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I came across a recent interview/variety show episode with Minho, Felix and Changbin, where Changbin really had to pee. Visible squirming, hands pressed into crotch, scrunched faces, the lot. A *sneeze* made him worried enough to ask for a break in the middle of filming (which they highlighted at the beginning of the episode, poor guy) and I cannot stop thinking about it. I remembered your hc that he’s into omorashi so I RAN here to beg for some more MinBin omorashi.

Perhaps a scenario where Minho hydrated him a bit too much before filming started and poor Changbin was on the verge of an accident. Maybe he makes it to the bathroom dry, maybe he doesn’t. I’ll leave that up to you should you accept my request. Thank you <3

Where did you find this because I would like to watch it for uh... research purposes...

I would absolutely love to write some more omo MinBin, and I'll be sure to do so as soon as this terrible writing block is over. I'm thinking Minho fills him up with drink after drink, then has them film a dance practice where Changbin has to pretend everything's fine, even though the constant movement makes him leak continuously into his pants~

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop omorashi #omorashi #stray kids omorashi #lee know smut #seo changbin smut #changbin smut #bladder control #bladder holding

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Moonbyul x h a n d s

#mamamoo #mamamoo smut #moonbyul #moonbyul mamamoo #moonbyul smut #mamamoo kpop

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CW: Omorashi

Currently laying in bed with an achingly full bladder and thinking about how wonderfully degrading it would be to do omorashi with Minho.

Maybe you were a brat and your punishment is that you're not allowed to leave the bed for any reason. You could complain about the need, but he'd just laugh at you and say stuff like "you can hold it longer, don't be pathetic" or "aww, not so tough now are you?" All the while you're holding yourself and bouncing nervously, begging to be allowed to piss because you're scared you'll leak soon. Minho just watched, amused, eyebrow raised at your little display of desperation before eventually cupping a hand over your crotch and whispering "you really need to go, hm? What's stopping you?" And that's all you need to let go, warmth flooding his hand as you whimper in embarrassment and relief. Once you're emptied, he'd wrinkle his nose in fake disgust, complaining of how dirty you got him and the bed (although the bulge in his pants would tell you he doesn't really mind).

#stray kids omorashi #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know smut #kpop omorashi #lee minho smut #omorashi

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#stray kids smut #skz smut #jeongin smut #in smut #yang jeongin smut #yang jeongin #jeongin stray kids

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Just a Normal Day in the Studio (3racha)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 676

Warnings: Sub!Changbin, Dom!Chan/Jisung, master kink, cock ring, vibrator, orgasm denial, crying (in a good way!) passing out after cumming

Summary: Changbin tries out a new toy with his doms and boy does it make his head spin.

Changbin was this close to going insane.

The toy in his ass had continued to buzz nonstop for almost an hour now, the pleasant sensation practically massaging his prostate as he struggled to keep his whimpers in. Meanwhile, Chan and Jisung didn't even bat an eye, both dutifully working on the new track for their next comeback; a track that Changbin was supposed to be writing lyrics for, but clearly to no avail.

"Binnie, let's hear what you have so far," Chan's voice called, and Changbin snapped his head up to see both boys staring at him expectantly. He gulped, hands shaking slightly as he glanced down at the laptop and cleared his throat.

“U-uh, yeah, well you see I’ve been… I kinda don’t know exactly-y the style yet, so there’s n-not much-”

“Well read us what you do have and then we can help,” Jisung suggested, and Changbin would have been blind not to notice the way the younger’s eyes were trailed on his trembling thighs. Realizing there was no escape, he nodded sheepishly and began stumbling through the first few lines, never once looking up from the laptop’s screen. He knew that if he did, he’d meet the intense gaze of his bandmates, and there was no way his brain could handle that at the moment.

Finally, after shifting in his seat to where the toy pushed impossibly deeper into him, poor Changbin had enough.

“F-Fuck, I can’t- I need to cum, please, masters I’ve been so good, Binnie’s been s-so good for you both!”

Jisung’s grin grew even wider, but Chan’s face remained unchanged by the sudden outburst as he simply stood up from his chair and crossed over to the trembling Changbin. Within seconds, the younger’s bottoms had been discarded and he was on full display to the two hungry men in front of him. “You look so pretty like this Binnie,” Jisung mused. “So desperate with that cock ring around your dick, it makes me never want to take it off.” Changbin sobbed at that, tears of desperation falling down his handsome cheeks as his whole body shook like a leaf.

“P-please…” The whimper sounded so pitiful and small that finally, Chan gave in and decided to take pity on the poor sub.

“Fine, we’ll let you cum, but only because you’ve been such a good boy for us today.” Changbin babbled out a series of ‘“thank you”s as his hips bucked into the air, so desperate for any sort of attention now that the promise of release had been unveiled. Chan smiled, glancing over at Jisung, “Do you wanna do the honors?” He asked, and Jisung nodded eagerly before scrambling over and kneeling beside Changbin.

“Ok baby, here we go,” he cooed. “3… 2… 1!”

With that, Jisung removed the cock ring from his dick as Chan gave it a firm stroke, making Changbin’s mouth hang open in a silent scream as he spurted ropes of cum all over his lap and chest. It felt like the pleasure was never-ending, and after being denied for so long, the feeling was enough to make his head go completely fuzzy. Nothing else mattered in the world, it was just him, his members, and how good they were making him feel.

“Thank you masters, thank you, thank you…” he sobbed, whole body shaking as the energy was positively drained from it. And then, just like that, he was gone, passed out on the couch as his dick twitched softly in the orgasm afterglow.

The two doms just sat there for a second, admiring how absolutely stunning Changbin looked when unconscious and painted with his own cum. Chan was the one who broke the silence, clearing his throat and swallowing harshly.

“We have to do that again sometime.”

Jisung laughed, stroking the side of the sleeping man’s face lovingly. “Hell yeah, and I think he enjoyed it too.”

“Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to jerk off over our beautiful baby so I can add to that little cum puddle of his.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #changbin smut #seo changbin smut #han jisung smut

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Sexy Stray Kids Headcanons

Genre: Smut

Warnings: I mean it's a kink list, so there's a shit ton of stuff in here. Instead of typing them all out, I'll put the main idea of each bullet point at the front of the paragraph so if you wanna skip it, you can!

Summary: This is honestly just an excuse to project my own kinks onto the Stray Kids members, matching them up with what I think they'd like and be into. This is all purely a headcanon, and I am not seriously assuming the sexual activities of any of the members.

A/N: None of this is actually canon in the way of my fanfics, so please don't take it as like "the rule book" of what I write Stray Kids as.

Bang Chan:

Total sub. This man gives his everything to everyone and deserves to be completely taken care of in bed. He'd be such a good boy too, never acting out or breaking rules because he hates disappointing people.

Praise kink. Holy shit just compliment him once during sex and he'll turn into a blushing, shy mess. "Thank you ma'am/sir, just for you." His ears are sensitive too, so if his partner rubs them while commenting on their adorable redness, he simply turns into a trembling puddle.

Shibari. Please tie him up, he adores being made pretty and decorated with delicate knots. Sometimes he sees a new style online and tries to show his partner, but ends up stuttering and getting hard just from trying to explain what he wants to be done to his body.

Lee Minho:

Dom alllllll the way. If anyone tries to make him subby he basically laughs in their face.

Likes bottoming just as much as topping. Dom doesn't always equal top, and Minho loves to switch it up. Whether it's someone with female anatomy being forced to peg him instead of getting their own pleasure or someone with male anatomy fucking into him while he teases them for being desperate, this man adores being filled and is unashamed about it.

Sir/master kink. You CANNOT tell me this man doesn't get off on a good power trip, he's addicted to how pitiful and ego-stroking these titles sound coming from his partner's mouth.

Seo Changbin:

Switch with dom lean. I mean, have you seen this man's smirk?? Like hello???? He loves watching his partner squirm and beg for him, but can also be the one begging as an adorable needy baby when he feels like it.

Omorashi. Alright, this one is a bit self-indulgent admittedly but hear me out! The idea of someone so muscular and well built not having control over the simplest thing like his own bladder is so delicious to imagine. I can see him at practice, borderline desperate as he goes over the choreo, yet he doesn't go to the bathroom because the fullness just feels so good. So he just bites his lip and pushes through it before finally excusing himself when he feels the droplets start to stain his underwear. (Bonus points if his partner beats him to the door and makes him beg to be allowed to go.)

Mutual masturbation. I just get this feeling that Changbin is a heavenly sight when he jerks off, and he knows it, so he uses it to tease his partner during sexual activities. "Touch yourself babe, I wanna see you being so pretty for me."

Hwang Hyunjin:

Switch with sub lean. Hyunjin seems like the kind of guy to start off dominating his partner, then turn into puddy the second they even remotely fight back. "Aww, poor Jinnie couldn't stay in charge for long, hm? Don't worry darling, I'll take care of you."

Impact play. In my mind's eye, I see Hyunjin as a major brat, but not just because of the power dynamic it creates but also the punishments that come with it. He loves being bent over someone's knee and spanked until his eyes are pricked with tears and he's gasping from the mix of pleasure and pain.

Hair pulling. Alright, this one is a bit cliche, I'll admit, but I like to imagine he doesn't do it for the action itself, but rather the satisfaction of his partner frantically gripping at his roots and they receive pleasure. Like if he's eating them out/sucking them off and they grab his head and yank him further down, causing him to moan at the feeling and pride of making them feel so good.

Han Jisung:

Adorable little subby boy. His jeekies are just too precious to be put to waste, so he uses them to look extra cute as he pouts and begs for attention when he's horny.

Make-outs. Jisung is always trying to get kisses from his members, and I like to imagine that if he ever actually got one, he'd just cease to function and laugh awkwardly to hide how much he enjoyed it. He loves when his partner will pin him down and just ravage his lips, leaving him breathless, panting, and painfully hard. I can clearly envision him every once just pouting and begging for kisses, only for his partner to roll their eyes and tell him no. "I know it'll only make you horny, Hannie, and we don't have time for that right now."

Public sex. This man seems like the type that would be needy 24/7, always looking for an opportunity to get off and get his partner off. If this means getting a hurried blow job in a club bathroom, then by all means he's down. He loves the thrill of possibly being caught mixed with the knowledge that his partner is so willing to help him, and the combination makes him cum embarrassingly fast every time.

Lee Felix:

The switchiest switch to ever switch. His duality is insane, and he can go from an adorable, sensitive baby to a grinning, cocky fucker in all of 2 seconds.

Dacryphilia. This one is also pretty self-indulgent, I'll admit. Not to sound creepy, but Felix just looks so pretty when he cries, especially when he wipes the tears and some makeup comes off with it, exposing his freckles. Imagining that but with his pleasure receiving face?? Holy shit I will die on this hill. I feel like he'd love the vulnerability of it, and it shows just how intensely the person is feeling. He'd love to express how good he feels by choking out sobs as he fucks/gets fucked by his partner, the saltiness mixing with the drool leaking from the corners of his mouth.

Edging. Felix may be a softy in real life, but in bed, I have a feeling he's not nearly as nice and forgiving. Just watching his partner tremble and beg to cum does wonders for his dick, and it ties back to the dacryphilia when tears start flowing down their cheeks. He'd kiss them off and smirk, satisfied. "Alright darling, you can cum now, but I don't want to hear any word besides my name come out of that pretty little mouth."

Kim Seungmin:

Doms 98% of the time, but when he subs, he subs HARD. I'm talking non-verbal, completely submerged in subspace, whimpering and making grabby hands to signal he wants something. When that's not happening though, he's a strict, ruthless dom who isn't afraid to push his partner to their limits (with their consent of course!!)

Thigh-riding. I'm not sure why, but something about this man's aura gives me annoyed, couldn't-care-less dom vibes. I'm imagining his partner in his lap, desperately humping his leg and begging to get more stimulation, but Seungmin simply sips his coffee and continues doing work on his laptop. Bonus points if it's a form of punishment. "You've been a brat, baby, you don't deserve any more of my attention. Just keep rubbing against my leg like the needy bitch you are."

Pet play. Oh, how this man would love putting a collar and leash on his partner and making them crawl around in it. Sure the humiliation they get is a nice touch, but the way they just look so submissive and vulnerable on all fours like that. "Aww, look who's the puppy now?"

