Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Day 1: Icecreamz - masturbation + orgasm control
Day 2: Wumuti solo - coming untouched
Day 3: Hyun solo - nipple clamps
Day 3.5: Saruharuz - part 2. mystery
Day 4: Barbiez - voyeurism + sounding
Day 5: Uharuz - finger sucking + dacryphilia
Day 6: Hyun solo - intoxication
Day 7: Icecreamz - chastity
Day 8: Rui solo - webcam
Day 9: Ruruz - shibari
Day 10: Saruharuz - oral
Day 11: Lavenderz - somno
Day 12: Icecreamz - kneeling + sissification
Day 13: Haru solo - dildos
Day 14: Barbiez - possessive + choking
Day 15: Lavenderz - semi public
Day 16: Wumuti solo - remote control
Day 17: Rui solo - messy + service kink
Day 18: Saruharuz - size queen
Day 19: Haru solo - sensory deprivation
Day 20: Uharuz - mirror sex
Day 21: Ruruz - rimming + forced orgasm + monsterfucking
Day 22: Barbiez - quiet sex
Day 23: Uharuz - biting + praise
Day 24: Icecreamz - gags
Day 25: Ruruz - impact play
Day 26: Lavenderz - lingerie
Day 27: Ruruz - hair pulling + animal play
Day 28: Lavenderz - multiple orgasms
Day 29: Saruharuz - body worship
Day 30: Barbiez - breeding + degradation
Day 31: Uharuz - writer's choice

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They step off the stage after one last goodbye, another performance with a wondrously excited crowd leaving them breathless and sweaty, laughing as they stumble around backstage. Haru can't find their left shoe in the chaos of the dressing room, and Rui has managed to lose her sweatpants again.

They still aren't used to this. The adrenaline, the rush, the excess of energy leftover even through bone-deep exhaustion. But they're learning how to manage it, in whatever ways they can.
Dark closets and bathrooms are the best quick fix when they aren't at home, crowding into one another, whispering into ears and licking at skin, biting clothes to avoid suspicious marks. It's a delicate routine, one they're all beginning to master.

This time, however, they barely have enough time to get dressed before they're ushered into their van again, fans waving and recording the tinted windows in hopes of getting one of them on video. The air inside is tense with their energy, their desire.

Hyun moves first, laying a large hand just slightly too high to be innocent on Wumuti’s thigh. He massages the soft flesh there, eyes burning into hers as he wets his lips. She knows she looks good; knows all three of them have been staring since she got out of that changing room.

They love showering her in praise when they get worked up after a stage, and normally she loves the worship. But it's been weeks since any of them had the time or privacy to blow off some steam, limited only to teasing one another in the dark between stages and hotel rooms shared with staff. Her eyes are on a different prize today, locked onto the way Hyun swallows when she looks him up and down.

They jump out of the van when it stops, barely looking at their manager as they speedwalk to the elevator within the hotel. They can almost forget their motive with how easy it is to lapse into playfully hip-checking and provoking one another, jostling to be the winner in their unspoken race.

The ride in the elevator stays just as light, thankfully. Wumuti doesn't think she could handle another security-saw-them-fucking fiasco.
“So…” Rui begins, a catlike smile curling her lips up.
“No room changes this time, and I made sure we'll be left alone. We couldn't change to one big suite like you wanted, though… Hope that doesn't ruin your plans?” Wumuti knows it won't even make a dent in whatever fantasy Rui’s cooked up.

She runs a hand along Haru’s arm, nails leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Oh, not at all. You know I’ll always get what I want when I'm so pretty. You can't resist me, right, Haru?” She's amping up her praise-seeking, wrapping her long arms around her target’s shoulders.
“If you hear either of us screaming…” Haru speaks casually as they knock their head against Rui’s neck, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as they smile eerily at Wumuti. “... It’s ‘cause I'm making noona play monopoly.”
Rui shrieks, untangling herself from them to hide behind Hyun.

The elevator doors slide open.
“Nope. You're on your own here, princess. Still meeting us at 10 for dinner though, yeah?” Hyun snickers at her sour face, knowing she'll enjoy whatever she ends up doing with Haru.
“Fine… I guess…” She fakes a sniffle, only melting when Wumuti folds and grabs her face for a kiss.

They watch Haru bounce into their room and Rui slinking after them before they go into their own.

The door isn't even closed fully before Wumuti is slamming Hyun against it, swallowing his winded noise with a greedy kiss.

