“because I wanted your attention,” you shrug 

“maybe we shouldn’t do anything to you, then. And just leave you like this." jeno says, and your heart drops at the thought of that. 

"But look at how wet I am for the both of you.” you spread your legs putting your bare pussy on display for them.

Next thing you know, you’re flipped onto your stomach with jeno's hand in your hair, keeping your head against the mattress.

“you never know when to quit, do you?" jeno hisses in your ear 

"and miss out on this? never,” you wiggled your ass into the air before jeno's hand harshly landed on your ass.

A sharp moan falls from your lips, and you feel yourself get wetter. You let out another breathy moan when jaemin's fingers come into contact with your pussy. 

He spreads your lips, allowing both him and jeno to see the way your pussy continues to leak with arousal. 

Before you had the chance to beg for him to do something, Jaemin slides two of his fingers inside of you. His fingers curled against your soft walls before he added a third. The stretch of jaemin’s fingers had your back arching.

“you like that, baby?" jaemin asks as his thumb comes into contact with your clit, rubbing sloppy circles.

"yes,” you pant.  

“I want you to come all over my fingers. make a mess all over my hand.”

“jaemin~”

“that’s right, baby. come for me.”

“fuck~” your thighs start shaking as your orgasm hits you.

Jaemin continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm regardless of how hard it was for his digits to move because of how tight you got. 

You felt jaemin pull his fingers away, and you were turned back onto your back. 

Jeno pulls your legs apart and sinks to his knees on the floor. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing your pussy closer to his face. 

You had barely recovered from your first orgasm when Jeno dipped his tongue into your heat, lapping up your come. He hummed against your skin, burying his face into your pussy.

You cried out from the overstimulation, and your hips lifted off the bed. But your strength was nothing compared to Jeno’s. He kept your hips pinned down to the bed and continued to eat you out.

Moans fell from your lips, uncontrollably, before jaemin decided to shut you up and shoved his fingers covered in your come into your mouth. 

“you’re such a whiny little slut." jaemin grinned when you instantly begin sucking his fingers. 

Your vision went black as your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. Your legs threatened to close around jeno’s head as you rode out your high, grinding your hips against his face. 

At least they actually let you catch your breath this time.

"Had enough yet, princess?" jeno asks, wiping his chin glistening in your juices, with the back of his hand. 

Even with tears beginning to well up in your eyes, you smiled and shook your head. 

"that’s what I thought." Jeno brushed your hair out of your face, "you can always take what we give you, isn’t that right, baby?” he asked, and you frantically nod. 

Jaemin gripped your chin between his fingers, causing you to crane your neck upward. He squished your cheeked together, getting you to part your lips for him to spit in your mouth. 

You gladly swallow his saliva and stick out your tongue, showing him you had done so. 

“Good girl," Jaemin lightly patted your cheek.

Both of their hands were on you, removing your dress and bra you were still wearing. You sat on your knees in the middle of the bed, and your eyes were glued to Jeno. He unbuttoned his shirt, discarding his clothes to the ground just as yours had been. 

Your eyes were drawn to jaemin as you positioned yourself on your knees for Jeno. Jaemin definitely was sitting in a chair in front of the bed, his legs spread on purpose. You stifled a moan into the sheets thinking of riding his thighs or sucking his-

your thoughts were cut off by the impact of jeno’s hand onto your backside, the stinging lasting longer than before. But the pain had you dripping down your inner thighs.

You felt Jeno rub his cock between your folds, teasing your clit until you were incoherently whining. Then he asks you, "you want me to fuck your little pussy, baby?” goosebumps rose over your skin, hearing his voice had dropped a few octaves. 

“uh huh,” you nodded while looking at him with pleading eyes. 

Your head fell back into the sheets, drunk off the feeling of jeno’s cock stretching your cunt. 

The most beautiful, raspy “fuck,” came from Jeno’s lips once he bottomed out. 

Jeno's finger gripped your hips, sliding out of your cunt then slamming back into you, causing you to cry out. “you’re always so wet and tight for us,” jeno grunted, and he began to fuck you.

Your moans only continued to grow louder the harder jeno pounded into you. From the way his fingers dug into your skin, you knew there were going to be bruises by tomorrow morning. 

Jeno's hand wrapped around the back of your neck, keeping your face buried in the sheets. 

“J-Jen, I'm—fuck I-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. 

“it’s alright, princess, just let go,” he tells you.

Tears blurred your vision as your walls pulsed around his cock. 

Jeno's relentless pace never faltered, and your body shook from oversensitivity. One of his arms snakes around your torso and pulls you up from the bed. 

“Jeno, I can’t, I can’t. It’s too much.” you cried. 

You felt jeno’s chest vibrate against your back as he laughed. 

“you hear this, Jaem? she thinks she’s in charge." 

"Obviously, someone hasn’t learned their lesson yet.” you hear Jaemin's voice. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you lifted your head to look at jaemin. 

The sight of jaemin with his hand wrapped around his cock almost sent you into another orgasm. 

“holy shit, you’re choking my cock, sweetheart,” jeno said through gritted teeth. 

“can I please come?” you ask, feeling your climax only out of arms reach 

“I don’t know." jeno smiled when his fingers stimulated your clit, and your body started twitching, "what do you think, Jaemin?”

“do you think you deserve it?" jaemin asks you.

"yes.” you quickly answer, so desperate for release

“that’s funny." jaemin deadpanned, "because if I remember correctly, this is your punishment.”

“but i-” you started.

“and why are you being punished?" Jaemin asks.

"because I didn’t listen to you,” you answer. 

“and?" Jeno asks 

"I acted like a brat,” you reply 

“that’s right. and you think you deserve to get what you want?" jaemin asks 

"I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“You promise?" jaemin asks softly. 

"I promise,” you whisper. 

Jaemin ran his hand through his hair and tilted his head. His eyes raked over your body, watching you tremble in jeno's arms, cheeks wet from tears as you begged him to allow you to come. 

“you can come, angel,” was all it took for the dam to break, and euphoria flooded your entire body.

Jeno's hips stuttered, roughly hitting your sweet spot before slowing down and fucking his come into you. 

Jeno let your body fall onto the bed as he collapsed against the pillows, catching his breath. Jaemin studied your face, from your glossy eyes to your swollen lips, and thought you looked beautiful when you were totally fucked out.

Jaemin replaced Jeno between your legs, his hand slowly tracing up your inner thigh. You felt his fingers smearing jeno's come that was slowly beginning to spill out of you, all over your pussy. Your hips bucked up into Jaemin’s touch, and he slapped your pussy, causing you to moan.

“you’re such a greedy little slut aren’t you.” you moan when jaemin’s fingers brushed over your clit, “being fucked once isn’t enough for you, huh?”

And you slowly shook your head, eyes flickering down to his soft lips you wanted to kiss so badly.

“tell me what you want, angel.”

“I want you to fuck me.” you batted your lashes, “please, nana." was all you had to say, and Jaemin easily slid his cock into you with the assistance of Jeno's come.

Jaemin has such a weak spot for you, it’s ridiculous.

Even in the midst of you being punished, you still got what you want.

"spoiled brat," jeno scoffed from the chair jaemin was sitting in earlier.

"not my fault she’s so adorable." jaemin kissed your cheek, "she’s such a pretty little cocksleeve, just waiting to be filled up.” you moaned as jaemin started to move his hips.

Jaemin's name mixed with whines and moans tumble from your lips, and he only continued to fuck you deeper. You felt jaemin’s hand wrap around your neck, restricting your airflow. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head the more pressure jaemin applied.

“my god, angel, how are you still so tight?” jaemin threw his head back

You hooked your legs around his hips, trying to get him to fuck you deeper.

“harder. fuck me harder. please, jaemin,” you whined

He grinned upon hearing your request and took one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder. Not only did the new angle allow jaemin to fuck you even deeper, but his hips also slammed into yours harder. 

Your entire body tensed, and you grabbed onto Jaemin’s arms. Your nails left imprints on his skin as you get lost in the pleasure.

“I can’t- I can’t anymore, jaemin, please.” you stumbled over your words

“you sure about that baby?” he asks you, “what do you think, Jen?" jaemin asks jeno

"I think she can take one more," Jeno answers. 

If you really wanted to tap out now, jaemin was giving you a chance to, but you just silently nodded, telling him it’s okay to keep going. 

"that’s it, baby, take it like a good little slut.” the contrast between how sweet jaemin’s voice sounded and his words made your head spin. 

You started to feel lightheaded, and with the way jaemin's pelvis dragged against your clit, it didn’t take long before you were creaming his cock.

jaemin only slowed down when your pussy squeezed his cock so hard he could barely move. Ropes of his own come spilled inside of you along with what was left of jeno’s. 

Jaemin pulled out of you, and both his and Jeno’s come immediately began leaking out of your pussy. 

They both watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, forcing more of their come out of you. Jeno’s hand was between your legs again, and you shut your knees with a whimper. 

“sensitive?" jeno asks. 

You nodded with tears still in your eyes. But Jeno still slid two fingers inside your pussy, collecting with his, yours, and jaemin's come on his fingers. 

"open up, baby," jeno runs his finger across your bottom lip

you don’t hesitate to do what you’re told and part your lips for him to slide his fingers into your mouth. You closed your lips around jeno’s fingers, licking them clean, humming at the taste of your come mixed with theirs.

"you did so well angel, I’m proud of you.” jaemin stroked your head and kissed your forehead.

“you gotta get cleaned up." jeno says

"I’m fine. I’m just tired.” you say, closing your eyes

“we know, but you have to take a shower.” jaemin said

“But I wanna sleep,” you whined

a beat of silence passed before jeno pulled you up from the bed and carried you from the bed to the bathroom.

You were in and out for a bit, but you remember being in the shower with jeno, and now you’re back in bed wearing either his or jaemin’s clothes.

While Jaemin was still in the shower, Jeno applied lotion to your reddened skin to prevent bruising.

By the time jaemin came out of the bathroom, you were half asleep in jeno’s arms. you eventually drifted off to sleep in a tangle of limbs between the both of them.

a/n:..i may have gotten a little carried away..but i hope you like it :))

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

PAIRING | HAECHAN X CAT HYBRID F!READER

WARNINGS | MENTIONS OF SEX TOYS AND HEATS, IMPLIED MASTURBATION, SWEARING, MENTIONS OF OVERSTIMULATION, HAECHAN IS A LITTLE BIT RUDE, UNPROTECTED SEX, MANHANDLING, MENTION OF SAFE WORD(?) BUT READER DOESN'T USE IT, SQUIRTING.

SUMMARY | YOU'RE EXPRENCING YOUR FIRST HEAT AND JAEHYUN IS MILES AWAY. HAECHAN OFFERS HIS HELP, YET YOU ONLY WANT YOUR OWNER AND WHEN HE WALKS IN ON YOU TRYING TO TAKE MATTERS INTO YOUR OWN HANDS, YOU LET HIM HELP.

