Queen Ari 👑

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[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

HUSH (M)

★  PAIRING: Johnny x Reader x Jaehyun

☆ WORD COUNT: 2.7k ~

★ GENRE(S): Smut

☆ SUMMARY: Requested ⭑.ᐟ You and Johnny fuck in the dorm that the other neos can hear and it gets them horny. You get up in the middle of the night and you’re insatiable so you fuck one of the other members.

★ ☆ WARNINGS: unprotected sex, slight degradation, mature, MDNI, 18+ 

☆★ NOTES: Request are now closed but this one was interesting so i wrote it. Thx for the request anonie hope you like dis one. also happy mothers day lol

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Your foot taps impatiently against cold concrete as you stand outside the front door, the glow of your phone casting faint shadows across your face as you send Johnny a quick text, telling him to let you in. He didn’t want you knocking in case it woke his roommates. After a few moments, the door swings open, revealing Johnny standing before you. He is shirtless and his sweatpants hang dangerously loose on his hips. His tousled hair is wild, like he just rolled out of bed, and he’s wiping sleep from his eyes.

"Did I wake you? Why did you make me come so late if you were asleep?" you whisper sharply, stepping over the clutter of shoes scattered across the entryway that belonged to his bandmates. Despite your effort to navigate carefully, you stumble over one of the sneakers with a yelp, and Johnny hushes you before a faint chuckle escapes his lips as he watches your clumsy antics.

You shoot him a mock glare, trying to look annoyed, but a faint smile tugs at your lips. Finally, you manage to make your way into his room. He closes the door behind you with a soft click, then immediately pins you against it, his body pressing into yours.

Without a word, his lips crash into yours in a fierce, silent hunger. His warm mouth devours yours insistently as you taste him and tangle your fingers into his hair. His hands grip your hips tightly before sliding to your ass, kneading and squeezing each cheek. A low moan escapes him as he deepens the kiss, his hands never stopping as they trail up your sides. They slip beneath the hem of your shirt, caressing your skin, exploring the bare flesh along your waist.

You throw your head back, the sudden thud of your skull against the door making you giggle softly. Johnny pulls away slightly, sending you a sharp, challenging glare.

“Do you want us to get caught?” Johnny scolds softly.

“Sounds like that’s your problem, not mine,” you shoot back with a smirk, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra in one swift motion. You catch your breath, adrenaline pounding through your veins.

“You're such an asshole,” Johnny mutters under his breath before he leans in to kiss you again. His lips are relentless as he devours you. It had been awhile since you two last hooked up due to Johnny's schedule.

You roll your eyes playfully, returning the kiss with just as much passion. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about the noise—your recent dry spell had left you craving this, and frankly, who cares if someone hears? Maybe, hopefully, they’d join in.

“Leave me dry for a month without even a good morning text? Am I really the asshole here?” you tease, voice husky.

Johnny’s lips find your neck, pressing gentle, teasing kisses. “I was busy,” he mumbles against your skin, frustration flickering in his eyes. He’s tired of the same argument—of hearing this over and over—and he cuts you off with a firm, possessive kiss. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer.

He presses his forehead against yours, breath hot and steady. “Jump,” he whispers the command against your lips. Without hesitation, you obey, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He wraps one arm tightly around your waist while his hand cups beneath your ass as he suddenly flips you onto the mattress. The bed creaks with your movements and the springs protest loudly beneath your weight.

You quirk an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “What happened to being quiet?”

“You never listen anyway. Fuck it,” he mutters, before covering your body with his. His lips find yours again, biting  at your bottom lip, igniting a shiver down your spine.

You smile against his mouth and use your feet to push at his sweatpants, shoving them down just enough before pulling him back into a heated kiss. Johnny kicks them the rest of the way off, his hands moving swiftly to strip you of your shorts. The room falls into silence—only the wet smack of your lips and the soft rustling of clothes as you both undress.

You were soaked already. You had been since the moment you walked through the front door and saw Johnny’s dick print through his sweats. He teased you relentlessly as he presses his hard length against the wet spot in your panties again and again.

You let out an exasperated groan, nails digging into the sheets as frustration bubbles up inside you. “Come on,” you mutter, voice edged with impatience. “You know what I came here for. Stop playing around.” Hiking your hips up, you press against him, grinding deliberately to make your point.

“Be fucking patient,” he chides you and his fingers trail down to rub your clit through your panties as he continues to take his time with you. Each time his hips meet yours it causes a slapping noise that echoes through the room.

You push against his chest, directing him to look into your eyes. Your gaze hardens. “You better fuck me before I find someone else to do it,” you threaten. 

Johnny's hips still instantly and his brows furrow into a fierce, hard line as he leans in. "Try me," he says, his voice low and dominant, pinning you with a harsh glare. 

You smirk back defiantly, choosing silence instead of words. You've poked the bear, now it was time to sit back and observe his reaction. The tension thickens as you both hold each other's gaze, silently daring the other to make the next move. 

Finally, Johnny groans in defeat, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs with impatient frustration.

His eyes flicker with irritation. "You're so annoying," he mutters, voice edged with exasperation. "Always running your mouth." He nudges meanly at your entrance.

He barely slips inside, stretching you around his thick tip before pulling back out. “You don't deserve to cum,” he says.

“Shh, the others might hear you,” you mock. 

I don’t fucking care right now,” he retorts. “Keep being smart, see where that gets you.”

You loved pressing his buttons, loved seeing that flicker of heat in his eyes, the way he couldn’t help but get riled up. Johnny wasn’t the perfect boyfriend. With his long absences due to touring and promoting, your relationship was often strained with missed calls and late nights. You weren't the perfect girlfriend. Maybe it was a little selfish to push him just to get a reaction, just to feel that spark between you but it was worth it. It got you attention and showed that he cared. 

“Hopefully fucked,” You respond as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer,  until his chest is pressed against yours.

Johnny buries his face in your neck, his lips brushing against your skin before he nips at your shoulder. “You asked for it, so don't even think about running.” 

He thrusts his length deeply into you, stretching you open making your walls squeeze tightly around him. He doesn't give you a second to breathe before he's pulling his hips back until only the tip remains before fully slamming back into you. His movements were rough as he set an unforgiving pace.

If the rhythmic slapping of your hips meeting again and again wasn’t loud enough, the continuous moans of pleasure spilling from your lips certainly were.

If the squeaking of the mattress and the headboard hitting the wall weren’t loud enough, then the grunts and groans rumbling from Johnny’s chest certainly were.

If the other Neos, their bodies heavy and exhausted after a long day of practice, had been asleep, they certainly weren’t now.

If you and Johnny weren’t so wrapped up in each other’s pleasure, you might have heard the restless tossing and turning coming from the other rooms. The furious sound of angry stroking as the others fist their hard cocks while they listen in jealousy. Some bite their pillows trying to muffle their pleasure while the rest cry out freely, your moans drowning out their own sounds. All they could do was imagine how you looked as Johnny fucked you into the mattress.

When you’re done, Johnny falls back against the mattress beside you, sleep quickly overtaking him as he wraps the cover tighter around his body. You quietly slip out of bed, rummaging through his dresser to find something to change into. With clothes and a towel in hand, you step out into the hall, heading toward the bathroom.

As you pass by, a door opens softly, and you catch sight of Jaehyun stepping out of his room. His ears immediately turn red upon seeing you. With what he just heard and your short sleep shorts leaving little to the imagination, he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes. You take the moment to rake your eyes down his body, appreciating his chest and abs as he stands before you in only his briefs. The tight fabric clung to him in a way that allowed you to see every detail of his dick print.

Jaehyun clears his throat, and the sound draws your eyes back up to his face. You tilt your head slightly. “What’s up, Jay?” you ask casually.  

“Nothing, I was just going to grab something to drink,” he replies, trying to sound nonchalant.  

You raise an eyebrow, noting the slight flush on his cheeks. “It’s pretty late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you say knowingly.

Jaehyun bristles and he shifts slightly. “I, uh… couldn’t get to sleep,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.  

You glance over your shoulder toward Johnny’s room, then back to Jaehyun with a sly smile. “A nice warm shower might loosen you up,” you suggest softly, trailing a nail up his arm before grasping his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re so tense.”  

Jaehyun's eyes are hazed over, as if he's forgotten he was talking to his member's girlfriend. Or was it his situationship? No one knew at this point. One moment you two were dating, the next you were just friends. All that was certain was that you belonged to Johnny.

He barely notices himself leaning into your touch, his hands instinctively raising from his sides to grasp your waist. Before he can touch you, you step back, heading toward the bathroom.  

“Night, Jay,” you call over your shoulder with a playful wink.

When you turn away, Jaehyun runs a hand down his face. What was he thinking? There’s no way he should be considering following after you. If Johnny ever found out where his thoughts had wandered, it wouldn’t end well. Yet, despite logic, his feet seem to have a mind of their own.  

He hesitates for a moment before twisting the bathroom door, which is already unlocked. Without thinking further, he slips inside, closing and locking the door behind him. The shower is already running and steam fogs up the mirror.

He looks down and notices your clothes discarded in the middle of the floor. You're just behind the shower curtain, naked and wet. He can imagine the droplets of water dripping down your body.

Before Jaehyun can talk himself down and turn around, he strips himself of his briefs. They fall into the pile of clothes and he walks towards the shower, length hard against his stomach. He pulls back the curtain to find you washing up, you don't jump in surprise, you just bring a finger to your lips reminding him to be quiet and you make room for him in the shower. 

He steps in behind you silently, hands instinctively gripping your hips, pulling you back against his chest. You feel his hard length pressed up against your ass as he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your shoulder. Your neck was already littered in hickeys so you don't mind the new ones that Jaehyun give you. You hum quietly as his hands begin to wander, massaging soap into your breasts as his length slips between your thighs. The moan he let out was pathetic and longing as he appreciated the softness of your thighs.

Yor spread your feet apart, effectively taking away the friction your thighs provided and urging him to fill you up. You were well over the teasing tonight, he was either going to fuck you or get out.

Jaehyun notices your impatience and he obliges, knowing he needs to get out of there quickly. If any of the other members saw him coming out of the bathroom with you, his chances of keeping this secret would be over. Depending on who it was, he’d either be blackmailed for the rest of his life or subjected to a stern lecture that would end with him having to confess everything to Johnny. 

He’s certain the others are awake. After the show you had put on earlier, he doubted anyone could sleep through it. 

He thrusts into you not wanting to waste anymore time. You moan out unabashedly and Jaehyun is quick to press a hand over your mouth. “Uh uh, not with me,” he whispers in your ear. “Shut up.”

You smile against his palm, and suddenly Jaehyun hesitates, second-guessing whether this was such a good idea. You were nothing but trouble, and he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into. But it was too late now—he had already crossed the line, he might as well enjoy this moment while it lasted.

His hips pick up speed as he thrusts into you. He tries his best to keep his strokes shallow, not wanting the sound of skin on skin to echo in the small confines of the bathroom but you're not having any of it. You throw your hips back onto him, and he slips in deeper as you fuck back against him and he has to muffle his groans.

If anyone walked by, they would probably just think it was Johnny and you going at it for round two. But if Johnny himself happened to walk by? Jaehyun cleared his head of the anxiety and guilt, choosing to  focus on the way your walls gripped his dick. 

“You feel so fucking good,” he moans.

“What would Johnny think if he found out his best friend enjoyed his girlfriend's pussy?” you tease.

“Don't tell him,” Jaehyun whines, shaking his head. He can’t help the way his balls tighten and his dick twitches at the statement though. His brows furrow in pleasure despite how wrong all of this was.

“Then make it worth my while,” you smirk. 

One of his hands drops down to circle your clit and your eyes roll back into your skull as your legs begin to tremble. Jaehyun presses your chest against the tile as he rams his hips into you over and over again not caring about how loud you two were being. The way your cunt sucked him in and squeezed his dick completely fogged his brain.

His other hand was gripping your left ass cheek, spreading it apart as he watched himself disappear between your folds. He bit his lip at the sight as he studied how your greedy cunt swallowed and stretched around him. He could see how hungry you were and suddenly he didn’t feel so bad. If Johnny couldn’t keep you satisfied he would have to.

After another sharp thrust your cumming and soaking his cock in your release. You shudder as his hips continue seeking out their own pleasure. 

He cums shortly after and when he pulls out he's hit with the reality of what he's just done. He just fucked his best friend's girlfriend and from the look on your face, it wouldn't be the last time.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆ Day 12 of fluffmas ❆˚⋆ ˖ ݁𖥔 .

Old crush!Johnny and your family dinner party!

(cw: f!reader)

dividers from estrelinha-s

a/n: I got this idea from this prompt list from writerthreads and went a little overboad! Wooooo! Happy Christmas Eve! (I will be stuffing my face with tamales tonight)

You loved your family, of course you did, you loved the holidays, you loved the meaning, the closeness, the warmth, the ambiance, everything about the season, but you hated being home. You hated being in the town that you tried very hard to keep in your past, but this year you couldn't convince your family to spend the holidays with you instead.

It's not that the town was awful or that you had horrible memories of being there, it was just that it reminded you of times that you weren't fond of. There were the friends that didn't keep in touch and made you feel alone, those friendships that they kept with each other and not you. These people who talked nicely to your face but always seemed to have something to say behind your back despite you keeping a low profile.

When you finally moved away for university, it felt like the world opened up for you. You made friends who were genuine, who wanted to maintain a friendship, you spent your days having fun and making memories that made you a better person. After getting your degree, you just decided to stay. You loved the city and you were able to get a job that you actually liked. So you had no reason to go home.

Until now.

You sit on the same couch your parents have had since you were a kid, sipping on a glass of wine while your cousins catch you up on their lives. You keep in touch with your family, so nothing they tell you seems new. You don't feel too bad when your mind starts drifting off to memories you made in this house, in this town.

You remember childhood friends, running around with your cousins, holidays spent excited to open presents, and weirdly— the face of your last and strongest crush in high school comes to mind, Johnny Seo.

During your last year in high school, you both shared a chemistry class. It was pure luck that you two ended up in the same group, especially given that the other two kids in your group never tried or just never showed up to class.

It felt nearly impossible not to fall for Johnny. He was funny, he had a great personality, he was smart, and competent. When you both texted each other, he was the same way, flirty even. Maybe you were naive to think that the crush would become anything more, that he would ask you out, and that he'd become your boyfriend. You were hopeful that it would, so you revealed your crush! Over a normal afternoon doing homework together, you built up the courage to tell him you liked him and he went completely silent.

You retreated into yourself and hid from him, refusing to answer any texts or even look at him while in class. A week later you heard that he had started dating a girl on the basketball team and you had begged your teacher to switch up the seating chart. You didn't talk to Johnny again after that.

You and your family were all seated at the table, plates piled high with steaming hot and delicious looking food. When your fork was half way to your mouth, the doorbell rang, making your brows furrow softly. Your family was already here, who could it possibly be?

"Oh! Our special guest. Everyone just wait a second," your mom smiles, nearly jumping from her seat to run to the front door.

There's soft mumbling, words you can barely hear as your mom helps her surprise guest make a plate. She emerges first and then you nearly choke on your drink because behind her stands Johnny Seo himself.

From the last you'd heard about him, he'd gone to a university on the other side of the country. You had assumed that he'd gotten engaged and likely married to his high school sweetheart and you forced every memory of him out of your mind. You didn't want to remain hung up on a guy from high school who you never even dated.

He smiles at everyone at the table waving hello, with his free hand as your mom carries his plate to the only empty seat at the table, the seat across from you.

"I ran into John at the grocery store yesterday and he told me that he was going to be spending the next few days alone while his parents traveled back home. Since we were doing our holiday celebrations a little earlier this year with everyone's plans, I figured it wouldn't be a problem. You and John were friends back in high school, weren't you, honey?" Your mom explains, her gaze meeting yours for her question.

You blink, forcing a nod and your eyes away from Johnny, right to the faces of all your cousins who stare at you with wide eyes. This is your cosmic karma for never coming home, a reminder of everything you tried to move on from.

You manage to keep quiet while everyone eats, barely contributing to the conversation, and not even hearing anything actually said, especially not the updates your family asks from Johnny.

It's not until you start walking all the dirty dishes to the dishwasher that he corners you in the kitchen. "Hey, it's been a while hasn't it? You're not still ignoring me after all these years are you?" Johnny asks, making you freeze.

"I'm not ignoring you, it's just an unexpected and uncomfortable position to be in. I didn't expect to see you," you reply softly, keeping yourself busy with the piles of dirty dishes and utensils.

"That makes sense," Johnny nods, helping you load the dishwasher despite not being asked, "you look good."

You scoff under your breath, "you can't say stuff like that."

"And why not?" Johnny asks with an arched brow.

"Aren't you married or something? Happy wife, happy life? Gaggle of abnormal tall kids and a perfect dog or something?" You ask, standing to your full height and crossing your arms across your chest.

He holds back a laugh, "who told you all that?"

You shrug, hating the smug look on his face as you busy yourself with rinsing a baking dish, "I assumed."

"Yeah, I can gathered that," Johnny chuckles, reaching across the counter to shut the tap off, effectively drawing your attention, "if you're still thinking about high school me or anyone associated with me back then, you have no reason to. That girl I dated didn't last past prom at the end of the year. I'm not married, not engaged, not even dating anyone and I don't have any dependent living being to take care of."

You nod slowly as your brain processes his words and you feel that familiar flicker of hope rekindle in your stomach just like it did for all those homework sessions all those years ago, "okay... so why should that matter to me?"

"It doesn't have to, but I'm hopeful. I've come back home countless times since moving away and a part of me hopes I see you every time, but I never do. When I finally saw you tonight, you made me feel like a happy kid again even though you didn't even look at me," he explains.

"A month before everyone started going off for school, I came to your house. I was coming to tell you that I liked you, but of course, you'd already gone off to start an early summer session," Johnny adds.

Your breath catches in your throat, "but I... I told you how I felt and then you dated someone else. You didn't even like me back."

