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How to spot AI use in fics: an unofficial & friendly guide (July 2025)

Hi everyone~ I don’t think this post will come as a surprise to anybody. It is a joint effort with @cb97percent—a lot of the research you see on here is hers. We spent a considerable amount of time trying to understand ChatGPT in order to recognize its patterns. It doesn’t mean, however, that it helped us understand the people who sit in front of it, feed it a few prompts to generate fics, and then post those fics as theirs on here or onto other online spaces. That, I will never fathom. 

But if you’re like me, like us, and like the few people who have voiced their wish to avoid those AI-assisted or AI-generated fics but have no idea what they might look like, this post might be for you. And… this other post, beautifully and eloquently put together by our very miss @cb97percent, shows a perhaps even darker side of the story. It displays GPT’s “personality”, and how people can spot it. (Because, yes—some of these accounts use it to interact with their audience)

It’s just tumblr, it’s just rpf/fanfic, why do I think it’s so important: because what happens in subculture spaces matters. What the audience chooses to read, to give notes/likes/reblogs/interactions to is a vote of sorts. You can see it as a form of election almost. What gets interactions prevails. So, readers cast their votes every day by scrolling the tags, sampling, reading, and then choosing to leave comments or interactions, or not. So if more and more people use AI to generate fics, post them on here, and if more of the audience gives them interactions, soon enough, it’s all that will remain on fanfic spaces. 

And what happens in subculture spaces usually shifts in culture. We are already seeing it. By allowing it to happen in our online spaces, our ao3, our tumblr, and others, we are saying: let it happen in our novels, too. In our films, our video games, our music, our visual arts. And while I realize it’s pretty much inevitable, I decided I would not be passive about it. 

So—a few tips to help notice AI-generated content in fics (but it got longer than I thought it would)

This is knowledge I gathered by running limited experiments primarily on ChatGPT and a little bit on Gemini. With time, those AIs will learn more and this post will be outdated for the most part. I am also NOT an expert at ALL. This is really just based on those experiments and the things I saw on tumblr or other fic spaces.

↬ Clinical language: Most fics are generated on ChatGPT. It has an unmistakable, clinical voice that mimics human emotion without actually breaching it—look for overly poetic sentences but short paragraphs + a lot of paragraphs breaks. The lyricism won't serve a purpose in the storytelling, it will be hollow. It's a strange feeling once you spot it: that line between clinical and lyric. Uncanny.

If you know me, you know I'm all for imagery and metaphors, but... The prompt here was two friends reunited after a long time + friends to lovers. Oh, and I should probably get this out of the way—GPT adores everything sacred and religious and holy. It might be an easy shortcut when there is yearning to be written—what else are you gonna do when you've never felt it or anything else?

You can see how quick it is to go from one thing to the other, there's no lingering on any emotion or feeling, just clean vocabulary, clinical, short sentences. And holy stuff. So much religious stuff.

↬ Dialogue tags: ask any seasoned author “how can I replace the ‘said’ dialogue tag and they’ll probably just tell you to use said. It's basically invisible and allows for a better flow in both reading and writing because it doesn't catch the eye. I found that ChatGPT sometimes used "said" and other times avoided it at all costs—there was no in-between. However, other times, it didn't really use any, since its sentences are so straightforward.

And then it will just throw any other words at you:

I've seen a lot—“You melt.” “You cling to him.” "He grins." All that stuff.

Also: This isn't something I can provide an example for because it's something you feel with your heart, but humans are awkward! They are uncomfortable in romantic or other situations. They have humor that relates to culture, to past experiences, to real life.

GPT is only creating an illusion of that. True love, but make it under 10k. To me, GPT's generated stuff feels like a collab between Hallmark movies and Booktok. It utilizes shortcuts to make readers think of emotions as opposed to authors who evoke them.

↬ Unusual text formatting: I’m aware that there have been trends on here with certain formatting styles with bold and italics for example. I’ve seen it in the last two-ish years in fics themselves, but in the last few months, with the growing use of AI, it’s exponential. 

How a human author would use italics: to emphasize a word in a sentence, when there is a written letter in a chapter (or even a text message), song lyrics, etc. You get it. 

How AI uses italics: Well, for a first, it uses it a lot. No, I mean, like. A LOT. It won’t just emphasize one word out of the sentence, it will emphasize entire parts of it using italics, which isn’t something that was ever typical in a novel-like genre before. Quick example: 

How a human author would use boldface: maybe to emphasize a word in a paragraph that's already italicized, or I know sometimes people use it to mark the passage of time/time jumps, etc. It's really not something you see a lot in the text itself otherwise, except for occasional stylistic choices with purpose, or in text message format again (or chat, like a social media AU etc), something of the sort.

How AI uses boldface: well. It uses it a lot. I've seen it in all sorts of ways. Randomly on a character's name, or the first time a character is mentioned in a story/chapter. Chatgpt uses boldface on character's names a lot. Or on words of a sentence that the AI considers "dark" or more harsh. Example:

(was that another religious metaphor? what a surprise!) But I think those examples speak for themselves.

What about the em dash? Everyone's talking about the em dash.

Yeah well—I'm a huge fan of the em dash. (the irony...) It's true that AIs use them a lot, but so do many authors including myself.

HOWEVER, I've noticed something, and it's that in many cases, humans use the em dash without spaces between the words—like this. And the AIs often put a space between the dash and the word — like that. Because you see one or the other doesn't necessarily prove anything, I know, but I still thought I'd mention it.

↬ Random indented text: This is also something that a human can do, I'm aware. But ChatGPT, by default, uses indented text a lot (which are 'blockquotes' over there). I think it's because at it's core, it's a research tool and it's more of a visual thing. It'll give you a paragraph and then emphasize something using an indentation, making it look like note-taking almost.

In the case of fiction, of a fic—it'll use that indentation on a dialogue often. To me, it feels like it's doing it for some sort of dramatic effect or something. As such:

(in this example, the prompt was simple: a handsome, mysterious man named Jinu 🤭 meets MC for the first time. I didn't input any other specifics regarding context. It seems GPT made the location some coffee shop, a common booktok trope.)

By the way, you can't make this up. You have it all here: the blockquote/indented text, the italics, the boldface, the vocabulary and succinct sentences...

⇉ Why it's important: When you copy paste directly from the GPT website onto tumblr, those blockquotes adopt the "Indented" text format from the tumblr text editor. By default—so it could be a decent indicator of AI-assisted or generated text that hasn't even been edited to look otherwise.

It looks like this.

↬ Oat milk? : There was no place for these observations in this post but it is almost humorous the way ChatGPT suggested or reused some of the same flavors and scents over and over during this experiment. If GPT was a real person, it would be really into coffees or teas with oat milk (often no ice for cold drinks, or extra hot for warm) and vetiver-centered scents. I don't know what to do with this information, but I cannot unsee it. It really likes eucalyptus too, tonka bean... I'm not sure what it means, but I truly cannot unsee it. #whowantsanoatmilkcappuccino

↬ The rate at which works are posted: It takes a lot of time to write 10k words, and that's before all the revising, formatting, making your post banners (if applicable) etc. To be able to release this much every week is any author's wet dream, which would be desirable by many readers. But there's decent speed, then there's inhuman.

We all want to be this productive—but is it actually realistic? Over extended periods of time? Without periods of quiet, of struggle? Could even Stephen King himself pull it off? Run a blog full-time, answer asks elaborately with all this formatting (btw, it does take time to format on tumblr if you're not just copy/pasting from GPT), upkeep lore posts about our fics (GPT loves lore, by the way. don't know why. it really wants to give you lore and build around its own scenes), have little to no downtime.

This is really just my personal opinion, but this is how I know my author is human. A lack of time. Struggles. A crack in the porcelain. Incomplete WIPs, genuine excitation over them though. Incomplete events—but still trying. Trying different things in different stories. A voice that is theirs. Having a voice in the first place.

Writing out of passion and not as a performative act.

So... A continuous flow of content and posts... would bring in a lot of readers, I'm sure. People want to be entertained. Constantly. They want content and they want it from a reliable source, somewhere they know they won't have to wait for the next chapter. But when things are too good to be true—sometimes, it just means they are not true.

In conclusion—if anybody even made it this far—it can be difficult to spot a GPT in the wild when you've never seen it, or never known that you've seen it. Hopefully, this and miss cb's post would have been any help to those for whom it is the case.

At the very least, I hope it made a few people aware that it is a situation that is happening not just in other places, other fandoms, or just hypothetically. It is very real. And it will have an impact on the culture that you will consume in the future. I would love to say that it's not to late to change things, but I'm not sure it would be true.

But maybe, by making people a little more aware, we can give their voices back to some human authors, those who use their souls as ink—not shortcuts.

If you did make it to here, thank you—thank you for caring about what you read, and for encouraging and supporting the people who write it.

[silentcryracha]

risky reader — stray kids

— you send a risky text to your boyfriend and the wrong stray kid has his phone to read it.

warning: nsfw themes!

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[silentcryracha]

1-800-WHENEVER-U-WANT-IT | ft. Stray Kids

In which Jisung is honest about what he wants. Not surprisingly, his boyfriends want it, too.