WORK COUNT | 1.6K

AUTHOR’S NOTE | THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A TIMESTAMP, LESS THAT 500 WORDS...OOPS? ALSO NOT PROOFREAD

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“Your cat is crying, I think she’s in her heat or whatever.”

It’s not the first thing Jaehyun expects to hear when he answers Haechan’s call and it takes him a moment to process it. Your first heat and he’s miles away from you. Jaehyun knew you’d get your heat, he had been informed about it when he came to pick you up. “She’s got plenty of toys. Second drawer in the bathroo-”

Haechan frowns. That would explain why the two of you spent so long in Jaehyun’s bathroom and were not showering.

“...she knows where they are, don't worry and, Haechan?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep your dick away fro- ”

Haechan hangs up with a scoff. As if they would work, you needed more than a stupid piece of vibrating pink plastic to satisfy yourself and despite Jaehyun’s words, Haechan was going to do just that.

He steps back into the room, eyes landing on your figure and your bare back, as you had half your face pressed into your pillow with teary eyes. Your legs are covered with a duvet that Jaehyun had brought just for you and it's settled comfortably up to your hips, but you’re not comfortable.

The growing ache between your legs is getting harder to ignore and you know that eventually the friction from rubbing your thighs won’t be enough, you need Jaehyun.

“Jaehyun can’t come right now.” Haechan speaks, sliding the phone in his back pocket. It’s not exactly true but Jaehyun couldn’t come straight away. Or rather he doesn’t want Jaehyun to come straight away.

You let out a high whine, squeezing your thighs together in frustration. Jaehyun had promised to be there for your first heat!

“It hurts.” You cry, a hand moving in between your legs to help satisfy the ache and Haechan seems to notice the duvet shift around.

“Are you touching yourself?”

Your eyes dart open, embarrassment heating up your cheeks even more than they already were and you raise your head just enough so that his face is in view. “No-no.” You answer, moving your hand away and suddenly the ache isn’t the first thing on your mind.

“No?”

You gently shake your head.

“Did Jae not tell you lying is bad?”

You think for a moment. No but you never did, to him at least. Haechan was a different story.

“Do you want me to massage it?” There’s a smirk plastered on Haechan’s face and he’s hoping you’ll agree to his offer. “It would help.” He could do more than a massage, if you wanted.

“No,” You whine. “I want Jaehyun.”

Haechan sighs,

“I already told you, he’s not coming.” Haechan’s face returns to the same it was when he was talking to the man mentioned and he finds himself speaking in a harsher tone.

“I don’t care.”

“He said to use the toys in the second drawer in the bathroom.” He mumbles, walking out the room and closing the door to your bedroom in a rude manner, the loud bang enough to startle you and make you frown under the covers.

‘What was so special about Jaehyun that Haechan couldn’t do?’ He thinks to himself, his hand still on the door handle.

Jaehyun was the one who had brought you here and took care of you the most, financially but Haechan still did things for you. Like…feed you popcorn that one time when you were wearing a skirt and he asked about your new collar-

Haechan realises he hasn’t been the most pleasant housemate since you arrived and has been annoying more than anything else. Tugging your tail the first time he met you, maybe he’s left a bad impression on you. Maybe that’s why you don’t like him as much as Jaehyun or even Johnny.

He turns to open the door and is met with a rather unexpected but amazing sight.

Absolute bare, face down, ass up with your legs spread just enough for your hand to push one of the dildos Jaehyun had brought you but it feels nowhere near as good as the real thing.

“Holy shit.” Haechan swears he could burst at this view, and your whimpering? You seem like you're in pain but Haechan knows it’s your heat.

You’re mumbling something but he can’t hear you, your face is pressed into one of your pillows and he’s convinced you can’t hear him either.

After much attempt with the dildo, you sit up. Eyes threatening to spill tears of frustration, you look behind to your least favourite housemate and he’s got a tent in his pants.

“It’s not working.” You speak, defeated. “They don’t work, it hurts so bad.”

“I’ll help.”

Within moments, Haechan has stripped himself out of his own clothing, dropping onto the floor and then crawling onto the bed next to you. He puts you back into the position you were in when he’d opened the door and slides himself in with one thrust. He stays inside for a few seconds, bringing one hand around to tease your clit and the other to massage one of your nipples.

He’s gentle with everything, the kisses he places on your shoulder, the way he cups your breast and holds your hips, even with your tail, letting it rest against his thigh. Everything but the way he rams his cock back into you, making you yelp and clench in surprise. His hand on your sensitive clit also speeds up and soon you find yourself getting close to climaxing.

Then, he stops. Sliding himself out, removing his hands off of you and lays down instead. “Use me, kitten.”

“Huh?” Your brows knit in the loss of pleasure, as you glance back at him.

“Use. Me.”

Haechan helps you onto him, both of your legs on either side of his and he holds his cock as you slide down his length. Maybe helping you like this would help change the view you had on him.

You’re still on him, his cock filling you up as he laid under you. “You can move, you know?”

You hum, rotating your hips in an experimental manner and Haechan gulps, his eyes are closed just like yours. He’s got a grip on your hips, mainly in case you lose your balance but when you move in a circle once again, the tip of his fingers dig into your skin.

“Fuck.” Haechan pushes himself up, into you and it’s just enough for you not to notice but it seems to bring back the start of an orgasm for you.

Your walls clench around his dick, both your hands planted on his chest as you raised yourself up only to drop yourself down on his cock, squishing his balls a little but he was thrusting up into you too.

You gasp aloud, clenching once again. You couldn’t help it. Your walls squeezing around his length only brought the climax closer but it still wasn't enough to orgasm just yet. As if a light bulb went off in your head, you tug at one of his hands away from your hips and move it to where the two of you met.

“There, there, touch me, Haechan- Touch it, please!”

No questions or teasing, he does as you beg. Laying his hand flat against you and his thumb over your clit, rubbing it circles. He can’t believe he’s being bossed around by you, but it doesn’t matter as long as he’s got his dick inside of you.

You’re bouncing on him like no tomorrow, desperate and pathetic. That’s how he’d describe you, your moaning and the way your legs shake as you edge closer.

“I’mm…” You don’t complete you sentence, grinding down on his length as he arches his back off the bed, giving you every inch of himself and more as you climax.

“Oh, kitten…” He grunts before his jaw goes tense as he finishes inside of you. He blames it on the way you're squeezing his cock and when he feels you go back, he pushes you back himself before moving on top of you.

He does this all without pulling out or even removing his thumb away from you or even kneeling on your tail. He continues to pound into you, not caring if his cum came out and fell onto a part of your tail and bed. You could clean up later and he could help too.

When his dick can’t handle the overstimulation anymore, it’s only then he decides to pull out but his hand stays on you. Your legs are already apart and Haechan takes advantage of that, moving his whole hand over your core, like he’d seen on porn.

Most girls would squirt and he hasn’t gotten to see you do that just yet. Your thighs tremble and Haechan holds onto one of your ankles as the tip of his dick pokes the side of your ass, now softer.

“Safe word’s ‘collar’, kitten.” When you reach to grab onto his wrist, he still doesn’t stop. “You can say it.” He speeds up his hand movement, making your breathing go all gaspy and out of breath once again. “Say it.”

But you don’t. It feels too good. You let your head fall onto the mattress, your hand still on his but you aren’t trying to stop him anymore. You arch your back when a familiar sensation begins to build up and it feels like electricity pulsing through your veins. You can feel it in your chest and the heels of your feet dig into your bed.

“Haechan, I’m! Ah-”

Haechan’s too focused on your facial expressions so he feels a stream of liquid hit his stomach before he realises-

“Kitten, you squirted!”

instinct | chan

i. sunday (4.5k)

But sometimes, rarely, in little moments like this, you feel the tension.

The unspoken, simple reminder that you are an alpha, and Chan is not.

ii. monday (5k)

There’s a warm feeling in your chest, an almost squeezing sensation, as you watch him.

It looks good. He looks good. You should probably tell him this – for some unfathomable reason, Chan refuses to believe himself good-looking – but the words can’t seem to leave your mouth right now.

iii. monday evening (7.9k)

“A rut…with Hyunjin?”

You think it over, what those words entail, just how surreal they sound. For just a moment, you try to picture it.

You don’t notice Chan glancing over at you as you do so.

iv. tuesday (5.3k)

“So, we’re talking about an omega.”

You blanch. “No.”

“Hypothetically,” Seungmin adds, tilting his head. “Some kind of hypothetical omega friend of yours.”

v. wednesday (6.7k)

“Can I…ask you something kind of personal?”

You frown. “Yeah, sure?”

Chan looks you straight in the eye. “Why are you going through your rut alone?”

vi. thursday (3.7k)

But when the door finally opens, the scent hits you before anything else, and you nearly melt.

Chan.

Chan’s here.

…Oh, fuck. Chan’s here.

vii. friday (5.2k)

This is supposed to be something to share with someone.

And now that the thought has entered your mind, you can’t give it up.

You need to make someone feel good, make them happy, to put all your thoughts and energy into.

You need someone.

viii. saturday (6.7k)

You don’t want to confront the fact that you had basically begged one of your closest friends to come to your room and fuck you until your brain stops working, but as you’re growing more and more lucid, you know it’s only a matter of time before you have to. “I think I’m just…I don’t know, embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Chan says, firmly.

ix. sunday (5.1k)

If you only had this day left, if Chan was still just here as a favour…

Well, it’s high time you return that favour. Maybe give Chan a glimpse of what things could be like, should he…should the two of you…

You swallow at the thought, already getting nervous.

x. tuesday (2.5k)

Jisung scoffs under his breath. “You guys are going to be so sickening, I can tell.”

“Excuse you,” you say, pouting. “We’re going to be cute as fuck, and you know it.”

Love Bites

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader, ft. Mark Lee | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

Warnings: Smut, vampire sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking. For the sake of the plot, Y/N is slightly intoxicated in this fic (drunk sex). Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.

Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on daily basis. 

You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence in secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t really identify them as a threat. You perceive things in a similar way. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can co-exist in peace. That’s what you believe.

So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the cute guy—probably still in his early twenties—who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greet each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, “Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s too cute to be a serial killer anyway.” Which, you realize soon enough, was a poor, terrible logic on your part. 

But you turn over his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.

So clearly, you do not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you do not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for research purposes). And you most clearly do not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, not caring when trails of blood start to taint her bare shoulder and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.

So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:

Oh shit.

“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your own. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by the sight of him with his eyes turning as dark as the night. His brunette hair is made of curls and waves, seems unbelievably soft and silky with bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in hurry with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is). His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his v-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.

Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, so you’re not a vampire drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck?”

