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paperclip-skz · 3 months ago

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Happy Halloween OT8

a/n: So this is my "apology" for not doing Kinktober. I think this is what I'll do (if it gets good feedback) for special holidays/events, that sort of thing... I don't know. This is the first time I've done this sort of thing, and I'll be honest—I'm very nervous. I hope you'll like it. and ....yea

p.s: this is gonna be my "sat" post as well.

fem reader x ot8

*WARNING*

CONTAINS Pnv, praising, teasing, kissing, oral (m and F receiving), make-out, mentions of insecurities, the reader is VERY insecure, be mentally healthy, fluff, riding, grinding, creampie (don't), spanking, voyeurism, rough, I'll be honest I didn't fully proof read this cause I kinda rushed; I'm sure I missed something...

WC: 7k

Synopsis: Your SKZ's manager finds out you're not so confident in yourself. Now, they are determined to show you how truly special you are.

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It's a normal Thursday afternoon. You're pulling a small trolley filled with small containers labeled with names. You push the trolley into the practice studio, where you see Minho leading the rest of the group.

“Come and get it!” you shout, leading the trolley to the side.

The boys sprint in your direction, saying their “thank yous” and each taking a container with their name on it until there are only two left—one labeled Chan and the other blank. Chan walks up to you with his warm smile and endearing eyes as he takes his labeled lunch, “Thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, Chan, it's my job,” you smile.

You take yours and take your spot in the small circle the boys created in the middle of the studio. They all murmur amongst themselves as they eat their lunch until something Seungmin says that makes your ears perk.

“All I’m saying is that it's easy to thirst over you, Felix Hyung, because you have abs. I don’t.” his voice is small, and it makes your heart shatter into tiny pieces at his words.

"Minnie, you really shouldn't have to worry about any of that. In fact, none of you need to. Each and every one of you is not just attractive but truly stunning. You're all hot, and even then, people don’t love you just because you're beautiful but because you all love each other and your fans." Your words spill out in a rush, but you don't mind. It's important that they understand just how amazing they are.

Chan's smile is warm from your words but doesn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you Y/N. Sometimes it's just hard.”

You understand him, but they can’t possibly believe they are any less extraordinary than they already are. You can’t explain why you say your next words or why they make your blood turn, but….you can’t help it. “Than who would you rather look like? Me?” you scoff.

Stuffing the last bit of lunch into your mouth. Everyone freezes. Minho and Seungmin stare dead at you, Binnie looks like he is about to cry, and Jisung and Hyunjin freeze, holding a fork mid-bite.

Chan also freezes. Staring at you with hurt in his eyes, his look almost makes you think you directed your comment at him if it wasn't for his following words. “What do you mean by that Y/N?”

Panic surges within you. Well, now what? You weren’t one to share your insecurities out loud, and you definitely weren’t one to challenge them either. You were somewhat confident with how you looked and how people saw you, but that didn’t mean you wished you could change things. “I just mean….” there's no getting out of this now. “I’m not like any of you guys,” you laugh awkwardly. “I don’t have strong arms, toned abs, or even the equivalent…. I’m just… me.” You look down at your hands in your lap.

“I’m sorry, I’m still confused. Angel, are you saying you don’t like your body?” Hyunjin looks at you, dropping his fork into the remains of his lunch.

You look up at him. “I—well-...yea…yea I—” you say, but the sound of your phone ringing cuts you off. You quickly grab and answer your phone, apologizing for leaving the room and silently thanking whatever higher power got you out of that in your head.

******

A few minutes later, you hang up the phone. Now, you're debating whether you want to return to the studio. You turn on your heel, deciding against walking into whatever awkward silence situation awaits you. But before you could even walk down the hallway, someone grabbed your wrist. As you turn your head, you lock eyes with a person whose gaze is tainted by the remnants of spilled coffee. Their eyes mirror what you can only describe as sorrow, causing a sharp pang in your chest.

“Wait, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Chan whispers.

“Yeah, what's up?” you perk, trying to smile your way out of awkwardness.

“What you said back there? Were you serious?”

You steer clear of making eye contact. “I mean, yeah,” you throw your arms up in defense, still unwilling to meet his defeated eyes. “I would pretty much give anything to look even remotely close to any of you guys. I’m not—" Your words fail when you do look up to see his face.

He looks more than defeated; he looks hurt. “Chan… it's okay. It's not like I’m not confident with what I have; I make it work.” You laugh through your words, trying to lighten the mood.

Your phone rings in your hand again, and you know you need to get back to work. "Hey, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," Chan smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes, and you know from seeing him genuinely smile that he has something on his mind. But you decide not to address it and leave to get back to the rest of the day.

*****

‘Can I see you after work?’ Chan texts.

‘Sure! Is everything okay?’ A hint of concern seeps into your head, and you bite your lip, hoping nothing has gone wrong.

