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🌊 salt in my mouth. joshua hong

for what it’s worth, you’d let him fuck you breathless in the ocean a hundred times over — and on every balcony in the world if he asked, because this, in and of itself, is everything.

🏝️ GENRE :: idol au, erotic romance, contemporary au, friends-with-benefits

🏝️ PAIRING/WC:: joshua hong × fem!reader ⋅ 2,904 words

🏝️ CONTENT :: friends with benefits dynamic, beach / resort setting (maldives), mutual pining, no official relationship but the line is blurry on purpose, sex in places (ocean, balcony), mutual pleasure, female pleasure focus

⚠️ WARNINGS :: explicit sexual content MDNI!! multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, oral references, dirty talk, fingering, semi-public sex (ocean + open balcony), mild choking/breath play implications (from intensity, not control), strong language, light overstimulation, marking (scratches), non-graphic references to idol life, no explicit contraception mention (implied creampie), slightly unrealistic underwater sex (salty water, ph balance, etc etc)

🏝️ A/N :: so to speak… i should’ve been sleeping. or, i don’t know, doing my assignments like a responsible functioning human being. but instead, i rushed everything, speedran a paper i will never emotionally recover from, and then spent the last hour before midnight in maldives time spiraling over three [3] photos of joshua hong. believe it or not, this fic was born out of that exact moment of weakness… no, enlightenment. my working title was literally “don’t fuck around,” and to be fair, that still holds true thematically. because what is this fic if not the literary version of standing in the ocean and saying, “i’m horny and afraid”?

i started this draft with the full intention of making something short and stupid but ended up, deadass, writing something kindaaaaaa romantic, maybe even a little pretty. at the end of the day, if you’ve ever looked at a shirtless sun-kissed man in the ocean and thought, yeah, i might as well drown right now, this one’s for you.

should you choose to proceed, please know: joshua owes me emotional damages. and i’m still crawling across the maldives like a crab. not proof-read. sea divider from @cafekitsune

The Maldives sun is relentless but indulgent; showing off just for the two of you. After a long morning of his back-to-back shooting, the crew has packed up and left, disappearing into the shade of the resort’s far side. The villa is yours for the afternoon.

You're still damp from the shower, though the air outside does little to cool you off. Your skin already prickles with sweat trailing down the backs of your thighs beneath your cotton shorts. You tug an oversized t-shirt over your head before stepping out onto the private deck that spills straight into the sand. The fabric sticks to you almost instantly. The heat kisses your skin like it’s in on the joke.

It clings to your shoulders and wraps around your thighs, making your t-shirt plaster to your back with every step toward the beach. Your hair is already damp from the humid, salt-laced air, and the breeze carries the taste of sun-warmed sea across your lips. A cicada drones lazily somewhere high in the treetops behind you, but your gaze remains fixed on one thing.

Joshua.

He’s already waist-deep in the water, waiting, if not for you, then for something close enough. Chest bare, sun-drenched and slow-moving like something dreamt into being. His hair is slicked back, and drops of water tracing down the line of his throat can be seen past the rise of his collarbones. His arms are loose at his sides as he leans back just slightly, tilting his face to the sky like he’s soaking it all in; the light, the ocean, the fact that he’s beautiful and knows it.

You stop just where the waves kiss the shore, feet half-buried in hot sand, watching him tilt his head up to face the sun like he’s letting it bless him. He could be a painting, a sin, or a warning label.

And maybe it’s the heat, or the stillness. Or the fact that you’ve been fucking each other for months now without ever bothering to figure out why it keeps feeling more like something.

One look at him and you already feel heat blooming between your legs.

“Don’t fuck around with me right now, Shua.”

He turns his head, eyes dark and amused. The corners of his mouth lift like he’s heard you say that a hundred times and never once listened. “You came out here to stare at me again?” he asks, clearly letting it play loose.

You squint at him through the sunlight. “I came out here to stay dry.”

“Mm. Not what I remember you saying last night.”

And before you can respond, or can even blink, he strides forward in the water and grabs your wrist.

“Joshua—” you yelp, twisting back, but it’s already too late.

He tugs you in with effortless ease as if the tide itself is working for him. You stumble forward, legs splashing into the shallows, then thighs, then hips. He pulls you closer until your front bumps his wet and warm and solid chest. The water laps around the two of you, and your t-shirt is soaked through, clinging to your body like a second skin. You meet his gaze with a glare, refusing to look away.

