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SKZ as types of doms

Pairings: OT8 x Reader CW: Straight up smut, degredation, use of ‘slut’, p in v sex, etc.

Bang Chan - Daddy/Sadist

I know everybody sees Chan as a daddy dom and I genuinely agree with this 

He would genuinely get off on your neediness and how bad you want him, and he would really feed off of being in control

He would be a sadist in the sense that he loves getting you overly worked up, drinking up all of your moans and whines for him 

He loves watching you have tears in your eyes, begging for him on the verge of your orgasms

He would be so cocky about it too 

“Hmm? Tell me what you want, baby. Go ahead, use your words.”

“Daddy please,” you cry out for him. “Need you so bad. Please–” “You want to cum on my cock, baby?” He coos at you, teasing your clit with his thumb. You’re pliant for him, worked up from hours of teasing and edging. “Look at my girl, so needy and desperate.” You cry out for him as he finally gives you what you’d been asking for, delivering with a mixture of praise and degradation. 

“Feel so good… fuck, such a needy slut for me. Go on, tell me who’s making you feel this good, then maybe I’ll let you cum, yeah?”

He would also be *so* into the aftercare part of things. He’s such a natural caretaker, it’s in his bones. 

He would give you so much praise and reassurance after, as well as cuddles. He would be SO into skinship, especially if he was rough with you. 

“You’re mine. You know that, right? I love you so much.” 

Lee Know - Brat tamer  

One thing about your relationship with Lee Know is that you really like pushing the limits with him, seeing how far you can go or how much you can push him until he reaches his limits 

It provides a thrill for both of you, like a cat and mouse game. 

He really likes having the control over you, both of you knowing that when you go too far, he will be the one to put you back in your place 

When he tries to give you a warning, it’s through a sharp glare, silent exchanges, or a small smirk or shake of his head 

If you continue to act up, he says things like, “You’re playing with fire,” or “You know what you’re getting yourself into.” Sometimes he says it with a strong grip on your thigh, eyes staring straight ahead and lips pursed together so you don’t know how much it’s bothering him. 

“I gave you three chances, doll, and you still decided to act up. You know the rules, but you just had to go and act like a needy slut, didn’t you?” He spits his words with a tight grip in your hair, right at your scalp with eyes that bore into yours, giving you no room to run from his punishment. “On the bed, now. Ass up. You’re going to take what I give you. Are we clear?” 

Loves punishing you just as much as you love to be punished 

His favorite thing would be spanking you, with his bare hands or with a paddle, having you count them out for him. He’s just happy he gets a view of your ass, and when he’s done with you it’s pretty shades of red and purple, and he smirks because *he did that to you*

Changbin - Pleasure dom (Soft dom) 

Changbin would be the type of dom who wouldn’t ever be able to really follow through with his threats. 

He sort of just expects you to be good for him and follow his rules and you do. 

“Fuck, you’ve been teasing me all day, baby,” he says with a grunt. “So bad. I should, fuck… I should really punish you.” His words hold no force behind it, and you can tell by the way that his lips are already on your neck or the way that his hands dig into your hips that he’s just as needy as you are. 

“Gonna make you feel so good… Gonna split you open on my cock, babe.” 

The most he does in terms of punishment is heavily overstimulates you, but it’s because he literally thrives off of seeing you come apart for him. He LOVES giving more than receiving, which means he’ll have you come apart for him several times… on his tongue, his thighs, his abs, his fingers… far before he even thinks about fucking you into oblivion 

He loves it when your brain turns to mush and you’re babbling, spewing nonsense about how he just makes you feel so good and you’re all his 

He loves teasing you and making you use your words while he’s cock-deep inside of you, stilling until he gets what he wants out of you. The more vocal you are, the more you get rewarded and he watches you fall apart 

He will always hold out his orgasm for yours, fucking you through it for as long as you need… And usually the sight of you cumming all over his cock does it for him. 

Hyunjin - Rope top 

Hyunjin almost sees having sex with you as a form of art in and of itself 

He would totally be into different rope arts and accessories, loving the way that they look on your skin 

He would spend so much time just getting you ready for the act and be so gentle about it, the way his fingers trace across your skin as he secures the rope and ties the knots, giving it a gentle tug and analyzing it to make sure it’s to both of your likings 

You would be so worked up before you even started doing anything 

His favorite part about restricting you is that you are utterly helpless, forced to take what he has to give 

He would be *so* attentive, he would know your body and just what buttons to hit more than you know 

“You’re doing so good for me, love. You look so pretty all tied up for me,” he says. His fingers glide over your skin, rubbing against your nipples in circles and watching your face contort in pleasure as he gives them a slight tug. You arch your back as far as the restraints allow, and he smiles at how you get so breathless and needy for him. 

He would talk and coax you through your orgasms, so sickly sweet and stroking your thighs or your arms as you shake around him 

He knows your limits better than you do and he gives you *just* what you can take each time. 

“There you go. Look at you. You did such a great job taking it. Come on baby, you can do another. Just one more.” 

Han - Pleasure dom 

Han would get so so turned on by any noises you make 

Like, he would beg to eat you out and this man would be able to spend hours between your thighs, and he would be so desperate for it too 

“Please, baby, let me taste your pretty pussy, please. Squeeze your thighs around my head, just like that, yeah…” 

He will ask you to sit on his face and if you actually let him, this man is a goner 

You know he’s really enjoying it by the sounds *he* makes when you finally let go and put your full pressure onto him, grinding onto his face and using him like a toy… 

If you look you would see he’s bucking his hips up into the air, so happy that he’s the one that’s making you feel like this. He will totally make you cum at least four times until you’re sensitive and overstimulated 

“You can do one more, can’t you? Yeah, you can… You’re so good for me, so pretty for me, baby. Let me make you cum on my cock just once, please. I promise it’ll feel good.” 

His hands would be all over your body, knowing exactly which spots bring the breathiest moans out of you. As he fucks into you hard and desperate with reckless abandon, he’s somehow still working you up and turning your pain into pleasure

Felix - Soft dom 

Felix would be a soft dom in the sense that he loves teasing you, getting you absolutely flustered

“You want me to touch you?” He asks, mocking innocence. “But I am touching you. Or are you wanting more? Go on, use your words.” 

He would go insane on the praise with you, loving your little moans and vocalizations and he would just have to let you know 

“You sound so pretty for me. You can be loud, tell me, am I making you feel good?” 

This man loves it when you ride him, bouncing on his cock desperately as your hands run through his hair and on his chest, but he loves the intimacy of it because he can see your face and see how good you’re feeling… and so that he can get a good grip on your tits, running his fingers softly over your nipples to provide that extra stimulation, watching as your movements start to get sporadic 

“Shit, you’re doing such a good job riding me, baby. Making me feel so good. You getting tired? Here, let me help. Shhhh jagiya, I got you.” 

He would snap his hips up into you and the sounds would just be lewd, the sound of wet skin on skin and your moans and his soft pants 

Like this, his hands underneath your thighs and you hoisted up, you can’t move so you’re just forced to take what he has to give

He’s so attuned to your body that you don’t have to warn him when you’re close, he can tell by the way you’re squeezing him and your breathing hitches, so he just coaxes you right through it 

“You got it, there you go, fuck, clenching around me so good. You were made to take me. You did such a good job angel. I’m so close, you can take it. You’re being so good for me.” 

Seungmin - Service/Reaction-seeking sadist 

Once Seungmin finds that you’re into pain, it’s over for you 

I think he would start out with a hand around your throat, lightly, barely squeezing, but seeing the way that you react to this brings out a different beast in him 

This man would love seeing you cry for him 

Anything he can do to get a reaction out of you is what he gets off on, and even more so if you try to act like what he’s doing isn’t affecting you; he likes to play with you and whine you up until you snap, needy, desperate and crying for him 

“You like it when I choke you? No? Then why are you smiling, jagiya? Should I squeeze tighter, just to see?” 

This man would *love* edging you. You’re on the brink of an orgasm and still trying to act like he’s not affecting you? Watch him rip that away from you. He’ll do it again and again until you’re writhing and begging for him, tears streaming down your face. You both love it though, it’s just a game to see how long it takes to get you to break. 

“Are you done pretending? If you could stop being such a brat and just beg for it like the needy slut you are, you’ll get what you want,” he coos. And you do, pent up after being denied an orgasm for the fifth or sixth time? You’ve lost track. And he’s mean and slow with it too, teasing your entrance with his tip and watching you try to buck your hips into him, desperate for friction. When he finally sinks into you he wipes your tears away once, waiting for you to look into his eyes with your watery ones before he fucks you deep and hard like you crave. 

I.N. - Primal/Sadist 

Innie would be so desperate for you that he almost doesn’t realize at first just how rough he can be 

We’re talking biting, scratching…   

He would fuck you from behind with a hand wound tightly in your hair, pulling you up against him. All sorts of noises would come out of his mouth that sound like grunts and low moans. A hand grabs tightly at your hip, fingernails slightly embedded in your skin as he ruts himself into you hard, over and over. Hips smack against hips and skin smacks against skin. 

He loves marking you. Something about seeing you covered in hickeys and bruises that he perfectly created on your skin drives him crazy. 

“So pretty f’me,” he says as he sucks a particularly dark bruise into your inner thigh, soothing it with his tongue. “Love seeing you like this, letting everybody know that you’re all mine.” 

If you cry for him in pleasure he gets off on that–his brain literally short circuits. Especially if you tell him how good he’s making you feel. 

He’s making you feel so good that you’re crying? He can’t even comprehend but he knows he wants to do it again. 

“Fuck, fuck…” he says. “You feel so good.” His hips smack into yours hard and he’s chasing his own pleasure, not caring about silencing his noises. If your higher-pitched moans get mixed in with his it drives him nuts, and he would do anything to get you to keep making those pretty sounds for him. As he’s about to cum he bites into your shoulder, not hard but enough to leave a mark, and when you moan from underneath him that’s all it takes for him to come undone. 

Masterlist Recs

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

Masterlist Recs

SKZ and their kinks (OT8)

Pairings: OT8 x reader (f) Warnings: Smut, MDNI

Chan (praise)

Chan loves praising you in the bedroom 

I genuinely believe this man is the most vocal partner, especially if you’re pleasuring him, he needs to let you know what a good job you’re doing. 

“That’s so good… your mouth feels so good around my cock,” he’ll say as you look up at him with big eyes. 

“Ugh you’re clenching around me so tight baby,” he says. “Like this pussy was made for me.” 

If you let him onto the fact that you really like praise in the bedroom, this man will be insatiable. 

He’ll praise you through every orgasm and every interaction, loving the way that you get flustered and your eyes flutter when he speaks. 

If you praise him in the bedroom? It fuels him to keep going because he loves to be told that he’s doing a good job, that he’s the one that’s making you feel good. 

“God, baby, love this pussy. Love making you feel good, you’re so good for me. Give me one more, yeah?” 

Lee Know (sex toys)

Lee Know is super into using sex toys in the bedroom, to the point that I think he’s the one that suggests it to you. If you’re not sure about it he’ll ease you into it.

Goes shopping to buy toys specifically for you and gets hard just thinking about using them on you. 

Loves watching you completely fall apart for him as he runs a vibrator through your folds. When you cum for him your orgasm is so intense and I think he’ll talk you right through it. 

“Look so pretty for me like this… Yeah baby, just like that. Just let go for me.” 

Will slowly fuck you with the toy through your aftershocks until your legs stop shaking. 

If you’re still feeling needy once you finished, will absolutely fuck you with his cock after. He loves when you’re overstimulated and pliant for him, and will absolutely use the vibrator on you while he’s fucking you just to see the fucked out expression on your face. 

I also think Lee Know could fuck you with various toys for hours without ever getting his own release. He just loves watching the way that you contort underneath him and the faces you make as you cum for him again and again. 

“Fuck, does that feel good? Is that hitting your g-spot just right?” he asks as he fucks a dildo into you. “You’re doing a good job, love. One more and then I’ll let you cum all over my cock.” 

Changbin (strength/manhandling) 

The first time he realizes that you like being man-handled, he’s over the moon. The first time you were acting up a little bit and you weren’t getting into the position he wanted you to, he grabbed you and put you there himself. You moaned so loudly and it went straight to his head. 

“Yeah? You like that?” he asks smugly. “You like it when I’m rough and put you in your place?” 

When you explain to him that it’s his muscles and knowing that he has the strength to do whatever he wants with you and knowing that he can be rough without going too far, he literally preens. 

He likes showing you that he can fuck you against the wall with you in his arms, your legs around his waist without breaking a sweat. 

Gets so smug if you’re riding him and your legs give out so he can take over. 

He loves holding your full weight above his cock so that he can piston into you at full force. When you throw your head back and you’re completely putty in his hands, it completely fuels his ego. You love when he gets like this. 

Hyunjin (role play) 

Have you seen this man? He’s absolutely the most dramatic person I’ve ever seen in my life. 

This makes me think if you ever did role play, he would get super into it. 

One time, he hits on you at the bar, pretending to be a stranger looking for a hookup. You genuinely believe him when he takes you home and his hands are on you, asking for your name and promising you he’ll be the best fuck you’ve ever had. 

“God, this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he says. “Please don’t let this be a one-time thing, I’ll do anything for you to let me come back.” He sounds desperate as he licks a stripe up your pussy even though he’s had it for himself a hundred times before. 

I also genuinely believe he would be super into professor/student roleplay. 

You’re telling me you can’t picture this man telling you he has to ‘punish’ you for your bad grades? He’s super into it. 

“God, what a good girl, letting your professor fuck you with his cock. Fuck, think you deserve an A for this, God, baby.” 

Han (edging)

I think the first time that Han edges you is by complete accident. 

You tell him you’re getting close but he wants it to last a little longer so he pulls out thoughtlessly. But, as tears start forming in your eyes and streaming down your face, he realizes he loves watching you squirm and beg for him to just put it back in, to please just let him fuck you again. 

After he edges you so many times, I think he would try it himself too and realize just how much he likes it, that it makes you both just that more desperate and the orgasm even greater. 

You’ll both be whimpering and near your orgasm for the fifth time that night but he pulls out nonetheless, relishing in your whines for him. 

“Just one more… hold out for me, please. God, it’ll feel so good, you can do it for me, can’t you?” 

When you finally explode around him he’s so close behind, fucking you both hard through one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. 

“God, baby, oh my god, feels so good. Baby oh my god, pussy feels so good for me, thank you,” he says as he finally slumps down, covering your body with his own. 

Felix (recording)

The first time you sent him an audio of you moaning, you awakened a beast in Felix. He begs you to let him download it onto his phone to keep forever. He starts listening to them in public, absolutely turned on by the fact that a.) nobody knows what he’s listening to and b.) he’s the only one that gets to hear you like that 

He’s so turned on by this, in fact, that he begs you to let him record an audio of you two having sex. 

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he grunts as he pounds into you. “Be nice and loud so I can hear you, make all the noises you know I like.” 

Shows off in a way that gets you to moan as loud as you possibly can and doesn’t let you muffle any of the sounds you’re making. 

Listens to the audio as soon as you’re done, already getting hard again.

Seungmin (degradation) 

Hard dom Seungmin agenda 

I think Seungmin would be super mean to you leading up to sex, and especially during it. If he knows that him being mean to you turns you on, he will totally use it against you. 

“God, you’re such a pathetic slut for me, baby. Look at you pushing your thighs together. So needy for this cock, right?” 

Loves looking you in the eye when he says mean things to you because he loves the way you get so flustered and humiliated when he speaks to you. 

If you cum fast? It turns him on so much. 

“Cumming for me already? God, I knew you were desperate. I’m not even close yet, ha. Think this greedy pussy can give me another? Of course it can.” 

On the other hand, I also think Seungmin would give the best aftercare. 

“Did so good for me,” he says as he strokes your hair. He cradles you closer to his chest.”You’re so perfect for me.” 

IN (hair pulling/humiliation) 

I think when I.N. realizes that you like getting your hair pulled, he just uses it as a way to tease you and get you flustered at first. 

He’ll walk by when you’re unsuspecting and yank on your hair hard, smirking at the way you let out a loud groan at his actions. Then he’ll walk away as if nothing happened, hands in his pockets. 

This will go on for so long that it drives you nuts. You start begging him that if he’s going to do that to just please, do something more so that you’re not so wound up around him all the time. 

One day his hand snakes into your hair and you’re already whimpering, and he hasn’t even pulled it at all yet. This makes him go absolutely feral, the way you’re so needy for him, that he crashes his lips into yours. 

Eventually it goes further and he has you bent over the couch, fucking into you from behind. 

He yanks your hair, using it as a way to pull your body up into him. 

“Look so good like this. Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted my cock in you for so long, don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you. You’re such a pain slut for me, just for me.”

God, I love this type of post so much. I don't care how many writers do this, I'll read it every single time. <3 Masterlist Recs

📹ᡣ𐭩₊˚⊹ free, when you’re here with me lee minho x f!reader x han jisung

summary: one time you and jisung tease minho while he's live. another time you and minho return the favour. and the third time ... well, let's just say they're both live that time.

word count: 9.6k words

author's note: first fic back from sea may rise is my brand - minsung and exhibitionism. I have had this idea in my drafts for half a year now and I finally got around to writing it. straight filth. enjoy!

warnings: sexting and getting hard on live; porn without plot; established relationship; canon compliant; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); daddy kink; big on the exhibitionism; sexting and images and videos of sexual acts; sex toys; size queen behaviour from our reader; masturbation; oral; pubic hair bc it's sexy and I said so; they keep talking about tanghulu because it's canon and they need to be freed from these repetitive questions

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ᡣ𐭩 ONE

“‘Hi Lee Know, how are you today?’ Hiii, I’m good, how are you?” Minho singsongs, dutifully, throws a look at the camera propped up on the table in front of him, then back down at his phone where Bubble is open.

At least he’s alone in the room today. It’s always much less awkward when there are three staff members watching him provide fan service and make faces at a phone.