‘Yeah, everything’s fine. I just want to talk a bit more, if that’s cool with you.’ he responds

‘Of course. I’ll be done in a bit,’ you reply, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

As the workday drags on, your mind frequently wanders back to Chan's request. The way he looked at you yesterday, the weight in his gaze—there was something urgent behind those soft brown eyes. The clock seems to mock you as each minute ticks by, and when it finally strikes the end of the day, you practically sprint to the exit.

Outside, the evening air is filled with a cool breeze, sending shivers down your spine. You spot Chan leaning casually against a wall, his trademark smile lighting up his features. There’s a warmth in how he stands, a confidence that makes you feel at ease despite the gravity of your earlier conversation.

“Hey!” he calls out as you approach, his smile widening, igniting a warmth in your chest.

“Hey!” you reply, unable to suppress your grin, but the playful atmosphere doesn’t fully mask the anxious flutter of your heart.

“Let’s take a walk?” he suggests, and you nod, matching your pace with his as you stroll down the sidewalk. The fading sunlight paints the sky in hues of pink and gold, wrapping you both in a serene ambiance.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Chan turns to you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “About what you said yesterday… I really want you to know that I think you’re beautiful just the way you are.”

You stop walking, caught off guard by his words. “Chan, I—”

“No, let me finish.” He takes a deep breath, his brows furrowing slightly in concentration. “I get it. We all have insecurities, but you have this light that just… shines. The way you support us, how you care—it’s more than just looks. You’re a big part of our family.”

Your heart swells at his words, the sincerity in his voice washing over you like a warm wave. “I appreciate that, really. It’s just hard sometimes.”

“It is,” he agrees, stepping closer, his voice barely more than a whisper. “But I want you to be kinder to yourself. You deserve that.”

His gaze remains fixed on yours, and it feels like time has stopped. The world around you fades, leaving just the two of you in this moment, filled with unspoken understanding and connection.

“Thank you, Chan,” you finally say, feeling vulnerable yet cherished.

You smile, feeling the warmth spread through you.

“This actually reminds me. I needed to show you something, but it's back at the dorm,” Chan says, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your smile widens. What in the world is going on? “Um, sure, but can I ask what it’s for?”

“I wanted to discuss something about work with you, but it’s on my home computer, not my laptop,” Chan explains.

Your curiosity peaks. He never comes unprepared; nevertheless, it's Chan. You've always trusted his judgment, especially when it comes to work.

“Okay, I suppose,” you shrug, not thinking much of it.

That leaves you standing in front of 3 Racha's and Hyunjin’s apartment.

Chan opens the door and steps inside first, blocking your view. “So, what did you want to show me?” you ask, your smile bright.

“It’s right in here.” He steps aside, allowing you to walk into the apartment.

Your eyes widen when you see the rest of the guys crowded into the small living room. Okay, what is going on? “Chan?” you question, but he’s already closed and locked the door behind you.

“Sorry, doll. We knew this was the only way we could get you here,” Hyunjin says, dragging your attention back to the group of men in the room.

“So I’m assuming I’m not here for work reasons?”

Chan suddenly steps into your line of sight, his figure blocking out the chaos around you. You observe every detail: the way his shoulders are tense, the subtle clenching of his fists at his sides, and the tight lines of his mouth. He stands silently, an impenetrable wall of unexpressed emotions, deliberately avoiding your gaze as if the weight of his thoughts is too heavy to share.

A churning confusion fills your mind; you can’t shake the questions racing through you. What is he thinking? Why are you here, caught in this surreal moment? The air feels thick and electric, amplifying your unease as you ponder the mystery of the situation. Will someone please just say something?

Chan joins the rest of the guys in the living room, still keeping his head down. Finally, Felix answers for the group: “No Angel, sorry. We just want to talk.” His voice is so soft, almost like he’s scared, you’ll run away.

“About what?” You ask.

“About what you said earlier.” This time, it's Binnie who speaks.

You groan, “This again, seriously guys, it’s fine.”

“No, it's not, doll,” Hyunjin says, stepping before everyone. We know what it's like—” words die in his throat. You can see the wheels of his mind turning, a visible storm brewing beneath the surface. His brow creases in concentration, and his lips curl into a grimace that speaks of inner turmoil. The flicker of pain in his eyes is almost palpable as if each thought pierces through him like a shard of glass. Watching him grapple with this internal conflict sends a slow, painful ache deep within you, evoking a powerful sense of need to hold him, to vanquish any negative thoughts he might have.

Jisung comes up behind him, squeezing his shoulder. “We just want to remind you how beautiful you are,” Jisung smiles at you.

“This is all sweet, guys, but I can't change my opinion of myself just because you say some nice things about me,” you say, feeling bashful and uneasy. Your emotions well up at the idea of your friends attempting to cheer you up, but you know it's not that simple.

