#seo changbin x lee minho smut

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭“

Lee Minho x F.Reader

friends with benefits / roommates au / college au

↳ The lines between friends and lovers is quick to blur. There isn’t anyone you would rather spend your time with, and he finds his sweet escape when he’s alone with you. What started out as casual thing that was supposed to be secret kept between the two of you leads to so much more.

wc: 5.8k

warnings: soft dom! Minho, unprotected sex, rougher sex, dirty talk, begging, edging, names such as: (kitten, angel, pretty), breeding kink, creampie, cockwarming, cum play and cum eating. Minho mentions knocking up the reader.

an: I probably didn’t edit this enough. This is a part of my college skz series SSFW where you can read one or all the stories. Each boys story weaves together but they can be read as ones shots. Thank you @sulfurcosmos for helping me with this stories and all my other stories.

Part two

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

Rough hands grip your hips as he thrust into you from behind. Your hands grip the headboard holding on for dear life. Biting your bottom lip you try your hardest not to scream his name. 

“Minho,” you moan, his name barely loud enough for him to hear. He bends over so his body is pressed against yours as his hips snap into yours. His hand reaches around covering your mouth attempting to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth. Muffled moans leave your mouth as his lips are brushing your ear. The feeling you get when you’re with him is like nothing you have ever experienced before. 

“That's it angel, your tight pussy is sucking me in,” he whispers into your ear. His pace is rough and quick and you can’t get enough. “How are you still so tight after I’ve fucked you so many times?” he whispers filthy words into your ear. 

“I think it’s time you came, angel,” he growls in your ear. 

Like a command your orgasm washes over you. Your walls contract milking him. Your head falls forward as silent moans pass your lips. Biting your lip you try your hardest to hold back making noise. Hyunjin is home and the last thing you need right now is him hearing you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you to the brim,” Minho moans in your ear.

He snaps his hips into your two more times before painting your walls white. His hand grip your hips, holding you flush against his hips as he rocks into you a few times. His hands leave your skin as he pulls out of you. Rolling onto your back you take slow deep breaths trying to calm down. Your legs are left spread and bent at the knees. An accelerating high washes over you. 

Minho sits back on his hunches between your spread legs. He runs his fingers through your wet folds. His release is already slowly seeping out of you. Using one finger he pushes his cum back into you. Leaving his fingers in you for a long moment. You watch him as he intently stares at your sensitive core. 

“You’re so obsessed with coming inside me. It’s almost like you want to get me pregnant,” you laugh. 

“Believe me angel I’m not trying to get you pregnant, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you did.” The idea of having a child with him isn’t terrible. Minho would make a great father and with his genes that kid would be beautiful. “To be honest you would look good pregnant though. Especially with my kid.”

His fingers run through your slick collecting some of his release. He brings it up to your mouth and your lips part, taking his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his finger, getting every bit of his release off his digits. 

“It’s a good thing I’m on the pill then,” you smile. 

“I wasn’t like this before you. The thought of coming inside someone didn’t turn me on until you,” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your bent knee. “You're the first girl I’ve come inside. Hell you’re the first person I have ever had sex without a condom.”

It’s nice to know he appreciates you, and knows the fact that you trust him enough to have unprotected sex with you is a big deal. 

“So your breeding kink is only because of me?” You raise your eyebrows suggestively. 

He scoffs rolling his eyes at you. 

“Well you’re the only guy who has ever been inside me without a condom,” you reach up grabbing his hand so he’ll lay down with you. You share a type of trust with Minho you’ve never shared with another person before. He’s someone you trust to do anything with your body. You know no matter what he would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. 

“To be honest you’ve made me a different person. I wasn’t exactly social before college. Back in highschool I kept to myself. I was never someone with a huge group of friends or someone who went to parties. If I wasn't roommates with Changbin, who knows how college would have gone for me.”

“I’m glad you were roommates with him, because it led you to me.”

He leans over kissing the tip of your nose, “pretty I’m glad it led me to you.”

Having sex wasn’t a new thing for you and Minho. In August before senior year of college started you started sleeping with your roommate. Changbin went home with Jisung to see their families and Hyunjin was so busy at his art studio he was rarely home. You were home alone with Minho and after a night of watching movies you got to talking about your sex lives and one thing led to another and you were naked on the living room floor with Minho head between your legs. It wasn’t a one time thing by any means. You and Minho were constantly hanging out like you used to and now most of the time the night ended with either you sneaking off to his room or him sneaking into yours once he thought it was safe. Your nights spent with Minho we’re your little secret. You decided after your first night together you didn’t want to tell your friends. You told him if something happened and you stopped your arrangement you didn’t want your friends in your business. 

“Do you think Hyunjin is still here?” Minho asks.

“I don’t know, why?” 

“Because I need a shower before going to Chan and Jisung’s, and you should probably shower with me. I need to clean you up after the mess I made of you.”

Getting out of bed he reaches on the floor for his boxers. He pulls them up his thick legs before walking over to your closet. He pulls out the black silk robe he bought you when you bought a set of lace lingerie, because he said he saw it and thought of you. 

“Who should sneak off into the bathroom first?” Minho asks, handing you the robe. 

“You should go first and I’ll meet you there. Don’t lock the door.”

He slips out of your room while you get up pulling in the silk robe. You give Minho a minute to get the water warmed up, and you hope that Hyunjin won’t notice you joining Minho in the bathroom. Opening the door into the steaming bathroom You lock the door and take off your robe sitting on the counter next to Minho boxers. Sliding the glass door open, you step into the water. He’s in the process of washing his hair. He steps back under the warm water rinsing away your mango scented shampoo. He steps aside letting you step under the warm water. You lean your head forward letting the water hit. 

“Have I told you recently you’re beautiful?” you look up at him. His eyes are intensely trained on your wet body. You can’t help but smile. He steps closer to you holding a washcloth. There is something about the look in his eyes that always makes you weak in the knees. “I need to clean you up. I made a mess.” He’s always like this after you let him come inside you. Minho’s aftercare has always been great with you. Minho told you once if you’re sleeping together it’s his job to take care of you. 

“How crazy do we think Honey’s birthday party is gonna get?” You ask as he finishes wiping away his release from in between your legs. 

“Probably not. She doesn’t exactly like wild parties.” 

You work on washing your hair with the same mango shampoo Minho used. 

There is a knock on the door and you freeze in your spot. “Minho are you in there?” Hyunjin shouts. 

You open your mouth and Minho’s hand covers it quickly. You weren’t going to say anything. You were just startled by the interruption. 

“Yeah Hyunjin?”

“I think YN, already left but I’m heading over to Chan and Jisung’s place, I might meet Felix and Cherry there” he shouts over the noise of the water. 

“Okay, see you at the party,” Minho shouts. 

His hand stays covering your mouth for a few months after. Removing it you look up at him with wide eyes. Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a kiss. “We almost got caught,” he whispers with his lips close to yours. 

“It’s okay we didn’t,” you smile. 

Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a kiss. He can’t seem to get enough of you and that’s okay because you can’t get enough of him. Things with Minho are easy. You don’t feel like you have to put an effort in to make things work between. You have this perfect little thing between you. You have absolutely amazing sex, but you have this amazing friendship with him. Most days it’s rare if you don’t hang out with him after class, or eat dinner together. With Changbin having a girlfriend and Hyunjin being interested in Felix's roommate they’re both rarely home. For the most part it’s just you and Minho like it has been since you moved in with them. Even before both of your other roommates were busy with other people you were always with Minho. You started sleeping together long before the other two got into relationships. You didn’t think anything had really changed between you except for what happened when you were alone in bed. 

Your past relationships with men hadn’t been anything thrilling. You were still with your high school sweetheart freshmen year of college and then that fizzled out. Sophomore year you dated another guy and you got to really find yourself but there was just something in your heart telling you needed to stay guarded. Your bond with Minho seemed to happen as soon as you met. Even when you had a boyfriend Minho and you were still close. You lived with Chan’s girlfriend freshman and sophomore year. When junior year rolled around she rented a one room apartment off of campus. Changbin and Minho wanted to move off campus and found a four bedroom townhome not too far from campus. One of Minho’s classmates, Hyunjin, wanted to move in but they still needed another roommate. You had originally been trying to find your own one bedroom studio but gave up when Minho told you they still needed one more roommate. 

Adjusting to living with three guys was interesting. Luckily you were friends with them already and they all were nice and respected you. 

-

Chan and Jisung’s house was always the place for parties. You remember the small arguments Jisung and his girlfriend had about him throwing her a birthday party. The house is filled with friends, it’s quite a small gathering compared to the other parties the boys have thrown in the past. Walking into the kitchen looking for Minho you find an unsuspecting Chan with his best friend turned girlfriend pinned to the wall. His lips are all over her neck with her eyes closed. She looked like she was desperately trying to hold back a moan. 

Clearing your throat they pull apart and Chan’s cheeks immediately blush. His girlfriend on other hand seems way less embarrassed. 

“Chan don’t you literally have a room here you can do that in?” Minho says walking up behind you. 

Chan is left speechless and his face and tips of his ears are burning bright red. Bambi on the other hand is unfazed by Minho's comment. 

“Minho let’s leave the love birds alone,” reaching down you grab his hand pulling him out of the kitchen.  

The living room is filled with friends of Jisung, Chan, and Changbin. Changbin is standing on the staircase whispering in his girlfriend's ear standing very close to them and Jisung is playing beer pong while his girlfriend Honey is sitting on the couch with Felix talking. There’s a mix of other people who are friends with the rest of the boys in one way or another. Minho disappeared off to the kitchen and walking over you sat down on the couch next to Felix. 

“I feel like I never see you anymore,” Felix pokes your side earning a smile from you. 

“This last semester of school has been hard and getting into my nursing program hasn’t been easy,” think back to all your late nights studying and the difficult test you’ve been taking. 

“How have you two been?” You look between Felix and Honey who is sitting right next to him. 

“School is going good and my job is nice. I still spend most of my Friday nights at work with Jisung sitting in the library so I’m glad that didn’t change.” You remember before you had even met Honey you heard Jisung go on and on about the library girl that he brings strawberry lattes to. 

“This second year of college has been rougher but okay. Having a new roommate has been interesting,” he says. Felix's roommate is an interesting girl. She’s very sweet but kind of a hot mess. She comes from an extremely wealthy but controlling family. She’s been trying her hardest to be an independent person away from them but it hasn’t been easy. 

“Did Cherry come to the party?” You’re curious about where his roommate is. 

“Where do you think Hyunjin is?” He smirks. 

“Wasn't Hyunjin going to play beer pong with Jisung?”

“Cherry showed up a few minutes ago and that means Hyunjin will be by her side,” Felix smiles. 

“Poor guy's head over heels for her,” Honey chimes in. 

“I’ve told her she has to be gentle with him,” Felix responds. “I don’t know all about Hyunjin's past but I know he doesn’t date or anything like that. I told her he’s quite innocent.”

You remember one of the first times Hyunjin brought Cherry over to your place. She looked like she had been crying when she showed up late at night and the next morning when you found her and Hyunjin eating breakfast in the kitchen. From the stories you had heard about Cherry from Felix and Hyunjin you were a little worried she would hurt Hyunjin but after talking to her once when Hyunjin went off to his room you realized she’s a sweet girl. 

“Hyunjin can be naive and want to see the good in people, but I told Cherry one day I know she won’t break his heart,” you made her promise she only had good intentions with your friend. 

You watch as Hyunjin walks into the living room with his hand on Cherry’s lower back. The way she looks up at him you can tell she truly cares about him. You’ve seen him bring her into your apartment a handful of times with her makeup running down her face after she looks like she’s been crying. Hyunjin has become her person. From what you have seen he’s always there to pick her up when she’s had a fight with her parents or just needs someone to hold her. You can’t help but watch him as he stands by the doorway to the kitchen. Cherry is dressed in an expensive looking dress and her lips are that glossy cherry color they always seem to be. You don’t know the full details of Hyunjin’s relationships with this girl. You aren’t sure if they’re sleeping together or anything like that. You just know he’s kissed her before because he’s come home late before with her red lipstick stained on the side of his mouth. 

Honey’s birthday party is a fun time. After Jisung wins his beer pong game he pulls his girlfriend off the couch and makes her stand in front of a cake as the room filled with all our friends sings happy birthday to her. Jisung puts a dab of frosting on her nose before he kisses her. 

The party is fun and it’s nice to actually get out of the apartment and not have to worry about studying. Minho stands next to you barely leaving any space between you. Leaning over Minho lips, brushing your ear, “when can we go home? I’m too tired for this.”

Out of your whole friend group Minho has always been the one who isn’t a fan of parties. Most parties normally consist of you and Minho skipping them all together or leaving early. 

“We can leave now if you want. Did you just want to sleep?”

“Can we get food and then cuddle?” He asks. 

You say your goodbyes to Jisung and Honey, noticing that Chan and Bambi are nowhere to be seen. Finding Changbin in the kitchen with his girlfriend and Hyunjin you let your roommates know you guys are heading out. Walking out of the house Minho arm is over your shoulder holding you close by. You get into Minho's car and he drives off to his favorite ramen place that is open late. You’ve spent countless late nights at this place between studying or just hanging out with Minho. Minho doesn’t even look at the menu; he just rattles off both your orders to the waitress the moment she walks over. Minho presents in your life has been a source of comfort and security for a long time. Becoming roommates just made him truly become your best friend. 

“Do you think Bin is coming home tonight?” You ask as Minho takes a drink of his hot tea. 

He shrugs his shoulders and takes another drink. “If he does it’s fine. If he comes home he’ll probably have Kitten with him.”

Changbin and his girlfriend rarely slept alone at night. They tended to rotate from staying at your apartment or her apartment. 

“Do you think Bambi and Chan will be the first to move in together?” Between the three boys that have girlfriends you’ve been wondering which pair would move in with their significant other first. 

“Chan and Jisung have a nice house together and Bambi likes her apartment a lot. I don’t think they would move in together. I think if anything Kitten might move in with us.” You have to say you agree with him. Changbin and Kitten seem to be the closest to moving in together. 

“What about Jisung and Honey?” 

“I could see Jisung moving out with Honey too. I think if he did Changbin would probably ask us if we’re cool with him moving in with Chan.” For some reason the idea of Changbin moving out makes you a little sad. You’ve grown to be really close with him since living with him, but you know his best friends are Chan and Bambi so I would make sense. 

“Don’t be sad Angel, Bin isn’t leaving anytime soon.”

The waitress comes out bringing too hot bowls of ramen. Your late dinner with Minho is delicious like always. The hot broth of the ramen warms you up, making you feel good. 

Walking into your apartment you kick off your shoes. Minho takes off his own shoes before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. 

“Your bed or mine?” He pulls off his jacket and lets out a yawn. 

“Let’s go to my room,” follows you off towards your room. You make quick work of getting dressed for bed. You pull on just an oversized shirt and a pair of small shorts. Minho strips down to a pair of lounge shorts he leaves in your room. You both stand in the bathroom brushing your teeth before heading off to your room again. 

Crawling into bed with you watch as Minho walks around your room. He strips off his shirt leaving him in nothing but his boxers. His beautiful skin is on full display. He pushes his fingers through his hair letting out another yawn. Joining you in bed he wastes zero time pulling you against his body so he’s spooning you from behind. When he suggested leaving the party you fully thought your night was going to end with you once again naked and moaning his name. You didn’t expect him to just want to cuddle. Pressing his lips gently to your shoulder you can’t help but smile. 

“You only want to cuddle?”

“I just want to hold you,'' he whispers. There is this feeling you have that's been creeping up more and more that Minho isn’t just your friend. You feel things for him you don’t feel for your other friends. 

“I want you to hold me,” you whisper. 

-

This semester has been extra hard for you. Your senior year of college isn’t nearly as easy as you thought it was going to be. You have a huge test next week and you just finished a ten page essay you were beginning to think you were never going to finish. A few friends were going out to the bar tonight and they had invited you, but you had to decline so you could get some more studying in. 

“YN do you want to order dinner while we study tonight?” Minho sets his laptop on your bed in front of you. 

“Why aren’t you going to the bar with Bambi and Chan?” You thought he might go out tonight after you heard him talking to Changbin before Changbin left for class. 

“Why would I go there when you’re staying home?” He knits his eyebrows together and looks at you like you’re insane. 

“You are aware you’re allowed to have fun without me right?” Minho doesn’t normally do anything social if you don’t go with him you’ve come to notice. 

“I know that. Let’s be honest Changbin and Kitten will show up and to be honest I don’t want to watch him feel her up every chance he gets.” He’s not lying basically since the moment Changbin and his girlfriend have gotten together Changbin can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He’s been head over heels for her long before they started dating and ever since they finally got together he’s always touching her. 

“So instead you would rather study with me?“

“I also have a huge test coming up. I thought senior year was gonna be easier and then I decided to apply for grad school,” he sighs, laying down on the bed next to you. 

“It’s okay Minho,” you pat the top of his head. “If we get enough studying done maybe you can feel me up.”

He looks up, cocking his eyebrow. “Are we talking about feel,” he motions his hands. “Or are we talking about me filling you to the brim.”

You scoff, pushing his shoulder, “you are literally obsessed with coming inside me.”

“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs. 

“I guess not,” you lean down pressing his lips to yours. 

Minho is one of the best study partners you’ve had. He’s actually helpful and can easily focus on a task when he needs to. 

Studying for this huge test seems to have melted your brain. Sitting on the bed with your back against the headboard and your legs across Minho’s lap as he sits in the middle of the bed. Biting down on the burger Minho ordered you, your eyes are trained on the side of Minho's head as he’s focused on the book he’s holding. He made a big deal about you eating your food before it got cold but can’t bring himself to put down the book he’s reading. 

“Minho,” you say. 

Lifting his head looks over at you and blinks rapidly a few times trying to focus. “Yes?”

“What happened to eating while it’s hot?” 

“I was trying to finish this chapter,” he closes the book, setting it down on the bed next to him. He picks up his burger and finally starts to eat. Things between you are comfortable just like they always are. 

“Minho I don’t want to study anymore you,” you whine between taking bites. A soft laugh leaves his lips. His hand that isn’t holding his burger reaches down and rubs your calf. “My brain can’t take anymore information tonight.”

“Okay, no more studying.”

“After eating if you massage my back I’ll give you a reward,” Minho giving you any type of massage is one of your favorite ways to relieve stress.  

He takes one final bite of his burger chewing slowly before looking over at you smirking, “can my reward be I get to fuck your brains out?”

Your stomach flips at the thought of having rough passionate sex with Minho. You could just picture it now him having you bent over the closet surface while he pounds into you. 

“Anything you want,” you rub your foot gently across his Jean over soft cock. He groans, biting his lip. You feel his erection start to grow before he grabs you by the ankle. He gets up so he’s sitting on the bed next to you and taps between his spread legs. Getting up you move so you’re sitting in front of him. He starts massaging your neck first. His finger works your tissue massaging away your tension. 

“Did you want to get dinner Friday?” He says casually as he continues his work on your shoulders. 

“Just the two of us?” You go out often just the two of you, but the way he’s asking makes it sound more like a date then it normally does. 

“Obviously.”

“Yeah I'm down for dinner.”

He finishes massaging you and both take all your studying materials off the bed. It takes little effort before he has you born completely naked. Laying on your back with your legs spread, Minho's hardened cock fits snugly inside you as your lips move together. He’s shown no signs of moving. He seems absolutely content just kissing you. He’s resting on his elbow with his body right on top of yours. Everything about him is consuming you and you never want it to end. 

You push your fingers through his hair pulling his lips away from yours. A crooked smile pulls at his lips. 

“What happened to I’m going to fuck your brains out?” 

“I’ll do it later, right now I want to savor my sweet reward,” he whispers.

The way he kisses you sends butterflies to your stomach. 

“Do you think Changbin or Hyunjin know about this?” You’ve wondered for a while if any of your friend group knows what goes on behind closed doors between you and Minho. 

“Are you worried they know we’re lovers?” he purrs before between kisses across your jaw. 

“Minho,” you whisper his name. 

“Pretty I could care less if anyone knows what we do. The only person’s opinion I care about when it comes to you and I, is yours.”

“I have a feeling Changbin has caught us,” you say knowing that your room is right by Changbin’s. “He always makes comments calling us love birds, and he seems more observant than Hyunjin.” You know Hyunjin’s mind is quite preoccupied between his art and whatever he has with Felix’s roommate. 

“I don’t care if he knows. I’m not trying to hide you. I would have no issue kissing you at one of Chan and Jisung’s parties. Or right out in front of Bin and Hyunjin.”

He’s staring into your eyes like you truly are the only thing that matters to him. Running your hands up and down his back you can’t help but smile at him. 

“I’m not some dirty little secret?”

“Pretty, you are definitely dirty, but you have never been my secret.” 

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Is dirty a bad thing?”

“God no. Not when it comes to you pretty.”

Ever so slowly he rolls his hips into yours. His lips are all over the sensitive skin on your neck. He gently sucks on the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. Your leg latches over his back resting just above his cute butt. He thrust into you at a slow but firm pace. Sex with Minho doesn’t normally happen in the missionary position, you learned early on that Minho is a fan of taking you from behind. Being able to see his beautiful face while he thrust into you turns you on even more. Your hand tangles in his hair and pulls his head back lightly. He removes his lips from your and smirks as he looks down at you.

“Lee Minho, I like you a lot,” you moan.

“Oh my pretty angel I like you a lot too.”

He sits up on his hunches and works on continuing to thrust into you at that same slow but firm pace. He leans over taking your hands. He laces your fingers together pinning your hands above your head. He thrust into you a little bit harder earning a gasp. 

“Minho,” you moan.

“Yeah Pretty?”

“I’m so close,” you moan.

Releasing your hands he moves so he’s hovering right over you again. His hands are on each side of your head. You wrap your legs around his body holding him as close to you as possible. With each thrust he hits the gummy part deep inside you earning loud moans from you. You’re so happy nobody is home that you and Minho can be as loud as you want. As you get closer and closer to finding your release Minho is there to coax you closer and closer to the edge.

“Pretty, can you come for me?” His words are intoxicating.

Silently you nod your head desperately wanting to come. “Minho, if I come will you come inside me?” you’re begging him. You want anything you will give you.

“That’s why you’re my girl angel. Come for me and I’ll come inside this tight pussy. I’ll fill you to the brim,” he groans.

A white hot wave washes over you. You see spots as your walls contract around his still hard length. “Your pussy was made for me,” he groans as his thrust grows sloppier. 

With one particular deep thrust he finds his own release painting your wall. He sits back on his hunches pulling out of you slowly. His eyes are glued to your core as his release slowly drips out of you. He drags two fingers through your lips collecting his release. He looks at the milky liquid before gently pushing it back into your sensitive hole. 

“Pretty?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re all mine. I don’t ever want to share you,” he hops off the bed and leaves you alone. He comes back with a warm washcloth. Your legs are still spread and waiting for him. He cleans up the mess he made and comes back to bed. You get under the covers and lay on your side. Your body feels absolutely spent after the passionate sex you just had with the man you’re in bed with.

Staring at him laying in bed next to you. He scrolled through his phone smiling at something. It feels like a light switch suddenly clicked. There is a warmth that takes over your chest. Nobody in your life matters to you quite like Lee Minho. The boy who was your friend, turned roommate, turned lover. You realized then that you were indeed head over heels in love with him. Sitting up you stare at him for a long moment studying his face.

“Minho, do you love me?” You wanted a straightforward answer, you didn’t want to play games.

“Yeah of course?” He sets his phone down on his nightstand.

“I don’t mean as a friend. Are you in love with me?.” He knits his eyebrows together and give you that signature smirk he gives people he when he thinks they're dumb.

“Yeah? Why? Of course I love you.” He said it like it was something that was completely common knowledge.

“Doesn’t it seem weird that all our friends are in happy relationship and we just have sex and do everything they do but we don’t tell them that?”

“Angel of course it’s weird, but if you want to date and have the boyfriend and girlfriend titles we can. But know you’ve been my girlfriend in my head since September,” he leans over with his lips close to yours. “You’re the only thing that I think I got right.” He leans forward pressing his lips to yours for a searing kiss “Should I formally ask you?”

You can’t help but smile, “yeah.”

“YN, you are the girl I literally spend every day of my life with. You’re the girl that Changbin literally refers to as my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Obviously,” you lean forward pressing your lips to his.

-

The next morning you and Minho are in the kitchen making breakfast. More so he’s making breakfast while you make two cups of coffee. Kitten just left saying she had something she had to do and Changbin and Hyunjin joined you in the kitchen. It’s rare all four of you are home at the same time these days. 

He leans forward pressing his lips to yours. Changbin lets out a laugh as Hyunjin stares at you and your boyfriend with a very confused look on his face. 

“Does this mean you aren’t just fuck buddies anymore?” Changbin asks. Your eyes can’t help but go wide at Changbin’s response. 

“Wait what?” Hyunjin can’t get the confused look off his face.

“To be honest I don’t know who was more clueless. Hyunjin… or you two.” Changbin laughs as he pats Hyunjin on the back.

“Have you guys been sleeping together for months?” Hyunjin asks.

“I’ve known about it since December but I would bet money it’s been going on way longer,” Changbin says.

“You’ve known since December?” You can’t believe Changbin didn’t tell you before now that he knew. Minho just laughs wrapping his arms around your stomach from behind. 

“Hey it wasn’t my place to say anything especially if you guys hadn’t said anything. Let’s be honest even though you have been acting like a couple for way longer than December, the most your two do in front of everyone is hold hands and sometimes Minho likes to cuddle you like the cat he is.”

“Are you officially together?” Hyunjin asks.

“Yeah I have considered her to be my girlfriend since like September,” Minho finally speaks up.

“Yes we’re official and we plan on letting the rest of the group know,” you say.

Soon Hyunjin leaves telling everyone he needs to go see Cherry and Changbin heads over to his class on campus. You’re left alone with your boyfriend and you can’t help but smile.

“I knew Changbin knew,” you say.

“Somehow Changbin always knows,“ he says before pressing his lips to yours.

[joodlepo]

Stray Kids Reactions / To Squirting (18+)

Summary / After an intense fucking session, Stray Kids' members are left in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. However, each member is left with their own unique reaction to seeing you squirt for the first time!

A/N / Hello~! I'm very excited to say that I'm officially taking requests right now, so if you want to request something from me, feel free. I'm not a professional writer or anything, but I can try my best! Please make sure to read my requests guidelines first before requesting! Thank you!

Pairings / (Top) Every Member + (F) Reader

Word Count / 11.0k

Warnings / Squirting, Spanking, Bondage, Choking, Humiliation, Fingering, Degradation, Multiple Orgasms, Roughness, Aftercare, Hard Domination,

Bang Chan / A series of hard smacks fell flat against your ass, each one making your flesh ripple and sting. You couldn't help but wince, the pain was almost too much to take in. Chan wasn't going easy on you; and he wanted this as bad as you did, if not more so.

Your body felt like it would burst into flames at any moment, with all that heat rushing through every inch of your skin. He didn't stop until you were sobbing out loud for him to let up, begging him silently between gasps for air to please just give you a break, before you passed out right here. The humiliation that burned inside you was even worse than the fire burning within your cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Chan said softly, once you had quieted enough to hear him over your own breathing. "But, I have to make sure my babygirl learns her place~"

His tone became more gentle when he spoke, and you knew exactly what he meant by that sentence. You whimpered quietly beneath him, while tears began to stream freely down your face. It hurt so badly...

No. You have to endure it.

You loved this man too much to ever tell him no or walk away. Even now, laying helplessly under his firm grip and heavy palm, you wouldn't dream of doing anything other than taking whatever punishment he dished out, however harsh it may be. His love for you was far greater than the pain he could inflict upon you, after all.

So, instead of crying out in despair, you simply held yourself perfectly still and endured his assault without complaint, only letting out soft whimpers of agony whenever he struck a particularly painful spot on your rear end, which seemed to happen often.

"Ahh..." You mewled softly, biting back another cry as yet another slap rang loudly off your butt cheek. "Chan, p-please—"

Chan growled lowly in response, tightening his hold around you, before pounding himself deeply into you with renewed vigor, eliciting a fresh round of cries from both of you. Trembling beneath him, you felt weak and shaky, completely unable to do anything else but hold onto the bedsheets tightly and grit your teeth together as he thrusts into you mercilessly, ignoring how wet he'd made you already.

Every thrust sent sharp bolts of pleasure coursing through your lower regions, making them throb madly and beg for release, though you refused to allow it, at the risk being punished even further.

"Shhh... babygirl." He cooed soothingly, rubbing circles along your backside where he'd hit you most harshly. " It'll be okay soon... Just hang in there a bit longer, alright?"

The thought of enduring more punishment filled your mind, but you forced yourself to nod anyways. You weren't about to disappoint him either way.

As always, Chan's words proved true within moments. He began to slow down, giving you time to catch your breath between each thrust. After several long seconds, he began to move again, slowly at first, then faster and harder as the passion built inside you. Soon enough, he picked up speed dramatically, slamming into you roughly over and over until you cried out incoherently, shaking uncontrollably underneath him.

Each deep plunge left you feeling raw and exposed, causing an intense wave of sensation to wash over your entire body as he plundered you relentlessly, leaving nothing untouched save your poor, abused bottom.

"Ahh! Fuck... I-I can't take anymore!" You gasped, writhing wildly beneath him.

Chan swiftly continued to ignore you, pounding into you forcefully regardless, driving you closer and closer towards climax. With a gasp, you came undone, screaming wordlessly into the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed over you, sending you spiraling deeper into oblivion with each passing second. Panting and trembling, you tried desperately to get some semblance of composure, but found that impossible given the intensity of your orgasm.

All sense fled from you as the blissful euphoria consumed you, leaving only your core pulsating with unending desire, yearning to feel Chan's touch once more. However, one single action stopped him dead in his tracks.

Your eyes shot open wide in surprise as you started to squirt all over his cock, drenching him with your juices. Your legs quivered violently beneath you, buckling slightly as you trembled and shuddered with pleasure. At last, Chan slowed his pace considerably, allowing you to come down from your high slowly. When he finally pulled free of you, you collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, panting heavily and staring blankly ahead.

For a good minute, neither one of you moved. Chan was in complete shock, his jaw hanging slack and his hand frozen halfway toward your ass. On the other side, you were utterly mortified. Not because of the fact that you just orgasmed like a slutty little whore, but rather, the fact that you had done so right in front of him.

The very thought of him seeing your naked body sprawled out across his bed, glistening with your arousal, turned you beet red, despite everything.

"Woah... what happened? Are you alright?" He asked nervously, moving forward gingerly to check on you.

You nodded shyly, blushing furiously. "I'm fine..."

Still unsure of whether he should believe you or not, Chan sat beside you and gently brushed your hair aside. "Are you sure? You uhm... squirted pretty hard there..."

"Y-Yeah, I did. I'm sorry if I had ruined the mood for us," You said apologetically, averting his gaze from him.

Chan's brow furrowed worriedly, and he leaned down to give you a kiss. "It's okay. That was actually kinda hot. Maybe I should start being rough more often..."

"R-Really?!" You exclaimed excitedly, tilting your head up to look at him.

A mischievous grin spread across his face, dimples appearing in his cheeks and causing you to smile bashfully in return. "Mhm. Just as long as you keep squirting for me, babygirl~"

The two of you shared another quick peck, before he began to pleasure your insides with his fingers, coaxing out several small aftershocks from your sensitive pussy.

His thumb rubbed teasing circles around your clit while his finger worked its magic, bringing you quickly back to full strength. As much as you wanted him to continue, however, he knew better than to push your limits any further tonight. Instead, he simply teased you mercilessly, prolonging the inevitable by making you wait for it.

Lee Minho / Minho's moist tongue didn't hesitate to plunge itself deep into your pussy, causing you to gasp audibly. The feeling of his lips on your clit was incredible — almost too much to bear at first. He lapped up every drop that spilled out from between your legs, then going back for more. You were so turned on by the sight of him devouring you like this; it made your insides softly melt away into pure pleasure.

His hands stroked down over your thighs as he ate you, pressing against them in a way that felt quite intimate. Your whole body tingled all over when he did this, especially where his fingers dug into your skin. It wasn't long before you began buckling under the pressure of how good everything felt. You couldn't take anymore without coming...

"Minho," You whimpered softly, "I'm gonna—"

"You better not." Minho threatened darkly, shoving two thick fingers inside you, curving them so they rubbed directly across your g-spot while still thrusting his tongue hard and fast along your throbbing clit. "Don't even think about cumming until I tell you to... or else. Got it?"

He punctuated each word with another lick, and the stimulation sent waves rippling through you, causing goose bumps to break out all over your arms and shoulders. Everything seemed far away now, except for those delicious sensations flooding through your entire being. They grew stronger until there was no stopping what happened next. A sharp gasp escapes, and suddenly your stomach lurched violently.

The room began to spin around you, making your head spin even more than it already had been. But instead of falling off the bed or passing out altogether, something else took control: your orgasmic bliss.

All of it washed over you like a wave, crashing down upon you one last time. This new sensation was close to giving you such an intense release unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. Still, you did your absolute best to hold it back — knowing full well how Minho would react if you didn't, but also wanting desperately to prolong what felt like the most amazing thing imaginable.

"Don't stop!" You cry out loudly, grabbing onto Minho's hair tightly as he continues eating you out rather greedily. "Fuck! Don't stop, don't fucking stop, please just keep going... I can't take no more..."

"Needy little bitch," He growls, continuing to lap up every bit of cum that spills from within you. You're panting heavily, trying desperately not to lose consciousness. "Although, hearing you beg me to do things is kinda hot~"

Minho pulls his mouth away, licking his lips slowly.

He looks up at you with a wicked grin on his face, which only makes your heart skip several beats in response. No doubt, he knew exactly how sexy he looked right now, looking all smug and satisfied after pleasuring you so thoroughly. Then, without warning, he grabs you roughly by the hips and flips you over. You squeak loudly, but only because of the suddenness of it all, otherwise you wouldn't have cared about being manhandled.

As soon as you lay face down on the sheets, Minho sits back up, lifting both your legs high above your head. Before you can protest, he takes advantage of this position and enters, pushing himself deeper each time. With your lower half raised in the air, there isn't anywhere for you to go except forward. And once again, you feel completely powerless to resist. You're held firmly in place as Minho begins pounding you mercilessly, his cock sliding easily and deeply within you.

There's nothing stopping him from doing whatever he wants, and you know it.

Suddenly, you felt your own mind going blank. There's nothing but pleasure. Nothing but Minho. As he pounds into you harder and faster, your body begins to shake uncontrollably. You squeeze tight around his shaft, trying to pull him even further inside you. Every part of you feels hypersensitive, like your nerves are firing off signals at random. Even breathing becomes difficult.

Out of nowhere, you feel a intense surge of juices burst out from between your legs, coating Minho's cock. You gasp aloud, surprised at yourself, but you don't care. Liquid drips down onto your inner thighs, pooling around your knees. Your eyes roll back into your head, and you start moaning louder and louder, unable to help it.

Everything around you seems distant, fading quickly away.

Your whole world is reduced to Minho's cock plunging relentlessly inside you, filling you entirely. Over and over again, he buries himself deep inside you, taking all of your essence and leaving none behind. It's almost painful, feeling every inch of him stretching you wide open. Yet somehow, that pain is turned to pure ecstasy.

All too suddenly, Minho stops, pulling his dick out of you with a loud pop. You let out a disappointed moan, reaching blindly toward him. A second later, though, you hear him laugh.

"Damn," He says playfully, "Look at all the juice you made for me~!"

His words bring you back to reality. Forcing your eyelids open, you look down between your legs. Sure enough, a large puddle of clear liquid has formed underneath you, covering folds of your skin in sticky strands of fluid. You reach down to touch it, then immediately recoil when you realize what you've done.

"Shit," You say out loud, wiping the mess off your hand onto the sheet beneath you. "I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? This?" Minho asks, sounding amused. "You should feel proud. That stuff was pretty much the sexiest thing I think I've seen yet."

"Sexy?" You ask incredulously, glancing up at him. "Are you serious? We were just—"

Before you can finish your sentence, Minho leans down and kisses you hard on the lips. His tongue slips past your parted lips, exploring your mouth eagerly. You whimper softly, still shocked by how quickly everything happened. But before long, you find yourself kissing him back, letting him lead the way. His hands move up your sides, cupping your breasts possessively. They bounce slightly as he squeezes them, causing you to squeal lightly.

"Just what? Just started having sex?" Minho teases, leaning back up and smirking. "That doesn't count."

"Shut up," You reply with an annoyed sigh, rolling your eyes. You glance down at the mess you made, noticing for the first time how wet your thighs actually are. The bedsheets were soaked through, and there's no denying it; you came quite a bit during those last few minutes. Not that you minded, of course.

Seo Changbin / Changbin's hand gently wrapped around your throat, carful to not hurt you. You whimpered and squirmed as he leaned in closer so his lips could kiss yours softly on the neck. He slowly ran a finger along your jawline down, and towards your earlobe, where it would rest for just an instant, before sliding back up again. His breath was hot against your skin, and you shivered from head-to-toe with anticipation of what else he had planned.

Your hands were free now that they weren't holding onto him anymore, but Changbin didn't seem inclined to let go yet. Instead, he began tracing lines all over your body; starting at your collarbone then moving upwards until his fingers found their way under your shirt. The moment he touched bare flesh, you gasped out loud and pulled away slightly - only to have him grip even tighter around your waist, preventing any escape.

"I won't be gentle," He whispered into your ear, sending another wave of goosebumps through every inch of your body. "You're mine now."

He slid both hands up underneath your bra, cupping each breast carefully while keeping one hand firmly clamped around your stomach. Your breathing grew heavier when his thumb grazed across your nipple and sent tingling sensations throughout your entire chest.

With no other option available right now, you simply nodded silently and closed your eyes tight as if hoping this whole ordeal would never end... And fortunately, it seemed like things were about to get much more interesting between the two of you very shortly.

As he continued kissing you passionately, Changbin unclasped your bra completely. It fell off your shoulders and landed somewhere near the bed behind you, leaving you naked and exposed to him once again. With nothing left to hide, you decided to give in fully to whatever was going to happen next.

You opened yourself up entirely to him, giving full reign to do with you as he pleased.

His hands moved quickly after that, taking advantage of how eager you were to please by pushing your pants down further and fumbling with the buttons. After several seconds of struggling, he managed to open them enough to pull down your panties without removing them altogether. They ended up falling to either side of your ankles, allowing him easy access to your pussy.

The second his tongue made contact with your folds, you came almost instantly. A long moan escaped your mouth as pleasure coursed through every single part of your body; causing your hips to buck wildly beneath him. He responded immediately, lapping up everything he could find inside your cunt, making sure there wasn't a drop of cum or liquid left anywhere.

When he finally lifted his face up from between your legs, you couldn't help but stare at him lustfully, waiting eagerly for more.

"Mm..." Changbin hummed happily, clearly impressed by his own work. "That's quite some lubrication I've got here."

"Don't blame me for finishing too soon," You mumbled, still panting heavily. "You're the one who's worked me up so badly."

"And look how well it paid off!" Changbin chuckled, reaching forward to grab your ass cheek and pulling you close. "Now come on, show me what else you can do."

Before you knew it, he had flipped you over onto your back and was hovering above you, smirking smugly as he watched you wiggle your butt around. Even though his cock felt huge compared to the rest of him, it fit perfectly within your slick entrance; stretching you wide and filling every last bit of space.

"Oh fuck..." You breathed out, staring up at him as his dick slowly sank deeper into your wet hole. "So good..."

A low groan slipped past his lips as he pressed himself all the way inside of you. There was absolutely zero resistance whatsoever, which allowed him to slide in easily despite its girthiness. As expected, it caused your inner walls to squeeze tightly around him, drawing out a soft gasp from his throat.

You looked down between your thighs, watching Changbin's shaft disappear into your depths. Every time his thick length hit bottom, a new wave of pleasure rushed through your core, forcing you to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood. The sight of his cock disappearing deep into you was incredibly sexy, especially considering how large his dick was.

It took less than thirty seconds for him to start fucking you. Slowly at first, he withdrew halfway only to push back in harder. Soon enough, he was pounding you relentlessly, slamming his hips into yours forcefully while squeezing your tits roughly. You moaned loudly from the roughness of his touch, gasping whenever he grabbed your breasts too harshly. But the pain only added to the thrill, helping you to forget just how big he actually was.

The bed shook violently beneath you, knocking the pillows off the headboard repeatedly as he fucked you faster and faster. His balls slapped against your lower back with each thrust, smacking your skin so hard that you thought it might leave bruises. Not that it mattered much since you'd already been marked by him many times before.

But even though his size was intimidating, Changbin kept up an incredible pace. He pounded your insides mercilessly until you cried out from the overwhelming amount of sensation flooding your body. Sweat dripped freely down his forehead, mingling with your own glistening sheen. Yet he didn't slow down for anything, not even when you begged him to stop.

Instead, he merely slowed slightly, slowing down just enough to make sure you wouldn't pass out.

"Ahh...Changbin..." You whimpered breathlessly, clutching onto the sheets beside you as he began moving again. "I'm gonna... can't take anymore—"

A sudden sharp jolt shot straight through your pelvis, followed by another and yet another. Your entire body tensed up from the intense bursts of pleasure shooting through you, sending ripples throughout your stomach and making you writhe uncontrollably. Squirts of warm fluid coated your thighs as you squealed like a little girl, moaning louder and higher pitched than ever before.

Changbin didn't stop there however, continuing to slam his throbbing cock deep inside of you. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves radiating outward from your center, making it impossible to keep quiet no matter how loud you tried. The strings of the mattress snapped under the force of his thrusts, leaving them hanging limply from their posts.

Soon enough, the two of you collapsed atop the bed together, both completely spent. You lay there, unable to move as sweat poured down your naked chest and pooled between your thighs.

"Hahaha...oh my god..." You laughed weakly, trying to catch your breath. "How are we going to clean this mess?"

"We'll worry about that later," Changbin murmured sleepily, resting his hand on top of your thigh. "But... I wasn't expecting you to squirt like that."

"H-Huh?" You gasped, looking down between your legs.

Sure enough, a small puddle of cum rested right below where his dick disappeared inside of you. It was mostly clear, but a few stray strands of white mixed in. And judging by the fact that most of it was dripping down onto the blankets underneath you, it seemed like you were leaking more than usual.