"I was a stupid kid who couldn't handle how overwhelmed with emotions I'd never felt before. I did like you back and I didn't even realize until I was the idiot who dated someone else to convince myself that I felt something for someone else. I was a kid, I was stupid, and I regret it even though it's been over a decade. I'm sure you've moved on, but I'd like to apologize for how horrible I must have made you feel and I'm sorry if my being here drudges up any unwanted memories," he tells you earnestly.

You let out a watery laugh, wiping away a tear that you hadn't even realized had been there, "is it stupid if even after all these years I haven't fully moved on? I think a part of me will always have a crush on you."

"If it's stupid of you, then I'm stupid too," Johnny laughs with you, passing you a napkin.

He meets your eyes, "can we try this time? For real. I'd do anything, long distance, different time zones, messed up sleeping schedule— whatever you asked of me."

You smile up at him shyly, "fine, let's try."

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[jiuchip]

ꪆৎ friendly fire || choi jiung & hwang intak

➻ pairing | jiung x reader x intak ➻ synopsis | you’re tired of being the center point of this never ending tug of war you didn’t sign up for. when things get overwhelming with intak and jiung persistently vying for your attention at your new year’s party, you decide to put an end to it with a little friendly competition.

➻ details | nsfw (MINORS DNI), smut, m/f/m, some m/m, intak & jiung don't like each other, jealousy, tension, kissing, meandom!jiung, switch!intak, switch!reader, oral (f. rec), fingering, choking, dry humping, coming in pants, power dynamics, orgasm control, edging, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, everyone starts off very mildly drunk, race against time, porn with very little plot ➻ length | 10.5k

➻ requested by @mellownorth! 𓆩⟡𓆪 note || this is my early new year's gift to you <3 PLEASE LEAVE ALL SENSE OF LOGIC AT THE DOOR thank yew

You’ve been feeling it all night. The weight of their stares. You’ve been feeling it since the day you met them but it feels particularly suffocating tonight.

Jiung and Intak are good friends of yours; sweet and kind and always there to lend a hand. But man are they obvious about their not-so-friendly feelings about you. It’s not just you who’s privy to their affections and their quiet competition; the rest of the band and everyone in your circle of friends have noticed the simmering tension between the two of them whenever it comes to you.

You can’t lie, you like the extra attention, the extra favours, and the extra flattery both of them pay you. But it gets to a point where it’s a little bit unbearable, especially with their offhanded sniping at each other and you being stuck in the middle trying to mediate. You’re feeling the pressure of their hovering and their lingering gazes even more tonight, on a night that’s supposed to be fun and free.

So to ease your slowly fraying nerves, you might have taken a shot or two faster than you should have that sent your head spinning. You’re not drunk from them but you can definitely feel the effects as you stumble your way to the kitchen to escape the crowd, to escape them.

But of course, like an emotionally attached puppy, one of them trails in after you.

“Hey,” Intak says, a little louder than necessary, probably from being a little liquor-loose. “You okay?”

You brace yourself against the kitchen counter with both hands and take a deep breath in before smiling at him over your shoulder, a little too wide to be genuine. “I’m okay! Just needed a little break from out there. Might’ve taken that second shot too quickly.”

“Oh!” He says, immediately springing into action. “Let me get you some water!” He rummages through cabinets to find a glass for you in such a hurry like it’s of the utmost importance that you’re tended to.

You watch him as he so earnestly fetches you the water, a little pout of concentration on his lips. It’s sweet of him, and really, you can’t find yourself staying too upset in his presence, not when he’s making sure you’re taken care of. Especially not when he’s aiming that cute little smile at you as he hands you the glass.

“Thank you, Taki,” you say as you take the glass and he beams like the sun. One of your favourite pastimes is to figure out all the ways you can get that smile out of him, which really doesn’t take much from you, but the most effective way is calling him by that nickname. It endears you, makes you warm all over to be the subject of that smile. You find yourself smiling back at him over the glass as you sip on the water.

“So…” He slides himself closer to you, standing with his back against the counter as he looks down at you with that same grin. “You got any New Year’s resolutions?”

You put the glass on the counter and look up at him, mirroring his position. “Hm… I have one,” you say and he leans in to hear you better. You lean in too then whisper it to him like it’s a secret. “I don’t want to be single next year.”

His eyes practically light up, and you feel a little cruel for possibly stringing him along, but he just makes it so easy for you to poke at him. He’s cute, very cute, and you can’t help but want to play with him in a fond sort of way. You like Intak when he’s on his own. It’s just when the other one is around that he becomes a bit of a problem.

“Oh, that’s cool,” he says, throwing in a little shrug to come off as nonchalant as possible. You have to hold in your snort. “Any prospects in your sight then?”

“There might be” you say, bumping your shoulder to his. “Why?”

He immediately flusters, cheeks tinging pink. “Just curious!” He says and clears his throat when it cracks midway, cheeks going aflame. “You deserve a good guy. So you know, I just wanted to know if you have, uh, one of those…”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “You just want to know if it’s Jiung, don’t you?” It’s not confrontational, you just want to tease him a little, see how much he’s willing to admit. You’ve never failed to see right through him.

He blinks at you, jaw going a little slack at being so bluntly called out. “I…” He looks like he’s about to argue against it but then thinks better. “Well, is—?“

Like the devil being invoked with the call of his name, Jiung’s voice cuts in before Intak can finish. “What about me?”

You curse internally. You shouldn’t have said his name.

You turn to see Jiung at the doorway, watching you both with an unreadable expression on his face and twirling a beer bottle in his hand. He’s wearing a black formal shirt with thin white stripes tucked into black jeans. You’re not used to seeing him in more formal looks like this, but it suits him quite well, you think. It accentuates the commanding sort of vibe that you’ve learned to associate with him.

The air immediately shifts as Jiung and Intak lock eyes, and it almost feels like you’ve stopped being the important thing in the room, like you’re not even there anymore for a stilted moment. You take a deep breath to prepare yourself for what is sure to be another charged, uncomfortable spar of unspoken words.

“Nothing,” Intak says, standing to his full height. Something you’ve noticed he does more often whenever Jiung is near. Must be a testosterone thing, you figure; asserting dominance with his advantage in height.

Jiung saunters in casually, eyes lingering on Intak with a thin veil of heat under his gaze as he makes his way to your other side. Then it shifts to you and he gives you one of those warm smiles of his that have always done wonders to wind you down. You return the smile, feeling the effects of it already.

This is a position you find yourself in too often these days; caught between the two of them.

“Drink?” Jiung asks, holding the lip of his beer bottle up to your mouth with one of his ringed hands. Hands that you sometimes find yourself trying not to leer at. Hands that he knows he has to his advantage, if the little smirk on his lips is anything to go by when he sees your eyes lingering there a little too long.

Before you can respond, Intak is cutting in to answer for you. “No, she’s already had enough.”

Jiung’s eyes flit up over your head to look at Intak and the warmth behind his smile is immediately undercut by the cold in his gaze. “I think she can answer for herself.”

“What, are you trying to get her drunk?”

“That’s immediately where your head goes? I was just offering her a drink.”

You lower your head, sighing in exasperation. If you don’t cut this off now you’re in for an even longer night.

“And I told you, she’s—“

“Guys,” you cut in, voice raised an octave higher.

They immediately silence and you feel both pairs of eyes bearing down on you. You could get upset, scold them both for tiring you out with their catfighting the past few months, but a part of you loves the attention and you don’t want to do anything to jeopardise it.

You look up at Jiung and give him one of your disarming smiles that has the ice immediately melting away. “I’m okay, but thank you for the offer.”

“Told you,” mutters Intak petulantly. You put your hand on Intak’s elbow and he immediately mellows out too, leaning subconsciously into your touch.

You peel yourself away from the counter to stand in front of them, to escape the thick wall of tension they carry between them whenever you’re in the picture. “Actually,” you start, basking in the way they hang onto every word from your lips like you’re spewing prophecy. “I think I’m gonna go to my room and rest for a while. Take a bit of a break from socializing.”

You hope that they take the hint to leave you alone for a while but it’s almost amusing how they understand the complete opposite and jump at the opportunity, rushing to reach your side. The amusement trickles away when, once again, you’re caught between their crystal veneer of icy disdain.

“I can take her up,” Intak says just as Jiung tells you, “I’ll take you.”

Your eye twitches, and it's not from the late hour or the alcohol.

You can sense them rearing to start up another argument so you place your hands on their chests, the touch settling them down like a silent command.

“Why don’t you both take me up?” You offer because you realize there’s really no way out of this. Your careful grip on your calm demeanor is slowly slipping and you really don’t need things blowing up on what’s supposed to be a fun party to end off the year. You should play the good hostess and do what it takes to prevent that, even if it’s at the risk of your own sanity.

Surprisingly, they relent, though not without another ‘subtle’ glare shared between them over your head. They both go to place a hand on your lower back but accidentally brush against each other so they quickly divert with Jiung’s hand pressing higher against your back and Intak’s going respectfully lower. You’re not sure if you want to laugh or roll your eyes.

“Come on.” Intak urges you forward and the three of you make the climb up to the second floor, away from the noise and the people.

It’s silent through the trip to your room. Neither of them detach from you as you make your way to your bed until you take a seat at the foot of it, at which they reluctantly let their hands slide off. They don’t move away though, they just hover by where you sit, seemingly in a silent conversation with each other if their shifting eyes and twitching expressions were anything to go by. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re trying to convince the other to leave.

“Why don’t you both sit?” You ask instead, patting the bed on either side of you. Maybe you can magically convince them to be comfortable with spending time with you at the same time so you don’t have to live with any more awkwardness; you could do with a New Year’s miracle.

Their response to you, as usual, is immediate. They slide into the spots not bothering to leave any space between them and you, but at least they’re behaving and not barking at each other like very unthreatening dogs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in your room before,” Jiung says, glancing around before tilting his head towards you with a cute smile. “It’s very you.”

“Very pretty,” Intak adds smoothly with an equally cute grin, bumping his shoulder into yours.

Despite it all, you find yourself charmed by him, as always, and bump your shoulder back to his. “You flatter me.”

Jiung scoffs, ‘hiding’ his distaste behind a forged smile. “There he goes again,” he says, teasingly, but you can hear the condescension behind his words. “Flirting with anything that smiles at him.”

Intak doesn’t look miffed for a change; he looks cocky as he leans forward to look over at Jiung with an equally feigned smile. “Are you mad I have game?”

“No, but I suppose your game doesn’t come with decorum, does it?” Jiung fires back easily.

“Guys—” You try to intercept again but your plea falls on deaf ears this time.

“You wanna talk about decorum?” Intak asks, his smile now more of a scowl. “How about not butting in where you’re not concerned?”

Jiung’s smile twitches into something more dangerous, heated with warning. “How’s Suni by the way?” He pivots away, says that name dripping with vitriol. “You talked to her tonight yet? I think she was looking for you earlier.”

You couldn’t care less about who Suni was but Jiung seems all too satisfied with himself when Intak turns a shade paler. Intak turns to you and opens his mouth to defend himself but you’re pushing yourself up to your feet.

“Guys!” You snap, facing them with a glare. “I swear, if I have to bring this into the New Year with me, I’m going to blow both of your brains out and then my own.”

That shuts them up. They blink owlishly at you, shocked at your sudden outburst. You’ve never been pushed to the point of shouting at them before but you really don’t think you can take another day of tiptoeing around this.

You take a deep breath to get a handle on your tone. No time like the present to get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is, you think to yourself. “You both want me right?”

They both look taken aback by the question, scandalized almost. “How’d you know?” Intak asks earnestly, like he hasn’t been overtly flirting with you and trying to ask you out without asking you out for the past three months.

“You can’t be serious right?” You raise your brow at them. “You’re the two most obvious idiots I know.”

When they start avoiding your gaze and squirming, looking equally chastised, you sigh and take your seat between them again. “Look,” you start, then pause to pick your next words carefully. Your eyes shift to the clock which reads a little before 11pm, and you remind yourself that you really don’t want to drag this issue into the New  Year with you, a year you promised yourself would be all about solutions and not problems. So, you make an executive decision. 

“You both want me?” You wait for an affirmative nod from both of them before continuing. “You have over an hour until the New Year. Figure it out by then or neither of you will see this room again.”

You’re not even sure what it is you’re proposing, but you’re just praying they’ll come to some sort of solution on their own. And if this chases them away from you, you can just find a new plaything next year.

They stare at you, trying to figure out what exactly you’re proposing. When they come to some sort of understanding, they start sizing each other up and you’re getting the creeping suspicion that you’re gonna have to clean blood off the floors if you don’t intervene.

“Punches allowed?” Intak says, pulling off his baby blue sweater to reveal a white tee, leaving his tan and toned arms exposed. You try not to stare but you don’t think he’d mind so you do it anyway.

Jiung rolls his eyes as he starts rolling up his sleeves, pale, veiny forearms joining Intak’s arms for your viewing pleasure. “How else would we do it?” He snarks. 

You snap yourself out of your leering when the words register in your head. “No!” You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. “Nothing bloody or violent.”

You’re met with more silence as you search the ceiling for some sort of divine intervention and when you lift your head again, you’re met with the sight of them having another one of their silent conversations. But this one doesn’t seem to be an argument.

You nearly flinch when they both turn their heads to you simultaneously after some time, fixing you with a calculating look that is eerily similar to each other; one you’ve seen both of them wear when they’re trying to figure out a new track together.

“It can be physical though, right?” Jiung asks, leaving you to wonder what he’s getting at.

“Just nothing violent?” Intak adds, tilting his head. 

You shrug, just glad that they seem to have come to some idea of a solution. Whatever gets the job done. “Sure.”

“Alright then,” Jiung starts. He turns his body so he’s sat facing you, Intak mirroring him on your other side. “You’re going to choose.”

You shake your head no. “If I had a favourite I would’ve chosen by now.”

“Then we’ll just have to convince you, won’t we?” Intak says with a crooked half smile that promises trouble.

You’re not sure if it’s the fading buzz from the alcohol making your body warm up or if it’s the way they both leer at you with a heat in their eyes hungering for victory and for you.

A breath leaves you like it’s been punched out of your lungs when you realize the direction this is heading. But you can’t find a bone in your body that wants to reject it.

“Before we start,” Jiung says, not doing anything to hide the way his eyes rake over your figure. You feel fire licking through your insides under his scrutiny. “How many drinks has everyone had?”

“One,” Intak answers, eyes focused on yours in heated interest. 

The air has shifted with something heavy and electric, one you find yourself wanting to suffocate in for a change.

You swallow, holding yourself still so you don’t squirm under their gaze. If this is where the night is headed, you don’t plan on making it easy for either of them. Not after all the headache they’ve caused you. “Two,” you say. “Might as well be just one where I’m at now.”

“One,” Jiung says with an approving nod. His eyes are just as, if not more, intense as Intak’s when they catch your gaze as it shifts from Intak’s.

“How does this work?” Intak asks, and you have to rip your eyes away from Jiung’s alluring hold so you can think clearly.

“You’re going to convince me who’s more… skilled. I decide who does what best,” you say the first things that come to mind. “Whoever wins more takes the cake. We’ll figure it out as we go.”

You try to appear as unaffected as you can but the prospect of what might be unfolding is exciting you in ways you haven’t been excited before.

“Good,” Jiung says. “Then we’ll start with—“

Jiung doesn’t get a chance to finish before Intak pounces. He grabs your jaw and pulls you to him as he crashes his lips to yours in a hard, searing kiss. Jiung’s curse fades into the background as you feel yourself melting into Intak’s plush lips, sighing as you kiss him back with a languid vigour.

Intak isn’t having that though; he slides his hand into your hair to keep you in place as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, demanding more.

It’s a little scary how quickly you feel yourself giving into him. You don’t get much time to relish in the way Intak takes you whole with just a kiss before there’s another hand on your cheek, pulling you away only to be met with a new pair of lips, one that’s slower and more sensual against you.

This one is intoxicating in a new way; it’s careful and searching rather than taking but no less heated. Jiung’s lips are thinner but soft as they press to yours in a hypnotic rhythm.

You make a soft noise as Jiung’s hand slides down to the base of your neck, just holding you there as he kisses you. You can feel your body growing needy with each second that passes.

You feel Intak’s inquiring hand on your thigh, squeezing gently as a reminder that he’s still there. You feel his exhale against your ear as he noses into your hair, breaths running shorter with his impatience.

“C’mon,” he mutters when Jiung doesn’t relent and then pulls you back into him with his hand back on your jaw.

You nearly get whiplash at the sudden change of pace with Intak’s insistent lips back against yours. Jiung’s don’t leave you completely though; he mutters another curse at Intak before he trails hot, wet kisses down your jaw then down your neck where his hand is still pressed while Intak tries to devour you whole.

You feel dizzy with all the sensations running through you, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of it’s that you’d rather be nowhere else than right between them, a thought that would’ve made you laugh in the face of it mere minutes ago.

Intak’s tongue suddenly prodding between your lips has you gasping, giving him the opportunity to slip right in. You accept him with a soft moan, your hand clutching onto the sheets for support as you feel yourself crumble under his lips.

Jiung doesn’t let you forget him though. He squeezes against the base of your neck for a short moment that has you reeling, before he slides down the shoulder of your dress with his other hand so he can attach his lips to the exposed expanse of your skin. He lets the hand around your neck feather down your figure, a touch that’s light but already has you squirming under it.

You hear, and feel, his low chuckle against your shoulder as he trails his warm hand back up, sliding against your thigh, up your stomach, then up to your chest where he stops and kneads your breast.

The sudden sensation has you pulling back from Intak’s lips with a gasp and Jiung doesn’t waste the opportunity to capture your lips back with his. You’re not sure what’s left and right or what’s up and down anymore with the back and forth but gods is it thrilling.

“Asshole,” you hear Intak mutter bitterly before he attaches himself to your neck, all teeth and tongue.

Jiung barely pulls back enough to retort, “Fair game.” You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he continues to work your mouth open to take his tongue. His hand stays on your chest as he circles his finger over your clothed nipple, working it to a stiff peak that he then tugs at between his fingers. 