“I swear to God—”

But you find him already looking at you with that simmering gaze. His hand slides around your waist with his fingers grazing the small of your back, and your breath catches before you can pretend otherwise.

“Don’t you wanna cool off?” he murmurs, leaning in, voice curling against your ear.

“I said I didn’t wanna get wet.”

Joshua laughs, “you always say that,” he says, brushing his nose along your jaw. “And then you let me fuck you in every corner of every place we go.”

His fingers trail up the back of your shirt, curling around the hem, and even through the cling of the wet fabric, his touch sinks in like skin to skin. He tugs your hair back just enough to tilt your head, exposing the line of your neck, and then his mouth finds you.

Lips drag along your jaw, down to your throat, moving like time doesn’t apply to him. You reach for his arm as your fingers wrap around the curve of his bicep where that familiar cross tattoo sits etched into his skin. Your tongue flicks over the ink before you kiss it, and he groans low against your neck, his grip on your bare waist tightening like praise.

Your hands then press flat to his chest. “You really know how to test someone.”

He kisses your throat. “And how to make them forgive me.”

Your laugh escapes you breathless and bright just as he reaches down to grasp the hem of your t-shirt. He tugs it upward, the soaked fabric clinging to your skin as if reluctant to let go, until he pulls it over your head in one swift motion and tosses it somewhere behind you. His gaze darkens the moment it lands on the black lace beneath—thin, wet, and molded to your body.

“Fuck,” he expresses, staring like he’s memorizing it. “You wore this for me.”

You smirk. “Would you be mad if I said yes?”

“No,” he lets you know, his fingers trailing down your sides with as much reverence as tension, then sweeping back up to unhook your bra in a single flick. It slips into the water without a sound, and he doesn’t even look away once. “Tell me no,” he says, voice catching, as if to give you the chance.

But you don’t; instead, you lean in and press your mouth to his, and just like that — everything tips.

He turns you until your back presses firmly against his chest, the cool water rising waist-high around you both. His hands slip beneath the waistband of your underwear, dragging the soaked fabric down your thighs just like he’s done a thousand times before. You step free, and the delicate cloth disappears behind you without a sound.

His voice is ragged, whispering hot and low against your collarbone, “hold onto me.”

You obey instinctively as one of your arms wraps around his neck while the other tightens on his forearm. Slowly, his hand slides between your parted legs underwater, fingers ghosting along your inner thigh before plunging inside your cunt. Two fingers curl deep, tracing patterns that make you moan, breath catching in a quivering gasp. The water muffles your sounds, but he hears every tremulous whimper pressed against his skin.

“You always this wet for me, baby?” His grin is wicked as his tongue flicks over your burning shoulder, teeth grazing in a teasing bite. “And I’m not even inside you yet.”

Then, with a deliberate slide, his swim trunks fall away, and you reach for him beneath the water, curling your hand around his cock; pulsing and hard, slick from the sea now, though you can still feel the ghost of your spit from earlier, when your mouth had him before the ocean did. Both of you pant as your bodies slip and grind together, heat building despite the ocean’s chill.

He lines himself up and slowly slides his cock inside you, pressing in deep. The stretch pulls a raw, desperate gasp from your lips—messy and beautiful all at once. You feel everything: the smooth resistance of the water, the tight fullness of him sliding inside, the ragged sound of his breath shuddering near your ear.

By and large, he fucks you like no one’s watching, rolling his hips with a relentless rhythm, rocking you forward with every thrust. You cling to his forearm as your back arches and your neck tilts back, the ocean swirling around your trembling bodies.

“You feel that?” he breathes. “You feel me, don’t you?”

You nod, whimpers coming out your mouth, desperate and undone. His pace quickens, and the water slaps rhythmically around your hips as he thrusts into your cunt again and again, cock dragging along your slick, swollen walls. The tension inside you coils tight, pressure building in your abdomen with every deep stroke, every grind of his hips against your ass.

Oh fuck, you think you might come just from the sound of his voice; strained, burning, loving the way you surrender to him. “You feel so fucking tight,” he praises. “You always take me so good, baby.”

You clench around him as your cunt pulses wildly, your legs shaking uncontrollably in the water. “Shua—fuck—please—”

“Let go for me,” he voice against your ear, commanding. “I want to feel you come all over my cock. Let the whole ocean know.”

Taking his signal, your orgasm crashes into you with no warning. Your pussy clenches tight around his dick, spasming as you cry out his name, your body quivers in ecstasy in his arms. It tears through you wave after wave, making you gasp, choke, pant; your cunt throbbing around him as you come hard, juices mixing with seawater, your thighs trembling.