“’How was your day?’ My day was alright. Had a schedule this morning really early, but we finished around noon. I got galbitang for lunch, ate it with Kim Seungmin.”

He watches the chat predictably explode into messages about him and Seungmin, about Seungmin’s new show, whether he’d seen it. He gives it a second.

On the top of his screen, a message pops up.

In miny/nsung🍡 from: jisungie 🐹🍑 who allowed you to look so damn good when you’re not here

Minho doesn’t bother to hide the smirk that takes over his face as he reads the message.

“Ah, Kim Seungmin’s Song By, yes, I watched it. Who knew dogs could sing like that, huh.”

He knows this simple sentiment will buy him enough time to respond to Jisung.

from: minho got nothing better to do than watch my live?

The reply is instant. It’s a picture of Jisung and you, cuddled up together in what Minho can clearly tell is Jisung’s bed, based on the dark grey, checkered sheets and the orange and purple glow of Jisung’s LED lights.

from: y/n 😻 we just miss you :(

Minho resists the urge to roll his eyes, fondness dangerously squeezing at his chest. He swipes back to Bubble, takes a quick look at the chat, but everyone’s still talking about Seungmin’s show.

“Ah, yes, the song. I know it. He talked about it for a week before filming. He was very worried about his choice, but he chose it well.”

Quickly, he swipes back and is greeted by the picture again.

It’s adorable. Your head, pillowed on Jisung’s arm, eyes scrunched up in a smile as you lean up and into his neck. Jisung’s smile is soft, his cheek squished against your forehead. You’re both still dressed exactly like how he left you, Jisung in his oversized sweatshirt, you in one of Minho’s t-shirts. God, he wishes he could be there instead of here.

from: minho I left like an hour ago

Then he goes back to Bubble.

For a few minutes, there’s no new notification. Minho even finds himself swiping back to your group chat to check, but you and Jisung are suspiciously quiet. He answers a question about Soondoongdori, but secretly he wonders if your words, the fact that you missed him, weren’t true at all.

But then, four messages come in in quick succession.

from: jisungie 🐹🍑 sorry, hyung, we got a little distracted wanna see? turn your volume off

The thumbnail of the video is blurry, but Minho can make out the colours of your clothes. He doesn’t know if he hopes it is what he thinks it is or if he should hope it’s something much more innocuous.

And Minho shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t open a video while he’s live on Youtube with thousands of people watching. But if there’s one thing that he loves more than he loves his job, it’s you and Jisung, and especially videos of you and Jisung. The photo gallery of his secret private phone is proof of that.

So he puts his phone on mute. Clicks the volume down until it shows it’s silent, and then clicks the lower volume button 30 more times for good measure. Angles his phone, so nobody can see, though he knows they can’t. And he clicks play.

It plays silently, Minho notes with an internal sigh of relief, but that fact is soon forgotten when he takes in the view. The framing is as gorgeous as it is simple. The camera hovers over you and Jisung’s upper bodies, cutting off right above your noses and right below your chests. You must be holding it because Jisung’s hand is cupping your cheek, your chin, black painted nails digging into the meat of your cheek as he absolutely devours you.

Or really, you devour each other, swapping filthy, wet open-mouthed kisses, tongues meeting somewhere in the middle, laving against each other. Then Jisung wraps his plump lips around your bottom lip and sucks, making your body arch into him, your hand scrambling to wrap around the back of his neck to get better access and arousal hits Minho like a tidal wave. You kiss Jisung harder, drag your nails over his scalp as you lick into his mouth, so deep Minho thinks he can hear the phantom of Jisung’s moan in his ears and Jisung kisses back, a dribble of spit running down the soft skin of your chin and the video ends.

And Minho realises he’s live.

It takes all of his idol training to swallow down his panic, to seemingly calmly swipe back to Bubble and check the messages when his brain feels hazy, and he can feel his cock pulsing in his sweats. But nobody seems to have noticed. All the messages are just the usual ‘notice me’s or ‘make a heart!’s.

His phone vibrates in his sweaty hand.

from: jisungie 🐹🍑 I can’t believe you watched the video on live I’m so fucking hard that’s so hot

from: y/n 😻 don’t worry, it wasn’t obvious our pro idol <3

Minho bites back a scoff.

from: minho you two are fucking crazy

He shoots the message back and swipes back to Bubble.

“’Lino-yah, do you prefer kimchijigae or doenjangjigae?’ Kimchijigae, always!”

from: y/n 😻 does that mean you don’t want another video?

Minho could not give less of a fuck about Kimchijigae right now. The seconds he waits for another video to come in are agonising. He tries to respond to as many comments that fly past as he can, while he still can, before the message finally pops up.

from: y/n 😻 <kjs3js9asu8.mp4>

He swipes across and nearly lets out a groan at the thumbnail. Jisung’s bare, broad shoulders and brown, curly mop of hair, between your thick soft thighs, bathed in purple and orange lights. It looks like art.

Minho punches the volume down button another few times for good measure and hits play.

In the top of the frame, the ends of your, no his t-shirt, rucked up enough to expose the soft curves of your waist, your belly. Jisung is settled between your soft thighs, one of them slung over his broad, honey skinned shoulder, his hands wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place, ringed fingers digging into your skin. Minho wants them in his fucking mouth.

Jisung’s face is buried in your pussy. Nose-deep, hair bobbing with every lave of his stupidly talented tongue, his eyes fluttered closed in what Minho knows is ecstasy. His legs are spread, hips grinding into the mattress, his pert little ass in his sweats just about visible from how you’re holding the camera.

And then Jisung takes your clit into his mouth, flutters his glassy eyes open and sucks, and Minho watches the muscles in your belly ripple and your back arch. Jisung’s eyes are still on you, but then he flattens his tongue and licks at you obscenely and makes eye contact with the camera, and Minho’s cock throbs.

Your fingers thread into Jisung’s hair, pulls his head back so hard his eyes roll, and his mouth falls open, purple lights making the juices on his chin glisten. You shove him back down, and he goes willingly, dives lower, head bobbing harder, pink tongue peeking out from his rosebud lips. Then the video ends.

Minho is rock hard in his sweats. He forces himself to swipe back to Bubble. Half crazed, half out of his fucking mind, he looks for something to reply to.

“If Lee Know sees this comment he’ll wink,” he reads, looks at the camera with a deadpan expression and does a silly wink.

He wants to end this live right now and run home, but he promised their manager he’d stay on for longer today.

He swipes back to your chat.

from: minho did jisungie make you cum?

The answer is immediate.

from: y/n 😻 mhm yeah he did so good <IMG_363762.jpeg>

A picture. Of your face. Flushed and fucked out, hair messy against the pillow, a pretty little smile on your bitten lips. Minho is about to fucking lose his mind.

Subtly, he shifts in his chair, bites back a hiss when his cock drags against his boxers in a way that feels a little too good. Then he forces himself back to Bubble.

But the top of his screen lights up with another notification.

from: jisungie 🐹🍑 when are you coming home, jagi? we want you so bad you and your stupidly big cock I bet it’s so hard right now

“My favourite song off the last album is Blind Spot,” he half growls out. His leg is jumping, his heart thundering in his chest. The chat goes wild. Hannie’s song! Minsung is real, guys.

Possessiveness always comes easier when his cock is hard, and he’s thinking about them.

“Exactly,” he just says. No indication what he responded to. It’s all he’s allowed to. But hopefully enough of them will know.

From: y/n 😻 <97jdn2yns.mp4>

He swipes over immediately.

Jisung. Filmed from your vantage point, clearly, if your bare thighs on either side of his beautiful waist are anything to judge by. Then your hand, manicured nails reaching up to Jisung’s mouth, tapping your middle and ring finger against his lips. Jisung blinks slowly, then opens his mouth, dutifully. He swallows your fingers down greedily.

inho has to actually bite back a moan. His cock twitches pathetically in his sweats. He hums a random melody, trying to distract the people on his stupid live from the fact that he hasn’t said anything in a couple of seconds.

But his brain, his cock, his entire nervous system – it’s all attuned to you. Jisung, flushed and fucked out, sucking on your fingers, his eyes rolling into the back of his head like he’s in some fucking hentai. Minho adores it.

The angle changes. With your fingers still in Jisung’s mouth, you lean over, prop up the phone against something on the other side of the bed, brows furrowed in a concentration so adorable it makes him want to ruin you, before you return to straddling Jisung’s waist, Jisung’s pretty hands splayed over your thighs.

Jisung sucks on your fingers harder, his eyes threatening to flutter shut as you lean forward, closer until you finally remove your soaking wet fingers from his lips. Jisung sucks in a breath and Minho knows that if he had his sound on, he would’ve heard the most delicious whimper.

With bated breath, Minho watches as you and Jisung stare at each other, before you dip down and replace your fingers with your lips. Jisung surges up, his hands wrapping around your waist like a man starved, and Minho swears he gets dizzy for a moment.

He doesn’t think he blinks once for the last few seconds of the video, watching you kiss Jisung into the mattress, watching Jisung’s hands grab at you wherever he can reach, kneading your ass, your hips, your waist, rucking up your shirt until he can pull it over your head, your naked tits pressing against Jisung’s chest.

The video ends and Minho swears his ears are ringing. His whole body is burning with a desire that makes his teeth ache. His cock is so hard it fucking hurts, pulsing where it lies against his thigh, hard and leaking and neglected.

He forces himself to swipe back to Bubble again.

“‘If Lee Know oppa doesn’t see this, it means we’re married’,” Minho reads with a shaky voice, and it shocks a laugh out of him.

The only people he’s married to, mind, soul, body, entirely, stupidly, are you and Jisung. He wishes he could scream it from the fucking rooftops.

“Ha,” he answers out loud, smirks at the camera, “well, it can’t be helped. Guess we’re not married.”

He feels crazy. Insane. He wonders how much longer he has to be live when another message comes in.

from: jisungie 🐹🍑 fuck, hyung, I can hear it in your voice please come home please <093knahi2.mp4>

Minho holds out long enough to answer one more question, something about a trendy new street food snack, before he scrolls back to their chat and clicks on the video like a man possessed.

It’s Jisung’s perspective this time. Jisung’s point of view of your naked, beautiful body, glowing shades of orange and purple, sheen of sweat making you shimmer like a thousand diamonds, twirling your hips up and down on Jisung’s cock.

Minho’s spit catches in his throat, and he nearly drops his phone, so harshly does it make him cough. His face is burning, probably bright red, but at least now he has an excuse.

“Ah, sorry, everyone,” he groans out, gives the camera a sheepish look.

Then he looks down again. He missed a few seconds of the video, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t scroll back.

There it is again. Your body, the body he knows so well, your tits, your belly, the dip of your waist, the plush of your skin, the little patch of hair right over your cunt, which is, oh fuck, perfectly, snugly, wetly wrapped around Jisung’s cock. Your juices are shimmering in the light where they’re wetting the coarse, short curls around the base of Jisung’s cock. Your head is thrown back, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Jisung’s hand is resting on your waist, then trailing up, guiding you up and down in a slow, deliberate grind, before it snakes up, and he grabs a fistful of your tits in his big hands, rubbing his thumb over the hard bud of your nipple.

Minho has to pause the video.

His underwear is wet. He hasn’t said anything in at least a minute. He … fuck, he’s actually out of breath.

Bubble he reminds himself. He swipes over clumsily, answers the first thing he sees.

“’Have you ever had Tanghulu?’ Aaaah, yes, of course. Everyone’s had it, right?” he actually sounds out of breath, fuck. He wonders if they’re still watching. If they’re seeing him, flustered, out of breath, or if they’re too busy fucking each other’s brains out. “I don’t typically like sweets. The texture is nice, though. The crunch is good. And the fruit is sweet.”

He knows what’s sweet, and it’s the sounds you make when you get fucked just right. It’s the skin behind Jisung’s ear that he could suck on for hours. It’s the pre-cum that drools out of Jisung’s cock, the taste of your chapstick in the morning when Minho licks it off your lips.

He’s had enough.

“Ah, would you look at the time, Stay. I’m gonna go and devour some tanghulu right now. Bye!”

He reaches over with shaky fingers, pushes the end button.

Everything happens in slow motion. He double-checks that the live ended, locks the phone, places it facedown on the table for good measure.

Then he swipes back to your chat. He finds the last video. He clicks play cranks up the volume, and shoves his hand into his sweats.

Moans, so much sweeter than candied fruit. Jisung’s, high and needy, yours, a little further away, breathless, desperate.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” Jisung moans into the microphone and Minho throws his head back with a moan of his own. His cock drools.

Minho starts working his hand over his cock faster, the slide slick and loud in the empty room. You whimper, lean forward, your hands coming to rest on Jisung’s chest, digging your nails into his skin if Jisung’s gasp is anything to go by.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Jisung groans, and Minho nearly cums. His eyes roll back and his cock throbs.

“J-Jisungie,” you whimper and Minho has to dig his nails into the skin of his thigh to keep his composure, “need m-more, pl-please.”

“Ah, fuck, baby, fuck,” Jisung keens, “yeah? You want it? Don’t want to wait for Min?”

Minho twists his wrist and pleasure zaps up his spine.

“C-can’t,” you whimper, and then there’s the sound of rustling. When Minho looks back at the video, it’s no longer pointing at you, but instead at the ceiling. But he can still hear you.

Punched out little ahs, falling from your lips in a never-ending stream, perfectly timed with the wet smack of skin against skin. Jisung fucking up into you, no doubt. Jisung swearing, a litany of curses and baby’s and so fucking good’s.

Minho whimpers into the empty room. The moans, the sound of skin against skin, the desperate pleas, your voice teary and broken, Jisung’s tone shifting higher and higher, cooing and praising you, it’s all too much.

Minho’s orgasm careens through him with the weight of freight truck. His hips buck up into nothing, trying to shove himself harder into the tight ring of his fist, his whole body locking up in pleasure. His vision whites out, and he vaguely registers himself moaning, hears you and Jisung fall apart, Jisung’s telltale hiccuping moan, your choked sob.

Then the video ends and Minho slowly comes down and there’s a gigantic wet mess in his boxers and utter silence in the room, except for the blood thumping in his ears.

ᡣ𐭩 TWO

“Hi Stay,” Jisung mumbles. Deep breath in, deep breath out. It’s just a stupid live. “How are you all today?”

He tugs at his shirt, then his over-shirt. Checks his expression in the little window that shows what he looks like. A strand of hair is sticking up a little, and he tugs it back into place.

People keep trickling in, the chat on Bubble picking up slowly but surely.

It’s not like he’s horribly nervous. Just a little. Being live, being expected to entertain, with no way to rest or edit, it always sets him on edge a little bit.

“I’m sorry it’s been so long. How have you been? Have you been well?”

His voice wobbles a bit, but then it settles. He takes a shaky breath in.

In miny/nsung🍡 from: y/nie 🌸💦 deep breaths, jagi you’re doing great

The smile that steals onto his face is real, his heart doing a little flip in his chest.

“I’ve been well, thank you,” he says, looks up at the camera, “you’ve been giving me lots of strength.”

He’s saying it to the audience, yes, but he hopes you know it’s also for you.

from: y/nie 🌸💦 ah I love you so much you’re so cute

Okay, he’s blushing now. Jisung leans back, watches his own glowing cheeks.

“I-I just got these earrings,” he hurries out, tugs at the little silver rings in his ears, “do you like them? I’ve been liking wearing earrings lately.”

The chat flies past. They do seem to like them. It makes him feel a little calmer.

from: hyung 😼🍆 the cutest

Jisung blushes harder, kicks his feet a little bit under the table. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the chat.

Ah, you’re so cute, Han-ah Why are you shy?

“Ah, I’m shy because you’re all very nice to me,” he says, blinks up at the camera, then back down, when his heart starts to race. But the spell of the first nerves is finally broken.

He chats here and there. Answers some questions, takes a few sips of his Iced Americano. Then a familiar comment pops up. It makes his smile dim.

“You can see my beard marks?” he asks, laughing awkwardly, “I shaved this morning and I even put on make-up, and you can still see them?”

Almost immediately, a message pops up on the top.

from: hyung 😼🍆 did they say something bad about your beard

Jisung can feel the protectiveness from here. It makes his cheeks warmer.

from: hyung 😼🍆 don’t listen to them, jagi your stubble is so fucking sexy you’re gorgeous

Jisung takes a deep breath, swipes back to Bubble. Similar messages greet him there, people defending him, calling it cute. Some people still question it, but he no longer cares.

from: hyung 😼🍆 our pretty boy our perfect boy y/nie thinks so, too

Jisung breathes out a flustered little chuckle, his cheeks burning hotter. Quickly, he opens the group chat.

From: jisung hyunggggggg stop ittttt I’m liveeeee

Jisung can hear Minho’s little chuckle in his head. You’re probably lying on his chest, reading their conversation. Absentmindedly, he brings the back of his hand to his cheek, trying to cool down.

He swipes back to Bubble and is about to answer a question someone sent about his most recent song when another message pops up

from: hyung 😼🍆 such a nice voice, too getting someone all riled up and needy in my lap

Jisung’s mouth runs dry. He mumbles something about having slept at 3am before he swipes back to the group chat.

from: jisung hyung…

from: hyung 😼🍆 what, baby? you don’t want to see?

Jisung fidgets nervously. Oh, this is so payback for last time when you and him did this to Minho. And he’s already half hard about it, heat pooling in his abdomen, cock filling out even faster because he knows how many people are watching.

from: jisung you know I do …

from: hyung 😼🍆 yeah? ask nicely, then

From: jisung 😑 hyungie pleasseeee~~~~ let me see her let me see you

The response is instant. Like the video was already filmed and Minho only had to click send. Damn him. He knew Jisung would fold.

from: hyung 😼🍆 <j29shl1998k.mp4>

It takes everything in Jisung to be patient, to swipe back to Bubble and find a message he can answer to buy himself some time. He mumbles something about tteokbokki being too spicy while he’s already swiping back again.

He clicks his volume down a million times, double, then triple checks it, and then finally holds his breath and presses play.