— Rating; E for Explicit

— Pairing(s); Everyone x Everyone, SKZ OT8, SKZ x Reader

— Author’s Note; I’m always yapping about this concept on the blog so I finally decided to do something about it. It was supposed to be a drabble… but look where that got me SMH. [There will be a part two but like…. don’t ask me when that’s coming because girlies…. idk either!]

— Warnings; mlm content, everyone fucks and everyone fucks each other (regardless of gender), smidge of brat taming, sexual flashbacks, objectification of the female body (??? i mean, they’re talking about reader’s pussy so— do what you will with that), pussy delivered via air-express pretty much, mostly jisung-centric, chan gets twinked, reader is older, uh— idk am i missing something???

Jisung is the first to let it slip.

“I miss pussy.”

He feels bad for blurting it out like that, but only slightly. A weird break between performances coupled with more beers than he’d like to count have him feeling loose in regard to his brain-mouth filter. He doesn’t have much of one to begin with, but even then, he thinks he would have a bit more tact.

“What?” Felix asks, deep voice drawing everyone’s attention.

Jisung shrugs, picking at the label on his beer bottle. “I miss pussy. Like, real bad.”

An image pops into his head when he thinks about it more — a memory from what feels like a millennia ago.

Soft, glistening thighs, slick with arousal that drips from the cunt between them. The prettiest he’s ever seen; a delectable mound of flesh that Jisung can’t wait to get his mouth on. The sticky sound that accompanies the act of thumbing the folds open makes him sigh with content. The feeling deepens as he reveals a cute, pudgy clitoris and a pulsing hole that can only be described as hungry.

“Jisung,” the voice turns his name into a siren call. Hips jut forward, a silent plea for him to follow through with his promise. “Please.”

In real time, Jisung groans the same way he had in the memory. He can feel the way his mouth has begun to water, enticed by the phantom scent of eager pussy, dick chubbing up between his legs. Someone whistles and it makes heat prickle the skin of his throat and face. He reaches to adjust his erection, feeling a bit like a pathetic virgin.

“Are we not enough for you anymore?” Felix asks, pouring. The look in his eye tells Jisung that he’s teasing, but it doesn’t stop Jisung from trying to explain.

“No!” He shouts, eyes wide. “That’s not what I—“

“Unbelievable,” Minho spits, but it’s said with less venom than a normally angry Minho would use.

“You have access to more dicks and holes than you know what to do with and you’re still hungry for more.”

Jisung ducks his head, chin to his chest and almost sheepish, but part of him (his dick) likes the way Minho teases him — a little mean, and a lot of sexy. Minho knows this, as confirmed by the lingering smirk on his lips.

“Kind of disrespectful, don’t you think?”

“Kind of whorish of him, actually,” Jeongin scoffs.

“No—,” Jisung denies, “It’s— It’s not—“ he looks around for help, eyes bouncing from member to member in search of someone to aide in his defense.

“It’s not just any pussy though,” Chan fills in, watching as Jisung’s body deflates of tension at being understood. Chan grins, undeniably soft where his first kid is concerned.

“You miss pussy, but like, there’s more to it than that, right?” — Hyunjin asks, eyes squinted in Jisung’s direction — “Like, you’re missing one pussy in particular?”

“Yeah,” Jisung nods eagerly, “Just one.”

“Whose pussy do you miss, ‘Sung?” It’s Changbin who speaks this time and Jisung finds it funny that this conversation has become a group affair given the circumstances.

“You mean he’s had more than one?” Seungmin jabs before Jisung can answer, evil cackle ensuing.

Jisung only glares, fully preparing something say slick right back, but the next few things happen so quickly that Jisung find himself speechless. There’s a hand fisted in Seungmin’s floppy locks, one that Jisung recognizes to be Minho’s. Minho gestures with his free hand for Jisung to continue speaking and he does, but not before Changbin is telling Seungmin to keep quiet,

“Hush, Puppy,” the older male rasps, side-eying Seungmin as if to question his bratty behavior.

Seungmin doesn’t speak, just blinks dopily from where he’s seated. Now, with Seungmin caught between Minho’s literal grasp and Changbin’s undeniable brat-taming aura, Jisung musters up the courage to put a name to his desire.

There’s only one pussy in the entire cosmos that would have any of them so gone over that they’re still thinking about it months down the road. Despite knowing the outcome, it doesn’t stop the room from erupting in a chorus of agreements with Jisung’s next word. And that’s all it is — just a reverent, breathy utterance of a name that has all eight of them reminiscing.

Yours.

“Fuck,” Jeongin groans, his own mind suddenly filled with memories of you and your sweet, little cunt. “Why’d you have to bring her up? Now I’m thinking about Noona’s pussy, too!”

“We’re all thinking about it now, you little shit,” Changbin grunts, dragging a hand down his face.

Jisung balks, mildly offended. He takes back what he said earlier about almost feeling bad for bringing up the fact that he misses pussy. They asked him a question and he answered. What— did they want him to lie? Jisung hasn’t had pussy that wasn’t yours in over a year! He’d even go as far as to say he’s not the only one either; in fact, he’s willing to bet all the won in his wallet that the rest of the guys are in the same exact boat. Besides! It’s not like it’s a crime to think about you.

“I miss it, too,” Felix says, looking like he’s pained. He gulps, adam’s apple bobbing with the action. “Miss how wet it gets. Never have to use lube, you know?”

Hyunjin, though silent, is experiencing his own moment of duress. Felix’s words send him spiraling down memory lane. Sure, it’s been a few months, but Hyunjin could never forget how messy your pussy gets. Fragments of memories play over and over again in his brain, nothing but phantom echoes of your moans and the sound of your creamy cunt.

“Look,” Hyunjin says, propping your head up with his hand. He angles your neck in such a way that you won’t be uncomfortable, but it also forces you to stare down at where his cock is half buried inside you.

“Look at how messy you are, how messy you’ve made me.”

“S-Sorry,” you gasp up at him, eyelids fluttering when he slides all the way back in. You can literally feel how each stroke pushes wetness out of your cunt, leaving it frothing at the base of his cock and slipping down your back side.

“Don’t be sorry,” Hyunjin coos, savoring the sight of your pussy gushing all over his dick before he leans in to lock his lips with yours. “I fucking love you messy.”

“Yeah,” he rasps, mouth suddenly feeling dry. He takes a swig of his beer like it’s going to help the issue. “I’ll second that.”

“I think I miss how sensitive she gets. It’s so easy it is to make her come just by playing with her clit.”

If Jeongin hadn’t been staring in his general direction, he wouldn’t have been able to tell who’s speaking. Nonetheless, he feels it viscerally when Seungmin’s words hit him in the gut; he fights the urge to whine as a flashback hits him. Hard.

“Wait, w-wait,” you whine, high and pretty, “It’s too much!”

Jeongin can only cluck his tongue and shake his head, fingers curling deeper into your cunt. You’ve come for him twice already, surely you can come a third time — even though you were ready to tap out after the first one. He knows you’re close; you’re clenching around his fingers like crazy, hips jumping every time he lets his knuckles catch on the sensitive skin of your entrance. Jeongin hears you sniffle, body sagging as it loses the ability to fight.

“That’s right,” he coos, bringing his thumb up to circle the twitching and neglected bud of your clit. “Stop fighting it.”

You gasp, chanting little, broken syllables of his name as he works you closer to the edge. Jeongin doesn’t even care that his dick is hard, covered in your slick, and hanging neglected between his own legs when you look like this. Nothing matters more than making you come. Not here, not now, and certainly not when you’re crying in his bed and squirting all over his sheets.

“I’m with Seungmin-hyung on this one,” he croaks out, “tapping out after one round is crazy work.”

“Tight,” Changbin mumbles solemnly, thick fingers gripping even thicker thighs. “Miss how it just —,” he pauses, hands coming together to squeeze the air, “hugs my cock. Still amazed at how such a tiny hole can fit all of us like a glove.”

Changbin’s eyes are wild, pupils dilated so wide that he looks nearly unrecognizable. Minho doesn’t need a mirror to know that Changbin’s expression is being recreated on his own face. The thing is, Minho doesn’t get affected by shit like this; his self control is impeccable! Yet, here he is, sporting a half boner in front of seven other guys as he thinks about how snug your pussy feels when he’s inside it.

Minho’s hands have a death grip on your hips. He grits his teeth to stay focused, to retain basic decency instead of losing his marbles like a caveman. He doesn’t think anyone can blame him though, not like this. Who wouldn’t lose their shit when a pretty woman is bouncing in their lap? A pretty woman with a tight and hot, little pussy that she keeps trying to spear open on his dick.

“You’re gonna — fuck— hurt yourself,” he grits while making no move to bring you to a halt.

“Hurts now,” you whimper pitifully. You corkscrew your hips and manage to sink down on him a bit further, leaving Minho to beg internally for the higher powers to have mercy on him.

“Hurts so good though,” you whine, squeezing Minho’s hips with your knees.

Before he can say anything, your mouth is on his, slipping that devious tongue of yours into his mouth almost instantly. Feeling the way you melt as the kiss goes on, sparks fire in Minho’s veins. Call him crazy but he can feel your pussy get wetter. It clenches when he bites your bottom lip, gushes when he licks to soothe it, and all of a sudden you’re properly seated in his lap with a creaky moan.

