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yxnjinsduality · 2 months

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✒ Tattoos

𖦹 genre : romance, fluff, idol!Jisung

𖦹 pairing : Han jisung x fem reader

𖦹 warnings : swearing (not a lot though)

𖦹 summary : You're just a girl who does & has tattoos living a care free life. Jisung is just an idol looking to get a secret tattoo, what happens when jisung becomes interested in the girl with tattoos. They say curiosity killed the cat but what if it didn't?

𖦹 a/n : I'm finally writing for my skz bias! I tried to put some of jisung's characteristics but at the same time wanted this to make sense so here we go.

You didn't expect to come in today as you had made plans previously that got cancelled due to an inconvenience. Nonetheless you came into work even though you could've stayed home! You love your job you really do though it might seem like a worthless job to some people being a tattoo artist is everything to you.

Setting up your station like you usually do so that when somebody comes in you're ready to get to work. Taking out the different color inks getting the tattoo bed ready you see what's on the agenda today, any scheduled tattoos and so on.

Most people that come into the shop are just looking for something new to get tattooed on themselves. Though some people really think about what they're gonna get and how they want it to look. You've done some really heartfelt tattoos over time and you must say they were gorgeous and you'd do them 100 times over.

Of course you have tattoos yourself, you wouldn't be a tattoo artist without them! Though your tattoos make people think you're unapproachable and mean, you really aren't you're a sweetheart. You have about 18 tattoos some without meaning some with, let's just say you've explored your options.

You love to tattoo women!! The women always have the best tattoo ideas and they take pain like a champ it always impresses you how the women barely flinch at the feeling. You, yourself know the pain of getting tattoos and mannn does it hurt! Though your smiling and blank face when getting them never shows that.

You like to think how many tattoos will you end up with in the future. You want more but you also don't want to overdo it too much, nothing's wrong with having a body full of tattoos you just can't see yourself having that many. You love doing name tattoos! It's what you specialize in a name can bring such sincerity and love from just being a name.

Hearing the ring of the bell at the door means someone has walked into the tattoo shop where you sit in your chair waiting for the person to be appointed to you. iPad in hand so you can easily look up some ideas in case they don't have any and are ready to draw their ideas down if they do.

Hearing someone walk into your station, looking up your met with a dark haired man who looks to be about his twenties you get up to greet him. "Hi welcome to the shop what can I do for you today", you say with a smile on your face ready to do what you love doing the most. "I don't really have a clue what I want, do you think you would help me out?", the dark haired man asked sitting down on the tattoo bed.

You being who you are accepted to help the man "sure, but let's start with introductions! I'm (your name) hbu?" ,You say to the dark haired man wondering what his name could be, "I'm jisung nice to meet you", he says looking down at you sitting in your chair. Looking up at him swiping through your iPad for tattoo ideas you say "nice to meet you too jisung, so what wouldn't you want for a tattoo?", you ask so that you could narrow down what he might wanna get.

"um no animals, symbols or portraits of people",he says thinking if he might want to add anything else to that list. "Okay got it, are you looking to do something random or something with a meaning?", you ask writing down the things he doesn't want as a tattoo on your notes. "Something meaningful I don't want to get something that I'll regret", he says to you truthfully hoping he can come to a decision soon.

Looking at him you think of some suggestions to make, yea you've done lots of meaningful tattoos but you've never given a suggestion for them, your clients usually have them thought out. "think of something you love, something that means the world to you", you say hoping he thinks of something he loves so you can start sketching.

While he takes his time to think of something you get your setup ready for anyone who decides to get a tattoo asap meaning here and now. You also love doing little unnecessary tattoos like, hearts, smiley faces yk those type of things if they want them you'll do them plus tiny ones like those can be covered by another tattoo in the future no biggy.

"so have you thought of anything?", you ask jisung looking at your different colored ink. "yea actually, just don't treat me differently after I tell you", jisung says which makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion and interest. "Of course not, now tell me so I can get to sketching some ideas", you say looking up at him.

"I'm an idol yk Kpop group, and the 7 boys I'm in a group with are like everything to me their my brothers", jisung says looking at you stars in his eye as he talks about the 7 people he loves. "Okay so I'm going to ask for more details just so I can get more of a perspective of what to sketch", you say genuinely ready to hear what he has to say so you can sketch down some ideas.

"uh sure how much time do I have?", jisung asks looking at you. "You have till 11 at night that's when I get off", you say, you truthfully have all day so anything works for you. "Okay thanks, but don't you have other people you'd have to attend to?", jisung asks in interest wanting to know if he was taking up your time. "Technically I can attend to other people that come in today yes, but there are other people who work here to attend to them it's also Monday one of our less busy days", you say to him reassuring him he had as much time as he wants.

After telling jisung that he begins to tell you details about the 7 people or his brothers and how they impact his life and much more. You listen intently sketching as you do, some people may think you aren't listening to a thing he has to say but really you are it's called multitasking. If you weren't listening you wouldn't have heard him say "sometimes it feels like they were with me since the day I was born", but you did.

An hour later jisung has stopped talking and is now looking up at you seeming as he has a question. "question?", you ask still looking at your sketches, "how long have you been doing this if you don't mind me asking", jisung asks in curiosity.