“You're right,” Chan pipes, his sudden voice booming off the walls, “It won’t change your mind, but maybe showing you will.” he strides across the room and suddenly grasps your jaw, angling you forward into his embrace and sealing your lips with his. His kiss is demanding and hungry, begging for entrance into your mouth, and with a gasp, you let him in. It is a wave of emotions: shock, anger, embarrassment, and above all else, lust.

Your hands, resting on Chan’s chest to push him away, steadily creep up into his hair, pulling at his roots, which release a low rumble from his chest. Your tongue dances with a secret rhythm, finding each other's warmth. You both pause, feeling the need to catch your breath after the intense moment, and you find yourselves gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Time seems to stand still as you're locked in this powerful and captivating gaze until the moment is interrupted by Minho's cough, demanding your attention.

Suddenly, that same steaming lust is replaced by heating embarrassment. Your cheeks radiate heat, and you can already tell your face is as red as a tomato.

Oh. My. God

You take two steps backward, only to fall into Seungmin’s arm. “Hey pup,” he whispers, sending chills down your spine. “Can I show you as well?”

He takes your shocked expression as hidden permission and tilts your head to meet his lips. His kiss is a beautiful contrast to Chan's - gentle and deliberate. He savors each movement of your lips, his touch sending tingles down to your core, and your longing for the kiss to deepen grows with each passing moment. The way his hand cradles your face, the warmth of his breath against your skin, and the soft brush of his lips against yours make your insides coil.

It's not long before you're guided away from Seungmin's lips and directed to another pair. Jisung gently pulls you forward to connect his lips with your own.

You're completely hypnotized by Jisung’s kiss and the way Seungmin presses the full weight of his body to your backside. Different pairs of hands skim your body, coating your skin with goosebumps. You feel multiple pairs of lips wet your exposed skin, what little there is, until you feel a pair of hands gripping the slim fabric and trying to pull it off your body.

You pull away from Jisung to find Minho trying to pry off your clothes. “Can we, kitten? Can we show you just how beautiful you are?”

Your head nods faster than you can think about what's happening around you, but that's all Minho needs. He grabs your wrists, pulls you away from the rest of the group, and guides you to a nearby bedroom.

Everyone follows behind, prowling like your their prey. Minho makes you stand in the center of the room, presenting you like a main course. He comes face to face with you, staring at you for one last sign of permission. You allowed your hand to guide you, resting it on his cheek. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and releasing a soft purr at the sensation.

Not a moment later, his hands find your waist, squeezing and tugging you closer to him. You let your body fall into his warmth and let your lips collide with his. He’s lost in the way you taste, the way your tongues demand dominance with one another. His hands travel to the band of your pants, unbuttoning them and dragging them down along with himself. He ends up on his knees, kissing your now exposed legs. His smirk is devilish, shining with a hidden mischief.

He places a soft kiss on your clothed pussy, his eyes staring at the small wet patch you’ve stained. He smirks up at you, “Someone keep her occupied while I’m busy down here.”

Minho hooks his fingers into the band of your panties and pulls them down. You watch his head dip to your now-exposed sex. He darts his tongue out to place kitten licks across your folds, but soon, the taste of you takes over any sense of control he has left in him. He dives his head between your legs, struggling to get his tongue across your entire pussy; all the while, your shaking legs get weak, and you have no choice but to grab hold of his hair for balance.

Whimpers fill the room, your eyes shut tight, and your insides begin to turn. Everyone in the room has held their breath to watch you shake under Minho’s influence.

Finally, Jeongin emerges from the small group of guys in the room. He strides toward you with an effortless grace, each movement deliberate and fluid. His shoulders are back, exuding a calm, hidden confidence that draws your attention. There’s a glint in his eyes, and the subtle curve of his lips makes you buzz with excitement. As he closes the distance, the air around him almost crackles with unspoken energy. Your eyes are blown with lust, and your body trembles with how small you appear under his intense gaze.

His hand cradles your jaw, compelling you to meet his gaze. His iron-like grip makes you fold under his touch, “you look so pretty like this,” he says softly. The sounds Minho is dragging out of your throbbing cunt echo throughout the room. You lean into Jeongins touch, and your eyes inevitably dart to where the rest of the guys are groping their hard-ons. Felix and Jisung already have their dicks out, their hand pumping slowly while they watch the scene unfold. Chan stands silently in the corner, his hands crossed as he studies your eyes.

“Look at me, baby,” Jeongin demands, his grip on your jaw pulling you back. Minho begins to swirl his tongue along your sensitive nub, which makes you whimper. Jeongin’s gaze grows darker, and he sucks in a breath, “we need to quiet the pretty mouth of yours,” he says…” suck on my fingers.”

Your eyes are drawn to him, fixating on the way his face glimmers in the light, the sinister smile spreading across his lips like a shadow creeping over the sun, but before you can answer or protest, he’s shoving two fingers past your lips to suck on.