The video is only 10 seconds long. You’re lying on Minho’s chest, between his spread legs, but he can’t see you or Minho’s face. All he can see is your hips, your ass in your favourite sweats, subtly, slowly grinding, forwards. Jisung wishes he could turn up the volume because he knows you’re probably making the sweetest little sounds, and Minho is probably murmuring filthy nothings into the camera that would make a shudder run down Jisung’s spine.

Without the sound, it’s easy for Jisung to focus on all the details he can see, though. On the way your toes are curled in your socks. The way Minho’s legs spread wider, the muscles in his thigh jumping with a particularly good roll of your hips.

It ends all too soon.

He wants more. So much more. But he knows he can’t let that show or Minho will break this whole thing off. So he swipes back to Bubble, raises his head, his glowing cheeks stupidly obvious in the camera. He can play it off with Stay, can say it’s warm in the room. But you and Minho will know better.

He watches the comments run through, lets himself get distracted as he waits to see if Minho will do anything else.

“13 reached 3 million views on Youtube? Really? I didn’t know that,” he exclaims with a smile at the camera, and he’s actually impressed how normal his voice sounds. And three million! For a SKZ Record, one that is so dear to him, too.

A message pops up at the top of his screen.

from: hyung 😼🍆 did you watch it?

Jisung grins to himself. Maybe he wasn’t being as obvious as he thought.

He picks his next words carefully.

From: jisung I did

Then he swipes back to Bubble.

“Ah, yes, I still watch EXchange, though not as much as I did when I wrote that song. Life has been busy lately.”

Who has time to watch EXchange when there are almost always one or two people in your bed, indulging your need for naps and cuddles and blowjobs and unimaginably filthy marathon sex.

“Yes, we’re working on music. Of course. We always are!”

That, too. But the filthy marathon sex …

As if on cue, another message from Minho pops up.

from: hyung 😼🍆 jisungie, are you playing coy with me? do you think I don’t know you want more

Leisurely, Jisung swipes back to his messages.

from: jisung of course I want more, hyungie but I was trying to be patient be good for hyung

from: hyung 😼🍆 are you hard?

from: jisung a little … :3

from: hyung 😼🍆 I am someone got so needy she needed something in her mouth and you know how good her mouth is

Jisung’s body responds almost instantly. His cock twitches. Of course, he knows how your mouth is.

Jisung knows he could play coy again. He could wait it out, bait Minho into asking him again. But the knowledge of thousands of eyes on him and the thought of you, back at the dorm, in his bed …

From: jisung ok, hyung, I’ll bite pleaseee? can I see???

He swipes back to Bubble as fast as he can.

“‘Is it raining in Seoul?’ Ah, it’s not. It’s sunny,” he mumbles before he looks at the camera through his lashes. “The weather is really nice today.”

from: hyung 😼🍆 😺 <j39sh2kl478.mp4>

Jisung swipes back to his chat and nearly chokes from the thumbnail alone. Your head between Minho’s thick thighs, Minho’s hand in your hair.

But before he can click play, another message comes in.

from: hyung 😼🍆 fuck, baby the weather’s nice, huh fuck, I love you

It’s like Jisung can hear how turned on Minho is, and it sends him reeling. He punches the volume down button on his phone another few times and finally clicks on the video.

Minho is still in the same place he was on the bed, but his sweatpants are rucked down, pushed down enough to expose his cock. You’re lying in between his legs, back arched prettily, one of your hands wrapped around Minho’s thigh, your head bobbing up and down.

Not much is visible from how Minho is holding the camera, your face, and mouth obscured, but you’ve got him deep, your nose bumping into the trimmed hair above Minho’s cock, and it makes Jisung dizzy with want.

Minho’s hand is laced into your hair, leaving you to do as you please, until he suddenly pushes you down. You go willingly, let Minho wiggle your head back and forth before he pulls you back and up, pulling your mouth off his cock slowly, inch by inch, your unfocused eyes staring into the camera. It’s fucking obscene how much of his cock was inside your mouth, and Jisung thinks he might pass out. When the head of Minho’s cock pops free, and it slaps against his abdomen, Jisung nearly moans out loud.

Minho lets go of your hair and Jisung assumes he said something to you because the prettiest little smile tugs at your lips before you give Minho the filthiest bedroom eyes, right past the camera, and lean back to suck his cock back into your mouth.

When the video ends, Jisung wants to scream.

Still dizzy, he clears his throat and swipes back to Bubble. His mind is anywhere but here, but he dutifully scans the questions and babbles something about American cheesecake at some restaurant they went to.

Directly in his eye line, just below where he’s holding his phone, his cock is now rock solid, tenting the front of his sweats. There’s a little wet patch darkening the fabric, and Jisung has what he thinks is his best idea yet.

He looks up at the camera with an innocent smile, acting like he’s staring at Stay, but really he’s gauging just how far down the camera can see. He figures it’s high enough. He leans back, slouches a little, pretends to be engrossed in Stay’s comments, even lets out a little laugh like someone just said something funny.

Carefully, he swipes over to his camera app. Then, with his heart beating in his throat, he carefully grabs his waistband and tugs it up enough so his hard, leaking cock is visible. He snaps the picture, swipes back to Bubble.

“‘Is Alien still your favourite song?’ I think so! Though I have written a lot of songs that haven’t come out yet,” he comments casually, though he thinks he can hear his arousal in his own voice. It’s just a little more gravelly. A little lower.

from: hyung 😼🍆 you really watched it, huh I can hear it in your voice fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re turned on

Minho doesn’t usually say things like this, not on their main phones, not so candid, not with so many swear words – not unless he’s really turned on. And Jisung is about to put the final nail in the coffin.

From: jisung hyung :( look what you did <IMG_83792871.jpeg>

Jisung blinks up at the camera, his cheeks still flushed, his pupils blown to shit. 50 thousand people are watching. His cock twitches. He smiles.

from: hyung 😼🍆 jisung you didn’t oh my fucking god tell me you didn’t take that just now while you were live

Hook, line, and sinker.

Jisung takes his time. Talks about tanghulu, how he tried it with Felix, how he liked strawberry the most. How he heard that tomatoes aren’t really considered a sweet fruit.

from: hyung 😼🍆 jiji it’s y/nie had to confiscate min’s phone he was blowing my back out and just nearly came when you sent that picture

Jisung nearly laughs out loud.

you’re so fucking gorgeous our gorgeous gorgeous boy your live is still playing I can’t stop looking at you

Heat. All the way up to his ears. And pooling in his abdomen.

Gingerly, he reaches down, wraps a hand around his cock loosely, through the thick material of his sweats. He just squeezes once and pleasure cascades down his spine. He lets out a shaky sigh.

from: hyung 😼🍆 it’s hyung again come home right now <j39sln8jmn2.mp4>

Jisung doesn’t even look at the video yet. He takes a deep breath, every one of his nerve endings on fire, his body screaming out for some relief, for him to touch himself, for them to touch him.

“Stay, I will have to leave now,” he purrs at the camera, gives them his biggest doe eyes, a sweet, innocent smile. He lets his voice drop even lower. “Thank you for keeping me company today. Thank you for talking to me. Thank you for everything you do for me. I love you. Have a good day. Bye.”

And he smiles again, winks when he gets close to the camera, right before he turns the live off.

When it’s off and silent in the room, he blinks, double checks that it’s off. Closes the app and turns off the company phone for good measure. Then he rips his hoodie from the back of his chair and shoves it between his legs.

The first grind of his hips is heavenly. He slides down the chair, his head thudding against the back of his chair with a dull thud. He’s so sensitive it almost hurts.

Gingerly, carefully, he sets a slow rhythm. On a particularly good thrust, a tiny moan falls from his lips.

Dimly, he remembers the video, but he’s got other plans. He unlocks his phone with shaky fingers, opens the camera and sets it to selfie mode, hits record. Then he props it against the tripod that was holding the company phone for the live.

It’s better than the live because he knows who will watch this one. He smiles at the camera, turns sideways so he’s perfectly in frame, and grinds his hips up. He doesn’t hold back his moan, lets his eyes flutter shut, his head loll back against the seat again.

He builds up a rhythm again. It’s erratic, choppy, his hips jittering up inconsistently because he’s been so hard for so long that every brush against his cock nearly sends him over the edge. If it wasn’t for them, he would be embarrassed. But he knows they will love it. Eat it up, the fact that he’s humping his sweater, about to cum after three minutes just from Minho’s filthy words, some lewd videos, one of which he hasn’t even watched.

The thought of it makes him chase his high harder, grind his hips deeper into the soft material, his fingers fisting into the hoodie until the rings on his fingers bite into his skin.

“A-ah,” he breathes out, “c-can’t … w-won’t last.”

His voice is breathy, whiny, scarily loud in the empty room. But it only adds to the thrill. That someone could walk by and hear him. Minho would call him desperate. You would call him a filthy pervert, would probably wrap your hand around his throat and slap his cock.

His back arches, his whole body locks up, and he’s cumming. He fucks up into the soft warmth of his sweats, his hoodie, unloads ropes and ropes of his sticky cum, making a show of it for the camera, bucking his hips, milking himself dry.

He reaches for his phone before he’s even come down, a particularly delicious aftershock making him visibly shiver as he grabs for the camera.

Looking at himself, he preens. He looks deliciously fucked out.

“Thanks f-for keeping me company today,” he rasps into the camera.

He shuts off the recording, swipes over to the chat and sends it unseen.

It doesn’t even take ten seconds before Minho replies.

from: hyung 😼🍆 get the fuck home right now

ᡣ𐭩 THREE

“… we are Stray Kids,” Chan announces into the quiet of the hotel room. Jisung bows and says it with him on autopilot, at this point.

They’re all piled into Changbin and Hyunjin’s hotel room, scattered over one of the beds, Jisung and Minho leaning against the headboard, Chan sitting right in front of Minho with Felix nearly splayed over his lap, Hyunjin and Changbin leaning against the foot of the bed. Jeongin is in a seat off to Jisung’s right, and Seungmin lounges on the bed in front of him.

It’s not late by any means, but jet lag has Jisung in a vice grip. He was already half asleep, snuggled into your arms in your hotel room down the hall, when Chan called them all together to go live. Minho had to bribe him with snacks, you had to promise him unlimited kisses, before he finally hauled himself out of bed, shoved a beanie onto his head and let Minho drag him down the hall.

But now the soft, padded headboard against his back, the pillow on his lap, Minho’s soft breathing next to him … he can feel himself getting drowsy again. As carefully as he can, he stretches his leg out until his knee rests against Minho’s thigh.

Minho looks over at him immediately, cocks an eyebrow, but he doesn’t move away. It makes Jisung feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A yawn tugs at him, and he pulls the collar of his sweater up over his mouth, but when he does, he is hit with a whiff of your perfume. It makes him yawn even harder. What he would give to be able to sneak out, back down the hallway, and slip under the warm blankets with you, soft skin all sleep warm and ready for him to glue himself to.

“Yah,” Changbin yells, and Jisung startles. He makes a small, unhappy sound in the back of his throat and out of the corner of his eyes he sees Minho throw him a sweet little smile, eyes brimming with love. His pinky stretches until he can gently graze Jisung’s knee. The small touch sends shivers all over Jisung’s body, and Minho sees that, too. He rewards him with another raised eyebrow.

But Jisung is already far gone again. Felix is saying something about a fashion show he went to recently. His phone buzzes where it’s lying between his thighs and Jisung picks it up without a second thought.

When he unlocks it, he’s greeted with a picture of your bare legs on the white hotel sheets next to your laptop with the live open, Jisung’s boxers stretched over your thighs, little white ankle socks hugging your feet. Pretty.

In miny/nsung🍡 from: y/nie 🌸💦 <IMG_2763379.jpg> supporting you from 4 doors down also tell chan I want my cuddle partner back :(

Jisung bites back his smile, lets his eyes linger on the skin of your thighs for a second longer, before he swipes back to Bubble. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Minho open the message. He doesn’t really react, but he looks at the picture for a long time, before he clicks on the message bar. Jisung watches as he types.

from: hyung 😼🍆 your cuddle partner is about to fall asleep live on youtube

from: y/nie 🌸💦 free him 🗣️🗣️ let him come back to me I promise I’ll treat him so well

It’s just a throwaway comment, most likely innocent, but in his hazy state Jisung’s brain immediately goes down a very different path. Maybe if he asked really nicely, you would wrap your soft hands around his cock. Or even suck him off. He’s always out like a light after a good blowjob.

Minho looks over at him and huffs out a laugh.

from: hyung 😼🍆 your cuddle partner is getting horny

from: y/nie 🌸💦 😼😼😼 I think I know how to keep him awake

from: hyung 😼🍆 y/nie be good

from: y/nie 🌸💦 of course, daddy when am I not 😇

Minho fidgets next to Jisung and Jisung giggles quietly.

Drowsily, he tunes back into the conversation around them. Chan is talking about a moment at a recent fan meet, where the pyrotechnics didn’t go off as planned. Jisung speaks up a little, mimics Chan’s hand movement, laughs with Felix when he mimics Chan’s confused, disappointed face.

When his phone buzzes, he doesn’t even notice. But Minho next to him does. He freezes for a solid three seconds, before he scrambles to turn down the brightness.

As inconspicuously as possible, Jisung lets his eyes trail over and oh. You sent another picture.

You’re no longer in bed, no, you’re kneeling in front of the full-length mirror that’s attached to one of the walls next to the bed. Your little socks are still on, and so are Jisung’s boxers, but you have one thumb hooked into the front of them. That and you have Minho’s shirt rucked up all the way to your chin, your tits bare. Jisung salivates.

Minho is still typing out a response when another message comes in. A video this time.

Minho’s thumb finds the volume buttons immediately, clicks them down so aggressively his phone almost flies out of his hand. Jisung will definitely tease him for his eagerness later – when he’s not equally desperate to see.

It’s not a long video, and it takes Jisung a minute to figure out how it’s different from the picture you sent, but then he sees it. Your hand. Down the front of your … his … boxers. The subtle movement, your legs slipping further and further apart, your hips grinding in small motions.

Jisung scrambles for his own phone so fast he bumps into Seungmin, who turns around and eyes him suspiciously. But Jisung just mumbles out an apology before he unlocks his phone, already punching down the volume and sliding down the brightness to the minimum.

On his own phone, one he can hold so close to his face, the video is even better. The motion of your fingers, your chest heaving a little when you touch yourself just right. His fucking boxers. He’ll steal them and wear them tomorrow, and then Minho can suck your scent off his cock when he blows him and …

Jisung’s wide a-fucking-wake now.

from: y/nie 🌸💦 aw looks like that worked looks like jisungie liked it did you like it too, daddy?

It’s brazen, calling Minho daddy twice like that …

Jisung shudders at the thought of the potential punishment Minho might dole out later. But really, Minho mostly looks flustered. His face is unreadable, but his breath is coming quicker and his ears are a dangerous shade of red.

from: hyung 😼🍆 careful, kitten don’t want our jisungie to get hard here where everyone can see

from: y/nie 🌸💦 what about you, daddy? not scared you’ll get hard?

from: hyung 😼🍆 I have a little more self-control than that, sweetheart

from: y/nie 🌸💦 hmm sounds like I need to try harder thankfully, I have just the thing

Silence for a second, then a picture. Jisung nearly chokes on his spit.

Two silicone dildos. One bright pink, veiny, big. Another almost translucent purple, a little smaller, also veiny, with a bulbous head. They’re almost like …

from: y/nie 🌸💦 it was really hard to find ones to match your sizes :( it’s the best I could do I brought them all this way just for you do you like them?

Minho takes a shaky breath next to Jisung, and Jisung’s fingers move before Minho can even finish his thought.

from: jisung fuck 🤤 I do, baby

from: y/nie 🌸💦 I knew you would, Jiji I also got a double ended one it’s at home maybe we can try it soon

Next to Jisung, Minho swallows thickly, grabs his hoodie from next to him and drapes it over his lap.

from: y/nie 🌸💦 does daddy not like them? :(

from: hyung 😼🍆 kitten, I’m warning you

from: y/nie 🌸💦 but daddy it feels so good inside of me

Without warning, another picture pops up, and this time Minho actually does drop his phone. Thankfully, it lands screen down on his lap because Chan in front of him turns around instantly. He takes one look at Minho’s burning cheeks, looks from him to Jisung, who’s equally flushed, pressing the pillow on his lap harder against his crotch, and furrows his brows.

“Behave,” he mouths at them, and Jisung nods quickly.

from: y/nie 🌸💦 aw, did I fluster daddy?

He unlocks his phone, holds it as close to himself as possible to make sure Jeongin doesn’t accidentally see … you, still in front of the mirror with your shirt rucked up over your tits, but with your lower half bare now, sitting on the massive pink dildo, your wet folds wrapped around the thing snugly.

Jisung’s cock fills out so fast it makes his toes tingle.

Jeongin narrows his eyes at him and Jisung blushes deeper, making Jeongin give him a look that says You’re doing something weird. I’m onto you. Jisung doesn’t even pretend to be offended. He’s never had a poker face.

Mercifully for them (and tragically, for Jisung’s raging boner), you don’t send any more pictures or messages for a few minutes. Seungmin ropes Minho into a joke, Jisung has to say something about his instagram posts.

And just as his hard-on is starting to go down, finally, with all the talk about work, all the eye contact with his members, his phone buzzes. Minho’s holding his, Bubble open, reading through the live chat and Jisung watches as he freezes again, but this time, he pales. Then he swipes over to the chat.

His fist tightens in the material of his hoodie so hard his knuckle cracks, and Jisung has never unlocked his phone so fast in his life.

The sight that greets him makes him briefly squeeze his eyes shut. When he opens them, Jeongin is staring at him again, but Jisung ignores him. Instead, he makes double, triple, quadruple sure his phone is on silent, before he clicks on the video.

Mirror. Floor. You, perched in front of it. Naked now, except for those stupid little socks that make Jisung light-headed. Sitting on the pink dildo, still, but also … Jisung swallows hard … also the purple one.