"I've been doing tattoos since I was 19 I'm 23 now after this year it will be 5 years", you say genuinely thinking of how far you've come in the tattoo industry. "Wow that's amazing, you must love what you do", jisung says smiling at you. Of course you love what you do! You wouldn't be doing it if you didn't what's the fun in that. "Yea I really do", you say thinking about all the tattoos and stuff you've ever done.

"I find you really interesting", jisung says looking at you with much more curiosity now, "Really? Why is that?", you ask curious why an idol or anyone would be interested in you! a tattoo artist. "I just feel there's more to you than just a tattoo artist", he says looking you in the eye, no one has ever said that to at your job or outside of it to be honest you appreciate he thinks of you that way.

"well haven't you heard? curiosity killed the cat", you say in a joking tone laughing while looking at jisung.

"well I guess I'm the cat, but I'm looking to survive", he says laughing.

Part 2?

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♡ˎˊ˗ bonus chapter - truth or dare

ot8 x f!reader (x minsung) I recommend reading the series before this or you will be very confused lol

summary: you, jisung, minho and the rest of the boys get drunk. changbin suggests spin the bottle. the bottle gets spun, questions get asked, dares get made and things get a little out of hand – not just for the three of you

word count: 7.1k words

author's note: okay so ... this is not an orgy. but everyone's making out. well, not everyone either, but like almost everyone. definitely everyone who has made out before. someone once said "i was hoping this would turn into a whole poly situation" and while this is not yet that, it's more. this is pure hedonism, absolutely unhinged horniness. im sorry or you're welcome, depending on how you feel.

warnings: slightly drunk making out; so much voyeurism and exhibitionism; implicit but no explicit consent, everyone loves it, but nobody asks; mxm action everywhere; dry humping; lots of making out; dom/sub dynamics; unsolicited but appreciated nudes (don't ask); unprotected (bathroom) sex

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“Truth or dare!” Changbin yells over the music, and Minho groans beside you. Jisung on your other side giggles, your hands intertwined in your lap, his knee knocking against yours gently as he fidgets with the rings on your fingers. Someone throws a sofa cushion at Changbin, nearly knocking over three soju bottles on from the side table. You’re pretty sure it’s Jeongin.

“Can we not just watch something, like we usually do?” Seungmin questions, deadpan, from his corner of the sofa.

But Changbin shakes his head, his eyes hooded with tipsiness.

“We always watch something, let’s do something more fun!”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes but slips off the sofa and sits on the floor next to Jisung as Changbin places a bottle in the haphazard circle that the members are forming.

“What could we possibly ask each other? We have been living together for 6 years,” he complains, and Changbin narrows his eyes.

“Literally a year ago you were surprised to find out that Felix’s mom was an interior designer,” he says pointedly, “clearly, we don’t know shit about each other.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes again but doesn’t fight him, only slightly leans into Jisung next to him, giving him a smile and knocking his shoulder against his. When he spots Felix walking up to them, his face lights up, and he pats the spot on the floor next to him. Felix smiles at him and sits down, drapes his legs over Hyunjin’s lap readily.

You can feel Minho’s presence behind you, his legs crossed in front of him, and you turn slightly, studying him as he watches Hyunjin and Felix. His handsome face, looking like it was carved by the gods, calm, eyes deep and dark and observant. There’s a slight flush to his cheeks from the alcohol, and you want to kiss every inch of it, follow it down his neck to where it disappears underneath his plain black shirt. When he looks down at you, his lips tug into a tender smile, one of his hands coming to your back, lightly running his palm up and down your spine. You hum and lean into his touch, and he presses a kiss to your temple.

The rest of the members hesitantly join you on the floor, Chan plopping down next to Changbin, Seungmin sitting down next to Minho and Jeongin finding a spot between Chan and Seungmin.

Jeongin leans back against the sofa and takes a sip of his drink, raising an eyebrow at Changbin.

“Go on then, Changbin-hyung.”

Changbin beams at him tipsily and reaches forward, spinning the bottle harshly. It clacks over the linoleum until it comes to rest on Felix.

“Truth or Dare?” Changbin asks, a conspiratorial giddiness in his voice, and Felix deliberates only for a second, before he chooses.

“Truth.”

“Boring!” Changbin exclaims with a pout.

Minho scoffs next to you, taking a swig from his bottle.

“Only if you ask boring questions.”

Changbin glares at him and gestures at him grandly.

“You go ahead then, if you’re so smart.”

Minho rolls his eyes but looks over at Felix, who’s already staring at him. He lets the eye contact drag out for another few seconds, Felix looking back at him unflinchingly, before he finally asks his question.

“How many people in this room have you kissed?”

Chan chokes on his spit slightly, but nobody else seems particularly bothered. Changbin blushes, his eyes fixed on Felix.

“Five,” Felix says and takes a drink.

“Five?!” Jeongin exclaims in disbelief.

You do a quick count. Minho, Jisung, Hyunjin, you, … Who was number 5? Jisung next to you seems to come to the same conclusion about three seconds later, whipping his head over to Felix with curiosity written all over his features. Minho behind you breathes out a huh, as if he just heard the most interesting fact in the world.

“That was my turn,” Felix shrugs nonchalantly and reaches forward, spinning the bottle again. This time it lands on Changbin.

“Changbin-hyung,” Felix drawls out, his voice almost smoky, “truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he says, his giddiness sounding more like nervousness now, and Felix purses his lips, a glint of humour in his eyes.