You hum around his fingers, twirling your tongue around the digit, savoring the sweet-salty taste. You initially believed that you would despise the experience, yet surprisingly, you find yourself relishing the sensation. It envelops you like a warmth you didn’t anticipate, awakening feelings you didn't expect to enjoy. His other hand steadily sneaks to grab hold of your clothed breast, squeezing the soft flesh; it makes you buck under his touch, grinding on Minho’s face.

Minho breaks away from your cunt, your arousal dripping down his chin. “Fuck, you taste so good” You gasp away from Jeongin’s fingers from the loss of Minho’s tongue and look down at his blown-out eyes. He looks high, high off the taste of you, and it's clear he isn’t done.

“I want a taste dammit!” Jisung whines.

“Well then, come get it, crybaby.” Minho stands and walks confidently over to Jisung. He stands tall, his chest rising slowly in front of him. He can see the temptation in his eyes, and you can sense Jisung’s mind turning with need, debating right from wrong. He stands tall, his chest rising and falling with each measured breath as if trying to steady himself amidst the swirling emotions. The temptation glimmers in his eyes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty. You can almost feel the weight of Jisung's internal struggle; his mind races with conflicting thoughts, torn between the allure of what he wants and the moral compass guiding him toward what is right. Each moment seems to stretch as he grapples with his impulses, caught in a delicate dance between longing and restraint.

Soon, Minho becomes impatient with Jisung’s uncertainty and takes matters into his own hands. He grasps the back of Jisung’s neck, pulling him flat against his own lips. You can see your own arousal mixed with how their lips dance, and it sends a newfound tingle straight to your core.

“You like that babydoll?” Changbin speaks, coming forward next to Jeongin. You nod your head, slightly mesmerized by how Jisung and Minho have entwined themselves.

“Then keep watching,” Changbin whispers in your ear as his hand slowly sneaks down to your core, toying with your folds. He rubs your clit for only a little while, swirling what’s left of your wetness around your entrance until, finally, he dips one of his fingers into you. He sinks deep inside you, almost making you fall backward onto the bed.

Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, and Changbin only smirks. Jeongin stares at your fucked out expression, mesmerized by how your body reacts to different touches. “We should lay her down so everyone can have a turn.” Felix’s voice makes you jump, which evidently makes you roll on Changbins finger. You moan loudly as he finds that secret gummy spot within you. “Lix is right,” Hyunjin pipes.

“Fine by me.” Changbin slowly guides you to lay your back on the bed, his finger never leaving you.

Changbins finger slowly start to pump within your walls and you moan at the feeling of his girthy finger twirling inside you. You're not entirely sure how, but somehow, someone removed your flimsy shirt, revealing your breasts practically spilling out of your bra.

Hyunjin gawks at them, drooling at the sight. Changbin leans by your side, watching you thrive under his manipulation, and then you feel him add another finger. You're too distracted by Changbins skilled fingers to tell Hyunjin he can have his fill if he wants to; the only sounds leaving your lips are small moans. So, instead of speaking, you grab Hyunjins jaw and slowly guide him to your chest. He takes the hint right away and shines a pretty boy smile. He starts placing small kisses along your bra before diligently reaching under you to unclasp your bra, leaving you bare before the eight men in the room.

Hyunjin lets out a small “fuck” at the sight, but soon he’s attaching his lips to a hardened nipple and sucking on the bud like his life depends on it. The sensation of both Changbin’s and Hyunjin’s efforts makes your body arch into them, and you start to feel the coil in your lower belly begin to break.

Your moans are louder, Changbin’s hand pumps faster, and the air in the room is so thick your breath quickens. “I- I’m gonna-”

“We know, sweetheart, let go,” Felix whispers in your ear. When the hell did he get here?

Changbin can feel you clenching around his fingers, but he decides to add to your pleasure by pressing his tongue flat against your clit. You scream loudly as your first orgasm washes over you. Changbin only slowly his finger and keeps his tongue pressed against you, letting you ride the waves of your pleasure. Hyunjin stays where he is, switching from one nipple to the other, clearly content.

Felix cradles you between his legs, making you more comfortable in his arms as he caresses your hair. “You did so well for us, sweets.” You can barely keep your eyes open, but a deeper part of you knows you are not done, that they aren’t done.

“You taste so sweet, angel.” Hyunjin lifts his head from one of your nipples.

“Come ooon, your hoggin her!” Seungmin starts. Hyunjin disappears from your line of sight, his hand disappearing between his legs.

Jisung and Minho have separated from each other to observe the scene. Your head feels heavy, resting against Felix’s thigh. You loll your head back and forth across his thigh until you come face to face with Felix’s red mushroom tip. It already leaks precum, which makes your mouth water with need.

Your tongue pokes out to lick a small strip up Felix’s waiting dick. He hisses at the contact. The salty, bitter taste tastes so sweet on your tongue that it makes your mouth loll out to take his whole length down your throat. His hand comes over to push your hair out of your face; it's not the most comfortable position - Your body still between Felix’s legs while your neck is at an angle where you can reach his swollen member. The rest of the guys watch your struggle, your legs still twitching from your orgasm.