Your pretty lips are parted, your face flushed with the effort. Your eyes are hazy as you blink at the camera with so much desperation, Jisung gets even dizzier. You’re supporting yourself on the side of the bed, your free hand digging into your thigh as you languidly bounce on the dildos, both of them, squeezed together, disappearing into you again and again. With a pretty toss of your head, you roll your hips a little more, and it makes your back arch beautifully, head falling back in what Jisung knows must be a beautiful moan – one he can’t hear.

He thinks the video is about to end but then you lift yourself up, up, until first the smaller, then the bigger one slips out of you, before you make a beautiful, dizzying, absolutely obscene show of sinking down on them again, your fingers sliding down to your clit. Then the video ends for good.

Jisung’s mouth is as dry as sandpaper when he tries to swallow.

He thinks he might go insane. You’re down the hall, only a few rooms away, fucking yourself on a piece of silicone when he’s– when they’re right here, stretching yourself out on two dildos that you bought with the intention of them feeling like them, and they’re talking to a camera about Felix’s fucking tanghulu.

Chan claps his hands so suddenly both Minho and Jisung nearly jump out of their skins.

“Well, let’s wrap it up,” he exclaims and makes to get off the bed. Oh no.

Jisung … panics. He throws a glance over at Minho, who is frozen, the tips of his ears still bright red, eyes glassy and panicked as he watches Chan walk over to the phone.

As subtly as he can, Jisung experimentally presses the pillow on his lap down, and he almost shudders. Yep. He’s rock fucking hard and there’s a rapidly cooling wet spot in his boxers that, if he’s unlucky, has soaked through his sweats.

“Goodbye, Stay, say goodbye everyone!” Chan singsongs, and Jisung mimics him, forces a smile and a big wave. Chan shuts off the live and everyone starts chattering.

Jisung meets Minho’s eyes, who just blinks at him, then nods to the door.

Jisung turns and comes face to face with Jeongin, who’s staring straight at him, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“What were you two doing?” he asks, and Jisung pales. Seungmin in front of him turns around and eyes Jisung.

“What happened?” he asks and Jisung blinks at him, too, his brain scrambling to come up with something, anything to say.

“Minho-hyung and Jisung-hyung were being weird,” Jeongin explains to Seungmin before he turns back to Jisung. “Were you sexting Y/N or something …?

”He clearly means it as a joke, but when Jisung doesn’t respond and only blinks at him dumbly, his eyes widen.

“Oh … my fucking god. You were, weren’t you. You were sexting during the live,” he screeches, his voice getting progressively louder until Jisung realises everyone is staring at him. And he just … breaks.

He squeals, throws the pillow off his lap and runs out of the room, scrambling down the dull, carpeted hallway, all the way to your hotel room. In front of the door, he pauses, tries to catch his breath, but his heart is pounding in his ears and his cock is still so fucking hard, and you’re right on the other side of the door and Minho … oh God, he really abandoned Minho.

Should he go back? How could he have just left him there?! Minho’s probably hard, too. He was so pale. And now … with Jeongin announcing it to everyone.

He’s just about to walk back when Minho appears in the hallway. He looks murderous as he stalks towards him, a pretty blush on his cheeks and an even prettier bulge in the front of his sweats. His gaze pins Jisung in place, his heart thumping louder the closer he gets. Jisung takes a few steps backwards, until his back hits the wall. Minho comes to a halt dangerously close to him, so close, Jisung’s panicked breaths puff against his full lips.

“‘M sorry, hyung,” Jisung squeaks out, “I … I panicked …”

Minho’s gaze falls down to his lips, and Jisung’s tongue instinctively darts out to wet them.

“Unlock the door,” Minho growls.

When Jisung doesn’t immediately move, he gets closer, all but pinning Jisung against the wall.

“Unlock. The fucking. Door, Jisung,” Minho warns, and this time Jisung moves. He shoves his hands into the pocket of his sweats and pulls out the keycard, scrambles over to shove it into the slot.

The lock clicks open and Jisung doesn’t even have time to react before Minho pushes the door open and shoves Jisung inside. Jisung stumbles into the room and the first thing he sees is you. You’re still perched in front of the mirror, a shit-eating grin on your fucked out face.

“Took you long enough,” you hum, and Minho pushes past Jisung, who watches breathlessly as Minho hauls you off the floor and up into his arms before he crashes his lips into yours.

It’s a greedy kiss, tongue, teeth, punishment and desire, and it makes more heat pool in Jisung’s abdomen. Absentmindedly, he palms the front of his sweats, one hand travelling under his hoodie, touching his skin.

Minho spins you around and pushes you onto the bed so hard you yelp and bounce on the mattress, before he turns around to Jisung.

“Clothes, off. On the bed,” he orders and Jisung complies so fast he gets all tangled up in his sweatshirt and his t-shirt, then nearly falls over when he tries to step out of his sweats.

Jisung feels Minho’s eyes glued to him as he approaches the bed, strokes his cock twice as he looks at you, spread out and smiling up at him as if you hadn’t been the world’s biggest temptress for the last hour.

Jisung crawls over you, and at the first touch of heated skin on heated skin, he mewls out. It’s what his body has been craving ever since Minho dragged him out of bed earlier.

You meet him happily, soft lips finding his in a kiss that’s sweet for only a second before it turns hungry, dragging him closer until his chest is flush with yours, his cock trapped between you, rubbing against your belly with every one lick into his mouth and Jisung swears he’s in heaven.

But then Minho’s hands find his hips and when he turns around, Minho is shirtless, squeezing at his cock through his sweats as he watches you and Jisung on the bed, and Jisung thinks that this, this is all he needs for the rest of his life.

“Fuck me,” you pant out below Jisung and Minho squeezes his cock harder. “‘M all ready. Stretched myself out for you. For you both. I want you.”

Jisung’s cock twitches helplessly between you, and he grinds his hips forward. His head falls into the crook of your neck, nipping at the soft, slightly salty skin there.

“Jisung, on your back and you, kitten, sit on his cock,” Minho orders and Jisung happily complies, flips the two of you over and shimmies you up until his back is against the sheets, his head in the pillows. You kiss him one more time, slow and deep, before you sit up and line yourself up with Jisung’s cock.

The slide is so easy it punches a guttural moan deep out of Jisung’s chest. You bottom out immediately, making the prettiest sounds, your pussy so hot and wet and tight around his stupidly sensitive cock that he has to bite his lips hard so he doesn’t come immediately.

Minho winds his fingers into your hair and yanks your head back, making you clench hard around Jisung’s cock, tearing another pitiful moan from him.

“Let’s see if you need those stupid little toys, hm,” he rasps, his voice betraying just how gone he really is, before he drags you into an open-mouthed kiss, prying your jaw open with his tongue, until he can lick inside. It’s so possessive it makes Jisung shiver underneath you, his hips stuttering up, desperately seeking friction.

When Minho pulls back, a string of spit connects your lips to his and Jisung is about to surge up to lick it off their lips when Minho places his hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you down until you’re flush against Jisung’s chest.

You blink up at him blearily, and you’re so fucking beautiful like this that Jisung can’t resist. He dips down to kiss you, tenderly, dipping his tongue into your mouth to taste Minho on your tongue, as his arms wind around your waist, pulling you ever closer.

When he pulls back, he meets Minho’s eyes. He’s fully naked now, hovering over the two of you, and he stares Jisung right in the eyes as he pushes the head of his cock against your hole, against the sensitive underside of Jisung’s cock.

You moan headily into Jisung’s neck.

“Gimme … give it to me. I’m ready,” you whine, and Minho responds by pressing his hips closer, until the head of his cock pops in.

You and Jisung moan out at the same time, the added pressure of Minho’s hot, pulsing cock, sliding against his, it’s almost too much. And yet Jisung craves more.

Minho rocks his hips forward carefully, fucks in deeper and deeper with every thrust, moulding his way into your body until you’re shivering, panting in Jisung’s arms. He winds them tighter, soothes fingertips up your naked spine, presses kisses and soft words into your forehead and your cheeks.

When Minho finally bottoms out, the head of his cock pushing against Jisung’s, he’s a flushed, sweaty mess. Jisung watches a droplet of sweat run down the side of his neck and down the valley between his pecs, and he wishes he could lean up to kiss it. But you’re still on top of him, your cunt pulsing around them, slicker and slicker with every passing second.

When Minho shallowly pulls out and fucks back in, he rubs against Jisung just right. His head falling back against the pillows as pleasure shivers up his spine. He doesn’t realise Minho has folded himself over them until he feels Minho cradle his face and pull him in for a kiss that is way too soft for the position they find themselves in.

As if to highlight just that, he pulls back and fucks into you hard, making you mewl against Jisung’s shoulder and Jisung himself moan into Minho’s mouth, Minho’s lips sliding down to his chin, leaving a hot trail of spit behind.

“Fuck,” Minho groans, and fucks in again. “Fucking perfect.”

You shudder with the praise.

As your body adjusts, the slide gets easier, wetter, until Minho’s cock is ramming into you at an unforgiving pace, jostling you up into Jisung’s arms, and Jisung further and further up the bed, until he has to press a palm against the headboard to keep himself in place.

When he cautiously starts rolling his own hips in time with Minho’s thrusts, pleasure hits him so hard he nearly blacks out. His mouth slides open, and he feels drool slip down his cheek, but there’s nothing he can do but take it, shallowly fucking upwards as Minho fucks you both into the mattress.

Jisung’s orgasm creeps up on him slowly, but it overwhelms him so suddenly that it sends him reeling, Minho’s cock, your fluttering pussy, milking him, prolonging the pleasure until his whole body feels numb.

“Do you … fuck, do you want to pull out, Jisungie?” Minho asks, slowing his thrusts down enough for Jisung to catch his breath, but your walls fluttering, Jisung’s cum slowly running down his cock, coating your walls and making the slide impossibly slicker, it makes it hard. Jisung shakes his head.

“N-no, keep going,” he mumbles, “I like the way it hurts.”

When Minho picks up the pace, fucks in impossibly deeper alongside Jisung’s spent cock, the oversensitivity makes Jisung’s entire body spasm. Against his chest, you’ve turned into a babbling, drooling mess.

“See, baby,” Minho growls, noses at your shoulder as his hips stutter, “you don’t need those stupid toys when we can fuck you so much better.”

You don’t even open your eyes, just nod, another weak moan, tumbling from your slick lips.

“So good, Min, s-so much better, oh, s-so fucking g-good oh, I’m cumming, I’m cu-cumming.”

And cum you do, nails digging into Jisung’s shoulder, your moans muffled in his sweaty shoulder, clenching so hard around Jisung that the overstimulation makes tears prick in Jisung’s eyes.

Minho fucks you through your high before he leans forward, buries his teeth in your shoulder, shoves himself as deep as he can go, and lets go. The feeling of his cock, pulsing, shooting ropes of cum into you, enveloping Jisung’s spent cock in more heat.

One of Minho’s arms gives out, and he almost collapses on top of you, only lets himself fall onto Jisung’s free side at the last second. He crashes against Jisung so hard it punches the air out of his lungs.

But he forgets any complaint he wanted to make when he feels Minho’s hot breath, his nose nuzzling into his neck.

After a few moments of silence, Jisung tries to move underneath you but finds himself entirely trapped under two hot, sweaty bodies.

“You’re very heavy,” he presses out, and you giggle, press a soft little kiss against his shoulder. Minho just hums against his neck.

“Just one more minute.”

Jisung sighs, wraps his left arm around you, and his right arm around Minho, and closes his eyes.

“One more minute.”

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FELIX // skz code ep.62 neighborhood watch #2

LEE KNOW SKZ CODE, EP.61

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LEE KNOW / DOMINO (241117)

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three hearts (?) with minsung

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DICON LEE KNOW

This has been in my mind all day but the thought of skz ninth member saying she could identify others with her eyes closed leaving the boys curious if she could guess who's fucking her with a blindfold, if she gets it correct she can cum

this was such an incredible ask!!!!!!!! literally one of my favourites ever. and i just cant explain how fun this was to write so thank youuu!!!!!😍

Warnings: 18+mdni!! ot8 unprotected sex, saliva, sensory play(blindfold), hair pulling, spanking, nicknames, cumshots, banter, mention of voyeurism, multiple positions, size kink(not body size;only cock size), mention of breeding, sensory play (blindfold)

wc: 3.7k

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"Go on then," Seungmin says, gesturing to the empty couch situated perfectly in the middle of the room.

"This is going to be too easy. Being around you guys all the time, I know all your tells," you say, plopping down on the dorm's shared couch.

Here are the rules:

No members talking

No members moaning

No kissing

Once you guess it right, they pull out

Rewards if you win:

All members get to finish on you

You get to cum with their help

You're in the 3racha dorm surrounded by your 8 other members whose eyes are glistening from curiosity at what's about to unfold. You'd made a bet, of course you'd made a bet, that you would be able to identify which member was fucking you, no exceptions. They, of course, denied that was possible. So, here you are lying half naked, waiting to prove them all wrong.

Chan steps to you, kneeling down beside the couch, fingertips hanging off the side. His eyes are searching yours for any glimmer of hesitancy - any second thoughts. There of course was none. The slow burn of his stare makes a shiver run over you and you can see the wheels turning in his mind, you just wish you could pin down those exact thoughts.

"Felix? Blindfold." Chan raises his hand behind him, anticipating the cloth but not taking his heated eyes off of you.

You smile inwardly, knowing you're sure that you've gotten yourself into the best situation you could have. They're all hot, gorgeous even, men in their 20's ready to fuck you dumb over a bet. Their sex drives high, they're ready to dump load after load and that thought does not leave your cunt dry to say the least.

You've heard and seen all these men make themselves cum over and over again. The walls aren't that thick. But whether they know that is another story.

Now you're going to be getting a taste of what it's like to be on the other side of those walls. You can't help the elation that slides up your throat. These are your other 8 members. You've seen each other at your lowest and your highest, and now you wonder how this bet may play out in the group dynamics.

Who knows, it might just be the best thing you all could have done together...

Felix gives the black fabric to a patiently waiting Chan.

Changbin's giggle echoes through the room as you wink at him. He's just too cute.

"Bin, I'm cumming for you first." You smirk as you succumb to the darkness that is the blindfold taking away your vision. Blocking your most vital sense.

Changbin huffs out a clearly sexually frustrated sigh as he runs his hand through his hair. You hadn't even begun to think how even just the idea of this happening might have the members' imaginations running.

"Not gonna know which one of us is first though, angel," Hyunjin responds with a soft tease in his tone, close enough for you to hear the little whisper in his breath.

"Angel? Oh, careful Hyune...After that nickname paired with your cock, I might just fall in love."

"Everyone shut up this is taking forever," Seungmin says deadpan, flipping off the light. He was always impatient.

"You idiot she's blindfolded, we don't need them all off" Lee Know says, "she can't see anything anyway."

"You do it then," Seungmin bites back at Lee Know playfully.

"Boys, boys, let's all just simmer down hm? Keep this a zen fucking zone."

Han gets up, increasing the light in the room with the dimmer switch. Hannie - ever so attentive.

The room is silent, members grinding their teeth, stretching their fingers, waiting for your cue, presumably.

"We just gonna sit here chatting boys? Or is someone gonna stick their cock into me? I'm ready to win a bet."

The room bustles, voices whispering and winding to a halt as the first contestant climbs over you.

The couch shifts under you like a ship listing in the deep ocean.

Your back is supported on the couch, blindfold secured around your head, panties still on but already showing a thick wet spot.

A chill of self-consciousness floods you just for a second before it's replaced by the confidence of having your 8 members focused fully on you as they wait to fuck you in turns.

The first mystery man's hands slide the fabric down your legs, exposing your cunt to all 8 of your members. You feel so bare, so vulnerable, but so goddamn powerful. You can almost hear their hard swallows as all their eyes are glued on you, their cocks tripling in size in anticipation.

"Someone put it in," you say, tapping your fingers on your chin like you're bored.

Suddenly you're breached, their length sliding in effortlessly into your wet cunt. Your walls immediately shiver around the foreign feeling, clamping down. They're so deep it feels like a bubble might just pop deep inside your belly. The member's hips stop halfway as a gasp rips from your chest, an electricity running to your fingertips.

You stammer, "b-big," as their hands caress you, rubbing gentle circles over your skin, complimenting the deep, slow strokes. Their hands are large, fingers thin but sculpted so beautifully. He slides the rest of the way in, saliva dripping out of his mouth onto your tits. The warm liquid splashes onto your peaked nipples as their head dips down just to swirl it in circles with their tongue.

"H-Hyune!" you yelp mid-moan, knowing there's no way in hell that's not him.

"Fuck how?" Hyun says, stopping his movements and reluctantly pulling out.

You grasp your tummy as the removal feels so sudden, leaving you empty once more.

"You and your oral fixation baby, you're a deliciously messy, messy fuck," you say pinching your nipples, the wetness still stimulating you.

It's silent again as he climbs off the couch and another member replaces him.

You feel your cunt clench and flutter as you wait to be filled again.

The next mystery member teases his thick satiny tip in and out of you, inching himself in and then pulling out. The stretch is even bigger than Hyune, narrowing down your options to just a few.

"S-so p-patient," you exhale, pondering a few members that could bare minimum fit the category of patient.

He sinks in, pressing his chest firmly onto yours, his shirt blocking skin to skin contact. Your back arches as you adjust to the size of him as he bottoms out.

"F-fuck" falls out of your mouth as his hips pull back just to jolt forward again.

"Mmm, n-needs to feel close to who he's fucking," you pant, trying your best to focus on the task at hand.

He hits your spot immediately, his thrusts gentle but deep.

"Channie baby," you say in confidence. "F-feel you pushing into my c-cervix, can't not think of b-breeding can you?"

With a huffed laugh, he pulls out, leaving you empty and aching once more.

"Yep," he says, nodding his head and swiping his forehead in defeat. He starts to speak, likely wondering how you know he thinks of breeding all the time, but he stops his train of thought.

Just then you visibly shiver on the couch, thinking of all the times Chan has thought of breeding you. Sneaking into your room at night, just to fill you with his cum.

