#wayv yangyang smut

[muselin]

Hmmm 🧐 so difficult to choose! Let’s show WayV some love. So number 2, WayV eating out afab reader???? Please please??

WayV Wildcards - Oral (them giving)

Who: WayV x afab!reader

What: smut ⛔️🔞 WayV eating you out, oral

A/N: I started writing this before the announcement but for those who don't know yet, a couple of days ago Lucas and SM Entertainment made an official statement saying he is leaving WayV and NCT. There was no reference made to his Super M activities, however SM did not state he is leaving the company and said he wil be focusing on solo activities. I don't know how everyone feels about Lucas but I know some people still like to read for him, so I've written for him too but put his section at the bottom in case you want to stop and turn back before it.

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Kun

"Just relax," Kun's voice glided over your consciousness. He was half cradling you in his arms as you leaned against him, his fingers rolling slowly over you clit. Just as you sighed he tipped your chin up, capturing your lips in an open kiss and coaxing out your tongue to play with his.

Your wetness started coating the tips of Kun's fingers and he groaned against your lips. He lowered you down onto your back and slid down over your body to lie between your legs. He looked up at you as he spread your folds with two fingers and licked a wide stripe up your slit, lapping up your wetness. You moaned, bucking your hips up into his face and Kun calmly placed a hand on your hip, pressing you back down and still for him. He ran his tongue flat over your clit and back down, teasing your entrance with the tip. One hand rubbed over your thigh soothingly while the other joined his tongue in teasing you.

Kun looked up as he suckled on your clit and eased one finger into you, watching your lips fall open at the drag of his digit against your walls.

"Mmm..."

His eyes drifted shut as he got lost in your warmth and softness.

Ten

"Ohh, oh fuck..." Ten swore through a smile, biting his lip as you took all of his length into your mouth. You teased him, fingers tracing lightly over his balls and lower over his entrance.

"Wait, wait, why don't we multitask," Ten said breathlessly and suddenly you found yourself being gripped at the waist and flipped around, your body laying over his with your thighs around his head.

"Keep doing what you're doing," Ten ordered you hurriedly and you felt his hands press down on your ass, bringing your pussy down over his mouth. You resumed licking over his cock but had to pause when Ten placed a messy open mouthed kiss on your folds, tongue swiping over your entrance.

He moaned high and pretty against your pussy when you licked a stripe over the head of his cock down to his balls and let the tip of your tongue tickle underneath. His lips were everywhere, kissing and suckling at your clit, your lips and just below your other entrance. He latched onto your clit, sucking harshly and you moaned out loud, trying to get back at him by swallowing his length down all the way and teasing the tip of your finger inside him. Ten half-moaned and half-chuckled and raised his head higher, tongue probing your ass.

"Ohh baby, don't stop..."

Winwin

Winwin knelt between your legs as he held them spread open, one over the arm of the sofa. His kisses were too sweet, running up the inside of your thighs and he sighed every once in a while when you ran your fingers through his hair. At the same time you knew he was teasing, getting close to your pussy but never landing where you really needed him. You tugged on his hair lightly, bucking your hips up.

"Stop teasing," you whined. Winwin only smiled mischievously, continuing to kiss everywhere but where you wanted. You pulled on his hair harder and he groaned, his face finally centering over your folds and he gave the tiniest flick of his tongue over your clit. You tried to pull his hair again but the second you tightened your grip on his strands a big hand locked around your wrist and pulled your hand away.

Winwin looked up at you, a flash of something in his dark eyes. They didn't leave yours as he let go of your hand and fixed you with his gaze, slowly sliding two fingers into you. You groaned low and desperate and he continued to watch you as he kitten-licked over your clit, out of pace with his fingers which started thrusting deep and quick into you.

Xiaojun

"Can't it wait? I just got back from work," you said, half-amused and half-exasperated at Xiaojun's utter lack of patience.

"No," he said simply and tugged you to the bedroom, peeling your clothes off of you with such speed and precision that you barely had the time to move or say anything else. Xiaojun sat you down on the edge of the bed and promptly kneeled between your bare thighs.

"I feel like I can't last a whole day without tasting you now," he murmured, his lips poised just over your clit.

Before you could respond, you felt warmth and softness descend on your sensitive bud. Xiaojun hummed in satisfaction as he enveloped your clit into his mouth and sucked once, then ran his tongue down your slit. When your juices hit his tongue he groaned from somewhere deep in his throat and it made you feel light-headed. Your hands trailed down your own body, resting on your thighs, and Xiaojun twined his fingers with yours as he continued his indulgence in your pussy.

Hendery

His pretty eyes searched for yours as he lapped between your legs. Hendery alternated between pressing his tongue flat against your clit and teasing it with rapid flicks of the tip, enjoying the way your moans turned into sighs from the former and how they got more whiny and desperate from the latter.

You caught him staring at you and he smiled while mid-swipe. He searched for your hand and brought it over to his head, giving you permission to guide him. You used the opportunity to press his head even closer to you and he responded by running his tongue down your folds, taking your lips into his mouth to suckle and play with. Your eyes drifted shut as your head rolled backwards into the pillow and your hips rolled into Hendery's face.

"Nuh-uh," he hummed in between his suckling motions, "I said look at me."

It took some effort to keep focused on his gaze but you obliged, just in time for Hendery to dip his head lower, still watching you as he slowly penetrated you with his tongue as deep as he could reach. It was too much to watch and feel that all at once and your eyes squeezed shut once more.

"Nah-ah-ahhh...," a lilting, melodic tone objected.

Yangyang

His little moans and sighs drove you crazy. You watched Yangyang hold your thighs spread wide as he buried his tongue inside of you, at the same time grinding his hips against the mattress.

"You taste so fucking good," he whined, his voice breaking into a whisper halfway through and his pretty face scrunching up in pleasure as he brought one hand down to stroke himself.

"Mmm, are you gonna cum for me," you teased, running your fingers down the side of his face and grinding your hips up and down, drenching his lips in your wetness even more. You only got a higher-pitched groan from Yangyang but that wouldn't do. You grabbed his hair and held his face flush against your pussy. His tongue sunk into your entrance, licking up as far inside you as he could reach and the noise he let out was obscene.

"What was that, baby?"

"N-no," he mumbled against your clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard, making your breath hitch. "You first."

Lucas

He was the one kneeling in front of you but somehow you didn't feel very much in control. Lucas had a wide grin on his face as his tongue worked over your clit, keeping the pressure steady but easing back into only the lightest flicks when your moans rose in pitch. He pumped one finger into you and the wet noise of his movements was slowly getting louder as well.

"When will you let me cum," you begged. You'd been at this for what felt like hours, your juices running and running over Lucas's big palm. "Please, please Lucas, fuck..."

The lust darkened in his eyes and he watched you like a hawk, smiling even wider.

"But I'm having too much fun, don't feel like stopping yet." He hooked his finger inside you and sought out the spot that made you want to scream.

You gripped the edge of the kitchen table you sat on so hard that your joints ached, your breath came in fast and uneven. It spurred something on in Lucas and he worked your clit fast and hard, dragging your body closer by your hip.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," you barely managed before you were spilling over his fingers. Lucas groaned so low that you felt it vibrate in your chest. Before you had a chance to catch your breath you felt his finger leaving your heat and you screamed when your walls were suddenly stretched by his thick cock.

[thetypingpup]

fuckboy yangyang so hot… he acts so cocky but i cant help but imagine him falling apart when being overstimmed with a vibe OH MY GAW

the buzzing sound intensifies as you turn up the vibrations, his body jolting in response. panting, he grasps the sheets, fingers curling into the fibers of linen for dear life. his legs fall open wider, letting you see how he clenches around the vibrating plug nestled deep in his ass.

"please," he whines, not even knowing what he's begging for anymore, "please please please."

you turn the setting down for a brief moment to allow him to breathe, smiling at the way his chest heaves to gulp down as much air as he can, rasping gasps escaping his throat. smirking, you push his hair back off his face so you can fully see the wanton expression on his face. he trembles beneath you, his entire body thrumming from the vibrations.

if only the people at that party knew how much of a mess he becomes. out there among the throngs of people, he's confident, cocky enough to think that he can have whatever he wants whenever he wants. but in here, behind closed doors, he's nothing but a wanton mess completely at your mercy, and you love that. those cocky smirks are traded in for faraway glances and begging stares, sly smiles and sultry stares fading from view. right now he's almost on the verge of tears, dark eyes glassy and bright. he's already cum, with cum streaked over his abdomen. you've already ruined him, but you plan on ruining him some more.

you kiss him deeply, taking the lead, and he lets his lips part for you to slide your tongue into his mouth. pressing the remote, you turn the vibrations up once more, smirking to yourself as his high pitched whine resounds in your mind as he whimpers into your mouth.

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 10: virginity

nct/wayv 1.4k words female reader insert Reader x Liu Yangyang NSFW

🖤 warnings: outing your bro as a total virg, secret crushes, situation-typical coercion, overuse of brospeak/yangspeak🖤

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"I'm not a fucking virgin. Get out of my room."

Yangyang's voice holds more vitriol than you've probably ever heard from him, and that's how you know that you and Renjun - mostly Renjun - have officially crossed a line.

"It was just a joke," says Renjun.

You smile, but it feels more like a grimace on your face. "Obviously it was a little-"

"I mean, sorry if you're sensitive about it," he continues, absolutely unapologetic. "Like, okay, Xiao Dejun, way to be mad about nothing."

Yangyang fixes him with a look that would send a lesser zodiac sign running. "I told you to get out of my room."

Renjun, Aries sun, just shrugs. "If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be so mad."

But Renjun does leave, and you follow him out, giving Yangyang another pleading smile that he misses entirely as he turns around to clamp his headphones over his ears and glare at his computer screen.

What was supposed to be a chill night in Yangyang's apartment is ruined. His roommate is out of town and everything (Ten is cool but he's overbearing, and he wins every single board game that the lot of you try to drunkenly play, so you don't miss him this time).

But Renjun had been bragging about his latest hookup-turned-Something, with an insufferable guy from the music department, when the cursed line had been uttered.

Yangyang had showed about three seconds of disinterest, and Renjun had snapped, "At least I'm getting some. Not like some adult virgins we know."

It was vague but pointed, undeniably mean. Renjun can be mean, everyone knows that, but it's not usually used against any of the friend group. That's why, at this sudden slight from one of his closest friends, Yangyang immediately blushed an angry pink and lost his shit.

The two of you were banished from Yangyang's bedroom, where the PS5 is, but not from the apartment yet, so Renjun makes himself at home on the couch while you head to the kitchen for a beverage of some kind. And to clear your head.

You'd never even thought about Yangyang's virginity status before. Why would you? He's your friend, a dorm neighbor from freshman year who turned into a friend after one too many floor parties spent together.

Renjun really called him out, and from the over-the-top anger he'd received in return, you can't help but think that Renjun was one hundred percent right. You go on the occasional date that the boys know about, and Renjun is mostly out of his thot phase now but there was a while back there when he was getting around impressively. Ten, Kun, Chenle...even Dejun has incredible cringefail dick game.

But Yangyang...

"Did you really have to say that?" you ask, joining Renjun on the couch with a bottled coffee thing that you're pretty sure is Ten's.

He glances at the drink. "Ten-ge is gonna be pissed."

"Because you were kind of out of pocket."

"I didn't think he'd be so..." Renjun sighs. "I'll apologize when he chills out."

That's a good plan, in theory.

Only in theory, though, because Yangyang doesn't chill out. Not for the rest of the evening.

After another hour or so on the couch with you, Renjun knocks on his bedroom door, to no answer. He calls it a night and heads home soon after that.

You stick around.

The dude very obviously had his feelings hurt, and eventually he's going to need to talk about it. Ten is usually the one who gets Yangyang to open up, but he's not here, so you think you're probably the next best thing. A very far second.

It's a dumb thing for anyone to be upset about. Especially someone as interesting and funny as Yangyang, someone so cute, so attracti-

Well. No reason to go overboard.

You knock on Yangyang's door, this time. It's late now, creeping closer to midnight, but you know that Yangyang doesn't sleep until the sun comes up again.

He doesn't answer. You knock harder.

The door flies open, Yangyang's snarling face on the other side. "Jesus fuck, Renjun, go shove a-"

"He went home," you interrupt.

"Then you should-"

"Can we talk?" you ask. "Pretty please?"

"About what? All the ass I'm not getting?"

You shrug. "If that's how you wanna phrase it, I guess."

It wouldn't surprise you if Yangyang stuck to his guns on this, but he sighs. He lets the door fall open more, as he turns on his heel to head back to his gaming chair.

"Can't wait until Hyuck and the whole hip-hop team know that I'm perpetually bitchless," Yangyang says.

There's a second of pause while you try desperately to figure out who Hyuck is - Renjun's fuckbuddy, that's it. The mop-headed one that Ten hates. And then you move to sit on Yangyang's bed.