“I thought it was boring?” he quips. Changbin flushes hotter.

“Shut up, just … ask your question,” he says and Felix giggles, deliberates for a second. He grins wickedly when he comes to a conclusion.

“Changbin-hyung, when was the last time you got laid?”

Changbin’s eyes widen and briefly flicker over to you, then to Minho, before he looks back at Felix. He blinks a few times before he straightens his back, trying to look unaffected. Minho next to you slips his hand under your shirt, dragging his blunt nails over the skin of your back. You shiver and you know he’s smiling.

“A couple weeks ago,” Changbin states, his voice only wavering a little bit, and reaches out for the bottle.

Felix smirks knowingly.

“Who was it?”

Changbin avoids his eyes and shakes his head, the tips of his ears even redder.

“You only get one question.”

Changbin reaches out for the bottle, but before he can reach it, Jeongin snatches it up, plucking it straight from the middle of the circle. He wields it like a weapon when he points it at his members, a strange determination in his eyes.

“Actually, I have a question. Take a drink if you’ve ever kissed a member.”

“Hey,” Changbin yells, “don’t hijack my game.”

Jeongin glares at him.

“I think this is much more interesting, actually,” he turns back to the room. “So?”

Hyunjin shrugs first and takes a drink, followed by Felix, then Minho, Jisung and you. There’s a moment of hesitation before Chan slowly brings his bottle to his lips, and Jeongin’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.

“You?!” He breathes out. Chan grimaces and shrugs.

Then next to him, quietly, Seungmin takes a drink and Jeongin’s mouth falls open.

“How the fuck have I not heard about this?!” he exclaims, and Seungmin just shrugs. His face is composed, but there’s a nervous tension in his shoulders and the tips of his ears are burning. He takes another long drink for good measure, and you think he’s onto something and also take another big gulp of your drink – this is shaping up to be an evening you can’t get through sober.

Jeongin is frozen for a second, his eyebrows furrowed, as if deep in thought. But he doesn’t elaborate, only gives Seungmin and Chan another look, before he quietly places the bottle back onto the floor. Changbin looks at him warily, but Jeongin gestures for him to spin it. So Changbin does.

It lands square on Hyunjin this time, who’s leaning back on his hands, the picture of relaxation.

“Dare,” he says with a brilliant grin, without even waiting for Changbin to ask him. Changbin gnaws on his bottom lip, but then shakes his head and murmurs a quiet fuck it.

“Kiss the most attractive person in the room,” Changbin announces, and Jeongin stares at him as if he’s grown a second head. Hyunjin whines.

“How?! Everyone here is hot, I would have to kiss everyone.”

Changbin squirms where he’s sitting, looking like he suddenly regrets his decision.

“I don’t fucking know, figure something out,” he spits out nervously, and Hyunjin lets his eyes drag across the faces of his members. He looks at Minho, then you, then Jisung, and finally at Felix. The latter’s eyes widen before he leans in and whispers something in Hyunjin’s ear. Hyunjin giggles and nods enthusiastically, before swinging his legs behind him and getting onto all fours. His eyes zero in on Jeongin, and then he’s crossing the circle.

You can pinpoint the exact moment when Jeongin realises where Hyunjin is headed, his eyes widening in panic, his back straightening against the sofa behind him. When Hyunjin reaches him and places his hands on Jeongin’s thighs, peering at him through his lashes, Jeongin sucks in a breath. His eyes don’t leave Hyunjin’s, flickering down only briefly when Hyunjin’s tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” Hyunjin breathes out quietly, and it makes a shudder run down your spine. It feels like everyone is holding their breaths, waiting for Jeongin to answer.

Jeongin blinks at him a few times, and then he almost imperceptibly shakes his head. Hyunjin smiles at him and leans in, pressing his lips to Jeongin’s.

It’s innocent at first, Jeongin leaning into Hyunjin, chasing the gentle press of his lips against his. But then Hyunjin’s tongue slips into his mouth, and Jeongin whimpers, so quietly everyone else can barely hear it, and his hands skate up to cup Hyunjin’s face, pulling him deeper. Hyunjin’s fingers are digging into Jeongin’s thighs, one coming up to fist into his shirt. But before things can go any further, Hyunjin pulls away.

Jeongin is staring at him, pupils blown, his fingers coming up to touch his lips absentmindedly. Hyunjin’s blushing as well, but he just gives him a shy smile and turns around, crawling back to his place next to Felix, who grins and wiggles his eyebrows at him. But Hyunjin just presses his palms against his blushing cheeks, throws his hair back and leans forward, spinning the bottle, whose next victim is … Seungmin. The boy doesn’t even flinch, pointedly avoiding the flushed and trembling Jeongin next to him, just looks up at Hyunjin and says, “truth.”

Hyunjin cocks his head to the side.

“Top or bottom, Kim Seungmin? Sub or Dom?”

“Those are two questions,” Seungmin observes coldly and Hyunjin just shrugs, waving his hand around as if to say ‘technicalities’. Seungmin takes a deep breath in and sighs it out wearily.

“Fine. The answer is either,” he states calmly before he smirks slightly, “I’m versatile like that.”

Hyunjin purses his lips thoughtfully, then nods and wordlessly extends a high five to him. Seungmin stares at his hand, dumbfounded.

