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you’re already in the studio when they arrive, changbin and jisung chattering excitedly about how good the song is already and how they can’t wait to perform it. minhyuk is listening to them with an affectionate smile, already used to their antics. hongjoong looks a little on edge, head darting back and forth to try and keep track of who’s saying what. chan is the last one in, as usual, and his eyes go to you immediately.
“guys,” chan says, and changbin and jisung immediately go silent. you look up from your phone innocently, like you hadn’t immediately been watching them as they walked in.
“oh, hi,” you say, feigning surprise. you sit up, holding a hand out to minhyuk first to shake. “i’ve heard so much about you, oppa.” he grins, taking your hand and dropping a kiss on your knuckles instead, and you blink in surprise, smile spreading across your face despite yourself.
“i’ve heard a lot about you too,” he replies, voice rumbling deep in his chest.
“all good things, i hope,” you tilt your head innocently.
“only the best,” hongjoong answers, and you turn your attention to him. he looks nervous, lower lip caught between his teeth. you hold a hand out to him too, and he shakes it. his nails are painted a shiny blue-black, and you briefly picture them sliding inside of you, coated in your arousal.
“you guys can just work around me,” you say airily, letting your hand drop back to the couch. “i won’t be any trouble. and when you need a break...come say hi.”
changbin grins wickedly at you, flopping down on the couch next to you. “oh god, i need a break right now. standing is so tiring,” he says dramatically, laying his head on your shoulder. you laugh, carding your fingers through his hair.
“changbin, we agreed to let our guests go first,” chan says, voice tinged with warning. you roll your eyes at him.
“they’ll get to,” changbin whines, pouting at chan. “i just wanna warm her up a little bit. get her nice and ready for them.”
“then do it, changbin-ah,” says minhyuk, pulling up a chair and sitting down in one fluid motion, crossing one leg over the other gracefully. his gaze pierces yours, lips curling up with confident ease. he’s done this before, you can tell. “we have time. show us how you get her ready.” he pats the chair next to him and hongjoong sits down, nervously glancing at chan, who nods encouragingly. he takes the last free chair, and jisung curls up on the couch on your other side.
“shorts off, baby,” changbin murmurs, and you shimmy easily out of them, dropping your phone on the floor with them to keep it from getting lost between the couch cushions.
“she’s always touching herself while she’s in here,” changbin brags as you settle in next to him. as usual, you’re not wearing any underwear, and he grabs your thigh and spreads your legs, showing off your glistening folds to the room. hongjoong gasps quietly at how wet you are already, and minhyuk lets out a soft, appreciative hum. “keeps herself slick and ready for us.”
changbin slides a finger easily inside of you to demonstrate, and you inhale sharply, hips bucking up at his touch. you’re extra sensitive today, having denied yourself two orgasms before they got here in anticipation of their guests.
“what a good girl,” minhyuk says, managing to sound casually interested despite his unblinking stare. “she’s very well-behaved, what talented boys you are.” you bite back a grin as changbin preens, loving the praise. minhyuk’s more observant than you’d given him credit for.
changbin distracts you by sliding a second finger into you and you keen, relaxing into him and tilting your head onto his shoulder. a second hand, with thinner, cooler fingers, spreads your lower lips open to show off changbin’s fingers curling inside of you, and you grin into changbin’s neck. jisung loves to be of service, whether requested or not.
“hyung,” says chan, as jisung slides a finger up to play with your clit. “hyung, we wanted you to go first. just seemed right.”
“how considerate, channie,” says minhyuk, the deep timbre of his voice making you shiver. “i would be honored.” changbin and jisung shift away from you, and you feel a new weight on the couch next to you.
“hop up, sweet thing,” says minhyuk, already tugging his jeans down to reveal his cock, hard and dripping. you swing a leg over his lap, lining yourself up and sinking down on him. he groans, long and low and appreciative, hands sliding up your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck.
“you got her ready just perfectly, thank you, changbin,” he grins lazily over at changbin, whose eyes shine with pride.
“what about me?” jisung asks indignantly. “i helped!” minhyuk meets your gaze, eyes sparkling with mirth, and you see in his face that he knows that you’ve clocked him, and that he’s clocked you. you raise an eyebrow at him, asking a silent question, and instead of answering, he smirks at you and smacks your ass lightly, urging you to get going.