“Shit,” he curses, hyper aware of current state. “Don’t you fucking move; there’s no way I’m coming first.”

“You okay there, kitty-hyung?” Seungmin teases, finding entertainment in the older man’s struggle, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“If you value your life, Kim Seungmin, you’ll shut the fuck up right now,” said man grumbles, before letting out a gruff sigh. “Changbin’s not wrong though; feels like I’m gonna break her every single time.”

By the end of it all, Jisung feels deranged.

Logically, he understands that he’s (mostly) to blame here — after all, this whole situation started because of him — but, like, come on! He’s losing his mind! If his own recollection of you isn’t enough to kill him, everyone’s reasons for missing you in their beds will surely do the trick. His dick is leaking at this point, needy and angry in the confines of his pants. He misses your pussy so bad; he misses you so bad. So much so that he’s ready to say fuck the contract, fuck the NDA, and fuck JYP in the form of catching the next flight to wherever you are.

Dispatch would have a field day with that one, for sure. And fortunately — or unfortunately, from Jisung’s point of view — Chan would have him beheaded for being reckless and horny. It’s not the potential of his ruined reputation, or even being murdered by his leader, that keeps him rooted right where he’s at though. Dispatch wouldn’t only drag him and the rest of the group through the mud, they’d ruin you, too. Fans would tear you apart, call you mean things and dox your information like half of them aren’t grown men who’re pushing closer to the thirty every day.

Jisung can’t have that. Yes, he needs you something fierce, but not by any means that would call for risking your safety just so he can get his dick wet. Instead, he turns to the one person who hasn’t spoken since the beginning. The only one of them who can put an end to his suffering: Chan.

“Hyung,” Jisung rasps, turning to where Chan is seated. The older man is refusing to make eye contact, full lips pulled into a straight line.

The rest of the room seems to catch onto Jisung’s whims, all of them choosing to stare Chan down too. Chan can feel their eyes on him in the way heat crawls up his neck, prickling his skin along the way. He shouldn’t indulge them; he should hold strong, tell them how ridiculous it would be to make you fly out while they’re on tour nonetheless.

“Hyung,” Jisung tries again, “Hyung, please.”

“Jisung,” Chan says back, still refusing to look at him. “Jisung, you know that’s not—“

“C’mon, Chris,” Felix cuts, pretty lips pursed in a pout.

“She— She might be busy!”

“Bullshit,” someone coughs, followed by the clearing of their throat.

It was a futile protest and Chan knows as much. He saw the eye rolls some of his members gave at his response; they know just like he does that the probability of you being too busy is slim-to-none. Truthfully, he doesn’t even know why he’s resisting so hard — outside of the tour, that is. It has been awhile and the kids miss you like crazy which would be enough reason to call you alone. Hell, Chan misses you like crazy and if you knew of the struggle he’s having right now, you’d probably threaten to castrate him in his sleep.

Amidst his mental monologue — and as if they’d anticipated further refusal — Jisung and Felix seem to have a moment of twin telepathy. Chan doesn’t see them coming, but ultimately knows he’s fucked when he suddenly has a lap full of them. He’s a sucker for any of his kids on a normal day, but Jisung — his very first — and Felix — his little taste of Australia — hold a special place in Chan’s heart. One that they clearly are using to their advantage.

“Chan,” Jisung mumbles, all chubby cheeks and batting lashes, arms slinging around Chan’s neck like it’s just the two of them, “Channie-hyung.”

“Please?” Felix asks, voice even lower than normal. One of his tiny hands comes to play with Chan’s hair, and he even kisses the line of Chan’s jaw for a critical double-hit. “Please, Chris?”

“Call her. Channie-hyung, please call her. Tell her how badly we need her; she’ll come.”

“Yeah, do it for us, Hyung,” Hyunjin joins in, drawing Chan’s attention. Hyunjin’s long limbs spread out in a stretch that appears more provocative than it has any right to be, making Chan’s dick kick in his shorts.

“I—,” he begins, unprepared for the unanimous chorus of ‘Hyung!’ that interrupts him. Cruel of his boys to all gang up on him like this — downright heinous.

“Okay,” he croaks, trying to ignore that Felix is still working his mouth over the skin of Chan’s neck. Or the fact that someone’s hand is snaking into the pocket of his shorts. “I’ll call her.”

“Great!” Changbin claps his hands, giddy smile taking over his face.

“Lino-hyung will book the flight!” Seungmin shouts while pressing Chan’s phone into his hand and nearly taking out his eardrum in the process. “And I call first dibs!” He says, cackling like an evil minion.

Finally, the focus is off Chan as chaos erupts, everyone fighting to be the person that gets to have you first. It’s Chan’s turn to roll his eyes now; there’s sort of an unspoken rule that first (and last) “dibs” belong to him. Chan doesn’t usually exercise his superiority when it comes to activities with you, but considering the moves they pulled on him to get here tonight, he thinks this time might just be the first.

“Brats,” Chan murmurs under his breath as he unlocks his phone to get to your contact.

His finger hovers over your picture briefly. He lets himself take a deep breath, then clicks on your number like he said he would. The phone rings and rings for a few beats, not doing anything to quell Chan’s nervousness. He thinks of hanging up and trying again, but then the picks up and out comes your voice, thick with what Chan only assumes to be sleepiness, meaning that he’s woken you up from.

“H-Hello,” you mumble, sounding so cute that Chan forgets every con that he had towards calling you in the first place.

“Hi, baby,” he croons through the speaker, desire running rampant at the sound of your sleepy voice. The next question is more of a formality than a true question, especially when he sees Minho already dropping the link to your flight confirmation into the group chat.

“Wanna take a trip?”

© hyungszn 2025; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, use for ai, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

[silentcryracha]

for the taking :: [B.C] x [H.J] x [K.S] x reader

read on AO3

summary: of your three boyfriends, you like to push chan's buttons the most so that he'll really get things going. you sadly underestimate how wild things can get when you rile him up.

pairing: kim seungmin x bang chan x han jisung x reader

tropes: poly!skz mmmf foursome, porn without plot

smut warnings: mentioned free use dynamics, dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, brat play, overstimulation x100000, pussy eating, implied mxm dynamics, dom jisung, soft dom/sadist seungmin, hard dom/brat tamer chan, mentions of safewords (it's not used), unprotected sex but it's a long established relationship, reader initiated slight cnc, dirty talk, reader is called a slut as a degradation thing. it's really just pure filthy, not a plot point in sight.

author's note: i didn't plan to write this at all. idk where it came from. enjoy anyway!!

word count: 8.7k

You're laying on your stomach in your bedroom. The lights are dim, music is thrumming from your speaker, and there's a candle on your wax warmer.  It's a quiet, soft night, the kind that you don't see many of. There's always something going on in the duplex you share with your partners. It can be tiring, but in the quiet, you realize you sort of miss it. You fiddle with the green beaded bracelet on your wrist as you scroll aimlessly through your phone.

Then, the door across the hall slams.

Only you and Chan are home tonight, Seungmin and Jisung off God-knows-where for whatever reason. Chan was supposed to go out with them, but he had a project to finish for his job, the same project that had him losing sleep for the last few weeks. You may never understand what exactly goes into producing music, but from the way he stayed hunched over his computer 24/7, you knew it was complicated.

You're not at all surprised when you hear your door creak open slowly. You turn over, eyes catching Chan's as he stands in your doorway with his arms folded across his chest. He's wearing a haberdash of house clothes, including a baseball cap, but you can still see the dark tint on his eyes.

You feign innocence.

“Hey you,” you smile at him. “Taking a break?”

“Something like that. What're you doing?”

You shift your phone to the hand with your bracelet, holding it up and giving it a little shake. His gaze hardens even more. “Just on Instagram.”

His eyes are trained on your wrist, just like you wanted. He recognizes the bracelet. Of course he does– he and the boys bought it for you after one of your many, many conversations. You give a little smile. "It's cute, right? The green matches my t-shirt," you say sweetly. 

It does, but that's not the only reason you're wearing it.

You're wearing it because they know that green means go. Or yes. 

Or take.

"Did you need something, Chan?"

He doesn't respond, choosing instead to push up off of the doorframe and make his way over to you. You decide to roll onto your back to see him better, and by the time you're situated, he's standing over you, arms still crossed.

You gulp.

"Um, hi," you breathe out. Nervousness was not part of the plan. "I– Did you... need something?"

He drops one of his hands and grips your ankle, and where the skin connects you feel like you've been electrocuted. Your body comes alive immediately. You can only watch as he barely strains a single muscle as he pulls you down to the edge of the bed.

"Put your phone down," he instructs. He reaches the soft part of your thigh and pinches, lips curling into a smirk when you yelp.

"Channie, I—"

"I said," he repeats, a little harsher this time, "put your phone down."

You do as you're told, dropping it on the floor next to his feet. He keeps pulling until your entire lower half is hanging off the bed. With your legs spread like they are, you're certain he can feel the pulsing coming from between your legs.

He hums.

"You know why I'm here," he says lowly. It's not a question.

Despite the speed of your heart, you blink up at him dumbly, fighting against the wave of arousal that licks down your spine when he raises an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you manage.

