#changbin thots

[lix-ables]

Skz when their s/o loves leaving stratches on their back during intercourse, how would they react to that?

WAIT I GOT TO THIS SO SO LATE AAAAAAAAA (screaming for this and for answering late omg) but oml lemme tell you come hither UGH !!

bf!skz love showering you with attention in any which way that they can, because thats literally what they want to do, especially during sex.

𓋼 CHAN, LINO, CHANGBIN, HAN+INNIE : at first it would widen their eyes, mostly in a good way. they wouldn't expect you to be primal/leaving scratches/lightly bite them in bed, but they would think it so so hot. im taking they have stars in their eyes, pussy drunk most of the time, and have nothing in their heads except you.

"fuck, do that again baby," would come their reply, a grunt leaving them as they thrust into you. or maybe like, let's say you're riding their thigh/they're eating you out so good, your hands are either scratching down their back, clinging onto their shoulders or tugging on their hair — mostly the first one though.

"guess someone likes it when i do this hm?" expect TEASING !! loads! of! it! ( tagging @mnwrld @comet-falls AND @chriscentric for this bc ✨suffer✨ )

𓋼 HYUNJIN, FELIX, SEUNGMIN : would be surprised by it, but would actually like it nonetheless. it's you ofc, how could they say no. wouldn't be the type to ask you to do it again, but a shiver FOSHO travels down their spine and make their dicks twitch because it's so so hot. omg they'd tease you about it the next day, showing you the pinkish marks on their backs. "look at what you did. someone's gonna think you're an animal," would come their reply, walking behind you, asking you to maybe try it once again. "i mean you are, in bed. but i love it."

[chvnnie]

high 3racha 👀

i—

i’m doing to three different sections instead of one big one? hehe

SMUT — MINORS DIN

“That’s it, baby.” Chan mumbles. His fingers are tangled in your hair, back pressed against sweaty chest. Buried to the brim, he moves his hips in slow, rough circles. Making sure that you feel every ridge of his cock. His other hand hooks around your body, a joint neatly sitting between his pointer and middle finger. “Open.”

You let your lips part, allowing him to place the end on them. Eyes fluttering shut as you inhale, warm smile rolling down your overheated body. The drag you take is long. Longer than it should be considering your position. Once you’ve had your fill, you wrap a hand around his wrist, moving him away.

The exhale feels like your first breath ever; long, deep, filling your lungs so deeply it makes your body tingle. Do you moan from the sensation, or your boyfriend’s cock? Everything is fuzzy — you feel too good to try to figure out why.

“Good girl.” His voice is deep and raspy, usual when he’s been smoking. Placing the joint back on his own lips, he shoves your head back down. Mattress creaking when your cheek hits it.

Your fingers grip on the sheets, the cool cotton making your toes curl. It’s nice, soothing. Whereas Chan had started to become rough again, only easing up for that fleeting moment to share the joint.

This is a first for you. Though your highs have crossed over many times, it hasn’t occurred to either of you to fuck during it. Too hungry, too anxious, too focused on whatever was distracting you from each other’s bodies.

When you got home, Chan was already high. Sitting at the desk in his office, bong in his lap as he clicked through a porn site. He didn’t hear you walk in the room, hazy gaze locked in on the pretty girl in the video.

You sneak up behind him, rubbing his shoulders as you lean over his chair. “What are you doing, Channie?” You whisper in his ear, giggling when he jumps a bit in surprised.

“Missed you.” The words are almost inaudible, soft and groggy. His attention torn between you and the screen. “I couldn’t—I needed. Fuck, baby, I’m so hard—“

You coo, walking to sit in his lap. His arm hooks around your waist, pulling you firmly into his body. Even if he hadn’t had told you, it was more than obvious. Erection pressed against your ass, perfectly positioned for you to tease him a bit. Wiggling as you take the bong from him.

“Play the video.”

It was only a matter of time — how much is up for debate. Stumbling into your shared bedroom, shakily tearing at each other’s clothes. The only pause was for Chan to roll a questionable joint, desperate to combine the high of the weed and your body.

If anything, the high makes your boyfriend more attentive. Balancing himself with a hand on your hip while the other moves from your hair. Sliding down your body in search of your clit.

He’s rough, hips hitting your ass with such an intensity that you wouldn’t be surprised if you bruise.

“F-fuck, Chan.” Your cries are weak, laced with a mind numbing, life altering pleasure. Head rolling back, you glance over your shoulder.

Like a God, well defined and beautiful. Sweat sparkles off his skin, hair disheveled from your fingers. His eyes are shut, taking a long, heavy hit of the joint. Only when he exhaled does he look at you. Smiles lazily.

“My pretty baby.” It’s like a purr, perfectly in tune to fingers teasing your clit. “I love this perfect cunt.”

You whimper, rolling your hips to meet his. Eager, needy. So dizzy you think you’d fall over without him. “Feel ‘o good. So b-big—“

“You like it?” He chuckles when you cry out, the hard thrust hitting you in all the right ways. “It’s all for you, sweetheart.”

Chan stops, cock only midway in. You’re tempted to fuss, to beg him to continue on. What comes over you? What makes you move on your own, hips rolling back as you start to fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it.” He puts the nub of the joint out in the ashtray, hand coming in contact with your ass. The impact makes your knees buckle. “Show me how much your pretty pussy loves my cock.”

It’s all hazy. Dizzy. Cold, hot. Like a tornado erupting in your bedroom, helping you find a pace that brings the prettiest moans from your boyfriend. His fingers pinch your clit, rubbing in time with your hips.

Does he twitch first, or do you? It’s hard to tell.

“Make me cum, baby.” His voice is getting weaker, a deep whine as he rolls his head back.

Chan can’t help the way his body trembles as you start moving quicker, crying as your thighs begin to ache. He’s abusing your clit, pulling and rubbing with little care. Normally, it would be too much. Painful, even.

But now, it’s perfect. Clinching around him as he starts to fill you up without warning. Both experiencing an explosion of pleasure you’ve never felt before.

You’ll be damned if you don’t get it again.

///

There’s lipgloss on the pipe. When it meets Changbin’s lips, it’s stickier than he expects. Grape flavor, oddly complimenting the earth taste that fills his mouth as he breathes in. He takes it in deep, eyes fluttering shut. Body starting to tingle.

It’s removed from his lips, a pretty purple shimmer left as evidence. He doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t exhale. Allowing his other senses to take the lead — hears the pipe hit the table, feels your cold fingers thread through his silver locks.