You whimper into the kiss, arching your chest further into his touch and he gives it another squeeze before sliding his hand down to your lower stomach, just letting you feel the heat of him through your thin dress.

All while Intak trails his lips back up your neck, up your jaw, and trails to your lips that are still against Jiung’s before stopping right at the edge of where you’re connected. He nips impatiently at your jaw when you don’t turn to him. You relent with a chastising hum, too tongue tied (literally) to say anything, and pull away from Jiung to turn to kiss Intak instead.

“You’re just hogging her now, cheater,” Jiung grumbles but Intak doesn’t bother responding, too busy licking his way back into your mouth.

You’d nearly forgotten what this was all for, but none of it brought you nowhere near a clearer decision. Intak’s kiss is mind-numbing but Jiung’s hand is head-spinning in its own way as it trails and caresses over your body before it settles against your thigh.

Your hands are clenched into the sheets at your sides, too afraid to wander into the lion's den that was Intak and Jiung’s rampant hunger. Your legs press together to soothe over the rapidly growing ache in your core, a move that isn’t missed by Jiung as his hand presses into the flesh of your thigh and yanks your legs back open.

“Dirty girl,” he breathes right into your ear before he lets his tongue trace the shell of your ear.

You whimper, a sound that is swallowed right up by Intak’s unrelenting tongue as it basically fucks itself into your mouth.

You’re not sure when it happened but you only become aware that Jiung has snuck his hand up your dress when you feel fingers prodding against your clothed core, right over the growing wet patch on your panties.

You rip away from Intak’s lips with a loud yelp when Jiung’s finger brushes over your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” Jiung growls, pressing against the spot again that has another sharp spike of pleasure climb through your body, leaving you jerking against the touch. “She’s so fucking wet.”

Intak, who’s dazed from the kiss, snaps back into himself and fumbles to shove his hand up your dress to feel for himself but is quickly stopped by Jiung who grabs his wrist and pulls it back.

“Not yet,” Jiung snaps. You whine a little that the hand is gone, already missing the stimulation. You try to chase for more by subtly rolling your hips down and grinding against the bed for some form of pressure, but then Jiung is grabbing your thigh again and lifting it up so you can’t anymore while shooting you a sharp look. “Not so fast, darling. Gotta let us know how we’re doing, don’t you?”

You curse under your breath, foolish to think you were fully in control of a situation where Jiung was involved. You lick your lips, a motion that both men latch onto as they wait for your answer. You take a few breaths to steel your mind back to focus.

“Kissing goes to Intak,” you start. Intak turns to Jiung with a self satisfied grin, but you continue before he can get a word in. “But Jiung’s better with his hands.”

Despite the way Jiung’s lips tick up into a momentary smirk, he looks unsatisfied.

“So no one’s in the lead yet?” Intak asks, pouting now. It’s even more adorable with his kiss-swollen lips.

You shrug, feigning nonchalance as you lean back onto your elbows. “You still have—“ you glance at the clock, “—fifty minutes. Plenty of time to change my mind.”

Jiung smiles down at you as his hand finds your thigh again. “You said I’m good with my hands,” he starts, that dangerous heat in his eyes returning. “Let me fuck you with them?”

Your thighs twitch to clamp together at his lewd words but his iron grip on your leg doesn’t allow them to.

“What the hell,” Intak cries. “What about me?”

Jiung turns to glare at him. “You’ll get your turn.”

Their attention falls back to you when you shuffle up the bed to lean back against your mountain of pillows.

“Do what you need,” you tell them, trying to come off as unbothered (even though they both clearly know otherwise) and they’re immediately climbing up to join you. You knew your queen-sized bed would come in handy someday.

You can see that both of them are already hard and straining against their jeans but neither of them pay any mind to it. Their sole focus seems to be on you and you can’t say you’re complaining.

Intak is eager as he shucks your dress up to your waist, revealing your navy lace panties damp with arousal, a sight that has both men pausing and momentarily short circuiting. Then Jiung’s hands are reaching for them and yanking them right off of you and then Intak is shoving your legs apart.

“Fuck.” You’re not sure who whispers it but you see Jiung grabbing himself through his jeans, squeezing himself as his eyes lock right onto your gushing heat. Intak looks no less affected as he stares, licking his lips and swallowing down a quiet groan.

You feel both thrilled and too exposed, a confusing feeling that has you wanting them to just get on with it. “Well?” You prod, shuffling to sink a little further into your pillows.

Jiung snaps out of it and moves forward, seating himself in front of your parted legs but angled enough so that he could still show off to Intak who’s still in a daze as he settles down behind Jiung to keep an eye.

“You’re into this,” Jiung teases as he slides two fingers over your slick folds, feather light and avoiding your clit. “Aren’t you?”

Your legs twitch at the first brush of his fingers and you have to fight not to buck up into the touch. “I don’t think any self respecting woman wouldn’t be,” you mumble as you struggle to keep your voice steady.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says as he swipes his fingers between your folds, firm enough for his fingers to come back with a string of slick connecting to your core.

You want to curse at him for deliberately skipping over your clit but he looks too enamoured by the slick that coats his digits. “Don’t tease,” you warn, though the situation isn’t really in your hands anymore.

Jiung seems all too aware of his advantage as he just smiles devilishly at you. “None of that,” he chides, before letting his middle finger press through your folds and circle teasingly around the outside of your entrance.

“You’re not winning yourself any favour with this,” you try to warn again through laboured breaths. You want to reach down and shove him in or do it yourself if you have to. You hate how much you’re already affected by just a few teasing brushes.

“I think I know what I’m doing,” he says, his deep voice dripping with conceit as he lets his finger tease you for another agonizing moment before he’s pressing it all the way inside in one smooth slide until you can feel the cold of the ring around his finger against your folds.

You gasp, your walls clenching down on his finger that’s long and slim and reaching inside you so deep. He keeps it still in there, lets you writhe for a while before he shows you mercy and then he’s pulling it out all the way and then pushing it back in, starting to pump it in and out of you in a slow rhythm. But it’s enough to feel like everything after all the build up, enough to have you clutching your sheets and breathing heavily.

You see Intak clutching himself over his jeans in a vice grip as he watches Jiung’s finger work in and out of you, the lewd sounds of your slick coating the way in and out the only sound along with your mingled breaths.

Soon, it’s a second finger, and then a third one at that same, torturing speed. His movements are sharp and precise, aimed to bring you as much ruin as possible with each motion. “She just takes me right in,” Jiung mutters as he watches in awe with how quickly your walls accommodate his third finger. You’re not sure if he’s talking to Intak or just himself. You don’t have the mind to pay attention when you’re heaving and whimpering with every brush of his cold rings against your folds each time his fingers sink all the way in.

“Please,” you mumble, your hips bucking up involuntarily in search for more. Your neglected clit throbs with no reprieve. 

“Could probably fuck her right now, no problem,” Intak mumbles, still palming himself through his jeans, denied from relieving himself any further by Jiung for the sake of the game. The game that you wouldn’t play a part in if you knew it would lead to being tortured like this.

You don’t know what it was, whether it was your plea or Intak’s words, that seems to snap Jiung’s patience, and without a warning, he’s fucking his fingers into you at a fast, relentless pace.

You scramble for purchase, your body thrashing at the sudden onslaught of sensation. “J-Jiung!” You yelp, your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts with a mind of their own.

Then he crooks his fingers just right, hitting that spot inside of you, and you feel your body seize up like a taut band, ready to snap any second—

—and then he’s ripping his hand out of you and you cry out at the loss, collapsing down on the bed in a crumpled, gasping mess.

You look up at Jiung in shock, in betrayal, in anguish. “What the fuck?” You snap, but you feel like sobbing, your body crying in search of that denied payoff. You try to clamp your legs together to give your clit some stimulation but Jiung is holding your legs apart, denying you once again.

“Can’t cum just yet, doll,” Jiung says with a smirk that you’d really like to slap off his pretty face. “Wouldn’t be fair to Intak, now would it?”

Intak reanimates when he hears his name and shoves Jiung out of the way so he could take his place. You scowl at Jiung’s too proud face as he settles beside Intak, who’s staring at your core like he wants to devour it whole.

Jiung notices and quickly interjects. “Fingers first,” he says in a patronizing tone that has Intak bristling and glaring at him.

“I know what to do, shut up,” he snaps. Then he’s laser focused on you again and you wither under his intense gaze. You don’t have to plead with him before he’s prodding at your core and bumping against your clit, albeit a little clumsily, but it pools a satisfying heat in your gut so you’re not complaining.

Your legs lock up as he starts to circle your clit with his thumb, sending shocks of pleasure through your body as it finally gets some stimulation. The gasps that leave your lips would normally find you embarrassed but you can’t find yourself caring right now. But then that pressure is gone too fast and instead he’s shoving two fingers inside of you, shorter than Jiung’s but thicker, and pumping them into you at a fast pace right off the bat. Your body trembles from the sudden change, breathy moans spilling from your lips with every thrust of his hand. 

“She’s so wet,” you hear him muse through your haze. He shifts his hand so that the heel of his palm presses against your aching clit with every thrust and you think you might just combust.

But the rhythm is choppier and he can’t quite pinpoint that spot inside of you so it makes the climb up to your peak slower and more frustrating, but the stimulus to your clit along with the rapid in and out of his fingers helps you get up there and you get so close again, right to the edge before Jiung cuts in.

“Not yet,” he says, voice rough with arousal as he watches you gush around Intak’s fingers.

You let out a frustrated cry when Intak pulls his fingers out of you, your body quivering at the loss.

“Poor baby,” Intak coos mockingly before he brings up his slick-coated fingers and slides them into his mouth, sucking them clean off with a satisfied hum. “Taste so sweet.”

You cunt throbs pathetically at the sight. 

“Well?” Jiung says, bringing your attention back to him. “Who was it this time?”

You scowl at him, the one who’s denied you twice now, but the one whose fingers you’re craving to have back inside of you. You don’t want to admit that though, not after he’s tortured you like that. 

Jiung sees your inner turmoil and grins. “Don’t lie, pretty. It’s just gonna be your loss in the end if you do.”

You take a deep breath. How could you keep forgetting?

You face him with a faux saccharine smile, though the way your body still tremors surely undercuts the effect. “It’s you, Jiungie,” you say in a voice that’s just as sweet and just as taunting.

You immediately regret it when his expression shifts with dark glee. You don’t even get time to process what’s happening before he’s shoving his way between your legs, pushing them apart with his hands, and burying his face into your heat. He’s lapping through your folds and flicking his tongue against your swollen bud, before he attaches his lips harshly to your clit

It’s at once that it all comes rushing back and this time it doesn’t stop. It comes and it comes and it comes as you clamp your thighs around his head, push his face further into you with your hand in his hair, and frantically grind your clit against his laving tongue.

Your orgasm slams through you, your body seizing up and your mouth falling open in a silent scream as you feel wave after wave of white hot pleasure roll through you. You’re not sure how long it lasts before you fall back against the bed, heaving and shaking as Jiung licks you through your high and pulls you back down to earth with his fingers digging into your thighs.

You push at his head when the pleasure turns to overstimulation as he keeps licking at you, too brainless to say anything as you lay there and gasp for breath from the intense orgasm.

You’re brought out too quickly from your bubble of bliss by Intak’s seething voice. “What the hell?”

Jiung sits back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking all too pleased with himself. “Hm?”

“That was cheating!”

He quirks his brow, leaning back on his hands as he watches you, admiring the state that he’s left you in. “How so?”

Intak flounders for a moment before he glares at him. “Obviously she’s going to favour you for that, you let her cum.”

Jiung just shrugs, like he couldn’t be bothered since it’s not his problem. If you weren’t still floating out of your body, you might have cut in to mediate. But you’re not sure your voice works right now.

“If you’re so good with your mouth,” Jiung says as he shuffles out of the way. “Make her cum again on your tongue.”

Intak keeps Jiung under his ire for a moment longer than you think is necessary, quietly cursing him with his eyes. But he takes to the challenge, shifting his focus back to you.

You squirm under his gaze. “Can I get a minute?” You ask, your breaths slowly evening out.

He lowers himself down to you, laying on his stomach as he pries open your legs again. “I don’t really want to wait,” he admits, hovering over your cunt.

Your hips jolt when his breath brushes over your clit as he speaks, even just that small sensation overwhelming your sensitive nerves. He catches that and grins, his eyes dropping down to the slick mess that Jiung left behind. He leans closer, and just to be a little shit, blows right against your clit and gets you jerking again, a strangled yelp escaping your lips.

“So sensitive,” Jiung comments teasingly from where he’s sitting at the corner of the bed, brushing his thumb over the outline of his boner through his jeans.

Intak doesn’t take his eyes off of your cunt as he scolds Jiung to, “Stay out of it,” before he’s turning his head and pressing his lips against your inner thigh.

You take a shaky breath at the heat that spreads up to your core when he nips at the sensitive flesh there. The heat grows with each kiss he plants as he makes his way up but stops just before he can make contact with your twitching cunt and switches over to pay the same attention to your other thigh. He buries his lips in the nook between your inner thigh and pelvis and bites the flesh there, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your overworked clit.

“Taki,” you mumble, feeling yourself already growing needy again under his ministrations.

Intak makes a noise in the back of his throat at the nickname. “Still need a minute?” He asks cockily into the side of your folds. He’s doing everything just to give you something without giving you anything and you’re starting to feel that tension in your gut return.

You card your hand through his hair gently which gets his eyes to flit up to yours. You hold his eyes with yours, give him a small smile, then you grab a fistful of his hair and tug sharply.

Intak’s eyes roll back as his mouth falls open in a deep moan, the reaction going straight to your head and making you dizzy. He blinks his gaze back to you when you loosen your grip, but his eyes are left a little dazed. He holds your eyes for a moment, his tongue flicking out to lick his lower lip as he reels himself back, his cheeks reddening. 

He looks sheepish for a moment. But then he's using his thumbs to pry apart your folds and he’s leaning in and dragging the flat of his tongue firmly against your cunt from the base all the way to your clit, his eyes rolling back again. The taste of you gets a guttural groan from him and you feel the bass of it against you, your hips jerking away from the touch to your overstimulated clit which leaves like a burn. But that doesn’t stop Intak; one taste wasn’t enough and he won’t stop until he’s sated.

“So good,” he mumbles before he buries his tongue between your folds, licking up the slick that’s starting to gather pool with whatever was left from before. He moans into you and brings your thighs over his shoulders as he continues to drink you up. “S’fuckin’ good.”

Your breaths are harder to keep in as you involuntarily buck up into his mouth, trying to push away but chase for more at the same time. You squirm where you lay at the onslaught of sensations, all sharp breaths and whimpers. Your eyes fall onto Jiung who’s watching where Intak is burying himself into you with dark eyes and his palm digging onto his hardened length. You’re not sure if you’re too pleasure drunk but you think you see his eyes on Intak rather than where he’s mouthing at you.

Your attention is brought back to Intak when his lips attach to your swollen clit and you feel the rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue against it. You cry out, your hand digging harder into his head, pushing him farther into you but he seems all too eager to suffocate himself in your cunt.

The burn is fading from pain to pleasure now as Intak continues earnestly sucking at you. You can see through the fog that he’s starting to half heartedly grind himself into the mattress, a sight that sends your head spinning for a moment. He detaches from your clit with a final flick of his tongue before he diverts to your entrance, licking up the fresh wave of arousal that’s pooled there. He groans at the taste, the vibrations from his tongue sending you squirming. “Taste so good,” he groans again before he digs his tongue inside and starts to fuck you rapidly with it in single minded focus, his eyes falling closed as he gives all of himself into it.

You roll your hips in tandem with his tongue, fucking yourself up onto it with your thighs clamping against the sides of his head. A moan rips out of you when you feel the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit with every movement, and that’s what starts to bring your next orgasm barrelling through you in mere moments. It comes faster than you expect, quicker than the first, rushing through you before you can prepare for it.

“Intak!” You yell as you come, your upper body springing up off the bed as your climax rips through you. Intak tries to press himself even further in as he licks you up, not letting a single drop slip past him as you gush onto his tongue. Your hand stays buried in his hair as you grind up against his face while he grunts and moans as he drinks you all up and brings you through your high.

You collapse back down, gasping for air as your thighs release his head, and your hips start to buck away from him as you teeter into overstimulation again. Intak slowly detaches from you with a soft kiss to your aching clit, rising up on his elbows.

And the sight of him— cheeks flushed, mouth covered in your slick, and eyes dazed and far away as he stares at your twitching folds like he had genuinely gotten drunk off the taste of you— has you clenching around nothing.

You feel yourself freeze when his eyes flick up to yours, hunger still rampant behind the haze as he pants for air.

Then he’s looking away from you and back at Jiung, who’s watching Intak a little stunned with his mouth slightly agape, his hand still tightly grasping himself through his dark jeans. He bristles out of his stupor when Intak looks at him, a red tinge flushing over his pale cheeks.

“How’s that for good?” Intak asks cockily, voice rough like he’s the one who went through it.

Jiung blinks and steels his expression to an unreadable, neutral one. “Not for me to decide, is it?” He says as he glances up at you.

It takes a second for you to catch on. Intak sits back and you press your legs together, sitting up and shuffling back further to sit against the headboard. You try not to wince and tremble as you do but you’re still feeling the tremors of the aftermath and it doesn’t get past Intak and Jiung as they watch you.

“So?” Jiung urges. “Who is it?”

You glance between the two of them, chewing on your lower lip. “Intak gets that one,” you say, and Jiung surprisingly doesn’t seem affronted by that, rather nods like he’d been expecting it.

Intak grins but it doesn’t stay for long. “Wait. That makes us tied again.”

You swallow, nodding. “I guess it does.” You try to convince yourself that you’re not just prolonging this for your own pleasure; but when you think harder, you really can’t choose who you prefer. 

“Well the only thing left is for us to fuck you,” Jiung says and Intak’s eyes light up again.