Both of his eyebrows are up now, his expression seemingly surprised for a second before it fades. He nods lightly, almost as though contemplating what you've said, and then he releases you and takes a step back.

Your heart drops for a second. You think you've messed up somehow, or maybe your tone didn't come out right. You're about to backtrack, but then he's back, hooking his fingers into either side of your waistband, and with one simple tug he has your pajama pants completely off. 

If Chan is surprised that you're not wearing any underwear, he doesn't show it.

You gasp when the cool air hits your lower body, and you watch as he smirks. He returns his vice like grip on your ankle when you start to squirm under his gaze. 

"I see you still like to pretend that you have some ounce of control in this relationship," he deadpans. He tugs you back down the bed when you try to wiggle away. You're embarrassed that his strength doesn't seem to be affected by his sleep deprivation. "Come on, baby. You know better than that."

You fight back the giddy smile that threatens to take over your face at his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about," you lie. "Why're you bothering me? Don't you have work to do?"

"I can't focus," he says smoothly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you while I was working. About how much easier work might be if I could fuck you to clear my head."

"That's too bad," you shrug, hoping he can't see how you're clenching around nothing. "I was busy."

He hums absentmindedly, letting the hand on your ankle travel higher. He runs his fingers up your calf, then your knee, until finally he hooks the inside of his wrist behind it, forcing your legs to part. You gasp and try to snap them closed, but he only has to shift a bit so that his other hand is on your opposite leg, holding you open for him.

"Why do you always act like you're not dying for me to touch you, hm?" he asks, but it's rhetorical.  He knows you don't have an answer. You never do. Even so, when you stay quiet, he huffs out a humorless laugh.

"Okay. I'm going to give you two options, because I'm feeling generous." He holds up one finger. "Option one, you admit you're just being a brat, I'll fuck it out of you, and then we can both go back to what we were doing. Or–"

You whine as he abruptly leans down with your legs still in his hands, effectively folding you in half. "Or, option two, you keep it up, and I can tell the boys to come home. Then we'll make this a lot longer than it needs to be."

Chan is dangerously close to your face now. The brim of his hat is touching your forehead. You're almost sure he can feel your heartbeat through the fabric of both of your shirts.

"So what do you want, princess?" he asks, voice dripping with honey. 

You shiver. His gaze is so intense you forget how to breathe. At your silence, he yanks you further into him, pressing himself right up against your uncovered cunt. Even through his basketball shorts you feel the unmistakable heat of his erection.

"I said, what do you want?"

Fuck.

You can't take it anymore. You feel like you're burning with need. "I'm sorry, Channie," you whine out. You can see the fire in his eyes, the way he's so worked up already, and it makes you weak. "I'll be good."

He gives you a sweet smile, leaning forward to press a kiss against your mouth. You sigh into it, letting your body go lax so he can take control. 

Despite your attempts, brattiness never lasts long with Chan. With Seungmin and Jisung, you love the challenge, love making them crack and beg a little, but Chan is entirely unrelenting. You know better than to get him too riled up, especially if you actually want anything to happen.

The kiss is a stark contrast to what you know is to come, and you know that it's on purpose. He always likes to give you the chance to back out, a way to change your mind. Bracelet or no bracelet, your comfort is still always his first priority. It's what makes you comfortable enough to tease him.

But when he pulls away from the kiss and you chase after his mouth, he only smiles.

"There's my good girl," he says. He releases your knees and presses a kiss against your cheek, and then the tip of your nose.

"Chan," you whine. Your body feels cold where his hands just were.

He only tilts his head when he looks at you. "Hm?" Then his gaze turns sinister. "Did you... need something, princess?"

Oh. 

Shit.

"Wait,” You're scrambling up from your position. “Wait, please, Chan, don't–"

He hums. "You were so mean to me," he says, trailing a single finger down your cheek. "I don't think you deserve anything from me."

You attempt to sit up, eyes widening, but he's keeping you pinned down on your bed. "But I said I'm sorry," you whine. "Channie, please, I'll be good--"

He tilts his head again, pretending to think, letting his hand fall down your face to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"No," he decides, and he straightens up, taking a step back. "I think I'm gonna go back to work."

Before you can grab him, he's slipped away, nearly halfway to your door. "Sorry, babygirl. Maybe next time, yeah?"

The smirk on his face is proof he's anything but sorry. He gives you a fake little pout before winking and stepping out of your room, clicking the door closed behind him.

You're sat up on the bed, staring at the door with your jaw slacked. This is a new level of evil, you think. You hear his bedroom door open and shut, then the muffled sound of the track he's working on vibrates the walls.

It takes longer than you'd like for your wits to come back to you, but when they do, you're both utterly gobsmacked and thoroughly impressed.

He's teasing you.

There's a part of you that's tempted to just give in, to make your way across the hall and apologize. Chan is stubborn, but not unreachable. You know if you march into his room, you could get on your knees and make him relent in seconds.

But fine. He wants to play dirty?

You can play dirty, too.

-

It's less than an hour later when you hear the front door open and shut, the sound of Jisung and Seungmin's voices carrying up the stairs. You hear takeout bags and the jingling of their keys, and then–

“We're home!”

You make no effort to move, waiting to see if Chan will leave his room first. Besides, you're still working through some of the details of your plan.

If you stay in your room, Seungmin would come upstairs to check on you first. You know he'll fuck you good, but it takes time to warm him up. By the time you start getting anywhere, Jisung will get to Chan, who might do something stupid like tell him that you were being a brat, and then he'll come in and ruin the whole thing.

No, you need eager. You need impulsive.

You need Jisung.

You pad to the bedroom door, opening it and sticking your head out. Chan's door is still closed, the track he's working on still pumping through the speakers, so you take the opportunity to get the ball rolling.

You make your way down the hall and to the top of the stairs, where you can see Jisung standing in the entryway of the kitchen. The two have already shed their jackets and shoes, and Seungmin is now busy unloading the food they brought back into the fridge. His back is turned to you.

Bingo.

"Hey," you say softly. Jisung's head whips up, eyes brightening as he spots you. He says something you can't hear to Seungmin before he's jogging up the stairs towards you. He scoops you into a squeezing hug.

"Hi my baby," he says happily, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "How was your day?"

You giggle in the hug. "It was alright. Kind of boring. How was yours?"

"We had fun," he says. He sets you down and leans against the wall next to you, reaching and catching your hand in his. You deliberately give him the hand with the bracelet, but he doesn't see it. "I missed you though."

"I missed you, too."

Jisung grins. He opens his mouth to speak again, but then he furrows his eyebrows when he looks at you, like he's just noticing something.

"Is that my shirt?"

“Is it?” You look down, feigning surprise. "Oh, yeah I guess it is."

He hums, tilting his head. His eyes trail to your hand, and he finally seems to notice the bracelet on your wrist. "That's weird. I could've sworn I saw it in my drawer this morning."

You shrug. "Maybe you're just losing your mind."

He grins, bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss against your open palm. "Yeah, maybe. Or are you trying to tell me something?"

You bat your eyelashes up at him. "Am I?"

His smile turns sly. "You are, aren't you?"

Jisung doesn't wait for a response, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you down the hallway back into your room. He kicks the door shut behind him and spins to face you, a wicked grin on his face.

You squeal when he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and laughing against his mouth. His kisses are hot and eager– there's no break for breath as he moves across the room with you. You don't even pause when he lays you down on your bed, hand sliding “his” t-shirt up your body.

You shiver when he brushes against your thigh. His hands are cold from outside, and the contrast against your warm skin feels like electricity. He smiles in the kiss and squeezes the skin tight.

Your own hands find their way around his neck, pulling him even closer into you. Through the thin fabric of the shirt you're wearing, you can feel the hardness of his body all pressed against yours. He shifts against you and the friction makes your nipples harden right under him.

His hands leave your thighs. They wind their way up your torso, feeling you up all along the way until he finds the stiff peaks that called his attention. He runs his thumbs over them, drinking up every sound you make. One of your hands cards into his hair and you tug.

He groans at that, finally pulling away from the kiss with a grunt and instead trailing his kisses down the column of your throat. His teeth graze your pulse point and you buck up into him in surprise.

You feel him laugh against you.

"You're so cute," he says into your neck. He mouths over the skin before biting down, hot wet tongue immediately after. A bruise, then.

"Sungie," you gasp out. Your back arches off the mattress as his hands wander all over you. You've always loved how naturally his mouth works its way around your body– he knows just where to kiss, what spots to brush his nose over. Like he's learned the entire road map to your pleasure.

Maybe he has.

He mouths down your body, pausing and sucking on your breasts before leaving wet, soft kisses down the expanse of your tummy. When he gets to your core, he shifts his kiss-trail over to your inner thigh.

"Do you know how hot you are?" He murmurs. "Like all the time. Holy fuck. This is my shirt, princess. My shirt. Don't you know that drives me crazy?"

You do. It's precisely why you grabbed it.

His tongue meets your skin in an agonizing, slow stripe along your inner thigh. The higher he gets, the more your legs tremble around him, until finally his lips close around your clit.

The feeling is overwhelming. Your head lolls back against the bed and you let out a breathy moan. He hums against you, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs as he holds your legs up. Your hands are shaking, but one winds its way back into his soft hair, and you tug.