"Wow..." You smiled shyly, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze. "Didn't know you could get me off so fast."

"Well, if you want more..." Changbin trailed off suggestively, leaning down and kissing your shoulder gently. "Just say the word."

Hwang Hyunjin / You couldn't stop yourself from gagging around Hyunjin's thick fingers, as they roughly caressed the inside of your throat. He giggled at how pathetic a sight it was, and began to squeeze harder on each pass until you were practically choking in his hand. You had no choice but to swallow hard or risk losing consciousness completely. It felt like he'd be able to do that with ease if he wanted too... which only made him laugh more.

"Such a good little slut," Hyunjin praised, swirling the tip of his digits around your tongue before pushing them back down into your mouth again. "Suck them, now."

The roughness of his hands against your skin sent shivers up and down your spine; not because of fear, but excitement for what would come next. You sucked hungrily on one finger after another, eager to please him.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you took every inch of his long, slender digit deep within your wet mouth – moaning softly when it hit the very back of your throat. His other hand went between your legs once more, gently stroking your pussy through the fabric of your skirt while making sure you didn't miss out on any action either.

The way he kept teasing your clit without ever touching it directly made all sorts of delicious tingles shoot straight up your body.

Hyunjin leaned closer over you then, so close that his breath tickling your earlobe made you squirm in anticipation. "Mmhmm..." He murmured, licking along its rim slowly. "... I think you're ready for my cock, aren't you?"

His words set off an intense rush of lust within you, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting right to your core. A whimper escaped your lips as you nodded vigorously, unable to speak past the tight grip his fingers held onto your throat.

He chuckled lightly at this response, running his free hand up your neck and tilting your head towards him. Without hesitation, he pressed his open mouth against yours – kissing you passionately as he slipped two fingers inside of your dripping pussy. You moaned deeply into his mouth as he continued thrusting both of his slick digits deeper and deeper inside of you, filling you up until there wasn't much room left.

All thoughts about keeping quiet disappeared under the sheer ecstasy caused by his ministrations, leaving you panting heavily beneath him.

"That's it, slut... take those fingers like a good girl." Hyunjin cooed, nibbling playfully on your lower lip. "I bet you want me to fuck you really bad, don't you? To fill your pretty little pussy full of my hot cum, hmm~?"

"I-I— Mmph!" You mewled against his mouth, struggling to form coherent words due to how turned on you were becoming.

Hyunjin smiled darkly down at you, still fingering your soaking pussy. The heat emanating from his touch made you shudder uncontrollably, desperate for something else to happen soon.

There was nothing better than being taken advantage of, especially when the person doing it knew exactly what they were doing. The idea that he could make you feel this good just by playing with your cunt made you quiver, knowing he must have some sort of special technique to go along with his impressive size. That thought alone almost pushed you over the edge already, but you managed to hold back somehow. For now, anyways...

With a light groan of satisfaction, Hyunjin pulled away from your kiss and moved his face back to yours – smirking lewdly at your flushed expression. "So cute... I love watching you get fucked, little thing."

"Hngh..." You panted, trying your hardest not to moan.

A playful smirk curled across his lips. "Do you want me to finish you off first? Or should we move things along?"

Your breathing quickened as he slid his fingers out of your soaked pussy, making you whine in protest. Your thighs clenched tightly together, squeezing his digits in a futile attempt to keep them trapped within your folds. Even though you weren't getting anything more, it hurt having them removed – reminding you of the fact that you'd been denied for far too long.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, forcing him to lay flat atop you.

"Oh~?" Hyunjin breathed, staring down at you with wide eyes. "Did you finally decide to let me fuck you properly?"

"Yes, please," You whispered fervently, meeting his gaze with hungry eyes.It only took a few seconds for him to position himself above you – letting you stare down at his huge shaft tentatively.

It looked even bigger up close, causing you to bite your bottom lip nervously. Before you had time to second guess yourself, he gripped his thick length firmly between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle tug. As expected, his dick sprang upright, throbbing eagerly against his stomach.

With a soft grunt, Hyunjin positioned himself further down your torso, resting his weight upon your chest. He stared down at you expectantly, waiting for your permission to enter you fully.

"Do it," You replied simply, gripping his sides tighter.

"Hehe~! Well, if you insist..." Hyunjin said with a chuckle before pushing forwards, sinking half of his cock inside your warm hole. The feeling of him stretching your insides made you gasp, clenching around his girth instinctively.

His tip rubbed directly against your deepest parts, eliciting another low cry from your lips. The sudden sensation made you writhe beneath him, moaning softly as you felt him start sliding deeper. Each inch filled you up a bit more, until his entire length sunk deep inside of you. It stretched you out painfully, burning as he sank deeper and deeper inside of you.

After several minutes spent taking his massive member all the way in, Hyunjin paused – allowing you to adjust to his size.

You moaned in contentment once you got used to his thickness, pressing your cheek against his muscular shoulder as he began slowly pumping his hips. His slow pace was enough to drive you crazy, the friction of his pelvis rubbing against yours driving you wild. Every time he thrust upwards into your depths, you squeezed tight around him, relishing every single moment of pleasure radiating through your body.

"Mm..." Hyunjin hummed appreciatively, leaning down to nuzzle your ear affectionately, while continuing his rhythmic fucking. "It's pretty warm in here, isn't it?"

"Yeah," You gasped, tilting your head to meet his mouth hungrily. "I like it."

His lips met yours in an eager embrace, both your tongues tangling together in heated passion. A shiver ran down your spine, sending goosebumps rushing over your skin. When you broke apart from each other, your breath came out raggedly, leaving you panting heavily.

"Good. Because I'm going to be here for awhile." Hyunjin chuckled throatily. "Don't worry; I'll take my sweet time filling you up~"

You gulp audibly, biting your lip hard as you watch him continue to slide his cock in and out of your dripping sex. You couldn't help but whimper when he hit your deepest parts, making your inner walls clench tightly around his invading shaft. The pressure only made him push harder, pounding his length into you relentlessly.

Every inch of his thick meat forced its way inside of you, spreading you open so much that it almost hurt. Despite how good it felt, it still left you gasping for air. You could feel your slickness coating his shaft as he plunged repeatedly inside of you, filling you up completely. Each plunge made you squeeze tighter around him, unable to stop yourself from crying out loudly.

"Hyunjin!" You cried out, struggling beneath him. "Please, make me cum already..."

"What do you think this is, huh?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, grabbing your ass roughly by the cheeks. "This is where I get to have my fun. So, don't go thinking that just because you're begging, I'm gonna give you what you want... or else you might find yourself regretful later on~"

"Ahh-!" You groaned, digging your nails into his back.

He smirked down at you, chuckling darkly as he continued to pound away. "No matter what you say or beg for...this is mine now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled free from you, pulling your legs towards him. Without warning, Hyunjin pushed forwards again, burying his entire length inside of you without missing a beat. Your inner muscles clenched tightly around him, milking his thick length as he pounded into you.

His hands grabbed onto your thighs, holding them tightly as his cock pistoned inside of you. Your pussy burned fiercely, leaking juices freely down your thigh as his large cock slid in and out of you. The heat intensified whenever he hit your deepest parts, forcing you to cling to him desperately. He kept up his relentless rhythm, plunging into you over and over again, not stopping no matter how much you begged him.

Something new started to build up within you, growing stronger and hotter with every passing minute. Just as you thought you were about ready to explode, Hyunjin slammed his hips forward one final time. His balls slapped against your clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting straight to your core.

Warm juices squirt between your folds as you climaxed on his cock, spasming wildly underneath him.

"Fuck, yes! Hyunjin, oh fuck! You feel so fucking good!" You cried out as the orgasm rolled through you, filling your entire body with light. "Oh, fuck!"

"That's right, scream for me," Hyunjin growled hotly, slamming himself into you over and over again. The combination of his rough movements and your sensitive clit sent you spiralling into yet another mind-melting climax.

Hot waves of pleasure washed through you, tightening your inner muscles around his shaft. With a loud cry, you shattered under him, coming undone entirely. Your eyes closed, your jaw slackened and your voice went hoarse, letting out high pitched whimpers of blissful ecstasy.

Han Jisung / Jisung thrusted into your mouth with such force that you felt the tip of his dick hit the back wall. You were so turned on, and it was only getting worse as he pushed deeper inside until finally all six inches had disappeared down your throat. He held onto both sides of your head tightly while thrusting in and out rapidly like a jackhammer, making sure to keep most of him deep within your mouth.

The vibrations from his hips against yours sent shivers up and down your spine, but even more than that, Jisung's moans made every nerve ending in your body come alive at once. It took everything for you not to cum right there; however, Jisung still wasn't done yet. He pulled almost half way out before pushing himself back in again and repeating this process over and over without any mercy or pause. His cock swelled bigger by the second as precum oozed from its tip each time it slid past your lips.

Saliva dripped down his shaft too, which further added to the sensation of having something thick and hard sliding between them. Your tongue flicked along the underside of Jisung's dick, trying to get rid of some excess saliva coating his length, and then lapped around his balls when they rolled slightly forward into view

You could feel yourself growing dizzy due to lack of oxygen, but you didn't want to stop sucking just yet. The erotic sight of Jisung fucking your face drove you wilder than anything else ever did. He looked like a beast, holding you down against the bed while using you as his personal fuck toy. This was exactly what you wanted—to be used and degraded in front of someone who wouldn't judge you. Someone you knew would never leave you behind...

"Mmm, I love the way you suck on my cock, my sexy little slut," Jisung growled lowly, causing your eyes to widen. "I bet you could do this all day."

His words caused an electric jolt through your entire being, sending tingles shooting throughout your nerves. You'd been craving this kind of attention since forever ago, and now that it was here, you couldn't help but let loose.

Your hands grabbed hold of Jisung's thighs as best you could, squeezing tight enough to cause bruises if necessary. Your cheeks hollowed out as much as possible, allowing his girth to slide effortlessly down your throat, and then you began bobbing your head faster. If anyone saw you right now, they might have thought you were a professional porn star giving one hell of a blow job. But no, this was all real life. All these sensations were happening to you. And you loved it.

Tears stung your eyes from how good it felt, especially knowing that Jisung was enjoying every single moment of it. Even though his cock grew harder and thicker with each passing minute, you continued to work your magic. Every inch of him was coated in a layer of spit and drool, which also helped lubricate things nicely.

As soon as he reached his limit, he pulled away abruptly from your lips. Instantly, you cough and choke on whatever air you managed to catch in your lungs, which resulted in another loud moan escaping your parted lips.

Jisung smirked smugly down at you, wiping a hand across you chin to clean off some of the mess. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

You nodded quickly, swallowing down the last bits of his precum still stuck to your mouth. "Y-Yeah, mmfh, mnph... I mean, no! I'm fine, really!"

The look of concern on his face instantly melted away when he realized you weren't injured. Instead, his smirk returned in full force, followed shortly after by his hungry gaze.

"You're pretty tough," Jisung said, running his fingers through your hair affectionately. "It's nice to know you can take me rough sometimes."

A blush spread across your cheeks as you stared back up at him, unable to say anything. The compliment made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but at the same time, it only fueled your desire. You craved more abuse. More pleasure. A lot more.

Jisung leaned closer to whisper directly into your ear. "Think you can keep going, baby? Or are you ready to give up already?"

With that question hanging in the air, you struggled to form coherent thoughts. You didn't want to disappoint him, but you also needed to breathe. When you opened your eyes, Jisung was staring down at you intently, waiting patiently for your answer. You glanced over to see his dick still twitching, ready for more pleasure. That alone gave you the motivation you needed to continue. Slowly, you pushed yourself upward until your chest rested on top of Jisung's thigh. With shaky breaths, you sucked in a few deep gulps of fresh air before looking back at him.

"Uhm..." You whispered breathlessly. "N-No, I don't think I'll give up just yet."

Jisung smiled proudly at your response, which caused a rush of warmth to flood your body. It was so easy to fall under his spell. To surrender everything to him. As long as he was there to protect you, nothing else mattered.

He moved his hips upwards again, letting the tip of his penis rub against the roof of your mouth once more. His eyes narrowed as he watched you carefully, waiting to make sure you were alright. After taking several slow breaths, you finally relaxed and resumed your blowjob.

This time, you focused solely on the task at hand; getting his dick as wet and slippery as possible. Then, without any hesitation or shame, you slid your lips up and down the length of him. Just thinking about how hard it had been to get him to come made your heart ache, and you immediately regretted not doing it sooner. Now that you knew what to expect, however, you were determined to bring him as close to orgasm as humanly possible.

Jisung moaned deeply as you did exactly that, sucking on the underside of his shaft while stroking him with both hands. He gripped onto your shoulders tightly as you went deeper than ever before, eliciting a soft grunt from his throat. Your saliva combined with the precum created a thin film coating his cock, making it easier to glide along its surface.

After a few minutes passed like that, Jisung lifted himself off of your head, causing you to gasp loudly. "Hm? What's wrong, Jisung?"

His breathing was ragged as he spoke, forcing you to lean forward slightly to hear him properly. "Bend over..."

Without hesitating, you complied. You bent down further, resting your elbows on either side of the bed, leaving your ass sticking straight up in the air. Jisung wasted no time climbing between your legs and positioning himself behind you. One of his hands grabbed hold of your waist, holding you steady while the other one traced circles around your clit.

Your stomach clenched tight at the sensation, sending waves of heat rushing through your lower half. You bit down on your lip nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight quiver in your voice. Thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with pleasuring you instead.

Jisung ran his thumb gently across your swollen bud, rubbing it firmly enough to elicit a small whimper from you. Once he felt comfortable, he began sliding his digit in and out of you, slowly increasing the tempo. Soon, your pussy started dripping wetter and wetter, soaking his fingers completely.

Before long, Jisung added two digits to his foreplay, stretching you open wide while simultaneously stimulating every inch of your sensitive flesh. The pressure built steadily, turning your insides into molten lava and your brain into mush. You couldn't help but moan loudly, squirming underneath his touch even though you tried your best to remain calm and collected.

Jisung chuckled softly as he continued playing with your pussy, occasionally tracing a finger near your ass to tease you. Each time he did, you tensed up, unsure if this would be another instance where he'd use his tongue on you. However, each time he pulled away quickly, giving you false hope that maybe, just maybe...

"Oh God!" You cried out sharply as an intense wave of pleasure hit you all at once, causing your knees to buckle.

The sudden gush of clear fluid splattered against Jisung's face, drenching his handsome features in a mixture of warm cum and sweat. It wasn't until after the second spurt that he realized what had happened, pulling back abruptly to wipe it off of his cheek. His eyes widened when he noticed the mess he'd made, glancing up at you sheepishly. You blushed brightly, averting your gaze for fear of seeing disappointment in those beautiful brown orbs.

"Oh wow..." He breathed out heavily, staring at you curiously. "That's something you don't see everyday."

You giggled weakly, nodding in agreement. "No kidding..."

Lee Felix / Your wrists were tied tightly together as you sat patiently in a nearby chair. Large amounts of embarrassment washed over you as Felix looked at the ropes around your wrists with an amused smile on his freckled face. You tried not to blush too hard in front of him, but it was difficult when he stood there naked from the waist up while looking down at you like that. He had just finished showering before coming back out here, so he wasn't wearing anything except for some dark blue boxer briefs which barely covered most of his figure.

The material clung tightly to them and showed off every muscle beneath. His cock poked through one leg hole and hung low between his legs; thick and long enough to make your mouth water even though you'd already tasted what lay underneath those boxers once before. It would be easy to look away if this were anyone else's dick, but seeing how excited Felix got whenever you touched yourself made it impossible not to stare at his bulge all day.

"Sorry. Did I make you wait long?" He asked casually after a moment spent admiring your bound form. "Not that I care much, since my hands are free~"

He walked towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact as he did so. Your heart raced and your breath came short each time he approached until finally he stopped right behind where you sat. With no hesitation whatsoever, he grabbed hold of the rope binding both your arms to the armrests and pulled sharply upwards, causing your torso to jerk backwards into his chest. He let go immediately and stepped back again, giving himself plenty of space to admire your flushed cheeks and pouting lips.

"But, you're happy see me, right?" He asked teasingly, making you shiver slightly despite the warmth of his skin against yours.

"Y-Yeah," You mumbled shyly, unable to meet his gaze.

Felix chuckled softly. "I knew it."

His hand moved forward again then, sliding under your chin and tilting your head upward to force you to look directly at him. That only served to further embarrass you because now he could get a good view down your shirt, revealing more than enough cleavage to drive any man crazy. Even Felix seemed taken aback by it, taking a few moments to study your breasts before returning his eyes to your own.

You gulped audibly.

"Is something wrong? Are these small?" He teased gently, cupping one breast in either palm and squeezing lightly. A shudder ran through you as he squeezed harder, feeling the softness of your flesh through the fabric. "Or is it their color that makes you flinch?"

It took everything you had to keep yourself from squirming, especially when he slid his hand under the edge of your bra cup and rubbed your nipple through the thin cotton. All thoughts of embarrassment fled as he pinched your sensitive bud, sending electric jolts through your entire body. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, trying desperately to ignore how turned on you felt. But it was proving very difficult, especially considering how close he kept getting to touching you...

"Hmhm..." Felix hummed thoughtfully, leaning closer still. "What are you thinking about, hmm?"

You couldn't help blushing hotly at the sound of his voice. And yet, somehow you managed to reply without stumbling over your words or stammering.

"...Well, um.." You cleared your throat nervously, staring intently at his face. "I'm imagining...how it feels to have you inside me."

The corners of Felix' lips quirked up. "...Oh really?"

You nodded quickly, biting your lower lip as his fingers continued to rub circles around your nipple through your shirt.

"Doesn't it feel nice?" He breathed seductively, trailing kisses along your jawline. "I sure hope so..."

You moaned loudly when his tongue slipped past your parted lips and traced its way across your cheekbone. He licked his way down your neck, leaving wet trails as he went, stopping briefly to suckle your exposed collar bone. Aroused murmurs filled the room as Felix worked his way downwards, kissing and licking everywhere he could reach. When he reached your tits, he pushed aside your bra cups and sucked greedily at your nipples, eliciting another loud moan from you.

"Mmph!"

Felix laughed quietly at your reaction, pulling away to watch your chest rise and fall with ragged breaths. Your hands were still bound together, keeping you stuck in place, but that didn't stop you from reaching out to touch him. You curled your fingers into his hair, tugging lightly and moaning as he kissed his way down your stomach. The heat of his mouth was incredible, driving you wild with need for more.

When his tongue finally found itself nestled between your thighs, you whimpered and pressed your hips forwards, desperate to feel more. Unfortunately, your hands remained tied securely above your head, leaving you completely helpless as he lapped at your slit like some kind of ravenous animal.

You cried out wordlessly as his warm tongue swirled around your entrance, dipping deep and pushing just far enough inside to tease the nerves within. His hot breath tickled your inner thigh, sending a rush of tingly sensation down below, prompting you to push your legs wider apart to give him better access.

"Nnggghhh..." You grunted weakly, struggling to keep your focus on anything other than the pleasure radiating outward from your core. "Felix... untie me, please..."

He smirked up at you, watching your face closely while his tongue continued to work magic upon your most intimate parts.

"No can do, babe." He said simply, moving his attention to your clit instead.

You gasped loudly as he circled your swollen nub with his tongue, tracing little patterns all over it. It wasn't long before you began bucking wildly beneath him, crying out incoherently as he pleasured you. Each time you did, he would take advantage of the opportunity to lick you deeper, rubbing his tongue hard against your slick folds until you came undone once again. This happened several times throughout the course of what felt like an eternity, each orgasm stronger than the last. By the end, you were practically begging him to let you cum, no matter how much it hurt.

But, Felix merely smiled up at you, continuing to lap hungrily at your pussy. He slowed his pace significantly though, letting you catch your breath after every climax before starting anew. You tried to fight back the growing desperation building inside you, wanting nothing more than to see him release too. But, it was impossible to resist the temptation of his skilled tongue.

As soon as you started to relax, he'd start to move faster, swirling his tongue around your engorged clit until you were gasping and panting, writhing uncontrollably underneath him. Even then, he wouldn't relent, pressing himself against your quivering thighs and using them to pull you even tighter against him. With each thrust of his tongue, he made it easier for you to grind your soaked mound against his face.

Finally, you gave in to your urges, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly and grinding your hips into his face. As soon as you did, Felix groaned deeply, pushing one final inch further into your needy cunt. You screamed loudly, releasing yourself fully around his eager tongue, shuddering violently as you came all over his face. Squirting your juices onto his chin, he pulled back abruptly, swallowing the sticky fluid off his mouth and smiling wickedly at you.

You panted heavily, trying desperately not to pass out from the intense wave of bliss coursing through your body.

Kim Seungmin / Seungmin chuckled softly, watching you squirm underneath him like a pathetic worm on it's back. He had your legs spread wide and gripping the sheets tightly in both hands, as he slowly fucked into you from behind, his cock sliding deep inside of every time it pushed through that tight opening.

His balls slapped against your ass each time they swung low enough to do so, making you moan with pleasure, even though you knew better than anyone how good this was going to feel when he finally let loose inside of you. Seungmin could barely contain himself anymore either; his thrusts becoming harder and faster until all at once he pulled out completely before slamming back inside again.

Your head fell forward onto the pillow as he continued to fuck into you over and over, his hips slapping against yours with each hard thrust while those thick fingers dug deeply into your flesh beneath. The bed shook under both your combined weight, causing the wooden frame to creak loudly but not loud enough for either one of you to care about right now. It wasn't long after that he grabbed hold of your waist tighter still, pulling down harshly on it whenever he felt like pushing deeper inside of you or giving you more leverage if needed.

"I have to say... I'm impressed." You mumbled quietly between moans. "You being so rough seems very rare these days..."

"You think so? That makes two of us," Seungmin replied breathlessly, pausing only briefly to look up at you. His eyes were bright red with lust, sweat glistening along his brow. Your own body was covered in a light sheen too, despite the fact that you weren't doing much moving around besides moaning and panting heavily.

Seungmin smirked slightly, shaking his head lightly as he resumed fucking you. He didn't bother saying anything else, just grunted softly and kept pumping away relentlessly. Even though you couldn't see what was happening behind you, you heard the sounds of skin smacking together and gasping breaths coming from below you, which told you exactly where he was at the moment.

Your body tensed up slightly each time he slammed home, feeling another orgasm building quickly within you. Seungmin's grip tightened further upon your waist, before loosening up entirely, allowing you to fall forwards onto the mattress without any support whatsoever. You groaned lowly, unable to keep yourself upright due to the intense sensations running through you.

He didn't seem to mind much however, continuing to pound into you forcefully as he did so. Every inch of skin rubbed together sent sparks shooting through your entire being, making you whimper helplessly as your climax began to build ever higher. Just as it seemed you would pass the point where you couldn't handle anymore, he reached up and grabbed your hair roughly by the roots, yanking upwards sharply.

The pain only served to heighten the intensity of what was happening to you, sending jolts of electricity racing throughout your nerves as his dick throbbed deep inside of you repeatedly. All at once he stopped moving altogether, burying himself fully within you as he held you firmly there with just his pelvis pressed against your own. A strangled cry escaped your lips as you came undone, your muscles tightening and clenching around him uncontrollably.

"Oh... oh god..." you moaned weakly, gasping heavily as you tried desperately to catch your breath. "Ahh!"

Seungmin grunted out a few short curses as he began to empty himself inside of you, pumping hot cum, along with several other smaller spurts. Your pussy spasmed violently around his shaft as he kept moving, milking everything he could from you until there was absolutely nothing left. When he finally withdrew, you collapsed onto the bed next to him panting heavily, letting go of the sheet to clutch handfuls of fabric instead.

It took a moment longer before you realized his stamina hadn't waned in any way and that Seungmin had just been holding back for your sake. You lifted your head off the pillow to find him looking down at you curiously. One hand slid gracefully across your back gently, tracing the curves of your spine as he watched you closely.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah," You breathed out shakily, reaching up to wipe some sweat from your brow. "I'm fine."

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth briefly before he leaned down and kissed you softly, kissing each cheek and jawline carefully. The sweet sensation made your heart flutter, making it difficult to breathe properly for a brief second. After breaking apart he sat up straight and looked down at you, tilting your chin upwards so he could kiss you again.

This time he lingered, pressing his lips against yours tenderly. Each soft stroke of his tongue brought new feelings bubbling up within you, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded. Even though you should have been tired and sore, you found yourself craving more of his touch. Before you knew it you were sitting up on your knees and wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as best as you could given the circumstances.

After a minute or two he broke off again, resting his forehead against yours as he stared intently into your eyes. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer to you, laying his hands on top of your thighs and holding you close to him. For a moment neither one of you said anything, simply enjoying the closeness of the other person. Eventually he shifted slightly, shifting his weight so that he lay on his side facing you rather than face down.

"Ready for round two?" He murmured huskily, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip.

You giggled lightly, leaning in and kissing him back. "Always."

Seungmin chuckled softly as well, bringing his arm up and looping an ankle behind your knee. With little effort he flipped you onto your front, pinning your wrists above your head with his free hand and positioning himself atop you. You let out a quiet moan when he entered you once more, this time with far less hesitation. As always it felt incredible, filling every part of you and stretching you wide open.

His pace slowed down somewhat compared to last time, taking things slower as he savored the feel of being inside of you. It wasn't long after that before you started pushing against his hips, trying to encourage him to move faster. Seungmin obliged immediately, picking up speed gradually as you began to lose control over your breathing.

With a shuddering gasp you arched your spine upward, crying out loudly as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, causing you to arch your back even further and press your heels into his lower abdomen. His thrusts grew deeper, hitting all the right places at exactly the perfect angle, driving you wild with desire.

Just as your climax peaked another one struck you unexpectedly, you couldn't stop yourself from squirting liquid onto his lap. You cried out in surprise but continued bucking beneath him regardless, desperate for any kind of relief. Seungmin growled deeply, slamming home hard enough to make you bite your lip in response. Every inch of him stretched you tight and left you feeling utterly empty afterwards, which was quickly remedied by the warmth pooling between your legs.

"Woah..." You panted out raggedly, rolling your hips slowly underneath him as if testing how loose you still were.

"Right?" He agreed, stroking his fingers through your hair soothingly. "That's why I love doing this."

You hummed in agreement, staring up at the ceiling and closing your eyes tightly. The heat radiating off of his body combined with the way his chest moved against your breasts sent pleasant tingles throughout your entire frame. It didn't take long for you to start getting sleepy, unable to keep your eyes open no matter how badly you wanted to stay awake.

Yang Jeongin / Jeongin held you steadily above his face, lapping up your nethers with a wet tongue. He was so gentle, but the pleasure he gave you felt like heaven; it made every part of your body tingle and sing as if all its nerves were on fire. You arched over him, writhing in ecstasy at how good this felt – especially when Jeongin's fingers found their way onto your thighs and began to caress them softly.

They rubbed against that spot just below where they joined together, sending waves of heat through your lower tummy and making your hips jerk forward eagerly towards each stroke. His thumb traced circles around the soft skin between your legs until you could feel yourself getting ready for something else entirely, then suddenly his mouth left your folds altogether before returning there moments later.

The tip of his tongue swirled gently across your clit while two more digits pressed into your inner walls, teasingly stroking inside of you without entering fully. It sent shivers down your spine as you gasped out loud, feeling like an animal caught by a predator who wanted nothing more than to be devoured whole.

Your hands gripped handfuls of bedsheets tightly beneath you as another wave washed over you, only now it wasn't quite so much about what you'd been doing. Instead, it was purely about being taken right here and now. The sudden shift from lustful playfulness to raw carnality had you arching off the sheets even harder, moaning loudly into the pillows behind you. You writhed underneath Jeongin's skilled lips and fingers, wanting to feel everything he did to you – every single thing that made you want to come undone completely.

As he worked magic upon your pussy, your back arched higher and higher until finally, with a cry of pure bliss, you came hard against his face.

You bucked wildly atop him, unable to stop shaking or shuddering as the orgasm hit you full force. Every muscle in your entire body tensed up and trembled as Jeongin kept licking away, milking out every last drop of cum within you. When the aftershocks subsided, you collapsed backwards onto the bed beside him, panting heavily.

However, Jeongin hadn't stopped pleasuring you yet.

With one hand still gripping your thigh firmly, he reached upwards to take hold of your other leg instead. Then, using both hands, he spread open your labia wide apart once again before slipping his tongue deep inside you. You whimpered in delight at how good it felt, especially since it also meant you didn't have to move any further to enjoy himself too. All you needed to do was lie back and let him work wonders on your insides.

His talented tongue played along your g-spot slowly at first, tracing little circles around it before dipping deeper into your core. It felt wonderful having him touch you there intimately, especially since the rest of your body was already thoroughly satisfied. But as he continued moving his head rapidly against your sensitive flesh, you soon found yourself coming close to climax all over again.

"Mn..." You mewl out, holding onto his shoulders as you grind your pelvis against his face. "I need...something..."

"I know, baby," He replied, his tongue still going wild against you. "I'm gonna give it to you."

Jeongin moaned deeply as you rode his face, pushing him closer towards the edge himself. Just as you started to get near, he pulled back slightly to lick the outermost parts of your vulva clean, leaving your most tender spots untouched. This drove you mad with desire though, because it meant he knew exactly what you liked best. So when he plunged his tongue right back into you, it went straight for those same places that made you go weak at the knees.

With his tongue buried deep within your depths, Jeongin used long strokes to massage your clit as well as your G-spot simultaneously. He alternated between these motions, alternating between fast and slow. In turn, it pushed you ever closer to the brink of oblivion. However, unlike earlier, he wouldn't allow you to simply fall over the side and tumble into release. No, he would keep you hanging on the precipice, teetering on the very edge of the cliff.

Just when you thought you couldn't possibly endure anymore, he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with two fingers. They slipped inside you easily, gliding smoothly past your spasming muscles. Once he got them nice and slick, he curled his fingers inward, pressing directly against your deepest reaches. A moment later, you felt his thumb press hard against your clitoris. And as he moved his digits in tandem with the thrusting motion of his tongue, you exploded for a third time.

"Does that feel good?" Jeongin asked breathlessly, pushing his fingers deeper into your wetness.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you cried out, clutching desperately onto his shoulder blades. You weren't sure if you were speaking or screaming, but either way, it was enough to make him chuckle.

"I'll take that as a yes," He chuckled, continuing to stroke and suckle upon your sweet spot. "And, I'm guessing you want to cum again? Is that right~?"

You nodded quickly, unable to form words just then. Not with his mouth and fingers working their magic on you. He gave you no chance to respond anyway, plunging three fingers deep into your quivering folds. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making your toes curl and your stomach tighten up. You could barely breathe properly, so much was happening down below. Your whole lower half seemed to be filled by a powerful tingle that threatened to send you flying off the edge.

But somehow, despite being wracked with such intense sensations, you managed to stay grounded. Because Jeongin wasn't done with you quite yet. His fingers remained lodged inside you, pumping in and out of your hot core while his tongue licked its way across your swollen bud. At this point, you were beyond ready for another mind shattering climax. One more push from him, and you'd shatter completely.

"Jeongin..." You breathed out softly, moaning his name. "Please, just fuck me. I-I want you inside me..."

He looked up at you briefly, meeting your gaze before looking back downwards. He stared intently at where his fingers had been, watching as they disappeared into your clenching hole. Soon after, he brought them back to his lips, sucking on each digit like it was the tastiest thing in existence. You groaned loudly at that, feeling your legs tremble beneath you. As you watched, Jeongin's cock began to swell even larger than before. It grew longer until it hit your inner thighs, thickening and swelling even more. When it finally burst forth, you gasped aloud.

"Oh fuck!" You squealed out loud, staring wide eyed at the massive erection now standing proudly in front of you.

It was beautiful too, jutting out from his groin and pointing upwards. Its shaft was red, pink, and purple all at once, pulsating slightly. There was an impressive amount of pre-cum oozing out of its tip, which was only further proof how turned on Jeongin really was. The sight alone caused your own arousal to spike, sending wave after wave of heat surging through your body.

Even without touching yourself, you felt incredibly sensitive, almost painfully aroused. As you gazed down at Jeongin's magnificent length, he took hold of your hips firmly, pulling you close. With one hand gripping your hip tightly, he guided his cock towards your waiting entrance. You whimpered softly, shuddering as his cockhead pressed against your tight opening. But instead of entering you, Jeongin held himself there for several moments.

He didn't move any farther, merely teasing your insides with his girthy cock.

"How bad do you want me?" Jeongin whispered huskily, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to yours. "Do you need my dick inside of you? Do you crave it...?"

"I—" You began, but you were cut off when his lips pressed against yours, kissing you deeply. For a few seconds, he continued to kiss you, stealing your breath away with every touch of his soft lips. A moment later, however, he broke apart, leaving you gasping for air.

"Answer me." Jeongin said sternly, his voice low and raspy.

"Y-Yes," You breathed out, panting heavily. "Yes, I want you inside of me!"

His smile widened as he leaned closer still, his face mere inches from yours. Before you knew what was happening, Jeongin pulled you flush against his chest, holding you securely in place. His other arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you between his muscular arms. In response, you laid your hands over his broad shoulders, clinging tightly onto him. After all, you needed something to keep you steady. Something to stop you from falling to pieces. And right then, he was exactly that.

With little effort, Jeongin slid his rock hard member into your slick pussy, filling you entirely. You moaned loudly, buckling as he stretched your tender walls. He paused only long enough to give you time to adjust, before sliding his full length into you once again. Over and over, he pushed his throbbing cock inside of you until both your bodies were covered in sweat. By the end, you couldn't feel anything except Jeongin's hot flesh buried deep within you. Every inch of his length was stuffed inside your wet depths, stretching you wider than ever before.

Suddenly, he withdrew, causing you to cry out in protest. You reached for him desperately, trying to grab hold of his thick shaft. Only to find that he was already gone, having slipped free of your grip. You weren't sure why, but you felt something leak from you. The feeling made you gasp, unable to hide your surprise. However, you soon realized that you were leaking fluid everywhere. Your entire crotch area was soaked, glistening with your juices. Squirting fluids from your slit like some kind of fountain.

"You're dripping honey all over my bedsheets." Jeongin murmured, smiling at you sweetly. "Isn't that cute~?"

The sudden words caused you to freeze. "H-Honey?"

"Mhm. It's pretty amazing, isn't it? That my tongue and cock alone could make such a mess~" Jeongin chuckled quietly.

Your cheeks burned brightly as you glanced down, seeing your swollen sex leaking clear liquid onto the sheets below. Not only did it look obscene, but it also sent shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Jeongin must have noticed because he smirked darkly, reaching up and cupping your cheek.

"Don't feel embarrassed. I like watching you get messy." He purred, tilting your head back so he could gaze into your eyes. "Especially since this is just the beginning..."

[sunmoonjune]

storm clouds at midnight

pairing: poly!ot8 stray kids x fem!reader [werewolf! au]

warnings: minors dni!! extremely suggestive themes!! there is no explicit smut, cursing, but it’s probably the closest to smut I’ve written, predator/prey, chasing, suggestive content is 100% consensual by all parties, vampires are assholes, fear, blood, biting, minor mentions of reader not liking their body (no reference to size/shape), the boys are dirty-minded, a lot of teasing, dirty talk, a little choking, sub!reader, seriously this is probably mostly definitely smut so minors dniI!! there are member x member relationships in this

word count: 26.3k (ok I know I’m insane)

a/n: ok,,, listen I was supposed to write like four other things and not this... but maxident came out and I've been in my skz feels sooo this is the result. also yes! this is in the same universe as dewdrops at dawn (two different places with two different views of the supernatural) also,,, I am physically incapable of writing non-soulmate au’s it seems 

again, this work is considered as suggestive, please do not interact if you are a minor. 

You knew the wolves were there from the moment you moved in. 

Even despite the little power you possessed, you could recognize the enchanting magical aura that lingered in the depths of the dark forest. Without a doubt in your mind, you knew that werewolves resided in the trees beyond your home. In the small clearing at the edge of the woodside town, you could feel the surge of power that marked the boundary of their territory. Despite lacking the keen senses of their kind, you can still feel the border flicker with their strength when you toe the line. 

The night after you first moved into the little cabin on the borders of town, your entire being could sense the moment the wolves descended on your new home. 

Eight forms hid in the darkness of the trees – keeping their bodies shadowed under the cover of night. You could feel their aura and their magic as they investigated your presence. They were scanning for trouble - that you could tell. As a witch, moving into the borders of their territory was bound to draw suspicion. 

Though you lacked immense quantities of magic, you still had the thrum in your veins and the swell in your chest that indicated your link to the supernatural. A witch was a witch, through and through - no matter how much magic they possessed. Despite the disdain of your spellbinding kin, the comfort of the sentiment allowed you to continue practicing using little magic you possessed. 

It’s long after midnight when you feel the auras descend upon your clearing. Eight werewolves, their strength and power undeniable as they linger on their own border. You can almost feel their eyes flickering over your body as they scan your small home. Their sharp pupils leave no belonging untouched. Each of your possessions is investigated for magical inclination. Despite the foreboding indication of their pack’s fortitude, there was some lingering sense of excitement when you felt their eyes on your form. 

You could not blame their caution. When another supernatural being moves into the borders of their territory, it was more than justifiable to investigate their prowess. However, it was not their discretion that caught your attention. 

Something fizzled in the air between you and the wolves, simmering as if connecting your emotions to the pack. It sets your body alight - every inch of your skin flickering with heat and your nerves humming with a warmth you could not place. In some way you did not yet understand, you were connected to this wolfish pack. 

Setting aside some fauna and other potion ingredients to be stored, you felt goosebumps prick under your skin when their gaze turned to your form. It was not an unpleasant feeling; rather one of unbridled curiosity. The notion of their eyes on your skin made you tremble with waves of both excitement and nervousness. They collided with each other in a storm of untapped emotion, and you vaguely wondered why the wolves’ presence made you react so strongly. 

When you carefully made your way out your back door, your slow steps were indicated by the crackle of leaves beneath your feet and the magical thrum in the air. You could feel the wolves’ apprehension in the way their own aura fidgeted, but you continued into your garden nevertheless. Under their direct gazes, something in your body hummed with delight. It was a little strange, and a more sensible part of yourself questioned the feeling. However, the magical pull overpowered that observation, and you found yourself peering into the woods - hoping to catch a glimpse of the wolves that caught your attention. 

They kept themselves well hidden. Your human eyes could not see as well as them in the dark, and you were left without a grasp of their forms. A lingering sensation of disappointment settled in your stomach, your lower lip pulling into your teeth in a pout at the feeling. 

The notion did not bother you as you understood their apprehension towards you, even despite whatever lingered in the air between you. With your limited ability, you pulled gently on the magical connection with your power. It simmered pleasantly between you, like a string that could not be severed. Pulled tight by the grasp of your magic, you felt your body shiver when one of the wolves responded with a deep growl. 

It was not a threatening sound - not necessarily. The sound rippled through the atmosphere with an air of warning. The leader of the pack was not comfortable with you messing around with magic upon your first meeting. The sensation rippled through your body and you felt your chest shake with his power. 

Holding your hands up with your palms out, you hummed quietly with apology. You had no intention of angering the wolves, simply wanting to understand the sensation that seemed to pull you closer. The sound seems to soothe the tension, hackles slowly lowering and magic softening in the air around you. 

From beneath the depths of the dark, wooden thicket, the pack leader stood strongly in front of his seven pack members. Chan had led his partners to the borders of their territory upon feeling the magical thrum of a witch in the air. He could sense the change in the atmosphere when you had arrived in their little town. Even without the bond that simmered between you and the eight wolves, Chan was exceptionally adept at deciphering the magical aura of supernatural creatures - a skill that came with being the Alpha of his pack. 

The shining silver of his wolfish coat was difficult to keep hidden under the moonlight, but Chan was careful. From behind the trees, he and his partners could easily investigate the homely wooden cottage the new witch had sequestered. 

His chest hummed with a pleasant feeling, one he knew connected him to the same witch they had come to examine. Though difficult, he buried it deep in his chest. There would be time to explore the connection later. 

“Careful, Jinnie,” his voice echoed through the link connecting each of the wolves. He addressed the dark form of Hyunjin, who had broken the line of his partners behind him. Though he kept low to the ground, Hyunjin had crept forward, seemingly very interested in the witch whose magic thrummed in the air around them. 

The dark fur of Hyunjin rippled under the alabaster shine of the moon, illuminating the pure muscle of his form. Hyunjin was one of the largest of their pack; his ebony coat standing tall over the bodies of his partners. He huffed at his leader’s call, seeming to shiver as another pulse echoed down the new connection between the wolves and you. 

Sending Chan a remarkably longing look for a wolf, Hyunjin backed away from the edge of the forest. He settles beside Felix, the younger shifting to rest his weight against his lover. The lighter brown color of Felix stood out against Hyunjin, and the darker wolf dropped his head to brush his nose against Felix’s muzzle. Inhaling a wave of his partner’s scent, Hyunjin relaxed some of his tensed muscles. Feeling some of the enticing turmoil seep from his form, Hyunjin let some of his own weight settle against Felix, knowing the younger savors any affection his lovers adore to provide. 

“She smells s’good, Hyung,” Jeongin, the youngest of the pack, rumbles. He stands at the rear beside Seungmin, both wolves a dark walnut color. Though they’re close, the elder of the two werewolves is less inclined to treasure affection. Seungmin leans away from the typical touch that his mates seem to adore. However, Chan and the others have known the wolf far too long to know that Seungmin only pretends to hate physical affection. He may whine when Chan wraps his body around him, but the eldest can feel the way Seungmin sinks into his form and how the bond between them warms. 

Chan’s only response to Jeongin is another hum. 

The silver wolf is too busy scanning your body, from where you have stepped out of your house to approach the tree line. Chan can tell that you know he and his partners are there. The bond wavers between you and Chan has to resist the pleasant shiver that thrums through him. Some of the others are unable to fight back the feeling, and Chan can feel Felix and Han’s excitement spike from their connection. 