“Nope,” you say immediately, ignoring the way your core pulses in interest at the thought of having them, both of them, inside you. Letting them both have you wouldn’t solve your problem, no matter how tempting it is; it might just make things worse. You can’t even imagine the chaos that might ensue if you had to split your time for both of them while also keeping them satisfied.

Intak nearly whines. “What? How else are we supposed to keep going then?”

“I could use four fingers this time,” Jiung offers.

“Nope,” you say again, smiling a little at their growing frustration. Your smile widens as an idea comes to you, one that’s probably taking things a little too far and probably unfair, but one that’s far more tempting than having both of them. “I have an idea.”

Jiung narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t trust that smile.”

“You probably shouldn’t.”

Intak groans, reaching over to tug impatiently at your ankle. “Just tell us.”

You tilt your head, letting your eyes rake over the both of them, pausing on Jiung as a smirk plays on your lips. You can’t ignore the way you noticed Jiung watching Intak, so really, you wouldn’t be completely over the line proposing this, even if it was largely for your own entertainment. But they seem willing enough to do what it takes for you and it’s just too tempting to not take advantage of that. Well, that's what you’ve already been doing so far. What’s a little more?

“I want to make this a little more interesting,” you say, smoothing your dress down to cover yourself up. “Whoever can make the other cum first, wins.”

The next few moments are silent as they stare at you, trying to make sense of the words that have just come out of your mouth. You try to smother your smirk but fail, thrilled and satisfied with the way they’re both left speechless. If this is a battle between them both, what better way than to settle this by defeating the other?

When the proposition finally processes for Jiung, he glares at you. But you don’t miss the way the red on his cheeks deepen to a crimson. “What kind of idea is that?”

You shrug, your smirk pulling into a wide grin. “A fair one. If you want to back out, you can. But that means Intak wins.”

Jiung’s scowl deepens. Intak blinks rapidly as it seems to finally click for him. But he doesn’t complain like you expected he might have; he just goes silent as he turns his head to stare at Jiung.

They’re in another one of their silent conversations but the air feels charged with something else now, something heavier.

Jiung’s jaw tightens as his gaze hardens on Intak, warning. “Don’t,” he says quietly.

But Intak’s eyes only fall to Jiung’s lips, tongue flicking over his own subconsciously. The motion gets Jiung’s attention and his expression falters just a little. Intak catches that and takes the opportunity, lurching forward to grab the collars of Jiung’s shirt and crush their lips together. Jiung’s hands fly up to clutch Intak’s wrists, tensing up all over under Intak’s grasp.

You can only watch with bated breath as Intak pulls back to look down at Jiung, an unrelenting fire in his eyes as he waits for some sort of response. When Jiung does nothing, he shuffles over to settle on Jiung’s lap, straddling him.

Jiung swallows as his resolve cracks a little more, looking up at Intak with a look that’s more conflicted now, hesitant and like he’s having to control himself. You don’t miss the way his Adam’s apple bobs with a rough swallow, the way his blush climbs up his ears and down his neck, the way his fingers dig into Intak’s wrists but don’t push.

“C’mon, hyung,” you hear Intak whisper, shifting to align his hips right above Jiung’s. He glances over to the clock on the wall, the one you probably should have been keeping a closer eye on. “We don’t have much time.” You can’t be bothered to check the clock to see if that’s actually true, your gaze is glued to the scene playing out in front of you, in your bed, like some sort of fucked up fetish fantasy come to life.

Jiung takes in a sharp breath and parts his lips to let it out as a quiet grunt, his brows furrowing in concentration. It’s that stubbornness in him that’s taking rein in spite of what he actually wants, what he seems to crave more now than anything.

But then Intak is rolling his hips down in a pointed grind and all resolve is thrown out the window as Jiung crashes his lips to Intak’s in a hard, demanding kiss.

Intak fights back just as hard, because it’s more of a battle than it is a kiss, and Jiung moves one hand to dig into Intak’s hair before pulling hard. 

Intak whimpers as his head is yanked back, exposing the expanse of his neck that Jiung immediately wraps his free hand around to squeeze and cut off blood flow.

You’re left breathless when Intak seems to immediately crumble under Jiung’s hands, letting out a choked moan as his eyes roll back, lips parting with ragged breaths. Like they’re disconnected from his thoughts and any sense of control, his hips buck frantically against Jiung’s like he’s doing anything he can to prolong every bit of pleasure rushing to his head. 

Jiung seems just as taken aback with how quickly Intak submits under his touch, but that shock quickly shifts into hunger, hot and eager as he grinds his hips up, making Intak let out another needy whine.

“Fuck,” Jiung breathes before he’s letting go only to push Intak onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling him and grinding his cock right down onto Intak’s boner.

Intak yelps out in pleasure. “H-Hyung!” He gasps, his hands scrambling to find purchase on Jiung’s hips as Jiung rewraps his hand around his throat, holding him down as he repeats the motion in hurried, unrelenting movements.

Jiung looks unbelievable; his brows pinched with concentration, his jaw working over grit teeth as he tries to fight against the grunts slipping through his own lips, the thin sheen of sweat clinging to his skin and giving him an unearthly glow. His eyes are impossibly dark as he focuses on Intak’s face, drinking in every little reaction he’s getting from the boy, the very one he’s been spitting fire back and forth with for months now, reduced to nothing but a whining, writhing mess under his very hands.

Intak looks just as unreal; his face completely blissed out and twitching with every shock of pleasure, eyes glazed over and teary as they look reverently up at Jiung, plush lips parted as he pants, his own hips bucking up pathetically but being overwhelmed by Jiung’s stronger ones, being pressed into the mattress by them as he’s helpless to do anything but take it all for once with no space to fight back.

You’re breathless as you watch them, the sight and sounds of their breaths and moans making you heady with another wave of arousal, an even stronger one this time around. You have to clamp your thighs to relieve that throbbing that’s persisting in your core.

Intak suddenly scrambles to grab onto Jiung’s arm that’s holding him down by the neck, making pathetic little whines as his body trembles and jerks under Jiung. You can tell by the panicked look in his eye that he’s nearing the edge and won’t last much longer.

Jiung doesn’t miss it; he never misses anything. “What’s wrong?” He asks, tone taunting, emphasizing it with a hard grind over Intak’s cock. His voice is rough and gravelly through laboured breaths, a sound that goes right to your core. “Where’s your fight, Taki?”

Intak whimpers and thrashes under him, a small tear hanging precariously off the corner of his eye. “P-Please!” He pants. 

“Please what?” Jiung scowls, tightening his hand around his throat that has Intak’s jaw dropping and eyes rolling back. He laughs coldly at the pathetic whine that Intak lets out when he loosens his hand again. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you watch while I fuck her.”

Intak lets out a grunt of protest, seeming too blissed out and overwhelmed to form words anymore. His nails dig into Jiung’s exposed forearm, whether to brace himself or as retaliation, you don’t know.

Jiung seems unphased as he leans down to whisper into his ear, but you catch the words regardless, and the command in his voice nearly has you reacting.

“Just as long as you just come for me.”

The next moment seems to pause in frame as Intak goes completely silent and his body freezes up. Jiung takes the opportunity and rolls his hips down, hard, and that has Intak wailing as his entire body jerks so hard that it nearly has Jiung toppling off. But Jiung stays planted on, doubling down and rocking Intak through his orgasm as the boy practically sobs through it, trembling with it before going completely boneless, his arms dropping at his sides, his jaw going slack as he pants, his eyes going faraway again, the tear at his eye finally making its way down.

All Jiung can do is stare down at Intak as he slows to a stop, his hand loosening around his throat but staying put. The only sound is Intak’s ragged breaths, Jiung’s deep, stable ones, and your stuttering ones as you try to keep ahold of your sanity.

You watch as Jiung watches Intak, savouring the state of mess he’s left him in. Then Jiung’s eyes are snapping up to yours and you nearly flinch from the intensity of them. His gaze is everything Jiung encompasses— calculating, authoritative, demanding— but dialed to eleven.

His smile is wolfish and downright terrifying as he commands, “Dress off, sweetheart.”

You find yourself complying without a second thought, slipping your dress off with limbs that don’t quite feel like yours. Jiung’s hands are on you within seconds and he’s throwing you down onto your stomach with rough and hurried movements. You perch yourself up to your hands and find that you’re facing where he’d left Intak laid out at the foot of your bed.

Intak is blinking slowly like he’s regaining consciousness and then looking at you, eyes still faraway as he watches with growing interest.

You don’t get much time to worry about him before you feel Jiung’s hand sliding up the length of your spine, warm and rough with use against your bare skin, before stopping between your shoulder blades and pushing down. You follow the guide of his hand, bracing yourself down on your elbows as you arch your hips up to him.

You feel filthy in this position, nerves crackling hot up your spine with anticipation and a bit of fear in tandem. But you find yourself feeling like you belong just like this, right now, for Jiung. It was well earned anyway.

Jiung’s hand slides back slowly, drawing out a shaky breath from you as he unhooks your bra along the way before he’s holding your hips, yanking you back into him so that your exposed core slams against the hard arch of his clothed cock.

You whimper when you feel the pressure of the rough fabric against your sensitive folds, immediately pushing your hips back to grind your clit against the denim, the roughness providing delicious stimulation.

Jiung tsk’s behind you as he pulls his hips back from you. “Impatient,” he mutters but then you’re hearing him undo his belt and zipper and then you’re feeling the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, hot and heavy and pulsing against you as he collects slick. A deep groan escapes him at the contact, the sound reverberating in your skull and intertwining with the pleasure-induced fog.

“Looks like you are too,” you mutter despite your own eagerness as you try to push back again and hook him inside you.

He takes a sharp breath and grabs your hip with one hand, roughly pushing you away. But then he curses to himself and gives in, no doubt pent up from, well, everything, as he shoves himself inside your warm walls with a strained curse, burying himself to the hilt in one go.

Your gasp at the stretch of him, long and curved, as he grinds himself as deep as he can go. You clutch at your sheets, your breath stuck in your throat as you adjust to his size while he struggles to keep himself still with both his hands like iron on your hips.

He plasters himself against your back, grunting into your ear. “Still so fucking tight.” One of his hands comes up to slide under your bra that you didn’t bother to slip off and just hangs loosely off of you, grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing hard.

You whine at the sharp pain, your walls clenching down on his length that gets another strained grunt out of him. He latches onto your neck with his mouth, breathing roughly into your skin.

“Jiung,” you whine as he tugs at your nipple with his fingers and leaves biting kisses down your shoulder. You rock your hips back, your core burning, pulsing, craving for stimulation. “Move.”

He chuckles lowly into your neck and rocks his rips once, the slightest of movement. “Like that?”

You drop your head with a frustrated groan. “Seriously?” You snap. “How are you still being a teasing little shit?”

You should’ve learned your lesson by now not to provoke him if you want things to go your way. But after everything tonight, all the edging and the stringing along and the waiting, you just wanted this one simple thing; to be fucked right. But you regret your words when you feel his arm snake around your throat and he’s straightening up on his knees, pulling you up with your back plastered to his chest, his cock shifting inside of you at the new angle.

You scramble to raise up with him with a panicked gasp, bracing your hands on his forearm and pushing so he doesn’t choke you with his tight hold. You squirm in his grip, his satin shirt rustling against your back at the movement.

“What do you think, Taki?” You hear him say beside your ear. “Should I give her what she wants?”

Your eyes snap down to meet Intak’s which are already looking up at you with rampant attention. It’s only then that you notice that he’s already straining against the dark spot on his jeans again.

He takes one look at your pleading gaze and breathes out shakily, putting a hand over himself and palming down. “Yes,” he answers with a ragged voice.

Jiung hums and squeezes his arm around your neck, your hands doing nothing against his strength, as he whispers in your ear. “Your lucky day.” He presses a deceptively soft kiss to your ear before he’s roughly pushing you back down to your elbows and grabbing your hips again. 

You don’t get the chance to thank the heavens for Intak before Jiung is pounding into you hard enough to have you nearly bucking into Intak with every rough thrust, his tight grip on your hips keeping you from toppling out of his control.

You scramble for purchase, one hand finding the sheets and the other finding Intak’s arm. Your moans are fucked out of you along with every other thought in your brain as Jiung carves himself into your pulsing walls, going harder with every frantic thrust.

It’s not long before he’s got you teetering on the edge with every push of his cock against that gummy spot inside of you. Your face is pushed against the bed with Jiung’s hand holding your head down, your bleary eyes locked onto Intak’s as he desperately fists himself, when you hear a loud wave of cheers sounding from the ground floor.

Jiung plasters himself against your back again, bringing one hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pushes you right to the edge.

“Happy New Year, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, and then has you toppling over the edge, bringing himself right down with you.

You’re left there boneless and dripping with Jiung when you see from the corner of your eye as he and Intak share a secret smile, leaving you to wonder distantly through the fucked-out haze if maybe you’d fallen into a trap you didn’t realize was laid out from the first hello.

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Johnny Suh x Reader (smut)

Johnny teaches y/n about sex and maybe they break the rules and catch feelings anyways.

WC: 6.8k, Unprotected sex, oral sex, handjob, loss of virginity

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The house was buzzing with music and laughter, the kind of sound that usually made Y/N feel included, safe. But tonight, it only reminded her how far removed she felt from it all. Everyone was dancing, drinking, flirting. She was twenty-four and had never really done any of that—never had a boyfriend, never had sex, not even a crush that had stuck longer than a week.

She took another sip of her wine cooler and laughed weakly at something her friend said, nodding like she was present. But she wasn’t. Not really. She felt far away.

“Hey.” A familiar voice dipped low behind her. “You okay?”

Y/N turned and looked up—way up—into the face of Johnny Suh. Towering, tatted, hot as hell. Every girl she knew had at least once whispered about his back muscles, his cocky grin, the rumors. He’d dated around, sure. But somehow Johnny had always been easy to talk to. Safe.

“Yeah,” she said too fast. “Just tired.”

He tilted his head, unconvinced. “You’ve had, what, half a drink? You’re flushed.”

“I’m not drunk,” she mumbled, sliding her cup onto the counter and looking away. “Just… you know when it hits you that you’re kind of behind in life?”

He blinked. “Behind?”

Y/N gave a breathy, self-deprecating laugh. “Never had a boyfriend. Never had sex. Never even had a proper crush since, like, college. Meanwhile, everyone here’s got exes and crazy stories and heartbreaks.”

Johnny frowned. “You’re twenty-four, Y/N. That’s not—”

“I’m scared,” she admitted, cutting him off. “That I’m gonna meet someone I really like and I’ll be totally clueless. That he’ll… I don’t know. Notice I have no idea what I’m doing.”

There was a long beat of silence. She glanced up to see Johnny blinking slowly at her, something unreadable flickering behind his dark eyes. He was quiet long enough that she laughed awkwardly and stood up straighter. “God, sorry, that got really personal. I didn’t mean to dump that on you—”

“I’ll do it,” Johnny said suddenly.

She froze. “…What?”

He looked serious, but his voice was low, gentle. “If you’re worried about not knowing what to do, let me teach you.”

“Johnny—”

“I mean it,” he said, stepping just a little closer. “We’re friends. You trust me. I wouldn’t… I’d never make fun of you for that. But I could show you what you like. What feels good. What to expect.”

Her mouth went dry.

He watched her carefully. “Only if you want it. You say no and it never leaves this conversation.”

Y/N swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding, the kind of nervous excitement she hadn’t felt in years. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he said, tilting his head. “You’re sexy as hell, Y/N. You think any guy’s gonna care about a number? They’ll be lucky to have you.”

Her cheeks burned. But for the first time in a while, it wasn’t from shame.

“…Okay,” she said quietly. Then stronger: “Yeah. Okay. I want that.”

Johnny raised his eyebrows. “Yeah?”

She nodded, and then—on instinct—threw her arms around him.

He laughed, strong hands coming to rest on her lower back as she clung to him. “Shit. Alright, then.”

She pulled back, smiling bashfully. “I should go home.”

“I’ll drive you,” Johnny said, still a little dazed.

And twenty minutes later, as he sat alone in his car outside her building, staring at the steering wheel, he muttered aloud to himself, almost stunned:

“…Did that actually just happen?”

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Johnny hadn’t meant to say it. Not really. Not out loud.

But the words had left his mouth before he could second-guess them, and now here he was—alone in his car, engine off, head tilted back against the headrest, heart pounding with more adrenaline than it had during his last sparring match at the gym.

“Let me teach you.” What the hell was that?

Y/N had always been a little different from the rest of the girls in their circle. She wasn’t shy, not exactly. She held her own in conversations, had a sharp wit, always chimed in with the kind of clever sarcasm that made his ears perk up. But she’d always kept a respectful distance. Never overly touchy. Never flirty. Never the one to linger during a hug or dance a little too close.

She was beautiful. Fuck, he wasn’t blind. Gorgeous, actually. Bright eyes, nice lips, the kind of body that wasn’t even about shape—it was about the way she moved. Controlled. Poised. Soft-spoken but confident.

And kind. Always kind. Too kind for him.

He never let himself think about her like that. Not seriously. Not when he thought she’d laugh if someone suggested it. Y/N was someone he joked with, bumped elbows with during group hangouts, maybe texted once every other month when something funny reminded him of her. She wasn’t one of his girls—not someone he flirted with or teased or looked at that way. He’d always assumed she was out of his league, not the other way around.

So when she looked up at him tonight, tipsy and sad and whispering that she was still a virgin, something in him just… shifted.

Not because it was hot—though it was, in a deeply unexpected, primal way—but because she’d been vulnerable. Open. Raw. And he’d seen the fear behind her eyes, the way her hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, like she hated even admitting it.

And he’d wanted to help. Wanted to ease that tension between her shoulders, give her a way out of the pressure she was clearly drowning in. He didn’t even know where the idea came from—just that it felt natural. Obvious.

“If you’re worried about not knowing what to do, let me teach you.”

And then she said yes.

She said yes.