Yang Jeongin:

Dom. Yes, he's a dom, and no, I do not take criticism because I am simply just spitting pure facts my guy. The new confidence he's gained recently can't be put to waste, so what better way to utilize it than in the bedroom?

Corruption kink. After being babied most of his life and finally breaking out of that mold, Jeongin desperately wants to convert someone to the sinful side along with him. The idea of the seemingly cute, innocent maknae polluting his partner's mind behind closed doors may seem obscene, but that only serves to harden Jeongin's dick further as his rebellious nature sets in.

Marking. I mean come on, this man literally bit Hyunjin's neck during a SKZ-Talker episode, do I really need to explain? He loves showing affection but doesn't always know how to express it, so I imagine marking his partner up is a perfect way for him to demonstrate his love without the need for words. He'd spend forever sucking hickeys into their skin, not stopping until he feels completely satisfied with the red and purple dots littering their chest, neck, and thighs.

#kpop smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #lee minho smut #seo changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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If someone were to hypothetically write a fic where a hypothetical Jeongin proves he can dom all of Stray Kids by exploiting each of their most intense kinks he learned about from hypothetically listening to them fuck around with each other, would people read said hypothetical fic? No reason for asking, just curious...

#stray kids smut #yang jeongin smut #jeongin smut #bang chan smut #lee minho smut #seo changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #lee felix smut #kim seungmin smut

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So here's a bunch of ideas I have for some new Mamamoo smut, please comment and let me know which ones you want me to work on first!

1) Moonbyul x Hwasa in a "domme off" where they finally see once and for all who's the more confident gay.

2) Soft Wheein x Hwasa romantic sex inspired from when they said they "shared love" in a hotel room.

3) Moonbyul x Wheein MDLG (with Moonbyul being the mommy, obviously.)

4) Royal AU with Moonsun where Moonbyul dresses up as a boy so she can become a suitor to her secret lover Princess!Solar (this one may have some angst for added spice, idk.)

5) Milf!Hwasa and Babysitter!Solar

#kpop smut #mamamoo smut #moonbyul smut #solar smut #wheein smut #hwasa smut #moonsun smut #wheesa smut

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Quite the Accessory ~ Moonsun

Genre: Smut (with fluffy tones at the end)

Word Count: 848

Warnings: Dom!Moonbyul, Sub!Solar, impact play, semi-public sexual behavior, subspace and subspace removal, some dirty talk but not too much, some cute fluffy times too

Summary: When Solar get's a new necklace (picture above) for her performance, she and Moonbyul can't help but have some fun with it.

A/N: This is my first time writing about subspace, so if I get any details wrong, please tell me!!

"Moon, what if someone walks in??"

"Then they'll get a nice little show, won't they darling?"

Solar bit her lip nervously, heart thumping and cheeks flushing at the idea of doing something so risky. They were in the dressing room, tucked away before a performance, with her spread across Moonbyul's lap and naked from the waist down. It was a strange feeling, yet exhilarating, and for some reason, she wanted more.

"Now, do you know why this is happening, baby?" Moonbyul asked, smirking and tracing small circles on Solar's lower back. Solar hid her face in the cushions, only for her girlfriend's stern voice to snap her out of her embarrassment.

"I asked you a question. Answer or your punishment gets worse."

Solar whimpered, immediately dropping all dignity she had left to stutter out an answer. "I teased ma'am in front of the members and staff."

"And?"

"A-and paraded around with my new necklace and told people to tug on it like I was a dog."

Moonbyul hummed in appreciation, and Solar felt the thin leather straps of the accessory running along the swell of her ass, making her gasp. "This necklace?" Moonbyul smirked, admiring the timid yet lustful look on Solar's face. "It really is quite pretty. Too bad my baby girl forgot who she belongs to and tried to act like a slut with it on." Solar whimpered even louder, pushing her hips back and begging for any sort of contact while the younger just chuckled.

"Does this really affect you that much? Does the idea of your cute little ass being spanked raw turn you on?" Solar nodded, wiggling in what she thought was an enticing way.

"I've been bad, and ma'am deserves to punish me ."

"Good girl, now count."

The first hit was relatively light, but the delicious sting of the straps still made Solar's eyes water. "One." Moonbyul repeated the action, admiring the way the necklace shined in the light slightly as she hit her trembling girlfriend's ass again. "T-Two." This hit was much harder, and if Solar wasn't already horny, she definitely would be now. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and she weakly attempted to rut forward to get some stimulation, causing Moonbyul to scoff.

"Look at you, only two spanks and you're dripping all over my nice pants." Solar's eyes widened as she briefly wondered if the wet patch would show up on stage, but all worried thoughts were finally gone when a third hit was landed, even harder than the other two combined. At this, Solar couldn't help the moan that bubbled up in her throat, the sound much too loud for their current situation. Her head began spinning, all thoughts feeling like whisps of smoke she couldn't quite grab onto. Instantly, a hand was clamped over her mouth, Moonbyul's long fingers muffling the noise. God, how she wanted those fingers knuckle-deep in her cunt. Where were they right now? What was she supposed to be doing? She couldn't remember, the only thought in her mind of good the sting was and how absolutely ablaze her skin felt.

"Dirty talk aside, you need to be quiet, ok babe?" Moonbyul insisted, gaze softening for a moment as she surveyed the dazed look in her girlfriend's eyes. The girl looked so distant, and suddenly, Moonbyul knew what was happening. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she frowned, setting down the necklace.

"Shit, Solar honey, you've gone into subspace, and we need to get you out before the performance, ok?" Solar just whined, reaching for Moonbyul's hand and trying to pull it down to her dripping cunt, but Moonbyul pulled away, massaging the red marks on Solar's ass instead before pulling her into a soft, gentle hug. She spent the next few minutes just petting and rubbing and giving Solar tender kisses, rambling about the songs they were going to perform and the new choreo before Solar finally sighed, pulling away and looking slightly confused.

"Welcome back," Moonbyul grinned, kissing her nose playfully.

"Did I...?" Solar asked, turning red. Moonbyul nodded, smiling.

"You slipped, but it's ok baby, we just don't have the time right now and I didn't want you to be stuck there too long with how it can affect your performance. So I pulled you out slowly and now you're back!" Solar nodded in understanding. It's not like she was completely oblivious, it was just that everything after the third spank had felt floaty and far away. Despite being slightly embarrassed, she couldn't help but feel her heart swell at how sweet her girlfriend was being.

Solar quickly slipped back into her clothes, adjusting her hair with the help of Moonbyul before they both headed for the door, hand in hand. Right as they were about to leave the room, however, Solar stopped, tugging at Moonbyul's wrist as a signal to pause.

"Can we, uh, maybe do all that tonight instead?"

Moonbyul smirked, tracing her fingers around the necklace that was now fastened again around Solar's neck. "Only if you convince the stylists to let you keep this beauty."

#kpop smut #mamamoo smut #moonbyul smut #solar smut #mamamoo moonsun #moonsun smut

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Psycho pt. 3 (Hyunin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Dom/Bottom!Hyunjin, Sub/Top!Jeongin, hyung kink, humiliation, voice kink, So. Much. DIRTY TALK, unprotected sex, Jeongin starts talking in 3rd person and is also packing, cum play

Summary: After having been avoided by Jeongin for almost a week now, Hyunjin decides it's finally time to take action and make his tempting fantasies a reality.

A/N: I'm so so so sorry for the wait, writers block hit me like a freight train as well as bad mental health, but thank you guys for being patient with me! I hope you enjoy the final part! :D (Also if you haven't read parts 1 and 2 I HIGHLY suggest you do so you understand the context for all this.)

If Hyunjin hadn’t known any better, he would have thought Jeongin hated him.

The avoiding eye contact, the physical distancing, the way he made up the wildest of excuses as to not be in the same room as him. It was all bizarre and out of character for any outsider watching, but thankfully, Hyunjin did know better.

The beloved maknae didn’t hate him, he loved him dearly. A little too dearly for it just to be friendly.

Ever since he had overheard the younger jerking off to his Psycho performance, Hyunjin’s mind had been swimming with nothing but unfiltered fantasies that now had some tempting possibility. Every time he looked at the boy for even a second longer than a glance, his brain would conjure up vivid images of Jeongin being a good boy for him; on his knees, begging to suck him off, blushing as the filthy words left his pretty little mouth. It was enough to drive Hyunjin insane, and his dick was almost sore from the number of times he had jerked of hurriedly in a bathroom during a break at practice with the occasional two fingers buried in his ass, replays of Jeongin’s moaning bouncing around his skull.

God, he’s just so perfect, Hyunjin groaned to himself, wiping today’s load of sticky cum off his hands. I’m scared gonna lose my mind if I don’t fuck him soon. After washing his hands and checking to make sure he looked presentable in the mirror, Hyunjin swung the bathroom door open, only to be met face to face with the person who had been causing his wave of unfiltered horniness.

Jeongin. Damn, he looks delicious today.

Jeongin’s shirt was a loose tank top, hanging off his shoulders and accentuating his growing muscles beautifully. His light grey shorts were simple, yet managed to be just tight enough to show off the swell of his ass and thighs, making Hyunjin’s mouth water as he gulped and quickly composed himself.

“Hey Innie, sorry for scaring you,” he said cooly, leaning against the door frame for maximum sexy points. Jeongin blushed, head down and gaze taking a great interest in his hyung’s shoes.

“That’s ok, I was just... you know, gonna... yeah.” He pushed past the older and hurried into a stall, leaving Hyunjin alone in the doorway to simply sigh and head back to the rest of the group.

“Hyunjin-ah, can I talk to you please?” Chan asked once he saw the boy approaching. Hyunjin just shrugged and followed him to a corner of the studio, already knowing what this was about.

“Ok, so I don’t want to be nosy, but did you and Jeongin... have a fight or something?” The leader looked concerned, eyes flashing with worry. Hyunjin honestly felt bad for him, but he couldn’t think of a way to soothe his anxieties without saying the truth, which was certainly not an option. So instead, he played dumb, saying that Jeongin had simply started acting weird to him out of nowhere. Chan sighed, eyes trailing behind Hyunjin as the maknae emerged from the bathroom, heading straight for Minho to go over some tricky choreography.

“Well, between you and me, I’m worried that this issue is impacting both of your performances during practice recently.”

“How so?” Hyunjin asked, now nervous that Chan had picked up on his frequent restroom trips.

“I don’t know, you seem... distant. Like your thoughts are elsewhere,” Chan mused, studying Hyunjin’s face as the boy struggled to control a blush. “And Jeongin, he just, he avoids you like the plague. Even when he’s next to you in the choreo, he stares at the floor and refuses to make eye contact with anyone, almost like he’s scared it’ll be you.” Despite knowing the reason behind it, Hyunjin’s chest still clenched, heart aching with the thought of the precious maknae not feeling safe around him.

“So, all this to say that I was, uh, wondering if you guys could talk it out after practice today?”

Hyunjin’s brain suddenly short-circuited at the request. Talk it out? Together?? Alone??? His mind raced with possibilities, and he nodded enthusiastically, earning an eyebrow raise from Chan.

“I miss him, I wanna talk to him and get this all sorted out,” Hyunjin assured, and it technically wasn’t a lie. He just didn’t specify what “this” was.

“Good,” Chan smiled, patting the younger’s head affectionately. “I’ll make sure to clear the others out so you guys can talk in peace without them annoying you.” Hyunjin quickly thanked him and then returned to the group’s practice, eyes trailing hungrily on what he hoped was a soon-to-be-fucked Jeongin.

After what felt like an eternity of dancing, tweaking moves, and working out kinks in the choreo (pun intended), Chan finally declared it time to rest for the day. “I’m ordering dinner for anyone who’s interested, it’ll be a little thank you for working so hard the past few weeks,” he said, earning various “thank you hyung!”s in response. Felix and Jisung cheered eagerly, dashing to the door and already discussing what they wanted to eat while Seungmin and Changbin quickly followed close behind. Jeongin made a move to go as well, but Chan grabbed his shoulder gently.

“Hey, so I know you’ve been struggling on that one move and that it’s been stressing you out, so Hyunjin has volunteered to stay back and help you with it,” he explained, and Jeongin’s eyes grew wide.

“No no, that’s ok, Minho-hyung said he would do i-”

“That was before I learned food was happening,” Minho smirked, grabbing his water bottle and heading towards the door as well.

“But... but what if I’m hungry too!” Jeongin argued, clearly grasping at straws.