The eight wolves stand at the ready. With your form slowly approaching the woods, another thrum of excitement echoes down both ends of the bond and this time it’s Minho that has to resist stepping forward. Whatever connection lingers between you is strong. The combination of your sweet scent and the magical connection is beginning to drive Minho mad. He swears he can almost feel the touch of your skin on his own despite the distance that separates you. 

As second-in-command, Minho stands at Chan’s side. The two are tense, but not out of apprehension – it seems all eight of the wolves are feeling the same thrum from your bond. 

At the edge of your yard, you slow to a stop. In the chilly night air, you rub your hands together for a little warmth, but find that whatever magic simmers in the air has kept you quite hot. Shifting on your feet, you attempt to find the eyes of any of the wolves that you can sense in front of you. 

You keep at least twenty yards between you and the wolves. Despite whatever connection you may have, you do not know how they will react if you approach closer. They are cautious of your magic - you can tell. Most supernatural creatures are. Though the notion saddens you, you can understand the apprehension; witches are typically solitary beings who don’t mix well with other supernatural creatures. 

Unable to find the irises of one of the wolves, you sigh and shift your own pupils to the floor beneath your feet. You mull over a few options in your head, attempting to find a solution. You want to show the wolves that you don’t mean any harm - that you’re more than willing to explore this newfound bond that seems to simmer in the air like it’s own magic. 

When an idea strikes you, you’re almost embarrassed to consider it. Heat rises to your skin and you feel a pulse of something hum in the air. 

Shifting on your feet, you lower your body a fraction in an attempt to appear smaller. Inclining your head, you tilt your chin to expose the skin of your bare neck: a show of submission. It’s awkward, but if you want to appeal to the wolves, you may as well act like one, you suppose. 

You feel a little odd as you stand, but after a solitary moment, the pleasant growl in response makes your knees weak. The sound seems to combine with a wave of heat and excitement that rolls through your body. Without even seeing the wolves with your own eyes, they seem to have a grip on both your mind and  body that you cannot fathom. 

From behind the trees, Chan has taken a step forward. At your show of submission, the pack leader cannot help the shiver of pride that echoes through him. Heat fills his form at the act, and the growl escapes his chest before he can stop it. He longs to break from the tree line. Every fiber in his being wants to step out and feel the skin of your form beneath his fingers. With your neck inclined towards him, proudly showing him the skin of your jugular, Chan’s fangs seem to press tight against his gums. They ache to sink into your skin – to mark you as his own, just as he has marked his partners, who stand at his side. It’s a little strange, as this is your first meeting, but Chan supposes the mating bond has something to do with it. He did, after all, mark Minho after their first meeting. 

Despite the heat that simmers under his skin, Minho can’t resist the chuckle that bursts forth at his Alpha’s reaction. Your show has affected their leader the most, as he is the head of the pack. Though he still feels the same pride and longing that fills Chan’s chest, it’s of a lesser degree and Minho can control the arousal that heats in his chest. 

“Careful, Chan-hyung,” Hyunjin playfully teases, throwing his leader’s previous words back at him. The intense aura of Chan’s emotions thrum in the bond between the pack, enticing all eight of the wolves to their Alpha’s dominance.

Turning to his partner, Chan snaps his jaws teasingly at the younger. Though the action is violent, Chan is careful not to harm any of his lovers with his sharp teeth - even when his dominance is questioned. 

“Shut it, Hyunjin. Or s’you I’ll sink my teeth into.” 

At his side, Minho and Changbin huff in silent laughter, enjoying the commotion at Hyunjin and their leader’s expense. Hyunjin is not affected by Chan’s threat, seeming to purr at the response. He steps forward with his head held high and sets his sights on his eldest lover. 

“Promise?” Hyunjin’s coo answers. 

He sends a flirtatious bolt of arousal down the bond he shares with Chan, feeling his entire body shiver pleasantly when his pack leader responds with a salacious look and a short, tempered growl. Chan’s response insights a promise - one he’s sure to fulfill when they return home. 

The other pack members huff good-naturedly, feeling the sweet effects of their partner’s banter warm their own chests. Minho enjoys watching Chan struggle with the emotions that simmer under his skin. Of course, it’s not in an antagonizing manner. Minho simply finds delight in challenging his pack leader's dominance – not in terms of pack order, but in more indecent manners. It’s always a battle between the two eldest wolves, and it’s usually difficult to determine who’s on the winning side. They both enjoy the thrill that comes with the frisky bickering. 

Changbin is the one to shift their attention. His eyes have not left your body, his senses trained pointedly on you. He’s laser-focused, analyzing each curve of your form and delighting in the way his wolf shivers at your scent. Darkened irises track your movement, inhaling a deep wave of your warm scent and enjoying the way his muscles relax when it wraps around his senses. 

“What do we do, Hyung?” his voice fills their heads. Shifting on his paws, Changbin itches to lunge into the clearing and claim you for his own. He promises he’ll share you, eventually – his other mates can wait their turn. 

Jisung trots up to Hyunjin’s flank, occupying the space on the opposite side of Felix. There’s a little tension between them – some sort of never ending love-rivalry making the two boys constant competitors. The younger chestnut colored wolf nudges Hyunjin with his shoulder. Hyunjin responds with a playful snap, already understanding what his younger partner is thinking. Jisung enjoys a chase as much as he enjoys competition, and Hyunjin knows he’s ready for both. 

Chan turns his focus back to your body. You’ve raised your head from its position, unsure of the wolves’ reaction. There’s a furrow in your brow and your lower lip is pulled into your teeth. You look apprehensive, as if their reaction is unclear. 

Standing tall and holding his head high, Chan lets his muscles relax from their tensed position. The heat still burns beneath his skin and a longing ache settles into his chest, but Chan knows it’s too early to pursue you as he and the others wish. You’re not wolfish as they are. 

If he and the others step out of the thicket of the trees, Chan fears they’ll scare you off. The courting customs of wolves are much different from humans - even if they are supernatural creatures of their own. If Chan is right - as he usually is - you may have an inkling of the bond, and that thought is enough to comfort him for now. 

For the meantime, Chan can only savor the waves of your scent as they reach him and his partners. It will be difficult to pull the others away, but Chan knows he can turn them towards each other to cope with the new yearning feeling that has settled in their chests. 

As he watches your hands drop to your sides with a wary look, a throb pangs in his chest. Heart surging beneath his ribs, Chan aches to make you smile once again. The apprehension on your face makes you look sad, and the expression makes him ache. 

Stepping forward with determination, Chan’s silver coat shines under the moonlight as he takes a single step towards the tree line. Felix yips once, a sound of mild concern for his eldest partner. Chan comforts his younger with a bolt of warmth down their bond, rumbling a purr to sate the sandy colored wolf. 

From across the yard, the gnawing feeling of trepidation sinks into your stomach. Despite the single sound from the pack leader and the wave of heat, you receive no other response from the wolves. The silence settles into the air and you begin to wonder if you’ve made a mistake. Your stomach twists as the moments of unsettling quiet sink into your mind. 

Then, you feel waves of warmth sink into you. A comforting blanket of affection sinks into your chest and your muscles melt into mush under the weight of the feeling. Your chest fills with delight and you nearly hum with the warmth heating you from the inside. The magic thrums in the air again, and you can tell the feeling was sent from the wolves. The sentiment strikes you with reassurance. 

In the darkness of the trees, you raise your eyes to the thicket of branches and greenery that bar your sight of the pack. Their magical aura still hums strongly, and you know all eight of the wolves still sit just behind the fauna, watching you. With the comfort from the pack leader, you raise your eyes to the dense woodland. Feeling sweet affection buzz under your skin, your irises scan the trees and feel a bolt of surprise strike you.

Behind the towering, coniferous trees, you catch a flash of silver. 

Shifting your gaze, you raise your sight to follow the shining color. Excitement fills your chest, settling atop the warm affection the wolves have given you. Then, from the darkness you catch a single, fleeting flash of onyx. 

Chan steps forward just enough. The alabaster moonlight illuminates just enough of his eyes and silver fur for you to set your sights on the barest glimpse of his darkened irises – his own act of reassurance. 

Your breath seems to leave your chest at the sight. You can’t see more than a single iris and the tiniest peek of glimmering fur, but it’s more than enough to leave you speechless. The glimpse, though short, is a message of the pack leader’s own. As he steps back into the trees, letting the darkness submerge his form once more, you understand. 

The pack leader has accepted you. 

You may not understand the waves of heat that suddenly fill your being, but their presence is a comfort you did not know you craved. Something in the air between you and the eight wolves hums violently and you find yourself reveling in its warmth. The longing surges with excitement, and you know the pack leader has incited a new challenge. You know enough about wolves and their customs to understand what will follow. 

It lingers in the atmosphere between you and the wolves and you nearly shiver with the thrill of this new adventure. 

The chase is on. 

Hyunjin and Jisung are the first. 

Three days after your first meeting, with the excited heat still warm in your chest, you venture into the wolves’ territory. Potions set aside for the evening, orders packed and cafe closed, you finally give into the yearning that has thrummed under your skin since that night. You could only take so much of the heat before you knew you would succumb to it.  

You don’t venture far into the woodlands, just a few hundred yards of dense trees lie between you and your little cottage. The air smells of coniferous pines and towering oaks. The chilly air settles into your lungs and you savor the clean scent. It feels freeing to explore the forest in the dark. All traces of apprehension and fear are wiped away with the presence of the wolves. This is their territory; you know you are safe as long as you remain inside their borders. 

Treading gracefully through the roots of trees and fallen pine cones, your thoughts are swept away by the rising excitement that begins to surge in your mind. You know the consequences that will follow your actions. 

You step into wolf territory, you are bound to be pursued. 

The thought is not frightening, but rather tantalizing. You are more than delighted to discover which of the eight wolves will come after you. With the enchanting bond that has settled between you and the pack, you know they would not hurt you for entering their territory. In fact, you know the consequences for your intrusion would be more enticing. 

The thought makes you shiver in delight. 

You understand that the wolves have marked you. There is no physical stain, but you know they have imprinted something to claim you for themselves. The bond is reciprocated, and you welcome the thought of the connection between you and the wolves. The thought of developing the relationship between you is exciting, and you want to see where it takes you. 

They wouldn't pursue you outside their own territory, you have learned. In the three days after your first meeting, they would never venture beyond their own borders. Every night, at least two wolves would settle at the tree line - waiting for something you did not understand. Sometimes they paced, impatient in their silence. On other nights, they stood solitary and quiet, keeping their eyes trained to your cottage as they waited for something – something you did not yet understand. 

On the third day, you finally deciphered their motive. 

The werewolves were not able to follow you outside their borders. Beyond the bounds of their territory, they were unable to shift into their wolfish forms, tied to the laws of the supernatural town in which you resided. Though it was occupied by more mythical beings than ordinary humans, there were still regulations in place to obscure the reality of supernatural creatures. They could not shift in front of humans. Outside their lands, they could not pursue you as they wanted, restricted by the laws of the land. In addition, despite the challenge incited by their pack leader, the wolves were courteous. They would wait for your acceptance before they started the chase.

So instead, they waited for you. 

When you ventured into the bounds of their land, you finally welcomed the unspoken challenge: they could have you if they could catch you. 

The chase incited a thrill, and you were excited to finally begin this new adventure. Aroused tension settled in your chest, and you buzzed with elation. Heat simmered between your thighs as you thought of what would occur should they catch you. Feeling your skin warm with embarrassed excitement, you shivered as you thought of the possibilities. 

You felt a little odd when you thought too hard about the situation, but something about the magical bond between you and the pack and the delight of a new adventure made you want to give into the primal urges. With the promise of something new, you felt an unexplained urge to pursue this new relationship as the wolves would. You wanted to explore their mating customs as much as your own, and the new discoveries made you buzz with heat. 

As you settled into a small clearing a few hundred yards from the one you resided, you slowed to a stop and scanned your surroundings. Magic thrummed in the air, and you knew the wolves were well aware of your presence. Regardless of the distance between you, you could feel traces of their emotions as if they were your own. 

It’s only a few moments later you feel the magical aura of two wolves. 

Hyunjin and Jisung were on border patrol that evening. 

They had been scouting the bounds of their territory as usual. Keeping an eye out for any changes and any new threats to enter their land, they walked with purpose and strength. Jisung, though still vigilant, was messing around as usual. The younger was inclined to teasing and playing around with his partners to reduce tension and fill the silence. 

When they’d first met, Hyunjin and Jisung had not been on good terms, and the younger’s playful nature had irritated Hyunjin. However, years of courting later, it was now one of the aspects Hyunjin treasured most. Though he fed into the playful rivalry, often butting heads with his younger partner, it was all in good fun. 

Jisung bumps purposefully into Hyunjin again, laughing with a yip when Hyunjin attempts to sink his teeth into the chestnut wolf’s neck in retaliation. It was difficult to not give into primal instincts when they messed around in wolf form. The urge to establish his dominance was strong, and Hyunjin almost nearly gave into temptation. He wanted to sink his teeth into his lover’s muzzle and stand over him with his strength and dominance surging beneath his skin. 

However, they were on duty. There were more important matters to attend to than sating their desires. 

“Hannie” Hyunjin playfully warned, the domineering sound echoing through the bond. 

The sound only made Jisung more excited. It always started the same. Jisung would tease Hyunjin until he snapped, and the two would give into the grasp of a carnal rivalry to sort their differences. 

Jisung hummed through their connection. He was still vigilant, keeping his senses turned to their borders as he should, but the excitement of his partner still pushed against the forefront of his mind. 

“What are you going to do, Hyung?” Jisung playfully taunted, stepping away from Hyunjin as his teeth attempted to close in on his scruff. “Aha! You missed!” 

It’s almost comical to watch Hyunjin’s wolf form roll his eyes. 

Continuing their patrol with Jisung’s taunts, a subtle whiff of scent stops Hyunjin in his tracks. The smell filters through his senses and the darker wolf is frozen still with his heart stuttering. 

“Hyunjin?” 

Jisung stops aside his lover, not understanding his sudden halt. He drops his nose to the dirt, smelling for whatever has startled his partner. Suddenly a little apprehensive, Jisung drops the teasing mood to shift into a ready stance. He inhales a wave of pine trees and traces of woodland creatures, filtering through the scents to find whatever has halted his lover. 

Then, Jisung finds it. 

Your scent filters into his senses and Jisung feels his body tense. Muscles tightening with preparation, the chestnut wolf understands Hyunjin’s halt. The excitement slowly filters into his mind, filling the bond between him and Hyunjin, 

You’ve accepted the challenge. 

They’re now free to pursue you as they wish. 

Hyunjin feels his stomach swell with a wave of salacious thrill. Your scent filters through his head and Hyunjin swears he’s never smelled anything more tantalizing. It’s as if you were teasing him with whiffs of your scent, enticing him and his partners to the chase. Hyunjin feels his body shake with the thought and his knees are weak with that weight of the bond. 

“Hannie,” Hyunjin murmurs, voice dripping with purring lust. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 

He turns his head to face his lover, both their irises darkened with excitement. Bodies filled with the thrill that comes with a chase, Hyunjin feels a smirk pull at his lips. Jisung returns a similar look, sending a bolt of salacious heat down their own bond to make Hyunjin melt. Enjoying that look on his partner’s face, Jisung returns the sentiment. 

“First to catch her wins,” Jisung coos, feeling heat envelop him. “Last has to watch.” 

Hyunjin takes off first. 

Dirt kicks up from his feet, his muscles pumping as he follows your scent through the woods. Jisung is hot at his heels, an excited growl pushing from his chest as the thrill of the chase fills his mind. Giving into the desire that surges in the more primal part of his brain, Jisung feels the urge to howl to the darkened sky with excitement. 

Hyunjin feels his heart pump, hammering in his chest as his senses hone onto your scent. The delight seeps into the bond, and he wonders if you can feel their primal hunger from your position ahead. With his mind solely focused on pursuing you, Hyunjin’s consciousness filters through the thoughts of what he wants to do with you once he catches you. He feels the need push harder against his chest and his stomach turns with a heat. 

“Keep those thoughts to yourself, Jinnie,” Jisung warns with an informal tone, playfully mocking his elder. Hyunjin’s indecent thoughts subconsciously drift from his mind to his partner’s, his arousal warping his control of their connection. “After all, you’ll be the one watching when I fuck her.” 

Jisung’s words taunt Hyunjin, and the elder manages a gruff sound as he kicks up his pace. 

“As if!” 

Hyunjin’s head knocks back as he sprints through the thicket of trees, a primal howl leaving his lips as he pursues your scent. The sound is chilling, echoing through the forest and alerting the rest of his pack of the start of a pursuit. He feels the lingering excitement of the rest of his pack at the edges of his mind – their curiosity spiking as they sense the chase that has begun. However, Hyunjin doesn’t have the focus to think of their reactions, mind solely concentrated on being the first to reach you. 

Jisung is on his heels - literally. The younger attempts to cut his elder off at the ankles, playfully trying to take Hyunjin out of the race. The promise of being the first to sink his teeth into you is a notion that skews his mind and entices him to play dirty, Hyunjin dodges his attempt and a feral sound escapes Jisung’s lungs. 

Far ahead, your quiet night is startled at the sound of a wolfish howl breaking the silence. The alluring sound sends shivers down your spine as you feel several emotions strike you through the magical bond between you and the pack. Waves of heat filter through you and the thrill sinks into you with your stomach turning with a salacious thought. They’ve locked in on your scent.

The howl was a warning – the chase has started. 

You don’t know which wolves have been the first to feel your presence, but you can isolate their feelings in the connection from the others. The heat is easy to separate from the other six wolves, and you find yourself attempting to send a bolt of heat down the connection to entice them.

‘Come and get me.’

It must work, as another chilling howl breaks through the air. 

Shifting on your feet, you move quickly. They may be far away now, but the wolves move far faster than you. You know they’ll be on you in no time. 

Turning back the way you came, you take off on the balls of your feet. With your heart hammering with both the race and the excitement of the chase, you push yourself as fast as you can. Feeling the chilly night air fill your lungs with a startling cold, you break into a smile. Laughing freely, you leap over a broken tree branch as the heat in your chest swells. 

It’s only been a few moments, but you can nearly hear the thundering sound of their footsteps hitting the earth. They’re closer than before, catching up quickly as the prospect of your teasing nature entices them to run faster. There’s two of them, growling with a fierce but not scary sound as they follow your path with hearts racing and magical heat filling the air. 

Just a few yards behind now, you push yourself as fast as you can go. While the thought of being caught is exciting and you long for the indecent result of their capture, you know the chase will be much more fun in the long run. The thought keeps you running, feet slapping against the ground as you huff pants of air in an attempt to keep yourself running. 

You can hear them behind you. Wolfish pants leave their chests and the sound of one of their growls sends a bolt of heat between your thighs. The same wolf sends a lustful beat of heat through your bond, a deeper warmth making your knees weak at the lascivious feeling. It’s a dirty trick - one that almost works. 

But you’re so close. 

Just a few more meters and you’ll break through the tree line, into your clearing: your safe zone. You know the heat between your thighs will be a bother to deal with later, but the thought of what will happen in the long run is too promising an idea. 

You allow yourself a glance over your shoulder. Just a glimpse is all you want. 

At the sight of a dark onyx colored wolf on your heels, a chestnut one on his own, has your heart stuttering with a bolt of thrill. A smile stretching across your lips at the darkened look in their eyes and heat in your bond, you turn back to your front and keep pushing through the trees. 

Hyunjin feels his heart stutter as he realizes how close you are to their borders. Just a few more yards and he’ll lose his chance. The thought makes him growl fiercely. With a fleeting thought, Hyunjin realizes you’ve planned this. You have made sure to only venture so far into the woods, ensuring that you'll be able to escape their grasp just barely. In his frustration, Hyunjin feels his chest swell with desire. 

You’re smart. 

Sending his thoughts to his partner, Jisung hisses out a curse as you begin to slip from their grasp. Pushing himself faster, Jisung refuses to let you win. His lungs scream with each breath, but Jisung knows the prize will be oh so sweet. The thought of pressing his skin into yours and sinking his teeth into your throat in a mating bite has his mind going fuzzy. 

With his mind lost in thought, Jisung misses the moment you cross the borders of their territory. 

With a final pant, you dive across the line. Exhaling harshly and pushing a few feet into the clearing to give yourself space, you lean over and rest your hands on your knees as you breathe. Lungs screaming for air, you pant with a wide smile and heat between your thighs. 

Outside the borders of their land, you have won the first challenge.

You pant harshly and attempt to keep yourself from squirming under the carnal gazes of the two werewolves. The heat still sizzles fiercely under your skin and you have to resist rubbing your thighs together to cope with the ache. 

Hyunjin feels a shiver shake down his spine at your motion. His tongue swipes across his teeth and he swears he can taste your lustful scent in his mouth. Dark pupils nearly roll back into his skull and Jisung simpers at his side, pacing in his anger. 

“Ahh,” you sigh, voice weary from the run. “You two are quick.” 

Turning back to the trees, you spot the tense forms of the two wolves. They’re pacing, feet as close to their border as they can possibly get. Muscle ripples beneath fur and you know the darker wolf is holding himself back from transforming. The notion excites you, knowing he could turn back to his human form at any moment. Shivering with delight, you smirk at him. 

“But not quick enough.” 

Hyunjin snarls. His chest hammers and he can feel the disappointment seep into his head. The heat is still there, roaring under his skin and setting every nerve in his body alight. Jisung paces at his side, the same fire rippling under his own skin. The two wolves fight the urge to transform, longing and aching to continue their pursuit. Desire roars in their forms, keeping them pacing along the line of their territory in an effort to expel some of the heat. There's only so much they can do to keep them from ripping from their wolfish forms and crossing the border. 

“Hyung,” Jisung’s voice is dark and laden with a salacious weight, “Chan said-”

“To hell with what Chan said!” 

Jisung’s pacing seems to grow more fierce. Whipping his head back to his partner, Jisung feels his chest pull tight with both the weight of his arousal and the constraint of Alpha’s orders. 

“Hyunjin,” Jisung sternly murmurs. Despite the heat burning every nerve under his fur and your scent ensnaring his senses, the chestnut wolf manages to keep himself in control. He knows Hyunjin doesn’t mean the words that spill forth in his carnal rage. Too motivated by primal urges and the thrill of the hunt, Hyunjin lets his wolf speak for him. 

“Little fucking tease,” Hyunjin growls, feeling his wolf shake with the emotion.

Jisung growls another feral sound, and you smirk. The heat echoes through your bond and you feel excitement swell once more. Now that you’ve had a taste, you know you’ll never be able to give this up. This chase is the most thrill you’ve ever had - you’ll never be able to escape the heat from these werewolves. 

And you don’t think you want to. 

“Maybe next time, Boys,” you playfully murmur. “Let the others know I said ‘Hello.’”

Then you turn on your heel and disappear back into your little cottage, letting the heavy wooden door fall shut behind you with a final sound. 

With his heart hammering beneath his ribs, Hyunjin snarls with finality. Unable to accept his loss, the dark wolf whips around to face the chestnut fur of his mate. Jisung slows his pacing to face Hyunjin, head tilted to listen to what he has to say. 

In a wildly nimble move, Hyunjin turns quickly and sinks his teeth into Jisung’s chestnut scruff – a dominance bite. 

Jisung stills under his mate’s teeth, going limp in his grasp. He whimpers quietly, his lust warping as Hyunjin growls into his skin. The burning fire in his chest transforms from dominance to submission in one quick moment. Hyunjin has Jisung under his body, his body rippling as he stands over his partner with desire sizzling through their bond. Jisung is sure you can feel it - just as he knows his other six mates can. 

“Hannie,” Hyunjin purrs, voice echoing in the younger’s mind, “If I can’t have her tonight – then m’gonna have you.” 

Your next encounter with the wolves is a few days later. 

After the first chase, you were unable to shake off the exciting feeling for hours. The adrenaline and surge of sweeping heat kept you in its grip the entire evening. In fact, you were quite certain the two wolves were using the magical bond to tease you long after you had separated. The bond continues to thrum and seize with waves of emotion that keep you awake, swimming in the depths of their pleasure.

Heat addled your body, leaving you sweating in your sheets and panting in the darkened hours of the evening. Though uncomfortable, you could not seem to hate the feeling. The goosebumps that scattered your skin beneath the heat were not unpleasant - merely sensitive, as was any touch against your warming skin. 

After a few hours, you deciphered that the werewolves were toying with you. They kept you awake with the same rush of emotion you had incited in their bodies earlier that evening. Sitting upright in bed, you huffed a sigh as you came to the conclusion.

Shortly after, you came to another decision. 

You were going to start playing dirty. 

So, a few days later, when you had another chance to venture into the woods, you were well prepared to ensnare the wolves as they had you. In a loose dress that fell below your knees, you could barely resist the surge of pride in your chest as you maneuvered through the forest with a hum. 

The idea had struck you not long after you finally fell into the clutches of sleep that night. You knew it was a crazy idea, one more filthy than anything you had ever concocted before. While you were nervous, the waves of apprehension still rolling in your stomach, you were also very excited to see their reactions. 

As you found your way into the same clearing you had discovered a few nights ago, you shivered once in the night air with the dregs of worry seeping away from you. This was a crazy idea – one you would only be able to invent in your wildest dreams. You never imagined you would ever do something such as this, but it seems meeting the werewolves was a discovery that would help you explore new facets of life as well as within yourself. Perhaps your meeting was not so accidental. 

Shivering once more, this time with bursts of excitement, you shimmied your legs and maneuvered out of the simple pair of cotton panties you had donned that evening. Heat rose into your face at the action, your ears burning as you finally pulled them off your legs. You felt a little obscene but you found that you were not averse to the new feeling. 

When the dark material of the black cloth reached your eyes, you felt a burst of bubbling feeling in your chest. Beneath your ribs, both an anxious and an excited feeling slammed together in a stormy collision. You could barely keep yourself still as the adrenaline began to sink into your being. 

Stepping towards a raised stump on the forest floor, you felt the edges of a smirk pull on your lips. The darkened bark covering the stump was barely visible in the moonlight, but you found you did not have much trouble maneuvering in the lack of light. Placing the cloth onto the stump, where you were sure it would not be obstructed, you stepped away with an assured sigh. 

Content with your plan, you laid in wait for whichever wolves would be your predators tonight. 

The werewolves in question were not far from your little seclusion. Minho, the pack’s second-in-command, leads the two youngest through the trees. Thickets of green coniferous branches surround the three werewolves, each section of the woodland looking not so different from the next. Minho and the others, however, were well aware of their position. They knew this forest like the back of their hands – likely able to maneuver through the thicket without the aid of their eyes. Minho swears he could follow the entirety of the borders of their territory by scent alone. 

Jeongin and Seungmin follow behind Minho, the two youngest speaking quietly to each other as they scout for their patrol. Minho is quiet, allowing his partners the hushed conversation - finding he greatly enjoyed listening to their voices fill the silence of the night. As he led the way, he kept his attention split between the pleasant sounds of his younger mates and the sounds of the forest around them. 

Jeongin’s lighter walnut-colored coat pressed into Seungmin’s darker fur as they walked, leaning into him for a moment before stepping away. Both of the younger’s were considered less physically affectionate than some of their older partners. However, that did not mean they were ever far apart for long. 

They spoke quietly about Hyunjin and Jisung. The two wolves had returned from patrol long after they should have; fur ruffled and smelling of sweat and indecent substances, Hyunjin had smirked at his other lovers. He recounted the events that had led to their return, speaking joyfully of the chase that had occurred and gruffly admitting that you had escaped outside their territory at the last moment. 

Minho had let out a gleeful chuckle at the younger’s admission, laughing heartily at their expense. Hyunjin and Jisung had rolled their eyes, knowing their partner had an inclination to tease. The second-in-command took great pleasure in poking fun at his partners: a love language of sorts. 

Had Minho known he would be the next to fall victim to your game, he would have teased the two less. 

It’s only a few moments later that Minho lifts his head, picking up the slightest hint of your sweet scent. It filters through his senses, seizing his mind and shifting his attention. Seungmin and Jeongin are at his side a moment later, coming to a halt as they lift their noses to the sky. 

Inhaling deeply once, Seungmin picks up the same inkling his elder has likely discovered. Feeling a wave of delight shiver through him, Seungmin turns to face his two partners with what looks like a wolfish grin. He shifts on his paws, testing his weight as his muscles prepare to launch. 

“Hmm,” Jeongin hums with his eyes closing in a blissful feeling, “She’s s’sweet, Hyung.” 

Minho responds with a chuff, shaking his coat in an attempt to clear his senses. Pawing at the ground, he feels the dregs of the thrill of the chase begin to form in his stomach. As second-in-command, Seungmin and Jeongin will wait for his word before either of them move. The notion makes Minho shiver – he greatly enjoys the dominance. 

“You smell her, Minnie?” the youngest questions. 

Seungmin responds with a purr of his own, sweeping his head to the ground to breathe another wave of your scent. He feels light-headed, the notion of your proximity making him feel weak. Leaning into Jeongin’s side, he looks to Minho as he speaks through their connection, “She’s close, Hyung.” 

Minho nods his head, chocolate colored fur shimmering in the light of the moon. You’re only a mile or two ahead, he surmises. Downwind from your position, they can breathe your scent clearly in the night air. Underneath your pleasant scent, Minho picks up the challenge. The traces are obvious in both your sweet smell and though the bond. As he tugs his end, Minho feels a feral grin overtake his features at your alluring pull in response. Though you’re likely unaware of the reality of the bond, you definitely understand how to manipulate the metaphorical string. 

“It seems Hyunjinnie wasn’t lying,” he murmurs with a smirk. “Are ya’ ready? She wants a chase.” 

Seungmin is quick to respond with a deep growl, his younger mate springing to his side with a similar sound. Setting his shoulders back and getting ready to pounce off his feet, Jeongin gives Minho a silent look of confirmation.

Then the three wolves are springing forward, launching towards your direction with a ferocity surging from deep within them. 

You can tell the moment their pace picks up speed from your position. Despite being so far, the enchanting change in the air and the burst of emotion in your chest is indicative of the shift. Feeling the adrenaline begin to pump through your veins, you let a sprawling grin take over your cheeks as you turn back towards your cottage. 

Shooting a last glance at your ‘gift,’ you turn on your feet and start running. They may be a mile behind, but you know their superior speed and strength will catch up to you quickly. When the night air rushes past you with a chill, you grin as howls fill the silence of the forest. 

The chase is on once more. 

Blood pumping and breaths coming out in pants, you feel the thrill overtake your body. It’s so alluring to feel the delight overtake you in these moments. With the new bond roaring beneath your skin and your mind racing, you leap through the little path you’ve memorized. Soaring over fallen branches and hooting with glee, you let your voice fill the sounds of wolfish howls. 

Minho’s heart stutters as your own elated sounds echo after their primal ones. Pushing himself faster, he can sense your proximity – not too much farther from him now. He won’t let you get away, not like the others did, 

Jeongin and Seungmin respond with their own ecstatic hoots, picking up their pace as the elder did. Their own emotions surge and swell in a mighty storm, feeling lighter than they’ve ever been as they race through the towering pines. 

These three are quick, you realize as you close in on your cottage. They’re coming closer than the previous two had. With your heart slamming in your chest and stomach twisting with glee, you attempt to push yourself a fraction faster. Your lungs scream for air, as if the mouthfuls you inhale aren’t enough. However, you know the reward is far too sweet to give in just yet. 

With a few yards left, you think you can feel the hot breaths of the lead werewolf across your back. Skirt twisting in the wind, you feel your heart skip a beat as you decipher how close they are from you. Heart in your throat, but not uncomfortably, you judge how far you are from the boundary line. It’s not far, but the wolves are even closer. 

Nerves alight and goosebumps breaking across your skin, you decide to take a chance. With the tree line coming into view, you feel the forms of the wolves closing in. Oh, they’re much quicker than the other two – or perhaps less competitive. It seems the playful rivalry between the two previous wolves had impeded their ability to catch up to you. 

With their forms coming too close, you suddenly dive to the side. Feet skidding across the dirt, you almost topple over in an attempt to catch yourself from the risky maneuver. As you try to keep yourself upright, you spot the dark chocolate color of fur fly by your side. The lead wolf shoots by, missing your form as you dove to the side. He lets out a shout of surprise, claws skidding across the dirt as he spins back to face you. 

You smirk as you pick the pace back up. He’d played right into your trap, giving you the precious few moments you needed to cross the boundary line. Panting harshly and grinning in accomplishment, you throw your head back with a gleeful victorious shout. 

“Fuck!” Minho snarls. He’d fallen for your ruse. Hyunjin had been right - you were cunning. As he paces the boundary line with a defeated growl, he can’t help but admire how wolfish you look in your pride. The heat under his skin still simmers vibrantly, but Minho is adept at keeping his feelings under control. 

You turn back to the brown wolf, grinning brightly at his darkened irises and tense shoulders. Despite the monstrous look, you find you’re not at all afraid of the wolves. You are well aware they would never lay a hand to harm you. The magical thrum connecting you and the eight speaks to that promise. 

Giving Minho a smug look, knowing he doesn’t yet know of your plan, you watch him pace the line once more. Delight surges in your chest and the feeling is alluring. 

“Alright, Sweetheart,” he hisses to himself, “You win this one.” 

Defeat is not a pleasant feeling, but Minho admits that the chase had been thrilling. Adrenaline still pumps through his system and he feels the enchanting allure that Hyunjin and Jisung had spoken of. It had been more than fun to pursue you through the trees, keeping your back in his view and tasting you on his tongue, Minho had never felt more alive. Though he’d failed to catch you, Minho too, knows the reward will be so much sweeter than the chase. 

One day, he promises – one day, he’ll tear you apart. He can’t wait for the moment you lie beneath his form – weak to his whims and head thrown back in pleasure. Minho swears he will never see a more beautiful thing. Your beauty is perhaps only rivaled by that of his other partners. 

You don’t say anything to Minho this time, knowing he has yet to discover your trick. The two other wolves are not behind him, and you are fairly certain of what has caught their attention. The chocolate wolf does not seem to realize their absence yet, but you turn back to your homely cottage with a grin, waiting for the discovery to sink in. 

When the door falls shut behind your form, obscuring your body from his sight, Minho finally realizes his younger partners are not behind him. Shaking off the lusty haze that blurred his mind, he turns back to the darkened pines at his rear. Stepping back into the depths of their territory, Minho reaches out through the bond for Jeongin and Seungmin. 

There’s a strike of worry in his chest, the pang hitting uncomfortably in his ribs as he scans the trees for his younger mates. 

However, before he has a chance to call for them, the two wolves are bursting through the trees in front of him, already transformed into their human forms. Standing on two legs and feeling the night air brush against his bare skin, Jeongin’s eyes are blown wide. Darkened pupils fill the space of his irises, overtaking the space with lust clear in the swirling depths. He clutches something tightly in his fist, as if protecting the item of his desire. 

The youngest stumbles as he comes to a stop, clearly affected by something that has overtaken his senses. Jeongin’s head feels as though it may burst. It’s overcrowded with thoughts of you and the article of clothing he grips firmly in his fingers. It still smells fresh, as though you had only taken it off moments ago, and the thought makes Jeongin weak in the knees. It overpowers his very being, setting each of his nerves on fire with blazes of indecent emotion. 

Seungmin looks no different, panting breath and eyes wide, he stalks towards his lover with a salacious look. 

“Hyung,” he nearly whimpers, breath catching on the word. His chest is tight and his voice breathy. Speaking feels all too much, and as he inhales, he catches another deep whiff of the cloth clutched in Jeongin’s fingers. Feeling his knees go weak, he shivers in delight and leans into Minho, who has quickly shifted back to his own human form. The elder catches Seungmin in his arms, feeling his skin buzz at the connection. 

Eyebrows furrowing, Minho turns to look back at Jeongin with confusion evident in his features. He’s still reeling from his defeat, but the look on Seungmin’s face has bewilderment swirling in his chest. Jeongin looks back at his mate with a haughty smirk on his face, shining teeth catching in the light as he grins with lust evident. 

“Pretty Girl left us a gift, Hyung.” 

With his chest surging with carnal desire, Jeongin holds out his hands and lets the scraps of inky black fabric fall into the open air. Minho feels the breath leave his lungs as the scent that clings to the cloth seeps into the air, filling his chest and making his knees tremble. Now truly understanding Seungmin's squirming form, Minho lets his eyes trail from the pair of black panties in Jeongin’s grasp to the path that leads back to your humble cottage. 

With an enraged snarl, Minho feels desire warp his being as he shakes. 

“That fucking slut!” 

His words aren’t malicious, but Jeongin still shivers with the weight of them. The two younger werewolves are well aware of the indecent names that fall from Minho’s lips in the heat of the moment – they’ve both been on the receiving end more than once before. 

“Smells s’fucking good, Minho,” Seungmin simpers, sinking into his parter as his head swirls. “M’gonna go crazy, I swear” 

Minho knows all too well the feeling that warps Seungmin’s conscious, for the same emotion swirls in his own mind; it makes him dizzy and he has to step backward to balance himself. Your fresh scent is everywhere, it tingles on his tongue and he shakes with the feeling. He barely maintains control of his wolf, begging to break free and howl with desire into the chilling night air. Swaying on his feet, Minho is surrounded by you. There’s hints of his lovers intertwined in your scent, and Minho feels as though his heart may burst with both arousal and affection. He can smell stains of your arousal in the fabric and Minho understands what it feels like to lose his mind. 

Shaking his head to clear his senses, he tries to keep himself upright. It does not work, but Minho swears he can keep himself together for a few more minutes. 

“C’mon - Chan’s gonna want to see this.” 

Jeongin audibly whines. Seungmin’s throat hurts when he echoes a similar sound. It cuts short when Minho’s big fingers pull at the back of his neck, scruffing him despite the lack of their wolfish forms. Seungmin’s whine cuts short, going limp into Minho’s arms. 

“Minho-” Jeongin whimpers, feeling the desire surge again. He’s not quite sure he’ll be able to make it all the way back to the pack house in this state. His legs are weak and he feels as though you’ve sent him into a premature rut. 

Minho huffs a snarl, sending Jeongin a look. As second-in-command, his word is final. However, Minho is not cruel. He may be teasing with his dominance, but Minho knows when enough is enough. Duty always comes first in his mind – desire must fall second for the moment. With a smirk, Minho pulls Seungmin up his chest a little. 

“Enough. We report to Chan, and then you two are mine.” 

And the second chase ends quite similarly to the first. 

When Minho returns from patrol that evening, practically dragging his two younger mates by their scruffs, Chan looks up from his place by the kitchen counter with interest. He could tell something had changed in their bond, an electric fizzling that felt much like arousal had filtered through each of the wolves not long ago. However, Chan could feel a new and exciting rush of emotion that he rarely experienced. 

Unsure of the change that had occurred, he perked up when the door opened. It nearly slammed against the wall with the force at which Minho had flung it open. His second-in-command is visibly trembling, barely keeping himself at bay against the torrent of emotion that wrecks his form. Eyes blown wide and darkened pupils enlarged, Minho looks feral. 

“Minho?” Chan questions, standing from his position to step towards his partner. He’s confused and a little wary, unsure of the events that have led to such a reaction. 

From over Minho’s shoulder, Chan catches a glimpse of his two youngest mates. They’re leaned against each other, barely keeping themselves upright and pressing every possible inch of skin together. It seems as though they cannot bear to be apart. Their eyes are a mirror of Minho’s – pupils dilated and blown wide with lust swimming in their murky depths. 

Jeongin audibly whimpers under Chan’s gaze, his head tilted to bare his neck - where Chan’s mating mark glistens with a glimpse of sweat. The other wolves have their own; seven marks dwell on each of them, but only Chan’s mark sits in the crevice between shoulder and throat: the mark of an Alpha. 

Chan feels his own arousal spike at Jeongin’s show of submission, but the pack leader attempts to shake off this feeling until he understands the situation better. His stomach twists with the feeling, but Chan buries it deep. Seungmin is seemingly not paying attention. His eyes are foggy with lust gripping him tight, and Chan knows he will not get an answer from him. 

“S’going on?” Chan tries again, stepping forward towards Minho once more. It’s clear the three wolves are ensnared in desire’s hold, but there’s still something missing – something that has happened on their evening patrol. 

Minho’s hazy eyes glint in the light and a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. Chan feels apprehension swirl in his chest at the expression, wondering if he even wants to know the answer to his own question. 

“Our little angel left a present for us tonight, Hyung.” 

The furrow in Chan’s brow seems to deepen at Minho’s comment. The pack leader is well aware of the challenge he has set forth - just as he knows of the first chase that occurred between you, Hyunjin and Han. He had been extremely pleased to understand that you were seemingly delighted to accept the mating bond. Wolves were strange creatures, and their courting customs were even odder. At first, he’d been unsure if you understood the challenge he issued upon your first meeting. 

However, when Hyunjin and Han returned to their home a few days later with their eyes blown wide and frenzied smiles on their lips - just as Minho and the others do now, Chan knew you were fully aware of the decision you had made. If the deepening breadth of the magical bond between you was any indication, you wanted this as much as they did. 

“A present?” Chan’s rumbling voice sounds. 

Minho’s vague response only leaves the pack leader with more questions, and Chan steps forward again to press his second-in-command further. The implication of a second chase had been obvious, and your teasing nature would be enough to leave his mates in a carnal frenzy. However, he was not prepared for how cunning you could be when it came to driving his mates mad. 

As he approaches his partner, Chan is halted when he picks up hints of your scent in the air. Just a glimpse of your serene smell is enough to stun him. It addles his senses, blurring his thoughts as they begin to transform into images of you. Chest beginning to ache with a burning longing, Chan shakes his head to clear his mind. 

Minho, barely clutching to the remnants of his ever-slipping sanity, smirks with a mirthful look and reaches his hand out towards his eldest lover. The pack leader can tell the waves of your scent originate from Minho’s closed fingers, and like a wolf tracking its prey, Chan’s eyes lock onto the outstretched appendage. 

Chan is so desperately unprepared for the barrage of emotions that crash into his mind when Minho’s fingers unfurl: revealing a dark onyx pair of panties, still overflowing with your fresh scent and clearly brimming with implications of your desire.

Minho has never seen his Alpha so weak. 

With his consciousness still blurry and body barely held back by the grip of his sanity, Minho watches his mighty leader tremble at the knees. It’s nearly instantaneous; Chan’s pupils dilate - the darkness in the inky masses overtaking the color that once shone lightly. His shoulders go lax and Minho can already smell the waves of lusty pheromones that Chan has unconsciously started releasing. 

