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The elevator dings, signaling your arrival on the eighth floor. Tucking your phone into the outer pocket of your coat, you step out into the corridor, high heels clicking on the tile as the bottom of the coat flutters around your calves. You’re grateful the receptionist recognized you downstairs, handing you a visitor’s pass and telling you to say hi to the boys. Anyone else would have assumed you were an escort.
You certainly had dressed the part.
It’s a few minutes past midnight by the time you stop in front of the 3RACHA studio door. You can hear the low murmur of Changbin’s voice inside, followed by a quick exclamation from Jisung and Chan’s signature giggle. Smiling to yourself, you smooth down the lapels of your coat before rapping against the door with your knuckle.
Not a second later, the door opens, Jisung’s big eyes meeting yours.
“You made it!” His arm reaches for you, curling around your waist as he pulls you into the room and shuts the door. You don’t miss the click of the lock.
“Hi, Ji.” You bend forward, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering a moment longer than you typically would for the familiar gesture. His fingers squeeze into your back briefly when his breath hitches.
“Look who decided to show.” Changbin’s voice makes you pull away from Jisung, smiling as you turn to face him where he sits on the couch. He gives you his normal smirk, no indication that he knows what Chan suggested in his text.
Except the obvious hard-on he’s trying to hide beneath his tablet.
“Aw, Bin, did you think I wasn’t going to?” You take a step toward him, bending forward to kiss his cheek, feeling your coat droop just enough to flash him some cleavage. You stay peering into his eyes while his glance slips down at your chest before meeting your eyes again. Somewhere behind you, Jisung groans.
“Well you’re late.” Chan speaks up, chair swiveling to face you. You turn your head to see him, his eyes roving down your body, taking in your appearance. “Is this why you’re late? Did you dress up for us, lamb?”
Straightening, you simply set your purse down on the desk beside Chan, leaning past him to do it. He rolls his eyes at your blatant distraction tactic but falls for it anyway, biting his bottom lip when your chest nears his face. “Ji, will you take my coat for me?” You keep your eyes locked with Chan, raising a brow in challenge when he lifts his chin and stares down his nose at you.
Jisung’s arms wrap around you to untie your coat, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts clumsily. You retrieve your phone from the outer pocket just as Jisung pulls the lapels open and drags the coat off of your shoulders, down your arms, and finally away, draping it over the back of the couch. You place your phone down on the desk next to your purse, contemplating your next move- you want to kiss them, but you aren't sure who to start with.
“Fuck, you goddamn tease.” Chan decides for you, gripping your hips and yanking you down into his lap suddenly. Before you can process the move, his soft lips find yours, one arm pressed up your back to support your head against the onslaught of his mouth. You bow backward with the force of his kiss, whimpering when the hand still on your hip squeezes tighter. The sound grants him access, tongue slipping past your lips to caress over yours, sliding over your teeth before retreating. Your own tongue chases his back into his mouth, and once you're past his lips, you wrap a fist in his curls and tug, changing the angle of the kiss.
“Oh my god, why is that so hot?” Jisung whines behind you, causing you to smile against Chan's lips. The kiss slows, pulling away briefly to catch a breath and then placing a wet kiss on his mouth again, then a third, fourth, fifth time. Chan nibbles at your bottom lip before letting you pull away. When you open your eyes, his eyes are on you, blown wide with lust. Without breaking his gaze, the hand that's not threaded in his hair whips out, reaching for Jisung. You hear him step forward, grabbing your hand, and you slide your hand far enough up his arm to yank him down to you, turning your head to meet his. He almost misses your mouth, a startled noise escaping him as he bends to you. Unlike Chan, his mouth is hot and firm, lips parting instantly to suck at your bottom lip, tongue tracing the edge of it between his teeth.
Chan's hands slip down your back to smooth over the swell of your ass before pushing you forward, rocking you over the very obvious bulge in his shorts. You gasp into Jisung's mouth, the bottom edge of your little black dress barely covering Chan's view of your panties. Jisung's free hand comes up to cup your breast. You rock forward to push your chest out, pressing yourself into his hand and against Chan's bulge again.
“Yah! Quit being greedy, give me my bunny!” Changbin exclaims, interrupting Jisung's assault on your mouth.