“I’ll get you your favorite, ok? There’s no need to be embarrassed about asking for help sometimes, and you don’t have to stay long. Just let Hyunjin review it and then you can come eat with us!” Jeongin looked defeated, realizing there was no way out of this. Hyunjin, who had been silently observing during this conversation, decided to speak up.

“Don’t worry, Innie, I’ll take good care of you.”

And the gulp Jeongin made at that moment made Hyunjin all the more excited.

Once the others had cleared out of the studio, the two were finally left alone to stand in uncomfortable silence. Jeongin glanced up at his hyung nervously, clearly wanting to get the exchange over with as soon as possible but also not wanting to make the first move. He was about to say something when Hyunjin’s low voice cut him off before he got the chance, making him freeze in panic.

“So, Innie, have you been practicing the Psycho choreo like you promised?”

Jeongin gaped at him, then Hyunjin watched as the recognition flashed in his eyes. He was almost certain the maknae hadn’t actually learned the dance but wanted to tease him nonetheless. Smirking, he watched as Jeongin fumbled to say something, eventually stuttering out an excuse about time as his ears turned a deep shade of pink.

“Oh really? I could have sworn I heard you listening to it the other day...” Jeongin simply shrugged noncommittally as his gaze bore holes in the studio floor, so Hyunjin decided to go even further and try and get a solid reaction out of him. “I even heard grunting, so I assumed you were exerting yourself.”

Jeongin practically choked on his own spit as he whipped his head up to meet Hyunjin’s firm gaze, pupils blown wide in shock and horror as he began to piece together what was happening. Hyunjin smirked and took a step towards the frozen boy, his voice dropping to an even lower level.

“Unless sweet little Innie was doing something else?”

A shiver ran down Jeongin’s spine as his mind raced, just barely concealing a whimper that had threatened to leave his mouth. Did Hyunjin know the whole story? Was he embarrassing him as a punishment? Was he mad? As if reading his mind, Hyunjin chuckled, reaching out to stroke Jeongin’s cheek; a touch surprisingly soft for the way his laugh sounded dark and dangerous.

“I’m not mad Innie, just surprised is all. I didn’t expect the beloved maknae to do something so filthy as to jerk off to his own band member’s performance.” Jeongin whined. He knew it was gross, he knew it was wrong, yet when Hyunjin's voice said such things it felt like they were going straight to his dick, already twitching despite Jeongin’s best efforts to remain calm.

Hyunjin wasn’t fooled though, and he knew he was one step closer to getting the boy to break for him.

“Imagine if the other members found out just how dirty you were, Jeongin. Would Chan-hyung be disappointed? And what about Minho and Seungmin, they’d never let you hear the end of it. I bet Jisung would be a brat about the whole thing and work extra hard on stage to rile you up.” Jeongin hated that he was getting off on this, on the idea of the whole group finding out his secret, but his horny-hazed brain simply didn’t seem to care as the filthy thoughts filled his mind.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” was all he managed to get out, sounding shaky even in his own ears but even more pitiful in Hyunjin’s.

“I know, and hyung forgives you,” Hyunjin replied, softening his voice to make sure the boy understood him. Jeongin simply stared at him wide-eyed, scared to say anything else since he knew his voice would betray him, but the bulge in his shorts told Hyunjin all he needed to know.

“Aww, is Innie getting turned on from all this talk?” Hyunjin asked, laughing when Jeongin nodded shyly in response. “Such a cutie, if only there was a devilishly handsome man here to help you…” If he wasn’t dying for a good dick, Jeongin would have scoffed and rolled his eyes. But instead, he leaned closer until their lips were dangerously close to touching, breathing in the older’s scent as he tried to steady his thumping heart.

And that was all the confirmation Hyunjin needed.

He grinned at that before smashing their lips together, shoving Jeongin back against the mirrored wall and snaking a hand around his waist. The softness of his lips made Jeongin’s head spin, his hands immediately traveled up to find a home in the blonde’s soft hair as he groaned unknowingly into the kiss.

Hyunjin pulled away all too soon, eyeing Jeongin up and down ferociously. “We don’t have long before Chan comes to check on us, so we gotta be quick.”

“Well maybe if someone hadn’t spent so long teasing-”

Hyunjin practically growled, hand shooting up to tug on Jeongin’s hair harshly, earning a whimper in response. “So now you’re gonna act all sly, hm? Remember who’s in charge here, or I’m leaving you here to deal with this yourself.” He cupped his hand over the younger’s bulge to prove his point, Jeongin’s eyes fluttering as he whimpered and rolled his hips to get more friction.

“You’re in charge hyung, just you, please don’t leave me.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

Jeongin nodded so hard his neck ached. “Please hyung, I’ve wanted you to for weeks.”

Hyunjin hummed, satisfied, and pulled Innie down to a sitting position on the floor. His own dick was starting to grow painful in his shorts, so he made quick work of stepping back and stripping off the remaining layers. Jeongin’s mouth hung open in admiration as he watched the dancer’s muscles ripple at the movement, cock hanging lazily between his legs. Jeongin felt a bolt of boldness when he saw just how hard Hyunjin was, and despite his better judgment, he decided to tease just a little bit more.

“For someone acting so smug, you sure are riled up there, hyung.” Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed as he leaned down to hover over Jeongin against the floor.

"For someone acting so shy, you sure are talking back quite a bit," he replied flatly, yet the tone in his voice told Jeongin that was the only warning he was gonna get.

"Now here's what's gonna happen," Hyunjin smirked, giving Jeongin a quick peck on the forehead. "I'm gonna strip your beautiful body down so I can see all your cuteness, ok?" Jeongin nodded, already raising his hips so the older could slip off his much-too-tight feeling shorts. Hyunjin chuckled at the clear eagerness of his actions but did exactly as he wanted, the shorts quickly being discarded into the pile along with the other clothes.

“B-boxers too please, hyung,” Jeongin requested, the almost pleading tone in his voice making Hyunjin also all the more impatient.

“As you wish, Innie.” And with that, Jeongin was naked from the waist down, his toned, gorgeous body on unabashed display.

Holy fucking shit.

Sure Hyunjin had fantasized many, many times before, but nothing could have prepared him for seeing the maknae’s dick for the first time. It stood proud and tall, curving up towards his stomach and twitching as Jeongin’s chest rose and fell heavily in anticipation. The head was an almost angry red, and Hyunjin practically drooled when he saw the beads of precum resting on the tip. Not only that, but Jeongin was big. Not in an unnatural way, but in a way that made Hyunjin choked back a shocked sound as he took in the glorious sight before him.

After a few moments of silent staring, Jeongin made out an impatient noise. “Can’t you do something instead of just eye-fucking me?” Hyunjin smirked, taking that as an invitation to lean forward and lick a long strip along the underside of his cock, making him gasp and roll his eyes back at the sudden pleasure.

“Innie, eyes open,” Hyunjin warned, giving Jeongin’s thigh a light slap. The boy’s eye immediately flew open again, already looking so far away it made the older want to laugh (in a loving way of course). “I’m going to give you two options, and you’re going to pick between them, ok?”

Jeongin nodded quickly, looking thoroughly interested.

“Option 1,” Hyunjin began, reaching out to stroke Jeongin’s cock as if to punctuate his statement. “I suck you off. I put this stunning, delicious dick in my mouth and suck you dry, then you do the same to me.” This was Hyunjin’s least favorite of the two, but he wanted to give Jeongin a non-sex option just in case that was going too far.

When he didn’t say anything in response, Hyunjin continued a little more carefully. “Option 2: we get to see what this dick can really do.”

Jeongin nearly blew his load at the thought alone, the filthy words coming out of the beautiful Hwang Hyunjin’s mouth. He nodded and bucked his hips up into his hand, curses flying out under his breath.

“I’ll take that as a pick for option 2?” Hyunjin smirked, accentuating the question with a firm squeeze.

“Yes,” Jeongin whined pathetically, and Hyunin’s groaned, watching in appreciation as the dick in his hand practically pulsed in excitement.

“Fuck baby, I was planning on railing you into next week, but after seeing this pretty cock, I might just have to have you top.” Jeongin moaned even louder at that, ears burning a deep shade of red. “Yeah? Would Innie like that? Would you like your cute cock buried in my tight little ass?” Hyunjin smirked, twisting his hand and drawing a frantic nod out of the other. “Hm, then how about I ride you. Does that sound good baby?” Jeongin whimpered out a hurried “yes, please” before Hyunjin pushed him back onto the floor, eagerly pressing their lips together again in a searing kiss.

To say the kiss was messy was an understatement, nothing but a flash of tangled tongues and drool spilling out of the corner of their lips, but neither seemed to care. When Hyunjin pulled away, a string of saliva connected their mouths, and he hummed contentedly.

“Ok baby, we need to open me up first, do you think you can help with that?” Despite his eyes being glassy and far away, Jeongin grinned eagerly, the smile making Hyunjin’s heart flutter despite the situation. Of course, his heart was also fluttering at the idea of the maknae’s beautiful hands working him open for his dick.

The process was slow, but Jeongin seemed more than eager to learn, and eventually, they had worked their way up to three fingers, with Hyunjin laying on his back as the younger loomed over him, veins in his arms bulging as he fingered him mercilessly. Feeling more than ready and extremely needy, Hyunjin was about to speak up when something stopped him.

A very intense something.

Three fingers plunging directly onto his prostate.

Hyunjin moaned so loudly it echoed off the dance studio walls. Jeongin jumped at the sudden noise before a look of concern crossed his handsome face. “H-hyung, are you ok?” He asked timidly, fingers still rubbing against the oh-so-sensitive spot. Hyunjin’s back arched as he nodded, quickly biting on his lower lip to keep in any more embarrassingly loud sounds.

“Fucking hell, stop moving Innie, g-gonna cum if you keep doing that, and- ah~ if I cum right now, you don’t get to f-fuck me.”

And with that, the hands were ripped away from his body, obediently flying to Jeongin’s sides as he gazed up almost apologetically.

The second he was free, Hyunjin pounced on Jeongin, hands grasping his strong shoulder as he grinded down on his lap. Jeongin hissed at the stimulation to his briefly neglected dick, wanting desperately to just get on with it. Luckily, Hyunjin seemed to feel the same way, and within moments, they both gasped at the sensation of Jeongin slowly entering him.

Even after being stretched with three long fingers, Hyunjin still felt a slight ache at the stretch. Somehow, Jeongin’s dick seemed even bigger inside him than just looking at it, if that was even possible, but he was loving every single second of it. After sheathing himself fully, he studied the younger’s face carefully, searching for any signs of regret or discomfort. Instead, all he found was the magnificent sight of Jeongin, head arched back, mouth hanging open in a silent moan as sweat already started to bead on his forehead. Deciding not to tease him anymore, Hyunjin simply muttered a quick “cute,” before setting a ruthless pace of sliding up and down the maknae’s cock.

Jeongin felt like he was in heaven, with Hyunjin being the beautiful angel bouncing on his dick, hair flopping against his face as he threw his head back in pleasure. Sure he’d had sex before, even anal, but Hyunjin just felt so tight, so secure, so strong. All Jeongin could do was moan unapologetically, overcome with the amount of pleasure and happiness he was feeling from finally, finally, having his dirty dream come true.

“F-Fuck, Innie, you feel so good inside me. Filling me up so well,” Hyunjin gasped, words low and raspy.

“Please k-keep talking,” Jeongin whimpered, and Hyunjin let out a breathy laugh.

“Baby just can’t get enough of my voice, huh? Is that why you jerked off to me singing? So you could hear me as you wrapped your hand around your pretty cock?”

Jeongin moaned pornographically as his mouth hung open. “Yes, yes Jinnie, I love it, I love your sexy voice and body and the way you dance and- fuck I’m gonna cum, Innie’s gonna cum!”

Hyunjin hummed, slamming his hips down even faster as the maknae gasped and practically shook in pleasure. “Aww, speaking in 3rd person now? Too fucked out by your hyung to even talk properly? So cute, Innie, so fucking cute,” he growled, his own high quickly approaching. Seeing the boy he had fantasized about for so long laying pliant underneath him, beautiful eyes squeezed shut and gasping for breath, was almost too much for Hyunjin to handle. What was even more heavenly though is when Jeongin reached between them and gave Hyunjin’s dick a nice, firm stroke, sending him moaning and collapsing forward against the younger’s body. It only took one last thrust into his prostate to send Hyunjin spilling all over his and Jeongin’s stomach, his groan bouncing around deliciously in the younger’s skull.

