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matryosika · 8 months

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Recording Sessions

Pairing — 3racha and Reader

Wordcount — 3,485 words

Genre — Smut

Warnings — Dom!Chan and Changbin, Switch(sub lean)!Jisung, consensual voice recording. Dirty talk, use of petnames (slut), mild humiliation, oral sex (m. receiving), brief spanking, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, mild cum play, sex in a recording booth.

Autor's note — Wrote this a while ago for a commission, but as I was lurking through my google drive I found this again. I think its fun and I've been meaning to post something for a while now, but I can't get anything done sadly. I think I wrote this back in may or june? I am not too sure, but I hope you like it! I've been writing for NCT these days and I have 2 wips for them. I'm also working on something with Lee Know as a character. I hope I can get any of that finished soon! Hope you enjoy this, and I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes in advance 🤍

“Do any of you even know what a real moan sounds like?”

The look on their faces is amusing. Hadn't you been inside the recording booth, you're sure Changbin would have already headlocked you in a playful manner for running your mouth.

But you are inside the recording booth, the three of them sitting in the studio with frustration written all over their faces.

“This sounds so fake,” you continue, taking off the headset. “What did you type in youtube to get this sample? Women moaning ASMR?”

“You’re not being helpful at all, you know that?” Changbin asks, trying to keep a serious demeanor but failing almost miserably every time he remembers the audio samples that are currently as background vocals in their upcoming song. They do sound awful, but he isn't as straight-forward as you are.

“Well, you asked for my opinion and I’m giving it to you,” the smug look on your face pisses off Chan just a little, but it is nothing new —the endless bickering between the both of you has happened ever since you two met. It's always light-hearted and friendly, but it surely does bring some tension into your friendship with him.

“Any ideas on how we can improve this?”

“For once, get rid of all the fake moaning and get something that actually sounds like a woman being pleasured,” you instruct them, and smile when you see the three of them paying attention to your words. They have such abilities when it comes to music and producing, but they often look for constructive criticism outside their small group of three just to see things from different perspectives. “We don’t sound like that, it’s more like gasping for air and deep sighs accompanied with mostly quiet moans. This sounds like someone shouting exaggeratedly”.

“I’ve tried,” Chan murmurs, leaning back on his studio chair that he spins slightly. “But nothing sounds right. It’s a bit too much, maybe”.

“No, I do think the song calls for background sounds like these,” you encourage the trio. “It’s just- you need something more raw and real”.

There’s a quick moment of silence in which the four of you exchange glances, without exactly saying anything in particular.

Changbin and Chan look too deep into their own thoughts, probably trying to come up with another idea or alternative for that sound sample you all hate so much. Jisung, on the other hand, is staring right into you through the glass barrier that separates you from them, with an idea in mind he’s not quite sure how to deliver, but that he ends up doing it anyway.

“What if we record you?” Jisung asks, drawing the scowling glances of the other two. “I mean, you can obviously fake them since you're a woman, right?”

The suggestion has you cackling quietly, but even Chan and Changbin are considering it —you can tell by how they're looking at you as if they're expecting your verdict.

“Right,” you scoff, crossing both of your arms in front of your chest, “because what better way to spend my Saturday afternoon than faking moans inside a recording booth”.

“It’s not going to take you long,” It’s Chan who speaks this time. The one you thought was going to be the least to be on board with such a crazy idea. “We all know this isn’t going to be the first time you fake them”.

Your mouth opens in awe and you curse them mentally when they all laugh under their breaths. It was just one time, with a guy you didn’t even like, and you told them about it because you wanted to get the embarrassing memory out of your system. You were too bored, and desperate to go, that you ended up faking a series of moans that tricked him into thinking you were finished.

“Very funny, Christopher,” you spit, resentful. “I thought you promised not to bring that shit up, ever again”.

“And I thought you promised you’d help us,” Chan attacks, “so what is it going to be?”

You look at them for a couple of seconds, pondering the situation. You can help them, you really have nothing better to do —yet a better idea comes to mind.

“Why faking it if you can have the real deal?” you ask, nibbling at the skin against your fingernails. You’re trying to appear collected, but even suggesting such a crazy idea it’s making you feel uneasy. Unless you've gotten the signals wrong, you know they won't turn down such a proposal. “You’re all just sitting there, when one of you could help me”.

It’s Jisung who leans down over the console, clicking a red button to open the microphone.

“What exactly are you proposing?”

“Well, you were the one who pinned this on me, Han,” judging by their facial expressions, you know they understood exactly what you meant. They just want to make sure you are all on the same page. “Why don’t you come here and help me, so we can get this over with?”

“Why him?” Changbin immediately asks, offended even because you didn't consider him as your first option.

“Do you want to help me too?” you chuckle, “because I wouldn’t mind if you joined”.

“Han,” Chan’s cold voice interrupts the silence, catching the attention of the younger. He doesn’t say anything else, but rather signals for him to get inside the recording booth with a tilt of his head.

Jisung doesn’t say anything either, but his eyes flutter between you and Chan, almost begging for further instructions. He hesitates, perplexed. Not because he doesn’t want this, but because he really can’t begin to comprehend this is really happening.

“If you don’t want to, Changbin can do it,” the older speaks again.

“N-no, I mean- I can do it,” Jisung stands up from his studio chair abruptly and hastily, like he is in a rush. To be honest, he kind of is —he has been daydreaming of this moment ever since he met you, so he isn't going to waste it. Even if that means there are going to be other people watching or involved. “I just- what do I do?”

Chan and Changbin scoff quietly, teasing him. “You should ask her that question,” the former replies, crossing both of his arms and leaning back on his chair, “not us”.

“Yeah, okay”.

Jisung walks inside the booth, swallowing thickly. Is he really about to do this? Is he dreaming? Or is this some sort of a sick joke?

He can’t help but overthink the situation, but every single one of his thoughts goes away when you welcome him into your embrace, holding him tightly against your body with his half-hard cock pressing against your lower abdomen and your tits against his toned chest. The other two are watching, and that only riles him up a lot more.

“Have you ever been this shy?” You tease him, wrapping your arms around his neck and brushing your lips against his. “You’re always so cocky, always running your mouth. But right now you aren’t. I wonder why”.

“We don’t have that much time,” Chan warns you through the speakers, and you can feel the despair in his voice. Like Changbin, he’s anticipating something and you’re edging them, just like you are to Jisung.

“Then I’m going to need more help,” you hum, latching your fingers against Jisung’s dark hair while pulling him closer to the crook of your neck. He loses no time and starts kissing and licking the sensitive flesh, hiding his face there. You, on the other hand, look through the glass barrier proudly to the other two who are out. “From the both of you”.

“One isn’t enough for you? Do you need the three of us?” Chan asks, poking his cheek with his tongue. Changbin, on the other hand, observes the scene in awe, with both excitement and impatience. You don't reply, but shoot an accomplice glance at the older. “I always knew you were some of a slut, I just didn’t think this much”.

“Well, now you know,” you smile, biting your lower lip when Jisung sucks on a sensitive spot a bit too harshly, “so start recording”.

The following moments are blurry, perhaps because of how nervous you are. You try to act in control, like you're the one calling the shots. But when you feel the three of them near you, with their hands all over you, it's hard to.

“You’re not that bold now, are you?” Chan whispers in your ear, pressing your arse against his crotch. To your sides, there’s Jisung and Changbin, who grope and kiss your body as much as the other allows them to.

“I’m doing this for you,” you sigh, kicking your head back until it meets Chan’s shoulder.

“Right,” he scoffs, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to kneel in front of Changbin and Jisung. “We just wanted your advice, but somehow we ended up like this”.

“I wonder why,” you tease him looking up to him while your hands tease the men in front of you.

“I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s such a filthy slut,” Changbin murmurs, caressing your hair back.

You can feel them through their sweatpants —you can feel how hard and ready they are for you, how desperate they are for your touch. You wish to take your sweet time with them, to suck the three of until they come in your mouth only to fuck you afterwards.

You want more than just a quick fuck. But this will have to do for now.

“Suck them off,” Chan orders, pleased with the sight of you on your knees.

Good thing you’re wearing such accessible clothes today —you’re making his job ten times easier.

“Get us nice and wet, baby,” Changbin proceeds, pulling your head against his crotch while he lowers his sweatpants just enough to release his throbbing cock. “We’re going to fuck you with it, so it’s up to you how easy you’re going to make this for yourself”.

“Don’t forget Jisung too,” the one behind you murmurs into your ear, practically kneeling right beside you while he pulls up your dress, revealing a shameful piece of clothing that he can barely name as underwear. The sight makes Chan’s cock throb even harder. “See how much he’s leaking? I know he has been dreaming of this for a while now”.

“Fucker,” Jisung hisses through gritted teeth, feeling betrayed by his friend. Truth is, he isn’t telling any lies.

“Aw, you have?” He has been infatuated with you for quite some time now, and he is too awkward to be discreet about it. You have caught him checking you out shamelessly, and it has always been a turn on for you.

“We all have,” Changbin says, nibbling at his lower lip when you wrap your hand around his cock. You squeeze both of them hard, staring up at them with a mischievous smile. “If only you knew what we talk about when you’re not around”.

“Mh, I feel a little excluded now,” you pout. “Why don’t you guys just show me?”

You spent another ten minutes on your knees, being throat fucked by your dearest friends Changbin and Jisung. They take turns in burying their cocks inside your warm mouth, using your hair as leverage to let you know which one of them to suck next.