"Renjun wouldn't do that," you say. "He felt really bad."

"He never feels bad."

That's kind of true, but still. "You guys are friends. He wouldn't wanna, like, fuck up your life on that scale."

"People are gonna know that I'm bitchless, and then no one will ever talk to me again."

"Stop saying bitchless, it's weird," you say. "And I really don't think anyone cares."

Yangyang spins his chair around to face you, your knees nearly touching as he looks at you with imploring puppy eyes. "It's not like I'm not trying, dude."

"Third-wheeling Ten to Johnny Suh's frat parties does not count as trying."

He ignores you. "I wanna get laid. It's just a lot of work, and people are so fake, and-"

"Just fuck someone you know," you interrupt. "It's either a total stranger, or someone you know well. Those are the best choices.

"Really?"

"In my experience, yes."

There's a beat of silence, and then, slowly, Yangyang's face breaks into a devious, awful grin.

It takes you another few seconds to figure it out.

"No!"

"Oh, come on!" he whines.

"Not if we were the last two people on earth!"

"You're already here!"

You scoff. "Oh, yeah, because that helps your case so much. Just what everyone wants to hear. 'You're convenient!'"

"It's not like that," Yangyang says. "You know I think you're amazing."

You're unreasonably touched, for an instant, by his choice of flattery. Not hot, not cool. Amazing.

"I know you're desperate, but it's a bad idea," you say.

But even as you protest, you know how you feel.

Yangyang is a good friend, a buddy. He's also irresistibly charming and quick, increasingly handsome as he's grown into his features over the few years you've known him. You've kind of got a soft spot for him, more than for any of your other friends, and you're suspecting that he kind of knows it.

"Fine," he says. "I'm just going to deal with my virg sadness by rubbing one out."

"Ew."

As if daring you, Yangyang slips his stupid cutoff tee over his head, standing there in just his low-slung shorts. He dramatically walks the semicircle around you and flops down on his back on the other side of the bed. You eye the pale jut of his ribs against his skinny torso, the wispiest excuse for a happy trail-

"You can leave. Or you can stick around," he says. "Y'know. If you want."

"You wouldn't dare-"

But he dares, hands going to the buckle of his thick cloth belt.

Well.

Ten's not home, and won't be home all week. Renjun is gone.

You stand up from the bed, as Yangyang is still undoing his belt with agonizing slowness, and slam and lock his bedroom door. Can't be too careful. Lots of people know the passcode to get in here. And the last thing you want is Guanheng or Chenle or someone coming in here and seeing this.

Seeing you, as you throw the last of your caution right out the slightly-popped window and climb right onto the bed again.

Right onto Yangyang.

He yelps, like he thinks you're attacking him, as you move to sit on top of his thighs, effectively pinning him to the mattress. The open belt and button of his shorts is tempting, though the thick band of his boxers has been visible the whole time anyway.

Yangyang's face, however, is just intrigued. Flustered, a bit, but not scared. His hands twitch against his covers like he wants to touch you, but isn't sure if he can.

"Do you actually wanna be un-virginized?" you ask, annoyed despite all of your interest (how did you get here?!).

He nods as well as he can, hair fanning against his pillow. "So badly."

Your heart is fluttering. You hate to admit it.

"Then it's your lucky day."

[kpopsexstories]

Updated Master List, August 2024

In light of my recently announced new Gay K-pop Smut series, and the fact that I'll soon be announcing the next group to get a "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." series, I've updated the Master List of all my smut stories. It's now clearer and even easier to find stories that you'll like, based on both group and what series each story is from 😊

While doing this I also went through all my published stories to see which have received the most attention recently, to get an idea of what type of stories you like the most. The following stories stood out:

Jisung with an older woman. Jisung seems to be popular in general (he's requested a lot and his stories all do well), and I personally really like this story. It was recently published but got traction straight away.

Jaemin Part 1 and Part 2 of his "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." story. This story was very slow to take off and passed by largely unnoticed. It's much more story-driven and a bit different from other stories, so I figured that was why. Now, however, it suddenly received a surge of readers, which I'm happy about considering how long it took to write.

Backstage sex with Jungkook. Another disappointment when this was published. Like Jaemin, Jungkook's story went by largely ignored. The sex in it is wilder and rougher, and it is the longest story I've published at almost 10,000 words. I figured that was why, but now it has been reblogged/shared with a little surge of likes as a result. That thrills me, because it's one of my personal favorites :)

Backstage sex with Haechan. This one was well received when it came out, and it's been growing steadily and dynamically ever since. It's still one of my most popular stories. Haechan seems to be a liked character, and perhaps you enjoyed the dirty talk angle in this one.

Jaehyn has cyber sex with his girlfriend. Another below-average release at the time, which more people has since found. Personally this is not my favorite story, but it does something a little different.

Haechan gives Mark and Jungwoo hand jobs in the shower. I believe I posted about this one a few weeks ago, in response to a question about gay stories. Perhaps that's why it's received more attention recently. I think the title says it all :)

In a game of Truth or Dare, Yangyang has sex with his girlfriend while Ten is watching. For the same reason that Haechan's story above got traction recently, I highlighted this story about Yangyang and Ten in another post a while ago, which might explain its recent popularity.

Jisung pulls out and explodes on your stomach. This is my shortest and one of the most popular stories. It grew by ~20 likes in a week, long after it was first published.

Mark gives his girlfriend anal on his birthday. I really liked the story in this one, more so than how the sex turned out. It was average in terms of popularity at the time of release, and I don't think I've mentioned this story recently, but it's on a steady rise all the time so it does something right.

Jungwoo shares a girl with Johnny. This story surged recently, possibly as more people discovered the "member interaction" stories I highlighted a few weeks ago. It appears a lot of people like it when several idols are involved in the sex act :)

[hencheri]

Imagine wayv maknae line gangbanging reader? (noncon) ALSO MORE MEAN DOM XIAOJUN?

18+. mdni.

warnings: gangbang, noncon, physical violence.

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yangyang didn't have any mean intentions. not at all. upon seeing you, he just thought about your face and the harmony of it. your hair, how it dripped over your shoulders. and your cleavage, a gold heart pendant sitting on your chest.

he liked how you looked and how polished your appearance was. it felt like looking at an angel, stomach churning at the mere sight of a beautiful girl like you.

maybe he had a few dirty thoughts. like how perky your nipples would be without your top on, or how plushy your thighs would feel in his hands.

but that's when he realized he shouldn't have stared at you for so long, xiaojun and hendery noticing what — or rather who — had caught the youngest's attention.

yangyang has always been aware of the foul way his friends treat girls. to be honest, just hearing them talk makes him uncomfortable sometimes. especially xiaojun.

he says things in such a nonchalant manner it sends shivers down yangyang's spine. the evil gleam in xiaojun's eyes when he explains what he wants to do to you is enough to alert him that he might be serious this time. it's always followed with hendery's laugh, turning everything into a joke.

he's learned to smile along with his friends' laughs, bashfully looking away as what was said made his cock jump more than once.

yangyang isn't like them, ideas like these don't occur in his mind. at least it isn't frequent. but xiaojun and hendery are his closest friends since literally forever, so perhaps the scene happening in front of him doesn't frighten him as much as he pretends to.

you're sobbing so loud he wonders how nobody still hasn't heard anything coming from the dark alleyway they're in. hendery holds you from behind, his hands wrapped around both of your arms. he's looking over your shoulders, watching xiaojun coming closer to you as he keeps you from moving away.

xiaojun lifts up your top, revealing your stomach, heaving up and down rapidly. "give me your cig," he tells yangyang, looking at your skin, pretty goosebumps all over it.

"... what?" yangyang hesitantly mutters, but he clearly heard what his friend said. he just doesn't want to believe he's going to do what he thinks he will.

"give it to me," he repeats, now shooting him a glare.

he hears another one of your sobs and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, still lit up, passing it to xiaojun. he does just what he thought he would.

xiaojun presses the burnt end onto your stomach and you let out a scream that will surely stay in yangyang's mind for a while. xiaojun could only describe it as the most beautiful and truthful sound he's ever heard.

hendery holds you from squirming too much, keeping your back against his chest. "how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his breath brushing over your neck making you wince. "hm?" he encourages you to answer, a little too eager.

"it hurts!" you cry out, and of course it does. but you obviously don't see it in the right way.

"dejun, come on..."

it makes the oldest roll his eyes, huffing out. "what?" he says, visibly irritated. "think you're better than that? than us?" xiaojun turns to yangyang, looking at him like he's missing the point — the whole sense of it. "i know you better than anyone else, yangyang."

he stares at him one last time, "leave if you want."

the smile on xiaojun is big when yangyang doesn't leave, but also gets driven by his own deepest desires — the very ones he swore he didn't have.

his cock is filling you up entirely, thrusting back and forth inside of you with his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you up. yangyang's eyebrows frown as xiaojun twists your hair around his fist, raising your head up so your leaky eyes meet his.

your angelic features are ruined, drippy mascara dusting your cheeks instead of your red blush. yangyang's partially the cause of it, even before he pushed his length in your pussy. you were destined to be ruined the moment he laid eyes on you.

[xomakara]

All About You

SUMMARY | You and your five boyfriends go on a trip. PAIRING | NCT ‘00 Line/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, gangbang, multiple penetration, sex in general, filthy sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6K words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Oh lord…please excuse me as I go dunk myself in holy water.

"Baby, are you close?" Haechan whispered in your ear as he stroked your cheek.

"Fuck, Haechan...I'm so close." You could barely get the words out through your panting breath.

"Fuck, she's clenching down on me!" Jeno groaned, his breathing matching yours, "She must be very close, because it feels like she's squeezing the life out of my dick."

Haechan let out a chuckle and stroked your hair back gently, watching as you bounced on Jeno's cock, taking him all the way inside of you, causing you to tremble with pleasure at how good you felt wrapped around his thick shaft. He moved his hand up from your hip to the small of your back and squeezed gently. "It looks like your body is craving more."

"Mmm..." You moaned and then quickly corrected yourself, "Not that I don't love what we're doing now, but I need to feel something more inside of me too."

Jeno started thrusting faster now and Haechan stopped rubbing your ass to move his other hand to the front of your body, resting it on your clit. He lightly pinched it as he continued moving your hips up and down on Jeno's cock. "That's right, baby. Fuck your little pussy harder for us."

You bit your lip as you rode Jeno's cock faster. Your legs were starting to shake now, which only intensified your need for release. "Oh god, Haechan, I'm gonna come so hard..."

"Did she come yet?" You heard Jaemin asking Haechan as they watched you ride Jeno's dick. There was no mistaking the lust in his voice. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting off on this just as much as you were.

"Kitten," Renjun whispered in your ear. "Does Jeno's cock feel good? Tell us how it feels."

"So good...so fucking good..." You whimpered, feeling Jeno's cock throbbing inside of you.

"Our little dumpling must be close." Yangyang muttered from his spot in the corner, watching you riding Jeno's cock with nothing but a towel covering him. "And that tight pussy of hers is milking his cock for everything it's worth."

"Baby, you look so damn hot right now." Haechan whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses along your neck, letting them linger near your collarbone. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against Haechan's chest.

"Oh my god, I'm coming..."

Your body shook from the waves of pleasure washing over you and you cried out as Jeno began filling your insides with his warm seed. You clenched down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls, but the man simply refused to let go. He kept grinding into you, his dick still hard, even after he had finished shooting his load deep inside of you. As he held himself inside of you, your body shuddered uncontrollably, your face buried in Haechan's chest as you trembled and cried from the blissful aftershocks of orgasmic bliss coursing through your body. It took you several minutes before you could regain control of your body enough to slide off of Jeno and collapse on the bed beside him.

Jaemin came to your side in an instant, kissing you deeply as you reached out to grasp his naked chest. "How does our little Y/N feel? Do you want more?"

Ever since you and your five boyfriends moved in together, your sex life has become a daily ritual of steamy threesomes, late night drunken sessions and even spontaneous gang bangs. You can never get enough of each other and it's all thanks to you being open minded and not putting labels on anything that goes on between you.

To the outside world, you and Haechan were just a couple that loved each other deeply and unconditionally, but that was just one side of the story. They knew about Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang but most people assumed that you were all just friends. And while they may have thought that the six of you had settled into an unbreakable bond, they couldn't possibly know what really went on behind closed doors.

You laid in bed, trying to compose yourself as you listened to your boyfriends talking about how well the night went. Jaemin was whispering sweet words in your ear, praising how much of a good girl you'd been, saying that you made sure to make everyone feel good, how you deserved to have such good men worship you. The others were making similar comments about how they had all enjoyed themselves, but Jeno sounded especially proud.

You smiled softly to yourself and glanced over to see Haechan smiling at you with pure adoration. He was your whole world. No matter how many times you came, or how many orgasms you gave out, you would always return to him, unable to find anyone else who could match the passion you shared with him. Even though he was your first real boyfriend, he would always hold a special place in your heart because he taught you how to love, and trust.

