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ৎ୭‧₊◜ you can take it like no other lee know x f!reader

summary: minho doesn't forgive easily, especially not when it's his own member calling his girlfriend 'easy'. so when seungmin comes home early from a trip, you and minho decide to fuck with him - by having the loudest sex possible.

word count: 2.8k words

author's note: not me polishing up my WIPs instead of actually working on my series!! someone stop me!! but also read this because I wrote this months ago when I was in a mood and i think it's sexy

warnings: voyeurism/exhibitionism (as per usual, sorry not sorry); unprotected sex (you know the drill, just don't!); whipped dom!minho and sub!reader; reader calls minho daddy; dacryphilia; slapping; some degradation/dumbification; creampie; porn with barely any plot

“Maybe if your girlfriend wasn’t so easy, you wouldn’t have to be so jealous all the time.”

Seungmin had grumpily mumbled the sentence out one random day at dance practice, and Minho had immediately seen red, venom in his eyes as he stalked over to Seungmin. Chan stopped him in his tracks. Chan did his best to defuse the situation, telling Seungmin to fucking apologise. Seungmin did, and Minho graciously decided not to punch him in the teeth, but he had never forgotten.

Minho gets his opportunity for revenge on Seungmin one unexpected morning when all the boys are away, visiting family or friends for the weekend, and you and Minho crash at the dorms after a date.

Minho wakes up in the morning to the sound of the front door opening and closing and footsteps leading to the room next to Minho’s.

He smirks and as soon as you wake up, he pulls you into his arms, whispering the news about the unexpected guest in your ears. You knew what he was getting at right away, because of course Minho had told you what Seungmin had said, and if you and Minho had anything in common it was a temper.

So, without a second’s hesitation, you swing your leg over Minho’s trim hips, straddling him on the bed and leaning down to kiss him deep and dirty. He groans into your mouth, indulgently. God, he loves it when you get so demanding.

His greedy hands rub up and down your soft thighs as you lick into his mouth, before he grabs the meat of your ass and grinds your barely clothed core over the bulge in his boxers. It’s already so good because there’s oh so little fabric between you.

His hands get more demanding, wandering under your (his) shirt, and he revels in your soft, warm skin. Gently cupping your breasts, he rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers, making you sigh into his mouth, back arching, and he can feel your cunt clench around nothing.

He pulls the shirt over your head and flips you over, pulling his own shirt off, leaning down to press hit hot lips back to you. But now he can feel your soft skin on his, the plush of your tits pressing your hard nipples into his chest, and it makes goosebumps race down his spine. He presses his body into yours, trying to feel more, more, more, his tongue deeper and deeper into your mouth until he can’t breathe anymore.

His hand snakes between you and when he touches the boxers you’re wearing (also his) the material is already damp.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, my sweet little baby, why are you so wet already?” he rasps into your lips with a little smirk.

“Wanna show you what a whore I am for you,” you chirp sweetly, smirking up at him with innocent eyes, “I want Seungmin to hear, too.”

A surprised whine tears out of your throat when he suddenly slides two fingers into you to the knuckle, groan rumbling out of his chest at the lack of resistance and slick slide of them.

“I want Seungmin to get hard when he hears,” you suddenly mumble out, and Minho swears he goes cross-eyed and his cock throbs. He pulls his fingers out of you entirely, heart racing in his chest as he watches you whine and arch your back at the loss.

“You want to put on a show for Seungmin? Want him to jerk off to us having sex?” his voice is thick with want as he says these nasty things, and he can feel your legs try to rub together to relieve some of the pressure.

“Don’t need to put on a show, you fuck me so good, daddy.”

There it is. Minho all but rips the boxers off you, standing up to shuck off his own, before he lets one finger drag down, gathering your slick. He pops it into his mouth and sucks the sweetness off it as he fists his cock. He’s already rock hard, but the view of you naked and needy underneath him never gets old.

He leans over you again, rubbing the swollen head of his cock through your slick.

“Here’s what we’ll do, baby girl,” he whispers into your ear, choked whine escaping your throat as shivers rack down your spine. “I’ll fuck you into this mattress long and hard until you forget your name, just how you like it. And you’ll make your pretty noises, and you won’t hold back, promise me, sweetheart?”

You nod at him frantically, but he pulls back and slaps you once on the cheek, making you moan out, one tear forcing its way out of your eye at the sting.

“Use your words,” he chides, now out loud.

“Yes, daddy, please, daddy, treat me so good,” you babble, and he can already see you slipping. God, he loves you.

He thinks he can hear the mattress squeak on the other side of the bed, and he suddenly slides into you, slow, but steadily until he bottoms out.

He stilled briefly to let you adjust, but your hands are grabbing at his arms, hips trying to fuck yourself onto him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he mumbles out, saccharinely sweet.