“of course you helped, jisungie,” minhyuk purrs as you start to ride him. “why don’t you get your pretty little cock out, make yourself feel good?”
his hands smooth up your back, his touch making goosebumps erupt across your skin. the sound of your soaking cunt sliding around his cock is loud, obscene in the quiet studio, accompanied by your breathy moans. minhyuk’s cock is curved just perfectly so as to bump your g-spot on every stroke, and you feel your climax building more quickly than you expected. your thighs are starting to burn, though, and your pace is starting to lag.
“you really are such a pretty little thing,” minhyuk muses, dragging his nails lightly over your skin, leaving faint red marks behind on your shoulders, your collarbone, the tops of your breasts. he shifts his weight and takes control of your movement, having noticed you getting tired. his thrust game is by far the best you’ve ever had, his pace measured and controlled even as he gets close, and you fall into him, gasping into his neck and tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.
“look how desperate she is,” changbin says in awe. “hyung, you’re incredible.” minhyuk’s sides shake in silent laughter, and you dig your teeth into his shoulder gently to hide your own grin. changbin’s so cute when he has a crush.
minhyuk slides a hand between you to tweak at your nipples, pinching and tugging with expert fingers that send you breathlessly over the edge before you realize, clenching tight as a vice around him. he lifts you up off of his cock and jerks himself swiftly, cumming over his hand and onto your stomach, eyes squeezing shut as a delicious moan escapes him.
as he gently lifts you off of his lap, you dip your pinky in his release and suck it into your mouth, and minhyuk shakes a playful finger at you as he returns to his seat, tucking himself back into his pants.
“you’re a little minx, you know that?” he asks you, and you grin back cheekily.
“takes one to know one,” you reply. minhyuk laughs, surprised and genuine, and you smile at him.
“go on, joong,” chan says softly, gently pushing hongjoong’s shoulder. “if you want, it’s your turn next.” hongjoong looks unsure, and you feel a sudden pang in your chest. does he not want you? is he just here because he felt pressured? you don’t realize you’re pouting until a thumb pokes at your lower lip.
“stop that,” murmurs changbin. “he wants it, just give him a second.” you take a deep breath and close your eyes, his reassurance soothing the hurt starting to expand in your chest. changbin pulls your thighs open again, and a new pair of hands slide up your legs. you glance down to see glossy dark nail polish, and your eyes meet hongjoong’s as you feel yourself start to get wet again. he’s kneeling on the floor between your legs, eyes dark with want.
hongjoong’s lips twist up wryly as he slides a finger down your folds, collecting your arousal. “you’re a flatterer,” he says. “all this, for me?”
“well, can you blame me?” you gasp, as he brushes his wet finger over your swollen clit. you’re still a little sensitive, but there’s already more pleasure than pain. “look at you.”
“hmm,” says hongjoong. “i can think of better things to look at.” before you can retort, he’s buried his head between your thighs, licking at your clit. you moan and your thighs threaten to clamp shut around his head, but changbin’s got a firm hold on one and jisung quickly grabs the other with the hand not on his cock, forcing you to stay spread open for hongjoong.
hongjoong’s taking his time, clearly enjoying himself. he seems to revel in your taste, licking up and down your folds with the flat of his tongue to collect as much of your juices as he possibly can. his tongue alternates between flicking delicately over your clit and and pressing down on it with firm, practiced circles. you look up dizzily and see chan leaning into minhyuk, the older whispering in his ear as he strokes chan’s cock slowly and firmly. chan’s jaw drops as he meets your eyes, and a visible shudder runs through his body.
hongjoong’s nails press into your thighs, leaving marks in the skin, and you see that nail polish again, the deep blue stark against your skin.
“you love his nails, don’t you, baby?” jisung’s pressing himself up against you, purring in your ear. “maybe we should all get ours done, yeah? so you can see yourself dripping down them after we take turns fingering you.” you moan, squirming under their hands. changbin gives you a warning smack, and you try to stay still despite the pleasure building inside you, jisung’s words threatening to shove you over the edge.
“maybe we’ll get minhyuk-hyung to bring peniel-hyung next time,” jisung continues, and your hand shoots to his thigh to brace yourself. “or hongjoong-hyung could bring yunho-hyung or seonghwa-hyung or all of the rest of his members, and they could each have a turn. take you apart one by one by - “
“fuck,” you interrupt, voice ragged, breath coming in short gasps as he and hongjoong work you back up. “fuck, sung, i can’t - “
“yes, you can,” he sings. “you’ll cum again and again for them like the good girl you are, right?”
changbin suddenly grabs your chin and forces you to look up. minhyuk and chan are both watching you, twin gazes dark and hungry. they’ve got their hands on each other’s cocks now, watching the scene in front of them.