He moans at that, a sound that sends vibration up through your whole core. He takes a hand away and brings it down, letting his thumb just press lightly against your entrance. Even in the slightest sense of pressure, you arch further into him, wanting more, more, more.

He sucks on your clit even harder, his tongue joining, and when you look down and see his blissed out expression between your legs, you think your heart might jump right out of your chest.

In all the times the boys have taken you apart, they've never made you come this quickly. You're not sure if it's because of the moment with Chan earlier, or because you've been thinking about having one of them fuck you all day. All it takes is two large fingers, pushing and stretching inside of you while his mouth moves so perfectly around your throbbing clit for you to snap. You come with a sob, your thighs pressing against his head.

If there's one thing Jisung certainly loves, though, it's eating you out. He could spend hours between your legs, kissing and sucking and licking until you're boneless and spent. So there is no sign of slowing in his rhythm, even when you wriggle from overstimulation.

"Sung," you moan. He responds by pinching your thigh, sucking hard on your clit so your yelp turns into a moan.

Distantly, you register the sound of footsteps that pause right outside of your door. You hear knocking, but not on your door, and you realize Seungmin has finally come upstairs, likely to grab everybody for some quality time after a day apart.

You almost laugh at how well this is working out for you.

Jisung slides his fingers back into you, and your attention is split between straining to hear what's going on in the hallway and the blinding pleasure you're feeling. He curls his fingers up and you find yourself gushing on his hand, your own fingers tangled in his hair so tight he can barely move.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he murmurs against you. He almost sounds giddy. "Did you miss me, baby?"

You can't even form a response, only able to whine as he fucks into you with his fingers, tongue flicking over your clit just fast enough to make you tremble. Your orgasm is coming on strong, and you feel like you're floating above your body, every touch electric, every movement monumental.

And then–

"Ah, so that's where they are."

Your eyes snap to your now-open door. Your other two boyfriends are there, and you make direct eye contact with Chan just as your second orgasm reaches its peak. You arch up off the bed, gasping into the air as your body trembles, and Jisung keeps his mouth on you, sucking hard and making your vision go white.

After a minute, he finally slows his pace, pulling away and finger-fucking you slowly and deep. He would never stop completely, especially not now that everyone's in the same room. His voyeurism is likely cranked up to 10, and you know he'll be pouty and whiney for the rest of the week unless he gets to watch one of the other boys split you open on their cock.

From the way he's looking at you, you feel like it'll be Chan doing the splitting.

Seungmin, ever the sane one, pretends to roll his eyes. "So this is why neither of you were answering my texts about movie night? This couldn't wait?"

"Well, she was wearing my shirt and nothing under it," Jisung says, grinning up at him. He gives your clit one last suck before kissing it and propping himself up, fingers still buried to the hilt inside of you. Your brain feels foggy as you stare at the three of them. You can still feel yourself gushing on his fingers.

Seungmin notices, eyes glued to your cunt as he walks over. You see his faux annoyance dissolving. "Fuck, she's really wet, isn't she."

Jisung grins. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh. "Yeah, I think she missed us."

Chan scoffs. He finally makes his way into the room fully, and you can see where his cock is straining against the fabric of his shorts. "No. She missed getting fucked." 

He stands at the end of the bed, eyes fixed on Jisung's hand as he continues to move inside of you. "Did you tell Jisung what happened earlier, baby?"

Jisung huffs out a little laugh, half lidded eyes going back to your face. "Hmm. No. She didn't."

A chill runs down the length of your spine. Fuck. It sounds like Chan got to them first.

"Chan said you were being a real big brat earlier," Seungmin hums. He pulls his eyes away from your center and finally looks at you. "Is that true, angel? Were you being bad for Chan?"

You shake your head, eyes going doe-ish as he gets closer to you. You realize you need to change your plan and do it quickly. It takes less than half a second for a new idea to come: Seungmin is the softest of the three of them, at least in sexual situations. If you can get him on your side you might have a chance.

That thought flies out of the window when his hand makes its way around your throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. 

"Don't lie to me, sweetheart." His voice is deceptively soft. "Don't you think Chan already spoke to us?"

You fight back a gasp at the sheer betrayal, but decide to double down anyway. "Wasn't being bad," you manage. You stick out your bottom lip in a pout. "I didn't do anything!"

Seungmin squeezes again, harder, and you really do gasp this time. "Then why did we both get a text from Chan earlier saying you were being mean to him? Hmm?"

"He said he came to blow off some steam and someone," Jisung presses his fingers directly against that squishy part inside of you, "Was being all bratty. Telling him to leave her alone."

It's at this moment that you realize all your planning was futile. You've fallen right into their trap.

You try the Seungmin strategy again, panting as you look up at him. "Minnie, please," you whine. You can't think with Jisung hitting your spot like that. "I wasn't– I–"

He tilts his head. "Oh come on baby. I think you're just lying to us now."

Your chest heaves. Jisung has chosen now to dive back into your cunt, tongue swiping up your slit and circling around your clit. Your brain is too scrambled to think of any other ways out of this situation, so you resort to what you always do: 

Pleading.

"'m sorry, Minnie," you rasp. "Didn't mean to– Didn't mean to be bratty."

Seungmin softens only slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" You're gasping around your words. "I promise. I just wanted to make him mad, wasn't trying to be mean."

In all of your begging and the relentless fervor of Jisung's tongue, you barely notice Chan making his way to the other side of your bed. Seungmin's grip loosens around your throat, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw as he takes in your words.

"Hm. What do you think, Chan?"

You turn to look at him. He's shed his shirt somewhere along the way, and the hard musculature of his stomach is glistening with sweat. He climbs onto the bed and situates himself so that he's behind you with your head in his lap. You're expecting his hand to replace Seungmin's around your throat, but instead he reaches over you, gripping the hem of your shirt and sliding it up over your chest until your breasts are on full display. Seungmin immediately sinks down to his knees and takes your nipple into his mouth.

You're a gasping, whining mess, eyes rolling back until all you can see is white. You feel Jisung sling his arm around you to keep your body still.

Above you, Chan lets the shirt go and switches his focus to your hands, pulling them up and holding your wrists together in one hand to keep them above your head.

"I think," he murmurs, using his free hand to caress your face, "That if she wants to cum so bad, we should let her."

Your heart drops. To the untrained ear, it sounds like you've won, but you know better. You know Chan, and you know he has something up his sleeve. But when you look up at him, he's looking down at you with a sickly sweet smile.

"If she's sorry," he continues, "She'll behave. Right, babygirl?"

You can't speak. The dual sensations are sending you to the moon. The hand caressing your face grips your jaw tight, keeping your gaze locked on him.

"I asked you a question, princess."

As soon as you open your mouth to answer, your orgasm crashes into you without warning. It's the third one in a row, and you feel much like a washcloth that's been wrung out. Your movements are jerky, uncoordinated, and even as you continue trying to respond to Chan, your voice is not coming out.

"Jisung." He says simply.

The boy in question pulls away from your cunt with a satisfying pop. He's absolutely pussy drunk, eyes half lidded and tongue rolling over his lips to savor the flavor of you. If it were just the two of you, he'd keep going, but amongst the hierarchy of dominance, Chan has been, and will always be, at the top.

"I think she's ready now, yeah?" Chan rubs his thumb against your skin. "Fuck her good for me."

When orchestrating your own plan, you looked at Jisung’s eagerness as something to work in your favor. You hoped he would get you riled up enough for you to scream his name a couple times and really make Chan mad. But now, as he shimmies out of his sweats and boxers, taking his thick length in his hand, you feel nervousness tickle your gut.

Seungmin has pulled away from your nipple, reaching down to hold one of your thighs up. He's murmuring sweet nothings to you as he holds you open for Jisung. The latter is poised at your entrance, stroking himself and watching you with hungry eyes. 

You tip your head back to look at Chan again, and he only smiles down at you.

"Channie," you whimper out. You can barely speak, you're so overwhelmed. "Please–"

"Shh," he coos. "I know, baby. But this is what you wanted, yeah?" His hand moves from your jaw to your mouth, pressing a finger against your lips. You suck it in without thought, letting your tongue swirl around him with your cheeks hollowed out like you would on his cock. "I just want to see you take Sungie's dick. Be good, baby."

You almost choke when Jisung thrusts into you. You're already so wet and so sensitive, and his cock is stretching you so wide, pushing deep inside until you're sure you can feel him in your stomach. He gives you no time to adjust, that eagerness coming full force as he fucks right into you.

"God, she's still so tight," he breathes. One hand finds purchase in the dip of your waist, the other moves to the thigh not being held by Seungmin, folding you up and spreading you open to give him more leverage as he fucks into you hard.

Seungmin hums, trailing kisses along your leg and the side of your neck. "Feel good, angel? You like having Jisung's cock inside you?"

You can't even respond, mind blank as Jisung plows you deep. Your back is arched off of Chan's lap, head pushed back as his finger keeps your mouth propped open. You're a dumb, drooling mess around him, and despite the soft smile on his lips, you know it's wrecking him. 

To prove your point, he digs his nails in one of your palms, a stark contrast to the way Seungmin's hand is gently rubbing up and down your body, playing with your nipples and caressing your sides and stomach.

