Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 4 - Possession

I can't stand it, just one night me
Clink with the drink, gimme a sip
Tell me what's your kink, gimme the dick
Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me (Ew)
Oh, wait, I can take it (Ah)
Give a fuck 'bout what your wifey's sayin' (Yeah)
-Doja Cat, Need To Know

The limo ride to the hotel was the epitomy of strange, at least to you. The fact that you were along for the ride didn't seem to change the group dynamic at all. Even though you were seated with Minho's arm around your waist and Jisung's hand on the inside of your thigh, the guys chatted and laughed all the way, getting you involved in their funny little fights and generally being loud and rowdy.

Internally you had no idea how to act; the reality of the situation was just so bizarre that your mind refused to settle. These guys - well, the four of them who had NOT had your juices on their fingers - they were looking at you not with disgust or disdain, but with something like... eagerness? Pride? You couldn't really pin down their reactions when, during a short lull in the conversation, Jisung nuzzled into your neck and kissed it gently. You were sure your face was redder than the sun, and the red bloomed further when Minho leaned in and lifted your hair to kiss the other side. You had two pairs of perfect lips on your neck, and if there was ever any doubt amongst the group about what was going on, that was gone now. The others just watched, smiling big smiles, and then studiously stuck their faces in their phones until the limo pulled up to the hotel entrance.

Six boys and you rode in one elevator to the top floor suites, and the guys wished you and each other good night as they dipped off into their individual rooms. Everyone acted so normal that it freaked you out; not so much as a raised eyebrow from a single one of them. Before you knew it, you were left alone at the end of the hall with two of the most beautiful men you'd ever seen. As Jisung took the hotel key from Minho and turned to open the door, Minho put his hands on either side of your face, demanding your attention.

"I want you to understand something before we go in," he said firmly. What more could they ask of you?? Weren't you already going to sleep with the two of them? His hands slid from your face down your neck, over shoulders, and slowly down your arms before closing around your wrists. He then firmly pushed your hands behind you, holding your gaze, bringing your wrists together behind your back.

"You're ours tonight, as in you do what we say. Walking into this room with us gives us consent to do whatever we desire with your body. Understand?" You nodded, the feel of his hardness pushing into your stomach and the sheer power of his presence wiping your mind clean of any argument. "Of course, you'll always have an opportunity to stop whatever is happening using a safeword, but once you use that opportunity, the night is over." You nod dumbly, unsure of what other answer you could give at this point. Minho smiled widely and escorted you through the door, still holding your wrists together behind your back with one hand, and Jisung closed it softly behind the three of you.

The rooms were elegantly appointed in dark grey and black, with a small bar, a large sitting room, and a huge bed surrounded by windows that revealed the city skyline. The lights were already dim and the room smelled like Lee Know - a sweet, musky, smoky scent that only made you hotter. Minho guided you to the center of the living area, stood you there and stepped back, both he and Jisung now standing together, looking at you with absolute fire in their eyes. Before you could calm the chillbumps their gaze gave you, Jisung tilted his chin up and softly said, "Strip."

You shakily started removing your dress, pulling the straps down your shoulders until it slid off your body, pooling at your feet. You weren't exactly embarrassed, but the thrill of having the two men watch you undress made your breath come quickly. Your senses were on high alert and you could hear their low murmurs of approval. You saw Jisung's hands clutching into fists as if forcing himself not to reach for you.