Summary: Just Felix being unable to say no to his girlfriend.
Warnings: Phew…. Double Penetration, Lots of Sex, we also got a bit of Dick on Dick action thanks to Hyunjin and Felix, a little bit of Breeding kink…. yk a little bit of this a little bit of that….Minors DNI
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Felix had never really thought of himself as a voyeur, but maybe he was. Or maybe it was just Y/N. Maybe it was just Hyunjin.
Whenever he took his girlfriend, fucked her good, he wanted people to know. His boys, especially. Maybe it was ego, maybe it was something else, but he liked it when they heard. When they knew how she moaned, how she came apart under him. And maybe—just maybe—he liked the idea of one of them stepping in.
Hyunjin, especially.
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It started as a passing thought, just a flicker in his brain during late-night practices when he was too tired to think straight. The way Hyunjin’s lips always looked plush and wet, the way his fingers were long and delicate, the way he looked at Y/N sometimes—too fast to be caught, but Felix saw. He always saw.
Then, the night in the dorm kitchen happened.
Felix should’ve pulled away when Hyunjin walked in, should’ve at least covered her up. But he didn’t. Instead, his grip on her thighs tightened, lifting her slightly, angling her just right. He wanted Hyunjin to see. See the way Y/N took him so well, see how her body responded, how she moaned into the marble countertop, breathless and needy. And Hyunjin—he didn’t leave. He didn’t say a word. He just stared, mesmerized, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Felix had fucked her harder after that.
Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop picturing what would’ve happened if Hyunjin had stepped closer. If he had bent down, taken one of Y/N’s nipples into his mouth, let her whimper against his tongue. If he had traced his fingers over her stomach, lower, lower, until—
Felix exhaled sharply.
Beside him, Y/N shifted. Then, she turned to him, eyes heavy with something unreadable. Felix set his phone down as she leaned in, her voice quiet but certain.
“I want to have sex with Hyunjin.”
His heart slammed against his ribs.
Fuck.
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Felix didn’t hesitate. He never did when it came to Y/N. His princess got what she wanted—always. And if she wanted Hyunjin, then that was exactly what she was going to get.
He had to be smart about it, though. Had to make sure Hyunjin knew this wasn’t some weird setup, wasn’t some test of loyalty. He could already imagine the way Hyunjin would furrow his brows, lips pressing into a tight line, searching Felix’s face for any sign of a trap.
“You’re serious?” Hyunjin had asked when Felix finally brought it up, voice low, careful.
Felix just smiled. “She wants you.”
Hyunjin scoffed, crossing his arms. “And you’re just… okay with that?”
Felix leaned in, his voice dropping. “More than okay.”
The disbelief lingered in Hyunjin’s eyes, but Felix saw the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched, restless. He was thinking about it. That was enough for now.
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So Felix set it up.
Y/N deserved more than some awkward, hesitant arrangement. She deserved to be wanted, to be cherished, to feel like the center of the universe. So he made sure everything was perfect—her favorite lingerie, soft lighting, the scent of vanilla lingering in the air. And then, he sent Hyunjin a simple text:
“Come to your room.”
Hyunjin walked in first, shoulders tense, still half-expecting some kind of joke. But when he saw her, all that skepticism melted away.
She was waiting for them, sprawled across his bed like she belonged there, wrapped in delicate lace, smiling so brightly it made his chest ache. Like she was the happiest girl in the world. Because Felix had given her exactly what she wanted.
Hyunjin turned his head slightly, eyes flickering to Felix.
Felix just grinned.
“Go on,” he murmured. “She’s waiting for you.”
And fuck, if that didn’t make Hyunjin’s knees weak.
Hyunjin swallowed hard, gaze flickering between Y/N—laid out so perfectly for them—and Felix, who stood beside him, entirely at ease.
“Come here,” Felix murmured, voice smooth, knowing. He stepped forward first, crawling onto the bed like he’d done a thousand times before, settling between Y/N’s legs. His hand ran up her thigh, slow, possessive, before he turned back to Hyunjin, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Let me show you what she likes.”
Y/N let out a quiet sigh as Felix’s fingers trailed over her stomach, his touch light enough to make her shiver. “She likes it when you take your time,” he continued, voice dropping lower. His fingers brushed over the lace covering her, making her hips twitch. “She likes being touched like this first—gentle, teasing. Gets her desperate for more.”
Hyunjin exhaled sharply, but he listened. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Felix’s hands, watching Y/N’s reactions, her breath hitching, her lips parting just so.
Felix glanced at Hyunjin, eyes dark with something unreadable. Then, he reached out, grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, and guided his hand over Y/N’s thigh. “Feel how warm she is?” Felix murmured. “She’s been waiting for you, too.”
Y/N whimpered, pressing into their touch, and Hyunjin felt like he was drowning.
Felix’s voice was right by his ear when he spoke again. “Kiss her,” he whispered. “She’s so pretty when she gets kissed.”
Hyunjin hesitated for half a second before leaning in, brushing his lips against Y/N’s. She melted into him immediately, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, feel the soft hum she let out against his mouth.
And then, just as Hyunjin was getting lost in her, Felix’s fingers tilted his chin.
Hyunjin barely had time to process it before Felix kissed him.
It was slow, deliberate, a test—but also not. Felix kissed like he did everything else, confident and easy, like he already knew Hyunjin would kiss him back.
And fuck—he did.
The air in the room shifted, heavier now, hotter. Y/N whimpered between them, watching with wide, eager eyes as Felix pulled back just enough to smirk.
“See?” he murmured. “Told you this is what she wanted.”
And maybe—just maybe—it was what Felix wanted too.
Felix didn’t stop.
Hyunjin was still catching his breath from that kiss, lips tingling, head spinning, but Felix was already moving. His hands ghosted over the hem of Hyunjin’s shirt, fingers brushing bare skin as he pulled it up and off. Hyunjin let him. Let Felix undress him, piece by piece, watching as Felix’s own shirt hit the floor next.
Y/N lay between them, eyes glazed with want, her hands skimming over their bodies, exploring.
Then, Felix’s hands were back on her, tracing the straps of her lingerie, playing with the delicate lace before sliding it down, baring her inch by inch. “Perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration.
Hyunjin swallowed hard.
Felix noticed.
His smirk was slow, knowing. He tilted his head slightly, voice low, taunting. “You want to touch her?”
Hyunjin exhaled, shaky and uneven. His gaze flickered to Y/N’s, searching for permission—for confirmation that this wasn’t just Felix testing him.
She met his eyes, and for a second, she was so soft. So willing.
Then, without hesitation, her fingers wrapped around his wrist, delicate but firm, guiding him exactly where she wanted.
The first brush of his fingers against her made her gasp.
Her thighs twitched, back arching slightly, hips pressing closer to him on instinct. Warm. So fucking warm. Hyunjin swallowed hard, his breath coming out in a shudder as he watched his fingers disappear inside her.
Felix sat back, a quiet curse slipping from his lips. He was watching everything, chest rising and falling in short, uneven exhales, his pupils so blown they were nearly black.
Hyunjin worked her open, pushing deeper, curling his fingers just right.
Y/N moaned.
She spread her legs wider, giving them both a perfect view. And then, slowly, deliberately, she reached down with her free hand—using her own fingers to spread her pussy lips even more.
Hyunjin choked on air.
Felix nearly groaned.
“See how tight her pussy is?” Felix murmured, voice low and wrecked.
Hyunjin’s breathing stuttered. His fingers flexed inside her. His eyes flicked up to Felix, something dark and unreadable swirling in them.
“You kept that all for yourself?”
Felix chuckled, running a hand through his hair. His smirk widened, lazy and dangerous.
“Not anymore,” he murmured, shifting closer. His voice was a husky promise.
We stretch her out today.
Their smiles matched.
But Y/N—Y/N smiled the most.
Oh, this was heaven.
Hyunjin wasn’t hesitant anymore.
The second he had Y/N trembling under his fingers, once he saw the way Felix devoured every little reaction, something inside him snapped.
His grip tightened on her thigh. His other hand fisted the sheets beside her head. He wanted more.
Y/N let out a soft, surprised gasp as Hyunjin pushed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. His eyes were wild, pupils dark, jaw clenched tight.
He wanted to ruin her.
Felix leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Let him, princess.”
And she did.
Hyunjin spread her wide, lining himself up, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. His grip on her thigh was firm, holding her still, keeping her open as he eased inside, stretching her inch by inch.
Her lips parted in a soundless moan.
Felix’s breathing hitched. His fingers flexed against his thighs.
Hyunjin let out a slow, shaking breath, his head dropping to her shoulder as her tight heat swallowed him whole. His jaw tightened, a deep groan breaking from his throat.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice wrecked, already breathless. “You feel so fucking good.”
Felix’s cock twitched painfully at the sight.
And then Hyunjin moved.
Deep. Slow. Deliberate.
A steady, claiming rhythm.
Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed, nails dragging down Hyunjin’s arms. Her tiny, helpless whimpers filled the room, mixing with the slick sounds of her soaked pussy taking him so easily.
Felix couldn’t fucking look away.
The way Hyunjin fucked her, the way Y/N arched into it, the way her pretty little moans grew louder with every thrust—
He was gone.
“Felix,” Y/N moaned, reaching out blindly, her body shuddering between them. Desperate. Needy for her Boyfriend.
Hyunjin’s gaze flickered up, something dark and knowing swirling in his eyes. He saw it too—the way she ached for more.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low, husky. “She wants you.”
Felix didn’t let them ask twice.
He was on the bed in seconds, his hand sliding over her heated skin, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. His lips crashed into hers, swallowing her soft, breathy whimpers, his tongue teasing hers—hot, slick, claiming. She tasted so fucking sweet, so wrecked already, but he wanted more.
And then Hyunjin.
Felix barely had a moment to breathe before their eyes met again, their lips only a whisper apart. He could feel Hyunjin’s breath—warm, uneven —ghosting against his mouth, and suddenly, he wasn’t thinking anymore.
He just took.
Their lips collided again—this time with no hesitation, no second-guessing, no restraint.
It was Filthy.
Their tongues tangled, the kiss messy, deep, hungry, like they had been waiting for this just as much as Y/N had. Felix groaned into it, his fingers sliding lower, palming Hyunjins balls through his thrusts, feeling the way his cock buried deep inside her, the way he filled her so perfectly.
Hyunjin moaned into his mouth, the sound low and wrecked. His hips stuttered, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked Y/N even harder.
Rough. Deep.
Felix felt every thrust, felt the heat radiating from them both, the damp sweat clinging to their skin. He pulled back, panting, watching the way Hyunjin’s cock disappeared into Y/N’s tight, wet pussy, the way she arched into every movement, the way her lips trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure consumed her.
She loved this. She fucking loved this.
And then Hyunjin flipped her over, pressing her down onto the bed.
Positioning her just right.
“Open your mouth for Felix,” Hyunjin murmured against her ear, his breath hot, his fingers gripping her jaw—not too rough, but just enough to make her shiver.
Y/N obeyed immediately.
Lips parting. Tongue flicking out. Eyes pleading.
Felix’s cock twitched at the sight.
“Fuck,” he muttered, a deep, low growl, his fingers threading into her hair, gripping it just tight enough to make her gasp.
Hyunjin smirked behind her, one hand sliding down the curve of her back, spreading her open, watching her drip for them.
Felix exhaled shakily. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. Rough. Possessive.
And then Hyunjin thrust into her from behind, slow and deep, while Felix slipped between her lips, groaning the second the heat of her mouth wrapped around him.
They moved in sync.
Hyunjin’s thrusts rocked her forward, forcing her to take Felix deeper, her throat tightening around him as she let out a strangled moan. Felix’s fingers flexed in her hair, his head dropping back for a moment, a breathless curse spilling from his lips.
She was so Helpless. Overwhelmed. So completely theirs.
And Felix had never fucking loved anything more.
Hyunjin met his gaze over her shoulder, his smirk all mischief.
“Wanna stretch her out more?”
Felix swore under his breath, his grip tightening.
Hyunjin smirked wider. Their hands met in a quick high-five, both of them already so fucking gone, before Felix pulled away, letting Y/N catch her breath.
But she didn’t want a break.
She whimpered at the loss, soaking the sheets beneath her, shifting, needy, desperate.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her overstimulated clit. “You still want more?”
Y/N could barely speak, barely think—all she could do was nod.
Felix exhaled hard, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “She’s not done until we say she’s done.”
Hyunjin’s grip on her hips tightened. “Exactly.”
Felix moved her again, effortlessly flipping her onto her back, lifting her into his lap like she weighed nothing.
Her breath hitched, completely at his mercy.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered, his voice like velvet, fingers trailing down her spine, teasing, possessive.
She smiled, still breathless, her heart pounding in her chest. “Hi, sunshine.”
Felix tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes drinking in her flushed skin, her kiss-bruised lips, the dazed, blissed-out look in her gaze.
God, she was so fucking beautiful like this.
“Enjoying yourself?” he murmured, lips ghosting over her cheek, his voice a slow, delicious tease.
She nodded, a soft, desperate sound escaping her lips, her thighs squeezing around his hips.
Felix smirked.
“You know I always give you what you want,” he murmured, lining himself up with her, teasing the head of his cock against her soaked, aching entrance.
“Just ask for it. You know how much i love Spoiling you”
Felix pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, groaning at the way she squeezed around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Before she could even adjust—Hyunjin.
His hands found her waist, warm, firm, grounding.
His body pressed against her back, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Breathe, baby,” Felix whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.
And then—
Hyunjin pushed in.
Right beside him.
The stretch was unreal.
Y/N’s head fell back, a strangled moan spilling from her lips as Hyunjin eased inside, the two of them filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
Felix let out a shaky exhale, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as Hyunjin groaned, gripping her hips tighter, his fingers leaving bruises.
The way her walls squeezed them both, the wet heat surrounding them, the perfect, sinful tightness—it was almost too much.
“How do you feel, baby?” Felix asked, voice gentle, breathless, wrecked.
“Is it okay?”
Behind her, Hyunjin pressed soft, teasing kisses along her jaw, his lips barely there, his hand slipping up to cradle her throat.
Her breath hitched, her body shivering, stretched so perfectly between them.
Felix’s fingers found her clit, circling slow, deliberate, coaxing, guiding her into pure, blissful surrender.
“It’s so good,” she whispered, voice trembling. So full. So overwhelmed. So desperate for more.
Hyunjin’s gaze met Felix’s over her shoulder.
Felix smirked.
Hyunjin mirrored it.
“You take two cocks so well,” Hyunjin murmured into her ear, voice smooth, thick with admiration and lust.
A shiver ran through her.
She arched back against him, pressing into the hard, muscled tones of his chest.
His arms tightened around her, securing her, owning her, holding her in place as they both pulsed deep inside her.
And then—his lips were on hers.
Plush. Warm. Needy.
A kiss that sent her spinning.
Felix took his time with her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, his lips tracing over her throat, worshipping every inch of her.
They stayed buried inside her, letting her adjust.
But she was ready for more.
And they knew it.
When they started moving, Y/N swore she was on cloud nine.
The stretch—blissful torture.
A deep, delicious burn that made every thrust more intense, made her head spin, made her body tremble.
She was so fucking full.
Two thick, hard cocks, moving inside her, claiming her, fucking her open.
Hyunjin moaned, low, wrecked, ruined at the way she clenched around them.
Felix cursed under his breath, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her down onto them both, forcing her to take every inch.
The friction was filthy.
She could feel them, not just inside her but against each other, their cocks rubbing eachother, sending electric shocks of pleasure through all of them.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering slightly. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.
Y/N’s nails dug into one of their arms—she didn’t even know whose.
Felix’s voice was in her ear, soft, breathless, hypnotic.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “Taking both of us like a perfect little slut.”
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
“So tight for us, princess. You’re dripping.”
And then, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss over her shoulder. Messy, desperate. Tongues sliding together, Felix sucking on Hyunjin’s bottom lip like he was starved for it.
“The way your dick presses against mine is so fucking hot, Jinnie,” Felix groaned.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, breathless. “Mhm… and this is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You’re a really good friend, Lix.”
Felix let out a breathless laugh—until Y/N shifted between them, so needy.
“Oh, look at her,” Felix cooed, a teasing edge to his voice. “We’re not giving her enough attention.”
“Sorry, princess,” Hyunjin smirked.
Their hips snapped forward in sync, harder, deeper, filling her over and over until she was nothing but moans and trembling limbs. Their hands and mouths were everywhere—hot lips dragging down her throat, rough palms gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Completely surrounded. Completely taken.
She came harder than she ever had before. A cry tearing from her throat, body shaking, completely undone.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that she barely registered the way Hyunjin and Felix groaned in sync, her orgasm clenching around them, drawing them deeper into her. They had to have been heard. The entire dorm probably knew what was happening by now, but none of them cared.
The men pulled out, leaving her trembling, her body still spasming from the aftershocks. Hyunjin laid her on her back gently, pressing soft kisses to her damp forehead before pushing back inside her, sliding in so easily through the mess they had made.
Felix followed, stretching her out all over again.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, thrusting in tandem, driving her into another wave of overstimulation that had her eyes rolling back, her lips parted in helpless moans. It was too much, but it was perfect.
Her fucked-out state only made them more desperate—her messy hair, the deep red marks littering her soft skin, her parted lips glistening with drool. She looked ruined, and they were responsible.
And they wanted more.
When Y/N came again, they both lost it.
Hyunjin let out a deep, guttural groan, his body trembling, his grip on her tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together.
Felix bit his lip, his whole body shuddering, a choked, wrecked moan slipping from his throat.
But in the heat of the moment, their lips met again and somehow, both of them slipped out.
Y/N barely had time to process it before she saw the sight in front of her.
Felix and Hyunjin, lost in each other.
Hyunjin’s hands roamed greedily down Felix’s back, gripping his ass, squeezing, spreading him open, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin.
Felix gasped into Hyunjin’s mouth, his hips rolling forward, their leaking, rock-hard cocks rubbing together.
Y/N’s breath hitched.
Her pussy was still pulsing, loose and aching, but all she could do was watch, mesmerized, entranced, utterly ruined by the sight.
Hyunjin wasn’t gentle.
He grabbed Felix’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding against him, their cocks sliding against each other, throbbing, dripping, needy.
Felix moaned into his mouth, his fingers tangling in Hyunjin’s hair, tugging, making Hyunjin groan, making him push harder, rut against him like he needed to crawl inside him.
Felix’s hands slid lower, gripping Hyunjin’s ass in return, pulling him in, pressing their bodies together even tighter, until every inch of them was aligned, until they could feel each other’s heat, each other’s need.
Felix’s fingers trailed over Hyunjin’s nipples, teasing, pinching, making the other man gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.
“You like that? Wanna fuck my ass someday too ?” he murmured, dragging his tongue along Hyunjin’s jaw, his throat, tasting the sweat on his skin.
Hyunjin just groaned a quiet yes, his fingers digging into Felix’s back, nails leaving faint red lines.
Y/N let out a soft, desperate moan.
This was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
Felix and Hyunjin panting against each other’s mouths, rubbing against each other, fucking against each other, hands roaming, tongues tangled, grinding and moaning like they couldn’t get enough.
Hyunjin’s forehead dropped against Felix’s, his breath ragged, uneven.
“I’m so close,” he gasped, his voice breaking, wrecked.
Felix nodded quickly, his hips still rolling, chasing friction.
“Me too—fuck,” he choked out, his cock twitching against Hyunjin’s, so fucking close to falling apart.
And then, Y/N’s voice cut through the haze.
Hoarse, desperate, wrecked beyond belief.
“Inside me.”
Both of them froze.
Felix’s gaze snapped to hers.
Hyunjin’s fingers tightened on Felix’s skin.
They didn’t need to be told twice.
They turned their attention back to her, both pushing inside her at the same time, their cocks sliding in so easily, her pussy still greedy for more. The overstimulation made her whimper, and they groaned in sync, finally giving in.
Hyunjin shuddered, his breath hot against her skin, as he came deep inside her, Felix following moments after, moaning as he spilled into her alongside Hyunjin.
The thought of it—being so full, so completely claimed by them—made Y/N smile in satisfaction, her body utterly spent.
“Imagine if she gets knocked up by one of us,” Hyunjin murmured, still panting, his voice laced with laziness and amusement.
Y/N only hummed sleepily at the thought of their cum breeding her—not even knowing which one of them it would be.
With all of their energy drained, none of them moved. They simply stayed buried inside her, keeping her warm, adjusting so she lay comfortably between them. Their bodies pressed close, their arms wrapped around her protectively, sweat and heat mixing as they held each other.
Felix traced soft circles over Hyunjin’s arm, his other hand resting on Y/N’s stomach, possessively, tenderly.
“On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you right now?” Felix asked, his voice drowsy but warm.
Y/N barely had the strength to answer, but she smiled sleepily at Hyunjin before whispering, “Twenty.”
Hyunjin chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You cute girl.”
But she was already asleep, safe and cherished in their arms.
Why a Suae × Eunhyuk Ending Would Undermine Operation: True Love’s Own Critique
Operation: True Love isn’t just a romance; it’s a meta commentary on how romances are written. The author built a mirror story, The Black Rose of Versailles, to expose what she finds hollow about the genre’s familiar formulas.
Within that mirror, Dohwa serves as the author’s mouthpiece. He calls the original Black Rose ending sad, predictable, and boring, and Suae fully agrees with him. That agreement matters, it positions both characters as reflections of the author’s own stance.
Now, consider what it would mean for Suae to end up with Eunhyuk, the clear parallel to Prince Edward. To repeat that pairing in Operation: True Love would make the manhwa’s ending identical to the one its own characters dismissed. The author would be disproving her own argument, turning her story into the very thing she labeled sad, predictable, and boring.
Suae’s role pushes this even further. When she calls out how exhausting and repetitive love triangles are, she’s not just critiquing The Black Rose of Versailles but the genre itself. Her answer to that cliché is rewriting it, penning her own version where Cindy ends up with the second male lead, Gray. In doing so, Suae turns critique into creation, offering the antidote to the predictable romances she disdains.
Together, she and Dohwa form a deliberate mirror; he deconstructs the story, and she deconstructs the genre itself. Their shared perspective rejects romantic clichés.
So if the author were to have Suae end up with Eunhyuk, a “Prince Edward” figure within her own narrative, she would undo the very thesis her characters have voiced. It would betray the self-awareness and critique at the heart of Operation: True Love.
In short, an Eunhyuk ending wouldn’t just be disappointing; it would contradict the story’s entire reason for existing.
content warning: hockey player Hyunjin; figure skater Felix; enemies to lovers; mostly fluff; kissing
word count: 4420
The alarm struck 5, and just like every other day, Felix was already up. He'd tied his blonde locks into a sky-blue ribbon that matched his sky-blue athletic shirt, which he often wore to practice.
He grabbed his rink bag from where it sat by the door and slipped on his sandals before heading out to the car.
It was a short drive to the ice rink... no more than 5 minutes. He'd chosen his apartment due to its proximity because he spent hours here whenever he could practicing and preparing for his various competitions.
Next up was regionals, and he was determined to win and take his routine to Nationals.
He parked his car and climbed out with his gear in tow. It was starting to get chilly, and he smiled when he could see his own breath in the air.
He loved the cold. He loved everything about the winter.
The cocoa, the mittens, the sweaters, and the scent of pine... it was all so cozy.
He opened the door to the rink and stepped in, surprised to see the motion-activated hall lights on. He always came early because he liked the privacy. Nobody else had ever been here before.
With his brows furrowed in confusion, he headed to the ice.
Already slashing through the fresh, silky ice sheet, was a clumsy, brute hockey player...
"Hey!" Felix called, shouting over the slice of a puck through the air.
The guy skidded to a stop and looked over at Felix. His sweaty strands clung to his forehead, and he looked almost amused to be the cause of Felix's distress.
"I reserved this ice from 5:30 to 7 every single morning," Felix shouted.
The hockey player skated closer and leaned on the wall once he got there. He was taller than Felix, maybe a little stronger.
"Check the time, princess," he smirked and eyed the clock.
Felix grit his teeth and glanced over. It was 5:25... just a few minutes short of his reservation.
"If you wanna twirl around me while I shoot, I won't stop you," he teased while heading back to retrieve his puck.
Felix slammed his bag onto the bench and began putting his skates on. He hated feeling stupid...and he especially hated being made to feel stupid by a stupid hockey player. "I'm surprised he can even read a clock," Felix mumbled as another shot rang through the air.
He finished lacing his skates and watched the seconds tick by. When it was exactly 5:30 he jumped up and pushed through the opening in the wall to kick the hockey player off. He was standing by the wall with a teasing smile. "You're pretty prompt, huh?"
"You don't get to regionals by being a slacker," Felix huffed and stormed onto the ice to begin rehearsing. He connected his phone to the Bluetooth and turned his song on. He used to rehearse with earbuds, but he'd once dropped one and nearly tripped on it right before a competition.
He liked hearing his song out loud, though...liked hearing it fill the air just like he would on competition day. He started doing some simple cross-overs to warm up. The hockey player took off his gear but kept watching him. Felix hated being watched in practice...mostly because he didn't want any of his competition to find out what he was planning.
He skipped across the ice to prepare his calves for jumps, but stopped by the wall with an exasperated huff. "Your time is up," he reminded him.
"Is it?" he joked. "I had no idea."
"I don't like being watched," Felix snarked.
The hockey player raised his brow and checked Felix out. His eyes trailed from his skates up to his skin-tight light blue top to his hair pulled back. "Somehow, I don't believe that."
The only thing Felix hated more than being made to feel dumb by a hockey player...was being made to feel flustered. He hated how he could feel his cheeks turning red...hated that he could feel his heart racing.
"Please..." Felix begged, his voice sounding small, "Leave."
The hockey player pursed his lips, but eventually shrugged his bag with his gear over his shoulder. "Fine."
Felix watched him walk away, and he was just about to start performing his actual routine when he remembered something.
"Fuck," he cursed before taking off down the hall, running (skates and all) across the tile until he found the sign-up sheet.
He'd asked the owners of the rink to post it weekly rather than daily... of course they didn't.
So now... tomorrow from 5 to 7... the rink was taken by Hyunjin... the only hockey player that would dot his I's with a mocking heart.
Felix gritted his teeth and headed back to the rink. He wasn't going to waste any more time today when he couldn't practice tomorrow.
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At precisely 4am, Felix's alarm went off. He couldn't practice today thanks to Hyunjin who felt like it required 2 full hours to smack a puck around, but he was determined to get his reservation tomorrow.
He put on some wool socks and shrugged on his sweater before driving over to the rink.
The doors didn't open until 5, so he sat in his car until a second one pulled up...Hyunjin's.
It was 4:55, so Felix got out of his car to wait by the doors. He wasn't going to let Hyunjin stop him from practicing again even if it came to a fight.
"This is a little overkill isn't it ice princess?" Hyunjin taunted as he walked up to Felix.
"Shut up," Felix grumbled.
"You know, you could've just reserved a time for this afternoon," Hyunjin laughed.
Something about the way he said it, the suggestion that Felix should have to change his schedule, made him snap. "I have strength and cardio training in the afternoon. My coach can't do mornings because his kids have cross country. And I can't do a daytime schedule because I have work. I have a competition coming up. I need to practice, and I need to practice every day that I can. And now today, less than a week out, I can't run my routine because some incredibly average hockey player decided he needed to hit the puck around. What do you even need the rink for? Huh? To remember the good old days when you thought you had a shot at majors?" he shouted, just as the doors unlocked. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rink to reserve."
He tossed the doors open, leaving Hyunjin out in the cold. He'd been a little meaner than he'd planned...but everything he said was true.
He reached the sign-up sheet and took the two hours Hyunjin had today, signing his name with the same sarcastic hearts.
"I didn't know your competition was coming up so soon," Hyunjin mumbled as he walked up behind him.
"Yeah, well, I didn't expect a hockey player to take anyone else into consideration," Felix snarked.
Hyunjin sighed, "Why do you say it like that?"
Felix crossed his arms and rolled his eyes before leaning against the wall. "What are you talking about?"
"Hockey player... You say it like it's derogatory..."
"Big word for a hockey player," Felix mumbled under his breath.
"See, you just did it again," Hyunjin complained. "Not every hockey player is some airhead caveman with the IQ of a piece of bread."
"The good ones are," Felix bit back. "And judging by the fact you have all your teeth, you must not be a very good one."
Hyunjin looked hurt by the accusation.
Felix didn't apologize though. He stood his ground.
Eventually, Hyunjin backed up with a disappointed shake of his head before taking off down the hall to the rink. Felix noticed that unlike yesterday, he had his hair in a red ribbon.