“Come on, Minnie,” Hyunjin whines, wiggling his hand in the air, “don’t leave me hanging. We’re a blessing to anyone who wants to fuck us, we should be proud.”

Seungmin groans, rubbing his hands over his eyes before he finally smacks his hand against Hyunjin’s, who rewards him a satisfied grin. Seungmin carefully avoids everyone’s eyes when he leans forward to spin the bottle. This time it lands on Minho.

“Dare,” Minho says, leaning back on his hands and eyeing Seungmin teasingly.

“Let’s get our heads out of the gutter,” Seungmin states, “send the last picture you took to the group chat.”

Minho just nods, pulls out his phone and unlocks it, tapping on his photo gallery. Suddenly, he laughs, high-pitched and giddy. You and Jisung immediately perk up, and you crane your head. Oh.

It’s a picture of you. And Jisung. Entirely naked, kissing in the sheets of Minho’s bed. There’s a sheen of sweat on Jisung’s chest, and your hair is sticking to your face. You can see … everything; Minho’s handprints on your ass, the scratches of your nails down Jisung’s abs. There’s a purple bite mark on Jisung’s shoulder and a matching one high on your neck. It’s the same one you had tried to cover up just hours before. All of that wouldn’t bother you, if it wasn’t for the fact that you could also see Jisung’ spent cock lying in a pool of his own cum and Minho’s release dripping out of you.

“At least crop it first,” Jisung sighs next to you, and you nod absentmindedly. God, but it’s a good picture. You have to ask Minho to send it to you.

Minho stares at the two of you with wide eyes.

“That’s your only concern?” he asks with a disbelieving smirk.

Jisung and you just nod, and Minho’s eyes darken considerably. Then he looks back at his phone, carefully duplicates the picture, crops the new one so you and Jisung are only visible from the chest up. He checks with you again but both you and Jisung smirk and nod and Minho shrugs, opening the group chat and hitting send.

The phones around the room all ding in unison.

Seungmin pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, and immediately drops it with a yelp. Jeongin next to him is holding his phone away from him as if it might explode, but his eyes are glued to the screen. Changbin’s blinking at the picture dumbly and Chan next to him is so red in the face you think he might combust, before he locks his phone and puts it back into his pocket gingerly. Hyunjin and Felix are staring at the picture unashamedly, Felix even goes so far as to zoom in, looking over at Minho and stage-whispering “can you send me the uncensored version?”.

“I did not ask you to send us unsolicited nudes,” Seungmin huffs out a frustrated sigh, but Minho just shrugs.

“It’s the last picture I took, what can I say. I even censored it.”

Seungmin gives him a glare and Minho chuckles darkly.

“Also, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right, puppy?”

Seungmin immediately flushes, eyelids fluttering nervously.

“Don’t call me that,” he mutters, “also I haven’t had to see Jisung naked yet, thank you very much.”

Jisung next to clutches his chest in mock betrayal.

“You should be so lucky, Kim Seungmin!”

Seungmin ignores him and turns away, and Minho just chuckles before he leans forward for the bottle. But instead of spinning it, he picks it up and flips it in the air once.

“Actually,” he drawls, eyes glued to Felix, who slowly blushes under his gaze. The smirk on Minho’s face tells you he’s up to no good, “I’d like to enforce the Jeongin rule. Collective dare. Everyone who has kissed, has to kiss again.”

Felix’ eyes widen before they narrow at him, and Minho chuckles evilly.

“Everyone?” Changbin asks, a smug look on his face. Minho whips over to Changbin and blinks twice.

“Sure,” he says carelessly, but you can feel his nails slide over the skin of your back, can see the tick of the muscles of his jaw.

But you’re a bit too distracted by the idea of having to kiss every single person in this room again to be very concerned with the hole Minho has dug himself. And watching Minho and Jisung do the same, in front of everyone … A nervous kind of arousal pools in your gut, makes your heart tremble in your chest.

Hyunjin shrugs and moves first, tipping his head onto his shoulder, placing a gentle hand on Felix’s cheek and pulling him in for a sweet, lingering, open-mouthed kiss. Felix is blushing when Hyunjin pulls back, his cheeks dusted a pretty pink, and Hyunjin wastes no time, just swivels his head and Jisung is right there, blinking at him once before he surges forwards and lets Hyunjin lick into his mouth filthily. You can feel yourself getting wetter with every swipe of Hyunjin’s tongue against Jisung’s, every drag of Jisung’s hand against Hyunjin’s thigh.

You rip your eyes away to see the rest of the boys stare at Hyunjin dumbly. Especially Jeongin, who looks like he’s seen a ghost, his pretty eyes narrowed in confusion.

All too soon, Hyunjin pulls away from Jisung, pats his flushed, chubby cheek and smiles at you. You smile back at him and get on all fours, crawling to close the small space between you as Hyunjin meets you halfway and threads his fingers into the hair at the back of your neck, pulling you into his familiar lips, the lips that would inevitably find yours almost every time he was drunk, his wandering hands sliding over your body as he relished in you in a way you had never experienced with anyone. His tongue is in your mouth, the taste of soju on your tastebuds, and you sink your teeth into his bottom lip, dragging a quiet moan from Hyunjin’s chest. When he pulls away, you make a sad little noise and Hyunjin chuckles, breathing out a soft later that makes Jisung suck in a breath next to you. You sit back down, Minho’s nails digging into the skin of your lower back, but you don’t turn around.