It's all too much, the sensations are overwhelming, and you're so wound up from earlier that you already feel the orgasm building. You mewl pathetically, eyes watering as you look around for someone to have pity on you.

It's Chan who catches your pleading gaze, but he only raises an eyebrow.

"You're gonna cum again? Already?" he says. It's not condescending or snarky, rather genuine disbelief and curiosity. His finger leaves your mouth and you let out a dry sob as trails of spit drip down your chin.

Jisung doesn't hear this– or can't, rather. He's fucking into you like he'll die if he stops, breathy moans leaving his mouth as he does. He's babbling nonsense, things like how tight you are and how well you take him in. You know he's close too, because his hips have gone erratic in their rhythm. Yet somehow, he gets faster.

The knot in your stomach feels heavy as lead. This orgasm might genuinely take you out. 

"Please," you rasp. "Please, please, I can't–"

Chan shakes his head, smiling. "Oh, but baby, I thought you wanted to cum?" 

"I do," you whine. "Want to so bad but 's too much. Too much, Channie, please–"

"No. Shut up and cum, princess," the grit in his voice is back. "Cum on Jisung's cock. Be good for us."

That's all it takes for you to snap. You let out a broken cry as another orgasm rocks through your body. It's even more intense than the others, pulling all of your muscles taut so you sit up before slumping back into Chan's arms. You barely register the way your hands flex uselessly above your head, writhing in Chan's grip. You can only vaguely feel Seungmin kissing your cheek, whispering little encouragements in your ear, telling you how good you are and how pretty you look when you cum.

And then Jisung is grunting, snapping his hips against yours one last time before spilling into you. Your walls spasm around him as he cums, milking him dry and causing you both to whine into the air.

In typical Jisung fashion, he's still rutting up into you after you're both well past overstimulation. The pressure in your cunt throbs throughout your body, tears springing into your eyes. You're very close to abandoning the little bit of pride you have and begging him to stop.

It turns out you don't need to, because as if on cue, Jisung finally pulls out and Seungmin lets go of your legs, standing up. You nearly sob at the loss of his gentle contact, so you don't even notice he's taking off his clothes until he's standing where Jisung was, hands gripping the soft skin of your thighs to hold you open. 

"Aw, baby," he says softly. He runs a hand up your leg. "You did so well."

You pout, a sob bubbling in your throat when you realize their plan now. They're gonna drag as many orgasms out of you as they can, overstimulation be damned. The thought makes your clit throb, and that alone makes you whine. It's all too much.

Despite knowing you're already so wet and lax and malleable, Seungmin reaches down to rub at your clit in an attempt to open you up. 

"Min," you cry, squirming at his touch. Your cunt feels tender, and even though the first set of tears are long dried up on your cheeks, fresh ones start to come. "Minnie–"

"Shhh. It's okay, angel."

His words are gentle and reassuring, but when his eyes catch yours, all you see is darkness.

Seungmin's gentle dominance has a limit. He doesn't get all stern and mean like Chan, or desperate like Jisung, but there's only so long he can last before that other, darker part of him surfaces, the one that gets off on hurting you, on seeing you in pain and feeling good from it. You can tell by the look in his eyes that this is the part of him you'll be dealing with.

When he finally sinks his cock inside you, it's slow, and the moan that he lets out vibrates through his length and right into you. Your neck seems to give up, dropping you right back down in Chan's lap less than gracefully. It gives him better access to you, and he leans immediately to attach his mouth to yours. He alternates between soft kisses and hard bites that will surely bruise in the morning.

Seungmin is only a bit longer than Jisung, but he's so damn girthy. Every tiny thrust he rocks into you sends shivers down your spine. Your skin feels like it's on fire and you're not even kissing Chan back, basically panting into his open mouth.

"Prop her up, Chan," Seungmin grits out. "Wanna watch her while she cries."

He gives you one final peck, and then the hand that's still holding your wrists lets go. It takes a second, then both hands are under you, lifting you up off the mattress until you're sat up on his lap with his chest against your back. He crosses your wrists against your chest and holds them in one hand, and then the other snakes up and finds your throat. His hand is way bigger than Seungmin's, and he's not as gentle when he squeezes and forces you to look back at him.

He doesn't look mad, or even turned on. He's smiling at you, like you're a particularly good puppy. "Good girl. Gonna give us a big one, yeah?”

You barely have a moment to understand what he's implying before you feel a hand on your clit. Both of Seungmin's hands are occupied, so you're not sure why it surprises you to see that it's Jisung's deft fingers on you. He's standing behind Seungmin, one hand on him and the other on you.

It feels like your eyes are bulging out of your head. The touch is gentle, but it still feels like you're being hit with lightning bolts. You're too spent to even buck up at the contact.

"Oh my God," you choke. "Oh, oh, I–"

“That's it,” Chan purrs when you cum again. He kisses whatever skin is closest to his mouth, his fingers gripping your jaw. Your head feels light, the only thing keeping you grounded to the bed are their hands on you. You feel like you're going to faint, and Seungmin's eyes are only egging you on.

Your body trembles so violently, Seungmin is forced to pause in his motions to hold your knees and keep your legs from buckling in. Your vision is blurry, but you can see Jisung has a steady grip on Seungmin's hair, effectively holding him in place.

"Good girl," he breathes, those big brown eyes trained on your face. "You take him so well."

His words send shivers down your spine. Jisung is always more coherent and in control after an orgasm. You know if Seungmin was today's focus, Jisung would likely be spitting all kinds of nasty, filthy words in his ear, but his gaze is fixed on you. All it takes to get you going is a good stare.

He taps at your clit with his free hand. You jump, moaning loudly at the contact, your back arching off Chan's chest and into Seungmin's body.

"She's good. Keep going," Jisung murmurs, pulling his eyes away from yours to look at Seungmin. He pulls a little at the hair on the nape of his neck, causing Seungmin's cock to jump inside you.

They work in tandem. Jisung's hand keeps circling your clit in the same soft rhythm, and you're not sure how but it's making you even wetter and more loose. You're a mess of moans, not knowing whose name to scream when they all have their hands on you. It's dizzying in the best way. 

Seungmin has started rolling his hips into you with more vigor, the soft sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The dark shroud over his eyes is back as he stares down at you. "Feels good doesn't it," he grunts. "Look at your little cunt fluttering open for me like a good slut."

You feel another sob bubble out of you, this one accompanied by tears, but it dies in your throat when Chan's grip on you gets even tighter. All you can do is pout and whine.

"Aw, look at the little crybaby." Seungmin starts to fuck into you in earnest, his own moans getting higher in pitch. You can tell by the way Jisung's grip in his hair tightens that he's close. "C'mon angel. You're being so good, you can take it."

"Minnie," you rasp, barely able to speak. "Please–"

"I said take it." He’s looking down, watching where your cunt is sucking him in with each thrust. He thrusts into you particularly hard, and your entire body lurches forward, causing you to gasp. "And if you can't, you know what to say. You know your word."

You do. Somehow, under all the begging and pleading, you're actually insanely giddy with want. It's all part of the little game you play, so you just pout pathetically at Seungmin as his hips snap harder into yours.

"She's not gonna say it," Chan sing-songs. He uses the hand on your throat to tilt your head to the side, giving him perfect access to more of you. He nips at your skin. "She likes being treated like this. Like a little toy."

It's all too much. Every inch of you is on fire, the room feels like it's a thousand degrees. Chan's mouth on your neck, Seungmin's cock deep in your cunt, and Jisung's fingers–

It's like something snaps.

A knot you didn't even realize was in your stomach explodes and your vision goes white. It's an orgasm unlike anything you've experienced before. Your brain completely melts, your hearing dulls, and you can feel the drool running down your chin. You feel like you're floating and drowning all at the same time. 

"Oh shit," you hear Seungmin groan. Your cunt is spasming around him. His thrusts become harder, sloppy. "God, fuck–"

He cums hard inside of you, hips jerking as he chases the aftershocks. You've gone completely limp, barely able to move at all as Chan continues to bite at your neck.

The hand on Seungmin's shoulder drops. "That's so hot," Jisung mutters, almost to himself. He's lost some of his in-control voice. "Wow, baby, you should be bratty more often.”

If you could see straight, you'd probably laugh at that.

Seungmin pulls out slowly, and when the head of his cock leaves you, you let out a tiny mewl. You're overstimulated to the point that you're numb. Seungmin smiles softly as he rubs the inside of your thigh.

"Oh, sweetheart, I know. It's a lot. But you're being so good for us.  I think it's Chan's turn though, hm? Wanna make him feel good?"

"Give her a minute," Jisung chides. You hear a sharp intake of breath and you know he's likely yanked on Seungmin's hair again. "She's about to pass out."

You can feel your limbs slowly returning to you, the fog clearing in your head. When Chan moves the hand from your throat, you breathe deeply, taking in gulps of air as moves his hand down to rub against your tummy. Jisung and Seungmin are bickering somewhere around you, and you let yourself relax in Chan's hold.

"Do you want to finish now, princess?" His lips are warm against your ear. "We can be done. You don't have to take me.”