From behind him, Jeongin and Seungmin keen, finally collapsing into a heap at their Alpha’s strong scent. Whining and pushing into each other, they rub bare skin against each other in the hopes of releasing some of the heat that burns so strongly under their flesh. Minho nearly gives in to temptation – he wants nothing more than to turn and descend upon his partners, letting the whim of desire command his next movements. 

Yet Minho is infatuated with the look that has fallen over Chan’s features. 

He cannot tear his eyes away from his pack leader, watching with a bated breath as Chan steps toward him. Under his primal gaze, Minho has never felt more weak to his pack leader than now. Somewhere deep in his gut, Minho feels a prick of excitement filter through him. Usually so dominant, the second-in-command is a little eager to see what happens next. 

A hungry, desperate sound escapes Chan’s lips when he halts in front of Minho. Skin almost touching, Minho extends his fist once more at his leader’s call. Offering the scraps of ebony cloth to Chan, Minho feels his spine shiver when Chan’s skin rubs against his own as he pulls the article into his grasp. 

“Fuck.” 

The sound is so unlike Chan. Minho had expected him to sound so much more daunting - as he himself had been filled with primal anger not so long ago. This sound, however, is so much weaker. The word escapes Chan’s lips barely louder than a whisper. It’s a weak sound, almost a whimper falling from his lips with a desperation Minho has seldom seen. 

Chan is overflowing with emotion, and he suddenly understands why his mates had been so unruly when they returned to the house a few days ago. 

His chest aches and surges with a torrent of desire and longing. Your scent surrounds him and Chan thinks his wolf may burst forth and take over the last threads of his dwindling sanity. Such a little thing, he manages to think – such a little thing can destroy them so easily. 

Only a moment later, Chan recedes back into himself. Transforming back into the dominant pack leader the others are used to, Chan growls out an angry, desperate sound. 

“Fuck!” 

He repeats the word, this time with the carnal rage Minho had been expecting. With shivers rolling down his back, the bond surges with emotion. Likely radiating to the rest of the pack, Chan sighs a deep whiff of your scent and lets himself sink into your aura. 

“Hm, this s’how she wants t’play?” he murmurs, feeling himself fade into the grip of desire. Chan lets his wolf press against the forefront of his mind, allowing it to control his carnality. Descending on Minho, his teeth ache against his gums as he presses his canines into his mate’s skin. Still human, they scrape against the smooth skin of Minho’s neck, and the younger grunts under the pressure, but does not move. Chan’s next words are moaned into Minho’s skin, gripping his partner tight to his body with your panties still clutched in his fist. 

“Oh, we can play dirty, Baby.” 

Letting out a huff as you stretch to reach the heavy bag of sugar on one of the taller shelves, you pull down the item and set it on the counter before you.

The cafe always slows down around the afternoon. You’re open later into the day, but there’s often time to restock and compile things in the back room as the hours get later. Not as many customers filter through your sweet little shop in the afternoon, but that’s no bother to you. It gives you more time to start ‘special’ brews in the back – potions and elixirs of the sort. 

While you operate as an ordinary cafe during the day, the evenings are targeted towards the supernatural. It’s not well advertised, but other creatures know what to look for. Commissions for specific potions and special elixirs are just the start of the wonders you can brew in the afternoon hours. 

You had just completed a very complex potion - one that had taken you nearly a month to finish with the utmost care. It had been an expensive request, but one you were more than willing to perfect for a friend. A potion of immortality; not an easy potion to brew, and even more difficult to prepare correctly. The commission had nearly run you dry of ingredients, and frustrated you to no end. Yet, they had compensated for your troubles with far more payment than you would have asked. 

Of course, when eight demons - let alone the eight princes of Hell itself - knock on your door and make a request, you were more than willing to drop everything to assist them. 

Besides, they were friends. You’d even given their sweet soulmate some mirthful advice when she had approached you a few weeks back – something about a salt circle and how it would hold against the High King of Hell. 

When the bell to the door jingles loudly from the front room, you look up from the counter. The sugar emptied in its proper storage container, you throw the bag into the waste bin and tie your apron tighter around your waist. Preparing to meet the customers who have entered your shop, you suddenly feel a wave of familiarity overtake your body. 

Fingers stilling on the tie of your apron, you inhale a deep breath and feel the recognizable aura of your wolves filter through you. The bond tugs teasingly from their end, and you're suddenly aware you’ve never seen any of the werewolves outside their territory. 

The thought is both daunting and exciting. Unbound by the laws that prevent them from pursuing you in wolfish form, you shiver at the thought of what mischief they will get up to now. You find yourself surging with delight and anticipating, wanting to see their human forms as well as finally speak to them.

You only recognize one of the auras behind the door that separates you from the front room. There's two other werewolves with him, but you can feel the familiar teasing bond that connects you to one of the wolves from the first night. You cannot tell which it is, as their auras had blended together that night, but you know for certain one of them lies beyond the wooden frame. 

Inhaling deeply to soothe the worried excitement and build your confidence, you step forward and push open the folding door to the backroom. 

There’s no one else in the cafe - tables empty of patrons and cleared of dishes for the afternoon. The only forms in your little building are the bodies of the three werewolves that stand at your counter, smiles on their lips and something glistening deep in their irises. 

You have to prevent yourself from staring. 

The three men at your counter are breathtakingly attractive. Your breath is nearly stolen from your lungs at the sight of them. The one standing in front is the shortest of the three, but he is outstandingly the most muscular. His biceps bulge underneath the dark shirt squeezing them, and you have to avert your eyes to keep yourself from lingering on their shape. His lips raise at the corner when he notices how your eyes have to shift away. Dark hair shifting when his head tilts, he looks incredibly alluring in the light of the afternoon.

Behind him, a slightly taller man stands with a wide grin on his lips, and you suddenly feel as though the sun itself has graced you with its warmth. 

His longer blondish, silver hair rests against his neck, blending beautifully with the smooth skin and darker freckles that coat his cheeks. Teeth white and shining in his sweet grin, you feel warm from the inside out under his eyes. This man is the embodiment of sunshine - and he radiates kindness coupled with a teasing mirth that you can only detect through the bond that buzzes between you. He’s so alluring, you have to shift your gaze to the final man to break your concentration. 

The blonde is leaning against the tallest of the three - and with a stuttering breath, you realize this is the larger black wolf that pursued you during the first chase; the one who stalked the edges of their territory, attempting to lure you back into his grasp with bolts of arousal sent down your bond. You remember his dark eyes and his dominating aura, feeling waves of thrill filter through your stomach at the memory. 

He stands to the side, his arm wrapped around the blonde’s waist with a smirk pulling the side of his mouth upward. When a rolling burst of delight shivers down your spine, you feel his satisfaction swarm you. You recognized him, and the thought makes him keen. 

The tallest of the three is beautiful in a way that makes you hesitate. He’s princely – dazzlingly pretty with smooth skin and the top of his long blond hair pulled into a ponytail behind his head. Strands of his bangs frame his face, dangling in front of his eyes as a headband holds the rest back from falling from its place behind his head. He regards you with a confident, sultry look that makes your legs weak. There's a little dark, freckle beneath one of his eyes and you are overcome with the urge to press your lips against it. 

As if he can read your mind, his head tilts with another smirk. Eyes racking over your form, you shiver again and the sight seems to excite him more. 

With excitement prickling under your skin, you manage to step forward around the counter with a smile pulling at your lips. 

“Hello,” you murmur sweetly, feeling genuine happiness at their arrival. “Can I help you three?” 

Stepping forward to greet them, you feel another beat of delight pull you nearer to their forms - almost as if their very existence draws you closer. The tallest hums, the sound warm as he regards you. His voice is nearly a purr when he answers you. 

“Oh, you most certainly can.” 

“Hyunjin!” the blonde murmurs with a smile, digging his fingers into the taller’s side. “What happened to ‘going slow?’”

You giggle fondly at their display, covering your mouth with your hand. The two look up from each other with their eyes glimmering. Looking back at you with smiles stretching across their lips, they seem to adore the sound that falls from your lips. 

“S’alright,” you tease, “I suppose there’s nothing ‘slow’ about how we met before, so there’s no need to hesitate now.”  

Hyunjin, the wolf you met the first night, smiles even wider at your words. Satisfied with your response, he looks back at his younger partner with the same grin. ‘See?’ the teasing look seems to say. 

The darker haired man in front rolls his eyes playfully. The action does not seem annoyed, more so mirthfully done as he appears used to the two’s antics. Uncrossing his arms from across his chest - an action you find yourself missing as your eyes leave his chest - he reaches a hand out with a smile of his own. 

“Changbin,” he offers with a deep voice. “We figured we should probably formally introduce ourselves if our ‘meetings’ are going to continue.” He says the word with a honeyed, crooning sound - one that makes your stomach turn with heat. 

You reach out your own hand with an offer of your own name, gently grasping his fingers as you speak. As your hand closes around his, you feel a striking beat of heat in your chest. You look up at him in surprise, and are met with a smirking smile. He seems to completely understand the feeling, as a pleased sound escapes his lips. You eye his hand with a look, then turn back to him with a questioning, teasing look. 

He shrugs off the look, letting you know it would likely be explained later. When he lets go of your hand, you miss its warmth and the flood of pleasant emotion that came with it. 

Though, his partner steps forward next, offering his own to replace the loss. 

“M’Felix,” he adds happily. His voice is deep, and you feel like you’re drowning in the waves of his soothing voice. You feel the same warmth filter through you at his touch. He truly is sunshine incarnate. When the same bolt of heat sinks into you upon contact with his hand, you feel it settle low in your stomach as you crave more of it. 

With his smile brighter than any other, you feel a strange urge to squeeze his soft cheeks and scatter the freckles and sunspots with kisses. It’s a little strange to have such thoughts upon your first meeting, but you suppose this magical bond is much odder. 

The last of them, Hyunjin, steps forward finally. His hand leaves Felix’s waist with difficulty, almost as if separating from him is painful. Yet, he reaches his hand out all the same. Long fingers dangling in front of you, you regard him with a mirthful look - one he happily returns. 

“Hyunjin.” 

You wrap your fingers around his hand, finally shivering in delight as you finally put a face to the name of the wolf who had chased you not so long ago. His touch is remarkably sweet despite the roaring pleasure that seems to spawn from it. Hyunjin seems to send the heat down the bond as he touches you, more than ecstatic to finally touch you after being deprived that night. 

“S’nice to finally put a name to a face,” you playfully respond. “Or - snout, I suppose.” 

Hyunjin offers a little growl, teasingly pulling you a fraction closer. His voice drops back to a purr, honeyed sound echoing through you as he speaks. 

“So you do remember me?”

“I remember you losing,” you respond with mirth in your voice, having to turn away from his darkened irises as you speak. Being this close to him makes you weak in a way you could not have previously imagined. It’s a wonder you’re able to respond without your voice shaking. 

“Oh, do you?” 

Hyunjin hums deep in his chest, the sound nearly making you tremble with delight. His hand has not left yours, but you don't want it to. You adore the feeling of their skin against yours, and you find yourself not wanting it to leave. 

Felix huffs a laugh into Changbin’s shoulder, leaning into his older mate with a grin. It’s very funny to watch the two of you playfully bicker. Changbin feels a smirk of his own drift onto his cheeks. It’s nice to see someone put Hyunjin in his place; as if he doesn’t get enough of that from him, Minho or Chan. 

You respond with a hum of your own, resisting the urge to lean into Hyunjin as you do. This close, you can breathe in the intoxicating scent that surrounds the blonde. In a moment of clarity, you wonder if he dyes his hair – his wolf being a deep brown, nearly black. 

You shake off the thought when he leans a little closer. Changbin smirks when you shrink bashfully under Hyunjin’s proximity. For all your mirth, it seems you are weak under their hold. The notion makes his chest swell, already imagining all sorts of scenarios in which he wants to corrupt that sweet, sheepish look. 

“Next time -” Hyunjin coos as he pushes closer to press his lips to the shell of your ear to murmur the words. “Next time, I won't lose.”

You physically shiver slightly as his breath tickles your cheek. His proximity makes your brain still, suddenly surrounded by him. Everything in your mind is now focused on Hyunjin. The smooth expanse of his skin and the warmth of it beneath your fingers pushes desperately at the forefront of your mind. You want to push closer - to bury yourself in his chest as you had seen Felix do. You wonder how his fingers would feel on your cheeks, or even perhaps, less decent places too. 

Hyunjin feels his stomach leap with pride when he weakens visibly under his motions. The dominating feeling presses into his throat and grips him tightly, and he knows he’ll have to coax one of the others into his bed to burn off the heat later. 

Changbin pulls Felix closer to his side as Hyunjin speaks, feeling his own burst of dominance pulse when Hyunjin begins to release intoxicating pheromones. You won’t be able to smell them, but he and Felix surely do. 

“Yeah?” you murmur weakly back, feeling much less confidence as Hyunjin leers over you with desire clear in his eyes. 

“Hmm,” he agrees, chest rumbling with the sound. You swear you can feel his ribs shake with the sound. 

When he pulls away, you nearly follow after him. Missing his touch and his warmth, you are desperate to feel his hands again. You have to shake your head to clear your mind of the thoughts as Hyunjin leans back. With your mind back on track, you question what the three have entered your cafe for. 

Suddenly in a different mindset, Changbin reiterates what Chan had requested: several stamina potions and an elixir that allows the wearer resistance to wolfsbane. 

You nod with a clearer head, writing down the orders on a pad from the pocket of your apron. Already taking mental stock of the material you have on hand on what you’ll have to collect, you agree happily. 

“They can be finished tomorrow evening,” you supply, setting down the notepad on the counter behind you. “Can you send someone to pick them up then?”

“Absolutely,” Changbin nods. He already knows which of his partners will be the next to vie for an opportunity to see you. With how much of a fight Han and Jeongin had put up when they left, Changbin knows convincing any of the others to meet you tomorrow evening will not be a difficulty. 

You nod with a grin on your cheeks, moving to step behind the counter before you’re stopped once more. Changbin leans forward, his hand gripping yours gently. Moving away from Felix, the dark haired man suddenly steps impossibly closer. 

His chest nearly presses against yours and you have to physically tear your eyes away for his muscle to meet his eyes. However, perhaps it would have been easier to continue staring at his chest, as the moment you meet his dark eyes you find yourself striking under the lust that seems to swirl in their depths. Changbin is perhaps more dominating than Hyunjin, and heat swells in your stomach when he scans your form beneath his. A smirk pulls up his lips and he pushes closer again, savoring the sweet squeak that leaves your lips when your forms meet. 

Felix cannot resist temptation. 

Both Changbin and Hyunjin have had the chance to get closer - to feel your skin under their own and feel the beat of your heart so near. With a dizzy feeling, Felix steps away from Hyunjin. His eyes are cloudy with something you can't place, but from beneath Changbin, you recognize that his eyes are on you.

Tearing your gaze from the darker haired werewolf, you manage to meet Felix’s pretty irises. He’s giving you a look – a question swirling in the darkness of his pupils. With your mind slowly succumbing to Changbin’s aura, you vaguely realize that Felix is asking for permission. 

A woozy nod is all the answer he needs. 

Felix slides behind you with his chest nearly pressing against your back. He’s so warm, so kind when he pushes closer. You feel his chest vibrate with a hum, the beat of his heart quickening to match the pace of your own. You vaguely notice that your pulse is the same as his - as Changbin’s, and if you were close enough, likely Hyunjin’s too. 

Rumbling softly, you feel his skin move under yours and you feel light-headed. Changbin feels his stomach twist with desire when he smells the barest wave of arousal coat your thighs. If he were any weaker, he would have you with your permission now. However, he knows what Chan has planned. The reward at the end of their hunt will be so much sweeter. 

Felix slides an arm around you to touch Changbin, unable to hold back from feeling the skin of his partner. His eyes close, head tilting back in the slightest as the touch of your skin registers in his mind. 

“Pretty?” he addresses you, leaning down as Hyunjin had to speak the words directly into your ear. The name makes you keen, elated to be referred to with such a moniker. 

“Hmm?” is the only sound you manage to offer in response. 

“Thanks for the gift, Pretty Girl,” he coos, moving his strong hand behind you to tuck something into your back pocket. Your body trembles under his touch, feeling the way he leaves his hand at your backside for a moment too long. He pushes something into the pocket of your jeans, humming pleasantly as he does. He adores the way you seem so weak underneath him. Oh, how he longs to corrupt you further. 

“Bring us a new pair, next time?,” Changbin continues, “Something pink – it’s Chan’s favorite.” Though you don’t know Chan by name, Changbin suspects you are aware of the reference to their Alpha. 

With a keen and your head knocking back to expose your throat, Changbin has to use all his strength to not lean forward to set his lips to the skin. It’s been made very clear that Chan will be the first to mark you – Changbin will have to wait his turn. But the sight of your skin bare beneath him, with you so willingly offering it to him, Changbin has to pull back his wolf as it cries to sink his teeth into your skin with a carnal desire.

Felix adores the way you shiver against him, feeling the brush of Changbin’s hand against the front of his jeans due to his proximity. He feels his own resolve weaken, his stomach twists with delight and heat rising to his cheeks as his partner moves. 

It takes great difficulty to pull himself away, and Changbin has to lean into Felix to stop himself from pushing back into you. With an acknowledging nod, the three finally turn to leave your little cafe. It all happens so quickly, you barely feel time pass until their forms disappear down the street. 

When you can no longer see them, all strength leaves your legs and you sag against the counter at your back. The bond roars under your skin and every nerve is on fire. So little touch manages to drive you mad – you cannot imagine how it will feel when they finally capture you. 

Taking a deep breath to cool yourself down and rubbing your thighs together, you shakily reach for your back pocket. Skin still buzzing from Changbin’s touch, you pull out the cloth that he has stuffed into the crevice of your jeans. 

Under the light of the dimming afternoon sky, you exhale harshly at the sight of the tattered cloth in your grip. Torn nearly to shreds, it seems the werewolves have greatly appreciated your gift from a few nights ago. The notion makes you buzz in anticipation. The implication of their strength is not lost on you. If they have torn this apart, you cannot wait for what they will do to you upon your capture. 

With the knowledge of their pack leader’s favorite color, your buzzing mind makes quick plans. It seems you’re in desperate need of a pair of pink panties – it’s Chan’s favorite color, after all.  

Minho mentions it when he returns from morning patrol. 

He’d gone out alone that morning, before the sun had broken through the trees and cast its golden light through the darkness of the coniferous pines. The air still clung to the chill of night, but Minho was not bothered - his fur was thick and his body temperature was higher than a human’s. The cold did not bother any of them. 

Just as the sun was breaking over the horizon beyond your cottage, Minho smelled it. 

He wasn't far from your home, just a couple of miles and he would be able to see the smoke from the crackling fire in your chimney. The knowledge of your proximity suddenly makes him very nervous. Hair standing on end, Minho's snout lowers to the floor. He tracks the scent until it reaches the border of their territory, far from your cottage. 

Vampire. 

Once he checked on your home once more, waiting to see your head emerge from the back door as you headed to work, Minho returned to the pack house. Your safety ensured, the second-in-command takes off. His paws slap against the earth as he bounds back to his pack leader with the news. 

“A vampire?” Chan questions, his words are tense but don’t reveal the anxiety that pushes at his throat. It settles there with a sickening feeling, but Chan ignores it. “Are you sure?”

Minho’s nod is immediate. He’s absolutely sure of what he smelled - there is no doubt in his mind. There was a vampire in their territory last night. After evening patrol had returned, it had likely slipped over their borders. Investigating or hunting, they were not sure. 

What Chan was sure of, however, was that you were no longer safe alone in their territory. 

“Shit, okay,” Chan curses. In the seclusion of just himself and his second-in-command, Chan allows himself a moment of worry. Minho is one of the only pack members he shows this side of himself to. Though his partners are extremely important to him, Chan doesn’t want them to worry. He keeps this anxious part of himself locked away, ensuring that the others shouldn’t have to experience the same.

However, this does not mean that the others don’t worry. God, if the others could take some of the stress from their leader’s shoulders, they would. They know Chan is unlikely to share the burden, feeling as though the pack leader should bear their burdens alone. So they find little things to ease the weight that holds him down. 

Minho and Changbin ensure that things run smoothly within the pack – ordinary everyday things that Chan shouldn’t have to worry about. Felix is an expert at eating tension need be, after all no one can resist his sweet smile and sunshine demeanor. Everyone takes part in cleaning and cooking, keeping the house nice so that these little things don’t pile on their leader’s shoulders. Jeongin brings food to Chan’s room when he secludes himself there to work. Seungmin drops by every few hours to refill his water bottle and make sure he’s drinking enough of it. Jisung is the mood maker, always managing to keep a smile on their faces despite the tension that may weigh them down. 

The pack runs smoothly when everyone has their part. No one is alone and no one is left behind. 

Minho’s hand reaches out to gently secure itself on Chan’s shoulder. He rubs his fingers gently, a comforting gesture that eases some of the tension in Chan’s muscles. 

Chan gives Minho a grateful look, nodding his head as he decides their next course of action. 

“Okay, we’ll meet her tonight,” he mutters. “Our challenge is put on hold for the next few days - at least until the vampire is gone.” 

Minho nods his head, agreeing with the command. He takes a deep breath that settles some of the worry in his stomach. 

“We can wait for her at dusk. Her cafe closes at 4 - she’ll be out not long after.” 

Chan’s lips press into a worried smile, nodding his own head. It makes sense, and Chan is comforted by the plan. If he can convince you to stay with them for a few days, he’d feel even better. Knowing there is a vampire at the edges of their territory, so close to your home, is an unnerving sentiment. Chan would give you his own room and have the others under lock and key if it meant he could ensure your safety. Though Chan doubts that any of them would bother you with your life in question. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Chan nods. He leans into Minho for a moment, enjoying the affection from his younger mate. Minho was honestly much more akin to a cat when it came to affection - careful and hard to understand sometimes. When he allowed it, or even reached out for it, the rest of the pack greatly enjoyed the affection from Minho. 

Minho ran his hand through the hair at the base of Chan’s neck, scratching gently and smiling at the hum of pleasure that escaped the pack leader’s throat. To reassure himself, Chan reaches out through your bond. He’s unsure if you'll understand the feeling, but he tugs his end of the string twice in question, praying you'll understand what he means. 

He waits a beat or two in silence, his head pushed into Minho’s neck. Then, his heart stutters as he feels the other end of the string tug back. Three pulses. Chan feels you pull lightly three times, sending back a beat of comfort to reassure him that you’re alright. 

With that comfort in mind, Chan allows himself to bury his face further into Minho. He breathes in the comforting, familiar scent of his mate and sighs deeply. Some of the tension has left his shoulders; the combined effort of both you and Minho easing some of his newfound worry. 

“S’fine, Hyung. We’ll see her soon.” 

Yet, hours later, when the sun has begun to set behind the trees and the air chills once more, you’re nowhere to be found. 

After closing up the cafe earlier that day, you had decided to do something a little spontaneous. A few nights had passed since the last time you’d engaged in a chase with any of your newfound werewolf prospects. Of course, you had seen the three in your cafe not too long ago, and had been introduced to three more the following evening. It was nice to finally put faces to names, and you found that knowing what they looked like only drew you in deeper to the mystical connection between you. 

The second meeting in your cafe had gone quite similar to the first. This time, Han, Jeongin and Seungmin had been the ones to greet you. The three werewolves had picked up their order and conversed with you for a few moments, teasing being passed between you as all three wolves had been stumped by you during their own attempt to catch you. 

Each of them had taken a chance to get closer, sliding a teasing hand over your waist or leaning close to whisper something into your ear. There was friendly affection too, like when Jeongin fiddled with your fingers while you spoke about the pastries you baked that morning. Or when it was time for them to leave, Seungmin leaned in for a sweet hug, gently pressing you into his chest to squeeze you tight. It was nice – to experience the intimate moments in between the salacious scenes of your chases. You found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the connection that linked the nine of you together. 

Of course, before Seungmin let go, his hands drifted a fraction lower. The playful, short squeeze of your backside had made you let out a short squeak, heat rising to your cheeks and your ears burning. Seungmin laughed at the sound, chest rumbling with his giggles as he offered an explanation. 

“Changbin said you had a nice butt,” he murmurs playfully. You swatted him across the chest lightly, moving before he could catch your fleeting fingers. 

“Well, tell Changbin I’m going to kick his when he comes out tonight.” 

They had left shortly after, smirks on their cheeks and laughter smiling from their chests. By the time they disappeared from your vision, you were left feeling both giddy and buzzing with arousal. The sweet ring of anticipation simmered in your gut, and you couldn’t wait for later that evening. 

With a smile on your lips and the thought of the wolves on your mind, you decided you’d venture out a little earlier tonight. Hopefully you would be able to scout a new path – something different from the previous two runs. It would be exciting to change the pace for both you and the werewolves. 

As you lock up the cafe behind you, the giddiness shows in your step as you practically skip towards your car. The drive home feels shorter than it usually does; perhaps due to your enthusiasm to reach the little cottage to incite another chase.

It’s not long after you set foot in the homely cabin that you leave once more. 

The new pair of sweet pink panties already donned, you feel the excitement surge again. Five of the eight wolves have partaken in the challenge issued by Chan, the pack Alpha. Assuming they will follow a similar pattern as before, you hope that the final three will be the ones to enjoy a chase this evening. Felix, Changbin, and the pack leader himself - would likely be the last to join the exhilarating mating challenge. 

An arousing shiver rakes down your spine as you think of the request Changbin had made of you. The memory of his warm breath on the crevice of your neck and the press of Felix’s chest against your back makes the longing in your chest grow deeper. You wonder how Chan’s touch will feel against your bare skin. The connection that binds you to the pack leader is strong, and you can feel nearly every twitch and tug of emotion from his end. The notion makes you wonder how contact with his exposed skin against your own will feel – if the ache in your chest will finally soothe upon relishing in the depth of his touch. 

Lost in your spiral of thoughts, you meander through the woods without a particular destination in mind. You only want to venture about half a mile into the trees, as you know the werewolves may be able to catch you if you go much farther. You cannot outrun them for much farther. 

With dusk beginning to settle over the area, that last remnant of golden sunshine peeking through the trees, you listen to the peaceful sounds of the woodland surrounding you. The thrum of the magic that encompasses the borders of the wolves’ territory flickers for a moment, a feeling you are not used to. The magical aura that coats the edges of their land wanes under your touch, but does not weaken. It allows you entry without the expense of magic, a sentiment you understand to connect you further to the pack.

This feeling, however, is strange.

Even as you wander away from the border, you can still feel the aura shift and change, as if someone has crossed it – someone it did not entrust to the wolf kingdom. Someone it did not want inside the bounds of their land.

Your feet halt, breath catching in your throat as you suddenly feel the air go still. The sounds of the forest - the chirping of birds and the whistle of the wind through pines - all begin to fade into an eerie silence. It feels as though the very oxygen you breathe has gone stale, itching at your skin as it touches you.

Pulse stuttering in your throat, you hesitate. You had not before had fears of being alone in the woods. As long as you were in pack territory, you knew you were safer than anywhere else. That comfort had kept you from being frightened in the dark seclusion of the trees in previous nights. Now, with the startling reality of the solitude of the forest around you and the ominous fizzling of another magical presence weighing on your mind, you were more than aware of the nonsensical decision you had made.

Moving quickly, you shrink low in an attempt to cover yourself with the foliage that shrouded the area. Staying low to the ground to hopefully make yourself scarce, you take a deep breath to soothe your nerves. Your heartbeat stutters in your chest, thumping in an almost painful manner. It roars beneath your ribs and you think you can faintly hear the pulse in your eardrums. 

Skin prickled with goosebumps and chest beginning to tighten with the grip of fear, you attempt to draw from the little magic you possess. It’s not much - usually just enough to sense the magical changes and auras from other supernatural creatures. You’ve never been able to cast your own spells as the witch blood that flows through your veins has long been diluted over the ages. Your witch-like nature was mostly expressed through the brewing of potions as it did not require magical prowess – only the spell books left to your possession by various ancestors. 

The reminder stings painfully in your mind, only ceasing to spark another bout of fear. As you hesitate, the eerie aura slips closer. 

In the darkening hours of dusk, you cannot yet see them, but you know they’re not far. With panic pushing into your throat, you do not have the conscious thought to alert the wolves. Falling back into base instinct, you are too new to the bond - too unfamiliar with its magic. In your panic, you can hardly recall its presence. 

When a stick cracks in the distance, you hold your breath. There is no telling what lurks behind the seclusion of your hiding place, and you do not know if they can hear each breath you take. 

Enraged tears push at the back of your eyes, suddenly furious with yourself for being so careless. There was much you could have done to prevent this, but you suppose there is no use in deliberating your mistakes. You force back the sweltering pressure that pushes against your eyes. You will not cry when there is something to be done - something to save yourself.

As another sharp, echoing crack of a fallen branch rings through the area, this time much closer, you try to puzzle through the aura of whatever being has begun to stalk you. It is quite clear they have learned of your presence. There would be no use in silent, slow tracking if they had been simply strolling through the woods. 

Reaching out with the barest traces of magic, you are stricken cold to discover what lies not far from your crouched form. Their aura is sanguine red, dripping with darkness and radiating with ill-intent. It’s suffocating as it descends upon you, seeming to fill both your lungs and your brain with its vile ambience. 

Vampire. 

You have not had much dealings with vampires. They’re solitary creatures, perhaps more so than witches. While some reside in covens, just as your own kind may, most chose a life of solitude. It’s easier to keep prey to themselves that way. They may not all be the bloodthirsty monsters of myth, but this one certainly is. With an aura so stark red and overflowing with hunger, you know you have become its next target.

Resistantly the urge to suck in a gasp of terror, you try to keep your breaths low and steady against the palm of your hand to suppress the sound. Before you can even attempt your escape, the chilling sound of its voice filters through the biting cold air that has begun to descend. 

“I can smell you, Pet.” 

The tears finally begin to squeeze from your eyes. Powerless to the burn in your eyes, the salty droplets fall from your ducts and wet your fingers. Terror has finally gripped you tight. You’re frozen to its entrapment, unable to move without fear of the vampire knowing your location – though you’re quite sure it’s already well aware. 

Stomach rolling with waves of anxiety, nausea beginning to burn acridly in the base of your throat, you feel as though you may vomit. You’ve never felt this pure, stirring form of fear seize you before. 

With desperation beginning to settle into your mind, you wonder if you can perhaps bargain with the vampire. It’s likely a fruitless venture, but you stand no chance if it comes to a fight. A vampire overpowers you in both strength and speed; you will not be able to outmaneuver it if you choose to run. 

Breath catching in your throat, you attempt to speak around the grip of nausea. Voice warbled with fear, though you try desperately to suppress it, you speak. 

“You don't want to do this.”

An unsettling laugh seems to spark a chill so deep into your form that you think it may nestle into the fiber of your very bones. They’re closer now. The eerie sound of their laugh comes from the thicket of pines to your right - back the way you came, towards your home. 

“And why not?” The vampire responds, ire rising in their tone. “You smell remarkably sweet, Little Witch – and it would be oh so easy to have a taste.” 

An uncontrolled shiver rakes down your spine and your hair stands on end. The frigid air settles into your skin, raising the goosebumps on the exposed flesh. His words are unsettling, only adding another wave to the already storming sea of panic in your stomach. The vampire seems to be enjoying the way you nearly tremble in fear, the smugness showing in his voice when he answers. 

Your brain races as you attempt to find a reason. Panic pushes at your head and your mind is moving too quickly. Ideas race past and you cannot seem to grasp one with a conscious thought. It feels as though you are drowning in the depths of your own mind, unable to grasp hold of a single thing to say. 

It’s only when you feel a single tug on the buried string in your chest, do you remember. The pull is strong, reaching out with a worried apprehension, and you can barely feel it over the tightness that keeps you still. 

“The wolves!” you gasp out, voice airy as you barely manage to stutter out the word. “This is werewolf territory – you can’t touch me here!”

The vampire snarls. 

You still once more, the sound seeming to strike you frozen. You almost expect the vampire to descend on you then, with sharp fangs and bloodlust surging within the vile creature. He sounds furious at your exclamation, as if the mention of werewolves was a personal attack. Well, you suppose it kind of is. 

“Werewolves,” he sneers. You can practically hear the way his lip curls over the word. Disgust lingers in his tone, the sound nearly making you angry on behalf of the wolves you’ve come to treasure. “As if I care for what wolves think.”

You shudder. 

If the strength of a wolf pack is not enough to stale the vampire, what can you do? A witch with so little magic, unequipped and alone in the woods. If you reach out now, with the reminder of your bond only just coming to fruition, will the wolves be able to make it to you? With so little space between you and the beast, you fear your dear wolves will only arrive to find your limp corpse, drained of blood and blank to the world. 

The thought is a sickening lump you cannot swallow. 

As the vampire closes in, the acrid feeling in your throat pushes into your mouth. Stomach swelling and turning with fear, your pulse stutters again. With so little options left, you decide you will take your chances. 

Acting with haste, you lift from the depths of your hiding place and immediately push off the balls of your feet. Taking off into the trees, you race away from the path in the hopes that the mass of trees and winding steps will allow you a little breadth from the vampire. Heart racing and feeling your lungs wheeze with each inhale, you push yourself beyond your limits. With your life in the balance, the adrenaline allows you to keep running. 

With your legs pumping, you finally reach out. 

You hope you can maintain enough distance between you and the vampire for the wolves to arrive. There's not much of a chance, but you hope that you’ll at least give them a chance. Any sooner, and you fear they’ll be finding your lifeless body. As you reach out now, panic fueled terror racing down the connection, you pull at any of the strings you manage to grasp. It’s so difficult to focus on the bond as you race through the trees, but you force yourself to continue. It’s your only chance. 

You do not have the conscious thought to feel how they respond.  

The vampire, seeming to have expected this, snarls and takes off behind you. 

His much quicker form descends on you quickly, easily keeping pace with you. He seems to be enjoying the chase, hooting as tears leak from your eyes and blur your vision. With your path winding between trees and dodging fallen logs, you're able to maintain a fraction of distance between yourself and the beast. 

This is far different from the chases between you and the werewolves. 

Those runs left you feeling light and excited, body rushing with a pleasant buzz of adrenaline and the longing humming in the bond. In those moments, the thrill was shared consensually between both you and the wolves, keeping the both of you ecstatic for each moment. 

This chase, between you and a monstrous beast who intends to drain your body of its precious life-force, is much different. 

The adrenaline that fuels you now is not of excitement, but that of terror. It pumps into your limbs and keeps you from shaking. However, it does nothing for the panic that crashes into your head. Your mind races with fear and you cannot push away the tears that race down your cheeks. With your thoughts solely focused on dodging the trunks of trees and the lashing of outstretched branches, you do not have a conscious track of mind to stop the salty liquid from blurring your vision. 

Legs pumping and calves burning, you are powerless to the vampire’s strength. With a pained cry, he collides with you. It’s a short moment, just enough for the monster to shove you off your feet. 

Heart a swollen lump in your throat, you weep out a sobbing sound of fear as you tumble down a short cliff side. Sharp branches cutting into your skin, exposing the bloody flesh underneath, you hiss in pain. Your fall is stopped when you collide with a fallen tree trunk. Back slamming into the pine, you squeak another miserable sound. 

Terror squeezes you tight. You can barely feel the stinging pain of the open wounds under the grip of fear. Blood drips down the bare skin of your arms, but you can barely feel it. The throb in your ankle burns from where you’ve likely sprained it, and you pull the limbs closer to you. 

Now openly weeping, you choke on the cry that tries to break free from your lungs. 

“Please!” you cry, the sound warbled by the blur of tears. Clutching your arms to your chest, you try to put pressure on the bleeding scrapes. Any attempt to cover the blood from the nose of the vampire is fruitless. 

The vampire laughs coldly as he emerges from the darkness. Sun now long gone from the sky, the vampire has nothing to fear. 

“Don't cry, Pet,” he mocks with smugness. “It’s only a taste.” 

Frantically now, you pull harder on the bond. Yanking as strongly as you can, ignorant to the pulses of fear you send alongside it, you furiously pull with the hopes they can discern your plea. 

As he descends towards you, a cruel smirk smeared across his face, you finally begin to tremble. Holding a single hand out, you summon every fiber of magic in your form and force it outward. It weakens you greatly, taking every thread of energy along with the flare of magic. The resulting burst of flame is only a momentary distraction, singing the vampire’s clothes as he pushes closer. 

Snarling at your attempt to fight, he laughs cruelly as he finally closes in on your shaking form. Weeping and trembling, you weakly drop your hand and finally curl upon yourself in an attempt to cover your vital organs. 

When the vile beast is inches from your skin, a startling moment passes as he hisses and suddenly draws back as if your very being is laced with poison. A frown twisting his features, you are no longer aware of his actions as you pull yourself tighter into your body. 

“You cunning witch!” the vampire sneers, disgust leaking into his voice. “You’ve been marked by a wolf clan!” 

The monstrous beast’s words are punctuated with the chilling sound of a wolf howl slicing through the bleak hours of night. 

It’s a broken, mourning sound – brimming with pain and a longing so fierce you feel it in your own heart. The howl is soon accompanied by more. Seven more wolves join the call, an aching fear conveyed in their fragmented sound. They’re in pain; but it is not their own. 

They’ve heard your plea. 

They had not been far. They had been following your train since dusk had settled. Knowing the vampire was still on the loose, Minho and Chan had tracked it to the eastern border that afternoon and carefully swept through the rest of the territory for signs of the beast. Yet, they had still come up empty. 

Hyunjin and Han had immediately picked up the hints of your scent. With the rest of their mates not far behind, the wolves had not been far behind when the red string binding your fates had come alive. 

Intense panic is the first to strike them. Filtering with speed through their bodies, the anxiety is laced with the grip of terror. It surges through them with an aching pulse, stronger than anything they’ve felt from you. Not long after, the frantic tugging of the bond yanks furiously at their chests. 

Hyunjin nearly collapses on his feet. Knees weak, his chest aches at the weight of your fear. It’s terrifying, and the dark coated wolf is suddenly struck with a sickening grief. His fur shakes when Hyunjin waves his head to force away the feeling. It is too soon to mourn you, and Hyunjin will not let the ninth piece of their bond be taken so easily. 

It’s blinding. The immense grip of pure despair grips them tight, each of your panic-laced emotions being sent down the bond. Whining out of desperation, Felix crumples into Changbin. Weak to the strength of your fear, he barely pulls himself back onto his feet. He cannot let himself fall now. Changbin buries his nose into the younger’s muzzle, breathing in the scent of his partner and hoping the smell, despite the souring tinge, will help him maintain his balance. 

Chan is the one whose head knocks back into the first despairing howl, the ache of your pain fueling the mournful sound.

With the weight of the world on his shoulders, Chan feels weaker than he’s ever been. The aching sound leaves his chest with a cry of overflowing pain. In his many years, he swears he’s never felt such a surge of grief – not even when Seungmin had gotten caught in a bear trap years ago. Even then, he’d been assured that he could protect his partner - could care for him and nurse him to health. 

Now, with the overwhelming grip of panic in his chest, Chan fears he may lose you before he's even had the chance to love you.

It all happens in a single moment. The fear knocks into them - Chan howls, and then all eight of the wolves are moving. Taking off with a blinding speed, they race through the forest with the traces of your scent fresh in their minds. Only you and your desperate plea for help present in their minds, they push themselves quicker. 

Seven baying sounds echo into the night not long after their leaders. 

In a combined harmony, the werewolves convey their mournful rage. Despite the fear, the sound is brimming with overwhelming anger, for a member of the wolf pack has been threatened; a notion that grounds for a revenge even the High King of Hell himself, could not prevent. 

The pack leader swears he’s never been this scared. Your desperate plea for help has struck him so deeply, he fears it will be the last thing he ever feels from your end of the string that connects you. The eldest can barely manage a weak tug on your bond as he pants in exertion, praying it can provide you some reassurance; they’re coming, it says - just wait a moment longer, they’re coming.

While the howling echo was meant to be a notion of fear for its prey, you can only exhale a sigh of relief. They’ve heard you, it reassures, they’ve heard you and they’re on their way. 

The vampire steps away for a second, seeming to filter through his options. He takes a glance at the trees behind him and then back at your frightened form, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to decide what to do. You’ve been marked by this wolf pack – their scents are strong on your form, intertwining under the sweetness of your own. If he harms you now, he is certain to face the wrath of the pack. Even if he leaves the borders of their territory, they are sure to hunt him down for laying a hand on someone they've marked. No mating mark may lay on your skin, but you are quite clearly bound to this wolf pack – scar visible, or not. 

He doesn’t have time to make a decision.

With the sound of your weeping guiding the werewolves to your location, the vampire suddenly has no time to escape. He turns fruitlessly to locate the easiest method of exiting the bounds of their territory, hair whipping into his face. 

Your chest aches with the dregs of terror, body so desperately weak from the magic you had expelled. Sagging into the trunk behind you and adrenaline waning, the burn of your wounds begin to settle. Fear still lodged into your mind and body still curled upon itself, you do not see the vampire attempt to run. 

You only hear the furious snarl of a wolf’s growl and the pounding of feet on the earth. 

The roaring of panic in your ears is suddenly replaced by the gnashing of teeth and sharp howls of anger. Branches snap and claws scratch against the dirt. Rustling of various footsteps and the sound of sharpened incisions snapping against flesh fill your senses as the wolves descend upon you and the vampire. Clutching your ears tightly with bloodied fingers, you curl tighter on yourself. 

You don’t want to watch. 

You know the wolves are strong, but you fear having to see the vampire harm them. 

Whimpering with tears still slowly dripping down your skin, you do not see the towering, angry form of Chan’s silver wolf break into the clearing. Nor do you see Minho’s enraged snarl as he bursts forth from behind his pack leader. His teeth drip with saliva as he lunges for the vampire. Eyes locked on the beast, he barely manages a glimpse at your terrified form, bleeding and curled tightly on itself against a tree trunk. The sight fuels his protective anger, and his jaws clasp tightly upon the vampire with a furious sound. 

Jisung is the first of the wolves who’s anger wanes at the sight of your crumpled form. 

