#binchan x reader

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Stuck in Between: Binchan x Male!Reader

Pairing: Chan x Changbin x Male!Reader | Side pairings: Chan x Male!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Smut, slight angst and fluff | AU: ninth member au, idol!verse

Summary: As a birthday present, Chan and Changbin decide to fulfill a long-time fantasy of yours.

Tags: slight cnc? (it's not too rough, mostly reader pretending to resist), cutting off clothes, cock teasing, polyamorous, polycule, threesome (MMM), oral sex, rough oral sex, throat fucking, face fucking, sloppy kisses/oral, sex toys, slapping, overstimulation, slight edging, degradation, name calling (bitch, slut, pig), spanking, dick spanking, dick slapping, anal sex, cum eating, cum swallowing, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, check-ins, consent verification, creampie, aftercare.

Taglist: @james-is-here @belladonna6-6-6 @oreoqueen

Previously on Newbie: Birthday Series

Next on Newbie: Birthday Series

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‘You can always back out of this. Changbin and I won’t be mad if you change your mind.’

You reread Chan’s message while sitting in traffic. He’d spent the morning pestering you about birthday ideas. You repeatedly told him that it was fine. You didn't need anything special for it. But, when he kept insisting, you caved. 

‘I told you I wanted to do it,’ you replied back. 

Butterflies swarmed your stomach simply thinking about what waited for you upstairs. It came to you after a night with Chan. He used your laptop to pull up a file he thought he saved on his phone when he found the tab open. A porn video remained frozen at the halfway mark, the image of a young man bent over the back of a couch getting his attention. A threesome, the two tops took turns using the bottom for their pleasure. The vulgar words, harshness and name calling made you harder than anything before. The thought of being used by two ruthless tops was a fantasy of yours, and Chan found out. He'd teased you about it ever since. When you suggested a similar situation with just him and Changbin, he agreed right away. 

Your heart leaped when a message came through, but immediately died when you saw the sender. Your dad. 

‘Hey kid, sorry again that we couldn't meet up. I forgot about my daughter's recital fell on the same day-’

You stopped reading. Another event of yours overshadowed by his new kids. You didn't hate your half-siblings. They're just kids. It was your father who constantly smashed your heart. He always chose them. He could have invited you along to see her. You heard she’s a good dancer, and saw a few videos on her mother’s Instagram. You wouldn't have minded giving the spotlight over to her. It would have been nice to see your dad after such a long time, but clearly, he doesn't feel the same. 

‘It can get intense and long,” Chan's next message read. ‘I don't want to end up hurting you.’

‘I said I'd be fine. I'm coming up.’

You shook off your dad and headed up to their dorm. Han was with Minho, so Changbin and Chan were alone. Already a plethora of ideas came while you waited in the elevator. The pair of muscular men finally getting their hands on you had you nearly power walking over. How could you care about your dad when they were waiting upstairs? When you punched in the keycode, it was with a shaky hand. 

Their dorm empty, you stepped inside and stared around for them. Then, they came out of the nearby kitchen. 

“There he is,” Chan’s voice sounded smug, his lips curled into a grin as he checked you out. “And wearing those slutty shorts of his too.” 

“Are you really that surprised, hyung?” asked Changbin, who came around the corner, almost predatorily. “He always dresses like that.”

Your blood simmered in your veins. The urge to flee came over you watching the shirtless pair slowly walk over to you. Yet, you stayed firmly in place with your knees shaking. Your eyes kept scanning down their toned bodies; they’d obviously done a small workout to make them more noticeable than usual. This thought alone made you gulp down the lump in your throat. The lump tightened in your chest instead, and you took subtle breaths to open it back up. They could do anything they wanted to you. That brought on a slew of scenarios that made your blood pump faster. 

“He’s always wearing those loose shorts that hitch around the middle of his thighs,” Changbin said, circling you like a shark. His eyes continued scanning your body, “And those tight shirts that show off his body. He’s practically asking for a dick in him.”

“You think we don’t notice, huh?” Chan sneered, stopping a foot from you. “I know I do. I see how you bend over a lot when you’re stretching. You love showing off and teasing us all the time. I know you like topping the others, but…you love getting fucked more.”

“Hy-hyung,” you said shakily, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The pair chuckled. Changbin stopped next to Chan, and you felt your body burn under their joined gaze. “Can you believe this guy?” Changbin said to Chan, “He always pretends he’s so innocent when really he’s a slut. Isn’t that right, YN-yah? Are you a slut?”

“N-No,” you stammered. “I thin-think I’m just going to, um, go.”

“Go? But you just got here,” said Chan. “We haven’t gotten what we wanted out of you yet.” 

“What do you want?” Hot blood started filling your cock bit by bit, the images in your head making it more. You took tentative steps back as they drew closer. 

“I think you already know,” Chan smiled. “That's why you’re wearing those little shorts.” He tugged on the front of his pants, staring down your chest, “Don’t worry. You’re gonna get exactly what you’re asking for.”

As you’d told him beforehand, you bolted. 

“Oh, no, no, no,” Changbin grabbed you right when you reached the door. Locking your arms tightly behind your back, he turned your back into the dorm. “You’re staying right here with us.” 

“Come on, you guys,” you whined, weakly struggling against him. “This isn’t funny.”

“Nobody’s laughing,” said Chan. You noticed a pair of scissors in his hand, and you withheld a moan. “You want cock? You’re going to get more than you can handle.”

“Guys, come on,” you said again as he took the hem of your shirt. “No, no, hyung, come on!” you groaned when he started cutting it up the middle, “This is my favorite shirt.”

“It’s your sluttiest shirt,” said Changbin, “That’s Why it’s your favorite.”

“His nipples are already hard,” said Chan, tugging on one.

“Hyung, let me go,” you said, trying to slide out of Changbin’s grip.

“And these,” Chan moved down to your shorts, a bit snug but not too much. Hooking a finger around the waist band, he gave it a light snap. “I don’t think you’re going to be needing them anymore.”

“No, no,” you twisted your body as he grabbed them, “Guys, this is s embarrassing. Stop.”

“It’s embarrassing now but not when you’re flaunting your bulge in front of us?” he said, crouching to yank off your shorts. The both of them groaned once they had you stripped to your boxers. “See? Look at it,” he cupped your growing bulge gently, giving a light squeeze, “It’s barely hard and look how big it is.”

“He’s as big as us,” said Changbin. “No wonder the bottoms love being topped by him.”

“Because he’s a slut just like them,” Chan grabbed your chin so you looked at him, “A dirty slut. He didn’t even resist on comeback night. He let Felix and Hyunjin do whatever they wanted while I watched,” he traced the curve of your chin and touched your bottom lip, “We could have run a train on him and he would’ve loved every second of it.”

“I’d kill to see that,” Changbin said in your ear. “But, you’re going to have to settle with us for now.”

“Guys, don’t,” you said, less firmly as you tried moving away from Chan’s groping hand. “Just let me go and we can forget this happened.”

“But, we don’t want you to forget,” he said with a pout. “We want you to have every second ingrained in your dumb little head.”

He put the scissors to your boxers and began cutting a bit at a time. Your breath grew heavier as he moved past your cock. Making a perfect slit, he didn’t withdraw right away. His fingers danced along the hardening shaft to the tip and back down. He started running his hands up and down your torso, occasionally brushing over your nipples while he planted kisses on you. His hands and lips ignited the fires burning in your loins. Changbin started kissing up and down your neck while grinding into your ass. You felt his bulge pressing right in the middle, almost poking through your boxers.

Chan asked you multiple times if you were okay with this; he said he’d never do anything you weren’t a hundred-percent certain about. You told him it’s what you’d wanted, and you trusted them completely. Yes, it might be a bit last minute but when he asked what you wanted for your birthday for the millionth time, this came to mind. 

“Somebody’s not struggling so much anymore,” Changbin said, giving the curve of your neck a soft bite. “I think he’s starting to love this.”

“No-No,” you managed to say as Chan kissed down your stomach, “Am not.”

“Your dick’s telling me another story,” he said. He then groaned when Chan kissed the very top of your dick. You twitched at this delicate touch, biting back a moan.

“Hyung, come on, please,” you whined when he placed another kiss on them whilst running fingers along it. You’re already sticking straight out, cock pushing into the torn fabric of your boxers to his mouth.

“Did you say ‘hyung, come on me, please’?” Chan joked, rubbing you through the thin shorts.

“I didn’t say that!”

“I think you did,” he laughed. “Didn’t you hear him say that, Changbin?”

“I heard him loud and clear.”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“Get on your fucking knees,” he said, releasing his hold on you, “And we’ll give you exactly what you want.”

He shoved you onto the floor, and you tried moving away before he grabbed the back of your head. Your heart thumped hard in your chest when you saw them pulling down the front of their pants and boxers. Their dicks semi-hard, you drooled over the thought of them each in your mouth. You hand a hand on each of them, trying to pull away as they start tapping their lengths on your face. 

“Open up, bitch,” said Chan, slapping himself on your mouth.

“No,” you shook your head to avoid them, but they each kept a firm grip on your head.

“Open that whore mouth,” he said more firmly. “Now.”

It took him pinching your nose closed to make you give into it. His engorged cock pulsed on your tongue when he slid inside, pushing all the way to your throat as he did so. Changbin forced one of your hands around his girth, guiding it and squeezing it how he wanted. Chan kept your nostrils together as he filled your mouth. The smooth skin broken by throbbing veins passed through your lips, over your tongue and to your uvula in measured strokes.

“Suck it,” he smacked your cheek, “Don’t act like you’ve never sucked cock before. Come on."

You shook your head, pleading with him but this earned you another hit. He shoved himself right to the base, moaning while you gagged and sputtered around him. If you wouldn’t suck him, then your throat would have to do the job. His head penetrating it each time, it was like getting food that wouldn’t go down. You whimper and whine, feebly pushing on them even though your cock raged between your thighs. God, you loved this. You told Chan you wanted nothing more than for him to use you. It was one of your favorite things to do in bed. It gives you a chance to turn your brain off and give full control to another person.

“My turn,” groaned Changbin when Chan pulled out. Strings of drool fell down your chin, only making his entry that much easier.

Slightly thicker, it was hard to get down into your throat. Thankfully, Chan warmed you up enough for him. Your hand wrapped around Chan now, you let out a sob as he used your hand like a toy. You pushed him away when it got to be too much, coughing up precum on the floor.

“Oh come on,” Changbin laughed, “Fucking wimp. You can take it.” He grabbed your hair again, slapping your face with his wet cock, “Choking on precum like some kind of amateur. I’ve seen you swallow dick tons of times.”

“Hyung, please,” you said, giving a fake sob.

“Looks like he needs a bit more practice,” said Chan. “Here, I’ll give you a hand.”

He forced your head to his pubic bone, mouth stuffed deep in your mouth. You smacked his thigh and struggled against him, though your dick throbbed for his touch. His strong grip did not let up as he started thrusting. He did this a few times before Changbin took over again. Tears burned the corners of your eyes as you breathed through your nose, but even this didn’t always help. Both men took turns in your mouth, sometimes pulling out to slap you with them. You shifted in place when they ordered you to stick out your tongue. They laughed as they each smacked the heads of their cocks on it.

“You wanted us to cum on you,” said Chan when you spat mixtures of spit and precum frm your mouth, “That’s what we’re going to do.”

“No,” you said weakly.

“Stop being a bitch,” grunted Changbin, yanking your head back and shoving his tip in your mouth roughly. “Be a good whore and take it.”

You wept as they continued, but finally they stopped. “Let’s get him to the room,” said Chan, “I want a piece of that ass.”

“No, no, hyung!” you cried as he easily lifted you off the ground by your underarms.

Changbin lifted you by the legs, and they both walked to Chan’s bedroom. You scrambled away from them once on the soft mattress, but Chan caught your ankle and dragged you back to him. For a brief moment, softness filled his eyes and he cupped your cheek.

“Time out,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, sniffling.

“You sure? We’re not being too rough? Not too mean?”

“No,” you shook your head. 

“Are you sure, YNie?” asked Changbin, coming to the opposite side of the bed. “We won’t be mad if you want to stop.”

“No, please don’t stop. Not now,” you said with a plea in your voice.

“Okay then.”

“Time in.” Chan grabbed both your ankles and flipped you onto your front. “Spread out,” he said, pushing your thighs apart, “Ass in the air.” He roughly grabbed both cheeks, rolling them while you mewled. “Fuck, you have such a nice ass,” he groaned, and you heard him spit. The mere trickle of his saliva over your hole made you shudder. “Not to mention, very tight…” 

Your fingers curled into the edge of the bed when he slipped the tip of his cock inside. The slight burn of the stretch stiffened your body, and you cried out. 

“Oh come on,” he slapped your ass harshly, “You can handle big ones.” He held onto your hips as he charged forward. “You take mine all the time.”

“Hy-hyung,” you wept, unable to handle the sensations overcoming you. 

“Shut him up, Binnie-yah,” said Chan. “Put your dick in his mouth and shut him up.”

“You don't have to tell me twice.”

Changbin took this moment to slide his dick on your tongue. More salty precum spilled into your mouth, joining the drool pooled there. He kept a hold on your hair again, fingers against your scalp, and resumed his quick pace from before. His stream of low moans joined Chan's breathy ones, their cocks pumping in unison at either end. Your mind swam from the pleasure, your body slowly moving closer to your peak. Chan's cock pushed deeply, hitting the right spot deep in you. 

“I think he's loving this,” Changbin teased, fully sheathed in your throat. “Look how much he's drooling,” he cackled when he withdrew, watching you cough and gasp. 

“Hyun-Hyung, please…” you pleaded in a whiny voice. 

“Shut up and take it, bitch,” grunted Chan, who slapped your ass harshly. “I'm gonna get my fucking fill of you, and I'm only just starting.”

“Let me get a little piece of that,” huffed Changbin, who made short strokes in your throat. 

The pair switched places, and your body started quivering. It felt far too good; much better than you imagined. They continued their lewd taunting, keeping the same roughness throughout. On your back was when things elevated. Changbin holding your ankles apart, balls slapping against your ass in every thrust, it was Chan who moved away to his dresser drawer. Too enthralled by your pleasure, you didn’t notice him rifling around in it nearby. You whimpered when you saw him coming back with a small massager and bottle of lube. 

“He’s going to love that,” Changbin grinned, stopping with himself deep inside you. “He turns into such a bitch when a toy gets pulled out.”

“Sluts love toys,” said Chan, who drizzled lube all over your raging boner. You flinched when he began stroking it, unable to handle the pressure he applied in each move. “I can’t tell you how many times I put a toy in him before we go out…I get to watch him squirm around and try not to let his boner show.” He slid the massager around the head, the toy clinging to the sticky, sensitive skin. This alone had you quivering. 

“I’ve noticed,” he said, fingertip circling the very tip revealed by the sleeve. “It gets him super hard.” He slapped your cock so it sprung back, and the pair chuckled. “Fuck, this dick is hard. Look at it.” 

The small spikes of pain made you jolt. The pair smacked and pushed your dick around, laughing as they slapped it back and forth at one another. This was pushed further when Chan finally turned on the massager. You couldn’t help it. Your body caved in once your orgasm hit you. Both men cooed when strings of cum shot out like a fountain, the droplets falling back onto you and spilling everywhere. You moaned when Chan swiped up some of it, then shoved cum covered fingers in your mouth. You tried shaking your head away, though you almost came again from it. 

“Eat it,” he said, scooping up more to put in. “What? All of a sudden you don’t like cum?”

“No, hyung, no,” you said, pretending to sob. 

“Shut up and swallow, bitch,” Changbin grunted, also wiping up thick droplets. 

You licked up your own cum from their fingers, allowing them to smear it on your lips and chin. They laughed, “Fucking little pig,” Chan said, forcing his fingers in your throat. “Little pig that likes eating his own cum.”

“He’s gonna get some more soon,” Changbin said, pumping deep into you. 

Normally, Chan gave you a break after the first orgasm, but not this time. The toy kept vibrating, sparking the overstimulation that Changbin added to with hard, quick thrusts. 

“Hyung,” you cried once more, “Please, stop. It’s so sensitive!”

“Good,” he said, eyes closing as his own climax approached. “I love overstimulating you. You get so whiny.”

“But it hurts,” you sniffled. 

“Okay, and?” Chan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, “Do we look like we care?” He smacked your cheek, “Hm? Do we?”

“N-No,” you said. 

“No, we don’t.” He pushed his cock to your lips, “Open that mouth again.”

They used your body as they wished, and you loved it. You relished in how they abused you. Chan shut off the massager and hung you over the edge of the bed. Pile driving into your ass, your body was curled enough for you to see him inside you. Your legs spread out, your cock leaking over your stomach, you couldn’t do anything but watch. His thick shaft stretched you far, creating a gap in your ass when he withdrew to tap on it. The angle let him drive right to your g-spot again, bringing back the urge.. Changbin stood nearby, stroking himself quickly and watching with lustful eyes. You loved how their cocks looked in your ass. Your mouth hung open, wishing he’d kneel down to fill your mouth, but he only waited until Chan finished to have his turn. 

“Ride me,” he said, pulling you onto his lap and pushing back in your ass. “Come on, bitch. Ride my cock.”

A few slaps of your ass had you weakly bouncing up and down. ‘Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he huffed, sounding annoyed. “You only came one time.”

“You can do better than that,” Chan said, spanking your ass. “Faster,” he slapped you again, “Fuck him faster.” 

“I-I can’t,” you panted. 

“Yeah, you can. Little bitches like you are built for fucking. Do it.” 

You held onto Changbin’s shoulders and went faster, making your moans sound like sobs. “Hyung, this hurts,” you cried out, knowing how much they like it. 

“Oh you can take it,” Changbin groaned, starting to shudder. “You-You fuck like a champ.” 

Feeling him start pushing upwards, you balanced yourself on his chest and went faster. You swore he went all up into your guts. 

“Yeah, there you go,” Chan smirked, spanking your ass. “Make him cum. That’s gonna be your birthday present: All of our cum.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Changbin’s head lolled back, and his eyes fell shut. His grip on your hips tightened, and he guided you along him. “Fuck me just like that.” 

His climax hit him hard. You watched his pecs and abdomen tense, neck veins even popping from the sweet release. You nearly came when he spilled inside you. It was then that the massager turned on again. Your pathetic whines joined Changbin’s final moans, the vibrating toy sending shocks through your erection. 

It didn’t take long for Chan to have you on top of him next. Your body, sore and burning from all the positions, managed to keep up with the same energy now. The need for a second release drove out all sense and sensation for you. Only the pulsating pleasure within you kept you going. 

“He’s so fucked out already,” sneered Changbin, who teased you with the massager. “He’s not going to remember his own name when we’re finished.” He started placing kisses along your neck, going down to your nipple. “Don’t think we’re stopping now. I know I’m not.” 

“We’re going to fuck you st-stupid,” said Chan, trembling and gripping you hard. “Fucking stupid slut. Nothing but a hole….a filthy fucking set of holes for our cocks to use…” he grunted as he moved faster. 

“A stupid, pretty slut,” Changbin groaned, flicking your nipple. 

Chan finally came in several deep thrusts. His warmth joining Changbin’s, you hurriedly rode him for more. The position coupled with the massager made you cum once again. This time it leaked, not as strong as the first time. Both men groaned watching you; Changbin leaned down to capture a few drops on his tongue. You then watched him and Chan kissed, cum and saliva making it sloppy. 

“He tastes so good, hyung,” said Changbin in between kisses. 

“Very,” Chan huffed, catching his breath for a moment. “We should get more,” he made a few pointed thrusts. “I know he’s got more in there, and I have plenty to give him.”

“Me too.”

They tossed you onto your back, and Changbin removed the massager. He immediately started sucking on you, hand around the base as he started. The pleasure never seemed to end. Chan’s mouth on your nipples, Changbin’s mouth on your cock, you couldn’t get enough of it. 

They made you cum two more times after that. They did everything they possibly could to torture your overly sensitive dick and worn out ass. Even when your body yearned for a break, you couldn’t stop yourself. You never felt this before with a partner. The need for their touch overcame any sort of logic you’d normally have. The addictive feeling of mind blowing orgasms became a new drug. It was even better when they forced you to swallow their own loads. 

“He’s not even struggling anymore,” Chan laughed, stroking himself over your face. “He’s fucking loving this.”

“Fucking pig,” Changbin sneered, “Swallow it. Swallow all of it.” 

You made more pathetic sobbing sounds as they filled your open mouth. As you wanted, you gulped down the strings and streams falling to your throat. Their combined salty and sweet taste became addicting. Changbin held your mouth closed as if forcing you to swallow. When the session finally finished, the pair wiped you down with cool hand towels despite their own exhaustion. You frowned at their weary eyes and the slow way they cleaned you. 

“Just come in bed with me,” you said weakly, pulling them onto the bed. “I want to snuggle with you.” 

The three of you laid in a dog pile on his bed. Exhaustion finally settled, and you felt lightheaded. Chan on his back, you laid your head on his chest while Changbin spooned you from behind. Having their slick, naked flesh against yours became such a normal thing for you. You enjoyed their warmth and touch on you. 

“Such a good boy,” Chan muttered. “Was it okay? Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

“I’m impressed,” said Changbin, who kissed your shoulder from behind. “I didn’t think you’d last so long. You sure you’re okay? You’re not too banged up anywhere? We got pretty overzealous at the end.”

“Yeah, when you nearly slammed him into the headboard,” Chan giggled. 

“I’m okay, hyung,” you assured him, sleepiness doing its best to catch you. “I swear. Best birthday present ever.” 

“We have ice packs ready for you. You’re going to need them.”

“An ice bath would be better,” Changbin groaned, snuggling you. “I’m going to be so fucking sore,” he giggled. “I can feel it already.”

“Me too,” Chan groaned, stretching and immediately regretting it. “We’ll do it later. I can’t move right now.”

“Neither…can I,” you yawned. “Thank god there’s…there’s no practice…t-tomorrow.”

“Right?” Changbin nuzzled your neck. “Just sleep, baby. We’ll be here when you get up.” 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

The safety and comfort helped you drift off to sleep. 

****

As expected, your body turned stiff as a board when you woke up. Chan and Changbin on either side of you, you heard Chan’s soft snores and Changbin’s breath on your neck. Their shared comfort kept you nestled in the space between them. You listened to Chan on his chest, and idly trailed your fingers on Changbin’s arm. You had no desire to leave the bed even if your sweaty, sticky body needed a shower. 

“Hey,” Changbin whispered. He’d clearly been awake longer than you’d thought. 

“Hey,” you breathed, trying to stretch without bumping into either man. 

“I’m dead,” he chuckled. “I’m totally dead and it’s Chan-hyung’s fault.”

“Or mine, since it was my birthday present. It’s not like you hated it.”

“Far from hating it,” he assured you. He kissed your neck, “I loved it way more than I thought I would. I rarely cum like that, except with Hyunjin.” 

“Glad I could get you there.”

The two of you basked in each other’s embrace, then Changbin asked, “What about your parents? I thought you’d go and see them today.”

“My mom’s in Paris and my dad doesn’t give a fuck,” you said, fatigue pulling down your filter. “He’s too busy with his other family to care about what’s going on with me. I rarely hear from him. My mom’s great though. She sent me a birthday present and said we’d meet up when she came back.”

“Daddy issues,” he snorted. “It explains a lot.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, nudging him. 

“Well, you know you have us,” he said when the laughter died out. “We’ll always be here if you need us for anything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Chan woke up, groaning in a small stretch. His eyes stayed closed, but he brought your hand up to his chest. “It’s what family does for each other.”

“Fuck eachother senseless?”

“No, idiot,” he laughed. “Be there for one another. You know I’ll always look after you even when you don’t ask.”

“You do the same for us,” Changbin added. 

“Of course.”

You managed to kiss both of them before trying to sit up. Dinner sounded better than it did before. After years of bouncing from group to group, never staying anywhere long enough or being welcomed, it felt good having this. Stray Kids made you feel so welcomed even on that first day. Yes, the sexual compatibility and appetite was unbelievable and only dreamed of, but that was only a small fraction. As Chan and Changbin managed to roll off the bed, you forced yourself to follow them into the bathroom. 