In the meantime, Chan just watches.

You’re drooling all over yourself by now, your shirt ruined with a mixture of spit, precum and sweat. Your skin feels sticky, your mouth feels full and your pussy feels wet —you really wouldn’t be surprised if the floor was stained with your arousal.

“C’me here,” Chan tells you, grabbing you by your arm and helping you get in a different position. Your knees are bruised and red, but you don’t really care —tomorrow it will be a fun reminder of what happened today. “Now let’s really start recording”.

You lay on the floor on all fours, with your ass up and your hands and knees supporting your body weight. It's an uncomfortable position, but you can only do much in a recording booth with no bed or couches.

The first one to take a spot right behind you is Changbin. Out of the three, it’s the one who seems more desperate to get his release and you kind of understand him —you’re desperate to feel something too, anything.

“I don’t have-” his voice is strangled, almost panicking. You can feel his hands gripping your hips, and the tip of his cock brushing against your slit.

“I don’t care,” you encourage him, whimpering when Chan forces your head to face his throbbing dick that he has his fist wrapped around. “Just fuck me”.

It’s the heat of the moment that's getting the best out of you, but you can’t begin to regret it when you feel Changbin’s cock burying itself little by little inside your aching pussy. You try to hold back your moans, worrying that someone outside the hall might hear you, but you know it’s practically impossible.

Plus, that’s the reason why you’re there, anyways.

So you start enjoying the moment, being as vocal as possible. If anything, the lewd sounds escaping through your lips are only pushing Changbin towards the edge, hips snapping at yours roughly enough to get a series of strained moans immersed in both pleasure and pain.

“You sound so g-good,” Changbin grunts, biting his lower lip to stop himself from being too loud. “Had I known your moans were this pretty, I've would've fucked you before”.

“Fuck, Changbin”. The way his name falls from your lips boosts his ego, and he’s glad everything is being recorded. He makes a mental note to go back to the recording later today, just in case he needs to unwind.

“Jisung will fuck you after him,” Chan demands your attention yet again, brushing the tip of his cock against your lips. He’s kneeling in front of you while Changbin is pounding your pussy from behind. Jisung, on the other hand, is stroking himself while he witnesses the scene; too shy to actually make a move himself, like the rest of them. “And then I will go next, how does that sound?”

“How many seconds- of the sample do you even need?” you chuckle, but the laugh is soon muffled by another whimper caused by Changbin’s ministrations.

“Just a couple,” he replies, smearing his precum along your lips. “But I’m sure you wouldn’t want to leave this studio without being fucked by Jisung and me, right?”

You love his cockiness, and how he is always almost right. So you nod frantically, clenching around Changbin at the idea of being filled with the both of them in just a couple of seconds.

It doesn’t take him long to come inside you, especially not with how much your pussy is clenching around him. He does so shamelessly, grunting your name and gripping your hips too harshly you’re sure it will leave a mark tomorrow.

When he pulls out, commanded by Jisung who is too desperate to wait another second, you feel his sticky arousal leaking out of you. It’s a weird sensation, and it makes you feel dirty, but you can’t deny you like it.

And you like it even more when you feel the tip of Jisung’s cock gathering all of his friend’s cum, fucking it back into you little by little, making sure it doesn’t go to waste.

“Who would’ve thought, hm?” You whimper, feeling a bit sore from Changbin’s aggressive care. “You’re not as innocent as I thought, Jisungie”.

He doesn’t say anything, but gives you a sharp thrust in response. One that makes your whole body jolt and tremble, one that earns you one of the prettiest moans the three of them have ever heard.

Chan is sure the recording is good to be used by now, but he doesn’t want to stop just yet. Or at least not until he also gets his fun.

“S-so tight,” Jisung murmurs, holding you more delicately than Changbin did. You love the contrast, though, and they’re both a good fuck. “And warm, all filled up with cum”.

“You’re going to fill me up too, Jisungie?” On any other occasion, the nickname would’ve earned you a killer gaze and a couple of curses from him. But right now, Jisung doesn’t mind. In fact, he likes it. There’s something enticing about you acting like the one in control.

“Can- I?” He asks with a shakily breath. His sloppy movements tell you he is close, and you take it as a compliment. A minute is definitely a record, but you’re really not mad about it.

“That depends,” you tease him, crying out loud when his cock starts hitting sensitive spots inside your walls. “Are you going to come a lot for me?”

“Ngh, y-yes,” Jisung whimpers. “Please, I’m- close, just let- say yes, please”.

“Go on,” you order him, arching your ass even more for him. “Give it to me”.

Not even a couple of seconds later, you feel a now familiar sensation warming up your lower tummy, leaking through your pussy and onto your thighs.

“Shit,” Changbin scoffs, checking the scene out. “You made a fucking mess”.

You want to look at what he did, know how much he came for you, but Chan reinforces your initial position yet again by arching your ass even more.

“Be a good slut for me,” he tells you, landing a sharp spank on one of your ass cheeks. The sudden action makes you cry out in pain, but you don’t hate the sensation completely. “And I’ll be good to you”.

You’re not quite sure what he means, and you don’t get time to ask before he’s bottoming out inside of you.

“Fuck!” you moan, suddenly losing the strength on your arms and your upper body threatening to plop down onto the floor. “C-chan!”

“C’me here,” he groans, sneaking a hand underneath your tummy looking for your clit. Again, the position isn’t the best but he somehow makes it work. And when you feel his digits rubbing your nerves just at the same pace of his thrusts, you start clenching around him even harder.

“Oh my g-god,” that stimulation is exactly what you need to come undone. Jisung and Changbin did a hell of a job getting you closer to your orgasm, but this is exactly what you needed to reach your climax.

And a well deserved one.

“Come,” Chan grunts through gritted teeth, biting his lower lip while furrowing his eyebrows. The sight of your ass bouncing against his cock is enough to get him to come, but he needs you to come first. “I’ll come with you”.

“Ngh- Chan,” and just like some magic words, you’re coming right after his order. He can feel you tightening around him, trying to milk his cock just as badly as you did with the other two. And he can’t resist that feeling, so he sticks up to his word and comes inside you almost at the same time.

“Such- a good- little fucking slut,” his words are strained and painful. But his voice only contributes more to your own orgasm, just like the feeling of his cum filling you up.

It takes the two of you a few moments to actually stop —even after coming, he kept on fucking you slowly until he made sure to fuck all of their cum inside of you. The last thing he wanted was to make a mess inside the recording booth, but it was inevitable.

The floor is stained with all sorts of fluids, ones that are dripping out of your swollen pussy and others that no one knows how they got there.

“Jisung,” Chan sighs, caressing your hips while fixing his clothes. “Stay with her, I’ll go get something to clean her up. Make sure she’s alright, and take her to the sofa in the studio, ‘kay?”

Jisung nods, attentive, and he helps you get up off the floor with ease. He wraps his arm around you, and fixes the top part of your dress to which you mutter a quick and soft thank you.

“Changbin’s going to get you something to eat or drink, and I’ll take care of this. Alright?”

You nod, still supporting your whole weight on Jisung. Your sore legs can only do much.

“He’s going to be with you in the meantime, but we will all be right back,” Chan’s soft gaze is the opposite to what he showed inside the recording booth, but you absolutely adore the contrast.

“Yeah, ‘s okay,” you smile.

“You did good, yeah?” Chan smiles, caressing your hair, “sounded so pretty for us”.

You offer them a weak, yet satisfied smile, “my pleasure”.

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lomlhwa · 1 year

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i can't take it (c.sb)

pairing: student!soobin x tutor!reader

preview: if soobin wasn't failing korean history, he never would've met you. he doesn't know whether it would've been better that way or not. all he does know is that, you wouldn't be on top of him right now if he was passing.

tags/warnings: hard dom!fem reader, sub!soobin, bondage, lots of grinding, 69, fingering, handjob + blowjob, a couple slaps across the face for soobin, degrading (reader is MEAN but soobin is into it), praise, pet names (mommy, momma, mistress), edging, overstimulation, f & m orgasms, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), belly bulge kink, size kink, creampie

trigger warnings: reader is really mean but it's all in the name of pleasure i swear

wc: 2.6k

song recs for this fic: scar by the boyz, chained up by vixx, baby don't stop by nct u, ridin' by nct dream

a/n: this is 2/2 fics dedicated to @toxicccred <3 i really hope you like this subby soob fic. i'm sorry if the random korean war facts in the middle of the smut is weird, it was part of the story T-T

then…

korean history is soobin’s worst class despite literally being korean. he’s not good at memorizing dates or people’s names. his history classes in general are not his forte.

hell, the only thing he’s managed to remember from this class is the name of the pretty girl that sits at the front of the class and always has her hand up.

“y/n,” the teacher says, interrupting soobin’s train of thought with the name of the exact person he was thinking of. “please, enlighten the class with the right answer to my question.”

soobin can see you nod, the smile on your face shining all the way to his back row seat.

“the korean war was fought between north and south korea following clashes along the border and rebellions in the south. said war began on june 25th, 1950,” mr park smiles at you. his favorite student. the undeniably pretty teacher’s pet.

“can you repeat what y/n said, mr choi?” the teacher calls up to soobin, once again snapping him out of a bored daze. you turn around to look at him, catching him off guard.

“t-the korean war was between t-the north and s-south over rebellions and border c-clashes,” he stumbles over his words, avoiding looking at you while he speaks. he knows what you said. he always listens when you speak.