“Move, please,” you finally whisper, and he complies with a dirty grin, sliding in and out of you painfully slowly, your combined moans mixing with every slow drag of his cock along your walls.

He loves fucking you like this, drawing out the pleasure, feeling every second of it. You tried to get off like this before, and it was a night he would never forget, the hot drag of his cock along your pulsing walls for hours and hours and hours until he nearly blacked out from the overstimulation, so bad yet so good. At some point, you had started begging him to make it stop, and he couldn’t control himself anymore, fucking into you sloppily, animalistic, your hips rocking to meet his desperately, until you both came so hard you could barely breathe. But he was still hard and fucked you through another orgasm. You passed out on top of the covers that night.

But that wasn’t the plan now. He was only trying to savour the feeling of you, get you nice and sensitive, and also to get you to make those noises he knew were better than porn and would get any man weak, especially the one on the other side of the wall.

And it didn’t take long before you were doing just that underneath him, moaning languidly, indulgently, desperately with each deep, slow thrust, and you sounded so good it made him light-headed, and he was already inside of you.

When he felt like he had given Seungmin enough of a reason to start touching himself, he slowly picked up the pace, thrusts a little shallower but more powerful, and you groaned out beautifully at the different stimulation.

He leaned down to capture your lips with his, swallowing your sweet noises with every swipe of his tongue into your mouth. He knew that he needed to pull back if he wanted Seungmin to hear, but he didn’t care. You were his first and he needed to feel you everywhere. And when he finally did pull back he was rewarded with the sight of your fucked out eyes full of love, sweet whimper dripping from your swollen lips.

His dick was throbbing already, but he willed himself away from his orgasm, the payoff oh so sweet on the horizon.

It didn’t take long before he could hear the headboard of his bed slightly rock against the wall. Your hands were clawing at his hips and ass, and he took the cue, starting to drill into you in long and deep thrusts. You let out a filthy string of curses that ended with “thank you, daddy” and he could swear he heard something drop to the floor on the other side of the wall.

The bed was squeaking under him, the headboard hitting the wall, the sound of his hips slamming into yours ringing through the room; it was all so obscene it drove him absolutely wild. The evidence of your combined desire, your lust, your devotion to each other ringing through the air so clearly, it gave him a heady high.

You were squirming underneath him, hands reaching out for him, pulling him down to your mouth and threading into his hair. He lets it happen for a second before he pulls back and slaps your cheek again.

“Don’t be so greedy, baby,” he spits out as your head lolls back. He slaps you again on the same cheek, and a strangled yell tears from your throat.

“You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you.”

He lands one last slap on your reddening face, and he can feel your cunt gushing and clenching around him.

“Dumb little baby, you know I know what’s best for you,” he sneers, but his eyes are full of love for you, as they are always when you’re like this, letting yourself go entirely, putting your body into his hands. All for him, him, him. It drives him crazy.

It’s rare that he’s this mean to you, but you seem to be getting off on it like you never have before, and maybe it’s because you too suspect that this is the kind of show Seungmin would like.

At the thought of Seungmin, he growls out and starts rutting into you harder, angling his hips so he’s hitting the spongy spot deep inside of you, and you almost yell out in pleasure when he first hits it, a litany of curses falling from your lips.

He pushes your hips down and keeps pounding into you like a man possessed, sweat starting to bead on his body, the slap of your skin getting louder and wetter by the second. The headboard is slamming against the wall in earnest now, and if Seungmin was going to leave, he would’ve heard it by now. So clearly, he is still on the other side.

“So good, ‘m so close,” you whine out, and he presses his lips to yours again in a messy, wet kiss.

“I’ll be nice, I won’t ask you to hold it, kitten,” he purrs at you, and you clench around him again. “Cum on my cock, kitten.”

It’s an order your body obeys almost automatically, your back arching and a whine ripping out of your throat as you cream around him, pushing a white ring of your arousal to the base of his cock.

It takes everything in him not hurtle over the edge as well, but he wants more, wants you sobbing about his cock so loud Seungmin can hear. He wants him to know that he can fuck his girl better than Seungmin can ever even dream of fucking anyone. So he keeps rutting into you, with an unrelenting pace.

“Too much,” you whimper before a breathy moan escapes you.

“Sounds you like when it’s too much, kitten, besides, I’m not done yet,” he snarls.

Your overstimulated cunt flutters around him as you whine out, and he watches your hands start grabbing at the sheets, a first tear rolling down your cheeks.

“Daddy, please,” you beg, and it makes his cock throb.

“Please what, kitten?” he responds, and it’s almost gentle. He can’t be mean to you anymore, not when you’re being so good for him.