As your thoughts drifted to Haechan's strong arms wrapped around you and his firm lips caressing your skin, you remembered another reason why you loved Haechan so much: Because he had introduced you to the other four men who would change your life forever. You had five men who loved you as their own and wanted to share you with each other, without any rules or limits. And the best part was, no matter what happened, you would always have Haechan there to take care of you, loving you with all of his heart.

"Baby, you okay? Are you feeling sore?" Haechan kissed your forehead tenderly as he replaced Jeno's spot on the bed.

"No, I'm fine...just thinking about tonight makes me tired." You said and buried your head in his chest.

"Ahhh...that's understandable. It takes a lot of energy for us to fuck that tight little pussy of yours over and over again." Jeno laughed as he caressed your thigh. "But don't worry; we'll let you rest tomorrow. We'll go ahead and get cleaned up for now."

You snuggled closer to Haechan, smiling to yourself as you felt Renjun and Yangyang clean your body with washclothes and soap, gently wiping away every last trace of sweat and semen from your flushed skin. As you drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that these five men would protect you and make sure that you always had what you needed, you couldn't help but smile.

"I feel like I've been torn in half." You groaned the next morning, your head on Jaemin's shoulder. "I swear, if my vagina hurts anymore, I might die."

"You say that all the time, bunny." Jaemin laughed. "But you still want us to fuck you senseless, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. You guys are just lucky I'm built like a goddamn pole. You all can use me however you want."

Renjun chuckled as he joined in the conversation. "I think it's safe to say that there isn't a man alive who doesn't want to bend our little Y/N over and take her for a ride."

"Speaking of rides..." Jeno piped up, placing his hand under your chin and turning your head to meet his eyes, "we have some news to share with you."

Yangyang cleared his throat. "Yeah...we talked about it last night, and decided to take a trip to Busan. We'd thought it would be nice to take a vacation together before school starts."

Jaemin nodded, "We all really wanted to do this. You deserve a nice vacation and this is something that we've been wanting to do for a long time."

"Really? A road trip?" You asked, perking up a bit at the prospect of spending some alone time with the guys.

"Really, really." Haechan said as he walked into the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and sat down next to you. "Are you excited?"

You grinned. "Very."

"Okay, great." Haechan kissed you again and then turned his attention to the others. "Well, what do you say, guys? Shall we pack up and hit the road?"

The guys began chattering amongst themselves, discussing what they should bring with them and where they should stop along the way. After they had finally settled on what they were going to bring and where they would stay during their vacation, you stood up from the table and stretched, yawning loudly. "I guess I better get ready for the day. Let me get my bag packed and I'll be ready to go."

"I'll drive today." Jaemin volunteered. "I wanna see if I can break any land speed records."

"Oh yeah?" You asked, feigning surprise. "Should I start counting miles or something?"

He chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. When you're not fucking one of us, that is."

You rolled your eyes. "Is sex all you guys think about?"

"Only if it's with you, Y/N." Yangyang winked at you. "But yeah, we can't get enough of your pussy either."

Renjun nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, same here. Those cute tits of yours keep me up at night."

Jeno nodded his head, "That sweet, tight little pussy keeps us up at night too. That pussy is seriously the perfect blend of creamy smoothness and dripping wet, wet nectar. Every time I taste it, it's like I've died and gone to heaven."

You groaned and buried your head in Haechan's chest as he let out a chuckle. "Man, you guys are hopeless."

They all laughed as you walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. You shed your clothes, stepped into the shower, and stood in the hot water as it washed over your skin. With each passing second, you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly leaving your body and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

Just as you started to drift off, a hand suddenly gripped your hip tightly and spun you around so that you were facing Haechan. Burying his face in your wet hair, he whispered huskily in your ear, "Don't fall asleep now, baby. Wouldn't want you to get hurt. Stay awake, okay?"

"Do I finally get some alone time with my Haechannie? Or will the other boys come in and steal me away?" You giggled softly.

"It's just me, love." Haechan said, grabbing the shampoo and dispensing it into his hands. He lathered your hair. "Just you and me."

"I love you, Haechan." You leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Haechan hummed softly as he continued to wash your hair. "I love you too, baby. Don't forget that."

When Haechan was done rinsing you off, he led you out of the shower and dried you off gently with a large fluffy white towel. Once he was satisfied that you were completely dry, he took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. "Come on, sleepy head. Time to get dressed and get going."

After you had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, Haechan scooped you up in his arms and carried you out to the living room. You watched as he placed you on the couch and hurried over to grab your backpack.

Your stomach grumbled as you looked around the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be occupied with packing their things.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Y/N." Renjun announced.

Jaemin smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, babe. Let's go get some food for you. We'll eat breakfast, then load up the car and leave. Sounds good?"

"That sounds great." You replied and cuddled close to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything, you guys."

"Aw, shucks. Thank you for coming with us." Jeno smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips. "And you know we wouldn't have gone anywhere without you, right?"

Yangyang kissed you on the cheek and pulled you close. "This trip wouldn't have been the same without you. Just remember that."

"I know." You said and gave him a quick hug.

After all of the guys had finished packing up, they gathered around the kitchen table to eat a quick meal before hitting the road. After finishing off a plate full of scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns, you were stuffed.

"Alright, I think I'm good to go." You laughed as you pushed your plate away from you.

Jeno smiled. "Good, 'cause I don't want to carry you to the car."

You giggled and patted his cheek playfully. "Uh huh, you say that but I know you'd enjoy it too much."

Everyone laughed as you got up from the table and followed Jaemin out of the house. When you reached the driveway, you saw the two cars that were being loaded up.

Haechan opened your door for you and held out his hand. "Ready?"

"Yep!" You grabbed his hand and he helped you climb into the passenger seat of the jeep. Before you knew it, you were backing out of the driveway and heading toward Busan.

As the sky darkened overhead, you glanced outside of the window and noticed that the town had begun to fade into the distance. The mountains that loomed over the valley were growing larger and more prominent, drawing closer and closer until they enveloped the entire landscape, making it impossible to see anything but darkness.

Suddenly, the car stopped moving as Haechan pulled into a rest stop. You watched the other car pull up behind you and soon both vehicles came to a halt.

"Y/N!" Yangyang shouted as he bounded out of the other jeep and made his way to open your door, only to bury his face in your hair. "I missed you."

You patted his head. "Yangyang, we were just separated by cars. It's not the same thing as actually being apart."

Jaemin pouted as he emerged from the driver's side of the other jeep. "Man, he beat me to get Y/N's attention first."

Renjun shrugged and got out of the other jeep, smiling brightly at you. "Well, hello there, cutie. How's my favorite girlfriend doing? Being stuck in the car with Haechan and Jeno didn't make you go crazy?"

You shook your head. "Not even a little bit."

"Good girl." Renjun ran his fingers through your hair. "Now, are you hungry? We have a little while until we reach Busan."

"Actually, I am kind of hungry." You admitted. "What do you guys have?"

"There's some watermelon, grapes and pretzels in the cooler in the trunk." Renjun informed you. "There's also a picnic basket in there with sandwiches and other snacks in it. We also brought along a few bottles of water."

"Sounds delicious." You laughed as you leaned back against the seat. "Now feed me."

Once everyone had finished eating, Haechan switched off the headlights and opened the windows. The cool breeze caressed your cheeks and played with your hair, sending chills down your spine. Your eyes fell upon the mountain range ahead of you and you felt an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder as the deep purple of the night sky glowed eerily in the background. In spite of how dark it was outside, you could clearly make out every detail of the mountains as they rose high above you, looming silently in the night air. The moon cast a gentle glow across the landscape and illuminated every path of its journey, leading you through a picturesque wilderness.

You leaned out the window to watch Yangyang and Renjun converse quietly beside you. Their voices floated through the wind and surrounded you as you listened to the hushed tones of their voices. From time to time, they would look over at you and smile warmly, reassuring you with every glance. You blushed at their constant adoration of you and you tried your best to pay attention to their conversation. They were discussing how busy school was going to be when they returned to Seoul.

"Hey, baby. Are you getting tired?" Haechan whispered softly into your ear.

“Just a little.” You let out a small yawn. “But, honestly, it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, I couldn’t possibly ever be tired.”

Haechan gazed at you lovingly. "Good answer. Let’s take over the backseat when we get back on the road. Jeno can take over the driving while we sleep.”

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." You mumbled, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.

As soon as the car was in motion again, Haechan crawled into the backseat and tucked you in beside him.

"Sleep well, beautiful." He whispered softly. "Love you."

"I love you too." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.

For the next hour or so, you laid there in silence, simply enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. Each time you began to drift off, you would hear a voice murmur softly in your ear, always waking you up within seconds.

"Keep sleeping, baby." Haechan mumbled in between kisses. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the casual banter of Haechan and Jeno as they engaged in small talk while Jeno drove. A feeling of contentment flooded your heart as you drifted further and further into dreamland. For once, you were truly relaxed and stress free.

Soon, you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep, lulled by the soothing sound of Haechan’s gentle breathing and the hypnotic sway of the car as it raced along the winding roads. All too soon, you were lost in a state of blissful slumber.

When you awoke, you blinked a few times to adjust your vision and slowly turned to find yourself nestled against Haechan’s firm chest. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively, cradling you gently against him. You took a moment to appreciate the comfort of this intimate embrace. To know that someone cared about you so deeply was a truly comforting thought.

You felt the car come to a stop and heard the door unlock as Renjun entered the vehicle. Opening your eyes, you saw Haechan stirring beside you, taking in your awakening state. He quickly moved his arm off of you and rubbed his face as he sat up.

"I guess we've arrived." He mumbled groggily, stretching out his limbs.

You felt Jaemin climb into the car and lean over, handing you a bottle of water. You took a sip and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're here."

The other guys started to unload the jeeps and make their way into the little house that you rented out for the duration of your trip. When they had finally finished and piled into the living room, they each gave you hugs.

"Morning, princess." Jeno murmured affectionately. "You looked so peaceful sleeping during the drive. I didn't want to wake you."

You grinned. "Thanks, Jeno. I really needed sleep."

"Of course, Kitten." Renjun walked over and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't you worry. We'll take care of you."

You smiled at him gratefully and accepted the kiss. “Thank you. I’m so glad I get to spend this week with you guys.”

“We’re so glad you decided to come with us.” Haechan commented as he walked over and knelt down beside you. “It means a lot to us that you agreed to go on this trip."

"I love you all, you know that right?” You sighed happily. “Every single one of you is my family."

"Hi, dumpling." Yangyang kissed you lightly on the lips. "Looks like you slept well."

You cuddled closer to him. "I did. That nap really helped, especially after that long car ride."

Yangyang smiled. "We're happy to hear that."

He took your hand in his and squeezed it. "How about we grab some food now? I'm sure we're all famished from the long drive."

You stood up and stretched. "Sounds good to me."

"Come on, you guys. Let's go." Renjun called as he led the way into the house.

You followed the others inside and waited patiently for them to finish unpacking and preparing breakfast. Soon, the smell of fresh waffles filled the house and your stomach growled loudly. While you enjoyed the waffles, you took the opportunity to give each man another kiss. They each responded happily, basking in your admiration of them.

While you ate, you conversed with everyone else in the group, laughing and talking merrily as you discussed what they planned to do during the trip. Everyone seemed excited to explore Busan and the surrounding areas and you were eager to follow suit. By the time you had finished eating, it was already past noon.

Haechan pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a map of the area.

"Okay, since this is the first leg of our trip, we're gonna need to take things easy." Haechan explained. " Let's rest for the rest of the day and we'll start our activities tomorrow. What do you think?"

You paused for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Sounds good to me."

"Alright then." Haechan checked the time. "Jeno, let's put some music on. No reason why we can't have a party while we relax today."

Jeno nodded. "Gotcha."

Within minutes, he was browsing through his playlist and humming a catchy tune. As soon as he had selected a song, the entire group erupted into cheers and applause. Even you joined in with them and sang along with the lyrics.

As the song continued, you made your way over to Jaemin and plopped yourself in his lap. He smiled warmly and took your hands in his.

"Now this is a surprise. Why is my precious angel sitting in my lap?"

"Oh, nothing much." You giggled. "Just wanted to be closer to you."

Jaemin stroked your cheek softly with his thumb and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. "So sweet. You might as well give me some lovin’ now."

You obliged him eagerly, pressing your body tightly against his as you pressed your lips against his own. As soon as your lips met, sparks flew between the two of you and you felt your heart flutter in excitement. After spending a solid ten minutes of making out with him, you reluctantly pulled away, breaking the connection between you two.

Jaemin gently wiped away the remnants of your lipstick and licked his lips suggestively. "Now I'm expecting more of that later."

With a seductive smirk, you ran your hands over his shirt and pressed your lips to his neck, planting kisses against his skin.