“Sorry,” she murmurs against his lips, plush and panting, “you're just too much to resist. Looked so fucking good today.”
He can't help the noise he makes, the look in her eyes stoking the heat that's been swirling in his stomach for more than a month.

“Mm… bed….” He can barely get it out, so breathless from how much Wumuti clearly wants him. She complies, just as desperate, guiding him backwards as she licks into his mouth, revelling in how sweet he is.
She pulls off, pupils dilating further as she watches the string of spit connecting them break.

“Let's try something different today, hm?” Wumuti pushes him back gently, but that's all it takes for him to fall back onto the mattress. She follows, climbing on top and crawling, chasing Hyun up the bed.

She stops him just before he hits the pillows with a firm grip to his thighs, straddling his knees. Wumuti can see the way his own pupils turn to liquid at the sight of her towering over him.
Her hands leave him for only a moment to work on his belt, and he can't help the noise that leaves him at the loss of her touch.
“Don’t be silly, Hyun-ah. Patience.” Her words are so sweet, so casually condescending that his cock twitches, and he knows she's noticed it by the smirk gracing her plush lips.

She takes her time undressing him, almost like he's not even there, and each whine goes ignored.
“Come on, sweet thing. Lift your hips,” She doesn't even wait for him to move, just lifts his ass with one hand and pulls at his jeans with the other. Her casual strength makes him go boneless in her grip.
“There you go, such a good girl.” Wumuti murmurs into his ear, and oh, he's so lightheaded. His blood rushes in his ears, heart pounding unsteadily at the praise.

She shimmies his pants and boxers down and off, throwing them both off to the side, and his flimsy cropped shirt and monkey patterned socks follow. Hyun’s legs are twitching as he tries to sit still in front of her, still fully clothed compared to his complete nakedness.

With a kiss to his jaw, she slots herself behind him, sandwiching him between the heat of her thighs. He can feel her cock against his back like this, and he wants it inside so badly it almost makes him dizzy. By the way he moans, she knows it, too.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Just take what mommy gives you today, okay? Be good.”
Her words are like syrup, settling into his brain as a command as Wumuti guides him to lean his weight on her. Her hands hold his wrists loosely behind his back, a silent order to keep them still.

Her ankles hook over his calves, keeping his legs firmly apart. He can't hide like this, and no matter how much he does with any of his groupmates, he can't quite get over how exposed he always feels with their hungry gazes on him. His cock twitches again, tip already flushed red and wet. He knows Wumuti’s eyes have locked onto it, too.

“Oh, Hyunie. You must be so pent up, hm? Look at you, poor thing.”
Hyun’s ears are buzzing. He can't help the moan that rips its way out of his chest as she wraps a hand around his length. She knows what he likes, and he arches dramatically in response, gasping as one long nail drags its way from the base to the tip.
His cock dribbles, a string connecting it to the growing wet patch on the bed as he curses, far too quietly for her liking.
“You're just so wet for mommy, aren't you?”

The garbled noise that he makes is pure fuel for Wumuti.
She pumps his cock erratically, scraping her nails against it at random, almost drunk on the way Hyun kicks under her legs and whimpers when she does. The way she treats him, a little humiliating in her casual condescension, always gets him too fast, but the weeks of celibacy on tour have amplified it tenfold. She's playing so mean today.
He can barely get the words out on time-
“Noona, I'm close!”

She pulls off to circle his cockhead with two fingers, and squeezes.

He arches back onto her and whines, pre leaking from him like a faucet.
“Noona, Muti, it hurts-”
Her mouth is on his before he can beg for her hand back, licking up drool from his lips and sucking on his tongue, so frenzied in her desire.
“What's your colour, doll? Wanna keep going?” She's leaning awkwardly over his shoulder, scanning his face to make sure he's okay.
“Mmh, green… Please…”

Hyun can feel her sharp smile pressing against his lips, her hand resuming on his length. She pulls away to spit on his cock as best as she can, letting go of his hands to rub the overspill across his stomach, tracing his abs and the fine line of hair below them. He keeps his hands where she left them, delirious with the need to please.

“Perfect boy. So well behaved.” She presses a kiss to his neck, the press of her teeth threatening a bite.
“Wish I could mark you, baby. Let everyone know who owns you.”
“It's you, unnie, it's you!” He feels drunk on her, overwhelmed by the feeling of her hand splayed over his stomach where her cock should be while the other pumps an agonisingly slow rhythm on his own.