“Are you going to cum again for me, angel? I know you have it in you, I can feel it,” he coos at you and at an especially harsh thrust you finally sob out, tears slipping down your cheeks. He can feel his balls tightening at the sight.

“I will, daddy, for you,” you babble and your head lolls to the side as another wave of wetness floods his cock.

You’re already tightening around him again, and he’s about to lose it so he redoubles his effort, slamming into your sweet spot at an angle he knows drags against your walls just right before he brings his fingers down and rubs your clit in tight little circles. He can feel his own sanity slowly slipping as you’re loudly sobbing in pleasure underneath him.

“Come on, baby, make daddy cum inside you, let me fill you up real good,” he rasps out, mind fuzzy with his own approaching orgasm. You drag your nails down his abs before your hand finds his again and you interlace your fingers with his sweetly.

“Ah, fuck, angel, you’re my one and only, you can take it like no other,” he starts babbling as you clench and clench around him, “give me another, come on, drench my cock.”

And that’s all it takes for you to cum again, sobs and moans tumbling from your pretty lips as you squeeze him so tight he hurls straight over the edge, pleasure hitting him like a truck, making his vision fuzzy as he keeps spilling deep inside you, his orgasm feeling never ending.

He doesn’t know exactly how he managed to get there, but when his vision clears up, he’s collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily underneath him as your fingers thread through his hair soothingly.

“Good God,” he breathes out as he tries to push himself up, but he can barely muster the strength.

He makes eye contact with you, and you’re still a little glassy, but you smile at him, so blissfully his heart skips a beat.

“I know,” you giggle, and it makes you clench around his softening, overstimulated dick that’s still inside of you. He curses and gently pulls out before collapsing next to you, pulling you into this side.

“That certainly was a show,” he mumbles, and you just hum in agreement.

“It worked, too, I heard him cum the moment you did,” you say with a wicked grin, “made a really pathetic little noise, too.”

Minho feels petty pride flood his chest. Seungmin getting off to them having sex makes the man who basically called his girl a whore nothing more than a dirty little perv.

He pulls you closer and presses a kiss into your hair.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know,” he whispers, and his chest aches with how much he means it.

You turn in his grasp, looking up at him with wide eyes, before you smile at him gently and pull him in for a kiss. It’s slow and lazy and your skin is slightly sticking together, but you don’t care, moulding against each other deeper and deeper, like you want to disappear into each other’s skin.

“I love you, too, loverboy,” you mumble when you finally pull back after what feels like an eternity. He kisses you one more time before he untangles from you.

“Let me get you cleaned up and make us some breakfast,” he says gently and gets up, getting a towel and wiping you down gently. He throws the towel into the hamper, puts on his boxers and t-shirt and pads to the kitchen, where he puts on some rice and cracks two eggs into a pan.

Before long, he hears Seungmin’s door open, and he turns around. Seungmin briefly looks at him before he avoids his eyes, clearly surprised by Minho’s presence in the kitchen.

“Oh hey, I didn’t realise you were back already,” Minho greets him nonchalantly.

“Hey, uh, yeah, got back, uh, earlier,” Seungmin stammers out and Minho smirks to himself. Seungmin is still standing like he’s rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do.

“Want some breakfast?” Minho asks him, and he feels like he can hear the gears in Seungmin’s head turning.

“S … sure,” he finally mumbles out in defeat and sits down at the table, pulling out his phone. Minho adds another egg to the pan.

As it’s sizzling, Minho hears his door open and Seungmin clear his throat, fidgeting in his seat. You pad out of his room barefoot, his shirt hanging on your frame, though he’s pretty sure you’re no longer wearing his boxers anymore, but your own panties. You seem to have brushed your hair, but your lips are kiss bitten and your tits and perky nipples are clearly visible through the fabric. He smirks at you, and you smirk back like you know exactly what you’re doing as you make your way over to him.

“Oh hey, Seungmin, back already?” You casually greet Seungmin at the table before you come to stand behind Minho, wrapping your arms around his waist. Minho would bet good money that Seungmin is staring at your ass.

While he’s plating up the food, Minho pulls you around him so you’re standing in front of him, his arms working around you, your ass pressed into his crotch where he’s already half hard again. He places a wet kiss on the side of your neck before turning around to slide the bowl over to Seungmin, who is trying to look anywhere but you or the tent in Minho’s boxers, and murmurs out a thank you before he escapes into his room.

When his door closes, you start giggling and Minho joins in as he hands you your bowl and pulls you back into his room.