“Alright, babygirl, get up,” Chan says, patting your thigh as Jisung slips his hands under your arms to pull you to your feet. “Go give Bin some attention before he alerts the entire building to what's happening here.”
Changbin makes a face at Chan as you stumble over to him with Jisung's guidance, your heels catching on the carpet slightly. When you're close enough, Changbin tugs you down to sit sideways in his lap. He nuzzles your neck, kissing the skin there. “Did you wear these for me, bunny?” His hand squeezes your skin where the fishnet thigh-highs end, fingertips tugging at the small pink bow at the top of the lace border. He brings his face up in front of yours, looking into your eyes as he waits for an answer.
You nod, slowly, inhaling before you speak. “That's not the only thing I'm wearing for you.” You watch his eyes roll back as he groans, surging forward to press a searing kiss to your mouth. His other hand comes up to twist around the loose strands of your hair, tugging enough to have your mouth fall open for his seeking tongue. You feel another set of hands on you, jumping at the sudden sensation.
“Shh, baby it's just me. Keep kissing Bin, I'm just going to touch you.” Jisung says in a hushed tone, trailing his hands up both legs, squeezing at the flesh below the netting. Changbin detaches from your mouth to drag his lips across your jaw, nibbling at the skin just below your ear.
“You sure you’re okay with this, bunny?” He asks quietly, the hand on your thigh coming up to cradle your cheek. He pulls your face to look at him, eyes full of concern.
“Yes, Binnie. I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t sure.” You smile softly before your brows knit together. “Just promise me this won’t change our friendship.”
“It won’t,” Changbin promises, kissing you gently.
“Good, because you guys are my best friends, I don’t want to lose that.”
Jisung’s hand shakes your leg, drawing your attention. “You’re not going to lose us, baby.” He holds your gaze, sincerity written all over his face. You hear Chan hum in agreement, and the need that ripples through you gives you goosebumps. You reach out to Han, tangling your fingers in his shirt to drag him to you for a hurried kiss.
He groans into your mouth as you thread your other hand into Changbin’s hair, his mouth returning to your neck. Hands roam over your body but you’re too distracted to pinpoint which touch belongs to either man. Someone grazes your breasts again, pulling down the molded cups of your dress for them to spill out. Fingertips dance over a nipple, caressing it to hardness before pinching, drawing a whine from your throat that makes your head roll back. Disconnected from your mouth, Jisung drops his head to your other breast, gathering as much of the flesh between his lips as he can.
A hand slips up your thigh under your dress, passing over the lace of your panties. Changbin groans. “Stop. We need to get this fucking dress off of her, I need to see what she’s wearing underneath.”
Jisung pulls back, tongue hanging out as he takes in the sight of you- head lolled back, eyes lidded, mouth parted, neck flushed from Changbin’s mouth, tits out and covered in his saliva.
He adjusts himself, already hard in his joggers. “Come on baby, stand up.” He stands up, taking both of your hands to guide you up onto your feet. He spins you around slowly, facing you toward Chan and Changbin. His hands come around to give your breasts a squeeze, and your head falls back onto his shoulder with a soft sigh. “So responsive.” He chuckles, kissing your shoulder.
You reach for the zipper on your back, but his hands find it first. “Thanks, Ji.” You whisper. He simply kisses your shoulder again, dragging the zipper down and pushing it apart. The sleeves fall off your shoulders before the dress slips down, pooling on the floor. Changbin gasps, Chan groans, and Jisung bites your shoulder. You run a teasing hand down your body, over the pink lace of your open-cup bra (a somewhat pointless garment, really, offering no support) down to the untethered garter belt sitting at your waist (another pointless garment, since you hadn’t hooked it into your fishnets in your haste to leave). Your panties, in the same matching lace as the others, were soaking as they drank you in. “Do you boys like your present?”
Changbin pushes to his feet, crossing the room in two steps to grab your hips and pull you into him. “You wore pink.”
You squeeze his arms once before you wrap your arms around his neck. “I did.”
“You hate pink.”
“You love pink.” You answer softly, glancing down at his mouth before meeting his eyes. Something swims in them, something you don’t have time to process before he’s leaning in to capture your mouth.