"Are you trying to get the other guys jealous?" Jaemin let out a small huff of laughter. "Because I think it's working."

"Oops." You pouted innocently. "Sorry. Guess I got carried away. I can't help it when I'm with you all. My hormones just run wild whenever I'm near you all. It must be because of how hot you are. You turn me on so easily."

"Mmm…" Jaemin leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip playfully. "You're right. How am I supposed to focus when you're distracting me like this?"

Your mouth moved away from his, trailing hot kisses down his jawline. As you traced your tongue along his neck, he placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Every touch of your lips against his sent shivers down his spine and heightened the pleasure you both experienced.

"Oh, Y/N…" He moaned as you pulled away. "Seriously...you're making the others jealous."

You looked over at the others and let out a laugh of your own. It appeared that Jeno and Haechan had taken notice of your display and raised their eyebrows. "I think one of them is ready to throw me over their shoulder and carry me to the bedroom."

Jaemin shook his head, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. "Instead of the bedroom..."

"What are you insinuating, Na Jaemin?" You teased.

Jaemin gestured to the couch cushions. "These cushions look very comfortable..."

You dropped to your knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his pants. Haechan and Jeno watched on in amusement as you undid the button and zipper of Jaemin's jeans.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing I've ever seen." Jaemin chuckled as you slid his jeans and boxers down his legs, exposing his erect cock. "You gonna suck my dick while the others watch? Because I don't mind if you do."

"You like it when I get naughty, Jaemin?" You smirked.

Jaemin shook his head fondly. "I like everything about you, Y/N."

With a seductive grin, you lowered your mouth to his dick and placed your lips around it. You gently sucked on his length, drawing small moans from his throat. With each stroke, you would take a bit more of him into your mouth until you had taken all of him in. The room was silent except for the moans coming from Jaemin's mouth and the slight slurping sound of you bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.

Soon enough you heard Renjun's soft breathing as he took a seat next to Jaemin, his throbbing erection straining against his jeans. He opened his pants and began rubbing himself over his own bulge, moaning loudly in pleasure. Yangyang sat on Jaemin's other side, already fist pumping his own cock. You watched as Jeno let out a low moan, growing hard as you continued sucking on Jaemin's dick. Haechan kneeled next to you, his hands already rubbing your sweet aching nub as he praised you for taking Jaemin's cock so nicely.

Jaemin's eyes rolled back in his head as he grew more and more aroused, letting out guttural cries of pleasure.

Jaemin grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up to meet his thrusting hips. Your tongue fluttered across the tip of his member and you could feel his body shudder with ecstasy.

Jaemin finally came with a loud shout, shooting his hot cum into your mouth. As you greedily swallowed every last drop of semen, Jaemin collapsed back against the cushions and sighed contently.

You were definitely feeling horny now. Especially after seeing how pleased everyone was with you, wanting to reward you for doing such a good job. While Jaemin caught his breath, you went over to Renjun and tugged at his pants. "Now I'm feeling generous."

His eyes widened as you pulled out his hardened cock and brought it to your lips. "You wanna go again, baby?"

"Mmm...I could suck all of your cocks right now if you'd like me to." You said sweetly, running your tongue around the tip of his dick. "But now I want all of your dicks. In my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, in my hands..."

Renjun's eyes gleamed with lust as he slid his hands under your short top, lifting it up above your breasts. "Well, isn't this quite the sight?"

Renjun stroked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head up towards his face. "It doesn't matter where you put my dick, baby. All that matters is you feeling good."

You glanced over at Haechan and the other guys, each of them slowly taking off their clothes. Jaemin threw one of the throw pillows on the floor, Haechan taking his position to lay down on it. His eyes were fixated on you, watching as you crawled up his body, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sunk down unto his waiting erection, feeling the fullness of him filling your wet slit.

The smell of arousal was thick in the air and everyone in the room was more than ready to fuck. You couldn't help but feel so damn sexy, wearing nothing but a smile as you lay atop Haechan.

Once you had settled down onto his thick length, you looked up into his eyes. "Ready?"

Haechan laughed. "I'm always ready for you, babe."

You closed your eyes and savored the moment, pressing your naked breasts into his chest. Slowly, you began rocking your hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of your movement with the waves of pleasure that radiated throughout your entire body. Before you knew it, Haechan had his hands on your hips, holding you still as he pounded you harder and faster. You let out muffled whimpers as you arched your back, closing your eyes and soaking in the sensation of being fucked.

You leaned forward, feeling Yangyang positioned himself behind you, his dick lining up with your ass hole.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, feeling both Haechan and Yangyang filling you up. "Yes!"

Yangyang pushed himself deep inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Both of your holes were stretched beyond capacity by the multiple dicks penetrating them. Yet you didn't care. The only thing you cared about right now was making sure all your boyfriends feel good.

Renjun stood in front of you, dick in hand as he guided it to your mouth. "Open up, kitten. Take my cock."

You obediently opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and withdrew, quickly sliding his cock back into your mouth. With a deep moan, Renjun thrust harder and deeper into your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You reached for Jaemin and Jeno's cocks, taking both in your hands and stroking them in unison. With a series of movements, you worked them both to a state of orgasmic bliss. Their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room and filled you with joy. You grinned widely, knowing they were enjoying themselves. You all matched each other's pace; Haechan slamming into your pussy, Yangyang pounding your ass, Renjun shoving his dick down your throat and you fist pumping both Jeno and Jaemin.

Before long, the sounds of grunting and groaning echoed throughout the room, intermingling together to create a beautiful symphony of sex. Each of you became completely lost in the moment, no longer caring who was getting what. Only concerned with pleasing your partners and they pleasing you.

"Fuck, Y/N." Haechan growled, his cock buried balls deep inside of you. "Look at how turned on you are. Seeing all us guys take turns fucking you is driving you crazy, isn't it?"

You nodded vigorously, swallowing thickly as you enjoyed the attention of five rock hard cocks.

"I can tell." He said, bringing his head close to yours. "Tell me, baby. Use your words. Tell me how much you love having us inside of you."

You nodded once again, unable to form any words. Your heart raced and your breath quickened.

Haechan smiled lovingly. "That's it, baby. Feel free to say whatever comes to your mind. Even if it's just some naughty words or an animalistic growl."

You felt Jeno replacing Yangyang's spot from behind you, easing his large dick inside of your ass. "You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"God yes!" You cried, biting your lower lip. "It feels amazing! And your dick feels so big inside of me!"

Jeno pumped his hips, filling your ass with his dick. "How does it feel?"

You felt Haechan's hands come to rest on your hips, keeping you steady as he thrust deeper into you. "So good...fuck. Fuck. Oh god. Yes."

Jeno pulled out and slammed back into you, his body moving in sync with Haechan. "Let's hear you say it again."

"Ugh. Uhhuhu..." You moaned as the feeling of two dicks sliding in and out of you grew stronger.

Yangyang positioned himself in front of you, his dick slapping against your cheek. "Come on, baby. don't forget about us."

You couldn't help but swallow up his dick, Renjun and Jaemin in your hands at the same time. Your lips parted and you gasped as he pushed his way past your tongue. It felt so warm and good, almost surreal. A delicious mix of sensations rushed through your body, pushing you over the edge into another intense climax.

You moaned and whimpered as the world began to spin around you. This orgasm felt like it lasted forever.

Jaemin and Renjun eyes were locked on you as they stared at you from above, witnessing your passion as they coated your body with their hot jizz. Yangyang couldn't help but hold your head against his cock as he let himself go, grunting loudly as his seed filled your mouth. You felt Jeno's dick stiffen before unloading his cum in your ass and Haechan's cock pulsed several times as he finished filling you up with his seed.

Once the orgasms subsided, the six of you curled up together in the pile of cushions, lazily chatting and caressing each other. Soon, you all fell asleep, lulled by the soft melody of the song playing in the background.

You awoke to find yourself nestled snugly in Haechan's arms. You stretched your limbs and yawned widely, looking around the room curiously. Everyone was still fast asleep, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting beautiful colors on the sleeping faces of the boys. For a moment, you lingered, content to watch the guys sleep.

You wiggled out of Haechan's embrace and winced from the aftermath of all the fucking and sucking that had happened last night. As you rose to your feet, you saw Renjun stirring beside Haechan. He lifted his head and blinked several times before looking at you. A smile crossed his face as soon as he recognized who it was.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Renjun whispered. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Your cheeks flushed and you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. "No more gangbangs for the next few weeks. I'm so sore."

Renjun laughed quietly. "Aw, poor little thing. Whose fault was it to have everyone all at one time?"

"Shut up." You pouted playfully. "You knew what kind of person you were dealing with."

Haechan stirred and groggily got to his feet, rubbing his eyes. He gazed at you with sleepy eyes and stroked your cheek affectionately.

"Morning, love." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could crawl into bed and never leave." You answered honestly. "If I ever ask for another gangbang, I need you to intervene. I can't handle it."

Haechan kissed you on the forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling. If you really don't want to experience another round, I'll make sure that you don't. Promise."

The rest of the guys woke up, each asking how you were feeling from last night. You told them that your legs and back were aching but you otherwise felt fine. Each of them nodded solemnly, having been present during last night's event.

"Sorry, Princess." Jeno muttered. "Maybe next time we won't do it all at once."

"I'm banning sex from all of you." You retorted, rolling your eyes. "Please let my vagina rest."

Everyone burst out laughing, happy to see you feeling better. After breakfast was prepared and served, everyone showered and dressed before heading outside. It was a beautiful day today and it made you glad that they didn't decide to cancel the trip. They had gone swimming earlier in the day, bringing you along to splash around with them. You and the others spent the entire afternoon laying on the beach, soaking up the sun and listening to music. At dinner, you enjoyed the seafood you ordered while watching the waves crash against the sand. By the end of the evening, you couldn't help but fall asleep in Haechan's arms, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the waves.

[fruithoughts]

. . . when he needs a new wallpaper

[sluttyten]

mine for the taking (Raw | Part 1)

Kinktober Day 13 | Taeyong Masterlist | YangYang Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: zombie apocalypse au, cnc, bondage, outdoor sex, oral sex, face fucking, threesome, dirty talk, praise

length: 6194

When the world fell to shit, it took a little while before you found yourself in a safe and comfortable nest surrounded and protected by two men that you now trusted with your life. 

YangYang and Taeyong were the two men responsible for your safety. They were simultaneously very different and very much alike. 

Mostly what they had in common was their attraction to you. 

There were some days when the streets outside your hideaway in the city grew too packed with a passing horde of zombies, so the three of you would hunker down, tiptoeing around the place in the quiet and the dark. You began to develop a sign language with each other during those times when you couldn’t speak aloud, a silent method of communication through looks, expressions, and hand gestures. 

The three of you relied on each other more than you’d ever thought that you would rely on another person. Every day you were putting all of your trust in Taeyong and YangYang. You were trusting that they would come back home each evening, trusting that YangYang wouldn’t just leave you to be torn apart when you get cornered on a food run one day, trusting that Taeyong knows what he’s talking about when he tells you an admittedly disgusting way to sneak through the masses of zombies when necessary - coating yourself in their essence to mask the smell of your human life. 

For months, they are only your companions. They’re the two that saved you when you’d been clinging to life on a radio tower with a pack of ten zombies trying to get you. They showed you back into the city, welcomed you into their hideaway on the third floor of an abandoned office building they’d cleared and fortified. They fed you, armed you, and gave you somewhere that finally felt safe to fall asleep in, though you were on guard for the first two weeks before you finally felt relaxed and trusting enough to fall asleep on your pallet of blankets in the office between the two they slept in. 

After you find it in your heart to trust them, it doesn’t take long for your heart to start feeling other things. It’s almost as if between one day and the next you develop a crush on Taeyong. You spend an embarrassing chunk of time admiring his hands as he ties knots in a net he’s going to take down to the river for fishing. You begin to notice that he’s actually insanely handsome even though his hair has grown long and it looks a bit silly with the grown out dye-job. 

And it’s not just Taeyong. 

You find yourself watching YangYang too, the curl of his lips and the sly glide of his eyes as he makes a dirty joke that makes Taeyong groan but sends you into peals of laughter. You can’t peel your eyes away when YangYang takes his shirt off to sunbathe on the roof of the building one day while you’re attempting to plant a rooftop garden. You know he caught you looking half a dozen times, but he doesn’t comment, just smiles brightly. 

They’re just your companions, just your survival buddies until one evening when that changed. 

An afternoon supply run ran a little long. The convenience store Taeyong led the three of you to was beside a pharmacy, and beside that was a bookstore, and on the other side of that was another store, and your trio just kept finding reasons to look through each shop as if this was nothing more than just a day out shopping with friends before the fall of the civilized world. 

But you went into a whole row of shops, only realizing how long you were taking once the sky outside began to fill in with dense black storm clouds  

Evening came early that day, and with it came a downpour, lightning and thunder. 