Unsurprisingly, she stops him again when he draws close. Hyun howls this time, long and loud, tears forming in his eyes as his stomach clenches. His brain is melting out of his ears, tongue thick and heavy in his mouth. The sensation of her hand on him is becoming unbearable, in the best way possible.

She edges him twice more before he taps her wrist three times, his sign he can't hold it anymore, wound up too tight, the band ready to snap at any moment.

“Need to cum, Hyunie?”
He just whines, escaped tears sliding down his flushed cheeks, hips trying uselessly to buck up into the tight ring of her fingers.
He’s panting with the effort to keep his body from disobeying, and he looks delicious like this.
Wumuti smiles sweetly from her position, kissing at his neck. “Okay, okay. You've been such a good boy. Come on, cum for me.”

She wraps her hand around him again, grinding her palm over his tip the way she knows will push him over the edge.

“Mmnh, fuck, mommy-! FUCK! PLEASE!” Hyun cries as he cums over his thighs, and it's so much. She milks him through it, squeezing every last drop out. His tears fall freely now at the overstimulation, his mind almost blissfully empty.

Wumuti slips out from behind him with a kiss to his cheek, and he can vaguely register her padding to the bathroom and turning the tap on. His head feels like it's stuffed with cotton, heavy against the headboard.

She's back quickly, a bottle of water and a damp towel in hand.
“Here, baby. Drink up. I'm gonna clean, okay? You did so well, just relax now.”

He hums his assent, almost preening as she wipes his thighs and stomach clean. She's gentle with his cock, but it hurts a little from sensitivity anyway, and she apologises with a kiss to his lips.
“There. Thank you for that, Hyunie. Colour?”

He takes her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. She can feel his tired smile against her skin.
“Green. Feel so good, thank you.”
She can't help the way her heart stutters a little. He's always so thankful, no matter what they do to him.
“We've got maybe… An hour before dinner? Do you want to watch a movie or something?” Wumuti pets his hair, expecting Hyun to want to relax afterwards like they usually do.

“What about you though, unnie?” Hyun is so sweet, but she knows he isn't in any state to help after her handling of him.
“Just think of it as an I-O-U, okay? I won't be upset. Let me take care of you, after unnie was so rough with you.”

Hyun’s so spoiled. He loves her so much, trusts what she says with every fiber of his being.
“Okay. Love you, jagiya.”

She squeezes his face, kissing the squished pout it makes.
“Love you too, sweetheart.”

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It's rare that she gets a moment to herself these days. She's grateful for it, their success and therefore the always-packed schedule that follows, but sometimes a gal needs a break.

It's even rarer that she gets the dorm to herself for an afternoon. After breakfast, Rui had cornered Hyun in the kitchen to get him out for some shopping and quality time, and though Haru tried their best to hide for the sake of their wallet, Rui had snatched them up too when they tripped on the new carpet in the hall.

Of course Rui went to try with her too, knowing the allure of a day out with her lovely partners and a nice perfume shop would win her over, but the tired look in Wumuti’s eyes had her changing her mind, scrambling for ways to convince their girlfriend to rest instead.
“A-ah, you know what? Nevermind, bǎobèi. If you stay home, I'll bring you back the, uh-” Rui had stumbled, looking at Hyun for backup.
“We'll get you some durian from that street market, but only if you'll stay and rest.” Haru piped up, giggling at the not at all subtle way Rui clutched her heart in relief at the bargaining chip.

“Okay, if you say so. Have fun, you guys.” She had said, meaning it. She knew they would've expected a fight, her workaholic nature considered, but their trust in her words overwrote their combined disbelief. They shuffled out quickly after that, before she could change her mind, each of their cheeks adorned with a Laneige lipgloss mark for good measure.

And now, she has no idea what to do.

If she played a game, she'd want Haru’s input on which one to pick, and then their company while she played it.

If she cooked anything substantial, the portion would be big enough for them when they came back, and Rui would pitch a tantrum that she "wasn't really resting" if she was spending her free time doing things for them.

If she did the laundry, Hyun would-
Well, Hyun wouldn't mind the help, but he'd also be sad that she felt her rest had to be spent doing his housework, and then Rui would pitch a tantrum that she-

Okay, so no being busy. She can order food for lunch, and then egosearch a little, and rearrange her perfumes again, and try on those new clothes she was gifted…

Oh. She remembers something, suddenly. Tucked away, in the back of her drawer, sits the lingerie Hyun gifted her earlier in the year. She’d never been able to try it on with any of them around, knowing they'd tackle her before she even had the chance to look at it herself.