He groans, curses, and fucks into you even harder, like he wants to feel every last squeeze. “Fuck—you feel that? You’re still fucking coming.”

You whimper being overstimulated, but it doesn’t stop. He adjusts his grip on your hips and starts thrusting again, pushing deeper now, making you break one more time.

Your second orgasm builds faster, and more desperate than before. He thrusts straight into your g-spot, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still as your cunt tightens violently around him once more. You bend your head down and scream into his shoulder, body convulsing, your pussy gushing wet and pulsing, completely at his mercy.

“Good girl,” he groans. “Give me one more.”

You don’t know how—but your body obeys. The third orgasm tears through you like fire, so sharp you see stars behind your eyes, hips jerking, cunt spasming around his cock as you sob into his neck. And then, you find him coming too.

His moan is guttural as he slams into you one last time, cock twitching, pulsing, spurting hot cum inside you. He stays buried there, panting against your skin as his release spills into your cunt, mixing with everything you’ve already given him.

You both float there still locked in the afterglow, your bodies slick and tangled together, spent from everything you just gave and took. Your pussy flutters weakly around the softening length still buried inside you, as if reluctant to let go, while the tide rocks around your hips back and forth as though trying to soothe the fire still burning low between your thighs.

You’re wrecked; shaking, warm, and thoroughly satisfied. Drunk on the sound of his breathing against your ear, on the weight of his hands around your waist, and on the way the world feels calm now with cool breeze in the background. And for what it’s worth, you’d let him fuck you in the ocean a hundred times over, because this, in and of itself, is everything.

His lips brush your temple as he exhales a breath. “If we stay in here any longer, I’m going to start again.”

You let out the chuckle he loves so dearly. “We should probably get out before I forget how to walk.”

He hums, pressing one last kiss behind your ear before he shifts, lifting you easily into his arms.

Water slides off both of you in glimmering trails as he carries you from the sea. His bare feet thudding gently against warm wooden boards, leaving behind a trail of wet footprints that vanish under the sun. Neither of you say a word, but then again, arguably, nothing needs to be said.

The towel accidentally slips off your body the moment he sets you down on the edge of the villa’s balcony. It pools forgotten at your feet, and it's safe to say, because of this action, you don’t make it inside.

He’s already hard again before your heartbeat even slows, his cock twitching against your thigh as he kisses you wet, tongue curling against yours like he has all the time in the world, even as hunger claws at both of you. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, angling your hips until your bare back presses against the cool balcony railing, and then he pushes inside you in one deep, rough thrust, without teasing you first.

You let out a high, broken gasp, because he doesn’t ease in this time. He fucks into your cunt owning it himself, already open and sensitive from the orgasms he’s torn out of you. The stretch burns, but delicious and overwhelming, your cunt soaked from the ocean and everything he’s done to you, and now he’s fucking into it.

“That’s it,” he groans against your breast, his tongue dragging over your nipple, teasing it into a tight peak. “You feel that? Even the wind knows what I’m doing to you.”

There’s no lie in it, it's true. The breeze brushes across your sweat-slick skin, cooling your flushed body just enough to remind you how raw and exposed you are with him under the blue sky. His hands grip your hips, dragging you down onto his cock again and again, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the open air. You moan, as your fingers claws at his back, leaving sharp red trails down his spine.

He fucks you like he’s chasing the high, chasing your voice breaking apart under him, chasing the pussy he loves so much clamping down around him every time he hits just right. Or, maybe, chasing the fact that you’ve already come for him four fucking times—three underwater, once since he carried you inside—and you body still begging for more.

“You’re so good for me,” he praises. “Always so fucking good. Let me ruin you a little more, yeah? Give me another one. Come for me again.”

Yes, yes, yes, you whisper yes so many times it becomes the only word you know at this point. Your legs shake, thighs tensing around his waist as he grinds hitting that perfect spot over and over, and you break with a sob; your fifth orgasm ripping through you like lightning. Your pussy spasms around his cock, soaking him as you cry out, hips jerking, clit throbbing against the pressure of his body.

He holds you through it, fucking you through every twitch and clench, groaning at the way you squeeze him so tight he can barely move. And still, he doesn’t let up.

“You can give me one more,” he growls, biting at your throat. “Come on, baby. You’ve got one more in you.”

You don’t think you do—but he knows your body better than you do, and when he slips one hand between your legs and presses his thumb to your clit, it’s over. You fall apart again, pussy fluttering, your cunt milking his cock with frantic spasms as your sixth orgasm tears through your exhausted, trembling body.