“and when did it begin, soobin,” mr park pressed on. “o-on j-june 25th, 1950,” the teacher, now obviously satisfied with borderline humiliating soobin, goes back to his lesson. you almost feel bad for him.

by the end of class, you’d answered every single one of mr park’s questions and he had tormented soobin to repeat what you had said every time. he honestly wanted to disappear.

“soobin, please stay after class” the teacher says as the bell rings. he sighs and gathers his things before walking up to the front of the class.

“you do realize you’re failing, right?” mr park says as soon as soobin is standing in front of him. soobin nods. “ 43% in my class is not going to get you this credit, soobin. you need to start paying attention and doing the work or i’ll have to fail you-” his rant is interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

he mumbles a ‘come in’ and you peek your lovely little head into the classroom. he almost finds himself smiling in your presence. you smile at the teacher before sauntering into the class.

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t help but overhear that soobin is failing your class, mr park” you make a fake sad noise at the teacher. he laughs and nods. “i could tutor him” soobin’s eyes widen. he swears that they almost fell out of his head in shock.

“that is a wonderful idea, y/n. what a kind offer,” you smile at soobin, finally forcing him to really acknowledge you. “what do you think?” soobin nods hesitantly at you.

“words, soobin,” your statement almost sounds like a command. it sends chills through his body. “yes, i would appreciate your help.” mr park clasps his hands together and sighs.

“if you don’t get your grade up with y/n’s help, i will fail you,” the teacher threatened. soobin gulped before darting for the door to get to his next class, which he was 15 minutes late for.

now…

soobin fiddles with his fingers, sitting at your desk in your bedroom. you’re getting a sheet of paper out from your bag and he can’t help but peek into your shirt as you’re bent down.

“okay, soobie, how many times was seoul captured during the korean war?” you ask him. it’s his weekly quiz on everything you’ve tutored him on. your midterm exams are coming up and soobin needs to pass.

“uhhh, 4 times?” you nod before reading over your question sheet again. you came across a question soobin consistently got incorrect. a question that would for sure be on your exam.

“when did the fighting end and what signified the end?” you cock your eyebrow at him. you’re going to be very upset if he gets this wrong. you’ve done nothing but go over it for the past week.

“20th of july, 1953 and i don’t know what signified it,” soobin looks defeated as you shake your head in disappointment.

“you really can’t do anything right, can you? can you answer a question correctly?” are you… berating him? it feels like something deeper than that to him. it feels somehow dirtier.

“are you too busy staring down my shirt to fucking listen to me when i speak, soobin?” it is something deeper. you’re not berating him, you’re degrading him.

“is that what your problem is, you stupid slut?” you pull your shirt over your head and glare at him. “are these all you’re interested in?” you grab him by the hair and shove his face between your breast. “is this what you wanted from me? did you really think i wouldn’t notice your glances?”

soobin’s eyes roll into the back of his head as you speak to him. who knew that such mean, degrading words could come out of your pretty mouth? he can feel the tent in his pants getting bigger and tighter every time a sentence comes out of you.

“i knew you’d wanted me to fuck you since we met. i saw the way you looked at me every time i walked into class,” soobin flushes red. he thought he’d been discreet.

you pull his head away from your chest and connect your lips. you get up off your chair, grabbing soobin by the collar and leading him to your bed. you disconnect for a moment so you can tell him to sit on your bed. you settle yourself in his lap, your core hovering directly over his bulge.

you reconnect your lips in a messy clash of tongues and pools of saliva. you suck on his bottom lip before biting it lightly. you rock your hips back and forth on his growing bulge. he tilts his head back and lets out a deep groan.

“you’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” you say as you crawl down your bed. you gesture for him to undo the button and zipper on his jeans. you tug them down his legs before tugging his underwear down too.

when you take in his full size, your mouth gapes in shock. he’s massive. you can barely wrap your hand around it fully. how is this size even naturally possible?

you take your own pants and underwear off before crawling back up to him. you plant a fat kiss on his lips before flipping around and hovering your core over his face. you come face to face with his length, the tip red and dripping precum.

you wrap your hand around him the best you can before leaning down and swirling your tongue around the tip. he wraps his arms around your thighs and connects his lips to your sopping cunt. he sucks on it lightly as you pump him at a slow pace.

“what a whore. this hard for your tutor? embarrassing,” you pump him faster and he groans against your core. you lean down again and take as much of him down your throat as you can before gagging. the constriction of your throat makes soobin’s head spin.

you bob your head up and down, trying to take more of him with each pass of your lips. he pulls his mouth away from you and adds his fingers instead. his hips begin to stutter as you pump him along with sucking on him.

“when did the korean war end?” you say, out of the blue. soobin’s eyes fly open, looking at the ceiling. “fuck, i don’t know momma,” you shake your head, disappointed once again. you let go of his length completely and listen to him whine in protest. he was so close.

“whores don’t get to cum until they know the answer,” you reach behind yourself and push his face back to your core. “think about it and make your mistress cum,” you let go of his head and he loses himself in you.

he slurps up your leaking juices. his tongue focusing on your throbbing clit. his nose brushes your hole every once in a while, sending your head spinning. he teases your dripping hole with his fingers, but never fully sinking them in.

you’re shaking and racing towards your orgasm faster than you expected. soobin’s mouth is more talented than you could’ve ever anticipated. soon enough, you’re spilling yourself onto his tongue.

you get off his face and grab his cheeks. “give me the fucking right answer,” you demand. he shakes his head. he really doesn’t know. “dumb slut,” you harshly slap him across the face, but not too hard. soobin’s length twitches at the harsh contact.

you reach into your bedside table and pull out purple ribbon. you unravel two longer parts and grab one of soobin’s hands. you use one of the parts to tie his hand to your headboard, making a cute little bow on his wrist. you repeat the same process on his other wrist.

“what a pretty little bitch, all tied up for me,” you kiss him again. “do you like your cute little bows, whore?” he nods and struggles against his restraints as your brush your hand over his cock lightly. he whines against your mouth when you grip him, pumping ever so slowly.

“i’m gonna quiz you again. every right answer, i’ll go faster. one wrong answer and i’ll stop. don’t fuck up,” you explain. soobin nods hesitantly. he should’ve paid more attention. now, he’ll really have to rack his brain.

“who was the leader of south korea during the korean war?” you halt your hand completely until he answers. “syngman rhee,” he mutters just loud enough for you to hear.

“good boy,” you slowly move your hand again before asking another question. “who was the leader of north korea during the korean war?” soobin pulls against his restraints, your pace driving him insane.

“kim il sung,” another right answer. you pick up the pace again, causing soobin to curse under his breath. he bucks his hips up into your hand, needing more.

“two more questions, slut,” you sigh, rolling your eyes at his desperation. “how many war fatalities?” he should know this one. he always gets this type of question right.

“3 m-million,” correct again. your hand begins a much faster pace. soobin is beginning to lose his mind. his orgasm creeping up on him faster than he’d like. too fast. you’d never let him cum already.

“last one,” you give him a sweet smile. a demonstration of kindness that feels foreign in this situation. “when. did. the. korean. war. end?” you emphasize each word with a hard tug on his length. he knew that’s what you were going to ask.

“july 27th, 1953,” finally. the right answer. you’re over the moon. you speed up just slightly, really smiling at him this time. “good boy. good fucking boy,” he throws his head back, his hips stuttering.

“momma, k-k-kiss m-me, please,” he asked so nicely that you couldn’t resist. you kiss him softly in comparison to your fast pace on his length. his breathing significantly picks up by the minute. you know he’s close.

“cum for me, slut,” you demand. he nods. shooting pathetic ropes of cum all over your hand and his stomach. but, your hand doesn’t stop. you continue your merciless pace. he takes his lips away from yours to cry out at the overstimulation.

“ah! t-too much, mommy,” you scoff at him. “pathetic behavior from a pathetic slut. i know you can give me another one,” your hand quickens again. soobin’s eyes roll back so hard it almost hurts.

when he re-opens them, you’re licking the drying cum off his stomach. his second orgasm hits almost instantly, this time also dirtying your hair in the process. he whines loudly, wishing his hands were free to cover his mouth.

you finally let go of his cock, giving him some time to catch his breath. embarrassment finally hits him. his high pitched whines, the names he called you, those were completely out of his control.

out of nowhere, your mouth is next to his ear. he can feel your hot breath against his skin. “can i take you raw, soobie?” he just about chokes on his own saliva at your question. he nods. “please do, momma.”

you settle your knees on either side of his hips. you lift up slightly to slide him into you. you sink down slowly, the stretch stinging your core. soobin gnaws on his lip as you take him in fully. he can slowly see the outline of himself in your stomach. he desperately wants to reach out and brush his hand on it.

once he’s fully sheathed in you, you just sit there for a moment. you feel like he’s in your organs, his tip practically kissing your cervix. you almost feel like you’re going to explode.

“p-please move, mistress,” your hips move on their own at the title. you nod. you place your hands on his ribs for balance. you lift your hips up before slamming back down. soobin sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, mesmerized by the way you look on top of him.

you set a steady pace riding him, making sure not to press on his ribs too hard. soon, your legs start to cramp and your pace slows down. you’re losing your high and so is soobin.