“Thats it” Seungmin marches over to your body. You momentarily separate yourself from Felix’s cock, only so Seungmin can flip you over on your stomach. You reattach your lips onto Felix’s member while Seungmin plays with the flesh of your ass, squeezing and massaging.

You can’t see him, but you can just imagine what he must look like. His body bare to the world, his leaking cock begging to be swallowed whole until you feel two of his digits delicately rubbing against your folds. He plays with you for a moment, watching you moan around Felix’s cock from the overstimulation.

The vibrations of your moan send shivers down Felix’s spine. His hand comes back down to hold your head; you can feel his restraint, not wanting to cross any hidden barriers.

Seungmin spreads your legs as wide as they can, and he sneaks his way between them, letting his cock rub up and down your waiting folds. The idea of finally being full, finally getting the sensation you’ve been craving, especially without the barrier of a condom, makes your whole body buzz.

“You ready, pup? Condom or not, you better tell me now,” Seungmin says.

Without answering, you push your ass against him. You're on birth control, and you know the risks, but you simply can’t find it in yourself to care; you’re so full of need, and lust simmers off your skin.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans and pushes only the tip past your walls. You are still halfway past Felix’s cock, enjoying the initial stretch. “Pussy so warm and tight,” he moans, pushing further into you. You let out a muffled whine; he’s isn’t as girthy as you expected, but he long. He hits all the right places, curving upward, every ridge and vein, making it impossible not to roll your eyes at the feeling.

Your eyes are screwed tight while your lips are occupied. Seungmin finally pushes his full length inside you; in doing so, he pushes you further down Felix’s cock. Seungming’s hips collide with your ass cheeks, and your lips meet with Felix’s groin. You feel so full, so stretched, and oh so good.

You coke a little on Felix, and he immediately removes his hand from the back of your head. “Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he rushes with his words. He takes you off his cock, watching your face for any signs, but all you do is smirk. With Seungmin inside you and squeezing your hips, you're so lust-driven that you don’t care if your throat burns a little. So, you guide his hand back to the back of your head and lower your lips back to his dripping member. He lets out a guttural groan as your tongue presses flat against his length.

Seungmin watches Felix lose himself in your mouth, “Jesus fucking Christ,” he whispers out, and with that, he starts to move his hip. He starts slow, letting his cock drag against your walls.

Felix’s hand guides your head up and down his length, your spit spilling down your chin and Seungmins cock picking up pace. He has no need to be fast or brutal, but you can feel he wants to be embedded in you; he wants you to remember how deep he is. So he keeps his steady pace, not too fast but pressing deep into your stomach.

Like Seungmin before, you don’t see him, but Hyunjin appears at your side, letting his hands roam your body. His rough fingertips make the sensation of Seungmin’s cock heighten. “Look at you, you're beautiful,” Hyunjin praises.

Your body feels warm from his praise, but it is quickly replaced with a sharp pain from the smack Seungmin lets out on your left ass cheek. He lets it form a pretty pink mark before slapping another to your right cheek, matching it well. Your moans are muffled by your focus on Felix’s cock, but you can feel the swell of your tears forming.

Felix’s eyes have never been so focused on you or so dark. You dare to make eye contact with him, letting him see the tears form and one fall across your cheek.

He flushes at the sight. Your mouth is stuffed full of HIS cock, and your teary eyes overflowing; your cheeks are flushed pink, and your hands grip his thighs like you don’t want to be pulled away from him.

There are so many hands, so many touches, and so many feelings that you are so overwhelmed with sensations and emotions that you can’t tell when one starts or when one ends.

Seungmin releases a loud moan when he feels you clenching around his member…and he snaps. Letting pure instinct take control. His hands hold your hips, and he starts railing into your pussy like never before. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he lets out with each pound he makes into you.

At this point, you don’t have to lift your head. You let Seungmin push and pull your pack, making a perfect rhythm on Felix’s dick.

That familiar coil in your stomach builds quicker than before. “Fuck I can feel you clenching,” Sungmin moans, “are you gonna cum again, pup?”

You moan around Felix, which makes his head fall back. “Fucking cum on my cock” Seungmin makes his last few thrust prominent, making sure you never forget the feeling of his dick inside you. He shoots white spurts of cum into your cunt. You don’t know if it was the feeling of being full or the fact that you haven't had a dick inside you for the better part of 2 years, but you cum again. You spasm around his dick like crazy, legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Felix visibly shakes from your orgasm, and it makes him shoot his load straight down your throat. You hold your head still, letting your mouth take the full capacity of his load, not letting a single drop slip. Once you lift your head, you make a dramatic show out of swallowing down his load and opening your mouth to him as proof.