He buries his face in your neck with a guttural moan, thrusts once, twice, and then he’s spilling inside you, cock pulsing as he fills your cunt with his hot cum, hips jerking as he rides it out. His breath is harsh against your skin, and your name leaves his lips like a wish.

And for what it’s worth, you’d let him fuck you breathless on every balcony in the world if he asked.

You don’t know how long you lie there afterward with your body sun-drenched and salt-sticky, skin warm and glowing, your legs tangled with his, his hand still resting on your thigh with no plans of moving it. The ocean murmurs somewhere behind you, waves rolling in a lazy rhythm, and the air smells like salt and coconut sunscreen and something a little like love, as it were.

Joshua’s forehead rests against yours, his breath ghosting across your cheek. His lashes flutter like he’s still halfway inside the moment, his lips parted just slightly from how hard you both came minutes ago—underwater, no less, because truth be told, you never really do anything halfway when it’s the two of you.

He kisses you like it’s instinct, like his mouth has always known where to find yours. His hand drifts through your hair, brushing out sand in strokes as he breathes out one of those real warm laughs, that he only lets slip when he forgets who he’s supposed to be and just lets himself be Joshua, not the idol, not the brand, not the polished favorite of millions; just your friend who still tastes like vanilla and sin.

“If this is just fun,” he initiates, “then why do I feel like kissing you forever?”

And to be fair, he’s not wrong. Because technically speaking, yeah, you’re just friends, and this thing between you is casual, cool, no strings, deadass chill... so to speak. But believe it or not, every time he touches you, it feels like the first time someone really touched you. And at the end of the day, even if it’s not love, it’s… something, isn’t it?

You just kiss him again a little deeper this time, like maybe it is love after all, and needless to say, he doesn’t pull away.

The breeze slips past your bodies, warm and salty, and the ocean, not that it matters, it keeps your secrets without judgment. Because it is what it is, and you might as well stay a little longer. Should you choose to, of course.

⌦ 🌊 © mylovesstuffs | est. 2025. thank you for reading—your reblog means everything. until we meet again, stay cozy and keep dreaming! ◜ᴗ◝

#HELLO???#this was too good.#literal perfection #i need him so bad #fic recs!

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channiesbakery · 2 months ago

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HOSHI SOLO STAGES (Damage, Touch, Spider)

HxW 'Warning' Fanconcert Seoul Day 1

#he’s insane #he’s served enough he doesn’t need to enlist 💔#hoshi <3

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channiesbakery · 2 months ago

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not a request but you should change the color of your ask button to match your header or pfp. it would be so cute!

omg wait i had it set up as pink or green before but i just checked it and it’s the default blue now?? 😭 i need to figure out how to fix it 😭😭

#c’s love letters 💌

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channiesbakery · 2 months ago

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i need more carat friends to yap with 💔 none of my irl’s are really into kpop 😭

#c talks

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channiesbakery · 2 months ago

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REBLOG POSTS❗❗ COMMENT ON FICS❗❗COMPLIMENT FANART ❗❗LEAVE LITTLE NOTES IN THE TAGS❗❗ BOOKMARK FICS YOU LIKE❗❗ TELL AUTHORS WHAT YOU LIKED ABOUT THEIR FICS❗❗COMMENT ON DECADE OLD FICS ❗❗ADD YOUR OWN ANALYSIS IN LONG POSTS❗❗ENGAGE❗❗ INTERACT❗❗ BUILD A COMMUNITY ❗❗

While people don't work for engagement, it certainly doesn't do any harm..

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channiesbakery · 2 months ago

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hihi i’m back again >< its actually my birthday (july 2)!!! and i was wondering if you could please do fwb dino with “will you stay the night please?” :D

omg hi!! happy late birthday bestie!! sorry this took so long to get to but posted here :)

#c’s love letters 💌

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stay the night —

prompt / request —“will you stay the night”

pairing — fwb!chan + reader

word count — 1146

genre — smut [fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms (f receiving), creampie, dirty talk (praise)], fluff

it’s always been the same routine the past few months. chan would send a cliche “you up?” text. you’d pretend to be annoyed then end up in his bed or let him into yours anyways.

and after you’re both done, one of you would leave. it was easy. simple. no strings attached. something you had both agreed on when you started your friends with benefits arrangement.

tonight wasn’t supposed to be any different.

you were on your way home when chan texted so you stopped by his place immediately. nothing was different from any previous nights when you walked in.

chan greets you with a rough, bruising kiss the minute he let you in.