The three of you shoved your discoveries into your bags, and you ran back through the city to your office building. Halfway there, you ran headfirst into a pack of swirling, confused zombies milling about in the storm. 

YangYang strikes first as you try to untangle yourself from the zombie you ran into. His machete shears straight through a skull, spattering you with gore. You push away the corpse, reaching for your knife.

There are more zombies than you first realized as more of them keep pouring out of the surrounding buildings and side streets. 

Taeyong fights at your side, his arm constantly swinging as he lands hits with a crowbar, his other hand fast with a knife as secondary protection. 

The three of you fight your way through the zombies as lightning flashes and thunder booms, and still the rain pours down. You’re cold and soaked to the bone by the time you shove the last zombie off the end of your blade. It splashes to the ground, and you find yourself laughing as you tilt your face up to the sky, feeling the rain wash away the remnants of the fight from your skin. 

YangYang laughs too, both of you filled with adrenaline now after the fight for your lives, and Taeyong just grabs you both to resume the run back to the office building. 

You’re still buzzing as you make it inside your safe haven. YangYang is just as excited, recalling his favorite parts of that battle, telling you and Taeyong how cool you both looked, his favorite close call. Taeyong had concealed his excitement until you were all safely inside, but now his energy is apparent too. All three of you are just filled with high energy and nowhere to expend it. 

Until the wild, racy thought hits you. 

You kiss Taeyong, and not wanting YangYang to feel left out, you drag him closer by the belt loops. He fits against your side, and with Taeyong along your front, you feel warm and safe between them. 

Taeyong kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment, taking full advantage of the opportunity to kiss you deeply. 

YangYang squirms, complaining for you to let him go or let him have a turn, which was your goal all along. 

When you detach from Taeyong’s mouth, YangYang quickly sweeps in to take over. 

You claim, in the moment, that you’re just trying to burn off energy, that they both have energy to burn off too, so this just makes sense for all three of you to be together like this. As you break YangYang’s kiss, as you step back and take each of them by the hand, as you guide them along with you to the convenient bathroom equipped with a shower, you think that it would just feel wrong to leave one of them out, so having them both just makes sense. 

All three of you shower off together in the cramped shower stall. The water is cold, but at least there’s still running water. Besides, the combination of Taeyong and YangYang’s hands and lips serve to keep you warm. 

The shower serves an actual purpose, not just an excuse to get naked. The three of you scrub away the grime and gore, using a spearmint scented bar of soap which you’re grateful for so when you bury your face against YangYang’s chest while Taeyong fingers you to orgasm all you can smell is delightfully fresh spearmint. 

And after the shower, the three of you pile into the office Taeyong’s using as his room, falling onto the bed he’d hauled up here in the early days of his and YangYang’s residence. 

The three of you spend hours that first night, taking each other apart, learning each other's bodies. YangYang luckily had snagged a box of condoms during one of your shop stops earlier, and you definitely took advantage of them that night. 

Following that night, it’s just a thing between the three of you. You don’t really talk about it. 

Some nights you spend with Taeyong, some with YangYang. Occasionally both. 

After YangYang twists his ankle badly during a supply run with Taeyong, you sleep all together on Taeyong’s bed again. When you fall ill with a cough and brutal headache and chills, they both stay by your side, nursing you back to health. 

Is it a relationship? You couldn’t say. Is there any use to labeling things like this during the apocalypse? Maybe this is just convenience for all three of you. You’re the only woman around for them to fuck, they’re the only men for you, so it makes sense that you would just fall into each others arms. If you were in a larger community with more options, would they still choose you? Would they still want to share you? You’re pretty sure that you would still want them, both of them. 

This convenient thing continues for months. This throuple not-relationship thing you have going on. 

And still you question from time to time if YangYang and Taeyong are only doing this with you because it’s convenient, though neither of them ever complains about having to share you with the other, but maybe that’s because you’ve learned to split your time between them pretty evenly, and because in this apocalyptic world they’ve just learned to share resources, even if the resource in question is your pussy. 

But sometimes you forget to question things. Sometimes you just simply enjoy being wanted and wanting them. 

Sometimes YangYang will find an excuse to come up to the rooftop when you’re on night watch patrolling up there, and even though he should be sleeping, he sits up there with you and talks and keeps you warm and stargazes with you and he calls it romantic. 

Sometimes Taeyong will scavenge some canned food and he’ll do his best to prepare it in a way that’s not just canned food warmed over a fire and poured in a bowl. He’ll make it as fancy as he can, serve it to you at the desk in his office bedroom with candlelight and a little bit of a bottle of wine he recovered from an apartment he searched. 

They do these little special romantic things for you, yet still you question things. 

And then there’s the less romantic, more sexy type of things they spring on you. Kinks they want to try. Scenarios they’d like to play out with you. One evening when you’ve just a very satisfying romp with the two of them, Taeyong tells you that he’s always wanted to try bondage, YangYang then confesses an interest in some dubious consent roleplay (his face red as he admits it), and you tell them that you’ve never tried either of those but you’d be willing to try, as long as they’d be into some exhibitionism with you too. 

Taeyong tests out the bondage thing a bit one morning when you wake in his bed with your arms bound to the headboard, Taeyong sitting there watching you and waiting for you to wake. He fucks you roughly, making you moan loud enough to wake up YangYang in the other room. 

YangYang tries a taste of the dubious consent roleplay immediately following that, sneaking into the shower with you, fucking you against the shower wall with his hand over your mouth so your cries of pleasure won’t alert Taeyong. 

Your request of exhibitionism is a little more difficult to achieve. You’d always been a little intrigued by the idea of sexual things in a public space, performing whatever act it may be nearby people, of maybe getting caught. The “other people” and “getting caught” aspects of that interest was rather difficult to achieve in this apocalyptic landscape where you hadn’t seen another living person outside of YangYang and Taeyong in months. 

But one day you find a close way to achieve what you want and pair it with Taeyong and YangYang’s kinks as well. 

For no other reason than your idea, you head out into the woods outside the city. 

From the moment you leave the office building, you’re already in the role you’ve chosen for yourself today: lonely girl, easy victim. 

You travel by yourself through the streets, avoiding zombies as you see them, and soon you’re wandering under the trees. There are dozens of abandoned camps out here, so partially your excuse for being out here is to scavenge what you can from the remains of these camps, but more than that, your goal is to get captured. 

You haven’t heard either Taeyong or YangYang behind you on your journey out to the woods, but you know they’re there. That’s the plan, anyway. You listen for any signs of movement under the trees, whether it be from either of them trailing you, a stranger who you would actually hate to stumble upon, or a zombie. 

But your shadow moves quietly through the woods, more quietly than you. You don’t hear him upon you until it’s too late. 

Taeyong holds his knife to your throat, and with his lips to your cheek, he tells you not to move. You hold perfectly still even as he moves the blade away, as he pulls out a blindfold and covers your eyes with it, fastening it behind your head. 

“Don’t move,” he warns you again, then adds on, “You’re going to make perfect zombie bait, pretty girl.” 

A thrill races through you. 

His hands run over your body, groping at your tits and your ass, and then Taeyong begins undressing you, pulling your jacket off, dragging your sweater and the shirt beneath over your head, he tugs your pants down around your ankles, then he takes your clothes away, leaving you standing there blindfolded and naked in the woods. 

But this time you hear the crunch of his footsteps on the leaves and fallen branches as he returns. Taeyong’s familiar breathing pattern as he cups your tits in his hands again, circling his thumbs around your hard nipples. Your core is hot, wetness growing between your thighs. 

“So pretty,” Taeyong coos. “Hold out your arms, little lamb. You’re so innocent, so obedient.” 

You hold both your arms out, and a moment later, You feel the rough scratch of rope against your wrists as he wraps rope around them, tying it tightly but not too tight, winding it around them so it holds firm. 

“Don’t move,” he warns again, and then he’s walking away. You listen closely, shivering as the cool, damp breeze blows over your bare skin. You can hear the scrabbling sound of his feet seeking purchase, and you realize he’s climbing the tree a few feet away from where you stand. You can feel the light tugs on the rope around your wrists, and as you stand there, unmoving, just listening, there’s suddenly a hard jerk on the rope, and your wrists are hauled up above your head. 

It’s just to the point of discomfort, shy of pain. He ties the rope around a branch above your head, leaving your arms suspended above you while your feet remain planted on the ground. 

Taeyong slides back to the ground, feet dully hitting the earth a few feet to your left. 

“You look so pretty like this,” Taeyong says, his hand gliding over your bare ass. “Left out here in the open.”

You squirm, a whine falling from your lips before you can help it. “Please, let me go,” you beg, though truly there’s nothing you want less. 

Taeyong tsks, patting your bottom again. “I think not. Let’s see how long you can last.”

You hear the crunch of leaves underfoot as he walks away. 

You stand there, squirming and shivering, feeling the burn in your arms and wrists. And you know Taeyong is standing only a few feet away, likely leaning back against a tree and watching the way that you’re rubbing your thighs together, the way that your nipples stand at attention. Because you’re turned on. And Taeyong has known you intimately for long enough now to be able to read the signs. 

You cry out for help, and it doesn’t take long for your cries to draw attention. 

You hear shuffling footsteps behind you, and for a moment your blood runs cold. But Taeyong doesn’t move from his position watching you, and you know that if you were truly in danger, he would jump into action. 

No, this might sound like a zombie shuffling towards you, drawn closer by your struggling and cries. 

YangYang’s hands land on your hips. 

“Looks like you’ve got a hungry taker,” Taeyong teases. 

YangYang moans, sounding disturbingly similar to a zombie as he leans closer, the heat of his body so nice against your cool skin. His mouth closes over your shoulder, and he bites. 

You gasp, jerking against the rope holding your hands up, twitching in YangYang’s hands. He holds tighter. His tongue traces over the marks left by his teeth, driving heat to rush down to your belly, pooling between your thighs. 

YangYang rocks forward against your ass, and he’s so hard, sliding his clothes cock between your bare ass cheeks. You twist, but he holds your hips tight, fingernails digging lightly against your skin, and he bites down on your shoulder again. He presses your hips back against him as he rocks forward again.

“Please, please!” You beg, needing more than just this teasing. 

He grinds forward against your ass again before pulling back with a moan. You start to spin, the rope twisting you around by your wrists so you’re facing the opposite direction you’d just been. 

YangYang’s hands on your hips stop your movement, and then you feel him moving, the soft rush of air as he drops to his knees. 

God, how dearly you wish you could see this. YangYang on his knees for you on the forest floor. 

His hands caress your thighs, and then he’s pushing them apart, and there’s his mouth. Hot against your pussy, YangYang devours you like he’s starving for you, like the taste of your wetness on his tongue is all he needs for survival. 

You arch against his mouth, your feet leaving the ground. YangYang’s arms go around the backs of your thighs, holding you aloft as he licks you out. Your arms and wrists burn, but you barely feel it as YangYang sucks at your clit, as he plunges his tongue inside you, as he moans hungrily against you.

The sounds that spill out of you now, you can’t even pretend like they’re sounds of protest to go along with this scenario. You’re enjoying this too much, moaning loudly as YangYang bites your thigh, as he thumbs at your clit while fucking his tongue inside you. 

“You need to quiet down,” Taeyong says suddenly right behind you, his lips to your ear. “Before you draw some zombies that actually want to eat you and not just eat you out.” 

The blindfold is suddenly yanked down from your eyes, turned into a gag as Taeyong stuffs it in your mouth. 

Your eyes water at the sudden brightness around you, but you blink away the tears to look down at YangYang. 

His eyes flick up to yours for a moment, a sweet moan pressed to your pussy before his eyes flutter shut again. You want to dig your fingers in his hair, angle his mouth against you just a little better, but instead you just have to twist your fingers around the rope holding you up, and you try to rock your hips against his face. 

Taeyong chuckles behind you, and his hands come around to steady your hips. “Now, now. Here I thought you were pretty innocent, but you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” 

To answer, you rock your hips against YangYang’s face again, and you moan into the fabric stuffed in your mouth. 

Taeyong’s hands slide up to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to whine and jerk around. Your wrists tug against the rope. YangYang’s mouth works magic against your pussy, and you’re right there on the brink of orgasm when Taeyong drags you away from YangYang’s mouth.

Your toes drag the ground, and you scream into the gag, tears streaming down your face. You were so close to cumming! Why did he pull you away from that?

“My turn.” Taeyong kisses just behind your ear. 

Again, you’re spun around to face him, your wrists caught tight in the rope. Taeyong faces you, holding your gaze for a moment, searching for any sign that you’re ready for them to stop. But you’re good. If they stop now is when you’re going to have a problem.

“Shit.” YangYang groans behind you, and you turn your head just enough to see him walking off, heading straight for a zombie that’s staggered around a tree some distance off, definitely drawn by the sounds you’ve been making.

Taeyong grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. “Think you can handle more, sweetheart?” 

You nod. 