Seungmin releases your hips, and your legs flop like jello as you roll over onto your back. “I’m sorry, bunny, but I need you” All you can muster is a small moan before Changbin pulls your body to the end of the bed aligning his cock along your throbbing entrance. He wastes no time shoving his needy cock all the way into you, kissing your bruised cervix. You make a weak attempt to squirm away, your over-sensitive walls making your whole body burn.

He grabs hold of your hips, making a low growl. “Fuck how are you still so tight.” His cock pulls in and out of your hole, and your legs weakly wrap around his waist. He pistons his hips in and out of you. Sounds that can only be described as pornographic bounce throughout the room, leaving the rest of the men to watch the scene unfold before them.

“Hey kitten, remember me?” he whispers. Minho comes into view above you.

Changbin doesn’t let up from his pace, hitting your gummy walls perfectly every time. You crane your head up to look at Minho, staring down at you. He looks lethal from here, his body coated in a sheer sheet of sweat, his bare chest in clear view, and his devilish smirk shining brightly.

Your whole body shakes from how rough Changbin is being with you, but you don’t mind. You love the slight pain he inflicts on your used cunt, you love the way they look at you, like your food, and they are starved.

“Is our little binnie treating you well?” Minho leans down to ghost your ear.

His voice makes your body clench, “fuck yes, bunny, keep doing that,” Changbin growls.

“Does it feel good?” Minho's voice grows impossibly lower. Your face crunches up tight in pleasure.

His hands dig bruises into your hips, “so good for us. Look at how well you take Binnie.” Minho sneaks his hand across your body, inching down to where you and Changbin connect. He finds your overly sensitive nub in no time and starts rubbing circles. Your body squirms, but both Changbin and Minho hold you still.

“You can do it, baby” Minho whispers in your ear. You didn’t notice your orgasm building because your whole body hums with aftershocks.

“I can’t- please, I can’t.”Your voice comes out as a strangled cry, tears in your eyes. But deep down, you know you can handle what they’re doing; in fact, you crave their dominance, their control—you crave them.

“Oh yes, you can, kitten,” his voice grows wild. In fact, you're gonna do it now,” his finger presses flat against your nub.

You come undone with a scream, shaking a spasaming out of control. It's not until you realize Changbin has finished his thrusts in you that you see your arousal dripping down his chest.

“Look at that pretty, you squirted all over Binnie” Hyunjin smiles that big teethy smile.

Changbin pulls out of you with a gutted groan, while Minho moves his hands so he can rub delicate circles along your hips.

You think you might pass out with how heavy your body feels. Jisung’s eager body comes jumping into view.

You can barely lift your eyelids, until you feel the softness of Jisungs lips connect with yours. You lean in, heart racing, trying your best to kiss him back. Every inch of you longs for this moment to stretch into eternity. Yet, despite your desire, your body feels heavy and immobile, like a weighted blanket draped over the soft sheets. You feel the warmth of his lips against yours, but the sensation of the mattress pulling you down makes it difficult to fully engage in the kiss.

Jisung pulls away for a brief moment, his warm brown eyes glinting in the soft light. A gentle smile spreads across his face as he leans closer. “It’s okay, pretty,” he murmurs, his voice soothing and tender. As he reaches up, his hand gently pats your head in a comforting gesture. “Next time,” he promises, his expression filled with sincerity, assuring you that this won’t be the end.

Jisung nods to Minho as they both help you to sit up. Thick drips of cum slide down your legs, and the warmth of it makes you clench, sending more down your thighs.

Both Minho and Jisung stare at it, watching it slowly run down. You look down, noticing only Jisung has a thumping red tip leaking precum, but Minho's pretty cock lays limp. “Was Felix not enough for you kitten?” Minho answer your hidden thoughts.

You lick your lips at his words. He smirks, “Why don’t you take care of Jisungie? I’m all good.” He nods to the small wet patch glistening on his lower stomach.

You bite your lip at the thought of Minho getting off at all the dirty scenes that unfolded. You look back to Jisung’s pleading eyes, and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

You lower your head, sticking your tongue out to tease him, only giving him small kitten licks. You feel his hands across your head patting it, until he grips your hair tightly. He forces you to look up at him, giving him a perfect show of how your neck stretches. “What do you do if it's too much?” he says.

You bite your lip, “squeeze two times to stop, once to slow down”

“Good girl” he calls and then he aligns your lips back down to his cock, slowly pushing it into your mouth.

Your sole focus is keeping your lips tightly around his member and lolling your tongue so it drags along his bass. Jisung moans at the feeling of your warm wet mouth coating his cock, and soon he's slowly thrusting his hips into your throat. You don’t need to move your head at all, you just keep your head steady as Jisung does all the work. His tip hit the back of your throat making you gag around his cock, his hips stutter for a moment, but your lips keep their hold.

Jisung groans and picks his pace back up again, thrusting his hips into your throat. It's not long after he’s shooting his cum down said throat and your humming from the sweet salty taste.