Tastes grape when you kiss him, softly parting his lips with your tongue.

He moans as the smoke is shared with you. It’s the way you tug on his hair, the warmth of your tongue on his. Nothing in the world will ever be as sweet as your kisses, yet they always feel better when he’s like this. Addictive, as if this is the source of his high.

“Binnie, Binnie.” You mumble when your lips part, tapping the tip of his lightly until he finally opens his eyes again. Beautiful isn’t a strong enough word for you; the purple bra you’re wearing is the perfect shade, panties so soft and sweet with a bow that matches. Fuck, Changbin wants your lips back. “I feel good.”

“Yeah?” He smiles at you, tongue peeking out and wetting his lips. Another taste. “Me too, baby.”

Your legs are over his lap, tucked into his side on the tour bus couch. He gets chills as your hands run down his body, starting to trace the intricate designs sketched into his skin. The moment feels like it could last forever; dizzy, tangled. Nothing else outside the bus matters, everything important between the tiny metal walls.

A line is drawn across his chest tattoo, hooking under the golden chain he wears everyday. Thin, your initial attached to it. Charm between your fingers, you rub the cold metal until it’s warm.

“Don’t want you to go.” The confession is whisper by his ear, breath fanning on his neck.

“Me neither.” Changbin squeezes your bare thigh, watching the flesh mold around his fingers. “But I have a show to play. I’ll be back.”

You lift your head up, lips in a sweet pout. “Stay?”

“Baby, you know I can’t—“

He didn’t even notice that you had let go of his necklace, or that you grabbed the hand on your thigh. It wasn’t under he felt something soft and damp that he looked down — fingers laced together, pressing his palm firmly against your clothed core.

“Are you sure?”

Time has to go on. It can’t stay still in the tiny bus — but Changbin is fine wasting it when it comes to you. The tint windows have started to fog, hands pressed firmly against the glass. The rockstar hasn’t moved an inch, still seated on the couch, only with his head rolled back. And your knees caging him in.

Calloused hands grip onto you, kneading your ass as his tongue sloppily works your folds. His nose is pressed against your clit, nudging side to side to make you spill pretty moans.

“Bin.” You cry out, looking down to see his redden eyes on you. Not once has he looked away from you, watching your chest heave, the way your lips part in pleasure.

Is the weed making him dizzy? Or is it you?

Parting from your folds to breath, he smiles up at you. “What, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, unable to even attempt to answer his questions. The high mixed with the rough way he’s eating you out has rendered you unable to think, let alone speak.

“Aw, cute.” He spits on your cunt, delighted at the sound you make. “Do you like daddy’s tongue that much?”

“Yes.” It’s shaky, and broken, and all you can give.

“Then fucking ride it.”

Using the grip on your ass, he pulls you down. Forcing you to suffocate him, moving you up and down his face. Tongue flat, flicking occasionally to make you squirm.

One hand on the window, the other grabs his hair again. Using the hold for support, you find your own tempo. Rolling your hips quickly, almost roughly, you use Changbin’s tongue the way he commanded you to.

“Damn it.” You curse, tears thick in your voice. “Daddy, y-you feel nice—“

He nips at your clit, a little harder than he meant to. When your thighs squeeze his head, he laughs. “Yeah? Don’t fucking stop.”

It’s sloppy, wet. The sound filling the bus, if not spilling out of it. You try your best to listen, to keep going and chasing a high that only he can bring. Twitching, crying, making his cock swell when you paint his face.

You let it end. Try to move. But he’s not budging. The weed has made him hungry, and he’s not stopping until he gets his fill.

///

The smoke looks pretty. Head roll back against the couch, Jisung watches the cloud float up, up, up. It twirls, morphing into different shapes. Before it reaches the ceiling — poof. All gone. Popped like a bubble, as if it was never there.

Hm. A lazy smile spreads across his face, eyelids fluttering until the eventually shut. What’s it like to be a cloud? He thinks it would feel…soft. Lighter than air, sometimes separating but always coming back together. Like a big piece of cotton candy. Sweet, soft, fluffy.

It feels like fingers tapping lightly under his chin. Raindrops, perhaps? The cloud moves with his head, looking down at his lap.

You. Bright eyed, hints of red dotting the whites. When he looks at you, the room is filled with giggles. Bouncy, the air that keeps him afloat.

“What?” He asks, voice low and steady. Softly, he runs his fingers through your hair. Needing to touch you, needing to feel weightless.

“Just admiring.” God, he knows he’s so fucking stoned, but your voice. Oh, it makes his chest ache wonderfully. A beautiful, lovely sound that keeps his heart beating. “You’re pretty, Sung.”

Heat creeps up his cheeks, turning them a deep rosy red. It feels silly, how shy you still make him. Nerves cause tiny rifts in the cloud, scrambling to pull himself back together so he doesn’t embarrass himself.

“Nah.” Is all he can manage, spinning too quickly to say much more.

You sit up, sitting where your head was just laying. Arms around his shoulders, scooting closer. Hips on top of hips, chests inches apart. The smile you wear he thinks is precious; it compliments you, like the oversized hoodie of his you’re tucked into.

“Don’t be silly.” You rub the tip of your nose against his, giggling when he does. His hands slip under the hoodie, resting on your waist. The lace of your panties makes his toes curl. “You’re the prettiest. Like. So pretty.”

God, he’s so in love with you. Needing you like the cloud needs the sky to keep itself alive.

“Kiss?” He whispers, not wanting the words to be heard by anyone else, as if you’re not all alone.

“How about a bunch?”

It’s sloppy, but neither of you mind it much. Time freezes in the sky; there’s no need to rush. All of it belongs to you two. Plenty of time to take it slow, to take in each other thoroughly. You taste like the sugary candy you shared earlier. It tastes so much better on your tongue.

When Jisung is with you, he feels whole. The lonely pieces of his soul suddenly filled. Patching him together, completing him beautifully.

His hands move up your body, feeling every inch of your warm skin. Always a bit handsy, it’s even more intense when he’s high like this. He can’t get enough of you, needing to feel all of you.

When his fingers brush the underside of your breasts, you whimper a little. Wiggling on his lap, perfectly sitting your barely clothed core on his growing erection. The panties you’re wearing are thin, the texture of his boxers felt through them. And oh, is it so so nice.