“lemme help you, mommy,” he pulls at his restraints again. you’re too sore to complain so you untie soobin’s cute little purple bows. he massages his wrists for a moment before turning his full attention back to you.

he places his hands on your hips before snapping his hips up into yours. he manages to set a merciless pace, thrusting up into you. you collapse onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck, panting into his ear.

“momma, gonna cum. please can i cum?” he begs. you nod into his neck. “cum inside me, baby. gonna cum for you too,” you shove your face into his neck more as your orgasm crashes over you.

the way you clench around him, your moans in his ear and all his pent up energy makes him release into you. he pumps into you with 4 pathetic shots. the warmth of him filling you up calms you down.

you get up off him slowly, his cum dripping out of your cunt and staining your bedsheets. you scramble off your bed to grab wet cloths. you come back and place one on soobin’s forehead to cool him down. he hadn’t even realized how hot he’d become. you use the other cold, wet cloth to clean off his stomach and clean yourself.

“i wasn’t too harsh, was i?” you ask, kissing soobin softly all over his face. he shakes his head. “you were perfect, momma.”

“if you fail your exam, i’m gonna be so much worse.”

exam result day…

you grab your result folder from your professor before walking over to soobin. you clasp your hands together and walk to your house hand in hand.

as soon as you walk in, you head for your living room.

you open your results first. 98%. a high grade as expected. you’re satisfied with this result.

soobin’s turn to open his folder. 45%. a fail.

he glances up at you in fear. you scoff in his direction. you gesture down the hall, basically just telling him to get up and walk his ass to your bedroom.

he knows what’s coming.

#lomlhwa #txt #tomorrow x together #soobin #choi soobin #txt smut #tomorrow x together smut #soobin smut #choi soobin smut

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hykwrld · 2 years

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊

pairing : nct dream (00 line + mark) x gn!reader (afab anatomy)

contains : dirty talk obvi, dom/sub dynamics, cursing, degradation (hyuck), mentions of public sex (hyuck), mentions of a size kink (jeno) dumbification (jaemin)

a/n : i think read more just hates me so i’ll try to add it later </3 finally felt motivated enough to write this so here’s this mess of a post <333 as always, feedback, asks and reblogs are appreciated <3

MARK LEE

mark’s shy with his words, much preferring to express his content through soft grunts and moans that escape his lips as he fucks you. he doesn’t want to say something wrong and accidentally ruin the mood, he knows how awkward he can be. sometimes, though, he stops overthinking it, just groaning whatever comes to mind under his breath, voice raspy and thick with lust. very rarely is he mean to you, unable to spit out the insults without feeling bad, unless he’s in a specific mood. it’s mostly praise, short, quick phrases that easily summarize how much he loves being buried in your pretty cunt, mumbled into the crook of your neck or your shoulder. mark curses a lot, not knowing what else to say for the most part, but it’s still hot, especially when you’re giving him head. he makes sure you hear every word, wanting you to drink in his praise, listen to how good you make him feel.

“fuck, angel, you’re so warm ‘nd tight, could stay inside you forever”.

HUANG RENJUN

renjun usually prefers soft love making over rough, fast sex but that doesn’t mean that his vocabulary only consists of praise and sweet words. he works you up with his words while his fingers ghost over your skin, lips brushing your ear or your neck. he likes telling you what he’s planning on doing and seeing your toes curl at the mere thought, nearly having you cum untouched; the ego boost that comes with that is just the cherry on top. he gets possessive really quickly too, telling you that no one else could have you like this, see you like this, make you feel as good as he does. while a lot of his dirty talk stems from his love of seeing you fall apart from him alone, it’s also a reassurance that you’re his as much as he is yours. renjun wants to hear you sob his name when he’s made you cum for the nth time and he asks you who’s the only one who can make you feel like this; he wants to know that he can make you feel good and that you don’t want anyone else.

“what was that, pretty? say it a little louder for me. who’s the only one who can fuck you this good?”

LEE JENO

contrary to popular belief, jeno’s not as harsh with his words as donghyuck is. he can be mean, but you’d both have to be in the mood or piss him off for that. jeno’s not as vocal, but when he speaks, his voice is low and raspy, usually spoken with a smirk on his lips. he likes speaking against your skin or right before he’s about to kiss you because it allows him to see the goosebumps that form or the way you gulp. like mark, jeno curses a lot, usually followed by some praise about how well you take him. he always tells you how good you are for him, how your body was made for him in between his quick thrusts. he just loves seeing how small you are under him (we all know he has a size kink <3) and how small he can make you feel with his words. he loves listening to you moan about how big he is, how good he makes you feel, it boosts his ego and that feeds into his dirty talk as a response.

“wasn’t sure i was gonna fit at first, pretty, but your pussy takes me so well”.

LEE DONGHYUCK

donghyuck is filthy with his words, using them to rile you up whenever he has the chance. he doesn’t sugarcoat his words, often mocking you with fake pity laced in his voice. his tone is mean and condescending, making fun of your inability to get off without him. he loves seeing just how desperate you are for him, for his cock, the words falling past his lips with ease. he makes you earn his praise and even then, it’s backhanded, calling you his good whore for making him cum. hyuck loves whispering in your ear when you’re out in public, seeing you squirm and squeeze your thighs together, trying to make the ache go away. it often leads to you pulling him into a bathroom or a fitting room or, if he makes you wait, the backseat of his car. every word drips with a possessive tone and it’s even worse when he’s jealous. you’re his and you know that.

“flirting with my friends and still begging me for my cock? you think you deserve it after being a little whore?”

NA JAEMIN

this boy is full of praise and sweet words, even if they come off a little meaner than you’re expecting. how can he hold himself back when you look so pretty letting yourself be used like his toy? he always looks at you so fondly, eyes full with love as he fucks you, whispering those soft praises down at you or against your skin as he sucks marks there. he disguises the little bit of degradation in his words with his sweet tone and even sweeter kisses, calling you his slut while gently caressing your face and holding your hand. he’s quick to find the words that affect you the most and whisper them into your ear, starting off with a couple quiet praises, telling you how good you’re being for him, but with every orgasm he pulls from you, his words get just a little bit more humiliating. he loves seeing his pretty baby all fucked out for him, why wouldn’t he let you know how cute he thinks you look?

“my dumb baby, look so cute when you get fucked out from just a little bit of cock”.

#nct dream #nct #nct dream smut #nct smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #renjun smut #huang renjun smut #jeno smut #lee jeno smut #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #donghyuck smut #jaemin smut #na jaemin smut

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thefantasyden · 2 months

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Thanks for stopping by~ ♡

If you would like to learn more about me, my content, or my request guidelines, please open this post.

I post fake texts, reactions, drabbles, and full fics (anywhere between 1500 and 6000 words). My texts are most commonly split between Hyung Line and Maknae Line, and they can vary quite a bit on how raunchy they are.

I'm very kink friendly and have been an active member of the bdsm community for 5+ years so I do not shy away from the vast majority of kinks, but they will always be written as realistically as possible. This means if you request heavier kinks or kinks that are on the deeper end of safety risks, I will do my best to write negotiation and consent checks into the story. I know we all love heavy fantasy content, but I personally will not write themes that imply any character is doing something against their own free will. I WILL, however, consider writing heavier themes if it is an idea that really sparks my interest.

I do not write anything involving character death or heavy angst, but I will write things along the lines of Yandere themes and criminal acts. Anything that does not involve the reader or main character being unwilling or having violent acts committed against them is fair game.

I do not write for ships, but I will write certain points of mxm interaction if it benefits the story (such as threesomes etc.)

I am VERY enthusiastic about fantasy creatures and will HAPPILY write your kinky werewolf fanfic if you ask nicely! I also won't shy away from A/B/O dynamics if you're so inclined... or hybrids. I love me some hybrids.

If you're unsure about whether I'd be willing to write your request, please take a look at my list below of wills and wonts. If you don't see what you want on there, shoot me a message or an ask.

Ult group: Stray Kids

Bias: ♡♡Changbin♡♡

Wrecker: Seungmin

Personality: I have been described as Spicy, Witty and Dog Coded. I love deeply and aggressively and usually communicate that through being cheeky, flirty and a little bit of a bully to the people I'm giving affection too.

Personal Account: @bunniebinnie for kpop, @bunniedreams for everything else

Favourite Song now: Last Breath - Mark Tuan

Favourite Colour: Pastel Yellow (true yellow, not the orange or green tinted yellows)

Favourite Book: Ultraviolet

Hobbies: writing, photography, collecting plush toys, gaming, drawing

Age: 25 years old

For the astrology hotties: Libra sun, Aquarius moon, Pisces rising

How long have I been writing: I have been writing fanfic for about 7 years. I had 2 old blogs, one dedicated to nct and one for stray kids, but I chose to start over after an extended hiatus (moving, work, life).

Pet peeve: The sound of chewing gum

You may recognise some of the content here, and if you do, please feel free to ask. I will never copy another persons work, but I may repost some of my old work that I enjoyed with some edits.

Do you write cnc?

A: Depends on the context, but generally, I will say yes as long as there is no violence (oitside of impact play) and I can write it with negotiation and context.

Is your favourite content to write?

A: I really like doing drabbles and anything Hybrid related. I love hybrids. Have I mentioned that I love hybrids¿

Do you only write Sub Reader?

A: Nope! I'm a switch through and through so I will write whatever role the people are interested in!

Do our request have to have kink in them?

A: Not at all! I love wholesome vanilla content just as much as the messed up spicy stuff.

How do we send requests?