You picked up your shorts from the living room floor, and grabbed your phone. A message from your dad surprised you. As Chan ordered dinner, and Changbin flopped onto the couch, you opened the message. 

‘We can meet up before Kitae’s game tomorrow and discuss the merger then. He hates it when I miss games.’ It wasn’t for you. A small pit of resentment blotted your heart. 

You stared at the men before you. The members always went to any event you were participating in. After releasing your own mixtape, they’d celebrated its release with you. Han, Minho, and Chan visited the set of your solo music videos, giving you the encouragement you needed. Hyunjin and Felix supported you when you did your first runway walk for Dior a few months ago. Your father always had some sort of excuse as to why he couldn’t attend important events. Then when he did, he was on his phone or not fully paying attention. 

You didn’t need him, you decided as you tucked your phone away. 

****

A/N: what a lucky boy! I wrote this like a stand alone so you guys can decide if Newbie only fucks once or goes crazy and does it with everyone in one day lmao I hope you guys liked this one! Minsung babes are next!

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Pairing: Chan x Changbin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut (with little plot)

Warnings: Thruple, Heavy Breeding Kink, Mentions of getting reader pregnant, Multiple rounds, Hyperspermia, Praising, Oral(F), sorry for any mistakes or missing tags.

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You were in the kitchen getting dinner ready for your handsome men. Chan was in his office room and changbin had just came home. He walked through the door standing there taking all you in. You looked so cute making dinner. Your little PJ shorts and that tank top that hugged you so Nicely. He strolled over to you wrapping his strong arms around you leaving little kisses to your neck. He turned you around to face him before cupping your face running his thumb over your jaw line. “You know how beautiful you are?” He whispered.

You blushed smacking him playfully “not as beautiful as you” you said kissing him softly. When you went to pull away he chased your lips, hands pulling you into him. A passionate kiss, slowly getting sloppy as his hands wondered down to your hips. He picked you up with ease wrapping your legs around him. His muscles were flexed god do they always look so bitable. He continued kissing you bringing you back to the bedroom passing Chans office. He laid you down on the bed not breaking the kiss as his skilled hands pulled your shorts down.

He quickly pulled your shirt off attaching his lips to your neck as he kissed down your body. He nipped at your nipples sucking them after. A hand coming down to play with your cunt that had become so wet just from the kissing. Changbin was always so passionate about what he did, especially when it came to you. You could always feel the love radiating off of him. You let out a moan only for it to get stuck in your throat as he slid his fingers into you. His tongue working over your sensitive nipples as he toyed with your clit making you buck your hips.

You moaned loudly grabbing his arm as he pumped it in and out of you. “Seeing you do all these wifey things drives me crazy” he said against your skin. “Gonna make you our wife, gonna- gonna fill you so full you’re gonna be pregnant on the wedding day” he groaned.

His hands started to move faster his eyes glossed over in love and lust. He could feel your walls tightening around his fingers he knew you were close. He kissed down your body licking at your clit, curling his fingers ever so perfectly. You were moaning loudly, hands flinging anywhere to grab. “What’s going on in here” you heard a small chuckle coming from the doorway. You saw Chan standing there nothing but a pair of sweats. His toned abs looking like they were sculpted by the gods.

Neither of you said anything back to him, changbin taking the opportunity of you not paying attention to nip at your clit. You let out a broken moan hips bucking up as your legs squeezed around his head. “Binnie!” You croaked out high crashing over you with out warning. He lapped at your juices looking up at you with pussy drunk eyes.

Chan stayed at the door just taking in the scene that was unfolding. You could see the bulge in his sweats getting bigger as he watched. Changbin quickly rid himself of his close taking his cock in his hand moving it up and down your soaking wet cunt. “Won’t she be the cutest mommy?” Changbin smiled looking over at Chan.

He nodded “definitely would, that cute belly. Gonna have to breed her well” he said with a smirk.

“Gonna help me with that?” He said with that same smirk looking over at him.

Chan licked his lips making his way towards you. He sat at your side running his hands up and down your side. You tried to pull him down to kiss you but he shook his head “I want you to watch Binnie fill you full sweetheart” he said with a devilish chuckle. He moved your head to look at Changbin as he pushed himself fully into you. His cock was thicker compared to Chans. The stretch always making your walls clench so tightly around him.

Your hands gripped at the sheets as your body arched in pleasure. “Such a good girl taking him so well” Chan coo’d from beside you. He leaned down to suck softly at your skin, at your nipples at your neck anywhere. Changbins thrusts were fast and deep. His cock head hitting your cervix so nicely. His eyes watched as he disappeared into your dripping cunt letting out a low groan.

“Gonna breed you, gonna fill you with everything I can until I’m only shooting blanks.” He said repeating over and over how he was gonna breed you. Gonna make you a mommy.

When he came the first time it set you over the edge body shaking as you came with him. So much cum being pumped into you already. His stamina was great though he could keep going for hours at this rate. The huge loads of cum never stopping. Chan finally let you touch him stroking him lazily as you both watched changbin plow into you. It was the third time of Changbin cumming that Chan couldn’t take it anymore he needed to be inside you needed more.

With almost a knowing look Changbin with shaky legs stepped aside to let Chan in. Chan moved his cock up taking all the cum that had dripped out and pushing it back into you. “Sweetheart you have to keep it all in” he said with that devilish smirk. When he pushed into you your legs shook. His cock already hitting your cervix. He brought his hand down to push on your abdomen. The sensation, you could feel his cock so deep in you, you could feel all the cum. God something about Changbin is his loads were plenty. Cumming buckets after buckets into you.

“Shit- changbin she’s so fucking full” he groaned out.

“Yeah? Gonna fill her more huh? She can take it” he said beside you. He leaned into kiss you sucking at your bottom lip as his hand moved to play with your clit.

“Gonna breed our beautiful wifie, gonna fill you till we know you’re pregnant” Changbin said against your lips.

You clenched around Chan making him let out almost a desperate moan. Like he was already ready to cum “mmm i think she’s liking that idea” he said with a loose smirk. He was quickly loosing himself. Not only the way your cunt was taking him, the sounds of your overflowing cum filled pussy.

This continued for what felt like hours, both of them filling you over and over. Repeating “gonna breed you, gonna fill you” like it was the only thing they could say. When they finally couldn’t take anymore, when your what 6th? Orgasm came over you squirting all over them they couldn’t take it anymore. All three of you exhausted, shooting blanks which was surprising for changbin. They both collapsed beside you holding you tightly.

“Did so well, always do so well our beautiful wifey” Changbin said breathily beside you.

“You did-“ Chan sniffs “uhm is something burning?”

“The- dinner!” You groaned out but you couldn’t move your body a puddle in the mattress.

“I’ll get it” Chan said getting up slowly almost falling back down.

Changbin turned your head to him kissing you gently. “I love you beautiful, are you alright?” He asked sweetly.

“Yeah, just- need a shower” you said.

“Well- we are gonna have to order out today- and probably buy you a new skillet” he said with a chuckle.

A few weeks after this you all were sitting at a cafe eating when you saw the cutest little baby. You squealed almost when the little boy walked up to you with a cute smile and a wave. His mom apologized for him but talking to you about him. As you talked to her the boys were taking making jokes.

“Im surprised y/n isn’t pregnant”

“Yeah come on guys, I wanna be an uncle”

Changbin pouted whining out “we’ve been trying”

Making the others chuckle only for one of them to make a face “stop! We don’t need to know that!”

“How do you think babies are made huh?” Chan laughed.

They were surly gonna take you home after this and breed you again. Until they knew it would it stuck, until you were pregnant.

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i am having many thoughts about trying anal with changbin and reader still wants their pussy full so bin calls channie to help fill up his baby 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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🕯Summary: Princesses always had the right to feel full. It's not wrong to beg your boyfriend for another set of dick.

🌹CW

Double Penetration|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Rough Sex|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Fingering|Dirty Talk|Threesome|Brief Fisting|First Time! Anal|Gaping|Commanding Tone|Teasing|Dom! Changbin|Dom! Chan|Degrading Praise Kink|Desperate Orgasm|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.5K

"Take a deep breath for me, princess. Yes, that's it," Changbin said, easing a finger past your rim. You whimpered, clawing the sheets below. "Shh, shh. It's okay, it's okay. You'll be able to take my cock soon, hm?" he reassured, slicking a finger with lube before stretching out your tight hole. You huffed out a breath, relaxing into the gentle touches working your hole open. Changbin cooed, "You're doing good, so so good for me," he praised, easing in another finger. 

You clenched around his fingers, groaning at the sheer girth of his fingers scissoring your rimmed hole. Changbin hissed, chuckling at the clench, "Dirty girl, is your pretty pussy feeling empty, princess?" he asked, smacking your plush ass. You moaned, wiggling your hips, "Please," you pleaded. Changbin chuckled, "I'll call him just for tonight. You know how well he'd pound your needy pussy," he teased, curling his fingers within your ribbed walls. 

"Fucking, fuck," you groaned, bundling the sheets within your grip. Changbin cooed, "Be quiet for me. We can't have him knowing instantly, princess," he said, clicking on the contact. You bit your bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans spilling past your lips. Changbin smirked at your efforts, "Good girl," he praised, adding another finger with his thrusts. "Mmhm," you whined, shutting your eyes tight as pleasure shot through your spine. 

The phone rang twice before someone picked up, "Oh, Bin-ah. Is everything alright?" Chan asked, leaning against his bed frame. Changbin chuckled, "We need your help hyungnim," he said, jutting his lips to a pout. Chan chuckled, "We? Who else is with you?" he asked, straightening himself. Changbin smirked, loving how you burrowed your face into the pillow to muffle your moans, "Go ahead, answer him," he instructed, picking up the pace of his thrusts. 

You whined, lifting your head as raw cries and whimpers echoed through the room, "Chan," you sobbed, arching your back. "Aww, baby," Chan cooed, getting up from his bed. Changbin grinned, "You sound so precious, princess," he said, rubbing your waist. You moved your hip, "Ah, ah, fuck," you panted, fucking back on Changbin's fingers. Chan knocked on Changbin's door, "Delivery is here," he said, hanging up the call before walking into the room.

Changbin rolled his eyes playfully, "Delivery, really?" he asked, easing his finger out of your puffy rim. Chan shrugged, "Sounded hotter in my head," he said, chuckling at Changbin's side glance. "What can I help you with?" Chan asked, moving to brush your hair out of your face. Changbin smirked, "It's the princess's first anal and she isn't used to her cunt being empty," he explained, stripping his bottom half bare. Chan nodded, "So you decided to call me to fill her up?" he asked, tugging off his shirt.

"Exactly. Ah, hyung, you're so smart," Changbin cooed, pinching Chan's cheek. "Do that again," Chan warned, smirking with his tongue pressed against his bottom lip. Changbin dodged, "I'm good," he said, lifting your pliant body. Chan smiled, "Binnie must have been a bully hasn't he?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You pouted, getting yourself comfortable on Chan's torso, "Big meanie," you grumbled, wrapping your arms under Chan's. 

Changbin gasped before chuckling, "If you want mean princess, I can show you mean," he said, rolling on the condom over his throbbing cock. "Bin-ah, be good for hyung and roll one on me," Chan said, spreading his legs to rest his cock between your ass. Changbin smirked, tearing the condom foil, "Hard already?" he teased, rolling the condom over Chan's dripping cockhead. He hissed, "Been hard since the call," he groaned, bucking his hips.

"Let me lift you, princess," Changbin said, lifting you to align your cunt with Chan's aching cock. Chan gripped the base of his cock, "Take as much as you can, baby," he reassured, rubbing your thighs. You took a deep breath, slowly easing Chan's cock past your folds to your hole, "Oh, oh, hah" you moaned, preening at the stretch. Chan groaned in tandem, "Good girl, fuck," he chuckled, grazing your thighs. "Why the fuck, fuck so fucking big," you babbled, sinking your hips to the hilt. 

Chan rubbed your back as you laid on him, "So proud of you, baby," he cooed, kissing your forehead. Changbin spread apart your ass, "Deep breaths, princess," he instructed as he pushed his cock in inch by inch. Tears weld up in your eyes but Chan instantly kissed them away, "Doing so good for us, so good," he grunted, nosing your cheek. Changbin groaned, losing his mind to the sheer tightness wrapped around his cock, "Fuck I can feel everything," he gruffed, rolling his hips.

You hiccuped, mind melted as the sheer pleasure burned through your body. The duo held their positions buried in your holes till the base, their cocks stretching out your holes to the max. "Move," you whispered just loud enough for Changbin to set a rhythm. "Take it, princess. Take my cock," Changbin growled, his hips striking your ass. Wails escaped your lips, and your eyes rolled back. Chan groaned, looking away from your blissful face before he came from just that.

"Bin, bin," you sobbed, dragging your nails down Chan's chest. "Your Bin's right here, princess. Clench for us," Changbin groaned, digging his fingers into your hips. You whimpered, clenching as hard as you could around their cocks, "Hah, Fuck!" you cried, drooling at the pressure of Chan's cockhead pressed against your cervix. Chan tossed his head back, baring his neck, trying his hardest not to roll his hips. Changbin felt his knees buckle at you clench, "Shit princess, that grip could kill a man," he moaned, staring down at your quivering body. 

He raised his palm, laying a heavy smack on your ass before continuing his relentless thrusts, "Oh, oh, yes, yes" Changbin gasped, working his thigh muscles to bring you the most torturous pleasure. You broke down into mindless babbles and cries, leaving only Chan's touches to keep you sober. "You're so fucking pretty, baby," he groaned, lifting your chin to sync your lips together. Chan hummed, easily slipping his tongue with yours. 

You sniffled, weakly mimicking Chan's kisses. Chan smirked, licking the roof of your mouth to see your reaction. A shiver ran down your body causing you to clench. Chan grunted, tensing his jaw at the sudden grip and Changbin wasn't faring any better, "Good baby, so good," Chan said, syncing your lips once more to feel you clench again when he licked the roof of your mouth. Changbin whined, "Take my fucking cum, princess. Fuck!" he keened, burying his cock into the base, pressing firming against your puffy rim. 

"Yes, yes, yes, Bin," you mewled, eyes barely able to open. Chan shuddered a breath, clenching his jaw to hold off his appending orgasm. Changbin groaned, hissing as he carefully pulled out his cum drenched cock. He gulped at the sight of your drippy abused rim, gaping. "I'm going to lose my mind," he whispered, easily breaching your loose hole with his fist. Your whines instantly made Changbin remove his hand, "Maybe next time, princess," he said, cleaning off his mess. 

Chan hugged around your waist, "Let's make your pretty cunt gush, baby," he growled, already so close to cumming. You nodded mindlessly, head clouded with nothing by fuzz. Changbin turned on your vibrator and positioned it against your clit, "Squirt for us, princess. Make a mess," he commanded, hearing your scream. Chan groaned, bucking his hips up mercilessly, "Fucking, fuck," he gruffed, pounding his cock up your sloppy cunt. 

Changbin reached beneath and pushed the hood of your clit up as he aimed the vibrator. You wailed, thrashing in Chan's arms, "Ah, hah!" you cried, tears and drool coating Chan's pecs. Chan growled against your ear, nipping on it as he snapped his hips erratically, hitting beneath your cervix with precision, "Give it to me, cum for us, baby," he gruffed, holding you down even if you squirm. Your jaw slacked, body quivering hard around his cock, "Ah," you gasped, arching your back. The pressure built so strong, Chan's cock slipped out of your gushing cunt.

"That's it, baby girl," he groaned, slapping his cock against your slit before slipping it back in just to cum within your tight walls. Changbin wiped your body down, "Messy little princess," he chuckled, cleaning you and Chan up. Chan moved your body next to his, and he gently eased his cock out from your sensitive cunt, "Sorry if I was too rough, baby," he rasped, kissing your nose. Changbin lubed up a plug, "Binnie's got you, princess," he whispered, pressing the plug in carefully. 

Chan raised an eyebrow at the sight. "She wanted the stretch to last for a bit," Changbin said, rubbing the curve of your ass. Chan chuckled in disbelief, "I swear the both of you may just have signed my death wish," he said, laying back into the bed. Changbin rolled his eyes, "Says the one this close to knocking up my girlfriend," he teased, pressing two of his fingers together. "I couldn't help it, your little princess takes cock like a goddess," he yawned, pulling Changbin next to him.

"Hmph, but she's mine Channie hyung, get your own girlfriend," Changbin sulked, pulling you close to him. Chan laughed, "We'll see," he replied, patting Changbin's ass.

[yngtort]

— double or nothin

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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xfem!reader • poly relationship • double!pen mdni — in which chan and bin convinces you to try something new with them .

you’re kinky.

as fuck, actually.

You’d would literally anything your boyfriends, changbin and chan, wanted to do. From common foreplay to outside adventures. You were down for the count. but there was one thing you just wouldn’t— no— couldn’t do.

Anal.

Even the word makes you cringe and doing that act was definitely out of the question. Both of your boyfriends had came to you on multiple occasions, asking to do it. They wanted something knew, other than the taking turns fucking your cunt or one of them nuzzling into your throat.

You questioned if they would even know what they were doing— to which Changbin replied : “of course, I’m an ass connoisseur.”

an eyeroll and scoff is how you ended the conversation. Your ass had a beaming exit sign on it and you intended on keep it that way.

the topic of Anal still came up but it was subtle. Little jokes saying you were a wuss started to get under your skin. So much to the point where you asked your friends about it.

“It’s not that bad, girl.” One of them said with a shrug, “if he knows what he’s doing you should be good.”

He’s a connoisseur apparently.

you friend goes on to explain the whole process. Spilling about how her partner had her “reaching for the gods above�� or something like that.

once again, you try to shake the idea out of your head. The key word here is try.

But the curiosity was gnawing at your brain, fucking around with your senses. You became hyper aware of your boyfriends touches. you shy away when Chris cups one of your cheeks and when bin slaps it, you get mad.

the boys noticed your behavior and they used it as a chance to make you cave. Day by day, they grew even more handsy. rubbing it, squeezing it, patting it—until you just can’t take it anymore.

Now you’re all oiled up as you ease yourself down on Chris’s shaft, cunt savoring each inch. “F-fuck..” you spluttered, mouth hung open as you chase after your breaths.

“there you go, sweet girl, that’s it.” Chris praises. His hands kneading the dips in your hips.

“Look at you two,” changbin chimes in, as he settles himself behind you. “Havin fun without me.”

“Jealous much?” the older asks.

changbin rolls his eyes, gently pushing you down until your chest hits Chris’s. “not at all.” Bin says, hands getting a fist full of your ass. Meanwhile, his eyes were full of the sight of your cunt filled with the others girth.

“Liar.” “Am not.”

You interrupt their yapping with a whine. “Guys, please.” you beg, hips circling against Chris with need. They both chuckle at your eagerness.

“Alright, alright.” behind you, you can hear the a bottle of lube being popped open. Changbin lathers his fingers, along with your hole, with the Icy gel. goosebumps cover your skin from the coldness and you inadvertently clench.

“Relax, babe.” Chris coaxes through a grunt, hands soothingly rubbing your back. You hum, burying your face into his neck, sucking on it to get your mind off of things.

changbin takes that as a cue to continue. He slips a finger into your surprisingly accepting hole. His eyebrows raise as he easily adds two more, making you moan into Chris’s neck.

“you’re taking this too well.” changbin says, a wide grin stretching across his face. “Don’t tell me you’ve been…”

“Y-you’re too big for me not to prepare ahead of time.” you admit and chris laughs under you, calling you cute.

“Yea? How much preparation are we talkin?”

“enough for you to fuck me already.”

changbin snickers, pulling out his fingers and replacing them with the head of his dick. he grunts as your hole wraps around him. “Still so fuckin tight.”

The stretch has your mouth open. long moans spilling from your lips like water as you’re filled with the second girth of the day.

“Good girl, you’re doing well.” Chris whispers sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly starts thrusting up into your cunt.

Meanwhile bin did the opposite.

“Slut,” he degraded, gifting your ass with a sharp slap before fucking you like his life depended on it. “To think you were acting like you didn’t want this. I knew a whore like you would.”

As each of them pump into you, your brain melts. Unable to comprehend a single thing except for the two men that you were sandwiched between.

Shit, It was hard to even do that.

When changbin would pull out, chris would slide back in. You couldn’t get a break as you withered away in their hold.

“Channie, fuck, binnie” was as about the only words you could form.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much?” Chris asks in an almost tantalizing voice.

“I don’t think it’s enough, actually.” changbin said before giving the older a look. You obviously don’t notice it, too busy whining and crying into your boyfriend’s chest.

It’s till Chris’s pace starts matching bins, when you realize that they had put too much thought into this. You could feel both of them rub together, somewhere in your guts, and it had you…

What did your friend say?

Reaching for the gods above.

you clench both holes, signaling to your partners that you’re close to cuming and they don’t stop working their way through you. Hips slapping against each-other as they lead you to your high.

“That’s it baby, let it all go.” you unravel at Chris’s words, body trembling as you cling on to him desperately. He pulls you into a calming kiss, tongue slipping its way into your hot cavern and swallowing up every sob.

After you finished, the boys continued to bottom out. Thrust gradually getting sloppy and losing rhythm until they’re twitching for release.

“Gonna fill both your holes” Bin rasps from behind, fingers digging into your skin as he Rails you. “fill ya�� till ya’ pop, yea?”

“Mhm, been s’good, need it.” You babble out,

“then we’ll give it to you, bub.” Chris says and he delivers right after.

it just takes a few more thrusts till their both pouring their seed into you. your whole body shutters, warmth engulfing you in a white cloud.

Changbin slowly pulls out, watching as his cum seeps from your hole and onto Chris’s thighs. “Fuck, that was..”

“amazing.” Chris finishes breathlessly, “right, y/n?” He calls, but is only answered with your soft snores.

“Poor girl, we wore her out. Let her sleep.” Changbin chuckled, kissing the back of your neck.

“But bin,”

“Yea?”

“Im still inside.”

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NNI : this was supposed to be in kinkmas but now that I completely botched that, I’m posting it for fun— as gift and part of my apology for leaving yall high and dry😞

Tinytags (comment to be added) : @sydnerss @sunnyyangie @panjakes @foxinnie8 @inniescandy-01

[whimsimille]

Our Bond Reaper: MASTERLIST

Minsung x Fem!Reader

Soulmate AU

Words: ~20000

contains mentions of 18+ content, sex, drug use, abuse of substances, nsfw undertone, established relationship (jisung x minho), oral (f and m receiving), piv, mxm, threesome, overstimulation, handjob, dry humping,

a/n: should i continue?

Chapter 1: Intro.

Chapter 2: The Ritual

Chapter 3: All of you

Chapter 4: Meeting you across the centuries

[aboutchriss]

Too tight for the three of us

Pairing: idol!Chan x fem!reader x idol!changbin this is not what your dirty mind is thinking trust me

Genre: crack!!

Warnings: swear words

word count: 2584

Author note: I got the inspo by this episode of the two kids show, I don't know the exact minutes but basically there's a part where Chan says that Changbin is so clingy (said by the clingiest person ever) because he likes him so much, and sometimes it happens that Binnie goes into Chans room (😭) while he's sleeping and snuggles in and acts cute, so basically the cuddles together. So this is where it come from, I hope you like it, byeeeeee

i was in a rush, so it's not proof read

-✉️ I’m so insicure about my English, as I said it’s not my first language and I’m always scared to make mistakes or stuff like that, so if you find mistakes please let me know, I’ll be thankful and also my English will improve! -✉️

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"Chris, can you move little please?"

you whispers pushing his back away from you, you love cuddling with your boyfriend but this is way too much, he's squeezing you against the wall and he's so warm that you're starting to sweat, and you hate to sweat in bed because you're going to be cold in the morning.

"it's not me, it's changbin"

he says in a sleepy voice

"what do you mean it's changbin?"