Not after hesitation. Not after laughing it off. Not after calling him gross or ridiculous. She hugged him. Clung to him like he was the one thing keeping her upright. Her body was warm and soft and all curves pressing against his chest, and for a girl who never let anyone touch her, she melted into him like it meant something.

His hands had hovered at her back, not sure how tightly to hold her. Not sure if he should.

And now he was parked in front of her building, hand still gripping the steering wheel, replaying the moment like it was a hallucination.

“I want that.” Her voice, breathless. Eager. Sweet. Fucking dangerous.

Johnny exhaled slowly through his nose, forcing himself not to picture her lips when she said it. Not to imagine what it would feel like if she said his name like that. If she—

“Get your shit together,” he muttered to himself, rubbing a hand over his face. “She’s your friend. You said you’d help.”

But help her how, exactly? How far did she want to go? What did lessons mean? One night? A few sessions? Until she felt ready? Until they both fell off the edge?

The thought of touching her—of being her first anything—sent heat low through his stomach. But it wasn’t just sex that had him restless.

It was her trust. That she’d chosen him.

He let his head thump back against the seat again, staring at the dark ceiling of his car.

“Shit,” he whispered. “What the fuck did I just get myself into?”

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The café was busy in that late-afternoon lull. People chatting softly, the low hum of an espresso machine in the background, silverware clinking over ceramic mugs. Johnny spotted her instantly. Back corner booth. Hands curled around her cup, shoulders tight.

She looked up when he walked in, lips lifting into something small and polite. Careful. Like she wasn’t sure if she should even smile.

He slid into the seat across from her.

“Hey,” she said quietly.

“Hey.” He dropped his phone on the table and leaned back, folding his arms. “You good?”

Y/N gave a soft huff of laughter. “That’s what I was gonna ask you.”

His brow ticked up. “Me?”

“Yeah.” She looked down at her drink, swirling it a little. “I just… I didn’t mean to dump all of that on you last night. I was tipsy and weirdly emotional and—”

“You weren’t,” Johnny cut in, voice firm. “You were honest. And brave as hell, if you ask me.”

Her eyes met his, unsure.

“But,” she continued, “if what I said made you uncomfortable—”

“It didn’t.”

She blinked.

“I meant what I said,” Johnny said, leaning forward now. “I want to help. Unless you’re uncomfortable with the idea now.”

He held her gaze, reading every micro-expression on her face. The slight furrow in her brow. The quick glance to the side. The way her throat bobbed when she swallowed.

“I’m not,” she finally said. “But I think we need rules.”

Johnny nodded slowly. “Yeah. Okay. Hit me.”

Y/N set her mug down and straightened her posture, voice more certain now. “First: no touching outside of lessons.”

His mouth quirked. “No accidental brushes of the hand?”

“I’m serious,” she warned, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her lips too. “Second: this stays between us. No one in the friend group can know. It’s private.”

“Secret practice sessions. Got it.”

“Third: I don’t mind staying the night… but no cuddling. No emotional intimacy.”

That one hit a little harder than he expected.

Johnny gave a slow nod. “No spooning. No forehead kisses. No asking about your dreams.”

“Exactly,” she said, like she hadn’t even meant it as a joke.

“Okay,” he said, swallowing that weird little knot forming in his chest. “Next?”

“No feelings,” she said firmly. “From either of us.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot up, but he didn’t argue.

“And no… outside relations,” she added, cheeks reddening slightly. “Not while this is happening.”

He blinked. “You mean like—”

“I mean no hooking up with anyone else. Either of us. I don’t want to think about you doing this with someone else while you’re teaching me.”

That was surprisingly possessive. And weirdly hot.

He nodded again. “Yeah. Fair. Anything else?”

“Either of us can end it at any time,” Y/N said. “No hard feelings. No guilt.”

Johnny sat with it for a moment. Then held out his hand.

“I agree to the rules.”

Y/N glanced down, a little amused, a little nervous. But she slid her palm into his anyway. Her skin was soft. Small fingers. Cool against his warmer hand.

Their eyes locked. Her lips parted, just slightly.

“So,” she said, voice quieter now. “First lesson?”

“Tonight,” Johnny said, already hearing the echo of his heart thudding behind his ribs.

Because rules were easy.

But rules didn’t account for how her hand felt in his. Or how bad he already wanted to break every single one.

He lit a single lamp in the corner of the room before she arrived. Nothing too bright. Nothing too dark. His place was clean—cleaner than usual, anyway—and he’d even made the bed. Not that he expected it to go there. Not yet.

Still. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous.

The knock came at exactly 9:00 p.m.

He opened the door to find Y/N standing there in a hoodie and leggings, hair down, lips glossed, eyes wide with a flicker of hesitation. She looked soft. So fucking soft.

“You sure?” he asked quietly, leaning against the frame.

She nodded. “I’m sure.”

He stepped aside, letting her in, watching the way she glanced around like she was walking into something holy. Or dangerous.

Probably both.

They didn’t waste time.

There was no small talk, no snacks or awkward filler. He sat on the edge of the couch and she followed, a careful space between them. He turned slightly to face her.

“You ready?”

She licked her bottom lip, then nodded again. “What are we doing?”

Johnny’s voice dropped. “Kissing. Touching. No pressure. Just… letting you get used to it.”

She exhaled shakily. “Okay.”

He took her in fully for a moment. Her posture. The slight tension in her shoulders. But her eyes never left his.

“C’mere,” he said softly, lifting a hand to her cheek.

She leaned in. Just a little. Just enough.

He closed the space.

The first kiss was slow. Gentle. He kept it light at first, testing her reaction, his hand brushing up to cradle the side of her face. She tilted into it, lips parting slightly with a sigh. That sound—that tiny, breathy sound—made something deep in his chest pull taut.

She was kissing him back now. More confidently. A little clumsy, but in a way that made his stomach twist, because it was real. Honest. Her hands hovered awkwardly before sliding up to his shoulders, holding onto the hem of his shirt like an anchor.

He shifted closer.

The kiss deepened. His tongue brushed hers, slow and deliberate, and she gasped softly against his mouth. He felt her fingers curl tighter into the fabric.

And then she climbed onto his lap.

Fuck.

She straddled him, cautious at first, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed. But his hands found her hips, holding her steady, and she relaxed into it.

“You okay?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “I want more.”

He groaned low in his throat, guiding her hips forward—just a little. Just enough to feel the friction. She gasped again, her nails digging into his shoulders this time as she instinctively rocked against him.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, kissing down her neck, lips brushing under her jaw.

Y/N rolled her hips once more and moaned softly into his ear. The sound of it made his entire body tense.

She was panting now. Fingers in his hair. Body grinding over the obvious strain in his jeans. He let her move, let her take control, his hands still firm on her hips but not pushing. Just supporting. Guiding.

Her breath caught.

He pulled back, just enough to look at her. Lips swollen, eyes heavy.

“Y/N,” he said hoarsely. “We should stop here.”

She nodded slowly, chest rising and falling. “Yeah. Okay.”

But she didn’t move off him right away.

He let her stay there for a moment, forehead resting against his. Just breathing.

And then she stood.

No cuddling. No emotions. Just the lesson.

Johnny walked her to the door, hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her again. She smiled up at him, dazed and flushed, but calm.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” he said, voice rough.

She left.

And the second the door shut behind her, he dragged a hand down his face, exhaled through gritted teeth, and stalked straight to the bathroom.

He turned the knob all the way to cold.

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The party was loud. Typical for their group—someone’s cousin’s house, music turned up way too high, drinks flowing like water. Johnny nursed his beer from a corner, scanning the crowd casually, until his eyes found her.

Y/N.

She stood near the kitchen island, sipping something in a red cup, wearing a tiny black dress that looked unfair on her body. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and she was laughing politely at something a guy was saying.

Johnny didn’t recognize him.

His jaw clenched, just a little.

It wasn’t jealousy. It was... awareness. Curiosity. Vigilance.

At least that’s what he told himself.

But a moment later, her smile faltered.

The guy had leaned in closer—too close. She shifted back, subtle, still polite. But Johnny knew her expressions now, even the slight ones. The half-second eye roll. The tensed shoulders. The tight-lipped smile.

She was uncomfortable.

He put his drink down and started moving across the room.

By the time he got within earshot, he heard it.

“Oh, come on,” the guy slurred, tone laced with bitterness. “Don’t act like you’re better than everyone else here.”

Y/N straightened. “Excuse me?”

“You are though, aren’t you?” the guy spat, swaying slightly. “All that attitude. You think you’re too good to have fun. Maybe you’d get laid if you stopped acting like you’re above it.”

Johnny didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate.

“The fuck did you just say?”

The words left his mouth like a shot. He stepped in front of Y/N, towering over the guy, who blinked up in slow, drunken realization.

“I was just—”

Johnny shoved him hard in the chest. Not enough to hurt him. Just enough to make a point. The guy stumbled back, bumping into the counter.

“Say it again,” Johnny growled, voice low and dangerous. “I dare you.”

Y/N’s hand grabbed his arm. “Johnny—”

But he couldn’t take his eyes off the guy. Couldn’t not picture her expression—how tight her mouth had gone, how she looked like she wanted to crawl out of her own skin.

“Man, she’s a bitch,” the guy muttered. “Acting all pure when she’s probably already—”

Johnny saw red.

His hands balled into fists. He grabbed the guy by the collar, dragging him backwards toward the door.

“You’re done,” he snapped. “Get the fuck out before I make you regret opening your mouth.”

By now, people were watching. A few of their friends rushed in—Jaehyun and Mark pulling the guy away, shoving him outside with harsh words. Karina and Haechan swarmed in next, glancing between Johnny and Y/N with wide eyes.

“You good?” Karina asked softly, touching Y/N’s shoulder.

Y/N nodded slowly, but she still looked shaken. Quiet. Small.

Johnny turned to her.

“Hey,” he said, his voice dropping, softer now. “You okay?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked up at him with wide, grateful eyes, then gave a small nod.

He reached for her hand—forgetting the rule. No touching outside of lessons.

But she didn’t let go.

And neither did he.

The front lawn was still buzzing when Johnny stepped outside. People talking in clusters, the guy he’d thrown out now halfway down the street with Jaehyun standing nearby, arms crossed and jaw tight.

Johnny made his way over.

“What the hell happened?” Jaehyun asked, pulling him aside.

Johnny ran a hand through his hair. “Guy was drunk. Started hitting on Y/N, didn’t back off. Got nasty when she turned him down.”

Jaehyun’s expression darkened. “She okay?”

“I think so,” Johnny said, glancing back toward the porch. Y/N stood there with Karina and Haechan beside her, arms crossed over her chest like she was trying to keep her whole body in place. “She looks shaken, though.”

Jaehyun nodded once. “Take her home. She doesn’t need to be here.”

Johnny was already moving.

A few quick words and she was beside him, quiet the whole walk to the car. She slid into the passenger seat, hands in her lap, eyes focused out the window.

The drive was mostly silent, save for the soft hum of the engine and her quiet breathing. He didn’t press. He didn’t have to. He could feel it—all the emotion sitting just under her skin.

When he pulled up in front of her place, she finally spoke.

“Thank you.”

Johnny looked over. “You don’t have to—”

“No, I do.” Her voice was still soft, but steadier now. “He made me really uncomfortable, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to make a scene, and I just… froze.”

He didn’t say anything for a second. Then: “You don’t owe anyone your attention, Y/N. Especially not a guy like that. You handled it just fine.”

Her eyes flicked to him. There was something unreadable in them.

“I was really glad you were there,” she said.

Johnny nodded, throat tight. “Always.”

She reached for the door handle, then paused. Her hand rested there, like her body couldn’t quite follow through with the motion.

Then she opened it. Stepped out.

He watched her walk to the door, keys already in hand.

But right as she reached the top step, she stopped. Turned around.

Their eyes met.

She opened her mouth like she was going to say something—ask him to come in, maybe. Apologize again. Tell him she didn’t want to be alone tonight.

But instead, she hesitated. Blinked. Then gave him a small smile and turned back around.

The door closed behind her.

Johnny sat in the car, still gripping the steering wheel like it might ground him.

And all he could think was:

What was she going to say?

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The text came just after midnight.

Are you awake? Can you come over?

Johnny didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hesitate.

By the time he got there, her lights were low—just the warm glow of the lamp near her couch. She was in an oversized tee and nothing else. No leggings, no shorts. Just soft, bare legs and a look in her eyes that told him she was still thinking about that night. Still shaken. Still feeling too much.

“You okay?” he asked once the door shut behind him.

She nodded. “Just want to forget it.”

He reached out, brushing her hair back gently. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, leaning into his touch. “Lesson two?”

His jaw flexed, eyes roaming her face. “Yeah. Lesson two.”

It started on her couch, just like before. But this time, he didn’t wait for her to crawl into his lap.

He pulled her onto it.

She gasped softly as he settled her thighs over his, and kissed her like he meant it—like he couldn’t stop thinking about the way her lips felt on his. Her hands slid up his chest this time, a little more confident, a little more needy, curling into his shirt as he deepened the kiss.

Johnny groaned against her mouth when her hips rocked. She wasn’t even trying to tease him. She just needed contact—needed to feel something.

His hand slid up the inside of her shirt, fingers grazing her waist, just to hold her there. Anchor her to him.

When her lips left his to trail kisses along his jaw, he whispered, “Lie down.”

She blinked at him.

He nodded toward the couch. “Trust me.”

She shifted off him, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. Her shirt slipped down her thighs as she moved, and he watched every inch of skin exposed like it was something holy.

She lay back.

Johnny lowered himself between her legs, hands trailing up her calves, over her knees, until he could press them gently apart.

“Johnny—”

“Just relax,” he murmured. “Let me show you.”

She whimpered when his mouth pressed to the inside of her thigh. Just a kiss, but she was already trembling. Already so wet he could see the slick glistening between her folds as he pushed her shirt up higher.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered, exhaling hot against her core. “You’re soaked.”

Y/N’s head fell back against the cushion, one hand gripping the edge of the couch, the other reaching down to touch his wrist.

When his tongue slid over her for the first time, her hips bucked so hard he had to pin her with one strong arm over her stomach.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, voice breaking.

Johnny groaned into her.

She was sweet. Warm. Her thighs trembled around his shoulders as he licked deeper, slower. He circled her clit with soft, teasing strokes, then flattened his tongue against her, sucking gently until she cried out and dug her nails into his arm.

“Fuck—Johnny, I—please—”

He kept going.

She was trying so hard to stay still, to be quiet, but her body was betraying her. Her back arched completely off the couch, her hands searching for something to hold, to ground her—

“Here,” Johnny said roughly, reaching up. “Give me your hands.”

She laced her fingers through his without hesitation. Tight. Desperate.

And when he started sucking her again, firmer this time, her body snapped.

She cried out, voice completely breaking, thighs squeezing around his head as she came with a shuddering, gasping whimper.

Her whole body went limp after that. Boneless. Breathless.

Johnny pulled back slowly, lips glistening, jaw tense with restraint.

He kissed the inside of her thigh again. Softer now.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low and hoarse.

Y/N blinked up at the ceiling, dazed. “I… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

He smiled softly, brushing her hair back from her face. “That’s the point of the lessons, baby.”

She wasn’t supposed to feel this safe with him.

That was the first realization that hit her as she curled up on Johnny’s couch again, this time wearing one of his hoodies over a sleep shirt. His scent lingered in the fabric — warm cedar, clean laundry, and something distinctly him. She hadn’t noticed before how good he smelled. Or how broad his shoulders were. Or how long his lashes were when he blinked.

But now?

Now she couldn’t stop noticing. Everything about him felt magnetic.

He brought her a glass of water and sat beside her again — close, but not pressing. Always waiting for her signal. That was another thing she’d never really seen in him before. Everyone always talked about how big and loud and bold Johnny was, but when it came to her, he was… gentle. Steady.

And so fucking attractive it was starting to scramble her brain.

His tattoo peeked from under the sleeve of his tee. His thighs were spread comfortably, legs long and muscled in gray sweatpants, and for the first time, she let herself wonder what he looked like completely bare.

What would it feel like… to touch him there?

The thought made her shift slightly, breath catching.

She wanted to give him something this time. He was always focused on her, touching her like she was precious. And even though it was “just practice”… she wanted to learn him, too.

“Can I… try something?” she asked quietly.

Johnny looked over at her, brows raising slightly. “What do you wanna try?”

She swallowed. “I want to touch you.”

His throat bobbed.

“You sure?”

She nodded.

Johnny

He was going to lose his fucking mind.

The moment her hand slid under the waistband of his sweatpants, he almost flinched. Not because it was uncomfortable — but because it had been too long since someone touched him like this. And never, never like this. Not with wide eyes and innocent curiosity and that fucking voice asking softly:

“Does this feel good?”

His head dropped back against the couch. “Y/N…”

Her hand was small but warm, fingers timid at first as she wrapped them around him. She bit her lip, watching his face.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered, in awe.

He gave a breathless chuckle. “Yeah. That tends to happen when you touch me like that.”

She smiled a little. But she was focused. Serious. Curious. Her hand began to move — tentative strokes, still figuring out what pressure to use, watching him carefully as she did it.

Every time she squeezed a little tighter, or shifted her wrist just right, his hips twitched up. His hand gripped the couch cushion. He was unraveling and trying not to show it — trying to stay the composed, confident guy he always was.

But fuck, her eyes were on him, and her soft voice asking, “Is that better?” while she stroked him?

He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to moan her name into her mouth. He wanted to bury himself in her and forget what the rules even were.

“Y/N,” he rasped, catching her wrist gently. “You gotta stop.”

She looked up, startled. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head, chest rising and falling. “No. You did everything right. That’s why I need to stop.”

“Oh.” Her voice was soft. Almost disappointed.

He tugged her gently into his lap, burying his face in the crook of her neck to breathe her in. Her hands went to his back, stroking there, calm and quiet.

“You okay?” she whispered.

He nodded against her skin. “Yeah. Just… trying not to break the rules.”