"Fuck," you hear a distant voice mumble in response to your body writhing.

The next member handles your frame differently, a little faster, planting you flat on your stomach.

He climbs over you, not wasting any time before bullying his cock into you. He's placed your legs close together, so when he slides in it feels like your cunt expands ten-fold, pressure building like it's your first time.

You notice he's a little thinner than the other two, the new angle puzzling you as to who it could be. You feel him pull out and plunge back in, as you wait for his tell.

You were puzzled for another minute, little moans running out of your mouth. Confusion subsides once his fingers grab your waist, peppering kisses over your hot skin wrapping around your waist. He's not so much thrusting anymore as rutting into you, his breath hot on your neck. He's needy, borderline insatiable. He's fast with his rutting, like he's speeding to get to the finish line.

Then it hits you.

"Jeongin," floats out of your mouth gently as the rhythm of his hips seems to have hypnotized you.

His pelvis continues pressing into you desperately as your ass cushions his every rut, a loud moan now breaking out from his throat in agreement.

"N-needy, just as I thought, still fucking me even after it's over, you say, chuckling.

You hear him puff out air, hands squeezing your skin trying to convince himself to pull out. Finally, he musters up the strength to slide out of you and off the couch.

"Fuck she's tight, how'd you guys stop?" he asks, panting.

"Number 4 here we go, my cunt needs more." You're feeling needy yourself, but you'd never admit it.

This member wants you leaning over the couch, ass in the air, your elbows just resting on the back of the couch, barely stable.

A loud smack lands on your ass, jolting you forward. You hiss from the sting, the deliciously painful bliss of it just as he nestles his silky tip into your gooey cunt.

"Lee Know," you get out before you even feel him fully penetrate you. It was too easy.

He pauses his movements as Chan's voice sounds.

"Are you sure?" Chan asks, trying to get into your head.

"Y-yes," you say right as the 4th member slides into you fully, not letting you adjust to his size.

His hands are bound in your hair as his hips speed up, his cock knocking into your spot with lightning speed, the intensity feeling like he's about to tip over a glass full of water.

"F-fuck Minho, m-more," you say before you can filter it out of your mouth.

"More?" Lee Know says, a smug tone painting the letters as he gives your ass another slap.

"Oh really angel? He gets to keep fucking you?" Hyunjin says, attitude thick in his silky voice.

That seems to snap you back to the reality of the situation as you swallow hard.

"Minho," you say, signaling him to, unfortunately, pull out.

He retreats with a growl, clearly frustrated from lack of finishing.

"You're intriguing Y/n."

"M-more than just your ninth member, I'm like a seer of all things," you say, snaking your head around towards where the now mumbling voices are coming from.

Your body is starting to tremble, the lack of your vision unlocking and magnifying all other senses within your body. Each touch from them is more rounded, each sound is sharper, you feel like a goddamn vampire with supernatural senses.

Hands grab you once more, pulling you down onto the cushion but keeping you slouched facing the front of the couch. You yelp from the surprise of changing positions so quickly, your hair getting messier by the second.

"Ooh surprises, I love surprises," you say just as the new member's warm hands hold your legs open in a wide v-shape in the air.

His rounded tip dips in once, twice, before sending all his weight into your cunt at once. The stretch was obvious.

A blood curdling moan rips out of you at the weight of the thrusts he's giving you. His hips are at a different angle than the others before him, his hips waving in an effortless thrust; one that scoops out your insides in the most intoxicating way. The smooth thrusts angle upwards, massaging your sweet spot that makes your eyes roll back.

You get lost in the rhythm he's giving you, not wanting your blissed out state to stop.

Suddenly you hear Minho clear his throat, snapping you back to reality.

"H-heavy c-cock, f-fucking incredible stroke game, wants me pliable...B-Binnie I know that's you...sp-splitting me in two."

Your cunt is pulsing around him, the stretch stinging so good your toes curl so hard, threatening to lose feeling.

He pulls out and you reflexively whine, "t-too fast." You trip over the words as your cunt feels utterly abandoned.

"Y/n, you're something, you know that?" Binnie says still stroking his hardened cock as he assumes his place next to the other members.

"'M aching." Your voice is thinner this time, like you're slowly slipping into a dream. You've nearly forgotten all about the bet, now you just have tunnel vision for your own release.

You were right, it was the best decision you could have made - doing this bet. But it was also torture having each member pull out when all you really wanted was to say fuck the bet and let them all have their way with you.

But your pride was not letting up.

The 6th member interrupts your thought as you're positioned onto your back, flat. The new set of hands press your wrists above your head, their fingers gentle given the sudden movement.

The new position makes your teeth capture your lips, tugging hard.

He takes a second to get comfortable, cock vibrating as he trembles from the pleasure of nudging his cock inside of you. He bottoms out in one thrust, pausing to collect himself once in.

All movements on his end have ceased, like he's trying so hard to control himself.

You don't even need one more thrust to know who that is.

"H-Hannie baby, you're trying so hard n-not to ruin me or yourself by cumming right...now."

You hear a hiccupped moan flutter from his pretty lips as he pulls out like he's caught fire.

"F-fuck," he says, turning away and closing his eyes to stave off the impending orgasm.

"Cute," Felix says breaking the silence that has droned on since you started this whole thing. "You look like you're actually gonna splatter cum all over yourself right now."

"H-hey you don't understand how w-warm sh-," Han retorts, but trails off as you hear him bite down on his hand.

You chuckle, amused by his lack of control. How his tip is just dripping with precum ready to explode.

"Yeah Hannie, I know you can't help it baby, m'just wanna take care of you." You say it with a little twist in your voice like you're egging him on.

Your body convulses suddenly, not long away from an orgasm ripping through you from the constant friction you've endured. You shut your lips tight, trying to calm the storm inside of you.

"N-no one slide in yet, or I'll cum."

"See I'm not the only one!" Han tries to defend himself.

"Y-yeah but you haven't just had 6 cocks in you," you laugh and can just sense the redness creeping into his cheeks.

Your members give you a minute to suppress the feeling in your stomach threatening to tear you apart.

"Okay, go," you say, ready for more.

Two more, you can do this, you coach yourself internally.

The next mystery member wants you on your hands and knees but still on the couch. A caress of their soft hands on your ass has you grinding back to get more.

"Mmm already making me beg...okay, I see you number 7."

They spread your ass cheeks before circling their tip on your stretched out cunt. He slides his cock up to your other, much tighter hole. He alternates nudging your sensitive holes, his hand massaging your ass in harsh circles.

With a grip on your hips, his whole length enters you. He's big, just like the rest, but there's a lean to his cock that you feel, prodding you in a new, gorgeous corner of your walls.

His fingers are digging into your skin hard, but his thrusts are just steadily increasing.

"Patient too, but wants their way with me," you whisper, circling your ass backwards to catch him deeper.

"Seungminnie you just wanna fuck me like your little pup don't you?"

He stills.

"C'mon Y/n. H-how?" he says, utterly shocked but still pumping you as you've grabbed his wrist now to try and keep him inside.

"I've heard you fuck your fist moaning. 'Such a desperate pup," You mimic him with a low growl just like you've heard many, many times.

"You like watching me like a perv?" Seungmin teases.

"You can watch me anytime Seungminnie, might even let you help."

You can hear his head shaking through the lazy corners of his laugh at your bold statement.

He gives your ass a little slap before climbing back off the couch, joining the others.

"Last one. Then you can cum." Chan says, his voice shaky from his own stimulation it seemed.

Member 8 wants you back on your stomach but rather than take you flat, he tucks a pillow under your hips to raise them a few inches.

"F-Felix baby, why even bother? I know it's you," you say through a very tired voice.

You hadn't realized how much they'd drain you one after another.

"You wanna cum don't you? Gotta guess all of us sweetheart," he says in a thick, deep Aussie accent that resonates in your ears and travels right back down to your core.

"Fuck Felix," you pant, feeling that rubber band tighten in your stomach again. "Don't play with me, its been a long night."

He adjusts the pillow once more, bending down to whisper by your ear, "might want to hold on sweetheart."

Reflexively, you press your ass towards him more, wrapping your fingers around the pillow beneath you.

"Just...like," he says, sliding the first inch in, before bottoming out with a flick of his hips, "that."

"Mmm" you hum. "Lixie, the t-type to look innocent but fuck you d-dumb," you say, your body jolting with each harsh thrust of his hips.

He speeds up not wasting any time in getting you both to your highs. Being the last member to go, he doesn't seem to be worried about pushing either of you too far.

"Wanna c-cum on your cock L-Lixie."

You know it might not be fair, to only let Lixie be the one to bring you over the edge, and on his cock nonetheless, but you thought you might die if another one pulled out of you not letting you release on them.

"I need to cum on c-cock."

Felix grabs the blindfold, pushing it off of your head and your eyes blur, colors looking more contrasting than you remember.

Blinking to adjust to the light, you see all 8 of your members stroking their cocks above you.

"What do you think hm?" Felix addresses the members. "Should we let her cum on my cock?"

"I-I won, I choose," you say through your teeth, feeling like you might explode if you don't get to cum soon.

"She's right, let our little bunny choose," Changbin says, kneeling now, stroking his cock at a new angle.

"W-want to be on top," you say.

You're straddling Felix now, reverse cowgirl as you watch the members mouths open, tongues swiping their lips, pained pleasured expressions painting their features.

You reach out, feeling around each one, going from member to member, running your shaky hand over their leaking cocks.

Never would you have guessed you'd ever be in this situation, having all 8 of your members wide eyed and at the mercy of your cunt.

And it felt fucking phenomenal.

Their eyes are all mesmerized by you, Felix's eyes glued to your ass bouncing up and down on his cock. His head is thrown back, his pouty mouth open in awe.

You ride him a little harder, his cock hitting your spot as your clit goes haywire from stimulation.

"Fuck m'gonna cum," you say, fingers dragging on Felix's thighs as you feel the rubber band finally snap deep in your belly.

As the wave washes over you, Hyunjin kneels in front of you beside Changbin, suctioning his puffy, warm lips over your nipple. The slight sting from how hard he's sucking makes you scream out as Felix drills you from beneath, helping you ride out your high.

Lee Know fists your hair, yanking your head back

"That's it kitten, 8 cocks enough for you?" he menaces.

Your body finally gives out as Felix and Chan hold your body up, preventing you from toppling over. Your muscles are seized with pleasure, your eyes closed in bliss.

"Fuck Y/n, babygirl, we've got you," Chan says, hands on your waist as your body continues undulating.

You make it a mission to make eye contact with each member as they furiously pump their cocks.

Hyunjin is the first to let go, the fixation on your breast tipping him over the edge. His mouth is sucking your nipple still as he shoots out ropes of warm cum on your chest and stomach.

The sight of him falling apart seems to trigger the rest of the members as they crowd around you releasing onto your sweaty, glistening skin nearly one right after the other.

Moans fill the room as they cum to the scene of the aftermath of your orgasm, as your body still jerks, electricity still running through you.

Felix taps your ass, "u-up m'gonna cum." He lifts you, counting on Chan and Lee Know to leverage your weight as you shoot up off of Felix's cock like a rocket. You bend forward, both members helping you to plant your hands on the floor so that you don't fall on your face.

A deep groan followed by heavy pants come from Felix as he empties himself on your back and ass, his warm cum making designs on your beautiful skin.

The front of your body is all sticky, cum falling off your skin onto the floor from the mess the guys made on you.

"Holy shit," Seungmin says, lying flat on the floor, spent.

Felix helps you upright and helps you off of his lap. "Y/n, fuck" Felix says, eyes looking like that definitely will not be the last time that happens.

You try to stand but your legs feel injected with jelly.

Chan catches your misstep. "Woah Y/n, you good?"

"See I told you, I know all your tells boys," you say, so pleased with yourself and utterly satisfied.

LEE KNOW + GIANT JACKET MAKING MOVIE

LEE KNOW + GIANT JACKET MAKING FILM

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[breeding kink with felix. afab!reader. protected sex (yay!!). mentions of ovulation. dry humping? dirty talk. reader’s horny. felix is also horny + shy and embarrassed. marks and hickeys. they’re in love your honor.]

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Felix’s back hits the mattress, body limp and spent.

“Mhhh, wanna fuck,” you wrap your arm around his waist, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as you pepper the soft and sensitive skin of his neck with kisses.

His eyebrows raise comically, he looks like a cartoon character.

“Babe, we literally just finished fucking,” he chuckles. “I’ve still got the condom on.”

You prop yourself up on your elbows. You take a quick look between his legs to find out he is technically right. Looking at him, you snort.

“Ew, gross, take it off.”

“I was about to before you attacked me with your love,” he pecks your lips. He takes the condom off and ties a knot on it, then throws it in the bin next to his side of the bed. “We should go wash up.”

“What?” You whine, pressing a kiss on his shoulder, then another one right above his nipple. “I was serious, babe. I’m so… horny right now, I really want to fuck.”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Felix arches one of his eyebrows. “Like, are you for real?”

You pout. “Yes.”

“We did it this morning, too,” he looks at you suspiciously, “and you sucked me off in the shower after. What’s up with you? I’m down, don’t get me wrong, it’s just— you’re never this needy.”

You shrug, drawing imaginary shapes all over his chest with the tip of your finger. He brushes a few strands of hair from your face.

“It’s nothing. I’m just ovulating, that’s it,” you say casually, as if it weren’t a big deal.

“You know, I never really understood what it means. Like, physically speaking.”

“Did you skip sex ed in high school?” You giggle. “Men,” you roll your eyes at him. “It basically means my body is, like, getting ready to get pregnant. Like, there’s this strong urge to mate and basically I’m horny all the time.”

Felix’s limp cock twitches.

“Oh?”

“Hm,” you hum, “even the littlest things turn me on. Like this morning in the shower,” you explain.

“I was literally rinsing my hair and you kneeled down before me!” He chuckles, remembering what had happened in the shower.

“Yeah, but your muscles were all flexed and— and you had your head kicked back and you looked super hot,” you let your hand run all over his torso, meeting his toned abs.

A rosy blush tints his cheeks — Felix always gets so flustered when receiving compliments.

“Baaabe,” he whines, embarrassed, “stop it.”

“Why?” You pout, looking at him with curious eyes. “Don’t you want to know how much you turn me on, baby?”

“I do, I do,” Felix nuzzles your cheek. “It’s just— I always get so shy when you compliment me.”

You know that, of course. You know Felix like the back of your hand.

“But you always love to tell me when you think I’m sexy,” you kiss his chest. “You love to tell me how I’m making you feel when you’re inside me…” you wrap your lips around his nipple and Felix’s body twitches.

“Well, yeah, but I mean…”

“No buts,” you look at him, “just let me show my pretty boyfriend how much he turns me on.”

“Hmm, there’s nothing I’d love more, babe,” he cups your face, “but there’s this thing called refractory period, which let me tell you, sucks.”

His penis is still limp of course, his body needs to regain the strength and energy in order for him to get hard again in such a short period of time. But never say never, maybe you could help him with that since you happen to know exactly what turns him on.

“Let me see what I can do about that,” you smirk at him.

Felix looks at you confused, eyebrows furrowed as he watches you position yourself over him, one leg on each side of his body until his most intimate parts are pressed on yours. He must admit it feels incredibly good.

“Babe- babe, what—?”

A sigh cuts him off his own thoughts as soon as he feels you sliding up and down his hardening cock, almost as if you were giving him a pussy job right now.

“You’re getting so hard for me, baby,” you whine against his skin, continuing to slide up and down his cock.

“Wait— wait, babe, my stuff…” Felix’s cheeks are super red right now. “There might be still cum on… it.”

It being his cock, of course. Since Felix isn’t lying and you have, indeed, just finished fucking, it is completely normal that he’s all wet and sticky with his own substance.

“Are you scared that you’re gonna knock me up with just a little bit of dry humping?” You giggle, kissing his collarbone.

Felix gasps at the thought, his dick instantly becoming rock hard. He feels kind of guilty for that, for these filthy thoughts. He shouldn’t enjoy the thought of risk, right? It shouldn’t turn him on so much. The thought of knocking you up, the thought of you being his forever. Right now is the perfect time, too, since you’re ovulating — you told him yourself. If he just angled his hips slightly differently he’d slip right inside of your wet and tight heat without the barrier of the condom preventing him from feeling you completely. He would fill you up and watch the way it leaks out of you. Maybe it wouldn’t take on the first try and you’d have to just keep having unprotected sex until—

“Oh, you’re not scared,” you pull back to look at him with eyebrows raise. “Lee Felix, I didn’t know you had a breeding kink,” you poke his cheek.

He looks down at you like a deer caught in the headlights and gasps.

“I do not!” He tries to deny the obvious truth, his own cock betraying him.

“Then why are you so hard?” You run your fingers through his hair. “Why is your pretty cock all hard and leaky, baby?”

“Of course it is, you’re on top of me. Naked, and you’re telling me all of this filthy stuff— of course it gets hard!”

“Hmm,” you kiss his neck, “so it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m ovulating right now.”

Felix gasps once more.

“N-Not necessarily…”

“Hm, alright then,” you stop moving on top of him since he’s rock hard, “just grab a condom and fuck me, babe.”

Now, a new thought intrudes Felix’s mind. The thought of you being all horny and desperate to fuck him, being ready to receive his cum. Your body craves him. He knows that biologically speaking it’s not technically related to him, but still, knowing that he has such an effect on you and that you get super horny just because he does mundane things such as showering or literally anything else makes his cock and heart swell up.

“How long does it last?” Felix asks, reaching for the top drawer, where he stashes condoms and lube and the sex toys you both use in the bedroom.

“What, my ovulation?”

“Hm.”

“I mean, like a week? But this is the third day already, so…”

Felix closes the drawer, condom between his fingers, as he rolls onto the bed ready to rip the small package and put it on.