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RACHA LOG Ep. 10 - Lee Know 🍮

was thinking abt monarch getting cataclysm-ed

LEE KNOW / DOMINO (241117)

“Saw his dimension burn”

“Misses home, but can’t return”

Always there: Hyunjin x Reader x Changbin

Your friend makes you feel bad after a night out at the club, but luckily, you’ve always had Hyunjin and Changbin to comfort you. Or maybe more than that, if that’s what you want. Is that what you want? Content: Smut, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Virgin reader, use of the word 'prude', reader is shamed for being a virgin (not by SKZ), kissing, fingering, oral f! receiving, p in v sex, no mention of using protection WC: 4800

Saturday mornings are great. After a long and tiring work week, you want nothing more than a day to sleep in and relax, finally letting the stress melt away from your body and mind. When you roll out of bed with a yawn you wobble into the kitchen, ready to make yourself a cup of coffee. 

Maybe you would read a book today? Or you could always catch up on that k-drama you’ve been wanting to watch–

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” 

Strange. That almost sounded like the voice of Hwang Hyunjin, which is impossible, seeing as you just woke up and you live alone. Right? 

Wrong. 

“Hyunjin, what the fuck are you doing in my house?” You groan as the coffee maker whirs to life, turning around to shoot your best friend a glare. He holds his hands up in mock defense, but your glare is no longer directed at him. It’s at the whistling coming from the bathroom, your bathroom, as Changbin strides out and dries his hands on his pants. 

“I’m seriously regretting giving you both a spare set of keys,” you mumble. Your whining goes unheard over Changbin’s shouting. 

“Ooh, coffee! Can I have some?” 

You have never known true peace. Not since Hyunjin and Changbin came into your life. Though as much as you fake groan and moan, you love them both deeply and unconditionally. Your friends don’t really have a concept of personal space, which is very obvious this morning in particular, but you all know that if you were truly bothered and wanted them to leave, they would. You don’t ask them to. You are slightly more aware of your unruly appearance, bedhead and long t-shirt that covers your legs and lack of pants, so you walk back into your room and throw on a pair of sweats.

Once your coffee is retrieved, you lay lazily on the couch and turn on the TV. Your legs are stretched out across Hyunjin and your back is leaning against Changbin. 

“You guys are so annoying,” you grumble. You sip idly out of your mug and let out a sigh, melting in between the two men. 

“You’re awfully snappy today,” Hyunjin says with a laugh. “Besides, you know you love us.” 

“I’m snappy because you buffoons decided to invade my home on my day off,” you say with petulance. You all know you don’t really mean your words though, so after a loud and dramatic sigh the topic is all but forgotten. 

Until your friend calls. 

“Shit,” you curse under your breath. 

“Why is Cheryl calling you?” Hyunjin asks, leaning over to peak at your phone. 

“Ugh, we had plans tonight. I completely forgot,” you say, swiping to answer her call. 

“Hey girl! We still on for tonight? I really want to go to the club, and Brad said he was going to be there!” 

You stifle back a groan before replying: “I don’t know…” You were being honest. Partying has never really been your forte, as much as your friend has tried to push you outside of your comfort zone… it has been a long week and you wanted nothing more than to laze around with Hyunjin and Changbin. 

“C’mon! You never go out with me. This is why you still haven’t lost your virginity yet.” You stiffen at her words, letting out a soft chuckle and avoiding looking over at your friends, the ones that you know heard her judgmental words. 

“Um.. yeah, sure! I’ll be there,” you finally stammer. Fuck. You really didn’t want to go but you did want to end this phone call. So that’s what you did. Finally bringing yourself to look at your friends, you give them an awkward smile. 

“So… I’m going out with Cheryl tonight.” 

“We gathered,” Hyunjin laughs. This time you don’t suppress the groan that tumbles out of your mouth. 

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Changbin says. You shoot him a nasty glare that he definitely doesn’t deserve. 

“Well, Cheryl is kind of the worst,” Hyunjin agrees with you, though you’re not surprised. He’s never hidden his distaste for your other friend, and he has always been dramatic. 

Listening to Hyunjin and Changbin decide if you should go out tonight was much like listening to the angel and the devil on your shoulder… Hyunjin’s protests of how you should just stay in and forget that bitch, versus Changbin’s gentle persuasion of how it’s been a long time since you’ve let yourself let go. 

You take Changbin’s advice. And the boys don’t leave the house as you get ready, instead hooting and hollering when you walk out of your room in a little black dress, hair and makeup perfected. You smile sheepishly and try not to blush, but you’re used to their antics by now. When Cheryl comes to pick you up, Hyunjin stands behind you at your door, trying to comfort your nerves. 

“Have fun tonight,” he says, rubbing soothing circles into your back before bringing you into an embrace from behind. He rests his head on your shoulder. “Don’t let Cheryl convince you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, yeah?” It’s unspoken what he means, and you wonder if he’s referencing your conversation with Cheryl from earlier before you’re being pushed out the door. 

Smoothing your dress, you plaster a fake smile over your face before greeting your friend who is so excited about the evening. 