Strewn against the trunk of a fallen pine tree, you’ve curled upon yourself and clutched your ears tight. Blood drips from your fingers, as if you’ve tried to ebb the flow of blood from the scrapes and scratches that litter your exposed skin. The scent of terror clings to your form, and Jisung nearly gags on the acrid taste. 

Yet underneath the fear, Jisung still smells the sweet, gentle honeyed scent that usually clings to your body. He can still imagine the excited smile that stretched across your cheeks after your first chase, and oh, seven hells - does Jisung want to see that smile again. 

Breaking through the line of his furious partners, Jisung is the first to descend on your trembling form. 

Transforming to bare skin, Jisung collapses to his knees at your side. Watery eyes wide, his hands hover over your skin - afraid to frighten you with his touch. Reaching out, with his heart still pounding and anxiety a sickening lump in his throat, Jisung pulls gently at the red string binding you together. His side pulses with waves of comfort, praying the warmth will remind you of his presence. 

“Shh, Darling,” his teary voice murmurs so quietly. He’s dropped low, whispering the words into your ear, so different from when Hyunjin had muttered salacious teases. “S’alright, Angel - s’just me, s’Hannie.” 

When your fearful eyes finally pry open, wet from salty tears and pupils blown wide, Jisung feels his heart clench in his chest. Seemingly separated from the chaos just behind him, Jisung can only see your sweet form – only feel the stuttered beats of surprise and grateful pulses from your bond. 

“Sungie?” 

At the watery, broken cry of his name, Jisung cannot hold back. Chest aching, he pulls you into his body. Both of your bodies are trembling, and Jisung finally allows the salty tears to fall onto his round cheeks. Weeping softly as he feels your shaking arms wrap tightly around his back, he clutches you tight. You respond with the same fervor, as if you fear that in the next moment, he’ll be torn from you. 

“Yeah, Baby - s’me, you’re okay,” his weeping voice murmurs, words spoken directly into the skin of your neck. His reassurances seem to help as you sag into his arms, finally succumbing to the adrenaline rush. “We’re here, s’fine - you’re safe.” 

From behind Jisung, Changbin is not far behind Minho, and he snarls as he grasps hold of one of the beast's legs. The vampire cries out, but they are not swayed. The werewolves are fueled by the protective rage that swells through their bond. You are terrified and in danger, and they go to the ends of the Earth to ensure your safety. 

Hyunjin is the next to descend on the vampire, teeth sharp as they pierce skin. Blood fills his mouth, but Hyunjin is used to the feeling. His head is split between approaching you and swaddling you in his arms, aching to reassure you, and the brimming rage that seizes him tight. But with how you clutch to Jisung, eyes squeezed shut and attempting to push out the sounds of a fight, Hyunjin knows he must expel the traces of anger before approaching you.

He will not scare you like this.

Tugging sharply on the vampire, Minho and Changbin understand the message and begin to drag the beast away. He kicks and screams, trying desperately to get away from the grip of the wolves, but his attempts are fruitless. And when Seungmin lunges forward, rage finally overflowing upon sight of your terrified form, he cannot help the way his teeth sink into the vampire's neck, silencing the beast once and for all with a sickening crack. 

Felix is already at your side before the sounds can reach your ears. Gentle hands settling over your ears, the blonde keeps the gruesome cacophony of noise from reaching you. His hands are trembling, but he keeps them steady enough to maintain coverage. Felix’s eyes are teary, salty tracks covering his cheeks as he does so. Nonetheless, the touch of your warm skin under his hands seems to reassure him and reduce the shaking. 

He hums under his breath, pushing his chest into your back and hoping that the sound of his voice will drown out the rest.

When the four wolves drag away the body, not wanting you to see the horrors of death, Chan finally steps forward. 

He trusts his mates to take care of the vampire. Chan knows he does not have to worry about the rage that still simmers in his chest, and though he aches to give the beast a beating of his own, Chan knows there are more important matters at hand. 

When Chan finally shifts from his wolfish form, silver fur giving way to soft skin and worried eyes, he’s already on you. 

“Baby!” he cries, a sob of his own swelling in his chest. Despite all the strength he upheld as pack leader, Chan finally succumbs to the worry and the fear that gripped him so tight. He collapses at your side, bond crying out with reassurance and sweetly attempting to comfort you. “Baby - oh fuck, Angel.” 

Over the lump in his throat, Chan leans forward, hands hovering over your skin. He’s scared to touch you. Now in front of you for the first time as a human, with terror still seizing your mind, Chan doesn’t want to scare you. His wolf whines pitifully, longing to pull you into him, but Chan waits. 

When you feel the sweet hum of his connection call out, your eyes crack open and pitifully peer at him from the depths of Jisung’s chest. The dregs of fear still pulsing through you, you cannot stop the trembles that still rake through you. 

“Chan?” 

Felix has never heard such a mournful whimper pull from his Alpha’s chest. 

Finally giving into the longing ache, Chan pulls you into him with a gasping cry. Jisung loosens his grip, allowing his Alpha the chance to feel your skin against his. Chan lets the fear escape his chest with a weeping sob, his own tears burning at his eyes. With your skin pressed against his bare chest, Chan knows you’re safe. The heat of your body is a pleasant burn he never wants to extinguish. 

Your first glimpse of the pack’s Alpha is halted as he draws you into his chest with muscular arms. You cannot be upset about the motion, feeling the shake of your limbs already beginning to settle as his bare skin presses against yours. The pack leader openly sobs out a saddened sound, pulling you tightly into him with your bond flaring strongly. 

Chan is beautiful. 

Your weary eyes barely glimpse full lips and dark eyes as they tiredly fall closed, but you know Chan is utterly gorgeous. There's a faint red scar across the bridge of nose, crossing across his cheeks, but the strength that it implies only makes him more gorgeous. With how brightly your chest swells with affection, quickly replacing the fear, you knew you would find yourself entrapped by his beauty soon enough.

Exhaling a shaky sound, you try to push yourself closer with weak limbs. Chan feels you shift and tugs you closer with a whimper, nose pressing into your hair as a tremble of his own shakes through him. He inhales deeply, savoring the honeyed glimpse of your scent beneath the acrid taste of panic. 

“You caught me,” you tiredly whimper into his chest, collapsing with the last glimpses of adrenaline finally leaving you. 

From behind you, you feel more forms push closer. 

Felix sobs out a weepy sound, and you find yourself saddened that you don’t have the energy to send a wave of comfort to him. His warm skin presses against your side, pushing you closer to Chan as another form piles into your sweet embrace. You vaguely recognize Jeongin’s sweet aura as he clutches you from your other side. The youngest is crying, tears wetting the skin of your neck from where he pushes his head into the crevice beneath your jaw, but you don’t care.  

You can sense that Seungmin is not far behind. Unable to reach you from the depths of the clutches of his older partners, you manage to reach out a hand through the mess of tangled limbs. Seungmin grasps hold of the appendage with a tight grip, squeezing happily as he pushes his face into Jeongin’s neck. 

It’s not long before the rest of the pack descends on your pile. Clutching each other in a warm, muddled clutter of relieved bodies, the remaining wolves pull each other tight. The fear that previously radiated through the bond slowly seeps away to reveal sweet relief and comfort. 

Chan weeps a laugh at your words, chest shaking with the combination of it and a sob. His next words are spoken into your hair, lips pressing a short kiss to the threads with warmth radiating from his mouth. 

“Yeah, we caught ya, Pretty,” 

When spring has finally settled in the forest, Lupin flowers blooming in bright hues of lavender and cornflower blue, you decide it’s finally time. Unbeknownst to you, the first few days of spring mark a shift between the werewolves. You can’t sense it, not with your human ability to smell. 

Mating season has begun. 

It keeps the werewolves high strung. The urge to incorporate you into the pack is stronger than ever. Every flash of your skin has them panting, and every hint of your arousal has their mouth watering. 

Hyunjin had been teasing you for weeks, playfully poking at you and trying to incite you into a final challenge. He managed to rope some of the others into his taunts, keeping the excitement of the chase fresh in your mind. 

Not long after you had settled into their lives, Felix had been the one to mention the mating mark. You had been eyeing the faded blush-colored scar with warmth in your gaze. Analyzing the teeth marks and attempting to identify which scars were the mark of incisors, you vaguely wonder whose teeth had left the mark. 

Felix’s lips had pulled into a wide grin when he noticed, pulling you closer to his bare chest with a laugh. His skin was warm against yours, and despite being subjected to their exposed skin in the weeks past, the notion of Felix's smooth, freckled skin still made you dizzy. With heat in your cheeks and ears burning, you buried your bashful look into the muscle of his chest in an attempt to hide from his prying eyes. 

“Baby!” he laughed, chest rumbling with the sound, “s’nothing to be embarrassed about. You can ask if you want.” 

From across the room, Hyunjin lifted his head from where it rested against the back of the couch. Jeongin, in between his legs - had too, raised his own head with interest in the conversation. 

“Yeah, Pretty – you can ask Chan-hyung to give you a mark of your own too,” the long-haired man mirthfully teased. Jeongin giggled in Hyunjin’s arms, his teeth shining when a grin stretched across his lips. The youngest’s own mark seemed to glimmer in the light when his loose shirt shifted across his clavicle. 

Your eyes followed the trail of teeth on Jeongin’s skin, spotting a second flash of teeth not far from the first. When Hyunjin titled his head, allowing his hair to fall away from his skin, you caught sight of the largest mark imprinted in the flesh to the side of his throat. Two more rosy rows of teeth rested in the smoothness of his skin aside the first.

You begin to wonder how many of these bite marks littered each of the wolves. 

Pulling your eyes from the ridges of Felix’s chest, you raised them to meet the teasing eyes of Hyunjin. “Do you all have them? The bite marks, I mean.” 

Hyunjin hums in response, a spark flickering across his gaze. His arms wind tighter across Jeongin’s chest at the reminder of how his partners have sunk their teeth into his skin. Face warming with the heat of the memory, his lids flutter with an indecent look.

“They’re mating marks,” Changbin cuts in, beside Hyunjin. His eyes were focused on the notebook in his hands, but he was clearly listening to your conversation. His dark eyes look up from the worn leather for a moment, catching yours with something similar to Hyunjin’s own arousal glimmering in the depths. 

“Mating marks?” Your tongue rolls carefully over the words. Spoken silently to yourself, your mind rolls with the implication. 

Felix’s chest rumbles with another answering hum. From where you lay on the floor beneath the couch, you feel something hot flash through the bond in a quick moment. It’s so fast you cannot tell from whom it originated. 

Minho is the next to fill in the blanks. Jisung is pressed tightly to his side, Seungmin not far, their eyes drawn to the television where they’re engaged in a fierce battle of Mario Kart. 

“When the bond is accepted and courting finishes, mating marks seal the connection between bonded packs. They lay claim over each other – everyone is bound to each other through ‘em.” 

A flush of heat fills your stomach. 

Something indecent rolls through your chest and you feel your skin becoming littered with pleasant goosebumps. You don’t know why the thought is so enticing. The thought of teeth pressing into your skin, claiming you once and for all, is something that makes your chest ache and your thighs rub together. 

Attempting to hide your interest, you look back into Felix’s chest, but your spiked acknowledgment is not missed by the others. If your bashful look doesn't give it away, the distant hum of arousal from the bond certainly does. New to the red string intertwining you with the wolves, you’re unable to stop the stronger waves of emotion from filtering through. 

Nonetheless, they wouldn’t need the bond to know you have become interested in the marks. The sweet, honeyed scent of arousal permeating the air and the twinge of your uncontrolled pheromones are evidence enough. 

Minho’s lips raise into a smirk. 

Catching the enticing scent, the wolf inside him howls with a challenge. 

“Oh,” his words drip with salacious undertones. “Are you interested, Pretty?” 

Your eyes dart up to meet him. Swallowing once, you attempt to speak around the lump that has risen in your throat. Suddenly feeling so small under his lowered, teasing eyes, you find yourself unable to respond. 

“Hm, I think she is, Hyung,” Jisung’s voice responds. He’s dropped his controller, looking away from the shining lights of the television at the sweet waves of your scent. His eyes have darkened, dilated pupils beginning to swell. 

Hyunjin soon joins the attack, leaning forward with Jeongin still clutched to his chest. 

“Yeah, I knew it. You want a mark of your own, Pretty Girl?” 

You withhold a whimper into Felix’s chest, but the silver blonde hears it anyway. His own shiver of arousal shaking through him, Felix clutches you tighter. He feels something stir in his gut, and the sharp sting of incisors press against his gums as he resists leaning forward to scrape the fangs across your flesh. 

When Chan steps through the doorway to the living room, the air is thick with the scent of arousal. 

Heart thumping and dominance surging, the pack leader hums to grab your attention. His eyes fall to your body, clutched tightly in Felix’s arms with your eyes wide and pulse racing. 

“S’going on in here?” 

Tension broken, eyes are immediately drawn to the Alpha. The air still simmers with pulses of lust, and Chan feels as though it will soon begin to drown him if he doesn’t do something soon. 

Minho is quick to respond, taking charge as second-in-command. “Angel was just telling us how much she wants a mating mark, Chan.” 

The pack leader’s aura flushes. 

Power radiates through the room, and the wolves feel Chan’s own surprised flood of dominance filter into the atmosphere. They’re under his command, tense and muscles ready to spring onto you at their Alpha’s command.

“S’that so, Pretty Baby?” 

You can’t look at him. Chan’s aura overflows with an assertive wave of power. He commands the room, and you fear if you meet his eyes, you’ll give in without the thrill of the chase. However, you do find yourself nodding into Felix's warm chest, making your consent well known. 

Not responding, Chan hums sweetly. With darkened irises and the pleasant hum of desire in his veins, Chan can feel his teeth push against his gums. His inner wolf howls to lay claim on you now, with your consent made apparent, all that’s left is to sink his teeth into your skin. 

But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it? 

Chan is quick to propose a final chase. 

One last race through the woods. With the mating mark made clear, the first to catch you can be the first to have you – of course, right after the Alpha lays claim. Chan will always get priority, even if he is not the one to capture you first. Though he severely doubts he won’t be. 

Everything happens so quickly. 

Felix pushes you gently off his chest, pulling you to your feet and guiding you towards your room. Well, you suppose it’s actually Chan’s room, but the leader has made it clear you have a place in it as much as he does. With a delicate command to prepare yourself, your heart begins to race with the familiar thrill of adrenaline - the good kind. 

You burrow through the mess of clothing in your drawers, a smirk pulls on the edges of your lips when you find what you’re looking for. After the incident with the vampire, Chan and the others had never seen your last gift. You had intended for that night to go so much differently, but you suppose now is as good of a time as any to present the pale pink lace of the lingerie. 

Tiny, rosy pink daisies litter the sheer fabric, intertwining with the blush and darkened hues of roses. Dark green stems connect the flowers, tastefully just covering the most indecent of places. The faint pink lace barely covers anything, and it’s by far the most lewd thing you’ve ever bought, let alone worn. 

When you slide it on, some sense of pride inflates your chest. It’s a fleeting feeling, one you find you don’t often experience in reference to your own body, but you thrive under its wave. It feels nice to admire your own skin and size for once, and you remind yourself to do it more often. Learning to love yourself is a hard road, but you hope you’ll learn to love your own skin soon. 

Choosing to forgo the complications of too much clothing, you slip on one of the boys’ oversize shirts. You can’t tell whose it is, as even their shirts run sizes too large so that they can be cut and loose, but the scents on it are familiar, as always. Hyunjin wore it last, that you can tell, and you hope the notion of nothing but lingerie beneath it will drive him mad. 

You honestly hope you’ll be caught quickly. Even despite the arousal and implication of mating marks, running with nothing but a large t-shirt is sure to cause your thighs some chafing. However, you cannot bring yourself to put anything else on, knowing the sentiment will make the chase more enticing. 

When you reenter the living room, all eight of the werewolves are standing. Murmuring amongst themselves, desire roaring in their stomachs, they turn to look at you when you enter the room. 

“Oh fuck,” Changbin murmurs, mouth going dry at the sight. He has to readjust his pants to hide the growing problem between his thighs. Cursing under his breath, running with a boner is sure to be a pain. 

“Hm, our little tease, isn’t she?” Minho coos, voice dripping with filthy undertones. 

Hyunjin nearly purrs at the expanse of your bare legs. Eyes scanning every inch of your exposed flesh, he feels his spine shake with a familiar arousal. 

“You wearing anything under that, Pretty?” 

Despite the weight of their dominating auras, you manage a hum in response to Hyunjin. “Mhm! It’s the present Binnie asked for.” 

Changbin snarls at your words, chest vibrating as he feels another bolt of heat twist his gut. Imaging the pretty pink lace underneath the darkness of your shirt, he and Hyunjin know exactly of the gift you speak of. Felix too, rumbles pleasantly at the reminder of your meeting so long ago. 

“Present?” Jisung murmurs in question. 

Changbin hums his gruff, deep response. “You remember her last ‘gift’? I asked her to wear something pink next time - Chan-hyung’s favorite and all.” 

The pack leader goes weak in the knees with a lusty groan. His eyes close and his head knocks back at his lover’s words. The reminder of the tiny pair of panties clutched in his fist, now imagining them pink and stained with your arousal, has his mind finally drowning a ferocious desire. 

“Oh Baby, you’ve done it now,” Chan’s deepened tone coos. When his eyes open, brown hair falling across his forehead and highlighting the red scar across his nose, there’s a fire burning brightly in the depths. “You sure you want this? Once we start, I won’t be able to stop myself, Sweetheart – not now that I know what’s under that pretty dress.” 

Your nod is immediate. You’ve never been more sure of anything. These eight wolves are yours now, just as much as you are theirs. Chest thumping, Chan purrs a hum in response. 

“Don’t make it too easy then, Pretty,” Chan murmurs, nose grazing your skin as he leans in close. “Gonna ruin you when I catch you - gotta’ savor our prize right?” 

And the final chase begins. 

They have given you a head start. Just two minutes, but it’s enough time to clear some distance between you. They aren’t wolves this time – just humans, but supernatural humans with enhanced senses and incredible speed and strength. They’ll still be able to catch up quickly. 

You know there’s not much you can do when it comes to hiding this time. With how strong your arousal thrums between your thighs, there’s no chance they won’t be able to seek you out by scent alone. 

Leaping over a fallen branch, you pant heavily with a wide grin on your face. Probably looking a little insane as you race through the woods with a manic smile, clad in nothing but a black shirt and lingerie beneath it, you laugh freely into the spring air. 

You don't know how much distance you’ve put between you and the pack house, unable to keep track of time since Chan had started the chase. Regardless, you continue pushing your calves to run through the trees with your chest sizzling with the familiar buzz of adrenaline. 

Only a few moments later, you hear excited hoots and shouts fill the air.

Your two minutes are up. 

Excitement bursting again, you force yourself faster. You know it won’t be long before they catch up, but you want to give them a chase worthy of being called the last. 

Distantly, you feel one of them tug on the bond, chest being pulled in their direction, but you ignore it. Dirty tricks didn't work before, and they wouldn’t now. Allowing a smirk to pull at your lips, you continued to race, kicking up dirt from the earthen ground. 

You feel him as soon as he breaks through the tree line at your back. Minho, second-in-command, was one of the fastest of the wolves in their human forms. Now, driven mad by you, he has a mission in mind as he pursues your racing form. 

You don’t have to turn to know he’s behind you. 

He’s closing on your fast, his strides longer than yours and heart pumping just as quick. You barely have the conscious mind to consider your options, but vaguely you wonder if the same trick will work twice. You can tell he’s a few steps in front of the others, so you’ll only have a moment’s chance if it’s to work. 

As Minho descends on you, breath in your throat as his hand reaches out, you lunge to the side again. Your heart leaps, skipping a pulse as Minho skids on his feet. He barely manages to catch himself before he falls, cursing loudly at your cheap trick. 

“Hah! I can’t believe you fell for it again!” 

A growl loosens from Minho’s chest, and he’s running after you again. 

Escaping Minho has allowed you a moment to maintain the distance between the boys, though it’s still not much. They’re still hot at your heels, fueled by carnal desire and thoughts of your skin beneath their hands. Heat still sizzles between your thighs, and you feel the lining of your panties dampen at the sound that escapes Minho’s chest. 

Distantly, you hear another let out a groaning sound, as if they smell the arousal slowly leaking from between your thighs. The thought makes you lightheaded. 

Another laugh leaving your lips, you duck under a low hanging branch, the boys hot at your heels. Confident in your lead, you allow yourself to miss the missing aura that is missing behind you. With your mind focused on keeping ahead of the werewolves, you’ve missed an alarmingly crucial clue: there are only seven auras behind you. 

You're smart. Hyunjin had Minho had both conveyed this when they returned from their individual chases. Able to outmaneuver them both, they were impressed by your ingenuity. 

Yet, even despite your intelligence, you could not outsmart Chan. 

Instead of joining his pack, pushing you from behind as the others had, Chan burned with the passion that would guarantee his success; and he chose another route. 

You don’t see him coming. 

Racing through the pines, his arms pumping and veins fueled with a primal lust, Chan had taken off in the other direction. Your scent clinging to his senses, he swears he can already taste the sweet arousal that leaks into your panties. A smirk tugging at his lips, Chan races for you head on. 

He pursues you from the front, rather than behind. Seeming to know exactly what routes you would take through the forest, he knew precisely where he could cut you off. 

When his panting, muscular form breaks through the trees in front of you, your slam to a stop on your feet. Skidding an inch, you pant with widened, surprised eyes. Chan stands in front of you, pupils blown and dark, sweat dripping across his forehead and down the bridge of his nose, smearing along the red scar. 

His muscular biceps bulge in his tight, black shirt, and your mouth waters at the sight. You only have half a moment to take him in before his smirk deepens and he pushes off the balls of his feet, lunging for you. A growl pulls from deep within his chest and you squeal as you try to dodge his strong hands. 

Your efforts are futile. Even as you attempt to evade his grip, twisting as you make for the forest, Chan’s already moving - quicker and stronger than you. Of course, if you had half a mind to focus on it, the thought of his superior size and strength would drive you wild, but you didn’t have the chance. 

“Chan!” you squeal, squirming as you attempt to wiggle out of his grip, wanting to continue the chase and feel the adrenaline pumping through you. The Alpha groans deeply when his name falls from your lips, already imagining the sound twisted into gasps of pleasure. Head knocking back, Chan’s muscles bulge as he wraps you in his grasp. 

Your skin hot against his, Chan moans out a sweet sound that has your stomach turning. His biceps flex under your squirming, and it’s so enticing to feel how he manhandles you into his chest. One strong hand manages to grasp both your wrists, pulling them behind your back as he tugs you close. Your back against his front, hands in his grip, Chan hums pleasantly with you now trapped in his hold. 

“Yeah, s’it, Pretty Baby – say my name.” 

Your knees weaken. 

Unable to move in Chan’s tight grip, you’re left defenseless to the seven wolves that soon descend. 

Unsurprisingly, Hyunjin is the next to capture you. The taller man’s figure leans over yours with a daunting smirk, his eyes shining with carnality. His chest pushing against your front, Hyunjin’s head leans over yours and you’re forced to look up at him when his hand reaches out. Thin fingers expanding over your throat, Hyunjin applies a little pressure to your neck, exhaling a groaning sound when you whimper.

“Dirty girl,” he purrs, fingers tightening across your throat in a pleasant pressure that makes your head spin. Hyunjin’s grin is wild as he does so, finding the sounds you let out make his chest swell with pride. “I told you I’d catch you next time, didn’t I?” 

You think you might leak through your pretty pink underwear. Legs trembling and head turning, eyes barely able to keep hold of Hyunjin’s lusty ones, you barely realize when the others join the fun. 

Minho, obviously holding a little grudge from missing you twice, is at your right. His hands are hot to the touch. Chan laughs a cocky chuckle when his second-in-command immediately drops to his knees. Minho rolls his eyes, lips already leaning forward to press into the skin of the inside of your knee. When you squirm, legs visibly shaking at the touch of Minho’s soft, full lips on your bare skin, his hand drifts higher. Gripping your thigh tight in his big hand, he murmurs his next words directly into the skin of your thigh.

“Stop squirming, Angel.” 

You whine again, head knocking back with a keen. Going limp in their hold, your head rests against Chan’s collarbone. The pack leader smirks in victory. He loves watching the bashful look on your face twist into something darker. 

“Hannie,” Minho commands, not looking away from his place on his knees, “Come help me, will you?” 

Jisung does not hesitate. Taking your other side, his hand slides around your waist to squeeze you once. Then, with a salacious grin at the dripping honey smell of your arousal, his hands drop. Sliding pleasantly down your stomach in between you and Hyunjin - of course, taking a moment to run gently over the skin of Hyunjin’s stomach - Jisung’s hands slide beneath the fabric of your shirt. 

This time, Jisung lets out an obscene sound when the tips of his fingers graze the soft lace wrapped around your hips. 

“Fuck, Baby,” he murmurs with a whining sound. Fingers drift, lifting the hem of your shirt higher, allowing Minho a glimpse of the fabric that lay beneath. He pushes closer, face lifting until his head is level with your hips, which are pushed against Hyunjin’s. The taller man groans when Minho’s hand comes up, cock twitching when his lover’s fingers toy with the bulge in his pants. When he leans away a little, leaving space for Minho to dive between, only your chest remains pressed against Hyunjin. 

Before Jisung has a moment to explore further, Seungmin reaches from behind, his fingers lightning quick as they rip your shirt upwards. Eight sounds of approval sound out when the material is lifted above your chest, allowing them a first look at the pretty pink lingerie you’ve chosen. 

Chan, however, does not have the best angle to see the sweet panties you’ve chosen for him with Seungmin lifting the shirt in front of his face. With a disgruntled sound, his eyes lift to Hyunjin’s, grinding his hips forward into your backside as he does so. You keen, and Hyunjin smiles. 

“Pretty Boy, keep her hands out of the way f’me.” 

Then, Chan releases his grip on your wrists and pushes them around to your front, where Hyunjin’s waiting grasp wraps securely around them once more. Now in Hyunjin’s hold, Chan has both hands free, and he doesn’t waste a second. Exchanging a look with Seungmin, Chan’s hands lift to grasp both sides of the color of your shirt. Biceps flexing, the pack leader grips the material tight and then tears it down the middle. 

His display of strength has you lightheaded.

Now exposed, the eight can admire the sweet little bra that adorns your chest. Tits practically spilling from the material, Chan hums pleasantly, his eyes going hazy. By now, he feels the growing need to release his dick from his pants, unable to take the throbbing against the tight material. Changbin shares the sentiment, the three remaining men finding the means to occupy themselves with each other. Felix is already under Changbin’s grip, his eyes having trouble drifting back and forth from you and his dark haired partner. 

Chan growls pleasantly at the sight of the pink lingerie, one of his hands sliding around to join Jisung in toying with the hem of the rosy panties. Minho’s lips are on your inner thigh, and he sucks in a heated breath when he catches a taste of your arousal on his tongue. Fingers inch closer, his forefingers rubbing gently across the thin material that separates him from your slit. Rubbing a teasing circle, your head knocks back again.

Yeah, you manage to think - they’re definitely stained now. 

“Oh, fuck me,” Chan murmurs, voice dripping with honey. “Look s’good in pink, Angel.” 

Minho hums in agreement, teeth skimming across your thigh. It trembles under the glimpse of his sharp incisors, and Minho mirthfully laughs. He knows exactly where he wants to put his mark. It’s a favorite of his, apparently, if the mating marks on Jisung, Hyunjin and Felix’s thighs have anything to say. 

“Better take a deep breath, Pretty,” Hyunjin murmurs directly into your ear, lips grazing the shell. “M’gonna fuck ya stupid when Chan’s done with you.” 

Chan laughs when you whine, and when Hyunjin’s hand slides away from your throat, they’re quickly replaced with the feeling of Chan’s teeth scraping across the skin. You squirm under him, feeling both so heavy and so light at the same time. You swear the combined touch from them will kill you. 

Felix seems to think similarly, a whine of his own skipping from his lips when Jeongin’s hand slides beneath the button of his jeans. The youngest smirks, obviously enjoying having Felix weak under his touch. However, he’s interrupted when Changbin slides his own hand down the younger’s back, making Jeongin shiver. You desperately want to open your eyes - to look at the blonde when he makes such pretty sounds, but you’re prevented when Chan playfully nibbles on the skin of your throat. They’ll have their turn with you soon. 

“Watch her, Lixie,” Changbin murmurs. Your skin seems to heat even hotter, and you feel as though you’ll pass out under their eyes. “She’ll be falling apart on Chan’s cock soon, don’t ya wanna’ watch?” 

The sentiment of the pack Alpha’s teeth against you strikes with a heated stir of your stomach: Chan’s going to claim you, just as the rest of them will. And though you don’t have the teeth to leave a permanent mark of your own, you are sure you’ll leave plenty of fading ones on their skin too. 

They’re yours now, just as much as you are theirs. 

You lean back into Chan with eyes closing out of ecstasy, despite only being teased so far. The leader smirks and you feel it on your throat. Jisung finally grows tired of toying with the fabric between his fingers and finally peels them away from your hips, giving way for Minho's lips to explore new territory. Chan feels his dick twitch when Minho lets out a pleased groan at your taste, finally able to suck you into his mouth as he wants. 

“Yeah, you like that, Baby?” Chan hums, teeth scraping over your skin, finding the place where he wants to sink them beneath the flesh. It won’t hurt, he knows. Rather, he thinks you’ll quite like the rush of pleasure that comes from a werewolf’s bite. “Get ready, Pretty - I caught ya,’ and m’not gonna be gentle.” 

Teeth sharpening and incisors sliding forward, Chan angles his head so that his mating mark will be candid for all to see. 

“You're ours now.” 

His teeth sink in. 

bonus: 

reader, sitting with the dewdrops at dawn!reader: ... 

reader: so,,, demons?

dewdrops at dawn!reader, nodding: werewolves? 

reader, also nodding: ...

dewdrops at dawn!reader: ... 

reader: are we monster fuckers? 

a/n: listen,,, I like skz, okay? this is totally not like 20k words written in a daze of hard hours, I swear. 

ngl tho sometime when I was writing this fic I was like omfg this is so ‘2013 wattpad girl’ of me,,, like sometimes I’d write a sentence and try not to think about the cringy werewolf fics I used to read xD either way I really like the concept of the supernatural and wolf chan is always in the back of my brain so this is what followed that brain rot. 

p.s!! did anyone catch the references to dewdrops at dawn? I had to connect the universes somehow xD I hope you guys enjoyed them <3

[peachy-hwa]

Practice Kisses with Stray Kids

literally months ago bestie oz made a tiktok about this and i have been thinking about it since so. here u all go :)

warnings: afab reader, vaginal sex, fingering, f receiving oral sex, m receiving oral sex, unprotected sex, edging, very light d/s dynamics

smut under the cut!

Chan

You pulled away from Chan slowly, head spinning as you took deep breaths to try to replenish the air that had been stolen from your lungs. He was gently running a hand along the inside of your thigh, and it was taking everything in you to keep from grinding down on him. Your position straddling him granted you control over the situation in theory, but he had your stomach twisting and your head foggy with mere kisses. There was no way you could let this just be for practice. This needed to be something real. As you opened your mouth to say something about it, he leaned forward and pressed another kiss to your lips. Within moments you were lost in it again, finally giving in and grinding against him as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth. You let out a small whine, all thoughts of talking forgotten. At this point, you might as well see how far this could go before doing something crazy like confessing your massive crush.

Minho

Honestly, you didn’t even know how you reached this point. Minho above you, hips moving harshly to drive his cock further into you as you whined underneath him. You had already cum once, and the oversensitivity was almost killing you but you certainly weren’t going to ask him to stop. Nearly an hour ago, you had asked him to help you practice kissing. Now here you were, nearing your second orgasm of the night as one of your best friends fucked you so good you could barely get in a breath. Moments later Minho was pulling out and jerking off quickly over your stomach, letting out a moan that sounded very much like your name as he came. Once the aftershocks wore off, he moved to start putting his clothes back on. You sat up, a little confused, and reached for a tissue to clean yourself up. You softly asked him if everything was ok, and the only response you got was a quick line about not telling anyone about this, and then he was gone. You sighed, feeling a little hurt, but still. It gave you a secret thrill to be his dirty little secret.

Changbin 

“Practice kissing? That seems a little silly doesn’t it?” 

Changbin asked, tilting his head to the side and looking you up and down quickly. You insist that you just want to practice to make sure you’ll be good at it when the time comes to kiss someone for real, but both of you know that’s not really true. The two of you have been dancing around each other for months, and the dam is about to break. And break it does. Within 10 minutes you find yourself being kissed. Just, not exactly where you were planning to be kissed. Changbin has your legs spread and is eating you out like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good, and you can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly quickly, and you gasp out a moan as you finish, cuming on Changbin’s tongue. After licking you gently through the aftershocks, he looks up at you, face flushed and covered in your wetness. Yeah, this was definitely more than just practice.

Hyunjin

You lean back, gasping as you slow your pace yet again as you feel Hyunjin begin to tense underneath you. He lets out a whine, hips twitching frantically up into you. “Not yet Hyunnie. You said you were gonna make this last for hours, you don’t want to disappoint me do you?” You whisper into his ear. He lets out another whine and shakes his head. Taking a moment more to let him cool down, you think back to earlier tonight when you had come to Hyunjin and asked him to practice kissing with you, and he said that he would “practice” with you for hours. Turns out he needed a little help with that, hence you edging him for at least the fourth time moments before. Deeming him calmed down enough, you begin to slowly bounce up and down on his cock again, leaning forward to kiss him as you do. He lets out another pitiful whine into your mouth, and you clench around him in response. He’s so gorgeous like this.

Jisung

Being best friends with someone like Jisung was always a wild ride, but you could certainly say that the events of today had been the wildest to date. How had you even ended up here? Laying on your back, Jisung hovering above you as he stretched you on three of his fingers? Honestly, you didn’t have the brainpower to think about it. In fact, you were pretty sure your brain was fully shut down, mind full of how good Jisung was making you feel. And with his words. God, the things he was saying. He was whispering in your ear about how good you were going to feel around his cock, how lucky he was to get to teach you how to take him, how wet you were already, how hot it was that you were this worked up just from fingers. He stopped speaking to instead start kissing and biting at your neck, and it made even more pleasure zing down your spine. You hoped he was really liking this as much as it seemed because this was definitely going to need to become a regular thing.

Felix

This was it. This was paradise. You were slowly lowering yourself onto Felix’s cock as he ran his hand gently along your thigh, murmuring words of encouragement in his infuriatingly sexy voice. You were honestly worried you might cum right then, looking at Felix in front of you, his face flushed red and his lips parted to let out soft gasps between his words. You slowly started to move, and he tipped his head back and let out a low moan. Fuck. You brought a hand between your own legs to start rubbing gently at your clit, and that was a mistake. The next thing you knew you were shaking through one of the best, and fastest, orgasms of your life. “Ah fuck, you’re feeling that good already love?” Felix gasped out, clearly resisting the urge to fuck up into you as you tightened around him. He waited a moment, running his hand along your back soothingly as you came down from your high before asking “Do you want more darling?” And of course, you did.

Seungmin

When you asked your friend Seungmin to practice kissing with you, you never imagined it would end up like this: you on your knees in front of him, cautiously licking the tip of his cock that was hard and leaking for you. No matter how much you had imagined being with him in situations that were, ah, filthy, never in your wildest dreams did you think that Seungmin would actually suggest that you practice something more than kisses, like, for example, sucking dick. As you lean forward and wrap your lips around the head of his cock he groans and throws his head back, legs shaking. Having this kind of effect on a man like Seungmin? Yeah, you were addicted. Guess you’re just going to need much, much more practice.

Jeongin

You moved your hips gently against Jeongin’s as you kissed slowly down his neck, stopping to bite at the junction between his neck and shoulder. He let out a low whine, and his hips jerked up against yours, making you gasp. You could feel how hard he was already, and you felt yourself get wetter in response. “Innie, do you want to practice more than just kissing?” You gasped out, and he nodded frantically in response, reaching a hand beneath your shirt to stroke your side gently. Just that simple touch had you shaking slightly as you returned to covering his neck in hickeys. If you were doing this, you wanted to leave a mark, let everyone know about it.

[daceydeath]

A Work Proposal (Part 7)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader Word Count: 3.9K Genre: Smut, Soft Lee Know Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), fingering, swearing, pet names, praise kink

You had been working with Stray Kids for a while now and after a long day at work turns into a very unexpected but intriguing proposal. Will this change your world or end your career?

You were prepared for all of them to tease you relentlessly after Seungmin had let the kids know you were staying in the dorm overnight. He had taken you into his bedroom to wrap you in a jacket while you waited for the bath to fill, leaving you sitting on the bed while you heard him call Chan, his words were muffled by the running water and the fact that he was walking between rooms before he returned to you smiling and insisted on helping you to the tub.

"I'm alright Seung, really, this isn't necessary" you protested albeit sleepily as the adrenaline from the sex faded and the long day prior to that seemed to be closing in on you.

"I know it isn't necessary but I want to do this we all want to spoil and pamper you for what you do for us" he spoke so gently as he stroked your hair while you sat in the blissfully warm water "But you are special to us, to me and you need to know that".

"Is this how you guys always are?" you sighed leaning your head against the lip of the bath looking at him as he shifted to sitting at the other end so he could reach the snack and water he had brought in for you.

"No, it's never been like this before, like I said you are important to me and to all of us" he tried his best to make it look like he was getting you things to hide the dusting of pink that dusted his perfect cheekbones making you grin and purposely ignore it.

"Doll, what is that mark? did I hurt you?" he yelped looking over the mark on your shoulder making your face burn with embarrassment.

"No that's been there a few days but its fading don't worry about it" you muttered putting your hand up to cover it although it was still a pinky purple splotch it had been much darker.

"How did you hurt yourself to bruise like that?" he was still in a slight panic so completely missed the look on your face.

"I got it when I was with Jeongin" you whispered hoping he would drop it which he did but he was still eyeing it suspiciously.

The noise of the others getting back was obvious despite the late time of night trying, and failing, to quietly make their way around the dorm made you giggle as Seungmin carefully helped you stand from the water and step onto the fluffy mat wrapping you in a towel which he seemed to be insistent was for him to dry you with and not yourself.

"I'm not incapacitated Seung" you pouted as he wrapped the jacket back around you and led you from the bathroom towards the lounge instead of the bedrooms where the others were still failing to be quiet. You had only been expecting to find Jeongin, Felix and Minho since they lived in the dorm but that was not the case when Chan instantly stood cupping your cheeks and checking you over, you tilted your head allowing him to which made that far too big jacket slip of your shoulder.

"Seungmin! what the fuck is this?" Chan snapped, his fingers running over your now exposed shoulder.

"Can I please get dressed while you all talk this out, it's cold in a towel" you interrupted as Hyunjin stood up and brought a bag over to you.

"I packed you clean clothes but I didn't know what you wore to bed so I just grabbed the clothes on your bed" he smiled kissing your cheek softly and looking at the mark they were all talking about.

"Thank you Hyunjin" you smiled gratefully taking the bag and walking back to Seungmin's room since he had let you in there before to wait. You could hear the start of the arguing as you closed the door quiet and hissed voices overlapping each other. You knew it would be an easy thing to explain and you didn't see what the huge deal was anyway you could always lie about where the bruise had come from if anyone else ever asked what it was. Opening the bag you pulled out what you expected to be your pajamas, pausing when you realized that your baggy sleep shirt was replaced with pretty silk ones that were actually another gift from Hyunjin, eyes misting you got dressed before returning to the lounge.

"She didn't even tell me I left a mark on her" Jeongin was arguing throwing his hands up.

"You shouldn't be so rough you leave a mark like that dumbass" Han groaned shaking his head you remained silent slipping through the boys to wrap your arms around Hyunjin's waist which made them all stop.

"Thank you Hyunjin, but you don't need to give me such extravagant gifts, I thought you realized this after the handbag" you murmured letting him smile dazzlingly in response.

"Gift?" Chan queried eyebrows raised.

"Valentino" Felix mumbled while gesturing to the navy blue pajamas you were in.

"You are worth every extravagance" Hyunjin continued smiling lifting your chin and placing a sweet soft kiss against your lips.

"Back to the issue on hand, although you do look gorgeous baby" Chan smirked at you as you unwound yourself from Hyunjin's arms and sat down still looking slightly dazed and very tired.

"Jeongin is truly sorry if he hurt you princess you know that right? none of us want to do anything that will hurt you" Hyunjin squeezed the hand he was still gripping.

"No he's not" you giggled looking up at them all and winking at Jeongin "I'm not even sure he knew he bit me actually there were other things on both our minds". You hadn't realized how worried Jeongin had looked until his face relaxed at your words knowing you were fine with his rough treatment.

"Besides I already have said a bunch of times now I will tell you to stop if I don't want to do certain things, aren't comfortable or just don't want you to touch me at that point" you could see the protectiveness that shone in Chan's eyes but still he nodded which made you breathe a sigh of relief yourself.

"All good right? I'm taking her to bed now Min just about knocked her out by the looks of it" Felix interrupted helping you to your feet and back into the hallway holding you tightly from behind making the trip more like a slow waddle than a walk to the end of the hall passed Seungmin's room and opposite another bedroom letting you pick which side you of the bed you wanted to sleep on. Felix carefully brought the blankets up around you both snuggling next to you and taking you back into his arms, his breath was warm on your face as he began to kiss your forehead down to your nose and cheeks peppering you affectionately with feather light touches to relax you further, finally making his way to your lips he lazily kissed you his tongue sliding against yours and you sighed against his lips.

"Goodnight Jagi" He mumbled against your lips slowly moving you so your head was nestled against him neck as your eyes slowly fell closed.

You awoke to an empty bed, with a glass of water and an apple beside your phone and several voice notes from Felix telling you he had gone with Jeongin and Seungmin on a pre-planned day of shopping but the Minho was still home but might be sleeping. Since it was a weekend and not a workday you didn't need to rush anywhere and lazily got up to shower and get ready for the day.

"Morning kitten" Minho called as you started down the hallway back into the lounge.

"Morning Minho, did you sleep alright?" you asked sitting at the dining table where he gestured you to as he placed a coffee down in front of you.