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At 4:30 am Felix awoke and readied himself to head to the ice rink, same light blue ribbon, but this time with a white top. He was surprised, when he arrived, to see the same car as yesterday in the parking lot.
He slung his bag over his shoulder and stormed over to Hyunjin. He knocked on the window and he rolled it down with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Felix asked.
"I'm here to sign up for tomorrow," he shrugged. "Cocoa?" he offered as he held a cup out the window.
"I told you I needed to practice. I have my..."
"Cocoa?" Hyunjin interrupted again as he got out of the car, two cocoas in hand and a scarf wrapped around his neck. Just like yesterday he had his hair in a ribbon.
"Why?" Felix asked. It was suspicious that Hyunjin would be nice when he'd basically implied he had the brain capacity of a goldfish yesterday.
"Because it's going to snow today," Hyunjin shrugged. "And cocoa tastes better in the snow."
"Fine," Felix sighed and reached for a cup. It warmed his hands instantly. "Thanks," he said as he took his first sip.
The doors suddenly unlocked, the clicking sounding through the dead, chilly air. Hyunjin heard the sound too and took off in a sprint to the sign-up sheet. Felix chased after him, but the cocoa's lid came off and went all over his white top. He gasped in shock and dropped the cup, glaring at Hyunjin who reached the doors well before him.
There was no chance for him to catch up, and he stomped to the doors, reaching them just as Hyunjin came out.
"See ya tomorrow princess!" he smirked as he held the door for him.
On the sign-up sheet, he'd written both their names...
This pissed Felix off even more than losing the time. He didn't want to be seen fraternizing with a hockey player... But if he didn't show up he'd look weak.
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At 4:30, Felix rolled out of bed, growing used to the new practice time already. Hyunjin had ruined his white shirt yesterday so today he put on a black one, just in case he offered him any other beverage with a loose lid.
He got there before Hyunjin and right on time. He headed in, the fresh ice cutting through his nose in his favorite way. He laced his skates and was shocked to see Hyunjin hadn't gotten there yet.
He wondered if he'd chickened out, and decided to get started on his practice. He took less time warming up since he hadn't gotten to practice yesterday and eyed the door every few minutes, wondering if he would show up.
He spent an hour mindlessly doing his dance while watching the door in anticipation. It was 6:30 when someone else finally walked in, but Felix's face sank when he realized it wasn't Hyunjin but the normal 7:00 reservation.
He frowned and finished his time, confused as to why he even cared if Hyunjin showed up. He'd been given two uninterrupted hours. It was what he'd wanted all along... and yet...
He headed off the ice at precisely 7:00 and removed his skates to put back on his slides before heading to the sign-up sheet.
He was shocked to see his name already there...again, next to Hyunjin's. Sometime between 5 and 7 Hyunjn had been there...he could've been watching Felix and he would've had no idea.
A blush crept up to his cheeks, and he stared at the ground shyly while walking out to his car. Hyunjin had been right yesterday...
It did snow.
And it made the ground and the trees and everything else look so magical. He inhaled the sweet scent of pine and smiled as he reached his car... almost missing the little bag with a bow sitting on top.
He reached for it, deciding to read the note first.
Sorry about your shirt.
-H
Inside was a brand new white top. Felix checked the size and was surprised to see it was correct. He tried to hide his smile as he climbed into his car, and he found himself hoping Hyunjin would actually join him on the ice tomorrow.
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4:30… once again Felix woke up. This time, he put on the new shirt Hyunjin gave him with the same blue ribbon. This time, when he arrived at the rink, Hyunjin was leaning against the door, waiting with two cups, a scarf, and a guilty look on his face.
Felix climbed out of his car and walked right up to him, unsure if he should be nice or angry… He felt too many things when he looked at him to decide.
“Nice shirt,” he complimented when Felix approached.
“You wouldn’t have needed to buy a new one if you hadn’t sabotaged the old one,” Felix snapped, wondering why his instinct was always to bite rather than smile. Why couldn’t he just be nice?
Hyunjin sank back guiltily and offered a cup, “Cocoa?”
Felix sighed but took it, making sure to check the lid was secure before taking a sip. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Hyunjin replied.
The two of them went quiet while waiting for the doors to unlock. They walked quietly to the rink, passing the sign-up sheet on the way.
“Don’t you want to add your name?” Hyunjin asked.
Felix took another sip and shook his head. “My competition is tomorrow.”
“Where?” Hyunjin asked.
“Gangwando,” Felix answered him.
“The Gangneung arena?” Hyunjin guessed.
Felix nodded.
“There’s a great sushi place near there. It overlooks the beach,” Hyunjin informed him.
“Cool,” Felix nodded as he began lacing his skates.
“So…” Hyunjin trailed off as he sat beside Felix. “Want to go?”
Felix turned to him, sure he must have misheard. “What?”
“Do you want to go to get sushi tomorrow after your competition?” he repeated.
He hadn’t misheard…
“That’s a long drive for you to make just to get sushi,” Felix pointed out.
“Maybe I’ll stop by and watch your routine first,” Hyunjin offered shyly.
Felix could feel his ears turning red, and he turned back to his skates before answering, “Why would you want to do that?”
“Every princess needs an escort,” he teased before adding, “And because I want to see what you’ve been working on.”
Felix inhaled deeply and looked up, gazing into Hyunjin’s warm eyes that were adoring rather than their usual teasing tone. He breathed a soft, “Okay,” which made Hyunjin’s whole face light up.
“Okay,” Hyunjin smiled. “So I’ll pick you up at 7.”
“You want to drive us?”
“Of course,” he said before standing. It was then that Felix realized he hadn’t brought his gear.
“Hey!” Felix called, standing to chase after him in his practice blades. “You don’t know where I live.”
“My number is on your cup,” he grinned before leaving the rink.
Felix turned the cup and spotted the number…
“He’s good,” Felix smiled to himself before taking a sip and heading back to the ice for his last practice.
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Felix woke up at 6 to do some basic stretches and to check that his bag was properly packed. He always panicked he’d forget something, but his competition skates, practice skaters, uniform, and water bottle were all ready to go.
He zipped it shut and threw on his joggers and a sweater before stopping in front of his mirror…
He suddenly realized that he was going on a date… a real date at a restaurant on the beach. He couldn’t wear joggers on a date…
He snatched a pair of jeans from his drawer and squeezed them into his already full bag just as his phone dinged.
Here
Felix’s heart fluttered, and he hurried downstairs, spotting Hyunjin’s car right away.
“Good morning,” Felix told him, his voice sounding unlike his own… it was too cheerful.
“Good morning,” Hyunjin smiled, noticing how positive he was today.
“Cocoa?” Felix asked when he spotted a cup in his cup holder.
“Of course,” he laughed. “But this time I also brought donuts,” he grinned as he presented a bag.
“Yum,” Felix told him as he looked in the bag, searching for a regular glazed. He spotted it and took his first delightful bite.
“So,” Hyunjin began as he started to drive. “Are you nervous?”
Felix shook his head and swallowed his bite, “No. I love to perform.”
“Ahh,” Hyunjin smirked. “So you do like to be looked at?”
Felix blushed and took a sip of cocoa. “Only when I’m performing,” he began, reminiscing about the shows that had passed. “I like my hard work being seen and praised.”
“You like to be praised?” he teased. “Noted.”
“I like when the room goes quiet before an anticipated jump, and the nerves right before the podium announcements.”
“Me too,” he agreed, which made Felix look over in surprise. “I know you think I’m some half-wit hockey player who has too many teeth to be good, but I was good before my knee injury. I’d been drafted to a professional team that released me from my contract the minute I couldn’t play.”
“Hyunjin…” Felix whispered in shame. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m trying to rehabilitate myself… to get back to the level I was at… the level you’re at… but it’s taking longer than I had planned,” he explained.
“God I’m such an asshole…” Felix muttered apologetically.
“No… you’re just dedicated to your craft,” Hyunjin excused for him. “So am I.”
“I could’ve been nicer,” Felix frowned.
“Hey,” Hyunjin shrugged. “You didn’t know.”
“Exactly,” Felix huffed. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know and I judged you right away. If that’s not an asshome I don’t know what is…”
“Maybe a guy who spills cocoa on someone’s shirt after stealing their rink time,” he interjected. “We were both assholes. We both had our reasons.”
Felix sighed and sat back in the chair. “So what was yours?”
“What was my what?” Hyunjin asked while taking a bite of a donut.
“Well, my reason for being an asshole is my self-centeredness that I’m the only person who could possibly have a valid reason to skate. What was your reason?”
Hyunjin was blushing now, and his hand tightened around the steering wheel. “It’s a nice day out,” he said, changing the subject. “A perfect amount of cold, and no snow today,” he added.
“Hyunjin…come on. I told you mine,” Felix complained.
Hyunjin sighed and said, “A crush. I was an asshole because I had a crush and never learned how to deal with it beyond the first grade when you pull their hair.”
“A crush?” Felix repeated, his heart aching at the sight of Hyunjin, who was usually so tall, shrinking into his chair in embarrassment.
“I went to the rink one day and saw you skating. You looked so insanely concentrated and yet beautiful at the same time. I signed up for the time before yours just hoping to run into you… and then I thought it was fun how annoyed you were when you thought I was eating into your time, so I decided to steal more of it,” he sighed. “God I’m stupid. Maybe you were right about hockey players being dumb. This is so childish and…”
Felix found himself leaning over the console and kissing Hyunjin’s cheek. He didn’t know what made him do it, but he knew it felt right. Hyunjin stopped rambling and glanced over at him, his cheek glowing pink.
“It was childish,” Felix agreed. “But…”
“There’s a but?” Hyunjin smiled, looking so light and happy.
“But…” Felix began again. “I’m glad you did it. That day you didn’t show up…” Felix shook his head as he recalled the way he’d obsessed over the door. “I couldn’t concentrate. I kept wishing you’d just walk in the door so we could fight some more.”
“Really?” Hyunjin asked.
“Really,” Felix assured him.
“So…” Hyunjin trailed off, “That makes today a date, yeah?”
Felix smiled and leaned back in his chair, “Yeah.”
“You know… they say it’s rude to show off on a first date,” he teased.
Felix laughed and couldn’t help but look at him, “Good thing I never said I wasn’t rude.”
Hyunjin just smiled and parked the car. Felix hopped out and was just about to collect his gear when Hyunjin stopped him. “An ice princess never carried their own gear.”
Felix just shook his head and let Hyunjin do the heavy lifting. He made a big show of grunting and walking with a hunch back as if his own hockey bag didn’t weigh double his figure skating things.
Felix signed in and Hyunjin just stared at him, still a little surprised he’d managed to invite himself along. Felix turned to him, the light from the window catching his blonde hair and making it glow gold so that he looked like an angel.
“I like your hair like that,” Hyunjin said.
Felix was confused about what he meant, and he reached his hand to his hair, running his fingers through it before realizing he’d forgotten one thing… his lucky ribbon.
“Oh no,” Felix gasped, tears already brimming in his eyes. He tore open the bag on Hyunjin’s shoulder and started taking everything out.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Hyunjin asked as he set the bag down so Felix could more easily go through it.
“My ribbon,” he mumbled, his whole body tense with stress and nerves…it was unfamiliar. He never felt nervous.
“Maybe you put it in a side pocket,” Hyunjin suggested.
Felix opened the zippers but deep down he knew… It was back at home.
“I’ve never performed without it,” Felix explained in a shaky voice. “It was my mom’s, and she gave it to me right before my first competition. I can’t perform without it.”
Hyunjin dropped to his knees to place a supportive hand on Felix’s back. “Yes, you can,” he assured him. “Your skills don’t come from the ribbon. They come from hours and hours of practice and obsession. You’ve got this.”
“It’s not about skills… It’s just…I like having a piece of her.”
Hyunjin nodded understandably and suddenly reached up to untie the red ribbon from his hair before offering it to Felix. Felix stared at it, the ache in his chest fading away.
“I know it’s not the same,” Hyunjin said. “But I only started wearing it when I saw yours… so in a way, your mom is the reason I wear one too.”
Felix took it, clutching it tightly in his hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“Now…” Hyunjin brushed his thumb across Felix’s cheek. “Let’s pack your bag up again, and I’ll see you out there.”
“I’m last to perform,” Felix told him. “If you want to leave and come back you can.”
“Nah,” he shrugged. “You might need me.”
“Oh, I might need you?” Felix joked.
“That, or you’ll commit a Tanya Harding and need a getaway driver. Either way, I’m staying.”
“Thanks,” Felix muttered again before zipping his bag shut. “I’ll meet you after,” he told him.
“I’ll be the one with the ‘Let’s Go Princess’ sign,” he joked.
Felix rolled his eyes, hoping he was teasing, and headed off to the practice ice.
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Felix sat anxiously on the little red couch awaiting his scores. He’d gone last, so he knew exactly what he wanted to see… anything over 200.
He glanced at Hyunjin in the stands who had his fingers crossed and a nervous smile. “And Lee Felix received a 20…”
Felix didn’t hear the last number. It didn’t matter. He had won.
He jumped up and hugged his coach before jumping back onto the ice to do his victory lap. Everyone threw roses onto the ice, and he bowed and picked one up, waving to the crowd with his other hand.
The medals were given out and he stood tall, proud that his hard work had paid off.
Hyunjin was waiting in the dressing room for him, having bribed his coach for access.
Felix felt relieved to see him…relieved that he had won. He dropped his skates and ran towards him, unsure if a hug or a jump was even appropriate, but finding himself doing both anyway.
Hyunjin caught him, and laughed, “Congratulations,” into his chest.
“God I love winning,” Felix breathed as Hyunjin set him back down. “And now I get to go to Nationals and do an even better routine,” he said as he pressed his finger to Hyunjin’s chest playfully. “So you better not steal my rink time.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” he laughed and reached for Felix’s waist, pulling him closer.
Felix pressed his hands to Hyunjin’s chest, feeling his heart pound beneath his palm as his own heart sped away.
“I should’ve dressed nicer to take out the champion,” Hyunjin hummed, his rosy lips curling into a smile.
“You look perfect,” Felix complimented before tucking a strand of Hyunjn’s hair behind his ear.
“Yeah?” Hyunjin asked.
“Yeah,” Felix confirmed as he eyed the distance between them, wishing he could close it.
“You look beautiful,” Hyunjin told him, recalling something Felix said earlier about liking praise.
“Thanks,” Felix blushed adorably, hiding his face a little.
“God you’re cute,” Hyunjin blurted out. Felix was just acting so soft that he couldn’t help but say it. He’d never seen him behave like this.
“Cute enough to kiss?” Felix begged. It was all he’d wanted since he’d seen his scores.
“Definitely, princess,” Hyunjin breathed before leaning closer.
Felix tilted his head and waited as Hyunjin cupped his cheek and brushed his skin flushed from the ice. When their lips finally touched, all of the tension in his body released.
The ache in his muscles from the hours of practice…the nerves from waiting to hear his scores…the anger that he’d lost two hours of practice… it all disappeared.
In its place, a warm buzz illuminated inside him, and he let out a little moan, which only made Hyunjin pull him closer.
imagine... felix's girl having a voice kink, and she loves listening to his voice. whenever he's talking she's like "omg... how did i even pull him, he's so woooow..." and he's like "babe, are you even listening??" his voice is just so mesmerising and hot and easy to get lost in✨✨
(totally not me-coded with that voice thingy with him, totally not, i dunno what you mean)
have a lovely day, pooks, can't wait to see you on saturday😌
Hi love🫶🏼 can't wait to see you on Saturday too~ hope ya like it- writing this after your other Felix request. So it's still 1:30 am. Hope my brain is still functioning💃🏼
Pairing: Lee Yongbok Felix x gn!reader
a/n: dividers by @cafekitsune
Lix's voice-? Hallelujah. You'll be standing next to him in the kitchen, making dinner, listening to him talking about his day at practice and what happened during recording. And you're listening. But not to his words. You're just humming to those.
You're listing to his voice.
He's using his deep voice. And it's making you melt. You're brain is fuzzy. You're thinking nothing but 'his voice, his voice, his voice, his voice-' and what it does to you.
You can feel your arousal. You try to hide to actually listen to his words, when you realize he stopped talking. He's now behind you. Hands on your hips.
"Are you even listening, Jagi?"
You nod. Weakly. But you do.
"Then what did I say?"
You hesitate because both of you know that you heard nothing he said. His hands move onto your butt. Squeezing it and leaning closer to you, his breath against your neck now. He starts kissing it while whispering about how he needs to punish you. For being a bad girl. For not listening. And fuck... his accent makes everything 10x stronger...
Your breath hitches and he turns your head to face him. His eyes full of lust and knowing. He knows what his voice does to you. Especially in his deep voice.
By the end of it? Dinner was burned, you were spent, Felix was panting and grinning, the kitchen was messy and you ended up ordering food before getting ready for bed and then having round two, because Felix is irresistible and you just have to have him twice to be satisfied<3
Summary: After their first night together, she couldn’t stop desperately craving a second round with her boyfriend and his best friend. But while she tried to beg them to have their way with her again, they already had a plan for her.
Warnings: OKAY let‘s see….. Anal (Hyunlix), Double Penetration, Felix being a Pussy Eater again and yea…. everything sex related i fear…..
Enjoy 🙂↕️
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She woke up nestled between two gorgeous men, her body warm and tangled in the sheets. For a moment, she lay still, her mind hazy—until the memories of last night crashed over her all at once. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she was too exhausted to process any of it. Her limbs felt heavy, her body deliciously sore.
The next time she stirred, the bed was empty. The warmth of their bodies had faded, leaving only the faint scent of them lingering on the sheets. With a quiet sigh, she pushed herself up, stretching despite the ache in her legs.
By the time she made it to the kitchen, dressed but still drained, her muscles protested every step. A slow burn, a deep ache—evidence of exactly what had happened.
Changbin was the only one there, He glanced up as she walked in, the corner of his lips twitching.
“Morning… Rough night?”
Her face burned instantly.
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As she walked down the street toward his workplace, the cool evening air did little to soothe the warmth simmering under her skin. She waved at the security guard with a soft smile.
“Good evening, Miss Y/N. Felix is in the dance practice room.”
She nodded in thanks and stepped into the elevator, carefully balancing the tray of drinks in her hands. The smooth hum of the lift did nothing to quiet her racing thoughts. The moment she stepped into the practice room, the lively energy of the group washed over her.
“Wow, look at you. Felix, your girlfriend is an angel,” Seungmin called out the second he spotted his favorite coffee shop logo on one of the cups.
“Please, someone help me before I drop everything,” she laughed, only now realizing just how exhausting it was to carry them all.
The boys immediately stopped what they were doing, reaching for the drinks without hesitation. Felix pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before taking his cup, the warmth of his lips lingering for a second longer than necessary.
“Felix, no way you made your girlfriend come all the way here just to bring us coffee,” Bang Chan teased. “That is very un-boyfriend-like behavior.”
“Yo, I just told her we were practicing. That was her own will,” Felix defended, his voice light with amusement.
But she wasn’t listening.
Her eyes had wandered—unbidden, instinctual—toward Hyunjin. He was standing slightly apart from the others, his body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, the tank top clinging to his frame like it had been made just for him. Muscles sculpted with an almost ridiculous perfection, every flex, every shift of his body an unintentional display of raw beauty.
He noticed her staring. And he looked right back.
A slow, knowing smirk played at the edges of his lips.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and she quickly shifted her gaze back to Felix—only to find him already watching her. His expression unreadable, but his eyes dark, knowing. The air in the room changed, something unsaid passing between the three of them.
Lee Know, sensing the shift, leaned in toward Bang Chan.
“Hyung,” he muttered, “maybe shut up for a second.”
And just like that, her face burned.
She sank into the sofa, crossing her legs tightly as she watched them. The boys had returned to their practice, sweat glistening on their skin, muscles flexing with every sharp movement. She tried—God, she tried—to ignore the way Hyunjin had just looked at her.
But the heat between her thighs made it impossible.
They spent too much time together, moving in sync both on and off the stage. Sometimes, they even seemed to speak in a language only they understood.
A treacherous thought crept into her mind. Had they fucked behind her back?
The idea made her thighs clench. The night hadn’t been that long ago, but with how comfortable they were around each other, how easily they touched, how effortlessly they existed in each other’s space… It could have happened.
She bit her lip, looking up just in time to see Felix and Hyunjin exchange a high-five. The sound of their palms meeting sent a shockwave through her body—her mind throwing her straight back into that night.
The way they had ruined her together.
A quiet whimper almost slipped from her lips, but she swallowed it down. Fuck, she was so worked up.
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Later that night, she tossed and turned in Felix’s bed, the sheets cool against her feverish skin. She squeezed her thighs together, but it did nothing—nothing to ease the ache, nothing to replace the way they had both felt inside her.
The sound of running water stopped, and a few moments later, Felix stepped into the room, towel slung low around his hips. His damp hair dripped onto his shoulders, droplets sliding down his sculpted chest. He barely made it two steps before noticing the way she was staring at him.
He smirked. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”
She pushed herself up on her elbows, her breath unsteady.
“I need you two to fuck me dumb again.”
Felix’s smirk faded. His eyes darkened, jaw ticking as he exhaled through his nose. A slow, knowing chuckle left his lips as he stalked toward her, the air between them thick with heat.
“Oh?” He tilted her chin up, thumb ghosting over her parted lips. “You miss the way he touched you?”
She nodded, barely able to breathe.
His thumb pressed against her lower lip, slipping inside just slightly. “Then I guess we’ll have to call him, won’t we?”
She sucked on his thumb, her lips warm and soft around it, tongue swirling just enough to make it obscene. She knew exactly what she was doing—how much Felix liked watching her like this, pliant and eager, her big eyes looking up at him like she’d do anything for him.
But instead of rewarding her, he sighed. A slow, deliberate sound.
Then, he pulled his thumb from her mouth with a wet pop and wiped the glistening sheen of spit against her flushed cheek.
“No.”
Her stomach dropped.
He tilted her chin up between his fingers, his voice calm, almost pitying. “I spoil you too much, sweetheart.”
She swallowed hard.
“You’re just a little spoiled girl, always begging to be stuffed full without even earning it.”
Her thighs clenched together instinctively, the sharp rejection making the heat between them ache even more.
“Felix… please—”
“No.” He cut her off, voice firm. “Why would you deserve it?”
She stared up at him, her nails digging into the sheets. He loved this. Loved making her squirm, watching her melt into desperation.
She shifted forward on the bed, crawling toward him on her knees. Her nightgown was barely anything, thin and delicate, the lace tracing over her curves. It had ridden up, exposing her bare thighs, and her nipples pressed stiff against the fabric, aching for attention.
Felix ignored it.
The towel slipped from his waist as he reached for his boxers, leaving him completely bare for a few seconds. And god, fuck, she couldn’t look away.
His body was carved perfection—toned, sweat-kissed from the heat of the shower. And between his thighs, his cock hung heavy, thick, and teasingly out of reach.
She swallowed hard, her mouth going dry.
She barely realized she had leaned forward, staring shamelessly, her breath coming faster. The ache between her legs was unbearable now, her body desperate, skin too hot, too sensitive.
“Lixie, please,” she whimpered, shifting even closer. “I’ll be so good…”
Felix finally pulled his boxers on, raising an eyebrow as he climbed onto the bed.
“Oh?” He tilted his head, voice laced with amusement. “And why should I believe that?”
“Because I will do anything,” she whispered. “Anything you want. I just—” She exhaled shakily. “I just need you. Please.”
For a second, she thought she had won—thought he’d finally give in.
Then, he smirked.
And laid back against the pillows, stretching out comfortably, completely unbothered by the way she was practically begging at this point.
“Maybe,” he mused, “you should ask Hyunjin what he thinks about it.”
Her breath hitched.
Her whole body stiffened. “W-what?”
Felix smirked at the stunned expression on her face. “You heard me.”
Then, he reached over to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
She sat there, still kneeling on the bed, heat burning under her skin, her heart pounding against her ribs.
How the fuck was she supposed to ask Hyunjin?
Should she… seduce him?
The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, making her thighs squeeze together instinctively.
Would he let her? Would he make her work for it the way Felix did? Or would he take control the second she so much as looked at him the wrong way?
She swallowed, fingers curling into the sheets.
She might have been spoiled.
But she wasn’t patient.
And if Felix wasn’t going to give her what she wanted… she would find another way to get it.
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The dorm was quiet, the kind of stillness that only settled deep into the night. Most of the members were asleep, and Felix… well, he was still ignoring her on the second night.
She couldn’t sleep.
She needed to do something.
So she slid out of bed, slipping one of Felix’s oversized shirts over her body, barely bothering with shorts underneath. It was just the dorm, after all. And if she happened to run into Hyunjin?
Maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.
She padded into the kitchen, her bare feet light against the cool floor. The fridge hummed softly as she opened it, grabbing a bottle of water—only to freeze when she heard a voice behind her.
“Can’t sleep?”
Her pulse jumped.
She turned, the dim kitchen light casting long shadows over the tall figure standing in the doorway. Hyunjin. His hair was damp, strands curling slightly at the ends, and he was shirtless, just a loose pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
Oh.
She licked her lips, gripping the cold bottle tighter. “Yeah.” Her voice came out softer than she intended. “You?”
Hyunjin shrugged, stepping inside. “I was sketching. Needed a break.”
She swallowed, watching as he moved closer.
He smelled clean—like body wash and something distinctly him, warm and slightly musky. And when he leaned against the counter beside her, his arm nearly brushing hers, the heat between them became impossible to ignore.
Perfect.
She turned toward him slightly, shifting her weight just enough for the oversized shirt to slip down her shoulder, exposing a hint of smooth skin.
“You work too hard,” she murmured, taking a slow sip of water. “You should let yourself relax more.”
Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh. “And how do you suggest I do that?”
She tilted her head, her fingers tracing idly over the condensation on the bottle.
“I could help,” she said, letting the words linger between them.
Hyunjin’s gaze flickered, his jaw tightening just slightly.
Oh, she had his attention now.
It hit her all at once.
The way Hyunjin leaned back against the counter, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled in that lazy, knowing smirk. The way he didn’t look surprised at all by how she was acting—by how desperate she was, shifting on her feet, heat crawling under her skin.
Felix had planned this.
They were both in on it.
She really was too spoiled.
Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if he pitied her. “Tsk. You just don’t learn, do you?”
She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together. “I—”
“Shh.”
Before she could answer, his hand dropped down to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them lower just enough to tease her with the sharp lines of his hips.
Her breath hitched.
Then, he palmed himself lazily over the fabric, fingers wrapping around his length, pressing just enough to make the shape of it obvious. “Is this what you want?”
A soft, broken whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it.
She was too worked up, too far gone, too fucking needy to play it cool. Her entire body felt like it was pulsing, heat radiating from her core, making her skin feel sensitive, restless, desperate.
Hyunjin chuckled, slow and low.
“Ask for it nicely, sweetheart,” he murmured. His fingers tightened around himself just slightly, stroking once, slow and deliberate, enough to make himself twitch under the fabric.
She bit her lip so hard it nearly hurt.
She wanted to drop to her knees right then and there, wanted to press her lips to the growing outline in his sweats, wanted to show him exactly how much she needed this.
Her mouth opened—ready to beg, ready to say anything.
And then—
Hyunjin sighed dramatically, letting go of himself, his hand dropping back to his side.
“Ugh, I’m so tired.” He stretched his arms over his head, yawning like he hadn’t just had her on the verge of losing her mind. “Goodnight.”
Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and walked off, disappearing down the hallway toward his room.
She stood there, frozen in place, her body screaming in frustration.
Her fists clenched at her sides. “Fuck you,” she muttered under her breath.
From down the hall, she heard him chuckle. “You wish.”
She cursed again, then turned toward Felix’s room, where she knew he was still awake, probably smirking to himself just like Hyunjin had been.
They were going to fucking kill her.
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Her body wasn’t letting it go.
Even after she’d stormed back to Felix’s room, dropping onto his bed in a frustrated mess, she still felt hot, still felt restless. It was unbearable—the way her skin tingled, the way every little movement made her painfully aware of how empty she was. Felix wasn‘t in the Bed… probably on the toilet…..
Hyunjin’s teasing had pushed her too far.
Felix’s rejection had left her wound up too tight.
She buried her face into the pillow, letting out a muffled whine. They can’t do this to me.
They had left her like this—knowing how desperate she was, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep, knowing exactly what she would end up doing.
Maybe that was part of their plan, too.
She turned on her Back.
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, hips shifting, searching for relief. The feeling wasn’t enough. Not even close.
Her fingers trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.
A sharp breath left her at the first touch—her own warmth, her own slick betraying just how much she needed it. She let her legs fall open, breath hitching as she stroked slow, teasing herself the way they should have been doing.
Her mind spiraled, flashing back to Hyunjin’s fingers wrapped around himself, the way he had stroked so slowly, the lazy amusement in his voice as he told her to ask nicely.