He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”

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Watch Me

summary: you pick up the voyeuristic habit of watching your neighbor that never closes his curtains and whose face you never see. on an unrelated note, you start dating the cute barista from down the street that also happens to live in the building across from yours. what could happen?

length: 14,633 words

tags: non-idol au, voyeurism, masturbation, snowballing, squirting, blowjobs

The first time was an accident. Absolutely and completely an accident.

How were you supposed to just not look out your apartment window at the gorgeous sunset unfurling over the city? And it’s hardly your fault that your eyes were drawn to the glow of a window almost directly across from yours in the narrow gap between your building and the next building of your complex. The window was probably one level below yours, so as your eyes were drawn down toward the warm yellow glow, you could see clearly down into the room.

Most other windows on that building facing you were dark, curtains drawn or nobody home, but this window was illuminated, eye-catching.

And the windows in your building as well as in that one across from you were all floor-to-ceiling windows, giving you a wide view. You only gave that window a cursory look, able to make out a tiny stretch of floor and then approximately the bottom half of a bed. And a man lying naked on that bed, his head out of sight of the window, but the rest of him definitely within sight. Particularly, what drew your eye the most was the placement of his hand, stroking away on his erection.

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「1:19 AM」 → In which your boyfriend, Lee Jeno, makes it a challenge for you to ride him and not have your glasses slip off | smut

inspired by this jeno mb, look how hot he is please !!!

warnings | fem reader & afab, dom/sub dynamic, penetrative sex, riding, mentions of punishment, mentions of marking, slightly bratty reader, jeno is a little shit, implied edging, slight asphyxiation, use of the word "slut"

note | i've been <333 at jeno ngl he's so fine and yes i purposefully made it 1:19 AM because of the song 119 it's so sexy

smut under the cut, minors dni

"You're doing awfully well, sweetie." Jeno smiled, almost as if he was unfazed by the fact you were eagerly riding his cock, trying desperately to win the challenge.

"I fu—cking hate you, Jeno." you spoke out, trying to be as controlled as possible, attempting to mirror his calm demeanour regardless of the fact that he felt amazing in you.

And it felt even better since you were taking matters into your own pacing. With one condition.

Jeno, despite he himself not needing his glasses anymore, loved whenever you wore yours. To him, you looked pretty (given that he found you pretty all the time). And earlier today, he had made a request that he wanted to fuck you in them. Which you interjected back with requesting to ride him.

You liked to do so, even if it meant you did a little more work, because of how fine he looked when he was laying down, looking up at you with eager eyes. Not to mention his strong hands on your thighs, hips, or waist, gripping you.

Because your boyfriend had a bit of a competitive nature in him, he made an ultimatum out of both your requests. You were allowed to cum immediately when riding him, without edging, if you managed to keep your glasses on while doing so.

If you succeeded in doing so, bonus "points" if you made Jeno cum before yourself, he would do anything you asked for the next time the two of you had sex. However, if your glasses came off, he would be allowed to edge you for as long as he wanted—even if it meant you wouldn't cum at all that night.

Nonetheless, keeping them on was harder than you thought.

The worked up, thin sheen of sweat that sex caused, especially since you were riding Jeno, on your body wasn't helping. Let alone whenever you wanted to look down at him, desiring to see his bare chest heaving, a chain decorating his neck alongside the hickeys you had left.

But, you were determined.

"Shit, that feels good, baby." Jeno admitted when you clenched around him on purpose, your wet cunt engulfing him whole.

You looked at his eyebrows contort in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he hissed, eyes only half open to stare at you. Your hands were on his chest, near his shoulders, while his were rubbing up and down your moving thighs.

And just like Jeno, you were feeling just as euphoric, somehow the situation arousing you even more.

It didn't help that his hair slightly stuck to his forehead, long enough to almost shade his face, but just enough to make it seem as if he was peering at you, a hungry and lust-filled look supported by how handsome your boyfriend was.

You could feel your glasses slipping, a slight fog even appearing on the lenses because of the intensity of your actions. Skin-to-skin slapping and your moans were already filling the room, but now that Jeno was beginning to get into the heat, his deep grunts mixed into the sex—further turning you on.

You could feel your nose bridge losing grip on them, making you try to keep your head still in the midst of your constant movements.

Unfortunately, Jeno took notice. And he didn't mind cheating a little in this game.

Moving up on his own, he brought you with him as he scooted up to sit against the headboard. You were breathless, and a bit confused, but continued nonetheless once he was settled.

However, a surge of sensitivity ran through your nerves when Jeno held your tits, both his thumbs playing with each of your previously neglected buds. You audibly gasped and halted your hips, keeping still against his abdomen.

"Jeno—" you said his name in such a manner that made him chuckle cockily, knowing well he was making you feel good.

"How about I do..." he pondered for a bit, before sinking his hips down against the bed, before harshly pushing into you, "This?"

"O—oh my god." you moaned out, the tip of his cock hitting forcibly against that one spot, making your upper body react to the attention to both your breasts and pussy.

And you could barely watch when you felt your glasses come off, eyes hazy from the satisfaction, the pair falling on his toned stomach as if to mock you.

"Looks like I win, princess." he teasingly declared while coming closer to you. Even when he was under you, staring up at you, Jeno always seemed to know how to put you in your place.

How to make you succumb to him.

You were still trying to catch your breath, the walls of your cunt pulsating against his cock, wanting to move again or have him pound into you. You needed more friction. You needed to cum.

But that wasn't in the deal.

That wasn't promised the second your glasses slipped off.

It was even worse that you were feeding your boyfriend's ego. It took him one assertive move for them to come off, and for you to lose to him. And he knew it all too well that you wouldn't even care after a while as long as his cock was in you.

Jeno straightened his back, coming near to your face as he placed a number of gentle kisses against your jaw.

His hand, however, was contradicting his "sympathetic" pecks on your skin when it moved your hair away from your neck. Which was the peace before he spread his fingers around your throat, gripping the sides.

Your breath hitched, guiltily enjoying the feeling.

He stopped the kisses, pulling you down with his grip, your forehead now against his. You could see his lips upturning into a devious smirk, smug and sultry as he spoke;

"You knew damn well you couldn't win against me, sweetie. You're too much of a slut for me to not cave to my fucking cock."

Choices : Aqua Line

⇢ Synopsis: A night with your three best friends takes an unexpected turn when you admit you’ve been trying to decide which member of Pentagon’s ‘Aquarius Line’ you like most.

⇢ Warnings: Foursome, rough switch Kino, Simp Wooseok, exasperated Dom Yuto, oral (m/f receiving), Wooseok has a case of big cock syndrome, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink, ‘Pip Squeak’ pet name, spanking, choking, etc… ⇢ Pairing: Wooseok & Kino & Yuto (Pentagon’s Aqua line) x reader ⇢ Genre: smut.  ⇢ Word count: 9.5k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, Long time Pining brought to the surface with a ripping of an emotional bandaid, polyamory, non-idol au. 

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“What are you thinking about?” Yuto asks, taking a seat. You make room for him by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing your friend to slip under them. His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Wooseok has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it in a bet with Yeo One on whether or not their two friends were hooking up with the same girl at the same time.  

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Yeo One hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Wooseok has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years it’s been worn down by countless people. 

“This couch.” You breathe, leaning your head to the side, against the cushion. 

“How high are you?” Yuto laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous Japanese boy, who had rolled into your life around the same time Wooseok and Kino had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had been put together in a group project, only to find out that all three of them had been born within the same ten days. The ‘Aquarius Line’ had bonded immediately, and the three were easy going enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for Yuto, turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since. 

“For real.” Yuto says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring clad hair through his tousled half mullet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid.” You sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you that grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills.” Wooseok sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during the big man’s process of forcing himself between you and Yuto.

Wooseok has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Kino.” You smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Wooseok shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Hui.” 

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Wooseok and he reluctantly accepts it. “Hui drinks the strongest drinks of any of us.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow.” Yuto chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip. 

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Kino?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while.” Wooseok says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Yuto asks.

“Maybe-” Wooseok cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be.” Yuto responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them. 

“Stop being so grumpy.” Wooseok shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see. 

“I’m not.” You insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Kino and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture.” You sigh. “I mean- what’s the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak.” Yuto chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny lil nugget next to your three massive besties, the youngest of whom towers over everyone you meet with his monstrous height of six foot three. 

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet.” Wooseok rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Wooseok!” You and Yuto both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Wooseok’s lap while Yuto shoves him, and the massive man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile. 

“Why are we fighting Wooseok?” Comes an excited voice, and Kino tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“He’s being a bad boy.” You respond, fingers finding Kino’s freshly dyed, soft pink hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Wooseok insists. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Yuto chuckles.

“I’m missing something-” Kino says from your lap, looking up at you with massive eyes, “tell me?” 

“All I said was that Y/N doesn’t need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit.” Wooseok states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Kino teases, looking at his friend with a half shocked expression and widened eyes.

“Well-” Wooseok visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I’d missed a massive milestone in your guys’ friendship.” Kino says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again, turning onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy.” Wooseok fires back immediately, and his ears turn bright red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you.” Yuto says smoothly.

Wooseok holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Yuto stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now.” He reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Wooseok groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

Born within a ten day span, these three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Yuto expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Wooseok playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me.” Kino says wistfully from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Yuto sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Kino.” Yuto scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Kino laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Yuto by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” You sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your three constant companions, who erupt into chaos. 

“You love us.” Yuto insists while Kino defends his behaviour, and Wooseok pretends to look scandalized at the notion of him being a ‘man slut’. 

The bickering subsides when Hui’s voice bellows “Wooseok!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Yanan, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Hui finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home. 

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Hui turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here.” Wooseok says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at ‘Aqua House’, as Wooseok had dubbed it when they moved it. In fact, last year, you’d spent all of Birthday Week (10 days) here- your ‘mere presence being the gift we want most’…. or so they’d insisted. 

“As always,” Hui sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three monstrous best friends, who tower over you, “be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Wooseok to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Yuto to hug you a little too hard one day- 

“No promises.” Wooseok grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful. 

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they demand too much and you need an escape.” Hui warns you, earning some irritated sounds from the men behind you, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours.” Kino insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Wooseok. 

Hui rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her.” Yuto promises.

You’re truly trapped now. 

The moment the door is closed behind Hui, sealing you in with your best friends, Kino and Wooseok jump into action. The larger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Kino mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen. 

Yuto tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving. 

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movies.” Wooseok states.

“Drinks first.” Kino insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Yuto’s fingers press gently into your skin, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steady at your back. 

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities, why do you always have to be the Wooseok and Kino tie breaker? 

“I don’t care.”

“Movies.” Wooseok states again, pulling on your arm.

Kino tugs your other side, “Drinks first.” 