"leave him here, he needs cuddles"

he whispers

"what? wait"

you say searching for the light switch, when you find it the room lights up enough to see two bodies in the bed that normally you share just with your boyfriend.

"what the fuck"

you say

"no swear words in my bed"

changbin says

"uhh excuse me? this is my, I mean our bed"

"more specific it's our boyfriend's bed"

changbin says turning towards you

"yeah you're righ- wait did you just said OUR boyfriend?"

you say

"yes, he's MY boyfriend, you're just MY boyfriends girlfriend"

"i am too stunned to speak honestly"

you say trying to keep a serious face because this situation is hilarious

"now turn off the light, I need to sleep and cuddles"

"you have a girlfriend"

you point out

"she's not here"

"oh my god changbin, at least move a little so I can sleep too"

"I'm close enough to channie"

"yeah but what about me? where do I sleep?"

"not my bed not my problem"

he says shrugging his shoulders

"chan stop laughing and help me? this is not funny, what if I was naked"

you say to your boyfriend, but he's laughing so hard that both of his arms are on his stomach

"I checked before coming in, no clothes on the floor so, I was free to come in here"

"God Changbin, moooove"

you push his back again

"shhhh I'm trying to sleep y/n"

"chan?"

you call your boyfriend again but he's still laughing at this weird situation

"I'm going to sleep on the couch, this is way too tight for the three of us"

"babe-ahahhaha-wa-ahhaahahah-wait-stay ahahahaha"

he tries to say

"babe, seriously stay here changbin and I can cuddle tomorrow"

"oh no - you steal your pillow, where changbin head is resting - cuddle with your boyfriend I'll sleep on the couch"

you get up

"enjoy your cuddles bitch"

you say looking at Changbin

"and you -you point your finger at Chan- no cunt for two weeks"

he stops laughing

"wait what you mean no cunt for two weeks"

he asks in a desperate tone

"I said what I said, good night"

you would pay gold to take a picture at chan's face right, but you know that after this and the sweet revenge, he'll never allow changbin in your bed ever again when you sleep over.

[spearhoney]

⚠️ smut underneath ⚠️

Note: I'm into chan lately and it's clearly his fault so here you go ;)

"Do you like it? Does it hurt?"

You shook your head as a response as you were busy holding in the moans from escaping your mouth. You can't broke the one and only rule that Changbin has already set up for you only for this night.

"Only moan when I'm the one who fuck you, okay?"

At first, you thought it would just be like a piece of cake as the only dick that have given you tons of pleasure was Changbin's,  so you don't put a high expectation on Chan's.

But it turns out that his was bigger than your boyfriend's.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Bin? Just lemme hear those beautiful sounds from her!" Chan yelled at Changbin who was jerking himself at the corner of room with his eyes fixed on you. He gave Chan an evil grin.

"Oh you wanna listen to it? Alright, my turn then." He stood up from the chair and went straight to the drenched king-sized bed. Chan really knows how to play with your pussy; literally came twice with just the touch of his majestic fingers.

Chan groaned and left you edging on the bed, sweats were drooling down your face, on your whole body. As Changbin hovered over you, a loud needy whine came from your mouth while moving your hips near to his tip; tears started to fall down as you really need to reach the climax where Chan left it hanging.

Slowly, Changbin slide his length in and you can't help but let out the most beautiful sound that Chan have ever heard. With each thrust, a moan escaped your mouth which you definitely wouldn't held them in again. Changbin gave Chan a glance, showing off how good he could make you feel and Chan just gave him a straight middle finger.

"Binnie, I'm so close", you said in between the moans while clenching your walls around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. Suddenly, Chan approached from behind and pushed Changbin away, left you to clench on nothing but air. Changbin looked at him in surprise.

"Sorry mate but I can't let you do this to me, not this time." Then he filled you up again, stretching you wider than Changbin did and thrust you harder than before. Your mind became totally blank to think at the moment and just wrapped your hands and legs around Chan's neck and waist while screaming at the rough pleasure. Deep down, you already know that you would literally get punish for breaking this rule but oh god, you've never experienced sex as good as this.

After a few more hard thrust, Chan's dick was completely covered with your liquid. Your body was shaking vigorously, something that even Changbin couldn't  do. Changbin just stared at you in disbelief. Chan was breathing heavily while peppering soft kisses on your face and your neck, slowly pulling him out and laid on the bed, smiling proudly after what he just achieved.

"Oh my god, that was heaven. I think I need to write a song about this." Chan laughed while closing his eyes, showing his dimples on both of his cheeks.

You was breathing heavily while your eyes were wandering around the room until you landed on those sharp eagle eyes of Changbin. His dark gaze, filled with wrath and jealousy really went through you as if an arrow pierced through your heart. You felt like your heart stopped beating for once when you heard his voice for the next second.

"Guess I shouldn't be nice to you anymore since you like it rough hm?"

[muddy-water-1997]

𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝖮𝗁 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆, 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌), 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀

Chapter 10 - Release

As Changbin exited the van, you welcomed the peace that followed. Turning on one of the fluorescent overhead lights; you retrieved your mirror from your bag. With a sense of relief, you found that Changbin had spared your chest from any permanent damage, but your neck told a different story. Fortunately, the club would be dimly lit, and your hair provided some cover.

Taking a moment to compose yourself, you steeled your resolve before exiting the van. As you stepped outside, you caught sight of Changbin, and Chris engaged in what appeared to be a heated discussion with the van driver, their voices raised in animated conversation, which quickly died down when you appeared. 

"Jesus, Y/N!" IN exclaimed as you stepped down from the van, drawing the attention of the rest of the boys towards you.

"Oh, this old thing?" you joked, making light of your appearance, although you had taken the tag off earlier when changing. A lingering smell of alcohol wafted amongst the group, indicating they enjoyed a few drinks on the way to the venue. You had also brought something to drink in your bag, but you were a bit preoccupied to indulge. You nodded to Theo, who had agreed to accompany you all along with a few of the group's bodyguards to ensure your safety. However, they had already booked a private booth for you all to be comfortable in. 

Seungmin seized the opportunity to take your arm as you entered behind the bodyguards. Fortunately, a side entrance was reserved for VIPs, and no one had tipped off the press about their presence, making the entrance much smoother for all of you.

Once inside, it didn’t take long for bottles to be ordered to the table, and soon enough, some of the boys were up and dancing. You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t drink much. After all, it was your first day on the job, which was supposed to be a small celebration. There was work waiting for you tomorrow. But as the night wore on, one drink turned into two, then three, and before you knew it, Minho was ordering another bottle.

While you weren't drunk, it was evident that you were much looser than an average woman would be around Stray Kids, especially after meeting them just one day ago.

“I’m going to the bathroom!” you yelled to Seungmin over the pulsating music. You sat next to him throughout the evening, sharing occasional conversations and laughs. Felix, IN, and Hyunjin were still on the dancefloor, their energy infectious. Han and Minho, inseparable as ever, seemed caught up in their world of whispered conversations and stolen glances, reaffirming the PR rules about not being filmed together for too long. Meanwhile, Chan and Binnie were engrossed in a discussion that frequently involved glances in your direction.

You tried not to dwell on their attention too much and simply focused on enjoying the evening. With a nod to Seungmin, you made your way through the bustling crowd towards the bathroom, eager for a moment of peace amidst the lively atmosphere of the club.

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The bright lights in the bathroom cast a flattering glow on your face, a testament to the skilled hands of the makeup artist who had worked their magic earlier that day. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror, you couldn’t help but marvel at how much you had been through emotionally. Despite the whirlwind of events, you felt surprisingly steady, albeit slightly tipsy, from the drinks.

Placing your hand on the cold ceramic sink for support, you met your gaze in the mirror with amusement and determination. “We are not going to give ourselves a concussion again tonight,” you declared to your reflection, punctuating your words with a pointed finger. Giving yourself a pep talk to behave seemed like a good idea, especially if the company you were with would behave too.

As you laughed at your antics, a thought crossed: How did you end up almost kissing Chris and Changbin on the same day? It was a question that left you momentarily bewildered. Still, you brushed it aside, deciding to focus on enjoying the rest of the evening and swiftly exiting the bathroom back into the bustle of the club. 

Arriving at the table, you wave happily at the three men still there from when you left. As you moved back around to take your seat, Seungmin reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you down onto his lap.

“Hey you,” Seungmin's voice came close to your ear, cutting through the speaker's blaring drum and bass music overhead. His lips brushed against your earlobe as he spoke, his hand resting gently on your lower back. “I missed you,” he confessed with a sweet smile, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

Returning his smile, you swatted him gently on the shoulder and leaned closer to his ear to respond. “I missed you too,” you laughed softly, feeling his other hand gently on your thigh. As Seungmin reached to flip your hair behind your shoulder, his touch brushed against the marks left earlier in the day, which were now darkening over time.

Leaning back to murmur into your ear, Seungmin's tone took on a darker, more lustful edge that caught you off guard. “Looks like someone's been busy already,” he teased mockingly, his voice dripping with playful accusation. “After I was nice enough to greet you when you first appeared in that car, you couldn’t even hold out for me first, huh?” His grip on your leg grew tighter, and you could feel a sense of urgency in his movement. He pulled you closer, releasing his grip ever so slightly to play with the hem of your dress, searching in your eyes for permission to move further. The gentle nod and the liquid courage from earlier encouraged you both. 

As Seungmin's hand trailed further up your thigh, seeking out the spots that elicited your most sensitive reactions, your body instinctively leaned into his chest. His touch was skilful, coaxing soft pants and quiet moans from your lips as he continued his mission to pleasure you without drawing attention from the crowded room around you.

Despite your efforts to remain discreet, the intimate exchange did not go unnoticed by the two men sitting opposite you. Their gazes lingered on the scene unfolding before them, their expressions a mix of curiosity and intrigue, silently observing the clandestine interaction between you and Seungmin. It wasn’t long before Chris stepped in, walking over to the both of you.    

“Minnie, in such a public place?” Chris's teasing remark was met with a glare from Seungmin, who seemed less amused by the interruption. Sensing the tension, Chris's expression softened as he addressed you directly. “Come with us, y/n,” he said, his voice firm yet comforting as he took you by the wrist and gently pulled you off Seungmin's lap.

Feeling confused and compliant, you followed obediently as Chris led you through the club, with Changbin following closely behind. The three of you made your way into a private room at the back, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. 

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The second the doors shut, you could feel the energy in the room change. It’s as if all the evening teasings had been orchestrated to lead to this moment. As you enter the room, it's clear it wasn’t made for this sort of encounter, but the door had a lock, and there was room to walk amongst the multitude of alcoholic stock that belonged to the club.

“Such a good girl, listening to us when we ask you to follow us,” Chris purred softly, his words laced with approval and reassurance. His gentle touch brushed a strand of stray hair behind your ear, a tender gesture that elicited a sense of comfort amidst the uncertainty of the situation.

Meanwhile, Changbin moved swiftly to secure the room's privacy, twisting the lock into place with a decisive click. With the outside world effectively shut out, you were enveloped in a bubble of intimacy, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken desires.

“Seeing you with Seungmin like that… you rushed our plans a little tonight, bunny,” Changbin cooed, his tone blending reassurance and lust. His words hung in the air, stirring excitement and nervousness within you. It was clear that both he and Chris had some unfinished business with you tonight, and they intended to see it through.

“You’ve worked so hard today and done so well. Let us take care of you now,” Chan teased, his voice gentle as he drew closer to you, his presence comforting yet electrifying. With their words lingering in the air, you could feel your heart racing in anticipation. 

Without hesitation, Chris’ lips were on yours, his hand moving up to lace into the hair at the nape of your neck, hungry to taste you after such a long wait. Changbins' body pressed up behind you, and the warmth of being trapped between them made you want to melt. You could feel Changbins hard length hitting your ass, and you leaned into him further, determined to tease just a little bit. 

Changbin’s breath hitched at your movement, and he took the opportunity to sink to his knees gracefully; Chris assisted you in pulling your dress over your head. The urgency and need in the air were palpable, enough to make your legs weak. But what followed was even more overwhelming: the sudden onset of worship from both men as soon as your dress had come off.

“You look even better without your clothes on”, Chris groans as he takes in your form. The two men's eyes roamed your exposed skin with hunger and reverence; their touches were gentle yet possessive as they explored every curve and contour. Changbin's hands trailed along your thighs, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake, while Chris's fingers danced over your bare back, sending shivers down your spine.

In that moment, you felt desired and cherished, caught in the intoxicating embrace of their adoration. The mixture of sensations left you breathless and your body trembling. 

“I’ve been dying to taste this pussy since I saw you this morning” Changbin’s voice was raspy from beneath you, and you couldn’t help but moan just at the words he was speaking; he hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“I’ll get her laid down, Bin. Poor girl has been on her feet all day,” Chris interjected, taking charge as he fashioned a makeshift bed out of old boxes and blankets they had lying around in the store room. With gentle hands, he guided you to sit, ensuring your comfort as he arranged the makeshift bedding.

Moving behind you, Chris reached for the hair tie on his wrist, his touch tender as he gathered your hair into a high ponytail. He pulled your hair up, revealing the intricate artwork that adorned your neck and shoulders from the earlier encounters with both men. Changbin took the opportunity to remove your underwear while slowly tying your hair.

“Open your legs for me baby, I wanna see you. Thats it, just a little wider.” Changbins breath caught in his throat, turning to face the older man. “Hyung, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so perfect.” He keened greedily and then turned up to meet your eyes, searching for your consent to move forward, which you gave without a second thought. 

Without hesitation, Binnie shifted forward, still on his knees before you. He began gently kissing up the insides of your thighs, finding all the sensitive areas Seungmin had found earlier eliciting moans from you that you tried to suppress by throwing a hand over your mouth. This was quickly stopped by Chris, who took your hand away from your face and held it above your head.

“No one is going to hear you in here other than us”, he reassured you, “Dont be shy beautiful, I love the way you moan our names.” His words, alongside Binnie’s persistence to move closer to your core, brought out a guttural moan from you, which both men smiled at in response. You were so caught up in the sensations coming from Binnie’s hands and mouth that you hadn’t even realised that Chris had undressed himself as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

“God, you’re so wet already and I’ve hardly touched you”, Changbins choked voice excitedly spoke from underneath you. His strong hands moved to run a finger through your folds, causing your body to arch off the makeshift bed and into his touch. “And so needy!” he continued. You could feel him getting closer; his warm breath was welcomed around your centre. Without another breath, his tongue was on you, exploring everywhere and lapping at you like he’d not drunk in a week. His nose hits your sweet spot, causing you to buck yourself up into his face, searching for more friction. Looking over to your side, you see Chris standing there, pumping himself at the filthy sight in front of him and eager to get involved. 

“Now, be a good girl and take my cock in your mouth, yeah?” Chris speaks so sweetly yet with a slightly demanding quality to his voice. You happily oblige, fighting the pleasure from Changbin on his knees below you and propping yourself up on your elbows, opening your mouth to let Chris use your mouth. “Fuck”, he murmured as you took him in without hesitation and let him use your throat as he saw fit. “Look at you, such a messy girl for me.” Chris groans as he starts fucking back into your throat. 

Seeing the scene before him spurs Changbin on, determined to make you come undone before Chris does. “C’mon, let me hear you”, He teased as his hand found your clit, methodically rubbing in circles, helping you chase your high. His eagerness and skilled fingers push you over the edge forcing Chris’ dick out of your mouth so you can voice the screams that Changin was pulling from you, and you find yourself coming all over Changbins face, not that he’s complaining. He keeps persisting until you’ve ridden out your high before pulling away. 

“Look at you…” Changbin finally stands, his face covered in your juices. He leans over your body, kissing you feverishly while undressing his bottom half. “I need you now, and then you’re all Chan’s, okay love?” You nod, not wanting it to end but too breathless to respond verbally. Without another thought, you can feel Binnie’s cock at your entrance, and you take a moment to prop yourself up to watch him insert himself. He’s thick, and he sees your eyes widen in shock. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be gentle”, he winks, and you throw yourself back into the boxes, greeted by Chris’ hand on your nipples to help ease Changbin in without too much pain. He gently takes one between his finger and thumb, the other into his mouth. The stretch was delicious, and you could see the restraint on his face stopping him from just fucking you on the spot. 

“So tight…Taking me so well, beautiful.” He moaned as he finally found himself buried in you up to the hilt. Giving you a moment to adjust to him, he slowly began moving, his pace picking up quickly, the friction and stimulation on your nipples causing screams to leave your throat. “Don’t think I’m gonna last long” His breathy voice strained in concentration. “You’re doing so well, bunny.” 

“Pussy is taking me so good; you feel so good,” he speaks between breaths. Your lips are now too preoccupied with Chris’ lips to be able to respond. Your moans are muted by being swallowed by him while he devours you. You can feel your release building again, clearly being felt by Changbin, too, because his thrusts become more erratic, the pressure from your walls pushing him to his release. Forcing himself out of you, he quickly pumps himself over your stomach, covering you in his release. 

“My turn now, baby; Binnie got you all ready for me.” He moved away from your lips and around to the front of your body. Grabbing your legs and placing them over his arms, “Don’t hold back on me” He winked before wasting no time slipping right into where Binnie had left. Chris wasn’t as thick, but he was longer, and his sudden entrance hit you in a place Changbin hadn’t, causing the most pornographic moan to leave your lips, which only spurred him on. 

“Done so well for us all day”, He growled between thrusts, his pace slowing and quickening with each sign your body gave him. “Not just good at your job; look at you now. All ours. Taking us so well, baby.” His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you precisely to the spot he needed you to be. “Been fantasising about this all day” " he mewed, quickening his pace. It was clear he wasn’t going to last much longer either, chasing his high as he relentlessly pounded you into the boxes.

“Gonna finish inside of you, yeah? Fill you up? Make you into a mother as well?” Your entire body is alight from overstimulation and pleasure. All you can muster are yes’s and please’s in response to everything he said. Begging him to fill you up until you can’t walk. Your moans and the sounds coming from between you both pushed Chris to the edge, and he came inside you, painting your walls and forcing your third orgasm of the night out of you. He took a moment before pulling out, kissing you gently on your lips. Changbin, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, joined you both and gently kissed your collarbones and cheeks.

“Are you feeling okay?” Changbin asked, your breathing slowly returning to normal. You could only muster a nod as you came down from your high. Their worship of your body continued with soft caresses and gentle touches, which still elicited shivers from your body.

“Let's get you cleaned up and back to the hotel, yeah?” Chris smiled, standing up before scooping you into his arms and grabbing a water bottle off the stock room shelves. “You feeling okay?” he asked again, pushing for a verbal response this time, as Changbin grabbed some of the spare tissue to clean up the mess on your stomach that he had made earlier. You nodded, your feet hitting the floor slightly unsteady and opening the water to sip.

“I’m good… better than good” You laughed, grabbing your dress, pulling it over your head, and trying to regain some of your composure. You can hear Binnie talking to someone at the back of the room.

“There’s a car pulling up to the side door”, He piped up. “We’ll take you back to the hotel; you must be exhausted.” Changbins arm slid around your waist as Chris took a moment to check your makeup before exiting. While your lipstick had stayed put, the fucked out expression on your face wasn’t going anywhere.

The boys escorted you to the car through the club bass, signalling Theo to enter the front with the driver. When you were finally settled and strapped between the two men, it wasn’t long before you fell asleep, resting your head on Chan's chest.

NEXT CHAPTER

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

[catiuskaa]

(🎙️) hear ye, hear ye!

*tapping the mic* ladies, gentlemen, and those of you who know better! 🗣️🗣️

lil katsy here was having some spicy ideas regarding this post published a while ago that you guys really enjoyed (which omfg thanks for all of that support!!)

and talking to my pookie @ire67 I mentioned some of the backstory/forward story (?) I came up with that was only hinted lightly (which includes spicy thoughts with the main power couple and a certain security guard who gave his phone number, teehee), she said that it would be awesome if I included it in a second part!

So! After all that context, ehem. 🤭

I’ll give you guys one week on the poll cause I have some exams and won’t be active writing-wise BUTTTTT to the lovely anonnie and to one of my bestest pookies @sharonxdevi, I’m tenderly and lovingly working on your asks, so they’ll be posted asap! (you can expect them by next week but I’m not pinky promising just in case lolol)

remember to drink lotsa aqua and, as always, have fun!

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🕯Summary: Changbin comes home early from feeling sore at the gym. Chan saw the opportunity and recommend to use his cardio machine.

🌹CW

Objectification|Bondage|Free Use|Multiple Orgasms|Voyeurism|Threesome! MMF|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Pussy Pump|Rough Sex|Dom! Bang Chan|Soft Dom! Seo Changbin |Pervy! Reader|Facials|Cunnilingus|Vibrator|Oral Fixation|Fingering|Daddy Kink|Anal Bead|Anal Penetration|Free Use|Teasing|Very Sensitive Pussy|Squirting|Head Pets|Deep Penetration|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.6K

Changbin rolled his shoulders back, "That felt good," he groaned, feeling stiff after his recent workout. "You're home?" Chan asked, grabbing a bottle of water. Changbin nodded, "Yeah, I couldn't get my cardio in. For some reason my body still feels stiff," he huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter. Chan smiled, "I just bought new equipment that might help," he said, raising an eyebrow. Changbin's eyes widen, "Oh. Do you mind me testing it out then?" he asked, curiosity clouding his judgement.

Chan held back a smirk, "I thought you'd never ask," he said, leading Changbin to his room. Changbin opened the door and instantly his breath got caught in his throat. "A beauty isn't she," Chan said, trailing his hand down your spine. Your ankles were bound to the ends of the bed, your arms tied behind your back in a little bow and your chin was rested on some pillows, supporting your head up. Changbin gulped, "Hyung, what's the meaning of this," he whispered, the sight of your bare cunt sent shockwaves straight to his cock.

"Well, I know how much you love to provide pleasure, Bin-ah. So, I made sure she was riled up just for you," Chan said, spreading your folds apart to show your tight hole. Changbin stared for a second before looking away, "She's your girl, Chan hyung. I can't use her as a cardio machine," he said, shifting his sweatpants so his bulge wasn't obvious. "Bin-ah, she consented to this. You can walk away if you want," Chan reassured, rubbing down your thighs. 

Changbin bit his bottom lip, "Fuck. I can do whatever I want?" he asked, testing the limits. Chan nodded, "As long as it makes her gush." he said, placing a kiss on your ass. You shuddered at the objectification, head hazy when they spoke about your body like a toy. Changbin eyed your plump flesh, his cock hardening at the lewd ideas echoing in his mind, "Okay, okay, I'm down. Fuck you two are freaks," he rasped, grabbing a palmful of your ass. You bit back a moan, staying as quiet as possible. 

Chan sat by your head, his firm hand stroking your hair, "Don't worry, princess. Soon, you'll be screaming whether you like it or not," he said, kissing your forehead. Changbin shuddered a breath, "Toys too?" he said, seeing the avary of toys next to your ankle. Chan smiled, rubbing your shoulders, "It's up to you if you want to use them," he said, tossing him a bottle of lube. Changbin pumped a significant amount in his palms, "Take a deep breath, bun," he instructed, easing his index finger through your rim. 

You keened, clenching hard around his finger. Changbin rubbed your ass, "Relax, bunny. Deep breaths, hm?" he said, thrusting his finger thoroughly. You melted under his touch, hiccuping when he eased another finger into your tight hole. Changbin cooed, scissoring your hole apart, loosening it enough for him to slip the anal beads in, "Good doll," he praised, adding another finger. You grit your teeth, lips wobbling at the pressure splitting your rim. Chan rubbed your bottom lip, "Open," he said, tugging on it.

You did as told and a sharp whimper escaped your lips for a split second before Chan slipped a squeaky dog toy into your mouth. Changbin furrowed his eyebrows at the sound, "What the fuck was that?" he asked, pumping three fingers in and out of your hole. "A carrot toy, doesn't she look cute?" Chan asked, tucking your hair behind your ear. Changbin looked over your shoulder, "Fuck that's cute," he groaned, easing his fingers out. You bit on the toy, squeaking in displeasure at feeling empty. 