Your hips start to roll. Slow like the kisses, your press your cunt against him, moaning into his mouth. The pressure is just right, the rough sensation of lace and cotton scratching every inch you could ever have.

“Baby.” Jisung moans in your mouth, gripping onto your hips again. The hold is tighter, nails puncturing your skin. “Baby, baby, baby—“

“‘S good?” You part from his lips. Swollen, shiny with his spit and your own. Fuck, he needs them again.

Nodding, he uses his grip to push you down a little harder. Making it better for the both of you as his hips begin to roll like yours. Meeting in the middle, grinding against each other.

“So good.” It’s almost like at out of body experience. The high making him fuzzy, your cunt wetting his boxers so much that they stick to his cock. His pretty lips pout out, moaning deeply as he watches your bodies move to a tempo only the two of you can hear.

What is it about you that drives him so insane? Why can he never, ever get enough of you, no matter how much you fill him? The high would never be this good if you weren’t sharing it with him.

You yelp softly, thighs twitching around his body. Jisung looks back at you, brows furrowed just a bit.

“Baby?” He’s whining. He can’t help it. “It’s okay?”

Instead of answering, you kiss him again. Harder than before, clinging to him so fiercely as if he’ll float away. The fuzzy feeling in his stomach is getting out of control, cock throbbing and twitching, and—and—

“Jisung.” You’re nipping at his lip, small tears rolling down your cheeks. “You feel ‘o nice. Want t-to cum on you—“

“Fuck, please, baby?” Beg. Beg, beg, beg. When it comes to you, he’ll do and say anything. Not worthy enough in any way, praying you’ll give him a chance.

And every time—

The strength behind your orgasm takes your breath away. It’s drenching him, covering not only his boxers but the hem of his old t-shirt. Never have you ever squirted so much, so hard. Just for him.

It’s enough to bring him with you, not even a second after. Moaning loud enough to echo, floating higher and higher as he cries your name.

—you’re more than gracious.

[planetdream]

pornstar!changbin who the actresses love not only bc of his huge cock, but bc he’s a sweetheart on and off set. he seems so intimidating at first, somewhat of a resting bitch face, perceivably hard exterior—which is carried on by his role/persona in the films he’s typically in: a dominant man; whether he plays the bad boy or a home intruder—he gives dick hard and well. fucking his partner into any surface they’re bent or spread over; whether couch or kitchen counter.

but he's so painfully down to earth. before the scene, he'll chat it up with you if it's your first time working together. wants to get to know you, and make sure that you're completely safe and ready for the scenes you're shooting together. is interested in the things you like sexually, too—how you like to be touched, fucked and additionally, your hard no's. because when changbin fucks, he really fucks; and on top of all of that, he's a completely giver—wants to pleasure and fuck his co-star within an inch of their life. the money, is just a positive addition.

if you've shot together before, he's kind of a little shit. annoying you to no end—but it's worth it because you know he's gonna make up for it all with the way he fucks you. and you even tell him to give it to you harder this time. he'll jokingly ask if you can even handle all of him but he knows you take him the best out of all of the other people he fucks.

he gives it to you exactly how you want it. and to the viewers who watch clips of the film, the way he fucks you appears to be so intimate. forehead pressed to yours, staring straight into your eyes as he pile drives into you. burying his full, thick length to the hilt inside of you. occasionally pressing kisses to your forehead and cooing you through the stretch of his cock. he's a complete menace and he knows it, because while he's sweet, he's not afraid to brag about how many people have fallen in love with him and his cock. and with the way he fucks you, it's like he wants you to fall in love. suddenly he's thrusting into you and it's like all the cameras and the crew are long gone, and it's just you and changbin......

point being... I need him

[onlymingyus]

can we talk about woozi and changbin threesome please? like with their muscles??? it’s hard to not think about two of them in one room tbh

I should file this under attempted murder. This ask came in last night and I almost choked on my wine. The way I wanted to cry just googling photos for this post. I mean you all know that Jihoon is one of my ults and congrats, Changbin is my Stray Kids bias. YES I KNOW I HAVE A TYPE! 😭😭😭😭

(afab reader)

You wouldn't be doing much work during a threesome with Jihoon and Changbin. If it were up to Jihoon you'd do more but Changbin is simply whipped for you. He might be massive but he would still rather carry you than let you possibly stub your toe much less get tired during sex too quickly.

So while you are writhing on his tongue, your third or fourth orgasm, begging to have someone's cock in your mouth, Jihoon simply scoffs running his hand along your neck to wrap his hand around it making you look up at him. "He spoils you."

You can't help but to smile, you know he's right but you have become to accustomed to it. You even bat your lashes at Jihoon thinking that is going to get you more than his thumb pulling down your bottom lip as he purses his lips at you.

"She's so fucking good. God, baby cum on my tongue again." Changbin groans against your pussy, his forearms flexing as he tugs your hips closer to his mouth making you whimper. He was pushing you to a place of overstimulation and that was something Jihoon could get behind.

"Yeah, cum on his tongue again, Princess." Leaning across your body, Jihoon pushes his fingers between your pussy and Changbin's mouth to tease your clit making you almost sob out of pleasure. Your hand reaches out to wrap around Jihoon's cock, a low groan escaping his lips followed by a chuckle.

"How about two more orgasms for Changbin and then I might let you ride my cock? You can fucking work for it."

Hard Hours are now closed.

[mega-stellar]

I need Jesus. I feel dizzy.

[j-a-nuary]

Not to be too kinky on main but I just wanna lay with my head on a soft tummy and get my hair played with 🥵🥵🥵

[wegc]

omg thots on 3some w 3racha in the studio….???🫣 w the door unlocked..???? eek!!!

first thought is that a 3some with 3racha is genuinely a fucking dream because HELLO!!! two super fucking buff men fucking the shit out of you and one insatiable, greedy, pussy drunk brat sloppily kissing you all over? give it to me NOW!

i can just envision being caught by changbin and jisung when you and chan are making out on the studio couch, you perched securely on his lap with two firm hands groping your ass. chan usually locks the door, but this time he was careless, and perhaps he wanted changbin and jisung to witness how he gets to have you, all desperate and out of breath after he catches them staring at you far too many times.

when poor jisung opens the door, he can’t help the flush of his face and the overwhelming sensation of his cock stirring in his sweatpants because you look so fuckable, and your ass looks so soft, and god—would you grind your cunt like that above him?

changbin wants to reprimand chan; as their hyung, he should’ve been more cautious, more responsible—they produce music here every day and now the pair of you are moments from fucking each other right on the studio couch? but he doesn't say anything. how can he when his throat becomes drier than it has ever become? how can he say anything when he’s dreamt of you in this situation for so long? and when chan finally looks over and shyly laughs before beckoning him to take you next, how can he say no when he’s fisted his cock to this very scenario?

changbin would be rough and fast, pounding you from behind, slapping your ass, and yanking your hair, almost punishing you for being such a whore—for being so keen to endure three cocks one after the other. he prays to whatever deity out there that he earns the chance of doing this again because he needs to fuck your ass; that ought to teach you a lesson! if you wanna get fucked so bad, take all three of them at once!