“But, like, today’s the peak,” you mumble absentmindedly, “apparently I’m super fertile or something…”

Felix freezes. The thought he’d been trying to brush off so desperately now hits him like a ton of bricks. Super fertile. You’re lying between his bedsheets like a true goddess, begging him to fuck your for the third time within the span of six hours, all pretty and horny and desperate for him.

“Ah,” Felix’s jaw drops as he rolls on the condom, “I see.”

“What’s that? Thought you didn’t have a breeding kink,” you smirk at him, poking Felix’s cheek. “Just admit it at this point, babe.”

He finds his place between your legs, pressing his body on yours as he aligns himself with your entrance. You’re still wet from your previous orgasm, which was pretty intense, so the tip slips in effortlessly and you let out the prettiest whine. He grips the bedsheets underneath you as he imagines the thin barrier of the condom isn’t there. That you’re being irresponsible and having unprotected sex, risking all the possible consequences.

“Just admit that you wanna fuck me raw,” you whisper in his ear, fingernails scratching his shoulders and back, probably leaving bright red marks on Felix’s skin.

He twitches inside of you.

“Admit that you wanna cum inside me,” you stick your fingernails in the soft flesh of his ass. “That you wanna fill me up and make me a mommy.”

“Babe, don’t— don’t say such things,” he pants on top of you.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I won’t last if you do.”

You smirk. Bingo.

“I’ll let you, Felix,” you whine. “I’ll let you fuck me raw and I’ll let you cum inside. You can knock me up and make me a mommy, babe. Everyone will know I’m yours and—”

“Fuck—” he gasps, hips snapping faster. “Y-You want that? You really want all that with me?” He grunts in your ear with his deep voice before biting down on your neck.

You know he’s getting close despite it being only minutes since you started fucking. Honestly, though, you’re impressed he still has enough energy left in his body system.

“Take it off,” you blurt out without thinking, biting on his shoulder, “take the condom off, Felix,” you pull him by the messy ponytail and he grunts.

“What?” He slows down his thrusts. “Are you serious?”

“Hmm, I wanna feel it. Wanna fill your cum leak out of me, babe…” you suck a pink mark on his neck.

“Fuck— shit!”

Felix cums. Inside the condom, thankfully, since he hadn’t had the time to take it off. In a couple of minutes, after he’ll make you cum with his mouth and fingers and he’ll have you squirting all over his face and bedsheets, you’ll be thankful he didn’t take you seriously. You blurt out the weirdest shit when horny and desperate to cum, and maybe this is a kink you both have.

“I’m sorry I came super fast. It’s just— you took the dirty talk to a whole new level, babe,” he nuzzles your cheek, embarrassed about his performance.

You giggle, holding him closer. “I know, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was saying… but I was right,” you smirk, “you do have a breeding kink.”

Felix hides his face in your neck, red in the face.

You leave soft kisses on the top of his head, toying with the ends of his hair.

“Yah! You do too…” he mumbles, feeling shy all of a sudden.

You stay like this for a few minutes, before you tap on his shoulder gently.

“Felix?”

“Hm?” He nuzzles your neck.

“I’m still horny…”

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reblog if you like my fics! it’s what motivates me to write more!

Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

✧ Masterlist ✧

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

audience — 2min

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader feat. lee minho

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, threesome, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, wet dreams, tiny mention of attack on titan, brief mention of covid, government mandated isolation, degradation kink (like, huge one!), sub!reader, dom!minho, softdom!seungmin, use of words like “baby, dumb, little girl, good girl, stupid, dumbass”, spanking, light choking, fingering, multiple orgasms, minho is an ass man we know, i really really lost my mind here guys. i will never get it back.

inspo: requested by anon! who is also now my fav person. *whispers back* how do you feel about min & y/n (ft. another member of your choice) engaging in exhibitionism 🧐 y/n has a wet dream about said member and it’s kept her restless and horny — obviously seungmin takes note and asks whats going on and y/ns all like nooo youre gonna think im weird and i feel bad i don’t want you to hate me but he’s quick to shut that down and reassures her that he’s into it too because no matter what y/n will always belong to him

notes: when i read this request i had two ideas. this, surprisingly, is the tamer one. if y’all want might write a part two with that second much more unhinged idea. rbs and feedback are appreciated 🫶🏻

{ wc: 5195 }

You woke up in a sweat, remembering bits and pieces of your dream. It was sexual, extremely sexual—beyond anything you’ve ever done in your real life. You were in the middle of a house party, fucking someone on the couch while everyone was watching and cheering you on. They were making suggestions at the pair of you, and your partner was taking every idea to heart. What names to call you, what position to put you in, if he should let you cum or not.

It was so dirty and so good.

When you woke up and quickly went to pee you realised your panties were completely soaked through, and so were your pyjamas.

You quickly hopped in the shower, cleaning the mess off your thighs and getting ready for the day.

As you were brushing your teeth you couldn’t help but replay the parts you remembered from your dream, your thighs clenching as you thought about how deep he thrust inside you. And then suddenly an image came into your brain. You knew it wasn’t your boyfriend, Seungmin, who was fucking you in the dream. But you didn’t think you’d remember the face of who it was. And then you did.

It was Minho.

Minho, your boyfriend’s roommate and best friend. Who you never even considered you could have a wet dream about.

You felt shame take over your skin as you walked into the living room, needing something to drink to cool you down.

It wasn’t like you never had wet dreams. You had them quite often, and they weren’t often about your boyfriend either. He found it hilarious when you would wake up and tell him all about the sex you were having with your favourite anime character, or the blow job you just gave to the actor from whatever show you were watching.

You never thought you’d dream about anyone you knew in real life, let alone someone who was so close to you. So close to your boyfriend.

After you finished your breakfast you stood by the sink to wash up after yourself, a pair of hands snaking around your stomach from behind.

“Where did you go?” Seungmin’s soft voice whispered down your ear, still coated with sleep.

“Oh, I just wanted some food,” you excused.

“You were making those noises in your sleep again,” you heard more than saw his smirk, “did Levi fuck you good this time?”

“What? No! What are you talking about?” You escaped from his grip, getting your bottle and filling it with water. It was full already, so you dipped the whole container down the drain and then refilled it—just to save yourself from having to look at Seungmin with how warm your face felt at his question.

He knew you too well.

“Was it Mikasa, then?” He raised his eyebrows in glee.

“Shut up,” you chuckled at him.

“I wanna hear the dream,” he whined at you, “they’re always so good.”

“Pervert,” you shifted the attention to him, or more like tried. You knew how stubborn he could get, and your boyfriend wouldn’t stop until he heard the story. You wondered if you could get away with lying to him about the subject of your fantasy.

“Okay, fine. But you can’t judge!” You sent him a warning finger. Seungmin smiled at you, crossed his heart with his finger, and waited enthusiastically to hear more.

“I was at a party fucking someone in front of everyone else,” you said quickly. You couldn’t quite meet his eyes, but you still saw the expression on his face. Bewilderment and horniness and a hint of pride were the only emotions you could see.

“Everyone else?” He promoted, taking a step closer to you.

“Yeah, they were like… cheering and stuff.”

“Cheering?” You nodded.

“So,” his voice dropped to a whisper, his lips by your ear, “the whole room was domming you?”

“Yeah, something like that,” you sighed.

“Fuck,” he grabbed your hips, squeezing them. “No wonder you were so loud this time. Sounds like a really good dream.”

You looked up into his eyes, his pupils swimming with lust as he licked over his lips. Maybe Seungmin liked that fantasy as much as you did—even though neither of you have ever talked about something like that before.

His fingers slipped under your baggy shirt, gripping your skin.

“Didn’t think you liked an audience,” he said, planting a soft kiss by your ear.

He felt your cheek heating up, noticed how you weren’t even teasing him back. So he moved in front of your face, cocking his head to the side.

“Why are you shy, bubs?” You didn’t answer. “I’m sorry,” he pulled away from you, noticing you were extremely stiff now, “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“No, Minnie, it’s fine!” You promised him quickly. “I’m just… embarrassed.”

“From me?” He almost gasped.

“The dream in general. It was so vivid and hot and,” you sighed, finding the kitchen floor so extremely interesting.

“Then why are you embarrassed? You have hot dreams a lot, they’re the highlight of most of my mornings,” he smiled at you. “Who was it?”

You felt your heart drop. You couldn’t possibly tell him. It was weird, and wrong, and you were afraid it would upset him too much. “Uh, no one special.”

“Aw, someone else got to fuck my horny little girl,” he faked pouted at you. Seungmin honestly didn’t care at all that it wasn’t him in the dreams, because it was usually him who made them come true when you woke up. He just loved knowing what it was that got you all hot and bothered, even if the answer was sometimes a superhero or a fake lawyer or one time that guy from Atlantis.

“Don’t start,” you blushed, feeling the heat travel down your body and settle in your core at his nickname.

“Okay,” he conceded, “but you usually wake up really needy from these dreams so I thought I could help you out.”

“You’re so kind and selfless,” you teased, smirking at how he was suggesting it was only you that needed help—like you couldn’t see the semi in his shorts.

“I am those things, yes,” he smiled innocently at you.

“What are you?” Felix asked, entering the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. He took out a two litre bottle and started chugging it as he waited for your answer.

“I was just telling Minnie how he’s the cutest most beautiful boyfriend ever,” you smirked, as it was now your boyfriend’s turn to blush.

“Cute,” Felix smiled, before he started preparing his breakfast.

You jumped on the counter as the three of you started talking about the latest Marvel film and when you could all go and watch it, Seungmin slotting in between your legs as he faced Felix.

He hooked his hands under your knees as the conversation spiralled, his roommate not at all bothered by the physical affection between you two.

At this point you practically lived at the dorm, and were very used to the boys’ presence—as they were to yours.

When Jeongin woke up he didn’t even notice any of you in the kitchen until he started drinking his coffee.

Then he asked who wanted to join his shopping trip later this week.

“Can I come?” You asked eagerly, kicking your legs up around Seungmin’s body. He caught your calves up in the air then let you swing them back down, playing with your knees absentmindedly.

“Sure,” Jeongin smiled at you, taking a bite of the food Felix prepared for them.

“Yah!” You heard a shout down the hallway as the door opened then closed quickly. “You guys need to stop ordering so much shit!”

“It wasn’t me this time!” Felix yelled quickly, eyes wide as he looked towards the source of the voice.

Minho walked into the kitchen, five packages in his arms as a scowl painted his face.

He dropped them on the table with a bang, giving each of his roommates a death stare.

Jeongin happily ignored it, grabbing the first package on the pile and opening it with an excited dance in his seat. Then Seungmin walked away from you and picked up the other packages, tearing them apart quickly.

You realised you didn’t close your legs since he moved away. Minho was looking at you.

Your whole body was on fire as you watched him watching you, slowly moving closer to you. You couldn’t even look at him—even the smallest glance his way threw you straight back to your dream. The way he looked underneath you, the way he commanded the whole room as he touched you and f—

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. He was right in front of you, reminding you to quickly shut your legs. “Move?”

“W-what?”

“You’re sitting in front of my blender,” he chuckled.

“Oh, oh yeah. Oh, of course. I’m so sorry, so sorry,” you jumped off the counter, extremely aware of Jeongin looking at you.

“Why is she being weird?” He half whispered at Seungmin. But the kitchen was small, and there was only you four in it anyway, and everyone could hear his question. It reminded you so much of the dream.

“I need to, um, I. Phone,” is all you managed, before you practically ran out of the kitchen and back into the room.

You groaned at yourself, sinking down into the bed as you tried to push the images from the dream away. It was impossible, and if you weren’t careful you’d ruin your new underwear in a matter of minutes.

A few seconds later, as you were still running your hands down your face, Seungmin walked into the room.

He plopped your phone down next to you.

“Your phone was in the kitchen, dumbass.” He sat down next to you, waiting for you to calm down.

“Okay, listen,” you started, taking in a deep breath.

“Your sex dream was about Minho and what Innie said got you so flustered because it was like your dream,” he confirmed, nonchalantly.

You gasped.

“I know you like the back of my hand, bubs,” he said when you just looked at him in shock before he kissed you softly.

“I’m sorry, Minnie, I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I don’t control it and I know it’s wrong and I promise I feel nothing for him it’s not like that at all I—“

“—it’s fine,” he emphasised, making sure to look right into your eyes as he spoke. “I’m not jealous or mad or anything. It was actually extremely funny how flustered you got.”

“Min!” You yelled, slapping at his arm.

“Was that what you were moaning in your dream?” He smirked at you.

“Oh my god!” You groaned, covering your face as you fell onto your back. Seungmin crawled up your body, placing a hand on either side of your middle as he laughed.

**

Luckily for you, you weren’t faced with Minho again after that. Unluckily, it was because he got a confirmed test and was sent away to quarantine until he got better. Because of that, everyone that was in contact with him was forced into a five day isolation period—including you.

It wasn’t the first time you were isolating with your boyfriend, or his roommates for that matter, and so you happily just got on with your days in the house together.

Without the resident cook, you and Felix were in charge of feeding the others and Jeongin was in charge of complaining he was hungry after every meal.

“Why don’t you say thank you and just shut up?” Seungmin snapped after the third time, claiming he was disrespecting your efforts and he couldn’t stand for that.

Between video games and trying to work from home and the cabin fever, you were all actually doing pretty well. The only thing you had to complain about was the lack of privacy meant you didn’t have any alone time with your boyfriend, and worse of all, you never actually got to relieve the tension you felt since the dream.

So when you finished your work for the day and walked back into the room to see Seungmin on his phone, completely relaxed, you took your opportunity and climbed onto the bed.

You perched yourself right next to him, getting comfortable on your stomach, and tapped his chin.

“Kiss me,” you demanded. Seungmin laughed at you, locking his phone and discarding it on the bed before he followed your command.

His soft lips collided with yours as he brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you in closer.

You deepened the kiss, sighing against him as he put more force into his action—his tongue delicately licking your lips. You opened your mouth, moaning softly into the kiss as you relaxed against his chest.

“Oh wow, what a sight,” you heard a voice say behind you.

You jumped up, looking behind you to find Seungmin’s laptop was perched at the edge of the bed—and on it was an ongoing FaceTime call.

You only saw your reflection for a moment before you jumped up and turned around, and then you understood what the voice meant. Your ass was completely in view, leaving almost nothing to the imagination considering you were wearing your tightest pair of leggings.

And then you noticed who was sitting on the other side of the call.

“Sorry, hyung,” Seungmin said, bringing a hand around your shoulder, “I have to admit I forgot you were there.”

“Can’t blame you,” Minho chuckled. “You two get on with it, I can go.”

But he didn’t move.

“Wait,” you said quickly, “you were on your phone when I came in.”

“Yeah?” Seungmin shrugged.

“You were on FaceTime with Minho without even talking to each other?”

“I’m lonely,” Minho defended, “and I was just getting something to drink. I would’ve said something but I just got back and boom. Your ass was in my face.”

You covered your face in your palms.

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Don’t need to apologise for having a nice ass,” he said, simply.

You slowly lifted your head from your hands, looking at your boyfriend to gauge his reaction. Seungmin did not take lightly to people commenting on you or your body—but he was laughing.

“You do have a very nice ass,” he said with a glint in his eyes, before he brought his hand down to your ass and squeezed it.

“Minnie! He’s still here,” you pointed out quietly.

At that, Seungmin grabbed your ass tighter before he leaned into your ear and whispered, “you can end the call now if you want. Or we can make a little part of your dream come true.”

You gasped into the air, your thighs clenching before you even realised you did that.

“What did you say to her?” Minho laughed, clearly recognising that type of reaction.

“Give us a second, hyung,” Seungmin said quickly, noticing you haven’t given any indication this was still okay. He leaned forward towards his laptop, his finger reaching for one of the keys, but you quickly spoke up.

“Wait, wait. Don’t end the call!”

“I was just going to mute us, bubs,” he said, turning to you with his eyebrows high.

“Oh, okay,” you said sheepishly.

He muted the call, turning to you with a curious face. You noticed Minho was kind enough to look at his phone in the meantime, giving you two some semblance of privacy.

“So?” He prompted.

“Are you suggesting we just have sex in front of him?” You asked bluntly, because there was no reason to beat around the bush anymore.

“Not if you don’t want to,” he shrugged. “If it gets you going we can just make out until he gets tired and leaves. Or if it’s just a fantasy then we end the call.”

“What.. uh, what do you think he’ll say?”

“Ask him,” Seungmin suggested.

You slowly reached over to the laptop, clicking the button to unmute yourself.

“Minho,” you said, swallowing the very little moisture that was left in your throat.

“Yeah?”

“Can we keep going?”

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded, his hand coming into view on his keyboard, “I’ll call Minnie tomorrow.”

“No, no,” you tried, causing Minho to raise his eyebrows, “what if you stayed. And watched.”

“Watched?” Minho gasped.

“You said you’re lonely and you’re probably bored,” you began, encouraged by Seungmin’s hand on your back, “if you want to we can entertain you.”

Minho’s eyes flicked over to Seungmin, studying his reaction. When he saw the small nod his friend gave him, he nodded back.

“I am extremely bored,” he said slowly.

You took one final look at your boyfriend, seeing the reassuring smile on his face before turning back to the screen.

“Anything you’d like to see?”

“Your ass,” he answered instantly. You laughed, nodding before you got back into your previous position, making a point of shaking your ass from side to side as you got comfortable.

Seungmin’s hand was in your hair in a matter of seconds, pulling you towards him as he kissed you hungrily. It was messy, sloppy, the kind of kiss he gave you when he was dying to do more.

But Seungmin wanted you to set the pace—do only what you wanted to when you had an audience.

This was new, and so fucking exciting, but he didn’t want to do anything that would unsettle you. So he just kissed you, tongue crashing against yours as he tugged on your hair.

You lifted off the bed slightly, just to get closer to Seungmin, in the process showing Minho your ass from the best angle.

“Minnie,” you moaned into the kiss, feeling the wetness pooling in your underwear. “He likes my ass.”

“Yeah, I think he made that clear,” he chuckled at you.

“Slap it,” you asked quietly.

“You sure?” Seungmin pulled away. You usually only asked him to do that when you were well and truly gone, only letting your desperation talk.