Changbin chuckled, slicking the beads in lube, "I know bunny. So impatient," he teased, easing the smallest bead into your rim. You keened at the pressure, loving the warmth pooling in your abdomen. Changbin eased it till the last bead when your rim resisted the stretch. He gently thrust the bead against your hole, watching it slowly work itself open around the bead. You bit down the toy, and a long dragged squeak escaped it when the bead finally breached. 

Changbin hummed, tugging on the hoop at the end, "Took it so well, bunny," he praised, slicking the pussy pumper. "Can I use this one on her?" he asked, holding the toy up for Chan to see. Chan nodded, "Yeah, as long as you know what you're doing, Bin-ah," he said, nosing your hair. Changbin hummed, placing the chamber around your cunt, making sure your whole pussy is covered, "I'm guessing this your first time using this bunny. It looks fresh out of the box. Don't worry, I'll make you feel good," he reassured.

You laid pliant, anticipating what he would do next. Changbin pressed the first pump and instantly you felt your cunt tingle. He pumped again and again until your folds plump up within the chamber and your clit swelled. You drooled around the toy, eyes rolling back at the warm steam building within the chamber from your warm pussy. Changbin pumped a few more times until your pussy filled the chamber, "I can't wait to make you squirt, bunny," he said, stroking his cock through his sweatpants. 

"You're really meticulous with your equipment," Chan said, noticing how precise Changbin is with your pleasure. Changbin smirked, "Preparation is always good, Hyung," he said, gently releasing the pressure from the pump. You bit into the toy, eyebrows furrowing at the increase in sensitivity. "Hyung, come look," Changbin said, gesturing Chan over. Chan scoffed out a chuckle, his mouth went dry at the sight of your cunt swollen and puffy, "Gorgeous," he whispered under his breath.

Changbin nodded, swiping his hand between your fold, grazing your clit. You yelped behind the toy, eyes widening as a sudden orgasm rushed through your body. Chan's breath hitched, "Did she just cum?" he asked, seeing the slick drip onto the bed. "Ahm, her cunt is more sensitive than usual, just a bit of pressure like this," he said, squeezing your clit. You dropped the toy with a scream, "Hah, ah, ah," you cried, cumming again onto his hand. Chan shuddered at your sharp scream, slipping the toy back into your mouth. 

"Now it's time to play, yeah?" Changbin said, slipping his cock out from the pants. You shivered knowing this was just the beginning. Changbin rubbed his cockhead between your folds, chuckling at the quivers your body was giving out, "Drippy girl. So fucking warm," he groaned, slicking his girth in your arousal. You looked up at Chan with pity half-lidded eyes, wanting someone to pity your situation. Chan chuckled, stroking your hair, "Aww, baby girl wants pampering from Daddy while Binnie destroys your cunt, yeah?" he teased, pampering your face with kisses.

Changbin turned on the vibrator, "Pamper her well, Hyung," he said, placing the vibrator right on your clit. You sobbed out more, pleasure sparking throughout your body. Chan cooed, coaxing you through every single orgasmic shock, "You can take it, princess. Daddy's here," he reassured, watching the way your cunt drips slick onto the sheets like a broken pipe. Changbin took advantage of your clenching cunt and eased his cock to the hilt, his cockhead kissing your cervix, "Fuck," he growled, gripping your hips.

Tears split from your eyes, barely comprehending Chan's comforting words. Pleasure warmed your lower half, and orgasm after orgasm ripped from your body until you couldn't tell each one apart. Changbin threw the vibrator aside, pounding your cunt like the cardio machine you were intended to be, "Take it, bunny. Take my fucking cock," he groaned, grinding his cockhead against your spot. You wailed from the pressure, ass and cunt filled to the brim, throbbing to burst.

Changbin gripped your waist so hard, you knew bruises decorated your skin. "Cumming, I'm cumming!" you sobbed, nuzzling into Chan's palm as you came. Changbin groaned at the clench of your cunt, his cock slipping out of your ribbed walls when your slick squirted onto his lower half. "Hyung, hug her tight," he instructed, lust coating his senses and he could only think of coating your cunt white. He slipped his cock back into your oversensitive pussy, thrusting at a brutal pace until his orgasm caught up to him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Changbin growled, cumming into your cunt. You hiccuped into Chan's hold, body spent and used like a ragdoll. Chan undid the ribbon, "Such a good girl. You did so good for us, princess," he said, noticing your eyes glazed over. Changbin hissed, easing his cock from your loose cunt, "So so good," he rasped, unstrapping your ankles. You sniffled, too weak to curl up into Chan's hold, "Daddy!" you sobbed, needing his warmth. Chan scooped you up gently, holding you close, "Daddy's here, princess," he whispered, rocking your weak body.

Changbin cleared up the toys, setting them in the sink to be washed, "Are you feeling okay, bunny girl?" he asked, tucking your hair behind your ears. You nodded, slowly coming back down from the intense high. Changbin smiled, "My cardio for today is certainly in, that's for sure," he said, trying to lighten the mood. You stifle a laugh, hiding your face in the crook of Chan's neck. Changbin chuckled, "Are you laughing, bun. I think I saw a smile," he teased, tickling your sides. You giggled, squirming from his tickles, "Binnie, noo," you squealed. Chan chuckled, kissing your nose, "Giggly little thing, aren't you," he said, giving you an Eskimo kiss. You smiled, tucked against his chest. Changbin cooed, "Channie hyung, you better keep her away from me before I hide her in my pocket," he said, rubbing your cheek. You giggled, nuzzling his palm. Changbin made eye contact with Chan and instantly carried you off his chest, "She's mine!" he laughed, carrying you to the bathroom. Chan chuckled at his behaviour, "We'll see about that," he said, removing the stained sheets.

[changbunnies]

Scent Of You (18+)

♡ Pairing: Wolf Hybrid!Bang Chan x Fem Bunny Hybrid!Reader x Wolf Hybrid!Changbin

♡ Genre: dubcon, little red riding hood au, fantasy/supernatural au, hybrid au, vague allusions to omegaverse dynamics, porn with plot

♡ Word Count: 7.8k (oops)

♡ Summary: In which a sweet, naive bunny hybrid nicknamed 'little red' becomes lost in the forest at night, and finds herself face to face with the big, bad wolves her grandmother always warned her about.

♡ Warnings: uses the little red riding hood fairytale as a base for inspiration before it devolves into smut, words like "alpha" and other omegaverse terms aren't used but the vibes are There lol

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): dubcon, pet names (though mostly as a title- such as bunny, little red, and sweetheart), the word slut is used a few times, gendered language such as "dirty girl", scent stuff lol, dom/sub dynamics (dom!chan, sub!reader, allusions to switch!bin), a lot of kissing, size difference, size kink (i'm sorry if you're tall just pretend ur small and they're huge because ur a rabbit and they're a wolf fsdgsdf), oral (m + f rec), spitroasting, some manhandling, some banter and mild rivalry between bin and chan, unprotected piv, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms and multiple creampies

♡ Notes: so i intended to take a small break from writing after finishing crave but inspo struck me as i was trying to fall asleep and i NEEDED to write it so i literally shot up and wrote all of this in one sitting in a cold sweat fsdgdsf so here we are, one last surprise upload before my break <3 it's easily the most self indulgent fic i've written to date dfdgh bunny is my fave petname and this is basically just my excuse to be called bunny in a wolf binchan sandwich lmao this is not as proofread as my other stuff given how quickly i wrote it, and it's my first time writing a threesome, but i hope you enjoy! edit: there is now a sequel you can read here !

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

"Please, take care sweetheart. Don't stay out too long," your grandmother warns with a tender kiss to your forehead as you prepare to head out for the day, pulling the hood of your long, red cape up over your head, tucking in your hair and covering your lopped ears.

"I know, grandmother, I know! I'll be back before you know it, I promise," you assure her with a smile, hooking your twine basket into your arm, empty and ready to be filled with treats of the forest.

Your grandmother heaves a soft sigh, as she falls back against the bed, and you give her hand a reassuring squeeze and a soft goodbye before you make your way out of your quaint cottage, a long line of intimidating, tall standing trees before you. Grandmother always worries for your safety, as the woods aren't entirely safe for a rabbit like yourself, but so long as the sun hangs bright in the sky, you'd be perfectly fine.

Really, it's only at night that the woods near your home become truly dangerous, as all manner of nocturnal predators leave their dens in search of their next meal. For a rabbit such as yourself, lingering in the woods at night is assuredly a death sentence; your diminutive stature and weak limbs would cause you to easily fall victim to the beasts that stalk through the forest with the moon's aid. 

The only thing on your side would be your speed, but even then it's no guarantee of safety once a predator has you in their sights. And so your grandmother always instilled a proper fear of the dark within you, in the hope that you'd never find yourself in a situation in which you'd have to flee in the first place.

Entering the forest brings with it countless anxieties for your species, but it's not like you can simply not go. The gifts of nature are what sustains you, and you have to enter the woods, even live near them, if you want to have food in your tummy and herbal medicines on your shelves. 

As such, you are always very conscious of the amount of time you spend in the forest, only ever entering when the sun is brightly illuminating your surroundings, always careful and alert as you gather what you need. You observe the sun's position in the sky, use it to determine how much time you have left before it begins to set, always heading back well before it starts to sink behind the trees.

And you'd never stay longer than necessary, especially not when you have grandmother waiting at home praying for your safe return! But well.. grandmother is quite ill these days, and you spent more time than you usually would gathering the berries and leaves you’ll need to make her sweet, healing brews of tea.

Soon enough, winter's chill would cause all the greenery to frost and wither, and you wanted to stock up now to ensure you had enough to last 'til the end of the season. It was for grandmother's health! Surely she'd understand and forgive you if you stayed out just a little longer than usual. 

But as dusk started to settle over the trees, and you realized how precious few moments of sunlight you had left to make it home with, panic began to accumulate in the pit of your stomach. You tried your best to take deep breaths, to not allow your heart to race– as long as you remained calm, you could get back before dark, you were sure of it. 

The more the sun sank however, the more you lost your clarity; you found yourself stumbling in circles, the encroaching dark causing the forest to become unrecognizable, leading you blindly in circles. You'd long since lost sight of the path you always followed home, and the moon and stars, which were normally such a beautiful sight, now came with a sense of foreboding.

It was dark, you were lost, and grandmother was now all alone, probably worrying herself half to death wondering where you could be and if you're even still alive. You continue blindly weaving your way through the trees, just praying that you're moving in the direction of home; you can't afford to hide away and wait until morning, not when a beast could be around any corner.

Using your speed to your advantage, you dart past a near endless sea of trees, praying, praying, and praying the clearing will come into view and you’ll see your cottage in the middle, with orange light from the fire peeking through the windows and smoke billowing from the chimney. 

Suddenly you stop, entire body freezing as your hair stands on end, nose twitching as an unfamiliar scent fills your nostrils; someone is near– someone that you should avoid at all costs. It’s so heavy, overwhelming beyond comprehension– the scent of the forest itself is still identifiable, but mixed now with something akin to leather, black coffee, and hot iron.

The scent is actually quite pleasant, so that's not what causes you to freeze; it’s the unfamiliarity that is the true root of the problem, evoking a deep rooted, innate fear response. You know all the “safe” smells– that of other prey animals such as yourself, for instance, are recognizable, comforting, and bring about a sense of calm.

To be met with the unfamiliar is to be met with danger; it means that whatever is near is something you’ve never encountered during your safe treks through the forest, it means that a predator likely has you in their sights. And as grandmother has told you, if you smell them it’s already too late– they’ve found you. 

“Now, now, what do we have here?” A deep voice calls, hidden from your sight. Your heart erupts in an erratic rhythm, a chill running down your spine as your eyes desperately search the darkness for the source of the voice. And there, you finally see it– or rather, him. A man, standing much, much taller and bulkier than you, sharp fangs exposed with his smile, fangs that you are sure will be used to rip you apart. 

You see pointed ears and dusky blue-silver fur, a long tail that swishes with intrigue and delight, a fur coat with the arms cut off, an exposed chest laden with scars both fresh and faded. He’s a wolf, you realize with dread, the thing you were taught to fear most of all.

You unconsciously take a step back as he approaches, the moonlight illuminating him in a way that evokes both fear and reverence; as beautiful as he is dangerous. “What’s a little thing like you doing in the forest at night, hmm? Don’t you know it isn’t safe, little red?” he says with a sickeningly sweet smile, referencing the caped hood you’re wearing, a gift from your grandmother meant to keep you safe from men like him.  

You clutch your basket tighter as your legs begin to tremble, lowering your head and pulling your hood down further, trying your best to ensure your ears and other features are completely covered. He probably knows by smell alone you’re a prey animal, but you vainly hope he’ll let you go if he doesn’t realize you’re a rabbit– a stupid hope, but it’s the only one you have.

“Poor thing, don’t be scared. You got lost, didn’t you, little red?” With each step towards you he takes, you take another step back, until your back meets that of a thick tree, the erratic rhythm of your heart building to a speed you thought otherwise impossible. 

“Tell me– where did you come from?” The wolf asks with an intimidating smile full of fang, “I recognize you from somewhere. Where was it I’ve smelled you before..?”

With nowhere to go, caged against the tree as the wolf closes in, all you can do is tremble as you watch him sniff the air, licking his lips as if tasting your scent. Most prey animals are generally the same, but there’s only one place he’s gotten the scent of sugar and cream from.. 

“Ah, I know,” he says suddenly, smile growing wider as he speaks, “That little cottage in the clearing– that’s it, isn’t it? That’s your home?” You swallow as you timidly nod, your nerves much too frayed to attempt to lie– you’ve never been a good liar anyways, your grandmother having raised you to be honest and good.

“You’re quite far from home, little red. But I can help you,” he offers, but you know better than to trust a wolf– they’re liars, all of them. “N-No, I.. I can get there by myself,” you say, finally finding your voice (shaky and timid though it may be.)

The man hums, seemingly amused by your brave display; he knows how scared you are, can quite literally taste it, but he has to commend you for trying, at least. “I’m not sure that’s true. Do you know which way home is?” 

“W-Well, uhm, I.. I– I, I don’t–” you stutter and fumble, and he chuckles, a smug look of “thought-so” clear on his face as he grins at you. His hand finds your cheek, and you look up at him with glassy, teary eyes, heart thumping out of control as he strokes your skin with his thumb.

He smiles sweetly, almost boyishly– a look that would be endearing if he wasn’t a wolf, and you weren’t afraid for your life. His clawed hand travels from your cheek to the top of your hood, and you quickly reach your hands up to clutch the fabric, keeping it fully tugged down in a vain attempt to continue to hide your identity.

The wolf laughs, clearly amused at your reaction. “Come now, little red, show me what sort of ears you’re hiding under there,” he coos and you shake your head, eyes squeezing shut and knuckles turning white as you desperately cling to your hood. 

At this point it probably no longer matters what you are exactly– no matter the answer, it’s clear the wolf before your eyes has plans for you that won’t go unfulfilled. But still, your survival instincts are in overdrive, and you can’t help but try your best to protect yourself, even if the endeavor proves to be worthless.

He tugs at your hood, not yet trying to fully pull it off, but rather playing with you– he could easily pull it off in one quick swipe, his claws could tear the fabric to ribbons, but he chooses to instead have his fun, watch you panic and struggle with the hood in your tiny hands. 

You look at him, unfallen tears blurring your vision; you don’t know what else to do. Grandmother always said if you found yourself cornered by wolves, your only option would be to run and pray for the best, but is that really the best you can do? And while you’re fast, wolves are faster– you’re sure the man would be able to catch up with you easily, especially given that the moon is his ally and he is likely extremely familiar with the deep woods.

Further still, he clearly stated he knows your home; even if you escape, he knows exactly where to go to find you. It fills you with dread, knowing that even if you do make it home, your grandmother would be there too; and you’d never forgive yourself if something bad happened to her because of you.

It’s an impossible choice you are being dealt– surrender to your fate now, or try your best to flee and risk dragging your precious grandmother down with you. But as he finally tugs down your hood, your white, snow-like lopped ears are fully exposed, and the wolf’s fangs shine as he gleefully smiles, you find yourself unconsciously making a choice– you run, as fast as your legs will carry you.

The cape gets caught and snags on stray branches from the myriad trees, tearing as you continue to run, adrenaline coursing through your veins, chest aching from the erratic, forcefully thumping of your heart, breath coming out quick and harsh. 

You barely make it 10 feet ahead through the trees before you’re crashing into something, the sudden impact causing you to let out an involuntary shout as you stumble back and fall ungracefully on your backside. Looking up, tears fall from your eyes when you realize it’s another wolf– shorter than the one who’d cornered you previously, but bulkier, with fur as dark as obsidian and a scent that matches it.

You suspect that he was there the entire time, and you just didn’t notice due to the panicked focus you held on getting away from the blue-silver wolf. “Where do you think you're going, little red?” the new wolf speaks, affirming your fears; he was there for the entire exchange, witness to the moniker you’d been given and now using it for himself.

“Oh Changbin, you caught her,” you hear the previous wolf say from somewhere behind you, leaves and twigs snapping beneath his feet as he approaches your spot on the ground. “Course,” the dark wolf evidently named Changbin speaks, kneeling down to look directly in your teary eyes, “I’d never let such a sweet little thing get away from us.” 

He reaches to the side of your body, where your twine basket has fallen from your arms and spilled its contents, all the berries and leaves you gathered now decorating the dirt. “Hmm, most of these are herbal. What a sweet girl you are, gathering until late into the night! Your grandmother must be proud of you, hmm?” Changbin smiles, looking up to the previous wolf once he stands again, your basket in his hands, “Don’t you think so, Chan-hyung?” 

The blue-silver wolf that the dark wolf calls Chan hums in agreement, once again calling you a “sweet thing.” Chan offers you a hand to help you stand, and you hesitate, swallowing as your eyes dart nervously between them. Their eyes on you make you nervous beyond just the predator-prey relationship you share; they’re both so impossibly ethereal in the light of the moon, and it makes you wonder if all wolves are such divine creatures. 

Maybe that’s why the rest of the forest view them reverently; beautiful, powerful, utterly intimidating in all aspects– they offer no choice from a rabbit such as yourself but submission simply from presence alone. “What’s your name, little red?” is Chan’s next question, and again, you find yourself unable to lie; against your own sense of self-preservation, you tell him your name.

He hums, repeating your name as if testing the way it falls from his tongue before diverting back to his nickname for you. “Let’s make a deal, little red,” the wolf says, still holding out his hand, waiting for you to take it. You finally do so cautiously, letting Chan help you to your feet, your legs still trembling but not yet buckling in the face of fear.

“W-What kind of deal?” you ask hesitantly, looking between the two wolves who smile and lick their lips, tongues ghosting over their fangs as they do. Beautiful, powerful, intimidating, your mind repeats.

“We want to play with you,” Chan says smoothly, the answer coming natural to him, “play with us for a little while, and then we’ll take you home. We promise.” You look at the other, younger wolf who nods, backing the sentiment of his superior.

Here you are, confronted in the deepest reaches of the forest by two wolves, and instead of devouring you they just want to “play”..? What does playing entail with them? You’re not sure how much you truly want to know, but the promise of home dangling in front of you makes you consider their offer despite how foolish it may be.

“You’re not.. tricking me, are you?” you ask, voice small, full of naivety and hope. “Of course not, sweetheart, we would never,” Changbin affirms, even going so far as to pick up the spilled contents of your basket and nestle them carefully back inside– a promise that by the time you’re done “playing”, you’ll be reunited with your sickly grandmother and able to care for her again.

“You just smell so sweet,” Chan says, his clawed fingers once again tracing over your cheek, “and we’ve always wanted to play with a sweet little bunny like you.” You nervously exhale the breath you unconsciously held when his hand traced your skin, searching his eyes for any sort of deceit.

If you’re being honest, you’re not entirely confident in your ability to tell if the wolves are lying to you– they’re masters of manipulation, after all; lying is second nature to them. Still, you want to trust them– trust that after you play with them for a little while, they’ll keep their promise of taking you home with your basket in your arms and everything you need to get through the winter.

“If you really promise, then.. I’ll play with you,” you answer, and the wolves both smile eagerly, with the elder wolf taking you in his arms, swiftly lifting you up off your feet. You squeak in surprise, instinctively clutching tightly to his fur coat, scared of being dropped. 

“Let’s go have some fun then,” Chan grins at you, making sure his hold on you is secure before he starts to move, “but not here. The floor here’s too dirty for you, isn’t it?” It’s a rhetorical question in which he expects no answer; instead he starts winding through the trees quickly, a destination clearly in mind.

You vaguely see the other wolf trailing behind before you squeeze your eyes shut, the blur of trees and wind whipping through your hair and past your ears making you dizzy as you’re carried further and further into the forest, likely towards its center. It takes you a few moments to open your eyes once you’ve realized you’re no longer moving at high speeds; Chan, who still has you in his arms, is now walking at a leisurely place through what you assume is his den.

The smell of other wolves is distinct but distant– evidently, the three of you are the only ones home for the night. It makes you breathe a small sigh of relief to know the rest of his pack is absent, attending to their own matters. It makes you feel safer, somehow; as if you’re not literally inside a wolf's den, at the mercy of whatever it is the two before you want with you. 

Eventually you are carried into a bedroom– one that smells more of Chan than the other wolf, which leads you to believe this is his room specifically. Changbin doesn’t seem to mind that the “playing” will take place here, a smile still clear on his face as he shuts the door behind himself, locking the door behind him as Chan sets you on his rather large bed. 

Your ears lie flat against your head, your nerves eating away at you as you fiddle with your hands. You watch them both carefully, taking note of where Changbin sets down your basket before he meets you and Chan at the bed.

The two of them standing over you makes you feel impossibly small, affirms how much better they are than you in every evolutionary aspect; speed, strength, size– they have it all. And you, one measly little rabbit with no significant qualities in comparison to them, who has no choice but to put her life in their hands if she wants to survive. How unfair. 

“Tell me, little red,” Chan starts as he sits next to you on his bed, one large hand enough to cup your entire face and direct your complete attention towards him, “are bunnies as slutty as they say?” Your eyes widen as you gulp in shock, having not expected such a forward, explicit question.

“Yeah, I’m curious,” Changbin follows up, sitting firmly on your other side, caging you in between the both of them, “they don’t say ‘fucking like rabbits’ for no reason, right? So what are you? A slut?” 

“I-I’m not!” you sputter out; it’s true that rabbits have a reputation for promiscuity but you live a rather sheltered life with your grandmother– you hardly even know other rabbits your age, much less male rabbits. That being said, you have been a little.. intense during your heats– but you rode those out with toys, not with the help of men.

And you don’t think there’s any shame in promiscuity, but that’s simply not the life you lead; you live modestly, simply taking care of your grandmother to the best of your ability. You barely even have time to masturbate these days– fucking is entirely out of the realm of possibility, as busy as you are. 

“But you’ve taken cock before?” Changbin asks from behind you rather shamelessly, and Chan looks at you expectantly, waiting for your answer with a cocked brow. “W-Well, yes, but–” you start and Chan is smiling again, another happy hum leaving his lips. ..Does your virginity status really matter here..?

Your eyes widen again when the reality of what you’ve agreed to clicks, and Chan chuckles at your delayed reaction. “You’re not very smart, are you, bunny? But that’s okay– you don’t need to be smart to have fun, isn’t that right?”

Changbin is the next to speak, his hot breath coming out against one of your lopped ears, his hands tracing your hips, “Mhm, sweet, dumb bunnies are cute, don’t you think? I bet they have lots of fun,”

It’s vaguely condescending, how they speak of you– sweet and dumb, as if your intelligence pales next to theirs, as if you are an object designed for their pleasure and no other. And somehow, it adds to the tremble in your legs, your breath hitching when Chan squeezes your cheeks between his fingers and thumb, forcing your mouth to open. 

You overtly whine, the wolf’s obscenely long tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring with another eager hum, his fangs catching on your lip with each kiss. As he kisses you, his fingers tug at the knot of your caped hood, leaving the task of discarding it to the other wolf once the knot is undone.