“thanks for coming,” he mumbled against your lips before his tongue is pushing past them. “everything okay?” you gasp against his lips but he doesn’t reply.

he acts like nothing’s wrong, like nothing’s on his mind.

“you wore this for me, hm?” he teases, squeezing your ass through the short skirt.

“don’t flatter yourself, i was out with friends when you texted,” you roll your eyes, but lean your head back as his lips moved to your jaw.

“maybe. but I’ll bet you’re wet. and that’s for me, not your friends,” he mumbled against your jaw.

his lips move down to your throat as he slips his hand into your panties, sliding two fingers into your pussy too easily. he’s groaning at how slick you are, muttering about how you need this just as much as he does.

chan doesn’t waste any time bringing you closer to your orgasm. he never does. every time you do this, he makes you cum first before he even considers his own orgasm.

unless he’s mean that night and wants to edge you til you’re crying. but it didn’t seem like tonight was that night.

your legs are already shaking when he makes you cum for the first time that night.

you barely remember how you get there, but you’re in his bed now.

“been thinking about this all day,” chan whispers in your ear. you’re on your hands and knees, feeling the tip of his leaking cock teasing your soaked folds.

“then fuck me how you need it,” you tease, wiggling your ass back against him.

he pushes into you with ease, both of you groaning when he bottoms out. he lets you adjust for a moment before he’s rougher.

“f-fuck- chan-” you whimper as his fingertips pressed harder into your hips, surely leaving bruises that’ll form in the morning.

“you love this, don’t you? the way i use you?” he whispers in your ear. his words make you clench around him, a soft whimper leaving your lips as he lets out a chuckle.

“yeah, you do. always taking me so perfectly. no one else takes me like you do,” he groans.

his hand curls around your throat, pulling you up so your back arches and you’re looking up at him.

“such a good girl for me, taking everything i give.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. a gesture a little too soft for someone who’s just your situationship.

but you’re not too focused on that with the way chan’s cock is sliding in and out of you.

he releases your throat, letting your face press back against the mattress as his hands go back to gripping your hips.

you’re getting close. chan notices your hand reaching between your thighs and he slaps it away, replacing it with his own fingers as he rubs your clit.

“you gonna cum for me baby? gonna make a mess on my cock like a good girl before i fill you up?”

you barely reply, only broken moans leaving your lips.

you cum on his cock with a cry as chan slows his thrusts, pulling out. you start protesting, mumbling about how he hasn’t cum yet when he flips you onto your back, your legs splaying open for him.

“oh, I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he smirks down at you, sliding his cock back into your soaked, overstimulated pussy.

you feel another orgasm building up, and now you’re the one marking him. your nails dig into his arms as you hold onto him.

“that’s it baby, eyes on me. wanna see your pretty face when you make a mess for me.” he coos as he rubs your clit.

chan chases his own orgasm after you cum. his thrusts get sloppier, a clear sign you’ve learned to recognize when he’s getting close.

he slams into you once more before he’s spilling inside you, groaning lowly in your ear. he collapses on top of you as he pumps every last drop into your pussy, his face buried in your neck as you both catch your breaths.

you let out a hiss from the sensitivity when his cock slowly drags out of you, his cum dripping out of you.

you’re feeling all floaty, barely registering that he’s left the bed until you feel a wet cloth cleaning between your thighs.

you lay there, let him clean you while he mumbled soft praises.

“took me so well.”

“so pretty when you make a mess for me.”

when chan steps away to toss the cloth in his laundry bin, you’re sitting up, reaching for your shirt to get dressed.

it’s a routine. one you’re both used to. but before you slip your skirt back on, chan stops you.

“just stay here tonight,” he says casually. “we don’t do sleepovers,” you remind him, sliding your skirt on over your hips anyways.

“it’s too late for you to go home,” chan shrugs. it’s a lousy excuse, you both know this. you call him out on it.

“I’ve left at later times,” you remind him. “okay fine. maybe i want you to stay tonight,” chan huffs.

he immediately regrets it when he sees the smirk on your lips. “what? you want post sex cuddles now?” you tease.

“don’t make this a whole thing,” he groans, pulling you back onto his bed, burying his face in your neck.

“oh I’m definitely making this a thing. lee chan, wanting a sleepover after sex? who are you? did i break you?” you giggle as he groans.

“brat,” he pinches your side lightly. “ask nicely then,” you tease and he looks up at you with a glare.