A: Just jump into my ask box and ramble your idea to me. You can be as detailed or vague as you want, but please include if you want it to be written without the use of pronouns!

Why do you add banners to everything?

A: I just think they're fun! I like my cute lil doodles.

Do you have any other blogs?

A: ooft, quite a few! @thefantasydenarchives for all my asks and polls, etc so I can keep this blog somewhat organised, @bunniebinnie is for my kpop fic recs and anything else kpop related, @markmein for my NCT content (needs work) and @bunniedreams for my personal stuff

Will write:

Edge play kinks, fictional creatures (hybrids, werewolves, ghosts), ot8 scenarios, threesomes and anything above a threesome, dubious consent, unhinged member x reader, violence NOT committed against reader, ftm reader, marijuana use.

Will not write:

Pregnant reader, lactation kink, barely legal, high school, young reader x much older member and vice versa, dad stray kids, parent reader, hard drug use, violence against reader, character death, heavy angst, cheating.

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jihyoruri · 1 year

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SOUR GRAPES 🍇

❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚ in which, what happens when yunjin falls in love with her girlfriends best friend.

PARING — idol yunjin x idol reader

00. 4 baddies 1 child

PANDORA

pandora; pandora is a five member girl group under sm entertainment, the girl group debuted february 14th 2022 with their hit song “cry for me”, the girl group is now topping the charts and are one of the biggest 4th gen girl groups, this group consist of the members, jungeun, yena, yuqi, yn and yungen.

yn 📁🩰, position: main rapper, vocalist, centre, fotg , dancer. 02 liner yn is a global chanel ambassador, she trained under yg entertainment for four years, her best friends are maya and ningning, not the biggest fan of maya’s girlfriend yunjin, gets teased the most in the group, is a very talented writer, is very close with all the girls but is the closest with yuqi, fake rivalry with yena, amazing vocalist, viral vid of both her and ningning falling down the stairs, loves baking.

yuqi 📼📁, position: sub rapper, vocalist. 01 liner yuqi is the rodrick of the group, has a deep voice, very honest, was under cube entertainment for two years, loves to cause havoc, very close with yn, is always breaking the rules, likes to tease yn, has one sided rivalry with mark from nct, fans like to joke that she’s an alcoholic. both her an yn have a lot of matching melody and kuromi stuff (yn melody her kuromi)

yena 💿📁 position: lead rapper, vocalist, dancer. 00 liner yena is an ex izone member, literally a ace, has fake beef with yn, was supposed to be leader, as soon as izone disbanded sm entertainment asked her if she wants to be apart of the lineup of the girl group they’re gonna debut, has her own tiktok, buys the best gifts, gets shipped with yn the most(ppl love to edit their augments from their variety shows because of “tension”)

youngeun🧋📁position: vocalist, dancer, visual 05 liner, youngeun is a menace to society, greg heffley reincarnated, loves to tease yuqi, underrated vocals, only socializes with her entertainment mates (sm family) because she has beef with everyone else in the industry for some reason, likes to sneak into yn’s room in the early mornings to sleep with her, was supposed to be added in the group a year later, stalks fans on every social media possible.

jungeun🌸📁 position: leader, main vocalist 99 liner, is the mom of the group, is basically raising youngeun, forces yn to go grocery shopping with her, failed all her driving tests, trained under sm the longest,gives the best advice, is always asking yn to bake for her, yuqi stresses tf outta her, viral vid of her scolding the girls at mama for talking to much, unintentionally glares at everyone, is ice spice’s bias.

previous m.list next

📁💌 pandora best gg

taglist @lcv3lies @dream-chasers-things @saerabay @captivq

#le sserafim #yunjin #yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #lesserafim x reader #chaewon #yunjin imagines #eunchae #huh yunjin #kazuha le sserafim #sakura lesserafim

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starlitmark · 2 years

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Pairing: Yuta x fem!reader x Shotaro x Yangyang

Genre: smut

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption (not in smut scenes)

Smut Warnings: foursome, mxm content, switch!reader, sub!Shotaro and Yangyang, dom!Yuta, oral sex, unprotected sex, marking/hickeys, pet names, clit play, creampie

Summary: Shotaro accidentally admitted something, Yangyang decided to tell tall tales, and Yuta puts an end to all of it… you’re just along for the ride (and it’s a fun one)

Word Count: 7,379

Requested by: @meowniee

Note: completely unedited/beta-ed but here we are!!

It wasn’t an odd thing to have Shotaro at the WayV dorm, in actuality, it was more like he was a permanent resident there. More so than the actual members sometimes. Now was no exception, Yangyang had yet again invited him over and unlike normal, they weren’t playing games. They just sat in his room in each other’s presence, neither of them saying much past random offhanded comments. Yangyang was lounging back on his bed scrolling through Instagram while Shotaro sat in Yangyang’s gaming chair randomly watching Tiktoks that the other 00 line members had sent him earlier that day.

“Dude,” Yangyang randomly blurts out, “you know who I think is really fucking hot?”

“Hyuck?” Shotaro replies without missing a beat.

“Yes but that’s not who I’m talking about.” he responds quickly.

“Who?” “Yuta’s girlfriend,” Shotaro sputtered out a cough when he heard his friend’s comment, “I was just on Instagram and Yuta posted to his private account, you know, the one for just us and idol friends. He took her to the beach and holy fuck her ass looked so good in that bathing suit.”

Shotaro shuttered slightly, though it was a completely fake reaction, “Why are you staring at her ass you perv?” he laughs, throwing the pillow he was holding at the pink-haired boy.

“I wasn’t trying to, it was just there!” he tries to defend himself, staying quiet for a minute after clearly thinking about something, “This is completely hypothetical,” he blurts again.

“What is?” the blonde asks with an air of skepticism.

“Do you ever think about what it would be like to suck a dick?”

Shotaro doesn’t think before he speaks, “I don’t need to, I’ve done it before.”

“What?!” the other yells, sitting up straight on his bed now, “When? Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Um, you weren’t supposed to know that.”

“What? Why? I’m your best friend! At least tell me who’s dick it was.”

Shotaro had a small internal battle for a while, he’s been sleeping with Yuta and his girlfriend for months now. No one knew about it, other than Mark who had walked in on them, he promised not to say a word though. That had been quite the embarrassing moment for the younger as well, he was in a rather compromising position at the time. It couldn’t hurt to tell Yangyang, but he also knew his friend, he would want all the details. Especially if he knew that Yuta’s girlfriend was involved, Yangyang shamelessly thirsted after the slightly older woman. Yuta let him flirt with her, he knew Yangyang was harmless at the end of the day. Weighing his options he decided to just explain the situation. It wasn’t like it was incriminating, it was just how his and Yuta’s friendship worked.

“Yuta,” he mumbles out finally, “it was Yuta’s.”

Yangyang looked speechless, his jaw dropped to the floor hearing the blonde’s confession.

“I’m going to need backstory or at least an explanation.” he says after a few moments.

Shotaro sighs, “Yuta was my first friend here. I would always ask him questions about life and about being a singer, especially when I was still training. When I found out I was debuting in NCT our bond only got closer. He taught me a lot. I remember one night he was staying at his girlfriend’s place and normally I would leave him alone, he enjoys being alone with her. They don’t get a lot of alone time because of our career.” he explains, “That night was different though, it was probably around 9:30 or 10 at night and I got a text. I wasn’t even close to being asleep yet but I was still shocked when it was a text from Yuta. He asked me to come over to her place and join them for a movie night. I’ve always-”

“Dude you’re dragging this on longer than it needs to.” Yangyang interrupts.

“It’s all important just let me talk.” the Japanese boy bites back, “I’ve always gotten along with y/n, she’s always taken care of me just like Yuta has. I didn’t think anything of it so I just got dressed and stopped at the store on my way to grab a few extra snacks I knew she didn’t keep there that both Yuta and I enjoy. When I get there I, stupidly, didn’t think to knock before entering. She had told me her code ages ago when Yuta was too drunk and I needed to drop him off while she was working late. Anyway, I open the door and she was on his lap heavily making out and I didn’t know how to react. I just stuttered out a weird noise and shuffled into the kitchen hoping the floor would swallow me. I heard her giggle, it was really pretty, god it was so pretty.”

“Taro.” Yangyang stated with an annoyed tone, “Finish it up.” “Fine, basically we hung out for a while but I ended up sleeping on the couch. I wake up to, um, really loud moans. Really pretty, but really fucking loud. I tried to ignore it and sleep but that didn’t work too well. In the morning when she greeted me she was walking funny and was covered in hickeys. I wasn’t thinking, I saw Yuta and straight-up asked ‘how do you do that?’ and he was confused so I clarified ‘how did you manage to make her like that, all covered in hickeys and experiencing dick hangover.’ since that moment Yuta and y/n have been teaching me about sex. Yuta just happens to be a more… hands-on teacher in that specific realm of teaching.”

“You’ve fucked y/n?”

“Is that all you got out of that?” Shotaro huffs slightly annoyed.

“But you have fucked her, right?”

“Yeah, but we were talking about the fact that you wonder what it’s like to suck dick.”

Yangyang huffs and flops back on his bed rather dramatically. Shotaro laughs at his exaggerated motions but doesn’t say anything more. Yangyang stays staring at the ceiling for a while one hand casually resting above his head. Shotaro had gone back to scrolling through his phone and let his friend sit there contemplating whatever he was as long as he needed. Of course, in classic Yangyang fashion though he says exactly what’s on his mind the moment he thinks it.