Jisung guides you both forward, pushing you when Changbin’s calves hit the couch as he backs up. He falls into the seat a split second before you’re pushed down into his lap, straddling him and reconnecting your lips to his.
“Aw, look, Chan-hyung. Even her heels have pink bottoms.” Jisung says behind you, and Changbin whines- actually whines- into your mouth.
“Sweet little lamb. She’s such a good girl for us.” Chan praises and you whimper, breaking the kiss. Resting your forehead against Changbin’s, you pant slightly. “Oh, did you like that, babygirl? Do you like being called good?”
Eyes squeezed shut, you nod, and a hand in your hair tugs your head back. Your eyes shoot open, looking upside down at Chan where he stands behind you. “Use your words.”
“Yes.” You gasp out when someone pinches your nipple.
He raises a brow at you, bending over and crowding his face to yours. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Channie, I like- fuck- I like being called a good girl.”
“Good.” He tugs your hair a little harder and crashes his lips to yours. A slap on your ass has you squeaking, biting into Chan’s lip. He pulls back, chuckling. “Han-ah.” He steps away and Jisung swims into view as Changbin slides a hand down to cup your pussy.
“Hi, baby.” Jisung says with a bright smile, rubbing a thumb down your cheek. You reach for his other hand, lacing your fingers with his.
“Ji,” his name falls from your mouth on a moan, Changbin’s fingers slipping past the lace to rub down your folds. “Bin, fuck. Don’t tease me, bunny.” You lift your head to watch as Changbin bites his lip in concentration, watching where his hand disappears into your panties. Jisung steps closer, pressed against your back to lean down and suckle at your neck. His ever curious hands make their way to your tits again, squeezing them together before cupping each and pinching until your nipples are hard under his touch.
“You’re so soft, bunny. So wet.” Changbin slips one finger into you slowly, drawing a soft noise from you that Jisung cuts off with a kiss. Changbin withdraws his finger, trailing it up to circle your clit. You grip his forearm, bucking into his hand as he chuckles. “You like that? I’ve got you, bunny.”
Jisung pulls away from you, stepping to the side. He tugs down the waistband of his joggers, and you watch him pull out his cock, hard and glistening at the tip. He jerks it a couple times, lower lip caught between his teeth as he looks at you. A low moan falls from you under the heat of his gaze and the finger rubbing your clit.
“Can I taste you, Ji?” You lick your lips as you watch him tug on his cock again. His hand squeezes in response, dropping away as he nods silently. You reach a hand out, gripping him at the base and using your other hand to pull him closer by his waist. When you lean forward to wrap your mouth around his tip, he gasps, head falling back and a hand grabbing your hair.
“Jesus, baby, your mouth-” you slide down his length, taking more of him, “-so fuckin’ warm.”
Your tongue presses against the underside of his cock as you relax your throat to take him completely, pausing when your nose touches his pelvis. Changbin moves his hand, sliding back down to slip two fingers into you, and you moan around Jisung.
He hisses. “Fuck.”
Changbin chuckles, bringing his thumb to rub your clit as his fingers curl, pressing into your g-spot and then circling. “You gonna cum for me, bunny?” You hum in response, popping off of Jisung to pump him with your hand.
“Feels good, Bin.” You look up at Jisung, meeting his eyes as you stick your tongue out to guide him back into your mouth.
“I always knew you’d give head like a whore, baby.” His hand pets your cheek affectionately, your eyes closing as you bob on his length. Changbin increases his movements, fucking you harder with his fingers, earning him a deliciously pathetic whimper from you. One of them tugs on your nipple and you’re tightening around Changbin, body tensing as you’re hurled into the depths of your climax. Jisung pulls out of your mouth.
“There it is, good bunny- God, it’s like you’re trying to break my fingers, this pussy is so tight.” He doesn’t withdraw them, but Changbin’s fingers pause. Jisung waits for your breathing to regulate before slipping himself back between your lips, using his grip on your hair to fuck your face.
“Jesus, I’m gonna cum, I can’t- this fucking mouth- baby, shit,” Jisung throws his head back briefly, stopping his thrusts suddenly as he backs away from you, clearly sensitive. He bends down to look you in your teary eyes. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“My throat.”
You watch his eyes roll backward and he stands up straight, groaning as he steps back. His cock enters your waiting mouth and he resumes his frantic thrusting.