*****

After everything you went through your body still tingles. You can feel Binnie’s cum still dripping down your legs, and your throat is sore from how Jisung used it, but still, you couldn’t be happier. Chan carries you to the tub where they’ve runned you a bath. They thought of everything, from the bath bomb to the water temperature.

You can hear the rumble of Chan’s giggles when he sees your blissed face.

He carefully lets you rest your back to the edge of the bathtub, letting your body soak in the warm water. He pulls his arm from underneath you and kisses your head. " Let me know when you're ready,” he whispers and attempts to leave, but you grab hold of his arm.

“No,” you let out, unable to produce many words. His warmth was so comforting when he carried you, and you were surrounded by so much warmth the last thing you wanted was the warmth to walk away, especially his.

“Huh,” he looks at you, worried written all over his face.

“Don’t go,” you whine, your pouty lips beckoning him back.

He lets out a small laugh and nods his head forward. You lean forward, allowing him to slip his body into the tub and behind you.

You rest against his back, basking in his and the warmth of the water. You cuddle close to him…until you feel…it.

Your eyes pop at his hard member poking your side. And thats when you realize Chan didn’t really have a proper chance at you. You angle your head to look up at him, seeing that he’s staring back down at you. He’s silent, with a smile that stretches to his eyes.

You realize that this probably wouldn't have happened if it weren’t for him. A warm smile spreads across your face as you vividly recall the memory that sparked this whole chain of events, and you can’t help but notice how your entire body reacts - each heartbeat a little stronger, each thought a little bit more confident than the last.

You move slightly to where you're straddling his lap, his member only a slight shift of your hips away from entering your already spent hole.

“Wha-what are you doing, babygirl?”

Instead of finding the right words, you draw closer and press your lips against his. You kiss him with the same passion you once showed him and with a new confidence. You can’t find the words to thank him, so you try to show it.

You can feel the soft brush of his lips and the familiar scent of him enveloping you, creating a cocoon of intimacy. In this moment, gratitude fills you to the brim, but the words elude your tongue. Instead of speaking, you pour all your unspoken thanks into the kiss, hoping he senses the depth of your feelings—the joy, the longing, and the overwhelming passion you have for him.

You roll your hips slightly, his cock sliding along your entrance; you both sigh at the feeling. “But-wait-” but again, you don’t let him finish; you're already lifting your hips so his length slides into your waiting hole.

Chan lets out a low growl when he bottoms out inside you, kissing your cervix. You hiss at the stretch; it's painful, especially since your walls are bruised and swollen. He takes his time, letting you get used to the added stretch of his length. You bite your lip as the pain quickly subsides into a throbbing pleasure.

Thankfully, when Chan starts to rock his groin into you, he starts slow, knowing you're sore and worn out - still, you can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips, “I know babygirl, just hold on tight to me,” he calls.

You grip his shoulder like a vice as he slowly uses your cunt. You see his face scrunch up in pleasure; you can tell he suppressing the urge to abuse your cunt; you can feel it in the way his hands squeeze your side, almost leaving indents in your hips. You lean your head against his shoulder, your hips trying to match his pace.

You want him to have his way, to let go. “Why are you being so gentle with me?” you finally ask. You could feel the goosebumps coating his skin as you spoke those words.

“I don’t want to hurt you, you're already-” you cut him off with your lips pressed to his. Of course, he would think about you before himself, that was always him…but not tonight.

“I want more, please Chan” You lean back so you can lock his eyes, knowing the one thing to make his control snap, “Please d-daddy, give me more”

His whole body stills. For a second you think you went too far, that you read him wrong, but his eyes turn dark and his grip turns knuckle white.

“Okay baby” he breathes, “just relax for me Daddy will make it feel good”

The night ended with Chan’s cum mixed with Seungmin’s and Binnies, you were spent and tired, but happy, oh so happy.

Your voice was horse, your body numb and satisfied. That night, you slept in Chan’s arms, wrapped in a cozy blanket, and the sounds of his steady breathing were all you needed for that last push to sleep.

****

In the days that followed, a palpable tension hung in the air, punctuated by stolen glances and fleeting moments that seemed to stretch the boundaries of time. Each shared smile felt electric, igniting a spark that lingered in the spaces between you. You were always aware that if you ever experienced any moments of doubt or uncertainty, they would be right there to remind you just how truly extraordinary and remarkable you are.