Felix’s voice from earlier echoed in her head. Maybe you should ask Hyunjin what he thinks of it.
Her stomach clenched.
What would Hyunjin do if he saw her like this—legs spread, back arching against the sheets, her fingers drenched with her own need? Would he call her pathetic? Tell her she was proving their point?
She swallowed hard, whimpering softly as she sped up, fingers circling exactly where she needed them most.
Her body tightened, the pleasure building higher, hotter—almost there, almost—
The door creaked open.
She froze.
Her breath caught in her throat, heart slamming against her ribs. She barely had time to yank the blanket over herself before she heard it—
A quiet, amused hum.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
Felix.
Her stomach dropped.
Her head snapped up to see him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn’t even trying to hide the smirk on his lips, the glint in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
“I leave you alone for five minutes and you can’t even behave?”
She swallowed hard, gripping the sheets tighter. “I—I wasn’t—”
He raised a brow. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”
Her body was still thrumming with need, still aching, still so close. The blanket was doing nothing to hide the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, or the way her thighs had yet to close.
Felix tilted his head, stepping inside.
“Looks like Hyunjin was right,” he murmured. “You really don’t deserve it yet.”
Her entire body flushed with heat. “Felix—”
“Mm-mm.” He reached down, taking the edge of the blanket between his fingers. “You want to touch yourself like a needy little thing? Go ahead.”
Then, with one sharp tug, he pulled the blanket away.
Her breath hitched—completely exposed under his gaze, her hand still buried between her thighs, her skin burning with humiliation and want.
Felix just grinned.
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The next few days were hell.
For her. For the boys. For everyone.
Felix and Hyunjin had left her high and dry, and her frustration was hitting a breaking point.
She was moody, snappy, and completely unbearable.
Changbin, poor, unsuspecting Changbin, had barely asked where the salt was when she threw the entire pack at him without a word.
Lee Know, who only wanted the remote, had barely touched her shoulder when she turned to him with glassy eyes, voice cracking, “I don’t know where it is!” before she burst into tears.
The whole dorm was walking on eggshells.
And they—Felix and Hyunjin—were enjoying every second of it.
They weren’t even subtle about it.
Felix would pass by her in the kitchen, hand brushing the small of her back, lips ghosting over her temple, whispering, “Such a moody little thing, aren’t you?” before walking away like it was nothing.
Hyunjin would sit too close to her on the couch, spreading his legs wide, body heat seeping into her skin, looking at her with that knowing smirk that made her want to either strangle him or ride him right then and there.
She couldn’t take it.
She had half a mind to beg, to drop her pride and beg—but just when she was about to give up, something changed.
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She woke up in the middle of the night to the feeling of soft lips pressing along the side of her neck.
Warm. Slow. Teasing.
A breathy sigh left her lips before she even opened her eyes, her body already reacting before her mind caught up.
“Lixie?” she murmured, voice still heavy with sleep.
A low hum vibrated against her skin, but the voice that answered wasn’t Felix’s.
“Mmm… it’s Jinnie, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open.
The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow under the door.
She turned her head, blinking the sleep away, only to find Hyunjin lying beside her, his face inches from hers, his hands already palming at her breasts through the thin lace of her nightgown.
Her breath caught. “What are you—”
Hyunjin hushed her with a kiss, soft and lingering.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered against her lips. “Felix is in the bathroom.”
She should’ve pushed him away. She should’ve questioned why Felix wasn’t here. But the second he squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, a whimper escaped her lips instead.
“We didn’t punish you because you were a bad girl,” he murmured, lips trailing along her jaw. “We just wanted to hear it from you first. We wanted you to ask for it.”
She shivered beneath him, hips shifting, pressing against nothing. “I—I did—”
“Not properly.” His hand slipped lower, fingers teasing along the edge of her nightgown. “Felix had to prep himself for a second night, you know.”
Her stomach clenched at the words.
Felix. Prepping himself.
Her breath hitched. She looked up at Hyunjin. “Remember how he promised me I could fuck his ass too?”
Hyunjin’s lips curled. “Mm,” he hummed, kissing her again, swallowing the soft moan that left her lips. “And he keeps his promises.”
“Felix is in the bathroom.”
The words echoed in her head, but she barely registered them.
Not when Hyunjin’s lips were already moving down her neck.
Not when his hands were already teasing at the hem of her nightgown.
“You missed us that much, huh?” His voice was all silk and sin, low against her skin. “You’ve been such a brat these past few days… all moody, snapping at the boys…”
His fingers ghosted over her inner thigh, but never where she needed him.
She whimpered, hips shifting, trying to guide his touch lower.
Hyunjin only chuckled. “Look at you… so desperate.”
He dipped his head, lips skimming along her collarbone. “But we couldn’t just give in right away, baby. We had to be sure you wanted it again.”
His teeth scraped gently, just enough to make her squirm.
“And now?” He exhaled against her skin. “Now we’re sure.”
She gasped softly as his hand finally cupped her through her panties, rubbing slow, lazy circles that had her entire body tensing.
“Jinnie…” she whined.
“Shh.” His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, just barely teasing at her slick heat. “You’re soaking, sweetheart.”*
She shuddered. “Because you two left me like this for days.”
Hyunjin smirked, pressing his fingers against her just enough to make her ache. “Mmm… and whose fault is that?”
“Yours!”
“Wrong answer.”
He pulled his hand away completely.
“Jinnie—!”
“Shh,” he murmured again, fingers pressing against her lips instead. “You want Felix to hear you begging while he’s getting ready for me?”
Her stomach clenched at the thought, at the realization of what was happening just a few feet away.
Hyunjin smiled lazily, watching her expression shift. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”
She swallowed, her whole body burning.
“You want to go in there and see?”
She hesitated—God, she wanted to—but before she could answer, he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Too bad,” he whispered against her ear, pinning her hips down. “You have to wait your turn, baby.”
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Her wrists were bound.
Not tightly—just enough to keep her in place, to remind her who was in control.
Hyunjin had made sure of that.
She lay on her back, arms above her head, chest rising and falling in frustration. Her lace nightgown had ridden up, her wet pussy dripping, and her thighs were already trembling—because Hyunjin hadn’t stopped touching her, hadn’t stopped teasing her.
But every time she whimpered, every time she begged, he just smirked.
“You wanna be a good girl now, huh?” His voice was a slow drawl as he trailed his fingers along her inner thighs, stopping just before she got what she needed.
She bucked her hips, desperate for anything. “Jinnie, please—”
“Shh.” He leaned down, lips brushing against her ear. “You don’t get to make demands. Not after the way you’ve been acting.”
She wanted to snap at him, tell him how unfair this was, but her words were cut off by the sound of the door opening.
Felix had finally come back.
And the moment he stepped into the dimly lit room, his breath hitched at the sight in front of him.
“Well, well…” Felix’s voice was hoarse, still flushed from the time he’d spent prepping. “She’s already a mess.”
Hyunjin chuckled, shifting so he was straddling her waist, keeping her completely pinned beneath him. “She’s been a mess, Lix.” His fingers ghosted over her sensitive heat, making her jolt. “But she hasn’t earned anything yet.”
Felix tilted his head, his gaze dark, as he drank her in—her flushed skin, her parted lips, her arms restrained above her head.
“Is that so?”
Hyunjin nodded. “She’s been a little brat these past few days. Taking out all her frustration on the boys, throwing tantrums…” His fingers teased at the edge of her soaked panties. “And she still thinks she deserves to be fucked.”
Felix hummed, stepping closer. “That doesn’t sound very fair, sweetheart.”
She whined, struggling against the binds. “I wouldn’t have been frustrated if you two didn’t leave me like this for days!”
Hyunjin tsked, shaking his head. “And now you’re making excuses…”
“Jinnie—!”
“No.”* He leaned down, kissing her slowly, deeply, making her toes curl before pulling away just as suddenly. “You wanna make up for it? You’re gonna have to watch first.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”
Felix finally climbed onto the bed beside them, running his fingers lightly along her bare thigh. “That’s right, baby. You don’t get to join in yet.”
Hyunjin pressed a chaste kiss to Felix’s lips before turning back to her, his smirk widening.
“You’re gonna watch us first. And we’ll see if you’ve really learned your lesson.”
She moaned in frustration, her entire body burning as the two boys in front of her exchanged another lingering kiss—Hyunjin’s hand already moving to Felix’s waist, pulling him closer.
She shivered.
She was so screwed.
She had never seen Felix like this before.
Her breath caught as he positioned himself on all fours right in front of her, his head nestled between her thighs—close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath, but not close enough to give her anything.
“You like watching, sweetheart?” His voice was low, teasing, his dark eyes locked onto hers.
She squirmed, but her bindings didn’t let her move.
“Felix…” she whimpered.
He grinned—like he was relishing in her frustration. “Ah, but you don’t get to do anything yet.” His fingers grazed her thigh, making her body jolt. “You’re just gonna lay there and be our little audience for now.”
Behind him, Hyunjin’s hands smoothed over Felix’s waist, his fingers digging into his skin just slightly as he lined himself up.
“Relax for me, baby,” Hyunjin murmured, his tone softer, gentler—but his grip stayed firm. “You prepped well, yeah? I bet you’re gonna take me like a good boy.”
Felix shuddered, his fingers clutching at the sheets beneath him as he exhaled shakily. “Fuck, Jinnie…”
She watched, entranced, as Hyunjin pressed in slowly—his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of Felix stretching around him for the first time.
“Shit…” Hyunjin let out a shaky groan, his fingers digging deeper into Felix’s hips. “You’re so fucking tight, Lix.”
Felix whined, his back arching, his breath coming out in shudders as he adjusted to the stretch.
And she—she was losing her mind.
Every little sound Felix made, every tiny movement, every time Hyunjin praised him—it was making her body burn with need.
“That’s my good boy,” Hyunjin murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Felix’s shoulder before rolling his hips deeper. “Taking me so fucking well…”
Felix moaned, his head dropping between her thighs, his breath coming out in hot, uneven gasps against her bare skin.
She could feel everything—his heavy breaths, the way his body tensed and trembled, how Hyunjin’s movements sent small shocks through him that transferred directly to her.
“F-Fuck…” Felix whispered, before suddenly lifting his head to look at her again. His lips were parted, his pupils blown with pleasure—and he was smirking.
“Poor baby,” Felix mocked, his voice breathless, but still full of teasing cruelty. “You just have to sit there and watch, huh? Bet you’re dying to be in my place.”
She whimpered, trying to close her legs, but Felix’s hands immediately pushed them apart again.
“Ah, ah,” he scolded playfully, his nails dragging along the inside of her thigh. “You don’t get to hide from me.”
Hyunjin’s pace picked up, his grip on Felix’s waist tightening as his voice came out in husky groans. “Look at you, baby… taking me so good“
Felix gasped, his fingers curling into the sheets as his whole body shuddered.
“Jinnie—fuck—”
She could barely breathe.
Hyunjin’s movements rocked Felix against her, every slight shift making his breath hitch against her skin, sending shocks straight to her core.
She wanted to move. She wanted to touch.
But she couldn’t do anything.
And Felix knew it.
His smirk deepened, his lips grazing her thigh as he watched her suffer.
“You gonna cry, baby?” His voice was mocking, but there was a deep hunger in his gaze. “You wanted this, didn’t you? To see what it’s like when you’re not the center of attention.”
Hyunjin let out a low chuckle, his fingers digging into Felix’s waist as he snapped his hips forward. “She looks so cute when she’s desperate, doesn’t she?”
Felix moaned, his nails scratching down the sheets as his body trembled from the impact.
And she—she was soaked, her body burning, her mind spiraling from the sight in front of her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please…” she whimpered, her voice shaking, pleading. “Please let me join…”
Felix tilted his head, pretending to think.
“Hmm…” His fingers ghosted up her thigh, but never touched her where she needed. “I don’t know, baby… you were pretty mean to us this week.”
Hyunjin groaned, snapping his hips deeper, making Felix’s whole body jolt. “Mmm, Lix… I think she’s learned her lesson.”
Felix’s eyes were dark, heated, as he looked at her.
“You think so?”
Hyunjin smirked. “Maybe we should still make her beg a little more…”
Felix chuckled, his breath hot against her skin.
“What do you think, sweetheart? You willing to beg for it?”
She was desperate. She’d never felt so frustrated, so needy—watching, feeling, hearing everything but not being allowed to have it.
“Please…” Her voice was breathless, her wrists straining against the binds as she tried to reach for Felix. “Please, I need it—”
Felix smirked, still breathless himself, his lips swollen from all the kissing, his golden skin flushed under Hyunjin’s hands.
“Mmm… What do you think, Jinnie?” His voice was mocking, but his body shivered under Hyunjin’s touch. “Should we give her something?”
Hyunjin, still thrusting deep into Felix, hummed thoughtfully before leaning forward and biting the back of his neck. “Mmm, I dunno…” he murmured against Felix’s sweaty skin. “You’re still so fucking tight, baby… I’m kinda distracted.”
Felix whimpered, his fingers clenching the sheets.
But then—Hyunjin’s eyes flickered to her.
“She is looking so pretty like this though,” he mused, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips as he snapped his own forward with more force. “Maybe we should let her feel something too… but only a little.”
Felix smirked again, shifting so his face was level with her aching, throbbing heat.
“Guess I could be nice to my poor, needy girl,” he murmured before lowering his mouth onto her.
She gasped, her whole body arching as Felix’s tongue slid through her wet folds, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against her.
“Ohh, look at you,” Hyunjin groaned, eyes flickering between them as he fucked into Felix harder. “Eating her out so sweetly while taking my cock so fucking good, Lix…”
Felix moaned against her, the vibrations sending shocks up her spine.
It was too much—the sight of Felix getting ruined, Hyunjin wrecking him, while she was finally getting something—finally getting a taste of the pleasure they’d been keeping from her.
But she was still tied up. Still helpless. Still at their mercy.
And Hyunjin was relentless.
“Fuck, baby, you’re gripping me so tight,” he growled, one hand sliding down to play with Felix’s sensitive nipples, tweaking and teasing, making Felix’s moans deepen against her core. “So fucking greedy—look at you—clenching around me like you wanna milk me dry.”
Felix whined, his body trembling, his tongue flicking harder against her just from the sheer pleasure of being fucked so good.
Her breath hitched. “Felix—fuck—”
She was so close, her body burning, her hands tugging uselessly at the restraints.
Hyunjin, noticing, chuckled breathlessly. “You wanna touch him that bad, sweetheart?” He leaned down, pressing kisses between Felix’s shoulder blades before whispering, “I think she’s been good enough to let her hands free… don’t you?”
Felix licked up her slit one last time before pulling away, his lips glistening, his voice husky.
“Mmm… I guess…”
He nodded, and Hyunjin untied her wrists.
Her hands flew forward immediately, grabbing onto Felix’s messy, sweat-damp hair, pulling him back into another kiss—his lips tasting like her, his moans spilling into her mouth as Hyunjin grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his back.
Felix gasped, his thighs spreading instinctively, his hair messy against the pillows as Hyunjin hovered over him again.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Hyunjin murmured, guiding himself back in, making Felix whine and arch up into the sensation. “So fucking addictive…”
Felix bit his lip, his eyes hazy, his body trembling under the weight of Hyunjin’s thrusts.
“Mmm, baby,” Hyunjin purred, fingers trailing down to toy with Felix’s nipples again, rolling them between his fingers. “So sensitive, huh? You love this, don’t you?”
Felix whimpered, his hips lifting in response.
And she—she was finally free, her hands shaking as she moved closer, pressing kisses along Felix’s jaw, her hands wandering, her body melting into his.
Felix smirked, even as his body shuddered from Hyunjin’s relentless pace.
“Mmm… you’ve been patient, sweetheart…”
Hyunjin grinned, leaning down to kiss Felix’s throat, his voice husky. “Alright, baby… time to give our girl some attention too…”
Hyunjin pulled out of Felix
“Fuck,” Hyunjin murmured, eyes flicking down to where Felix was still trembling slightly from the stretch. “You got a pretty hole, baby… looks even better stuffed full.”
Felix only smirked, still catching his breath, before grabbing her and pulling her in for a filthy, desperate kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, hungry, messy, fingers curling into her hair as if he needed to claim her all over again.
Hyunjin’s large hands gripped her waist from behind, his hot, heavy length pressing against her ass, grinding slow and deliberate.
“You know how long I’ve been thinking about this tight little pussy?” Hyunjin muttered against her ear, rubbing his tip against her, teasing, barely pressing in. “Had me up all fucking night, baby.”
She whimpered—aching, desperate—but before she could say anything, Felix was already positioning himself underneath her, guiding her over him, his tip nudging against her entrance.
“I still can’t believe this tight pussy can take both of us,” Hyunjin groaned, kissing down her neck, his teeth scraping over her pulse point as Felix slowly pushed inside her. “She was made for it, huh?”
She moaned, trembling, feeling Felix finally sink into her, stretching her in the best way.
“Mmm, fuck,” Felix groaned, hips twitching up, hands gripping her thighs, keeping her pinned against him. “Missed this pussy… she’s so fucking tight, Jinnie.”
Hyunjin chuckled, his lips ghosting over her shoulder, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her back.
“You think she’s tight now?” he murmured, lining himself up, his tip pressing in beside Felix’s cock, nudging into her at the same time. “Wait ‘til I stretch her open.”
She cried out, hands clawing at Felix’s chest, her body shaking as the familiar overwhelming fullness took over.
“Fuuuuck, there she is,” Hyunjin groaned, slowly pushing deeper, watching the way she struggled to take them both, her body clenching around them. “You feel that, baby? This is what happens when you get greedy.”
Felix gasped beneath her, his head tilting back, his lips parting. “Shit, she’s squeezing me so good…”
Hyunjin gritted his teeth, grabbing her hips as he pushed in deeper, finally bottoming out. “She can take it—she’s our good little slut, aren’t you, baby?”
She moaned brokenly, her body overwhelmed, completely at their mercy.
“Mmm, fuck—look at her, Jinnie,” Felix panted, cupping her face, his thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks. “She loves it. Always so fucking desperate to be stuffed full.”
Hyunjin smirked, pulling back only to slam back in, drawing a choked, wrecked moan from her throat.
“Oh, she’s getting off on this,” he murmured, setting a deep, steady pace, making sure she felt every inch of them both. “Look at you, baby—look how easy you take it. This pussy was made to be filled.”
Felix groaned, his hands moving to her hips, gripping her so tightly it was almost bruising. “You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered against her lips, his thrusts matching Hyunjin’s, both of them dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. “Gonna make you come so fucking hard, sweetheart.”
She was already shaking, barely holding on, her mind foggy, overwhelmed, every movement sending white-hot pleasure surging through her body.
“Come for us, baby,” Felix breathed against her lips. “Be a good girl and soak our cocks.”
And she did.
Her whole body seized up, pleasure crashing through her so violently she could barely breathe. She screamed, her walls clenching down around them both, pulling them even deeper
Hyunjin groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, but he didn’t stop—not yet.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he murmured, slowing down just enough to slip out of her. “Felix—switch with me.”
Felix’s half-lidded eyes flickered open, and he grinned.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
She barely had time to catch her breath before Hyunjin was repositioning Felix over her instead, guiding him between her legs. The thick head of Felix’s cock nudged into her slick heat again, stretching her open just as Hyunjin pressed inside Felix from behind, the blunt tip of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
Felix’s breath hitched, his whole body tensing before a broken moan escaped his lips. His head fell against her shoulder, soft blonde strands brushing against her flushed skin as his lips parted against her throat.
“F-Fuck…” he gasped, his fingers gripping her wrists, pinning them over her head. His whole body trembled, caught between the overwhelming heat of her beneath him and the thick, unrelenting stretch of Hyunjin behind him.
“Mmm, just like that, baby,” Hyunjin groaned, his large hands splayed over Felix’s hips as he thrust forward, sinking in inch by inch.
Felix let out the prettiest whimper, his body shuddering as Hyunjin bottomed out. His nails dug into Y/N’s skin, his hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure wracked through him.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, rolling his hips experimentally. “You love being filled up just as much as she does, huh?” He slid a hand up Felix’s back, pressing between his shoulder blades, arching him forward so Y/N could feel every delicious inch of him inside her. “Look at you—already falling apart, and I’ve barely even fucked you yet.”
Felix could only let out a broken whine, his body writhing between them.
“So fucking greedy,” Hyunjin murmured, grabbing a fistful of Felix’s hair and tilting his head back, forcing him to meet Y/N’s gaze. “She sees it too. Sees how fucking pretty you look getting stretched out on my cock. Doesn’t she, baby?”
“Tell her,” Hyunjin demanded, pulling back just enough before slamming forward again, making Felix cry out. “Tell her how fucking good it feels to be stuffed full like this.”
“I-It feels… so good—fuck, Hyunjin—please don’t stop,” Felix sobbed, his thighs trembling as Hyunjin set a merciless pace, thrusting into him deep and slow, making sure Felix felt every inch.
“That’s my good boy,” Hyunjin praised, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips. “Taking it so well. Letting me stretch you open, fuck you like you were made for it.”
Felix whimpered, his body shaking, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure.
Hyunjin smirked against his ear, his voice low and teasing. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna come just from getting your pretty little ass fucked?”
Felix could barely hold himself up, his cock twitching inside his Girlfriend as he let out a desperate moan.
She watched them both, her heart racing, her body still tingling from her orgasm—and yet, she still wanted more.
Felix kissed her, deep and slow, moaning into her mouth as Hyunjin fucked into him, his thrusts pushing Felix even deeper into her.
“Ohhh, fuck—” Felix moaned, gripping her hips, rolling his hips against her, his thrusts syncing with Hyunjin’s.
Hyunjin smirked, reaching around to tweak one of Felix’s nipples, making him gasp and arch.
Hyunjin started kissing Felix’s shoulder, his pace increasing, his thrusts hitting deeper. “Your ass is fucking addictive, baby.”
She was panting, aching, watching them lose themselves in each other, and it was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
“Such a pretty boy, isn’t he, sweetheart?” Hyunjin murmured, looking at her, smirking when he saw her bitten lips, her dazed eyes, her raw need.
“Mmm,” Felix hummed, grinning lazily, kissing her soft and slow.
Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before pleasure slammed into her again, harder, deeper—so overwhelming that she could only moan, her body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled, her skin burning where Felix had gripped her, where Hyunjin’s rough hands had roamed. She could still feel the aftershocks pulsing between her legs when she let out a desperate whimper.
“Pull out,” she gasped, voice raw from moaning.
Felix stilled, blinking down at her with glazed-over eyes, his lips parted in heavy breaths. Even Hyunjin, usually so composed, faltered for a second, watching her with dark, hooded eyes.
“I need to see you getting off on Hyunjin’s dick,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Felix shivered at her words, but before he could respond, Hyunjin’s hands slid up his thighs, squeezing firmly.
“Fuck, you’re such a little slut for us, aren’t you?” Hyunjin groaned, lips grazing Felix’s ear. “Getting all desperate just to watch me fuck him senseless?”
Felix let out a breathy moan as Hyunjin pulled him flush against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside him. Slowly, Hyunjin adjusted, gripping Felix’s hips and guiding him into position—his back pressed against Hyunjin’s solid chest, his legs spread wide over Hyunjin’s thighs.
“Be a gentleman, Felix,” Hyunjin murmured, amusement lacing his voice. “Do what the pretty girl with the pretty pussy wants.”
Felix whimpered as Hyunjin tilted his chin, forcing him to look at Y/N.
“Let her see how fucking wrecked you are on my cock, baby.”
Felix let out a sharp gasp at the change in angle, his head falling back against Hyunjin’s shoulder. He was completely at his mercy now.
“Shit, look at you,” Hyunjin growled, hands tightening on Felix’s waist as he lifted him. “So fucking tight—taking me so well, baby. You love this, don’t you? Love being my little fucktoy while she watches?”
Felix barely managed a nod before Hyunjin slammed him back down, making him cry out.
“Just like that,” Hyunjin praised, his voice thick with arousal. He held Felix’s thighs still, keeping him open, exposed, as he thrust up into him—deep, brutal, claiming.
Y/N could barely breathe as she watched—watched the way Felix’s body trembled, the way his cock bounced with every thrust, the way his pretty lips parted in a silent scream of pleasure.
Felix’s moans were high-pitched, desperate. “I’m— I’m gonna—”
Hyunjin smirked against his neck. “Yeah? You gonna come just from getting fucked like this?” He reached around, wrapping his fingers around Felix’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Be a good boy and make a mess for us, baby. Show her how pretty you look when I fuck you dumb.”
Felix let out a choked sob as his whole body tensed, his orgasm slamming into him so hard that he nearly collapsed. His thighs trembled violently, his breath shattering into desperate, broken moans. Hot ropes of white painted Y/N’s stomach as he shuddered in Hyunjin’s lap, overstimulated and wrecked beyond comprehension.
But Hyunjin wasn’t done with him.
Hyunjin groaned, his pace stuttering as he pushed in deep one last time, grinding into Felix, making sure he felt every thick inch buried inside him. His voice was low and wrecked, the pleasure overwhelming, his grip tightening on Felix’s hips as he spilled inside him, his body jerking with the force of it. “Taking every last drop like a good little slut, aren’t you?”
Felix could barely think, as Hyunjin held him there, grinding lazily, dragging out every last wave of pleasure. Felix whimpered, still twitching, still clenching around Hyunjin’s cock like he didn’t want to let go.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were the ragged breaths, the sticky heat of bodies trembling in the aftermath.
And then, slowly, Hyunjin pulled out.
Felix whimpered at the loss, his thighs weak, his whole body shaking. But Hyunjin wasn’t finished admiring his work. He grabbed Felix’s ass, spreading him open, his voice thick with satisfaction.
“Look at this, babe,” he murmured.
Y/N’s breath hitched as she took in the sight—Felix’s hole still stretched and fluttering, slick with Hyunjin’s release, a slow, milky trickle escaping. The heat in her stomach burned, watching the way Felix trembled under their gazes, his lips parted in exhausted bliss.
Before Felix could react, she leaned in—her tongue flicking out, catching the mess before it could spill.
Felix gasped sharply, his whole body jolting, overstimulated. His fingers twitched against Y/N’s skin, his breath hitching in disbelief.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers along Felix’s trembling thighs. “Shit, baby—watching her clean you up? You like that?” His voice was teasing, smug, fully aware of how wrecked Felix was beneath his touch.
Felix only let out a weak whimper, his mind too foggy to form words.
Hyunjin tilted his head, watching Y/N with dark amusement as she licked him clean. “Taste me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers stroking up her spine. “Tell me how good my cum tastes on your tongue.”
Y/N pulled back slightly, lips glistening, her expression slow and sultry as she met his gaze. She let her tongue flick over her lips, savoring the warmth, the musk, the saltiness that lingered.
And then, she smirked.
“So good.”
(it‘s me… the author… see what i did there ? LIFE IS SO GOOD LA LA LA LA LA)
Summary: Just Felix being unable to say no to his girlfriend.
Warnings: Phew…. Double Penetration, Lots of Sex, we also got a bit of Dick on Dick action thanks to Hyunjin and Felix, a little bit of Breeding kink…. yk a little bit of this a little bit of that….Minors DNI
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Felix had never really thought of himself as a voyeur, but maybe he was. Or maybe it was just Y/N. Maybe it was just Hyunjin.
Whenever he took his girlfriend, fucked her good, he wanted people to know. His boys, especially. Maybe it was ego, maybe it was something else, but he liked it when they heard. When they knew how she moaned, how she came apart under him. And maybe—just maybe—he liked the idea of one of them stepping in.
Hyunjin, especially.
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It started as a passing thought, just a flicker in his brain during late-night practices when he was too tired to think straight. The way Hyunjin’s lips always looked plush and wet, the way his fingers were long and delicate, the way he looked at Y/N sometimes—too fast to be caught, but Felix saw. He always saw.
Then, the night in the dorm kitchen happened.
Felix should’ve pulled away when Hyunjin walked in, should’ve at least covered her up. But he didn’t. Instead, his grip on her thighs tightened, lifting her slightly, angling her just right. He wanted Hyunjin to see. See the way Y/N took him so well, see how her body responded, how she moaned into the marble countertop, breathless and needy. And Hyunjin—he didn’t leave. He didn’t say a word. He just stared, mesmerized, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
Felix had fucked her harder after that.
Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop picturing what would’ve happened if Hyunjin had stepped closer. If he had bent down, taken one of Y/N’s nipples into his mouth, let her whimper against his tongue. If he had traced his fingers over her stomach, lower, lower, until—
Felix exhaled sharply.