Because Hyunjin’s eyes are locked onto Minho’s as he crawls towards him. He doesn’t stop until his lips are hovering over Minho’s. His heartbeat is in his throat.

“This one’s … more of a promise,” he breathes out before his eyes flutter shut, and he brushes his lips against Minho’s, a featherlight touch that makes Minho’s breath catch in his throat. But then Hyunjin is gone again, and you can see Minho’s eyebrows furrow at the loss. Hyunjin returns to his spot and leans back on his hands, entirely uncaring of everyone seeing the obvious bulge in his pants. He shakes his hair out of his face with an elegant toss of his head, and you wish you could crawl over and suck him off right then and there. Jisung next to you huffs out like he wants the same. When you turn your head and your eyes lock with Jisung, Jisung instinctively licks his lips.

“If they start making out right now, they will not stop,” Minho muses and wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap and away from Jisung, who makes a low noise of complaint. You can feel Minho half hard against your ass when he digs his fingertips into the meat of your waist and slowly guides you towards Seungmin, who blinks at you dumbly, hesitantly, but nevertheless grabs you by the wrists and pulls you into his lap. The room is dead silent as Seungmin looks at you, and then he tips his chin forward and kisses you, and you press yourself against him, trapping him against the sofa and making him gasp into your mouth. He’s hesitant at the audience, almost like last time, but as soon as your tongue is in his mouth, one large hand wraps around your waist, the other slithers up your back and fists into your shirt, and then he’s kissing you so deeply you think you can feel him in your soul. There’s a dominance in this kiss that makes a throb bloom between your legs. Minho breathes out a chuckle that you know masks the jealous kind of arousal getting involved with the others always elicits, and you pull back, pressing a last kiss to the corner of Seungmin’s mouth before you look at Jeongin next to him.

Jeongin’s staring, wide-eyed, slack-jawed, one of his hands protectively over his crotch where you know he’s hard, if his blown pupils are anything to judge by. Still lingering in Seungmin’s lap, you reach out a hand towards him and catch him by the sleeve. You pull at it softly, the offer to decline in your eyes, but Jeongin scoots over to you, shoots a nervous look at Seungmin before his expression turns determined. He leans in, eyes fluttering shut as he rubs his sweet, soft nose against yours and then dips lower, catching your lower lip between his teeth. A soft giggle falls past your lips and he smiles, too, as he leans closer, kissing you again and again and again, and it reminds you so much of that night weeks ago when he had you caged underneath him, all giggles and teasing and shameless moans. His gentle fingers come to your chin and tip your face sideways enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth and somewhere behind you someone breathes out a breathless, “Jesus Christ, Jeongin,” that makes Jeongin giggle into your mouth, as he drags you from Seungmin’s lap and into his own, as if you weigh nothing at all, his strong hands finding purchase on your hips when he pulls away and gives you a cheeky grin. You want him so badly it’s burning deep within you and all you want to ask is if he wants you, too, if he wants to do it all again sometime, but then he’s already shifting you out of his lap and towards Chan, who is staring at you wide-eyed, visibly uncomfortable.

You blink away the haze of arousal and give him a gentle smile.

“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Chan.”

Chan doesn’t respond as you crawl to close the distance to him, so you stop in front of him. His eyes are racing across the room, over the faces of his members, then meet yours and you nod, leaning forward enough to press just one gentle kiss to his lips, pulling away again immediately. He stops you with his hand on your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin, gratitude and apologies in his eyes when he gives you one kiss back and leans away from you.

Your brain feels fuzzy from being handed around and over Chan’s shoulder you make eye contact with Changbin and his lips look so plush and you still remember the taste of them from the day in the studio and you want him so badly it makes arousal tingle through your body. But you rip your eyes away from him, over to where Minho and Jisung are sitting side by side. Jisung is staring at you with wide eyes, his pupils blown wide, Minho’s face is unreadable. You blink at them for a second, sending them a questioning glance – because no matter how much you wanted Changbin, there’s no way you’re doing anything without their consent. Jisung looks at Minho, waits, an excruciating moment before Minho nods, imperceptibly. You hesitate, trying to figure out why he’s approving of this, after everything, after nearly punching Changbin a couple weeks ago – but his face remains unreadable, something dark twinkling in his eyes and he nods again. You look at Jisung, who nods as well, licking his lips as he shifts in his seat, hands pawing at the crotch of his jeans as he tries to rearrange himself, and you take a deep breath.

When your eyes meet Changbin’s, he’s staring, heady blush on his cheeks and a boyish smile on his lips. You crawl closer and he huffs out a disbelieving laugh.

“Am I dreaming?” he breathes, teasingly, incredulously, his eyes so full of genuine adoration that your heart skips the tiniest beat, a stupid giggle tumbling from your lips as he helps you into his lap gingerly, palms skating over your body reverently, almost disbelievingly. As soon as you’re settled on his thick thighs and look down at him, your heart is in your throat.

“Get on with it already,” Seungmin ribs from across the circle, his voice a fluttery thing tinged with arousal. Changbin’s eyes never leave yours.

“Fuck off, there’s no way I’m rushing this,” he mumbles and you bring your hands to rest on the side of his neck, thumbs digging into his pulse point slightly, where you can feel his heartbeat thundering underneath your fingertips.