“god—you’re fucking insatiable, aren’t you? you’d bend over for some dick anywhere, huh?”

and chan, who landed the two of you in this predicament in the first place, calls you his greedy little thing. he’d be temperate compared to the other two, cooing and laughing breathlessly in your face, peppering you with lingering, sloppy kisses and urging you to jerk hannie off as he takes care of you.

“you like that, pretty? yeah, i know baby—you gonna cry? feels that good? can’t go a day without being filled up, hm? i’ll give it to you.”

and jisung, dirty little jisung who wants it messy—who yearns to spit in your mouth and have you choke and gag on his sore, thick cock as you’re getting fucked. jisung, who smears your mascara down your flushed cheeks and ensures you leave stains of your lipstick on his dick—he needs you to be a fucking mess.

“always so proper around everyone else—stupid slut for us though, yeah? tell me you like being used like this—nothing but a hole for us, yeah?"

or, perhaps one day, you'll make a mess out of him too. jisung wants nothing more than for you to spit in his face and slap him around. leave bruised, splotchy marks on his chest! call him your stupid fucking slut! bully him for being so desperate to eat you out! tug on his hair every time he becomes all fuzzy when he's eating you out! his eye will roll back, i promise.

either way, when they're not playing with you in the meanwhile, chan and changbin will be fisting their aching, overstimulated cocks, engraving this memory in their minds eternally to preserve it for masturbation fuel later!!!

[binsito]

Kitty, what're your thots on pervy stepbro!skz? Cause just thinking about it has me going woozi (hehe)

AHHHHHHHHH (those are my thots)

cw: stepcest!!!!!!! dni if uncomfortable, i warned you. proceed with caution,

slight voyeurism/exhibitionism (or mentions of it), mentions of drinking, masturbation, dirty fantasies involving the reader, sex and oral sex (or suggestive scenarios involving it), slightttt noncon situations due to pervertedness, mentions of assplay, cum, all characters are adults who's parents got married later on in their lives (thought i'd clarify just in case). i think i hit the major ones, pls lmk if i missed anything super important

okay bye

bangchan: he is soo sweet. he's incredibly helpful around the house, always offering to clean the dishes after dinner. your mom absolutely loves him. he's perfect, minus his one dirty little habit of asking you to help with the chores. it's not like he needs the help, he just gets a little excited when he sees you bend down to pick something up or go through the laundry because he gets a peek of your pretty thong.

'two of us get things done quicker' he usually says, and of course you don't mind helping him, he's fun to talk to and you also have to carry some of your own weight if you're going to keep living with your mom while attending college.

'i'll treat you for helpin' out' but what he really wants to say is he'll fuck you up against the laundry room's door. couldn't you get the hint? his cock was always rock hard around you, it was painfully obvious. couldn't you hear him through the walls fisting himself while you were both home alone? he didn't care to be quiet at all and he knew you were just choosing to be oblivious.

he was so good! why couldn't you just reward him? he mows the lawn, cooks if he has to, throws out the trash. the least you could do was give your sweet stepbrother your mouth to use around his cock after a long day of hardwork around the house!

and he hates the way you're licking the ice cream he got you for helping. hates the way you look at him and giggle because he knows you know what you're doing to him.

minho: he was bored out of his mind at the wedding reception for your parents. at least his dad was happy for once.

he glanced over and watched you order a drink from the bar, sipping it as you looked towards him. he quickly looked away and chuckled to himself, hoping you didn't notice how his eyes trailed down as he checked you out in your pretty dress. would it be disrespectful to put moves on his new stepsister?

he could ask you to dance, right?

he made his way over to you and leaned against the bar, smiling towards you.

"could i have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

you giggled at him and waved him off, explaining to him that you were to shy to dance.

"well then let's go somewhere private where no one can see us?"

the implications of his words made you flustered. this was your step brother now. did he mean his words in that sense or were you reading into it too much?

(he definitely meant his words suggestively.)

his eyes basically undressing you as you swallowed thickly. he could take you to the family restroom and no one would even know the two of you were missing.

he could easily slip past the huge blend of both families and fuck you outside behind all the cars.

he could make you hold his cum the whole night until your parents went their separate way to their honeymoon together. you could have the whole house to yourselves, fuck on every surface imaginable and no one would ever have a clue.

changbin: he's normally shy, very respectful. very gym oriented - going as far as setting up all his equipment in the garage with your dad's permission. you were interested in his work out routine, asking him if you could join him one day.

he didn't know why that made him so flustered, sputtering while he talked to you and letting you know it was perfectly fine that you used his stuff and joined him. you were surprised how disciplined he was, how heavy he could lift. he was trying hard to keep his composure, trying hard to push down the thoughts he was having of you spotting him.

the idea of you basically straddling his head while he benched was making him see stars. or what if he had you bench press? what if he was the one straddling your head, having you look up at him and see how his cock protruded from his gym shorts, the obvious outline giving away how hard he was.

what if he had you do russian deadlifts, coming up behind you to help with your form, cock brushing up against your ass while he tried explaining how to position yourself properly.

all changbin wanted to do was hold you open over him while he laid on the bench, licking at your cunt eagerly. all he wanted was to take you from behind while you tried to finish doing cable tricep pushdowns.

keyword on tried because he wanted to make sure he'd leave you dumb enough to even forget what number set you were even on.

hyunjin: hyunjin started to catch feelings well after your parents got married, you two just clicked, friendship quickly burning into something so much more.

but he knew you probably wouldn't feel the same, would probably be grossed out by him if he told you he loved you. he didn't want to ruin the family dynamic so he kept his feelings harbored deep within himself.

but his heart absolutely shattered when you brought another boy home, begging him to not tell your mom because you weren't sure if she'd approve of him.