*** 

You should have listened to Hyunjin. 

That’s your first thought as Cheryl drags you into the club. It’s immediately apparent that she doesn’t really have interest in hanging out with you, and that she would much rather cling to her new situationship, Brad. Ugh. You needed a drink. 

You do just that, ordering yourself an alcoholic beverage of choice. As you are sitting at the bar, occasionally glancing over at Cheryl, you see some other guy walk up to her and start chatting idly. You have no particular investment in the conversation until you hear her say, “But my friend Y/N is single!” Oh no. No no no. 

She always did this. You’re not even sure why you agreed to hang out with her anymore. Maybe because you’re a pushover? You can’t help but wish that Hyunjin and Changbin were here to rescue you from this situation. The thought makes you laugh, knowing that Changbin would try to radiate an intimidating energy to get guys to back off and Hyunjin would cling to you dramatically. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” The man approaches and takes the seat on your other side. Taking a deep breath, you turn and give him an awkward smile, already thinking of ways you can turn him down gently. 

“Hi,” you respond, staring at your drink. The man immediately starts talking. His name is Drew, he’s like 10 years older than you, and he really likes golfing. You nod politely, but after 10 minutes you realize you haven’t even been able to get a single word in. This guy doesn’t really care about you, you realize, he just wants to hear himself talk. 

“Excuse me,” you say, standing up. Drew shoots you a nasty look but dismisses you nonetheless, finding someone else to talk to that hopefully cares more than you do. 

“Cheryl,” you say, trying to get your friend’s attention. She’s making out with Brad. Just great. “Cheryl!” You say it again, louder, touching her shoulder in the process. 

“What?” She snaps, shooting you a dirty look. 

“I want to leave.” 

She scoffs at you. “You always do this,” she says, rolling her eyes. 

“I don’t care, I’m sorry. I just really want to leave.”  “I tried hooking you up with someone! Can’t you just leave with whatever-his-name?” 

“I don’t want to leave with Drew,” you respond bluntly. 

“Ugh. Can you stop being such a prude? This is why you’re still a virgin.” She turns over to Brad and laughs with him. They’re laughing at you. For not going home and hooking up with a man 10 years older than you. You feel tears prickling in your eyes, being the target of a joke everyone seems to understand but you. Wordlessly, you shoot your friend the nastiest glare you can accomplish in the moment and leave. 

You start walking before you can really think. It’s dark outside and cold, and you don’t really know where you are. Cheryl drove, of course. You can’t help but think that the whole night has been one big mistake. Sighing, you take out your phone and text your group chat, knowing exactly who would come and help you in a time like this. 

Y/N Starting sharing their location

Y/N: Hey can someone come pick me up 

Binnie: 👍 Hyunjinnie: On my way! 

You slump against the cold concrete, letting yourself cry a little bit. Sure, you ruin your pretty makeup that you spent so long on, but who the fuck cares at this point? Wiping your eyes, you see a familiar black car pull up. Before you can stand, Changbin is already getting out of the car. 

“Are you okay? What happened?” He pulls you to your feet, examining you for any signs of injury. You look at him, lip trembling, but when your eyes meet you can’t help the sobs that escape. “Oh, sweetheart,” he says, pulling you into a big hug. He’s warm, and you can smell the musky scent of his cologne from here. You let it comfort you before pulling away. 

“Can we just go home?” You ask. 

“Of course,” he says, opening the car door for you to get in. Hyunjin shoots you a worried glance from the driver’s seat, and you give him a pathetic smile. 

You notice when Changbin starts playing your favorite songs in an attempt to cheer you up, and admittedly you already feel better, though you don’t speak a word for the rest of the drive. 

*** 

When you finally arrive in your apartment, you’re not surprised when Changbin and Hyunjin follow you in. You let out a loud sigh and face the two men looking at you expectantly. 

“It went just about as I expected,” you said with a dry laugh. When neither of your friends say anything, you start speaking. The words come out faster than you’d like and you know that you’re word vomiting, but it’s fine. They were used to it by now. “Cheryl was dismissive the whole night and tried to set me up with this guy she had just met, he was like, 10 years older than me and he kind of gave me the creeps… and when I told her I wanted to leave she told me to just go home with him.” You take a deep breath, gauging their reactions. “When I told her no, she called me a virgin prude and laughed at me, so I left.” 

The look of anger immediately spread on their faces and you found your own heating up from embarrassment. You looked down out at the ground, willing the tears that pricked at your lash line to go away. 

“Y/N…” Changbin’s gentle voice soothed you and you immediately fell into his embrace. You spare a glance at Hyunjin and know that he’s absolutely furious. You wince. 

“How dare she,” he starts. Changbin gives him a warning glare and tightens his grip on you. 