“Please,” you said, kissing his jaw, “I think he’ll like it.”

So your boyfriend complied. He brought his hand to your ass, squeezing it harshly before he slapped it.

It didn’t hurt too much, thanks to the layer between your skins—and the fact Seungmin didn’t use much force.

“That was pathetic, Seungmin,” Minho said. “You need to slap it like you mean it.”

Seungmin noticed the way you whimpered—and a huge smirk appeared on his face.

“Like this, hyung?” He asked, before landing his palm on you again, this time it was loud enough to bounce against the walls. It was hard enough to jolt your whole body forward.

“Ask her,” Minho ordered.

“Was that hard enough for you, baby?”

“Harder,” you whined. Seungmin’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he did as you asked, landing another loud slap on your ass.

This time it stung, but not to the point of pain. You moaned.

“Yeah, I think she liked that one,” Minho chuckled.

You nodded quickly, looking up at Seungmin as you bit your lip.

“You’ll feel it more if I take this off,” he suggested gently, running a finger over the waistband of your leggings.

You didn’t even say anything, simply moved around until you managed to slip out of the soft material, whining at the way the air felt against your damp panties.

You could hear Minho sighing as your bare ass came into view.

“Why would you bother with underwear when it isn’t even covering anything?” He commented. Seungmin looked over your shoulder, observing Minho’s comment. Your thong really didn’t cover much.

He grabbed onto the pink string, pulling at it until it snapped back into place harshly.

You moaned again, arching your back before you quietly asked Seungmin to keep going.

He slapped your ass five more times, making you moan louder every time, before he grabbed your ass then rubbed his hand over the spot he hit.

He tapped your hip, urging you to move sideways on your knees—offering your ass up to him. He leaned down and kissed that same spot.

He then kissed down your ass, to the back of your thigh, and planted one small kiss on your core.

You almost forgot what was happening, what you were actually doing, before Seungmin grabbed your hips and moved you closer to the laptop.

He pushed your knees apart and chuckled.

“Look at that, hyung,” he said, almost proudly. “That wet patch is big.”

He ran a finger over your panties, from where the string sat snugly between your ass to your core, stopping at the entrance. He dipped his finger in as far as the fabric let him, causing you to buck your hips towards his hand.

“Aw, look,” Minho chuckled, “she’s needy.”

You moaned loudly at that, repeating the action with your hips.

“Minnie’s not being so nice to you, huh?” Minho asked, laughing lightly at how much you were pushing against Seungmin’s fingers.

“You think she knows it can’t go any deeper with her thong in the way?”

“She’s not very smart when she’s desperate,” Seungmin explained, “I don’t think she even knows it’s still on.”

The more they talked about you like you weren’t even there, the wetter you got. And Seungmin could feel it.

He knew you liked being talked down on, he knew you liked being called names, but he wasn’t too good at that. He tried, he always did, but the fear of getting carried away and hurting your feelings stopped him.

But now, with someone else chiming in and feeding your fantasies, he didn’t think he’d have to say much at all to hit the spots you craved.

He pushed his doubts to the side as he pulled you up to face him.

Minho slumped in his seat, upset to see your ass move away, but the next thing he saw was very much worth that slight disappointment.

Seungmin grabbed you by the throat, looking straight into your eyes as he said, “is my little girl all dumb for me?”

“Fuck,” was all you could say back.

“That didn’t sound like an answer,” Minho said.

Seungmin smirked as he saw your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.

“Come on, baby. Minho wants you to answer,” Seungmin prompted, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Y-yeah,” you sighed.

“Yeah? Yeah, what?” Seungmin demanded, pressing his fingers into your throat for a moment.

“I get so dumb when I’m desperate for your cock, Minnie,” you groaned.

Seungmin smiled at you, leaning down to kiss you eagerly.

He ran his hands over your stomach, pinching your shirt in a silent question. But you didn’t respond, just pulled him closer to you by his neck as you kissed him harder.

Minho called your name, unsure if he was allowed to use any pet names with you, and got your attention.

“Can Seungmin take your shirt off?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded quickly, letting your boyfriend peel your shirt off and toss it to the side.

“See, Minnie, you need to use your words sometimes.”

“Hey,” you grinned at your boyfriend, “that’s what you always tell me to do.”

“Don’t be a smartass,” Seungmin chuckled at you.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him when Minho coughed.

“You’re gonna just let her be a smartass?”

You both stopped.

Seungmin turned to the screen, letting one of his hands rub against your stomach.

“What do you mean, hyung?”

“If she talks back to you, you should put her in her place.” You swallowed. You looked between Seungmin and the screen, noticing both boys wore a huge smirk on their faces.

“Yeah, I probably should,” he mused, running his finger across your jawline. “She does misbehave a lot.”

“I do not!” You protested.

“Already proving your point, man,” Minho tsked.

“She’s so demanding too,” Seungmin shook his head, “like she really thinks she’s the one in charge.”

You blinked up at him.

“But as soon as I ask her what she wants she’ll just say ‘just give me what you want’ like the good girl she should be,” Seungmin said. He used a voice to mock you when he quoted your words, and it made your whole body shudder as you clenched hard around nothing at all.

Minho laughed. “I think she felt that.”

“Should I check how wet that made her?” He suggested, looking right at you.

You nodded quickly, excitement pooling in your stomach at the thought he was going to touch you.

“Shhh,” he said, sickingly sweet, “I wasn’t talking to you.”

You moaned at that, eyes squeezing shut as your body instantly reacted to those words, too. The want in your core had turned into an ache, so strong you were sure you would lose your mind soon.

You asked Seungmin for this exact thing so many times—and finally you were getting what you wanted.

“Careful what you wish for, huh, bubs?” Seungmin whispered at you, seemingly managing to read your mind again. You chuckled at him, pecking his lips softly before you let him bring his fingers to your core.

He pushed your panties to the side, dipping one finger into your entrance.

“Fuck,” he chuckled airily, pushing deeper in pure curiosity. “Baby, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet for me before.”

“Please,” you sighed, basking in the stretch his finger provided. But it wasn’t enough. “Please, more.”

“What do you think, Minho?” You clenched at that, moaning softly. Seungmin laughed.

“How much more can she take?”

You didn’t say anything, unsure of if it was your turn to speak.

Seungmin moved around, placing himself behind you as he turned your body to face the camera, the only thing blocking Minho’s view was Seungmin’s hand cupping your core.

“Answer him,” Seungmin said, warning.

“I can take more,” you sighed, eyes fluttering shut as Seungmin pressed his finger deeper into you with every slow thrust.

“He didn’t ask if, he asked how much. Are you stupid or you just can’t listen?” Seungmin froze. He never used that word before, only dumb, and suddenly his whole body was tingling with adrenaline. He messed up, he got carried away and hurt your feelings, and in front of someone else, too. you were gonna hate him and—

“Fuck, Minnie, if you say that again I’ll fucking cum,” you whined loudly, dropping your head on his shoulder.

Instinctively he added another finger, pace quick and deep. But he couldn’t say anything. He was too spooked, unsure of how exactly to word a sentence with that word in it.

He looked at the screen, admiring your body, the way you pushed your chest forward as you leaned on his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and jaw hanging open.

He caught Minho’s face on the screen, eyes wide and hand silently gesturing for him to say something.

Seungmin sent him back a panicked look, only focusing on moving faster to make you cum.

So Minho took over.

“Come on, Minnie. Make her stupid cunt cum.”

Seungmin felt your walls closing in around his fingers, pulsing as you moaned loudly into his ear. You whined as he kept up his pace, helping you ride out your high, the electric current swimming all through your body as one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever felt crashed into you. It didn’t stop, Seungmin relentless as he noticed your body wasn’t going limp like it usually did—another wave hitting you at full force.

When his hand started cramping he sucked on your exposed neck to distract himself which seemed to have backfired, as he felt your body reacting, another one shooting through your walls.

At one point or another you gasped out, pushing his wrist away from you.

“Okay, okay,” he kissed your cheek, stilling his hand inside you.

You panted heavily, your body covered in a layer of sweat as Seungmin lowered you both back onto the bed. He delicately pulled his hand away, grabbing a tissue and cleaning himself off as he gave you space to breathe.

He made sure to kiss your cheeks as you breathed, fighting the urge to wrap his hands around your middle because you didn’t like that when you were breathless. Finally, you spoke.

“Holy fucking shit.”

They both laughed.

“Does it always happen like that?” Minho asked, panting slightly himself.

“That has never happened before,” he laughed, kissing your temple. “You did so so well to take all that.”

“Yeah,” Minho agreed, “you did a really good job.”

You smiled sheepishly.

“Thank you for letting me watch,” he said, looking on as you signalled to your boyfriend that you were done.

“Thank you for helping. A lot,” you laughed.

You looked over at the screen and noticed a small white stain on the front of his shirt. “When did that happen?”

“Oh, some point during your ten minute orgasm,” he shrugged. You all laughed before you corrected him.

“Orgasms.”

“How many do you think that was?” Seungmin asked as he judged he could finally wrap his hands around you, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“Maybe five?” You scrunched your nose, butterflies creeping into your stomach as both of them whistled in awe.

“New record!” He exclaimed, offering his palm out to you. You weakly gave him a high five.

“How are you feeling, Min?” You asked after the silence settled, as did your breathing.

“I’m okay—“

“I feel better—“

They both answered. Seungmin chuckled as he asked, “which one of us?”

“I meant Minho,” you giggled, “since he’s the one who’s sick.”

“I feel better actually, gonna do another test tomorrow to see if they’ll let me out of this prison,” he chuckled, taking a few sips from his water bottle.

“Yes, please come back soon. I’ve had enough of cooking for these guys,” you rolled your eyes.

Minho laughed at that, promising he’ll free you of your duties soon enough.

“You?” You turned your head lightly, cupping your boyfriend’s chin as you soothed your thumb over his skin.

“I’m glad you had so much fun. My hand hurts though,” he pouted. You brought his hand up towards your lips, kissing his wrist a few times before he nodded.

“And you, bubs?”

“Oh, I feel fucking incredible,” they laughed, “I kept telling you to be mean and you didn’t listen.”

“Well, now I know you were not kidding,” Seungmin exclaimed dramatically.

“I’m gonna go shower guys,” Minho said, running a hand through his hair, “make sure you drink a lot before you sleep, okay?”

The three of you bid each other good night, and once it was just the two of you again, Seungmin made sure to feed you and hydrate you and clean you before you cuddled until you fell asleep.

A few weeks down the line, the three of you were sat around the living room watching a movie Jisung recommended. During one of the montages, Seungmin spoke up.

“You know what I realised?” You both hummed. “During the six orgasms that happened that night, none of them were mine.”

The three of you laughed, Minho raising his eyebrows at you with a lopsided smile.

SKZ Recs (NSFW)

As a chronic fanfic reader, I have a lot of recommendations. So, these are the ones I think about the most. All of them include smut, so they're 18+. Red text indicates fics on AO3. Go support these amazing authors!! Enjoy!! <3

Bang Chan 

The SKZ house @writeonwhiskey (Chan x reader x Hyunjin…SKZ but make it a frat… and also sexy) 

Silent cry @j-0ne25 (Fake dating/friends to lovers, live laugh hurt comfort… emphasis on the hurt) 

Love is intuitive @skzonthebrain (forbidden love and angst… so emotional and loving <3) 

Kinktober Day 8 @dreaming-medium (breeding, best friend, fake dating, so sweet and spicy) 

Summer in Seoul @writeonwhiskey (strangers to lovers, summer love, spicy and romantic) 

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg) 

It’s cold out @therhythmafterthesummer (roommate Chan is going through his rut… oops there’s more ABO on this list than I realized sorry not sorry) 

Bodyguard: The first guard @skzdarlings (A sequel to the bodyguard, an ongoing work that has elements of enemies to lovers and great, in-depth world building and character development)

However you want it, lover-lover @cbini (you ask your bf Chan to step on you after watching spicy edits of him on tiktok omg)

More than just friends @kwanisms (roommate Chan is entering his rut... he's usually able to control himself but this time you're ovulating. sprinkle some brat taming in here as well and it's so delicious)

Lee Know 

The Experience Project @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Enemies to lovers Lee Know, really good plot and relationship building!) 

Sanguis Limerence @jl-micasea-fics (Vampire OT8, Lee Know x Reader x Chan, SUPER good world building, especially in their sequel with the backstories… I was so invested. And it’s super hot)

Barb Wired Brat @roseykat (BDSM Lee Know with reader going into subspace… awakened things in me) 

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah) 

Well Shit @2chopsticks2eyes (Brother’s best friend, inexperienced reader, enemies to lovers and fwb… literally so good) 

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, complete series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and GREAT smut. One of my all time favs)

rsvp @cbini (teasing dom vampire boyfriend Minho and you get the punishment you deserve... brat taming and so so so sexy like it's insane)

Changbin 

 The accidental acquisition of sugar @skzdarlings (accidental sugar daddy Changbin x reader that’s absolutely hilarious with great smut) 

Valentine’s series ‘do you really think you’re in a position to give orders’) @skzdarlings (forbidden love/romeo & juliet style but with gun play… um this was so hot tho) 

Close your eyes (...And count to seven) @MysteryBird (Possessive gang leader bf! Changbin that you’re trying to piss off by sleeping with the other members… 100k+ words and so delicious) 

Hyunjin 

Praise kink Hyunjin @dreaming-medium (A kinktober fic, enemies to lovers detective Hyunjin… absolutely delicious) 

Snowed In @moonjxsung (really artistic, heartfelt, and beautifully written)  

Jury’s still out @straywrds (rivals to hooking up/hate sex… super spicy and hot) 

Dressing down @jl-micasea-fics (shopping trip with best friend Hyunjin turns out spicy ahh the chemistry) 

Four of wands @straywrds (beautifully crafted story I was so immersed in!! witch Hyunjin and sex magick, the characters have so much depth! crazy tension)

Han 

Watch your six  @dreaming-medium (sensory deprivation kinktober ah this is engraved in my brain) 

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybeee think about this every day) 

Sea May Rise, Sky May Fall @skzms (Lee Know x Reader x Han, complete series, Pirate AU with beautiful world building, in-depth characters and GREAT smut. One of my all time favs)

Screen Identity: Mismatched Passion (SIMP) @leeknowsallyoursecrets (Spin-off series to the experience project! Jisung x reader enemies/academic rivals to lovers in which they’re both anonomously sexting each other on discord without knowing who’s on the other end of the screen!!! top tier level tension)

Felix 

The bodyguard @skzdarlings (Forced proximity, enemies to lovers, had me SUPER invested and made me cry) 

The same but different @skzdarlings (ahh hanlix fairy au where they’re linked with great world building and is so funny… I maybee think about this every day) 

Snap out of it @2baabbies (Felix gives you the option to either go home with your shitty boyfriend or go home with him at the end of the night ahhh!!) 

Seungmin 

Bet on it @skzonthebrain (Academic rivals, enemies to lovers and such good tension/chemistry) 

Audience @gimmeurtmi (2 min, wet dreams, exhibitionism, degradation… yeah) 

Saturday mornings @skzdarlings (Chan/reader/Seungmin where Seungmin is an absolute menace that gets reader in trouble… dom Chan is so good in this one omg) 

Seungmin + hairpulling @straykeedz (kinktober fic, best friend Seungmin finds out you have a thing for hairpulling and can't get you out of his head... this is taken straight from the deepest depths of my fantasies i s2g)

no nut november @gimmeurtmi (this whole nnn series is fantastic but seeing Seungmin lose his composure because of his breeding kink does something for me)

august is a fever @seungminheart (mean dom Seungmin... you don't think he is really into you so you see how far you can push him/I love mean dom Seungmin and I think this fic does it just right)

I.N. 

Lavender boy @hyunsvngs (A/B/O Alpha jeongin… super sexy and great dynamics) 

Clueless @jeongin-lvr (inexperienced big dick I.N. that just wants to make reader feel good… also omg he’s so hot in this pls) 

Better and better @seungminheart (sharing a bed, best friend Jeongin, amazing banter, soft dom Jeongin, brat taming, every trope from my hopes and dreams)

Third leg? @beesspacedotorg (huge dick alpha Innie... some brat taming, great banter and dynamics and sexy)

OT8 

Sharing a bed series @skzdarlings (Best trope ever and they really do it justice) (Chan's is linked but you should read all 8)

Sharing is caring @skzms (Minsung x reader x OT8… really well written spice) 

Fake texts @thefantasyden (I swear these are like crack I read them every single time) 

Kinktober23 @roseykat (one of the first SKZ blogs that I started reading that really brought me deep into the fandom… My fav from this is Table Manners and Bible Studies, and it has a part 2)

All Bark no Bite @doitforbangchan (Main pairing is Chan x Reader with some OT8, it's an ABO au with some really good spice)

Masterlist

LEE KNOW in Lee Know Log 10 ☀️

HWANG FUCKING HYUNJIN. I AM FERAL

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LEE KNOW 🐰 SKZ NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH #1

Told you (Prove it Pt.2) Seungmin x Reader

Part 2 to Prove it: (Kim Seungmin, your best friend, is so fucking smug all the time. You make the mistake of implying that no man can finger a girl the way they do in porn, and you make the mistake of challenging him when he tells you he can.) Content: Smut, fluff Warnings: P in V sex, oral (m! receiving), soft dom Seungmin, porn with feelings WC: 1200

“I bet that I can make you squirt all over my cock,” he says with a smile. He doesn’t look up from his phone when he speaks. 

You already know what you’re doing when you meet his eyes and say, “Prove it.” 

With two fingers curling in a ‘come hither’ motion, you’re standing and taking your pants back off. You meet him on the couch in two long strides, swinging one leg over each of his own to straddle him. 

You can feel his hard length pressing into your already soaked cunt and you grind against him, seeking friction. He lets out a breathy sigh, his hands coming to your hips to still your motions. 

“You and I already know that I don’t have to prove myself, right?” he grins. 