all his hope of maybe one day confessing to you was thrown out the window. did he read you wrong? he could've sworn that maybe there was something there..

and he couldn't sleep that night, tossing and turning as he heard you through the walls, giggling with that other guy and hushing him. warning him that although your parents weren't home - hyunjin was.

but the hushes and scolding did nothing because hyunjin could still hear everything clearly. how you kissed him sloppily, how the bed shifted when he climbed on top of you, how you gasped out when he pressed his cock inside of you.

hyunjin closed his eyes tightly and to save himself from his misery, he pretended it was him between your legs, his hand reaching down to touch himself as he listened in on the both of you. he pretended it was his name that you were chanting. he took note of the pitches of your moans, how they got higher when you were about to cum, how breathy and incoherent you became.

he would do anything to see how your face twisted with pleasure.

at least he could pretend to be the one to bring you to your peak whenever he heard you through the walls.

jisung: living with jisung was definitely something to get used to. unfortunately with the sudden growth of your new family, there was not enough space for both of you to get your own room. you'd be sharing a space until your parents found an adequate place.

jisung didn't mind but you clearly did. having to share the en suite bathroom in the mornings was a challenge.

why did he have to take so long in the damn bathroom?

"jisung! c'mon i'm gonna be late, can't you please hurry up!?"

he always managed to beat you to the bathroon, always waking up early to start his day.

what you didn't know is he was taking care of his aching cock in the shower, fisting himself to the image of you sleeping soundly. he had gotten bold lately, picking the sheets carefully off your body to get a peek at your body, tugging your sleeping shorts to the side to reveal your panties, moving them aside to finally be met with your cunt.

how was it so wet?

could he give it a lick?

he didn't want to be caught.

rubbing himself through his shorts until he couldn't take it anymore, rushing to the bathroom to chase his release.

felix: he knew he shouldn't but he just couldn't help it.

watching you from his bedroom window inconspicuously as you tanned by the pool in your backyard. you looked so pretty, so unaware that he was jerking himself to the sight of you in a skimpy bathing suit. that dumb bikini top leaving little to the imagination, it wasn't your fault you didn't want annoying tan lines. he watched intently as you turned face down in the lounge chair, reaching behind you to untie the straps of your bikini top so they wouldn't leave a pesky mark. you were basically naked, your tits were basically on display for him, couldn't you just sit up and show him? flash him really quickly so he could finish in his hand?

it was torture - having to watch you from afar when he wanted to be down there with you. would you quickly cover up if he were to go join you? or would you barely acknowledge him and continue to enjoy the sun? would you ask him to reapply sunscreen on you? would you let his hands wander, trailing down to your ass to massage them? would you protest if he pulled your thong down or would you let him play with your ass a little?

he wanted you bad.

spurting cum all over himself and making a mess as he let out a loud groan, it must've been loud enough for you to hear and look up from your spot, making eye contact with him through his blinds.

goddammit.

seungmin: your mom wouldn't let you go out to that dumb frat party unless seungmin tagged along and drove you there.

you agreed because you didn't want to lose the opportunity to go talk to that football player you had the hots for.

seungmin thought it was funny, watching you fix your makeup one last time in his car's mirror. there was nothing to fix, you looked perfect in his humble opinion.

he knew you wanted to go to this party because of that guy, he wasn't fond of him at all. you were too good for him and in all honesty, seungmin wanted you for himself.

he wanted you to be his but it was complicated given the fact that your mom was married to his dad.

his advances didn't go unnoticed when he laid his hand on your inner thigh as he drove. impulse thoughts racing through his mind - what if he just turned around right now and took you in his backseat? he wanted to make you forget about that stupid jock.

"minnie?" snapping him out of his thoughts at a red light.

"you're quiet." you choose to say instead of bringing attention to the obvious hand on your thigh

"sorry, just thinking about the one hundred ways i could fuck you and how it would be so much better than that guy you're pining after." he speaks up, driving towards a turn lane to make a u-turn.

jeongin: he always thought you were pretty.

he had seen you around campus but was always too shy to approach you. how would he even start a conversation with you. when his mom told him she had found someone new, he was excited for her but the last thing he ever expected was for the 'someone' to be your father.

you, the girl he so helplessly daydreamed of was soon to be part of his family.

he didn't know if this was a blessing or a curse.

could he push down all the thoughts he's had of you or would he fail miserably. how was he ever supposed to tell you he liked you now?

when your families decided to spend the holidays together, he knew he was going to struggle. cock hard in his slacks as he watched you reapply some lip gloss that had gotten wiped as you drank wine and talked to people.

he felt hopeless.

he decided that socializing would be too much for him in this state of mind so he snuck upstairs, finding his way into your room.

there was a picture of you on your vanity, a pretty bow adorning your hair as you smiled widely. jeongin wanted to make you smile like that, wanted to tell you how gorgeous he thought you were but soon his thoughts became dirty, imagining how he wanted you to smear your lip gloss all over his shaft, peppering his cock with delicate kisses.

he shoved a hand into his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it gently as he grabbed the photo with his free hand.

fuck, you were perfect to him.. the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

his brain became foggy, only thinking about you and you only as he pumped himself-

"jeongin?" you stood at your door, he nearly jumps out of skin, pathetically cumming all over your photo, face burning hot as he looks over at you.

oh fuck, how was he ever going to live this down? how would he even explain this predicament?

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[lix-ables]

𖨂 mdni . 🍓

his eyes find the book resting in your hand, a page bookmarked. but when he slowly lifts it up from you, he notices a couple of other pages marked as well. curious, he reads the lines of the page you're currently on, eyes smiling and a smirk forms on his face when he realises what it actually is.

he notes the name of the book, future reading maybe or studying, whatever it may be – consider me, becka mack. when he reaches to place it back in your hand, or next to you, your eyes fly open, looking at the way his fingers clutch the book you were reading.

"w-what were you doing?"

"i could ask you the same, baby. tell me, why are certain pages bookmarked hm?" his fingers don't let go of the book between your bodies, his thumb tracing the spine of the book, and your knuckles. "her teeth tug on her bottom lip, lashes batting, and i’m already pulling the tie free...," he continues, when he manages to pull the book from your hand, reading the words on the page in front of him. "cute."

"it's not c-cute," you whisper, your eyes never leaving the way he's holding the book. "oh right, sorry. hot. do you want to recreate this hm? is that why you've bookmarked it?"