Goosebumps once again rise on your skin, with Changbin kissing and licking your neck after your cape has been tossed aside, deeply inhaling your scent as Chan continues to abuse your lips with his tongue and teeth. “Chan-hyung wasn’t kidding when he said you smell so sweet,” he whispers against your skin as he continues to trail his kisses down towards your shoulder, “it’s intoxicating.”

It’s shameless and almost embarrassing, the way arousal pools in your underwear despite all preconceived notions of how a rabbit should behave in the face of a predatory animal; but the more they kiss and lick, the more fear ebbs away, and becomes replaced by pleasure and yearning.

It’s been so long since you last felt the touch of someone else, having been stricken to solitary heats since becoming your grandmother’s carer. It almost humiliates you to admit how good their touch feels on your burning skin. 

They can quite literally feel your body release its tension, Changbin’s strong arms being the ones to hold you up as you melt into their touch, and the smell of your leaking arousal obviously doesn’t go undetected by either of their noses. Chan pulls away from your lips, a smirk visible on his features when you open your eyes to look at him. “What a dirty girl you are, excited already,” he says, another whine escaping you not only from his words, but from the feeling of Changbin’s teeth grazing your neck.

Chan, who could quite easily rip your dress from your body, instead opts to tug the fabric away much more carefully than you’d have anticipated– perhaps they really mean to return you home after this? Changbin, whose torso was substantially more covered than his elder’s, removes his top, leaving you to feel his bare, muscular chest against your now exposed back.

He wastes no time in latching back to your neck, licking, sucking, teeth grazing the skin, but not biting down– whether to spare you the shame of returning home with the clear mark of a predator, or because he doesn’t have permission from lead of the pack however, is unclear.

Your breasts, which you’ve always considered quite full despite your diminutive frame, easily fit within Chan’s large palms. Their ability to not only make you feel, but look small leaves you dizzy. You should be afraid of how they eclipse your frame with their size, but instead you find it exciting, your brain unraveling everything you’ve been taught about self-preservation in favor of experiencing utmost pleasure from two hulking wolves. 

Shame, it seems, has entirely left you, as slick leaks from you easily, drenching your underwear with each touch from their rough hands. Chan’s fingers play with your sensitive nipples, pulling and tugging until you’re writhing against Changbin’s body, who has his own hands tracing your hips and thighs, pressing lingering kisses to any patch of skin he can reach.

Chan lowers himself to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it as his hand continues to play with the other. Meanwhile, Changbin’s hand slinks around, brushing over your stomach before his hand dips between your legs, rubbing your heat over your soaked underwear. 

“Fuck, this messy for us already? You have to feel her, hyung, touch her pussy,” Changbin speaking such filthy words right next to your ear makes you shudder, a whimper leaving from deep in your throat when Chan obliges, his hand quick to replace the younger wolf’s.

Instead of touching you over your clothes however, he opts to completely tear them from your body, in stark contrast to how he treated your dress– you suppose the underwear is less important to remain intact, or maybe he just can’t help it after having gotten this far? 

“Oh, look at that Binnie, you’re right,” Chan grins as his fingers rub along your folds, spreading the slick around to create even more of a mess between your legs, “You’re such a dirty bunny underneath, hmm?”

Your face burns red, another whine escaping as shame finally returns to you, your hands reaching to cover your face. The pair of them coo, finding the display cute, whilst simultaneously making their cocks throb– what a treat, to have found a bunny that is both incredibly sweet and effortlessly sexy all at once. 

Chan pushes Changbin’s hands away from your body, and quickly turns you around. Your back is now against Chan, and he hooks your legs over his knees, spreading you open for the younger wolf to see. “Let’s give Binnie a look at your dripping pussy, don’t you think he deserves it after being so sweet to you?” More slick dribbles its way out of you, soaking the mattress beneath, a treat for Changbin’s eager eyes. 

Peeking between your fingers, you see his dark tail swishing behind him in delight, very clearly excited by the sight he’s met with. “Can I taste her, hyung? I want to so bad,” he asks, licking his lips, his eager, sparkling eyes not leaving you for even a second. “Mm, what do you think, little red? Should we let him have a taste?” Chan asks, and though you can’t see him anymore, you can practically hear the smile in his voice– playful and fun. 

You nod quickly, though Chan doesn’t seem content with that response– he tsks, once again grabbing your face and making you twist your neck to look at him. “You gotta use your words, sweetheart, you understand?” You start to simply nod again, but then quickly follow up with a small “yes”, to which the wolf smiles. He diverts your gaze back to Changbin, forcing you to hold the darker wolf’s gaze. “Good bunny, go ahead and tell him, then. Tell him you want him to eat you.” 

He can feel your face burn beneath his fingers, and though you can’t see it you’re sure there’s a smug smile gracing his perfect face as he waits for you to properly address Changbin. “I-I.. I want you to eat me, please,” you force yourself to mumble out, not missing the way Changbin’s cock throbs in his torn shorts. With one last lick of his lips, he’s diving between your thighs, looking up at you with a grin, “I’ll devour you, sweetheart.” 

You gasp when his tongue licks between your folds, a loud moan unintentionally falling from your lips as he eagerly laps away at you. You can’t help but squirm in Chan’s hold, his legs continuing to hold yours open and preventing them from closing around Changbin’s head.

Changbin moans as he licks and sucks on your clit, as if the act is more pleasurable for him than you; and eventually he alternates between giving his undivided attention to your clit, to sliding his tongue as deep into your hole as it’ll go, letting his nose bump your clit instead. 

Chan’s erection digs into your back, sometimes groaning when your squirming and twitching causes friction; but he’s not content to just sit behind you and watch– he wants to add to the fun. So his hands come up to the soft base of your ears, expecting it to be as erogenous of a zone for you as it is for them– and by your reaction, he can tell it is.

Your head falls back against him, and he can just catch a glimpse of your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, mouth hanging open as more moans and desperate whimpers leave you. “You getting close, sweet bunny? You wanna cum?” Chan asks, grinning when you once again quickly nod your head, a near endless stream of whimpery moans leaving you as your high approaches.

“Answer properly,” he reminds you, though his tone isn’t as strict as before– it’s almost playful, amused; he’s having fun. “W-Wanna cum, please, please let– hah– please let me cum,” you beg between harsh breaths, your entire body feeling like a wire on the verge of snapping.

“You heard her Bin, make her cum,” you hear Chan say as he becomes harsher with your ears, his calloused fingers now rubbing in rough circles. Your entire body jolts and convulses as the wire finally snaps, cry after cry of white pleasure spilling from your lips as you release on Changbin’s waiting tongue. He hums as he licks up all you offer him, not separating himself from his spot between your legs until he’s sure he’s got it all and you’re shuddering from the overstimulation. 

Changbin takes your face in his hands, pulling you just slightly away from Chan as he drags you into a kiss, his tongue shoving its way into your mouth. Your taste is all over his tongue, his mouth stealing away all the breath you’ve just barely managed to breathe into your lungs after the intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes are hazy when he pulls away, fogged over by lust and needs for the wolves you are sandwiched between. 

You just barely register Changbin looking past you to Chan, as if asking what to do next; though the exchange is silent, it seems like Changbin knows exactly where to go from here after receiving a certain look– have they done this before, you wonder?

Changbin scoots back just a bit before grabbing your legs, unhooking them from Chan’s knees before he’s pulling you down, closer to him. You gasp, your head falling straight onto Chan’s lap– well, more accurately to one of his thighs, before he’s closing his legs to act as a pillow for you. 

His cock, though still obscured by the fabric of his shorts, is right next to your face and impressive in its size, just as Changbin’s is. The two of them, in almost practiced unison, pull down their shorts, though the task is harder for Chan, who has your head resting on his lap. He still manages well enough, and you’re met with the sight of his hard, leaking cock right in front of your eyes, almost close enough to touch your cheek. 

You look up at Chan, who looks down to meet your gaze with a grin. “Hope you’re ready, bunny,” is all the warning you get before you’re flipped around to your front, another squeak of surprise as you’re manhandled to your knees, bent to where Changbin wants you, with your face still squarely in Chan’s lap.

One of Chan’s hands holds his cock at the base while the other reaches under your chin, lifting your face up to look directly at him. “Show me what you can do while you’re taking cock,” he instructs, your body trembling as you feel Changbin’s cock rub between your folds, slicking himself up. 

You whine when his cock presses against your hole, Changbin’s hands holding your hips up while Chan’s guide you to take his leaking cock into your mouth. You never imagined you’d be in a scenario where you’re taking in the cocks of two wolves at once, but you welcome the challenge.

Changbin enters you first, the stretch the most intense you’ve ever taken– you can’t help but gasp, the sting pricking up every inch of your body. Chan, thankfully, doesn’t force you to take him entirely into your mouth in this state– he lets you instead kiss and lick the tip, recognizing your need to adjust to a size you’re entirely unused to taking. 

They both praise you, though Changbin’s voice is significantly more strained and breathy as he continues his slow push inside your tight heat. Your nails dig into Chan’s thighs for support, and he doesn’t scold you for taking pauses in giving him attention, instead just watching as you squeeze your eyes shut and do your best to control your heavy breathing.

“Big stretch, isn’t it bun?” Chan ends up asking, which causes you to nod with teary eyes. “‘s so big,” you exhale, and Changbin whines from behind you– you wonder if he likes hearing how big he is? You can also hear the loud swishing of his tail, almost like a whip with how quick it snaps from side to side; it’s an undeniable truth that Changbin has been very, very excited to play with you the entire night.

Changbin hisses once he’s fully aside, while Chan takes this time to rub your back in a soothing gesture you wouldn’t typically expect from a wolf. You look up at him, eyes full of equal parts gratitude and lust, and he simply smiles, hunching his back down to meet your lips in a kiss. 

“Not fair, I wanna kiss her too–” Changbin protests from behind you and Chan scoffs when he pulls away from your lips. “Your dick is literally inside her Bin, shut the fuck up,” he says and to your surprise, you giggle– Changbin is kind of cute, isn’t he? At least, in a weird, wolfy sort of way.

“Are you laughing at me?” he asks, and you can almost hear the playful sort of pout in his voice. “S-Sorry, didn’t mean to,” you mumble, hoping you didn’t offend him. You take a cautious peek at him from over your shoulder, relieved to find that he’s actually smiling once he stops his dramatic pouting. Cute, you think again, but he doesn’t let you feel that way for long.

He pulls out to the tip and presses back inside in one, swift motion, causing a moan to erupt from you as your nails once again dig into Chan’s skin. “Won’t be laughing by the time I’m done with you, bunny,” Changbin says as he repeats the motion, and it takes everything in you to not utterly collapse onto Chan’s lap. 

He hits your spot every time, and you swear you can feel it all the way in your stomach– but Chan doesn’t let you stay idle in your pleasure for very long. “C’mon, sweet bunny, you know what to do,” he says, his hand under your chin directing you back to his own neglected length.

Unable to control yourself much after Changbin starts picking up his pace, you simply open your mouth and stick out your tongue, allowing Chan to enter your mouth however much he wishes to, completely handing your control to him. Changbin’s thrusts cause you to take more of Chan into your mouth than you’d initially take all at once, and it causes Chan to curse, his cock hitting the back of your throat within seconds of entering your mouth.

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to well with tears, and then for those tears to cascade down your cheeks, trying your best not to choke and gag as Changbin, voluntarily or otherwise, forces you to take more and more of Chan’s cock down your throat. You can hardly even breathe between the pleasure of Changbin drilling you from behind and Chan’s cock obstructing your primary airway, but it makes you dizzy in the best way possible.

You feel floaty, every cell in your body knowing nothing but intense pleasure. Chan strokes your head, sometimes petting your ears for that extra burst of pleasure that makes you clench tighter and causes Changbin to curse from behind you each and every time. 

Changbin, who is observing the way his cock looks sliding in and out of your tiny hole, gets a flash of inspiration when he looks at your cute, fluffy cottontail. Experimentally, he takes it into his hands, rubbing your tail between his fingers, and you keen, a shiver traveling throughout your entire body.

“Oh, you like that?” he asks, a bit smug as he continues to rub and gently tug at your tail, a loud whine escaping you that is muffled only by the cock lodged in your mouth. Chan can see your eyes rolling back, and decides to double the pleasure, not letting his hands leave your ears for even a second.

Your noises tumble freely now, quick and constant, rising in volume despite how muffled they are. It’s overwhelming being played with like this, but it feels so fucking good you’d never think to complain– you may become addicted to this sensation when it’s all said and done.

You’re so wet and warm, and now squeezing impossibly tight– Changbin isn’t going to last, and you can feel him throbbing and twitching as his pace begins to stutter. “Shit- fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” he whines, letting go of your hip with his other hand to reach under you and find your clit with his fingers. “Cum with me, pretty bunny, c’mon, I know you’re close too,” he says, quickly rubbing your clit between two of his fingers. 

Chan guides your head off of him, letting you suck in the breath you desperately need before he’s lifting you up just enough to meet his lips, capturing your moans with his mouth. You cum again with a succession of loud whimpers, your hands squeezing at Chan’s body desperately. “Oh my god, yes, ‘m cumming, c-cumming–” Changbin gasps, his cum shooting inside you in quick spurts, his bottom lip tucked between his sharp teeth as he groans. 

Chan lets you fall back to his lap, breathless and almost entirely spent, with Changbin breathing heavily behind you. He pulls out when he finally starts to soften, and you glance behind you the best you can to see him pouting at his elder again.

“You did that to make me jealous!” he accuses Chan in reference to kissing you, and the other wolf simply shrugs with a smirk. “I can kiss you too, Binnie,” you mumble, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. 

He whines again, and you realize it’s the first time you’re actually using one of their names. “You should’ve said my name while cumming, bunny,” he grunts as he scoops you up, pulling you back to his chest. “I don’t think she could’ve–” Chan starts to interject, laughing when Changbin glares at him, capturing your lips in a possessive kiss. 

They’re not actually fighting over you, but you find the dynamic fun– maybe that’s why they like to share; and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this desired before. Changbin’s tail is swishing again as he kisses you, and you giggle when you hear it– he’s like a puppy, you think; eager, and easily excitable, with a hint of jealousy that makes him fun to tease.

When he pulls away, he looks at Chan and then back at you, “Can you handle one more, sweetheart? Channie-hyung still needs a turn with you.” 

“I can take it, I’m a good bunny,” you affirm and they both grin, Chan reaching out to you and pulling you away from Changbin’s arms, into his own. “Such a good girl,” he hums as he lays you down on the mattress, taking his place between your legs while Changbin lays down next to you, rubbing his hand over your soft tummy.

Changbin’s cum is leaking steadily out of you, but Chan doesn’t seem to mind the mess it’s making on his mattress– you've made your own mess of his bed too, after all. He instead uses his fingers to gather up what has leaked and spread it over his own length, using it as lubrication for his own push inside of you.

Changbin presses kisses to your heated cheeks, licking away the tears that fall as Chan starts to push his cock inside you. Chan, who has been entirely composed up to this point, finally breaks just a bit– enough for his breath to start coming out harsher as you feel him twitch and throb inside you. 

His tail doesn’t swish as fast and erratically as Changbin’s but it is nonetheless moving happily side to side, a clear indicator that you’re actually affecting him, and he’s not all confidence and smug charisma. “Can I play with you while Channie-hyung fucks you, bunny?” Changbin asks, his hand creeping up to your chest, smiling when you quickly nod at him. 

Chan should scold you for not answering properly, but he’s focusing on his own pleasure now– taking your legs into his hands and holding them open while he fucks in and out of you. Changbin plays with your nipples, his hand taking turns between them while the other is used to keep himself propped up to watch.

“You’re making him feel good, can you tell?” he asks, and you look at Chan, who has sweat trailing down his brow and his plump bottom lip sucked between his teeth, face scrunched in pleasure. It makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you turn back to Changbin, a small pout on your lips.

“I-I wish I–” a deep breathy moan interrupts your dialogue as Chan hits your spot, but you continue, “I wish I could’ve s-seen you too.” You bet he looked absolutely divine, just as Chan does. Changbin groans, your sentiment evidently having an affect on him. 

“God, you’re the fucking sweetest, bunny,” he tells you, leaning forward to kiss you some more, his tongue once again shoving it’s way into your mouth. You tangle your fingers in Changbin’s curly hair as he kisses you, and he whines when you unintentionally tug during a particularly harsh thrust from Chan. 

Changbin simply watches your face in awe for a moment when you pull away to breathe and let yourself fall back against the mattress, finding you incredibly cute, beautiful even, even with your hair a mess and drenched in sweat. “B-Binnie, Channie, think ‘m gonna cum again–” you whine, eyes rolling back once more when it causes Chan’s thrusts to become harsher.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again, slutty bunny?” Changbin smiles, egging you on with his voice. You nod quickly, pleas starting to fall from your lips effortlessly, “I-I can, right? Been a good girl, a good bunny? Good bunnies can cum?”

They both smile, endless encouragement leaving them such as “yes pretty, go ahead and cum for us,” and “good bunny, good girl, cum sweetheat.” Changbin pulls you back to his lips as you cum, wanting to kiss you as you cum since he missed the chance earlier, and he eagerly swallows your noises, his fingers finding your clit once more to drag out your orgasm. 

Chan as well starts to become louder, his grunts becoming more successive with each thrust, not losing speed even as his hips start to lose their rhythm. He grabs your face and tears you away from Changbin, kissing you in a display that is either meant to make Changbin jealous again, or is simply for his own pleasure.

Or maybe it serves both purposes at once, because as Changbin whines in protest, you can feel Chan smirk against your lips before he’s losing himself again. His groans are muffled against you as his hips stutter once, twice more before he’s spilling inside you, ropes and ropes of cum filling you to the brim. 

You reach out to Changbin’s hand, squeezing it in a gesture that is meant to stop his jealousy, and he smiles at you, calling you a “sweet little thing” once more, giving you a peck to your forehead. Your eyes close, not opening even as Chan softens and slips out of you, exhaustion having clearly seeped into every molecule of your body.

“Poor thing’s tired,” you vaguely hear Changbin say as he wipes the sweat off your brow. Chan responds, though it’s hard to make out what he says as you unconsciously slip into sleep, unable to prevent it with how heavy your entire body has become, rest quickly claiming you. 

The sound of birds loudly chirping wakes you, and you blink slowly awake, eyes straining as you realize you’re in the sunlight. You sit up quickly, looking down at yourself and then your surroundings; you’re out of the forest proper, in the clearing where your home sits quaintly in the middle. You're dressed back in your prior clothing and with your hood over your ears– barring the underwear you lost. 

You’d think last night was a dream if it wasn’t for the fact that you could feel yourself bare underneath your dress; so they really upheld their promise and brought you back home..? You see your basket, sitting neatly in arm’s reach, a small note resting atop the berries and leaves you gathered yesterday that simply reads, “Last night was fun, wasn’t it, little red? Come play with us again sometime,” with a cutely drawn heart at the end, signed ‘Binnie and Channie.’

[whimsimille]

Our Bond Reaper

Minsung x Fem!Reader

Soulmate AU

Words: ~10000

contains mentions of 18+ content, sex, drug use, abuse of substances, nsfw undertone, established relationship (jisung x minho), oral (f and m receiving), piv, mxm, threesome, overstimulation, handjob, dry humping,

a/n: should i continue?

Chapter 2: The Ritual

"Are you... Are you really going to let this happen?" Minho's voice trembled as his feet traced obsessive circles across the empty flower shop parking lot. His fingers, restless like butterflies trapped in a jar, found an old receipt at the bottom of his pocket and began folding it obsessively into increasingly smaller triangles, scratching the thermal paper until it was almost torn.

Looking down, the asphalt was still wet from the morning rain, reflecting the streetlights that would soon turn on, creating small rainbows in the dirty puddles that smelt of oil and urban loneliness.

"Of course I will. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that?" Minho let out a hysterical laugh, his free hand grabbing and pulling at his dark hair. "Chan-hyung, for heaven's sake— It was a disaster when we both came out as soulmates! Remember the scandal? The headlines? The sasaengs trying to break into the dorm?" He stopped abruptly and spun on his heels to face Chan. "And now you're here dragging me to buy flowers for a ritual that could be completely fake? A ritual he didn't even tell me about?" His voice rose an octave. "Since when do you let Han Jisung get into your head like this? You of all people, hyung! Hell, you literally sacrificed everything so we could stay eight! Gave up everything!"

Chan sighed heavily, his fingers drumming against the car hood in a rhythm that Minho recognized as the chorus of "Haven."

"Minho-yah," he began, his voice hoarse from exhaustion and sleepless nights in the studio, "first: lower your voice; people live here." He nodded toward the buildings around them, where an elderly woman in a floral robe was watching them curiously from the third floor. "Second: your boyfriend is having increasingly worse nightmares. Felix told me he found him sleeping in the bathroom last night, curled up between the toilet and the sink, shaking and mumbling about wars and spirals. Third: even though you're here spewing all this in my face, you were the first to get ready and grab the car keys when I said we needed to talk about the possible 'third' person. Didn't even brush your hair properly," he gestured to the bird's nest that was Minho's hair. "If you really wanted to give up on this ritual, you would have gone home to confront Han about not telling you anything. But here you are, destroying a receipt in your pockets and pretending you're not dying of worry."

"I'm not—"

"Fourth," Chan continued, ignoring the interruption, "I don't care about JYP and his minions. They can come at me with their contracts and threats all they want. I did it once for you all, didn't I? Faced that packed room, signed my own artistic exile sentence." He laughed. "Why not a second time? Binnie and I are already used to meetings in empty cafes at three in the morning and stolen kisses in airport bathrooms."

Minho swallowed hard, his fingers finally tearing the abused receipt into tiny pieces that danced in the wind. "Channie, don't do this. Don't sacrifice yourself again. I already feel guilty enough about the first time."

Chan pushed himself off the car. The smell of old coffee and energy drinks finally enveloping the younger one like an ungiven hug.

"Guilty? Why the hell do you feel guilty? I made a choice. I always knew that one day I'd have to choose between being an idol or..." He vaguely gestured to his own chest, where Minho knew his soulmate mark—a complex pattern of sound waves that matched Changbin's musical notes mark—pulsed under the black t-shirt. "This."

"But you chose us. Chose to hide your relationship with Binnie so we could..."

"So you guys could be together? Yeah, I chose that. We chose that, him and I. Besides, being hidden is fucking great." The blonde's fingers found the pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes in his denim jacket pocket—he'd sworn he'd quit months ago but always came back in times of crisis, like a stubborn ex-lover who refuses to return the apartment keys.

The pack was crushed, probably from playing with it while listening for two hours to Han Jisung venting about Minho's rejection of trimarks and about how he had found a dusty book in the library that contained a ritual that could prove if he and Minho really had a third soul—preferably alive, because dealing with ghosts would be too much even for them.

"And I'd do it again. And again. And again." He took a cigarette from the pack but didn't light it, just twirled it between his fingers like an invisible baton. "Now there's someone out there suffering. Having nightmares, feeling phantom pains. And if I can prevent someone else from going through that..." He shrugged, finally bringing the cigarette to his lips and lighting it with a silver lighter that had the initials CB97 engraved on the side. "Well, fuck JYP Entertainment. Fuck all of them."

As the first puff of smoke rose in slow spirals against the night sky, it danced with the first snowflakes of winter. A flake caught in one of Chan's hairs, and Minho saw it melt instantly against the warmth of his skin.

"Besides," Chan continued, "it's about time I stop pretending I can control everything. That I can protect everyone." He laughed, the sound mixing with the cigarette smoke. "Look at me: trying to micromanage even my members' soulmates. Typical."

"Chan-hyung..." Minho stepped forward, his hands automatically reaching out to... for what? To hug? To hit? To beg? To tear that resigned smile from the face of the man who had sacrificed everything for them? He didn't know himself.

"No." Chan raised a hand, effectively freezing Minho in place. "Don't look at me like that. Just... let's go into this damn flower shop, buy the flowers for the ritual, and hope that this time..." He took a deep drag, smoke escaping through his nostrils, ashes staining his shirt. "That this time everything works out. And maybe... perhaps it's time for more people to be openly happy."