"I did thanks" he smiled "did you have plans today? Do I need to get you anywhere?".

"No, But I can leave as soon as I'm ready if you want me out of your hair" you smiled nervously realizing that you were probably interrupting his plans for the weekend.

"Oh...I thought you might like to spend some time here we could watch a movie and grab some lunch or something" he mumbled scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"I would love that Minho" you beamed genuinely pleased at his offer to spend time with you even if he didn't seem interested in anything physical. If you were truthful you enjoyed being with the boys as much as you were enjoying the physical aspect of the agreement, you felt a strong attachment to all of them which you also knew was very stupid on your part as they would end the agreement once they were no longer interested or wanted to pursue someone else.

"Let's start with breakfast then" he smiled widely "how do you prefer your eggs?"

You shared a delicious breakfast and went to get changed into a more comfortable outfit sweats were far more comfortable than jeans after all, while Minho made some popcorn and snacks for you both. Minho assured you he would rather stay in than go anywhere since that meant so much more cloak and dagger from the both of you. Getting comfortable on the couch Minho plopped himself down at the other end looking vaguely nervous about how he should actually be acting around you so you proceeded to just pretend you didn't notice his expression instead looking at the snacks that he had placed on the coffee table in front of you.

"What should we watch kitten? you don't like horror films so what do you like?" Minho asked logging into the streaming service.

"I really don't mind action, adventure, fantasy, thrillers are all good just pick something you would like to watch and I'm sure I'll like it" you shrugged casually trying to get him to relax again.

"Ok I'll just pick at random then" he quipped cheekily pressing play before getting himself comfortable and pulling the bowl of popcorn between you both. The first ten or so minutes of the film you both sat in silence, occasionally popping pieces of popcorn in your mouths until your hands collided trying to get another handful and Minho jumped making you laugh loudly.

"Yah!" he squawked pouting at your reaction.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help it you jumped so much its just my hand Minho it won't hurt you" you continued to giggle as his ears flushed dark pink.

"Maybe you could sit here so you don't have to punch me to get popcorn?" he mumbled so softly you could barely hear it over the movie dialog, you smiled as he paused the movie and you got rearranged him leaning against he couch and you cuddled into his side with your legs across his, the popcorn balanced in your lap.

"Much better" he whispered stroking the hair at the back of your head making you shiver at his touch.

"Yes much" you nodded as he turned to movie back on. You spent the next two hours cuddled together both of you getting more comfortable with each others presence as time wore on. When the credits finally began rolling you were almost sad to leave his embrace but as usual Minho didn't let you go instead wrapping his arms around you and unlocking his phone.

"What would you like for lunch kitten?" he murmured into your ear.

"What would you like? Any cravings for something you shouldn't have" you teased knowing he was being extra strict on himself lately he had been building muscle like the others to keep himself strong but in doing so they were always trying to restrict their diets.

"Are you trying to get me in trouble with my trainer" he snickered as he scrolled through his options.

"You could always just blame me, your horrible artist manager made you eat bad food" you faux pouted using your best whining voice.

"Ok, ok how about we just get food from the café on the corner they do good food" He hummed still scrolling.

"I thought you didn't want to go out?" you squeaked looking down at your clothes knowing you would need to change.

"I didn't, but I want to take you out" he muttered as he put his phone away helping you off his lap "you don't need to change either. It's better if we both go super casual less change of being noticed that way and you look beautiful in anything".

"Flatterer" you giggled feeling your face heat up at the look he was giving you "If you want to lets do that then".

"I do kitten, I just want you to enjoy your time with me, not feel any pressure to do anything or be anything for me" He blushed again and started scratching his arm and you realized this it was the third blush you had seen on him that day.

"Minho, is today just us hanging out or is this something more?" you pushed softly you were getting so many soft and sweet vibes from him that you were a little lost, he was always so teasing and confident this was very different to the man you saw when the others were around.

"umm... it totally is yeah... why did you want to cut it short because we can" he rambled making it click to you what was happening, he was nervous because this was more than he was used to. Smiling sweetly you stepped closer to him reaching up to cup his face before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, pulling back enough that you could talk but that your hands could remain on him.

"I would like getting lunch with you very much" you continued smiling as you saw him begin to calm back down "but why are you so nervous with me?"

"The others have all told me how amazing you are, how much I'm going to love ruining you, but I don't want to ruin you kitten I want to worship you and I want to feel like you aren't just some casual thing that means nothing" he admitted slowly and shyly.

"Minho all of this means a lot to me, you guys were friends with me long enough to be comfortable to float this agreement with me so trust me there is feeling behind this from me at least" you confessed right back making his face light up with a gorgeous smile.

"You have no idea how much I wanted you to say something like that" he sighed in relief relaxing his shoulders "Now please let me take you to lunch" making you nod once more.

He had been right no one recognized him it just looked like what could just be two students grabbing lunch in between classes, both of you looking like you could be in sweatpants, baggy hoodies and hats. It had been fun letting Minho order what ever he wanted for the both of you and laughing at stories of events before you joined the team, you enjoyed Minho's company immensely he was sweet telling you about his family and cats. You told him about yours and how you started with JYP as a simple side job that you had no intent to continue with since the entertainment industry had held no interest to you. Once you finished and he had insisted on paying much to your slight annoyance he walked you back to the dorm, holding you hand his fingers entwined with yours until you reached the dorm building when he let you go to avoid any unwanted attention.

"Minho" you breathed as you stepped into the elevator "I've really enjoyed myself today".

"I hoped you would kitten" he smiled seductively the Minho you were more used to peaking through as he stepped forward pining you against the wall of the small space "Can I kiss you?".

"Always" you whispered back moments before he pressed his perfectly soft lips against yours in a slow almost romantic kiss which he ended as soon as the elevator chimed that you had reached the floor.

"C'mon kitten lets finish this date by having some fun" he smirked at your slightly dazed expression, you had definitely heard him use the word date and it sparked a rush of warmth in your stomach. You weren't even focused as he pulled you straight into his room closing the door behind you both and pressing you against it.

"Can I?" he whispered eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips, chest pressed tightly against yours pinning you to the wood behind you. You stared at him lips and nodded wanting nothing more than them to press against yours again which he obliged his lips softly gliding against yours making you melt against him your hands sliding up his chest you wind around the back of his neck.

Softly kissing and nibbling down your jaw and back to your lips had you floating before you knew it, mewling softly against his as he cupped your hips pressing them against his so you could feel him through your clothes. Pulling you away from his door he slowly and slightly clumsily backed you both up to the bed breaking his kiss for only a moment as he lowered you to his mattress laying attaching himself back to your lips after settling himself between your legs. Minho's hands wandered your skin under the hoodie you wore his gentle touch heating you up even further as wetness began to pool between your legs aching for him to touch you more.

"Should I take some of this off?" you whimpered as his kissed his way across your throat towards your neck.

"I thought you would never ask" he smiled against your skin helping you to sit back up and shed yourself of everything except you underwear "leave them please, I want to take them off myself" he whispered looking at you adoringly. Reaching for him he immediately pulled his own hoodie and shirt off throwing them over his shoulder to the flood before obliging you and returning to your arms, his hot skin sending a thrill through you as he pressed himself against you.

You ran your fingers through his hair anchoring him to you and he began kissing down your chest and between your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples as he passed them on his way down towards your center. Sitting back on his haunches he teasingly dragged his fingers along the wet fabric between your thighs making you gasp as he passed your clit with each pass.

"You are so fucking beautiful kitten" he purred looking at you so intensely you almost hid yourself away from his eyes "all swollen lips, and dark eyes looking at me like you want me" he smiled lopsidedly his fingers still dragging slowly across your entrance.

"I do want you Minho, I want you so much" you gasped as he added more pressure to his movements your legs spreading even further apart for him.

"Will you let me have you? love you until you want no one else?" he asked sultrily licking his lips as your hips chased his fingers.

"Gods yes Minho" you groaned as he finally gave you what you wanted his fingers slipping inside the fabric and rubbing you clit firmly "Please Minho" you cried softly. He grinned pulling your underwear off of you easily as you were willing to do anything to have him touch you again.

"So wet and ready for me aren't you, so pretty and wet and mine" he hissed as your walls clenched around the fingers he slid into you "Fucking hell".

"Want you Minho" you mewled again intoxicated with the way he was making you feel. He shed the rest of his clothing placing himself back between your thighs and sinking his cock into you.

You though you would take him easily with how wet he had gotten you but you couldn't help the loud lewd moan that fell from your lips as his girth stretched you almost to your limits your fingers gripping his arms tightly. He gave you a moment to adjust before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of you and thrusting back in his cock massaging your walls perfectly with each slow but deep stroke.

"So pretty, so perfect, so good" he murmured into your ear with each movement of his hips sending you towards you high before you were even aware of it.

"Minho" you cried "I'm...I'm" you couldn't speak with how deep you could feel him inside you his length almost kissing your cervix with each thrust.

"Fuck kitten cum for me" he moaned prettily in your ear kissing your neck as your walls pulsed around him as you reached your orgasm crying out his name. Slowing his pace he waited for you to come back down before he continued with his pace his cock dragging heavily against you. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No, no please keep going" you gasped panting slightly making him pleased with your answer. Pulling his lips back to yours you kissed him again swallowing the soft sighs he was making as he continued to make love to you. His thrusts began to lose tempo as you felt him near his own orgasm "Please cum inside me Minho, I want to feel you" you whimpered.

"You might just kill me" he groaned as his started pumping himself harder into you chasing his pleasure until you felt his stiffen further inside you and his warm seed filled you. A couple more shallow thrusts and he returned to kissing you not pulling out of you yet.

"Can you go another round?" he smiled lazily as your realized he was still hard inside you and carefully fucking his cum deeper into you.

"Yes" you whispered through hazy eyes as you took in how beautiful he looked in that moment. He pulled himself out of you and helped you to roll onto your stomach hands groping your arse as he spread your thighs again positioning himself at your entrance again.

"I think I'm in love with this pussy kitten" he murmured plunging his cock back inside you while you moaned his name over and over unable to form any other words. Kissing his way across your shoulders and intertwining his fingers with yours he loved you gently his cock feeling like it was even deeper inside your than it hade been the first time.

"Minho" you sighed lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

"Good girl kitten, so good" he mouthed against your skin feeling your walls flutter around him once again as your orgasm approached "Let me feel you". Your cried out as your high washed over you far more intense than the last making you writhe beneath him.

"Fuck good girl, my precious girl" he groaned beside your ear filling you to the brim before pulling out of you and pulling you into his arms to recover your breath.

"Rest kitten, we can clean you up in a little while" he cooed kissing your lips languidly as he held you tightly.

A/N: Thanks again for all the love you have given me on this series. It's not the end yet so you have more to read if you are still interested and like always and reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated always xx

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miniseries

By Heart - LMH (M, A, F - 3/3 completed); you never knew you needed him, but he always needed you. // demon!minho x human!reader It Was Good Until It Wasn't (M, A - 8/8 completed); 8 part series based off the album, "It Was Good Until It Wasn't" by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with. Violent Delights - HHJ (M, A, F - 2/?) | indefinite hiatus; Worlds that were never meant to collide, caught in political and emotional turmoil taken for the worst. But even the destruction of kingdoms that followed couldn't have stopped him burning down the world for the mortal that made his mouth water in thirst and dead heart beat. The Sleepwear Series (M, F - 8/8); An 8 part anthology series of Stray Kids and their S/O's chaotic night time routines Phases (M, F - 4/?): Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho. Make Love, Not Porn (M - 5/5): You crave a life of normalcy, he craves you. And he'd do anything to keep you, even if you're for the world to see.

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Masterlist

Hi, I’m going to start a masterlist so you can find my fics easily!

Have fun getting lost in everything on here!

BTS ot7:

Life Goes On series:

Here is a collection of fanfics that all take place in the same universe, with all the members falling in love one after the other. 

☆summary: Being the biggest boy band in the world can make it hard to find love. But in time, everyone finds the one that they were meant to find, the person that was forever theirs to begin with. Even the Bangtan boys aren’t an exception to that most simple rule of the universe, as they fall in love in the most unexpected places 

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: snippets of life, idol!au

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Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook:

Sinful Lust

☆summary: in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

☆rating: 18+

☆genre:  3some!au, slife of life!au, smut, angst

➳ series masterpost

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Jeon Jungkook

The Forgotten Spaces

☆summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: slow (SLOW) burn enemies to lovers, college!au, slice of life!au, angst (oop), smut and fluff

➳ series masterpost

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When the End Comes (The Forgotten Spaces sequel)

☆summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, every chapter contains mature content)

☆genre: breakup!au, slice of life!au, angst with a big A, smut

➳ series masterpost

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November Sun

☆summary: whenever he breaks, the november sun shines on him. and jungkook chases you across the sky - but you've gone some place he can't reach you now.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, it deals with heavy themes)

☆genre: grief au/funeral au?, exes au, angst

➳Complete fic here! please read the warnings before reading this fic.

To Give A Helping Hand

☆summary: you're a fan, untouchable, yet Jungkook finds he's far too attracted to you.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this is pure smut)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

➳Part one here! ➳Part two here!

➳Part three here!

Chasing Cars

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

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Coffee Stain

☆summary: you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.

☆rating: 18+ (it deals with heavy themes)

☆genre: grief!au, angst

☆warnings: this is a grief!au so it's rough. jungkook died and reader tries to grieve him. lucid dream where she sees him and talks to him again, curses, a lot of crying

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Jeon Jungkook:

☆What’s wrong?

☆The Bane of Your Existence

☆The Coincidence of Fate

☆Let Me Kiss Your Mom

☆Happy Birthday

Min Yoongi:

☆The Worst Coworker You’ve Ever Had

Jeong Hoseok:

☆Two Hundred and Nineteen Days

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☆Can I Ask you a Question?

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Stray Kids

Hwang Hyunjin

Always Been You

☆summary:  when two estranged best friends meet again at their friends' wedding, an old spark reignites. You swear to yourself that you won't fall for Hyunjin again, until alcohol blurs the line between you two. Is it your fault if you find yourself drowning in the familiarity that is him?

☆genre: best friends to strangers to lovers, idol!au; fluff, some slight angst

☆warnings: mention of cheating, Hyunjin be a ghost, alcohol consumption

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Ateez

Choi San

Love is a Laserquest

☆summary: years after your break-up, Choi San comes to you for help. In an attempt to save his life, you escape to your uncle's cabin in the woods far from civilization. Will nostalgia and longing make you fall again, or is Choi San just spinning more lies to you?

☆genre: gangster au, exes au, angst, smut, a smidge of the one bed trope

☆warnings: guns/gun violence (mentioned), knifes/stabbing (mentioned), a bounty over San's head, death of a minor character (named Jungkook my bad), blood, injuries, stitches, probably some wrong medical terminology bc optometrists don't stitch up people lmao, a panic attack, cursing, pet names, explicit content: oral sex (female receiving), face riding

➳ Complete fic

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HIHIHIHIHI i need perv han pls pls pls i love u sm biggest fan here ☹️ 🙏

wanted ✧.* | h.js

| Perv!Jisung x Fem Reader | Best friends 2 lovers | wc: 3907

A/N: Ok so my ass got carried away to say the least and its not even good bc i literally wrote it at midnight, and i got so lazy for the entire second half. but anyway luv i hope you enjoy, this is my first fic on this blog im so scared AHHHGHGHSDFG also this isnt proofread im tired ily

[warnings: Smut, explicit sexual content ,MDNI, piv, fluff, Degrading, semi public sex, virginity loss, unprotected sex (dont do it babes <3), fantasies, masturbation (m), bad writing bc im tired fingering, dom/sub dynamic, corruption kink ?]

“pass the popcorn Ji!”

Your second request for the snack was met once again with silence from the boy beside you. To force a reaction out of him, you reached for the closest thing to you,(the tv remote) and chucked it at his head. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make him fucking answer you.

“YAH! Y/N!” He dramatically whined, rubbing his head, finally turning to you with a half pissed/half confused look.

“popcorn.” you motioned to the bowl in his lap and his face lit up with embarrassment and realization as he handed it to you. You accepted it happily and settled back into your spot on your bed, returning your attention to the movie playing only a few meters away on the tv mounted to your wall.

Han, however, did not return his focus to the movie. Not like his focus had ever been on the movie in the first place. It had been like this for the past few weeks. On these nights, he’d usually be intently watching with you, waiting anxiously for the opportunity to crack a relevant joke to whatever scene was playing, in hopes to make you smile or laugh. But now instead, he sits, trying to ignore the grumbling feeling of nerves and guilt mixing together in his stomach.

Being in this room. Your room, had a much different affect on him than it did mere weeks ago. Your scent. the excessive amount of plushies scattered across your bed. The posters on your wall of all your favorite groups and shows. Your clothes in a pile in the corner. He seemed to notice and dwell on these things much more now, because all those things were you. And you were all he could think about.

When this started, he wasn’t sure.

He had always loved you, but in the way he should love his best friend. He wasn’t sure when his gaze on you started to persist slightly longer than it should or when you started to invaded his thoughts at night and he especially wasn’t sure when he started to notice how visible your nipples were through your favorite white t shirt.

All these changes slowly snowballed to him, now, sitting stoic and silent on your bed beside you.

Your head turned to him, your lips turning to a frown as you sat the popcorn on the side table. “ji..” you began, and surprisingly he responded with a low hum. “do you not like hanging out with me anymore?”.

His eyes widened and he spun to you on his knees, waving his hands like an insane person. “no! no! never!” He almost yelled. Your frown stayed and you turned your head to look at the wall. “you haven’t seemed interested or...present.. whenever you’ve come over for movie night.”

He knew he fucked up and had to fix it. He hated making you sad.

“there’s just been a lot on my mind recently…” he slumped back down with a sigh, feeling like an idiot. “you know i love spending time with you! i spend my whole week looking forward to it!” he confessed, taking your hands in his, prompting you to turn back to him, a small smile adorning your face, making his posture perk back up. “you know what! Hyunjin’s having a party tomorrow. I wasn’t originally gonna go, but i think it’ll be fun!”.

You perked up fully now. You and Han used to go to Hyunjin’s parties together all the time until he suddenly stopped going and as a result, so did you. “really?” your eyes lighting up with happiness. Han looked into them, feeling his entire body warm up as the nerves and guilt in his stomach were replaced by butterflies.

He nodded and you sprung up to wrap your arms around his neck tightly, hugging him with a relieved and happy sigh. His arms snaked around your waist and it was then he realized. You weren’t wearing a bra. Heat rushed up through his chest, feeling the firmness of your breasts push against his chest, not far from his face. He cursed himself for thinking of you like that right now since that’s how this entire problem started. He couldn’t think about it much more before you pulled away, leaning back with a yawn.

“..but for now you need to get some rest, bug” he told you with a comforting smile, helping you into bed. Once you were comfortable and snug under your blankets, he went to stand up but was interrupted by a whisper from behind him.

“i love you Ji.”

Sleep hit you the moment after saying it. He turned to see your eyes closed and your lips parted. Soft. So soft. His eyes were stuck at your lips wondering what it would be like to kiss them, to use them...

You mouth was so small, he was sure you’d have the cutest expression trying to fit him. He was also sure you’d make the cutest noises as he touches you..

He shook his head, trying to make the thoughts go away. Trying to just see you as his best friend sleeping. Nothing else.

He realized how tight his pants had become and the grey spot appearing at the front. “fuck..” he whispered under his breath, thanking god you weren’t conscious to see him. His feet carried him quietly to the corner of your room where he leaned down to collect his stuff. Soft cotton brushed his knuckle as he picked up his jacket. His eyes fell to the pile of clothes he had zoned-out on earlier. Where his knuckle was, laid a pair of pink striped panties ready to be washed. A breath got stuck in his throat and before he could internally fight himself, he collected them along with his jacket and exited your room and apartment in a hurry.

Grunts and groans left Han’s lips as his hips thrusted up desperately into the soft cloth. He pretended it was you, pretended you were wearing the clothing item wrapped around his cock and that he pushed it hastily to the side to fuck you.

“fuck.. bug.” His nickname for you came out so breathily as he felt his chest tighten, so close.

He imagined you saying his name, as he was yours. He imagined how your face would contort with pleasure. He imagined being the only man to pleasure you.

His fantasy came to a sudden halt when he let out one last grunt and closed his eyes as he painted your most intimate item white.

He was left breathless, melting into his pillows as his chest rose and fell trying desperately to refill his empty lungs.

He removed the cloth from his cock to stare at it in his hand. He stared at where your juices mixed with his and he felt a depraved smile creep onto his face as he tucked the item behind his pillow, not planning on returning it anytime soon.

You arrived late to the party, being held up by an old friend you’d ran into on the way, exchanging the expected polite catch-up dialogue.

Not long after knocking on the door, Hyunjin swung it open to greet you, beer in hand and grin on face. “Hey.. Y/n!” his obviously tipsy gaze fell down below your eyes. “you look hot” he blurted out and you snorted, pushing him out of the way so you could step out of the freezing hall.

“haven’t seen you in a while!” he yelled beside trying to compete with the increasing volume of the music  you as you walked through the entrance together.

“been busy!” you yelled back but slightly quieter than him since you were still sober and capable of somewhat hearing. He stopped at the kitchen and nodded to you “Han’s on the balcony” he told you at the volume of a normal human now and you nodded to him, giving him a quick thanks before  leaving for the living room. You forgot how big Hyunjin’s apartment was, there had to be at least 50 people in this one room, all smushed together. You slipped through the crowd until you reached a table near the wall, decorated with different types of booze. You downed a few shots with a foul face then grabbed a beer.

Sliding the balcony door open, you saw only a few people. A couple making out beside you, leaning against the glass that looked inside. A drunk girl in a chair who you think was passed out. And Han, standing with his back to you, resting his arms on the railing to look out into the night.

“quieter out here, isn’t it?” you smirked, sliding beside him to lean ur back against the railing. Elated by your sudden appearance, he turned to you quickly, ruffling your hair with a smile “hey bug! I was wondering when you’d get here”

After explaining your hold up and taking a large swig of your beer, you tilted your head to him, already somewhat lightheaded. He finally looked down at your body, seeing your thighs on display and breasts practically spilling out of your dress. His words got caught in his throat as you looked up at him through your lashes. He cleared his throat and reached for the cup of bourbon he had forgotten and downed it quickly, deciding he’d need alcohol to distract him from how bad he wanted to fuck you.

An hour later, you both sat on the ground of the balcony, giggling messes leaning onto each other for support. You weren’t drunk, you were at the point of tipsy where you’re still aware and conscious but everything. is so. fucking. funny.

“i can’t believe it was you that gave suengmin that black eye!” you yelped out between laughs, clutching your stomach, trying to remember how to breathe. “i was practicing my nun chuck skills” he admitted casually, before you both lost it, laughing more.  

“what’s the best sex you’ve had?” you suddenly asked, after you’d both calmed down slightly. Neither of you expected but it slipped out. Did tipsy you think about Han having sex? or did you just feel it was a standard party question?

“um-uh..” stutters were the only thing that left his mouth since the inside of his brain was currently filled with only tv static. It was normal to talk about sex with your best friend, but it was different for him considering he’d shot a load into your underwear 24 hours ago. You leaned back on your arms and waited, smiling. He straightened up and thought up some bullshit answer. “my first time i guess… in highschool. i can’t remember much about the girl though“ he technically wasn’t lying, he had lost his virginity in high school to some girl who’s name he couldn’t begin to try to remember. ”how about you?… how was your first time?“

You frowned and sat up, rubbing your arm awkwardly, “well uhhh..”

Han’s eyes widened in shock. You were a virgin. Sure, he’d never seen you go home with a guy or listened to you talk about fucking any, but you’d dated guys in the past and he just… assumed things.

You sensed his realization and nodded “yup.. no ones laid me”. A shameful giggle left your throat and before the air could settle from your confession or anyone could even think, Han chimed in with a brilliant idea. “i could help!”

You looked at him solemnly for a moment before bursting out into laughter even louder than the one after his nun chuck story. “wh-what? are you volunteering to fuck me?” you asked, looking at him actually curiously now and he felt something inside him snap. He thought about it. What he’d been dreaming about and jerking off to. Could it really come true?

“i mean sure. i’d rather you do it with me where i know you’d be treated right, than with some random douche” He meant what he said, not just lying yo get in your pants.

Somehow under some miracle, you saw the logic too. “ok...yeah” you timidly agreed before standing up. If life was a cartoon, his jaw would have fell to the ground and his eyes would be comically wide. He couldn’t believe his ears. You’d agreed to let him fuck you. Not just fuck you. But take your virginity. Midway through malfunctioning while trying to process reality, you grabbed his hand and pulled him up and into the apartment through the crowd. He let you pull him along, knowing he’d be happy with wherever the end destination was.

You let go of his hand and opened a door, walking in. He followed, realizing it was the bathroom. It was of course massive just like the rest of Hyunjin’s home, with a double basin on marble counters to your left with a width-long mirror above it. You moved to rest against against the sink’s counter looking down awkwardly.

Han closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. A painful silence rested in the bathroom, a stark contrast to the blaring music just outside the walls. He walked over to your nervous figure, standing directly in front of you, leaving little space. His finger came up to lift your chin, forcing you to look at him. “are you sure you want to?” he asked, somehow letting the question come out in a low and unwavering voice even though his chest was swimming with fear. Your face mirrored his blank expression, but with an unidentifiable twinkle in your eye.

You nodded slowly, feeling a slight warmth in your thighs. He nodded back and leaned in quickly to connect his lips to yours. Your lips were as soft as he imagined them and it made his heart flutter and his dick harden. He pushed his tongue into your mouth with little protest from you, as you leaned back, placing your palms on the counter to hold yourself up. You felt the heat between your thighs grow as you let out a slight whimper into his mouth as his tongue continued to massage your own. He pulled away slowly after a moment, and you looked up at him through lidded eyes, panting slightly. He leaned back down and connected his lips to the left of your neck, using his right hand to turn your head to the side so he could complete his task better. His lips sucked onto the skin of your neck, leaving you whimpering slightly at the unfamiliar sweet feeling. you felt his teeth join, grazing he spot he was sucking, biting down softly causing you to let out a yelp, and grab onto his shoulder. “Ji..” you whined out. The heat had spread up higher, feeling it in your pussy now, you felt so empty even without knowing the feeling of being full. “please..inside me” you begged and it was music to his ears as he sucked one last time and pulled away, smirking down at the deep purple mark he had left. he moved back to look into your eyes now. You were blushing hard, feeling so embarrassed that he was seeing you this way, but even more embarrassed that you never wanted to stop.

He leaned down for one more kiss before directing his attention to your bottom half. “Up, baby” he instructed and you silently lifted yourself up to sit on the counter, dwelling internally on the new nickname,

You rubbed your legs together, trying to: a) hide your most private place  b) get some friction to relieve the ache inside you.  Han smirked and shook his head, placing a large hand on each of your thighs, slowly using them to spread your legs for him. You bit your lip in embarrassment but let him. one of his hand moved to caress your thigh slowly, inching closer and closer to where you silently begged for him. He hesitated before finally moving his hand to use two fingers to swipe a line up your slit over your underwear, causing you to let out a small gasp when he lightly grazed your clit. “So wet for me” he whispered into your ear and you couldn’t believe his voice could sound like this. The same voice that said the stupidest things and told the dumbest jokes, was making you silently beg for his fingers. He hooked his fingers under the waistband and yanked them down, lifting you up to help get them off. He discarded them into his pocket then turned his attention back to you looking down, feeling breathless at the sight of your most precious area, and the fact he was the only man to ever see it.

You tried to push your legs back together, feeling insecure under his gaze, but he didn’t allow it. Placing one hand on your thigh to hold it in place then moving the other hand to your clit, pinching it slightly, making you yelp. “think you can take my fingers baby?” he asked, collecting your wetness and using it to rub circles on your clit. You looked up at him and nodded quickly, making him chuckle. “Okay” he announced before moving the finger on your clit to circle your hole before sinking it in. “j-ji!” you moaned out, reaching for his shoulders, digging your nails into them. He curved the finger slightly and begin moving it in and out before adding another. Your eyes flew shut as he picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers faster. You’d never felt anything like this and it only made you wonder how his cock would feel. He added one more finger and you started to feel a stretch, moaning out louder, as he fucked them into you so hard, you couldn’t even hear the music outside anymore. “you’re taking them so well” he assured you with a grunt and you nodded, unable to properly respond. You came back to earth when he suddenly removed his fingers from you and brought them to his lips to suck on them. “you’re so sweet” he told you and you looked at him. Mesmerized. Panting.

He made quick work of pulling his shirt off and you watched in awe, not knowing how beautiful his body was. Did he go to the gym? you wondered.

he moved toward you and looked at your already fucked-out expression, donning a cocky expression before unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and boxers. He was pretty big and he was already painfully hard.  Slowly, you reached down to touch him but he pushed your hand away. “tonight’s about you.” he told you before scooping you up to place you back on your feet on the floor. “now if you do want to help me, be a good girl and lean over the sink. Without a second thought you turned around and bent over, doing as he said, sticking your ass in the air, causing your dress to fall from your legs to pool around your stomach. Han couldn’t believe his eyes. You bent over, waiting for him. He felt butterflies arise again, even after all he’d done to you so far. he walked behind you and ran a hand over your ass slowly, admiring your body. ”please..“ he heard you beg with a broken cry and he nodded.

He aligned himself, rubbing his tip up and down your slit making you whine. “don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” he promised, looking up at his reflection above you and smiling, feeling joy at every sign this wasn’t a dream. He focused his attention back to you, pushing into you slightly as you helped out reaching back to try and grab on to him. He collected both your arms with one hand and held them behind your back, pushing the rest of himself in. “i-it stings” your voice came out almost only as a breath and he ran a soothing hand up your thigh, “it’s ok baby” his assurance helped you relax and after a moment of laying there, panting, you nodded slowly. “can you do it now ji... fuck me.. please..”

No words had ever sounded more beautiful to han and without much warning he pulled himself out of you only to dive back in quickly, causing moans to escape your lips in lines, one after the other. Once he was rested inside you fully, he repeated the action of pulling out to the tip and then plunging in. keeping this slow, deep and torturous pace for a few minutes until you couldn’t handle it anymore. “faster!” you cried out, not caring about anything else anymore. Han chuckled before granting your wish, increasing the speed of his thrusts greatly. “oh god!” you nearly screamed out, “yes...like that Ji”, Han could listen to you forever. Both the sound of your moans getting louder and your pussy taking him so well, he knew you were making the most beautiful noises he’d ever hear.

“you’re being such a slut for a virgin” he groaned out, causing your pussy to clench around him even harder, thrusting into you especially hard after speaking. “god… so desperate for my cock you let me fuck you here in the bathroom… couldn’t even wait to get home to lose your virginity” he scoffed, reached forward to tangle his hand in your hair. You tried to break your arms away from his grip behind his back, so desperately wanting to touch him but he tugged on them harder, using them to pull you up so you were standing. He slid out of you and turned you around. You were unrecognizable. And he loved it. your pupils were blown, eyes barely open and your lips and cheeks bruised red. You pouted up at him, feeling empty once again, but too tired to protest verbally.

After admiring your state he reached for one of your legs, lifting it against his chest before entering you again, returning quickly to his quick pace, hitting deeper spots inside you. The sting inside you had long passed and you only felt euphoria now, squeezing your eyes shut. Something was happening inside you, something unfamiliar and strong. so strong. “i-i” you tried to think of the words to say between your pants and moans but Han nodded, “i know baby, it’s ok let go” And you did, clenching down on him so hard he could barely move. In an attempt to reach his end too, his hand found your breasts through your dress and he massaged them, watching you let go around him, moaning out so loud, and hanging onto his neck for support. With that, he let go too, painting your walls like he had your underwear, the night before.

You held onto each other, trying desperately to catch your breaths.

“i’ve wanted to do that for so long”

You came back to reality and looked up at him with wide eyes, confusion and shock on your face. “r-really?”  The question was so nervous and shaky but he met it with a warm smile. “of course. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, how could i not” All the energy you had left, was mustered up and used in you playfully hitting his arm with a laugh.

“im serious though. i love you. i’ve thought about you like this for a while..i felt horrible about it..but now..” your hand ran up his cheek, looking into his eyes softly and lovingly. “I love you too Ji.”

Tysm for reading i hope you liked <3

[retrobahng]

O. TEASER. into the verse (series.)

summary: sometimes there are some kind of weird coincidences. you were supposed to wake up the next morning and finally have the oddinary album in your hands after all the hard work in that shitty job you were to get the money, oh hell you did really hated that asshole boss of yours. they're some kind of weird coincidences that the first thing when you opened your eyes you found the pretty face of a boy, who kept calling you noona? asking you about a part of some choreography? not even noticing how he was speaking korean and you understood him? haha, what a weird dream.

"JAE-HYUNG, NOONA IS IGNORING ME"

"YAH! (Y/N) WAKE UP, CHAN HAS BEEN CALLING ME BECAUSE YOU DON'T PICK HIS CALLS"

wait, what?

pairings: stray kids x fem!reader. idol!au.

tw: none

word count; 3.2k

'Cool but what about my Oddinary album?' You thought while the pretty boy who called you noona a few moments ago was frowning at you, waiting for answer for his question that you don't even remember again. From what you had more or less heard you realized that he had a really nice voice, that type of voice that you would like them to whisper nice things in your ear.

With that finally thought, you came back to reality and you close your eyes lazily, thinking it was your brain playing with your sleepy self, knowing perfectly if you weren't so tired you would have reacted differently with such a beautiful guy in front of you, you never know when there will be another opportunity for a dream like this. But, nope not today, you were strangely really exhausted. As if a train had appeared and crushed you over and over again

Extending your arm from the softness provided by the soft blanket, you put your hand on the boy's face, pushing him away from you. "Leave me alone, Aki'" you unconsciously said without realizing how you just said a random name out of your lips and in Korean?. 'I hope when I wake up I already have the goddamn album in my hands, hours of work aren't going waste. I really need that Hyunjin photocard' With a smile you go back to sleep unware how the boy you called Aki, was looking at you with a deadpanned stare.

"JAE-HYUNG, NOONA IS IGNORING ME" he suddenly shouts, running back to the door he went in to try to wake up his noona, because apparently he had a serious problem with one part of the choreography (Y/N) had prepared for one of the b-side of their new album which the will release very soon. But as always (Y/N) was being lazy using the excuse that she has her period. Do women have it every day? "I will never understand girls" he said muttering to himself and rolling his eyes, thinking that when he has the chance he will call his mother and he would ask her about that.

Akihiko with quick pace, he went down the stairs that connect to the second floor, where all the rooms were except of the leader's that chose the room on the first floor, who said exactly the day they moved into that house 'No way am I going to live next to hungry gorillas that all they do is scream' getting a 'Hey!' from (Y/N).

With a determined step, he went to the kitchen following the rich smell of rameyon that comes from. Meeting the tall figure of their leader, who was busy in front of the stove, humming a soft rhythm as he moved through the spacious kitchen.

"Hyung, (Y/N) noona is ignoring me~" With a whine, Akihiko drops himself into one of the few chairs that were there. A yawn coming from him after that. "Gosh, again rameyon? You don't know how to do any other thing apart of that? Where is Taewoo hyung?"

The tall boy without looking back at Aki and turning deaf ears to the questions of the Japanese boy. He hum in content of how the breakfast was turning out.

"YAH! (Y/N) WAKE UP, CHAN HAS BEEN CALLING ME BECAUSE YOU DON'T PICK HIS CALLS" Jaesang yelled remembering how the leader of Stray Kids was bothering him with his calls asking your about your whereabouts.

He can't really blame dispatch for bringing out those rumors of you and bang chan dating. If he didn't know you guys at all, Jae would think that y'all were dating. It felt like yesterday, how that scandal of the two of you came out and even with photos included! You will see in every social media "Chan of Stray Kids and (Y/N) of Echo allegedly dating" or "Chan of Stray Kids and (Y/N) of Echo caught leaving a restaurant together +photos" rumor after rumor, dozens of meetings with JYP, the disapproving looks from their managers and in the end, the statement came out denying all the rumors that Chan and you were not dating, calming the waters of both fandoms. Even BTS' jimin was bothering him with dozens of questions on his IG dm to find out more about the rumors.

You in the other hand, you opened your eyes in terror after hearing the loud voice. Analyzing the words you just heard.

Wait, what?

echo > next

[angelwonie]

— how skz express their love for you ... !

pairing: all members x reader

word count: 1.1k

warning(s): suggestive content, mentions of being drunk, minho being cocky but make it hot

#BANG CHAN! – brings you to the studio. despite being busy all the time, chan always makes time for you, even on those days that he spends all night in the recording studio. it’s just so comforting to have you there with him as he scribbles down ideas for new songs. sometimes you don’t even have to speak, just a solace of silence surrounding the room and your hand in his as you watch his brows furrow in concentration. it’s so mesmerizing to watch him work, and when he’s done, you sit in his lap, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“i’m so lucky to have you, chan.” “yeah? well, i think i’m even luckier.”

rest of members under the cut !

#LEE KNOW! – shows you off. minho adores how flustered you get whenever he brags about you to his friends. definitely keeps an arm around you at all times, partly to show everyone you’re his, and partly because he finds it comforting to have you close to him. moreover, he lends you his clothes, and probably makes out with you twice as much when you’re wearing them because you look so pretty like this. like he’ll just randomly pull you into his lap (doesn’t matter who’s there) and run his hand over your features with a small smile on his face. most certainly enjoys how shy you get because his friends are like, right there.

“minho, there are people–” “i’m sorry, kitten, you’re just so beautiful, i couldn’t help myself.”

#SEO CHANGBIN! – takes you out. and when i say takes you out, i mean he takes you on the best dates. it can either just be a walk in the park where you talk about your day to each other, or a reservation at a fancy restaurant where the two of you try all kinds of foods together. it’s become a problem how often he decides to take you out on a date, actually, because you’re running out of places to go to. not that it matters, though, because you’re almost 100 percent sure you’d have fun in a trashcan if changbin was there with you. most of these dates end in flopping down on the grass, holding hands and just staring at the sky, joking around.

“that cloud looks a bit like you, changbin, don’t you think?” “i think you’re a little too drunk, babe.”

#HWANG HYUNJIN! – draws you. you’re just so perfect to him, it’d be a shame not to perpetuate your beauty by putting it on paper. he’d never admit it, but he definitely has a drawing of you that he brings with him whenever he’s away from you. sometimes, he’ll draw you if you fall asleep on his shoulder, smiling down on you as he thinks of how lucky he is to have you. or sometimes he’ll ask you to sit still or pose as he draws you, and roll his eyes playfully whenever you whine that your back hurts. it often ends with you having to sit in that position for longer than necessary, just because he loves admiring your features.

“hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?” “because i’m in love with you.”

#HAN JISUNG! – cheers you up. he’s so naturally funny that it’s impossible not to laugh at his stupid jokes, even when you’re feeling like shit. you’ll be crying about your exams, and all it takes for you to cheer up is jisung making a funny face and burying his face in your hair. in those moments, you realize just how lucky you are to have him, because he makes it impossible for you to ever feel insecure. it’s like, if you even say one (1) bad word about yourself, he will quite literally tickle you until you apologize for thinking badly about yourself. the two of you will spend the rest of day in bed, him just pointing out everything he loves about you.

“you’re the most gorgeous, kind and talented human being i’ve ever met.”

#LEE FELIX! – cooks for you. it’s honestly so adorable, because the moment you say you crave brownies, he’s already on the way to the kitchen, determined to fulfill your wish. you can’t help but smile when you see how cute he looks when he’s focused on pouring just the right amount of sugar in the bowl. sometimes you even join him, hugging him from behind and distracting him by pressing kisses to his neck. and he really tries to ignore you and make the food, but he’s just so whipped for you that not even four kisses are enough to convince him to turn around and pull you into an embrace.

“stop, felix, i’m gonna get flour in my hair” “good thing i’ll love you no matter what, then.”

#KIM SEUNGMIN! – takes care of you when you feel bad. you could just send him a text message saying: i think i’ll stay in tonight, don’t feel so good :(, and he’ll immediately drop every plan he’d made just to go over to your place and check up on you. despite all of your protests, the moment he sees you lying miserably in your bed, he decides to clean your whole dorm for you, do all of your chores and make coffee. and if you’re sad, he’ll give you a massage and cuddle you while the you binge some stupid rom com that he absolutely hates just to see your smile. and it’s worth it to him.

“seungmin, you didn’t have to do this.” “i know. but i wanted to.”

#YANG JEONGIN! – brings you with him everywhere he goes. he just loves having you close to him, no matter what you guys are doing. it doesn’t matter if his friends invite him for a night out, he’s bringing you along and keeping his hand on your thigh the entire evening. it’s the same at school, after class he’ll bring you food and the two of you spend the whole break together; eating, holding hands and laughing about stupid things until he has to leave for class. if his classes finish before yours, you best believe he’s sitting outside your classroom, waiting to be with you again.

“finally, i’ve been waiting here for an hour.” “an hour? but jeongin, you could’ve just–” “i know. but i missed you. so let’s make out.”

back to skz masterlist.

[missskzbiased]

The Seven Deadly Sins - Intro

Summary: Hell wasn’t like you pictured… Instead of flames, screams, and endless torture you had to go through a trial held by seven faceless figures. A trial that was bound to decide your eternity. An eternity that could either be suffering or fully enjoying yourself to the end of the days.

“I’m a filthy whore” You confess promptly.

The trial begins… And you better hope you’re a hell of a sinner.

Chan||  Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Seungmin || Jeongin

Masterlist

Main Masterlist

WC: ~2,2 K

Genre: Mature

AUs: -

Pairing: SKZ x Fem! Reader     [No Smut for Felix!]

Warnings: Choking, Enchanting the MC to enhance her lust (which brings her to do a lot of sexual things, although there is no sex in this chapter), language, exhibitionism.

Each chapter will have its own warnings and there will be a chapter for each member.

It’s important to say that in all of the following chapters, the kinks and anything MC/Member do will be CONSENSUAL. All of those will be MC’s MEMORIES and not The Sins forcing her to do something (unlike in this chapter).