“Do you think Yuta would let me join?” “What?” the blonde exclaims, looking at the other with a very astonished look.

“Do you think he would let me join?”

“No.” he responds shortly, “You and I both know I have a very different dynamic with him than you do.”

“Could I watch then? It couldn’t hurt to just watch.” “You’re hopeless.”

Shotaro knew what it meant when he got a random text this late at night from Yuta. Especially on a weekend, he spends the weekend with you, he knew what was up. He sped out of the dorm as fast as he could knowing that too. He hardly got a goodbye out to Sungchan as he slammed the door shut. What he hadn’t expected was to be greeted with you still fully clothed when he gets to your apartment. Yuta was mulling over a wine glass watching some foreign movie completely unbothered by his arrival. You smiled at the younger boy and hugged him like you always do. The shock written across his face was expected on your end. You knew what your boyfriend had texted him, it was the typical text for when He had something new to teach him within sexual realms or just wanted him there for everything.

“Hi Taro baby.” you greet, “Want a glass too? We were just about to get comfy.” you smile brightly.

“Something feels off.” he immediately responds.

Yuta chuckles against the rim of his glass, “I heard an interesting comment from Dejun today when he came in for recording.” Shotaro’s stomach sank through the floor, he should’ve known better than to tell Yangyang what was going on. As much as he loved his friend he should’ve thought about how that boy can’t keep a secret for his life of him. You notice how he shifts back and forth on his feet, it’s a nervous habit of his you had taken notice of the first time you had been introduced to him. You step closer and rest a hand on his shoulder. His attention immediately shifts to you and you’re met with wide slightly panicked eyes.

“Do you need a minute? You know I hate seeing you so upset.”

“I’m- yeah, it’s okay.” he responds, then turning back to Yuta, “What did he say? Anything interesting.”

He was trying so hard to seem casual, internally he was panicked but he didn’t want to let that show. Yuta chuckled again and motioned for the younger to come to sit beside him. Slowly the younger does approach and sits beside him. You can feel the nervousness radiating off of Shotaro as he sits beside your boyfriend. Quietly, you approach the pair sitting on Shotaro’s other side. Reaching toward his hands, which were tightly clasped together, you take his hand in yours and begin playing with his fingertips. It was a habit you developed long before Yuta offered to teach him anything sexual. When Yuta was on tour or busy with schedules he would always ask Taro to take care of you, which, in reality, it was the other way around. That often meant that you’d stay at his dorm late into the night hanging out with him and Sungchan, sometimes it would be games, other times it would be movies. After a few times of you falling asleep there, using the younger as a pillow, he made it a point to tell you that it was okay and he was willing to cuddle if you wanted. He knew you would feel lonely especially when Yuta was overseas for a schedule, he hated knowing that and did what he could to help.

“He did say some interesting things.” Yuta sighs, dropping his head back against the couch cushions, “He said he overheard Yangyang bragging about how he was going to fuck my girlfriend. Know anything about that?”

“B-before you get mad-”

“I knew it! You said you wouldn’t say anything!” Yuta erupts.

“Yuta,” you say lowly, feeling how Shotaro tensed in your hold, “let him explain.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything, honestly I didn’t. We were just relaxing in his room last week and he asked if I ever wondered what it would be like to suck dick and I didn’t think and just said I have before.” the blonde word-vomits.

“How did that turn into him claiming that he’s going to fuck her?” he gestures toward you with a nod.

“He pestered me into telling him who I gave a blowjob and then I kinda just spilled it all… I swear I never told him he was getting a chance to! I don’t know where he got that idea.”

Yuta simply nods at his younger friend and takes another sip of his wine. Shotaro starts playing with your fingers subconsciously expecting more of a reaction from the older but not getting it. You let out a soft sigh which captures the attention of both men. Shotaro simply gives you a look that conveys that he’s worried. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, raises an eyebrow at you, lips still touching the rim of his glass. The image alone made you practically melt, you needed to focus on your task though.

“Why are you trying to act so unbothered?” you ask your boyfriend.

“What do you mean baby?” he questions back, placing his wine glass down on the side table.

“You’re clearly upset by Yangyang saying that stuff about me. Don’t forget that both of us can read you like our favorite books. Why are you trying to pretend it doesn’t bother you?” you reiterate your question.

“Yuta, I,” the blonde interrupts himself with a sigh, “I understand if you’re mad that I told him. I’ll talk to him tomorrow morning when I see him and tell him to stop if that’s what you want.”

The brunette smiles softly at his younger friend. It’s a type of fond smile that he only gives you and Shotaro, you knew that smile well. While it does seem sweet and soft on the surface, you also knew that he was planning something at the speed of light. Shotaro held his gaze on the older with sparkly eyes, he wanted nothing more than to calm the simmering jealously Yuta was displaying. In the process of him talking he had stopped playing with your fingers and instead chose to just hold your hand. Every so often he does fiddle with your ring though, it was a ring Yuta had bought for you when he was in Japan for a schedule. It wasn’t an engagement ring, but he did say it would be a placeholder until he could get you a real engagement ring in the future. You watch as Yuta reaches a hand up to move a stray piece of hair out of the blonde’s face followed by a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, sweet boy. I have an idea though.” his soft smile melts into a smirk as he speaks the last few words.

“An idea?” you and Shotaro speak at the same time.

“How about we let him watch?” he proposes, “He was so eager to tell everyone that he was going to fuck my girlfriend, how about we give him a show?”

“Yuta, are you sure? This isn’t your pride or jealousy talking?” you question with a slightly worried tone.

“Yeah, I can always just tell him to shut up…” Taro adds on.

“I’m sure. Maybe he just needs to see it to get him to stop spreading stupid rumors like that. Are you two okay with that? I don’t want to upset either of you with my ideas.”

He moves his hand to hold Shotaro’s unoccupied hand, gently running his thumb over the blonde’s knuckles. You feel how his grip on your hand finally loosens slightly alerting you that he was starting to calm down. You knew Yuta would never force anything on you, he asked you weeks in advance if you were comfortable with helping him teach Taro everything you have so far. He might be an intense person but he’s always concerned about your comfort and safety above everything else, and the same goes for Shotaro when he’s involved.

“I’m okay with that.” you nod, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“I- um,” Shotaro stutters slightly, “If you’re sure.” he mumbles out.

“Taro, I want to know what you’re comfortable with. If you don’t want to let Yangyang see you like that, if you think it’ll mess with your friendship, then we won’t do it.”

“I’m comfortable with it. I just need to think of something as a cover to get him to come here. You know, since he’s never been here before or anything.” he rambles slightly.

Yuta lets out a soft laugh at how the younger man reacts. Shotaro smiles back at him before turning to you to make sure that you were comfortable with everything too. Despite Shotaro not being your boyfriend, he’s always been very attentive to you. He looks up to you but also wants nothing more than for you to be the happiest you can be at any given moment.

“Do you want to choose the next movie?” Yuta offers you, “I know neither of you really enjoy this kind of stuff.”

“Taro can choose,” you respond shaking your head, “I think I’ll get the snacks ready.”

“Um,” the younger vocalizes, “are we not going to discuss logistics?”

The brunette laughs softly again, nuzzling his head against Taro’s showing how much he truly adores the younger man, “We can do that in the morning, let’s just relax and watch the movie tonight.”

And that’s just what you do, the moment you return with bowls of different snacks you smile fondly. Yuta has Shotaro tucked under his arm, Shotaro using the brunette’s shoulder as a pillow. Yuta’s head gently rests on top of Taro’s as the younger scrolls through movie options. After placing the bowls down you join them on the couch. When you do, you take notice that Shotaro is nearly asleep choosing a movie. In his defense, Yuta did text him really late at night and he was probably starting to wind down for the night when he received the text. Then followed by the anxiety that your boyfriend unintentionally provoked you can’t blame him for being so exhausted. Still, he wrapped his free arm around you and you quickly get comfortable in his hold. It took all of ten minutes into the movie for Shotaro to be asleep. His soft snores were muffled by the TV. You wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for your head against his chest. When you reach up to gently tap Yuta’s hand you notice that he too was asleep. As much as you would love to leave them asleep there, you know that they would both be whining about being achy in the morning from sleeping in such an awkward position for so long. You place your hand on top of Yuta’s free one in his lap. He hardly stirs enough to wake up but when his eyes barely open and he sees your smile he wakes up enough to entertain a conversation.

“You okay baby?” his voice still laced with sleep.

“You both fell asleep, we should at least get in bed if you’re too tired.”

Yuta simply nods and shifts to take Shotaro in his arms, the younger not even slightly stirring when Yuta does so. You had gone ahead slightly, getting the blankets ready so your boyfriend didn’t have to hold the sleeping boy any longer than he needed to in his sleepy state. The moment the three of you were situated in your bed Shotaro practically latches onto you in his sleep. Yuta hardly lets out a soft giggle before succumbing to sleep himself. You lay there for a while longer alternating between the two men, playing with their hair before eventually, you fall asleep too.

All three of you woke up late the next morning, you had wanted to stay in bed longer and get some more sleep but your boyfriend had other plans. No later than 9am, which in reality isn’t too early, he drags both you and Shotaro out of bed. You’re much easier to wake up than Shotaro though, the younger boy wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and use your chest as a pillow. After a while though, and a promise for homemade waffles, he was up and already clinging to you and Yuta.