After fucking himself through his orgasm, Hyunjin panted, noticing that the man underneath him still hadn’t cum. He leaned forwards, ignoring the overstimulation as he clenched around Jeongin’s dick, kissing at his plump lips passionately before dipping down so his mouth was by his ear.

“Cum for me, fill me up like a good boy and-” Jeongin shook his head fervently and Hyunjin immediately stopped, about to ask what was wrong when the boy managed to whimper out an explanation.

“W-wanna cum on your face, please please, wanna see hyung’s painted all pretty with Innie’s cum, ah~ hyung please!”

And if Hyunjin could have gotten hard again, he would have.

Slowly pulling out, Hyunjin sat back and guided Jeongin into a kneeling positing supported up on his shins. Grabbing the back of his leg for support with one hand, he returned to furiously jerking the younger off with the other one, strokes occasionally being interrupted by a lick or a kiss. But most importantly, Hyunjin continued talking.

“Come on Innie, the last thing you can do after being so filthy is at least show me how you came the other day all sprawled out prettily on your bed. You know what, I bet you came on your phone, didn’t you? You saw my picture covered in your cum and needed to see it for real, hm? Fuck, you’re even dirtier than I thought, so much for the poor, sweet, innocent maknae that everyone cherishes, now there’s nothing in his place but a needy little slut.”

And it was that degradation, combined with Hyunjin’s merciless hand on his dick, that had Jeongin cumming with a high-pitched whine onto Hyunjin’s beautiful face. Some splattered across his cheek and chin, the rest dripping down and landing on his naked lap. Hyunjin grinned and licked off what was around his lips and Jeongin simply stared, fucked-out and awestruck, before reaching forward to wipe some off and feed it to the older himself. Raising an eyebrow, Hyunjin complied, opening his mouth to let Jeonhin’s sticky fingers slip in and cleaning them dutifully. After a little longer of that, Jeongin smiled lazily, laughing softly.

“What’s so funny?” Hyunjin asked, poking the maknae in the shoulder and grinning.

“You look messy,” he giggled, and Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“You’re the one who came up with this idea.”

“I know I know, it’s messy, but I like it,” Jeongin replied sheepishly, ears just barely tinging pink, and Hyunjin cooed at his cuteness and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

“How about we get cleaned up and then go eat dinner, hm baby?”

Jeongin nodded before his smile slowly turned into a look of anxiety. “H-hey hyung, dirty talk aside, can this please remain a secret? Like, just between us two?”

Hyunjin laughed at that, nodding his head and ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “Of course baby, there’s no way in hell I’m gonna tell the others. After all, that side of you is far too magical to share with anyone else.” Jeongin beamed at that, a blush gracing his cheeks beautifully as he laughed.

“Oh and hyung?

“Yes Innie?”

Jeongin snickered as he leaned over, softly singing into the older’s ear…

“You got me feelin’ like a psycho~”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #hyunin smut #stray kids hyunin #jeongin smut #yang jeongin smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #maknae on top

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Excuse Me, Noonas (Moonsun and Jisung)

Genre: Smut (God help me this is FILTH)

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: F/M and F/F smut, threesome, there’s quite the age difference between them, Moonbyul's a little mean in the beginning (but just because of stress), Dom!Moonbyul, Brat/Switch!Solar, Sub!Jisung, mommy kink, slight noona kink, dirty talk, hair-pulling, lots of praise for Sungie and some degradation for Solar

Summary: All Jisung had wanted to do was congratulate them on a fantastic performance, but instead, he got roped into a rather interesting evening...

A/N: I am not actually shipping them, this is purely a fictional piece made for entertainment purposes only, just like the rest of my fics. I simply thought this was a fun way to combine my two favorite groups while still getting my hornyness out, please don’t kill me!!!

Alright, so now that that’s out of the way, this fic is inspired by this video of Jisung watching Mamamoo perform Destiny and Hip. This interaction literally killed my staymoo heart, even if they weren’t actually meeting each other. Also, I know this is definitely not how award shows work backstage and stuff, but just play along, it makes the story so much more enjoyable.

“You’re seriously gonna do it?” Changbin scoffed, looking at him incredulously.

Chan sent him a glare before turning to the nervous Jisung reassuringly. “You’ll be fine Sungie, just go tell them you liked the performance and that they did a great job.”

Jisung gulped, the prospect of addressing his favorite noona idols a daunting task to him. “Wh-what if I make a fool out of myself?”

Minho, who had overheard the conversation, leaned over and spoke directly into his ear. “It’s bound to happen at some point, you might as well get it over with.” Chan stepped between them with a huff and shot Minho his best ‘angry father’ look.

“What Minho means to say is that what’s the worse that could happen? You don’t even have to talk for long, but wouldn’t it still be cool just to meet them?”

“I sure would like to, especially the thicc one,” Jeongin mumbled, his eyes turning glassy as his mind probably filled with the vivid image of Hwasa spitting at the camera. Seungmin made a disgusted face at the maknae.

“Innie, she’s like 7 years older than you!”

“And still hot!!”

“Oh my god, shut up, I’m gonna go now,” Jisung groaned, adjusting his outfit and hair quickly before shooting the group a timid smile and thumbs up. And just like that, he was briskly walking down the hallway, his mind reeling and heart beating a million miles per hour.

To say Jisung was nervous was an understatement. Ever since he had first seen Mamamoo perform, he had become enamored with their angelic voices, their stage presence, their musicality, and admittedly, their gorgeous looks. Sure, he wasn’t as blunt as Jeongin, but Jisung would be a liar if he said he didn’t find them incredibly hot, particularly the rapper and blonde one. Moonbyul and Solar, as he had come to know from some googling. That combined with their pure talent sent Jisung’s brain into simp mode, desperately trying to calm down so as to not embarrass himself.

The dressing room doors passed by as he walked each with a group’s name on it. Itzy, Twice, Day6 (he’d be sure to tell Seungmin about that one), BTS, Everglow… there. Mamamoo. He stopped in front of the room, trying his best to steady his breathing. You got it, Jisung, just don’t screw it up. As he reached out to knock on the door, he was surprised to see it drift open, apparently having not been latched shut. Jisung’s heart dropped as he wondered if they had already gone home, but poking his head in, he was met with a sight that made him freeze in his tracks.

The rapper, Moonbyul, had Solar’s arms pinned above her head against the wall, her back to Jisung, completely oblivious to the boy standing stunned in the doorway. Solar stared back at her defiantly, whimpering as Moonbyul kicked her legs apart and leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss…

Jisung made a noise of surprise that caused both girls to immediately jump away from each other, spinning around to face him. Solar looked like a mixture of terror and shame, whereas Moonbyul simply glared at him with a look that, embarrassingly, made his heart rate speed up even faster.

“I-I’m sorry noona- noonas, I’m so sorry to intrude, I came to say good job with the performance and the door was open so I just peeked in and I’m sorry please don’t kill me I swear I won’t tell anyone-”

Moonbyul marched over and yanked Jisung in the room, slamming the door shut behind in a way that made the poor boy flinch. “What’s your name, are you a fan?” Solar asked, eyes wide in shock as she signaled for Moonbyul to take it down a notch.

“I’m H-Han Jisung, and yes, wait no, not like that! I-I’m in a group, Stray Kids? Under JYP entertainment?” A look of recognition crossed Solar’s face as she nodded, running a hand through her hair.

“Ah, yes. I’ve heard of you guys,” Jisung’s chest swelled with pride despite the humiliating situation, excited that she even had the slightest idea who he was.

That pride was immediately squashed, however, when Moonbyul came back into view, rubbing a hand over her face. “Jisung, listen carefully. You cannot, absolutely cannot tell anyone what you just saw, got it?” He nodded frantically, shrinking away as Moonbyul’s gaze seemed to cut through him like a blade. He whimpered, tears starting to form in his eyes. He’d messed everything up, they hated him, he was the worst idol in the history of-

“Byulie, stop it! You’re scaring him!” Solar yelled, stepping between the two of them. “Look, he’s obviously terrified, I think he gets the point.”

Moonbyul sighed, regret flashing across her face. “Sorry,” she muttered, “It’s just that, you know, this could ruin us. We can’t have anyone knowing.” Jisung nodded, letting his tears slip freely down his cheeks as every cell in his brain screamed at him for being the most colossal dumbass to ever live.

“Hey, no no no, please don’t cry sweetie,” Solar said, wiping his cheek. The contact made Jisung blush and flinch away, shocked she would want to touch the boy who could ruin her career thanks to his stupidity. Maybe this was her way of buttering him up to stay quiet? Either way, Jisung didn’t care. Her fingertips felt nice, cool against the hotness of his cheeks. Without even realizing it, he was leaning into the touch, desperate for any sort of affection he could get from the girls he was supposedly trying to impress when he first knocked on their dressing room door.

Solar smiled, finding herself drawn to the boy in front of her’s cuteness. He really did seem sorry, and she knew he hadn’t intended to walk in on them on purpose. Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but at least Jisung seemed like he wouldn’t blab. She glanced over at Moonbyul, who looked tense but had calmed down considerably. Solar made a jerking motion with her head towards the boy as his eyes fluttered shut, practically nuzzling her palm as she wiped the tears off his cheeks. Moonbyul chuckled, mouthing a quick “cute” before Jisung’s eyes snapped open again at the sound.

“W-wait, where are the others?”

“Wheein and Hwasa? Oh, they...” The girls exchanged looks, a knowing gaze passing between them.

“...went home early,” Solar finished, and Jisung didn’t see it fit to press further.

“So baby, what did you want to tell noona when you first got here?”

He blushed profusely at the nickname, shifting on his feet as his eyes fell to the ground. “U-um, I liked your performance, and your songs make me dance, and your voice is really really pretty.” Solar grinned, patting his cheek affectionately.

“That’s very sweet of you to say. What about Byulie?”

He glanced over at Moonbyul quickly, hurrying to compliment the other girl as well, hopefully winning some points back. “Y-you’re a good rapper! I like your voice too, it’s so raspy and warm, and it makes me feel butterflies in my stoma-” Fuck, he wasn’t supposed to say that part. Moonbyul raised an eyebrow, suddenly looking far more interested.

“Is that so?” She asked, sharing a look at Solar as he blushed and nodded shallowly. Moonbyul laughed again, this time sounding more rich and genuine. “That’s actually kinda adorable, baby.”

There it was, that damn nickname again. Jisung shivered, ducking his head down to his chest to avoid eye contact. No one knew he liked being called that, and especially no one knew it was certainly a subspace switch for him. Solar cocked her head to the side and surveyed him, watching as his pupils dilated and his breath grew more shallow. “Do you like it when we call you baby, Jisungie?” Jisung nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as well as his legs, frantically trying not to get turned on even as two insanely pretty girls hit his weakest spot.

Suddenly, Solar’s hand was removed from his face, and he heard shuffling as the oldest made her way over to Moonbyul. There was whispering, causing Jisung to look up in confusion, only to see the two of them discussing something with their backs to him. He whined, disappointed at the loss of contact, which caused them to look back over and Solar to look up at Moonbyul with puppy dog eyes.

“Pleeeeease Byulie, look at how cute he is!”

Moonbyul’s eyes surveyed Jisung skeptically, gaze snagging on his blushing face and the teeth nervously chewing on his bottom lip. She sighed, un-crossing her arms and looking over at the pouting Solar.

“Fine, but under 2 conditions: He is 110% okay with it-” Solar mumbled a quick “of course”, anticipating the purple-haired girl’s next words intensely.

“-And I dom.”

Jisung froze in place, his mind going into an absolute frenzy. Dom? Dom what? Him?? His gaze flicked back and forth between the two, thinking he surely must have misheard. Or he died of embarrassment and already made it to heaven…

Solar nodded enthusiastically, planting a quick kiss on Moonbyul’s cheek as a silent thank you before making her way over to a now even more anxious Jisung. “Aww, look at you, so adorable.” She lightly grasped his chin to move his head up to make eye contact with her, gaze soft and understanding. Holy shit, this is happening, Jisung’s brain screamed as her gaze flickered between his eyes and trembling lips.