Pulling away, you tuck your hair behind your ears and look at them sheepishly. 

“Maybe she’s right,” you laugh. “Maybe I should’ve just gone home with some random guy. Maybe I should’ve just lost my virginity and gotten it over with.”

“Don’t say that.” It’s Changbin’s stern voice this time that pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“But–”

“No,” they say in unison. 

“It’s just… everybody else seems to be okay with going out, partying, loosening up, sleeping with people, and then there’s me.” 

“Y/N… there’s a reason why you haven’t… slept with anyone yet, right?” Changbin asks. Hyunjin looks at you expectantly. 

“I mean, of course. I was waiting for the right person.” 

“So you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” Changbin says softly. 

“No, but there’s no right person, Changbin. I don’t know what I’m waiting for anymore, because there’s never going to be that perfect person. I’m never going to be enough—“ 

“That’s not true,” Hyunjin says sternly. You give him an exasperated glare and turn around toward your room. 

“Is there something you’re seeing that I’m not? Because as far as I can tell, that’s the exact truth and you know it.” 

“You don’t have to sleep with anybody just because she’s pushing you to. She’s putting a lot of pressure on you and that makes her a bad friend,” Hyunjin says. “Virginity is a stupid, made up concept anyway. Don’t do it if you don’t want to.” 

“I do want to, though!” You say, exasperated. “I just want to see what everybody else sees. Maybe I don’t want to fuck around, but I want to have sex!”

Before you know it you’re pushed up against the wall by Hyunjin, his head buried in your neck and his breathing heavy as if he were trying to control himself. His actions make you dizzy and your breath hitches from his contact on your skin. 

“Hyune—“ 

“We could help.” 

“What?” Your stomach drops and your breathing increases at his implications. You’re sure you misheard him. 

“We could help you, if you want. You’re more than enough to us, and you should know that. Sleeping with us won’t change that, or make it any more true, but if you want to do it that badly, we’re right here.” 

You gulp. “You mean both of you…? At the same time?” You allow yourself to look at Changbin who is standing with his arms crossed and his eyes dark. 

“If you’re comfortable with that, yeah,” Changbin nods, meeting your eyes before looking away. 

“You should want to do it for the first time with someone who really cares for you,” Hyunjin explains. His hands take place on your hips and start to rub small circles and you find yourself arching into him, already seeking his touch. “Not some random guy at the bar whose name you don’t know and won’t even try to make you cum.” You gasp slightly and Hyunjin smirks, his breath hot against your neck. Changbin lessens the space between you and finds himself at your side, mindlessly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“And we really care for you,” Changbin adds. You nod at his words as Hyunjin starts to nip at your skin, letting his tongue trace circles until he finds the spots that make you breathless. 

“What… if I’m really bad?” You stutter. 

“You don’t have to worry about that. We’ll show you how to do everything… make you feel good. Plus, it’s just us…” Changbin leans in and makes contact with your lips. The kiss is chaste, testing the waters, though you let out a small moan against him. When he smiles against your kiss you smile as well. Alright. You can do this. It’s just Changbin and Hyunjin. You’ve known them forever and you do trust them more than anything, even if they do annoy you and break into your house on your day off.

“Okay,” you say with a shaky breath. 

“Yeah?” Hyunjin licks a thick stripe up your neck which makes you hiss, quickly swallowed up when Changbin leans in to kiss you again. 

“Yeah.” 

You walk to your bedroom and lead the way and even though they had been inside hundreds of times before, this felt different. The air was permeated with the thick scent of desire. You sit on your bed, looking at the floor. “Now what?” 

Changbin sits down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “Now you relax and let us make you feel good, okay? You can tell us what you like and what you don’t like, and anytime you want us to stop we will. Immediately. Does that sound good?” 

You nod your head, your skin becoming flushed. 

“Words, baby.” You don’t admit how those words make your heart jump right out of your chest. 

“Right. Yes. Okay.” 

Hyunjin sits on the bed next to you and you tilt your head to look at him. He starts by grabbing your hair and pulling you into him to meet his lips, and this time the kiss is hot and full of both desire and anticipation of what is to come. 

Meanwhile, Changbin’s hands have come up to touch your thighs. You’re still wearing your dress from your night out so you’re more exposed to him than you usually would be. His large hands touch the insides of your thighs and you don’t even realize that you’re squeezing them together until he is pulling them apart, gently but with intent. His thumbs draw circles on the insides, watching the way you react to each movement. 

You let out a breath into the kiss which Hyunjin takes as an opportunity to deepen the kiss, allowing himself the opportunity to swirl his tongue against yours. 

When Changbin’s fingers finally make their way to your clothed core you let out a moan. You can’t help it. His two fingers slide up and down the fabric that’s already wet, though he focuses on bringing attention right to your clit. You buck your hips up into his hand. 