Yuto sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Wooseok, you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay?”

“No promises.” Kino grins, pulling you away from Wooseok successfully this time.

Yuto catches your eye and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Kino under control in the booze department. 

“You,” Kino grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And i’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you and you laugh.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I’m the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win.” You roll your eyes.

Wooseok can’t cook (or do anything of the sorts) to save his life, and Yuto- well, Yuto has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race. 

You have to admit, Kino moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscle visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the smallest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women for that matter. 

You’re so busy watching Kino’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Hui had bought it for Yuto for secret Santa one year in an effort to get the young frat boy to cook more often- 

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Kino to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek. 

Kino’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow. 

As Kino sets the tray down, Wooseok stands and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Kino and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Kino recoils with disgust, shoving Wooseok- only to be attacked on the other side by Yuto, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Kino’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me Squeak!” 

“You wore the apron!” Wooseok laughs, and you know he jumps at any opportunity to terrorize his friend. 

“Just drink your drinks.” Kino groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Kino Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Hui, and you’re pretty sure Yeo One as well, so you wonder how many Kino Cat Lives are even left. 

“Remember when I sat next to you tonight?” Yuto says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Yuto lets you get seated next to him but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Kino and Wooseok who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Japan grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.”

“Yuto-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Yuto-” Your voice is something near a whimper, shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that has just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn.” He says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Wooseok and Kino- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty handed. Unable to choose. 

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Kino’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking.” Yuto shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking.” Wooseok states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight.” Yuto says. 

However, when Yuto says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly. 

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive. 

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit.” Kino agrees lightheartedly, leaning into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Wooseok sits up in his seat, his massive hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Yuto’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point.” Yuto says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

“Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore.” Kino interrupts you. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.” 

You stare at Kino with shock for a moment, and then you look at Yuto, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Yuto meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on.” He prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am.” You respond, turning sideways, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. Wooseok is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Kino is sitting perfectly still, something that is very out of the ordinary. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Yuto’s hand squeezes your thigh and it’s Wooseok who mumbles a whiney; “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Yuto’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Yuto grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Yuto groans, fingers digging into your waist, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Kino moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” You ask, looking past Kino’s shoulder at Wooseok, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out. 

“Then you like all three of us.” Yuto says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core, even with both your pants in the way. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” You breathe as Kino releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hook up culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it.” Yuto tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before. 

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” You question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it. 

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome.” Kino insists, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness in their iris’s: lust.

That’s never been there before… at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three.” You laugh, meeting Wooseok’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Woo?”

“I think-” He coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Yuto stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear. 

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Yuto’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven’t.” Yuto breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms. 

Kino and Wooseok are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences, from Wooseok’s more relaxed, grunge, all dark look, with his longish hair length, and massive, beautiful eyes- then there’s Kino, looking substantially smaller than his six foot three counterpart, and just as different in colour scheme, all pink hair and pops of colour in his outfit-

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” You ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Yuto steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Yuto retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything.” You frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Kino?” 

“Yes, Yuto?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Wooseok, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Yuto grins down at you and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it. 

“You’re not getting it-” You whine, removing the pillow after a moment. 

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Yuto reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist. 

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Kino snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet. 

“Our little kitten doesn’t get it.” Yuto tuts. “Wooseok, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the tallest, youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Kino’s right side, and he’s watching you with those big doe eyes of his. 

Wooseok rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff.” He says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” You ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak.” Kino says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Yuto explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two wont get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Kino has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently.

“Besides,” Yuto lets out a small chuckle, “Wooseok’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Kino or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Wooseok again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-” 

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Yuto finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don’t be worried about consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Hui finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes.” Yuto chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him ,and Yuto easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek bone lovingly. Yuto looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. 

You trust Yuto- and you trust Kino, and Wooseok. 

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Yuto’s neck, and press your lips to his for the very first time.

His hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Yuto grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Yuto with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is. 

Kino’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Yuto and back towards the new man behind you. Your pink haired friend grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact. 

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Kino’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. Kino’s teeth graze your jugular and Yuto breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin. 

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Yuto’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs. 

Then you remember the soft man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Wooseok-”

Yuto chuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yuto asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Wooseok’s name while Kino and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Yuto’s belt to drag him closer. 

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Kino hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing. 

You moan around Yuto’s fingers and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Kino, “Wooseok deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Kino’s lips brush by your ear when he asks; “and we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Yuto pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Yuto’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder. 

“Fine.” Yuto says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Wooseok first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let’s make him wait.” Kino pouts behind you, and a moment later he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Yuto laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Kino groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Kino asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Yuto stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Wooseok sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Yuto’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait.” He assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions.” Kino mutters behind you, making both you and Yuto laugh.

Kino must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea-” He groans, unable to finish his sentence. 

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Yuto had been eager but collected, Kino is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you- and then his hands disappear- only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Kino’s lips move to your neck and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins it’s descent.  His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Kino undoes the clasp, the largest set of hands yet finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Kino, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts. 

“Fuck-” Kino groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Kino to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours. 

Kino’s mouth continues its downward, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Kino looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Kino immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off. 

“You’re in for it now.” Yuto chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Japan, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair, and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face. 

You don’t have to ask what Yuto is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Kino loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs- he definitely delivers.

The pink haired man pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty covered core. He places an open mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Wooseok groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I’m not forcing you to stand there and watch.” Kino responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core, a shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair. 

“Kino-” You whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin. 

The bed dips next to you, and then a large hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you. 

Wooseok looks down at you, eyes full of wonder, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Wooseok to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple. 

Kino sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Wooseok’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Kino continues to lick and slurp at your entrance- a moment later two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

The pink haired man’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Wooseok’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Kino lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Wooseok’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open. 

He moves between your legs slowly, giving you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist. 

“Wooseok?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky.

You push at his shoulders, and Wooseok lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily. 

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you. 

You roll your hips, and you can feel Wooseok’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Wooseok’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt. 

“Off.” You mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Wooseok had had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Wooseok kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans. 

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Wooseok quickly, then beginning your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Wooseok looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip at the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Wooseok into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Wooseok while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Kino. 

“I know you said you wanted him first-” The mischievous man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Wooseok so your back is now to Kino’s chest. He runs his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in it’s wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Kino laughs. He lets you go, shoving your back roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Wooseok once more.

You feel Kino rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care, taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken much too long. 

One of Kino’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Wooseok, toes curling with anticipation.

Kino chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart.” Kino warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Wooseok, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Kino behind you and at full energy. 

Wooseok doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his large hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan. 

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Kino, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Kino being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Wooseok’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Kino fucking you silly with even more intensity. 

“She feels so good.” Kino groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in.” Yuto’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there-

Kino simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Kino grabs at your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly. 

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Kino’s condescending laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Kino’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere. 

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Kino is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Kino pushing you onto Wooseok’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you catch your breath. But when you shift, and feel Wooseok’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Wooseok. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Wooseok’s hands find your waist, a wide eyed look on his face. 

He’s big.

So, so big. 

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Kino - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for your six foot three bestie with hands larger than your entire head. 

You press your palms flat to Wooseok’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Wooseok’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for the large maknae below you, who man handles you despite your top position. 

You don’t care that Wooseok’s taken the power from you. Your mind going blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Yuto’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Wooseok moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him. 

“Now you kitten,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Wooseok for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Wooseok’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Wooseok’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Yuto is kneeling there in front of you. 

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Yuto, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Wooseok’s knees while you grind back against him in a mock reverse cowgirl position.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at him, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Yuto’s pants- only for Wooseok to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment. 

Yuto laughs above you. “Our little chew toy.” He says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I’d love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

Yuto even guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair, and you realize he’s going to facefuck you while Wooseok thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in. 

You give yourself up completely to Yuto and Wooseok, their little chew toy, and your whole being floods with pleasure from them using you. 

You hollow your cheeks around Yuto, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Wooseok groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I’ll do it again.” Yuto says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time. 

Wooseok moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that making you choke on Yuto’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip-

“Can you just cum already?!” Yuto says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Wooseok argues back.

“The fuck you aren’t!”

“I’m not.” Wooseok says, voice something near a growl.

Yuto groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn.” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Wooseok commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, but with another massive groan, Yuto follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Kino tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Wooseok’s- and Yuto explodes into his friend’s shirt with a manic laugh.

Wooseok groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Wooseok’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face in Wooseok’s neck, whimpering while Wooseok echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate. 

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Wooseok slows down to a stand still. 

Neither of you move for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Wooseok takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you. 

“I’m going to the shower.” He announces. 

Yuto groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Kino.

The pink haired man has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax.” Kino says, shifting closer, and he shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Wooseok in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water.” He tells you, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Kino. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, and he proceeds with more caution. 

“Kino?” 

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees. 

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Kino is laying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream.” You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Kino in this way without overthinking it.

Kino laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, i promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your ear lobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough like this?” You ask. “I knew you have a reputation in bed, but that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck. 

“Yeah-” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Kino smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain.” Kino says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Kino chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Kino’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I’m nothing if not a giver in bed.” 

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Kino lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” He asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Yuto’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment- 

“How was your shower?” Kino asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Kino’s blanket with you.

“Wooseok’s been in there the whole time. He just finished,” Yuto’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.” 

“I’ll come when Yuto’s done.” Kino tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a mischievous grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Yuto laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Yuto is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Wooseok, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own. 

Wooseok is so tall. When he towers over you, you notice his hair is still wet from the droplets that land on you.

You giggle, pressing up to Yuto in an effort to escape Wooseok from dripping onto you, and your best friend - like the dog he is - deliberately shakes his head out. 

Yuto shoves at Wooseok before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water. 

Neither of you say anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company. 

Kino keeps his promise and shows up when Yuto leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Kino hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn on many impromptu sleep overs here.

“My bed is biggest.” Kino says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men all have queen mattresses because they’d got them in some weird three for one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Kino-” You turn to argue but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh. 

It also earns a groan from Yuto’s room, and a moment later he appears, following the pink haired thief. 

Kino tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.  

Yuto claims your other side soon after, laying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Wooseok is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unexpecting, forms. 

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

Honestly- these 3 are the loves of my life, i can’t BELIEVE they exist- being born in the span of 10 days- truly made to be together : ( hope you liked it!

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Hunter, Hunted (M)

Synopsis: Bang Chan: one of the world’s most talented vampire hunters, easily being the cause to your kind beginning to dwindle. In order to preserve your bloodline from being wiped out by Chan’s vicious hunters, you take an alternative approach to ensure some form of peace between your kinds.