Because at this point, he didn’t know what the hell would happen if he did.

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The booth was packed — laughter loud, plates already half-full, someone spilling fries into the middle for everyone to grab at. Classic chaos. But Y/N barely heard any of it.

Because Johnny was sitting directly across from her, legs spread wide, one arm slung lazily over the back of the booth, tatted forearm flexing every time he reached for his water. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, ink crawling up his skin like it belonged there — like it was part of him.

And he was smiling. That cocky, easy grin that made people gravitate toward him like it was nothing.

Y/N tried not to stare. Failed miserably.

He looked so relaxed, like he didn’t even know how hot he was being. Meanwhile, she was squeezing her thighs together every time he leaned back and manspread like a walking, talking bad decision.

When the waiter came around with drinks, he placed the wrong one in front of her. Not a big deal. She smiled, already lifting it to her lips. “It’s fine.”

But before she could take a sip, Johnny’s voice cut through the noise.

“She didn’t order that,” he said, not unkindly but firm, motioning to the glass. “Can you switch it out?”

The waiter blinked. “Oh — yeah, of course. Sorry about that.”

Y/N blinked too. “It’s really not a big deal—”

Johnny looked at her, calm but direct. “You don’t have to drink something you didn’t ask for.”

And it was nothing. Just a small thing.

But her stomach fluttered anyway.

Later, after dessert arrived and most of the group had drifted off into side conversations, Mark leaned over the table toward her, sipping his soda and lowering his voice just enough.

“So, is there something going on with you and Johnny?”

Y/N nearly choked. “What?”

He grinned. “You know. The party last week, now this… He almost punched that guy’s face in for you and now he’s getting your drink switched like he’s your boyfriend.”

Her cheeks warmed. “Johnny’s just a good friend.”

Mark raised a brow. “That’s what we’re calling it?”

She gave him a look, careful to keep her voice steady. “He’s a good guy. He looks out for everyone.”

Mark hummed like he didn’t believe her, and she quickly turned back to her plate, trying not to glance at Johnny again.

But when she did, he was already looking at her.

Eyes dark. Amused. Like he knew.

And she swore her whole body buzzed with heat.

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She knew tonight would be different. She felt it in the way Johnny looked at her when she opened the door, quiet and intense, like he was holding back something sharp just behind his eyes.

No cocky smile. No teasing. Just… him. Tall and warm and steady.

“Still want to do this?” he asked, voice low.

Y/N nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. “Yeah.”

They barely made it to the bed. He kissed her slowly, both hands cupping her face, his thumbs brushing along her jaw like he couldn’t believe he was touching her.

By the time their clothes came off, her breath was already coming short. She was nervous, but not scared — not with him. Johnny moved like she was something fragile. Not breakable. Just… something to be handled with care.

“You’re okay?” he murmured, lips against her neck, his chest pressing against hers, bare skin warm and comforting. “You tell me if you want to stop. Anytime.”

She nodded again. “I trust you.”

He exhaled hard, like that meant more than she realized.

He kissed her everywhere — soft, open-mouthed kisses to her neck, her collarbone, the tops of her breasts. His hands traced her sides, smoothing over her thighs, gripping gently at her hips like he was trying to memorize the shape of her.

“Gonna take it slow,” he said, kissing down the center of her chest, “Wanna make sure you’re ready, baby.”

Baby. It sounded so natural coming from him, she almost melted.

She was already wet — embarrassingly so — and when he settled between her legs, his fingers slid through her folds easily. He groaned low, more to himself than to her.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

She gasped when he rubbed slow, teasing circles over her clit, his lips brushing her inner thigh.

“You like that?” he asked, looking up at her.

“Y-yeah…”

“Good. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

When he finally lined up, she held her breath.

His eyes locked on hers. “It’s gonna stretch a little, but I’ll go slow. You tell me the second it’s too much, okay?”

She nodded, and he kissed her — slow, deep, grounding.

And then he pushed in.

It burned at first. Just a little. The thickness of him making her gasp into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders. But he stopped halfway, breathing hard against her cheek.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, brushing her hair back. “Just breathe. That’s it.”

He waited until she gave a shaky nod before sliding deeper, his hips pressing flush against hers, filling her completely.

It was overwhelming. Full. Foreign.

But it was Johnny.

He kissed her temple, her neck, her lips again. “Still okay?”

She swallowed and whispered, “Yeah. You feel… good.”

He smiled against her skin. “You feel incredible. So tight—fuck.”

He rocked into her slowly, like he had all the time in the world. One hand cupped her cheek, the other holding her thigh open. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him without meaning to.

And something about it felt… more.

Not just sex. Not just a lesson.

It was the way he looked at her. Like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her again, deeper this time.

She whimpered into his mouth, hips meeting his now, a little braver with every thrust.

“Johnny…”

“I’ve got you,” he promised, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve always got you.”

She came first — quiet and breathless, her body trembling around him as she gasped his name. That sent him over the edge too, burying his face in her neck as he spilled inside her with a groan that sounded like it tore straight from his chest.

They lay there for a while. Still wrapped around each other. Still pretending this was just a lesson.

Even though neither of them wanted to let go.

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He wakes to the weight of her.

Y/N’s arm is slung over his neck, her bare leg tangled with his, and her face—soft, peaceful—is pressed against his chest, her warm breath tickling his skin in slow, steady waves. His first instinct is to shift, stretch, maybe check the time, but one glance down at her sleeping form freezes him in place.

She looks so relaxed. So... comfortable.

Her lips are parted slightly. Her brows smooth. Her cheek squished softly into him. She doesn’t look like the girl who dodges hugs from friends, who’s always a little guarded even when she laughs at their jokes.

Johnny stays still. He’s never been the kind of guy to overthink things, but something about this feels rare.

He lets his hand drift up her back, rubbing slow circles there, and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face. She makes a tiny, sleepy sound in protest—a whine, almost—wrinkling her nose and burrowing even closer into his chest like she’s chasing warmth.

He swallows hard, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his lips. God, she’s cute.

For a minute, he just watches her. He never gets to do this—see her like this. No makeup. No sarcasm or perfectly timed comebacks. Just Y/N. Soft and trusting, completely wrapped around him like he’s safe. Like she feels safe.

And he feels… lucky.

No one else knows this side of her. No friends like Mark or Jaehyun. Not any of the guys who tried and failed to even get close. Only him.

Eventually, she stirs.

She shifts slightly, her arm tightening around his neck like she’s trying to trap him back to sleep, her face now halfway under the covers.

He chuckles. “Morning.”

She groans. “No it’s not.”

His grin widens. “It’s definitely morning.”

“No it’s not if I say it’s not,” she mumbles into his chest. “Shut up.”

He laughs, the sound low and warm in his throat. “Didn’t know you were this much of a menace in the mornings.”

“I’m not a menace, I’m…” She yawns mid-sentence and snuggles in closer, one leg sliding further up his thigh. “...hibernating.”

His heart does a strange little flip. He could lie here forever.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head before he can stop himself, hoping she won’t remember later. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Mhm,” she says drowsily, eyes still closed. “You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out of bed.”

He huffs a laugh. “You literally clung to me all night.”

“I was cold.”

“Right. Cold.” His hand rubs along her spine again, this time a little slower. “Should I go make coffee?”

“No. Don’t move. Human furnace stays here.”

He smiles to himself, heart thudding a little too loudly for comfort.

She might not be a morning person. But she’s his favorite version of herself in the morning.

And for now—at least for now—he gets to be the only one who sees her like this.

The sun is brutal.

Y/N has a cap pulled low over her brow, sunglasses on, and SPF so thick it makes her skin glow white under the light. Johnny watches her from the corner of his eye as they move ahead of the group, his long strides keeping up with her surprisingly fast pace.

“You good?” he asks, voice low so the others won’t hear.

She nods. “I’m always good in the mornings. My body gives out by lunch.”

He chuckles. “Noted. I’ll carry you if you collapse.”

She smirks, glancing at him sideways. “You’d like that.”

He holds up his hands. “Guilty.”

They keep walking—Y/N light on her feet despite the heat, a quiet determination in her stride. She’s different out here. Calmer. Less guarded.

Johnny watches her for a beat before clearing his throat.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” she replies, but her tone shifts slightly—bracing, like she knows this isn’t casual.

“You don’t have to answer if it’s weird,” he says quickly. “Just… I realized no one really knows much about your family.”

Y/N walks in silence for a moment, her jaw tight. Then she sighs and nods slowly. “It’s not weird. Just private, I guess.”

He doesn’t push. Just waits.

“I had a great childhood,” she says finally. “My mom is… she’s the best. And I’m close with my siblings. Just not my dad.”

Johnny nods, walking quietly beside her.

“He was… difficult. Very rigid. Everything had to be perfect all the time. He loved us, I think. But it always felt conditional.”

Johnny doesn’t say anything—just listens. He can tell how rare it is for her to open up like this.

“I think that’s why I’m the way I am,” she continues. “A little closed off. A little careful. I’m still unlearning the whole ‘being too much of myself is a problem’ thing.”

He swallows hard, not expecting her honesty to hit him like this.

“You’re not too much,” he says softly. “You’re just… you.”

Y/N turns to him, squinting against the sun. “What about you? You seem like someone who was raised with a lot of love.”

Johnny chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was. My parents are super chill. Always encouraged me to be myself. We fought sometimes, but nothing serious.”

She smiles at him then—small but warm. “It shows.”

His breath catches.

It’s not the words that hit him. It’s the way she says them. Like she sees him, deeper than the surface-level cocky guy everyone jokes with. It’s gentle. Appreciative.

Johnny tries to shake it off, but the heat in his chest lingers long after they fall back into easy conversation.

Later, at the Bottom of the Trail

The group is resting, sweaty and tired, water bottles passed around and sneakers dusted with dirt. Jaehyun drops onto the bench beside Johnny, handing him a drink.

“You and Y/N looked cozy up there,” Jaehyun says casually, eyes fixed on the treeline. “Everything good?”

Johnny nods. “Yeah. She’s… She’s cool to talk to.”

Jaehyun hums, then turns to face him. “Be careful.”

Johnny raises a brow. “Why?”

“You’re catching feelings,” Jaehyun says simply. “And I don’t think this was supposed to be that.”

Johnny doesn’t answer right away.

Because he doesn’t know what this was supposed to be anymore.

A favor. A lesson. A harmless arrangement. But now she’s smiling at him like he’s worth something. Telling him secrets she’s never said aloud. Touching his chest in her sleep like she trusts him with her life.

And worst of all… he doesn’t want to stop.

So he just shrugs, the answer caught in his throat. But he doesn’t deny it.

Because Jaehyun’s right. He is catching feelings.

And he’s not sure he wants to stop falling.

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a cup of coffee (For Your Love) | Chapter 7

Red Velvet

the smutty masterlist || a cup of coffee Chapter Index

summary: johnny wants to give you and doyoung a special night

length: 18,081 words

tags: threesome, mxm threesome, anal sex, oral sex, dom!johnny, top!reader, bottom!doyoung, pegging, kink exploration

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Coming back to your normal life after the fantasy that was your time in Paris is tough.

One day you’re sipping French coffee in a Parisian cafe by day and gorging yourself on fancy food and fine wine by night, telling your incredibly sexy and successful boyfriends that you love them, falling into bed in a five star luxury hotel.

The next day you’re clocking in for a shift in the cafe at home, jet lagged as fuck. 

It’s hard to be standing there in the sixth hour of your shift, having just passed through a lunch rush, your feet aching and your bra pinching and a headache starting to beat the inside of your skull and not wish that you were still back in Paris, to not wish that you were back in the apartment with your boyfriends, to not wish that you were anywhere but here. 

Lia is the only thing that makes being at work tolerable. Even days after your return when the glare of Paris has worn off slightly, you still feel like you’re just dragging yourself through the motions of being at work. You’re doing this because you have to, not because of the great love and passion that you have for being a barista. You’re getting a paycheck from this, some laughs with coworkers, free coffee. But your mind and heart are half a world away. 

You fell in love with that city.

You fell in love with traveling and getting to experience another culture. 

You fell in love with being away with your boyfriends. 

If it ever seemed silly that you quit your 9-5 office job to be a barista, it seems even sillier that you’re now contemplating the possibility of quitting your barista job to do something that would allow you to travel. Office worker to barista to adventurer. It sounds ridiculous even to you. 

Lia laughs like she thinks you’re joking when you tell her about it a few weeks after your return. You let her keep thinking it’s a joke because it’s easier than explaining. 

Johnny tells you that he’d love to take you on more trips. He offers a holiday in Ibiza, a trip to Thailand, two weeks in California for Coachella. You’ll gladly go for those too, but you know that the high from those trips will last only as long as this Paris travel high did. 

You confess your thoughts to Doyoung one day while you’re sitting in their kitchen eating breakfast. It’s your day off, he gets a late start, and Johnny had gone home to see his parents for a few days for his Mom’s birthday. Doyoung is bopping around the kitchen preparing food and humming along to the demo of a track he’s set to record later this week. He’s already got several songs recorded for his next album, and next week he’s flying to Sweden to work with a producer there on a few more songs. You’re trying hard not to be jealous, but that’s difficult when both of your boyfriends are constantly jetting around the world for their illustrious careers while you’re stuck here to work your sub-par barista job. 

“What’s wrong?” Doyoung asks when you sigh into your juice for the third time. “Your face isn’t supposed to look like that while I’m singing and making you breakfast. Two of your favorite things.”

You offer up a weak smile, but it doesn’t fool him. 

“Darling.” Doyoung comes around the bar island, his hand sliding over your knee to swivel your seat around so you’re facing him. “Tell me what’s got you frowning.” He brings one hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking softly over your skin. 

“I’m just feeling so….” You think for a moment, considering what word can sum up what this messy tangle inside you is. Eventually you settle on: “Unsatisfied. I’m feeling unsatisfied.”

“With us?” Doyoung freezes. 

You shake your head quickly. “No. Absolutely not. Just with, I don’t know,” you wave your hand generally, and say, "Everything else. Work, mostly, I guess. I feel stagnant. I’m not going anywhere with my job because it’s just a job, it’s not a career, and I’m not feeling fulfilled with it like I once did. And after Paris, I just feel like I want to travel more, want to see more of the world and experience things that I can’t while I’m just sitting here in a cafe for like forty hours a week.” 

“So what do you want to do?” Doyoung offers the question up gently, as if he knows that it’s already been weighing on you, this uncertainty of action. “If you want to quit the cafe, if you’d prefer to have the freedom to travel, what sort of careers are there that you’d be interested in?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a heavy, unsteady breath. “Honestly, I’m feeling very overwhelmed with indecision right now. There’s too many possibilities and also somehow not enough, and all of them have me questioning everything, like what if I choose wrong?”

Doyoung wraps his arms around you, hugging you to his chest. You let him. You circle your arms at his waist, holding tight as you bury your face against his chest and breathe in. The familiar scent of Doyoung’s body wash and cologne relaxes you a little, a comfort. 

“Do you want me to help you look?” Doyoung asks, lowering his lips to the top of your head. “We can look at some of the possibilities, maybe narrow it down to ones that you’re interested in, ones that could be a good fit for what you want?”

This is why you love him. He’s level-headed, reasonable. Doyoung is steady. 

“Yes, please.” Your words are muffled against his chest. Doyoung kisses the top of your head. 

The next couple hours are spent with the pair of you seated together on the sofa, checking on your laptop and Doyoung’s tablet for jobs that fit your interests and will satisfy the requirements for your desire to be able to travel. It’s helpful. It somewhat soothes the vortex of your thoughts, so you’re pretty relaxed by the time that Doyoung needs to leave for work. 

He leaves you there on the sofa so he can go change out of the baggy Johnny tshirt and sweatpants he’s wearing, and when he emerges a short while later, you’re still curled up on the sofa with your laptop in your lap. You’re nibbling your thumb nail as you scroll. 

“My love,” Doyoung clears his throat, drawing your attention from the doom-scrolling. “Would you want to come with me today?”

“What?” You look up slowly. 

“Do you wanna come to work with me today? It could be interesting. You’ve never seen me like that.” Doyoung smiles a little. “I want to show you my company building.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agree, “Just give me a few minutes.”

You quickly change from your pajamas into some decently suitable for the public clothing, a mask and a baseball cap you borrow from Johnny. 

It feels a little bit like bring-your-kid-to-work day, you can’t help thinking. You feel small and a bit out of place, unsure what to expect. But once you’re in the building, once Doyoung has gotten you through security, swiping his employee ID and waving at a security guard, he takes your hand and shows you to the elevators. Doyoung strokes his thumb soothingly across the back of your hand, chattering about his schedule for the day — a brief meeting this morning, a choreography lesson, another meeting, and re-recording bits of one of the songs he’s already worked on. 

You can’t help wondering what you’re going to do all day. Sit outside the meeting room and wait for him? Sit in the practice room and just watch him dance while you play on your phone? Sit in the recording studio and listen to him run the same lines again and again til he finds them perfect? Did he bring you along to act as an assistant — someone that he can send to grab lunch or coffee?

You keep those thoughts tucked inside, and let Doyoung show you around. You almost wonder if Doyoung’s nervous. He’s nonstop talking, babbling and telling you about the departments he’s taking you through, pointing out people by telling you names and roles and referring to stories he’s told you involving those people. He introduces you to his manager, who glances down at your joined hands. 

“She’s my girlfriend,” Doyoung confirms upon noticing the direction of his manager's gaze. “Hyung, I’d like her to sit in on the meetings today.”

“Oh, no, I don’t have to,” you start to argue. 

Doyoung shakes his head. “You might find them interesting. If you’re looking for a career change, maybe you could find something here that you like. Sit in, listen and observe. And it would be boring if you just sat outside or something. I didn’t bring you along just to make you bored.”

It’s interesting to hear your thoughts echoed out of his mouth. You nod. 

Luckily, his manager agrees. 

