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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 2 years ago

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🎨 Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin… 🎨

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader, Hyunjin x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Smut

✎ Summary: Hyunjin can’t decide what to paint next, but Chan has some ideas.

✎ CW: Partner sharing, voyeurism, degradation, praise, oral sex, fingering, slight daddy kink, curse words, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (wrap it up 🫵🏻)

✎ Word count: 2,599

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The lazy afternoon in the dorm was going just as anyone expected. Han and Changbin were off doing whatever, leaving Hyunjin to sit at his easel creating his next masterpiece, while you and Chan sat on the couch watching tv, your limbs draped over his.

Chan was nonchalantly rubbing your legs, dragging his fingertips up and down from your ankles to your mid-thigh. His basketball shorts that you stole borrowed stopped right above your knees, but he used his long fingers to reach under the fabric just enough to be comforting without getting you too excited.

Hyunjin was making his cute sounds from the other room as he painted, but now the hmms and ahhhs have become uggghhhs and urggggs and then you hear a “FUCK IT.”

Next comes Hyunjin from the other room, frustrated and sulking. Chan’s hand stops mid stroke, just under the hem of the shorts.

“Flowers again, mate?” he asks.

“No, it’s her hand. I can’t get it right. I hate hands,” Hyunjin replies. He runs his paint-stained fingers through his long, blonde hair and holds them at the nape of his neck, broadening his chest as he stretches backwards. “I just need a break.”

“Come sit here,” Chan says, patting the empty spot on the couch to his right. “Let’s relax.”

Hyunjin makes his way to the couch and Chan picks up your legs to make room. Hyuniin plops down with a sigh and "thanks, hyung." Then Chan places your legs back down, heels resting on Hyunjin's thigh.

The younger boy’s eyes dart down and blood rushes to his cheeks. He awkwardly licks his pretty lips and tries his best to refocus on what’s on tv.

You and Chan both know Hyunjin has a little crush. It’s not hard to see how he stares as you walk by or readjusts himself when you get too close. Maybe this could be fun.

“How far did you get, Hyunnie?” you ask sweetly, referring to his painting but also maybe something else.

“Uh, about halfway I think. I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I wanna keep working but I think I’m done with it for today. I’m just stuck.”

He furrows his brow and sighs again. You tap his thigh with your toes.

“It’s ok, just start something new!” you encourage.

He looks down at his leg again and his blush deepens. He reaches for the pillow resting up against the couch and plops it in his lap. Chan senses the shift, giggling softly as he resumes rubbing your legs.

Hyunjin lightly clears his throat and says, “I don’t know. I’m not really feeling… inspired, you know?”

Chan’s lips curl into a smirk — the kind where you know something is brewing in that dirty mind. He says, “Well… I have an idea that may actually entertain and inspire us all.” He shoots a quick wink your way and starts rubbing your legs more slowly, teasingly. You’re starting to get the gist.

“Hmmmm,” you playfully muse, reaching toward your boyfriend’s face to fiddle with the messy curls that rest on his forehead. “What are you thinking, Channie?”

You both look at Hyunjin, who is now pressing the pillow into his lap as he stares at your legs, watching his hyung’s fingertips go up and down, up and down.

“Well, y/n, I think we should play,” Chan says, reaching his hand farther up under your shorts, lightly toying with the lace on the edge your panties. “… and I was wondering if Hyunjin would like to join us. How does that sound?”

Hyunjin’s eyes meet Chan’s, then yours.

“What? R-really? I mean, what do you mean? No, I…” he stutters and trails off, trying his best to keep his eyes on his lap and not pay attention to what’s happening around your crotch.

“It’s ok, Jinnie, you can look. I don’t mind at all,” you say with a soft smile. “You can touch, too, if you’d like.”

You tap your toes on his thigh, under the pillow. He hesitantly looks, slowly dragging his gaze up your legs to your crotch, watching Chan’s fingers rub your inner thigh. Hyunjin glances up at you, lightly smiles back, and places his left hand on one of your ankles.

“There you go, mate,” Chan encourages before turning his attention back to you, staring lovingly into your eyes as his hand travels back to your crotch, thumbing your folds over your underwear. His other hand reaches toward your chest and cups the outside of your right breast while his thumb makes small circles over your nipple. Only your thin T-shirt rests between your chest and his warm touch.

“Mmmm…” you hum, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the arm of the couch. Chan increases pressure and speed from both thumbs, aiming to get you wet through your panties.

“Can you take over on legs?” Chan asks Hyunjin, gesturing with a nod to your now-hands-free shins.