You smile at him and Changbin smiles back, and then he pulls you closer and his plush lips are on yours and it’s miraculous, how he meets you, his enthusiasm matching yours one for one as he takes you open-mouthed. Your fingers card through his curls and he winds both of his arms around your waist and pulls you so flush against his chest that you feel like you’ll melt into him. It’s all so absurd, that you’re not in love with him but that you like kissing him so much and that he likes kissing you, that you match each other so well, and you giggle into his lips, eliciting a breathless chuckle from him in return and you let yourself melt further into him, tilting your head to kiss him deeper and you can feel him get hard underneath you, his palms pressing you impossibly closer against his hot, muscular body.

You don’t know how much time passes, but you assume no more than a minute, when you feel Chan mumble Changbin’s name as he plucks at your shirt, trying to make you pull apart. He sounds vaguely worried and you figure you’re pushing your luck, despite Minho and Jisung’s approval, and you pull back with a sigh. Changbin doesn’t look too crestfallen, only sighs deeply when he looks up at you and smiles. He doesn’t say anything as he swipes a thumb over your cheek. When you shift off his lap, you can feel his reluctance, but he doesn’t stop you, only places gentle hands on your waist and helps you along.

You meet Minho and Jisung’s eyes across the room and to your relief, neither of them look angry. There’s a pretty little furrow in between Jisung’s brows, one you want to kiss away, but also a noticeable tent in his sweats, one you want to wrap your lips around. Minho’s face is still unreadable, though his eyes are dark, a flush high on his cheekbones. His breathing is shallow, and it doesn’t look like rage, but you’re still wary of it.

You’re distracted by cold, lithe fingers linking with yours and then Felix’s big, smiling eyes are right in front of you and you can’t help but smile back as he tugs you closer, eyelashes fluttering against your cheek so sweetly before he dips in for the filthiest kiss you’ve received yet, all tongue and teeth and spit as he drags your hand down to rest on the bulge on his pants. When you press down on it like he’s so clearly asking for, he moans dirtily, loudly, entirely heedless of the eyes of all of his members on him. He nips at your bottom lip like he wants you to break, and you nearly do, squeezing him so hard he gasps and you chuckle into his mouth evilly. He doesn’t respond, just keens into you and makes a show of sucking on your tongue and you briefly wonder who he’s putting on such a show for when he imperceptibly shifts and then Hyunjin’s lips replace Felix’s, ringed hands joining Felix’s on your body and you feel like you’re about to float away when one of them squeezes your ass and there are lips on your neck and Hyunjin hums into your mouth, tongue mapping out the inside of your mouth for the second time that night. Somewhere in the background you hear Jisung breathe out a keening “fuck” and it makes arousal zap down your spine. Felix’s hands are still running over your ass and the back of your thighs where you’re kneeling, your ass probably completely in Changbin’s face, though something tells you that if it is, he’s not complaining.

“Get a room, Jesus,” Jeongin complains, but his voice is so brittle nobody has to even look at him to know just how much he’s enjoying the view. But nonetheless, Hyunjin shifts you past him until you’re face to face with Jisung, who’s staring at you with so much need in his big, wet eyes, spit almost drooling from his bitten bottom lip, that it drives you nearly insane with the need to have him. You blink at Minho, who just rolls his eyes and nods and before you can even process what is happening, there are warm hands on your body, the room spins and then your back is pressed to the carpet, Jisung’s wet lips on yours.

He swallows your squeal of surprise, moans when you kiss him back, lacing the fingers of one of his hands with yours and pulling your hand to rest above your head as he bears down his hips and grinds into you ever so slightly; but it’s enough to make you see stars.

“See, I told you,” Minho observes coolly, but you barely hear it, Jisung and you lost in each other in the way you usually get. Minho digs the heel of his palm into where he’s straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans, relieves at least a little bit of the pressure. Then he looks out at the room before he zeroes in on Felix.

“Your turn,” he orders and Felix glares back at him, perfectly bratty, and Minho resists the temptation to reach out and swipe his thumb over Felix’s pouty bottom lip. He doesn’t know if Felix can sense it, but he crawls over to Minho with determination, preening and staring into his eyes as he makes himself at home in Minho’s lap, pert little ass right on his bulge. Minho has to bite back a groan.

“Well, you won’t mind if I start with you,” Felix purrs before he winds both of his arms around Minho’s neck and dips his head down, dragging his wet tongue up the side of Minho’s neck. It’s bold and filthy and it makes goosebumps break out all over Minho’s skin, his eyes fluttering shut as Felix continues to lick his way along his jawline and over his bottom lip before Minho has enough, fingers digging into the back of Felix’s head when he pulls him into a bruising kiss. Felix grinds down, swallows the barely audible gasp it tears out of Minho like he was made for it, his soft, little fingers winding around the back of Minho’s neck and Minho has to exert inhuman levels of self-control to use his grip in Felix’s hair to yank him back, shocking a keening moan out of Felix. To Minho’s right, Jisung is hovering over you, both of your eyes glazed over as you watch the exchange, Jisung’s hips rutting into yours almost subconsciously. Over Felix’s shoulder, Minho makes eye contact with Hyunjin, who is staring at them darkly, his bottom lip worried between his teeth so prettily Minho wants to replace it with his fingers. He tightens his grip on Felix’s hair, and the boy in his lap chuckles out a moan.