Breakfast goes by rather quickly, most of it is spent in silence while you come to grips with being awake. You slowly ate your waffles and had empty conversations with the two boys for a good hour or two before Yuta started to speak up about your plan again.

“How do you two feel about bringing him over today?” he blurted out of nowhere.

“What?” Shotaro asks, slightly choking on his drink, “Isn’t that a bit sudden? Shouldn’t we plan it out first?”

“We’re planning it now Taro.” he smirks at the younger.

“I mean, if you’re okay with it I am too.” you offer a gentle smile.

“Okay, Taro, you comfortable with that?” sincerity dripping from your boyfriend’s words.

The younger nods curtly but it’s clear that he really was okay with it all, just a bit taken back by the sudden jump in the plan. Offering a warm smile Yuta suggests you take your conversation to the couch. Cleaning can be dealt with at a later time. Getting comfortable on the couch you find yourself tucked under your boyfriend’s arm while Shotaro sits in the armchair beside you. Your boyfriend has always been one to plan scenes out very carefully, and take every precaution needed. There was always a plan B, and a plan C just in case anything goes in a way that isn’t ideal. Now was no different, in fact, he seems more detail-oriented and planned with this one compared to the normal ones with just him or him and Shotaro.

“Taro, you’re the one who has to get him here. Try not to overtly say that he’s coming to watch us though. Maybe just say I wanted to hang out and get to know him for once.”

“And if he questions why were coming to her apartment?” the younger asks with a nod towards you.

“Just say that the dorm was too busy, or that I wanted to hang out too.” you offer.

From there you go into the logistics of how you want the actual scene to lay out. It was very clear from the start that Yuta didn’t want Yangyang fucking you at all. If anything he was more inclined to not let the boy have any sexual gratification from anyone. His philosophy is that if he wants to talk big like that with a lie he should be put in his place. You found it a bit harsh though and managed to get him to agree to at least something for the younger. Still, you knew you weren’t having sex with him. With the way Yuta was brooding about it you doubt even Shotaro would get a go with you this time. By the end of the planning, you had established your roles for the evening too, as always Yuta was yours and Shotaro’s dom, he always was, this time though you were planned to be dominant over Shotaro too. More often than not you end up being a the bottom of the totem poll in terms of dominance. Shotaro had offered to take that place this time though, reassuring you both that he didn’t mind being in that state in front of his friend. You aren’t quite sure how Yangyang will be in that setting but something in your gut says that he’ll bend to your every will, possibly Yuta’s too.

Once the three of you were dressed and ready for the day Shotaro heads out of your apartment to head to get Yangyang. You and Yuta on the other hand, stay at your apartment slowly getting everything prepped for later. It was peaceful and quiet for the first little bit, neither you nor Yuta say very much at all preferring to clean in quiet. When you finish tidying the living room you barely graze your hand across Yuta’s back in passing. It truly was an innocent touch, you just wanted to let him know you were passing behind him. However, your boyfriend always seems to take things with a dirty thought. His eyes follow you into the kitchen, you can feel him watching you as you lean over to start cleaning the counter. You glance over your shoulder throwing him a playful glare before continuing your task.

“Baby,” he comments, “could you come over here a moment.”

“Depends, does that include me staying over there? I really do want to straighten up a little bit.”

“It shouldn’t, but you never know.” he shrugs.

You let out an airy giggle before walking over to where Yuta was organizing papers and moving them off your small dining table. He was acting as if he was truly doing the task, acting like he didn’t even see you walk over to him. You decided to place a hand on his shoulder to alert him of your presence (even though he already knew you were there).

“What did you need, handsome?” you tease.

“I had an idea.” he comments casually giving you a specific smile.

“I know that smile, what are you planning?” you ask with a suspicious tone.

“Why are you worried, beautiful? I just had a thought about how to greet the boys when they get here.” “That seems… tame.”

He chuckles, “How about we just worry about cleaning your room and straightening up the bathroom? We both know they won’t be seeing much more of the house but the entryway and your room.”

“So, what does that have to do with greeting them?”

He stands, wrapping a hand around your waist, “We can get started without them,” he flirts, “after we tidy up your bedroom and the bathroom we might have some leftover time for you to change into something pretty and get started.”

“There it is,” you laugh, “honestly, that’s not a terrible idea. We both know Shotaro loves walking in on us a little too much.”

His grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer against his body. You don’t have a moment to think before his lips are against yours in a kiss that takes your breath away. You reciprocate the kiss without even thinking about it, gently wrapping your arms around his neck. You kiss for a few minutes before Yuta pulls away making you chase after his lips a little bit. He smirks at the reaction you instantly have.

“We should get to cleaning now.”

You nod with a slight pout, “We should.” “Also, I think you should wear that shorter silk robe. Easy to take off and you look absolutely stunning in it.” “And?” he gives you a questioning look at your response, “What else should I wear with it?” “Nothing, you’ll be just fine in the robe alone. You won’t be in it long anyway.”

His comment makes you blush but you’re still trapped in his arms. Lucky for you, Yuta is an extremely ticklish person. You run your hands down his front, at first he clearly thinks you’re flirting heavily again. Then when you move your fingers to his sides and start tickling him he immediately releases you. Finally, you find your escape route and run into the bathroom to start cleaning. You can hear him yelling after you and whining about how you tricked him. You just laugh back and continue tidying. Hearing his comment that he’s going to start cleaning your room you finally think he’s decided to leave you be for a little bit. It didn’t take long for you to clean the bathroom, it wasn’t big, nothing in your apartment really was. You quietly make your way into your bedroom to find Yuta just finishing up as well, from what you can tell. The time you know he genuinely didn’t hear you enter the room, he didn’t even spare a glance at you when you made your way over to the closet. He doesn’t react until you pull one of the closet doors open. You think he might’ve had a mild heart attack when he turned around to see you standing there. The reaction alone had you ready to keel over with laughter.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming in? You scared me half to death!” he says with an exasperated tone.

“I wanted to let you clean,” you respond, “I’m just getting changed into my robe and thought you needed more time to clean.” You see how his eyes change at the mention of you changing into that robe he mentioned earlier. You had always gotten a kick out of teasing him, telling him exactly what you were planning, or wanting if he wasn’t there with you. Now was no different, he knew what you were doing and so did he, it was a game of whether he would act on it or let you win.

“Lucky for me, I just finished the last thing I needed to do.”

“Oh?” you question, beginning to change without paying him any mind.

“Taro texted me that he and Yangyang are on their way over. If we still want to greet them with a show you better get changed fast, baby.” he tells you, walking up until his words are right against your ear.

“Wanna help me undress then?” you ask, turning around to face him. He smirks, leaning forward to capture your lips again, “Of course I do.”

He slowly takes off every bit of your clothing, kissing you as he does so, until you’re standing there naked in front of him. He decides to tease you more by taking your breast in his hand, playing with it for a few moments. When you let out a whine he decides to reach behind you and wrap your robe around your body. He notices how you pout a little bit wanting to continue your make-out session, the sight makes him smile lazily.

“We can continue out in the dining area, my love.” he tells you with a sweet tone.

He takes a step back and helps you tie the ribbon around your waist before picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and start peppering kisses along the column of his neck. The scene isn’t unfamiliar to you, there were more than a few occasions where you could be found on your kitchen table making out. The moment you reach the kitchen your boyfriend sits you down on the table and pulls you away from his neck. When you get a good look at him you see all of the pretty marks you left behind. You were always proud of the marks you would litter all over his body, you knew he secretly was too, though he never explicitly stated it. He didn’t give you much time to admire your work though. Within breaths, he had his lips against yours again. When you make out with Yuta all concept of time flies out the window. You aren’t sure how long you’re sitting there kissing him. You continue to kiss him even as you hear the front door of your apartment click open. It isn’t until you hear an audible gasp coming from the entryway that Yuta pulls away from you.

“Hey,” he says casually, “thought it would take you longer to get here.”

“Hmm?” Shotaro responds just as casually as he hangs his jacket on the wall tree, “Oh, we were originally going to stop for snacks but decided against it on the walk here.”

You’re in a horny haze but are still present enough to process just how shocked Yangyang is. Then you take note of how his eyes drop down to your clavicle. Your robe had drooped off your shoulder exposing the skin of your shoulder, collarbones, and upper part of your breast. You reach to pull the fabric back into place and retie the ribbon around your waist before hopping off the table. Yuta watches you with a knowing look, he could always read you like a book he’s read a million times. You walk silently toward the two younger men, Shotaro is clearly more relaxed than his Chinese counterpart.

“Welcome back pretty boy.” you smirk, welcoming yourself into Shotaro’s arms.

“Thanks,” he giggles quietly.

You place a gentle kiss on his cheek, followed by a small one against his jaw, then his neck. Pulling back you turn to ask Yuta a silent question. He gives you a small, subtle nod knowing exactly what you planned before you even turned around. You face the blonde man, who currently has his arms wrapped around you, again giving him that same knowing look you gave Yuta. He releases you and you take a few steps back before side-stepping to be in front of the pink-haired boy.

“I’m glad you could come for the fun.” you smile sweetly, stepping forward to hug around his waist.

“Huh? Um, someone, explain please?” he starts to nervously giggle.

“You wanted to talk big, am I wrong?” Yuta starts, making the younger blush, “If you’re willing and consent, we’re inviting you to watch. That hug is the only physical contact you’re getting from her tonight.”