“Shit, are you ready? Here it comes.”
Changbin’s fingers kick into action again, triggering a moan from you that sends Jisung over the edge, groaning as he releases into your mouth. You use your tongue to clean him up, swallowing around him as best as you can, and he whimpers before pulling himself from you. The moment he’s out of your mouth, his lips are on yours, chasing the taste of his cum on your tongue. He kisses you so firmly that until Changbin coaxes your second orgasm from you, he doesn’t break away. Not until you’re mewling into his mouth, gasping for Bin, does Jisung pull away with a grin.
“God, baby, you’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” Jisung says, collapsing onto the couch next to Changbin.
“Ji,” you blush, face and chest flushing at his words, “you know how I feel about compliments.”
“Nah, you get on me all the time about accepting compliments. You don’t get to hide from them either.” Chan says from behind you, drawing your attention to him. You glance over your shoulder, seeing him in his desk chair, hand palming his cock through his shorts.
“Your turn, Channie?” You ask sweetly, but he shakes his head. You pout, jutting out your bottom lip dramatically, and he chuckles softly.
“You know my rules, babygirl. Bin first.” He gestures at Changbin. You turn to face the man in question again, his hand still buried in you. He looks up at you, watching your face. You search his eyes for permission to touch him, and he nods once.
Leaning forward, you capture his mouth for a soft kiss as your hand moves to the button of his jeans. Working slowly, you get them unzipped and shove the edges away before reaching for the elastic of his underwear. He lifts his hips to help you shove those down too, revealing his cock that stands at attention as you shimmy his pants past your ass. You waste no time wrapping your hand around him, pumping once before breaking the kiss and looking down.
“What’s wrong, bunny?”
You don’t answer, instead choosing to release your grip on his cock and slip your fingers under your panties, gathering some of your wetness to provide lubrication for your hand. Changbin groans in realization when your hand returns to his dick. You stroke him, bringing your free hand up to squeeze his bicep, then trail down his chest, over the softness of his tummy, down to fist him with both hands.
“Oh, God, bunny, please.”
You straighten one leg before placing it on the floor, your second hand bracing against the back of the couch behind Changbin’s head as your other leg comes down. You’re bent over him, still fucking him with your hand, but with both feet planted, you speak to the room. “Would one of you boys be so kind as to help me take off my panties?”
Jisung starts to move from his spot next to Changbin, where he’s been watching you, transfixed. A set of hands grips your hips before Ji leaves your eyesight, so you know Chan is behind you.
“I’ve got you, babygirl.” His fingers slip under the waist of the panties, sliding down your skin to drag them off of you. A small yelp escapes you when you feel his teeth sink into the flesh of your ass cheek, and he chuckles, kissing the maimed skin. He taps one calf for you to lift up and then the other, completely ridding you of the panties. He doesn’t back up though, dragging his hands back up your legs deliberately enough to summon goosebumps. His hand moves forward at the apex of your thighs, brushing through your folds and making your knees buckle when he rubs the pads of two fingers over your clit.
“Channie,” you whimper, head drooping to fall against Changbin’s forehead, and Chan tuts.
“Ah, ah, lamb. Move your hand, keep him hard. Don’t you want Binnie to fuck you?” You whine, but you slowly move your hand, still gripped around Changbin’s cock. “Good girl.”
You lift your head, meeting Changbin’s eyes. “Do you want to fuck me, Binnie?” You bite your bottom lip when Chan pinches your clit between two fingers and tugs side to side slightly.
“I’d like to taste you first, bunny.”
“We can do that later.” A gasp and then a sigh escape you as Chan slides his other two fingers into you, still torturing your clit with the first two. “Please, bunny. I need you.”
“Needy slut.” Chan murmurs affectionately behind you, bringing his free hand down on the ass cheek he bit in a loud smack. You keen forward, grazing your thumb over the head of Changbin’s cock.
“Fine,” Bin finally agrees, pouting, “I’m holding you to it. Come here.” Chan withdraws his hand, patting your ass and pushing you forward to climb back into Changbin’s lap. Jisung hands Changbin a foil wrapper from a backpack on the floor near the other end of the couch. He rips it open and you take the condom from him to roll it down his length.