Unluckily, the first meeting is indeed boring. Well, it could be more boring, but it’s also just a meeting with staff to talk about scheduling for Doyoung’s remaining recording sessions — a few more recordings at a studio here in the building, a few with a producer who has his own studio in a different area of town, the Sweden sessions Doyoung has got coming up. 

“You’ll be there for 4 days,” a woman says. 

“So long?” Doyoung asks. 

Another woman flips through the papers in front of her and then pulls a few from the stack, spinning them around as she slides them across the table for Doyoung and you to see. Her finger taps at a section as she explains, “The first day you get in we’ve scheduled you a lunch with the producer just to get to know each other a little better. The second day is for recording, the third day is available for that as well, if necessary. We would also like you to vlog the experience.”

Doyoung nods. 

You look down at the schedule on the paper. While the middle two days are predominately taken up by a block of recording time, you notice that both mornings are entirely free, as is the whole fourth day. His flight home isn’t scheduled until early on the fifth day. 

Beneath the table, Doyoung’s hand lands on your thigh. He squeezes gently, a comforting motion. You cover his hand with yours and squeeze back. 

“What about the fourth day?” You ask, looking across the table to the staff members. “There’s nothing scheduled for that day.”

One of them smiles at you. “Since Doyoung will already be vlogging the recording session, we think the fans would also enjoy a little bit of a travel vlog. The fourth day is open for you to explore the city, Doyoung, or to go out of the city and see the natural sights. A day for being a tourist.”

Doyoung looks over at you again and squeezes your hand. “That could be fun, do you want to come?”

“Oh, I —“ Of course you want to come along! That’s exactly what you were just telling him this morning about wanting to travel more. But you don't want to invite yourself, especially not on the company’s bill. 

The staff members seem to also be a little hesitant and wary of you accepting Doyoung’s invitation. And your boyfriend, he’s smart, so Doyoung can read the sudden shift in the room. 

“I’ll pay for her flight, if you’re worried about the budget going over,” he quickly says, and then to you, "Darling, you want to travel, right? So come with us.”

“I’ll think about it.” But your heart is already beating a little faster, your mind already racing as you imagine yourself touching down in Sweden, exploring the city, trying new foods, learning about the culture. 

The meeting wraps a few minutes later. Doyoung takes you down to the cafe on the first floor for a pick me up and a snack, then you head up to the practice room. The infamous practice room that you’ve heard so many stories about. 

You’re the first ones there. Doyoung flips on the lights as he pushes open the door. One wall is entirely taken up by mirrors, another is all window. There’s a couch, speakers, a mini fridge. There’s the memory of Johnny and Doyoung hooking up here multiple times. 

You settle on the couch and watch Doyoung as he begins to warm up for the choreography lesson, stretching on the floor. And the more you watch him, the more you hear the small sounds he makes — groans and sighs and the like — the more you start to feel a warm flutter deep in your belly. 

You know Doyoung’s performances don’t typically consist of a lot of choreography, but apparently his team wants him to try choreography for the title track’s music video, so here he is. Before anyone else shows up, you decide to joke around a bit. Doyoung connects his phone to the speakers, and playing some of his older music, he starts dancing, pulling you up to dance too. The songs are ballads, but he’s dancing to them like they’re pop music, like the choreography you see boy groups do, and you’re dying laughing, doubled over as Doyoung tries to pull off a ridiculous move while his voice reverberates around the room on a high note from the speakers. 

And god, you think as you crouch on the floor wiping away mirthful tears, you are so in love. 

Lia can tell that you’re not into the job anymore. That being a barista is no longer something that really holds your interest. You’re working an opening shift together, and for once the brutal heat of this summery day has driven the customers away instead of inviting them in. So it’s been slow, and right now you’re in the depths of a lull, bored beyond measure. There’s not a single customer in the store, only the two of you working, and you’re scrolling on your phone looking at a Swedish travel blog, pendulating between wanting to go with Doyoung and telling yourself not to. You’ve still got three days to decide. 

“If you quit, I’m quitting,” Lia tells you when she sees what you’re looking at. “You’re the only thing holding me here, the only person that makes me working here tolerable.” She folds her arms across her chest and leans her hip against the countertop beside you. “I don’t want you to leave me.”

“I don’t know if I am leaving you yet,” you reassure her. “Right now, my boyfriend has just invited me on a business trip. It’s not like there’s a job offer, and I’m not quitting til I find something new.” That was some solid advice your mother had once given you. 

Lia sighs. “And which boyfriend is this? I still honestly can’t fucking believe that you — with your sweet smiles and innocent demeanor — have two boyfriends. God, I bet you just have the nastiest sex, which truly I’m so glad for you, but can’t you send a little of that my way! I’m in such a dry spell!” 

“What about that one regular that comes in here all the time. He’s cute! He flirts with you!”

Lia rolls her eyes a little. “Right, maybe the next time he comes in, I’ll pull him into the bathroom and suck his dick before I give him my number. I still can’t believe you did that either.” 

“Hey, it worked for me, didn’t it?” You laugh. “And for the record, he put in the work, not me.”

She dramatically sighs again, teasing as she says, “Just another casual brag! Two hot boyfriends that love going down on you!” 

Shortly after, the lull ends. A few customers drift in to order iced coffees. The cute regular that definitely has a crush on Lia comes in, and she spends most of the interaction fighting back a blush and glancing your way. And finally as your shift draws more towards lunch time (still slow), Johnny arrives. 

Lia groans when she sees him walk through the door. You’re in the midst of making a complex custom drink for a prissy, particular middle-aged woman, so Lia stands at the register to take Johnny’s order. You overhear her say to him, “You don’t have any equally attractive single friends, do you?”

You don’t hear Johnny’s answer because the woman starts berating you for putting a sweetener into her drink before adding the milk. Luckily, that’s the last step in her drink, and you quickly hand it over and thank god when she exits the cafe. Her spot in front of you is quickly filled by a very tall, handsome boyfriend of yours. 

“Hi, baby, how’s your day?” Johnny smiles. “Do I need to go fight that lady?”

“If she comes back in here, yes.” You glance back over at Lia to see that she’s still standing at the register, her cute regular has come back up from his table to order something else. Charmingly, he’s also looking a little blushy. 

“What time are you off? Doyoungie’s got an early evening finishing up at the studio. I’m free tonight too. I thought maybe we could go out to dinner. A proper date before you two leave me for Sweden?” It’s been a while since you’ve done more than date night at the apartment, dinner prepared by one of the three of you, wine and good sex. Not to mention you’ve spent the last few nights at your apartment because of their irregular schedules and your early morning shifts. Johnny reaches across the counter, and he brushes some hair away from your forehead as he says, “I miss you, baby.”

Your heart pounds. “I miss you, too. I’m off in a couple hours, then I’ll go home and get ready. Are you picking me up?”

Johnny nods with a smile. “Gonna do flowers and come to your door, the whole proper thing.”

“Don’t be cheesy,” you say, but your heart flutters. “I’ll get your coffee. I shouldn’t be letting one of our most valued customers wait so long.”

Johnny’s eyes follow your every move as you prepare his coffee — just a basic black, dark roasted coffee — and his fingers lay against yours for longer than necessary as you pass him the cup. 

“I love you,” he tells you. 

“I love you,” you respond, your heart leaping in your chest. You’re still not entirely used to saying those words, but it’s gotten easier and easier over the last few weeks. Sometimes they slip out when you’re not paying attention. 

Johnny looks like he wants to kiss you then, but with the counter between you and the scattering of customers behind him, he doesn’t make the move. 

“I’ll see you tonight.” You watch him go, taking your heart with him. 

Johnny didn’t tell you where he was planning this date for, so you weren’t entirely certain how you should dress. You shower and clean up after you get home, fix your hair, put on some makeup. You find a velvety red one-shoulder top in your closet and pair it with a pair of dark black flowy pants. 

You’re still walking around your apartment barefoot, tidying the place up a bit, when there’s a knock at your door. 

Johnny. 

You open the door to find your boyfriend waiting there with a small bouquet of flowers and a smile that could easily charm your panties off. 

“Good evening, my love. Are you ready?” He leans in, kissing you swiftly. 

You really like that now both of them have brought you flowers when they pick you up for a date. It’s just such a sweet cliched romantic thing that just makes you feel light and happy, giddy and absolutely in love. 

“I told Doyoung that we’d swing back by home to pick him up, then head in for the dinner reservation I made.” Johnny bounces a little excitedly as he walks inside your apartment, toeing off his shoes, immediately heading into your kitchen to find something he can put some water into for the flowers. 

While he does that, you quickly finish getting ready in your bedroom. 

Johnny wanders around the apartment, chatting with you while he looks around. He’s been here before for brief moments, usually when dropping you off or picking you up, his only focus on you. But tonight he’s taking his time to look around. At one point you peek out of your bedroom to find him looking inside the linen closet outside the bathroom. You don’t mind his nosiness.

“This place is a little small, baby,” Johnny says eventually when he comes to stand in your doorway. “I guess I’ve never noticed.” 

It is small, just big enough for you to be able to move around in it. It’s not like you’re typically entertaining people here or anything, and ever since you started dating Johnny and Doyoung, all you ever do is sleep here, and even that has become somewhat of a rarity. Though there have certainly been times since you began renting this place that the close walls of the apartment have made you feel a bit claustrophobic. 

“And your bathroom sink faucet leaks,” Johnny continues, “The light in the kitchen flickers, and I’m pretty sure I can clearly hear your neighbors arguing.” 

Yeah, you’ve learned to tune them out, but now that Johnny has pointed them out, you hear the slightly muffled sound of raised voices from the other side of the apartment. As for the sink and the light, you’ve mentioned both of those to the landlord. 

“There’s hardly any closet space, either.” Johnny looks over at the tiny closet in your bedroom, and then you notice his gaze rise to the ceiling, the massive crack across it that your landlord has reassured you many times is just a remnant from the age of the building, not an actual concern. Then Johnny notices the view from your window. “You’re basically living with the neighbors across the street, huh? Damn, they’re close by.” He waves, and you whip your head around to see if he's really waving at your neighbors, but luckily their window is empty, and Johnny laughs. 

“Rent is cheap,” you finally explain. “When I moved here, I figured it was going to be short term, but then I realized I really liked the area, it’s close to work, and it’s safe enough.”

Johnny’s forehead furrows slightly. “Safe enough?”

You nod. “Yeah, there are locks on the doors and windows, a security camera on the building’s entrance, and I’ve never personally had an issue with a break-in or stolen mail, though Mrs. Park living downstairs did have her expensive dog stolen for ransom once.”

Johnny is still frowning when he opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off with laughter. 

“I’m joking! This place is safe! It’s probably the safest apartment I’ve lived in since I left home.” You walk over to Johnny, drape your arms over his shoulders, and you smile up at him. “Though people really do report their mail stolen semi-frequently, I've never personally had that issue. Let’s go.”

Doyoung is ready, waiting outside their building when Johnny pulls up to the curb. He pouts a bit when he sees you’re already in the passenger seat, but he slides into the back anyway. 

“Where are the reservations for?” Doyoung asks, leaning forward between the front seats so he can brush a kiss to Johnny’s cheek and to yours. 

“Somewhere nice.” Johnny takes Doyoung’s hand, brushing his lips over his knuckles before letting go again. “You’ll see.”

It’s a very nice place. Johnny pulls up in front of one of the nicest, newest skyscrapers in the city. There’s a valet. There’s a separate elevator to the top floors, specifically one that takes you up to the rooftop restaurant. Standing in the gilt-edged building, gazing up at crystal chandeliers and massive blown glass sculptures makes you simultaneously feel both broke as fuck and wealthy by association. 

“Johnny, what the hell?” You gasp as he takes you by the hand and leads you over to the high-speed elevator. “To the top?”

“I wanted to do something nice for you both.” He swings his other arm up over Doyoung’s shoulder, accidentally almost smacking him in the face with a pretty gift bag he’d brought along from the car. 

Doyoung chuckles, trailing along behind the pair of you. “When you don’t let us buy you gifts, darling, we have to treat you to expensive experiences.”

You’re about to retort, but then the elevator doors open. 

It’s just as opulent as the rest of the building. Reflective gold accents, polished mirrors, a crystal chandelier. The panel beside the doors starts at the number fifty at the bottom and climbs up to the very top, just a button labeled R. Johnny presses the R – R for Rooftop, R for Restaurant. The doors smoothly slide shut, and the elevator begins to rise with just the three of you in it. 

You clutch at Johnny’s arm as you feel it begin to pick up speed. Both of your boyfriends laugh lightly. Doyoung steps closer, settling an arm around your waist. Johnny lifts his free hand to your face, his fingers cupping your chin to tilt your face up towards his. 

“Don’t be scared, baby,” Johnny purrs as he looks at the image of the three of you reflected in the mirrored doors of the elevator. “Just look at us.”

You turn to look too.

A thrill zips along your spine at the image of your boyfriends wrapped around you, both of them gazing at you with love and hunger. Johnny smiles, lowering his head to drop a kiss to the top of your head. 

The elevator slows, and you rock against both of your boyfriends, though you’re extra appreciative of Doyoung’s arm around you. There’s a ding, and the doors slide open revealing that you’re already there at the top of the building. Doyoung keeps his arm at your waist as you exit the elevator. The restaurant is equally as luxurious as everything else you’ve seen here. 

The maître d' greets Johnny, and after consulting the tablet in front of him, he guides your trio to the reserved table under Johnny’s name. 

Doyoung starts to withdraw his arm, but you quickly grab him again, holding tightly to him as the maître d' leads the way. You’re fine looking out the windows at Doyoung and Johnny’s apartment; they’re not up nearly this high, and currently the idea of looking out the windows here at the sheer drop to the city below makes you feel a bit dizzy.

Finally, you reach your table in a semi-private corner. Luckily, it’s not positioned directly beside the window, and to help out even more, Johnny pulls out the chair at the end of the table away from the window for you. You gratefully sink into it, and as soon as you have sat, you immediately feel better. You’re even brave enough to look over at the window, and it’s not so bad anymore.

Johnny sits beside you, Doyoung across from you. There’s appetizers, drinks, entrees, more drinks, more drinks, dessert. Johnny kisses you with the taste of strawberries and champagne on his tongue. Doyoung laughs and plays footsie with you beneath the table. By the time dessert actually arrives, you’re buzzing, blissed out, on Cloud 9 with your boyfriends. 

You keep expecting Johnny to hand you or Doyoung the gift bag, to excitedly tell you to open it. It’s probably some lavish piece of jewelry, whether it’s for you or Doyoung. You’ve raided their closet enough that you know they’ve both got very expensive taste in everything from clothes to shoes to jewelry, and Doyoung has quite the collection of luxury jewelry. But even after the server carries away the dessert plates, Johnny keeps the bag beneath the table, and you let it fade from your mind as you simply enjoy the time with your boyfriends. 

The food is good, the company is good, and now that you’re buzzed, even the view is good.

Johnny pays the bill without looking, which is sexy as fuck, if you’re being honest.

He keeps his hands on your hips as he walks behind you, guiding you back towards the elevators. Doyoung carries your tiny purse, the gift bag, and the jacket that Johnny had taken off after the appetizers and first round of drinks. You twist around in Johnny’s arms, making him reach around you to press the button to call the elevator. 

You reel him in until he’s pressed against you, but you’re looking at Doyoung as you say, “I’m so ready for the next stop on this date.” Still holding Doyoung’s gaze, you whisper in Johnny’s ear: “Take me to bed.”

The elevator chimes as it arrives, doors opening for Johnny to walk you backwards into it. Doyoung follows. Johnny pins you to the wall, your shoulders smudging against the perfect reflection, and you hitch your leg up to his hip. Johnny’s mouth falls upon yours hungrily. A man starved, the table you’ve only just left a long-distant memory as Johnny presses closer, devouring you. He licks up every note of your moans, tasting every trace of your pleasure as he grinds against you. 

You pull him closer, need him closer. 

The elevator ride ends much quicker than you’d thought it would. The whole thing shudders to a halt with a ding, the doors opening to a sky lobby. 

People mill around. Golden chandeliers and sleek, modern furniture is arranged before an electric fireplace. A reception desk faces the bank of windows overlooking the city, now with a view that’s lower and more tolerable for your mind to comprehend. 

Johnny eases himself away from you, then he engulfs your hand with his and he tugs Doyoung along by the sleeve as your trio departs the elevator. Doyoung looks equally as confused as you. 

“What are we doing?” Doyoung asks. 

“This is a hotel,” Johnny explains. “Dinner wasn’t the only reservation I made for tonight.”

Doyoung makes a soft disgruntled sound. “We have an apartment, like, thirty minutes away if there’s bad traffic. Why a hotel?”

Johnny doesn’t answer as he deposits you and Doyoung on a sofa before the fireplace. He simply takes his jacket and the gift bag from Doyoung with a wink, and he walks away to the reception desk. The jacket he hooks over his shoulder, the bag swings from his other hand as he swaggers away. God, maybe it’s the alcohol talking or more likely it’s just that you’re really hot for your boyfriends, but Johnny’s ass looks great, and you can’t peel your eyes away from him. 

Doyoung sighs and slumps down beside you. You finally blink, leaving off from staring at Johnny to instead lean over, tipping your head against Doyoung’s shoulder. You echo his sigh, though it sounds and feels a little dreamier from your lips. His hand covers your knee. 

“I feel bougie,” you admit softly, “But also completely out of my depth. Dinner and this place are fancy as shit, Doie.”

Doyoung hums agreeably. “I told him not to go overboard, but our boyfriend is a romantic.” He drums his fingers on your knee. “He’s also got expensive taste. That’s why he likes us so much.”

“I’m cheap,” you laugh, “Compared to all this anyway. I told you two in the beginning, I don’t need all this fancy shit to be happy. Plus, you’re just spoiling me, giving me little tastes of all of this, I’m gonna get addicted to it. Paris and now this? What happens if I suddenly can’t afford this lifestyle anymore?” Your heart throbs with hurt. 