A car zoomed past on the wet street, its headlights creating elongated shadows that danced on the building walls. The elderly woman in the window had disappeared, probably bored with the drama unfolding in the parking lot, but her black cat still watched them with golden, judgmental eyes.

"Fine, but if this goes wrong..."

"If it goes wrong," Chan stubbed out the cigarette against his boot sole with more force than necessary, the smell of burnt rubber mixing with that of snow, "you can punch me. Right in the face. No consequences. Changbin will probably help you, actually. He's been complaining that I need a few slaps to put some sense into this thick head."

"Promise?" Minho raised his pinky.

"Scout's honour." Chan intertwined his finger with Minho's, raising the other three in a mocking salute.

"You were never a scout, hyung." Minho rolled his eyes but didn't let go of Chan's finger.

"Details, details..." Chan smiled, his dimples appearing like small craters in his pale cheeks—too pale, Minho noticed with concern, making a mental note to force him to take vitamin D. However, before he could say anything, Bangchan threw an arm over his shoulders, cold fingers finding the warm skin of the younger's neck. "Now let's go, before I change my mind and go back to the studio to sleep with my man's voice in the background. Binnie recorded three new tracks yesterday and..." He paused, the tips of his ears turning red as he bit his lower lip. "Well, you don't want to know the details."

"Oh God, definitely not." Minho pretended to shiver dramatically. "It's enough that I've caught you guys making out in the equipment closet like teenagers on their first date."

Chan laughed, the sound echoing in the empty parking lot. "It was just once!"

"Three times, hyung. I counted." Minho raised three fingers emphatically. "And the last time you were shirtless and Binnie had glitter on his neck. Glitter, hyung. I still find sparkles on my headphones when I go to record."

And so, under the first snow of winter and the lights of the flower shop sign—purple twinkle lights that tinted their skin with ethereal shadows like actors in a film noir—the two entered the shop. Like a portent, the bell above the door chimed.

"Fine." Minho wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, and his eyes scanned the shelves filled with flowers, each one more exotic than the last. He was fucking pissed, wanted to leave, but knew Chan wouldn't let him, so fuck it all. "I don't know anything about this ritual. When will it be, what will he do, how will it be, where will it be. What do we need? What if he blows up our apartment? Or worse, what if he summons a demon?"

Chan rolled his eyes, but his lips trembled with a contained smile. He took a crumpled notepad from his back jeans pocket and flipped through the pages until he found the list he was looking for. "According to Hannie, we need purple flowers—preferably lavender or iris—rose quartz crystals, and red candles. My God, there are items written in Latin here! Oh, and coarse salt. Lots of coarse salt. Like, enough to make your blood pressure rise just by looking at it."

"Sounds more like my grandmother's cleansing bath recipe mixed with a beginner cultist's shopping list." The smell of wet earth and fresh flowers was starting to make Minho dizzy, his head spinning as if he'd had too much soju. "And where will this happen? In a cemetery? Because if so, I should warn you that my gothic wardrobe is at the laundry."

"No, you dramatic donkey." Chan flicked Minho's forehead, who groaned theatrically. "At your place. Jisung has already prepared everything, including doing an energy cleansing with sage and removing that horrible One Piece poster you insist on keeping in the living room."

"What do you mean? And our children?" Minho's eyes widened. "Will they witness everything?"

"Felix went to help Jisung with the floor writings and took all four to his dormitory with Seungmin. Soonie was especially happy to sleep in the king-size bed. And before you ask, yes, they have enough food for a week."

"It's today?" Minho's voice cracked on the last syllable. How could his soulmate have planned all this with the other members, and he, the one involved, know nothing about it?

"My God, he really didn't tell you anything!" Chan scoffed as he ran his hands through his bleached hair, making some melted snowflakes drip onto the wooden floor. "Typical Han Jisung, planning a mystical ritual without telling his fucking boyfriend."

Like a shadow materialized from his darkest thoughts, a young attendant approached them with steps so silent they could make Soonie die of envy. Her name tag, attached to a cord decorated with small dried flowers and crystals, identified her as "Yeeun.". She had dirt stains on her moss-green painted nails, a silver ring with an amethyst, and smelled of wet earth, fertilizer, and something sweet that reminded of jasmine incense.

"Can I help you?" Her voice had a musical timbre, like wind chimes on a summer afternoon.

"No."

"Yes, ignore my friend, please. He's kind of pissed at life." Chan quickly intervened, nervously rolling up his denim jacket sleeve until it formed a small crumpled tube at his wrist. "We need lavender. Lots of lavender. And Iris too, if you have any. It's kind of urgent. Like, really urgent. Matter of life and death. Or at least of a relationship."

"For a soulmate ritual?" Yeeun asked casually, as if commenting on the weather or asking for the time. When both stared at her open-mouthed, she smiled and pulled aside the turtleneck of her wool sweater, revealing a crescent moon. "My girlfriend is a witch too. I recognise the signs." She smiled, revealing braces with purple elastics. "Come with me; we have a special bed for these occasions. Chaeyoung insisted we keep a separate stock. Said something about specific energies and moon phases."

As they followed Yeeun through the fragrant corridors of the shop, Minho poked Chan's ribs.

"See? Everyone has a witch soulmate except me. I have a music producer who's obsessed with wars and swords and will probably end up blowing up our apartment trying to do a love ritual or whatever. I can already see the headlines: 'Idol dies in mystical ritual gone wrong; neighbours report smell of lavender and regret.'"

"At least he doesn't try to convince you to record demos at four in the morning," Chan muttered, rubbing where Minho had poked him. "Binnie has this annoying habit of calling me in the middle of the night saying he had a musical epiphany. Last week he wanted me to record a rap about mushrooms and astral travels."

Minho's laughter echoed through the shop, startling a hummingbird that was lazily drinking from a vase of orchids. The tiny bird shot away in a blur of green and blue.

"And did you record it?"

Chan blushed to the roots. "Maybe? The melody was good, okay?"

"You guys are ridiculous," Minho declared, shaking his head. A rose petal fell on his shoulder, and he absently blew it away. "All of you. And I'm even more ridiculous for being here, about to spend my salary on flowers for a possibly fake ritual that my boyfriend found in some dusty book. If this goes wrong, I'll make you eat each of these flowers."

"Ah, but it's not just any book," Yeeun commented over her shoulder while bending down to pick up a particularly beautiful lavender vase. "If it's the same one my Chaeyoung uses, it's an ancient grimoire from a poor soul who was exiled and tried to burn the evidence when she was discovered. It's been passed from witch to witch for generations. The rituals there are legitimate, even if what you're reading isn't the original book. They're copies."

"Oh yeah, cool." Minho drummed his fingers against the nearest shelf. "Then answer me something, please. Do any of these rituals end with my butt where my head should be? A tiger's tooth in my armpit? Death?"

"For fuck's sake, Lee!"

Yeeun tucked a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "No, nothing so dramatic. The worst that can happen is a strong headache and maybe some strange visions. Like watching an 80s movie after taking cough syrup."

"Visions? What kind of visions? Because if I start seeing JYP naked, I swear I'll sue everyone."

"Shared memories, mainly." She looks at Chan's notepad that he placed open on a table and starts separating other listed branches. "Sometimes fragments of the past, other times glimpses of the future. Chaeyoung says it's like tuning an old radio—you get some stations clearly; others are just static."

Chan stopped playing with a hanging stone amulet. "And what about the... more permanent side effects?"

Yeeun raised an eyebrow, her astute eyes catching something in Chan's tense expression that Minho couldn't decipher.

"Ah," she said softly. "You're worried about burnt marks."

"Burnt marks?" Minho ran his tongue over his dry lips. "Is that possible? What about Psyche? Isn't that a betrayal to the goddess?"

"Technically yes, to all your questions." Yeeun sighed, shoulders dropping slightly. "Soulmate marks can be burnt, and the bond between the people involved will be broken without the approval of the three sisters of fate, but it's not that simple. The person who wishes to remove the mark would need to contact Psyche, offer her one of their future lives after this one, and only then would the bond be broken and the mark disappear. It's like trading your future for the present, you understand? If you don't complete all the steps, you die and lose the right to reincarnate. And believe me, death is the easiest part of this process. That's why it's illegal, both in our country and worldwide. However, there are rumours in the city that there exists... well, a peculiar person who survived the goddess of souls' wrath and is capable of burning the connection in severe cases. Some call it a gift, others a curse. Personally?" She shrugged, making the flowers in her arms sway. "I think it's more of a haunting than anything else."

"And what about the ritual we're planning to do? One of... reconnection." Chan asked.

"If you wish to perform the attunement ritual, you must understand that the person you're seeking might have ended the bond. There's no certain answer about what might happen in these situations. Some report only hearing buzzing in their ears, like television static; sometimes there's no burnt person at all, and they communicate naturally. Others..." She hesitated. "Others say they hear the burnt person's scream while the mark reforms and the connection is reconstructed. I believe these cases of reconnection are rare; maybe they happen when souls have a very strong connection and channel. But, well," she smiled, a sad and knowing smile, "I don't know much beyond that. Some things are better left in mystery, aren't they?"

"No, miss. I don't need any more mystery in this life. It's enough trying to understand how Han Jisung knows how to wield a sword without ever having practiced fencing in his life."

"In this life, you mean."

Minho swallowed hard, his fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the shelf until his knuckles turned white. The old wood groaned under his force. "What do you mean, this life?"

Yeeun began wrapping all the branches in different papers to facilitate identification. The sweet and herbaceous aroma intensified with each manipulation of the flowers. "Ancient souls carry memories. Abilities. Sometimes they're just fragments—like knowing exactly how to hold a teacup correctly without ever having learned etiquette or recognizing a song in a language you've never studied." Her eyes met Minho's through the branches. "Other times they're bigger things. Like knowing how to handle a sword."

Chan made a strangled sound, nearly dropping the crystal he was examining. "So you're saying that..."

"That your friend was probably a warrior in a past life? Yes." Yeeun tied everything with a purple ribbon. "And by the way you're looking at me, that explains some things, doesn't it?"

Minho ran his hand over his face. His temples were throbbing. "Great. Perfect. My boyfriend is the reincarnation of a medieval warrior. That explains why he insists on sleeping with that ridiculous sword under his mattress." He paused, frowning. "And it also explains why he cried watching all those documentaries about the Crusades."

"At least he doesn't collect shurikens," Chan muttered.

A melodious sound filled the shop—Yeeun was laughing.

"You really have no idea how special you all are, do you?" She began separating some iris stems, their petals such a deep purple they seemed to absorb light. "Ancient souls gravitate toward each other. It's like... imagine a masquerade ball where everyone is blindfolded. You can't see the faces, but you recognize people by the way they move, by the echo of their footsteps on the floor."

Once again, the hummingbird perched on a nearby orchid, its tiny wings glinting in sapphire and emerald hues. Its bright, bead-sized black eyes examined the environment before darting back to the glass ceiling of the greenhouse, leaving behind only the soft echo of its wings. Some things seemed to exist on a different plane of reality, like that iridescent little bird, transitioning between two worlds.

Exactly like Han Jisung when wielding a sword, his eyes focused on something only he could see, his back straight and chin slightly raised in a posture that screamed years of military training. Sometimes, on the quietest nights, Minho caught him murmuring orders in an ancient language while sleeping.

Exactly like Minho when dancing, his movements carrying an elegance that didn't match someone who grew up in the streets of a small town—it was something more refined, older. Something that made his hands unconsciously search for rings that no longer existed and his feet follow the steps of dances that no one else remembered.

Exactly like callused fingers from so much sewing and a gentle smile that warmed any environment. She who drew on any surface—on market walls, in beach sand, even on the tanned skin of the two men who always followed her like devoted shadows.

Damn! There was no third person; there was no woman between two men! Fuck, this was all Jisung's delusion! Why the hell was he imagining a third soul?

No. No, no, no. It was all nonsense. Schools taught—with colored graphics projected on holographic screens and all that scientific crap certified by the International Academy of Psychic Studies—that soulmates were rare. As rare as a diamond meteor falling in the middle of Times Square. And always, ALWAYS in pairs. It was basic: one plus one equals two. Like a pair of shoes, like the hemispheres of the brain, like fucking DNA with its two intertwined helices. Psyche, the goddess herself—that immortal creature who decided to play puzzle with mortals' souls—had split a single soul into two halves so they would find each other on Earth. Two. Not three. What kind of experimental mathematics was Jisung trying to shove into his head?

Cold sweat ran down his neck like ice snakes, dripping onto his shirt collar while his eyes fixed on a random point on the shelves in front—an amber bottle with what appeared to be salamander eyes floating in formaldehyde—without really seeing.

The chemical reaction that allowed telepathy—documented in thousands of brain scans, studied by crazy scientists in white coats—happened between TWO brains. Neurotransmitters: dopamine and serotonin intertwining in a perfect tango between two minds. The cases were so rare they needed to be registered with specific government agencies, each pair catalogued as if they were specimens of endangered butterflies.

Minho ran his hand through his already disheveled hair, pulling some strands hard enough to make his scalp protest. His fingers trembled slightly—not from fear, he mentally insisted, but from exhaustion. The air in the shop seemed denser now, as if Yeeun's words had materialized an invisible mist that made each breath a conscious effort.

"What if..." he began, his voice coming out hoarser than intended, "what if someone... hypothetically speaking... could hear more than one person? Like, more voices than they should?"

Chan turned so quickly he knocked over a bottle of essence, his agile hands catching it millimeters before it hit the floor. Yeeun, in turn, remained completely still, her hands frozen in the middle of tying a bouquet of lavender. The only movement in her face was the slow blinking of her eyes, like an owl contemplating its prey.

"More voices?" she repeated softly. "Like a... chorus?"

"Not exactly." Minho moved restlessly, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against his thigh. "More like... a conversation. Between three people. Sometimes they're just fragments; other times they're entire dialogues. And there's this feeling..." He gestured vaguely with his hands, searching for words to describe something he barely understood, "like there's an empty space. An unoccupied chair at a dinner table."

"There are stories, yes, about souls that were split not into two, but into three parts. Even four. They're rare. So rare that most scholars consider them urban legends or mystical delusions. But... some things are rare precisely because they're too powerful to be common."

Yeeun picked up Chan's notebook that was still open on the counter as she moved through the shop like a silent dance.

"If you want advice, in case the ritual is successful and you find a partner without bonds..." Her eyes met Minho's. "Know that the person will burn from within in the real world. Their body will writhe, scream, beg while the organism reconstitutes itself to receive the bond again and the mind dives into ancient memories."

"And how will we know if..."

"Try to find the frequency," Yeeun interrupted Chan, now separating small crystals that chimed like tiny bells in her hands. "The frequency in which their soul will be immersed, even if you can't see their face or hear their voice clearly, maintain contact. Don't let them get lost in their own memories."

Minho bit his lower lip until he tasted the metallic flavor of blood. "And if they get lost?"

Yeeun stopped her dance through the shop, turning to face him. The cobalt-blue crystal in her hands pulsed when she answered, "Then you dive in together. It's risky, but..." Her eyes, now with a supernatural glow.

Chan swallowed hard. "Is that... is that possible? To dive into someone else's memories?"

"Possible?" Yeeun laughed. "Darling, you already do it every night. The shared dreams aren't just dreams—they're memories leaking through the cracks between realities. The ritual will just... open the floodgates completely. All memories, all lives—everything will surface at once."

The hummingbird returned, its wings creating small whirlwinds in the incense-laden air before landing on Yeeun's shoulder. She stroked its iridescent feathers as she continued: "That's why you need to be prepared to anchor whoever is drowning in their own memories. When the memories start flowing, don't fight against them. Let them come like waves. They're just echoes of the past; they're no longer your reality."

"And if... if we discover something we don't want to know?"

Yeeun's smile was as enigmatic as a sphinx's. The hummingbird on her shoulder tilted its head, as if also waiting for her answer.

"Ah, but you already know, don't you? In the depths of your hearts, in the shadows of your nightmares—you already know. The ritual will merely bring to light what your souls have been trying to tell you for centuries."

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Everything ready. Finally.

Han collapsed onto the sofa, wincing as his muscles screamed in protest. A tiny respite from hours of moving furniture and scrawling elaborate symbols on the floorboards was the cool leather beneath him. His eyes swept across the room in a final inspection: twenty-three black wax candles formed a perfect circle, their wicks still pristine. Crystals of varying sizes glinted at each cardinal point—bloodstone north, amethyst south, clear quartz east, and smoky quartz west. Empty spaces gaped between them like missing teeth, waiting for the herbs and trinkets Chan had promised to bring.

Sweat was clinging to his shirt, and the strong scent of sandalwood incense was already dizziness-inducing, causing ripples to appear at the edges of his vision. He needed to take that damned iris bath that the grimoire had specified with such emphasis (three whole pages just about the ideal water temperature, for god's sake), but his limbs felt like concrete, and the damn flowers were still with Chan.

It didn't help that his mind was a whirlwind of worries: the four children he had to leave with Felix (Doongie particularly indignant about the temporary change, that little furry dictator), the exact position of the moon that was rapidly approaching the necessary apex, and especially... especially the expression he would see on Minho's face when he arrived.

He tried, for the tenth time in the last twenty minutes, to reach the older one through the mental channel they shared but found only that characteristic silence—like waves hitting against an invisible wall, the kind of blockade that Minho only erected when he was truly furious. Kind of silence that made his stomach twist into impossible knots to undo.

He couldn't blame Minho for being upset about the ritual, about the way Han had let Chan handle the revelation. However, Minho turned impossible, absolutely insufferable, every time Han so much as hinted at finding their third. The tension had exploded at the gym two weeks ago, and even their usual method of working things out in the bathtub afterward hadn't helped. Han had tried bringing it up again, carefully, on different days, but Minho would either block him mentally or physically walk away. And now the perfect moon phase was here, predicted for tonight, and what was Han supposed to do? Ignore the dreams that were becoming more vivid, more urgent? Pretend he didn't feel that empty space in their bond, that phantom limb sensation that made both of them reach for someone who wasn't there?

With a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, Jisung fished the phone from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly over the screen before opening the conversation with Chan.

han: hyung, where are you?? the moon's almost at the right point! did you manage to get min out of the dance room? did he agree to go to the flower shop? for the love of all that's holy, tell me he's not planning to kill me. or worse, ignore me forever.

wolf: breathe. just dropped him off at the dorm; he's heading to your place. and stop biting your nails, i can hear it from here.

han: ...alive? like, he's still breathing and everything?

wolf: well... he's SLIGHTLY pissed that you hid your plans and ritual readings. MODERATELY pissed that i took your side and promised to serve as anchor again if needed. CONSIDERABLY pissed about only now understanding this whole soulmate thing that no school bothered to explain properly. and EXTREMELY pissed about not being able to get this triad marks story out of his head.

han: ...so i'm more screwed than an ant at a rodeo.

wolf: not necessarily. i managed to calm him down a bit. i think deep down he wants to help, he's just scared. but han-ah, listen to me: when he gets there, SIT and TALK to him first. don't jump straight into the ritual. he's got his head full of conspiracy theories, needs to vent.

han: but the moon... it'll only be in the right position for like, 3 more hours??

wolf: the moon will be back in the right place next month. you three have waited so long, a few more weeks won't kill anyone. and for god's sake, don't try to solve everything with kissing and sex this time either.

han: hey! when did we...

wolf: last week at the boxing gym? month before last in the kitchen? that time in the elevator that traumatized poor seungmin? the new year's party? the broom closet incident? do you really want me to keep listing? i have a drive file just for this.

wolf: anyway. love you both, you stubborn idiots. good luck! and han? he'll understand. just... give it time.

Jisung stared at his phone until his eyes burnt, until the familiar metallic sound of the elevator cut through the silence, making his breath catch in his throat. The characteristic hum of the motor echoed through the empty corridor—one, two, three floors up. Each second stretched like old gum while his heart hammered against his ribs.

The soft beep of the electronic lock cut through the silence, and Han felt every muscle in his body tense in anticipation.

"Min?"

Through the dark reflection of the turned-off TV, he watched Minho slide into the apartment like night water—silent, fluid, dangerous. Snowflakes melted on his broad shoulders, staining the black shirt that outlined every tense muscle under the thin fabric. A bulky package of flowers and ritual supplies balanced in his arms like a reluctant offering, the crumpled kraft paper whispering secrets of iris and something more pungent, almost metallic.

"Don't even think about opening that mouth." Minho's voice came out controlled—but Han knew that cadence that carried promises of storms to come. While kneeling to untie his shoelaces, his movements were too precise, like a feline preparing to pounce.

"Love, if you'd just let me—"

"I said," Minho raised his eyes, and through the TV reflection, Han saw that particular gleam, like turbulent waves under moonlight, that made his knees weaken. He silently thanked that he was sitting. "That I don't want to hear a single word from your mouth."

"How do you expect to understand if you won't let me explain?" Han felt his own energy responding to Minho's, sparks of frustration igniting under his skin while his fingers dug into the leather of the sofa. "You're being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" Minho stood up, eyes meeting Han's through the dark reflection. The succulent pot on the small table trembled when he passed, but didn't fall—Minho never completely lost control; that was the worst part. "Then explain to me, Han Jisung, how it's not ridiculous to discover that my boyfriend spent weeks conspiring behind my back."

Han watched, hypnotised, as Minho hung his soaked coat on a random chair. Water drops dripped from the sleeve, forming a small puddle on the wooden floor.

"Min, I..." Han swallowed hard. "I know I should have told you before, but I was afraid you wouldn't understand. That you..."

"That I wouldn't understand?" Minho's laugh sounded like torn silk. "Ah, now you want me to understand? After days of planning all this insanity? After involving Chan-hyung and the others in this..." His fingers contracted in the air, as if searching for words they couldn't reach.

Desperate, Han extended his consciousness through the bond that united them, seeking that familiar connection—and almost screamed. It was like diving into an arctic ocean, waves of icy fury exploding behind his eyes. His temples throbbed in protest while Minho's anger leaked through his mental defenses like ink spilt in clear water, tinting his own thoughts dark blue and silver.

"You have no idea," Minho murmured, and there was something new in his voice now—a raw vulnerability that made Han's heart twist, "what it's like to discover that your soulmate, the person who should trust you above all else, was hiding something like this. Planning a ritual that could..." His voice failed, and for the first time Han saw beyond the stormy waves—saw the pure, crystalline fear that made Minho's hands tremble while he practically threw the flower package in his direction.

"Min, please." Han tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't cooperate. "If you'd just listen to me—"

"Listen to what exactly?" Minho ran his fingers across his face in an almost violent gesture, leaving pink trails where his nails met skin. "How you want to play with ancient forces we barely understand? How you want to risk everything we've built because of some dreams?"

Something inside Han's chest twisted painfully as a result of the behavior. His Minho, his safe harbor, who would normally envelop him in warmth and comfort as soon as he crossed that door. Who would bury his nose in his neck and breathe deeply as if Han were pure air after days of suffocating?

"They're not just dreams, and you know that very well!" Han stood up in a sudden movement, and the flower package slipped from his lap. Iris petals scattered across the floor like fallen stars, being crushed under his bare feet as he advanced. "They're memories, Min. Our memories. Why are you so afraid of discovering who we were? Of what we meant to each other in other lives?"

On any other day, any other argument, Minho would already be pushing Jisung against the sofa, his eager fingers leaving trails of fire on his skin, his body moving beautifully while mounting his lap and bouncing. He would beg with that hoarse voice for Han to fill him with his cum completely, to make him think only of jisungjisungjisung while he held him by the throat and buried himself deeper, until the nightmares that haunted them dissolved into pure pleasure.

But not today. Today, Minho backed away as if Jisung's touch burnt, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he headed to the kitchen.

Jisung hesitated for three heartbeats before following him.

The switch clicked under Minho's fingers, bathing the kitchen in fluorescent light that highlighted the dark circles under his eyes.