It's a very tempting offer, especially with the way you can hardly remember what day it is. You could easily take it and call this all done. The four of you have almost certainly been at this for more than an hour now, and they've wrung six orgasms out of you. They're sweet enough to offer to call it a night.

But then you think about Chan, and how, despite being the reason this all started, he's barely done anything. Hasn't tasted you, hasn't shoved his cock down your throat– He's usually not one for letting go until you've milked him dry at least twice, and you can't stand the idea of him having that buzz under his skin all night. 

So you shake your head.

"No?" Chan laughs, almost like he's surprised. "Really? You still want to finish with me? Are you sure, princess?”

He's giving you the same offer he gave you earlier. An out. Making your comfort the first priority. The thought alone is what gives you the strength to nod against him.

"'m sure, Channie."

"Oh, fuck, okay." His grip around you goes a little slack as he moves, pulling you away from his lap and  laying you back into your bed. He leans over you and presses a gentle kiss against your mouth. It feels like he's thanking you, almost.

When he pulls away, his eyes are sparkling. You want to look into them for hours.

He barks something at Jisung and Seungmin, and the bickering stops immediately. You hear shuffling around you before Seungmin takes Chan's empty space and Jisung appears at your side. They're pressing soft kisses to your face and praising you as Chan works his shorts and boxers down. When his cock springs free, he lets out a hiss of relief.

The sight of him alone makes anxiety rear its ugly head. You start to wonder if maybe you should've taken the opportunity to tap out, or if maybe you should use your safeword, but then Jisung is grabbing your hand and pressing kisses against it, squeezing you and keeping you tethered to the present.

"You can do it, pretty girl," he murmurs in your ear, breath fanning over your cheek. "You did so good for us, just a little longer."

Chan catches your eyes, and he smiles again, reassuring. His hand runs down your body and grabs one of your legs, lifting it and hooking your calf over his shoulder. "Gonna go easy, baby. I know it's a lot."

Your stomach is filled with butterflies, and your hands are shaking a little bit when he ruts himself up against you. You're so open from the others that when his head catches on your entrance, it nearly slips inside.  

Your back arches as you moan, and then his cock brushes against your entrance with purpose and it feels like you're going to split right open. He rocks into you again, pushing in the barest inch and pulling right back out. You whine and shift your hips in an attempt to escape.

"Come on, be a good girl now, princess." His voice has gotten lower, lust taking over. "Relax.”

His eyes flit up from where you're connected to look at you, and in one move he pushes right inside of you.

It doesn't hurt– you're way too wet and open for that. It does feel like your stomach is being forced open, however. Like his cock is pressing against all of your internal organs. You arch up off of Seungmin's lap and he pulls you back to him quickly.

Chan groans, bottoming out inside you. His eyes are closed as he lets himself bask in the sensation, hips rocking shallowly. You're thankful that he doesn't move immediately, but even the barest amount of movement feels like too much, like you'll come apart at any second.

You barely feel it when Jisung slips your hand into his. It takes you a minute to realize it's because your brain has been reduced to nothing. Your body has melted into the bed, your muscles are lax, and there's an emptiness in your brain filled with nothing but static and Chan's name. You don't think about anything at all, can't form a single coherent thought. You don't feel the kisses on your throat or the way Seungmin's hands have taken residence on your stomach. The only thing you feel is the overwhelming pressure in your cunt as Chan slowly pulls out, leaving just the tip, before pushing all the way back in.

He builds a rhythm quickly. Seungmin is holding you tight to his body, as though he's scared you might float away, and you appreciate it because it gives you another sensation to focus on. Your head is lolled against his shoulder, eyes rolled back into your head so far all you see is white.

The sound of Chan fucking into you is absolutely obscene, a mixture of your juices and the remnants of the cum still leaking from your hole. He fucks you slow, but hard, snapping his hips into yours so hard it almost feels like you might get a bruise on your thigh.

Jisung is watching with hungry eyes from your side. He's not touching you at all anymore, too engrossed in the scene unfolding to do much else other than stare with his jaw slacked. Seungmin takes over for him.

"That's it," he breathes. "That's it angel, look at you." He moves the hand on your stomach and lets his thumb rub circles on your clit. You feel like you're going to pass out. You don't get time to beg him to stop before you feel that same hand move to your mouth, and two fingers push past your lips.

"Here, sweetheart," he breathes, eyes fixed on your lips as you suck his fingers. "That's you on my fingers, baby. Isn't it good?"

You moan around his hand, head spinning both at the taste of yourself and the intrusion of Seungmin's fingers in your mouth. He's not fucking them into you with any kind of rhythm, just shoving them in there until you're dribbling around his hand. He hums happily when he pushes in more and makes you gag, kissing away the tears the spill over.

Chan grunts, head falling back. "Min, again, please, she just– fuck, she–"

Seungmin doesn't need to be told twice. He repeats the motion again, making sure his fingers go far enough so you're choking around him. This time, when you splutter and gag, you can feel it when you clench down on Chan and his cock pulses in response.

"Oh my God," he moans, thrusting into you again. "Oh my god, baby, you're so good. You're doing so fucking good–"

Between the movement of his hips and the feeling of Seungmin's fingers down your throat, you're not quite sure you're still on this plane of existence. Everything is spinning around you, your cunt is throbbing, you can hear Jisung moaning somewhere, but you don't know from what.

You can feel Seungmin's lips pressed against your forehead as his fingers fuck your mouth, your eyes rolling back into your head again. You're so lightheaded, so far gone, you can barely remember your name. 

It's when Chan starts to thrust faster that you come back to your body with a jolt, mind filling with white hot heat. The pleasure has long since lost it's edge, and you're a moaning, writhing, teary mess again. The coil in your stomach starts to build for the seventh time, and you're pretty sure your brain has gone empty. The only thing you're able to focus on is Chan. Chan, Chan, Chan.

"Almost done, angel." You register a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth, and then another on your forehead. You think the voice belongs to Seungmin. Maybe, if the way he eases his hand out of your mouth is any indication.

Nothing is making sense anymore. It all feels like you're having an out-of-body experience.

Chan's hips falter, and his hand slides up to your throat again, but he doesn't squeeze. Just rests it there as his orgasm approaches, hips snapping against you at an erratic rhythm.

"Sweetheart." His eyes flutter open with strained effort, but they remain locked on yours. "Can you give us one more, princess? Hm? Can I get you to cum on me too, please?"

There's a desperation in his voice that makes your body feel hot. You want to tell him yes, that you're close, so so close, but all that comes out is a weak noise that you're not even certain you made. 

Seungmin seems to get it though, because he slips his fingers down between your legs, finding your clit again. He rolls it between his fingers with one hand while his other reaches up and settles on your jaw. You feel Jisung's tongue flick over your nipple and your world draws to a pinpoint.

Chan curses above you, fucking into you at an almost punishing pace. "Yes, baby, let go for us. That's it. We got you."

It feels like someone's stuck a vacuum in your brain with the incoherent way you're thinking. The sound of his voice saying your name in that desperate tone is all it takes, and suddenly you're floating out of your body, ears ringing as the pressure inside you bursts. Your eyes roll back and the clinging remnants of an orgasm wash through your body. It feels more like an aftershock. You're only vaguely aware of the way Chan moans, loud and throaty, when he finally spills into you.

It takes a couple minutes before the two of you come back down to earth. You can't move, and even though you know Seungmin is holding you tight, it feels like you might drift right off the mattress and float up into the clouds.

Chan pulls out slowly, and you shudder when you feel a trickle of his cum leaking from your hole. It's not long before your eyes droop shut from pure exhaustion. You think you might pass out right on the spot.

The room gets kicked into gear pretty quickly after that. From what you can tell in the hazy state you're in, someone grabs a wet cloth to wipe you down with while someone else finds you a new t-shirt (and panties this time). They dress you like you're a doll, maneuvering your limbs and telling you you're good, you're so good, they love you so much.

Then you're scooped up into a pair of arms while the distant sounds of sheets being pulled off the bed floats up to you. They take you out of the room.

"You did so good for us, baby." The owner of the arms whispers against your ear. From the cadence in their tone you're pretty sure it's Jisung. "You were such a good girl for us, sweetheart. We're so proud of you."

You think you nod against him, but you can't be sure. You hear him kick a door open, and then he sets you down on a bed and you register Seungmin and Chan coming in.

"Okay," Jisung murmurs, going through his aftercare list out loud. "Fresh bed, fresh clothes, we got her some water."

You feel the bed dip behind you. "We got it, but she's gotta drink it, though," Chan chimes. There's fondness in his voice as he scoots closer to you. "Come here, baby."

You let yourself go limp, and a content smile plasters on your face as your boys fuss over you and make sure you're comfortable. They're so gentle, despite what just transpired, and they all take turns pressing kisses against your head, your cheeks, your nose.

When you've all settled into the bed, you feel three pairs of arms around you, holding you close, and you feel insanely lucky for all of it. You snuggle deeper into someone's chest, humming absentmindedly in that dreamy, fucked-out headspace.

"Thank you," you mumble, pressing a kiss to whoever you're snuggled against. You think it's Jisung from the way they nuzzle into your cheek.

"Of course, princess," Chan replies, his voice vibrating against your back. You feel his lips press against your temple, and you smile again. "You're our good girl, even when you're a brat. We'll always take care of you.”