“would you like that, darling?” chan asks you, the picture of faux-innocence. “you want the rest of the members to use you like the good little toy you are?”
you can’t even think to answer. as the images of all of the members taking a turn with you, hours and hours of being fucked by beautiful men, being good and cumming over and over for them, flood your mind, everything snaps and you cum on hongjoong’s tongue, writhing under his, changbin, and jisung’s hands.
hongjoong looks up at you, far too pleased with himself. “i’ll admit i’m a little rusty,” he says. “how was it?”
“i’ve had worse,” you laugh. “i’d like to see what you’re like after some practice.”
“oh, you will,” hongjoong promises, winking at you as he returns to his seat. you open your mouth, about to offer to return the favor, when you see the dark stain down the front of his jeans. he shrugs at you.
“i really like eating people out,” he explains. you nod, offering him a playful salute. “thanks for your service.” that gets a laugh from the room, and chan rolls his eyes, smiling.
“you’ve always got something to say,” minhyuk says, still chuckling. “however, as much as i like it, i think it’s about time someone put that mouth to good use. channie, changbinnie?”
jisung opens his mouth and minhyuk points at him. “not a word out of you. you’re coming over here and sitting on my lap.” jisung closes his mouth, eyes huge, and his cock twitches.
chan stands, and holds a fist out to changbin. they play a furious game of rock paper scissors, and changbin whoops when he manages to best chan in two out of three.
“you should know better than to start with scissors,” you whisper to chan as he maneuvers you into position. “he always starts with rock.”
“maybe i secretly wanted to fuck that smart mouth of yours,” he replies with a wicked grin, and you feel your cheeks heat up, stunned silent for a moment. chan’s always had a knack for matching your witty retorts.
changbin takes advantage of your moment of weakness to smack your ass as he slides into you, and you moan, hands scrabbling on the arm of the couch as the stretch of his cock inside of you throws you off balance.
chan’s hands, warm and comforting, steady you, and then the head of his cock is brushing against your lips. you take a deep breath, and then you swallow him down.
chan and changbin settle into a steady rhythm, with changbin’s thrusts sending you forward onto chan’s cock so that you thankfully don’t have to concentrate too hard on giving chan good head. your head is fuzzy with the pleasure of being so full, of being used as a cocksleeve on both ends, and from the sounds jisung is making from outside of your sightline. whatever minhyuk is doing to him, it must feel amazing.
you look up at chan with tears clinging to your eyelashes, and he curses silently under his breath, moving a hand down to clumsily cup your cheek.
“such a good toy, so good for us,” he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. “gonna cum for us one last time, baby? you’ve done so well.” changbin reaches around you and starts circling your sensitive clit gently. you moan around chan’s cock, and the vibrations make him groan, tangling his fingers in your hair and starting to fuck into your throat as changbin’s pace slows to more of a desperate grind.
chan lets go first, pulling out of your mouth and cumming on your face as you gasp for air. your last climax rips through you as you hear jisung cum with a long, high-pitched moan, and changbin follows you soon after as you clench around his cock. his release drips lewdly out of you as he pulls out, and you mewl in protest, moving a hand to try and cup it inside if you.
“cute,” murmurs minhyuk, who’s cleaning jisung off with some tissues. he hands a few to chan, who makes quick work of wiping off your face and giving you your water bottle. hongjoong very sweetly hands you your clothes, neatly folded, and you drag him down for a quick kiss in thanks. he looks dazed as you pull away, and you giggle despite yourself.
minhyuk comes over for a kiss too, his mouth tasting suspiciously like jisung, but you don’t mind one bit. “anything funny to say?” he teases as he pulls away, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly.
“not right now, but give me like five minutes,” you say, eyes drooping as the exhaustion suddenly catches up to you. he laughs and beckons jisung over, who also looks tired. you lay back on the couch and open your arms, and jisung happily crawls into them.
chan throws a blanket over the two of you, murmuring, “we’re gonna work for a bit. sungie, you can join us whenever you’re up to it. love you both, so very much.” changbin catches your eye and blows you a kiss, and you blow one back for him. even when they share you, you know you’re theirs and they’re yours.
“m’gonna eat you out later,” jisung says sleepily as the other guys start softly talking business.
you smile, already drifting off. “promise?”