As if seeing him as a timid squirrel who may run at any moment, Solar chose her next words very deliberately and clearly.“We won’t do anything if you don’t want to, baby,” but Jisung was already shaking his head before she could even finish her sentence.

“N-no!! I wanna… I wanna do, uh, ‘this’ if you guys are ok with it and everything, but I don’t wanna be in the way, I can just leave if you want maybe this was stupi-”

“No no baby, we want this too,” Moonbyul piped up, crossing over to them. She gave Solar a look that immediately made her drop Jisung’s chin, a blush creeping onto her face. Moonbyul chuckled. “Unnie thinks she can dom a pretty boy like you, but don’t be fooled. She’s just a needy little sub at heart.” Solar whined, pouting in a way that made Jisung giggle. Moonbyul smirked at his reaction, tussling his hair with a look of admiration in her eyes. “You were right unnie, he’s simply too cute to pass up. We sure got lucky today.”

Jisung keened at the praise, leaning into her hand and making both the girls coo. “I got lucky too,” he grinned, eyes slipping shut, not being able to comprehend how this came to be but not seeming to care. Solar took this opportunity to press her lips to his, the younger gasping at the sudden yet sweet kiss. She tasted like strawberry lipgloss, a detail Jisung couldn’t help but latch onto for some reason. Moonbyul made a pleased noise as she watched the boy simply melt against her girlfriend’s amazing lips.

“Jisung, baby, look at me.”

Jisung’s eyes fluttered open before he reluctantly pulled away from Solar, face already flushed and panting. Moonbyul grinned at his obedience. “Such a good boy, doing exactly as I say, I won’t even need to train you.” Jisung whimpered, pressing his thighs together and nodding frantically.

“I’ll b-be as good as I can for you, Mommy.”

Moonbyul groaned in appreciation, the boy unknowingly hitting her favorite title directly. On the first try, no less. “Fuck, baby, good job. You hear that Solar? He knows how to behave, unlike someone else.” Solar stuck out her tongue and dove back in for a second kiss, but Moonbyul grabbed her hair and yanked her back before their lips could connect. “You’re such a slut, baby, you can’t even have the respect to warn our poor guest when you’re about to devour him?” Solar moaned softly at the tingling pain of her scalp, loving it way too much. Jisung watched the interaction eagerly, bulge starting to form in his pants as his nervousness quickly gave way to pure need. “Aww, look at little Jisungie, already getting hard for his noonas,” Moonbyul laughed, releasing Solar’s hair to kneel down in front of him. “May I touch you, baby?”

Jisung nodded so hard his neck ached, causing both girls to chuckle. Moonbyul brought one long hand to cup his cheek, the other slipping down to his bulge and giving a light, yet firm press. Out of instinct, Jisung bucked his hips up, desperate for more pressure, but soon Solar was by his side holding his hips in place. The touches continued to be barely there, just mere ghosts of strokes and massaging on his aching dick. Eventually, despite wanting to be a good boy, Jisung whined in annoyance.

“More Mommy, please, I want you to touch me more!” Moonbyul smirked, pressing down so hard it made Jisung yelp, the action just barely bordering on painful.

“Last time I checked, good babies take what they get, right Solar?” Solar nodded, leaning in to whisper in Jisung’s ear.

“You’re lucky she sees you as weak, otherwise your ass would be spanked raw for that.”

Jisung moaned at the mere thought of being bent over Moonbyul's knee, and a small part of him almost wanted to act out so that could happen. But his rational side won, and he continued to lay pliant for the two girls as Moonbyul slowly unzipped his pants.

“Is this ok?” She asked, checking in for what felt like the tenth time. Jisung nodded, quickly explaining he would say ‘red’ if it ever wasn’t. Satisfied with that answer, Moonbyul pulled his pants down all the way, licking her lips as the bulge in his boxers became more prominent.

“Solar darling, how about you suck Sungie off since he’s been so good for us?”

Solar grinned eagerly, nuzzling Jisung’s neck and kissing the skin softly. “Marks or no?” She asked. On one hand, Jisung knew his stylist would kill him, but on the other, he shivered at the idea of going back to his members, flaunting evidence of his interaction. So after whispering a hurried “yes,” lips were attacking his neck, sucking and biting and littering it with marks.

There was a shuffling sound as Solar moved between his legs, planting a kiss on his clothed dick and making Jisung gasp. Her hands traveled up, tweaking his nipples experimentally, which caused him to moan much too loudly. Within seconds, Moonbyul's hand was clamped over his mouth, her eyes sharp and commanding.

"If you're gonna be so loud, we might have to put that mouth to good use." Jisung nodded frantically, wanting that, craving that, but before he could ask his boxers were pulled down, and in one swift motion, soft lips connected with the head of his aching cock. Solar's tongue lightly traced the underside of his length, teasing as she took just the tip in her mouth before pulling off and repeating the process. After a full minute of this, Jisung whined, looking over at Moonbyul with pleading eyes.

"Mommy, please make her go faster." Moonbyul nodded and did exactly that, grabbing Solar's hair and shoving her down his twitching length without a second of warning. Solar moaned, the vibrations causing Jisung to buck his hips up, thoughts of anything but how good his noona's mouth was feeling fuzzy and far away.

"Aww, you should see your face baby, practically drooling as Solar chokes on your cock," Moonbyul teased, tapping his cheek lightly as a signal to open up. Mouth falling open, Jisung hummed in content as she slipped two fingers in, his tongue lapping and sucking at the digits to keep quiet. This wasn't what he meant when he wanted them to use his mouth, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

"How about you be polite and look at Solar while she's gobbling you up, hm?"

Jisung's eyes fluttered as he gazed down at the girl, her face twisted in a combination of pain from the hair-pulling, pleasure from having a dick in her mouth, and pure concentration. Her tongue felt like heaven, rough and firm against the veins of his cock, her pace ruthless as Moonbyul sank her head down over and over again relentlessly. So much pleasure, yet Jisung forbid himself from cumming just yet. If he finished so early, he'd never let himself live it down. "Cl-close, noona's mouth feels so good, 'm close Mommy," he moaned around the fingers in his mouth, and Moonbyul nodded in understanding, pulling Solar away and quickly spinning her around so her back was to Jisung. He whined at the loss of stimulation, but quickly shut up as he felt Solar's slick folds against his thigh, grinding in a way he wasn't even sure she realized.

"Solar's gonna ride you, is that ok darling?" Moonbyul asked, a smirk tugging at her features as Jisung mumbled a shocked "yes, please". Solar, the Solar, bouncing on his cock? Why the hell would he not be ok with that?

But Solar had other ideas.

“But Byulie, you haven’t gotten any sort of pleasure yet,” She pouted, turning to her girlfriend. Moonbyul scoffed, unimpressed by Solar’s display of fake concern. She knew the oldest just wanted to rile her up, and she refused to give her the satisfaction of it working. “Can’t Sungie or I eat you out? So we can see your face all twisted in pleasure and pretty for us?” Solar continued, sending the most intense puppy-dog eyes in her direction. Moonbyul couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Jisungie is the good boy here, let’s see what he wants. After all, he’s the one actually doing as he’s told instead of behaving like a needy little slut.” Solar’s hips twitched at that, her slick panties rubbing along his thigh as she let out a quiet moan. Moonbyul laughed, grabbing her hair and yanking the poor girl’s head up to meet her gaze.

“Fucking slut, grinding on our guest’s leg like a bitch in heat. You act all tough and mighty, but you just wanna be a good girl at heart, don’t you?” Solar mumbled something, hips rocking even faster. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your pathetic moans.”

“Y-Yes Mommy…” Solar whimpered, and Moonbyul’s eyes flashed the darkest shade yet.

“That’s my good little whore.”

It took so readjusting, but within seconds Jisung found himself laying on the ground, Solar’s discarded shirt bunched up underneath his head as a makeshift pillow. His dick was thoroughly aching at this point, having been denied an orgasm and just watched the two girl’s interaction taking place in front of him. Jisung loved the way Moonbyul could make even Solar, who had been nothing but cocky and sly this whole time, turn into a whiny sub just like himself. The power she held made him yearn to be touched again, and his wish was luckily about to be granted.

After checking in one final time to make sure everything was ok, Solar began to sink down on his cock, warm walls enveloping him deliciously. Jisung gasped in surprise, expecting them to prep her, yet she seemed unbothered by the stretch. Curious, he looked up at her with glossy eyes.

“F-fuck, noona, h-how are you taking me already?”

Solar let out a breathless laugh, pussy convulsing around his length as he filled her to the hilt. “Byul- I mean M-Mommy fingered me this morning before the show.”

Jisung whipped his head around to look at Moonbyul in shock, and the girl chuckled at his cute reaction and shrugged. “She was feeling nervous, so I helped her relax.” Jisung couldn’t help but moan at the mental image of Moonbyul stretching Solar open with those beautiful hands that were currently rubbing his head soothingly. Moonbyul raised her eyebrow in response. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like imagining my fingers plunging in and out of your noona’s dripping pussy?” He nodded aggressively, bucking his hips up into Solar, who whined. Wanting to be good so she could cum, Solar had opted to wait for permission to start moving, which was driving both of them insane.

Having noticed this, Moonbyul laughed, the sound mocking and making the subs whimper even louder. “My pretty babies can’t think of anything but how badly they want to fuck, hm? Well go ahead, Solar, be a good girl and show him a good time.” Solar nodded feverishly, raising herself up and making them both moan at the friction before dropping down so fast it made Jisung see stars. Sure he had had sex before, but it had never been this wet, this hot, this intense. His mind was reeling, trying to process all the pleasure as Solar continued to ride his cock, her beautiful boobs bouncing with each thrust, her pants echoing in the small room. Tears formed in his eyes, overwhelmed with emotions of pure lust, admiration, and gratitude at just how fucking lucky he was to get to see this. And it was only going to get better from here.

There was the sound of a zipper and clothes being discarded before Moonbyul was standing above him, bottom half exposed and dripping. “You know, I think Solar was right, I deserve to get in on the fun too.” Knowing exactly what she wanted, Jisung stuck his tongue out, face awaiting to be used for the girl’s pleasure. Her hips were lowered and soon her heat was set on his mouth, Jisung eagerly lapping at the folds as if his life depended on it.

“Sh-shit, you really do have a rapper’s tongue, huh baby?” Moonbyul chuckled, and Jisung swelled with pride as he slipped his tongue into her slick hole. The girl’s deep moan resonated around the room, and he heard Solar whimper in response before there was a wet sound of mouths meeting. Jisung groaned at the idea of them making out above him, acting as though he was just their little toy to play with and receive pleasure from. He was being used on both ends and absolutely could not get enough of it, stomach coiling from the soon-approaching orgasm that was bound to be simply mind-blowing.

It didn’t take long for Solar to pull away from Moonbyul’s mouth to gasp out a “Fuck, close, he’s hitting- fucking hell he’s hitting my spot so well,” and Jisung moaned in response, the vibrations going straight to Moonbyul’s pussy buried on his face.

“Y-You can come any time, baby, just warn Jisung so he can prepare for when you start squeezing.” Solar moaned out an affirmative before gasping, grinding her clit down against his pelvic bone and practically screaming as his dick hit the deepest parts of her, the combination making her orgasm slam into her like a freight train. Jisung tried his best to fuck her through it, but it was becoming and harder and harder to hold back his own release as her pussy spasmed around him. Once Solar’s eyes became glossed over and droopy, he whined, begging for it to be his turn.

Moonbyul agreed, ordering Solar to get off him and let Jisung use her mouth, which Solar was too fucked out to respond to. She simply slid off his dick, whining at the slight overstimulation, and sank between his thighs, taking the angry red-looking cock in her mouth in one go. It took only seconds for Jisung to cum, so pent up and desperate that he only needed the warmth of her cheeks to send him over the edge. His moans were muffled by Moonbyul above him, and he was met with even more as the vibrations ravaged her swollen clit. Soon, she was cumming too, legs squeezing around his face and head thrown back as the deep throngs of pleasure washed over them both. Panting, she fell backward onto the ground, chest rising and falling at rapid speed.

Jisung looked like a filthy angel, legs spread wide open, dick still twitching in post-orgasm bliss, cheeks red and shining with Moonbyul’s slick. The three of them simply sat there for a bit, catching their breath, before Moonbyul stood up to put her clothes back on and slip out of the room.

“Where’s she going?” Jisung asked, voice croaky from all the moaning.