“nevermind, you can leave,” he rolls his eyes as you giggle softly. but he gives in anyways.

“will you stay the night?” he mumbles against your neck.

“I don’t know… I’m already dressed.” you tease and he just rolls his eyes again, flipping you onto your back.

“you and i both know i have no issue with undressing you.”

and when you settle against his pillows, dressed in one of his shirts now with his arm around your waist, you’re both starting to realize that maybe it’s not just casual anymore.

#seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino smut #dino x reader #lee chan smut #lee chan x reader #channiesbakery drabbles

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channiesbakery · 4 months ago

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minghao and hoshi as dance instructor

posted!!

#c’s love letters 💌

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channiesbakery · 4 months ago

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dance studio —

prompt / request — minghao and hoshi as dance instructor

pairing — dance instructor!hoshi + reader + dance instructor!minghao

word count — 668

genre — smut [semi public sex, p in v, threesome, oral (m receiving), slight degradation (slut), creampie]

author’s note — work is finally slowing down so i’ll have time to go through some old requests now :)

the minute you walked into their dance studio to sign up for lessons, both minghao and soonyoung developed crushes on you.

they were respectful, of course, not wanting to scare you off. but you definitely don’t miss the way they paid a little more attention to you than the other students, how their hands always seemed to linger just a little bit longer.

so when soonyoung asked if you wanted to have a private practice session with him, it was no surprise that it led to you pressed against the mirror with his cock buried deep inside you.

“that’s it, eyes on the mirror baby,” soonyoung mumbles into your ear, one hand gripping your jaw to keep you facing the mirror as his other hand guided his cock into you.

his eyes meet yours in the mirror, watching the way your mouth falls open as he stretches you out. “fuck you look so pretty,” he turns your face slightly to kiss you.

you lay your palms flat against the mirror, bracing yourself as he starts thrusting into you harder. “look at how well you’re taking me, sweetheart,” soonyoung grunts, his fingers digging into your hips.

both of you are so focused on each other, and on your pleasure, that you don’t hear someone entering the studio.

“well, well, well. what’s going on here?” minghao speaks up, making you gasp, whipping your head in his direction.

soonyoung doesn’t make any moves to slow his hips, in fact, he starts thrusting into you even harder.

“just– fuck– helping out our favorite student,” soonyoung grunts as you tighten around him at the sight of hao walking over to you.

“is that so? and you went to soonyoung for help, honey? not me?” minghao tilts your chin up to face him.

“i thought i was your instructor,” he fakes a pout. “clearly i am,” soonyoung smirks.

“you can both be my favorite,” you purr, one of your hands leaving the mirror to palm minghao over his sweats.

before long, you’re repositioned between your two dance instructors, bent over with soonyoung’s cock still deep inside you while minghao filled your mouth.

“such a good girl for us,” soonyoung groans, feeling your pussy tighten around him every time minghao’s cock hit the back of your throat.

“our pretty slut,” minghao praises, brushing your hair out of your face as he thrusts into your mouth.

“fuck-” you moan around his cock when soonyoung reaches around your body to rub your clit. “making such a mess on your cocks, baby,” he mutters in your ear, feeling your wetness coat him and the drool around his friend’s cock.

“can’t help it,” you whimper, releasing minghao’s cock with a pop. “our messy slut. why don’t you be a good girl and make an even bigger mess on soonyoung’s cock, hm?” minghao says, pushing his cock back into your mouth as soonyoung’s fingers moved faster around your clit.

right after you cum, soonyoung finishes as well, filling you up with his cum. you whimper around minghao’s cock as he pulls out of you, his fingers pushing his cum back into you before he slides your panties back in place to keep it all in.

“gonna swallow everything like a good slut?” minghao pats your cheek, bringing your attention back to him.

you look up at him with doe eyes, mumbling a yes around his cock before you feel his cum hit the back of your throat.

you continue sucking him as he finishes, swallowing every last drop.

“so good for us baby,” soonyoung praises as minghao pulls away, letting you lower yourself back against the mirror, all three of you panting.

“so… i think i might need a few more private sessions,” you say. “just to really perfect my dancing, of course.” you add slyly.

“just the dancing, sure baby,” soonyoung says, grinning a little. “well, our actual dance class doesn’t start for another hour. i think i wanna see how many times our favorite student can cum,” minghao smirks.

#seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut #hoshi x reader #hoshi smut #kwon soonyoung smut #minghao x reader #minghao smut #channiesbakery drabbles

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