Beside him, Y/N shifted. Then, she turned to him, eyes heavy with something unreadable. Felix set his phone down as she leaned in, her voice quiet but certain.
“I want to have sex with Hyunjin.”
His heart slammed against his ribs.
Fuck.
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Felix didn’t hesitate. He never did when it came to Y/N. His princess got what she wanted—always. And if she wanted Hyunjin, then that was exactly what she was going to get.
He had to be smart about it, though. Had to make sure Hyunjin knew this wasn’t some weird setup, wasn’t some test of loyalty. He could already imagine the way Hyunjin would furrow his brows, lips pressing into a tight line, searching Felix’s face for any sign of a trap.
“You’re serious?” Hyunjin had asked when Felix finally brought it up, voice low, careful.
Felix just smiled. “She wants you.”
Hyunjin scoffed, crossing his arms. “And you’re just… okay with that?”
Felix leaned in, his voice dropping. “More than okay.”
The disbelief lingered in Hyunjin’s eyes, but Felix saw the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers twitched, restless. He was thinking about it. That was enough for now.
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So Felix set it up.
Y/N deserved more than some awkward, hesitant arrangement. She deserved to be wanted, to be cherished, to feel like the center of the universe. So he made sure everything was perfect—her favorite lingerie, soft lighting, the scent of vanilla lingering in the air. And then, he sent Hyunjin a simple text:
“Come to your room.”
Hyunjin walked in first, shoulders tense, still half-expecting some kind of joke. But when he saw her, all that skepticism melted away.
She was waiting for them, sprawled across his bed like she belonged there, wrapped in delicate lace, smiling so brightly it made his chest ache. Like she was the happiest girl in the world. Because Felix had given her exactly what she wanted.
Hyunjin turned his head slightly, eyes flickering to Felix.
Felix just grinned.
“Go on,” he murmured. “She’s waiting for you.”
And fuck, if that didn’t make Hyunjin’s knees weak.
Hyunjin swallowed hard, gaze flickering between Y/N—laid out so perfectly for them—and Felix, who stood beside him, entirely at ease.
“Come here,” Felix murmured, voice smooth, knowing. He stepped forward first, crawling onto the bed like he’d done a thousand times before, settling between Y/N’s legs. His hand ran up her thigh, slow, possessive, before he turned back to Hyunjin, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Let me show you what she likes.”
Y/N let out a quiet sigh as Felix’s fingers trailed over her stomach, his touch light enough to make her shiver. “She likes it when you take your time,” he continued, voice dropping lower. His fingers brushed over the lace covering her, making her hips twitch. “She likes being touched like this first—gentle, teasing. Gets her desperate for more.”
Hyunjin exhaled sharply, but he listened. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Felix’s hands, watching Y/N’s reactions, her breath hitching, her lips parting just so.
Felix glanced at Hyunjin, eyes dark with something unreadable. Then, he reached out, grabbed Hyunjin’s wrist, and guided his hand over Y/N’s thigh. “Feel how warm she is?” Felix murmured. “She’s been waiting for you, too.”
Y/N whimpered, pressing into their touch, and Hyunjin felt like he was drowning.
Felix’s voice was right by his ear when he spoke again. “Kiss her,” he whispered. “She’s so pretty when she gets kissed.”
Hyunjin hesitated for half a second before leaning in, brushing his lips against Y/N’s. She melted into him immediately, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer. He could taste the sweetness of her lip gloss, feel the soft hum she let out against his mouth.
And then, just as Hyunjin was getting lost in her, Felix’s fingers tilted his chin.
Hyunjin barely had time to process it before Felix kissed him.
It was slow, deliberate, a test—but also not. Felix kissed like he did everything else, confident and easy, like he already knew Hyunjin would kiss him back.
And fuck—he did.
The air in the room shifted, heavier now, hotter. Y/N whimpered between them, watching with wide, eager eyes as Felix pulled back just enough to smirk.
“See?” he murmured. “Told you this is what she wanted.”
And maybe—just maybe—it was what Felix wanted too.
Felix didn’t stop.
Hyunjin was still catching his breath from that kiss, lips tingling, head spinning, but Felix was already moving. His hands ghosted over the hem of Hyunjin’s shirt, fingers brushing bare skin as he pulled it up and off. Hyunjin let him. Let Felix undress him, piece by piece, watching as Felix’s own shirt hit the floor next.
Y/N lay between them, eyes glazed with want, her hands skimming over their bodies, exploring.
Then, Felix’s hands were back on her, tracing the straps of her lingerie, playing with the delicate lace before sliding it down, baring her inch by inch. “Perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with admiration.
Hyunjin swallowed hard.
Felix noticed.
His smirk was slow, knowing. He tilted his head slightly, voice low, taunting. “You want to touch her?”
Hyunjin exhaled, shaky and uneven. His gaze flickered to Y/N’s, searching for permission—for confirmation that this wasn’t just Felix testing him.
She met his eyes, and for a second, she was so soft. So willing.
Then, without hesitation, her fingers wrapped around his wrist, delicate but firm, guiding him exactly where she wanted.
The first brush of his fingers against her made her gasp.
Her thighs twitched, back arching slightly, hips pressing closer to him on instinct. Warm. So fucking warm. Hyunjin swallowed hard, his breath coming out in a shudder as he watched his fingers disappear inside her.
Felix sat back, a quiet curse slipping from his lips. He was watching everything, chest rising and falling in short, uneven exhales, his pupils so blown they were nearly black.
Hyunjin worked her open, pushing deeper, curling his fingers just right.
Y/N moaned.
She spread her legs wider, giving them both a perfect view. And then, slowly, deliberately, she reached down with her free hand—using her own fingers to spread her pussy lips even more.
Hyunjin choked on air.
Felix nearly groaned.
“See how tight her pussy is?” Felix murmured, voice low and wrecked.
Hyunjin’s breathing stuttered. His fingers flexed inside her. His eyes flicked up to Felix, something dark and unreadable swirling in them.
“You kept that all for yourself?”
Felix chuckled, running a hand through his hair. His smirk widened, lazy and dangerous.
“Not anymore,” he murmured, shifting closer. His voice was a husky promise.
We stretch her out today.
Their smiles matched.
But Y/N—Y/N smiled the most.
Oh, this was heaven.
Hyunjin wasn’t hesitant anymore.
The second he had Y/N trembling under his fingers, once he saw the way Felix devoured every little reaction, something inside him snapped.
His grip tightened on her thigh. His other hand fisted the sheets beside her head. He wanted more.
Y/N let out a soft, surprised gasp as Hyunjin pushed her back onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. His eyes were wild, pupils dark, jaw clenched tight.
He wanted to ruin her.
Felix leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Let him, princess.”
And she did.
Hyunjin spread her wide, lining himself up, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. His grip on her thigh was firm, holding her still, keeping her open as he eased inside, stretching her inch by inch.
Her lips parted in a soundless moan.
Felix’s breathing hitched. His fingers flexed against his thighs.
Hyunjin let out a slow, shaking breath, his head dropping to her shoulder as her tight heat swallowed him whole. His jaw tightened, a deep groan breaking from his throat.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice wrecked, already breathless. “You feel so fucking good.”
Felix’s cock twitched painfully at the sight.
And then Hyunjin moved.
Deep. Slow. Deliberate.
A steady, claiming rhythm.
Y/N gasped, her back arching off the bed, nails dragging down Hyunjin’s arms. Her tiny, helpless whimpers filled the room, mixing with the slick sounds of her soaked pussy taking him so easily.
Felix couldn’t fucking look away.
The way Hyunjin fucked her, the way Y/N arched into it, the way her pretty little moans grew louder with every thrust—
He was gone.
“Felix,” Y/N moaned, reaching out blindly, her body shuddering between them. Desperate. Needy for her Boyfriend.
Hyunjin’s gaze flickered up, something dark and knowing swirling in his eyes. He saw it too—the way she ached for more.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low, husky. “She wants you.”
Felix didn’t let them ask twice.
He was on the bed in seconds, his hand sliding over her heated skin, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. His lips crashed into hers, swallowing her soft, breathy whimpers, his tongue teasing hers—hot, slick, claiming. She tasted so fucking sweet, so wrecked already, but he wanted more.
And then Hyunjin.
Felix barely had a moment to breathe before their eyes met again, their lips only a whisper apart. He could feel Hyunjin’s breath—warm, uneven —ghosting against his mouth, and suddenly, he wasn’t thinking anymore.
He just took.
Their lips collided again—this time with no hesitation, no second-guessing, no restraint.
It was Filthy.
Their tongues tangled, the kiss messy, deep, hungry, like they had been waiting for this just as much as Y/N had. Felix groaned into it, his fingers sliding lower, palming Hyunjins balls through his thrusts, feeling the way his cock buried deep inside her, the way he filled her so perfectly.
Hyunjin moaned into his mouth, the sound low and wrecked. His hips stuttered, but he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked Y/N even harder.
Rough. Deep.
Felix felt every thrust, felt the heat radiating from them both, the damp sweat clinging to their skin. He pulled back, panting, watching the way Hyunjin’s cock disappeared into Y/N’s tight, wet pussy, the way she arched into every movement, the way her lips trembled, her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure consumed her.
She loved this. She fucking loved this.
And then Hyunjin flipped her over, pressing her down onto the bed.
Positioning her just right.
“Open your mouth for Felix,” Hyunjin murmured against her ear, his breath hot, his fingers gripping her jaw—not too rough, but just enough to make her shiver.
Y/N obeyed immediately.
Lips parting. Tongue flicking out. Eyes pleading.
Felix’s cock twitched at the sight.
“Fuck,” he muttered, a deep, low growl, his fingers threading into her hair, gripping it just tight enough to make her gasp.
Hyunjin smirked behind her, one hand sliding down the curve of her back, spreading her open, watching her drip for them.
Felix exhaled shakily. “That’s my girl,” he whispered. Rough. Possessive.
And then Hyunjin thrust into her from behind, slow and deep, while Felix slipped between her lips, groaning the second the heat of her mouth wrapped around him.
They moved in sync.
Hyunjin’s thrusts rocked her forward, forcing her to take Felix deeper, her throat tightening around him as she let out a strangled moan. Felix’s fingers flexed in her hair, his head dropping back for a moment, a breathless curse spilling from his lips.
She was so Helpless. Overwhelmed. So completely theirs.
And Felix had never fucking loved anything more.
Hyunjin met his gaze over her shoulder, his smirk all mischief.
“Wanna stretch her out more?”
Felix swore under his breath, his grip tightening.
Hyunjin smirked wider. Their hands met in a quick high-five, both of them already so fucking gone, before Felix pulled away, letting Y/N catch her breath.
But she didn’t want a break.
She whimpered at the loss, soaking the sheets beneath her, shifting, needy, desperate.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly.
“Oh, baby,” he murmured, rubbing slow, teasing circles against her overstimulated clit. “You still want more?”
Y/N could barely speak, barely think—all she could do was nod.
Felix exhaled hard, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. “She’s not done until we say she’s done.”
Hyunjin’s grip on her hips tightened. “Exactly.”
Felix moved her again, effortlessly flipping her onto her back, lifting her into his lap like she weighed nothing.
Her breath hitched, completely at his mercy.
“Hi, baby,” he whispered, his voice like velvet, fingers trailing down her spine, teasing, possessive.
She smiled, still breathless, her heart pounding in her chest. “Hi, sunshine.”
Felix tucked a damp strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes drinking in her flushed skin, her kiss-bruised lips, the dazed, blissed-out look in her gaze.
God, she was so fucking beautiful like this.
“Enjoying yourself?” he murmured, lips ghosting over her cheek, his voice a slow, delicious tease.
She nodded, a soft, desperate sound escaping her lips, her thighs squeezing around his hips.
Felix smirked.
“You know I always give you what you want,” he murmured, lining himself up with her, teasing the head of his cock against her soaked, aching entrance.
“Just ask for it. You know how much i love Spoiling you”
Felix pushed inside her, slow and deliberate, groaning at the way she squeezed around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Before she could even adjust—Hyunjin.
His hands found her waist, warm, firm, grounding.
His body pressed against her back, his breath hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“Breathe, baby,” Felix whispered, his lips brushing against her temple.
And then—
Hyunjin pushed in.
Right beside him.
The stretch was unreal.
Y/N’s head fell back, a strangled moan spilling from her lips as Hyunjin eased inside, the two of them filling her so completely she could barely breathe.
Felix let out a shaky exhale, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as Hyunjin groaned, gripping her hips tighter, his fingers leaving bruises.
The way her walls squeezed them both, the wet heat surrounding them, the perfect, sinful tightness—it was almost too much.
“How do you feel, baby?” Felix asked, voice gentle, breathless, wrecked.
“Is it okay?”
Behind her, Hyunjin pressed soft, teasing kisses along her jaw, his lips barely there, his hand slipping up to cradle her throat.
Her breath hitched, her body shivering, stretched so perfectly between them.
Felix’s fingers found her clit, circling slow, deliberate, coaxing, guiding her into pure, blissful surrender.
“It’s so good,” she whispered, voice trembling. So full. So overwhelmed. So desperate for more.
Hyunjin’s gaze met Felix’s over her shoulder.
Felix smirked.
Hyunjin mirrored it.
“You take two cocks so well,” Hyunjin murmured into her ear, voice smooth, thick with admiration and lust.
A shiver ran through her.
She arched back against him, pressing into the hard, muscled tones of his chest.
His arms tightened around her, securing her, owning her, holding her in place as they both pulsed deep inside her.
And then—his lips were on hers.
Plush. Warm. Needy.
A kiss that sent her spinning.
Felix took his time with her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, his lips tracing over her throat, worshipping every inch of her.
They stayed buried inside her, letting her adjust.
But she was ready for more.
And they knew it.
When they started moving, Y/N swore she was on cloud nine.
The stretch—blissful torture.
A deep, delicious burn that made every thrust more intense, made her head spin, made her body tremble.
She was so fucking full.
Two thick, hard cocks, moving inside her, claiming her, fucking her open.
Hyunjin moaned, low, wrecked, ruined at the way she clenched around them.
Felix cursed under his breath, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her down onto them both, forcing her to take every inch.
The friction was filthy.
She could feel them, not just inside her but against each other, their cocks rubbing eachother, sending electric shocks of pleasure through all of them.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering slightly. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure.
Y/N’s nails dug into one of their arms—she didn’t even know whose.
Felix’s voice was in her ear, soft, breathless, hypnotic.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. “Taking both of us like a perfect little slut.”
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
“So tight for us, princess. You’re dripping.”
And then, Felix grabbed Hyunjin by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss over her shoulder. Messy, desperate. Tongues sliding together, Felix sucking on Hyunjin’s bottom lip like he was starved for it.
“The way your dick presses against mine is so fucking hot, Jinnie,” Felix groaned.
Hyunjin chuckled darkly, breathless. “Mhm… and this is the best pussy I’ve ever had. You’re a really good friend, Lix.”
Felix let out a breathless laugh—until Y/N shifted between them, so needy.
“Oh, look at her,” Felix cooed, a teasing edge to his voice. “We’re not giving her enough attention.”
“Sorry, princess,” Hyunjin smirked.
Their hips snapped forward in sync, harder, deeper, filling her over and over until she was nothing but moans and trembling limbs. Their hands and mouths were everywhere—hot lips dragging down her throat, rough palms gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Completely surrounded. Completely taken.
She came harder than she ever had before. A cry tearing from her throat, body shaking, completely undone.
The pleasure was so overwhelming that she barely registered the way Hyunjin and Felix groaned in sync, her orgasm clenching around them, drawing them deeper into her. They had to have been heard. The entire dorm probably knew what was happening by now, but none of them cared.
The men pulled out, leaving her trembling, her body still spasming from the aftershocks. Hyunjin laid her on her back gently, pressing soft kisses to her damp forehead before pushing back inside her, sliding in so easily through the mess they had made.
Felix followed, stretching her out all over again.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, thrusting in tandem, driving her into another wave of overstimulation that had her eyes rolling back, her lips parted in helpless moans. It was too much, but it was perfect.
Her fucked-out state only made them more desperate—her messy hair, the deep red marks littering her soft skin, her parted lips glistening with drool. She looked ruined, and they were responsible.
And they wanted more.
When Y/N came again, they both lost it.
Hyunjin let out a deep, guttural groan, his body trembling, his grip on her tightening as if he was trying to hold himself together.
Felix bit his lip, his whole body shuddering, a choked, wrecked moan slipping from his throat.
But in the heat of the moment, their lips met again and somehow, both of them slipped out.
Y/N barely had time to process it before she saw the sight in front of her.
Felix and Hyunjin, lost in each other.
Hyunjin’s hands roamed greedily down Felix’s back, gripping his ass, squeezing, spreading him open, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin.
Felix gasped into Hyunjin’s mouth, his hips rolling forward, their leaking, rock-hard cocks rubbing together.
Y/N’s breath hitched.
Her pussy was still pulsing, loose and aching, but all she could do was watch, mesmerized, entranced, utterly ruined by the sight.
Hyunjin wasn’t gentle.
He grabbed Felix’s hips, pulling him closer, grinding against him, their cocks sliding against each other, throbbing, dripping, needy.
Felix moaned into his mouth, his fingers tangling in Hyunjin’s hair, tugging, making Hyunjin groan, making him push harder, rut against him like he needed to crawl inside him.
Felix’s hands slid lower, gripping Hyunjin’s ass in return, pulling him in, pressing their bodies together even tighter, until every inch of them was aligned, until they could feel each other’s heat, each other’s need.
Felix’s fingers trailed over Hyunjin’s nipples, teasing, pinching, making the other man gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily.
“You like that? Wanna fuck my ass someday too ?” he murmured, dragging his tongue along Hyunjin’s jaw, his throat, tasting the sweat on his skin.
Hyunjin just groaned a quiet yes, his fingers digging into Felix’s back, nails leaving faint red lines.
Y/N let out a soft, desperate moan.
This was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
Felix and Hyunjin panting against each other’s mouths, rubbing against each other, fucking against each other, hands roaming, tongues tangled, grinding and moaning like they couldn’t get enough.
Hyunjin’s forehead dropped against Felix’s, his breath ragged, uneven.
“I’m so close,” he gasped, his voice breaking, wrecked.
Felix nodded quickly, his hips still rolling, chasing friction.
“Me too—fuck,” he choked out, his cock twitching against Hyunjin’s, so fucking close to falling apart.
And then, Y/N’s voice cut through the haze.
Hoarse, desperate, wrecked beyond belief.
“Inside me.”
Both of them froze.
Felix’s gaze snapped to hers.
Hyunjin’s fingers tightened on Felix’s skin.
They didn’t need to be told twice.
They turned their attention back to her, both pushing inside her at the same time, their cocks sliding in so easily, her pussy still greedy for more. The overstimulation made her whimper, and they groaned in sync, finally giving in.
Hyunjin shuddered, his breath hot against her skin, as he came deep inside her, Felix following moments after, moaning as he spilled into her alongside Hyunjin.
The thought of it—being so full, so completely claimed by them—made Y/N smile in satisfaction, her body utterly spent.
“Imagine if she gets knocked up by one of us,” Hyunjin murmured, still panting, his voice laced with laziness and amusement.
Y/N only hummed sleepily at the thought of their cum breeding her—not even knowing which one of them it would be.
With all of their energy drained, none of them moved. They simply stayed buried inside her, keeping her warm, adjusting so she lay comfortably between them. Their bodies pressed close, their arms wrapped around her protectively, sweat and heat mixing as they held each other.
Felix traced soft circles over Hyunjin’s arm, his other hand resting on Y/N’s stomach, possessively, tenderly.
“On a scale from one to ten, how happy are you right now?” Felix asked, his voice drowsy but warm.
Y/N barely had the strength to answer, but she smiled sleepily at Hyunjin before whispering, “Twenty.”
Hyunjin chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You cute girl.”
But she was already asleep, safe and cherished in their arms.
𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞 - hwang hyunjin x lee felix x fem!reader
wc: 4.2k
cw: SMUT MDNI. friends with benefits threesome situation, boy x boy action
synopsis: you have a friends with benefits situation with your best friend, felix, but when you confide in him about wanting to fuck one of your other friends, it ends better than you could’ve ever hoped.
a/n: so… its not exactly poly (it does have boyxboy and boyxgirl) but heres a hyunlix threesome i wrote a while back <3 this was never gonna see the light of day unless i posted it here
sw: oral (m&f rec), boy x boy & boy x girl, threesome, use of red wine during sex, dirty talk, d/s dynamics?
Hyunjin chuckled from the front seat, making you blush. You draped your legs over Felix’s leather-clad lap as the car engine started and you all began to leave the premises. You were leaving a club to fuck two of your best friends. Having fucked Felix before, you felt comfortable with him - but you’d confided in him that you wanted to fuck Hyunjin, too. You had a feeling he’d informed Hyunjin of this fantasy. “So… you both… at the same time?”
Felix’s small hand began to rub up the length of your leg soothingly. It was Hyunjin who responded to you. “If you’re okay with that, darling. I’d love nothing more than to see you both lost in pleasure. I bet you look so fucking pretty.”
It was Felix’s turn to blush this time, and he leaned over to press his lips against yours to hide his embarrassment. You immediately fell into the kiss, fingers moving to his hair as he pulled you onto his lap. You’d both foregone seatbelts in favor of comfortability. Hyunjin hummed from the front seat, clearly watching you two through the rear view mirror.
You straddled Felix’s lap easily, legs either side of his, and met his kiss with renewed fervor. You slid your tongue into his mouth, pressing it against his to make him moan. He was eager, teeth clashing against yours now and again, and you faintly registered that you’d never seen him this passionate before. Maybe it was Hyunjin’s presence encouraging him, but his hands were gripping onto your hips with a death grip as Hyunjin continued to speed through the streets.
Felix pulled away, licking his lips at the sight of you with tousled hair and blushed cheeks. “Mmm. Jinnie, I can’t wait, can I-“
“You can touch her, Lixie,” Hyunjin encouraged. “But don’t let her cum, not yet. I want to see her face when she cums.”
You moaned, your head dropping to Felix’s neck. He kissed your cheek before his fingers went down between your legs, brushing over the thin lace of your thong. “Fuck, Jinnie, you weren’t lying, these are… princess, what is the point in these? I can feel your clit throbbing through them.”
“Touch it then.” You quipped, making Hyunjin chuckle and Felix blush. His fingers went to your clit, rubbing softly over your underwear, and your eyes shut, grinding into his touch.
Hyunjin spoke from the front again, controlling the situation. You wanted nothing more than for him to be in the back with you two, touching you, talking to you - Hell, you’d even settle for just watching him touch Felix at this point. But you had to wait. “Tell me how it feels, my darling.”
Felix’s touch sped up at his voice, his tongue licking over your lips as you whimpered.
“Not enough. ‘S not enough..”
“It’s not meant to be enough. Go faster, baby.”
You chose not to comment on the name Hyunjin chose for Felix and you also chose not to mention how Felix obeyed instantly, his index and middle finger swiping over your clothed clit rapidly. Your face scrunched up, lifting your hips to grind into Felix’s hand just a bit quicker. You wanted him to make you cum, you needed it. You knew you could cum from this, really, if he just rubbed a bit harder and really made you feel it, but it would be unsatisfying and you’d just feel even emptier afterwards.
Felix’s hand halted as you pulled into the driveway.
“What?” you whined, head falling to rest in the crook of his neck. Felix giggled, his hand moving to brush up against your back soothingly. Hyunjin, meanwhile, just opened the back door for you both and lifted you off of Felix’s lap, placing you on the floor leading you to walk inside the house. You were still barefoot, and your underwear was fucking soaking - making it even thinner, if that was possible.
Felix trailed behind like a lost puppy, shifting his tight leather trousers around to make room for his erection. Hyunjin didn’t even look affected.
Hyunjin led you inside with a firm grip on your side, turning behind him every so often to make sure Felix was still following. You had absolutely zero chance to take in the downstairs of the house because Hyunjin was already taking you upstairs to the bedroom. You padded through the house hoping that you’d get a tour another day.
You were met with dark red satin sheets and a black sheer canopy around the bed frame, a few discarded canvases around the room and the moonlight giving a glow to the room from outside another massive window. Felix made himself at home - this room, you assumed, was Hyunjin’s - throwing himself onto the bed and immediately shucking those tight trousers off so he was left in a satin shirt and cotton boxers that highlighted his length.
Hyunjin gripped your chin, making you look at him. “Darling. I need to ask you - are you sure you want us both?”
You nodded eagerly, making Hyunjin smile at you softly. “Kiss me, Jinnie. Please?”
Hyunjin leaned forward, brushing his nose against yours and making your head raise upwards. His lips just faintly brushed against yours, the plumpness making your head feel dizzy. It felt like an eternity before his hand left your chin and went to your hair, yanking your head further back and his tongue licked into your mouth before your lips even touched properly. His kiss was filthy - spit was being swapped, his tongue was darting around your mouth before his lips sucked your tongue into his own mouth. Felix moaned from the bed, making you whimper and pull Hyunjin towards you sharply.
He pushed you onto the bed, making you lie next to Felix. His lips left yours to trail kisses down your neck, biting marks into the skin to make you moan. Felix leaned up just slightly. He looked down at you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his eyes wide with lust. His eyes had been framed by simple glitter tonight, and his eyebrows were furrowed, making him look all the more submissive and malleable.
“Mm, come here, darling,” Hyunjin mused, his body leaning over you on the satin sheets. You looked up at him, confused, before his thumb pressed into your mouth and forced your jaw to open. He raised upwards, spitting down into your mouth with those plump lips and keeping his thumb in your mouth, swirling it around your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, darling. Share.”
You immediately leaned over to Felix once Hyunjin’s tongue left your mouth. You gripped Felix’s blonde locks, pulling his head down to yours, and he moaned in that deep voice as soon as Hyunjin’s spit reached his tongue from your mouth. Felix’s hand went to your jaw, keeping you in place while he took what he wanted from you, and Hyunjin moaned at the sight, one hand rubbing up your calf.
Hyunjin continued his ministrations with his lips down your body while you and Felix kissed, if you could even call it that. It was more heavy breaths and spit if anything. Hyunjin kissed down your stomach, whispering incoherently once he reached your core. You knew you were soaked as soon as he spat into your mouth, and Hyunjin moaned when you spread your legs obediently for him to fit his frame in between your thighs.
“Always looking at my fucking lips, aren’t you, darling?” You moaned at Hyunjin’s words, pulling away from Felix to nod eagerly at the man in between your legs. Felix pulled your dress up to your stomach, exposing that lace thong that had gotten Hyunjin so wound up earlier on in the night. “I think I’ll eat this pussy ‘til you cum in my mouth. How’s that sound?”
“Mm, yes, please,” you whined, making Hyunjin chuckle. He leaned down to lick one fat stripe up your clothed core, and then utterly moaned at the taste. Felix was shifting around in his spot, antsy. “Lixie, my tits, baby.”
Felix practically glowed as you said that, hair framing his face like some sort of sinful angel, shoving your dress off of your shoulders and down to the point it was just a strip of fabric across your tummy. Hyunjin’s eyes were set on you and Felix as he continued to make out with your cunt through the fabric, and you were trying not to buck your hips up as you moaned out loud. You hoped they didn’t have neighbors.
Felix reached around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it aside impatiently and immediately sucking a nipple into his mouth. You gasped, back arching to meet his plump lips and he looked up at you, all doe eyed and demure. The glitter on his eyes was making his eyes sparkle, or he was just that excited to get your tits in his mouth - you couldn’t tell. Hyunjin finally had enough of teasing you and he used his thumbs to yank your underwear down, sliding it into his trouser pocket.
You whined loudly when Hyunjin’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. Felix grazed his teeth against your nipple softly as you moaned, making you squirm. You knew your wetness was smeared everywhere when the older man grabbed your thighs, pushing them further apart and diving in further. He looked up at you, letting those cat-like eyes meet your gaze as your eyes watered.
Felix pulled away, breathing heavily. He reached up to stroke your hair, using the other hand to tug at your neglected nipple. “Hyung’s so good with his mouth, isn’t he? I love when he sucks my cock.”
You sighed, letting your head roll back at the mental image while Hyunjin licked up all of your slick from your pussy. “Mmm, I’d love to see that.”
Hyunjin pulled away at that, smiling as if the lower half of his face wasn’t covered in your wetness. “You like that idea, darling? Pretty Lixie fucking my face while I just let him use me?” He used his left hand to push your thigh further, making your muscles scream at the ache, but he quickly made it up to you by pushing the middle finger of his right hand in. He immediately rubbed against your g spot, making you whine.
“Jinnie, c’mere. I wanna taste too,” Felix demanded, making grabby hands at Hyunjin. Hyunjin leaned over your body to get closer to Felix, still rubbing that spot inside of you and making you squirm and moan. You almost came immediately when Hyunjin grabbed Felix’s head and forced his tongue into his mouth like he had with you, Felix moaning at the raw taste of you.