Solar laughed tiredly. “To go get stuff for aftercare silly, we can’t just send you back out there like this.” Jisung nodded, waiting patiently until Moonbyul returned, arms full of water bottles, concealer, and some cool towels.

“There you go babies,” she smiled, placing the towels around the back of their necks and handing Solar some water. Jisung sat up slowly, sipping the cold liquid as Moonbyul held it to his lips, stroking his hair lovingly. “You did so good darling, so good for your noonas.” Jisung grinned, eyes crinkling shut as he basked in the attention, just happy that they had all enjoyed themselves. It took a few more minutes and praises before he was fully back from his subdpace, reluctantly dragging his clothes back on and letting Solar pat concealer over his parks and hickeys. Finally, he sighed, looking over at the door sadly.

“I should, uh, go now,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We know darling, but not before I get your number,” Moonbyul winked, planting a kiss on his cheek affectionately. Solar then did the same, and they exchanged numbers. Jisung was about to exit the room when Solar grabbed his hand to stop him.

“I just want you to know that I really enjoy your group’s songs. I didn’t say that before because I was scared you were a crazy fan, but you guys are going places, Sungie.” She smiled sweetly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before Jisung blushed, thanking her, and with one final look, he waved goodbye cutey, slipping out the door and down the hall with a springy pep in his step.

As soon as he got back to his dressing room, Chan was on his case in a heartbeat. “What the fuck, dude, did you get lost on the way there?” Everyone looked up from their phones and within seconds were swarming him, asking questions about what they were like, what they talked about, if they had heard of them. Jisung smiled shyly, repeating what Solar had said before he left, and they all beamed at the sweet message.

It was Jeongin, of course, who ruined the moment.

“Hey Jisung-hyung, what’s that on your neck?” He asked, poking at one of the hickeys Moonbyul had left behind. His face immediately flushed, frantically trying to stammer out an excuse, but in the end it was painfully obvious.

“So that’s why you took so long, Jesus Christ…” Chan groaned, shaking his head. Jeongin and Hyunjin whined something along the lines of “lucky” as Changbin and Minho burst into a fit of laughter. Seungmin, on the other hand, simply gave him a look of disapproval.

“This is why we can’t take you anywhere hyung, your dick thinks too much for you.”

And although Jisung wanted to smack him, he couldn’t help but think he was probably right.

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Please (Minbin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 820

Warnings: *Omorashi*, public sexual behavior kinda, it's kinda fluffy at the end, Felix is here but he's just being a sweetie

Summary: It had been Changbin's idea originally, but boy was he starting to doubt his decision when Minho eagerly made him gulp down yet another drink by the poolside.

A/N: I am a slut for omorashi, so if you don't like it that's totally fine, but I just wanted to write something up for my own enjoyment.

“Minho, fuck, I can’t do this much longer.”

Changbin groaned as the water lapped around his waist, Minho smirking down at him from his perch on the swim floaty. “Aww, we still have to film for a long while baby, guess you’ll just have to hold it like a good boy.”

Changbin glanced over at Felix, who was quickly running back towards the pool with an innocent smile plastered on his face. Changbin had tried to sneak out for a bit when the staff called for a 15 minute break, but Minho had promptly reached down and pressed his hand so hard against the aching bulge of his bladder it caused Binnie to double over at the pressure.

“You’re not going anywhere baby, you stay right here in this water and make your pathetic bladder feel every last drop, got it?” He had said, voice sharp and laced with the threat of punishment. Changbin whimpered, his dick twitching despite the humiliation of it all, because as much as he hated to admit it, he had actually been the one to suggest this new adventure for their relationship. Minho had practically drooled at the idea, and now Changbin was beginning to wonder if he was even more into it than he was.

After having gulped down glass after glass after glass of liquid, time felt like it was slowed down, the boy’s poor muscles growing weaker and weaker with every passing minute. They had to continue recording in soon, and Changbin felt so full and desperate he couldn’t possibly think of anything else but his desire to simply let go. Felix kept asking if he was ok, noting his member’s vacant expression, and Changbin silently thanked the glare of the water for hiding the way his hand was tightly squeezing his crotch as to not leak.

At one point, Minho simply stated that he was feeling hot and that a cool drink would help relax him. Changbin’s eyes grew wide, gaze pleading silently to please, please not make him do that. But Minho ignored him, his heart as cold as the ice cubes floating in the lemonade cup sitting by the poolside.

“Go on Binnie, hydration is important,” he smirked, watching as every muscle in the younger boy’s body screamed as he pushed him gently towards the stairs.

“Minho, Min, I can’t- please, I need- please Min!” Changbin hissed, eyes pricking with tears as a warm leak forced its way past his clenched hand. Felix looked concerned, quickly running into the house looking for an ice pack to cool the seemingly overheating member down, as well as alert the staff members who had headed inside for the break. Minho’s eyes never lost their teasing glint, and he pulled Changbin over to the stairs by his swim shorts, hand clamped over the bulge of his half-hard dick twitching in his pants.

“You’re going to sit on the edge, right there on the concrete, and piss yourself, understand?”

Changbin nodded frantically, desperate beyond belief, steady trickles and spurts weakening his bladder even further. Finally, he pushed away from Minho’s grip, hobbled over to the side, and collapsed onto his knees, the pain barely even registering as the hiss of his pee finally being let go made him moan in ecstasy.

Fuck, it felt so good. The relief, the warmth, the weakness that came over his tired muscles, the dark puddle growing underneath him. He now understood why Minho had chosen this specific position, the concrete showing off the wet liquid perfectly as it then trickled down into the clear pool. God, it felt like heaven to Binnie, his mind practically melting as he realized he was for sure going to have to talk Minho into doing this again.

Not that he suspected Minho would need much convincing.

“Good boy, Binnie, such a good boy for hyung, making a mess out of yourself.” The older rubbed his back soothingly, watching with strange affection as the boy was completely drained of his energy, grinning lazily up at him. After he was finally done and looking practically fucked out, Minho chuckled, pulling his face up to meet his own.

“Come back to me baby, we have to film more now.” Changbin nodded hazily, the smile still plastered on his face.

“Hyung?”

“Yes?”

“Can we maybe do that kind of thing in private next time, please?”

Minho smirked, eyeing the erection pressed against the strain of Changbin’s swim trunks. “Of course baby, it would be my pleasure.”

At that moment, Felix came rushing back out of the house, carrying a fan, a frozen bag of peas, and a towel. Minho laughed, thanking the boy as he threw the towel onto Changbin’s lap to cover his bulge, but at that moment, Changbin couldn’t care less. Despite thanking Felix too and patting his head affectionately, his was mind already swirling with the thoughts of him and Minho’s next wet adventure...

#stray kids smut #skz smut #changbin smut #minho smut #lee know smut #minbin smut #omorashi #kpop omorashi #stray kids omorashi

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Masterlist

NOTE: All of the writings are PURELY FICTION and not meant to assume the lives of the actual idols in any way. It is simply a way to get my horny thoughts out in a kpop themed way while getting to write stories that I genuinely enjoy, and I hope you do too! :)

STRAY KIDS

Bath Time (Minsung)

- Summary: Minho never in a million years would have guessed that his sweet little kitten Jisung was hiding a secret from him, much less a sexual one…

Innocent (Jeongchan)

- Summary: Jeongin is the perfect little innocent cinnamon roll of a maknae… right?

Psycho (Hyunin)

- Summary of part 1: There was no way, NO WAY, that Jeongin would fall into the seductive trap of his group mate. But when the man dances like his whole sex life depends on it, can you blame Jeongin for getting a little worked up?

- Summary of part 2: Hyunjin knew exactly what he was doing.

- Summary of part 3: After having been avoided by Jeongin for almost a week now, Hyunjin decides it’s finally time to take action and make his tempting fantasies a reality.

Please (Minbin)

- Summary: It had been Changbin's idea originally, but boy was he starting to doubt his decision when Minho eagerly made him gulp down yet another drink by the poolside.

Excuse Me, Noonas (Moonsun x Jisung)

- Summary: All Jisung had wanted to do was congratulate them on a fantastic performance, but instead, he got roped into a rather interesting evening…

Just a Normal Day in the Studio (3racha)

- Summary: Changbin tries out a new toy with his doms and boy does it make his head spin.

Sexy Stray Kids Headcanons

- Summary: An excuse to project my own kinks onto the Stray Kids members, matching them up with what I think they’d like and be into.

MAMAMOO

Excuse Me, Noonas (Moonsun and Jisung)

- Summary: All Jisung had wanted to do was congratulate them on a fantastic performance, but instead, he got roped into a rather interesting evening…

Quite the Accessory (Moonsun)

- Summary: When Solar get’s a new necklace for her performance, she and Moonbyul can’t help but have some fun with it.

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Psycho pt. 2 (Hyunin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: Masturbation, Hyunjin's being the pervy one now, unintentional voyeurism, not much else

Summary: Hyunjin knew exactly what he was doing.

A/N: Ok I lied, this will be a 3 part series, with this chapter being dedicated to Hyunjin's perspective from part 1 (which if you haven't read that, I HIGHLY suggest you do or you won't get a lot of the references). Anyways, enjoy horndogs.

Hyunjin wasn’t an idiot.

Sure people called him gullible, overdramatic, a little ditzy at times, but he certainly was no dumbass.

Jeongin, however, seemed to have failed to understand that.

It had started with the Psycho dance practice, Hyunjin being sure to perform his absolute best to show off to the maknae and Stays on the live watching. Another casual day of stealing people’s hearts, he thought to himself happily, making a particularly suggestive face at the camera. Little did he know just how true that had become.

Hyunjin knew Jeongin couldn’t be straight, not with the way he blushed whenever he bumped into one of their shirtless male backup dancers in the hallway in the JYP building. And sure, Hyunjin would be lying if he said he didn’t find the boy absolutely adorable in every way possible. His cute giggle, the way he faked annoyance at the member’s teasing but secretly smiled, the way he made sure to do his absolute best as to not let people down. To say he had a crush wasn’t quite the word, he preferred to say he was “whipped” as Changbin had told him one day at practice when Hyunjin had spent a little too long staring at Jeongin’s face when he laughed and ran his hands through his sweat-slick hair. But not only was the boy cute, he was also just so damn sexy. Sure the members babied him, but they couldn’t deny the fact he was growing up at record speed. Less baby bread, more toast, Hyunjin thought to himself as he watched Jeongin roll his body dramatically while practicing the Back Door choreo.

And now, in the dance studio, as Hyunjin glanced over at Jeongin for approval while performing, he was met with a sight that nearly made him choke.

The boy was blushing like crazy, ears practically glowing red in the fluorescent lights of the dance studio. One hand was grasping his thigh, the other the chair that had the phone propped up, as if to ground himself. But his eyes. Oh my god, those eyes. They were so wide, so full of a delicious mixture of fascination, admiration, and pure lust. Hyunjin almost drooled at the sight, but he quickly realized that that may not be the best decision at the moment.

By the end of the dance, Hyunjin’s ego had certainly been boosted immensely. Jeongin let out a hurried praise that Hyunjin pretended not to hear a stutter in. A grin plastered on his face, he dramatically bowed, catching the way the younger’s eyes followed the soft hair flopping around against his face. But just as Jeongin was about to end the live, Hyunjin got an idea.

A mean, merciless, genius idea.

“Hey, do you want me to teach you some?”

Hyunjin fought the urge to giggle as Jeongin’s face immediately flushed, looking back at the older boy in shock. Cute, he thought to himself. Now, Jeongin was caught between choosing to let Stays down or put himself through personal self-control hell. Of course, the adorable boy chose the latter, never wanting to disappoint his fans. He stuttered something about Stays needing to sleep soon and reluctantly got to his feet, allowing Hyunjin to explain the dance to him.

And Hyunjin made sure to demonstrate.

Very thoroughly.

Thrusts, grunts, facial expressions, the whole nine yards. Hyunjin even made sure to brush against Jeongin’s thigh while placing him in the correct position. Of course, it didn’t take the maknae long to squirm away, saying he’d learn it on his own so it could be a surprise. Hyunjin shrugged, doing his best to hide his smirk as he waved by at the camera, then quickly wrapped his arms around Jeongin as the boy made a break for the door in record time.

“Innie? Why are you in such a hurry?” Snake a hand around his waist, make sure your lips brush his neck. “You promised you’d hang out with me.”