Hyunjin slowly runs his chill, slender fingers from your ankles to knees and back down, eliciting another soft moan out of you.

“What do you want, baby?” Chan asks.

“Hmm, you. Your mouth,” you say, lifting your head and opening your eyes again to meet his. With a smirk, he leans down to put his pretty lips on you, sucking on your nipple through your shirt. He’s started pushing into you through the lace, and he can feel your panties getting damp.

“Mmm, so wet for me already,” Chan muses against your chest.

Hyunjin pauses stroking your legs and you see his eyes darken.

“Chan, can I…” Hyunjin asks.

“Fine by me,” Chan replies. “But you have to ask her.”

“Mhm, touch me, Hyunne,” you answer quickly, drowning in excitement and anticipation.

Chan removes his hand from your shorts to grip your breasts as he adjusts his torso so your lips can meet. You’re so anxious to see what Hyunjin will do that you don’t even mind the lack of contact between your legs.

Chan kisses you in his usual mind-blurring, romantic fashion, and you feel Hyunjin’s hand slide up your thigh, under your shorts and toward your pussy. He hesitates right before touching you, but you arch your hips up to meet him instead.

All his hesitation seems to melt away as soon as he feels how wet you are, and he immediately pushes all four fingers up against you with a sense of urgency — like he’s making up for lost time.

Suddenly, Hyunjin pulls his hand out, and gets up to kneel next to the couch for better access. He reaches under your waistband and panties to touch you again. He fumbles for a bit until finding a comfortable angle where he can press on your clit and stick two fingers inside.

You take a quick breath in around Chan’s full lips, startled by Hyunjin’s eagerness. Chan pulls back to observe what his friend is doing, and a lightbulb seems to flicker on in his mind.

“Hyunjin, you have another canvas right?” Chan asks.

“Uh, yeah? Why?” Hyunjin answers, blindsided.

“I have a sudden urge to paint,” Chan says, sitting up and lifting your legs so he can get off the couch.

You’re intrigued, and Hyunjin is just plain confused.

“But… we’re… uh… don’t you want to do this?” Hyunjin asks nervously.

“Actually, I’m feeling rather inspired, Hyunjin.”

With that, Chan leaves the room and heads toward Hyunne’s creative space. You hear some fumbling, cursing and clanging, but then Chan is heading back to the living room carrying Hyunjin’s easel and some brushes.

“What do you think you’re doing, baby?” you ask playfully.

Chan simply raises a finger indicating you should continue to wait, and heads back to grab more supplies. He returns with a blank canvas, some markers and some small containers of paint, balancing them expertly in his toned arms.

He places everything down and begins setting up at an angle where he can clearly see the couch. He pulls up a chair and grabs a marker, ready to make a rough sketch of his next masterpiece.

“OK, you two. Give me something good,” he says, removing the marker’s lid with his teeth, holding it in his mouth.

Hyunjin smirks and turns back to you. “You good?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply. “Let’s inspire him.”

Hyunjin lowers his body back on to the couch on top of you, placing his knee between your thighs. Your hands instinctively reach for his hair, pulling him close. His soft lips crash into yours eagerly, though it takes a few seconds to get a comfortable rhythm without bumping noses.

His tongue dips in to explore your mouth like he’s trying to find a secret door in some old mansion. He runs it along your teeth, the roof of your mouth, under your tongue. He doesn’t want to miss out on a single part of you.

You reach down between you to put a hand on Hyunne’s cock over his sweats. He moans at the sudden but anticipated touch, pressing his hips down into your palm. But then he pulls back.

“No, wait,” he says. “I need to make you cum for me.”

He reaches down to grab your hand and lift it back above your head, pressing it into the couch. He does the same with your other hand before burying his face in your neck, licking and sucking and biting in a way that you’re sure will leave marks.

The sound of a zipper coming undone snaps you back to reality, and you look over to see Chan still has a marker in hand, but he’s also pulled out his cock. He strokes it slowly as he watches Hyunjin make his girl squirm.

Hyunjin pulls down the collar of your shirt with his teeth, exposing your taut nipples to the chill in the air. He goes back and forth between the two, teasing you with his tongue as he drags it slowly across your chest, leaving a trail of warm saliva.

“Use your teeth too,” Chan coaches as he draws and plays with himself. “She loves that.”

Hyunjin does as he’s told, biting down lightly at first, then harder. Chan’s right, you do love this. And Hyunne’s doing such a good job. Like he read your mind, Chan pipes up again.

“Good boy,” Chan says. “I love watching you pleasure my little slut.”