Hyunjin let Felix suck his tongue clean of all of your essence before returning to his spot between your thighs. You pushed his dark hair back from his face as he started to lick at your clit fervently again, still pumping his finger in and out of you. Felix wiggled his boxers off of his hips next to you, huffing when they got stuck on his feet.
You grabbed Felix’s hand when he started to jerk his length, stopping him. He looked at you with an annoyed expression at being stopped, making you giggle. “I’ll suck you off, Lixie. I want you to fuck my mouth like you do with Jinnie.”
Felix raised his eyebrows, nodding eagerly. You laughed again before being cut off with a moan at Hyunjin’s actions while Felix repositioned himself on the pillow next to you, on his knees, letting you see his cock directly in front of your face. He tapped your lips with the tip of his cock before pressing into your mouth, and you just let your jaw go slack, letting your best friend use you. He immediately started thrusting his hips in, breathing heavily as you swirled your tongue around his shaft and gazed up at him.
Hyunjin was moaning at this point, sloppily making out with your hole. What he lacked in precision he made up for with his eagerness, sloppily licking around your hole, making you moan around Felix’s length. It was pressing down against your throat, testing your gag reflex. Hyunjin slipped another finger into your hole, making you jump slightly and flutter your eyes shut. You clenched around him, leaking rivulets of wet down to his knuckles.
“Shit, so pretty. Pretty princess,” Felix mumbled, brushing your hair back from your face. It should have been affectionate, but you were only reminded of the passion in the moment due to him thrusting faster. Hyunjin curled his fingers expertly against your g spot, and came to lay next to you, holding your hair back for Felix.
“I think she’s getting close, Lix. Fuck her throat a bit harder for me, baby,” Hyunjin said, kissing your cheek with a wet smack. Felix shook his head rapidly, pulling his cock out of the wet cavern you’d provided willingly.
“C-can’t, Jinnie, I’ll cum. Wanna wait til I’m inside her,” He was jerking his cock, albeit slowly, and now that your mouth was free you were able to moan freely. Hyunjin hummed in disappointment. You whined when he rubbed his palm against your clit, pulling your hair to pin your head back to the satin adorned pillow.
“A-Ah, yeah, like that, Jinnie- Jinnie, I’ll cum, I’ll- yeah-” You were babbling incoherently again, vaguely wondering how these boys were so amazing in bed. Your hips were thrusting up against his hand, and you gripped his arm tightly in fear of him removing his fingers.
“C’mon, darling. Get that hole all sloppy for Lixie to slide in,” Hyunjin coaxed you, fingers scratching at your scalp while his speed with the other hand didn’t slow. You nodded, whining, and Hyunjin shut you up with a kiss to your lips, sucking on your bottom lip while you moaned. With a thrust of your hips, your thighs were clenching, letting that white hot energy take you over and make your senses go haywire. You were whining, speaking incoherently, letting Hyunjin suck on your tongue and brush his fingers through your hair comfortingly.
With a soothing rub to your scalp, Hyunjin pulled his fingers out of you and tapped your pussy affectionately. You noticed that sometime during your orgasm, Felix had stripped completely and was now laying in front of you fully naked, slowly stroking his hard length. Hyunjin was still fully dressed, which somehow just made the situation even hotter. He was commanding the entire thing. It made you wonder if you could break him.
Hyunjin stretched his arms above his head, letting out a sigh as you came down from your orgasm. Your chest was still heaving as you caught your breath, a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead. You mirrored him, stretching out your legs and letting out a satisfied noise. Hyunjin jumped up from the bed, muttering something about ‘wine’ and disappearing into a different room.
“Is that… that’s it? He’s not going to fuck me?” You turned to Felix, and he looked at you in shock.
“Um, no. No way. He’s getting wine, it’s still going on,” Felix flipped on top of you, positioning his length at your entrance. “I’m getting a head start though if you don’t mind, princess?”
You giggled, nodding. “It’s all yours, Lixie.”
He pressed his tip into your entrance, moaning at the tightness of your wet core around him. You returned his moan with a little sigh of your own, letting him push your legs up to rest on his shoulders. He watched your face for any sign of uncomfortability, to which he obviously saw none, and he started to thrust into your wet heat eagerly.
“Fuck, that pussy. This is gonna keep me coming back for more,” Felix was laughing, almost delirious as he fucked into you like a jackhammer. You laughed back, throwing your head back into the satin. “So pretty. Pretty princess, my bestie.”
“You better pull out. You already got to fill her up before, Lix,” Hyunjin’s voice sounded from the doorway where he’d re-entered the room. Lix nodded obediently, leaning down to suck more marks into your neck. He added to the constellation of hickies you knew Hyunjin had left, and he stayed pressed chest to chest to rub against your bitten nipples. You whimpered at the feeling of his hard cock inside of you, clenching down as he started to hit your cervix from the deep position.
You recognised Hyunjin coming over to the bed and he was now only in his boxers, his hard length straining against the fabric. He held a bottle of red wine in one hand, flicking off the top and pressing the rim of the bottle against your lips.
“Drink up, darling,” He mumbled, tipping the liquid into your mouth. You gulped obediently, clawing down Felix’s back as he fucked into you. You hoped you’d get to cum around both of their cocks, but after the blowjob, you weren’t sure Felix would last long. “Better than you thought? Having both of us?”
You blinked at Hyunjin, before turning back to Felix on top of you with a shocked expression. Felix halted his movements, staring down at you with that deer caught in the headlights expression that he always had when he’d been caught out. “You told-”
“Sorry!” He didn’t sound apologetic. He was giggling into the nape of your neck, beginning a slow grind into you. You groaned, listening to Hyunjin begin to chuckle beside you. Hyunjin sat up and started to pour the red wine over your tits, making you jump at the cold temperature of the wine that had obviously been inside the fridge. He licked it up as it began to drop in rivulets over you, sucking your nipples clean and moving down as it dribbled down your body. Felix sat back on his heels to allow Hyunjin access, and all of a sudden, Hyunjin was licking your clit and whatever part of Felix’s cock he could manage to get to while it was still thrusting inside you.
You squeaked, grabbing Hyunjin’s hair. “J-Jesus fuck, Hyunjin, that’s fucking-”
“Ah, fuck, that’s really fucking hot,” Felix whined, his voice a much higher pitch than normal. His hips picked up the pace, before he was pulling out, holding the base of his cock in a tight ring with his fingers. “Princess, c’mere. I gotta cum on that pretty face.”
You sat up obediently, letting Hyunjin pull your hair into a ponytail while Felix began to jerk his cock right in front of your face. You shut your eyes, realizing what was to come, and stuck your tongue out. Lix whined again at your expression, before you felt thick ropes of cum hit your face and warm your already blazing cheeks up.
Lix fell back with a sigh and you heard the thud as he collapsed against the mattress. You scoffed out a laugh, licking your lips. “Thanks, bestie.”
Felix’s giggle was cut off by Hyunjin’s groan, and you opened your eyes as he gripped your chin again between two fingers. His eyes were wild with lust, makeup smeared all over his face from the wetness between your thighs. “Shit, like a fucking painting, so fucking sexy. You’re a work of art, darling,” Hyunjin managed to get out in a strained voice, before you felt a wet sensation on your face and - oh. Hyunjin was licking Felix’s cum from your face. He moaned as he pressed his lips to yours, feeding you Felix’s cum and slowly lowering you back onto the bed. “Mmm. Yeah. I know how I want you.”
“I told you sex is like art to him, princess. Freak.”
“Yeah okay, Lix. I don’t need the commentary,” You grumbled. Hyunjin shot Felix a warning look before flipping you over, presenting you face down ass up. You were glad the sheets were so soft on your blushing cheeks, only made worse by being so exposed to Hyunjin. You turned your head to watch Hyunjin slip his boxers down, revealing a long, waxed cock. What he lacked in thickness he more than made up for in length, and you panicked realizing how deep it would go inside you in this angle.
“I’m gonna fill up that fucking sloppy hole, darling. How do you feel? Letting my friend fuck you open before I breed that cunt?” Hyunjin spoke, teasing your fluttering hole with the tip of his shaft. You whined, shaking your ass in front of him to try and get him to fill you quicker. With a soft sigh at the movement of your hips, Hyunjin pressed in, filling you inch by inch with that long cock.
“O-Oh.” You stuttered. Felix giggled, now lying at the bottom of the bed like a curled up cat with the bottle of red wine to his lips. The cat who got the cream - or wine, in this case.
“Deep?” Felix asked you, giving you a swig of the wine. You swallowed it as Hyunjin started to fuck you, deep and languid strokes that almost made you choke on the alcohol.
“Of course it is. You’ve taken it enough times, you should know,” Hyunjin quipped. You smirked at Hyunjin getting his own back, until Hyunjin was leaning over you, pressing you further into the sheets and fucking directly into your cervix. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan and gripping the sheets sharply with your fingernails. You didn’t even care if they were ripped afterwards. Hyunjin laughed, letting out his own moan as you clenched around him. “That feel good, darling?”
“Fucking amazing, Jinnie,” you hummed, arching your back for him. Your eyes fluttered closed, just enjoying the sweet drag of his length against your tight walls. You felt Hyunjin’s face covered in sweat from exertion falling to the nape of your neck. You turned your head, licking softly at Hyunjin’s lips until he was meeting you in a half-assed kiss. He was moaning into your mouth now, his previous restraint showing as he started to speed up his thrusts into you.
“L-Lixie?”
“On it, hyung,” You didn’t have time to ask what was going on until Hyunjin was positively whining, feeling his thighs clench behind you as his mouth dropped open against your shoulder. You realized after looking over Hyunjin’s shoulder that Lix was on his knees, taking small kitten licks at Hyunjin’s rim. Hyunjin’s eyes were fluttering shut, his forehead sweating and making rivulets of hair dye drip down his milky skin, his jaw dropped and moans coming out of his mouth unabashedly. He was loud, extremely so actually.
You realized rather quickly that perhaps Hyunjin wasn’t the dom he liked to seem to be, and you brushed his hair back with your fingers, pushing your ass up against his hips. “Feels good, Jinnie? Is my pussy nice and wet for you?”
“S-So fucking wet, darling, oh-!” His eyes widened as Felix’s tongue breached his hole, and he seemed to not know whether he wanted to rock back into Felix’s mouth or forward into your wet heat. “Shit, I- darling, I’m-“
“You can cum, Jinnie, it’s alright. You’ve been so good for us, treating us so nicely,” you hummed soothingly, letting out little punches of air as he kept thrusting into you.
“No, no, you gotta cum too,” he mumbled. With Hyunjin’s words, Felix reached down past where Hyunjin was fucking into your hole and rubbed your clit at a fast pace, making your eyes widen. Hyunjin smiled, still letting out moans. “Oh, yeah, there we go.”
“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, Lix,” you praised, pushing your hips back until it was entirely you fucking Hyunjin, Hyunjin’s ass being pushed back into Felix’s tongue and you grinding your clit against Felix’s hand. With the combination of Felix’s fingers and Hyunjin’s long length, you realized it really wouldn’t take long for you to cum around him.
“Gonna- fuck, have I been good? Are you close?” Hyunjin stammered, his cheeks blushing as he asked you. Felix hummed into Hyunjin’s rim, pinching your clit between his index finger and his thumb sharply. You whined, nodding.
“You’ve been so good, made me feel so good,” you sighed deeply, rocking your hips just a few more times before another strong orgasm overtook you. Your jaw dropped, letting no noise out as your walls pulsated around Hyunjin’s cock. You tried to catch your breathing as you rubbed Hyunjin’s neck soothingly. “C’mon, be a good boy. Fill me up baby, breed this cunt, yeah?”
Hyunjin whined again, thrusting quick and fast until you felt his cum start to fill you up, the warmth overtaking your senses. He bit into your shoulder harshly as he came, before mumbling something about being good for you. You stroked the tendrils of sweaty, dark hair at the nape of his neck, murmuring sweet nothings soothingly.
Felix clapped his hands together. “Well! That was great. But Hyunjin, you’re fucking sweaty, please have a shower.”
You giggled, and Hyunjin threw himself off of you with a groan and a displeased noise.
“Can see why Felix is so crazy about you. That pussy is something fucking else.”
“Really?” You hummed. “Well, you’re both welcome to come back for more any time.”
hyunjin and felix wandered through the bustling carnival, surrounded by the bright lights and laughter of people enjoying the rides and games. the air was filled with the sweet scent of cotton candy and the distant sound of music, but despite the lively atmosphere, they both felt a sense of restlessness. without a word, they drifted away from the carnival, walking side by side in quiet companionship. as they left the crowds behind, the noise of the fair faded into the background, replaced by the soft crunch of gravel beneath their shoes. the city’s skyline gradually gave way to a more tranquil scene as they made their way toward the mountain. the climb was peaceful, the cool evening air wrapping around them as they reached a spot with a perfect view of the hollywood sign, a serene silence surrounding them as they gazed out over the city below, lost in the calm of the moment.felix moved closer to the edge, his feet grazing the rocky surface as he stared up at the vast sky, his eyes tracing the stars that had begun to appear against the fading light. his posture was relaxed, but there was a sense of stillness about him, as if he was lost in the quiet beauty of the moment.
hyunjin, meanwhile, turned to head back, his steps slow as he felt the need to return. but as he walked, he glanced back and noticed felix hadn’t moved. he stopped in his tracks, a confused frown creeping across his face. narrowing his eyes, hyunjin stood there for a moment, watching felix standing alone, distant and unmoving. he tilted his head slightly, unsure whether to call out or just wait. but all he could do was stand there, his gaze fixed on felix, waiting to see if he would follow.
"felix. let's go back, yeah?"
- hyunjin insisted they go back to the carnival, now flipping his whole body around to face the silent, starstruck felix. he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyebrows, his expression serious as he waited for felix to respond. the air between them was still, the tension hanging in the quiet as hyunjin stood firm, eyes fixed on felix, silently urging him to make a decision.
"they have yummy corn dogs. i'm dying to get the fried one,"
- hyunjin pouted, tilting his head to the side as he watched felix remain unmoving. after a moment, his patience wore thin, and he let out a quiet sigh, clearly exhausted by felix’s silence. he shifted his stance, arms still crossed, his face a mix of frustration and tired resignation as he waited for any sign of response. the stillness hung between them, hyunjin’s gaze softening slightly as he gave up on waiting for a reaction.
"what's the matter with you, felix? the view isn't that beautiful is it?"
- hyunjin’s face softened immediately after hearing the soft sobs and huffing and puffing coming from felix. his expression shifted from frustration to concern as he stepped closer, his brows furrowing in worry. the sight of felix struggling to hold it together pulled at him, and he hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach. hyunjin’s arms slowly uncrossed, his shoulders slumping as he silently waited, his gaze now focused on felix, sensing the weight of the unspoken emotions hanging in the air.
hyunjin’s tears immediately fell to the ground once he looked up, understanding felix’s pain as the muffled screams echoed in the distance. his heart sank as he saw the ginormous red fireball in the sky, shooting flames everywhere and causing widespread destruction. the sight hit him like a wave, and he stood frozen for a moment, the reality of the chaos unfolding before him overwhelming. his breath caught in his throat, and he felt the weight of the situation settle heavily on his shoulders, the fireball’s glow reflecting in his wide, shocked eyes. the world was ending right infront of him and his last minutes on earth was felix trying to stay with him, insisted that his silent voice that was caught up in his stomach made him stay to be alone with him.
Sequel to 3rauncha. There will be a third part for vocalracha coming at some point in the future. Now posted: piperacha, the follow up.
Pairings: danceracha x bestfriend!f.reader, Chan x reader fluff at the beginning, references to 3racha x reader [bonus Hyunjin x Felix]
Word count: 6.0k [not including 6 screenshots] (unedited, sorry for any mistakes, I'm currently traveling)
TW: Suggestive and explicit content, swearing, pet names [reader is called angel, sunflower, kitten, jagi/jagiya, doll, princess, my love], fingering, spanking, impact play, biting, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face-fucking, protected sex (condoms, birth control pill mentioned), choking, orgasm denial (edging), multiple orgasms, m. x m. interactions, vague reference to subspace, exhibitionism/voyeurism, praise kink, degradation, Dom!Minho, Switch!Felix if you squint
The same receptionist is working again, shooting you a bright smile and asking about your day as she waves you through. You’re grateful that you’re already a well-known presence at the company- nothing out of the ordinary for you to show up at odd hours. Everyone knows your boys keep a busy schedule.
Your boys. You smile at that, stepping into the elevator. They had always been your boys, but now the context held something deeper, something more.
The elevator opens on the eighth floor to a weary Chan, glancing down at his phone with his earbuds in. He looks up as he steps forward, face lighting up when he sees you.
“Babygirl, what are you doing here?” He removes an earbud, stepping closer to let the elevator door close you both in. You let him kiss you once you’re alone in the elevator.
“I’m headed to the practice room, Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix are expecting me.” You breathe out against his lips before he’s kissing you again, hands tilting your face back to deepen the kiss. A soft whimper escapes you before he pulls back, a wide grin on his face.
“Working your way through the rachas?” He teases, and you roll your eyes.
“Please. If you didn’t have such a big mouth-”
“-you like my big mouth-”
“-correct, but if you didn’t tell everyone what happened-
“-I only told Hyunjin-”
“-Hyunjin is THE gossip queen and you know it!” You swat at his shoulder playfully, shaking your head with a smile. “Like I was saying, if you hadn’t told anyone, maybe I could have stayed 3racha’s secret for a little bit, and you could have been greedy.”
He laughs, petting your cheek with his thumb. “You know I’m not the greedy type, sweetheart. I share everything with the kids.” His mouth finds yours again, contradicting his words as he claims you.
“Channie,” you whisper against his mouth, “I’m going to be late.”
“Shh, it’s fine, babygirl.” He presses you into the wall of the elevator, thigh slotting between your legs deliciously. You groan, allowing his tongue to sweep in. A minute later, he pulls away. “What time are you supposed to be there?”
“Ten.”
He glances down at his phone and then sighs. “It’s 9:58. Come on, I’ll walk you there, just in case Minho wants to be a hard ass.” Chan threads his fingers into yours and presses the Doors Open button.
“He’s going to be a hard ass regardless.” You retort, rolling your eyes as Chan just tugs you forward.
When Chan opens the door to the practice room, you hear music playing. Stepping in, you see Minho and Felix in the middle of a routine, and Hyunjin is collapsed on the floor in front of them. Minho meets your eyes and stops, heading over to cut the music.
“Hyung, what are you doing here?”
“I ran into her in the elevator, didn’t want her to get in trouble so I offered to walk her here.”
Minho raises a brow. “How much trouble can she get into in the hallway?” Chan shrugs, grinning. “Ahh, you’re already whipped. Go home, you’ve been dead on your feet all day.”
“Blame Jisung for that, he kicked me out of my own bed!”
“You weren’t in the bed to get kicked out!” You poke his chest before wandering over to throw your arms around Felix for a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Sunshine.”
“Hi, sunflower.”
Chan makes a face. “I’m too tired for this. Take care of our brat.”
“Sure thing, Daddy!” Felix calls out, making Hyunjin break out into a fit of laughter.
Chan groans, pointing a finger at you. “Your fault.” He disappears out of the room with a wave.
Still in Felix’s arms, you turn to Minho. “I’m on time, right?”
“Despite Chan-hyung’s meddling, yes.” He reaches for you, yanking you from Felix’s grip. You barely have time to react, hand splayed on his chest as he dips forward to kiss you. You melt into him, letting him deepen the kiss and seek out your tongue. When he pulls away a minute later, his brows are furrowed, and you bring up your hand to smooth them.
A small hand grabs you by the waist, tugging you backward, back into Felix’s embrace. When you turn your head, he’s smiling at you. “May I kiss you too?”
You nod, twisting in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Your lips touch softly, once, twice, three times, and Felix is backing you up until you bump into the mirrored wall. One of your hands flattens against the back of his head with the impact, and he uses it as fuel to change angles, pushing you up on the wall and kissing you harder. Your breath catches in your throat and you whimper, his tongue darting forward to taste you.
“I suddenly understand why Han-ah liked to watch last night.” You hear Minho say in a low voice.
Felix pulls away from you, and you open your eyes to catch him grinning. “You’re a great kisser, angel.”
“You aren’t so bad yourself, Lix.” You reply with a soft chuckle, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
“He better not be bad. I taught him how to kiss.” A voice calls from the floor and your face falls neutral, processing.
“Wait- wait, what?!” You glance over, a few steps away, to where Hyunjin is still laying on the floor, hair spread out around his head like a firework. Felix steps back, allowing you to move over to Hyunjin, nudging him with your foot. “Explain yourself, Hwang!”
You hear Felix giggle behind you as Hyunjin scoffs. “Why aren’t you asking him?”
“He wasn’t the one who said something out of pocket!” Hyunjin simply looks up at you before shrugging and closing his eyes again. You turn to look at Felix questioningly. “Lixie?”
The mischievous grin would be enough to confirm but the exaggerated wag of his eyebrow sends you keeling over in laughter. You drop to your knees, shaking your head as you lean over Hyunjin.
“Do you want to kiss me or not?”
He runs a hand through his hair as best he can from his position before opening his eyes. “Sure, princess.”
Hyunjin reaches for the back of your neck, using his grip on you to drag your mouth to his. Your arm buckles and you tumble into his chest, but he curls around you before rolling to pin you beneath him. You gasp in surprise, and he slips his tongue between your lips and his fingers into your hair. He tastes like strawberries and cream, like your favorite ice cream. His lips are firm but gentle in their dance with yours, and by the time he withdraws, your heart rate is already racing.
“Fuck, Hyune, where the goddamn hell did YOU learn to kiss like that?!”
He eases off of you, resting his head on his hand beside you with a smug grin. “A magician never tells.”
You roll your eyes, poking him in the chest. “Brat.”
Minho appears over you, blocking the overhead light. “Are you going to lay on the floor all night?”
"Absolutely." Hyunjin snaps back, causing Minho to blink at him.
“Where would you rather I lay, Min?”
He lifts a brow at you, glancing over to the couch in the corner. “That certainly seems more comfortable, does it not?”
You shoot Hyunjin a look, but he bites down on his lips with a worried look at Minho. You extend a hand to Minho to help you to your feet, which he does. You wander over to the couch ahead of him, hearing a grunt and a short yell from Hyunjin- guess he got Minho’s wrath anyway. You feel hands grip your waist, dragging you sideways and tumbling to the cushions as Felix crashes into you with a giggle.
Turning to face him, he cuts off your questioning with a hard kiss, pressing into you with his body. Oh. Ohh, Lixie. You whimper when his hand grips your leg, pulling it to the side to make space for him between your thighs. You sweep your tongue over his lips and he parts them, sighing into you. Wrapping your legs around him, you roll your hips up into his, along the outline of his rigid cock.
He breaks the kiss to pant heavily at your neck, dragging his teeth up to the spot below your ear. “Fuck, angel. Let me touch you, please.”
You nod, and Felix shifts, running a hand down your side. Before he gets very far, a hand snakes out to stop him. “Not yet.” Minho says, looking down at you. “Kitten doesn’t deserve it.”
“What?”
“Min, please,” you whine, grasping his wrist. He ignores you, looking hard at Felix.
“Get up. She has to earn her pleasure.”
Felix scrambles up, shooting you an apologetic glance when you whine. He moves further down the couch where Hyunjin sits with open arms, cooing at Felix. You get a quick glimpse of their lips locking before Minho is climbing on top of you, caging you in between his hands and blocking your view.
“Wait, are they kissi-” you don’t have time to finish your question before Minho’s hand is tangled in your hair, angling your face up to meet his mouth. He’s more aggressive this time, teeth gnashing against yours in his urgency. His hand slides up your shirt- Chan’s shirt, the one you borrowed after your shower this afternoon- to cup your breast over your bra. His thumb circles your nipple, feeling it draw taut under the thin lace. His lips continue their bruising path from your lips to your neck, licking possessively over the bite mark Chan had left there last night. Minho sits up on his haunches, shoving your shirt up your chest, motioning for you to take it off. He helps you sit up long enough to rip the fabric over your head. Your lips meet the moment the shirt clears your face. You throw your arms around his neck, dragging him backwards with you as you fall back to the couch. His arm braces against the cushion, preventing you from bumping heads.
“Min, please.”
He trails down your neck once more, kissing and biting his way across the expanse of your chest. Your breath catches in your throat when his lips wrap around your nipple through your bra. His tongue darts out, soaking the lace as it flicks over the sensitive bud. Your fingers thread into his hair, pushing him further into you.
Minho's fingers slide up to tug the strap down your arm, removing the barrier between his mouth and your nipple. His teeth graze over the soft flesh, dragging a groan from you, and you wrap your legs around his waist to draw him closer to you. He holds firm though, not letting himself be dragged closer. He slips his hand underneath you, deftly unclasping the band of the bra and ridding you of the garment completely before you have time to process.
You hear a small whine, glancing down to try to peer past Minho. He notices, sitting up and sucking his teeth at you. “Pay attention to me, Kitten. Don’t worry about what Yongbok and Hyunjinnie are up to.”
“But-” Minho's hand slaps your tit, small and sharp. A gasp chokes out of you as you stare at him.
“Are you going to behave?” You nod your head slowly, tensing under his slow gaze down your exposed torso. “Good. Now, let’s take these off.” He loops his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, backing up as he tugs them down. You lift your hips to help him, and he tosses the pants to the floor. In nothing but your panties now, you look up at Minho expectantly.
“Hyunijn-ah, why don’t you both move a little closer so the kitten can watch? Let’s see how well she can multitask.” Minho’s lips curve into a smile, and you hear shifting behind him. Hyunjin stands, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. He shoves his hair off of his face and turns to look at you with a coy grin, winking as he saunters closer. He drops to the floor next to you, leaning against the seat so that his head lays back, touching your arm. A moment later, Felix stands, moving from behind Minho. You bite your lip when he steps fully into view, hand on his exposed glistening cock, pumping it up and down. He moves in front of Hyunjin, crowding closer before sliding his cock right into Hyunjin’s waiting mouth, keeping his eyes locked on yours.
“Oh my god,” you whine, biting at your lip as Felix fucks into Hyunjin slowly, gripping him by the hair. Hyunjin braces a hand on Felix’s hip, but Minho grabs it and twists it up over Hyunjin’s head to place it on your tit. Hyunjin squeezes it and moans around Felix, which in turn makes Felix groan. Minho chuckles, moving down to trail a finger over your panties. Your head whips around to watch him lower his head to your thigh, biting the flesh there. The whimper that leaves your throat makes Hyunjin squeeze you again, fingertips moving side to side lightly to tease your nipple. Your chest heaves, Minho bites higher. You brush his hair back, watching his nose nudge at your clothed core. Slowly, he places a soft kiss over the damp lace covering your pussy, eyes snapping up to smolder at you.
Just like he did with the lace of your bra, Minho presses his tongue over your clit, letting the lace soak as he softly flicks his tongue side to side. Your fingers tighten in his hair, causing his eyes to flutter closed momentarily. Minho’s hands find your hips, curling into the top edge of your panties to pull them down, disconnecting his mouth from your body only to let the offending fabric be removed just enough for him to slip his tongue into your folds. The gasp that escapes you makes him grin, his eyes finding yours before his hot mouth closes down on you again.
“Yongbok-ah,” Minho’s voice rumbles against you, making you clench around nothing. Felix hums in acknowledgment, still lazily rutting into Hyunjin’s mouth. Minho pulls back, shifting to drag your panties the rest of the way down and off of your legs. “Why don’t you give her a taste? Keep her occupied for me.”
Felix pulls out of Hyunjin with a wet squelch, and Hyunjin swallows a groan, sinking down when Felix releases his hair. Felix steps over him, moving to straddle your chest. He cups your jaw, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Open up, angel baby.” Holding himself by the base, he nudges his tip past your lips, and you can taste Hyunjin on him. You press your tongue flat against him as he slides in slowly, his head dropping back with a low groan. Felix’s hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheek, and when he hits the back of your throat, you glance up to meet his eyes, dark and clouded with lust. Minho’s mouth returns to you then, your brows coming together as your eyes roll back with a whimper around Felix’s length.
He tightens his grip on your cheek. “Eyes on me, sunflower.” Your eyes snap back to him with difficulty, lids drooping as Minho continues his ministrations on your clit and Felix continues to piston in and out of your mouth slowly.
“Such a good girl, kitten, listening to Yongbok so well.” Minho says, changing angles between your thighs. He trails a fingertip through your slick, catching faintly on your clit before grazing over your entrance. Your leg trembles slightly, and Minho chuckles faintly, placing a soft kiss to the flesh of your inner thigh before slipping that finger into you.