Welcome to Hell…

The tantalizing whisper draws opposite reactions from your mind and body. It yanks you away from your stupor and has your head spinning in an endless vortex before everything you feel, everything you are, morphs into emptiness. It leaves nothing around but shadows and a mysterious haze blurring the edges of whatever it is that surrounds you, taking away the perception of endings and beginnings. It scares you. How could you not be scared of the unknown? Or the loneliness? Or the darkness? It sends a shiver down your spine. Yet, when it comes back, it goes straight to your cunt. Instead of trembling legs, you get pressing thighs. 

It's inappropriate.

You know it is, you really do. But you can't help it. There is something about that voice fading in the dark... Something about the fact there is no one to claim it... Something about the way it speaks to you in such a sultry tone... Something in it that makes you realize that it's freezing in there... Something in it that sets you on fire... There is just something. You don't know how to name it, how to explain it. You just feel it. It's a feeling that fills you from the inside, even though you're empty. It gives you meaning. It clouds your head and leaves you aching for it, craving for it.

But not for long.

It bursts behind you before you know it, becoming an overwhelming presence that envelops you and darkens your senses. For a second, you consider giving away everything you are, everything you were, and everything you could ever be. It would be such a small price to pay to get everything you have ever wanted, wouldn't it? The way its warm breath sweeps a strand of hair behind your ear speaks for itself... There is nothing you've been more sure about. This thing wanted to have you so, so much... Would it be that wrong to want it to have you too? You swallowed dryly, leaning your neck almost imperceptibly as you felt the air around you getting thicker, heavier... Dampier.

But you were the one who got wet.

Its breath hitches, and you can feel the warmth creeping into your skin little by little as hands hover over your arms without ever touching you. Suddenly, the presence behind you doesn't belong to something but to someone. Their thumb graze ever so softly on your jaw, setting your skin on fire and guiding you to give them more access. The expectation is too much. You blink once, then twice; lips quivering to welcome something you have never felt before. They take their time to bury their nose in the crook of your neck and inhale your scent, humming in approval. Your head wobbles back and forth. Then, left and right. And then, it spins: round and round and round... 

Vertigo has your thoughts and feelings all mixed up.

"Smells good..." It's the kind of deep, husky voice that could only belong to a male. He savors the moment for a bit before exhaling; breath shaking with undeniable desire. Your mind is too hazed to fully comprehend what it does to you but your body reacts for itself. He takes you in again. This time, he's eager; aggressive even. So lascivious that your legs tremble and you throb, "Smells really, really good" The chuckle that falls from his lips carry nothing but lust in it, "Must be an enjoyable trial" His breath wavers once again before he cages you in his arms, kissing your shoulder.

When it finally happens, there isn't anything aphrodisiac about his caresses anymore. No. There is just raw, insufferable pain.

You fall back to your senses with no parachute to make the landing softer. The haze in your mind dissipates, just like this. Blown away by your torment. Blown away by the hot steam that comes out of his mouth. Blown away by the hissing sound that fills the air with every inch of your skin that comes in contact with his.

It's red-hot iron.

Howling doesn't even begin to describe the sound clawing its way out of your throat. For him, it didn't matter. Wailing, bawling, roaring, crying... Whatever it was, it entertained him. His lips mold to a smile; pressing against your blade when his mouth slithers ever so smoothly to trail a path to your nape before it moves to a soft spot near your ear. The sound intensifies before your voice cracks, and the tears roll down your face. The pain is so excruciating that your throat swells, and you can't bring yourself to scream again. He hums in approval, bringing you closer to suck on your skin as if to taste your misery. However, it's when you jerk away from him to no avail that he truly enjoys himself.

"I love it when you mortals put up a fight" He confesses, arms snaking around you; constricting you. There is no way to release yourself from his hold and he seems to know that you know it. Even so, you trash around to try and free yourself. He grins, "Makes torturing you so much more fun" This time, his hand makes its way to your neck, wrapping around your throat. On top of such sensitive skin, his touch feels like hot lava digging its way down to your bones, "I'll take my time with you" He promises, tightening his grip on your neck to the point your airways are blocked, and you struggle for some air, "But right now, I need you to confess it, Mortal" His nails dig into your skin, drawing a guttural yowl from you.

"W-What?" Your voice sounds raspy, and speaking a single word feels like running a marathon, "Confess what?" You elaborate further, trying to ignore your burning lungs to find a way to get rid of this torture.

"Your sins" He whispers in your ear. His breath comes out as a dense fog that coils in the air and revolves around you, unable to get into your head. It seems to upset him, and he scoffs before he loosens his grip around your throat. It's just enough for you to desperately try to recompose yourself, swallowing the fog in a single motion as you take in a deep breath, "That's the only way to save yourself from an eternity of suffering now" His warning mixes with the hot steam filling your lungs and mind, smoldering your thoughts and will, "Come on... Surrender to your sins" He allures you, and once again you find no reason to fight him or any of his requests.

The distinct scent of sweaty bodies and fresh cum invades your senses, and there are no mistakes when you open your mouth to answer his pleas.

"I'm a filthy whore" You confess promptly.

Then, everything happens too fast.

At the same time that he lets go of your body, his elbow is buried in your back, forcing you to kneel in pain. You close your eyes shut, whimpering, and you don't need to worry about falling forward as he tugs on your hair to force you to face the void. Your hands shoot to your scalp, trying to relieve the pressure, and your eyes shoot open, darting around to grasp the situation you were trapped into. Everything seems fine for half a second but then, the ground quivers underneath your knees. The soft vibrations grow into an earthquake, and soon enough the rocks start to crack, crumble and fall into the abyss. The fog retreats, flowing like a waterfall until it reaches the edges. 

Then, there is only a void.

"What the Hell?!" You hiss when a crack rushes in your way, getting dangerously closer by the second. Life flashed before your eyes and a scream erupted from the bottom of your lungs. As soon as the last piece of ground crumbles, you pray for some mercy to whoever was up to listen to you. The Demon behind you scoffs but keeps his grip on your hair, forcing you to stay in place and saving you from an endless fall. You look down, scared for dear life, just to see the fog coiling and raising, gathering and solidifying, surrounding you, "Holy Sh-!" The words get caught in your throat when seven black figures standing in almighty glory are formed right in front of your eyes.

      “Use of inappropriate words in the presence of the jury…” The voice reprimanded, apathethic tone judging you. There aren't any actual words per see, but you can hear it sound and clear. The sound comes from the center but you can't be sure from each one when all of them are faceless; just dense, blurry shadows that don't begin or end. Just like the rest of this place, "We're not sorry to inform you that this is not a good start for a trial" The voice is followed by a soft noise, a quick scribble, that doesn't come from any particular way.

You assume that the notes vouch for your punishment.

"It has come to my knowledge that you are..." The sentence hung in the air as the figures seemed to study a scroll in front of them, completely ignoring your worries, “… A filthy whore” A few of them hummed unimpressed; void faces directed at you “Well then…" The scribbles stop suddenly, and there is a flourish in the air that seems to be one of them gesticulating, "I summon the lustful to join the trial” And as soon as it says it, the pitch-black surroundings turn murky, a thin layer of something blurring the horizon.

You can feel thousands of eyes on you.

"You've done enough, Felix," The voice says, and the Demon immediately lets go of your hair, stepping back. You can still feel his presence behind you, but you can't focus on it as a tingling sensation spreads from your mind to your core, "It's time for her defense" They announce solemnly, not bothering to explain what you should do.

The temperature raises a notch.

It feels like each pair of eyes strips you down, and you feel exposed and vulnerable, tempted. The thought of being watched by whatever hid in the shadows made you wetter than you expected, and you chose to blame it on their powers. Sweat rolls down from your neck to your cleavage. Knowing that everyone follows it expectantly has your nipples perking, and the soft brush of your blouse has you aroused. A fleeting thought crosses your mind: What if all of them could have a taste of you? That single thought opens the way for a flow of wonders: Would their tongues trail a path to get rid of the saltiness on your skin? Would they take their time sucking on your nipples? Maybe, they would prefer to roll them between their fingers. Would their hands feel like it was too much to handle?

Each one of those thoughts set something aflame in you.

You licked your lips, closing your eyes and bending forward. The motion was just too familiar for you to forget, and you didn't bother to have your ass stuck up in the air. You feel no shame when you jiggle it, getting off on the fact that this seems to affect those filthy souls surrounding you. Intangible hands roam over your body, and your nails dig into the ground when you bite your arm before a moan scapes from your lips. Bucking your hips back, you hope Felix takes pity on your deplorable state and helps you prove that you were, indeed, a whore.

“Give in to The Lust” The voice lured you.

You mewl loudly enough to arouse yourself, and you don't even notice when your hand sneaks to caress your inner thigh. The soft skin feels like the perfect place to dig your nails again. The stingy pain has you whimpering. You scratch yourself to enhance the sensation and draw an unholy sound from the back of your throat. Your wrist grazes over the drenched fabric. Your fingers press against it, sinking between your folds. You moan again, ready to rub yourself to get that insufferable ache out of your cunt; to fill the emptiness. Your legs tremble just at the thought of it, and your chest goes up and down with the perspective of cumming in such an inappropriate way.

“Good girl” This time, Lust was perfectly recognizable.

You raise your eyes, delighted by the way your walls flutter as soon as he calls you. The memories smack you, just like he used to smack your ass when you didn't behave. When your eyes meet, your hand naturally goes to your throat, searching for the feeling of his hands on your skin. You groan, recalling the way he used to choke you. Your finger messily circles your clit, just to tease him to come and do it himself. He doesn't. And teasing just doesn't do it anymore. You keep rubbing, faster, harder; not disconnecting your gazes for one second.

"Please" You beg like you used to.

Lust eats you up with his eyes. Dark brown eyes. They belong to a face that you know a little too well. A face that is attached to a name you've called a little too much. A name that belongs to someone who stands right in front of you.

Lust was now none other than Bang Chan. 

[joodlepo]

Stray Kids Reactions / To Pegging (18+)

Summary / Pegging isn't something you do too often, but when it's done right, the experience can be intense. Stray Kids are ready take on their first ever pegging sensation, and they're certainly not disappointed!

Pairings / (Bottom) Every Member + (F) Reader

Word Count / 7.8k

Warnings / Pegging, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Light Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Humiliation, Rough Sex, Begging, Fisting, Fingering,

Bang Chan / Chan's mouth hung open the very moment you presented the strap-on to him. He couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at it, and then looked back up into your face with a mixture of shock and awe in his expression.

You smiled down sweetly at him, before gently dropping it in his hands, letting them wrap around it's base tightly, and watching as the dildo slipped between both palms. His fingers slowly ran along it's length, as they touched the soft leather material that covered every inch from tip to base. It was so lifelike, and felt amazing when pressed up against his own skin just by holding it.

The head alone had such realistic detail, almost like a real penis would have if one was attached. And even though there wasn't any actual male genitalia inside the fake shaft, Chan could still feel how thick and heavy it seemed in his hand. His heart began racing faster than ever now; it seems that feeling this toy for himself made everything seem all too real.

"I can see why girls love these," Chan mumbled softly, staring intently at the cock within his grasp. "This has a very nice size to it..."

You giggled slightly, and shook your head lightly as you watched him play with the sex toy in wonderment. "Right~? And I bought this just for you, Channie!"

He nodded firmly as he continued playing with it, squeezing and stroking it in his hands. The way his cheeks flushed bright red whenever he touched a rather embarrassing spot only fueled your curiosity more about what kind of reaction he'd make once he actually took it inside his body...

The thought sent shivers right through you, but also excited you quite a bit. Your pussy tingling in anticipation, as well as the rest of your entire body, especially since he hadn't even taken off his clothes yet either. You knew he wouldn't be wearing anything underneath those shorts, which meant that soon enough, he'd get to experience the full sensation of being penetrated.

It didn't take long until Chan finally let go of the strap-on after several more minutes, before standing up straight, and placing the dildo down on top of the bed right beside you. Without warning or hesitation, he reached over to grab hold of your hips and pulled you close towards him. Your lips met each other immediately, kissing passionately as your tongues played together eagerly.

Both of you moaning gently, enjoying the taste of one another's breath and saliva as they mingled together in a hot, steamy kiss.

As your hands begin to explore his muscular chest and stomach, Chan placed his hands upon yours, guiding them upwards until they rested on his shoulders. Slowly pulling you closer towards him, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly, as he carried you backwards until you laid flat against the mattress. With your back resting comfortably on the plush pillows, you gazed up into his lustful gaze, seeing nothing but desire in his beautiful hazel eyes.

Both of your bodies intertwined perfectly, leaving no space between the two of you at all. Neither of you wanted to break apart from the passionate embrace for even an instant, wanting to prolong the blissfully intimate moment for as long as possible.

But eventually, Chan broke the silence between the two of you, speaking up with a husky voice. "Mm... So, are we going to do this?"

"Only if you're ready to handle it," You purred teasingly, glancing back at the strap-on lying next to you. "And trust me, it'll feel pretty werid..."

Chan's brow furrowed as he glanced at the large phallus laying on the sheets behind him, taking a deep breath. After exhaling slowly, he turned his attention back towards you, smirking cheekily as he spoke again. "Alright then~! Let's give this thing a whirl, hmm?"

You watch him quickly undress, stripping off his shirt first before tossing it aside onto the floor. Next came his pants, followed by his boxers, revealing his rock hard erection as it sprung free from his underwear. A slight gasp escaped your parted lips as you saw his dick jutting proudly from beneath his lower abdomen.

With that said, you reach forward and picked up the toy in your hands, readying the harness around yourself as best as you could manage. Once you got it situated properly, you gave Chan a quick glance before letting him straddle your thighs. He was heavy and bulky sitting atop your lap, causing you to grunt slightly under the weight of his body. But nonetheless, you try to power through and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, pressing your breasts against his hard abs as he leaned forwards slightly.

"Ready?" You asked, watching him nod confidently. "Then, here goes nothing..."

You gently slid the tip of the dildo inside Chan's tight virgin hole, eliciting a sharp gasp from him as you did. His muscles clenched tightly around the artificial shaft, trying to push it deeper inside him, but he quickly relaxed his tense sphincters as he adjusted to having something foreign thrusting inside of him for the first time. The cold lubricant coating the toy helped ease the process somewhat, allowing the fake cock to slide inside easier.

When it was completely inserted, you stopped moving for a second, giving him some much needed time to adjust to the new feeling. Chan remained silent as he stared intently down at the dildo sliding in and out of his ass, panting heavily. You couldn't blame him for hesitating, given that he'd never done this sort of thing before, but thankfully it seemed like his nervousness had subsided for the most part now.

After waiting for several moments, you began to move the dildo in small circles, testing how comfortable he felt with the act. As expected, he tensed up when the faux penis pressed against his prostate, making him groan softly as you kept doing it. It wasn't long until you were able to notice the telltale signs of arousal starting to surface beneath his sweat covered skin, indicating that he was getting aroused by the sensations.

"So, does it hurt?" You asked, leaning forwards slightly so you can whisper directly into his ear.

"No, not really..." He whispered back quietly.

That made sense. A lot of guys tended to have trouble adjusting their bodies to accommodate such large objects. Thankfully though, Chan wasn't too bad about it. If anything, you were surprised that he managed to relax himself so easily despite his initial discomfort. That said, you weren't sure whether you should keep pushing him further, or stop right there.

Deciding to continue on for now, you sped things along a bit more, pumping the dildo in and out of him faster. The pace was still slow compared to what you usually liked to do, but you figured it would be enough to satisfy his needs. At least for now.

Chan moaned lowly as the dildo plunged inside of him repeatedly, squirming underneath your firm grip as he tried to remain calm. Your movements grew rougher over time, pounding the synthetic dick roughly into his quivering asshole as you fucked him relentlessly. Sweat dripped freely from both of your bodies as you continued fucking him, building up speed little by little.

The bed creaked loudly as you pounded away at his defenseless hole, slapping against the soft sheets as you drove the strap-on in and out of his tender rear entrance. Each thrust became increasingly harder, each smack louder than the last until finally you came to a halt. Panting lightly, you slowed your motions, withdrawing the phallus from his ass entirely.

"Huh..." Chan murmured weakly once you pulled out of him. "Why'd you stop? I didn't mind... Not one bit."

You grin evilly, pointing the fake cock with it's thick base upwards towards him. "I want you to try riding me for a minute. Give it a shot~"

Chan blinked a few times, clearly taken aback by your request, but after hesitantly nodding his head, lifting himself completely upwards. He then held onto your knees for support as he positioned the toy near his own crotch, and then lining it up with his puckered hole. Without another word spoken, he lowered himself backwards, impaled upon the large phallus all on his own.

"Ah!" He cried out sharply as he bottomed out, clenching tightly around the faux member buried within his rectum. "Guh, fuck..."

You smirk, thrusting up into him again as he starts riding the toy.

With each stroke, his hips moved up and down rapidly, grinding the fake cock between his cheeks. You reached out to him, grabbing hold of his hip bones and pulling him closer to you, making sure he stayed close while he rode the fake appendage. As soon as his thighs hit your sides, you grabbed them firmly and squeezed, holding him in place as you started bouncing him up and down on top of the dildo. The sound of flesh slapping together filled the room as you took turns slamming the toy deep inside of him.

With each bounce, Chan's body shuddered slightly, moaning deeply as you forced the dildo inside of him deeper and deeper, eliciting even louder cries of pleasure from him every time you shoved the fake dick inside of his ass. After only a couple minutes, he got visibly tired from the activity, slowing down considerably. You get the hint, smirking as you lifted him up a little higher, allowing the dildo to slip out of his tight hole.

"Let's stop for now," You told him, letting go of his thigh and resting him down gently on the mattress. "It looks like you're pretty exhausted now."

Chan nods slowly, breathing heavily as you lay next to him, watching him closely as you wait patiently. Eventually, he begins to breathe normally again, relaxing under your watchful gaze. You smile softly at him, kissing his cheek before laying your hand on his forehead, stroking his hair lovingly.

Lee Minho / Minho nearly choked on his drink, spitting it out onto the ground before wiping his mouth. The room was silent for a few seconds as he all processed what you'd said, and then he burst into laughter—a deep belly laugh that seemed to shake him up inside.

"I-It's not funny! I'm serious!" You snapped at him, but he just kept laughing until tears were streaming down his face.

He stopped eventually, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and wiped them clean. Little giggles came from him every now and again, and even though you didn't want to admit it, you couldn't help but think how cute that sound was. It made your heart flutter in your chest, and you hated that you liked it so much. Pouting, you turned away from him to focus on something else, but he grabbed hold of your wrist and pulled you toward him.

"Sorry, sorry, I know," Minho apologized through more giggles, "But it's just that... why would you want to peg me of all people?

You rolled your eyes and sighed. Of course, he'd ask that question. You knew he would have a problem with it, no matter who asked first. But there had been an undeniable spark between you two since you got here. And while part of you wanted nothing to do with that feeling because it could lead nowhere good, another piece of you felt like you needed this connection right now. He wasn't exactly making things easier by being such a jerk sometimes, but if you ignored everything else about him, maybe you could overlook that. Maybe.

"Well?" He prompted when you still hadn't answered his question. His grip tightened around your wrist.

The thought of doing anything sexual with him gave you chills. Not in a bad way, mind you; rather, they were electrifying. Your body tingled everywhere, nervousness rushing through you at the idea of putting yourself out there in front of him. Asking Minho to just fuck you might be one thing, but getting the golden chance to shove something inside him... well, that sounded too risky. If it hurt or went wrong somehow, you weren't sure how he would react. Would he forgive you for hurting him? Probably not. That would probably kill whatever bond existed between you two, which would suck.

And yet... knowing he might actually consider doing it with you was almost enough to make your decision easy. Almost. You took a long sip of water instead, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight trembling of your hands. Then, after a moment spent staring off into space, you finally looked over at him.

His cheeks were red, his smile wide and innocent looking, and those rich brown eyes were sparkling like crazy. For some reason, it struck you as really sexy. All you wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him, feel his lips against yours, taste that sweet, spicy flavor of his breath. But you forced yourself to keep your distance, trying hard to look unaffected by the mocking laughter from earlier that escaped his mouth.

"Beacause... um..." You started slowly, "I think you'd like it."

"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows rose, and he grinned widely. "What makes you say that?"

Your throat suddenly closed up. This conversation was going downhill fast, and you weren't ready for it. So, you decided to change tactics and try a different approach.

"Well, I've been reading about the male anatomy lately," you lied smoothly. "Apparently... uhm... there's this prostate gland... and apparently it feels pretty nice to have stimulated, so... I figured we should give it a shot, see how you like it."

That drew a surprised chuckle from him, but he didn't seem upset or angry. In fact, his expression softened slightly.

"Yeah, okay," He replied casually, reaching for your glass and taking a big gulp of water. When he set the cup aside, his gaze fell on you once again. "You've got my attention now. When did you find out about it?"

You swallowed nervously. You knew he'd call bullshit on you in a heartbeat if he found out you'd never done any research on the subject before. Still, you couldn't let him win this round. There was something important behind all these words you'd chosen carefully. Something you hoped would get through to him.

"A couple months ago," You lie once more, forcing yourself to speak confidently. "O-On a random website someone sent me...."

The corner of Minho's lip twitched upward, and you felt a little relieved. At least he didn't seem to suspect anything yet, despite what you said. Looking at the ground, you for him to consider it, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

After several seconds of silence, Minho finally spoke again. "Fine."

You glanced up quickly. The teasing tone had disappeared from his voice, replaced by curiosity and concern—and perhaps a hint of hope. He was giving you the benefit of doubt, and you appreciated that.

"But, if I don't like it, you gotta stop."

You nodded silently, swallowing hard. What came next was the hardest part: bringing the toy and lube into view. You stood up and walked across the room, stopping beside the bed where the box sat under the pillow. With shaky fingers, you reached down and grabbed it, holding it up high for Minho to see.

He watched you intently, his face turning even paler than usual. A small blush colored his cheeks, and he seemed to struggle with himself for a few moments, then finally made up his mind. He stepped toward you, began to undress without saying a word, and threw his clothes onto the floor near the wall. By the time he was completely naked, you held the package open, revealing the strap-on within. It was about seven inches long and tapered at both ends, making it look much smaller than its actual size.

Minho stopped right in front of you, watching your every move with great interest. Even though you could barely contain your nerves, you tried to act normally, acting cool while you waited for him to make the first move. After another minute passed, you realized he wasn't going to do it—that is, unless you asked him outright.

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and faced him. "C-Can you bend over? And spread your legs?"

He stared back at you for a second, obviously confused by the request. Then, slowly, he bent down until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, knees apart. The bright pink hole between his thighs was visible beneath his skin. As he straightened up, you moved closer, bending down and grabbing hold of the base of the fake dick. Your heart raced inside your chest, but you kept your head steady and focused, not allowing fear to cloud your thoughts.

Strapping the harness tightly around your waist, you placed one end of the dildo against the opening of Minho's ass. He tensed immediately, pushing away from you, but you pressed harder, keeping it firmly planted against his body. You leaned in close, whispering softly in his ear.

"It'll be alright. Just relax."

He looked back at you, his brow furrowed deeply, eyes filled with worry. Finally, he gave an almost imperceptible nod. You pulled off the plastic cap and squeezed some lubricant onto your finger. Moving forward, you pushed it past the ring and gently inserted it into Minho's asshole. He grunted loudly as soon as it touched the sensitive area, but he relaxed after only a moment.

Once the tip was fully embedded, you took your index finger and ran it along the shaft, coating it generously in lube. You then returned to Minho's rear entrance and slid your other hand underneath his ballsack, squeezing them lightly. His cock grew instantly, bobbing up and down with each movement. You smiled, happy to see him responding to your touch.

"See? It's not so bad, right?" You whispered in his ear, running your tongue along the shell of it.

His breathing sped up noticeably. He bit his lower lip, nodding slightly. You released his testicles and brought your hands up to the sides of his hips.

"Speak for yourself," Minho mumbled, still looking worried. But you saw the glimmer of excitement in his eyes. He wanted to try it just as badly as you did. "I'm still not sure I wanna go through with this shit."

You giggled, taking that statement as a challenge. "Well, we're already here. Might as well give it a shot."

He shook his head adamantly, but you were too far gone now; there was no way you'd back down. Taking his chin in your hands, you forced his gaze toward yours. "Just think of how good it will feel when I start moving my hips..."

As you talked, you slowly insert the toy without him noticing, feeling it slide deeper into his body. When you hit bottom, he let out a sharp gasp and nearly jumped up, but you gripped his shoulders and held him still. Slowly, you began rocking your hips, thrusting the thick cock inside him. He moaned loudly, moaning incoherently as he felt more and more of the rubber phallus invade his insides.

At first, you started slow, easing the toy in and out of his ass, letting it stretch his tight hole before continuing. But once he got used to the sensation and accepted it into his body, you picked up speed. Soon enough, he was fucking back, meeting each stroke of your hips with one of his own. You grinned widely, loving the sight of him pumping away behind you as you fucked his ass.

After several minutes, you slowed down again, wanting to take things slower, enjoying the experience. You glanced at him often, seeing the lustful expression on his face and knowing exactly what he was thinking: That he wished you would fuck him like this all night long.

But you didn't want to rush anything. This time, you made sure to push the dildo in nice and deep before withdrawing completely, causing him to grunt audibly. Again, you repeated the process, building up speed gradually until you reached full force, pounding hard against his butt cheeks. He cried out louder than ever, gasping for air as he struggled to keep up with your movements.

"D-Damnit...!" He yelled, sweat dripping from his forehead. "That feels amazing! Keep going, please, don't stop—"

The words died in Minho's throat as you suddenly stopped, pulling out entirely and turning around. Before he could say another word, you flipped him over and grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He squirmed, trying to break free, but you tightened your grip.

"What are you doing?!" He shouted, struggling even harder. "L-Let me go!"

You smirked, pressing your lips against his neck and inhaling deeply. A shiver went down his spine as you nibbled playfully along his flesh. The smell of his skin and the taste of his salty sweat sent a wave of desire coursing through you. You broke contact, standing upright and holding him by his arms while staring directly into his eyes.

"Are you ready to admit defeat yet?" You asked, your voice low and seductive.

Minho gulped, looking panicked. He nodded quickly, though you weren't convinced. In fact, you knew he wasn't lying—he really did want this. But if he thought he could win against you, then he had another thing coming.

"Screw you..." He muttered, blushing furiously.

Seo Changbin /You held Changbin's thick thighs up against his body, feeling the muscles in them bunch and flex with each breath. You took a moment to look into his eyes, which were closed as he savored your touch on him. His face was flushed pink from arousal, but you could tell that it wasn't just because of what was roughly being stuffed into his ass.

He looked at peace; contentment spread across every inch of skin that showed under his robes. It made your heart swell seeing how much pleasure this simple act brought him. Your thrusts became deeper now, more deliberate than before. The sound of flesh smacking together filled the room, making both of you groan loudly when something hit Changbin's prostate. He moaned softly again while grinding down onto your cock inside of him, trying to get even closer.

"Mm..." Changbin hummed around a kiss as you kept moving your hips back and forth slowly within his tight confines. "Y-You don't have to be gentle, y'know? I can take it."

The way he said 'can' sounded like an offer instead of a request or statement, so you obliged without hesitation. With both hands still gripping his thigh for support, you pushed forward harder until he let out another low moan. You didn't stop there though, not by far. Once Changbin had adjusted to having your cock fully buried in his ass once again, you began fucking him faster. Each time you slammed home, he would grunt louder than the last.

A few times you felt him tighten up on your shaft, only adding fuel to your desire to pound him mercilessly. His soft whimpers grew steadily louder, turning into long drawn-out cries. Changbin's whole body shook beneath yours after one particularly hard stroke, causing you to slam all the way in deep enough to make his teeth clack audibly together.

As if spurred on by this new development, you picked up speed further, pounding his ass relentlessly. His legs quivered uncontrollably underneath you, twitching occasionally whenever you bottomed out inside of him. Your breathing started getting ragged too, matching Changbin's heavy panting.

Both of you were covered in sweat from the exertion, but neither seemed ready to give in yet. Not wanting to disappoint him any longer than necessary, you slowed things down slightly, using your free hand to rub his stomach. It elicited a pleased little growl from his throat, along with several pleasurable shudders running through his entire frame.

It almost broke your rhythm entirely when you saw Changbin bite down on his lower lip, leaving red marks behind. If anything, it made you go harder – determined to see those marks turn into bruises. However, you managed to keep yourself from going overboard, stopping short of breaking his skin. Instead, you leaned over him, pressing your chest against his back.

This allowed you to nip gently at his neck and shoulder, earning you a cute mewl from the other man. After several minutes spent enjoying each other's company, you finally pulled away.

Changbin gasped sharply when you moved, letting his head fall backwards as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn't blame him either; you'd been pretty rough earlier. But then again, that was exactly why Changbin enjoyed taking it. That and the fact that he knew how good it would feel to have a fake dick inside of him later tonight. He turned to look at you with a dazed expression, giving you a sweet smile despite everything he must've been feeling right about now. But, he was extremely horny, and it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

So, you decided to do just that.

"I want...to cum," Changbin murmured huskily, his voice barely audible above the sounds of panting. "Please?"

You chuckled lightly, reaching up to wipe some of the sweat off your forehead. "How could I refuse such an adorable request? Here, lean forward a bit."

As soon as he did, you grabbed hold of his wrist and guided his hand to his own erection. Changbin obeyed immediately, wrapping his fingers around himself and squeezing firmly. The sight of his pale hand wrapped around his thick cock sent tingles throughout your entire body. When Changbin began stroking himself off, you watched intently, mesmerized by the slow movements.

Seeing him so focused on his orgasm made you start thinking about what else might happen tonight. You wondered if Changbin wanted to try anal sex again sometime. After all, he'd done it willingly enough already, albeit reluctantly. Maybe he found the experience enjoyable, since he never mentioned complaining afterward. Then again, maybe he liked the idea because it helped him forget about the worries of the world. Either way, it wasn't something you planned on doing anytime soon. There were plenty of ways to please each other, even without penetration.

"I'm gonna start moving again, okay?" You told Changbin, who nodded obediently.

Then you resumed pumping Changbin's ass roughly, watching closely as he jerked himself off furiously below. He came quickly, moaning loudly as he shot rope after rope onto the sheets. And while it certainly looked hot as hell, you weren't quite satisfied yet. No, you wanted more. Something deeper, darker, and infinitely dirtier.

With a wicked smirk on your face, you reached between your thighs and undo the harness holding up your faux cock. You slid it out carefully, making sure to leave the straps intact. Once it was completely removed, you tossed it aside, leaving nothing to block the view of your bare crotch.

For a moment, you simply admired Changbin's flushed cheeks as he continued rubbing his hand over himself. The sight of him like that only served to get you hornier still. With a low chuckle, you straddle his waist, sliding your hips directly atop his erect shaft. Your slick folds rubbed against the tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

But instead of sinking down on top of him, you stayed where you were, hovering over him for a few moments. You gave him time to adjust to your presence before shifting your weight forward, sitting flush against Changbin's pelvis. Then you took advantage of your position, leaning forwards until your breasts pressed against his chest. A second later, you lowered yourself slowly, allowing Changbin's cock to slide fully inside of you.

The sensation was intense. His cock filled you completely, stretching you tight. It also felt incredibly warm and inviting, especially compared to the cool air conditioning flowing through the room. For a brief moment, you worried that he might be too big for you to handle. Thankfully, however, he fit snugly within you, not causing you any discomfort whatsoever. In fact, the thought of being impaled on his cock had you gasping in surprise, delighting Changbin.

He moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you close.

His hands roamed freely over your curves, groping and caressing every inch of your body. As he did, you lifted your upper half slightly higher, tilting your torso downwards. This allowed you to move your hips more easily, rocking them side-to-side. At first, this caused the friction from your movement to rub against Changbin's balls. However, after a short period of experimentation, you figured out how best to work with it, adjusting your rhythm accordingly.

In no time at all, he bucked upwards into you, slamming his cock deep inside of you over and over again. Each stroke pushed you further along the bed, forcing your legs apart wider than they ever had been before. Yet, thanks to the angle, neither of you suffered any pain or discomfort. Instead, you reveled in the blissful sensations flooding your senses, enjoying the wild ride as it unfolded beneath you.

It didn't take long for you two to reach a feverish pace together. You bounced wildly atop Changbin's lap, riding him hard and fast. The force of each thrust forced your tits to bounce obscenely, jiggling lewdly as you rode him. They shook uncontrollably, slapping against his chest and stomach. Meanwhile, your clit throbbed relentlessly, begging to be touched. But there would come a time when you got to enjoy those pleasures, much sooner than expected.

Just as you started to feel lightheaded, Changbin groaned deeply, arching backwards sharply. Before you knew what was happening, he threw his head back and let loose a loud scream. Spurt after spurt of cum sprayed inside of your pussy, filling you full to bursting point. You gasped reflexively, feeling some of the hot fluid spill outwards and run down your inner thighs.

However, most of it remained trapped inside of you, adding another layer of lubrication to your insides.

As Changbin panted heavily, his entire body tensed tightly. He kept thrusting rapidly, but now his motions were erratic and uncontrolled. You couldn't tell whether he was trying to fuck you harder or just prolong the pleasure by going faster. Either way, it worked well enough; you could feel your climax approaching swiftly. Just seconds later, you exploded in a rush of ecstasy, screaming out his name as you were ready to lose control entirely.

"Changbin!" You cried breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for support. "Oh god! I'm coming... oh my fucking god..."

You thrashed about madly, unable to contain your excitement any longer.

Every muscle in your body seized up as you shuddered violently, crying out Changbin's name once more as your orgasm hit its peak. It lasted far longer than your previous ones had, wracking you with an unending series of mind-melting orgasms. Even so, you managed to stay on top of him for several more minutes afterwards, riding his dick as though possessed. Only then did you finally collapse forward, collapsing atop of his chest.

Both of you lay motionless upon the bed, spent and exhausted beyond measure. Eventually, you found the strength to sit upright, pushing off of Changbin's chest and lying next to him on the bed. You kissed him lightly on the lips, smiling happily. "We should do that again sometime."

Changbin smiled shyly, kissing you back. "I'd like that,"

Hwang Hyunjin / Hyunjin's tongue hung gently out of his mouth, and his eyes soon rolled back in pleasure as he continued to feel you pound inside him like a jackhammer. His legs were wrapped tightly around your waist, holding on for dear life while his arms squeeze onto neck for support, so that he wouldn't fall off against the wall behind him. You could tell how much more turned-on he was now than before by the way his breathing became heavier with each thrust into him.

Your own stamina wasn't doing too bad either; it felt good enough to keep going at this pace for quite some time if need be...

The room was filled with moans of ecstasy and gasps of breath as Hyunjin's head tilted backwards towards the ceiling again. The sound of skin slapping together echoed throughout the entire bedroom, making it seem almost surrealistic to hear such loud noises coming from both you two. You could hear how loose he'd gotten around the toy; it's slickness coated every inch of skin between his cheeks, making them look wet enough to for the lubricant run down over his thighs.

"Mm... Mmph..." Hyunjin mewled into your ear before moaning again when you reached up and grabbed hold of his hips tightly, causing him to buck wildly under your grip. "Fuck yes! Oh god fuck me!"

You chuckle in response, leaning forward slightly so that your lips would brush against his cheek lightly. He shivered at the contact but didn't pull away. Your hand then slipped underneath his ass to grab onto his bare hip bone instead, squeezing hard enough to leave red marks on his smooth flesh. It made you smile just thinking about what he must have looked like right now – all flushed and sweaty, covered in sweat stains, panting heavily while being pounded mercilessly by you.

Hyunjin was too far gone already to do anything but enjoy it, whimpering and crying out with every thrust you gave him. Even though he was clearly close to orgasm himself, his cock remained rock solid through it all. In fact, even after you slowed down the speed of your strokes, it still took another few minutes until he finally let go of one last shuddery moan, shooting rope after thick spurt of cum all over your stomach.

His body trembles beneath yours, and his toes curl weakly as his muscles begin to relax. A satisfied smirk spreads across his face once his breathing starts calming down, leaving only the faintest hint of perspiration coating his forehead and chest.

Although, you weren't quite done yet yourself...

Without any hesitation, you push yourself completely upright, forcing the dildo so deep within Hyunjin's tight hole that he lets out an involuntary gasp of pain.

He quickly recovers however, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle a scream while looking up at you pleadingly. You grin playfully, reaching down to grasp the base of the toy firmly between your fingers before pulling it slowly out of him. Once it pops free, you shove it back inside with ease, eliciting another soft cry of pleasure from Hyunjin along with a sharp intake of breath.

His knees bend slightly to help relieve some pressure, allowing you to pump faster without having to worry about hurting him further. As long as he can handle the sensation, there shouldn't be any problem.

After several more seconds of this, you decide to switch things up a little bit, grabbing hold of his ankles and spreading them wide apart.

This causes his buttcheeks to spread open, revealing the pink inner lining of his asshole. You couldn't help but notice how swollen it appeared compared to earlier; the entrance was stretched past its limits thanks to your relentless pounding, creating a nice puffy ring around the opening that glistened with a thin layer of saliva. The cold wall behind him also added to the pleasurable feeling, sending pleasant jolts of electricity coursing through his spine.

You take advantage of this, plunging deeper into him with every stroke, driving the toy deep into his depths.

The tip of the toy rubs against something sensitive inside him, causing his whole body to tense up and twitch uncontrollably. You knew exactly where it was located, since you had taken care of it during the first round. The first time you did it, it caused Hyunjin to jerk violently, letting out a loud shriek which left you laughing in amusement. But now? Now he seemed perfectly fine with it, taking a moment to rest his chin upon your shoulder while giving you a contented sigh.

"You really like this that, huh?" You chuckled throatily, reaching up to stroke his dark hair affectionately. "Having a girl pegging you like I am~?"

He whined softly in reply, pushing his ass back against the strap-on teasingly. "Y-Yeah... Mmm."

It pleased you immensely seeing how much he enjoyed getting fucked like this. This was certainly different than what you were used to, but that didn't mean it wouldn't feel amazing. And judging from the way he was reacting to your thrusts, he definitely agreed with you.

You continue moving your hips in circles, enjoying the sight of his plump butt bouncing off your lap each time you drive your dick home. Every inch of Hyunjin's body was taut and trembling, quivering with blissful moans escaping his mouth every time you hit a particularly good spot. With each passing second, he grew closer towards climax, his thighs growing tighter around your waist, his legs becoming weaker. By the time you felt his body stiffen beneath you, you could tell he was ready for release.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Y-Yeah." He gasped out, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "It feels great, yeah... Feels so good..."

His words only encouraged you to move faster, pumping your shaft harder and deeper into his hot insides. You wanted to give him everything he needed, wanting to make sure that he came undone right here, under your control. After all, you made it clear to him that this would be a night filled with sexual debauchery, and he hadn't disappointed you thus far.

"Fuck!" Hyunjin cried out loudly, throwing his head backwards and clutching your shoulders tightly. "R-Right there... Right fucking there— ah, shit!"

You could hear his breath quickening, the sound of his heavy pants echoing off the walls. His cock still raged between his thighs, twitching rapidly and begging to be released. Without warning, you wrap your palm around his shaft and squeezed firmly, eliciting a strangled gasp from Hyunjin's mouth.

You stroked him slowly until he stopped moving entirely, just staring right at your hand as you worked it over his dick.

Pre-cum oozed freely from the tip of his cock, dribbling down your wrist and dripping onto the floor below. You smile sweetly at him, rubbing your thumb gently across the underside of his cockhead. A few more strokes later, and his entire body began to shake.

Not even bothering to look away, you watched his face contort into a grimace as he reached his limit, cumming hard all over your fist.

The force of his orgasm sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout his frame, making him writhe helplessly beneath your grip. Your other hand gripped his hip tightly, holding him steady enough that he didn't fall forward or lose balance completely. When he finally finished shooting ropes of seed all over your fingers, you let go of his erection and moved your arm aside, watching him carefully.

Hyunjin's breathing returned to normal after a minute, panting heavily as he stared up at you. He gave you a small nod before looking down at himself, noticing the mess he'd created on his stomach and chest. His cheeks flushed red as he looked up again, meeting your gaze with an embarrassed expression.

"Sorry about that," He muttered sheepishly, averting his eyes. "I'm not very experienced when it comes to these sorts of things... Guess I went overboard..."

You chuckle quietly, leaning in close to press a kiss against his forehead. "Don't worry too much about it. The show you gave me earlier was plenty worth it~"

Han Jisung /A string of small giggles left Jisung's mouth, along with a contagious smile that made you crack one too. But unlike him, you had to focus on the task at hand—to get him prepare for the lewd activities he was about to experience tonight. You could tell by his expression and how flustered he looked underneath your hands as they ran down over every inch of skin between them that he wasn't exactly in an aroused state right now, but there were ways around this problem...

"You're so soft," You said while tracing circles all across his chest. "And warm..."

He shivered under your touch even more than before and let out another laugh, which only served to make you grin wider. This is what you wanted: His mind off everything else except for the pleasure coming up soon enough. And it seemed like you'd succeeded because when you moved back up again, he didn't seem quite as nervous or uptight anymore.

In fact, he actually looked relaxed!

Your lips trailed lower towards his neck once ; kissing each spot where your fingers touched just below his collarbone until finally reaching those thick pecs. The muscles beneath your fingertips flexed slightly from the stimulation, causing some of his hard-earned sweat to bead against his taut flesh. Your tongue snaked out into playfully lick one side of his neck, then the other.

When you reached the nape of his neck, you bit softly at his shoulder blade, making sure not to draw blood. Just a small bite would do, though; enough to leave a mark without doing any real damage. A few minutes later and you were done teasing him completely, leaving no trace of your kisses behind besides that slight redness on his skin.

Jisung breathed deeply, trying to calm himself after such a rough session of foreplay. It felt good to be taken care of, especially since he hadn't gotten much practice with this sort of thing lately. Most people tended to prefer going straight for sex instead of taking their time to really enjoy themselves first. But then again, most people weren't you. You loved to take things slow, savor every moment of intimacy before getting down to business. Which is why you took the initiative and started stroking his cock through his pants, slowly working yourself closer and closer to the end result.

After several seconds of rubbing his shaft, however, he spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Um... I think I'm ready for... you know."

He blushed lightly, embarrassed despite being half naked already. He knew what you wanted, but he couldn't help feeling shy asking for it.