Hyunjin’s cock stiffens further at the praise, and your cunt tightens at the nickname. You love being his little slut, too.

Hyunjin reaches down to lower your shorts and you help, lifting your hips so he can easily slide both them and your panties down your legs. After a few more hard bites on your tits, he runs his tongue down to your pussy, excitedly lapping up the juices he and his hyung coaxed out of you so far.

“That’s it, taste her,” Chan says and strokes himself faster.

And Hyunjin does. He digs into you with his lips and his tongue, even biting softly. His fingers are next, thumbing your clit and reaching in to feel every part of your soaking wet cunt, just as he did with your mouth. It’s so good. So, so good.

“Make her cum. Tell that pretty whore she needs to cum for you.”

“Cum for me, please,” Hyunjin breathes into you.

You’re close, so close. Hyunne is stroking you from inside and trying to suck the life out of you through your clit and you feel it coming soon. So soon. Now. You’re gonna…

“STOP.”

Hyunjin startles and halts his movements. You both look to Chan, confused and unfulfilled.

“Not yet. She doesn’t deserve it yet,” Chan says.

Hyunne pulls his fingers out of you, and you whine as your pussy is left to the cold air when there are six perfectly capable hands in the room.

“Don’t be too sad, Princess,” Chan teases. “You don’t want to miss out on his big cock, do you? It would be such a shame if he couldn’t stretch you out, make you scream.”

Your hips involuntarily thrust upward at the thought.

“Please, Jinnie, fuck me,” you plead.

Hyunjin wastes no time pulling his dick out and rubbing its head on your clit.

“Beg for it,” Hyunjin answers.

Both you and Chan are happily surprised by his confidence. Chan chuckles behind the easel and a mischievous smile spreads across your lips.

“Please, god please. I need you, Hyunjin,” you beg. “I need your thick cock. I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” Chan cuts you off. “Hear that, Hyunjin? She’s so desperate for you she’d do anything.”

“What are you thinking, Chan?” Hyunjin asks playfully.

“Hmmm, I’m thinking we stuff her,” he replies. “You ravage her her tight cunt while I fuck her beautiful mouth.”

“Deal,” Hyunjin says.

He quickly pushes inside you, moving in and out at a good pace. Chan cockily stands up and walks toward you, his stiff cock upright and leaking pre-cum. You turn your head toward him and open your mouth, ready to taste him.

“Good girl,” Chan says, stroking your hair. “You’re taking his cock so well. And you look so beautiful while he fucks you.”

He leans down to kiss your forehead before angling his hips toward your face and gently pushing himself into your mouth. You close your lips around him and press your tongue firmly up to his shaft, preparing to let him take the lead like he loves to do.

Chan places a hand on your head to keep you steady and begins thrusting in and out. He tries to adapt to Hyunjin’s pace to meet you as your body shifts up and down with Hyunjin’s strong pumps into your tight pussy.

The sound of moaning fills the room as both men thrust in and out, in and out. Chan holds and rubs your scalp while Hyunjin uses the hand not steadying your hips to play with your nipples again. It’s not long before you feel yourself finally reaching the climax you were so rudely denied before.

You lift a hand to Chan’s thigh and meet his eyes, and he knows you’re almost there.

“Should we let her cum this time, Hyunjin?” Chan asks. “She’s been such a good slut.”

“I think so,” Hyunjin replies. “She deserves it now, taking both of us so well.”

“Hmmm I guess you’re right. You can cum, sweetheart,” Chan says sweetly, and you’re finishing on Hyunjin’s dick almost at his words alone.

“I’m gonna… ughhhg… too…” Hyunjin says, barely holding on until he senses you’re done to pull out and finish on your stomach.

“Good boy,” Chan praises then looks back to you. “Do you want Daddy’s cum too, y/n?”

You give him the yes eyes and then he’s cumming too, coating your throat in him. You love the way he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes closed, and watching from this angle is truly something beautiful.

He pulls out of your mouth and plants a soft kiss on your lips before reaching for tissues to tidy everyone up. As Hyunjin is cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach, he suddenly remembers the painting.

“Oh, Chan, what did you actually paint?” he asks.

“OH!” Chan exclaims.

He does that cute little skip over to the easel, picking up the canvas and turning it to face you. It’s literally just… lines. Scribbles.

“You did… nothing,” Hyunjin says, almost with disappointment. “On a perfectly good canvas.”

You, on the other hand can’t stop laughing. Chan is giggling, too.

“I’ll buy you another, man, it’ll be OK.”

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