"There is no woman drowning in a frozen river. There is no us walking until our knees bled. There is no woman drawing symbols on our skin. There is no woman feeding the poor with blessed bread. There is no-"

"Wait." Jisung interrupted, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he watched Minho from the kitchen doorway. The older one moved like a caged predator, his eyes frantically scanning every drawer and cabinet. "Drawing on our skin? Feeding the poor? Love, I never... never dreamed of any of that. Just of her drowning. How can you know so much about her if it's all in my head?"

The sound of glass against glass echoed through the kitchen as Minho searched the cabinet under the sink. His hands trembled imperceptibly as he knocked over two empty bottles. "Where the hell did I put that bottle of Macallan? I'm sure that..."

"Min." Jisung took a step into the kitchen, maintaining the distance he knew Minho needed when he got like this. "What else are you hiding?"

"Ah." A sharp smile cut across Minho's face when his fingers finally found the neck of the bottle they had barely touched in months. He held it up against the light like a macabre trophy, the amber liquid dancing hypnotically. "Fifteen years. What a pathetic waste." His lips curved in disgust as he studied the label. "But necessary, isn't it?"

"Lee Minho."

"No." Minho poured a shot, and the crystal clinked against his teeth in a dissonant note as he downed it all at once. A single drop escaped, tracing a tortuous path down his neck. "Don't use that tone with me. Don't dare use that cheap therapist tone thinking you can fix what you don't even understand."

Jisung watched in silence as Minho poured another shot.

"Why won't your hands stop shaking?"

"Fuck off." Minho slammed the glass—not hard enough to break, of course, but enough to make the amber liquid dance.

Jisung moved. His fingers found Minho's nape, where the muscles formed a map of tension he knew by heart; he pressed there, right where the pain always accumulated after endless nights in the studio, feeling the tendons protest under his palm.

"Let me see your eyes." The words slipped against the damp skin of Minho's nape. "Please. Just... let me see what you're hiding."

When Minho remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the half-empty bottle as if it were a private oracle, Jisung slid his hand forward. His fingers spread across the older one's throat with a familiarity that crossed lifetimes—not a threat, but a collar. An anchor.

"Jisung! No!” Yet, Minho's body betrayed him as it always did, responding to Jisung's touch like a compass finding north. It took just a harsher squeeze and his head fell back in a silent surrender that hurt in its familiarity, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat where Jisung could feel his pulse running like a panicked animal. "Han-ah... I can't... I can't go through this. Not again."

"Breathe with me." Jisung pressed a little more, his fingers finding that specific point that made Minho melt—right where his jugular met his jaw. "Slowly. One-two-three, in. One-two-three, out."

"I..." Minho's fingers closed on Jisung's sweatpants like claws. The fabric protested. "Fuck. Shit. I can't... can't lose you both again. Not like this. Not this time."

Jisung's fingers froze against Minho's throat while his own heart stuttered in his chest. "Again?"

"There was this duty..." Minho's voice sounded distant. "It was... it was sacred, you know? Like..."

When Minho started to lose himself in old memories, Jisung tightened his grip on his throat. "Continue. I'm here."

"It was my responsibility." His shoulders—always so proudly straight—curved inward as if trying to protect himself from a blow Jisung couldn't see. "The people were my responsibility, but there was you... you and her in the temple gardens and..." A violent tremor shook his body. "I lost her that day. Not you, never you, but her..."

"It's okay." Jisung murmured against his nape, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there where sweat was starting to accumulate. "You were amazing. We don't need to do the ritual; we can leave this behind if it means our happiness."

"No!" Minho turned abruptly, and his elbows knocked over two glasses. The sound of it shattering against the floor echoed through the kitchen. "Han-ah, no. I... we need to do it. Now."

"Minho," Jisung held his face between his hands as if holding something too precious to name, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on his cheekbones where the skin was too cold. "You're not in any condition. There's another moon in a few days; we can wait and—"

"I need her now, Han Jisung." Minho's hands found his wrists.

"Shh... breathe."

"Now!" It was the first time Minho truly raised his voice, the word coming out like a contained sob. His knees gave way. He slid down the counter to the floor like a puppet with cut strings, dragging Jisung with him. "Please, please, please..."

"Minho, enough." Jisung knelt in front of him, ignoring the shards digging into his knees. "You're going to take a shower, and when you're calmer, we'll talk about—"

Suddenly, like a dam breaking, Jisung felt the older one finally release the mental connection that united them.

A flood of ancient memories hit him—fragments of past lives mixing like a maddened kaleidoscope. His vision darkened at the edges as images overlapped: Minho and him, pale skin against tanned skin, calm against destruction, duty against war. Candles lit in circles of salt, molten gold chains flowing down their wrists like liquid blood, screams echoing through ancient stone corridors. The smell of incense and death mingled on his tongue as Minho seemed to finally relax, Jisung's love flowing through the mental channel like warm honey, trying to calm the storm of memories.

The flame mark on his left side began to burn as if being branded again, and he could swear he felt the waves tattooed on Minho's abdomen rippling in response, their bodies recognizing each other across centuries.

"We need..." Minho took a deep breath. His fingers involuntarily contracted against the fabric of Jisung's shirt. "We need to take an iris bath first. If... if we're going to do this. Your subconscious is saying this."

Jisung didn't even question how Minho had access to his subconscious. His own thoughts seemed distant, as if observing everything through a veil of murky water.

All he knew now was that they needed to do the ritual. Today.

"Come." He murmured, his voice coming out strangely velvety, as if someone else was speaking through him. He lifted Minho with supernatural strength that made his own muscles protest.

The older one's body trembled against his as they crossed the hallway. The iris flowers lay scattered across the floor like small purple corpses, their broken stems leaving a trail of fragrant sap.

In the bathroom, Jisung undressed Minho with fingers that no longer felt like his own, his knuckles cracking with each undone button. Each movement was guided by muscle memory too old to belong to this life. The warm water fell over them like a ritual blessing, purple petals floating on the surface while steam rose in lazy spirals. Minho sobbed softly, words in ancient Sanskrit flowing from his lips.

"Han-ah..." Minho grabbed his wrist with enough force to leave crescent moon-shaped marks, his teeth chattering from cold despite the hot water.

But Jisung was already floating somewhere between lives, his body moving of its own accord while his consciousness observed through a veil.

"We need..." Minho tried to speak, his voice breaking. A drop of water ran down his tense jawline, hanging for a moment before falling. "The circle... the candles..."

Later, Han guided them back to the living room, now dressed in white robes that seemed to absorb and reflect the moonlight, fabric thin as a spider web against their still damp skin.

Minho's kiss came like an electric shock—their teeth accidentally clashing, the taste of metallic blood mixing with salt—and suddenly Jisung blinked, violently returning to consciousness. He found himself standing in the middle of the circle of candles, all lit by his own hands at some point. The antique silver lighter still burnt against his palm, metal too hot to be natural.

In silence, as if moved by invisible strings pulled by an ancient puppeteer, both let the white robes slide from their bodies, the fabric whispering secrets against their skin as it pooled at their feet.

Minho shuddered when his feet touched the circle of coarse salt, a strangled sound escaping his throat that reminded Jisung of a wounded animal. His fingers contracted involuntarily, joints cracking like dry twigs, as if responding to an invisible electric current.

"Lie down." The words escaped Jisung's lips, his voice unrecognizable even to himself. "Let the salt embrace you, hyung."

"Jisung-ah... What if... what if it goes wrong again? If she... if this time we lose everything? The energy feels different, wilder somehow."

"Look at me," Jisung commanded, his hand finding Minho's chin with surprising steadiness. "This time is different. We are different. We're stronger now, aren't we? Together."

"Together."

They lay face to face in the center of the circle, their bodies forming a perfect mirror image, like twin flames dancing in the darkness. The coarse salt scratched their bare skin, leaving tiny red marks that mapped across their flesh.

"Your heart," Minho whispered, his hand hovering over Jisung's chest. "It's beating so fast. Like hummingbird wings."

Jisung raised his hand, his fingers tracing the contours of Minho's face without actually touching him.

"Do you trust me?" Jisung asked, his breath ghosting over Minho's lips.

"Until the end of time itself."

Always.

"Psyche..." The ancient words began to flow from Jisung's lips like sacred water: "Mother of lost souls, guardian of eternal bonds, keeper of memories that time forgot..."

A violent tremor shook Minho's body, his spine arching off the ground like a drawn bow. His fingers dug into the salt, leaving deep furrows as his nails scraped against the wooden floor beneath. "J-Jisung... it's burning..."

"Shh..." Jisung continued the chant, his voice taking on impossible layers and textures, as if multiple versions of him were speaking at once—past, present, and future converging in a single moment. His hand found Minho's, intertwining their fingers despite the older's trembling.

The air around them began to vibrate with an ancient frequency that made their teeth ache. The candle flames flickered and danced, casting shadows that seemed to have lives of their own on the walls, twisting into shapes that shouldn't exist in this reality. The smell of ozone filled the environment, heavy like before a storm, mixed with something more ancient—the scent of incense and snow.

"Han-ah," Minho gasped, his free hand clutching at his abdomen where the mark of waves rippled beneath his skin. "I can feel her. She's... she's so close..."

Before darkness engulfed Jisung, he last saw Minho's eyes, which were no longer black but instead glowed with an unearthly blue that he recognized from other eras, lives, and rituals. Those eyes held universes of memories, lifetimes of love and loss.

And then, like a door being violently broken down by the fist of Psyque, their consciousness plunged into darkness, the echo of ancient temple bells reverberating in their bones, calling them home to a place they had never been in this life.

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"Prince Minho?"

Minho's head jerked up suddenly, skull connecting with something solid that sent reverberations through his bones. The impact made his teeth chatter, and for a heartbeat, he tasted metal on his tongue.

"My prince!" Water exploded across the marble floor in a cascade. Jiwoo’s silk hanbok, a shade of pale peach, darkened where the water soaked through. "I... I apologize profusely, you were... you seemed... I was just washing your hair, Your Grace." Her eyes darted between him and the door, body already half-turned toward the exit. The way she flinched at her own clumsiness spoke volumes about the bruises his father's temper had left on the palace staff.

King Youngho's legendary rages had sent more than one servant to the infirmary for smaller offenses than a spilled pitcher.

Minho pressed his palms against his eyes until starbursts exploded behind his eyelids. One moment he felt the porcelain of the royal tub beneath his fingers, the next he was somewhere else entirely – somewhere with lights that buzzed and walls made of something cold and grey. The sweet perfume of jasmine and moonflowers from his bath twisted into something sharp and artificial, bringing with it the memory of something called... ramyeon?

"What is happening to me?" His own hands looked wrong when he held them up before his face – too pale, too unblemished. These weren't the hands he remembered, were they? Where were the calluses from sword practice? The small scar on his right thumb from when he'd tried to save a kitchen cat from the rain?

"Your Grace," Jiwoo ventured, "shall I fetch the royal physician? Master Zhang mentioned you've been missing your sleeping draught these past three nights."

But Minho barely heard her. He saw himself galloping through burning villages, the reins cutting into his palms as his mount's hooves threw up sparks against the cobblestones. He felt the weight of ceremonial robes dragging at his shoulders as servants bowed in his wake. But there were other memories too, memories that couldn't possibly belong here – thousands of voices screaming his name in adoration rather than fear, while colored lights painted patterns across his skin.

"Your Highness?" Yerin, the head maid, stepped forward from where she'd been supervising Jiwoo. Her face creased with concern. "When was the last time you truly slept?.”

Minho opened his mouth to respond, but his tongue felt thick and clumsy, as if he'd been chewing on cotton. The words wouldn't come.

"Perhaps some chamomile tea?" Jiwoo suggested timidly, already backing toward the door. "Or I could ask Cook Min to prepare that honey milk that used to help when you were a child—"

A different kind of heat was building now, starting at his navel where his soulmate mark pulsed like a second heartbeat. The sensation spread through his veins and he knew, with bone-deep certainty, that someone was coming. His body recognized the presence before his mind did.

And, sure enough, the heavy oak door rattled in its frame, the sound echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

"Lee Minho!" The voice that bellowed through the wood made his mark flare even hotter. "If you're trying to drown yourself in there, I swear by every constellation in the winter sky—"

"Such impertinence!" Yerin clicked her tongue, but Minho caught the way her lips twitched upward, the same way they had when she'd caught them stealing moon peaches from the kitchen as children. "That Captain Han behaves more like a feral dog than a royal guard these days. Nothing like his father - now there was a proper soldier."

Another crash against the door made the hinges groan in protest, the sound of splintering wood making both maids jump. Through their bond, emotions that weren't his own flooded Minho's senses – worry, fear, anger. All of it tangled together until he couldn't tell which feelings belonged to whom.

"I mean it, Minho! Twenty seconds before this door becomes kindling! And don't think I won't – or have you forgotten about the time I scaled the north tower during that blizzard!"

Despite everything, Minho felt his lips curve into a smile.

"One... Two... Three..."

"Jiwoo-yah," Minho called softly, watching as the young maid knelt beside the tub, her knees carefully placed to avoid the puddle of spilled water. Her eyes stayed fixed on a point just past his shoulder, avoiding both his unclothed form and the bathwater as if they were equally dangerous.

Poor thing had only been working in the palace for three moons, and already bore the marks of his father's temper - a split in her lower lip from when she'd dropped a tray of tea cups last week. Youngho had backhanded her before Minho could intervene, ranting about the cost of imported porcelain while the girl bled onto the carpet.

He reached out, fingers brushing her cheek in what should have been nothing more than a reassuring gesture. But he saw how she shivered at his touch, pupils dilating slightly as a blush crept up her neck. Her reaction wasn't entirely from fear - he'd seen that look often enough to recognize desire when it flickered across someone's face. His beauty was a double-edged sword, a weapon he'd learned to wield long before he'd mastered the actual blade hanging above his bed.

"Could you open the door?" he asked gently, letting his hand fall away. "Before our dear Captain actually follows through on his threats? The last time he broke down a door, Father made him personally sand and refinish every door in the east wing."

"Of course, Your Highness," Jiwoo whispered, relief evident in her voice as she scrambled to her feet, nearly slipping on the wet marble. "Though perhaps... perhaps we should fetch you a robe first?"

"Please." Minho let his head fall back against the tub's rim, eyes sliding shut. "Something tells me I'm going to need it."

The door creaked open, and there stood Jisung, chest heaving as if he'd run the entire length of the palace. His training clothes were rumpled, the ceremonial sword at his waist. Sweat had plastered his black hair to his forehead, and there was a smudge of dirt across one cheekbone that made something in Minho's chest ache with fondness.

"You..." Jisung's dark eyes raked over Minho's form in the bath, the familiarity in that gaze making the maids avert their eyes with embarrassed coughs. His voice dropped to a growl that sent shivers down Minho's spine. "Missed the war council meeting."

Minho tilted his head back, letting a drop of water trace down the elegant column of his neck, past the fading bruises from the night before. Through their soul-bond, he sent vivid flashes of their midnight—Jisung emerging behind the wardrobe panels, desperate kisses muffled against palms and pillows, the way Jisung had pressed him against the cold stone wall, one hand tangled in Minho's silk robes while the other covered his mouth to silence his whimpers. Later, in this very bathtub, steam rising around them like a veil as they moved together, water splashing onto the floor with each of Minho’s thrust.

"Sweet merciful gods," Jisung swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides as if remembering the feel of Minho's skin. A flush crept up his neck, disappearing beneath his high collar. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

"Am I?”

Jisung's laugh was rough, almost pained. "I... might have contributed to your delay."

Their eyes met, and for a moment, they were children again—the young prince and the nursemaid's son, racing through palace corridors with muddy feet and flower-stained hands. Minho remembered how Jisung would help him escape his endless calligraphy lessons, hiding together in the eastern garden where ancient cherry trees provided perfect cover for two boys dreaming of adventures bigger than palace walls.

But those innocent days had ended at the Lantern Festival when they were sixteen and fourteen, respectively. Their soulmate marks had appeared simultaneously during the midnight ceremony—waves for Minho, eternally chasing Jisung's flames. The horror in Queen Luna’s eyes had been immediate and absolute. A prince could not be bound to a servant's son, she'd declared, and King Youngho must never know.

That very night, Jisung was sent to the military camps with his father. Lunaris had been different then—peaceful, prosperous, before Chrysalis's war machines darkened their horizons. Their only communication had been through coded letters hidden in supply shipments.

For five years, their only connection had been through letters, each one carefully encoded using the secret language they'd invented as children. Jisung would hide his messages in supply shipments—sometimes pressed between pages of military reports, other times wrapped around arrow shafts or sewn into the linings of uniform packages. "Today I saw a butterfly land on my sword and thought of your dancing..."

When Jisung returned at nineteen, the palace guards almost didn't recognize him. Gone was the boy who'd sneak extra mooncakes to the kitchen cats and help Minho practice his calligraphy. In his place stood a warrior whose eyes held shadows deeper than the ancient wells beneath the castle. His chest was a canvas—kill-marks inked by fellow soldiers around campfires, each one representing an enemy commander who'd fallen to his blade. Some were elaborate, like the serpent that wrapped around his ribs for the Chrysalis general he'd outmaneuvered in the Battle of Whispered Plains. Others were simple lines, quick scratches made in the aftermath of bloody skirmishes. But it was the smallest mark, right above his heart, that held the most weight—a delicate crescent moon, marking the night he'd had to grant his father mercy.

That first night of his return, while celebration horns blared in the great hall, Jisung had appeared like a ghost through the wardrobe's hidden panel. His mother had forbidden Minho from attending the warriors' welcome feast, claiming a prince shouldn't be seen celebrating with common soldiers. Yet, nothing could ever stop Han Jisung.

They'd stared at each other in silence, cataloging changes—the new scars on Jisung's knuckles, the way war had carved hollows beneath his cheekbones, how Minho’s shoulders had broadened and he no longer had that chubiness on his face.

When Jisung finally moved, it was with a predator's grace that made Minho's mouth go dry. No words were needed. Minho had simply hoisted himself onto his vanity table, scattering cosmetics and hair pins, and pulled Jisung between his thighs. They'd cum together, muffling their cries against each other's skin, five years of longing expressed in teeth and tongues and hands.

Now at twenty-seven and twenty-five, their love had grown roots deep enough to shake the foundations of the palace itself. Jisung's brilliance had earned him command of Lunaris's armies, while Minho's silver tongue had made him the crown's most valuable diplomat. Queen Luna no longer dared threaten her eldest son, too aware that Captain Han's loyalty belonged to Minho alone. The soldiers would follow Jisung into hell itself—he'd proven that at the Battle of Moonfall Pass, when he'd led a suicide charge to save a village of common folk that the nobility had written off as acceptable losses. He could have taken the throne a dozen times over, but Jisung's heart had always belonged to the people first. Even now, with Chrysalis's shadow lengthening across their borders, he focused on evacuating civilians rather than consolidating power.

Perhaps that's why the queen had softened, why she pretended not to notice Jisung's boots outside Minho's chambers at dawn.

"All of you," Minho waved his hand, "may leave. Han Jisung will help me with the rest of my bath."

The maids exchanged hesitant glances, before bowing and guiding out of the chamber.

"You're impossible today," Jisung muttered as soon as the door closed. "The entire council was waiting, including the ambassadors from the southern kingdom."

Minho observed his lover's movements with half-closed eyes, appreciating the way the muscles in his arms rippled under sun-bronzed skin. "And since when do you care about protocols, love?"

"Since there's a war knocking at our door with its drums of death," Jisung growled. "And a marriage—no, a sentence—that you insist on pretending doesn't exist, as if you could erase reality as easily as you extinguish the candles in your room every night." His dark eyes shone with a mixture of anger and fear that made the bond between them vibrate painfully.

"Don't you dare mention that wedding," Minho hissed. His fingers found one of the towels that Seulgi had left, the soft fabric absorbing the water as he wrapped himself in it. "Not today. By all the old and new gods, not today."

"Then when?" Jisung followed him into the main chamber, his training boots leaving damp tracks on the carpet imported from the west kingdom—that same kingdom now burning under Chrysalis's siege. "When their armies cross our borders with their machines? When their war towers spit fire? When they discover the ancient tunnels?"

Minho stopped in front of the ancient wooden wardrobe, his fingers tracing the dragon carvings that decorated the doors—first the head, then the wings with their delicate membranes, then the serpentine tail, in a pattern he had repeated since he was small enough to hide inside it during storms. That same wardrobe, which now hid the hidden passage Jisung used to sneak in each night.

"They found someone. For the ceremony attire."

This caught Minho's attention. His kingdom, Lunaris, cradle of lunar crystals and enchanted forges, had always been better known for its weapons than its textile arts. Every craftsman had become a manufacturer of weapons, every weaver a manufacturer of military uniforms, and every child a potential soldier as a result of the never-ending conflict with Chrysalis. Needles had been exchanged for swords long ago.

"Who?" Minho asked while donning the black silk tunic.

"One of the refugees from the royal kitchen. Y/N," Jisung replied, his boots scuffing against the ornate carpet as he took two hesitant steps toward Minho. "They say she crossed the Red Plains alone, in the dead of winter. The border guards..." He swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing. "Changbin and Chan were the ones who saved her. Gods, you should have seen how King Youngho bellowed at me in the throne room - I swear the crystal chandeliers shook. But those two kept insisting about how she was protecting a child, bleeding and snarling at the guards like a cornered wolf. I thought... well, anyone with that much fight left deserves a chance, even if I'd never laid eyes on her before."

"From the east?" Minho's fingers froze over the silver buttons.

The east kingdom—formerly known as the Garden of the World, Solaris—had fallen to Chrysalis three moons ago. Its famous hanging gardens, where Minho had once attended a summer festival as a child, had been transformed into training grounds. The fountains that once spouted holy water, blessed by priests in white robes, now leaked a dark, viscous liquid that made the earth scream and the flowers wither.

"The war isn't just coming, Minho," Jisung whispered, closing the distance between them. His calloused fingers found Minho's soulmate mark through the thin fabric of the tunic. "Chrysalis has already devoured the east. The south bent its knee during the last new moon. And the west..." He gestured toward the window, where the horizon had taken on an ominous red tinge. "The west burns bright as a funeral pyre since they refused to surrender the Twilight Crystals."

"And you actually believe," Minho spun around so violently that his tunic billowed like dark wings, sending a stack of papers flying from the nearby desk, "that marrying that viper in silk will prevent any of this? That fucking princess is rot wrapped in roses. I've seen how she looks at our people, like they're less than the mud on her slippers. Last week, she had a servant flogged for spilling wine on her dress - and you want me to exchange vows with that monster? To let her corrupt our sacred crystals, turning them into fuel for those abominations they call machines? To lie in her bed while you-"

"No," Jisung cut him off, his hand rising to cup Minho's face, thumb brushing away a tear Minho hadn't even realized had fallen. "But it will buy us time, my love. Time to strengthen our walls, to get our people behind safe borders, to hide the crystals. Time to find another way."

"To say goodbye?"

Jisung sighed. "Don't say it like it's final. You know I always find my way back to you."

A sad smile played on Minho's lips. "Like a stray cat that always returns home?"

"Like a soulmate who accepts no other destinies," Jisung corrected. "Come. The seamstress must be waiting, and I," he stepped away while heading to the desk near the window, "pilfered something from the meeting that might improve your mood."

Minho arched an eyebrow, watching Jisung retrieve a wax paper package from behind a stack of official documents. The seductive aroma of fresh bread and melted cheese made his stomach protest loudly, a cruel reminder that he had missed breakfast due to his... nocturnal activities.

"You stole food from the war council meeting?" Minho asked, a genuine smile finally illuminating his face. His fingers found Jisung's when he handed him the still-warm sandwich.

"Actually," Jisung began, adjusting the golden buckle of his military uniform, "I saved this poor sandwich from a terrible death by neglect. No one was really eating—too busy shouting at each other about fortifications and defense lines. General Kim almost spilled a wine jug on Counselor Park."

Minho took a bite of the sandwich, an involuntary moan escaping his lips when the melted cheese touched his tongue. "You are impossible, Han Jisung. Completely impossible."