“So needy,” Hyunjin laughs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Breathlessly you look at him in the eyes and turn away, embarrassed. 

His fingers make their way to your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze again. 

“It’s a good thing,” he says. “You don’t need to hide. Not from us.” With that, he pulls down the front of your dress, revealing your tits to him. He doesn’t break eye contact when his thumbs start to graze over your nipples in soft circles, teasing. 

“Baby, can I take these off?” Changbin asks, his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear. You nod your head vigorously, letting out a soft chuckle from both of the men at your eagerness. When you lift your hips Changbin slides the material off of your legs, now discarded somewhere across the room. 

The breath he lets out when he looks at your glistening core leaves you dizzy. “So pretty,” he all but whispers. “Just for us.” He wastes no time before touching you again with purpose. When one of his fingers teases your entrance you realize you’re already a writhing pathetic mess for them. He dips his finger into your entrance shallowly, collecting your wetness before taking it and circling it right back to your clit. Hyunjin continues his ministrations as well, thumbing your sensitive nipples while leaving wet kisses across your neck and face. 

“You’re doing so good for us,” he whispers against your ear. You whimper. Your eyes are screwed shut, focused on all of the sensations on your body so you don’t even realize it when Changbin’s tongue makes direct contact with your clit, warm and wet. You gasp and lurch forward at the contact. 

“What’re you doing?” you moan. “Oh my God, Changbin, what–?”

“It’s okay, I got you baby. I got you.” His tongue flicks up and down against you, and when he pushes his tongue flat against your clit and you feel his warm breath on your entrance, you finally hear the filthy sounds that are coming out of your own mouth. You try to muffle them with your arm but it’s quickly pulled away. 

“Don’t,” Hyunjin says. “Let us hear you. Let us hear how good we’re making you feel.” 

“It’s so good… Bin… Please don’t stop,” you plead, eyes meeting his from where he sits between your legs. 

His finger starts thrusting in and out of your core at the same time Hyunjin’s lips meet your nipple, tongue flicking across one bud while his hand comes to pinch the other. It feels like a well-orchestrated plan plotted against you, you think. You’re babbling now about how close you are and your hand intertwines in Changbin’s hair. You buck your hips up against his mouth, trying to ride out your release and he lets you use his face for your pleasure happily. When he curls his one finger inside you harshly you cum, pulsing tightly on his digit. 

You have half the mind to apologize for being so rough and caught up in the moment, but when you finally open your eyes you gasp. Changbin looks at you with all lust and desire and dark eyes, absolutely entranced by you and with your release completely covering his mouth. When Hyunjin comes off of you with a pop he looks quite similar, and it surprises all of you when you initiate the kiss this time, immediately open mouthed and trying to get as much of him as you can. 

“Slow down, slow down,” he says with a shallow breath, pushing you away. “Are you okay? Do you want to keep going?” 

“Yes, please,” you whine. “I need someone inside of me. Please.” They both gulp, but Hyunjin quickly regains his composure. 

“You want just anybody inside you, hmm?” He teases. 

“Not just anyone… You, Hyune. Then Changbin. I can take it, please.” They both groan. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Hyunjin laughs. He helps you out of your dress completely now and it drops to the floor. You now stare completely bare in front of your friends and you think about covering yourself up but it seems they know you better when a hand reaches for your wrist to stop the motion. The words remain unspoken this time, but you know, not in front of them do you need to hide yourself. 

Changbin pushes you down gently to lay down on the bed and he lays on his side next to you. The way he stares at you almost makes you queasy, because you know deep down it’s not just lust and desire, but something more… The need to be with you, to see you, for you to be his implicitly. You wonder if he knows that you already are. That you’ve already belonged to them for the longest time. You kiss him and he kisses you back. 

In front of you, Hyunjin pulls down his pants. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch and try not to let yourself become intimidated. He strokes himself a few times before he positions himself at your entrance. He looks at you, waiting for permission. 

“Go ahead, Hyunjin. Please.” Your words are soft but you know he’s heard you when his tip breaches your entrance. It’s already a bit of a stretch and you take a deep breath, tilting your head back. Changbin rubs circles into your arm to soothe you and you find that it works. Hyunjin shallowly thrusts out and then back in, allowing himself to get just a bit deeper. He slowly repeats the action until he’s flush against you, his hips meeting yours. The feeling is foreign but not painful, you decide. 

You watch Changbin lick his finger and then move it down to your clit, gently applying pressure. While Hyunjin hasn’t started moving yet, this allows you to relax a little bit more and your brain decides suddenly that it feels really good.  

“You’re doing so good for us,” Changbin says, repeating Hyunjin’s words from earlier. 