He could practically feel the heat radiating off Jeongin as he tensed. “I’m tired, hyung, it’s been a… it’s been a long day.” And with that, he scrambled out of the studio.

Hyunjin smirked, perfectly happy with how his little shenanigans had played out, and sauntered out of the studio.

“Hey Jinnie, where you been?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “That’s hyung to you, and I was at the studio. Jeongin was doing a live and I crashed it.”

Seungmin snickered, his eyes still glued to the video game in front of him. “He’s gonna be pissed about that.”

Doing his best to hide a smirk, Hyunjin merely shrugged, plopping down on the couch next to him and picking up a controller to (hopefully) beat his ass virtual style.

They only had been playing for a few minutes when Hyunjin’s phone buzzed in his pocket, alerting him that is was about to die. “Go ahead and do a solo round Minnie, I’ll be back in a sec, he said, starting down the hallway to grab his charger.

But then something caught his attention.

Moaning.

Hyunjin was hearing moaning coming from the maknae line’s room.

Holy shit, he had even more of an affect on the boy than he thought.

To be fair, Hyunjin considered turning away, but the sweet sounds were just too enticing. They were muffled, like they were trying to be silenced by biting down on something, and for some reason, Hyunjin’s mind was suddenly filled with how pretty Innie’s lips would look wrapped around a ball gag, the thought making his dick twitch in his pants. Pressing his ear to the door, he suddenly heard a groan of what sounded like frustration, and the sound of skin hitting soft sheets. A long break of silence followed, and Hyunjin silently wondered if Jeongin had simply given up.

But then there was a noise. An unmistakable, beautiful noise that made Hyunjin’s jaw practically drop.

The opening notes to Psycho.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

The song continued, just quiet enough for him to be able to hear the sound of skin on skin and the shallow grunts of the boy inside who had resumed jerking off. Is he watching me perform?? Hyunjin thought, wanting nothing more than to be able to know what exactly Jeongin was seeing. His erection grew, one hand coming down to palm himself as he listened to the maknae whimpering and groaning along with the music. He wanted to bust open the door and help, he wanted to kiss him and touch him, he wanted to fuck him into the mattress until he was begging for permission to cum around Hyunjin’s cock.

Fuck, he wanted so many things

Finally, there was a low, drawn-out moan, floating through the air deliciously. The video was then paused and the very faint sound of panting reaching Hyunjin’s ears. Just as he was about to pull away from the door and book it before Jeongin came out and saw him, he heard the boy’s raspy voice mutter.

“Shit.”

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Psycho ~ Jeongin (ft. Hyunjin)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Masturbation, confusing emotions, Jeongin is being kinda pervy, Hyunjin is just being the sexy man he is

Summary: There was no way, NO WAY, that Jeongin would fall into the seductive trap of his group mate. But when the man dances like his whole sex life depends on it, can you blame Jeongin for getting a little worked up?

“Jeonginieeeeeeee!!”

Jeongin cringed internally, turning to face the pouting boy in the doorway. “I’m doing a live, Hyunjin-hyung, I’ll hang out with you later.”

Hyunjin whined, padding his way across the dance room floor and waving at the camera. “Stay, annyeong!” he grinned, and Jeongin mentally kicked himself for finding it cute. Hyunjin wasn’t supposed to be cute, he was just annoying, a nuisance, nothing more. So why did Jeongin find himself smiling at the boy’s actions and the way his hair gently fell onto his face?

10 minutes went by, and Hyunjin still refused to leave, instead deciding to perform part of his iconic dance: Psycho by Red Velvet. Again, Jeongin rolled his eyes, annoyed that his spotlight had been stolen, but allowing it to happen nonetheless. Sitting back to watch the scene unfold, he angled the camera to get a better view.

And boy did Hyunjin put on a show.

The hip thrusts, the fluid movements, his tantalizing facial expressions… shit. Hyunjin was definitely making it very difficult for the younger to control his crush. The worst part was that about halfway through, he shifted his gaze from looking at the camera to looking directly at Jeongin, staring into his eyes as he did body rolls that would make any human swoon.

Shit shit shit.

“Th-that’s good hyung!” Jeongin smiled, cursing his shaky voice. Hyujin beamed, not seeming to notice, and bowed in his drama-lama way. Sliding back into frame, the shaken boy was about to say goodbye to Stays when Hyunjin said something that would be the death of him.

“Hey, do you want me to teach you some?”

Jeongin’s mind short-circuited, frantically searching for an excuse but ultimately coming up empty-handed. “Sure, yeah, just not too long. Stay should go to bed soon.” Hyunjin nodded understandingly, reaching out to pull Jeongin up of the floor, and quickly got into position for the chorus.

“Ok, so the first step is the hips. Build from the base up, right?” Jeongin nodded, gulping. The move was demonstrated and explained to him, yet he couldn’t seem to get his mind to focus. Not when Hyunjin was staring at him like that, the beginning of sweat glistening on his brow.

It didn't take long for the boy to give up on keeping up the act. “H-hyung, I’m tired! I’ll just learn this on my own time, it’ll be a surprise for Stay next live.” Hyunjin tilted his head curiously, shrugging in agreement and waving goodbye to the camera along with Jeongin. Logging off, the younger sighed, picking up his things and quickly making a break for the door.

“Innie? Why are you in such a hurry?” Hyunjin grabbed him around the waist and hugged him tightly, chin resting on his shoulder and lips brushing the skin of his neck. “You promised you’d hang out with me.”

Nope nope NOPE, this was not happening, Jeongin’s mind screamed. I cannot get a boner while my bandmate is hugging me, that’s so weird and wrong and just no. Not being able to think of a good excuse, he simply mumbled something about feeling sleepy and dashed to the nearest exit, leaving a very pouty and confused Hyunjin behind him.

Safe and sound in his room at home, Jeongin flopped onto his bed and groaned into the air. Seungmin was playing video games for now, so the room was empty, much to the younger boy’s luck. Finally, he could have some time to himself. Balling up his fists, Jeongin’s mind fought with itself, one side saying he was a sick pervert and the other too far drowned in pent-up horniness to care.

It wouldn’t take rocket science to figure out which side won.

His pants were kicked off in an instant, tumbling to the floor as an eager hand was shoved down the front of his boxers. Fuck, he had forgotten how good this felt, it had been so long since he’d jerked off. Jeongin’s hands were some of the biggest in the group, allowing them to encompass his length with ease, sliding across the sensitive skin as he bit down on his shirt to keep the noises muffled. Keep your thoughts clean, Jeongin, this is purely a necessity. His hand sped up, hips thrusting into his fist as he tried not to get to lost in the pleasure. Kinda like how Hyunjin’s hips were thrusting when he danced- fuck.

And there it was, the very thing that had gotten Jeongin so worked up yet so nervous. He couldn’t possibly think of his other members that way, they didn’t even know he was into guys. Jeongin barely knew he was into guys. Yet the way Hyunjin’s face had shone in the sweat, mouth open to pant for breath, Jeongin couldn’t help but wonder if that was what he looked like when receiving pleasure.

As he continued jerking off, all of his thoughts were invaded by the man. The way his hair framed his face, the way his breath had felt on Jeongin’s neck, the way his hands had felt so strong and firm when they were wrapped around him.

Minutes went by, then more, then even more. Jeongin’s dick was starting to ache with the need to release, yet something was missing. Frustrated, he let his arm fall to his side, groaning again into the air as his head fell to the side…

...and his gaze landed on his phone.

He knew it was wrong. He knew it was gross and intrusive and creepy in every way, yet he couldn’t stop his fingers from typing the words into the youtube search bar. As the beginning notes of the video rang through his ears, Jeongin stared at the boy on the screen, the very one who got him into this predicament.

It was Hyunjin’s Psycho fancam.

Watching with hungry eyes, Jeongin’s hand returned to his dick, pumping in rhythm to the song as Hyunjin twirled and thrust on stage. It was all so hot, so passionate, so sexual, and Jeongin’s mind reeled with the thought of being on the receiving end of those thrusts and pants and sultry looks. If only he were braver, if only he knew how Hyunkin would react, but there was no way of knowing. But that wasn’t important at the moment, what was important was Jeongin’s steadily impending orgasm. Just a few more strokes and he was cumming, eyes squeezed shut as his load shot out, painting his lap and the screen in his hand a creamy white.

“Shit.”

And as annoyed as Jeongin was that his phone was now messy, he certainly didn’t object to seeing Hyunjin’s face covered in his cum.

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[cutiequokka]

Innocent (Jeongchan)

Genre: Highly Suggestive

Word Count: 580

Warnings: Dom!Jeongin, Sub!Chan, dirty talk, a touch of insecurity, the other members make fun of them at the end, references to and implied sex

Summary: Jeongin is the perfect little innocent cinnamon roll of a maknae... right?

“I’m less innocent than I seem, Chan-hyung,” Jeongin cooed, licking lightly against the shell of the older’s ear. “Or should I say, Channie?” Chan shivered at the loss of honorifics, mind scrambling to identify this new, powerful, and frankly hot boy in front of him. ”Oh, you like that?” Jeongin laughed. “And to think here you act all strong and tough when really you melt at just the thought of being dominated. Imagine if Stays found out their so-called ‘daddy’ was actually such a needy little slut, hm? How embarrassing...” The younger slowly made his way down to his neck, nibbling on it and basking in the little gasps Chan let slip from his parted lips.

“For tonight, Channie,” Jeongin smirked, “I’m in charge.” Capturing Chan’s face in his hands, he led his chin up so Chan was staring at him, pupils blown with love and desire.

“Got it?”

Silence hung in the air, Jeongin continuing to hold Chan’s gaze as he let the poor boy scramble to form a response. He clicked his tongue impatiently, causing Chan’s eyes to drop to his lips.

After a couple more seconds, Chan met his gaze again, words coming out rushed and breathless.

“What happened to our maknae?”

For the first time since this whole thing started, Chan saw panic register in the younger’s face. Jeongin immediately dropped Chan’s chin and sat back on his heels, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, hyung. I should never have tried anything, I’m so stupid...”

“Fuck me, Jeongin,” Chan whispered and something inside Jeongin snapped.

“If you insist, my Channie.”

“Finally, I thought you guys would never finish,” Jisung snorted as the two entered the room downstairs. Hyunjin jerked his head up from his phone and frowned, setting it on the cushion next to him.

“Honestly, I’m shocked Jeongin’s even standing right now,” he remarked, sauntering over towards the couple. “It sounded like you guys were gonna fall through the ceiling.” Both of the boys in front of him blushed profusely, exchanging a look with each other as Jeongin laughed awkwardly and pushed his hair out of his face.

“What is…? Oh. OH!”

The hickeys littering Chan’s neck must have given it away.

The second it clicked, Hyunjin’s mood shifted drastically. “Noooooo Innie!” He wailed, throwing himself around the maknae’s neck and sobbing dramatically. “Hyung, what did you do to him!?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Chan protested, throwing his hands up in defense and glaring at a giggling Minho.

“Oh come on, Hyunjin-hyung,” Seungmin called from the kitchen, waking into the room and leaning against the door with a raised eyebrow. “Let Jeongin grow up already.”

“Never!” Hyunjin whined, sniffling. “He’s our little baby.”

“Not anymore,” Changbin commented, leaning against the couch as Felix played with his hair. “By the sound of it, he’s a fuck machine now.”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!” Jeongin scoffed, “don’t think we didn’t hear you screaming for daddy to let you cum last night, Binnie-hyung.”

The blood drained from Changbin’s face as Felix laughed nervously, his hand tightening a little too much on the older's scalp and making him wince in pain. Meanwhile, Minho continued laughing, a hand clamped over his mouth trying (and failing) to stifle the sound. “Yah, since when did you become so crude?” Jisung asked, planting himself next to Minho and settling in.

“Since I got a taste of Channie-hyung and realized being innocent was overrated.”

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[cutiequokka]

Bath Time (Minsung)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Dom!Minho, Cat Hybrid/Sub!Jisung, slight master/kitten kink, use of collar and leash, dirty talk

Summary: Minho never in a million years would have guessed that his sweet little kitten Jisung was hiding a secret from him, much less a sexual one...

“Jisung-ah! I’m home!” Minho sighed, plopping his bag down on the table, fully expecting the cat hybrid boy to come sprinting around the corner to meet him. When he was met with nothing but silence, Minho called out again. “Jisung! Is everything ok?” Furrowing his brow, Minho roamed the living room and kitchen, surveying the deserted area. Concerned, he climbed the steps, checking each room as he made his way down the hallway to the boy’s door.