You don't bother replying, simply allowing yourself to sink back into that fuzzy state. You're about to slip out of consciousness when you feel Jisung's nose against your cheek.

"You really do need to be bratty more often, though."

You hear a dull thump as Seungmin smacks the back of his head, and you let their hushed bickering be the lullaby you need to lull you into sleep.

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accidentally sending your bff a nude

requested : Can u do skz accidentally sending them (ur bff) nude pics but like .... they like it iykwim 🙈

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*𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨*

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Dom!Chan, Breeding Kink, Talks about pregnancy, Creampie, Unprotected sex, Choking, Face fucking, Oral (Both), Degrading, Pussy/Tit Slaps, Multiple rounds, Multiple orgasms (Both), Overstimation(Both), Hickeys, Back Scratching. I think that’s all? Mostly proofread. Oh oh daddy used

A/N: This was requested some good “hardcore sex” with Chan lol. I enjoyed this way to much and fuck- do I love it. Side note I didn’t know what to title this so-

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Chan had just came back from tour a few days ago. Although He hasn’t had a day off yet until today happily. He spent all night cuddled up to you knowing he wouldn’t have to let go to leave early. He had his big warm hands around your waist keeping you close to him, head nuzzled into your back. He missed you so fucking much, just to hold you like this made his heart so happy.

You started to move a bit pushing your body back into his, grinding your ass into his clothed cock. “Pretty girl, don’t tease me now” he said softly against your ear, His voice sweet like honey. You tried your best not to giggle but it slipped past your lips before you could stop it. You kept moving your hips back into him his hands squeezing against your soft curves. “You better stop before you start something that you can’t finish” he said nipping at your neck.

You grinned you knew he’d punish you if you kept teasing however you weren’t expecting it to rile him up as much as it did. He let his hands wonder up your body, soft fingers slinked their way around your neck. He turned your head to him slightly applying pressure to your pressure points. “You really think it’s a good idea to do this when I haven’t seen you for 2 months?” He said as he kissed your parted lips biting your bottom lip. “Or do you need to be retrained to be my good little whore again?”

Your eyes half opened looking at him. Fuck. He already had you such a mess and he hasn’t even done anything. “I asked you a question.” He said with a hard smack to your ass. “N-no- I’m sorry daddy” you stuttered out. He raised an eyebrow “you sure? It seems like you do” he said his hand coming down to pull your panties down. He chuckled at how wet you were already his fingers slightly brushed up your slick folds. You let out a whisper of a moan barely being audible before he pulled away from you.

“On your Back” He said as he pulled down his boxers letting his hard cock spring out of them. No matter how long you’ve been together you’re always still in awe at how good looking he is. His toned stomach, sharp thighs and long thick cock. You quickly turned to your back laying down before he grabbed you pulling your body to the edge, Your head dangling back. You looked up at him with those pretty eyes making him smile “I’ve missed this sweet little fuck toy” he said with a groan. “Open wide” he said tapping the tip of his slightly hard cock to your lips.

He quickly pushed into you his head falling back at the warmth, he didn’t move for a second wanting to take it all in. He groaned a bit louder before pushing deep into your mouth making you gag. He didn’t stop though he leaned down slapping your tits as he fucked into your mouth. His cock hit the whole way back tears pricking at your eyes. Drool pulling at the side of your mouth as you took every inch of him in. He moved his hands from your tits before grazing his fingers against your clit. You let out a muffled moan bucking your hips up to try and meet his hand again. And oh boy did you meet it, he let a slightly hard smack to your cunt. The feeling making your body shutter.

“You’ll get my fingers when I want you to got it? You greedy little whore” he spat. You nodded looking up at him. As he fucked your face he felt his high coming his thrusts became faster as he chased it. His balls smacking against your face as he only slightly almost ghostly touched your cunt. He pushed in one more time before cumming far back in your throat, you tried to move however Chan took his fingers pinching your nose closed “swallow. You don’t get to waste any of it!” He said in almost a growl.

You nodded tears falling down your cheeks as you swallowed around him. Sucking back all his cum the warm thick liquid sliding down your throat. He chuckled pulling his cock out strings of saliva like webbing pulled with it. “Always so messy.” He said before moving his body towards the other side of the bed.

Before your brain could wrap around anything he was kneeling between your legs. No warning before he started sucking harshly at your clit, pushing his fingers deep into you. The sensation making your body arch, you let out a sound that was almost a scream. He chuckled nipping at your clit “gonna have everyone hearing you, everyone’s gonna know how much of a slut you are” he said with a grin. He was bringing you quickly to your orgasm your legs started to shake as they closed around him.

He let a smack to your thigh before pulling them apart “keep them open.” He said in a low voice he nipped harder at your clit pushing another finger into you curling them deep inside you. Your cunt clenched around them taking them so greedily “gon- gonna cum” you managed to get out. He stopped himself completely looking up at you “I don’t think you asked.” He said before letting another nice smack to your pussy. However before you could even reply the smack pushing you over the edge, you came hard around his fingers moaning loudly.

Chan shook his head “what a filthy little slut cumming from a smack? And with out asking? Tsk tsk” he teased. The smirk on his face was pure devilish “let’s see if you can remember to ask for the next one” he said before brutally fingering you. This pace mixed with his tongue had you cumming over and over. His favorite punishment, overstimulation till you’re crying. After the 4th time cumming and screaming his name he finally had enough needing to be inside you.

He sunk into your sopping wet cunt his movement harsh as he bottomed out. His balls smacking against your ass, hands slinking their way up to your tits squeezing them. “My pretty little slut, god I missed being inside you” he said with another squeeze. He left little pinches to your nips as his hips smacked into you. You looked up at him with hazy eyes, you were so cock drunk so fucked out of your mind drool sliding down your cheek. Your cheeks and body flushed pretty shades of pink and red.

He leaned down nipping at your skin before sucking at your collarbone. He left a trail of purple marks up to your neck biting ever so often. Once he got situated in the spot he knew that drove you crazy he bit down. His teeth sinking into you making your body arch nails digging into his skin. “Fuck!” Is all you could muster up. You felt him smirk against your skin, moving toward your ear he nipped at it as well “who’s the only one that can make you feel this good hmm?” He said his breath hot against your ear.

“Y-you. Daddy is” you stuttered out not knowing how you could even speak. “Mm that’s right baby. Daddy’s the only one that knows what this little slutty pussy needs” he said with a low growl. His hand came up gripping around your neck applying pressure almost immediately. “Gonna fucking cum deep in this pussy yeah? Gonna fill you as much as I can so when I go on tour again I’ll come back to you nice and pregnant. Fuck-“ he said his pace speeding up.

“Fuck- baby you’re squeezing me so tight you must like the idea” he said smiling. His free hand coming down to play with your overly sensitive clit. “Gonna be the prettiest mommy out there. Fuck-“ he said hips stuttering as his high washed over him. He came deep into you, you could feel his cock twitching as he spilled out. He moaned loudly as he kept fucking into you. His cock sensitive but fuck did he just wanna keep going. He fucked into you as if he didn’t just cum harder than he has ever before just a few seconds ago.

“Chan! T’much!” You stuttered out. He nodded “yeah? Just one more. Need to fill you up one more time ok? Promise baby just one more you can take one more right?” He babbled his words slurring a bit. “Just- one more” you said breathily. “That’s my good girl, my beautiful girl” he said leaning into a sloppy kiss his hand that was once around your neck going down wrapping around your leg. He pushed as deep as he possibly could, pelvis against pelvis. You let out a muffled scream moving your body away a bit.

“Where do you think you’re going? I’m not fucking done with you yet” he spat yanking your body back to where it once was. He wrapped his strong arms around you. Body’s meshed together as he rutted himself into you. He kept himself buried deep inside you as he chased his high. “Ch-channie- please-“ you didn’t know exactly what you were begging for but he knew. He could feel you clenching around him, your cunt ready for a final release. “Cum for me baby, you’ve made such a pretty mess on my cock- fuck my good little slut” he breathed out. His words were almost non coherent at this point as he babbled.

He sped up his movements on your clit pinching it slightly, your legs shook cumming hard around him. “My good girl fuck such a good girl.” He said his movements now faster trying to reach his high. His fingers never stopping on your clit as he did. “Chan! Chan!” You screamed out feeling like you were gonna explode before he came deep inside you. You could feel all of him twitching in you, feel his balls tightening as they released. Your body shook, and it shook hard. A warmth washing over you both realizing you squirted all over you both. Fluids dripping down mixing with his cum, sweat and drool.

He held onto you tightly as you both were overstimulated and drained. When he was coming back to earth a bit he peppered you with kisses as he sung you praises. “I love you, you did so well.”

A bit later after getting cleaned up, you both were cuddled up in fresh new bedding. “I didn’t go to far did I my love? You sure you’re ok?” He said as he stroked your hair a hint of worry in his voice. You shook your head half open eyes staring up at him “I’m fine channie, I love you so much” you said softly feeling like you could fall asleep at any minute.

“And I love you my beautiful angel. You get some rest yeah? I’ll order some food here in a bit for us when you wake” he said kissing your nose softly. Before you knew it you were passed out, sleepin like a rock.

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