Contains: Bang Chan x (f) reader, adult language, smut, mentions of death, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, choking, biting, marking, begging kink, creampie, vampire hunter!Chan, vampire ruler!reader.

Tightening the worn leather strap on his blade that was purposefully hidden in his sleeve, Chan studied his reflection in the mirror to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. He had to make sure he had everything prepped exactly to the letter when it came to tonight’s rather interesting encounter. In all of his years of hunting the wicked undead cretins of the night, he had never dared enter one of their manors without at least three of his men close behind. But tonight, Chan alone had been invited to one of the most powerful vampires’ manors in all of the land: yours.

Legend has it that you had beauty that could turn even the most loyal husband into a begging mess just from looking into their eyes, your body radiating a dark power with every eerie stride you made across the ground. One flick of your finger would have men crumble to their knees, yearning for the chance to be within three feet of you. You exuded a certain confidence and prowess that could never be replicated by any of your fledglings, further proving that you were the most powerful vampire. Another reason why you were so powerful is that you’ve managed to stay out of the eyes of the only person that has proven to be a worthy adversary, and you decided to invite him to your very own home. 

“Are you sure you want to go alone?” Changbin inquired, leaning up against his friend’s doorframe as he swallowed nervously, already knowing the answer to his semi-rhetorical question. It’s not that Changbin didn’t think that Chan couldn’t handle himself against you, it’s just that he would feel much safer knowing that Chan had at least one more person there just in case something went horribly wrong. “Do you know the things she could do to you knowing that you don’t have any reinforcements? You’re practically walking into your own grave.”

Rolling his eyes at his slightly overbearing colleague, Chan waved his hand dismissively as he informed Changbin of his plan while simultaneously showing off all of the hidden weapons strapped to his body. Although the presence of at least two blades being on Chan’s body at all times calmed his nerves, your ability to overtake Chan in a fight wasn’t his main concern at all. Instead, Changbin was frightened that your sinful beauty and manipulative nature would cause Chan to somehow betray the brotherhood, but there was no way of knowing how. He was just hoping that for once, he was wrong.

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Picture Frames (M)

Synopsis: Choi Soobin had been the object of your affection since you were knee high to a grasshopper, your earliest memories containing you making the prettiest Valentine for him each year. So when Soobin decides to ask you over for some passionate conversations, you hardly hesitate despite your gut telling you to turn away.

Contains: Choi Soobin x (f) reader, adult language, smut, angst, mentions of cheating, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, marking kink, handjob, nipple play, creampie, high school crush!Soobin, lovestruck!reader, nonidol!au.

Disclaimer: None of my stories are an extension of a real persona of the idol(s) mentioned. All works of mine are fictional and are to be read for entertainment purposes only. Please do not assume that I am trying to propagate this lifestyle to the idol(s) mentioned. Thank you.

You could feel your heart start to pound wildly in your chest, hands gripping the steering wheel tight as you sped your way down the streets to get to your destination for the night. Originally you had planned on having a movie night with one of your friends from university, but you decided to take a rain check after receiving a text message from a number you would’ve never thought would contact you at any point after high school. In fact, you didn’t even have his number saved, embarrassingly having to ask the stranger for their identity before having to hold back an excited squeal. The person who contacted you? None other than your crush all through adolescence, Choi Soobin.

Choi Soobin had been your crush for as early as you can remember, always staring at him from across the playground as you to played in your respective friend groups. There would be times where Soobin would catch you staring, offering you a kind smile and waving at you to join him. But unfortunately due to your skittish and extremely shy nature, you always hid within the comfort of your friend groups throughout the years. This forced you to simply watch as Soobin grew up and dated various beautiful women, you hoping that one day you could have some kind of chance to be with Soobin romantically.

After all of these years of waiting patiently on the sidelines, you finally have the opportunity to live out one of your most prolific fantasies. Sure there were other men in your life that you had been with, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t picture Soobin’s face every time you where in a man’s bed. Thoughts of Soobin’s plump lips crashing against yours would flood your brain, never granting you any rest after all these years. You thought that maybe, maybe you would be able to get over him. But having received an invite to his house at just before midnight, you were open to reconsideration.

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Knight in Paradise (M)

Synopsis: Your husband is an atrocious ruler and an abysmal king, committing horrors across the land in the name of power and greed. Calling for a complex and intimate coup d’etat, you decide that the best way to prevent from continuing his lineage is to continue it with someone else more deserving of the throne.

Contains: Yang Jeongin x (f) reader, adult language, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, fingering, marking kink, breeding kink, creampie, Knight!Jeongin, Queen!reader, arranged marriage/royalty!au.

Bitter rivalries. Thoughtless wars. Power-hungry. Waste of life. These are the things that came to mind whenever you were forced to think of your horrid husband, shivering at the very thought of having to be his beloved until the end of days. He had never shown any type of affection towards you, being more concerned with the way you presented yourself to the court rather than showering you with the love that his beloved queen deserved. But then again, the marriage was a result of a treaty rather than true affection. Everything in your husband’s life had been a product of strategy to get ahead, and you were no exception.

“Your Majesty,” a small voice called from behind you as you sat at your wooden vanity, thoughtlessly admiring the delicate features on your face thanks to your handmaidens. Pulling you away from your thoughtless silence, you turned slightly to face one of your humble servants, her bowing slightly to you as your eyes found hers. As she returned to her upright position, she held her hands in front of her apron nervously while looking at the floorboards, “Sir Jeongin is here to see you, as per your summons.”

You had been standing idly by taking care of this kingdom while your husband goes away almost weekly, waging meaningless wars against the surrounding lands just for the sake of acquiring more land. Your husband didn’t care that his kingdom had already reached a level that could easily be compared to that of Alexander the Great or Julius Caesar himself; he craved violent destruction. As queen of these lands, you made a promise to protect your people and in order to do so, you refuse to produce an heir with someone so evil. Instead, you would much rather produce an heir with someone who you knew would be the best fit for king. Someone like Jeongin.

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Kingdom Come (M)

Synopsis: Prince Minho was feeling the pressure of finding a woman suitable enough to produce him a much needed heir if he were to continue his lineage. If not, he would have to relinquish his throne and destroy the dynasty the Lee’s have worked so hard to maintain.

Contains: Lee Minho x (f) reader, adult language, slight angst, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, breeding kink, fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, creampie, Prince!Minho, Maid!reader, royalty!au.

An eerie silence filled the halls as the Lees were whisked away to their chambers, holding an intense debate with their troublesome son who just so happened to be the one to inherit the throne. They had been in a deadlock with their son over whether or not he would be competent enough to produce an heir, since he hadn’t even began to court any of the maidens dying to climb into bed with him to birth him a son. But that’s the very reason Prince Minho hadn’t found the right maiden, he didn’t want a woman who would just jump into bed with him at the drop of a hat. He wanted to at least feel something.

“This isn’t up for debate anymore Minho,” Emperor Lee bellowed to his son as he stood defiantly in front of his father, refusing to look him in the eye as he focused on his father’s shoes instead. Minho’s mother could be seen attempting to reach over to her husband and place a calming hand on his arm, but he shook her off as he continued to lash out at his son. “You need to hurry up and pick someone to give you a son. I don’t even care if it’s some random wench at the tavern for a quick romp in the hay, you need to have a son if you want to continue our lineage! We refuse to let our dynasty die with you!”

The Emperor’s voice boomed out through the halls of the palace, alerting every last servant of the family’s current affairs despite them ordering complete and utter privacy. Despite the boisterous and intimidating tone of his father’s demands, Minho simply glared into his father’s eyes without uttering a single word. Minho then bowed to his mother but refused to even acknowledge his father’s presence as he turned his back to them, swiftly exiting the main hall nd making his way to the maid’s chambers to seek out the one person who knew his family’s dilemmas more than anyone in the palace: you.

Once outside of the maid’s chambers, Minho turned to his guards that were following him closely to ensure nothing bad would happen to his wellbeing, nodding at them to stay here since he didn’t need any protection in these chambers. The guards returned his nod and proceeded to back off, giving him some space as he knocked on the door, hoping that you would be inside. As the iron door creaked open, all of Minho’s apprehension melted away once his eyes rested upon your innocent features. 

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Craving

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Dating a brat is exhausting. Dating a bratty vampire is even more exhausting so you wonder, why did I even agree to this?

It’s a continuation of Love Bites but can be read separately because it’s really just 12k long of vampire porn with no real plot.

Warnings: Vampire sex, bondage, oral sex (69), overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, implied public sex, a little bit of dom!hyuck and a little bit of exhibitionist!hyuck, blood sucking (plenty of that) 

Not once in your life did you ever imagine yourself dating a vampire. And certainly, never thought about living together with that so-called vampire boyfriend of yours. You never know what to expect from a situation like this but maybe it’s better not to think too much about it anyway since Lee Donghyuck always manages to exceed your expectation.

Before you became his personal midnight snack, Donghyuck had to search for his own food which either meant he had to buy blood bags from the cheapest hospital around or pick up girls with low self-esteems downtown to have kinky and messy—like really messy, blood everywhere, you don’t want to imagine—one night stands with them to fulfill both his needs for blood and sex. He often complained about it, grumbling with his lips turning into this adorable pout as he told you how he wasn’t fond of his way of life or the effort he had to make just to survive.

So now that he has you as his personal walking blood bag, Donghyuck is having the time of his life and he’s enjoying every minute of it. He’s one hundred percent happy all the time that it annoys the heck out of you. It’s not that you don’t want him to be happy—of course, you want your boyfriend to be happy—but happy Donghyuck means he’s gonna get all clingy and playful, and him being clingy and playful means hell.

“Hyuck.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m trying to do my laundry.”

“I’m aware.”

“So, can you get off of me for a second, please?”

“For a second? Sure.” He untangles himself away from you but only for a second, literally. “Second’s up!” The way he giggles is almost like a child, circling his arms along your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck again, nuzzling up to you while chanting, “Cute, cute, cute, you’re so cute. The cutest girl in the whole universe!” 