You lean your head against Yangyang’s shoulder, peering back at your boyfriend with an innocent look. Yuta smirks, almost in disbelief of how shamelessly you were flirting with all three of them. He gives you a gesture that you knew meant for you to come toward him instead of where you were currently standing in Yangyang’s hold. You smile brightly and wiggle your way out of the younger’s arms and find yourself held by your boyfriend instead.

“You in? If not I can always have Taro walk you home. The choice is yours, kid.”

You knew he was taunting the younger slightly, you also knew that Yangyang would respond well to it seeing as that’s how his members like to tease him. The pink-haired man nods silently, and Shotaro nudges him with a whisper. You can assume that he’s telling his friend to be vocal about his choice and not just nod.

“I’m more than happy to join you guys, I fully consent.” he finally says in a quiet voice.

You briefly make eye contact with Shotaro and you can see him starting to slip into his submissive headspace instead of his neutral one from before. You tap Yuta’s waist with the hand you have wrapped around him. He looks at you, when you gesture with your eyes towards Shotaro he sees exactly what you’re referring to.

“Taro, why don’t you head back with her while I chat with Yangyang for a minute?”

The younger jerkily nods and walks towards your outstretched hand before taking it. You aren’t sure what Yuta needed to talk to the other man about but you aren’t too worried about it. Knowing him, he’s simply informing him about the normal safeword and safe motions if needed. The moment you get into the room Shotaro turns to be in front of you, he clings to you fully. His arms wrap around you and he hides his face in your neck. You smile softly and card your fingers into his hair, brushing through it gently. Coaxing him away from your neck you hold eye contact with him, watching him fully slip into his submissive headspace.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbles, “Can- can I have a kiss?”

“Of course,” you smile, still playing with the ends of his hair, “anything for my baby.”

You lean forward and place a soft peck on his lips. He of course wanted to have more than one small peck, he pushes himself forward to kiss you again. It takes you by surprise slightly but you happily accept it and kiss him back. You decide it best to walk back to your bed and continue kissing him there. Laying on your back you immediately feel the space between your legs become occupied by Shotaro. When he lets out a while you pull him away and give him a questioning look.

“You don’t have anything on, it feels really nice. I wanna fuck you, please?”

You chuckle at him, “Not right now baby, you know Yuta wants you and Yangie to watch.”

“Please,” he asks grinding against your bare core, “just a little-”

“A little what?” you hear Yuta’s voice filling the space, “What do you want prince?”

Yangyang still looks a little lost at how to process what’s happening but also can’t seem to tear his eyes from where it’s obvious that Shotaro is still grinding on you. Yuta takes a few steps forward to stand next to where you and the younger are laying. He reaches down and takes a handful of Taro’s hair.

“I asked you a question, you best answer it.” he bites slightly, “I want to treat you nice today.”

“I wanted to fuck her, please, will you let me?” he nearly begs.

Yuta smirks down at him, “Not today, prince, maybe another time. Today you’re going to sit with your friend and watch.” to which he received a whine, “Now, now, it wouldn’t be polite to leave Yangyang to be the only one not involved. Would it?”

“No.” he caves.

“Good boy, now, knock that off and go sit with your friend.”

Shotaro immediately gets off of you and shuffles toward the couch where Yangyang was now sitting. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was slightly embarrassed being chastised in front of the other. It didn’t exactly help that he had a clear wet spot on the front of his shorts from grinding against your bare core. Before you can process much more, your boyfriend is hovering over your form, hips resting between your legs where Shotaro previously was.

“Now you, it seems that you’re already ready for me.” he smirks, running two fingers through your folds, “Do you need prep, or are you fine still from yesterday?”

When you don’t respond he lays a light slap on your thigh and raises his eyebrow at you.

“I’ll be okay, just want you.” you finally admit.

He doesn’t take long getting rid of his clothes and coming back to the side of the bed. In very few words he instructs you to remove your robe leaving you bare to the three men in the room. Yuta doesn’t give them much time to admire you though, he grabs you by the waist and places you on your hands and knees. You can feel the bed dip behind you, you know it’s Yuta climbing up behind you. He starts running the tip of his member through your folds collecting a bit of wetness on himself before slowly entering you. Gasping, your voice melts into a whimper, head falling forward at the feeling.

“It’s weird that you two are both fully dressed. If you want to you’re more than welcome to touch yourselves.” he comments, completely ignoring how you clench around him, “Or each other, whatever you want.”

He slowly starts thrusting into you and you don’t do anything to hold back your moans. He would just go harder on you if you were to hold anything back. Yuta’s thrusts grow faster and your moans continue to fly free into the air. You move your head slightly and make eye contact with Shotaro again. He’s shifting in his seat next to Yangyang but doesn’t make any move to touch himself or do anything without explicit permission from either you or Yuta. Then your eyes shift to the other sitting in front of you, he’s also clearly not going to act without permission. He’s a bit braver though, palming himself through his sweats while watching how your boyfriend thrusts into you from behind.

“T-taro, baby, what was it again that got us into this situation?” you knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Um, uh, I was telling Yangyang about what we do together. Now I’m not allowed to have fun with you both.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Yuta interrupts, still keeping a steady pace, “you can have fun with us but you’re not touching us. Yangyang, what were the exact words Shotaro told you the other day?”

Yangyang gulps but knows better than to stay silent, “He told me that he’s sucked you off before and that you guys started teaching him things. B-but I took it too far and started telling lies that I was going to fuck your girlfriend.”

Yuta hums to masking a grunt when you clench again, “Taro, prince, how about you show Yangyang just how good you are with your mouth? Can you do that for me?”

Shotaro looks at the older with large shiny eyes. They’re a mix between both insecurity and excitement. Still, he nods and kneels in front of his friend. You watch the scene unfold in front of you and it only serves to excite you more. With how your boyfriend is fucking you and seeing the excitement radiating off the younger men, you can feel a knot starting to tighten in your belly. The blonde man tips his head back, you don’t see it but you know he has his tongue out too. Ever your patient sub he sits there as Yangyang tries to process what’s about to happen. The moment the pink-haired man does though he drops his sweats and boxers together. You let a whimper out seeing how the younger gets to work immediately kissing up and down the other’s member. Yuta grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up flush against his chest with no warning.

“Isn’t that a pretty sight, baby? Seeing our boy being so good to our guest.” he rasps out.

You hum in response not trusting your voice at this moment. Shotaro experimentally starts sucking on Yangyang’s tip, eliciting a high whine from the other. Yangyang grips the base of his shirt trying to control himself from latching onto the blonde’s hair. Despite focusing on his task he reaches out for Yangyang’s tightly clasped hands and guides them to his hair. He takes a brief look up at the other and gives him a surprisingly innocent smile before going back to his previous engagement. You can tell the sight excites Yuta too, the way that he grips onto you and the way his thrusts are harsher by the moment it’s strikingly clear. Your mind is so lost in pleasure you hardly register the command Yuta gives his younger Japanese friend. You don’t fully process it until after Yuta holds your jaw to look at the other two. Shotaro is now completely stripped and grinding himself against Yangyang’s leg, still keeping his mouth occupied with the other. Yangyang keens out high whimpers and moans as his friend gives him what might be the best blowjob he’s ever gotten.

“Cum, wanna cum.” the Chinese man gasps suddenly.

“Prince, back off.” Yuta simply states in a half moan, “Yangyang can’t cum until both she and I do. Isn’t that what I told you?” he directs his question at the pink-haired boy.

“Yes, but please, I was so close and-”

“And nothing. I can feel how close she is so just be patient and accept the teasing that Taro is providing you.”

Yuta finally releases your hair and you fall forward completely giving into the pleasure you’re feeling. He sets an animalistic pace knowing you were close to tipping off the edge. Leaning forward he whispers dirty comments in your ear which only drive you closer to your orgasm.

“Taro, baby, go ahead. Make him and yourself cum, I’m almost there.” you gasp out when Yuta starts playing with your clit.

The younger wastes no time and Yangyang whines the moment Shotaro starts deep-throating him. Your orgasm crashes into you the moment you hear it, spasming around your boyfriend. Yuta, who had been managing to control his volume the whole time, finally lets his moans out. Just moments after he paints your walls with his cum. Shotaro follows not long after, knowing he was finally allowed to now that both of you had. His cum painting up Yangyang’s leg and his own chest. Yangyang cums last and Shotaro doesn’t waste a single drop. He makes sure to swallow every bit in his mouth, licking his lips for good measure. Yuta had been shallowly thrusting into you watching the scene in front of you unfold. When he finally pulls out, you can feel his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs.

The four of you stay quiet for a while catching your breath. Yuta had stepped away for a short moment to get a soft rag to clean you, Yangyang, and Shotaro. After being cleaned of any mess Shotaro found his way under Yangyang’s arm, cuddling him as he slowly came back from his submissive headspace. Yuta was quick to invite them to cuddle with you in bed though. Of course, they didn’t hesitate to join in, creating a rather large cuddle pile.

“Hey, can I just comment something?” Yangyang asks.

“Sure.” Yuta comments, half awake.

“No homo.”

“What?” you question, barely awake.

“No homo, you know, cause Taro sucked my dick.”

“You’re really going to say no homo… bro that simply doesn’t make sense.” Shotaro sasses.

Yuta shushes them loudly before commenting, “Both of you shut up and sleep. Yangyang, that’s not how it works anyway. Goodnight.”

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