After all, this was new territory for both of you, even if you've been together long enough to have experimented with various kinks. But, that didn't stop you from pushing forward, grabbing hold of the waistband of his underwear and yanking it down roughly, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Then, you pulled his boxers off next, revealing his erect length fully.

Even though it wasn't completely hard just yet, it's thickness still made it still stand out from the rest of his body. You licked your lips hungrily as you stared at it, admiring its shape and size. However, the real prize was hidden between those two plumpy globes. So, you quickly grabbed ahold of his ass cheek and squeezed firmly, eliciting an adorable squeak from the singer. Jisung's eyes widened and he glanced down nervously, but you merely smiled reassuringly.

"Relax," You whispered, giving his buttock a playful smack. "It'll feel better if you don't tense up."

The comment brought a smile to his face and he nodded hesitantly, biting his lip as he closed his eyes tight. But when you pressed your palm flat against his hole, he tensed up again, almost instinctively. You didn't mind, though; it gave you something to work with.

So, you began rubbing your finger against his entrance, spreading your saliva onto his smooth skin as well as adding lubrication. Once you got used to the texture, you pushed further inside, allowing yourself to sink deeper and deeper into his tight little hole. Each thrust caused him to moan softly, but he kept quiet otherwise. As you continued to push your digit in and out of his rear, he gradually grew accustomed to the sensation. Soon, his moans turned to whimpers, followed by grunts.

His breathing became heavier, more labored, as he tried to keep control of his voice. However, that proved impossible for someone who had never experienced anal penetration before. Especially not from somebody like you, who knows exactly how to use her tools.

Eventually, Jisung could barely contain himself anymore.

With a loud gasp, he arched his back, forcing you to pull your hand away briefly lest you hurt him too badly. That, combined with his bucking hips and the way he clamped down tightly around your finger, made you realize that you should probably give him a minute before continuing. When you withdrew your digits, he sighed loudly, panting heavily as he regained his breath.

Jisung leaned back against the bed, relaxing his legs and arms so that they fell limply to either side. Then, he opened his eyes and looked over at you, grinning sheepishly.

"Please, tell me that was it?" Jisung asked, sounding eager rather than afraid now. "I'm practically dying here..."

You laughed softly, running your fingers along the length of his dick, which was now softening slightly.

"Nope! That was just the appetizer!" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively.

You quickly pointing towards the strap-on dildo lying on top of the dresser across the room, where it sat alongside a bottle of oil. Jisung's gaze followed yours until finally he understood what you meant. His cheeks darkened, but he grinned widely anyway.

"Oh, yeah? And what about dessert?" He said playfully, reaching forwards and pulling you close.

As soon as his mouth came down upon yours, you wrapped one arm around his neck and snaked another under his leg, hooking your toes behind his thigh. This allowed you to easily lift his other knee up high, exposing his anus once more. Before you could do anything else, however, Jisung suddenly switched up the laying positions.

You let out a surprised squeal, but only for a brief second – because before you could say or do anything, Jisung had pinned your shoulders down to the mattress. Your struggles were futile, though, since he held you down effortlessly. In fact, you weren't even sure how he managed to get so much leverage in such little time. All you really saw was his bulging crotch right above your head, and then...

A sharp pain shot through your lower abdomen as he forced his cock into you.

The suddenness caught you off guard, causing you to cry out sharply. Jisung immediately froze, worried that he might be hurting you, but after a quick glance upwards, you reassured him that everything was okay. He relaxed somewhat, but he did continue moving slowly at first, taking care not to go any faster than necessary. A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and he reached down to grab both of your hands, bringing them together to form a cross.

"You didn't think I was going to let you stick that thing inside me without putting up some sort of fight, did you?" Jisung chuckled, still keeping his weight on your torso while using your wrists to hold you steady.

"Of course not!" You replied, returning his smirk. "But, it's still happenin' whether you want it to or not!"

He smirked again, clearly pleased by this response. It wasn't long before he sped up, pushing his hips forward forcefully each time. Even though you felt a bit sore already, there was no stopping him. Not with those big brown puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours and that wicked grin plastered on his lips. You knew full well that he'd never stop unless you told him to. So, instead of resisting further, you simply accepted the inevitable. After all, if he wanted to fuck you hard enough to make you scream, then who were you to argue?

Besides, you liked having his cock buried deep inside you. It made you feel powerful, knowing that you could take him whenever you wanted.

Soon, the two of you found yourselves lost in a heated rhythm. One moment he would be fucking you slow and gentle, giving you plenty of time to adjust, and the next he would pick things up considerably. There were times when he would push in hard and fast, slamming you against the sheets, and others where he took it easy, caressing your inner walls gently. Regardless, he always gave you ample opportunity to catch your breath between thrusts, making sure that neither of you ever got tired.

However, despite Jisung's efforts to pace himself, you couldn't help but notice something. As much as he went at you relentlessly, he kept glancing back at the strap-on dildo sitting on top of the dresser every few seconds. Every single time, his expression turned from lustful to curious and eventually, a blushing mess.

"Jisung?" You whispered, catching onto his behavior. When he didn't answer, you wave your hand his face, trying to draw his attention away from the toy. "Earth to Jisung."

"Huh!?" He jumped, startled by your voice. "What?"

"Hehe, I thought you're going to put up a fight? Or was that just an act?" You teased, taking this chance to push him back down onto the mattress. "Hm~?"

His cheeks flushed bright red, and he looked away awkwardly. However, you noticed that he hadn't tried to stop you yet, either. Instead, he's let's you move freely, allowing you to tower over him like you did earlier. The difference being that this time, you weren't going to let him take back that power, no matter how much he struggled.

"Don't worry," You cooed, leaning down and kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'm gonna finish you off good tonight..."

It was only then that he realized what you meant. His eyes widened slightly, and his jaw dropped open. But, it was far too late now. You gently slide off him and reach for the strap-on, slipping it into place quickly. Then, you straddled his waist, pressing yourself firmly against him. Just as he began to protest, you leaned in close, whispering in his ear seductively:

"And don't you dare try to resist."

With those ending words, you plunge your dick deep inside his tight ass. And just like that, his resistance disappeared completely. From here on out, he wouldn't have any choice but to submit to whatever you wished. No longer able to hide behind his usual bravado, he threw his head so fast that you're afraid he might have gotten whiplash. All that remained was a whimper, which was soon replaced with a low groan of pleasure.

The feeling of your shaft sliding inside him was unlike anything else.

While Jisung had been pretty loose around his entrance already, this new position made everything even tighter. With each stroke, you pushed deeper into him, until finally hitting bottom. Your pelvis pressed against his own, eliciting another moan from him as the two of you locked in a passionate kiss once more. This time, however, it lasted several minutes rather than mere seconds. Soon, both of you were panting heavily, desperate for oxygen after such vigorous activity.

When you pulled back from the kiss, you saw that Jisung's breathing was coming faster and heavier, almost as if he were about to pass out. In fact, it seemed like he was struggling to stay conscious, so you decided to give him a helping hand. Leaning in close, you slid one of your hands under his neck and lifted his body into the air, placing his chest directly above your own. That way, you could easily grab hold of his shoulders and move much more freely.

"Mmph... Ahh..." Jisung moaned, shuddering as you started to pump harder and faster inside him. "Y/N!"

You glanced over your shoulder to see him gazing up at you lovingly.

He must have loved seeing you dominate him like this, because he practically radiated bliss. It wasn't long before he reached his limit, arching his hips upwards desperately. Each movement caused him to gyrate his ass against the fake cock, milking it mercilessly. At last, his orgasm hit him like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy through his entire body. A slutty smile spread across his lips, and he buried them into your neck.

After a while, you slowed your movements down, gradually pulling out of his ass. He collapsed onto the bed beneath you, gasping for air as you laid atop him. Both of you stayed still for a moment, recovering from your exertion. Eventually, you rolled onto your side next to him, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

"Looks like I win this round, and every other battle between us from now on," You chuckled lightly, stroking his hair affectionately. "How do you feel?"

"Ugh, I can barely stand straight right now," He wheezed, clutching his stomach. "But, count me in for all those future battles~"

Lee Felix /Felix's gag reflex was always strong. So, he could easily take the dildo you've been forcefully shoving down his throat without gagging or vomiting at all. However, you did notice a couple tears pooling in his eyes, which prompts you to lift his head up for a quick moment, just long enough so that he can see your face before lowering it back down again and forcing another inch of cock into his mouth.

You're not sure if this is was the bestest way to lubricant the toy, but after some experimentation with different techniques on yourself over the past few months, you figure out how much spit will be needed by applying it directly onto the shaft first. You then start moving faster as Felix sucks harder than ever before.

His jaw starts hurting pretty badly now since he has no choice but to keep sucking against the force being applied from behind him, causing more tears to form around his eyes. But these are quickly wiped away when you feel like he's had enough practice under his belt already. It doesn't hurt too bad though because you know what comes next...

"Damn, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?" Felix whined between heavy breaths while looking up at you through teary eyes. "I mean, I don't mind dying here, but..."

He said those last words sarcastically, yet they still manage to get a chuckle out of you despite feeling guilty about using such cruel methods. After all, he really does look rather pathetic right now; drooling on himself with his hair messed up and sweat dripping off his forehead and cheeks. He even looks quite sexy, especially given the circumstances. His lips are redder than usual due to having spent most of its time wrapped around the strap-on's thick base, making them appear moist and plump.

The sight alone makes your panties dampen slightly.

"It'll be worth it," You tell him reassuringly, wiping away some of the saliva for his freckled cheek. "Just hold on tight."

With that, you grab both sides of his head with one hand and guide his face towards yours. Your kiss is soft, tender, and filled with lust. And judging by the moans coming out of Felix's mouth, it seems like he enjoyed it just as much.

As soon as you pull away from each other, he opens wide once more and takes the entire toy's length inside his mouth. You gasp, surprised at how deep he managed to suck the thing down into his throat. Not only that, but you also noticed that he kept his tongue pressed flat against the underside of the shaft.

Your fingers run through his hair gently while watching his impressive performance. There were times where he'd stop briefly to catch his breath, allowing you to remove the dildo from his mouth before sliding it back in. When finally you decided he's had enough, however, you slowly withdraw the strap-on until just the tip remained buried within his mouth.

This causes Felix to whimper softly, but you didn't have any intention of letting go of him just yet.

"You're doing so well, Lixie!" You praise him warmly, stroking his hair lovingly. "But, there's something else I want to try now."

After removing your hands from his head, you grab the end of the harness, pulling it away from Felix's body entirely. Now free, he immediately lay's down onto his back, ready for you to mount him. With his legs spread open before him, you place the base of the strap-on firmly against his entrance and press forward. At first, nothing happens except for the slight stretching sensation felt along his ass crack, but after a few seconds of gentle pressure, you feel it slip inside. Felix lets out an audible moan at this point, unable to hide the fact that he's enjoying this new experience.

"C-Carful with that thing... my butt isn't used to it yet." Felix stammers, clearly struggling to speak properly due to the overwhelming sensations coursing throughout his whole body. "Just a little bit further..."

Despite hearing his pleas, you continue pushing deeper inside his hole. A little bit of pain is expected considering he hasn't taken anything that large before, but the amount of pleasure he feels from the fullness filling him up is far greater than what he imagined. He begins panting heavily as you sink further inside, burying almost half the strap-on inside his asshole. Once you reach his deepest parts, you pause momentarily to let his body adjust to the size of the toy. Eventually, Felix stops struggling and relaxes completely beneath you.

"I'm good," He whispers. "Keep going."

At this, you begin moving back and forth, taking advantage of his loose sphincter. Every thrust brings a small cry from Felix's lips, making you smile knowingly at the sound. He loves this kind of attention, and it shows by the way his hips move involuntarily underneath you. Soon, you can see why: his cock is rock hard, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He must've been excited after sucking on the strap-on earlier, which explains the sudden surge of blood rushing to his length.

As if sensing his need, you lean over and take his dick in your mouth, swirling your tongue across the sensitive head. His groan of ecstasy vibrates through the bed sheets, sending shivers of delight running down your spine. You could do this forever, but eventually you realize that the longer you wait to start fucking him, the harder it will become. So, instead of prolonging the inevitable, you switch back to pounding his ass with long strokes. Each one sends another cry of pleasure from Felix's mouth, making you smirk happily. It was nice knowing someone liked getting their hole pounded so much.

Felix has never experienced sex like this before, nor did he expect it would feel as amazing as it does when he's penetrated. From the moment you inserted yourself inside him, every inch of his insides clenched tightly around your shaft. Even though he knew this should help ease him into accepting larger objects later on, the sheer intensity of the sensations caused by being stuffed made him lose control. The feeling of having a foreign object buried deep within his ass sent waves of arousal rippling through his entire body; all thanks to the unique stimulation provided by the strap-on.

You wasn't sure how much time passed between then and now, but you suddenly notice Felix's eyes fluttering shut.

All the teasing, the rough treatment, and even the intense anal penetration left him utterly drained. A cute pout forms on his face as he tries to keep himself awake, wanting to keep the pleasure coming, but his eyelids droop lower and lower. In no more than two minutes, Felix falls unconscious, leaving you alone atop his naked frame.

A satisfied chuckle escapes your lips as you get off him, removing the strap-on from his still twitching ass. You excepted this outcome since the beginning, nor were you mad about it either. After all, this was supposed to be fun and exciting for both of you, not some sort of punishment or chore. However, the fact that Felix lost consciousness only confirmed that you really are good at pleasing people, especially those who aren't accustomed to such pleasures.

With the dildo removed from his anus, you admire his sleeping form once again. His chest rises and falls rhythmically while his breathing slows down, signaling that he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. As tempting as it may have been to stay here and cuddle up next to him, you had quite the mess that needed to be cleaned up.

"Geez, Felix. Why'd you have to fall asleep right before we finished? You sigh, shaking your head slightly, only for another smile to cross your features.

Kim Seungmin /Seungmin gave you an pretty unsure, like he normally does when something is bothering him. The odd sight of your fingers freely penetrating him wasn't excatly helping his mood either, and the fact you'd planned to peg him once you're done having toying around with his ass was making it even worse for him.

He couldn't help but moan out a little as he felt himself getting closer, just a little more teasing before letting loose on that tight hole. You, on the other hand, were on cloud nine at this point, feeling excitement bubbling up inside of you from what's about to happen. Your legs are shaking in anticipation, almost ready to explode if only Seungmin would let go already.

But he held back...for now.

"Come on, Seungmin. Don't be so stubborn." You tease, curling your fingers into tighter circles against his prostate while still moving them slowly within him. "I know you want me to fuck you~!"

"That's where you're wrong, Y/N." He grumbles softly, groaning under your ministrations as he feels himself get close again. "I don't know why I even agreed to do this..."

You chuckle quietly, biting down on his earlobe gently enough not to hurt.

The sudden touch startles him, causing him to tense up slightly, and then relaxes completely after hearing you purr next to him. His body starts shuddering lightly underneath yours, trembling ever so slightly every time one of your digits hit it's target.

It takes another minute or two before Seungmin finally does let go, moaning quietly as he explodes all over the place. It doesn't take long for you to feel the warmth seeping through the night air, which makes you giggle happily as you pull yourself away from his asshole. Once you've gotten far enough, you reach behind you and grab some lube off the nightstand, pouring it onto both hands.

"Mmhm," You hums contentedly as you press your palms together, coating your entire right palm in the slippery substance. "This'll be fun, trust me~"

His eyes widen as you spread your left hand apart, pressing the slick material against his entrance. However, you don't insert anything yet; instead opting to rub it across his perineum, giving him a few moments to adjust to whatever sensation is happening there. When he seems comfortable with that, you continue applying pressure until eventually slipping one finger back into him - stretching open those muscles wide before pulling it back out. Repeating this process several times before adding another digit, slowly working your way deeper and deeper into him each time.

By the third finger, you can hear Seungmin panting loudly as you push yourself further inside him, twisting your wrist every so often to make sure you keep hitting his G-spot without any problems. Every thrust sends jolts of pleasure shooting throughout his body, his moans becoming increasingly louder as you work yourself in and out of him. After a bit longer, you add another finger, spreading them apart until you have four fingers buried deep inside him, pumping them in and out quickly.

"Oh god," He whimpers lowly, whimpering as he tries desperately to hold back from coming. "J-Just get this over with already, please..."

"Really!? You'll let me?" You ask curiously, shocked by how eager he sounds. "Alright, alright! Just give me a moment, okay? I'll go get it now!"

Running towards the bedside table, you open the drawer and rummage around for a second, pushing around various objects before finding what you're looking for. Pulling it out carefully, you turn back to face Seungmin who had been watching everything you did with growing curiosity, his cheeks flushed pink with arousal. Taking note of this, you move forward, kneeling between his thighs as you sit cross legged.

Holding the strap-on up high, you look at it intently, examining it's length.

It's black leather, decorated with a silver buckle at its tip, allowing it to be adjusted in size depending on whoever wears it. In your case, however, you could wear it comfortably thanks to your own measurements, making it easier than usual to slip it on. Once you're satisfied with the fit, you begin buckling it tightly in place, adjusting it to where you think it should be. With that taken care of, you stand back up, taking a step closer to Seungmin, who has stopped panting by now, simply staring blankly at you.

"Well, here goes nothing," You whisper softly, reaching down and grasping the base of the toy. "Are you ready?"

Seungmin nods weakly, swallowing thickly as you lean forward and press the head of the dildo against his entrance. He bites down on his lip nervously as you slide it along his wet flesh, inch by slow inch going deeper and deeper until you hit the bottom.

The feeling of having something shoved inside you always gets to you, no matter if it's an actual dick or just a fake one like this. However, when someone else is doing it...that somehow adds to the experience. As such, he gasps sharply as you force more and more of yourself inside him, filling him up completely. Before long, you stop moving altogether, letting him get used to the new sensation.

After about half a minute passes, you begin rocking your hips slightly, sliding yourself in and out of him while keeping your grip firm. This causes Seungmin to moan deeply, his legs shaking beneath you as you grind against his prostate. The sound alone is enough to make your pussy throb with need, but you ignore it, focusing solely on pleasuring him.

His chocolate brown eyes are glued to yours as you do, seeing the lustful glint in their depths as they gaze upon you. He lets out a soft groan, grabbing handfuls of your ass as you continue grinding against his prostate. That only encourages you to speed up, pounding himself hard against your pelvis until you're slamming into him roughly, slapping your breasts lightly against his chest. Each time you slam into him, he cries out wordlessly, his voice muffled by the cock stuffed inside of him.

"You want me to fuck you harder?" You breathe, smirking wickedly at him.

"Yes," He breathes shakily, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please."

With that, you pick up the pace once again, driving yourself into him with all your might. Your hips slap loudly against his pelvis, the noise echoing through the room as you pound him relentlessly. Seungmin doesn't even try holding back anymore, moaning breathlessly as you drive yourself onto him, ravaging him with each thrust.

A small amount of lube trickles out of his hole, adding lubrication to ease things along. Soon enough, you feel his tight muscles start clenching around the shaft, signaling that he's close to cumming.

Grinning darkly, you take advantage of this, speeding up your movements even further. Within moments, his hot load begins gushing forth, coating his chest with sticky ropes of cum. Watching it splatter across his skin makes you squirm in excitement, unable to resist leaning forward and kissing him. His lips part, giving way for you tongue to snake inside of his mouth, tangling itself within his own. You taste his flavor on your tongue, relishing it as you kiss him hungrily, devouring his warmth.

After a few minutes, you break off from the kiss, gazing at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily beside you.

"Holy shit..." You murmur quietly, grinning at him.

Seungmin looks embarrassed, averting his gaze shyly.

"Don't get cocky yet," He mutters, licking his lips.

Smirking, you reach over to the nightstand and retrieve some tissues, wiping away the mess on his chest. Once you've cleaned up, you toss them aside in a nearby by garbage can and grab hold of the strap-on, gently pulling it free of him. Slipping it back into the drawer, you then walk over to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the edge. Seungmin follows after a moment, crawling up, and cuddling against you.

Yang Jeongin /A little blush couldn't stop itself from spreading along Jeongin's cheeks. He'd been so silent for the past two minutes, watching you prep his hole with your fingers and lube up that he was practically a statue—until now. You had to admit though: he looked damn sexy when a bit flushed from embarrassment. His chestnut hair fell over his shoulders as it always did in this position, but there were more strands than usual today; they stuck out at odd angles like some sort of wild mane.

"I'm ready," He said after another minute passed by without any other words being exchanged between the both of you. "W-Wait, no..."

"It's fine." You smiled gently, trying not to make him feel pressured or anxious about anything else right now besides getting fucked.

If only he knew how much pleasure such a simple act could bring someone...but then again, maybe that would be too cruel. The last thing either one of you needed is for his first time to end in tears and pain.

You took hold of his cock with extreme care, stroking it slowly before leaning forward until your nose was inches away from its tip. It felt hot against your skin, pulsating beneath your touch every few seconds. You inhaled deeply, taking in all of his scent while simultaneously savoring the musky aroma filling the room around you. Your eyes widened slightly when you realized just what an incredible sight this made. This wasn't something that happened everyday, nor should it ever happen. And yet here you were, looking down upon the most beautiful cock in existence.

Your lips parted, letting out a soft sigh as you closed them tightly together once more. There was nothing left to do except take him into your mouth. As soon as those words crossed through your mind, you open wide, wrapping your hand firmly around his base to keep him steady. With slow, deliberate movements, you slid your head further onto his shaft, feeling the thick veins running alongside his length. You paused briefly, allowing yourself to adjust to his girth before sliding back off completely, leaving behind a trail of saliva trailing down his shaft.

The sensation alone caused him to groan softly. You grinned, knowing full well how much he loved having his dick sucked on. In response, you began bobbing your head up and down faster, eliciting even louder moans from Jeongin. His hips bucked involuntarily each time your tongue found its way inside his slit, which sent vibrations straight to your pussy. Even still, you kept going, determined to get him off as quickly as possible. After several more strokes, however, you heard him let out a muffled whimper, signaling that he was close to climaxing.

With one final thrust, he pulled you closer, burying himself deep within your throat. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you swallowed whatever cum came shooting out, swallowing it whole before pulling away. His penis twitched repeatedly before finally subsiding, giving you enough time to pull away and look up at him.

His face was beet red, his breathing ragged. Sweat dripped down his forehead, glistening across his brow as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Despite that fact, his expression remained blissful. His eyes were shut tight, his teeth gritted hard against each other. But after everything, his smile never wavered.

"Ready now~?" You giggled playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

He didn't reply immediately. Instead, he simply nodded and reached out for you, pulling you in close so that your bodies pressed flush against each other. His arms wrapped around you possessively, holding you tight as if afraid you might disappear anytime soon. You leaned your cheek against his shoulder, smiling fondly at how comfortable he seemed to be with you despite how new their relationship truly was.

After a moment of silence, Jeongin spoke up, breaking the spell of contentment hanging heavily above the room.

"Yeah..." He whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your ears. "Y-You can start now...if you want to."

You turned towards him, grinning brightly before pressing your lips against his. He responded enthusiastically, kissing you back passionately. Your tongues intertwined, exploring each others' mouths, tasting each other's saliva and sweetened juices. Every kiss became deeper and longer, sending shivers coursing through your body. When you broke apart, you saw that his cheeks had gone bright pink, probably due to how heated things currently were.

"Mm..." You hummed, tracing circles on his stomach. "I think I'll go ahead and give you my best effort, hmm? How does that sound?"

"Sounds nice," He murmured, nodding eagerly. "But...do me a favor first, okay?"

"Anything," You replied, arching an eyebrow teasingly.

Jeongin chuckled quietly, shaking his head. "No, really, please don't tease me like that!" He insisted. "Just...just promise you won't stop until we're done, got it?"

You nod in response, before reaching under the bed, retrieving a strap-on dildo. You held it between both hands, examining the phallic object carefully before turning towards him. Jeongin looked surprised by your sudden change in demeanor, but nevertheless smiled warmly nonetheless.

"Okay..." You said, stepping closer. "Let's get started then, shall we?

It only took you about five minutes to prepare. The entire process was surprisingly simple, considering how elaborate and complex it appeared from afar. All you needed to do was slip on some lube, grab the dildo and attach it to the harness, slide into place and make sure the straps were secure. It wasn't difficult or particularly taxing work, though admittedly it did require a certain level of precision.

Once you'd finished getting ready, you approached Jeongin again.

He sat nervously at attention, his fingers fidgeting anxiously as he waited for you to begin. You knelt down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his thigh and stroking it soothingly. His gaze softened somewhat when he felt your touch, relaxing slightly as you ran your thumb along the outside of his leg.

"Are you alright, Jeongin?" You asked gently, looking up at him expectantly.

"Ahh..." He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly. "Yes...it's just...you know..."

You understand what he means instantly.

There are many reasons why people may find strap-ons intimidating; the idea of being penetrated without any kind of protection is inherently scary, especially for those who aren't used to such things. However, you knew firsthand how amazing it could feel, given how much fun you'd had during your previous experiences. Still, it couldn't hurt to ease him into things, right? So you decided to take it slow.

You slid your hand further up his leg, cupping his balls lightly in your palm. Jeongin whimpered softly, shuddering at the contact. After a few seconds, however, he opened his eyes once more. He gazed up at you curiously, enjoying the sensation of having someone else touching him intimately. With a small smirk, you noticed his hole had started twitching, signaling that he was already very aroused. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad after all!

Taking the initiative, you finally rub the tip of the dildo against his slit, eliciting another soft moan from Jeongin. He shifted forward onto the bed, prodding himself against the toy as if trying to push it inside. You obliged, sliding it slowly inside him. Despite its size, it fit perfectly within him, allowing you to continue moving it back and forth while still maintaining enough friction to keep him stimulated.

As you continued thrusting, you watched Jeongin's face closely. He looked incredibly vulnerable, completely exposed and utterly enthralled by your actions. Seeing him like this made you feel immensely powerful, which only fueled your desire to pleasure him even more. You began picking up speed, feeling yourself grow wetter and hotter every time you plunged deep into his insides. You bit your lip, loving the way his muscles tensed around the shaft, squeezing it tightly.

Your movements grew faster and harder, slamming into him with increasing force. Jeongin moaned loudly, gripping your shoulders tight. A low groan escaped his throat as you pulled out halfway, only to slam back into him hard, making them bounce off the mattress. You kept going, pounding away relentlessly, savoring the sounds of their skin slapping together.

Soon, you felt something hot and slick dripping down your thighs, so you slowed your pace slightly.

After a minute or two, you withdrew the dildo entirely. Jeongin whined pitifully, panting heavily as he laid there limply. Your heart raced excitedly, knowing exactly what would come next. Without hesitation, you grabbed hold of the base of the toy and positioned it once more at Jeongin's entrance, pushing it inside him with one smooth motion. As soon as it was fully embedded, you resumed thrusting, watching his face intently.

He was flushed bright red, clearly turned on beyond belief. His cheeks glistened with sweat and strands of hair clung to his forehead, giving him a decidedly sexy appearance. You leaned over him, pressing your chest flush against his own. Their bodies rubbed together as they moved, creating an arousing tingle that sent shivers through your body. You loved seeing his reaction, his mouth hanging open in shock as you fucked him mercilessly.

With each thrust, you pushed deeper than before, filling him completely until your pelvis pressed firmly against his ass. Each movement brought him closer and closer to climax, but you held back, determined to drive him wild instead. Every now and then, you would pause to give him a chance to catch his breath, letting him adjust to the new sensations coursing throughout his body.

His breathing became increasingly ragged, his head tilting back as he stared upwards blankly. His hips buckled erratically under your weight, driving the toy inside him rapidly. Sweat dripped down his brow, running between the cracks of his neck and soaking into his collarbone. The sight of him writhing beneath you left you absolutely throbbing, wanting nothing more than to bury your cock inside him.

"I'm gonna cum!" Jeongin cried out suddenly, clenching his inner walls tightly around the toy.

You didn't have to ask twice, deciding to let him finish on his own terms. You gripped his sides tighter, urging him onward. Within seconds, he went rigid, moaning loudly as he came. Warm liquid splashed across both your stomachs, coating your skin with a layer of sticky fluid. It was almost painful, but you didn't stop fucking him until you were satisfied.

Jeongin lay limp underneath you, gasping for air. When he eventually caught his bearings, he rolled onto his side, staring at you with wide eyes. You smiled gently and stroked the top of his head, kissing him tenderly.

[daceydeath]

Light (One Shot)

Parings: Vampire Chan x Female Reader (established relationship) Word Count: 2.3k Genre: Vampire Au, romance, smut Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't be stupid), vaginal fingering, swearing, biting/marking A/N: This is a one shot of a series I did it can be read alone but would make much more sense if you read the whole series. You can find that here but it isn't essential.

After months together and your grandmother's gift to you, you have decided you are no longer afraid to let Chan mark you as his forever.

Music pumped rhythmically as you made your way into Ordinary for the first time in a long time, the décor hadn't changed and neither had the atmosphere for heavy drinking and wild dancing it seemed a strange place to be meeting for a date but Chan had assured you that it would be the perfect location and you trusted his judgement. He had long proved his sentimentality when it came to anything or anyone he treasured and, while he did have to remind you, it had been at Oddinary that you had first caught his eye. You also knew he was always incredibly romantic and very old fashioned when it came to you and your relationship. He had been cautious to move your relationship along physically after he realized your fears of him marking you, using the excuse of not wanting to lose control and do anything against your wishes, and for a while you had been content with just kisses, cuddles as sweet words but now you wanted so much more.

Making your way through patrons that were littering the walkway by the bar you felt eyes following you, you paused once you reached the corridor leading from the main bar to the kitchen and bathrooms before venturing down the dimly lit hall until you reached the very end knocking you knuckles against the door casually. A small window in the door slid open and piercing blue eyes met your own you smiled and nodded politely waiting for him to allow you entrance.

"Good evening Miss" a gruff voice answered as the door swung open to reveal a very tall thin gentleman.

"Good evening" You nodded and smiled again passing by him easily and making your way into the basement of the establishment. Chan had previously mentioned that Oddinary had catered for both humans and Oddinaries alike but not that there had been an entirely separate bar in the basement for that reason. Entering the actual club you heard the soft sounds of piano floating gracefully through out the room, red velvet drapes and dark jewel toned leathers gave the room an old world elegance that was jarring from the upstairs neon lights and pumping noise music. A few Oddinaries were seated in booths around the edge of the room including your precious Chan. Chan stood the moment he saw you enter it was his typical gentlemanly ways coming out, and it always caused you to smile, he was always able to sweep you off your feet especially when he looked like he stepped of a movie screen in his back suit and crisp white shirt.

"You look beautiful" he smiled brightly at his eyes sparkling in the low light as he took in the navy dress you had worn for him.

"Thank you Channie, you look rather gorgeous yourself" you giggled as he kissed your cheek and guided you to your seat.

"Apparently I clean up nicely when I let Hyunjin and Jeongin dress me" he admitted smirking, as he noticed you staring at him, which had the desired effect as you felt your cheeks warm up under his heated stare.

"You never did tell me why you wanted to meet here and not just at home?" You murmured as a Nymph girl appeared at your table bringing a suspiciously familiar purple shimmering drink "Is this?"

"Yes it is and no I didn't did I?" he watched as you took a small sip from the glass his eyes burning your skin where they lingered.

"Are you going to tell me now?" you teased gently biting your lower lip as you placed the glass back on the table your fingers stroking the cold surface slowly collecting the condensation on your fingertips.

"I wanted to give the boys time to all clear out of the house" he shrugged his eyes flicking between your fingers and your face "The last thing I want is any interruptions tonight my love"

"Ever the planner" you smirked feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement light up in your blood, knowing Chan would feel it too, you were pleased when he had to stifle a groan as you pressed your thighs together to feel the tiniest amount of relief.

"And you are being a rather naughty girl tonight love" You have spent far too much time with Hyunjin and Changbin he faux scolded taking a mouthful of the gin he had left sitting in front of him.

"What time did you tell the boys they needed to be out?" your voice almost a whisper

"They should all be upstairs did you not see them as you came in?" he chuckled darkly as your eyes widened slightly "Minho will be very disappointed that you don't take your safety and surroundings seriously"

"I felt eyes, I knew they were harmless and I was distracted by this incredibly attractive Vampire I was meeting here" you pouted looking away from him.

"Well I don't like the sound of that I better get you home so you are safe" he smiled suggestively standing and reaching for your hand which you gave him automatically. "Shall we love?"

You giggled as he led you back up the stairs but instead of leaving through the front bar he led you through the rear doors and straight to his car his hands wandering your shoulders, arms and back the further from the bar you got. Opening the door for you, as always, he assisted you inside before kissing your knuckles again and making his way to the drivers side beaming as he drove the pair of you home. The tension between you only grew during the short drive, you hand resting on top of the hand he had resting on your fabric covered thigh. Pulling up to the townhouse your nervous excitement only grew, the anticipation of Chan finally touching you the way you had wanted him to for weeks was almost too much for you.

Leading you into his bedroom you dropped your bag and keys on the desk under the large window only to find yourself tugged backwards pressed against Chan's hard chest.

"You can stop me anytime you need my love" he whispered seductively kissing the shell of your ear "But from the way your heart is beating I'm going to assume you are not going to want me to"

"Chan please don't stop" you gasped his hand sliding up your body pausing to gently squeeze your breasts before making its way around your throat holding you firmly to him "want this please"

"You are perfect baby" he chuckled letting you go suddenly leaving you blinking and unbalanced "I'll give you what ever you want as long as you will be a good girl for me" he spun you around to face him claiming your lips before you had a chance to focus on his face. His kiss was all consuming as though he could steal your breath from you as his plush lips glided against your own. Kissing his way down your jaw to your neck you couldn't help letting your head fall to the opposite side.

"I'll be so good Chan" you whined while he grazed the skin on your neck and shoulder with his teeth nibbling and kissing everywhere he could reach which only made him smirk against your skin sliding the strap of your dress from your shoulder.

"Can I take this off of you?" he teased lightly pulling on the zipper at the back of your dress with one hand while the other stroked across your waist.

"Yes please" you whimpered feeling almost drunk on how intense the emotions you were feeling were becoming and the feel of his hand on you. Agonizingly slowly Chan lowered the zip slipping the fabric off your body with ease leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You could hear his breath suck in sharply as he took in your mostly naked body, instantly taking the upper hand you placed your hands on his chest carefully backing him up to the bed and gently pushing him to sit.

"Love?" he murmured lowly watching you straddle his legs your hands moving to push his jacket from his broad shoulders.

"Let me help you Channie, just want to be your good girl" you cooed looking at him with your best doe eyes, starting to unbutton the shirt he was wearing fingers stroking the skin you exposed making him groan beneath you. His hard chest was a work of art and you had a sneaking suspicion the rest of him would be too as you dragged your fingers toward the fastenings of his pants.

Chan stopped you continuing by capturing your chin between his fingers holding you in place with just enough force for you to know he meant it. Pulling you in for another passionate kiss his tongue tracing the seam of your lips asking your entrance, which you gave him easily, his tongue gliding with yours as he deepened the kiss further. Lifting you from his lap he carefully laid you on the bed hovering over you as he continued to kiss you, his hands mapping your skin and making you feel as though you were on fine. You gasped as his fingered teased the edge of your underwear hooking his forefingers in the waist band he tugged them leisurely down your legs flinging them somewhere for you to find later.

"Do you still want this?" he whispered against your lips his fingers expertly slipping between your open thighs and caressing your wet slit.

"Please, yes, please" you whimpered bucking your hips slightly towards his fingers "want you Chan, only you"

Chan growled lowly letting his fingers dip between your lips and feeling how slick with arousal you were for him easily slipped a single one inside you as his thumb began its tortuously slow pace of circling your clit. Your head was spinning, you already felt like you were on fire with how much you wanted him but now you could feel how badly he desired you and it was launching you almost over the edge without him doing anything more than tease you then he added another digit to your entrance making you arch off the bed with pleasure.

"Oh gods" you moaned loudly grasping his arms and shirt so hard you though you might tear the fabric.

"Can you feel that baby? feel what you make me feel? feel what I want to do to you?" He groaned as he felt your orgasm approaching as your walls tightened around his fingers.

"Yes.... Chan... I feel it...please I need more...please" you begged from beneath, hips cantering against his hand looking for more friction.

"Good girl baby, beg for me" he growled increasing his pace and bringing you so close to the edge you were dripping onto his hand unable to do anything but arch and moan beneath him. He pulled himself away from you leaving you dazed and confused as he rapidly undressed himself before returning to you "What do you need baby?"

"You Chan. I need you" you pleaded hands moving to cup his face "Only you Chan". You watching his eyes darken until they were almost black as he slowly leaned into to kiss you again, his hard length sliding between your folds before sheathing himself inside you making you cry out in bliss as he stretched you around him.

"You're so beautiful" he moaned pounding into you remorselessly his hips slamming against yours "All mine" you mewled helplessly letting him have you however he wanted the combined emotions of the two of you causing you to lose all self control as you came hard on his cock moaning his name loudly. He slid himself from you making you whine at the loss of the feeling of him inside you, he gently repositioned you onto your knees pushing himself back inside your swollen entrance.

"Chan" you gasped desperately feeling him even deeper inside you than before he dick perfectly rubbing against your g spot as he thrusted into you slower this time. Clawing at the sheets you almost came again when he wrapped one large hand around your throat and pulled you up against his chest. You could feel how close he was as hip hips began to stutter as he continued burying himself inside you.

"Good girl, are you ready? are you sure?" he ground out between his gritted teeth.

"Please" you whimpered again overwhelmed by what you were feeling his love for you, his lust, his need to keep you with him forever and your need to stay with him. Your heart felt like it was going to burst with how intense everything felt now that you you truly understood what it meant to be his mate. Less than a second later he tilted your head to the left and you felt a sharp pain as his teeth pierced the skin of your neck, the pain faded almost as quickly as is occurred replaced instead with intense pleasure which caused you to scream as you came so hard your vision went white causing Chan to follow you over the edge filling you with his seed into your convulsing core before everything went dim. It was like everything faded away and it was just the two of you left in the world as you opened your eyes to find Chan already tending to the wound on the bottom of your neck.

"I am so sorry my love, forgive me" he murmured sadly kissing your forehead.

"I don't understand" you croaked your voice hoarse from overuse.

"I took too much, I should have made sure that Felix or Han were home to keep you safe" his voice shook as he continued to dress the wound that you realized you would wear forever.

"I am always safe with you, Chan and I always will be" you smiled reaching for his face to get him to kiss you again.

"I hurt you though" he sadly attempted to argue.

"No you didn't I'm fine I promise" you soothed peppering his face with kisses "Now please hold me" you pouted, making him sigh in defeat and gently take you into his arms pulling you to his bare chest.

"I love you" he kissed your hair as you listened to his breathing.

"I love you to Chan, forever" you smiled knowing that this was just the start of the next part of your life together.

A/N: Thank you for reading and thank you for any likes, reblogs or comments you might have you are amazing xx

Taglist: @lotus-dly, @thegoddessharmoy, @indelicate-macalino, @k-ajla12, @jumunnaa, @cutiepie25162, @pusangmamon, @3sriracha, @christopher-bangnaldoskzz, @armystay89,

[kpoppwriter]

Dating the Hyung Line ~

❧ Anon asked: Hi I really like your poly pieces 🥺 could I request how dating hyung-line of SKZ would be (Chan, Lee Know, and Changbin)? Thank you ^^

❧ A/N: I’m in Chan and Changbin brainrot so it feels like an appropriate time to write this

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

♡ omg soft boys

♡ so lovinggggg

♡ lots of physical affection

♡ like lots

♡ lots of hugs and cuddles

♡ also kisses !!

♡ Binnie is basically koala’ed to you all the time

♡ he’ll get all pouty and whiny if you try to push him off you

♡ you’ll never have to worry about not feeling loved

♡ they all frequently tell you they love you

♡ Chan and Binnie especially 

♡ you always got someone touching you 

♡ one of them gotta touch

♡ ya know, innocent touches

♡ like holding hands, an arm around your waist, a hand on your back

♡ simple things like that

♡ very giggly group

♡ also be prepared to be teased

♡ nothing too mean or anything

♡ just playful teasing

♡ Minho is usually the one that initiates the teasing

♡ omg studio dates

♡ the four of you chilling in the studio 

♡ well, you chilling while the others work

♡ they’ll constantly ask you what you think about what they’re working on 

♡ especially Chan

♡ he really values your opinion

♡ just a bunch of sweetheart 

♡ i lub them

♡ ok time for the not so sweet stuff ~

♡ y’all I believe Minho is freaky

♡ like humiliation, orgasm control, degradation type

♡ he gives off mean dom vibes 

♡ doesn’t mean he can’t be soft sometimes

♡ Chan and Changbin are real sweeties

♡ Chan does like to get a bit freaky 

♡ Changbin is a service sub when he subs

♡ no one can convince me otherwise

♡ omg Minho and Chan teaming up as doms

♡ sweet and spicyyyy

♡ why do I think Binnie has a biting thing?

♡ I know like two of them have a thing for marking

♡ also choking oop-

♡ your night will be very interesting depending on their moods

[minminyoonjii]

Stray Love Haven [Straykids Kink Series]

Welcome to minminyoonjii's Stray Love Haven Every day has a mind of its own, each day holds a different story.

Are you ready to pick yours?

Postscript: This is a 31-day plot series, as written each day has a different plot but in connection, there's solid lore so if you're interested stay tuned for the updates. All the days will be written under a hashtag called #straylovehaven. I hope you enjoy your stay.

Post postscript: The ships written for this series are both MLM and MLF based. This is a forewarning as to not surprise anyone with the sudden [You] character.

[chrisbangsbf]

you know

Pairing: Minho/Changbin

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.7k

Tags and Warnings: body worship, praise kink, porn with feelings, love confessions, light spanking, anal sex

AO3 LINK

Well, it wasn't particularly like Changbin was actually shying 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 from Minho's compliments, but they were certainly making him 𝘴𝘩𝘺.

"You know, I always figured it was just dirty talk for some people. Complimenting their partner's bodies when they're horny and stuff," Changbin admits. "Which is nice and all, but… then I realized it wasn't just that for you. You really mean it." His voice tapers off at the end, like he's trying to choke back a sound.

"Of course I do."