You lift up onto your knees, helping him guide his tip to your entrance. His hands rest on your hips as you sink down slowly, enveloping him in your warmth with a low whine. His fingers dig into your flesh as he curses, biting his lip, watching himself disappear into you. Once you’re firmly planted, you wrap your hand around his neck and pull him to your mouth. His tongue traces your lips and you rock forward, grinding your clit against his pubic bone and making him groan.
“Oh, shit, bunny, you feel so good.”
You drop your head to his shoulder as you continue to rock against him, lifting your hips enough to pull off of him before sliding back down. The pace you set is unhurried, half exhausted from your two previous orgasms. Changbin runs his hands down your back before settling them on your ass. Eventually, he grips you tighter, quickening your pace, and from the way his breathing changes, you can sense he’s getting close.
“Bin, want you to cum for me, bunny.” You murmur, kissing his neck. He whines, shaking his head.
“Not without you.” He snakes his hand between your bodies, trying to reach your clit. “Hold on, this would be easier if you were facing the other way.” He holds your hips still before pushing you up. You lift your head and allow him to push, another set of hands coming to help drag you off of him.
Once you’re standing, a little wobbly in your heels, you’re spun around to face Chan. He grins at you and shoves you back into Changbin’s waiting hands. Changbin slips back into you easily, the new angle forcing the head of his cock right into your g-spot, making you moan. He pulls you back against his chest, hooking your knees on either side of his to give Chan a view of your spread pussy as he fucks up into it.
“Oh, fuck, this angle-” Changbin rests his forehead on the side of your head. You watch as Chan sits back down in his chair, hand back on his cock through his shorts. His eyes pin you down, unable to look anywhere but at Chan, even as Changbin brings his hand around to rub your clit and send you hurtling toward another orgasm. It’s Chan’s heavy gaze that tips you over, the way he bites his lip, cocking his eyebrow, challenging you to cum for him as Changbin fucks up into you recklessly.
And when you clench down, breath hitching, it’s Chan’s name that falls from your lips with a whimper. Changbin doesn’t hear it, too caught up with his own release as it shoots from him moments later. He releases his grip on your hips, collapsing against the back of the couch and curling his arms around you.
You barely have a chance to recover before Jisung is standing in front of you, pulling you off of Changbin’s lap. He flips you around and shoves you onto the couch on your knees, his cock hard again and already wrapped in a condom. “Can’t believe how fucking hot that was, Jesus, baby.”
He nudges your entrance with his cock, whining for permission. When you nod, he pushes in. Your head hangs between your shoulders, still reeling from your last orgasm, and when Jisung bottoms out, you groan. He’s longer than Changbin, and, at essentially the same angle, your sensitive g-spot only needs three thrusts of his hips before you’re cumming again.
“Oh my god, jagi, fuck, fuck, fuck- I’m not going last, shit, so sensi- ah ah-” Jisung cums before you’ve finished riding out your climax. “Oh my god, I’ve never cum so quick, I’m sorry, shit-”
“Ji,” you pant out, swiveling your head to shoot him a hazy smile. “No complaints, I already got one from you earlier. Now you’re just spoiling me.”
His face brightens and he surges forward to kiss you firmly. “The best friend I could ask for, thank you baby. You flatter me.”
He withdraws, and your leg gives out as you crumple to the couch. Jisung helps you sit more comfortably, producing a water bottle from somewhere and demanding you drink it. Changbin has disappeared from the room, presumably to a restroom or something to clean up.
“Are you okay?” Jisung brushes some hair from your face and you nod.
“Han-ah, go wash up. I can take care of her.”
Jisung sends you one last look before turning to Chan. “Okay hyung, I’m going. I’ll bring her back some food too.”
“Good, thank you, Ji.” Chan says, watching as Jisung slips out of the room. Once you’re alone, Chan shifts over to the couch, lifting your legs to slide into the spot Changbin had been. “You okay, babygirl?” His hands rub up and down your legs.
“Yeah, just need a moment to catch my breath. This is more orgasms in one night than I’m used to.”
He chuckles, glancing down at where his hand caresses your leg over the fishnets. “I guess we’re just going to have to change that.”
Your heart somersaults at the implication. “W-what?”