"n-no," you spit out, hoping he'd leave the book any minute, so that you can hide it from him.

"lies. i think i saw something about blindfolds. think we can try that tonight?"

chan, minho, changbin, jisung, felix, i.n

[facioleeknow]

Stray Kids Masterlist

S=smut/suggestive F=fluff A=angst

Bang Chan

A little treat (S)

A peek into the bedroom (S)

He loves me, he loves me not (F, S, Lifeguard Au)

Midnight dip (S)

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

How to treat your hardworking boyfriend (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

Risky gift feat Lee Know (S)

Valentine's wish feat Kim Seungmin (S)

A spicy Valentine's day feat Seo Changbin (S), part 2 (S)

Nerds do it better (S)

Always right (S)

Lee Know

Glamping with a twist (S)

Art is movement (F, College Au)

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

Risky gift feat Bang Chan (S)

Changbin

A peek into the bedroom (S)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Sweet firsts (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

A spicy Valentine's day feat Bang Chan (S)

Hard thought #1

Hyunjin

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

Dessert (S, Vampire AU)

First but not last (S)

Time for love (S, Greek Gods AU)

Han

A peek into the bedroom (S)

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Stray kids as Greek mythological figures

Felix

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass , tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

Bad boys (S)

Seungmin

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

Thot 1 (S)

Valentine's wish feat Bang Chan (S)

Jeongin

Bite (S, Vampire AU)

Ass, tits or thighs? (S)

Kiss or Slap? (S)

Stray Kids as greek mythological figures

Hard thought #1

OT8

The art of pleasure (S)

Giving/receiving head (S)

Where they like to cum (S)

[chvnnie]

I know you just did a soft dom Chan but I personally am obsessed with soft dom Changbin. Just the care-giving-est praising-est most adoring dom. He's all big and strong and he uses it to make you feel tiny (even if you physically aren't) and safe and warm I just.....

get out of my head rn this is some of my favorite shit of ALL. TIME.

i’m on the daddy dom agenda today and you’re all coming along for the journey.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

Changbin thinks it’s endearing that you still get flustered when he looks at you. How you shy away when he grabs your hand in public. The little giggle you give any time he hugs you, squeezing and lifting you as he spins in a circle.

It would be impossible to pick his favorite thing about you because everything about you is his favorite. So, he tries to narrow it down depending on the moment. What has him so infatuated that he feels like he’s falling in love all over again?

Right now it’s your disheveled hair, coming out of the braids you put them in before bed. His worn out shirt, too many sizes too big on you, clinging to your body from the static of the bedsheets. The fist rubbing your eyes, the lips parted to release a big yawn.

Oh, you precious little thing. Groaning as you flip in the bed, rolling into his body and clinging to him by the side like a koala. Your ear rests just above his heart, the gentle thud like a lullaby. Easing your eyes shut once more.

“Sweetheart.” His voice is raspy, dry and cracking from sleep. “It’s time to get up—“

“No.” You bury your face in his bare chest, the heavy scent of his body soap soothing your fussy soul. “Don’t want.”

“I know.” Softly, he takes off the hair ties keeping your braids in, letting the hair fall free before he combs it with his fingers. “But we gotta.”

Changbin tries to sit up, to move so you have no choice. Though exhausted, you find the effort to roll on top of him. Pinning him down.

“No.”

As if you’ve forgotten his strength. It’s okay, it’s early; it takes his brain a minute to wake up too. Arms firmly wrapped around you, he stands up with ease, despite your whines of protest.

“Yes.”

He loves the cute way you put, eyebrows furrowed as you give your best glare up at him. It doesn’t stop him from putting the fluffy, pink headband on your, pushing the stray hairs out of your face. He lathers the face wash in his hands before massaging it on your cheeks.

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” He teases, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him and get soap on the tip of it. As grumpy as you are, you don’t move a muscle. Sitting perfectly on the bathroom counter as he washes your face before his own.

It’s like this every morning. You on the counter, him standing in front of you. Helping you get ready for the day as he readies himself. Are you fully capable of doing it on your own? Of course, and if you wanted to, Changbin would back off. But doing things for you is his favorite way to show his love.

Why does baby have to do anything when daddy is here?

Once your face and teeth are clean, you follow him into the closet. Sitting on the ground as he picks your gym clothes, packs an extra outfit to change into after you’re done.

“I don’t really want to go today.” You say with a sigh when he places the matching pink set in front of you. “Can we skip?”

“We had a rest day yesterday.” He takes the sweats he slept in off, tossing them aside before he starts to look for his own clothes. “It’s an easy day today. Just cardio.”

Oh, how dramatic you must be feeling today. Sighing before laying on the plush carpet floor, arm slung over your eyes.

“Just cardio? Daddy, cardio is the worst—“

Changbin’s hunt for a gym fit is abandoned, laughing as he kneels over you. In your show, the shirt you’re wearing has hiked up, cotton panties peeking from underneath it. Light blue with clouds decorating the fabric.

“Oh, baby.” His hands wrap around your wrists, moving your arms from your face. “It must be so hard to be you.”

Though you try to hold your pout, he can see the smile cracking. Nodding up at him.

“If you go, I’ll give you a treat.”

Suddenly, you look serious. “What kind of treat?”

Changbin just smiles at you before squeezing your wrists, bringing them above your head and holding them there.

Oh, how precious you are with wide eyes, unable to meet his gaze. Suddenly aware of how close his hips are to your own, how you’re stuck beneath his body. The fussy, pouty little girl he’s dealt with all morning now too shy to look at him. Squirming under his hold, not because you want out. But because that fuzzy, warm feeling has started to bloom.

You mumble something, and he’s pretty sure he knows what you said. But where’s the fun is giving in?

“Speak up, baby.” Changbin says, moving your wrists to one hand so he can turn your head back towards him. “Daddy can’t hear you.”

You swallow dryly, batting your lashes up at him. “W-want it now.”

“Already?” He teases with a chuckle, thumb stroking just beneath your lower lip. “But we were up late last night playing, baby. Isn’t that enough?”

It’s quick, the movement of your head. The soft whimpers that vibrate on his thumb. “No. No, I want more-“

Changbin loves how insatiable you can get. How one look or little word can turn you into a whimpering, needy girl. So obsessed with his cock that it’s all you can think about, slowly going mad the longer it takes to get it.

He loves how badly you need him, because he needs you just as much. If not more.