“Brat,” he grunts and Felix shrugs, extricates his lithe legs from Minho’s lap, crawling over to where Jisung is still hovering over you and smashes his lips to Jisung’s in a quick, filthy kiss that makes Jisung sway and almost tip over, nails digging into the carpet next to you. But as quickly as that, Felix pulls back, presses a peck to your lips and turns around, looking at Minho with a challenge in his eyes as he crawls across the circle.

The room is dead silent, everyone’s eyes on Felix as he calmly makes his way over to … Minho huffs out a disbelieving laugh. He knew it. Chan looks pale, his hands lying uselessly in his lap, doing nothing to obstruct their view of his boner, and not moving to stop Felix as he crawls towards him, closer and closer, until he’s right there, hovering in front of his face and looking at him. When Chan’s eyes flicker down to Felix’s lips for just a split second, Felix takes it as an answer, leans forward and brushes his nose against Chan’s before going in for a full kiss, soft but intense. Minho watches with rapt attention, watches as Chan’s eyebrows draw together, watches his hand shoot up and hover over Felix’s shoulder before finally bearing down, palm running down his arm until he can cover Felix’s hand with his. Changbin next to them looks like he might pass out, something between wonder and horror on his face, gaze flickering away when Chan and Felix finally part. Felix doesn’t smile when he turns around and returns to his place, leaning into Hyunjin’s side. Hyunjin watches him closely, throws an arm around his shoulders and presses a kiss into his hair.

Minho can feel it, a sense of guilt settling in his stomach for forcing Felix into this, so he thinks it’s only fair for him to break the tension. He turns around and makes eye contact with Seungmin, throwing him a lopsided, cocky grin. Seungmin’s eyes widen before Minho can even open his mouth.

“Come here then, puppy,” he mumbles, snatches Seungmin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and tugs him in for a kiss that makes Seungmin nearly lose his balance, an undignified squeak falling from his lips as he nearly topples over but still leans forward, closer, wrapping his palm around Minho’s arm, like he’s trying to hold him in place. Minho lets his tongue slip between Seungmin’s velvety plump lips, licks at his teeth filthily until Seungmin’s jaw relaxes, lets him pry it open as much as he wants. But he seems to be in the mood to tease his subby little boys because he forces himself to pull back again, way too early for even his own liking, making Seungmin almost slump forward, lips still parted, blinking up at him so hazy Minho’s cock twitches in his pants.

But Seungmin doesn’t take long to regain his senses, blushing a furious red as he blinks the haze from his eyes, and pulls back, eyes trained on the ground.

“Jesus Christ,” Changbin breathes out, his cheeks still flushed as he blinks at the bottle, “was that everyone now? Please tell me that was everyone.”

Minho is just about to answer when he hears it, Jisung’s barely contained whimper and the choked, heady moan that follows, and his brain short-circuits.

“Did Jisung just …” Jeongin rasps out, his face a grimace of stunned disbelief.

Minho turns and he sees your fucked out, cocky smile before he sees Jisung’s face buried in your neck, burning ears peeking out from under his floppy hair. His back is heaving, tremors running through his body where he’s grinding into you half-heartedly. Minho would feel embarrassed or bad for Jisung, if he didn’t know that what likely brought Jisung to a head was the fact that everyone was watching, his burning ears a sign of shame, yes, but a type of shame that will make him hard for the rest of his life. His sweet little boy, sweet nasty little boy.

“Jisung and Minho are still left,” Felix observes, sticking out his tongue when Minho glares at him.

“I’m not kissing Jisung right now, not when he …” Chan blurts out and waves his hand around the air vaguely, freezing when eight pairs of eyes whip over to him, some in utter disbelief. Minho nearly laughs out loud.

“You … and Jisung,” Jeongin whispers, his eyebrows furrowing further before he lets his head drop into his hands, “this group is insane.”

Hyunjin chuckles lightly, “it’s okay, Innie, we’re just having fun.”

Jeongin lifts his head and sends Hyunjin a sharp glance that makes Hyunjin swallow drily. “I’m not done with you yet.”

And as much as Minho is enjoying the view, the revelations, the sheer sexual tension in the room, his dick is so painfully hard that it hurts.

He can feel everyone’s eyes on him as he scoots over to where Jisung is slowly, dazedly, peeling himself off you with his cheeks still bright red and a sizeable wet spot in his sweats. Minho reaches out a hand to run it through Jisung’s tangled hair.

“Well done, Sungie,” he murmurs and Jisung whines, a grimace of shame and arousal painting his whole face as Minho leans in and kisses him softly. “Now let me have her, won’t you.”

You breathe out a weak chuckle, watching as Minho helps Jisung climb off you, dazedly sitting up and hiding his face in Hyunjin’s back when he realises everyone’s staring at him. Hyunjin pats his shoulder comfortingly, but his eyes are on Minho, as Minho scoops you up and pulls you into his lap. And no, usually Minho doesn’t like so many eyes on him when he kisses you or Jisung, but something about the way Hyunjin is looking at him, the way the eyes of all these men who have gotten to kiss you and fuck you are on him – he is burning up with it, with the jealous need to pull you into his arms.

When you’re settled between Minho’s safe arms, you give him a devastating smile and Minho grins back, dragging his lips along your jaw until his breath hits the shell of your ear. His voice a whisper just for you when he finally speaks.