Your gasp is cut off by a rough thrust from Felix, his hand slipping up to tangle in your hair. He fucks into you a little more forcefully, and Minho mimics the pace with his finger. You feel yourself clenching around him when he adds a second finger, curling them and grazing over your g-spot.
Hyunjin, not to be forgotten about, twists from his position on the floor to press kisses along your arm, murmuring soft words of encouragement and groping at your tits. The combination of their attentions on you and the way Minho fucks you with his fingers has you tensing with your impending orgasm. Staggered, broken moans and whimpers build in your throat, punched out with every forward motion of Felix’s cock. Minho coos at you, encouraging you to fall apart, and buries his face in your cunt again. Just as you’re cresting the precipice, Minho pulls away, withdrawing his fingers and saying something to Felix that you don’t hear over the thundering in your ears.
Felix pulls himself free from your mouth with a grunt, and before you can blink, Hyunjin’s mouth is on yours.
You don’t kiss him back, still reeling from your ruined orgasm and getting face-fucked, but he swipes his tongue across yours and pulls back with a giggle. Minho’s fist is in his hair.
“Don’t be a brat, too, Hyunjinnie, or you won’t get to cum either.” Minho pushes Hyunjin away from you, and he crawls over to descend on Felix’s cock once again.
“Wha-what- Min- why? Why, I was so cl- I don’t un-” You stammer, and Minho leans over you, a saccharine smile scrunching his eyes.
“I told you, kitten, you have to earn your pleasure.” His hand ghosts over your cheek as you gape at him, unable to form a coherent response. “If you continue to be a good girl, I won’t deny you again. But if you misbehave-”
He tuts, glancing over at Felix and Hyunjin. “If you misbehave, I guess you’ll only get to watch them.”
“Hyung, I’m not going to last much longer.” Felix gasps out suddenly, over the sound of Hyunjin gagging on him.
You stare at Minho as he narrows his eyes, pursing his lips for a moment. “Okay. You can fuck her first.” Minho finally responds, looking at you with a raised brow. You nod, still dazed, then glance over at Felix. Hyunjin backs off, heaving for air and wiping the drool from the edges of his mouth, shooting you a devious wink and mouthing ‘you’re welcome’ at you. Felix shuffles closer and Minho moves off the couch, walking over to the cabinetry to grab something.
Felix settles in above you, bending down to kiss you. “You still okay, angel?” He asks softly, thumb grazing your bottom lip. You nod, and he gives you a half smile. “Can you say it, instead of just nodding? For me?”
“Yeah, Lixie, I’m okay.” You reassure him, earning a genuine smile that he buries in your neck in relief.
“Thank God.”
Minho taps his arm, holding out a condom. Felix takes it, sitting back on his haunches to open it and roll it on. Once he has, he grips your thighs, pulling you down the couch far enough for Minho to slot in above your head. Felix guides himself to your entrance, sliding in as slowly as he had slid into your mouth.
Because you haven’t cum yet, the sensation of his cock filling you makes you whimper. The stretch isn’t terrible, but your fingers search for something to grip anyway. Minho’s hand curls into yours, and you feel his other hand run over your brow to smooth out the discomfort knotted there. By the time Felix is fully engulfed by your walls, Minho is bending over to press soft kisses to your forehead.
“That’s it, jagi, you’re doing so good.”
Felix grips your thighs still, pulling your hips up to meet his and wrapping your legs around him. “Fuck, she’s so tight, hyung. I don’t know how long I can fuck her. She’s clenching down around me.”
“Jagiya, relax for us,” Minho coos, still kissing your face, “you’re going to make him finish before he can get you off.”
You relax, trying not to clench so much, and Felix makes a strangled noise. Minho chuckles before shifting back. You whine at the loss when his hand disappears from yours, and Felix drops down to kiss you.
“Angel.”
“Lix,” you pant into his mouth as he slowly retreats from you then slips back in, mouth hovered over yours. “You feel so good, babyboy.”
He drops his face to your neck with a whine, mouthing at your collarbone as he continues his torturously slow pace. You run your fingers through his hair and down his neck, scraping at the skin. Felix shivers, bringing his head up to glance at you before pressing a frantic kiss to your mouth and backing up. He repositions, changing the angle he’s fucking you and picks up his pace a little.
“Kitten,” Minho peers over from above, drawing your attention, “can you handle more right now?”
“Yes.”
A wide grin spreads on his face before he shifts, lifting himself over you to bring his cock to your mouth. You have to tilt your head back a little to reach him, and it’s a slightly awkward angle, but you manage to take him completely. He makes a small noise when your nose nudges his balls. Felix uses this moment to thrust into you roughly, rocking your body upward and into Minho, making you gag slightly. Minho pulls out for you to catch your breath, but you grip his hips and pull him back.
“Oh fuck.” You vaguely recognize the sound of a camera shutter, but pinned in between Felix and Minho, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
Minho and Felix work in tandem, pulling out and pushing back into you at opposite times. The new angle Felix has you in makes his cockhead hit your g-spot with every thrust, and soon, you’re whining and whimpering around Minho as your pleasure builds. Felix swears, hips stuttering as you clench around him, running toward your orgasm. Your body starts to tense, and Minho notices, your fingers digging into his skin.
“Yongbok-ah, help her out.” Minho gestures at you, and Felix brings his hand down to your clit, rubbing small circles and shooting you right toward your climax. Minho slows his hips, a hand on your face as he murmurs his permission. “Cum for us, jagiya.”
Stars explode behind your eyes as you tumble over the edge. You feel Felix stutter again, groaning as you clench around him to ride the wave of your climax before he pulls out of you with a gasp. Minho withdraws far enough for you to suck in a deep breath, swallowing down the excess saliva from him fucking your mouth. The aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you momentarily before you’re whining and bucking against Felix’s hand still rubbing your clit. Minho bullies his way back into your mouth, gripping the sides of your throat with his thumbs pressed into your arteries as he fucks into you more forcefully than he had done. You gag, trying to push him off, but he grunts suddenly and you feel him emptying down your throat. He pulls out quickly, brushing your hair out of your face.
“Are you okay, kitten?” He helps you sit up as you choke a little bit, and a water bottle appears in front of your face. You nod, taking the water and giving Hyunjin a grateful smile before taking a swig.
“I’m good, I just got a little surprised.” You cough and clear your throat, and Minho gives you a guilty look. “Min, stop, I’m fine.”
“I got a little carried away.”
“Do you hear me complaining?” He relaxes at that, and you turn to face Felix, who is slouched on the cushion. “Did I force you out?”
He gives you a harried look. “No, sunflower, I pulled out because I came.”
You glance down at his cock, half covered by his hand in the position he’s splayed in. “Oh! Okay good, I was worried for a moment.”
“Sorry it was quick.” He says, exhaustion lacing his tone. You giggle.
“Lix, that wasn’t quick, believe me. You got me off, that makes it a great experience in my book.” He sends you a soft smile, and you take another sip of water before closing the bottle and setting it down.
Turning toward Hyunjin, you sink to the floor on your knees, crawling the three steps towards where he sits, leaning back on his arms. “Hyune.”
“Hi, doll.” He wraps his arms around you as you climb into his lap. You throw your arms around his neck, leaning forward to kiss him. His hands drift down to your ass, squeezing the flesh. The motion rocks you against the bulge in his sweatpants, causing you to sigh.
You let your head drop to his shoulder, nudging the collar of his shirt aside with your nose so you can lick at the dried sweat along his clavicle. Indulging a secret fantasy, you wrap your fingers in his hair and give it a small tug. He responds by digging his fingers into your ass cheeks, grunting as he rocks you forward once more.
Dragging your tongue up the side of his neck, you lean in to whisper in his ear. “Will you fuck me too, Jinnie?”
Without a word, one hand leaves your ass to come around and yank the band of his sweats down, allowing him to pull out his cock. You don’t hesitate, lifting your hips for him to guide the head of his cock to your pussy and you sink down on him slowly.
He’s bigger than Felix, longer and just a little thicker. “Oh, Jinnie, fuck.” Your head lands back on his shoulder. He groans in your ear when you lift yourself up enough to rock forward, fucking yourself down on him. You tug his hair again, guiding his mouth to yours as you ride him.
“Wait,” Hyunjin says, pulling away from your mouth, “I want you on your knees.”
He helps you climb off, and you kneel in front of him, a little unsure. “Like this?” He shakes his head, circling his finger.
“Turn around, my love.” You do as he says, turning around to face Minho and Felix on the couch. Felix is watching intently, bottom lip caught between his teeth, and Minho is leaning to the side, head resting on his hand and a smirk on his face. Hyunjin’s hand pushes between your shoulder blades, and you fall forward onto your hands. “Want you like this.”
He enters you again, causing you both to groan. The new angle makes him slide deeper as he ruts into you over and over. Your breath comes out in shallow pants and whimpers until your arms give out, sliding your chest to the floor. Hyunjin growls behind you, hand gripping the back of your neck as he fucks into you harder. Your name tumbles from his mouth like a prayer, and he brings his free hand to your clit. The second he makes contact, pleasure washes over you.
Hyunjin never slows down, fucking you through your orgasm before dragging you up by your arms, pressing your back to his chest as his cock hits your g-spot, edging you closer to another climax. His hand wraps around to press against your sternum, and you grab it to drag it to your throat. The move makes him bite down at the back of your neck while his long fingers wrap firmly around your throat, tightening just enough to have your eyes fluttering closed.
“Just like Chan-hyung, hmm?” He murmurs in your ear, and you clench around him. “Did he choke you too, doll?”
“Y-yes.”
He chuckles darkly, and suddenly you feel something warm and wet on your clit. Your eyes shoot open and you gasp, seeing Felix laying on his back, face disappearing between your legs. You let out a moan in realization, and a moment later you’re cumming again.
“Fuck, Felix, don’t stop, she’s clenching so much.” Hyunjin pushes you down, changing the angle that Felix’s tongue presses against you. You brace yourself against Felix’s bent knees, resting your head on one of them as Hyunjin’s hips stutter. Felix’s hands find your nipples, tugging them ever so gently, triggering another orgasm. Just as you recover, Hyunjin groans loudly and pushes your hips away quickly. When you turn your head around to check, you see him bury his cock into Felix’s upturned mouth and cum with a low moan.
You watch, fascinated, as Hyunjin pulls his softening cock from Felix and bends down to kiss him softly, whispering something that causes Felix to laugh and flick a piece of Hyunjin’s hair that hangs down between them.
“Um, what the fuck was that?” They both whip their heads to you.
Felix clears his throat. Hyunjin ducks his head in embarrassment. “I wasn’t wearing a condom, so I figured you wouldn’t want me to cum inside you. I’m sorry.”
You blink at him. “Okay, that’s very courteous of you. Don’t apologize, Hyune, I’m not mad.” You bring your hand to your forehead as you collapse onto your ass, facing them. “No, actually I am mad. You’ve been fucking and I didn’t know? I could have been watching all this time?”
They both giggle, realizing you aren’t truly upset, and Felix brings a hand up to cover his mouth. “Wait until you find out about Minho and Jisung.”
Your eyes go wide and you whip your head around to look at Minho, who grins like the Cheshire cat. You make a face. “Actually, that one doesn’t surprise me.” You turn back to Felix and Hyunjin, who are being extra touchy with each other, playing with each other’s hands. “I can’t believe neither of you told me.”
Hyunjin shrugs. “No one really knows except the members.”
You snort. “Tell that to the STAYs who call you boyfriends.” They just laugh and Hyunjin rolls his eyes. “Okay well, I guess I should have seen that coming then.”
You crawl over to give Hyunjin a soft kiss before ducking down to give Felix one as well. Then you stand up and make your way to the couch where Minho opens his arms to you. You collapse into his lap, curling up to rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing his hands down your back and resting them on your ass.
“Hyung, we’re going to wash up.” Felix says a minute later. Minho grunts in acknowledgement. “Do you want anything from downstairs?”
“Get her some tea for her throat.” Minho answers, and you lift your head to look back at them.
“I could use a snack too. You guys know what I like.” You tuck your head back into Minho.
“Absolutely, angel. We’ll be back.” You hear the door open and close with a soft click.
You lift your head to look at Minho. “I thought you hated cuddles.”
He shrugs. “I don’t hate them. There’s a time and a place.”
“Now’s the time?”
“We’ve been rough on you.”
“I can handle rougher things.”
He snorts in laughter, squeezing his hands into your ass cheeks. “I’ll tell Seungminnie, he’ll be happy to hear that.”
You roll your eyes, and he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. When he pulls back, you bring your hand to his cheek. “Did you want to fuck me, Minho?”
“We can do that later. You’re too tired.”
You straighten, giving him a look. “Says who? I’m not too tired.” You scoot back, reaching for the waistband of his pants to pull them down.
“Jagi, we don’t have to.” He argues weakly, and you just raise a brow at him when you wrap your hand around his cock, making a face when it hardens in your grasp.
“Tell that to your dick. I’m pretty sure he didn’t get the memo.”
Minho’s eyes narrow, and you swallow. “Kitten, don’t start being a brat now. You were good, and we let you cum. Is this how you thank me?”
“No, sir.”
His cock twitches in your hand. “Oh, jagi, see how good you can be without being told? I haven’t even fucked you and you already know my title.”
You inhale sharply. “Sir?”
“Yes, kitten?”
You give his now fully erect cock a soft pump. “Will you please fuck me?”
The next thing you know, you’re flipped onto your back on the couch. Minho’s slotted between your thighs, a hand to your throat as he hovers over you. “You wait here like a good kitten while I put on a condom, and then I’ll fuck you. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
He releases your throat, sitting back and reaching for a condom on the couch behind him. He wastes no time ripping open the packet and rolling it on, and then he’s back between your thighs, lining himself up.
“You ready, kitten?” He asks, and you nod.
“Please, Minho.”
He bends down, bringing your faces closer before pressing into you. He’s not as long as Hyunjin, but he’s thicker, curving up to rub against your g-spot with every thrust. You wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his shoulder blades as he fucks into you at a steady pace.
“Jesus, jagiya, you’re soaked.”
“That’s what you boys do to me.” You arch up into him, whimpering.
When he ducks his head into your neck, he bites into the skin there, trailing marks down and around to the other side. He builds you up to your climax slowly, shoving a hand between your bodies to press against your clit. The moment he does, you cry out his name as you fall apart.
“Min- Minho, god, fuck, Min-”
He shushes you, bending forward to kiss the corners of your eyes where tears escape as you climax. “There’s my good girl. Shh, there you go.”
“Min, want you to cum- shit- cum for me.”
He kisses you firmly, teeth clashing as his tongue dances with yours, drinking in your moans and whimpers. He breaks the kiss and shifts, bringing your legs up to your chest. “Cum for me one more time, jagi. Cum with me.”
Minho’s hand returns to your clit, just as his thrusts become more erratic. That’s all it takes for you to break, the wave of your pleasure crashing over rocks. Your back lurches off the couch with the effort, a whine escaping you as you spasm around Minho, and then he’s grunting and spilling himself into the condom and collapsing onto you.
You both lay there panting for a minute before he pushes back, sliding out of you and discarding the condom into a tissue somewhere behind him. You’re vaguely aware of the door opening, turning to see Hyunjin and Felix returning.
“I guess we missed it.” Hyunjin says cheekily. Minho glares at him.
Felix wanders over to you, squatting down beside you to move some hair out of your face. “How do you feel, angel?”
You let out a heavy sigh. “Tired, honestly. I’m worn out.”
He smiles at you. “Can you sit up? I have some chamomile tea for your throat.” Minho helps you sit up, and you take the paper cup from Felix.
“Thanks, Lixie.”
Hyunjin brings you your clothes, having picked them up from the floor, and places them beside you along with a cup of fresh cut fruit. “Whenever you’re ready to go, doll.”
“Do you want us to take you home? Or will you come back to the dorms with us?” Felix asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.
“I’m happy to come to the dorms. The 4racha dorm or the Cuties dorm?”
The three of them look at each other, making faces as they think about it.
“Why don’t you cuddle with Hyunjinnie tonight, jagiya. I can ask Jisungie to come over, and we’ll make sure Yongbok gets the cuddles he needs.” Minho says, leaning over to kiss your forehead. You smile, glancing over at Felix.
“Is that okay, babyboy?”
He nods. “I might wake you both up for snuggles in the morning, if that’s okay.”
You look over at Hyunjin who is already smiling at Felix. “I think that sounds great, Lix.”
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author's note: welp, I fear I have girlbossed too close to the sun. Writing this was so difficult because I kept getting overwhelmed by the hyunlix moments. I hope you all like it! Vocalracha coming ...eventually lol. xx Minty
𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 - college au american footballers!lee minho & han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader
wc: 14.3k
cw: some boy x boy action, mc is inexperienced but a secret perv, mc is dumb and forgets what polyamory is, subsequent polyamorous relationship, reader is described to be smaller than minsung, smoking weed, getting drunk, hyunlix are menaces, SMUT MDNI.
synopsis: you’re not too experienced in the world of dating, parties and talking to people, but these two american footballers that you cheer for just seem to get it.
a/n: SORRY :D! as usual, smut warnings under the cut :3
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sw: making out when drunk, spit kink (a lot of it), cumplay, making out with cum involved, rimming (m rec), boys kissing, anal fingering (m&f rec), oral (m&f rec), threesome, handjob, A LOT OF DIRTY TALK, minho’s mean but affectionate, painplay, degradation, slight? humiliation, breeding kink, pet names: jagi, baby, kitty, gorgeous
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Throughout high school, and everything that came before it, you were never into sports. You were the girl that got shouted at by the rest of the team in P.E because you’d flinch as soon as the ball came near you. You had a sick note every lesson towards the end of high school. You’d walk the mile instead of run. You just weren’t cut out for physical activity.
It was the same reason you’d been so unpopular in school. Popularity went to the athletes, the girls who were svelte and toned, and although your mother would swear you were beautiful, you never had much luck making friends or getting boyfriends growing up.
Of course, when you came to university, you chose a non-bodily exhausting major. Fine art was a fair bet for you since you’d always been good at drawing, and you decided you could go for something you were skilled at so you could still enjoy the university experience. It was a win win. Then, you’d surprisingly befriended Hyunjin, an ethereal man with the beauty of a model out of a magazine - and then came along Felix, his other best friend who studied computer science. They’d actually helped you lose your virginity with your first - and thus far, only - one night stand. Although the experience was less than enjoyable, more awkward, you were still thankful.
It was a month later that they told you they were both cheerleaders for the American football team. You grinned and said how cool it was. They’d asked you to join. You said no. They were popular, too - always going to parties and events, and you considered that would be your fate if you joined. It was terrifying. This went on for the rest of your first year. The trauma from high school P.E lessons prevented you from even considering it, even while they told you that it wasn’t really that tiring. Cheering was still a sport, and that’s what kept you back from joining.
Until you finally gave in.
“I don’t know, isn’t the skirt a bit… Too short?” You mumbled. You stood in front of the full-length mirror in Hyunjin’s room, letting Felix fiddle with your hair and slide a red and white bow on it. It matched the rest of your uniform, a bright crimson mixed with a more subtle ivory. It was your university’s colours, and the same colours the American football players would wear. Felix was behind you and Hyunjin stood beside you - both in their matching uniforms, skirts and all.
Felix looked like he was about to ascend with the happiness on his face. You felt like you could die from the anxiety.
“It’s meant to be short, darling,” Hyunjin quipped, smoothing down the pleats on your skirt. “You need to look so good for tonight.”
You squeaked. Felix rolled his eyes, glaring at Hyunjin. He’d given away the secret. “What’s tonight?”
Felix sighed. His face appeared next to you in the mirror, half of his hair pulled up with a bow matching yours. His hands stroked down your shoulders with a soft smile, as if he was scared to release this information unto you. You stared at his button nose, covered in freckles, too anxious to look into his eyes. “So… there’s an initiation when you join. Sort of a ritual, it happens every year with the new recruits.”
Hyunjin was now sprawled on his bed, hands fiddling with some rolling papers. A baggie of weed was on his lap, over his pleated skirt. You grimaced at the audacity, despite knowing you were inevitably going to ask for some.
“It’s a party,” Hyunjin said, sprinkling weed into the paper. “It’s nothing terrifying. Just that the new recruits have to all be handcuffed to a member of the football team, and they have to play Truth or Dare to be set free.”
“Well, I just won’t play then,” You decided, nodding your head at the reflection in the mirror. Felix bit his lip, staring at you. Hyunjin’s movements paused. “… What is it?”
“We already nominated you. There’s an uneven number of recruits, too, so… you’re handcuffed to two.”
“Two?! No, you’re both deranged. It’s not happening.” Hyunjin simply raised an eyebrow at your words.
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It was definitely happening. That much was clear when you all arrived at the party, adequately stoned and just as tipsy from your pregaming at Hyunjin’s. You were fiddling with your skirt, trying to pull it down just a bit lower, but Felix slapped your hand away with a playful glare. Felix pushed the door open and entered as if he owned the place. The location of the party was some massive house on campus, full to the brim of sweaty, gyrating bodies in different sports uniforms. You were out of your depth.
Felix and Hyunjin noticed your awkward demeanour almost immediately and dragged you into the kitchen. Once he’d found a bottle of alcohol, Hyunjin poured all three of you vodka shots each to drink. He was hoping it would get you out of your shell, a wistful smile on his plump lips.
You grimaced as the burn hit your throat, nose scrunched. Felix giggled, and then he spun you around, hands on your waist. “Okay, so. We’re going to steal this bottle of vodka, take it into the living room, then you get handcuffed to your American footballers of choice.”
You blinked. “Choice? Who chose?”
“Jihyo,” Hyunjin replied, appearing on your other side. He handed you a plastic cup full of a strange coloured concoction before pushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes.
You knew Jihyo, actually. She was the captain of the cheerleading team and had been nothing but lovely to you since you joined. She’d even saved you the embarrassment of auditioning in front of the vice captain, letting you just cheer in front of her alone with the routine Felix and Hyunjin drilled into you. You hoped she’d be lenient on who she chose for you tonight.
Letting yourself be dragged into the living room by Hyunjin, you clutched your cup to ensure you didn’t spill it with the jostling. It tasted bad, but you drank it anyway, ignoring the taste. It would cure your anxiety - or at least act like a placebo effect.
The living room was even more crowded than the hallway and the kitchen. It had you on edge, fingers quivering around your cup despite Hyunjin and Felix hanging off of your either arm. These were the exact types of parties you hadn’t been invited to in high school, and now you were there. Honestly? It was kind of underwhelming, despite the amount of people.
“Okay, it’s time to meet your two footballers!” Felix sounded excited, almost bouncing. When you turned to him, Hyunjin was standing on his other side with blushing cheeks and a just as excited smile. You sighed. This was going to be awkward. There was a circle of footballers and cheerleaders sitting around in a circle, an empty bottle being spun around and landing on whoever was going to be asked truth or dare. The other new recruits were already handcuffed - oh, no. Were you late?
“You’re late!” Jihyo shrieked, shooting up from her spot on the floor. That answered your question. Her skirt was just as short as yours, which made you feel better. She wore it as if it was meant for her, though. You knew you just looked weird. She flicked her short, dark red hair out of her face before pointing at two males in the circle. “You’re partnered with Jisung and Minho.”
“Who?” You whispered, before Felix giggled loudly.
“Jihyo, that’s evil. Not those two! Especially not Minho!” Felix yelled, making your jaw drop.
You were suddenly very intimidated. You already were, but now the guy you were forced to be handcuffed to was, well… you’d have to ask. “Oh, no. Is he nasty?”
Jihyo shrugged, a smile playing on her lips. “Ask him yourself.”
All of a sudden, you were being pushed down by Jihyo into the large, uneven circle of people into the gap between the two football players. You could literally feel your hands sweating and just hoped to God that the two boys beside you couldn’t feel it. Felix and Hyunjin had moved to the opposite end of the room, not part of the circle but still monitoring the situation. Jihyo kneeled in front of you, fiddling with two sets of handcuffs until they were successfully attached to both of your wrists.
It was time to bite the bullet. You looked to your left as Jihyo was attaching the other end of your handcuffs to one of the football players. You were met with feline-like eyes, plump lips and broad shoulders appearing even broader with the shoulder pads from his uniform. His eyes flitted to you and he looked to be holding back a grin. Were you that ridiculous? The guy was beautiful. It made you feel slightly insecure even just sitting next to him.
Turning to your right, you saw your other assigned football player. You were met with softer features this time - round, chocolate brown eyes and a doll-like mouth, surrounded by the cutest pouty cheeks. Unlike the first guy, this one raised his spare hand with a little ‘hello!’ and you smiled, waving back. He was cute when he smiled at you, his teeth gleaming in the low light. He seemed friendly, so you introduced yourself.
“Hi! I’m Jisung, that one on your other side is Minho. He’s kinda grumpy, but he means well,” Jisung told you, making you giggle. Minho tried to reach over you to swat Jisung, but the handcuffs prohibited his movements. “Damn! Okay, okay, he’s not grumpy.”
“I’m really nice,” Minho said, smiling softly at you. You took a mental note of his cute bunny teeth. “I’m definitely not grumpy. Not to pretty girls, anyway.”
You could literally feel yourself blushing.
“Um, okay,” You blurted. Jisung choked on a laugh. “So, what’s the rules of this whole thing? How do I get set free?”
“You have to drink every time you refuse to answer a question or do a dare. Once you’ve answered five questions or when you’ve done five dares, we get set free,” When you turned to Jisung upon him speaking, it seemed like his face was closer. You blushed. His hair was long but pushed relatively back, and his red and white uniform looked to be cinched around a very slender waist. He was fucking hot. It had you imagining - would they both fuck you if you asked? At the same time? They seemed to come as a package deal. “It’s super simple. I bet it’ll only take, like, an hour.”
“An hour?!” An hour of being locked up to these two sexy men. You’d die.
“Yep,” Jihyo chirped. When she spun the bottle, sitting on the other end of it to you, it landed on you as if she’d planned it. You groaned. Jisung was pouring extra vodka into your cup. “Okay, truth or dare?”
Truth seemed the safest. “Truth.”
“Do you think anyone in this room is sexy?”
A giggle brought your attention to Hyunjin, legs splayed over another football player. You thought it was Chan, one of the Aussies that Felix was close with. “She obviously thinks I’m hot. I mean, everyone does.”
“Hyunjin, shut up,” Minho said, but he sounded fond. Interesting. So your best friends knew these sexy ass guys, and didn’t introduce you to them. How selfish.
“I’m going to have to drink, unfortunately. I don’t really want to make it awkward..” You mumbled, taking a large gulp from your cup. Unfortunately, Jisung had poured vodka in it and nothing else, so you grimaced as the burn travelled down your throat. Jisung giggled again from beside you. Evil. He was evil. “Jisung!”
Jisung only laughed louder, refilling your drink after the massive amount you’d downed. Minho, however, was still staring at you with an unreadable look.
“Really?” He questioned. “You won’t even admit it?”
You blushed. “I-“
“Leave her alone, Lee Minho! If she wants to drink, she can drink,” Felix shouted to your defence. You gave him a smile, very thankful. You didn’t want to be interrogated by the exact person you found sexy. Well, one of the two.
Unfortunately, the rest of the game went quite similar to the first round. You’d be asked a personal question, or told to do a dare that was definitely too unruly for you, and then you’d drink. Always drinking the straight vodka that Jisung gave you had an impact, too - before you knew it, you were slurring your words and your head was fuzzy with the effects of being tipsy. Jisung was laughing at you, just as drunk, and Minho was looking between you two with an amused expression.
Minho being a tease was another thing you managed to work out. You grumbled at one point, yanking on the handcuffs. “Jihyo, can I be let out now? I’ve drunk more than anyone else and ‘m tipsy, please!”
Minho chuckled, inching closer to you. “You don’t wanna be attached to me anymore? That’s a shame.”
“Never said that,” You mumbled, making your own cheeks blush as you looked at your hands. On your opposite side, Jisung was just as tipsy as you and looked to be giggling at something Felix had said. All of the other recruits were free and had left, but there you were - still looking dumb sat cross legged in your little cheerleader skirt.
“Bestie, should we take you and Hyunnie home? I’m sure you can set her free now, Jihyo,” Your eyes flitted to Felix, and then to Hyunjin, utterly stoned next to him. His eyes were a hue of red and he had a permanent smile on his face. He needed food, and then sleep.
Jihyo nodded hesitantly in response to Felix, and with a swift move, she undid your shackles. You were more than thankful to be free, but - oh. You didn’t want to go. You were kind of having fun drinking with Minho and Jisung. They were easy on the eyes, and all.