“S’good,” Hyunjin agrees. “Such a good pussy. You feel so good around me, love.” He starts to thrust now, though slow and gentle, and you start moaning. It feels different than anything you’d ever experienced before, though you know you really like it. 

“Faster,” you say. Hyunjin follows your directions instantly, watching and scrutinizing every reaction you make to ensure it’s completely pleasurable for you. Changbin’s hands are all over your body, grounding you; his hands rub up and down your arms and your tits, touching any area of skin accessible to him. 

Your hips start to buck up to meet Hyunjin’s. You’re getting close, you realize, though when Hyunjin picks up your legs and puts them over his shoulder, you gasp. He’s now reaching impossibly deeper inside you, and at this angle he’s able to completely control the pace. He hits that gummy spot deep inside you, one that you had never achieved reaching yourself before, and when he hits it your orgasm washes over you without warning. 

You cum with a cry, pulsing tightly around his cock. His moans are louder and you can tell he’s getting closer too but he fucks you through your orgasm. As your breathing steadies he pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach and you watch in awe. 

Taking two fingers, you scoop up his release and put it in your mouth, sucking it off your fingers. The two men groan at your actions which makes you smirk. 

“Changbin?” You ask, beckoning the man. 

“Are you sure, baby?” He asks, looking into your eyes for any signs of discomfort. 

“Want you too,” you say. It’s Hyunjin’s turn to slump next to you and he does so, wrapping his arms around you while Changbin takes his position. 

When Changbin pushes into you you let out an unabashed moan, pushing yourself into Hyunjin’s chest to ground yourself. He shushes you and combs his fingers through your hair. The stretch is different this time, as Changbin’s thicker but Hyunjin is longer. 

“Feels good, Binnie,” you say. 

“I know,” he responds. “I got you. Let me take over, okay?” And he does, at first cautious of his pace to not hurt you, but he soon follows up with a brutal pace that has your head spinning. He feels delicious inside of you just like Hyunjin did, and when you get close this time you don’t feel embarrassed by the loud sounds that come out of your body. You’re so close to your peak, almost there… when Changbin pulls out. You make a sound that comes out as a whine, but before you can complain further you’re flipped onto your hands and knees. 

Changbin teases his cock up and down your wet slit, sensitive and already so close to an orgasm, and the sound you make is downright pathetic. 

“You want it?” Changbin teases. 

“Oh my God, please… Changbin please, I was so close, don’t tease,” you beg. Hyunjin practically coos and his lips meet yours right as Changbin sinks back into you. You feel delirious from the pleasure and it doesn’t take long before you cum again. Hyunjin’s kisses drink up all of the moans and breaths that come from your body as Changbin pounds into you. 

Changbin and Hyunjin spit praise at you as you finish, and shortly after you feel Changbin’s release all over your ass. You slump onto the bed, tired, and welcome Hyunjin’s arms around your frame. You nuzzle deeper into his embrace, entirely content. You barely register when Changbin comes to clean you off and then lays next to you. You’re in between your two favorite people in the entire world, completely safe and content. You let out a happy sigh. 

“Did you have a good time?” Changbin questions. You almost laugh. 

“Of course I did. I couldn’t imagine a better first time. Thank you… Thank you both.” 

“Do you think you’ll regret it?” Hyunjin asks.

“No. Never.” You look at his worried gaze and press a firm kiss to his lips. You’re satisfied laying between the two men, relishing their soft touches and warm embraces when you have a thought that makes you laugh. 

“Cheryl is going to be thrilled,” you say with an eye roll. 

Hyunjin groans. “God. Don’t tell her. She doesn’t deserve to know. In fact, you should block her,” he reasons. 

“Yeah. She’s kind of a bitch,” Changbin agrees. You and Hyunjin look at him wide-eyed, not used to him talking about other people like that. Then all three of you laugh. You look at Changbin and can tell that there’s something else that he wants to say. 

“I don’t want you to do this with anybody else,” he says with a deep sigh. “I want it to be us. Just me and Hyunjin. I don’t want anybody else to see you this way.” His words carry a deeper meaning and you know it. You bury your head into his chest and Hyunjin’s arms wrap around your waist. 

“I love you both. Do you know that?” You say. You’ve told them a hundred times, but the words needed to be said again. Albeit they are now said in a much more intimate context, you will let them interpret it however they want. They both hum in agreement, repeating the words back to you. 

You’re not sure what this meant for your friendships or your relationships, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not now. The three of you fall asleep in your bed that night in an entanglement of arms and limbs, and you sleep peacefully knowing that no matter what, they would be there for you when you wake up. They have always been there, and they always will be.  *** A/N: I'm excited to announce that this is part 1/4 of a SKZ threesome series with various members ;) I have big things planned

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