“Oh, lamb. Did you think this was going to be a one-time thing?” He shifts, settling between your legs to stalk up your body slowly. “No, see, you are ours now. No more lonely nights, no more lame dates, no more bratting without consequence.”
He’s hovering over you now, caging you into the couch cushion. Your chest heaves with his words. You spend a moment glancing between his two eyes, reading the look he’s giving you, interpreting. “Promise?”
A sly grin overtakes his face. Right answer. His lips capture yours possessively, teeth clashing against yours as he asserts his dominance. You willingly submit, mewling into him, hands reaching for him as you pull his body weight onto yours, his arms buckling. You wrap your legs around his waist, feeling his erection through the material of his shorts, causing you to buck your hips into his.
He breaks away from your mouth to drag his teeth to your neck, biting hard enough to make you cry out. Chan laves at the bite with his tongue, soothing the angry skin. He works his way down your body, planting kisses anywhere he can, and you run your hand through his hair fondly.
“You are so beautiful, babygirl. So pretty when you’re cumming on Bin’s cock, yeah?” His tongue darts out to trace the curve of your hip bone before he makes his final descent, mouth hovering over your pussy when he looks up at you again. “Gorgeous when you’re all fucked out like this.”
Without giving you a chance to reply, he wraps his mouth around you, engulfing you to flick his tongue up and over your clit. The hand in his hair tightens as you whine. He licks over you again, pressing his tongue flat before flicking up just the end, targeting your swollen clit. He switches to use his lips on it before ducking down to shove his tongue deep into you. Your back arches and you murmur his name.
“Channie, fuck,” your upper body jolts upward, off of the couch involuntarily when he moves his tongue back to your clit.
“Use the right name, babygirl.”
“Chris-”
“Not that one.” He slips two fingers into you, lifting his head to watch you when he curls up into your g-spot. “Come on, little lamb. You know the one.”
You shake your head, feeling the knot building in your stomach. His tongue darts out, licking up your folds tauntingly. “Bang-”
He laughs. “Nope, not my stage name either.”
He bends down to suckle your clit, and you feel the knot begin to snap. A gasp escapes you, then suddenly his fingers retreat. “Wha- no! No, Channie please, I was so close, I-”
“Not until you say it, babygirl.”
“Daddy! Daddy, please-”
His fingers slip back into you, joined by a third, and you arch off the couch again. His lips capture your clit and when he licks it again, you snap. The orgasm hits you so hard, you feel like you stop breathing. Your vision goes white and you feel your pulse in your ears. You vaguely hear him coo at you, calling your name as you return to your body. Slowly your vision returns and your hearing quiets. Chan whispers your name, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh above the fishnets.
“There she is. I lost you for a couple minutes.”
“Minutes?” Your hand returns to his hair, nails scratching his scalp gently as you stare at the ceiling to catch your breath.
“Mmm.” He bites your thigh gently before pulling himself back up to your face. “Hi.”
You tilt down to look at him. “Hi.”
“Can I kiss you?” You nod, closing your eyes as he leans in. The kiss is soft, tender. You can taste yourself on him, sweet and tangy. His tongue sweeps over your lips gently before he pulls back. “How do you feel?”
“I feel good, Channie. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? We can wait-”
“No!”
He grins at your eagerness. “Okay.” He nods, kissing you softly. “Okay, I’ll fuck you, babygirl. Since you’re still so needy after milking both Bin and Ji dry, I’ll give you my cum too. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He whispers it into your ear, sending chills down your spine.
“No condom.” He pulls back to look at you, surprised. “I’m o-on the pill, we don’t- I just want-”
“Oh, baby,” he laughs, caressing your cheek, “how are you this perfect for me? All this time, my best fucking friend.” His mouth crashes to yours before you can reply. He shifts, one hand shoving down his shorts to release his cock. You feel the weight of it fall against you and whimper into his mouth. Wiggling your hips, you try to nudge him closer to your entrance, but all that does is make him gasp. He rips his mouth from you, staring down at you incredulously.
“Don’t be a brat now, you’ve been so good all night.”
“Daddy, please.”
You watch his eyes roll back just before he closes his eyes, steeling himself. When he opens them a split second later, they’re darker, determined. “Behave.”