“Let me remind them all who you belong to.”

He hears your giggle and then you turn your head and capture his lips and his eyes slip shut as his hands drag up your thighs and to your ass and when he slips his tongue into your mouth he can taste Jisung but also so many other tongues on you that he momentarily blacks out, jealousy and arousal crackling through his body, his cock leaking into his boxers. He rips his mouth from you, relishing in your hot lips travelling down his throat as he reaches over to the bottle, pretending to spin it and making it point at himself.

“7 minutes in heaven or something. With her,” he rasps out and you chuckle wildly into his neck, biting at the skin so hard it makes goosebumps break out all over his skin, “though I don’t think we’ll need more than five.”

Jisung grins stupidly where he’s half collapsed into Hyunjin, watching as Minho winds an arm around you and gets up, carrying you into the bathroom, watching as the door swings shut and the members stare after you dumbfounded. His boxers are still sticky, and his cock is already interested again, but he just allows himself to sink further into Hyunjin, nuzzling his face into his shoulder. He observes carefully as Jeongin’s eyes linger on Hyunjin, his brows furrowed in thought as his eyes slip over where Hyunjin sits, with both Jisung and Felix draped over him and Jisung briefly wonders what will happen. Then something clatters to the floor in the bathroom and he gets distracted, his mouth watering as he waits for you and Minho to come back out, at which point he hopes Minho will drag you both into his room and Jisung can finally get Minho’s dick in his ass where the plug has been pressing into him the whole night.

When the toothpaste tips over and tumbles over the edge of the counter, you barely notice, too distracted by Minho’s hot, demanding hands slipping into your pants and panties, tucking them down your legs impatiently. You let him pry your mouth open further with his tongue and dig your nails into his neck just the way he likes it and he groans, his hands flying to his own jeans to undo his belt and shove them down his legs. The belt buckle clacks against the tiles.

“Please tell me you won’t last long either,” he growls into your mouth and presses another feverish kiss to your lips before he turns you around. You bend readily, your hands bracing yourself against the counter. He rocks forward, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance and you moan out, shaking your head furiously.

“I won’t … fuck, please, Min,” you pant out and he presses forward, a few inches of his cock slipping in and stretching you so perfectly your legs start trembling, “just fucking … fuck just fuck me, baby.”

Minho groans and kicks his hips forward, burying himself into your soaking heat with a barely contained moan.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re wet,” he mumbles absentmindedly as he fucks you into you lazily once, twice before his grip on your hips tightens and he starts pulling you back against his cock. Your mind swims and when you lick your lips you can still taste Jisung, can feel the phantom of the breath he had expelled as he came into his pants earlier. Minho snaps his hips harder, one of his hands sliding up your spine until it’s buried in your hair and he pulls, making you arch your back until he’s pounding right into your g-spot.

If it were anyone other than Minho, you might be embarrassed by how fast you’re getting close, already pulsing around his cock where he fucks into you like that, hard and deep and just how you like it, but you can feel him throb, can feel the slight stutter of his hips. When your eyes meet in the mirror, you see the same darkness you saw when you looked over at him after kissing Changbin, can see it consume his gorgeous eyes, and you whimper.

“I’m y-yours, Min,” you manage to pant out and Minho curses, screws his eyes shut, “I’m yours … and Jisung’s … nobody else can … compare.”

Minho moans out, low and tortured, letting go of your hair and smoothing his hand down your back instead.

“Fuck, keep saying it,” he mumbles and you moan again, the heat in your belly building and building as Minho drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m yours,” you pant out, strangled, desperate, “only y-yours, Min. You’re the only one … they don’t … oh, fuck they will never … never have me like this … I- … I love you.”

You wail out your profession of love as your orgasm tears through you, your legs nearly giving out, but Minho catches you, pulling you against him and letting your frantically clenching cunt take him over the edge. He cums inside you with a wild moan, continuing to grind into you as he rides it out, shooting ropes and ropes of his seed deep inside you.

You feel boneless when he stills, leaning forward and leaning his forehead against your back. Your legs are still shaking, but he keeps you upright. When he pulls out, you can feel hot, sticky seed spill out of you and you hiss, clenching almost automatically to try to keep it in. Minho hums, his eyes trained between your legs. He licks his lips but seems to change his mind, instead pulling up his own pants and grabbing some toilet paper, holding you up by your hips as he gently cleans you up. When he’s done, he balls up the tissue and throws it into the toilet.

He gives you a lopsided grin and presses a kiss to your nape.

“The rest you’re gonna keep in for me.”

He dresses you, pulling your clothes back into place and dragging a comb through your hair where he had gripped it, and then he pats your ass and moves to the door. He whispers a hushed I love you into your lips before he ushers you out, but then all gentleness is wiped from his face, and is replaced by your favourite kind of cocky possessiveness when the members stare at him.

“Five minutes, on the dot,” Jisung stage-whispers to you when you sink down next to him, loud enough for the whole room to hear, and you slap his arm. He just leans in and steals a kiss, licking Minho’s taste off your lips and turns back to the room.

“Now who wants do shots?”

wanna see minho's pov of the kiss with changbin? I wrote a 1.7k word drabble about it

was this too insane? pls let me know. also the way I left the ending open and still have truths and dares and never have i ever questions open, what is wrong with me

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