Your little gasps are so precious, dainty hands clutching at his broad shoulders as his cock works it’s way inside you. What he lacks in length, which isn’t much, he makes up for in width. The stretch always a little painful, burning and making your legs snap close.

“Shh, baby.” He whispers when your eyes start to water, face scrunching in pain.

“O-ouch—“

“I know, princess. Daddy’s got you.”

He makes sure to hold you close to his body, thumb stroking your hip bone as he bottoms out. Letting your head roll back, a broken, tearful moan coming from your lips. Leaning down, he kisses your exposed neck softly.

“You’re doing such a good job.” He mumbles against your skin. “So proud of my baby.”

When your walls flutter around him, the praise making your dizzy, Changbin begins to rock his hips. Rolling in a motion to get you more comfortable, pain morphing into pleasure as your cunt starts to adjust to him.

“More?” You whine out.

As long as you are his, you’ll want for nothing. Happily, Changbin starts to properly fuck you. Head buried in your neck, kissing and biting the skin. Carefully sucking beneath your ear to feel you twitch, to mark what’s his.

“Fuck.” He groans beneath your ear, his own eyes fluttering a bit. While he’ll tease you for slipping from him, so overwhelmed by his cock that you lose all thoughts, he feels it too. Drunk on your cunt, consumed by the perfect feeling that takes over his body when he’s deep inside you. You don’t notice how his groan has shifted into a low whimper. “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

You let out the most delight cry when he hits the best spot, twitching intensely in his hold. Clinging to him as the grip on your sanity is lost.

“I-is yours.” Your words are slurred, almost incoherent. “All daddy’s—“

“Aw, baby. You’re so sweet.” He grunts as he thrusts harder, lingering deep inside as the tears break from your eyes. “Always perfect for daddy.”

He loves the way your eyes seem to brighten when you look at him, as if all of the love in the world is held within them. It makes him feel fuzzy, heart hammering and giggles scratching at his throat. Dizzy with how lovesick you’ve made him.

Your little hands cup his face, holding it still so you can look at him. Every inch of him, every bump, scar, ridge. The stroke of your thumbs on the apples of his cheeks is so soft, as if you’re holding fragile glass.

“Daddy perfect.” You whisper, lips trembling as they form an earnest smile. Beaming at him brighter than any star in the sky.

Changbin can’t pick what he loves the most about you, but he really thinks it’s how much you love him.

[str4ykin9s]

Jeongin: What's a thot? Chan: A thoughtful person *At the dinner table Changbin: Here's the salt innie Jeongin: Thanks hyung you are such a thot! Changbin: *Chokes on the food*

[planetdream]

Types of mafia bosses/position in the gang for skz? I've got the brain rot for this lately I blame the pics of them in suits and shit; I just imagine loads of tattoos too and yep I may do this to myself. But anyways, thoughts? Or thots?

can't wait to find out who of them is the first to get a real tattoo 😻😻 i will go batshit fr but i do love me some good organized crime (goodfellas is one of my favorite movies of all time, and ive written scarface fanfic, been thinking about watching the sopranos) also so so so sorry bc this was sent in may and clearly I took my sweet time answering this 🥺

cw; organized crime (i just love saying that) (non desc.) violence n drugs n sex 😻😻

let me preface this by saying, bear with me, because although i gave this a lot of thought, it lowkey reads like a random cluster thoughts lmao. anyway, i came to the conclusion that if i ever were to potentially expand on this concept more 👀👀👀 that in my head, the boys are split into two crime families, with chan and minho being the two bosses. think of their dorm arrangements (3racha/hyune + minho and the minhoettes; if those are still their arrangements ? lol). i would also say the two families are on fairly decent terms.

chan, or should I say, chris, is the stereotypical mob boss who chooses to shield his lover from the violence and drug side of his work—but has no issue showering them with the drug and violence money. if you haven't seen goodfellas, there's a scene where karen asks henry for money to go shopping before he leaves, and he gives her half of this thick stack of cash before she drops to her knees and well... yeah. not sure why, but it gives channie vibes, imo. like he hates to be pulled away from his work, but if his baby needs him for a few minutes, even an hour or two, it isn't a problem.

i'd say as a mob boss, he's one that lurks in the shadows—he likes to protect his peace, to an extent. he'll pop out and show his face every once in a while to remind others of his territory. he's always going to get his lick back, but he plays things strategically as he's not someone who makes brash decisions; it might not happen now, but it will happen. he also tries to give back to his community and those who raised him within his neighborhood, etc. he's all about strong family bonds and despite him being feared; despite all the blood and threats, the violence and damage; he craves to be loved.

changbin, strikes me as someone who is eternally faithful to the family. maybe..even to a fault (if this were a scorsese film, i feel he'd be one of the last to be murdered; and it probably happens off screen lol). but because he is loyal, he is most definitely chan's second in command, a real right hand man. if anything has happened to chan, then changbin knows that he must not hesitate, he must not mourn or act out—but to learn from chan and play things strategically. he must assume the role of the don. off topic, imo, he's someone that might show off his partner. bringing them to poker nights so all the others can drool over them. his lover is his prize and he'd go above and beyond for them. (has definitely been set up by a lover so he doesn't trust easily, but when he does, whew, he falls head first)

hyunjin is in it for the moneyyyy.. feel like he just wants to show off and get girls (and the mens...👀) and do drugs. he just wants to have fun, most importantly. life is like a video game to him; he's kinda just doing a bunch of side quests—but he knows everyone and everything, a real socialite. kinda perceive him as a friend of the mob who has serious drug connects. since he's everywhere all the time, just being in others business feeling like the cops would be trying for yearsss to pin him on murder or intent to distribute charges but they've only got him for possession once.

now jisung confuses me just a bit. originally i wrote this paragraph about how jisung and felix remind me of lenny from shark tale (another scorsese classic, sorta). they don't seem to be cut out for the life of crime and would rather just leave and be their true selves. but them mfs r not sharks!! leaving can be potentially dangerous and often has consequences (and those two would like to keep their fingers and well, their lives).

that being said, i had been internally debating on whether or not jisung would be perceived as someone who could potentially squeal if pressured heavily—which definitely would affect his rank/status.... but I think he's dedicated to prove himself in the life he was given. likely starts of simple; he's selling drugs n stuff. then, he's even handled a couple hits—so now he's looked at with respect when around everyone. and if he's honest, to be accepted and respected means a lot to him. he almost wears his murder count with such pride. has been told time and time again, not to act irrationally.