"Says the prince who missed a crucial meeting because he was too busy taking a petal bath," Jisung teased, his hand finding the small of Minho's back as he guided him out of the room. "And before you say anything, yes, I saw the death glares Counselor Jung was throwing at the door every five minutes."

"He was always too dramatic," Minho muttered, cleaning a crumb from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Remember when he nearly fainted because he found Jeongin practicing archery with the guards?"

"Now let's go," Jisung chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the empty corridor like music, "before the poor seamstress thinks she's been abandoned. And Minho? No matter what happens, remember: some things are stronger than political agreements or wars. Our mark is proof of that."

They walked together through the palace's silent corridors, their steps echoing against the polished marble like a melancholic duet. The afternoon sun entered lazily through the high windows, creating golden patterns on the floor.

"Can you hear that?" Minho tilted his head, ears straining toward the distant echoes. The king's baritone voice boomed through, followed by the sharp crack of what could only be his ceremonial staff. "They're practically screaming in there. Haven't heard father this worked up since the summer solstice incident."

"Northern borders," Jisung murmured, absently adjusting the silver medallion at his throat. "Hyunjin sent a raven this morning. Spotted unusual movement near the Crystal Peaks. And your mother..." He trailed off, teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Well, she's been locked in the East Wing since dawn with that harpy you're supposed to call mother-in-law. Wedding preparations. Gods know the king gets... volatile when she's not around to temper his moods."

"Speaking of volatile temperaments," Minho said, his fingers working the wax paper with nervous energy, folding and unfolding until it resembled a tiny sphere. "Have you seen that little menace I call brother today? Jeongin's been suspiciously quiet - last time he went this silent, we found him teaching the kitchen boys how to shoot arrows from the bell tower." The paper ball danced between his fingers like a restless spirit.

"Actually," A half-smile played on his lips as Minho's tongue poked out in concentration, his nose scrunching in that way that made Jisung's heart stutter even after all these years. "Found him in the library earlier. Poor Seungmin had built a literal wall of books around him." He plucked the paper ball mid-arc, ignoring how Minho's eyes narrowed dangerously.

The paper made a satisfying thunk as it hit the bottom of the waste bin.

Minho's palm connected with Jisung's chest plate hard enough to make the metal ring. "I was playing with that, you insufferable, impossible, absolutely barbaric excuse for a captain!" He hissed, his royal composure slipping as his fingers itched for something else to fidget with. "Do you know how long it took me to get those creases just right?"

"If you'd let me finish," Jisung continued, rubbing his chest dramatically while dodging another swat. "your precious baby brother spent twenty minutes explaining to Seungmin, and I quote," he raised his pitch to match Jeongin's younger voice, "'these musty old scrolls are completely useless when the real merchants are right there in the marketplace, sharing actual secrets over wine and card games!'" His impression was so spot-on that a passing servant nearly dropped her tray of tea cups.

Their footsteps fell into sync as they walked, Jisung's sword belt occasionally brushing against Minho's thigh. His pinky finger found Minho's for just a heartbeat before dropping away. "That kid really never learned how princes are supposed to behave, did he?"

"Oh, that's rich coming from you," Minho’s finger jabbed into the space between Jisung's collar bones. "Or should I remind a certain captain about the time he convinced the crown prince to disguise himself as a common flower merchant? What was it you said - 'the summer festival is better experienced from ground level, your highness' - right before you nearly got us both arrested for-"

"By the seven hells, don't," Jisung's hand shot out, pressing against Minho's mouth. The prince's breath was warm against his palm, and for a heartbeat, neither moved. Jisung's eyes darted to the shadows in the corners, to the seemingly empty alcoves. When he spoke again, Minho barely heard. "These walls don't just have ears, love. They have eyes and mouths too." His hand fell away, leaving a phantom warmth on Minho's lips. "Which brings me to... her. The seamstress."

Minho's entire demeanor shifted, no longer pouting, shoulders tensing beneath the silk. "An eastern refugee appearing exactly when we need someone with her skills? The timing makes my skin crawl. What do your instincts tell you?"

Jisung's fingers drummed against his sword pommel. "Chan vetted her personally. Three separate investigations. But my mother always said the most dangerous spies were the ones who seemed to fit perfectly into place. Not all assassins carry blades in their boots" he quoted.

From the corner of his eye, Minho observed how Jisung tensed at mentioning his mother.

Through their bond, he felt Jisung's memories float—his mother singing while sewing uniforms for her son, teaching him to use a sword, telling stories about spies and heroes while preparing jasmine tea for the queen. And then, the distant echo of screams, flames consuming the village, his mother pushing children into a secret tunnel while facing a dozen Chrysalis soldiers alone.

Minho discreetly slid closer and his eyes swept the empty corridor before placing a soft kiss on Jisung's temple.

I'm here, my love. I'll always be.

Jisung breathed deeply and his lips curved into a small but genuine smile as he nodded his head.

I know, baby. I'll always know.

In silence, Jisung guided the way through the ornate corridors to the seamstress's room, their fingers occasionally brushing when they were sure no one was watching. His hands, calloused from years of wielding swords and climbing walls, could still make Minho's heart leap like a lovesick teenager. While being escorted, the prince fidgeted with the silver ring that was set on Jisung's ring finger in the shape of a crescent moon.

When they arrived, it was Han who opened the door, his body freezing instantly in the doorway as if struck by a paralysis spell. Minho noticed the immediate change—Jisung's broad shoulders tensed under his uniform, his breath caught, and his lips parted in silent surprise.

"Jisung?" Minho called, his own hand instinctively reaching for the dagger hidden in his boot. "What is it?"

Jisung didn't answer him.

Intrigued, Minho gently pushed him aside, only to perfectly understand his soulmate's reaction. The seamstress—Y/N—had her back to them, hanging various fabrics and drawings on an ornate folding screen. As though Aphrodite herself had sculpted each of her features, the afternoon light streaming in through the high windows cast a golden halo around her, and her precise movements and posture evoked Athena's wisdom.

When she turned, Minho felt his soulmate mark burn as if touched by live embers. Beside him, he heard Jisung stifle an exclamation. Y/N gazed at them with eyes that seemed to contain entire galaxies, deep and ancient as the universe itself. For a moment, the prince completely forgot how to breathe, his throat closing as if he had swallowed desert sand.

"Your Highness," she made a graceful curtsy, her melodious voice carrying a slight eastern accent that made something inside Minho vibrate in recognition. "Captain Han. I was expecting you."

[astran4you]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ lee felix x male reader

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ idol!bottom!felix x boyfriend!top!reader

** ༉‧₊˚✧↳ smut, oneshot

warnings: felix is shorter than reader, blowjob, cum swallowing, semi public sex, unprotected sex, brief mention of fingering, minimal aftercare, binchan mention, hyunjin interrupts them briefly, i probably missed a few things

M/n loved watching Felix perform, it was one of his favorite things to do. He was such an amazing dancer and of course that deep voice made M/n a little dizzy. Thank God he was allowed to hang out backstage as long as he wasn’t in the way because he would have killed to be able to watch Felix like this.

It was so funny the way Felix could look so badass and make the fans melt with one look on stage but M/n could make him fall apart with a brush of his fingers in private. A thought appeared in the back of his mind as the boys started finishing up their set. Damn why did those stylists always have to do such a good job when dressing his boyfriend, it was driving him a little nuts and there was nothing he could do about it. M/n zoned back in when he realized the group was coming offstage.

M/n waited patiently for Felix as all the other members walked backstage chatting together. The shorter blond came off last and he immediately jumped into M/n’s arms after handing his mic to a crew member. M/n wrapped his hands around his waist, squeezing tightly as he pressed kisses into Felix’s hair. It smelled like strawberries and M/n knew he must have used his favorite shampoo on purpose this morning.

“Hi love,” M/n whispered, tipping Felix’s face up by his chin to kiss him on the lips.

“Someone’s happy to see me huh?” Felix grinned mischievously as he let his fingers travel farther down M/n’s body, grazing over his half hard dick. The taller boy felt his cheeks warm and he looked away in embarrassment. Felix chuckled and pulled M/n closer by the belt loops on his jeans knowing that it turned him on. “We can go to my dressing room for a bit,” he whispered, watching how M/n shivered at his words.

Felix looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them. He caught Bangchan’s eye and he only waved a hand, knowing he’d be a hypocrite if he discouraged them since he and Changbin fucked in a supply closet at the last concert. M/n took his boyfriend’s hand and let him lead him to his secluded dressing room.

“How’d you get a room in this quiet corner?” M/n asked.

“I can be pretty persistent. Maybe I was hoping to get fucked after the concert today,” Felix smiled innocently.

M/n raised his eyebrows and slipped his hands into the back pockets of Felix’s pants. “Were you now?” he said more quietly. Felix nodded quickly, kissing M/n’s jaw to prove his point. M/n moved his hands and placed them under Felix’s ass, lifting him easily. His legs wrapped around M/n’s waist and they looked into each other’s eyes. Felix stroked M/n’s cheek, leaning down slightly to capture his lips in a kiss that would never fail to create butterflies in their stomachs.

The kiss deepened, M/n’s tongue exploring Felix’s mouth and one of his hands going up his shirt while the other kept Felix supported. His head tipped back and he let out a breathy moan as M/n sucked on the sensitive spot between his neck and shoulder.

M/n gently laid Felix down on the couch in the room, kissing down his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. Felix started to unbuckle his belt when he heard a knock. “Oh shit,” the blond whispered. “Get behind the door and don’t make a sound.”

“Fix your belt prince,” M/n said before moving out of view of the doorway. Felix fiddled with the thing around his waist and rushed to open the door.

“Hyunjin. Hi,” he said breathlessly.

“Minho said to tell you that you forgot to drop off your mic,” Hyunjin said, arms crossed against his chest.

Felix frowned and messed with the buttons on his shirt. “But I did. I handed it to Eunho.”

“Ugh, okay. He must have not told Jiwoo. I’ll let them know,” he mumbled while tying his hair back from his face. He started walking away and Felix breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, and be safe you two!” he yelled from farther down the hallway.

Felix rolled his eyes and closed the door. “He’s definitely gonna tell everyone,” he said while turning around, seeing M/n pulling his shirt over his head, exposing his toned back. The taller boy definitely said something in response but Felix was distracted by his smooth unblemished skin. He could definitely change that. Felix bit M/n’s shoulder, hearing a startled yelp of pain and pleasure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” M/n asked as he faced the shorter boy. Felix’s eyes widened in an attempt to look innocent, hands flying behind his back as if he wasn’t just trying to unzip M/n’s jeans. “Clothes off. Now.”

Felix obeyed immediately, the black shirt slipping off his freckled shoulders and pants pooling around his ankles before he stepped out of them. M/n saw the wet spot of precum on his boxers and grinned. “I thought I was the horny one.”

Felix’s cheeks bloomed red and he raised a hand to cover his face. M/n wasn't having it and he grabbed the smaller boy’s wrist, moving it so he could see him blushing. “Don’t cover your pretty face doll. I wanna see you melt because of me,” he muttered against Felix’s lips.

Their lips met each other yet again, M/n’s jeans becoming constricting around his cock at the whimpers escaping out of Felix’s mouth. The blond could feel M/n getting harder and he finished what he had tried to do earlier, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with the taller boy’s underwear. M/n nodded with approval at Felix dropping to his knees.

“Be a good boy Lix,” M/n said while guiding Felix to his dick. His tongue swirled around M/n’s tip and he groaned, grabbing Felix by the hair and bucking his hips into his mouth. Tears pricked in the corners of Felix’s eyes and he moaned at the feeling of M/n hitting the back of his throat. The vibrations felt amazing and M/n tipped his head back in bliss. Felix looked so pretty on his knees deepthroating his cock with tears of pleasure threatening to spill over his freckled cheeks.

“Swallow for me baby, we don’t want to make a mess,” M/n groaned. Felix hummed in obedience just in time for M/n to cum down his throat. He wiped the corner of his mouth to make sure he didn’t miss a drop and looked back up at his boyfriend, who was staring at him lovingly. “Come up here. Let’s take care of you now.”

M/n pressed chaste kisses along Felix’s jaw as he removed his boxers for him. Then he fell back on the couch and beckoned for Felix to sit on his lap. “Open your mouth,” he said. The blond immediately did so and M/n slipped two fingers in, Felix coating them in spit as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Which he practically had.

Felix whined as M/n quickly started scissoring open his hole, his head falling forward onto his shoulder. When M/n deemed him properly stretched, he removed his fingers and lifted him by the waist. The taller boy let the other lower himself onto his cock, both letting out a simultaneous moan at the feeling of the other.

It had been so long since Felix had felt this full. The pair were definitely not one to fuck backstage regularly but Felix thought they had to do this more often. He started bouncing and M/n bit his lip, trying to keep from being too loud. They may have been farther away than most of the dressing rooms but that didn’t mean there weren’t people nearby.

M/n could tell Felix was getting close because his movements grew stuttered and irregular. He leaned in and smashed his lips onto his, muffling the blond’s moans. “Cum for me Lix,” M/n whispered. And he did, his load coating the older boy’s chest. M/n shoved his fingers back into Felix’s mouth as he also came, knowing he was the loudest post-orgasm.

This time was no exception. M/n adored the noises he made around his fingers and how his nails dug into his bicep and back. “Shh, baby. Can you get up?” he asked softly. Felix nodded and he slowly stood, whining at feeling M/n pull out. He wobbled over to grab tissues then tossed them at M/n so he could clean himself up.

“Jesus my knees are weak,” Felix mumbled, using a hand to balance himself as he changed into comfy after-concert clothes.

M/n grinned, proud of himself. The pair left the room together after dressing. Felix had a dark spot blooming on his neck and M/n had to keep a hand on his back so he could walk straight, earning more than their fair share of whispers from the crew as they met up with their friends again.

notes!

this is old and i did not proof read it

[muddy-water-1997]

𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖢 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝖡 (𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐…), 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒!

Chapter 9 - Suspense

“…and I think that’s all we have time for today, folks.” The presenter’s voice rang over the radio speakers, signalling the end of the segment. You turned to Billie with a sigh of relief and a smile. “Thank you to Stray Kids for joining us here today. Keep your ears open because we’ll be playing some of their top hits next!”

“Ms. Y/N,” Billie’s voice pulled you back into the room, “we’ll head out to the front to do the media photo opportunities next. I’ll have Theo check the area with the other bodyguards before we head out. Then the boys will follow shortly after.” You nodded at Billie and glanced at your schedule as she left the observation booth, leaving you alone for the first time in what felt like ages. Glancing at your watch, you were surprised it was already 8 PM.

“Something wrong?” Chris’s voice comes low and unexpectedly behind you; you hadn't even heard him enter the room. Before you can turn to face him, his hands are already on your waist, grounding you with their firm yet gentle grip. “You look so good in that dress. Probably one of the best choices we made out of that little haul.” His words are smooth, laced with a hint of admiration that sends a thrill through you. Frozen in place, you can only manage a soft mumble of agreement, your mind struggling to catch up with the rush of sensations. He chuckles lightly at your reaction, clearly amused by the effect he has on you. As he moves closer, the warmth of his body radiates against your back. He leans in, his breath hot against your skin, and breathes deeply, savouring the lingering trace of your perfume at the crook of your neck.

“You know,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm against your exposed skin. “I’ve been waiting to do this since the moment we met.” His lips brushed the sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, leaving a soft, lingering kiss that made your heart race. The sensation was intoxicating, and you felt a surge of gratitude for the one-sided glass that shielded you from the view of the seven other men in the studio. As his hands tightened their grip on your hips, you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll back in sheer bliss.

You let your head roll back onto his chest, savouring the firm warmth as his relentless assault on your neck continued. The sensation of his lips and teeth grazing your skin sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch with anticipation. You knew you would need the name of that makeup artist later, confident that the fervent passion of his kisses was leaving its mark. Slowly, you tilted your head, your lips seeking his. The world seemed to pause, everything narrowing to the space between you two. Just as you were about to capture his lips in a kiss…

“Ms Y/N, are you in there?” Billie's voice echoed into the room, interrupting the charged moment. “Theo has marked everything clear for us. I need your eyes.” A whine of frustration escaped your lips as Chris pulled away just before you could kiss him.

“Coming!” You called out, trying to steady your voice to sound as normal as possible. Reluctantly, you moved away from Chris, using your hair to cover the spot on your neck where his lips had claimed you.

“Not yet, you're not,” he whispered with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as you left him in the room to meet Billie.

“Are you okay…” Billie asked, her eyes narrowing in concern as she noticed your flustered expression despite your efforts to appear composed.

“Fine, I’m fine!” you replied, the defensiveness in your voice betraying your inner turmoil. Fortunately, she took the hint and dropped the subject, refocusing on the task.

“So, anyway, there are some media and STAY outside for the boys to do an appearance. No questions will be asked.” You nodded, absorbing her updates while grabbing your iPad from William to check the schedule.

“Wait, wait… What's this?” You pointed at a newly added event on the calendar for 10 PM. “Who approved a night out? We have appearances tomorrow!” Your tone grew sharper with frustration as you scanned the room for the boys’ manager.

“I think the manager knew you were going to be annoyed… He’s gone back to the hotel already,” William spoke up, his voice timid and hesitant. His nervousness made you feel a pang of guilt for your harsh reaction.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily…” Felix interjected, his voice playful yet insistent as he emerged from behind Theo's towering figure. He had come back inside to escort you out for the media appearances. “It’s your first day working with us. It's only fair that you party with us too.” He brought his hands together pleadingly, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, your gaze drifting to Chris, who lingered in the background, his presence comforting and distracting. “I haven’t got anything to wear, and I haven’t got time to change.” You gestured around the room, emphasising your point. “And I have so much work to do when I get back to the makeshift office,” you explained hesitantly, the weight of your responsibilities pressing down on you.

“We can organise an outfit change to meet you at the club or in the car,” Billie announced, her tone assertive yet accommodating. You took a moment to appreciate her assertiveness, finding it endearing despite the circumstances. There was a subtle, yet unmistakable, sound of what seemed to be a swift kick to the leg from Billie to William as he piped up next.

“I can prepare the paperwork for you to write the report tomorrow,” he offered gently.

“See! No excuse!” Seungmin chimed in, adding to the chorus of pleas.

“Fine, Fine! Let's get these media appearances done, and then I will decide depending on how well it goes,” you relented, rolling your eyes in resignation. Despite your internal hesitations, it was clear there was no escaping their persuasive efforts.

Exiting with Theo leading the way into the media crowd, you launched into your PR spiel, delivering it with practised ease. Stepping back, you allowed the boys to take centre stage, greeting the excited crowd with smiles and waves.

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Was it shocking to find yourself in the van on the way to the club? Not really. Was it surprising that Billie had arranged for your outfit to be waiting in the car for you to change? Again, not really. What was shocking, however, was that she had decided to organise for you to share a vehicle with Changbin to the club and expect you to change in that exact vehicle. There, indeed, wasn’t much choice. You had to change. Awkward glances were exchanged between you and Changbin.

“I-” You both started simultaneously, the tension palpable in the confined space of the van, before breaking into gentle laughter at the situation's awkwardness. “You go first,” you offered, smiling as you observed his softening features, unsure if it was a response to you or simply excitement for the night ahead.

“I was going to say…” Changbin began, clearing his throat to ease the tension in the air. “I’ll just look the other way… I promise I won't peek.” With a reassuring smile, he shifted to a seat further away, granting you extra space for privacy. “It’s not like that dress leaves much to the imagination, though,” he added with a playful quirk on his lips.

He wasn’t wrong. The silver dress's low-drop neckline was stunning but left little to hide. You couldn’t help but recall Chris’ earlier comment about the dress, suspecting his hand in its selection. With a nod in Changbin's direction, you rose from your seat and went to the back of the moving van to change.

Successfully manoeuvring the dress over your body in the swaying vehicle, you smoothed the fabric down your frame, the hem reaching no longer than mid-thigh. Your shoulders, neck, and cleavage were on full display, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of self-consciousness. Part of you prayed that the club would be dimly lit enough to conceal your exposure.

Once comfortable in the outfit, you made your way back down the van toward Changbin, offering a playful “Ta-da” to lighten the mood. But as you caught his gaze, something in his eyes seemed to shift. It might have been the flicker of the passing streetlights or his expression, but there was a hunger in how he looked at you in that dress that sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, the van driver's thunderous shout in a language you couldn’t understand shattered the air, followed by the abrupt slam of the brakes. The sudden motion sent you lurching forward from where you had been standing. Changbin’s arm shot out in a split second, his firm grip catching you just in time to prevent a fall. Instinctively, he pulled you closer, drawing you onto his lap, your legs straddling his as your faces came inches apart.

As you steadied yourself, your hair cascaded behind you, exposing the marks that Chris had left earlier, now on full display. Changbin’s gaze immediately fixated on the faint imprints, his eyes darkening with curiosity and something else entirely. Locked in this intimate proximity, the tension between you crackled in the air, thick and palpable.

In the stillness of the van, the world seemed to narrow down to the magnetic pull between you. Slowly, Changbin’s hand hovered over the marks on your neck, his touch feather-light against your skin. “Is that truly the best he could do?” he chuckled softly, his other hand sliding around your waist to draw you closer, the warmth of his body enveloping you.

The disbelief swirled within you as Changbin’s lips began to trail gently over the exposed skin at the neckline of your dress. His movements were tentative yet purposeful, each kiss igniting a flurry of sensations that sent a shiver down your spine. His arm remained securely wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him as his assault on your skin grew more emotional, more hungry.

You couldn’t help but jump slightly at the sudden rumble of the van starting back up beneath your feet, the sound breaking the intimate bubble between you and Changbin. His soft and melodic laughter vibrated against your skin as he pulled back slightly, his movements now more controlled and deliberate.

Awareness dawned on him that your chest was on display, vulnerable to the scrutiny of any lurking photographers. He adjusted his approach, his touches becoming more restrained, his kisses gentler. He was determined to shield your marked skin from prying eyes, ensuring that the intimate moment remained between you.

“You look breathtaking,” Changbin whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine before he shifted his attention to the untouched side of your neck. His energy surged with a newfound intensity, his kisses more fervent as if he were coaxing a moan from your lips, which you willingly surrendered, grateful for the cover of the car’s rumbling engine.

Placing your hand under his chin to pull his lips up to meet yours, you feel the car come to a hard stop and multiple knocks assaulting the door to the van. 

“We should go…” Changbin whispers, his lips inches from yours, and you nod reluctantly as he effortlessly lifts you up and out of his lap.

NEXT CHAPTER

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! 

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

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Horny ass fucking texts

Maknae line x female reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! MDNI! SERIOUSLY! Strong language/swearing, again we are well past suggestive and into full on sexting atp! Spicy pics and uncensored nudes in most, different dom sub dynamics in all. Jisung’s mentions, anal sex, rough anal and oral sex, big monster dick BinChan oral threesome mentioned (both m receiving), deep throating, face fucking, hand job (Changbin receiving), cum shot/facial, cum eating, choking/breath play, cock slapping, hair pulling, cum gargling/swallowing. Felix's mentions pegging, rough anal sex (m receiving), strap ons, other sex toys (a pocket pussy), pet names (reader calls Felix pretty, good/bad boy, cock slut etc.), mentions Felix coming on his abs, cum eating, oral (m receiving), overstimulation (m receiving), mentions coming untouched/premature ejaculation (Felix cums in his pants). Seungmin's mentions piv sex, using sex toys/wand/rose, squirting, cum eating, eludes to multiple rounds and screaming. Jeongin's mentions an age gap/noona kink (kinda), choking/breath play, oral (f receiving), rough piv sex, dumification mentioned, screaming, cum shot, big dick Jeongin. Again I THINK? that's everything but if by some chance I did miss something just let me know!

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Masterlist

A Little Bit of Everything - Binchan x Female! Reader TextFic ~ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 (Lee Know x Han) Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Copper Birds - Changbin x Autistic! Reader ~

Part 1: Meet Cute

Part 2: The Village Idiots (and y/n)

Part 3: The Things I Would Do (For You)