Some distance away, you hear the thump as YangYang puts down the zombie, and then he jogs back over to where he’s left you and Taeyong. “Can’t we share, man? I found her, I should get to have her, right?” 

Taeyong’s gaze lowers to your lips around the gag. “Technically speaking, I found her first. So she should be mine for the taking.” His thumb draws along your bottom lip, and he says, “But I think I can be convinced to share. I bet she looks so pretty with her lips around my cock while she’s fucked from behind.”

Oh, you know you are. And you know Taeyong knows it too, as that’s one of his favored positions when he and YangYang share you back in your shelter. 

“Yeah, man,” YangYang encourages, “You fuck her mouth, I’ll take her cunt.”

You grow wetter hearing them talk about you like you’re not really here, and YangYang using cunt just sounds dirtier, makes you feel a little less like this was something that you’d planned on happening. 

Taeyong’s still trying to read your eyes when YangYang takes you by the hips, pulling your ass back towards him. You feel the brush of his cock against your pussy before you’re jerked forward again. Taeyong’s taken hold of the rope above your hands, tugging you forward by it. 

You whimper into the gag. 

Taeyong twists his fingers in the gag, dragging it out of your mouth so it falls around your neck. Before he can even say anything, you lurch forward and kiss him. Taeyong immediately falls into the kiss, pressing in, kissing you back.

YangYang takes advantage of the moment, and he rolls his hips forward once again, this time succeeding in fitting his cock into you. You moan into Taeyong’s kiss, wishing that you could clutch at his shoulders for balance when YangYang starts fucking you, not holding back, nearly knocking you off your feet with the force of his thrusts.

Taeyong breaks the kiss, unleashing your moans into the woods. Your cries echo through the trees, no doubt catching the attention of every creature – living and dead – that is wandering these woods. 

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to quiet down before you bring all the dead down upon us.” Taeyong again tugs on the rope holding your arms aloft, but this time he’s just tugging down. 

To your surprise, the rope comes loose from the branch overhead, and Taeyong grabs your arms as they numbly fall. Your wrists are still bound together, and he takes advantage of that, bringing your bound hands to the front of his pants. 

He doesn’t have to give you any instruction, you start undoing the buckles of his weaponry belt as well as the belt actually holding his pants up. Taeyong groans and knots his fingers in your hair. YangYang’s hips smack forward against your ass, nearly knocking your forward into Taeyong, who hisses as your cool fingers reach inside his pants and bring his cock out into the open.

“Fuck, fuck,” YangYang moans, slamming you back down onto his cock. “Love hitting it raw, baby. You’re so warm and tight, so perfect and soft.” 

You never let either of them fuck you without a condom. The idea of any unnecessary complications arising when you’ve found perfectly good boxes of condoms seems like a stupid mistake. But today, in this scenario, you’re allowing it.

The next time that YangYang thrusts into you, you push forward with your mouth going right around Taeyong’s cock. 

Now it’s Taeyong that moans, low and deep from within his chest. 

You love the taste of his cock, the weight of him on your tongue. His hand in your hair presses you all the way down until his cock is hitting the back of your throat, until you’re gagging around him with your nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock. 

YangYang pulls you back by your hips, burying his cock in your pussy. 

“She has such a sweet cunt, man. Maybe you should try this next.” YangYang smacks his hand against your ass. “She’s so wet, you’d think she wanted to be fucked out here in the middle of the woods.” Which was exactly what you wanted, exactly why you were enjoying this so much, and you’re glad that it seems that both of them are enjoying it too.

You slurp at Taeyong’s cock, drooling around him, using your bound hands to stroke what you don’t have in your mouth. Taeyong yanks at your hair, rocking forward at the same time, gagging you once again on his cock. 

“Her mouth’s pretty good too. She keeps choking around me, drooling for me.” Taeyong hisses as you accidentally scrape your teeth along his shaft. “Pretty good for an innocent little lamb we found out here wandering alone in the woods.”

They pass you back and forth for a little while. YangYang pulling you back on his cock, Taeyong pulling forward to take his whole cock down your throat. Your head is spinning in the best possible way, eyes watering and mouth drooling, wrists still burning from being bound in rope, and your knees are wobbling and legs aching. 

“Maybe we take her home with us,” YangYang says, reaching up to wrap his hand in your hair, pulling you backwards off of Taeyong’s cock, using his hold on you to keep you in place while he rapidly thrusts into you a few times. “Keep her around to fuck. I bet she’ll be good for us, the best cunt left in this world. Gonna let us do what we like with her, take her however we want, let us cum in her however much we need to as long as we keep her safe from the zombies for another day.” 

For a brief moment amidst your lust-hazed brain, the thought breaks through that what YangYang’s saying could be true. Is that what they’re doing with you? Fucking around with you because you’re around, knowing that you’ll be down to let them do whatever because you know they offer you a layer of protection from the zombies?

Taeyong’s hand is suddenly there, gentle on your cheek. “Look at me,” he commands. “And YangYang, stop.”

You lift your wet gaze up to his face. 

YangYang’s thrusts slow and then stop, but he stays inside you, hands on your hips. 

Your hands are braced on Taeyong’s stomach, and he reaches down for them, slipping the fingers of one hand into yours; you hold on tight. 

“That’s not true, what he’s saying,” Taeyong reassures you quietly. “I can tell that’s what you’re thinking. That’s not the case, I promise. He’s just trying to talk dirty.” He casts a look behind you to YangYang who’s rhythm stutters. “We’ve always liked having you around, even before sex was on the table. If you told us to stop right now, if you said that you never wanted either of us to touch you again, then that would be okay. Don’t think we keep you around for sex, that’s literally not a part of it at all.”

“Shit, I’m sorry!” YangYang apologizes, leaning around, trying to see your face without pulling out of you. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby, please, believe me.”

You believe him. You believe both of them, and you’re grateful to hear them saying as much. You squeeze Taeyong’s fingers, you blink away the tears rising in your eyes, and you push your hips back down to fully take YangYang’s cock back inside you. 

“I’m good.” You breathe in deeply. “We can keep going.”

Taeyong smiles, leaning down to kiss you briefly.

YangYang resumes fucking into you at his brutal pace, his thrusts growing more erratic as he nears his climax. Taeyong pulls your mouth down around his cock again, and you let your mind go blank and blissfully hazy as they each use you.

Perhaps YangYang’s hands are a little more gentle on your hips now than they were before. Maybe Taeyong’s combing his fingers through your hair rather than just yanking on it. You get lost in the push and the pull, the constant state of either being filled or of tasting cock and sweat on your tongue. 

“Oh, shit,” YangYang moans after another few minutes, pumping into you quickly. “Baby, where do you want me to cum? Shit, I’m so close.”

Taeyong lets your mouth slip off his cock, and your voice is raspy from the abuse of his cock down your throat as you tell YangYang, “In me. You can cum in me just this once.”

The other day you found a box of Plan B at the pharmacy that miraculously hadn't expired yet. You could take the risk today, take the pill when you get home. 

YangYang leaves one hand on your hip, the other flies to your hair, once again roughly pulling so he can hear you cry out, the sound a guttural moan as he plants himself as deeply inside you as he can when he cums. 

“Now, take care of Taeyong, slut.” YangYang’s still pulsing inside you, still rolling his hips to get the most of the feeling of you around him, and he uses the hand in your hair to push your mouth back down around Taeyong. “That’s right, like a good girl, take his cock.”

You put your all into sucking Taeyong off, and he and YangYang work together to fuck your throat around his cock. Both of them have hands in your hair, and you just keep moaning and whining and choking, tears pouring down your cheeks, and you hope you look as much a fucked out mess as you feel. 

Taeyong cums without warning, groaning as he spills down your tongue, across your tongue, shooting a last few streaks of cum across your lips and chin. 

You’re fully crying now, not because you’re upset, but because you want to cum so much that you’re just beginning to feel overwhelmed by it all. You feel like after having your orgasm torn away earlier on YangYang’s tongue, you’ve been teetering on the verge of it, unable to quite tip over the edge. 

YangYang pulls you upright, your back pressed to his chest, his cock still buried inside you. He bites down on your shoulder again, scattering bites and kisses, leaving hickeys in an alternating pattern across your shoulders and your neck.

Taeyong presses up against your front, his softening cock against your belly, his hand knotted in your hair as he crushes his mouth to yours, kissing away the taste of himself from your lips and tongue. And then he slides his free hand down between your bodies. 

You cry out sharply when Taeyong’s fingers find your clit. 

He kisses you again to quiet you down, swirling his fingers on your clit.

“Come on, baby,” YangYang murmurs against your neck. “Cum on my cock, baby. Cum for Taeyong. You’ve been so good for us today. You can cum now.”

His cock is still inside you, still half-hard. He shallowly thrusts a few times, and held now at this angle, with Taeyong stroking your clit, you’re getting the perfect stimulation both inside and outside.

Taeyong moans as he licks his cum out of your mouth, his fingers sparking lightning along your every nerve ending. YangYang gasps as your pussy clenches around him, as your orgasm finally unleashes. 

You feel like you’re falling over the edge, the ground disappearing from beneath you in the best way. Like you’re flying or floating. Your whole body is alight with the high of your orgasm, tingling and warm, and covered in the two men.

YangYang cums weakly again as your pussy massages his cock. Your nails drag along Taeyong’s stomach. You break the kiss with him, flopping your head down onto his shoulder.

You feel utterly boneless, and it’s only their hands and the way they’ve got you between them that is keeping you upright.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Taeyong tells you, resting his cheek against your head. “This was so good, so hot.”

“Maybe we can do something like this again sometime,” YangYang suggests, sponging a kiss to the back of your neck. 

You just moan softly, unable to really give voice to anything right now. 

Taeyong wraps his arms around you, holding you as YangYang pulls out of you, bracing you against him to support your weight as YangYang moves over to pick up the clothes Taeyong stripped you of earlier. He’s just gathered them and taken a step back towards you, when all three of you hear the shuffle of footsteps over the underbrush.

YangYang tosses the clothes over to Taeyong, and he reaches instead for the golf club he’s been favoring as a weapon since he found it earlier this week. He heads toward the sound as Taeyong quickly tries to help you back into your clothes, which is easier said than done as you’re feeling about as sturdy as a limp noodle.

YangYang’s made it only a few steps before a figure steps around the tree you’d previously been tied to.

All three of you freeze.

It’s not a zombie, but a man.

The man’s face breaks out in a relieved smile. “Thank God, I thought I heard sounds. I was hoping to find people.” 

You’re only half dressed, and if this stranger finds that odd, he doesn’t comment on it. His gaze just brushes briefly over you before looking at Taeyong, then back to YangYang. Taeyong helps you slide your sweater back on, and then your jacket. You reach for the switchblade you keep hidden in the pocket of your jacket, holding it ready if this stranger decides to attack.

Taeyong beside you refastens his pants, and you hear him pull the pistol out of his weapons belt, cocking it as he aims it at the man.

“Who are you?” He asks.

The stranger backs up, hands in the air. “Woah! I’m sorry! I’ve just been looking for people for ages. I lost my group about a month ago, I’ve been on my own since then, looking for a community.” Taeyong steps around you so that now he and YangYang stand between you and the stranger, who takes a faltering step backwards at Taeyong’s advance. With a wide-eyed look of innocence, the newcomer exclaims, “I’m Mark!” 

Neither Taeyong nor YangYang lower their weapons. 

Maybe you’re too quick to trust, but looking at this guy – at Mark – you think that he must be telling the truth. You place a hand on Taeyong’s arm, and with a glance over his shoulder at you, he lowers the gun. 

“Where do you come from?” YangYang asks. “What have you been doing since the world fell to shit?”

YangYang doesn’t lower his golf club. You don’t actually let go of your switchblade. Taeyong keeps a hand on his pistol although he has reholstered it. But you at least put on a more relaxed face as you listen to this Mark guy provide answers. 

You notice he keeps looking at you, and you’re sure YangYang notices too because after a few moments, he shifts just right to block you from Mark’s view. 

But Mark answers all of the questions the three of you ask him. He easily hands over the only weapon he’s got – a heavy staff – and consents to YangYang patting him down and checking his belongings. 

“I’m being honest,” Mark says as YangYang runs his hands down Mark’s sides beneath his jacket. “I’ve just been looking for a place to belong, people to be around, a place to be able to rest at night without the worry of being caught unaware by zombies, people to watch my back, food to eat, a place to bathe.”

You squeeze Taeyong’s arm, and he shares a quick look with you that tells you he’s thinking the same thing as you.

You’ll trust this guy for now, bring him into the office building. You’ll keep an eye on him, like you’re sure he and YangYang did when they first found you. You’ll grow this little family of yours by one, and it’ll all be okay.

a/n: originally this was supposed to be Day 10, just supposed to be Taeyong and y/n was going to be a spy infiltrating other communities to steal resources, but since I skipped a couple days, I decided to combine day 10 with day 12 which was YangYang with a mild zombie play kink, and somehow this was born.

