Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 5 - The Dancer and The Poet

"Wow!" Han laughed as he rolled over, turning on his side to face you. They both lay against you for a few minutes, chatting over your body in Korean as if you'd just been laying there all day instead of being spit roasted on their cocks for the past half hour. Eventually Minho got up and walked naked into the kitchen to grab a water. You appreciated the fluidity of his insane body, the complete fearlessness and confidence in his walk. That he was a dancer was unmistakable, his grace and precision so ingrained that you couldn't even imagine him as anything else.

He sat back down on the bed and offered you the bottle, then lifted your head and held it to your lips so you could drink, clucking to himself. Han was tracing circles on your breasts, humming and complementing them with wide eyed approval. You felt a little tired although your body never stopped throbbing, and the tension definitely wasn't gone. Minho watched Han toy with your nipples, his hand caressing your stomach, then he suddenly slapped your thigh. "Let's fuck in the shower!" he yelled standing up swiftly. Han leaped up and they both pulled you up by the hands, leading you into the spacious bathroom.

The shower was easily large enough for the three of you, and Han laid out towels as Minho got the water to temp. Once it was steaming he stepped in, water streaming down his sculpted physique. He held out his hand to you and you stepped into the hot water, cringing as it struck your abused nipples and the welt across your ass. Minho began soaping up your front as Han stepped in behind you, gasping at the heat. You groaned as Minho's soapy hands rubbed your breasts, then slid down your stomach and between your legs. You fell against him, gasping as he washed Han's mess out of your cunt.

Han got himself wet and then rubbed his own body with soap until the front of him was foamy. "This is how I like to wash," he grinned, grabbing you from behind and wiggling his body against your back. You squealed a little when his hard again cock pushed its soapy head between your thighs, and Minho quickly spun you around and glared at Han. "That's mine," he growled, and Han threw his hands up with a laugh. "Okay man, no problem!" You didn't even have time to wonder what they were talking about - both men began rubbing against you, slick hard bodies sliding against your skin. Han's mouth found yours and he began kissing you deeply while Minho bit into your shoulder from behind. You couldn't believe they were hard again already, but somehow they were, cocks just as turgid and insistent as before.

Han stepped back to adjust the water and Minho turned you around to face him again, pushing you against the shower wall and kissing you somewhat gently. After a moment he bent and hooked his arms under your knees, easily lifting you completely off of your feet, your center held wide open to him. "Look at me," he instructed. "Don't take your eyes off of mine." His thick cock began inching into you. You threw your arms around his shoulders and whined as he slowly filled you up, bouncing you up and down on his cock once he was buried all the way in.

Though you never took your eyes off of Minho's, through the steam you could see Han leaning against the opposite wall, palming his hardness as he watched Minho violate the cunt he'd been tearing up just minutes before. For all of Han's wild roughness, Minho's hips punched into you deliberately and slowly, pausing once he hit your cervix before brutally shoving himself all the way in. He would hold himself there, so deep, stretching you so painfully that you whimpered and pleaded for him to take it back out, biting your bottom lip, just to see him smile at your agony. You weren't surprised, really, that he was such a sadist. He continued to pound you methodically for several minutes, until your sore pussy swelled around him and your head rolled backwards in orgasm once more.

You whined as Minho pulled out and dropped your legs, still holding you up by the waist. "I'm ready," he breathed raggedly, and pushed you toward Han. Beautiful Han was still leaned back against the shower wall, his cock pointing at you. "Come here baby," he murmured, hands catching your waist. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, pulling you close. You melted into his kiss - those lips! His hand snaked beneath your knee and he hoisted you up, positioning himself at your aching entrance. From behind, Minho put his hands on your hips and shoved you down hard onto Han's waiting cock. You wailed over Han's shoulder, clutching his substantial biceps as he drove into you. You held on for dear life as he railed you like it was the very first time. You loved watching Han's face as he fucked you. You loved the feel of Minho's chest pressed against your back as he rubbed your breasts and slid one hand between your legs to play with your clit. Only when you felt his hard prick begin to push at your second opening did you realize what Minho was claiming as his.