no homo
bachan (channie/everyone), 500w, nc-17
sunwoo’s not even gay.
sunwoo’s not even gay. like, what the fuck, he’d take a pair of tits over this right now in a heartbeat, and tits don’t even have a hole to fuck, that’s how much he likes boobs and not boy butts. but the trouble with his job is that it leaves very little opportunity to meet ladies, especially in a naked way, and so he makes do with what he has.
which happens to be their youngest member who, when he’s feeling especially frisky and generous, spritzes himself with a perfume sunwoo likes and parades round the dorms naked after a shower, pointedly bending over to see the inside of the fridge or grab the tv remote, legs pressed closed so his balls are hidden but his ass is visible. his perfect, tiny, peach-fuzz-dusted, melon-round ass, cheeks spread as he coyly bends with unsubtle intentions. and there’s no reason to hide it from the other members; today it’s sunwoo he’s glancing at over his shoulder, tomorrow it will be someone else. once in a while he’ll bite his lips and flick his eyes between two of them, like he doesn’t know who he wants. what a tease.
so today it’s sunwoo who follows him to the shared bedroom, pressing him face-first to the door and closing his eyes, taking deep breathes of the perfume as he runs his hands up their maknae’s naked hips and pretends they’re… curvier. he’s already stiffening in his jeans, pressed against that angelic, naked ass; chanshik sighs breathily, high and soft, spreading his legs and pushing back so sunwoo can actually feel how it’s hotter between the cheeks. as usual, sunwoo slips a hand down just to check, and as usual, chanshik has prepped himself in the shower. he’s open and wet inside; just the feel of him, the slick heat around his finger, makes his cock twitch at the thought of how soft and hot he’ll feel around sunwoo’s cock.
sunwoo’s not gay, but chanshik is. whatever. everyone does it. does him. it doesn’t have to be a big deal. so sunwoo fucks him face down while he whines and sighs and claws at the mattress, arching and pushing his perfect, delicate ass back so their balls swing against each other, until chanshik is sobbing with desire and making a mess of the sheets and sunwoo is pulling out to make a mess of chanshik’s tailbone. but, y’know. thinking about titties. if only there were some around. that would be better.
after, as he admires his sticky, well-fucked body in the mirror before wandering back for a second shower on shakey legs, chanshik asks, “should i buy a dress or a bra or something? i feel like you guys would like that” and sunwoo just rubs at his eyes, punching his pillow to fluff it up without having to raise his head.
"yeah, probably," sunwoo says. "hey, try calling us ‘oppa’. that could be cute."
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sunwoo’s not even gay.
sunwoo’s not even gay. like, what the fuck, he’d take a pair of tits over this right now in a heartbeat, and tits don’t even have a hole to fuck, that’s how much he likes boobs and not boy butts. but the trouble with his job is that it leaves very little opportunity to meet ladies, especially in a naked way, and so he makes do with what he has.
which happens to be their youngest member who, when he’s feeling especially frisky and generous, spritzes himself with a perfume sunwoo likes and parades round the dorms naked after a shower, pointedly bending over to see the inside of the fridge or grab the tv remote, legs pressed closed so his balls are hidden but his ass is visible. his perfect, tiny, peach-fuzz-dusted, melon-round ass, cheeks spread as he coyly bends with unsubtle intentions. and there’s no reason to hide it from the other members; today it’s sunwoo he’s glancing at over his shoulder, tomorrow it will be someone else. once in a while he’ll bite his lips and flick his eyes between two of them, like he doesn’t know who he wants. what a tease.
so today it’s sunwoo who follows him to the shared bedroom, pressing him face-first to the door and closing his eyes, taking deep breathes of the perfume as he runs his hands up their maknae’s naked hips and pretends they’re… curvier. he’s already stiffening in his jeans, pressed against that angelic, naked ass; chanshik sighs breathily, high and soft, spreading his legs and pushing back so sunwoo can actually feel how it’s hotter between the cheeks. as usual, sunwoo slips a hand down just to check, and as usual, chanshik has prepped himself in the shower. he’s open and wet inside; just the feel of him, the slick heat around his finger, makes his cock twitch at the thought of how soft and hot he’ll feel around sunwoo’s cock.
sunwoo’s not gay, but chanshik is. whatever. everyone does it. does him. it doesn’t have to be a big deal. so sunwoo fucks him face down while he whines and sighs and claws at the mattress, arching and pushing his perfect, delicate ass back so their balls swing against each other, until chanshik is sobbing with desire and making a mess of the sheets and sunwoo is pulling out to make a mess of chanshik’s tailbone. but, y’know. thinking about titties. if only there were some around. that would be better.
after, as he admires his sticky, well-fucked body in the mirror before wandering back for a second shower on shakey legs, chanshik asks, “should i buy a dress or a bra or something? i feel like you guys would like that” and sunwoo just rubs at his eyes, punching his pillow to fluff it up without having to raise his head.
"yeah, probably," sunwoo says. "hey, try calling us ‘oppa’. that could be cute."
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comments encourage writers to keep writing!! :3