She figures now is as good a time as any; she's already excited at the idea of sending them pictures of her in it, heading off to shower and prep herself for some fun.

The lingerie is gorgeous. It's a set made up of a bralette, panties and suspenders in beautiful cherry red floral lace, with keyholes in all the right places, tasteful slivers of mesh panelling and a heart charm at the top of each piece.

She’s already blushing, knowing Rui must've spent *hours* with Hyun before he bought it all, explaining styles and silhouettes until he had the knowledge of a pro.

She hurries through her makeup routine, applying sharp eyeliner and smoky red eyeshadow, pulling on nude stockings and a pair of red stiletto heels she's never had an occasion to wear. She rushes to the mirror to look at herself, nervous that she'll look silly, and-

Oh.

She feels like a work of art, her critical thoughts dying in her brain. If the others could barely handle her stage outfits, this will kill them. The thought makes her so much more excited; she knows she's stunning, but the idea that she's so beautiful, so desirable that they won't be able to think straight- it turns into pure heat in her core.

The bralette highlights her chest, the shadow making her bust look bigger, rounder than usual. Her piercings are visible through the translucent lace of the bralette, nipples already hard from the soft fabric brushing against them.

Her waist looks tinier than ever before, with the way the lace sits helping her hips appear wider. The suspender bites into her soft skin, making her hips bulge out a little.

The panties are the cherry on top.
The scalloped edges make them look seamless on her perfect skin, and the keyhole at the top of the panties frames her semi-hard cockhead in a way that's too perfect to be unintentional.

Her excitement dampens the lace, eyes heavy with her lust, and oh, now she looks obscene.

She snaps a hundred pictures from a few different angles; a few from above as she kneels on the floor, lips the only part of her face visible, another set she takes from the POVs they'd have after bending her over to fuck her, which she knows will drive Hyun and Rui crazy. Another highlights the bulge of her hips and thighs from the suspenders and stockings, a favourite of Haru’s.

Her personal favourite, though, is a lovely shot of her on her knees, spread like she's crawling in front of the mirror, one calf pressed against her thigh, the heels visible in her reflection. She looks unreal, and she quickly sends a choice handful to their group chat.

She can't hold it anymore. She retrieves a box from under the bed, pulling out her favourite dildo. She fishes around in her bedside table for the lube, slathering her fingers in it. She's so fucking desperate, and still loose from her shower, so she slips three straight in, ignoring the slight burn and moaning deep in her chest as she curls them into her prostate. She copies the way Hyun would do it, gentle but precise, hitting her target relentlessly until her panties are soaked, the cool air of the bedroom making her shiver.

She pulls her fingers out, so eager as she lubes up the toy with her other hand. She settles onto her knees, pulls her panties to the side, and sinks straight down onto it. Fuck, it burns, her back aching at the stretch, but she loves the pleasure-pain of it.
She bets she could cum just like this, bouncing and grinding in little circles against the toy, her cock rubbing up against the lace. She remembers through her haze to set up her phone against the pillows to record what she can for later.

That dizzying feeling of lust at her own appearance slams into her again as she appears on screen, leaning back against her arms as she fucks the toy faster.
“Hnnn… Fuck…!”

Her pace is brutal, the head of the toy kissing her prostate with each drop of her hips. The knot in her stomach tightens, and she arches, arms flexing for the camera as she cums untouched, ropes coating her stomach, soaking into the fabric of her panties.

“Aw… that does not feel as good as I thought it would.” She shudders at the sticky feeling on her skin, the now-ruined panties chafing uncomfortably against her length.
She's a little upset, her unusually fast orgasm not as satisfying as she wanted it to be. No matter, though, the others will be home soon. She picks up her phone to check her messages, giggling when she sees the notifs from her partners.

Hyunie 🐒
Is that the set I bought you?
Oh god
3:08pm

Haru-nya 🦊
NOONA?
3:08pm

Ru~hi 🦋
Wumuti when I get you.
We'll be having a looooooong talk later
3:08pm

Haru-nya 🦊
we're on our way home now!
3:31pm

Muti 🐰
[Video attached]
Get home safe ❤️
3:46pm

Several people are typing…

She decides she'll keep the lingerie on for now.