But he sits back on his haunches, gripping his cock in his hand to guide it to your center. He’s thicker than Changbin, the stretch so delicious as he buries himself in your heat. You whimper, gasping when he meets your cervix. “Channie, oh my god.”
“Jesus, this tight little cunt- what the fuck am I supposed to do with you?”
You grab his hand, bringing it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Fuck me, Daddy.” You flatten his hand against your throat, watching as understanding flashes and he groans. His fingers tighten briefly as he pulls out slowly, almost completely, before sliding back into you. You feel your eyes roll back.
“Such a little whore for us, hmm? A perfectly good girl, just absolutely filthy.” He pulls out and slides in again, again, again. He fucks you at a constant pace, not too quick, not too harsh. He readjusts his grip on your throat and leans forward, face crowding yours. “How long have you wanted this, lamb?”
“Too- too long!” You manage to get out between thrusts, and Chan bends to lick over your nipple.
“Not- shit- I bet not as long as us.”
Involuntarily, you clench around him at the implication. “What? Us?”
He brings his face back to yours. “You think we don’t talk? You know how close we are.” He squeezes the fingers at your throat. Chan fucks like he dances-- aggressively. He makes the same tantalizing faces, too. “You, my little siren, have us all in your thrall.” He emphasizes his words with a particularly rough thrust, his face distorting with the effort.
You bite your lip to hold back a particularly loud moan. He crashes his mouth to yours to rip your bottom lip from your teeth, claiming it between his own with a grunt. When he pulls back, you pant. “A-all? Like…”
“All, babygirl. Every single one.”
It’s enough to push you to your breaking point, orgasm washing over you in white hot waves. Chan raises up, repositioning to fuck you through it. His hand loosens and starts to pull away but you frantically dig your nails into his forearm. He seems to understand right away, a throaty noise escaping him as he grips you again, applying more pressure. His name is torn from you, lost in a gasping breath when his thumb presses into your clit, driving you right back up the wall before you have a chance to fully come down.
“Jesus, you’re squeezing me so tight, lamb, shit I’m gonna cum, gonna- oh God,” Chan’s hips stutter, movements erratic as he spills himself in you, groaning in exertion. His hand pulls away from your throat, lifting to your face as he falls forward to kiss you tenderly.
The door to the studio opens and closes with a soft click. Chan breaks the kiss to glance over at Jisung as he sets some things down on the desk.
“I brought some ramyeon and water.”
“Thanks, Ji.” Chan turns back to you, tapping your cheek with two fingers. “You still with me, lamb?”
“Mhmm. Just tired now.” You smile up at him before puckering your lips, asking for another kiss. He grins, rolling his eyes dramatically as he indulges you. When you turn to look at Jisung, you furrow your brows. “Where’s Binnie?”
“Downstairs. One of the staff got him talking about workout routines.” Ji answers, leaning against the desk and making a face.
“So we’ve lost him for the night.” Chan remarks, which makes you giggle. He kisses your cheek and motions to get off of you.
“Probably. How do you feel, jagi?”
Chan sits up on his knees, his cock finally slipping out of you. “Messy.” You tell Jisung, and he looks down your body.
His eyes go wide. “You didn’t use a condom?!” He looks from your face to Chan and then back to you.
“Daddy has a kink?” It comes out as a question, and Chan groans.
“Daddy?!” Jisung flails, choking on air.
“Great, thanks for that. Now they’ll all know.” Chan shoots you a very pointed look and you giggle, shrugging back at him.
“I can’t believe all the jokes that have been made are true, hyung.”
Chan glares at Jisung before lunging, grabbing Ji by the shirt and dragging him close. “We’ll talk about this later.” He shoves Jisung down toward your body, moving off the couch to give him more space. “For now, I think you should clean her up.”
Jisung looks at your face briefly before looking back up at Chan. “Okay, uh- should we get a towel-”
“Use your mouth.”
Your breath hitches and Jisung meets your eyes, seeking permission. “Please, Ji.”
Without another word, he shifts, angling your leg over his shoulder to lower his mouth to your core. His tongue slips between your lips to find your clit, circling and crossing over the bundle of nerves until you’re tugging at his hair with one hand and your own hair with the other.