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HOW DKB WOULD REACT TO FINDING YOU MASTURBATING

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this is just my thoughts on the matter and it's okay if you disagree, this is just fiction. i'm not saying this is how dkb is and this post should not be taken seriously.

dkb coming home to find their partner in bed, touching themself and not having noticed suddenly not being alone !

cw: masturbation (reader), slight dom/sub dynamic (d1, heechan), semi-voyeurism (gk), taking pictures/videos (lune), implied oral (reader receiving) (yuku), implied sex (harry-june)

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changmin would be flustered finding you like that. i mean, he gets that it's something you do. he knows he works a lot and so to expect you not to take care of business yourself would be kinda insane. i can see him giving you your privacy and going to wait somewhere else at home, maybe even taking care of himself if that image of you is stuck in his head. "hey..." as soon as he sees you again, having been patiently waiting on the couch. "in the future... what would you like me to do?" he's open to your needs and prefers knowing what you'd like him to do if he ever found you like that again.

dongil would sneak up on you, either he can't see what you're doing or he knows damn well; it doesn't make a difference, suddenly you just hear him whisper in your ear; "couldn't even wait for me?" such a little shit, cos after that he's urging you to keep going and pretend he's not there, as if you don't need him after such a greeting, your own hands very much underperforming with the possibility of his help. dongil though... he'll help if you beg him to, of course he will; you're his love, but that doesn't mean he won't take any and all chances to tease the fuck out of you. afterwards though he just says "you could've asked when i was home. you could've even told me why you were asking and i'd be here in a flash." but hey he's not complaining about finding you 'compromised'.

nervous boy! there are a lot of thoughts going through gwanghyun's head and at the same time, he feels like his head is absolutely empty. meanwhile, you look like a dream, lying in your shared bed, writhing, letting all your noises out that come naturally and he's mesmerised. as he hears a small 'hyunie?' he comes over to the side of the bed and kisses you softly, first on your lips and then your forehead. "hi sweetie. are you okay?" he absolutely lets you nuzzle into him, joining you in bed for the ultimate after-orgasm snuggle. 'were you watching for long?' "yeah, i'm sorry, you just looked and sounded so so good, i couldn't help myself."

heechan would almost be skipping, happy to be home to you, until he turns the corner to your bedroom. it's not that he's not still very happy to see you, it is that he's very happy to see you. it's really like a switch, hunger filling his body. "honey, what are you doing?" the air is thick and heavy. you hadn't been told to ask for permission, per se, but it was an established routine, that if you were feeling needy, you'd ask him if you can touch yourself, and if he had the time, he'd even call you to listen to your whines and maybe even speak you through it. now, you could tell him 'not now' and he'd drop it immediately; if you're not in the mood, you're not in the mood, but the way you turn around to face him with big eyes tells him to continue. "handling your pleasure is my job. now, hands off and let me do it."

unless given explicit permission, sungmin is exiting stage right, letting you do that on your own. but if given said permission, he might just stay and watch. pretty recognises pretty, and lord does he find you pretty. and it's a perfect scene in front of him; his lovely partner writhing on a messy bed, warm sunlight seeping in and bathing you in a golden colour. "pretty..." is being muttered under his breath as he cannot possibly tear his eyes off of you in all your beautiful glory. if it is something you like, he might even pull out his phone and start taking pictures and videos. he loves showing you his perspective; how gorgeous he finds you, and having some visuals for later also doesn't hurt.

junseo, the forever softie that he is, would shed all unnecessary clothes and join you in bed. you'd been with your back to the door and too preoccupied with yourself to notice the doors being unlocked and locked, opened and closed. he'd quickly snake his strong arms around you and pull you flush to his body; your back resting against his chest and your ass against his crotch. "hello, little love, do you need any help?" he's dead serious. because if you wanna just get off with your own practised technique and skills, he'd be happy to hold you and kiss you as you shake in his arms, but if you were to say yes, he wouldn't even take a breath before his fingers are on you, finding their own rhythm to please you with.

yuku moves around very quietly usually, which makes it hard to hear when he's walking into rooms, especially when that isn't what's on the forefront of your mind. you jump, a shiver rushing down to your core as you suddenly see him in front of you, smiling. he's scanning your face and making sure you're not uncomfortable with him being there, and then he asks; "would you like me to do that for you?" he loves making you feel good, especially giving you head, so he'll take every chance he can get for that. when you nod, he slowly brings his hand to your hair and starts stroking, calming your wild hair, before moving down to lay down on his stomach, his head between your thighs, looking up at you and kissing the soft skin. "lay back and relax, darling."

unlike yuku, there'd be nothing subtle or sneaky about harry. you'd hear an "oh baby" coming from the door to the bedroom, turning to look, seeing harry standing there with a wolfish smile. he'd look like he's ready to pounce. he wouldn't be able to stay put for long and he's quickly making his way over and jumping onto the bed, big hand running under you to hold on your back, lifting you up so that he can kiss you hungrily, ending it with breathing out something like "fuck, you're hot". it's probably likely you end up having sex with him. he couldn't see you like that and not fuck you. you still got your orgasm anyway.

starting this at 6 am, not having slept in like 21 hours you're welcome... this is what happens but unfortunately, i can't just sleep-deprive myself to get writing when i have to have enough energy to work in a kindergarten... (update on day of posting - this has been sitting on my drafts for a while and ig i'm posting it now as a sorry for being so slow at getting the kinktober days out and i thank you for your patience)

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