And then in the process of searching for a gif to use for this post, I found it's almost impossible to find one gif of YangYang and Taeyong, and the only one I could find that had both of them also had Mark since it was a New Axis stage performance, and I decided to maybe include Mark in this fun as a little twist there at the end, but using that gif at the top of the post would be misleading since he's not really a part of the smut.

If you notice any errors or if you feel I should include some more tags/content warnings, please let me know!

I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome!

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| pairing: Yangyang x fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie. CNC themes. "Forced" breeding. Breeding kink. Mentions of exhibitionism. YY curses in German. Pet names-- YY calls reader "his bunny" (that'll be a recurring theme if i ever write about him again) and reader calls him "little sheep".

| wc: 2.5k

| aurora's note: …I’m on a cnc kick. Sorry. Blame Twitter. I was about .0002 seconds away from adding mommy kink to this too, ok. Everyone say "thank you, aurora" for sparing you all lmao

You’ve been teasing Yangyang for so long that he’s beginning to wonder if he did something wrong— He dyed his hair pink for you since he knows how much you like it! And he did the laundry, all the dishes, he cleaned the house, made you dinner on your anniversary… Where did he go wrong? But it’s not that he upset you. Quite the opposite, actually, because ever since he dyed his hair for you, all you’ve wanted to do is fuck him 24/7. You wanted to keep him home from work all day, every day just for the sake of milking him dry… and you didn’t care if he’d sleep or not… You just- Fuck- You needed him so badly, but you knew that you couldn’t have what you wanted, so you withdrew slightly, trying your best to keep your hands to yourself because if you slipped up for even a moment then you’d have to go all in.

“Can you pass me the gochujang?” Yangyang asked as he stirred the pan on the stovetop. You agreed with a nod, opening the cupboard above your head to grab it from the first shelf, only… it wasn’t there like normal. No, it was higher up on the third shelf, a tad out of your reach. “You got it?”

“Yeah, one sec.” You stretched up high to grab the container, but your finger tips only grazed it, sending it shuffling an inch backwards. You huffed. “Who the Hell put it where it doesn’t belong?” Still, you tried your best, even putting a knee up on the counter to give you something to push up on to get more height.

“Don’t hurt yourself—“ Yangyang immediately abandoned the stove to step behind you, hands firmly grasping your hips to hold you steady while you finally got the gochujang and landed back on the floor safely.

You hesitated. Standing pressed against the counter, Yangyang’s hands on your hips, his breath hot on the back of your neck… You were slipping into dangerous territory which you’d tried so hard to avoid for so damn long. So you attempted to avoid the inevitable and shrug off his touch by accusing him of not putting the gochujang where it belonged! He apologized quietly. But his hands didn’t waver like you wanted, instead they tightened on your hips, and he pressed further against you. Inadvertently, your gaze flicked to the clock on the stove. 7PM. Dinner was supposed to be ready by 7:30PM so that he could go work out with Kun and Hendery at 8PM, then he would be home and in bed with you by 10PM— And you would pretend to be asleep like usual in order to avoid having him think he could finally fuck you.

“The food’s gonna burn,” you warned quietly.

Yangyang reached over to turn off the stove. The sizzling in the pan slowly died out, and the kitchen went quiet,

“You’re gonna be late to the gym.”

“I’ll cancel,” he whispered in your ear.

“You have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll call in sick.”

“You can’t fall behind in rehearsals before tour.”

“Not much anyone can do about it if I’m sick…”

And then Yangyang’s lips were pressed against your neck, leaving soft, gentle, teasing kisses, as if he were waiting for you to elbow him and kick him out of the apartment because all you’d done for weeks is look the other way when he showed any interest in fucking you. The erection pressed against your ass proved just how torturous those long weeks without your attention had been. How could you neglect him? He did so much for you. All he wanted was you…

Suddenly you spun around, letting Yangyang readjust his grasp onto the opposite hips now that you were facing him, and you immediately began kissing him passionately. He seemed a bit caught off guard. For the first few moments, he didn’t kiss you back, but once you tangled your fingers in his long pink hair, he was a goner, kissing you with so much passion that you tilted back into the counter, your head brushing the cupboard you’d fought with minutes prior. His hands wandered down until he found the soft spot right under your ass where he could grab you and lift you onto the counter, the perfect height for him to fuck you. 

It was completely unceremonial the way Yangyang pulled your pants down to your ankles and you simultaneously tore his shirt off his body all at the speed of light— Like the two of you were a pair of starved dogs who couldn’t hold back from feasting on their next meal. Your shirt went next, then his pants and underwear. Yangyang fiddled with your bra for a moment before unclasping it with a victorious moan vibrating against your nipple that he took into his mouth. The hold you hand on his pink hair tightened, urging him to move things along faster, having him stand up straight so that he could palm his erection with one hand while the other fell down to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit while two fingers teased your entrance to get you wet at quicker pace. You moaned, pulling him in for another deep kiss.

What happened to holding back? You promised yourself that you wouldn’t give in— Especially now when he was feeding your delusions about lying to his friends, coworkers, and bosses about his wellbeing just so he could stay home with you all day to fuck you dumb… or vice versa, if you ever had it your way. Honestly, you were distracted by the surprise that his hair was still so soft after all the dye and products he had to use to keep it such a bright pink color, and even then it was already fading, so he would have to decide sooner than later if he wanted to freshen it up or dye it a different color. Knowing hair dye, you knew that the pink wouldn’t come out or be covered up easily, so the unfortunate reality was that he would have to go a dark color… You hated that. The best thing in the entire world was whenever he would come home with some kind of new bright hair, like his famous pink or your favorite platinum or gray colors.

“Why’ve you been ignoring me?” he asked prior to a quiet grunt as he slid his fingers into your wet hole.

“Because—”

He hit your g-spot once he was inside and curling his fingers upwards.

“Because—”

And then he scissored his fingers open to stretch you wide enough for his waiting cock.

“Because I didn’t want to fuck you!”

He hesitated. “What?”

That wasn’t what you meant… It sounded wrong when you said it like that, but he was being a nuisance with his fingers, and it was the only way you could think to spew out your thoughts quickly before another pathetic moan could escape you.

“I mean… You’ve been so busy… Rehearsing, recording, working out, having meetings… I didn’t want to distract you…”

Slowly, his fingers thrusted into you again, but it was so slow that all it did was remind you that he was inside you rather than him trying to push you towards an orgasm.

“I didn’t think we’d have any time, Xiao Yang…”

He moaned at the nickname, his eyes rolling while his eyelids shut. “You’re so silly sometimes,” he whispered, curling his fingers again to make you arch your back and moan out his nickname for him. “I always have time for you.” He leaned in close to kiss your cheek. “Why do you think I keep dying my hair pink?”

That did it for the both of you— Within an instant, you were reaching out for his cock to stroke it while he stepped closer to the counter and you spread your legs wider to accommodate him. He took one last moment to appreciate that warmth of your tight walls wrapped around his fingers, then he pulled them out, only to replace them with the tip of his cock both of you were working together to line up at your entrance.

“You just wanted me that badly, hmm? Had to keep yourself away?” He grinned smugly.

With a roll of your eyes, you wrapped your legs around his waist and put one of your hands on the small of his back while the other remained in his hair. Yangyang let you take the lead by having you contract your legs and push on his back so that he slowly started pressing into you, filling you up inch by inch until he was completely inside, his length twitching with excitement.

“Go on, then, pretty boy, show me how much you missed me,” you told him.

“Ah, sheise,” he moaned in response, rushing to fuck you as a rough pace that made it hard to keep your legs wrapped around him. You didn’t want him going anywhere though. It’d been so long, both of you were so pent up, there was no reality in which you would ever let the two of you go on without fucking each other for so long in the future.

Yangyang’s thighs slapped against the cupboards underneath the counter you sat on every time he thrusted all the way inside of you. In and out. Tip to base. The sound of the two of you panting and moaning echoed throughout the apartment, the constant pace of his thrusts surely letting the neighbors know what you were up to. What if you guys took too long… What if Kun and Hendery came by to see what was wrong, why Yangyang missed their scheduled gym time for the first time in years— Honestly, you wouldn’t have cared, you would’ve kept going even with his friends watching, but you wondered if Yangyang would’ve stopped due to his embarrassment of being caught with his pants down and ball deep in his girlfriend.

“Harder, Xiao Yang,” you pleaded with him.

He pressed one hand against the cupboard over your head to support himself while fucking you even faster and leaning in to kiss you as a distraction from the way he was getting noticeably closer to his orgasm even though it hadn’t been that long. At least he was cute after denying him for so long… His desperation left him incapable of speaking or keeping his eyes open, and there was no way for him to fight against the tight hold your legs had around his waist.

“Fuck— Mein hase—“ He toppled a bit. “Need you to cum first…” He trailed his hand from your waist to your clit to rub fast circles around the sensitive bud, hoping to race you towards your orgasm faster than his own was approaching. “So fucking pretty when you take my cock, hase.”

You tugged on his hair, and Yangyang faltered slightly with a blissful moan. “So fucking pretty when you fuck me, Xiao Yang.” You won that battle. He immediately submitted to your Dominance with just a rough pull on his pink hair. “Make me cum, baby. Just like that!” Your hips bucked against his, the counter creaking under you.

The faster his fingers worked, the slower his hips went, but that was okay because you were finally teetering on the edge, your orgasm creeping up on you sooner than you thought possible… Maybe it really was a bad idea to stay away from him for so long. Not only was he desperate for you, but you were obviously just as eager to feel him in you again, his thin but long cock pistoning inside of you while his fingers expertly played with your clit the way you taught him. He really was the best listener. Your best boy.

“Yangyang!” you moaned.

Suddenly, you were cumming before you could warn him. Your walls tightened violently around him, causing him to hiss while flicking your clit even faster to make sure you properly rode out your high.

“I’m cumming— Sheise—“ He jerked his hips back like he was trying to pull out of you and instead elect to cum on your stomach, but what he hadn’t prepared himself for was the hold your legs had on him tightening, forcing him to stay buried inside of you. “Wait, wait, baby, I’m cumming—“ He struggled again. You held true.

“Cum inside of me, pretty boy.”

His legs shook under him as Yangyang couldn’t fight off his orgasm any longer. With a defeated moan, he came inside of you, panting in your ear, a cry of disbelief overtaking him. The two of you hardly ever fucked without a condom, so the idea of taking birth control consistently was… Well, not really important to either of you. With your hips tilted up, and him being held inside of you with nowhere to go, the thought of getting you pregnant scared him slightly, but even worse was that it made his orgasm hit him even harder. He could be the one to knock you up, to claim you. Everyone’d know you were his. His damn friends who took up so much of his time, preventing him from getting home to you, they would know you were his.

“I’m cumming again—“

Now you were the surprised one. Never before had Yangyang cum twice in a single round of fucking… And he didn’t even take time to fuck you again, building up to the orgasm. No, it just hit him like a ton of bricks. He remained in you, riding out his second strong orgasm that took his breath away, his hand wrapping around the cupboard handle tightly. When he tried to pull out of you again, you didn’t let up as either of you expected— No, you stared at his red cheeks, his heavy lidded eyes, and his jaw hanging agape, admiring the way he looked so fucked-out all because of you.

“Please,” he begged quietly.

You shook your head. “Gotta make sure it sticks.”

He moaned again, biting his lip and looking down at where your bodies met, the creaminess of his two loads already seeping out around his cock, standing his pelvis and the inside of your thighs.

“You’re so pretty when you can’t think straight, baby…” You smiled at him, brushing his sweaty pink hair out of his face. He blushed in response. “You’ll have to call in sick… I don’t think you’ll be able to leave bed tonight or tomorrow.” He gulped at the thought. “Pretty boy.”

Yangyang leaned back in to kiss you one more time. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And then there was a knock at the door. “Liu Yangyang! Where the fuck are you?!” Shit, Kun sounded pissed…

Yangyang tried to pull out of you again, as if he hadn’t learned his lesson yet, you weren’t letting him go, not even for his friends. He accepted his fate willingly. With a quiet sigh, he said that he’d text them that he was sick… and that he couldn’t make it to work the following day… You smiled at him, content with that conclusion, patting his pink hair to show your appreciation.

[thetypingpup]

[6:27 pm] Somehow, you and Yangyang got side tracked while studying. Somehow, you ended up laid out over Yangyang’s couch, with your skirt shoved up to your hips and your panties looped around your ankle. Somehow, Yangyang ended up kneeling between your legs. His own shirt is unbuttoned and askew, parted to reveal several marks on his neck, some new and some old but all left by you. It’s not a total mystery, how the hands that were just typing away at a laptop now grasp your thighs. One too many smirks and suggestive remarks between hits from a shared blunt led you down this road. Not that either of you mind. You’d much rather learn more about what gives each other pleasure than whatever lesson you zoned out for during class. Said blunt lays smoldering in the ash tray, faint wisps of smoke dissipating in the air, just like your quiet moans.