Knock knock. No answer. Knock knock knock.

He heard a slight shuffling coming from inside and opened the door cautiously. Noticing the closet was slightly ajar, he walked over and peaked in, only to be met with a messy-haired Jisung curled up in the corner, his tail tucked under his stomach.

“Yah? Baby, what are you doing?” Minho couldn’t help but laugh, a happy, relieved sound as he sat down on the floor. “Are you hiding from me?”

Jisung peaked up at him, eyes nervous. “I-It’s Friday…”

Minho paused for a second, then sighed, suddenly realizing what this was about. “I know, I know, but you need it. Your ears have gotten matted, and it’s not exactly healthy to just never bathe.”

Jisung sunk even further into the shadows, shaking his head and pouting. “I still don’t like it.”

“Come on, you know the routine. Bath, followed by pettings and a Disney movie. I even got your favorite ice cream for dessert,” Minho teased, brushing a strand of hair out of the younger’s face. When Jisung flinched at the contact, Minho froze, concern suddenly taking over him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing hyung, I-I’m fine,” Jisung stuttered, sounding anything but convincing. Minho cocked his head to the side, pulling the boy close and stroking his hair lovingly. Almost immediately, Jisung sprang up and scurried back into the main room, his arms hugging his waist tightly. “BATH!” He sputtered. “I-I’ll go take the bath! You’re right, it’s healthy, just please can I try to do it myself this time?”

Minho must have looked hurt because Jisung’s ears drooped, and he struggled to save himself. “Not that I don’t like it when you bathe me, hyung! It’s just that, maybe I can try and become more independent?”

Minho snorted, standing up and grabbing Jisung’s hand. “Not a chance, baby. This is the only time of the week I get to spend actual time with you, and I am not giving that up.”

It was with that that the rest of Jisung’s resolve crumbled, and he followed Minho, defeated, into the bathroom.

The water was warm, lapping over Jisung’s knees as Minho dipped the cup in and out to wet his hair. Bubbles floated around lazily, the smell of sweet lavender filling the air. It was pretty relaxing, even as Jisung steeled himself for what was about to come.

Minho’s hands worked against Jisung’s scalp, rubbing the suds until they were a foamy white crown circling his head. Getting closer… Jisung thought, squirming in place and trying to prepare best he could. It was when Minho began rubbing his ears that he visibly tensed, his skin tingling with excitement.

You see, unbeknownst to Minho, Jisung’s ears were a particular weakness of his. Every time the older so much as stroked them, pleasure would settle over Jisung’s body like a warm blanket. That’s what made bath time so tricky; he couldn’t exactly hide his state when Minho was quite literally staring at his naked form.

Even now, as Minho scrubbed the dirt that had made its way into the delicate fur, Jisung found it harder and harder to control himself. A light pinch to the tender area almost made him mewl, and he quickly shifted so his hands were covering his growing member. Just a few more minutes, Jisung, you got this, You’re ok, he won’t notice, everything's fi-

“Ahhh! H-hyung~”

Minho froze in shock, hands still threaded through the younger’s hair. He had been rubbing Jisung’s ear between his thumb and fingers, massaging, and the sensation proved to be too much for poor Jisung. The boy whimpered, craning his neck back to get more of the touch, and it was only when he opened his eyes to see Minho staring did the embarrassment set in.

“Shit, hyung, I’m so sorry! I-I didn’t… I’ll just…” Panicking, he made a move to get out of the tub, only for Minho to grab his arm, pushing him back down and making him yelp in surprise.

As Jisung looked up, he nearly gasped at the dark look that flashed through Minho’s eyes.

“Oh no, baby. You think you can moan so beautifully like that and then not tell me what’s going on? You’re sorely mistaken. Spill.” Jisung’s head was spinning, trying to understand what the heck was going on. He had expected Minho to be confused, disgusted, angry even. What he had certainly not expected was for Minho to call his moans “beautiful.”

Minho must have sensed his panic because his gaze quickly softened. “Sungie, you can tell me, really. I won’t be upset.” Jisung’s face grew even redder at the nickname, tail twitching softly behind him. But all it took was a gentle pat on the hip from his hyung to send him rushing to explain everything.

“Every time you bathe me, it feels... it feels good, and I never know how to react. I tried to ignore it, hyung, I really did! But it’s hard, and you keep making it worse, and I...” He buried his face in his hands in embarrassment, pressing his thighs together tighter still.

Minho hummed in understanding, stroking his back soothingly. “What part of it feels good?”

The look on Jisung’s face must have been hilarious, as it caused Minho to chuckle darkly. “Come on, baby, you need to tell me so I can do it more often.” The younger whimpered slightly as Minho’s hands ran up his body, resting on the top of his head and rubbing in small, circular motions.

“Here?” Minho grinned, watching the boy squirm beneath him. When Jisung didn’t reply, he smiled wickedly, pinching the perked ears without warning. Jisung groaned, screwing his eyes shut as his body shook with pleasure. Grinning even wider, Minho grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Found it.” And with that, he sealed their lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss started relatively slow, Minho clearly waiting for Jisung to set the pace. When the younger tugged on his shirt as a signal for more, though, he quickly slipped in a tongue, eliciting a satisfied sigh from the trembling boy beneath him. Minho was the first to pull away, staring at Jisung’s pleasure-stricken face and trying to convert every detail to memory.

“Do you… have any idea… how hard it is to control myself around you?” Jisung shook his head, eyes wide with shock and desire. “Every Friday I

get to see you sitting here, naked, just for me. God, it takes all my strength not to devour you on the spot.”

“H-hyung…”

“And don’t get me started on when you’re not even being sexy. The way your cheeks puff out when you pout, like when I forget to give you your bedtime pats. The way you always take care of me just as much as I take care of you, even on bad days. I could come home seething and it only takes one smile to make me melt. Holy shit, Jisung, how come you didn’t moan my name sooner?”

Jisung stared at him, dazed. “I-I didn’t moan your name?”

Minho grinned, the dark look returning once more, this time tenfold.

“No, but you will soon.”

Jisung was still dripping wet from his bath, but he couldn’t care less about dampening the sheets as he scrambled frantically into bed. His mind was racing, tail twitching back and forth from anticipation. It was really happening. He was going to have his fantasy come true, the thing he always imagined while being horny out of his mind during heat. Minho had run off to grab something, so the kitten hybrid did his best to sit up and look cute for the older’s return, both hands pressed onto the mattress between his thighs. “Hyuuuung~” he called, squirming in place. “Hurry up, please?”

Minho’s head peeked around the door frame, his eyes widening in delight when he saw Jisung’s position. “For someone who was so embarrassed just a few minutes ago, you sure are a vocal little needy kitten, aren’t you?” The resulting blush made him chuckle, but he knew the boy would only get more flustered from here.

“Sungie, I brought something for you.”

Jisung’s ears perked up, his tail swishing in excitement.

And when Minho revealed the collar and matching leash, both baby blue decorated with clouds, Jisung couldn’t help but whimper.

“Oh you remember it, hm?” The older smirked, gently shaking it and letting the little golden bells on the collar jingle. “You had multiple of them, but this one was always your favorite. When I first took you in and you weren’t used to living indoors, I had to keep you near me at all times so you wouldn’t cause trouble.”

Minho walked over to the bed, gently wrapping the collar around Jisung’s small neck. It still fit, the boy hadn’t grown but an inch since Minho first met him. Next came the leash, the slight clicking of the fastener making them both shudder, Minho with power, and Jisung from the pure need of his poor cock to be touched.

“How does that feel, kitten?”

“Just like the old days but way, way sexier.”

Grinning, Mihno tugged on the leash and sent Jisung lurching forwards, their lips smashing into each other once again.

This kiss was much messier, both far too engrossed in their lust to worry about the drool dripping down onto the sheets between them. Jisung clawed at the taller man’s shirt, a silent plea to take it off, and Minho considered it only fair due to the fact he was still completely clothed compared to the fully naked hybrid. Unattaching their mouths, he pulled off the fabric in one fluid motion, his abs on full display to an awestruck Jisung, who looked as though he had just been transported to heaven.

“Aww, such a cute baby, oggling at my body. I wonder how long my needy little kitten has wanted this?”

Jisung groaned, his tail flicking aggressively as his neglected dick twitched. “T-Too long, hyung.”

“Oh? Were you imagining me stroking your ears as I ram you into the sheets with my cock?” A mewl sounded from the boy as he jerked his hips up to grind against Minho’s bare skin, sighing at the stimulation.

The older had to bite back a groan at his kitten’s already wrecked state. “Naughty baby, you’re lucky I’m so eager too or I’d punish you for that.” Jisung’s dick twitched at the statement, but that was to be explored another day when Minho wasn’t in the mood to completely fuck his brains out.

Another tug on the leash signaled for Jisung to lay face down on the bed, Minho’s strong hands guiding his hips up to where his ass was in the air. There was a pause before the older made a grunt of dissatisfaction, yanking him back to a sitting position.

“I changed my mind. On your back. I wanna see your face as I rail you.” Jisung blushed but did as he was told, laying back and wrapping his hands around his thighs to keep them open. Subconsciously, his tail moved to cover his aching erection, embarrassment readable on his flushed face. “No no, there’s no need to be embarrassed baby,” Minho cooed, stroking Jisings hair lovingly. “I wanna see you laid out so pretty for me.” At this Jisung relaxed, the tail drooping and settling next to him on the bed.

“Good kitten. Now, let’s get you ready for master’s cock.”

The prepping took what felt like forever, but the sounds Jisung made as the long fingers slid in and out of his greedy hole made it all worth it in Minho’s eyes. The boy was the definition of needy, hips bucking up, head thrown back, whimpers and groans and moans filling the room. It was after the third finger was added that poor Sungie just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please hyung, I’ve been good, I’ve wanted this for so long, please just fuck me with your big cock please~” Minho practically growled despite being the fully human one here, but he couldn’t deny Jisung’s request when he asked so nicely.

Yanking down his pants and boxers with one hand, Minho only pumped his dick a few times before gently pressing it against the squirming boy’s hole. “Tell me if I need to stop, ok?” He asked. He was eager, yes, but he still didn’t want to hurt his precious kitten. Jisung nodded frantically and finally, finally, Minho began sinking his length into him with a low moan. The stretch felt delicious to Jisung, just enough to feel stuffed but still being prepped enough for it to not hurt. It took a surprisingly short about of time for the man on top to bottom out, both of them gasping and panting at the new sensation.

After about a minute, Jisung whimpered out a “move please,” and Minho didn’t need to be told twice.

He began thrusting, the sudden friction causing Jisung to arch his back and let out the most sinful moan Minho had ever had the grace of hearing. Right away, he could tell neither of them would last long, but that was okay. Minho reached down and threaded his fingers through Jisung’s against the mattress, speeding up his thrusts and grunting as the younger squeezed perfectly around him. “God, Sung, so good,” he groaned, already feeling his high approaching but wanting Jisung to cum first. Reaching forward, he wrapped his hand around the bottom’s aching cock, stroking it wildly as he continued thrusting, hitting spots in his ass that made Jisung scream.

“Go ahead, cum for me Sungie. Be a good kitten and cum all over master’s cock.” And with that, Minho tweaked Jisung’s ears hard, sending the mewling boy over the edge as he convulsed in the burning pleasure.

Minho followed not long after, his own orgasm blindingly intense as his cum filled up the tight ring of muscles. He suddenly frowned, pulling out as panic set in.

“Shit shit I’m sorry Sungie, I didn’t ask if I could cum in you, I should have-” Jisung cut him off with a lazy shake of his head, a smile resting on his flushed face.

“Don’t worry hyung, I liked it. Feels all nice and warm.”

Minho breathed a sigh of relief, leaning down to kiss Jisung lightly before heading off to get them some cool wet towels. Once they were both cleaned up and the leash and collar had been safely stowed away in the closet once more, the two lay curled up next to each other, heartbeats almost in sync as Minho lovingly stroked the sleepy Jisung’s cheek.

“I love you baby, I hope you know that,” he sighed, planting a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

“I love you too, Minho,” he replied, his tail swishing softly before wrapping around the older’s waist, holding him there as he drifted off to sleep.

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