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00 line + finding your sex toys

includes … oral sex (f / m receiving), sex toys (dildos, jack rabbit, yoga balls, vibrators), getting caught masturbating, fingering, slight dom/sub undertones, brief daddy kink, shower sex, jealous sex, humping, all est. relationships, that one meme that’s like ‘[insert hit tweet and the comment directly under it is an ad for a sex toy] LADIES!!!’, excessive use of the word baby, yes I did write this in under an hour while I’m at work, sorry if it’s rushed ._.

minors do not interact, at all; don’t even read (minors get blocked and reported)

Renjun … he wanted to surprise you for a date (nothing new). so, he impulsive took the short drive to your apartment straight from work and punched in the door code, granting himself access. he dropped his puffer jacket on the couch pillows and called out your name, kinda like honey, i’m home, wandering through the rooms until he could find you. and he did! in the shower. with faint moaning going on - a faint moaning that gets louder when he squeaks open the bathroom, little, submissive sobs bouncing off the walls, almost echoed by the opaque glass door covered by an annoying condensation. renjun announced himself, as not to scare you, and described himself taking off his clothes: baby, i’m taking off my shirt right now, can you wait for me? i still have a few more clothes to go, and you encouraged him, choking out whimpers. but you never said the thing you usually do in bed, the thing about nestling his cock as perfectly inside your body as possible. it made his face grow pensive, igniting his body to jump in the shower with you. and it was not a disappointment. you were bent over at a 225-degree angle, shallowly bouncing on a glass dildo stuck to the wall. renjun quickly reaches your front, pushing you upright against the wall by your hips, fingers clenching tightly to keep you in place, and you melted downward, slumping your arms on his shoulders, the faux cock reaching an even deeper angle. renjun slowly makes out with you, mumbling petty phrases over you lips each time you ‘accidentally’ bite him. he guides your hips back and forth, his cock standing hard between the two of you, brushing the dildo, your hole, and your clit. he started out slowly, tilting his head to the side, absorbing your moans, edging your orgasm, then he took half a step back, his cock leaping to reconnect with your warm pussy, and spread your ass cheeks, absolutely railing you on that cock. the strong tip of his dick put so much pressure on your clit until you screamed, cumming hard. you leaned forward for the support his chest could offer, but he pushed you back by your chest, pinching your nipple for extra measure, making you shiver and close your legs. he pushed them open again, coming down to his knees, and kitten licked your vulva, forcing you to stand there, one leg on his shoulder, with a glass cock shoved all the way up your pussy, another orgasm impending. 

Jeno … he found it while cleaning. you left him alone in your room when you left the apartment to get the delivery food from the lobby, and he told you that the 1 minute away means nothing, that you should wait for the delivery person to message you, but you just waved him off and got out of bed. he started off fidgeting with the fluffiness in your duvet, then looking around the shelves, then fiddling with random knickknacks, and before he knew it, he was cleaning your room - reorganizing notebooks, moving the half-full perfume bottle he got for your anniversary on your vanity. he opened a drawer on your nightstand to put away a loose flashlight, but found a light blue jack rabbit vibrator resting on a silk pillow. he picked it up and gave it a little sniff. it smelled lemon-mint fresh, aka newly washed, meaning that you had to have used it recently. he sat on your bed again, turning the toy between his fingers, finding the on-switch easily (he’s never really had a problem with that). the bigger head swirled, and he pressed the next button down. the little, second one buzzed alive, side to side. jeno presses the same button again, and the little bunny face moved even faster. he went up to the first button and clicks it. the top half of the shaft swirled. he presses it again. the entire shaft bobbed up and down, a loud whirring sound distracting him. and when you got back upstairs, you found him, ghosting the bunny on his lengthy cock. you couldn’t help but help him out, teaching him exactly what you like about it and how you use it. he ate you out, first, to get you properly prepped and orgasm-deprived, but he slid the vibrator in you too quickly, jump starting all the buttons, ramming the entire length inside your pussy. you had to stop him before you came painfully. after a few moans, you denied yourself an orgasm and grabbed his wrist, slowing him down. jeno got the hang of it pretty quickly, dragging the bunny face’s vibrations from the tip of your pussy to all the way down, the longer shaft feeling even longer everytime he thrusted it back inside you, pushing it until your whines broke the stratosphere. he bent your leg, and you thought it meant that he wanted you to stay open for him, but he stuffed his beefy cock between your thigh and shin, rocking back and forth, the wet tip throbbing like a pulse. he kisses hickies up your obliques, up your side boob, up your neck, choking the other half, whispering you gonna be my sex toy, baby? you gonna be my dirty, little sex toy? he bit your ear, licking the wound soothed, or will you clean up this mess lemony-fresh too?

Haechan … he had already told you that he would be heading over to your apartment after hanging out with his friends at the internet café. the overwatch game ended faster than he intended, the other team completely wiping them all out, one by one, until mark, their weakest player, was left. all he wanted to do after was lay in your arms, maybe watch an episode or two of a drama, and make chapagetti with the leftover grilled pork belly that you bought for meal prepping earlier that day. but all of that changed when he creeped open your door, mouth dropping. you squatted over a yoga ball, bouncing strong legs on the ground, a very visible thick cock leaving and entering your hole - his hole -, one hand gripping your bed sheets for support, the other permanently fixed between your legs, logically rubbing your clit without him to help as you repeatedly slammed your ass down on the plastic pink dildo. haechan made his presence known with a simple yet loud i didn’t know you had a game to finish too, baby. and you gasped, sinking crudely onto the ball, breathless. you pulled your legs together as much as you could, spinning around on the cock, but you moaned halfway through, breaking your innocent, cute façade. you tried suppressing the noises by biting your lip. it only spurred him on further. he stalked his long legs across the room, grabbing you by the neck, pulling your face close to him. except, your legs were already weak, having indulged yourself in an orgasm or two just previously. you drag him onto the ball with you. his hands braced behind you on the bed, effectively pining you across the footboard, your back arching high, your nipples poking through his shirt. he grinded his chest on top of you, spinning tightly until the only words out of your mouth were asking him to fuck you, not some stupid little sex toy. although, it did come in handy when he displaced you off his cock onto the plastic dildo, your high-pitched whines resonating throughout the room at the overstimulation and fullness abrading your walls. haechan ordered you to bounce a few times before grabbing you by the hair and shoving his cock in your mouth. he roughly guided your lips back and forth, grunting as you met his own balls, forcing you to bounce on the dildo through your tears until he pulled out and came across your face, barely aiming cum on your tongue.

Jaemin … he was rummaging through your closet for his mint hoodie (because you keep taking it and it’s his favorite one!). he wanted to wear it on your date to the amusement park this time, and he already trashed his own closet looking for it. he passed on from the racks, moving into your drawers. and because he’s a bit (re: a lot) cheeky, he peaked into your underwear drawer first. jaemin spotted a couple tiny thongs, a new pink petite bra probably just for your nipples, and an itty-bitty, shiny vibrator. he pocketed it, walking out into the living room where you were also looking for his hoodie (although, clearly not as hard since you rarely want to give up his clothes). he came up from behind you, his hands lowering down your thighs, dipping between them, making you giggle seductively, asking him if he had plans - to which he answered, coyly, no, of course not, but he kept going, pressing his body against you, his cock hardening. you giggled again, are you happy to see me?, but didn’t turn around; his grip wouldn’t let you pull away. he dragged you toward the couch, sitting down first, and patted his lap. you complied bouncily, whispering yes, daddy in english, slowly straddling him, chest to chest, arms resting on the cushions behind him, leaning in deeply, capturing his lips. he coaxed your tongue into his mouth, licking it upward, sucking it while he fumbled above his belt; you felt his hands twist and turn, expecting him to take out his cock and stroke it hard for your wettening cunt. but something cold touches your hole, spreading your dew all over your underwear, saturating every cotton fiber. he tasted the question on your tongue (what is that?) and clicked his tongue, uh uh, then flicked on the vibrator, drawing symbols over your hole, purposefully missing your clit, even when you leaned on your knees to follow the buzzing. he lifted his head up, resting it on the couch, watching you with teasing eyes. jaemin cupped the side of your face, drawing you back onto him before you fall. he used the vibrator to push your panties to the side and get it on your sticky skin. you gasped into the kiss but never pulled away, so jaemin kept it on you, clicking the buttons to the highest setting, holding you still by your throat, rubbing his buldge on your hole, until you squirt. baby, can you do that again? on my cock? i might get jealous if this pathetic toy can make you feel better than daddy. 

♡ hatefuck with chan

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“can’t fucking stand me,” chan grunts into your ear, his sweaty chest pressed against yours, bodies connected in the best of ways, “yet you act like such a slut for me…”

“mhm,” is all you can moan at him at this point as he fucks you into the mattress hard, his pace steady throughout this whole thing, even minutes ago when you came. he doesn’t care, never has—it’s all about getting off on the fact that you can’t stand each other yet doing this whenever the timing’s right.

chan’s always annoyed you. yes, he’s a good guy, super caring when it comes to friends and family, makes sure everyone’s included and having fun. but, he’s also the type of person who likes to be right. so are you, which is why you butt heads often. it has come to the point where you just bark words at each other and find the pettiest shit to fight about, just for the sake of it.

“see?” chan chuckles, placing a kiss to your neck before licking the same spot. “you are a slut. you fucking hate me but here you are, all limp and fucked out, letting me use your cunt as i please.”

he’s a sweet guy, usually, or at least that’s how your entire friend group sees chan, which is why hearing him swear does something to you. when he first used the word ‘cunt’, you almost moaned—it wasn’t what you had expected from a guy like him, but he managed to surprise you.

“and here you are,” you stopped with a grunt when he hit that spot again, exceptionally hard this time, “such a nice guy acting like such a jerk.”

“sluts like you don’t deserve better,” chan chuckles against the skin of your neck, his lips touching it as he laughs, moving in to kiss its side. “this is what you like, getting fucked like a slut in secret… nobody can know what kind of a whore you are for me.”

chan is right—that’s exactly what you like nowadays, and you blame minho for the whole thing.

it was no secret that you and chan always found something to bicker about, it was the norm for you two. one day, when you came over to play a board game, chan and you, of course, disagreed over one of the rules. neither one of you wanted to drop it, and it came to the point of changbin just walking out of the room, frustrated that you just couldn’t play the game in peace.

minho glared at the both of you as he got up too, making you feel childish. still, you didn’t want to admit chan was right, so there was no way out of the situation, which is why you understood both changbin and minho.

“you know, you two should just fuck this out and get all the frustration out,” he waved his hand at you as he packed the game up and scoffed. “you’re ruining the fun for everyone.”

with that, he left the room too, and chan and you just glared at one another.

“you just have to ruin everything,” you told him as you got up, deciding to leave that instant. clearly, your friends were pissed off with you, but you wouldn’t be staying there with him.

“oh, i ruin everything?” chan rolled his eyes. “please! maybe minho’s right, you should get this out of your system.”

“i’m not the one not getting laid around here,” you spat the words back at him and picked up your stuff before leaving, but minho’s words resonated with you.

you don’t say anything back to chan as he keeps pumping himself into you—the feeling’s just too good today, even if his words do kind of sting. the thing is, you’re never sure if he means it. considering how much the dude hates you, you wouldn’t be surprised if he meant every single word. still, you like him and his dick way too much to stop now, which is why you’ve been feeling conflicted lately.

“you’re being such a good slut for me today,” he informs you with a gentle bite of your shoulder, which makes you arch your back, throwing your hips at him so he can give you more.

is there even more than he can give you? chan enters you fully with each thrust, and since there’s a pillow below your lower back, the angle lets him do it all the way. there’s nothing more he can give you, but you want more and more, seemingly insatiable when you’re around him.