“I don’t wanna go!” You whined. “Can I stay? Minho and Jisung will look after me, right?” You knew you were slurring your words, but the way Jisung slung an arm around you made you feel content. Minho even laughed, shaking his head in a fond manner.
“We’ll look after her if she wants to keep drinking, Lixie,” Minho said, his tone hushed. “You know we won’t do anything weird.”
Felix shrugged. “I trust you both. Okay, have her back safe later! I’m gonna carry this lug to get food. Jihyo, you coming?”
When the rest of the room left, you suddenly realised that you were left with Minho and Jisung. You’d only met them that night, and in all honesty - it was kind of awkward now that it was just the three of you. Clearly you were the only one feeling the awkwardness, though. Minho stretched out leisurely like a cat, and Jisung was already in pursuit of a few ciders he found in the corner.
“So, my vote is that me and you wind down with a few ciders, and then Minho rolls us a joint,” Jisung chirped, settling in closer to you. “I’m so buzzed right now, I’m having such a good time. Hey, why have I never seen you around before? You’re friends with Lix and Hyunjin.”
“Ah, parties aren’t really my whole thing. I’m… I’m not very good with lots of people in one place, to be honest,” You felt like you were admitting way too much, too quickly, but Jisung nodded in agreement.
“I’m the same. It’s a bitch, but I’m glad you joined cheerleading. You can knock back vodka like a pro! Even Minho thought so,” Jisung points at Minho. He’d been quiet until now, but the tips of his ears burned a tell-tale crimson.
“It was quite impressive, I have to admit,” Minho nodded. “What made you join cheerleading? Sorry about the twenty-one questions, but you didn’t answer any during the game.”
“Yeah. That’s to do with the whole ‘not good at talking to people’ thing, y’know? But… Now that it’s just the three of us, I think that I’m okay,” You gushed, words slightly slurring together. The two footballers nodded their heads understandingly anyway, Jisung handing you an opened cider. You took the drink gratefully, sipping on the bitter apple taste. “Hyunjin and Felix convinced me to join, to answer your question. I wasn’t a big sports person in school.”
“Same here. I used to do boxing, but never football,” Minho leaned back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him. Jisung still sat cross-legged, much closer to you than Minho was. “I only really took up football in my senior year of high school, because I knew I wanted to come here and they have a pretty good football team.”
You nodded, humming. “What about you, Jisung?”
“I’ve always played,” He swigged back a large amount of cider. His fingers played with a loose thread on his uniform top nervously, until Minho swatted his hand away. Jisung giggled, then carried on talking. “Me and my elder brother play. It’s kind of a family thing, I suppose. Hey, Minho, what’s the status of that joint?”
Minho groaned, stretching his arms above his head. “My weed’s in our room,” Minho’s eyes flickered between you and Jisung, and then he bit his lip. Bunny teeth dug into plush skin, and you found your eyes settled directly on it. Minho soothed the bite with his tongue, and then he nodded decisively. “Do you wanna come up and get high, watch a movie with us? No funny business, I promise.”
You shrugged. The alcohol had made you considerably less shy. “Why not? I chill with Felix and Hyunjin like this a lot, it’s all good.”
“Yay! You’re actually going to roll one?” Jisung looked elated, grinning at Minho. Minho sighed, standing up.
“Why don’t you just roll one yourself, Ji?” You elbowed Jisung playfully. You had no idea where the nickname came from, but Jisung pouted anyway at your statement.
“I can’t roll. I’m so bad at it. Do you roll?”
You tried to suppress a smile, but it was impossible around these two. “No. Hyunjin rolls for me.”
“God! You’re both like weed princesses. Like pillow princesses, but with weed,” Minho’s fake-insult made you and Jisung fall about in a fit of giggles. “C’mon. I may have something that you can wear, so that you’re more comfortable.”
You and Jisung stumbled up the stairs behind Minho, still giggling when you arrived at their room. It was bigger than you expected, two twin beds pushed apart with one side of the room reasonably clean. You assumed that was Minho’s, because the other side contained an unmade bed and rap artist posters that just screamed Jisung’s energy to you. There was quite a large TV situated in the middle of the room, between the two beds and pushed against the wall.
“Are we pushing the beds together?” Jisung asked, as if this was a normal occurrence. Minho hummed dismissively, starting to dig through one of his drawers. Jisung started moving the beds in front of the TV just as Minho pulled out a decent looking t-shirt and shorts, passing them to you.
“You can change in here, we’ll turn around. I’ve gotta roll us a joint anyway,” You nodded at Minho’s words. You watched as Minho walked over to the desk, back facing you and you wiggled out of your uniform. You had to remember to bring that home the next day - it was the first game tomorrow.
It hit you that you were in the shared room of two boys you’d met for the first time that night. Jisung was laid on the bed solemnly with his eyes shut so he couldn’t see you, and Minho was facing away while he rolled the joint. They were respectful, but nonetheless this was so, so out of character for you - you were even putting one of their t-shirts on while you were having an internal breakdown. Weirdly, you trusted them. They were open, friendly with you from the get go.
“I never do stuff like this,” You admitted, blushing. When you finally turned around, now fully clothed, Jisung was only in pyjama bottoms. You had to avoid the urge to freak out because where was he hiding that body? He was broad but lean, the hint of abdominal muscles on his tummy. He was sexy, and his waist was just as slender as you thought. You shrugged it off anyway, and Minho turned to face you, licking the joint. That almost also caused an internal freak out, because why is he keeping eye contact while he’s licking it like that?
“Like what?” Minho mumbled, staring at his work of art.
“I’m normally first to leave the party. I never stay late and chill with people in their homes. I’m just… not like that.”
“I get it,” Jisung agreed, shifting on the bed sheets. He patted a space next to him and you climbed onto the makeshift double bed obediently, laying down with your hands folded over your tummy. “It’s the people thing, right? But, you’re being bold. We’re about to get high. The most important thing is… are you having fun?”
Were you? God, you were. Two attractive men were about to smoke weed with you, one of your all time favourite pastimes to get rid of your anxiety, and you were going to chill and watch a movie too. That’s your top idea of fun. You found yourself smiling, nodding up at Jisung, to which he smiled back. He understood.
When you finally turned away from Jisung after a second too long, Minho had changed too, into some grey shorts and a t-shirt. You stared at his thighs while he cracked open a window, and then he was on the bed in front of you.
“The guest of honour should light the joint,” He mused, handing it to you. “It’s the rules.”
“Um.. I need an ashtray. Is it really okay to smoke in here, like-“
“Everyone in this house smokes in their rooms,” Jisung comforted you. After that, he was handing you a small transparent dish. “Ash it in here. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”
The first inhale of the joint was delicious. You much preferred being high and open minded than drunk and open minded - it was more fun that way. You tended to just brush things off with a laugh rather than overthink them. After a few tokes, you passed it to Minho, and he asked the most important question.
“What film should we watch?” Jisung looked at you. You looked at Jisung, and then you were both looking at Minho. Minho sighed, exhaling smoke in your direction. “You’re both going to make me choose.”
“Yup!” Jisung chirped, snatching the joint out of Minho’s hand. Minho grumbled, displeased but still smiling as he reached for the remote. Within a few minutes, he’d clicked on some random comedy film on Netflix. The joint was passed around until the room was sufficiently hazy and all three of you were laying on the bed, you in the middle.
You felt a little trapped, but not in a claustrophobic sense. The boys were so, so close to you, and even though you three were all relaxed and laughing at the film, the secret pervert inside of you couldn’t help but rear its head. You could make out with them right now. You won’t, but you could. It’d be way too bold for you to do that, and-
“We should make out,” Jisung’s voice cut through the giggles. Minho swatted him, still laughing but chiding as if Jisung was a child. You, however, were wide-eyed.
“M-Make out?”
“Making out is better when you’re high,” Minho explained, his cheeks blazing red from the effects of the weed. “He always asks me to make out too.”
You blinked. Your eyes flitted between the two men, Jisung still gazing at you. “You two..?”
“We make out all the time. Sometimes we fuck, no strings attached. It’s fun,” Jisung said, shifting on the bed so that he was closer to you. “You wanna make out?”
Could you? You’d been extremely bold, and that was even further than bold. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t been thinking of it all night, though, and if Hyunjin and Felix could see you now, they’d be so proud.
You answered Jisung’s question by grabbing his head, one hand on the back of it and yanking him down to kiss you. He squeaked in surprise, but he was quick to let his tongue press into your mouth, pouty lips wet against yours. He was half-laying on top of you, the position a little awkward but God, he was right. It felt so much better making out with someone when you were high. You let your tongue press against his, the kiss more of a sloppy exchange than a real, precise kiss.
You pulled away with a wet noise, humming. “‘S better, you were right.”
“Yeah?” Jisung asked, his eyes trained on your lips. “Again, then?”
“Yeah.” This time, he was initiating the kiss, his hands going to your waist. His touch was light, but you squirmed to feel more of his hands on top of you. You wanted more, especially when his teeth lightly nipped on your bottom lip and his lips sucked your tongue into his mouth. It was filthy, and it had something burning in your gut in the most delicious way.
“You two look fucking amazing,” Minho. You’d kind of forgotten he was there. When you pulled away again, you turned, staring at him. His eyes were dark and his cute teeth were biting into his bottom lip again, looking pillowy and plush.
“Min,” You murmured, grabbing his hand. Jisung let out a puff of air, amused. “C’mere. I wanna kiss you too.”
“You sure?” Minho asked, but he was already moving from his place on the pillows to where you were, just a bit further down. Jisung moved off of you, obediently letting Minho take his place. Minho’s hand came up to your face, one thumb swiping along your bottom lip. It was still wet from Jisung’s mouth. “I’m not going to fuck you. You’ve had too much to drink, and smoke… But I’ll make out with you, is that okay?”
“Mm, yeah. This is super bold for me,” You giggled. In the same breath, you took Minho’s thumb into your mouth. You sucked on it, just a soft suction, but Minho still sighed deeply, eyes trained on your mouth.
“I think you’re sexy when you’re bold. You’re cute otherwise, too,” Jisung chimed in, making you smile. Before you could answer, Minho was leaning down, his dark hair tickling your forehead as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. He was more calculated than Jisung, his hand that was on your face previously now enveloped in your hair, pulling the strands just a little. It made you whine against his mouth, squirming, and he replied with a bite to your lip. “Is it good? He’s a good kisser, isn’t he?”
You hummed, still pulling Minho in for more. His shoulders were shaking as if he wanted to laugh at how eager you were, but he continued with kissing you filthily instead. When you started to squirm again, he pulled away, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down instead.
“I think you need a little more,” He mused, nose still brushing against yours. His eyes were enrapturing, as if they held a thousand secrets behind them. You wanted to know more about him, and more about the cute Jisung who was just as anxious as you. Could you be greedy and have them both?
“I want more,” You agreed, nodding. Minho hummed, and then he was collecting spit in his mouth. He let it drop into yours, and you heard Jisung whine, before he was shimmying back towards you. He gently pushed Minho out of the way, and you kept Minho’s spit on your tongue as if you knew what Jisung wanted to do.
“Oh my God, ‘s so hot,” You heard Jisung mumble, before he was pressing his lips against yours again. You felt him lick the collected spit out of your mouth, before he was pushing his own onto your tongue. He sucked your tongue again, whining into the kiss. You could feel something moving on the bed, and eventually, you worked out it was Jisung pushing his hips into the mattress impatiently. When he pulled away, his lips went to your neck instantly, sucking a deep red mark into your collarbone.
“Sungie,” Minho mumbled. “You need to calm down. She’s drunk a lot tonight. Maybe another time, yeah?”
Jisung looked at Minho with stars in his eyes. You nodded, hands gripping Jisung’s biceps. His skin was delicate, honey-toned and muscly, showing the effects of the sport he played. He was fucking sexy. You wanted Minho to be shirtless too. “Another time,” You agreed. “I want you both another time. Can I…? Is that too much, I-”
“We want you too,” Jisung turned to you, his forehead pressed against yours. Now that he was closer again, you let your legs spread, welcoming him to press against you. He was hard, solid in his cute pyjama bottoms, and you wanted to whine. “We want to have you. But, tonight isn’t the best idea. You may regret it.”
“I’d never regret it-”
“Gorgeous girl,” Minho cooed at you, soft as he pressed a kiss into your hairline. They were both enveloping you, warm, soft bodies that were just as toned as they were delicate. Your heart rate was so fast you were convinced you could die. “Gorgeous fucking girl. We’ll take you another time, yeah? Not tonight. You can sleep tonight.”
All of a sudden, sleep sounded amazing. You let yourself hum in agreement, and Jisung moved off of you, curling around your side. “‘M actually quite sleepy, yeah.”
“Thought so,” Minho chuckled, sidling up to your other side. He let you wiggle closer, head on his chest, and Jisung followed you, his chest pressed up against your back. It was comfortable, cosy on the two beds pushed together. “Go to sleep, gorgeous. We’ll be here when you wake up, okay?”
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You woke up delirious. You could feel your head pulsating with the beginning of a hangover, and you were just so confused - where were you?
It only took one look at Jisung, lips parted and soft snores coming from his chest to remind you. Oh, yeah. You looked towards your other side, seeing Minho stretched out and full, heavy breaths reverberating around the room from his deep slumber. You’d made out with them both. You didn’t feel any regret, either. You’d done something that was so unusual for you, and it had worked out brilliantly. You’d had the best time.
You knew you’d be embarrassed when they woke up, though. You managed to detangle yourself from the two boys, wiggling out of the makeshift bed and finding your uniform quite easily. You’d tried to make as little noise as possible, but the sound of sheets rustling from the bed caught your attention.
“You’re leaving?” Minho. You turned around, blinking at him. He looked almost insecure, leaning up on his hands and tilting his head at you in question. “Do you… regret what happened?”
Shaking your head quickly, you moved back to the bed. You let one hand caress his cheek and he leaned into the touch, eyes soft and bleary from sleep. “I don’t regret it at all, Min. I had the best time. I just… I need to get home, and see Hyunnie and Lix, you know? But, um…” You felt awkward, anxious again. One look at Minho convinced you that you didn’t have to be. “I want to see you both again. Is that… a little weird? I just, I really enjoyed, and I-”
“Absolutely,” Minho agreed. He moved to sit closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “Give me your phone.”
You blinked. Where was it? Digging through your uniform, you found it tucked into one of the inside pockets of the skirt, and you triumphantly handed it to him. You watched him make two contact names, and send both a quick ‘hi’ text so that they had your number, too. It was still shocking. You couldn’t quite believe it. Could you be greedy, and have both? Jisung was still asleep and snoring, and you found yourself smiling at him. He was bundled up in the blanket like a little burrito.
Minho handed your phone back, kissing your forehead. “Let me know when you get home safe.”
You practically ran out of the house, in all honesty. You were still dressed in Minho’s clothes, and once you’d slid your shoes back on, you started to walk back to your own home. You were pretty sure it wasn’t a long walk, and it wasn’t, all things considered - you were back home within five minutes, and you swung the door open.
Wait. It was unlocked? It was unlocked the whole night, while you’d been out acting like a fucking celebrity, and now someone had probably broken in, and-
You tiptoed into the living room, almost terrified, and then you saw Hyunjin and Felix. Both were eating cup noodles, staring at the TV where some random drama was on. Do hangovers just not exist for those two? Why hadn’t they even text, to see how you were? What the fuck was wrong with them?
“You’re home!” Felix said, cheerful as always. You furrowed your eyebrows, staring between the two. They have their own homes. Why were they there? They were showered, wet hair visible and with fresh clothes on. Your clothes, you noted. The t-shirt was a little too tight on Hyunjin’s shoulders.
“Why aren’t you at your own fucking houses, guys?” You scoffed, sprawling on the sofa. Your head landed on Hyunjin’s lap, and he spoonfed you a serving of noodles. You chewed it happily. You did love them, deep down.
“You’re confident after last night,” He mused. With his spare hand, he yanked down your - no, Minho’s t-shirt, and you were too slow to stop him from seeing it. Bright as day, the mark that Jisung had sucked into your skin was darkening as the time went on, a perfect giveaway of what you’d been up to the night before. “Oh my God. Felix, look!”
Felix leaned over, the three of you intertwined like a pretzel, and then his jaw dropped. “Oh my God. Who- which one was that?!”
You felt almost smug as you sat up, pulling the t-shirt back into place. “That was Jisung.”
Hyunjin gasped. Felix was grinning, wide and blinding. “That leads me to believe you may have had fun with both of them, right?” Hyunjin giggled, poking at your side. You scoffed, kicking him in the leg.
That brought back your anxiety, however. You’d had fun with both of them, made out with both of them, and they were both fucking gorgeous and so, so kind to you. They both seemed interested. They had to be, or why would they both kiss you? “Um… Yeah, I did, but… I want to see them both again. I can’t, though, like… it’s not logical.”
Felix tilted his head to the side. “Why not, sweetie?”
“Because there’s two of them? Like, what kind of a question is that-”
“What kind of a person are you if you’ve never heard of polyamory?” Hyunjin berated you through a mouthful of noodles. Your eyebrows raised in shock. He had a point. That had never even crossed your mind. “I mean, they have their own thing going on. They’re soulmates, everyone knows that.”
“But.. they’re not together. Sungie told me it was just a no-strings-attached type of thing-”
“Sungie?!” Felix squealed. “That’s so- so cute!”
Hyunjin glared at Felix, trying to get him to shut up so he could speak. “They’re soulmates, but they’re not together. It’s like best friend soulmates, except they make out and fuck sometimes. It makes sense for them both wanting to date the same girl is what I’m saying,” Hyunjin shrugged as if you’d thought of this before. You felt dumb. Why hadn’t you thought of that, actually? “The game’s tonight, too. You’ll see them again.”
“So… I should go for it?” You asked, feeling slightly insecure. You’d gone for it last night, and nothing ended badly. Could you do it again, though?
“Absolutely,” They both agreed, literally at the same time. You sighed, before nodding. You could do this. But you’d forgotten to text Minho, so that had to happen first.
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[11:31am] Minho: Looking forward to seeing your ass in that skirt again tonight.
That text had been running circles in your head all day. Felix and Hyunjin had screamed when you showed them what he’d said. If anyone asked, you’d never admit that you’d put on some nice pink lace underwear underneath your skirt just in case. You felt a blush spread across your face as you reread his text.
A feeling of anticipation spread through you as you waited for the game to start. Cheerleaders were meant to take to the field first, and then the footballers would come on afterwards. It wasn’t a serious game, just one of the preliminary ones against another university team that could be considered as amateur. You could still feel your heart rate picking up as you all flooded onto the field, Felix dragging you along with his arm wrapped around yours comfortingly. The pom poms were literally almost slipping from your hands with how nervous you were, clammy and hot under the stadium lights.
As it wasn’t a serious game, the stands weren’t that full, which made you feel a little more relaxed. Jihyo had chosen this game for you to start for a reason, clearly. You were still yet to get used to having eyes on you, eagerly awaiting a cheer to sprout from your mouth. It was anything but ideal, and you would have rather been anywhere else at that moment.
Thankfully, your cheer routine to introduce the game went without a hitch and Hyunjin high fived you afterwards. When the subsequent clapping and cheers from the stalls died down, you nervously anticipated the footballers’ arrivals. They were like kings in your university, after all, and now you’d found yourself embroiled in something sexy and almost… heartfelt with two of them. You felt a little bit silly. You were definitely reading too much into things too quick.
Then, the captain arrived. Chan was someone you were vaguely familiar with, since he was extremely close with Hyunjin and you’d actually seen him the night before. He didn’t spare any of you a second glance as he bounced onto the field, the cheers starting back up again, but you hadn’t expected anything different. In all honesty, you’d expected Jisung and Minho to ignore you all, too, because it was game time. They needed to have their game faces on, quite literally. Waving at the cheerleaders would distract from that.
You could literally hear Felix and Hyunjin both snickering at you as your two love interests bounded onto the field. You elbowed them both sharply, making Hyunjin groan and attempt to fight back before Felix was yanking him back by his hair.
Surprisingly, Jisung halted on his journey across the field. He was almost directly in front of you. You stared at him with a confused expression while he used his hand to cover the massive lights dotted around the university stadium, spinning around in a circle until he saw you. Your expression quickly morphed into shock as he dropped his helmet on the floor, grabbing Minho by the arm and bounded over to you.
“You left before I woke up,” He pouted, out of breath from running. Minho was just snickering beside him, arms crossed over his chest with his red helmet still in hand. You gaped, jaw dropped.
“I- Jisung, you have a game to play,” You hissed, pom poms now dangerously close to slipping from your sweaty hands. Jisung simply laughed, inching closer to you.
“Don’t care. Can I come over after the game? Minho’s busy with an assignment, he’s such a smarty pants,” Jisung reeled off statements, each one as quick as the last one. Minho just watched him, staring at you both with an amused look. You just stood there, staring at Jisung. Felix and Hyunjin were giggling. You could hear them. Pricks. Everyone on the stalls had started to murmur amongst themselves, wondering why two of the star players were talking to some random cheerleader. “Oh my God, I know I’m being weird but stop staring at me. I promise I’ll shower before I come over.”
“Jisung! Yes, you can come over but people are starting to stare, please go to your team-”
“Alright! See you later,” In the most shocking turn of events to date, in all of history actually, was that Jisung pressed a sweet peck to your lips and skipped back to his team. That was bad enough. What made matters even worse was Minho kissing you, too, just as chaste as Jisung’s kiss. He ruffled your hair and followed Jisung off to the other end of the field.
“Well, that answers our question,” Felix said, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re all dating.”
Hyunjin swatted Felix, still staring in the direction of Minho and Jisung. “Don’t say that. They need to actually ask her first. She’s not settling for less than that, you know?”
Unsurprisingly, the boys won. Minho and Jisung were grinning at you when the score was official, 22-16 to your university. You watched wordlessly as they bounced towards the locker room, everyone cheering and slapping each other on the backs. You knew what would happen now. Jisung would shower, and then he’d wait for you outside for you to get changed, too.
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“I got loads of sweets from the vending machine,” Jisung babbled once you reached your front door. You had wondered what the plastic carrier bag in his hand was, slapping off of his jogger-clad leg while you walked home. “I wanted to show you this super cool documentary I found. It’s about this really small cat, but it’s really brave. Minho liked it.”
He was so fucking endearing. He was still going on about the documentary as you just smiled and nodded, leading him to your room. Your room was slightly embarrassing, something you noted as he stepped inside of it. It was very pink, very girly and the double bed had multiple cute pillows scattered all over it. He picked up a heart shaped one anyway, sprawling on the bed with it clutched tightly to his chest.
“So,” you began, throwing yourself onto his bed next to him. You were glad you’d taken comfortable clothes to change in after the game - you still had the nice underwear on, y’know, just in case. “Tell me more about this little cat.”
“Oh my God,” Jisung gushed, thrashing around as if he couldn’t handle how cute the cat was. You giggled, grabbing his arm to stabilise him. “It’s this little cat. He's so tiny, but he’s really brave. He’s all spotty too, like a little leopard. He’s so cute but he’s really daring. It- it kind of-” Jisung trailed off, staring at the wall.
He was getting shy. You rubbed your hand over his arm, smiling softly. “Kind of what, Sungie?”
“Kind of reminded me of you,” Jisung mumbled. His hands clenched around the pillow. “Like, it was really cute, but so brave. I showed it to Minho this morning, and - he agreed. It’s like you. You’re so brave, and cute, and you’re quite small, too. Smaller than us, I mean. You were really brave last night. I could tell you’re kinda shy, but you still spoke to us, and opened up to us. It was nice to see. I’m- I’m interested in you. I like you, I guess, we both do. I know it’s early, but-”
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he was wide-eyed, fingers tight on the pillow. You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his. “I am shy. But I don’t feel that shy around you and Min, because… I guess I like you too. I enjoyed last night way too much to be healthy. It is early, but I’ve decided I don’t care.”
“Yay,” Jisung mumbled, and then he was kissing you again. He threw the pillow to the side, hands enveloping in your hair and pulling you closer. Kissing Jisung was like heaven. It just felt right, and it felt like a reward both times you’d done it. You wanted to do it a lot more. When your thigh shifted to get closer to him, to feel him more, you felt a solid obtrusion in your way. You blinked, forehead against his so you could stare down at his pants.
“You’re hard..?” You questioned, staring at the sizable tent in Jisung’s trousers. He blushed crimson at your statement, and yanked on his trousers to try and cover it.
“Yeah, I’m hard because you’re fucking hot,” He mumbled, looking up at you with dark, round eyes. You tilted your head, confused.
“I’m… hot?”
“You’re even hotter because you don’t know it!” He huffed, finally giving up on hiding it. He sprawled back against your bedsheets, hair fanned around his head. Now that he’d stopped moving, you could really look at it. It was clearly hard, length pressed tightly against his joggers and a spot of precum leaking through onto the grey fabric. “I came over just to talk to you, just to chill and tell you about that cute cat, and now… my dick is fucking hard.” He sounded distraught, and you giggled. Time to bite the bullet, yet again.
“Want me to help?” You asked, shifting so that you were on top of his lap. He jolted, hands coming to grab your hips with wide eyes. He moved so that he was leaning up against your pillows, and his t-shirt rose a little with the movement, exposing that delicious honey toned skin. Your eyes were fixated on it immediately. “I want… I want to fuck you, so bad. I can ride you. If you want.”
Jisung huffed again, blowing hair out of his face with the puff of air. “We can’t. Minho will want to be here the first time all three of us fuck properly.”
“Oh?” That was cute, actually. It was nice knowing that he did like you as much as you liked him, this quick, after just one night of chatting and making out. You were all down bad, all three of you. “I can jerk you off though, right?” You were talking a lot of smack for someone who’d never actually jerked off a guy before.
“Oh God, yes, please,” He whimpered, and you rolled your hips down on top of him teasingly. It made him gasp, before he was pushing you off, yanking his joggers down impatiently. You almost choked on air in shock - no wonder you could see everything, the fucker had gone commando after his post-game shower. He gripped his cock, a tight ring around the base as if to show you just how hard it was. When you looked at him, now positioned on his thighs, his eyes were watery and pleading.
“I… I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to guide me. Tell me what you like, ‘kay?” You ordered, and Jisung nodded, releasing his cock so you could grab it yourself. The head peeked out from beneath his foreskin, wet with precum and dripping onto the smattering of pitch black hair at his base. It was thick, not overly long but a perfect length, actually. It had you dripping into your nice panties, and you internally grimaced. They’d be ruined after this. You wanted him to see the effect he had on you, and you gripped his shaft tightly, pumping experimentally.
“Oh,” Jisung whined, “tighter around the head. And- and, please, spit on it, make it wet, I-” You obliged, spitting on the head and wrapping your fingers around it just a bit tighter. It was noisy after that, making a slick noise every time you got to the head and pulled a bit more. His hips were kicking up, fucking up into your fist as he let out unabashed whines.
“You sound so pretty,” You admitted, kissing his cheek. He managed to catch you in a kiss, whimpering as your tongue swiped over his. His eyes were even glassier when you pulled back, clear tears adorning the dark chocolate colour. “I want to fuck you so bad, Jisung.”
“Yeah? You do?” Jisung asked, his hands reaching out to grab your wrist firmly. You barely managed to continue pumping past his tight grip, grinning when you saw the head of his cock get wetter. You gasped as you felt his grip on your wrist tighten even more, the pleasure-pain radiating through your body. You felt an electric shock when you felt his breath on your neck, his soft lips leaving a trail of kisses as you continued to pump his erection. You watched his thighs clench, partially obscured by the fabric caught beneath you, and his eyes shut as he let out an incoherent moan. “I’m- gettin’ there. Gonna cum soon, gonna-”
It was sloppy and messy, but you didn’t care. You felt yourself getting wetter the more you pumped, and Jisung moaned in response. His thighs clenched and unclenched as he got closer and closer to orgasm, and you knew he was about to cum. All of a sudden, you had a wanting inside of you to taste his cock, and you shifted down his legs to engulf the head in your mouth. It had a slight salty taste, not unpleasant but unfamiliar. The look on Jisung’s face was worth it. His eyes were wide, jaw dropped as you swirled the tongue over his head.
“Oh, yeah, look at me,” You obliged, looking up with doe eyes as you sucked harshly on his cockhead. You used your hand to continue pumping, and as if it was unexpected, he gasped and let out a loud whine. “So beautiful, what the fuck? I can’t handle it- oh. Oh, I’m cumming-”
The taste flooded your mouth, hot cum hitting your tastebuds. Again, it wasn’t unpleasant, just unfamiliar. You had many plans to get used to the taste. Jisung’s hand clutched your head as he writhed throughout his orgasm, deep sighs and pants coming from his lips. You ran your tongue around him one more time, before pulling off and smiling at him.