minho, is ruthless, and would like for his other half to be equally as ruthless. for that reason, he doesn't care to shield any of his work from you, and often asks for your opinion on things. if you're in the club and somebody hits on you or tries to start shit he wants you to be able to handle yourself; thus he recognizes you are your own person and not his property. i feel like minho would want to damn near fear his lover. yet I also view him as someone who is nowhere near ready for a relationship (doesn't have the time, he says) but is always at the right longitude and latitude to fuck yk?

because min is a scorpio I am also inclined to say that he is also a boss that lurks in the shadows—pulling strings behind the scenes. he's not a show off and he's not much of a talker either so but you better believe his actions speaks volumes. he fears no one and will more than definitely make sure he makes an example out of those who fuck up. low-key god complex; everything works out in his favor, especially if he's the last one standing.

nobody knows felix is apart of a crime family and he likes to keep it that way. he flies under the radar and because of it, he's made things that seem impossible happen. he gives a very trustworthy vibe, people feel comfortable around him—he deceiving them. but it's gotten him certain connections, through certain doors, and he's learned heavy secrets (blackmail champion). his kill count is unknown. no like he flies so far under the radar, not much is known about him. still, he says a lot about himself without saying too much.

thinking that seungmin is minho's right hand—his MOST trustworthy. yet I can also see seungmin as someone who may have ulterior motives: he's making his own moves and plays behind everyones back and can be perceived as untrustworthy if anyone knew simply due to the nature of what he's doing (building his own empire maybe who knows) honestly gives hitman vibes if im real (I think there's a very thin line between hitman and serial killer yk and well...hitmen don't take trophies...) seungmin is fr someone who shouldn't be crossed. isn't into dating but he might fuck around once or twice

jeongin chases that dream to be a Made Man™ since being a kid (similar to henry in goodfellas) I would say that he's really reliable. well, until he's not. he's handsome and the ladies love him, what can he say? thus, he stays IN the club unless there's an important play to be made. he's crossed between living his young life [drugs, parties, fucking] and going for his dreams and really committing to the mob life. every so often he has phase where he's getting back into the loop of things until something traumatic happens then he's off on a 4 day binger,,

very interesting indeed.....would love to chat more on this hmm

[hyunsvngs]

hey besties, its me god. just wanted to know your thots about binnie fucking you in a skirt while wearing thigh highs. he'd be super cute and embarrassed about it at first<3

my thoughts are HELL FREAKING YEAH. no because i'm imagining

changbin's thighs in black thigh highs that have like the pretty lace at the top.. and his thighs are so muscly the flesh is spilling over the edges a lil yk. and he's in a little black tennis skirt to match!! he's got it pulled up a little though, just watching his thick cock enter your drippy lil hole over and over..

"you look so pretty, binnie," you'd coo, thumb swiping over his cheekbone. the touch would make him mewl, eyes fixated on the way your cunt drags him in. his cheeks are burning crimson, embarrassed by wearing the skirt and the pretty socks but also embarrassed by how much he fucking loves it.

"ah, 's- binnie's pretty? 'm i good? am i good for mommy?"

oh he's soooo cute

[onlymingyus]

woozi masterlist

key

🍑Smut/Mature/Suggestive 🍓Fluff 🍍Angst 🍒 Poly/Multiple 🍊 MLM/Male Reader 🍋 Toxic 🍌 Comedy 💀 Horror/Thriller 

Woozi Thots • Woozi Fluff

Seeing Red (stvhub collab) 🍑

Seeing Red 2 (svthub collab) 🍑

Seeing Red 3 (w/ Hoshi)  🍑🍒

The Crush  🍓

Late Nights 🍑

Gym Selfie 🍑

Stars 🍓

Sweat🍑  

Seeing Red 4: Hoshi’s Origin Story (SVTHub Collab) (ft. Hoshi)🍑🍌

You’re Sexy, We’re Sexy (ft Hoshi) 🍑🍒

Fangs (ft. Mingyu) 🍑🍒🍊

All I Ask of You 🍑🍋

tease 🍑  

woozi + various kinks🍑

woozi & mingyu threesome🍑🍒🍊

woozi & jeonghan + teasing 🍑🍒

woozi & changbin threesome🍑🍒

another woozi & mingyu threesome🍑🍒

dom!woozi🍑

woozi & hoshi + face sitting🍑🍒

Our Dawn is Hotter Than Our Day (Patreon Exclusive) 🍑🍒🍊

I Hate to Admit 🍍

Guilty 🍑🍍🍋🍓

i want to write you a song 🍑🍓🍍

[lix-ables]

🛒 SET IN THE 90s .

thinkin' about the MECHANIC DUO!BINCHAN who take you out on a repaired car that they worked on earlier, out to a parking lot nearby a grocery store that you go to, just to pull back the driver's and passenger's seat for you to settle between chan's legs. he pulls up your shirt just enough to expose your tits to play with them, while changbin's hands trace your bare thighs – he pushes your panties to the side for better access to your clit, his fingers rubbing slow circles to it.

"shhh darling, we can't have the whole town hearing how good you're sounding for us hmm?" a low moan leaves past his parted lips when you back up against him a little – just enough to rub against his crotch. this makes changbin lean forward from the passager seat, because the hand that was on your thigh a second ago, now rests on your knee. a small pout settles on his face, and his hand finds their way back to your entrance, teasing you just a little, enough to get those breathy whines out of you. his head falls against the leather materials of the seat, his other hand finding its way to his pants.

���you shouldn’t have done that today morning you know,” chan mumbles against your hair. by now, he’s had you out of your panties, your shorts pooled at your ankles, your feet awkwardly and uncomfortably placed at the steering wheel. “teasing us when we were with a customer,” he hums a little, his hand reaching down in front of you, half of him wants to have his fingers buried deep inside you, feeling the way your walls clenched around them. though the other half wanted to take his time with you, have changbin tease you as well. even though you spend the whole night with them, it had been four days ago. “what would everyone think,” changbin smirks, pulling down the zipper of his pants to pull out his dick, his hand slides up his length, and he grits his teeth as he sees you eyeing him from the side. knowing your gaze was on him made his dick harder, which chan noticed.

“see how hard you made binnie, baby,” chan chuckles. his fingers trace the length of your arm before going back to your thigh, squeezing it. “looks like you’re enjoying this a bit too much, pretty girl. you like knowing that we’re weak for you hmm?”

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