“Shut up, Seungmin. Just please, shut up already,” you beg. “You’re so full of yourself. You know I can’t stand it, you just have to be right all the time, don’t you?” 

“I don’t have to be right, I just am,” he replies. He grabs you tighter and brings you even closer, bare pussy now fully grinding against his cock. He buries his head into the crevice of your neck and you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

When you stand, shaky legs, it’s so you can pull his pants down. You’re too eager and desperate and you can’t find it within you to be embarrassed, not even from the wet spot you left behind on his sweats. His hard length springs up and he’s big, infuriatingly so, because of course Kim Seungmin has to be both cocky and good at everything, and of course he has to have the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen. You almost scoff. 

He almost stutters when you get on your knees in front of him but he recomposes himself just as quickly. Your hand wraps around his length and strokes him experimentally. You’re as silent as you can be just to hear the sharp inhale he gives, because try as he might act indifferent, you’re determined to pull those sounds out of him if it’s the last thing you do. 

“Y/N…” he starts. When he looks down at you his eyes are bright, excited. You lean forward with a smirk and take his tip in your mouth, swirling around it with your tongue. He’s salty and tastes like precum, and you gather as much saliva as you can in your mouth and let it drip onto his cock, getting him nice and wet. Your hand glides up and down his length and the sound of it is pornographic, wet and loud and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. He’s starting to look debauched which is exactly what you wanted, and when he starts to buck his hips up into your hand you still. “No, please–” he says. 

“Please, what?” you say with a smirk, repeating his words from earlier. 

He blinks at you before standing, grabbing you by the arms and all but throwing you onto the couch in a display of dominence. You’re at an utter loss for words as he climbs on top of you, spreading your legs wide open for him just like before. 

He grabs his cock and pushes it between your folds, covering it with your wetness. He taps his tip against your clit a few times, teasing. 

“Seungmin, I swear to god… I love you but if you keep on teasing me like this I’m going to lose my fucking mind,” you say. He freezes, wide eyes and lips slightly parted. You furrow your brows, wondering what could have possibly, finally caused him to drop his facade. 

“You love me?” he asks, breathless. 

“Of course I do, idiot. You infuriate me, but–” 

His lips crash against yours. It’s hard and it’s messy and it catches you off guard but his tongue dances against yours as if it was the only chance to kiss you he would ever have. 

He pushes his length into you then, grabbing the backs of your knees and lifting them up as his pelvis is flush against yours. His lips never leave yours, not even when your hands come up to the back of his head to push him even closer to you. 

“Fuck, Seungmin,” you say as you finally pull away. His pupils are blown wide and he’s finally panting. You feel him twitch inside you. “So, are you going to show me how good you fuck me? Are you going to make me squirt all over your cock?” you taunt him, intentionally trying to rile him up. 

He shuts you up real fast, exiting you fully just to snap his hips back into you, hard. He cracks a half-grin at the moan you let out. 

“Go ahead, say it again,” he teases. 

“Are you going to make me–” Snap. His hips smack into yours again, a loud wet sound permeating through the air. 

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” he asks. He’s totally fucking with you, you can tell by the amusement spread across his features. 

“Are you–” Snap. You moan loudly in response much to your chagrin.

When you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes meet. His smile falters and his eyes flit down to your lips and suddenly you’re kissing again, his hips sporadically thrusting into you with a desperateness that you didn’t think you would ever see on him. 

“Tell me you love me,” he pleads. Your heart flutters hard in your chest. 

“I love you, Seung,” you tell him. It’s hands on skin, grabbing onto anything they can in a last-ditch effort to ground yourself, skin against skin, fingers in your hair, lips against your neck… 

Everything around you is undeniably Seungmin. It’s all you know, and you can’t even bring yourself to think of your past-self, just moments ago trying to get him to lose the smugness. It’s almost as if you don’t care anymore, not when all you care about is him and how he feels, here and now. 

You feel your stomach tighten and you can tell you’re getting close. You try to warn him but you can tell he already knows as his hand snakes down between you two to rub at your already sensitive clit. 

“Cum for me,” he begs. “I love you too, just cum for me, please.” 

That’s all it takes. Your toes curl and your mouth opens to let out a high-pitched moan and you clench around him hard, undoubtedly giving him exactly what he wanted as you squirt all over him, soaking his chest with your essence. He talks you through it, slamming his hips into yours until you’ve come down from your release before he pulls out and spills all over your stomach and chest, painting you in a reminder that you are his. 

He collapses on top of you and you both still, panting heavily. You don’t even realize that your hands are running up and down his back in an attempt to soothe him. You both lay still for several moments, neither person talking. There’s not much that needs to be said, you think. 

Until you hear him suck in a breath, suppressing a laugh. 

“What?” you question. 

“Told you so,” he says. 

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── Thank you guys for all of the love on part 1!! Hope this is everything you wanted! Tagging everyone who asked for a part 2 here: @skzswife @ka0ila @applekiwi3202 @nightmarenyxx @blondie-hyun @softkisshyunjin @compersian @bansheehunteremissary

OT8 SKZ Headcannons:

.• {how they orgasm}•.

OT8 x reader HCS..smutty, kinda fluffy

Warnings: degredation, breeding, mentions of choking/slapping, reader is called a bitch, lots of cum obviously, if i missed any lmk!

first post!! lmk how u feel abt it and send me asks!! :3 enjoy~*

smut below the cut….

Christopher Bahng:

• straight to his core. loud, strangled noises spill from his mouth as he ruts into you like a desperate dog.

• grips onto whatever he can grab on you. especially when his orgasm takes him by suprise, hes gasping and frantically finding your wrist to hold so he can ride it out.

• during, he’ll lean down and send a growlish-moan to your ear, in a “you did this to me.” way😵‍💫

• his cock definetly throbs, if he pulls out, all you can see is it bobbing up and down and shooting out hot cum.

• he’s dazed afterwards, looking at his mess with half-lidded eyes as he smears it with his thumb.

• hits him more forcefully than sensually, like a pent up release. and trust, if you choke or slap him while he’s cumming then he’ll roll his eyes back and cum 10x harder.

• same for if he’s cumming from your strap, then its all broken whines and drooly pillows from there.

• im a firm believer of breeding kink chan. he’ll press down on your tummy so you can’t miss the feeling of his warm cum swelling you up.

“ahn- fucking..feel that? good whores get bred out, right? thats fucking right..made me cum, sweet girl..”

Lee Minho:

• sooooooo long.

• his dancer core makes his orgasms last forever.

• you’ll be done touching him, and a minute later his cock is still throbbing and squirting out little droplets of cum.

• usually has deeper, longer moans throughout. but when it first hits, he lets out a loud, pornographic noise akin to a yell.

•his head lowers and his face is pained and focused. hands trembling slightly at how hard it hits him.

• makes the prettiest faces during it. all pleasure dazed, like hes in a trance, or like he can’t believe how intense his orgasm is.

• def an eye roller. his orgasms hit hard, not in a shaking way, but he’ll throw his head back and grip onto you, so he can hold you still while he works through his orgasm.

•when his eyes arent rolled to the back of his head, they are either closed or heavy lidded and unfocused.

• coming back to this, he prefers holding you still while he cums. hes way too sensitive for any extra motion. if you try to move on top of him, he’ll firmly cling onto your shoulders to keep you still.

• always a bit exsausted afterwards, but still laughs in disbelief at how long it really is.

“ah!…stay still. stay fucking still, please. just let me cum…mmfh- fuck..feels so good.”

Seo Changbin:

• goes quiet when he’s about to cum. like its the only thing he can think about.

• 1/3 of moanracha. one of the only ones that moan (but turns kinda growl-ish at the end🤭)

• he knows his strength, so when he cums he tries to either get off of you or relax his body as much as he can. (thats why he prefers you on top)

• sounds in pain but he’s definetly not. he forgets how good you make him feel sometimes.

• a lip-biter, its how he calms himself down, also a throbber!! his hips never stutter though, he’s very good.

• a slut for his neck being touched, bite or kiss on his neck and he’ll cum so good for you.

• like i said earlier, he wants to hold you close so bad! but, he’s nervous he might crush you. so he trains himself for you, softly fucking into you and holding his trembling body back from just holding you down and pounding you.

• soft binnie boy in his dirty talk, his strength doesn’t match his words as he softens his body and starts to cum inside you.

“soft- soft..g’nna fuck you softly, yeah? sweet girl..making me cum..so good to me.”

Hwang Hyunjin:

• 2/3 of moanracha. he moans unashamed, long, sensual noises that have you dripping.

• treats an orgasm like a piece of art, making sure to cum right on your pretty pussy and admire.

• his thighs tremble and his mouth hangs open, pleasure spreading along his body and glowing in his sides, eventually spilling all out onto you, his stunning muse.

• when he’s fucking you, there is nothing in the world that could break his concentration. its like you both have built this sweet atmosphere in the air, heated colors flash in your mind, trapping you with him.

• and when he cums, that atmosphere shatters into a million pieces, like nothing else in the entire world matters besides you and the intense pleasure you’re making him feel.

• he likes when you cum before him, so he can watch your every reaction to his hard work.

• but he likes it even better when you cum with him, he likes sharing the moment with you, so he might even make you hold it.🤭

“…fuck- hold it. i’m almost there, don’t fucking cum yet..fuck! i love you! i love you..so much.”

Han Jisung:

• 3/3 of moanracha. his moans are loud and uncontrollable.

• BIGGEST EYE ROLLER. ive seen him do that shit too many times in videos, im so serious he does that when he cums.

• he also cannot control that tongue of his, shits always out of his mouth while drool drips from his bottom lip.

• he just loves feeling good!! he’ll take anything you give him as long as he gets to cum.

• his poor little cock gets so red. drips a massive amount of precum just to squirt out such a pathetic little load.

• loves teasing his cock after he cums. he’ll rub himself on whatever he can, twitching at the little sparks of harsh pleasure that it grants him.

• says “fuck me” even if he’s topping, such a freaky ass bitch😭

• and if you’re pegging or fingering him, you’ll be suprised at how slutty that little mouth of his is, drooling and babbling out such meaningless little praises and begs.

• grips your wrist and thrusts frantically into you with loud, pathetic whines. his eyes are a bit teary when he places his hand on your tummy, begging you to cum because of how overstimulated he’s getting.

“ah..fuck- fuck me, fuck me harder..shit. ah, please cum- ah..soon. please? s’too much.. i know, im pathetic..m’sorry.”

Lee Felix:

• so sensual. like his orgasm is fire, burning his body so slowly.

• his hips may be frantic, but his voice is shuddery as he whispers pretty words and praises into your ears.

• his face heats up so much its unreal. he cant help but blush at how good you make him feel!!

• that deep voice in your ear😵‍💫 makes u wanna be silent so you can hear him better.

• small load, nothing too much, but it tastes so sweet. you beg him to cum on your face or in your mouth, he feels a little bad but he can’t hold it when he sees you stick your tongue out while he jerks his cock off.

• likes recieving pain when he cums, like scratching his thighs or biting down on his shoulders. it embarrasses him but also makes him drool🫶🏽

• okay fr guys..i think felix can squirt. HEAR ME OUT.

• rub the palm of your hand over his tip rapidly, or agressively rub his slit and he’s writhing and arching under you. gripping your wrist and begging you to slow down before he hides his face and squirts all over his tummy.

• he’s such a pleaser, that he’s unable to focus soley on his pleasure. so if he accidentally cums before you, he’ll pull out and mutter little apologies as he rubs your clit, ruining his own orgasm while shoving his face in your neck.

“..ah! fuck! sorry…m’sorry..hah- so sorry, angel..please cum- please cum too?”

Kim Seungmin:

• when he's subbing, he's a desperate humper. wether its your shoe, or your hand, or even your belongings hes frantically fucking into it, trying to cum hard.

• but the way he cums is still the same, no matter what role he's playing.

• it looks earth shattering. he twitches and shakes, and his eyes are tightly shut (when they arent rolled back to his brain)

• he tries to have you lock eyes with him when he cums, but it always ends up with him breaking it almost immediately.

• prefers to cum on your lower back or tummy, but he's a bit of a clean freak so this preference doesn't help him at all😭

• very dazed and tender after. he'll look at you with loving eyes and caress your cheek, kinda like the sweet version of chan's "you did this to me" attitude.

• he used to be very shy about the way he acted when he came, so he would hold it in, but once you tried to forced one out of him anyway. poor boy was begging you to "wait" and "stop," but his body betrayed him and twitched into your hand.

"mm'ah! wait! stopstop' please- ill cum! please."

(or..dom ver bc im a slut 😈)

"oh? fine..make me cum then, bitch..c'mon- oh fuck..that's a good girl. only thing you're good for, right slut?”

Yang Jeongin:

• doesn’t hit him quite as hard as the others, now that doesn’t mean its not enjoyable for him.

• it just means that his buildup is stronger than his orgasm, it comes in blissful waves rather than the others.

• when it hits, his jaw drops and his eyes close, but soon after 4 seconds of that, hes giggling about it and using it to give you more pleasure.

• big ass load. he cums so much its not funny. he likes cumming in you too, so good luck with that!

• whispers long, teasing groans in your ear to feel you squeeze around him.

•he enjoys fucking more than the actual climax, so he’ll usually hold his orgasm off until you’re begging him to cum.

• then, he’ll tilt his head and glide his cock along your clit with the same pace, like he never stopped fucking you. laughing at your cries and pleads.

“hm..aw, poor baby..want my cum? need my cum inside you? hm..ill think about it.”

can can i request how they deal with boners in public? or like, how they deal with you turning them out (intentionally or unintentionally)

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turning them on in public ~*

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warnings: degredation, exibitionism, frottism, very tame?

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Chris:

• shy and giggly. he can’t believe half the stuff thats coming out of your mouth! (as if he hasn’t said worse)

• he’ll be hiding his red face in his hands and doing that cute squeaky giggle he always does🤭

• when he actually does get hard though, he’ll be looking around and crossing his legs, accidentally gaining a bit of friction from his jeans on his hard cock.

• but be careful, he’s a teaser too😖

•he wont make you regret it, he’ll just play along until you’re dripping and begging to go home

• (hes gonna find excuses to stay longer to get back at you)

“oh, so now you wanna go home, hm? i don’t know…ask me later. or beg me now, maybe ill decide then.”

Minho:

• will 100% laugh at your pitiful attempts to get him hard.

• he’ll just watch you with a smug/bored look on his face while you just end up riling yourself up.

• if his body ends up betraying him and he in fact is hard, he still won’t appear embarassed.

• if anything, he’ll grab your hand and have you feeling up his cock through his pants like the whore you wanted to be that day.

“did you have your fun, kitty? or did the poor slut get herself needy and wants me to take resposibility?”

Changbin:

• flustered and side eyeing you.

• he’s shifting in his chair and rubbing his plush thighs together, begging you silently to stop talking.

• its not difficult to make him hard, he never forgets the way you look on top of him, so teasing him with that image in public is torture!

• it’s when you start ghosting your hands over his cock that he’s immediately asking for the check and grabbing his keys😭 he does NAWT wanna do that shit in public but he’s literally this close to bending you over.

“let me take you home? i just need your hands, please? ill treat you so good, i promise, just let me take you back home?”

Hyunjin:

• thinks it’s kinda fun, treats it like a game/competition.

• he can hold out pretty well, but alas he’s just a boy😔

• it’s like his default setting to be inside you so he isn’t going to last very long. he just wants to feel his sweet girl.

• he’ll hide it, but will definetly show it you purposefully. he’ll lean back on something, exposing his hard on to you, biting his lip as he watches your reaction.

• or he’ll pull you into a bathroom stall and press his clothed bulge into your tummy, looking down at it and holding your hands. wants nothing more than to see your nails running along his long, hard cock.

“look how hard you made me, hm? want it? think it’s pretty? you made it, so i think it’s pretty. my little artist.”

Han:

• poor baby tries so hard to resist.

• he’s shying away from your hands and whining at you to stop when you tease him with words.

• he could never comepletely say no to you though, so he’ll let you palm his cock for a while.

• he’s arching and subtly grinding up into your hand. biting his lip while his cock leaks, trying not to get caught.

• he tries his best not to make any sounds, but he still lets whiny sighs slip through his mouth. ends up cumming in his pants anyway, only wanting to go home so he could change😭

“ah..shit..can- can i cum? or should we..go home? fuck..it’s too late. don’t stop- cumming!”

Felix:

• he doesn’t get it. he doesn’t understand why you would be saying all of these filthy things and feeling him up in public?

• he just thought you must be feeling needy. he reaches his hand over in pity, thumbing at your clothed clit and looking around to not get caught.

• your words do get to him though. as soon as you call him a few names he’s chubbing up in his pants.

• when you reach a hand over to him too, he realizes how suspicious this looks in public and just decides to finally take you home.

“aw, my poor girl. c’mere, ill make you feel as good as i can while were out. unless you wanna go home? no? my baby wants people watching?”

Seungmin:

• also shy about it.

• he doesn’t care much about the words (even if they do get his leg bouncing)

• its when you start touching him that he gets him wide eyed and flushed.

• he’ll grab your wrist and whisper-yell things like “you can’t do that, were in public!” at you.

• he’ll squeeze his legs shut and look at you with a slight sheen of excitement in his eyes. he’ll start stroking your ankle with the tip of his shoe, while resting his head on his hands. he’ll play along a bit for now.

“hm? what? am i not allowed to play with you too? touching me and saying such filthy things in my ear, who taught you that, huh? such a slut.”

Jeongin:

• he’s amused, but still suprised at your boldness.

• he has a wide smile on his face, mouth hanging open and his hand dramatically pushing you off of him.

• will deadass run away like he doesn’t know you

• if he gets hard oh lord he’s hunting you down.

• he doesn’t care if you’re in a bookstore, he’s finding the isle you’re on and dragging you out😭

• he’s laughing like he can’t believe that just happened, but trust your pussy is done for when you get home.

“yah! look what you did! couldn’t wait 10 minutes could you? eager slut. im taking you home, and you’re fixing this.”

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