“Jeez, that was- what? You swallowed?” You nodded. Were you not meant to? You thought you were. Jisung whined, covering his face with his hands. “That’s so sexy. You’re so sexy. Can I eat you out, please?”
“Is that… will Minho be okay with that?” You replied, but you still let Jisung push you back into your sheets. Jisung nodded, yanking down your trousers. You’d almost forgotten about the underwear. The second delicate, pink lace met Jisung’s eye, his jaw dropped, and he was gasping as if he’d only just finished his match.
“Is it… does it match?” Jisung asked, and you nodded. You hesitantly grabbed your shirt, yanking it up to show the pink balcony bra that matched your thong. Jisung looked like he’d seen God, eyes wide and almost comical with the way his soft cock was pressed against the sheets. He was looking at you like you hung the fucking moon. “I gotta FaceTime Minho. Can I? He’s gonna fucking die if I show him this.”
“Woah-” You jolted as Jisung reached over, grabbing his phone from the joggers at the end of the bed. You got a nice view of his ass as he bent over, peachy and with a cute little hole begging to be teased. Okay. You’d need to address that mentally later. “You can call him, but isn’t he working?”
“Yeah, but he’ll wanna see this,” Jisung mumbled. You watched him flick through contacts until he was phoning the other counterpart to your love triad, and it only took two rings for Minho to answer. “Minho. Look.”
You wanted to hide, exposed with your top pulled up above your tits and your core clenching around nothing. Jisung hadn’t even given Minho a chance to speak, but you could hear Minho’s sharp inhale of breath through the phone.
“You better not have fucked her, Sungie.”
“No, he- we didn’t have sex, Min, promise,” You said, urgently trying to make sure the other man wasn’t angry at you. Jisung flipped the camera around again, nodding solemnly at him. “He- he wants to, um…”
“I wanna eat her out, and I’m going to. You wanna see, hyung?” Jisung was cocky when he said it, waiting for Minho’s reply with a raised eyebrow. You were baffled - you could’ve sworn you’d never heard Jisung address Minho like that. Perhaps it was only a bedroom thing? Minho obviously gave his affirmation to seeing you, because Jisung handed you the phone. You were kind of hazy from the whole conversation, and you looked confusedly at the camera when it showed you and not Jisung settling between your legs.
“Hey, gorgeous. You look tasty,” You giggled at Minho’s words. He had glasses perched on his nose and his hair was pushed back, a casual grey hoodie over his shoulders. He was so fucking cute. “Wanna turn the camera so I can see Sungie eating that pussy?”
“Mm, yeah, okay,” Jisung was nosing over your underwear when you flipped the camera around, and you obediently kept it at an angle where Minho could see your tummy and your lace-covered core. He groaned when his eyes focused on the expanse of your skin, soft under the lighting of your bedroom.
“Sungie’s really good with his tongue, gorgeous,” Minho said, and you hummed. You’d never been eaten out before and you were on edge, thighs shaking. On Jisung’s phone, you could see where the camera had started to shake from your nerves and Minho’s hand had crept into his trousers.
“Min, I wanna see you,” You groaned, head falling back against your pillows. Jisung snickered between your legs, and then he was hooking his thumbs into your underwear, pulling them down. Minho shook his head, groaning at the sight of your swollen clit pressing against Jisung’s lips.
“You can see me another time, I need to see that pussy. Is she wet, Sungie?”
Jisung ran his tongue through your folds and you jolted, legs automatically spreading wider. The sensation was so intimate, so personal and so fucking hot. “She’s fuckin’ soaked, hyung. Tastes amazing,” Jisung murmured. Then, like a man starved, he was diving into your folds. His tongue drew zigzags along your slit, licking up the accumulated slick and letting it lube your clit when he got to it. Pouty lips wrapped around the little button and sucked hard, and you whined, hips bucking into his mouth.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” Minho asked, and you hummed, eyes fixated on the mop of dark hair between your legs. Jisung looked up at you, eyes round and blown with lust, and you felt yourself gush onto his tongue. Minho groaned, clearly feeling the effects of seeing Jisung’s eyes so dark. “Tell me how it feels, jagi. I want to know what he’s doing.”
Jagi? Oh God, you could die. “It’s- he’s licking my, um, hole, and then he’s licking my clit, and it’s- ah, ‘s so good, so good, never had this before, I-“
“No one’s ever eaten that sloppy cunt before?” Minho questioned, and you moaned, letting out a small confirmation. Jisung was ravenous, head bobbing as he let you ride his tongue with the bucks of your hips. “That’s a shame, jagi. You’ve got us now, yeah? Jisung loves eating pussy.”
“I do,” Jisung added, pulling away. Then, two fingers breached your entrance and Jisung was curling them up, rubbing right against your g-spot. You hadn’t even managed to reach this spot when you were alone, let alone with the one guy you’d slept with, and you let out a squeal, almost dropping the phone. Jisung hissed, kitten licking over your clit. “This pussy’s tight, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Minho’s voice was strained all of a sudden, and you watched as he threw his head back against his computer chair. “I can’t wait to fuck you, jagi. I can’t wait to fuck you, and I’m gonna- gonna fuck you raw, and-“
“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum if you keep talking,” You whined, thrashing around on Jisung’s fingers. He didn’t pump his fingers, only rubbing his fingertips against your g-spot and sucking over your clit. It was like he knew your body, playing it like it was an instrument until it made the most beautiful noise.
Minho groaned, and Jisung had the biggest grin on his face as he watched you get closer to your climax. “Yeah? You like the idea of me fucking you raw? Maybe- maybe I’ll fucking breed that cunt, yeah?”
“You’re kinda dirty, y’know, about to cum to the idea of hyung breeding you,” Jisung mumbled, but the look on his face signified he knew what he was doing. You clenched on his fingers and let out a stuttered breath, just balancing precariously on the edge of your orgasm. “Maybe I’ll fuck you raw too. Then you can have both of our loads dripping out of this cunt, yeah?”
That did it for you. The idea of them both taking you raw, fucking you until their cum spurts inside of you, both loads of cum - you wailed, sent headfirst into your orgasm. You had stars dancing all over your clenched shut eyes, the arousal leaking over Jisung’s fingers in the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had, including when you’d make yourself cum. Oh, well. You’d just have to come back for more.
When you opened your eyes, Jisung slid his fingers out of you with a wet noise, popping them into his mouth and sucking them clean. Heavy breathing directed your attention to Minho who still sat on the call, but now with his chest heaving and cum splattered on his hoodie. He grimaced, looking down at the fabric.
“Oh, no,” Jisung whined, staring up at you. You raised an eyebrow in question. “I didn’t even get to take your bra off!”
You giggled, kicking him playfully. “Are you a boob guy, Sungie?”
“Yes! Minho likes ass, I like tits. That’s why you need us both.”
You rolled your eyes. “I guess I can’t argue with that reasoning.”
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Your life was turning out to be a fairytale.
You hadn’t seen the boys for a week at that point, the night of yet another party. You insisted you weren’t going, but of course Hyunjin was Hyunjin and had roped you into the tightest skirt you owned and made you come. It was only made relatively comfortable by the fact you, Minho and Jisung had been texting in your recently made groupchat, and they’d be attending the party too. You could hopefully sneak away from the party with them, since you knew it wasn’t Jisung’s preferred scene either.
You pulled at the hem of the skirt, reminding you of the way you had behaved the night you first met your love interests. Hyunjin swatted your hands away this time, and Felix threw a pair of fishnet tights at your head.
“Put these on,” He commanded you. “Minho will go insane.”
He did, when you’d arrived. Felix and Hyunjin had made a beeline for the kitchen when you got to the massive house - which you now knew was Minho and Jisung’s, along with the rest of the football team. You’d wanted to psych yourself up a bit, get yourself ready to see the boys, but you’d come face to face with them as soon as you’d entered the room.
“Oh,” Jisung blurted, eyes trained directly on your thighs. Minho was engrossed in conversation with Chan, but when Jisung grabbed him by the arm to turn him towards you, his jaw dropped. His eyes scanned down your body, completely bypassing the skirt and fixating on your semi-exposed legs.
It had you staring at him, too. You had Jisung in a sexual context, but you were yet to see what was hidden between Minho’s legs. They were both dressed in tight leather trousers, Jisung pairing his with a sleeveless black blazer and nothing underneath. Minho, however, was in a sleeveless khaki tank top, and you thought your heart had stopped. You needed to take it off. He looked built underneath, now that you weren’t seeing him in his baggy football jersey or a comfy t-shirt.
“Oh,” You returned Jisung’s statement. Minho had tits, built pecs that deserved your teeth sinking into them. You couldn’t believe you were being such a pervert, but when you finally looked up at Minho’s face, he was smirking.
Jisung giggled. “Okay! I think we need to get you two upstairs. Lovely to see you, Hyunjin, Felix,” You watched Jisung nod at the two in greeting. The two bastards you called best friends were grinning, elbowing each other in glee as Jisung linked arms with you and Minho. You let yourself be dragged upstairs, and it took everything in you not to fall over drooling at the sight of Minho’s thighs in those tight trousers. When you arrived at their shared room, Jisung shut the door behind you, before staring at you and Minho with an incriminating look. “Are you two in fucking heat or something? Like, damn- oh. Okay.”
He was cut off by Minho throwing you against the wall, one hand yanking your hair back to force his tongue into your mouth. You whined, letting him dominate your lips with his own, and your hands came up to grip his biceps.
When he pulled away, you chased his lips only for him to reach up with one hand and wrap it around your throat, pinning you back to the wall. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck me,” You huffed, eyes flickering to Jisung. “Both of you. I haven’t drank anything, you stole me before I could.”
“Please don’t tell me you’re a brat,” Minho retorted, his nose nuzzling against yours as if he was about to kiss you again. He didn’t, only a teasing brush of his lips. “I’ve already got one bonafide brat to deal with.”
Jisung gasped. “Hey!”
Minho shrugged. “It’s true,” His eyes turned back to you, blown with lust. You could see his erection pressed against his pants, and you fixated on it, licking your lips. He chuckled. “Alright, gorgeous. I’ll be nice to you today. Get on the bed.”
You blinked, moving over to the makeshift bed. They’d pushed them together again, and you weren’t sure if they’d just left them like that after last time or if they’d done it tonight. Either way, you were pleased at the idea of you all curling up and sleeping together again.
“Sungie, c’mere,” Minho mumbled, and then in a scene that could have only come from your wet dreams, he was kissing Jisung. His hand was on the back of his head, and the other rested on his waist, pulling him close to kiss him deep and hard. It was filthy, and you squirmed against the sheets, pouting. You wanted to kiss Jisung too.
“Me next,” You blurted. Jisung pulled away, giggling, and then he was climbing onto the bed to loom over you.
“Greedy. I told you I like it when you’re bold, ‘s so sexy,” His lips met yours with a wet noise, tongue automatically pushing into your mouth. The way Jisung kissed always enraptured you - dirty, filthy and open mouthed always, whereas Minho was more precise. You liked the way they balanced eachother out.
“Sungie, you can fuck her first. I want to find out what she likes,” Minho commanded, joining the two of you on the bed. He managed to position you so your back was to his chest, and Jisung was in between your legs, crotch pressing against yours in those fucking leather pants. “I’m guessing you like me talking to you, gorgeous.”
“Yeah, ‘s hot,” You replied, shifting so your hips grinded up against Jisung’s bulge. Jisung sighed, moving to join you in the teasing push and pull. His shaft brushed up against your clit, and you could feel everything from his base to his cockhead. Even just dry humping him felt fucking delicious.
“She likes the idea of being filled up with cum,” Jisung contributed, his lips moving to suck marks into your skin again. He seemed to love doing that.
“My question is, do you like it rough? Would you want me to slap you around a bit, hurt you?” Minho said. His lips were brushing against your earlobe and you whined, bucking up into Jisung sharply.
“I dunno- I dunno, I’ve never tried it,” You admitted, and Minho hummed. Then, with a swift move, his hand was coming down to smack sharply onto your thigh through your fishnets. You gasped, and a gush of wetness flooded your panties. “Oh.”
“She liked that, I fucking felt it,” Jisung mumbled, hair floppy over his eyes. His lips were wet, and you grabbed his head and traced the pouty flesh with your tongue. His hands went up to your top, pushing it up and exposing your bra to both of the boys. Minho was helpful in unclasping it and dropping it from your shoulders. You felt like a doll, lying there surrounded by them both while they touched you all over. It was worth it for the look on Jisung’s face when he saw your tits, and then he was sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.
You were so on edge it didn’t take long for you to babble. “Oh, fucking God- Ji, Sungie, harder, suck harder, bite them-“
“Bite them?” Minho scoffed. “You do like pain, huh?”
Jisung’s teeth nipped at your bud teasingly, and you squealed, chest arching to meet his mouth. He pulled away, grabbing both tits in his hand and burying his face in between them. “These are magnificent.”
“I’m really happy for you that you like them, Sungie, but I think she might die if she doesn’t get anything inside that cunt soon,” Minho sighed, and you wanted to kiss him in gratitude. You really were about to die.
Jisung nodded obediently, and then he was giving Minho another chaste kiss before inching your skirt up your legs. He struggled with the tight material of it, before he finally got it situated at your waist, and then he couldn’t get the fishnets down. He was struggling, you could see that, and Minho reached over with a sigh and positively ripped the fishnets open.
“Jesus, Minho! They were Felix’s!” Minho shrugged, and then he took the extra, most annoying step and ripped the lace of your panties open, too. Jisung sat there slack jawed, palming his erection over his tight trousers when your pussy was revealed to him, glistening wet in the light.
“You’re soaking, my baby,” Jisung murmured, eyes fixated on your folds. You wiggled eagerly, making Minho pin your hips down. “Do you want my cock?”
“Yes! Wan’ it, wanted it since I saw it,” You whimpered, and Jisung grinned. You watched as he yanked his blazer off, revealing that tiny waist, and then you moaned when he pulled his trousers down and his cock sprang out. It was leaking for you once again, hard as a rock and he pumped it twice, moaning. “Stop teasing, Jisung.”
Minho leaned over, running two fingers through your slit before humming. “Jisung, fuck her. She doesn’t need any prep.”
“You sure, hyung?” Jisung looked at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want to hurt her.”
The way they were talking about you like you weren’t even there had more arousal burning in your gut. Minho just grinned, pinching your thigh again just to hear you squeak. “I’m pretty sure the pain will only make it better for her.”
Jisung nodded, and then he was positioning his cockhead at your entrance. You were wet, embarrassingly so, and he teasingly rubbed his cock against your slit a few times. “You still want it raw?”
“Please, oh my God,” You simpered, whining as his tip breached your hole. It was a stretch, but you loved the feeling of it, the large vein on his cock providing the best friction you’d ever felt. The hair on his pubic mound grazed your clit once you’d bottomed out and you gripped Minho’s forearms from where he sat behind you.
Jisung immediately started thrusting feverishly, his hair hanging over his eyes as he felt your drippy hole clench around him. You could feel yourself gushing, covering his pubic hair and his shaft with an embarrassing amount of wetness. You whined when Minho pinched your nipples, his chuckle shaking his chest where it pressed against you.
“Look at my greedy kitties, huh?” Minho cooed. Jisung whined in response, leaning down to suck more marks into your neck. You arched your back, trying to get more friction on your tits. “Fucking each other so desperately like that. It’s so fucking cute. Should I play with these?” He brushed his fingers over your nipples again, and you nodded eagerly, jolting when his fingers pinched the buds meanly.
“Hyung, ‘s so wet, oh my fucking God,” Jisung’s voice was high pitched, his eyes rolling back into his head. “You’re gonna fucking die when you get inside, I can’t- can’t handle it, I-“
“I think you’ve driven him pussy drunk, kitty,” Minho mumbled in your ear, making you giggle. “Is it good for you?”
“Hnng, yeah, he feels so thick,” You were sure you had a permanent, blissed smile on your face while you let yourself get fucked up into Minho. Minho grinned back at you, kissing your hairline. Jisung was drooling into your neck now, thrusts uneven but still feeling so, so good inside of you. “Mm, I want it deeper, please, Ji.”
“D-Deeper? Yeah, yeah, I’ve got you baby,” He nodded, pushing your legs up against your chest. “Hyung, hold ‘em. Please.” The ‘please’ seemed like it was added as an afterthought, but Minho chuckled and held your legs up anyway. You felt a bit disappointed his hands weren’t on your tits anymore, but when Jisung began to thrust again, it hit your g-spot incessantly with his quick pace. You whined, throwing your head back against Minho. The jolt of ecstasy that you’d felt when Minho slapped you was something you were absolutely desperate to feel again, however.
“I- I wanna be slapped again, please, Min-“
“My hands are busy, filthy girl,” Minho hummed. “Jisung. Slap her across the face.”
“The- the face?! Hyung, oh my God-“ Jisung looked wide eyed between you and Minho, but you didn’t miss the way his hands tightened on the bed sheets next to you.
“Slap me, Sungie, please. C’mon, I know you’ve got it in you, I know you want to-“ You were cut off with Jisung’s hand raising and slapping you clean across the cheek, and then you were cumming. You gushed around Jisung’s cock, wondering why it felt so, so wet all of a sudden, and Jisung let out a deep moan.
“You are a fucking menace. Greedy, filthy, oh my God, squirted all over my cock, like what the fuck?” Jisung whined, and you lifted your head up, looking down. You had, actually, and you’d had no idea. “I’m going to cum. ‘S too wet now, hyung, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum then,” Minho sighed. “But you better be eating that cum straight out of her pussy and letting her taste.”
You whined, nodding, and then Jisung was cumming. His hips stalled as he came, one long, drawn out moan falling from his pouty lips. You felt the warmth fill you up, and you looked up at Jisung with doe eyes. He pulled out, his cock softening, and you expected Minho to let go of your legs - he held you further up, instead, baring your gushing hole to Jisung’s mouth when he shifted down to stare at it.
Then, his tongue was licking through your hole with intensity, scooping up his own cum and holding it in his mouth. He leaned over you, and you let your tongue loll out of your mouth to accept the mixed flavours of you and him. It was so fucking dirty, but you could feel your pussy getting wet all over again. Just when you thought you were meant to swallow, Minho was pulling you back by your jaw and kissing you filthily, swallowing the taste of yours and Jisung’s cum. You moaned, shifting to move onto Minho’s lap and straddle those beautiful fucking thighs.
“Need you, now,” You murmured against his lips, licking along the seam of them. Minho smirked, before he was pulling your head back by your hair.
“I think I decide what you fucking need, don’t I?” He replied, eyes dark and staring into yours. Jisung snickered from next to you, sprawled leisurely and with a now-hard cock again. What the fuck? Did his refractory period not exist, or?
“You’re in for it,” Jisung chirped, and you blinked hazily.
“Are you going to be mean to me, Min? Haven’t even seen your cock yet,” You pouted, and Minho laughed, shoulders shaking. That answered your question.
“Why don’t you take it out then? Have a look at it, kitty,” He laid back, and you nodded. You felt a little silly, fishnets ripped all over, tits out and your skirt in a strip of fabric around your waist, but you didn’t care. Minho was looking at you like you were the best meal he’d ever seen. You shifted backwards, undoing his trousers and trying to yank them down his thick thighs.
Woah. That was the first thing you thought, looking down at the massive bulge in plain black boxers with a small amount of precum leaking through. Fucking big. Thick. You wanted to make grabby hands and throw a tantrum, but you held onto the last bit of dignity you had and pulled his length out of his underwear. Fuck. His shaft was flushed, long and thick, with a perfectly shaped mushroom head leaking small pearlescent drops all the way down onto the shaft. The dark, coarse hair was perfectly trimmed above his length as if he'd planned this. How could his cock be pretty too? No wonder he walked with such an air of confidence.
“I’m g’na sit on it,” You blurted, staring at his length. Jisung chuckled, and when you turned to him, he was pumping his cock again. Seriously, what the fuck?
“You’re going to do what I fucking tell you to do, kitty. Face down, ass up. Put your head by Jisung, c’mon,” Minho commanded you. When you moved to get up, you watched him rip the rest of his trousers off and pull his vest top off, exposing the expanse of his body. He was ethereal - dusky pink nipples on built pecs, and his arms were so fucking big when paired with the rest of his slight frame.
You flipped over nonetheless, trying to calm the panting breaths flooding from your lungs. Jisung spread his legs and let you rest your head on his thigh, only a few inches from his cock. Oh. That’s why Minho wanted you like this. Jisung grinned down at you, and when you tried to get his cock in your mouth, you were alarmed by the sensation of Minho’s cock pressed against your hole.
“Ready for me, kitty? Are you ready for me to breed this slutty fucking hole? I am going to be a little mean to you, you know,” Minho said, his tone low. You nodded, nuzzling against Jisung’s thigh affectionately. He returned it with a soft scratch to your scalp, one hand still pumping his cock. You watched the muscles of his tummy clench as he did so, humming in appreciation. They were both so sexy.
“Give it to me, Min, I can take it,” You murmured, and then he was bottoming out. He was longer than Jisung, hitting your g-spot with minimum effort from the position you were in, and you whined out, legs thrashing.
“I thought you could take it,” Minho scoffed. “You’re talking big for someone with such a tiny little fucking hole, huh?”
“I can take it-“
“Occupy your mouth with something else instead,” He interrupted you, and then he pointed at Jisung. “I don’t want to hear you whining, either. Legs up.”
Jisung’s eyes went wide. “Hyung-?”
“Do you want to make your Sungie feel good, kitty? It’s not fair he has to jerk off while watching his two loves fuck, right?” Minho cooed. His hips were slapping against your ass, making you gush and moan around him. You hated the way he sounded so unaffected while you were struggling to put sentences together. “There is something he really likes.”
“Yeah, y-yeah, I wanna make him feel good-“
Minho rewarded you with a slap to your ass, before yanking your head up by your hair. “Jisung. Legs up.”
Jisung obliged, pulling his legs up and apart. From this angle, you could see his hole, fluttering around nothing. It was as if he realised what Minho was planning the same second you did. “Oh, a-are you gonna lick me there, baby?”
“Mm, I want to,” You moaned, trying to escape Minho’s firm grip on your hair. “Min, can I?”
“Good kitty for asking,” He dropped your hair, moving his hand underneath you to rub your clit in precise circles. It heightened the pleasure tenfold, and you gasped, pushing your hips back against him. “That’s it. Fuck your hips back on my cock and lick his hole, fucking slut. Our slut, yeah?”
“Your slut, both of you,” You confirmed, nodding, before your head was delving between Jisung’s legs. He squealed as soon as you licked over his hole, something you’d wanted to do since you saw him grab his phone in your room. You let your ass bounce on Minho’s cock, his hand slapping your flesh every now and again and the other massaging your clit.
You realised very soon that you were going to cum for the second time, and you broke away from Jisung’s ass to look at Minho with pleading eyes. “Please, please, Min, m’close, need it…”
“What do you need, kitty? Do you need more?” Minho asked. You nodded, laving your tongue over Jisung’s balls and making him whine. You felt his hand move from your asscheek to trace his thumb around your second hole, making you jolt, until you were closing your eyes in anticipation. Minho chuckled. “Oh. You want this?”
“I- I’ve never…”
“It’s fuckin’ amazing. Hyung, finger her ass. She’ll love it,” Jisung contributed, and when you looked at him, his hand was pumping his cock again. You let your head delve down to lick over his asshole once more, with renewed fervour this time, and you giggled when Jisung moaned loudly. You were glad the party was still going on, music drowning out any noises that could fizzle from the room.
Minho slid his thumb into your ass, and you felt your legs tremble. Being filled like this was insane, his cock still bullying into your pussy and you couldn’t help but imagine it being the both of them - Jisung in your pussy, Minho in your ass, or vice versa.
“God, we’ll have to both fuck your holes at some point,” Minho grunted. The noises from your pussy were erotic, slapping wet noises and keens coming from your mouth, too. “That ass looks so fucking tight. Would you like that?”
You nodded, whining. “I want you both to cum in both holes, fill me up- oh, oh my God, I’m gonna cum, Min!”
“Ah, really? You want one of us in each hole? That’s fucking dirty, kitty,” Minho’s hand slapped your clit, one, two, three times, making you gasp and lean upwards to suck on Jisung’s cock. It made him jolt, and he pushed it into your mouth, groaning with a tight grip on your hair. “C’mon, then. I think you deserve to cum. You’ve been such a good girl, taking my cock like this, huh?”
You let yourself pop off of Jisung’s length, drooling on the tip. “T-Thank you! Thank you, Min, I’m gonna cum so hard, for you, for you both-” The orgasm exploded in a more full-body sensation than your last one, but you could feel your wetness leaking all down Minho’s shaft. It still pistoned in and out of you, lengthening your orgasm and making you squeal in delight. It felt like you’d been coming for about ten minutes straight, until Minho was leaning over you, pressing his chest to your back. Jisung was pushing your hair out of your face and still pumping his cock steadily, staring into your eyes.
“I’m gonna breed this fucking hole. Such a slut, letting me go raw,” Minho mumbled, almost to himself, hips making you shift up the bed. You took Jisung’s cockhead into your mouth again, sucking hard, and then he was jolting. “Cum in her mouth, Sungie. I’m going to fill up this fucking pussy, so perfect for me, molded to my fucking cock…”
You moaned when you realised you’d be taking two loads that night - probably even more from them both when the party was over - and then Minho was bottoming out, filling you up. It dripped out around his cock with the sheer amount of it, and when you caught sight of him over your shoulder, his ears were flushed a crimson red and his lips were parted, letting out a deep sigh. He looked gorgeous.
Unshockingly, Minho wasn’t at all talkative after he came, and he collapsed on you with an ‘oomph’, cock still inside you. He watched you jerk Jisung’s cock, and chuckled when Jisung whined and his toes curled.
“Need’a cum again,” Jisung moaned, his chest dewy with sweat. “Fuckin’ need it, hyung, baby, shit, please help me, I need more-“
In another brief moment of confidence, you kept pumping Jisung’s cock and sucked one finger into your mouth, slipping it into his hole beneath heavy balls. It only took one, two thrusts of your finger before he was gasping, and cum spurted out like a fountain over your fist. After you kept pumping steadily, he pushed your hands away with a whine from the overstimulation.
“That was…” Jisung spoke, chest heaving. “Jesus. So good.”
“I loved it,” You cooed, running your hand through Minho’s hair where his head leaned on your shoulder. “Minho, your mouth is fucking dirty, you know that?”
“I wish I could talk like that in bed. I get too shy, I just blabber,” Jisung admitted, and when you looked at Minho, his cheeks were burning the same shade as his ears. His eyes were flickering between you, and then he bit your shoulder softly, playfully.
“You’ll both learn!” He chirped, pulling out of you and walking over to get some towels from the shared wardrobe.
“C’mere. Cuddle time,” Jisung chirped, and you giggled, sidling up to his side with your head on his chest. He still had cum on the bottom of his tummy, and you still had cum dripping out of your pussy onto the bed, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even care you were still in most of your clothes. Minho did, however, and he groaned in exasperation with a white towel in hand when he turned around and saw you two.
Minho crept onto the bed, wiping your folds and then Jisung’s tummy. You both giggled when he kissed both your foreheads before tossing the towel onto the floor, cuddling in behind you. You were in the middle again - just the way you liked it. Minho ripped your fishnets the rest of the way off and somehow managed to get the skirt detangled, leaving you in just your top, now rolled down. You shifted onto your back, letting them both cuddle into your chest.
“I get too shy too. I just beg, apparently,” You murmured. “I wish I was better at talking. Inside the bedroom and outside.”
“Do you ever wish… that someone could fix you? Like, fix what’s wrong with you?” Jisung asked, eyes staring at the ceiling. “I always wished someone could fix the way I am. How awkward and shy I can get, and stuff.”
“I don’t want someone who’s going to fix me,” You said, head falling onto Minho’s shoulder. Jisung stared at you attentively, eyes wide. “I just want someone who’s going to hold my hand while I try to fix myself.”
Jisung looked at Minho. It was like two seconds of unspoken conversation, then he spoke up. “How about two people?”
Right, that’s what you’d wanted to ask.
“Guys, I wanted to ask… are we… dating, like all three of us?” You mumbled, twiddling your fingers.
“I thought we were, yeah,” Jisung responded quickly, kissing your cheek. Minho scoffed.
“I want to ask you both properly. God knows neither of you are going to ask me,” Minho pulled you both into him, and you turned over and sidled up to him obediently. His chest was still flushed, a blotchy rash on his skin from the intense bedroom activities.
Jisung, however, tries to push him away, resuming his position behind you. “Hey! I totally would have asked.”
“No you wouldn’t, and that’s okay,” He kisses Jisung’s forehead, and then yours. “I like both of my shy babies.”