You reach down to grab onto his hair and let out a sigh of pure bliss. His lips wrap around your clit just right, sending the perfect amount of pleasure coursing through you. Your fluffy ears lower against your head. Your entire body relaxes onto the couch, sprawled out as if you’re melting onto the cushions. You simply move your hips in time with his ministrations, enjoying the way his plush mouth feels against your core. You try to be quiet, but fuck it he's making you feel so good you can't help but let out soft moans and whines under your brearh. And fuck the way he purrs against your core only adds to your euphoria. The way he purrs in content just from eating you out never fails to make the experience infinitely more erotic.

As soon as his tongue flicks over the very tip of your clit, an intense surge of pleasure flashes like a lightning bolt. You cut off your resulting moan with a gasp, lest you end up screaming his name in the middle of the living room. More. That’s the only word your mind can conjure. You want more of that profound pleasure. With both hands tangled in his hair, fingers tugging at the roots, you hold him in place, keeping his mouth exactly where you want him. With a mrrow of surprise he peers up at you, grabbing your thighs tighter for purchase. Your hips move faster, going from subtle gyrations to outright grinding on his face. Your sensitive bud moves against his tongue perfectly, making you stutter out an elongated sigh as you keep the electricity of ecstasy buzzing within you. As for Yangyang, he remains obediently still as you smear the taste of his arousal all over his tongue and lips, his ears folded back as he just enjoys the feeling of you humping his face.

It’s not long before you’re reaching your peak. Your back bows sharply, torso arching off the couch as you let out a silent scream of bliss. That gathering electricity of euphoria compacts like a tensing spring before surging through you in bursts of bliss, and your thighs tremble in response. The rhythm of your hips completely falters as you simply grind and press yourself against his face, completely uncoordinated, just desperate for more even stimulation to ride out your high.

You look down to meet his gaze, seeing that his eyes were wide open and watching you the whole time. He pants heavily, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. He’s an absolute mess, face tinged red from the exertion, lips and chin glistening with your release, his hair in complete disarray and gathered at all angles. But to you, he’s never looked better, especially as his tongue peeks out to sweep over his bottom lip as if he wants another taste. But it’s his words, the first thing you hear him say as you come down, that really amplifies your attraction to him. A hint of a purr laces his raspy voice, only accentuating the alluring way he hums to you, “Mmm, you look so hot when you cum.”

A rush of heat rises to the surface of your cheeks. No one’s ever told you that before, especially not with such earnest fervor behind their words. You blink in surprise, definitely not expecting him to say that. But you like it. You want to hear more. You want him to keep complimenting you, especially if he says it like that. Fuck, you could listen to him all day, even if he wasn’t saying such things to you. You could hear his voice, no matter the state, from his light jovial jests to the deeper timbre he uses in the bedroom, that you’ve only ever heard when he’s with you. You just…like hearing his voice is all.

You dismiss the musing, not wanting to turn this heated moment too saccharine. In the back of your mind, you seek to maintain the platonic base of your connection to him, and somehow yearning for him to keep giving you erotic compliments feels far too intimate to be platonic. In the forefront of your mind, you note the way arousal pulses between your legs at the sight of him, recalling what his mouth felt like mere moments ago, and you want more. With a playful giggle, you spread your legs once more and entice with a teasing lilt in your voice, “Wanna make me cum again?”

An excited smile lifts his lips, his ears perking up in interest, “Hell yea. I want more of you.”

An even more intense rush of heat rises to your face at that.

[wayvchip]

making out with wayv

genre/warnings: fluff, suggestive (minors DNI), established relationship, boyfriend!wayv

kun is definitely the type to constantly smile throughout the kiss and you can feel it when he does that, which makes your heart flutter. makeouts with kun are usually quite brief, and very gentle and sweet. kun would also frequently make sure to take short breaks in between kisses in case you ran out of air because he's just considerate like that.

ten would constantly tease you and get you all riled up. wbk ten is a huge flirt. he would smirk the entire time, whisper dirty things to you, and use a lot of tongue in his kisses. plus, his hands would be roaming all over your body and feeling you up. makeout sessions with ten usually lead to more because he gets all hot and bothered just by kissing you.

winwin would be quite shy and even hesitant at first, but quickly gets into the mood. he prefers if you take the lead at first, and then he'll take over after a bit. winwin definitely goes a little crazy when you grab onto the hem of his shirt while he's sweetly kissing you. bro has had so many kissing scenes from his dramas i truly believe he is more experienced than he lets on.......

xiaojun's kisses would be very slow and passionate, because he wants you to feel loved. he's extra and puts on one of his r&b playlists because he likes the romantic atmosphere it creates. xiaojun holds both of your hands in his hands during the whole makeout session too :(( be sure to expect very intense eye contact from him.

hendery KNOWS what he's doing. he knows all the right buttons to push and is a playful tease too, he'll literally pull away and chuckle just as you're about to deepen the kiss. tbh i can see hendery being a biter. now you didn't hear this from me, but i feel like hendery is definitely the type to do the knee thing (iykyk) while he's marking your neck up with pretty purple bruises.

yangyang would get wayyy too excited at the idea of making out with you and practically jumps on top of you, almost bumping his forehead into yours. he would smash his lips against yours and giggle in between kisses because he just can't contain his excitement!!! pro tip: play with yangyang's hair when he's kissing you, it makes him absolutely melt into a puddle.

[kpopsexstories]

Yangyang fucking his best friend's sister

I got a request a while ago, about Yangyang fucking his best friend's sister. Shout-out to whoever made that request 😊

I wanted to let you know that this story is coming TOMORROW! I've been working on it since the request first came in and I'm finally done and ready to share it.

I like the way this story turned out. I find it quite sweet and universal, like the perfect fit for a fan's dream scenario. Yangyang is friends with your brother and things, well, happen between you when he comes to visit for the weekend. It's a basic premise that works well, and your first night together opens up to a potential part two about what happens for the rest of your weekend (which, I should add, I have not yet written).

I hope you'll enjoy this one-shot tomorrow! Until then, here are some other relevant stories and posts you can check out right now:

Yangyang's Most Memorable Sexual Experience featuring Ten. Until now this is the only Yangyang story I've published.

The entire Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT and WayV series. This series ended back in June and took me the better part of a year to finish. That's 21 unique smut stories for you to enjoy 😊

My Master List post, where you can find all my smut and groups in one convenient place.

You can look forward to the new Yangyang fucking his best friend's sister story tomorrow! 😁 Thanks again for the request to the anonymous person who sent it in months ago.

[multifandomslxt]

who do you think in nct (minus the new team ofc) are the pussy eaters? like one thing about them is that they gon eat some pussy? probably even on the first link? im curious

Ooooo this is a good question😩😩😩

Yuta, Johnny, Haechan, Jeno, Renjun, Kun

These men lick their fingers clean when they’re done with you. know those men that just stare at it and moan or say something like “fuck”? Yup mhmm this is them right here. Definitely tells you how pretty it is and how good it tastes. They aren’t messy and they’re very focused on the task at hand. Experienced so they’re in no rush. These are the pros NOT FOR BEGINNERS!!😂

Jaemin, Mark, Yang Yang , Xiaojun, Taeyong, Ten

😩✋🏿. They eat it like they are STARVINGGGGGGGG. Unlike the pros these ones are messy. Baby you’re all over their face and they love that shit. Their face is in that bitch ya hear me??you’ll hear all that slurping and moaning. Even when you’re done they still want more. STARVINGGGGG.

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I am so sorry for this section but I have to tell you the truth🙇🏿‍♀️

Jaehyun, winwin

Honey they just want to fuck. Half assed type of eating. “Did you cum yet?” They know where the clit is but pussy eating does not do it for them and they’ll let you know that by the lazy barely there licks they give you😭😭

Jisung, jungwoo, hendery, chenle

They do not know what tf they’re doing😂

They are willing to be taught though. They’re wild asf but in a “calm down. Calm down” type of way lmaooo once they get the hang of it they’ll definitely be in the starving and pro groups trust me. Hendery and chenle are more likely to be pros after a few lessons.

Doyoung

No thanks. He doesn’t want to . Try again next time. He’ll accept bj and finger you. After that? Fucking. 🤷🏿‍♀️😭😭😭

[hencheri]

your hendery step-brother fic was so 🤗😋😋. lets think simlar to yangs, i mean like imagine him as your step-brother, who sneaks in your room every night to get his work done! also he likes to call you 'mama' (idk it felt very yangyang thing to me)

what about sneaking into the shower..? (and i could see him saying 'mama' but as a joke lol)

18+. mdni.

warning: stepcest.

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stepbro!yangyang who hears the shower running, eyes shooting up from the screen of his laptop, immediately getting thoughts he surely shouldn't act on. but yangyang always gets what he wants and he couldn't care less about the consequences of his actions.

and the fact that you're his big sister doesn't hold him back a second from sneaking into the bathroom.

the mirror fogged up from the hot temperature of the water, shower curtains pulled all the way, hiding your nude body from yangyang, but not for so long.

he hears a bottle cap opening and closing, smelling the sweet strawberry scent of your shampoo that he always gets a sniff of whenever you pass by him in the house. oh, he can't wait to join in with you.

he rapidly sheds his clothes off one by one, falling on top of yours on the floor.

the touch of his cold fingertips on your hips startle you, gasping out in surprise. you glimpse down at the hands holding you, noticing dark and white nail polish, colours that your stepbrother picked out for you to put on his nails.

he pulls you back against his chest, his lips finding home in the crook of your neck, leaving wet trails down to your shoulder.

"yangyang, what are you-"

but you never finish your sentence as you moan out loud, feeling the tip of his hard cock prodding at your entrance, pulling your legs apart with his foot.

he knows you're not as innocent as you appear to be. he sees your lingering looks, your dirty smiles, your touchy hands that always accidentally brush over one specific sensitive part of his body.

so your surprise doesn't alert him at all, he knows it's fake because you were hoping for him to hop in the shower with you.

and now that he finally did, you relish in the way his girth pushes into your pussy, stretching you out wide and well.

"holy fuck," yangyang curses in your ear, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "you dirty bitch, how dare you let me use you like this? huh?" he sounds angry, but he isn't. he loves you, loves how you squeeze his cock desperately and how you were just waiting for this to happen.

you cry both in pleasure and pain, laying your hands on yangyang's hands that are tightly holding your hips, pounding into you hard and fast.

he's never been mean to you, maybe because he likes being the cute and kind little brother, but all this frustration that built up over the years, unable to show you his love anywhere else than in the confines of your bedrooms, makes him want to punish you, to shame you for letting him be indecent to you.

"is this how you let other guys fuck you?" he asks, "you let them take you from behind like a whore?" he grips a handful of your hair, turning your head around to he can get a glimpse at your beautiful, pleading eyes.

"n-no, only you," you croak out, streams of water dripping over your face and supple breasts, rolling over your puffy nipples.

"only who?"

"you, yangyang," you moan his name, one powerful thrust making you lose your balance and lean your hands on the wall of the shower in front of you.

"that's right, baby," yangyang growls, watching your asscheeks clap against the skin of his thighs. "your brother is the only one you should let use your dirty pussy like this."

[botchedbrat]

┃ YOU LIKE IT WET AND SO DO I

“so wet, baby and this is all for me?” you’re backstage, legs spread open on the couch, yangyang on his knees in front of you. did you get turned on by your boyfriend on stage? yes, but why wouldn’t you? have you seen him?

“just for you.” spreading your lips, he leans forward to lick in between your fingers, moaning at the taste.

“just me being on stage get you wet, baby?” he inserts a finger, slowly pumping it in and out, watching the way your face contorts with pleasure.

“mhm.” you arch your back, your legs moving to rest on his shoulders. “please, yang. give me what i want. i’ve been a good girl.”

┃ KEEP ME HUMMING, KEEP ME MOANING

you’re sure you look a mess now, halfway down the couch, gripping on the edge, nails digging into the leather. with your legs still on yangyang’s shoulders, your toes curl.

“oh fuck, fuck.” you grind against his nose, hands pulling on his hair. “please, wanna cum. make me cum, baby.”

you could squeal at the way he’s eating you out so good. yangyang would rather give than receive. he just loves being able to bury his face into your pussy. licking, sucking, kissing, all of it. he could do it for hours if you’d let him. he gets off on hearing your moans, feeling you pull on his hair, the way your breathing starts getting faster, seeing the way your brows furrow and your hips grind against his face. you were such a beauty, he could never get enough of you.

and when he finally gets a taste of your release, he himself cums as well. moaning against your pussy, licking it all up and grinding against the bed.

“can i clean you up?” you whisper, sitting up on your elbows.

“please.” he breathes, moving up to lay beside you.

beyoncé’s album helped with this one. thank you beyoncé!

also thank you to @snowball-doie for the encouragement to get this one done HAHA <33

[fruithoughts]

when he misses your face. . .