“Ji, don’t stop,” he sucks your clit between his teeth and flicks it rapidly with the point of his tongue, bringing you to your climax again. He eases off of your clit, sliding down to fuck his tongue into you as you tremble with the ripples of your orgasm. Jisung sucks down the mixture of your release and Chan’s cum without complaint, causing Chan to grin from his perch on the arm of the couch above him.
“Who’s the good boy now, babygirl?” He challenges, quirking a smug brow at you. You flip him the bird half-heartedly, leg slipping from Jisung’s shoulder as he withdraws his face from your pussy.
“C’mere, Ji.” You curl your hands, motioning for him to climb on top of you. His mouth meets yours in a frantic claim, a whimper escaping one of you. You place several short kisses around his lips, up his jaw, over his cheeks until they crinkle under your lips with his smile.
“You’re okay, baby?” There’s a fragility in the question, in the way his voice wavers, how he clears his throat.
“I’m okay, Ji.” You kiss his nose softly. He rests his forehead against yours and sighs.
Chan slaps his ass, ruining the moment. “Come on, let’s get her dressed so we can go home and wash up properly. And then I demand snuggles.” He points a finger at you menacingly.
Jisung climbs off you before helping you sit up. You sway side to side for a moment, causing both of them to put up their hands to catch you, but you remain upright.
“Jesus, jagiya, are you sure you’re okay? Just how many orgasms did you have?”
You stare at a spot on the floor as you try to recall. “Uh…” you mutter under your breath as you count for a second before your eyes open wide. “Oh my god.”
“What?!”
“Eight. I had eight orgasms.”
There’s a moment of silence, of disbelief, before Chan and Jisung are gasping and giggling. You nudge Ji’s shoulder petulantly and he drags you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he continues to laugh.
“Well you know what they say about eight.” Chan says, and now it’s your turn to point a finger at him.
“Shut up, Bang.”
The door opens again and all three of you turn to watch Changbin walk in. “Hey, you know what I was thinking, those handcuffs bunny has might-'' He sees you all looking. “What happened?”
“Guess how many orgasms she had.” Jisung speaks, earning a swat on the chest from you.
Changbin leans against the door, brows raised. “I know I got her to three.”
“Oh my god, is this going to be a competition now?” You drop your face into your hands with a groan as Chan laughs.
“Come on. Get dressed, we’re going home.” Chan runs a hand down your hair. Jisung pulls you to your feet and Changbin finds your dress.
“I’m keeping these.” Changbin holds up your panties before pocketing them.
“That means I never get to wear this for you again.” You tell him, sitting in Chan’s desk chair to eat the ramyeon Jisung forces into your hands. Changbin pouts but pulls the panties out and puts them on top of your purse.
Chan snaps his fingers. “Eat. Then we go to the dorm.”
“Okay, okay, you’re so bossy.”
“You bring us food and make us eat all the time! We’re just returning the favor.” Jisung winks as he says it. You roll your eyes but smile and take a bite.
Chan and Changbin pack up. Chan cages you between his arms as he leans over your shoulder to save their progress on the track, shutting down the studio equipment and tucking his laptop into his bag. He kisses the top of your head as you finish the ramyeon, taking a drink from the bottle of water Bin hands you.
You stand to step into your coat as Jisung holds it out for you. Chan pulls the belt around and ties it closed for you, kissing your cheek once he finishes. Changbin ushers you out of the studio as Chan shuts the lights and locks the door. The four of you crowd into the elevator in comfortable silence, and a few minutes later, you’re in the backseat of Changbin’s car as he pulls out of the parking structure.
“Do I still have spare clothes at the dorm?” You ask, and Chan turns to look at you from the passenger seat.
“I have some in my room, but I think Ji has most of them.”
“Yeah, there’s a bunch in my bottom drawer. But you’re welcome to borrow anything you want.”
You lean over to kiss him. “Thank you Hanji.” You catch Changbin’s eye in the rear-view mirror, so you lean forward to slip your hand around. He catches it with the hand that isn’t on the steering wheel. “This was a great assracha bonding session, I feel very close with you guys now.” Jisung groans and Changbin giggles.
“Don’t call us that, jagi.”
“You lost the right to make that demand when YOU started the group chat.” Jisung scrunches his face but doesn’t retort. “Hey, now I have a new reason to call you assracha!”