“someone taught you well,” he grunts as he leans on one elbow, the other hand moving up to squeeze your chest. but, it’s not the hand’s final destination, you realize when his digits gently pat their way to your throat and wrap around it. “put you in your place… showed you how to be a good girl and let someone fuck your brains out while you just lay there and enjoy, huh?”

his touch around your neck is still gentle, which is surprising for such a big guy. but, you see the gentleness in his eyes and are thankful that he can be like that with you at least in one aspect of your hate relationship since he obviously isn’t with his words. clearly, chan thinks you’re a lot more experienced than you are. he’s, in fact, the second guy you’ve ever slept with, which is probably something you should have mentioned before, but never had a chance to. after all, all you two do together is fuck in private or bicker in front of other people. you don’t talk much, and chan, for one, has never asked any personal questions. however, when you fuck, he does talk about you a lot, making guesses like these, and you let him believe what he wants.

you’re sure he has a lot more experience than you, which is why you trust him with all the dirty talk and choking and whatever else he comes up with next. after all, chan’s still a nice guy even if he hates you, so he wouldn’t hurt you on purpose. he wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose.

when chan insults you, it’s hot, more than that even. it gets you all worked up for him, especially when he’s inside of you at the same time. but, afterward, you do feel dirty. in the beginning, you didn’t, not at all. it was a thrill when it first started, something you’d never done before, something hot and secretive and exciting, even if it involved someone like him.

the next time you saw chan after your fallout—at a party because nobody invited you two to the same hangouts anymore for obvious reasons—you immediately thought about what minho’s said. you did think chan was cute, the more you thought about it. he had a pretty face, a nice smile, and a great body. sadly, he was annoying and always had to be right.

somehow, you two found yourself alone and started bickering about one thing or another. chan was the first to mention minho’s comment, and you told him you should give it a try and see if it works, which blew his mind. he couldn’t hide how he felt about your proposition, so you knew he’d say yes.

that’s how you ended up getting fucked in his car. you didn’t have enough room and it wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was the best sexual experience you had up until that point, which is why you kept coming back for more. a guy who could make you come from behind in the back of a car was definitely special, and you just didn’t want to say no to someone who seemed to know their way around your body so well. you figured chan felt the same way because he couldn’t stop propositioning you whenever you two ran into each other.

wherever you two saw each other, one or the other would suggest going home together or fucking somewhere nearby. usually, it was your or his place, depending on who had the apartment all to themselves. if not, you’d fuck at parties or in his car or sometimes, when you’d have a bit too much to drink, in back alleys. if his and your roommates were home and you had nowhere to go but wanted to have more than a quickie, you’d meet chan at a motel and fuck all night, never letting your friends know where you went.

the motel fucks made you feel dirty, but not as much as it did to fuck in his room like you’re doing now. it’s mostly because chan never cuddles you or kisses you after sex. during it? yes, he’s all over you, and he can be gentle when he tries. there are times when he spoons you and fucks you from that position, allowing you to feel his body against yours and his hands all over you.

still, as soon as he comes, post-nut clarity hits him and he moves away, which means you go home not long after, feeling as cheap as he suggests you are during sex. at first, this deal suited you too because you didn’t really feel the need to kiss or cuddle the guy. but with time, the things he told you during sex became a lot harsher, even though he does sprinkle in some nice things too, for good measure, and it started bothering you.

“what is that, hm? want more?” he asks after a particularly loud whine that leaves your mouth as he hits the right spot, his forehead now pressed against your cheeks, curls in your fingers as you hold onto him tightly. “always so greedy… are you this greedy with other guys?”

he’s the only one you’re fucking, embarrassingly, but you never tell chan that. you can’t, his ego would get even worse if he knew that he was the second and last guy you fucked, that you couldn’t get enough of him since you started sleeping with him months ago, that you tried hooking up with other guys, but always ran away at the last minute as they all failed in comparison to him. all of it is confusing and embarrassing at this point of no return.

“i bet you are,” he grunts right next to your ear and you feel like you’re about to explode—chan sounds so satisfied and worn out that you actually feel proud. “needy cunt… never enough… you always take all of my cum so well, over and over…”

the fact that the cum from his last orgasm is seeping out of you as he keeps thrusting into you is an embarrassing reminder of just how right he is about that. he’s the only guy who’s fucked you raw because you can’t get enough of him, he’s the only guy you’d let cum inside of you, and definitely the only one who can do it multiple times in a row, once his dick gets hard again.

“oh, fuck, don’t stop,” you grunt at him while your fingers dig into the skin of his ass and shoulder. you’re pulling him in closer, but chan can’t get any closer to you than he already is. “i’m close… fuck.”

“gonna cream all over my cock again?” chan sounds so proud of himself now. “good little slut.”

“mhm,” you hum in agreement to both, enjoying the fact that he’s saying something nice.

that’s the thing that bothers you—why could chan be wonderful to just about everyone except you? why does he call you his slut and tell you how dirty you are for letting him use you, but can’t even hug you properly afterward or tell you he didn’t mean it? it is your own fault, though, for even thinking about it. you knew what you were getting into when you started fucking chan, and it seems too late to turn back now.

“you look so pretty when you’re getting stuffed like this, you know?” he says as if he can hear your thoughts, and the idea makes you shiver. or maybe that’s just the consequence of his dick hitting your spot time and time again, still so fucking hard for you, getting you to become even messier.

you practically purr at him, but you don’t care about how desperate you sound, “you’re gonna give it to me again?”

“how can i not?” he asks with a chuckle, giving your cheek a kiss as the grip he has on your neck tightens.

at this point, you’ve been going at it for hours, and you’re completely sweaty, your hair sticking to the sides of your face, body damp, pussy filled with cum twice already, even though half of it has spilled out of you as chan fucked you hard, loving how wet you felt around him.

you can’t think straight anymore, you feel hot all over, and so so tired, exhausted from screaming and riding him earlier. your jaw is in pain from sucking his dick, throat hurting from the way he fucked it hard. your thighs, on the other hand, hurt because they were in the air for what seemed like hours as chan ate you out and licked you clean to get you ready to take him. and you’ve been taking him for a long time now, your slit engorged and wet, needing him more than ever.

chan starts fucking you harder now, hips slamming into yours, pushing you further into the pillow and the mattress, your body jolting up with every thrust, but his hand keeps you in place. he’s breathing right next to your ear and the more you moan, the more sounds he makes too, which makes it so easy for you to come.

“are you coming for me?” chan asks sweetly, but you can only whine in response, digging your fingers into his flesh deeper, holding onto him for dear life. “you hate me so much but come for me so easily,” he pauses to chuckle, dick rock hard inside of you. “it’s kind of pathetic how easy you make it… spread your legs for me whenever. let me stuff your pretty little cunt full of cum, let me call you all kinds of names… like a real good whore for me.”

that’s what throws you over the edge, and not the fact that he’s kissing you, you tell yourself. you can’t be that desperate to come just because chan kissed you while fucking you, you just can’t. you come all over his dick, but that doesn’t stop him. no, it just fuels him to continue, to give it to you harder, and his hand releases your neck as he fucks you through your orgasm, keen on getting you to feel as much as you can.

“ah, fuck,” he mumbles, resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed as he keeps the same pace. “you’re clenching so hard, i’ll blow…”

“do it,” you hiss and spread your legs wider, even though your thighs are killing you.

“wouldn’t you like that, huh?” chan’s eyes snap open as a smirk appears on his face. “can’t get enough of my dick or cum today… cunt pulling me in,” he grunts at this and kicks his head back, which exposes his neck to you, and you, against your better judgment, lean in to latch your mouth onto it, which makes chan groan really hard. “i love getting to use you like this… and you love to get used and fucked like a slut too, i can just tell. i’ve fucked you for hours now and you’re still throbbing for more cum in you, more dick… insatiable… little… slut…”

his words are coming out like groans, and chan sounds divine, but you are the one now suddenly hit with post-nut clarity as your entire body shivers and you realize you want him to say something different, something nice, to stop thinking of you as just a toy he gets to fuck when he feels like it. almost instantly, you’re hit with the harsh truth—the guy hates you, and you’ll never be more than a slut in his eyes.

suddenly, your eyes well up with tears, and chan notices but thinks it’s because he’s fucking you hard. tears spill out of your eyes and run down the side of your face and he grins at you. “good?” he asks, but you can’t respond. instead, you let out a muffled sob, and as soon as chan frowns, you burst out into tears, turning your head to the side and covering your mouth.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he instantly pulls away from you, his hand grabbing your chin, tilting it so you have to look at him.

“no-nothing,” you say as you try to calm yourself down, but you know you’re acting crazy right now. you’ve just started crying in the middle of sex and ruined it all for him. the worst part? you can’t stop the tears. “it’s, it’s fi-fine.”

“god, it’s clearly not fine,” chan pulls out of you, a trail of his semen from earlier spilling out, reminding of what you are to him, which makes you look away again.

chan straddles your body and takes your face in his hands, forcing you to face him. “did i hurt you?”

with words? yes. physically? “no, you didn’t… ple-please,” you swallow loudly after sobbing again, not wanting to have a full-on breakdown in front of this guy who can’t stand you.

“please, what?” chan’s frowning now, eyebrows knitted together as he inspects your face, thumbs caressing it. “what do you need?”

this question makes you cry even harder because you just kind of want him, even though you don’t like each other. you want to be more than a slut or a whore or a hole for him to fill, but you can’t.

“do you— can i hug you, is that okay?” he suggests with a gulp and you just nod, realizing it will be easier to talk to him if he’s not staring right into your soul like that with such a worried expression.

chan moves to the side and pulls you into his chest, hands instantly wrapping around you, one palm on the back of your head, holding you close to his body. his heart is beating very fast, so fast you can hear it as you lay on his chest and wet it with your tears that can’t stop pouring. still, at least the sobbing’s subsided so you don’t seem like a total mess. you can blame this insane thing on pms and then just never fuck him again.

“i’m so sorry if i hurt you,” chan says after a while, once your breathing’s back to normal. “did i go too hard?”

“it’s not that,” you say, finally pulling away from him, even though it seems he doesn’t want to let you go. you just can’t stay there in his arms feeling like a total idiot and a slut at the same time, and let him comfort you. “i just…” you look straight ahead as you sit in his bed, aware of his eyes staring at you, “i don’t think we should continue doing this.”

“what?” chan’s voice is completely different from the voice he uses when he fucks you. he sounds worried now, and he is, you see when he sits up too and leans in to get a look at your face. “why?”

“it’s a bit… too much for me,” you say with a nod and a sigh. that’s what it is—it all became too much for you to handle. you can’t go on fucking him like this. “it’s not you.”

“are you… sure about that?” chan gulps and continues staring at you, even though you’re refusing to turn to the side and look at him.

“i think so,” you nod again, trying to convince yourself. he’s everything you’re looking for when it comes to a guy, except the fact that he treats you the way he does.

his hand flies to your back and he caresses it, sending shivers down your spine, which causes your body to tingle. “can you tell me what i did wrong?”

“you didn’t do anything, chan,” you nod and suddenly realize you’re naked and leaking his cum, so you pull the covers over yourself.

“hmm,” he hums and scoots over. “this is the first time someone’s cried during sex with me, so i’d really like to know if i did something wrong. i’m sorry if i went too hard or… i don’t know.”

“chan, it’s me,” you say with a sigh, wiping your eyes. “i can’t do this anymore.”

“have you, uh, met someone else,” he clears his throat and takes a while to continue, “or just lost interest?”

you scoff at his conclusions, which can’t be further from the truth. “i haven’t lost interest in you, clearly. and i… am not sleeping with anyone else, so no, i haven’t met anyone. i just feel… like a slut for doing this.”

you catch chan’s mouth hanging open in surprise at your words with the corner of your eye, but you don’t turn to face him. well, at least until he cups your chin and makes you look at him. “do you— did i—” he sighs, clearly upset. he’s the one who’s so good with words usually, who can express himself so clearly, especially when trying to prove his point, but now he doesn’t seem to be able to ask a simple question. he clears his throat, takes a deep breath, and tries again, his eyes zeroing in on yours, “do i make you feel that way?”

“kind of,” you admit, looking down at his chest since you can’t turn your head away from him, his fingers still keeping your chin in place.

chan’s face sinks at your words and the frown is back. “because… because of the things i told you? you do know i mean none of it?”

“not really,” you admit with a sigh, finally feeling like you aren’t about to break down any second. “you’re not exactly nice to me outside of this either, so it’s, uh, the general theme here, with us. you hating me. uhm, i… it’s my fault. i was okay with it at first, but i’m not anymore.”

chan just looks at you, defeat written all over his face. “can i fix this?”

“how?” you ask, gulping loudly as you hold your breath, waiting for him to suggest something.

“i thought, i—” he shakes his head and looks down, finally letting go of your chin, but you don’t use your chance to look away from him. “i thought you liked it. if i knew you didn’t, i wouldn’t… use that language with you.”

“i do,” you nod, not wanting him to feel stupid for talking dirty to you. yeah, it was extreme, but you do like it. “i mean, i like hearing it, but after, i feel… gross.”

chan grimaces at the word and pats your back again. “i’m sorry. it was never really my intention.”

“you’re apologizing?” you can’t help but chuckle at something you’ve never experienced with chan before.

“yes, if i made you feel that way, i should apologize,” he nods slowly, a serious expression on his face. “this isn’t exactly a board game or something stupid like that. i really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. i don’t, uh,” he swallows, “think you are a slut or a whore or easy. i say it in the heat of the moment because i… like thinking you’re like that for me only.”

with that, chan pauses and takes a deep breath, rubbing the inner corners of his eyes with his digits. “i’m really sorry. if you, uhm, want to… continue, i won’t say anything like that in the future.”

“are you sure you don’t mean it?” you can’t help but poke the bear, needing to know how he really feels. if you’re going to trust him, you want to know more.

“positive,” chan’s quick to respond with a smile.

“and what about these other guys you mention?” you ask again, knowing it’s a weak spot for him as soon as you catch his jaw clench for a second.

“honestly?” chan raises both brows and looks at you almost pleadingly. “i don’t think you’re seeing other guys, i fear it… because it means you might stop doing this with me.”

“there are no other guys, chan,” you reassure him instantly. if anyone knows how hard it is to talk about your feelings about someone you fight with all the time with that someone, it’s you, and you don’t want him to feel like shit for being honest. “i can barely keep up with you, if i’m being honest.”

this makes him chuckle. “same here, you’re… a lot,” he smirks for a second, and you see the chan you know so well come back. “what would i even do with someone else?”

“right,” you agree wholeheartedly. what’s the point of trying to sleep with someone else when they just can’t give you what he does?

the silence that ensues is awkward as you don’t know what to tell chan, other than that you like him and that’s what’s stopping you from going forward with this. thankfully, he speaks up. “maybe we can, uh, change this a bit? i don’t have to say these things unless you want me to. maybe some aftercare would be nice, huh?” he pats your back again, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your skin. “or we can uh,” he swallows loudly and looks away, which surprises you since he’s always confident around you, “go out for real. not to motels and stuff.”

“that would be… nice,” you give in instantly as you know it took a lot of guts for chan to say that out loud to someone who fights him on everything, every step of the way. “i think it won’t bother me in that case.”

“if you’re sure i don’t mean it?” he smiles at you warmly, and you can’t help but smile back, scared of what you’re feeling.

“yeah,” you nod.

“but you do know it, right?” now, his hand is moving your hair away, tucking it behind your ear so he can cup your cheek. “i don’t think that about you at all. i think you’re the opposite, which is why it kind of feels good to say while i fuck you.”

his words instantly ring in your crotch, a tinge of excitement running down your spine at his words. chan is right, it does feel good while you’re fucking. “i mean, it feels good to hear it too, because i do feel like… it at times.”

“because you know you’ll let me do whatever i want?” chan suggests with a smirk you’ve seen many times before but never during a serious conversation.

you gulp, “yes.”

“well, i’d let you do whatever you want, too, if that makes you feel better,” he tells you as his hand makes it way to the back of your neck, which he lightly squeezes. “you should know that. in a way, i act like a slut for you too.”

that makes you chuckle and look to the side, not used to talking about sex with him while you’re not in the middle of it, but it does feel nice. “you kind of do.”

he hums and wraps his arm around your shoulder, leaning his head in. “can you promise one thing, though?”

“what is it?” you cock your head to the side and take the time to admire his features, getting lost in the plump of his lips when he speaks.

“next time something hurts you, you tell me,” chan suggests with a nod. “i don’t want you to cry over this. there’s really no reason to. it’s all good.”

“okay,” you nod, hoping you’ll be able to stick to your part of the deal. “i will do that.”

“also, you do know that i don’t hate you?” chan says with a frown. “we brushed over that, but if anything, i really, really like you. we butt heads here and there, but that’s kind of part of the fun, right? i don’t want this to stop. i’d like to take you out and not hide this and get to do more than just have sex, but we can take our time, if that’s what you want. if you just want to keep doing this and want me to not use that language with you, you’ve got it, and if y—”

“chan, chan, chan,” you pat his thigh gently, chuckling at his sudden outburst of nervousness. “it’s okay. maybe we can try dating for real and see if we do well.”

“we can’t not do well,” he tongues his cheek. “our chemistry is unreal. what can go wrong?”

“i already see us arguing over everything,” you tell him, lying down on the bed and laughing. chan instantly follows. “isn’t that the best kind of foreplay though? to get you to ride me like you hate me?”

“ah!” you turn to face him, mouth open in surprise. “are you saying you’re arguing all the time so we can have hate sex?”

chan looks from side to side as his lips form a straight line before laughing. “maybe… but it works!”

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Just So You Know

summary: you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

length: 20,996 words

tags: friends to lovers, love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, semi public, sex toys, edging, bondage, blindfolds, anal play, double penetration, threesome mmf, brief mentions of daddy kink

There was a while when you thought Jeno and Jaemin were attached at the hip. You almost never saw them apart from each other, and any time that you did, the other would show up in the same place soon after, drawn together magnetically even when you were somewhere crowded or in public. 

But the first time that you saw Jeno alone, the first time that Jaemin didn’t immediately show up to interrupt, things happen quickly, hormones taking over. You learn that Jeno without Jaemin means that you get fucked quite well, pressed against the back wall of the small shed at the back of the property where they’re filming.

It happens repeatedly. 

Jeno gets you alone or you seek him out, you have sex. It’s easy.

You don’t know if he tells the others, and you don’t care one way or the other. It’s just a casual thing, a quick and easy way to get off between friends.

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sexual encounters (M) | vampire! jackson wang

request: vampire jackson wang having sex with his human gf headcanon please

genre: smut, some angst

[warnings]: mature content, detailed sexual content, soft dom! jackson, oral (receiving), bruises, no protection (use it)

A/N: I took a new approach writing this headcanon like a drabble but with pointers in it? feedback on if it glides smoothly enough would be nice for future reference please.

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you were fragile, and he knew this. so fresh and clean, a scent that your body naturally gave off that Jackson craved. 

engaged in the way your cheeks blushed with a bright pink color, the blood rushing to your face due to the way his fingers moved up and down your side. head buried in your neck, his silked, never-aged lips lingered at your nape before following up to your jawline. he wanted to trap your skin between his teeth so badly.

tongue poking out, it raced along your face, the taste of your skin like sugar to him. he moaned lightly, taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth with a nibble. the blush grew darker, the heat of your body the exact opposite of his. you warmed him.

pressed against the wall of your bedroom, his touch made you dizzy. the man had swept you off your feet, holding you to him as both the wall and his cold body made chills run over your skin. your responses drove him crazy.

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At Your Service

Pairing: Monsta X Shownu  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Hybrid (Doberman Pinscher) | Bodyguard | Office | Fluff | Angst | Smut

Summary: Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Hyunwoo, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?  

Words:10 K

Warnings: Rated Mature; Death of character (family member), explicit smut, knotting, oral (giving), switch/dom/sub, baby girl & baby boy, protection, explicit language, and dirty talk.

A/N: Hi…I wanted to release this one shot as an intermediate while I’m working on another series. Thank you for being patient with me. This is supposed to be lighthearted~. Thank you for reading~ check out the other version to get a slightly different perspective on this one-shot!

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The whine of drills and sparks singeing metal played in harmony with the sound of heavy rainfall. The toxic combination of gasoline, oil and fresh water bit at his sensitive nose. However, with the years spent in the auto shop the familiar smells have become comforting. He leaned against the steel service door frame, watching and guarding the entrance protecting the mechanics inside. The rain was thundering against the rooftop and metal awning shading the service doors. He closed his eyes, resting them just for a moment letting his six sense take over, as he was lulled by the cascading waterfall off the awning.

Wet footsteps sloshed against the asphalt, a new sound against the normal industrial noises. The shuffling of a paper bag accompanied the hurried steps. Inconspicuously, a floppy ear perked up towards the sound and when it got closer he pried open an eye. She was wrapped up tightly in a hoodie with her arms struggling over a large bag in her hands. She ran through the parking lot like she was running away from rolling lava. She broke thought he waterfall, her hoodie getting drenched, and pulled the hood of her hoodie back breathing a sigh of relief. He watched the pink and rosy burn on her cheeks and the tip of her nose. A smile radiated from her at him momentarily stopping Hyunwoo’s heart.

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