Doyoung’s fingers press beneath your chin suddenly, your knee left cold as he tips your face up to look him in the eye. “My darling, we’re not going anywhere. We love you. We want to drown you with all of our attention, give you everything that we can, even if it’s silly trinkets or expensive experiences, like Johnny said earlier. We’ve both got the money, and we want to spend it on you.”

Heat comes over you in waves, racing under your skin. 

“I love you,” falls from your lips. 

He smiles. “I love you, too.”

You’re about to lunge in to kiss Doyoung too, but Johnny returns at that moment. He clears his throat. “Room acquired. Check out at 11:00 tomorrow. Room service is available at all hours.”

Johnny offers both of his hands to you and Doyoung, and you both accept. He pulls you both to your feet, and without letting go, leads you back to a different elevator. 

This one only carries you up a single floor, and then Johnny is waltzing down the hallway, humming happily as he alternates spinning you and Doyoung around him until all three of you are laughing, colliding, tangling. 

You’re tucked into Doyoung’s side when Johnny stops at a door. A flick of a keycard, and the door opens. 

Doyoung freezes in the doorway, but you’re moving inside, in awe of the room for tonight. 

It’s all streamlined, high tech minimalist. White and black, gleaming in the lights. Smooth curves — a wavy shaped chaise; an oval-shaped dining table that’s all white and rounded edges, solid to the floor. Everything is operated by touchscreen. You’re in absolute awe. 

Johnny’s voice echoes around the room. “Come inside, Doyoung. Unless you’re planning to sleep in that doorway tonight and miss all the fun.”

Doyoung makes a noise, then says, “Johnny, this is too much. We’re so close to home, just a twenty minute drive probably! No, don’t….”

His half-hearted protest draws your attention away from a touchscreen beside the windows that you’d been messing with to change the tinting on the windows from complete blackout to crystal clear. You turn away from a half-dimmed window to witness the door to the suite closing as Johnny tugs Doyoung into him, and the younger of your two boyfriends simply melts as Johnny’s hands grip Doyoung’s hips, and he dips his head into the crook of Doyoung’s neck. 

“We’ve all been drinking,” Johnny laughs against the flushed skin of Doyoung’s throat. “We’re not driving anywhere tonight.” 

Doyoung moans softly, and you know he’s done for. There will be no more arguments heard from him, especially not after Johnny’s hands slide beneath Doyoung’s shirt. Doyoung reaches up, touching Johnny’s strong arms, but he looks back over to you as he says, “Don’t let Johnny fool you, darling. Our boyfriend just likes hotel sex.”

“I like a change in scenery sometimes. A different backdrop to my wonderful partners.” Johnny’s lips skim up Doyoung’s throat. “I wanted to treat you both tonight. It’s a special night.”

Quickly you wrack your brain, trying to remember what today’s date is and what its importance could be. It’s not either of their birthdays. It’s currently the beginning of August, and they’re both February boys. 

Doyoung puts both of his hands to Johnny’s chest, pushing lightly until your boyfriend withdraws from where he’d been nuzzling Doyoung’s throat. 

“What?” Johnny’s smile is syrupy, his gaze fixed on Doyoung’s lips. “You want me to stop?”

“No.” Doyoung’s voice is quiet, his eyes soften, and you notice the way that his fingers scrunch the front of Johnny’s top. “You remembered?”

Johnny rolls his eyes a little with a tender smile aimed right at Doyoung. “Of course I remembered. I forget our anniversary one time, and you think I’m going to forget every time. What did you think all this was about tonight?”

“It’s your anniversary?” Your words come out with a little squeal. “You should have said! Why am I here? Tonight should be all about both of you!”

Doyoung shoots a hand out, reaching for you even though you’re too far away. “No! We want you here. You’re part of us now, right? Tonight is about you too.”

“No, really,” you insist, stepping around them, inching towards the door. “It’s your anniversary!”

“And we want you here!” Johnny detaches from Doyoung, trying to catch you before you can leave. 

Before you can protest your inclusion in this evening again, Johnny catches up to you. He sweeps you into his arms, spinning you around until your back is to the room’s door, and he kisses you deeply. You lose yourself in it, for a moment forgetting entirely about the argumentative point you were thinking of trying to make. All of it fades away as you kiss Johnny. 

You break away first to take a deep breath, your heart thundering while Johnny sponges kisses down your throat. 

Doyoung is gone, no longer leaning against the wall where Johnny had left him. 

“Doyoung?” You call out, gently pushing Johnny back. 

At the sound of your voice, Johnny steps back, head whipping around as he also takes in the fact that your boyfriend has disappeared. 

An impressed whistle echoes from within the bedroom, so you and Johnny quickly go in search of Doyoung. 

The bedroom is glamorous yet still very modern. A mirror black tile makes up the floor, although most of it is covered by a pristine white rug. An enormous bed is centered along one wall, silver light sconces are wall-mounted on either side of the bed, and small floating side tables are positioned beneath each of the lights. Directly across from the bed is an electric fireplace with a TV above it, and a pair of sleek white two-seater couches sit facing each other over a glass coffee table. 

The wall of the fireplace as well as half of the wall on the side of the room farthest from where you currently stand is all windows, looking out over the night view of the city. And opposite the door to enter the bedroom is the doorway into the bathroom, which is where you find Doyoung. 

Black marble walls and floors. Lights that only offer a glow from the edges of the ceiling and floor. A whole wall that is just window. There’s a free-standing white tub in front of the window. A long countertop of matching white beneath gold-edged mirrors and golden pendant lights. The shower, you realize after a moment, is completely open, just a slight dip in the floor with a nearly invisible drain; two shower heads come from the wall, one with a detachable head, as well as a third overhead that a quick tap of Doyoung’s fingers against the tech pad reveals is a waterfall showerhead.  

The toilet is in a separate area, behind a door that’s able to be closed, although there is again a floor-to-ceiling pane of window glass to have a view while you relieve yourself. Though you notice the tech pad in here allows you to dim the window, if you choose. 

While you’re at a considerably lower elevation than you’d been while up at the rooftop restaurant, you’re still incredibly high up. You’re higher than the surrounding buildings, so you at least have no fear of being easily seen through the windows here, though part of you still thinks it’s a bit of an odd choice to have a bathroom that’s almost entirely lacking in privacy. 

You can see the bathroom reflected in the window, so you notice Johnny leaving the bathroom, and after another minute of observing the city spread out below you, you also notice Doyoung coming up behind you. 

His arms slide around your waist, his body pressing up against yours. Doyoung kisses the side of your head. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s the anniversary of Johnny and I getting together, but I think it’s important to have you here too. You’re part of us now.” Another kiss, this one to your upper cheek. “And there really just is something so nice about spending the night fucking your two lovers in a fancy hotel room. Right?” 

You laugh, reaching your arm up behind you to curl your hand at the back of Doyoung’s neck. His mouth drops to the shoulder your top left exposed. His teeth scrape lightly, his tongue a hot relief afterwards, and one of his hands moves, fingers tracing the waistband of your pants for only a moment before dipping beneath the fabric. Your nails drag against the back of his neck, and Doyoung moans softly, the sound humming against your skin, vibrating down to your core, down to the place where his fingers delve beneath your panties. 

Doyoung’s hips rock forward, his erection against your ass, and he shuffles you both forward a bit more. Your toes touch the glass, Doyoung’s feet nudge yours apart a bit, and he’s suddenly got you pressed to the window. 

Unlike earlier at the restaurant upstairs, now being this close to the window sends a thrill of excitement through you rather than fear. Your head is turned to the side, and Doyoung moves in, kissing you even as his fingers stroke your clit beneath your pants, his hips rolling forward to dry hump you against the window, hundreds of feet in the air. 

You press one hand to the window, the other is still curled against Doyoung’s neck. You gasp into his kiss when he thrusts his hips forward as he dips a finger inside you. “Fuck, Doyoung,” you break the kiss to moan aloud, your breath clouding the window. 

“You like doing this here? I know we’re up high, but someone could still see us.” He mouths along your shoulder. “Someone in that building down there could look up, see you pinned to the window, falling apart around my fingers.” 

A broken whine cascades from your mouth. You like it — the picture Doyoung paints while he touches you. 

He keeps talking while he’s mouthing at your throat and shoulder, humping against your ass while he fingerfucks you. Your hips roll, pushing back into his thrusts, pressing forward onto the sweet friction of his fingers sliding inside you. You’re soaking his fingers, soaking your panties. You wish he would stop the useless humping, that he would instead pull down your pants and panties, fuck into you right here against the window. 

You pull your face from the window, and as you arch your back, you can see yourself reflected in the glass. Your face contorted with desire and pleasure, eyes bright and lips parted around a moan of Doyoung’s name. 

“God, darling, you look so pretty right now.” Doyoung grunts, gripping your hip with his free hand as he really ruts against your ass. “I thought about doing this when I had you in the practice studio last week. Before everyone got there, when it was just us, I couldn’t help thinking about pinning you up against the mirror, making you watch yourself while I fucked you, make you look at the pretty faces you make while I make you feel so good.”

You can see it now. Part of you wishes he’d have acted on that impulse in the studio. You’d spent a decent amount of the time you watched him practice choreography thinking about the stories he and Johnny have shared of them hooking up in that room. And after you’d danced, messing around with him before the choreographers and staff had shown up, after having his body against yours when you’d stumbled and accidentally pulled him down over you, it had been something you’d been thinking about too. 

“I wish you had,” you admit aloud to him now. “Johnny and I messed around at my place of work, and I know you’re jealous of that. You should’ve put a claim on me at your work.” 

Doyoung seems pleased by what you’ve just said. He sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and although his fingers suddenly go still inside you, you don’t mind because he’s resting his full weight against you, pinning you completely against the window with one of his arms pressed to the glass beside your head as he rapidly and hotly thrusts against the curve of your ass, his soft grunts and moans panted against your skin. You scrape your nails over the back of his neck, pushing your fingers into his hair. 

“Doyoung, Doyoung,” you moan, trying to rock your hips, trying to get the friction of his fingers inside you, trying to see if you can really get your boyfriend to cum from humping your ass. 

You tug on his hair, and Doyoung fucking unravels. 

His mouth clamps down on your shoulder like he’s a vampire, and you shudder with pleasure, though not as much as he does. 

Doyoung cums, hips stuttering as he spills inside his pants, grinding against the swell of your ass. His fingers leave the slick heat of your pussy, gliding instead against your clit while he pants against your skin, still sucking and kissing, likely leaving his mark behind.  

Your orgasm comes over you like honey — sweet and sticky and slow rolling. Your fingers and toes curl. Doyoung’s fingers slide with intention over your clit, your wetness making his movements so smooth, and the pleasure just rolls through you, a low and slow but certainly pleasant orgasm. 

You feel it glowing through you even as Doyoung withdraws from you. You peel yourself from the window, twisting to face him, and Doyoung holds eye contact with you while he lifts his fingers soaked with your wetness to his lips. 

“Deviant,” you tease, pushing at his chest lightly. “Pervert. You just came from dry humping me against the window for anyone in the city to see.”

Doyoung’s eyes gleam. “So did you.”

“Touche.” You take his hand. “Let's go find Johnny.” 

His mouth pops open, probably to argue that he wants to shower off, especially since he’d just cum in his pants, but you tug him from the bathroom. He doesn’t need to shower yet, you’re sure the night of sex isn’t ending with what just happened between the two of you. 

You freeze when you exit the bathroom. Doyoung bumps into your back. 

Johnny is sitting on one of the couches in front of the fireplace across from the bed. He looks deceivingly relaxed at first glance: leaned back with his right arm stretched along the back of the couch, his left ankle resting on his right knee. But then you look closer and see how he’s watching both of you. His eyes are hooded and deliciously dangerous, a plot at work behind those dark brown irises. 

“Have fun?” Johnny asks with an air of casualness that doesn’t match the look in his eyes. 

“Why are you sitting out here?” Doyoung steps up beside you, his hand resting on your lower back. “You could have joined.”

Johnny waves his hand, dismissing the late invitation. “I liked listening. Besides, I’ve been thinking. We’re going to play a game.” Johnny bounces his foot, unmoving from his seat. 

Doyoung looks at you, but you shrug your shoulders, just as in the dark as Doyoung himself. He looks back to Johnny. “What kind of game?”

“Baby, c’mere,” Johnny commands you, crooking his finger in a gesture for you to come to his side. Obediently, you leave Doyoung, crossing the short distance to stand in front of Johnny at the small couch. Johnny pats his lap, and as soon as you’ve turned to seat yourself, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you down firmly into his lap, your back to his chest, locking his arms around your abdomen so you couldn’t get up even if you wanted to. 

Doyoung’s eyes flash between you and Johnny, then to the bed beside you. “Hyung?” 

Johnny lifts a hand to your shoulder, lightly brushing his fingers over the marks left by Doyoung’s mouth. You shiver a little, and have to bite back a moan when Johnny lowers his head to nuzzle against your neck. His lips brush your skin when he finally answers Doyoung. “Doie, you’re gonna go shower while we have some fun. It’s probably killing you to be standing there with your cum drying in your pants, isn’t it?”

Doyoung’s face flushes. 

“When you come back out, the game will begin.” Johnny lifts his head from the crook of your neck. “Our baby is always such a good girl for us, so I’m ready to start the game with her. but will you be good tonight? You like to play too, don’t you, Doyoungie?”

You smile a little as you witness the way Doyoung fails to suppress a shiver. He eagerly nods. 

“Good boy,” Johnny purrs, “Now go shower. When you’re finished, no need to dress.”

Doyoung bites his lip, eyes scanning over the pretty picture that you and Johnny make: you nestled in his lap, tipping your head back onto his shoulder as Johnny begins overlaying light kisses where Doyoung’s lips had been just moments before. Rather reluctantly, Doyoung twists away, his gaze lingering as long as possible until he’s fully turned away and traipsing back into the bathroom, stripping as he goes. 

You laugh softly as his shirt comes flying through the doorway to flutter to the floor. A moment later, his pants follow, then socks, and lastly, his ruined underwear. 

“He’s messy,” you murmur, staring at the wet stain on his  underwear, a bit of pearly cum visible from where you sit in Johnny’s lap. 

“He’ll clean the clothes up,” Johnny replies, squeezing his hands at your hips. “Should we punish him for being messy as part of the game?”

You sigh as his mouth rises higher, his teeth close lightly over your earlobe, tugging gently. His name falls unbidden from your lips, your body melting beneath his touch. “Johnny,” you shift yourself in his lap, spreading your legs apart, “Touch me, please.”

The sound of water spattering onto tiles sounds from the bathroom. 

“Still hungry for more, baby? Didn't you just cum in there with Doyoung?” Johnny keeps it up with the teasing your earlobe between his lips, his fingers drum at your hips. “You can wait.” 

You’re not sure what he’s making you wait for, but in an instant he goes from leisurely teasing you to peeling away from you, urging you to stand up. You do so on wobbly legs, dazedly turning to look at him. 

“Baby, we’re gonna play a game with Doyoung, okay? Take your top off for me.” His fingers brush down the soft side of your velvet top. 

Immediately, you obey, tugging the shirt over your head, leaving you standing there in just your pants. The top was tight enough and supportive enough that you’d decided to forego the bra this evening. Now, your breasts breathe freely, nipples pebbling under Johnny’s gaze. 

“Mm,” he hums, pleased. He reaches out, and it drives you slightly insane how much it makes you want him when he just skims his fingers along the sides of your breasts, thumbing over your nipples to make them even more attentive. “So pretty for us, my love.”

You preen at the praise, pushing your chest forward, aching for more of his touch. 

Johnny shakes his head slightly, snapping back into focus, pulling his eyes away from the distraction of your breasts. His hands fall away from where you want them most, and he takes the red velvet top from you. “How much do you like this top?”

“I honestly forgot I had it until today,” you admit. “Why?”

The answer comes in the form of Johnny tearing the top down the side seam. A small noise of surprise bursts from you. 

“Sorry, I’ll buy you another one.” 

“You’re going to owe me an entirely new wardrobe if you keep it up,” you chastise, remembering how many different items of your clothing Johnny has decided to shred since you met him. 

“I can do that.” He dips forward, kissing you briefly before he pulls back to focus on the shirt again. 

You quickly notice, as you watch his hands twist the fabric, that he seems to be making a blindfold. 

“Sit,” Johnny commands. 

You sink back down onto the sofa, folding your hands in your lap. You wait, watching. When Johnny is satisfied with his creation, he sits back down beside you. You eye the blindfold a bit warily. You’re not big on sensory deprivation stuff personally, like you like being able to see during sex. 

“It’s for Doyoung,” Johnny explains when he notices your expression. “It’s not something we’ve done often over the years, but he likes it when we do. And I think he’ll like it with the game.”

You feel better about it, knowing that you’re not going to be the one blindfolded. Quietly, Johnny explains the rules of the game to you, checking with you that you’re comfortable with what is going to be happening. 

“I ran a list of scenarios by Doyoung the other day.” Johnny fiddles with the blindfold as he glances towards the bathroom where you can still hear the shower running. “I told him I was planning some fun for the three of us soon, and asked his opinion on a few different things. He agreed to a surprising number of them, and I’m sure he knows that some of those things are a possibility in this game, but he can’t know for certain which ones. And he’ll just go along with this, but if he wants to opt out at any point, he uses the traffic light system.”

You nod. 

Green = good. Yellow = pause or slow down. Red = stop. 

“I don’t think we’re going to do anything wild enough to make him say Red,” Johnny says. “I prepared a bit for tonight, but not everything. Clearly.” He lifts the makeshift blindfold. 

The shower falls silent. 

“Ready?” Johnny asks. 

“I’m ready.” You agree. 

You stand, stripping off your pants. Your panties cling to your wet pussy, and you hesitate for a moment, deciding if you want to pull them off, but a low noise from Johnny has you plucking them off as well. 

Johnny knocks a quick kiss to your bare hip, his hand cupping your ass. “It’s a shame he’s not going to be able to look at you long, my love.” 

Heat blooms in your chest at the endearment. Desire sparks an ache in your core. 

Johnny stands, stepping in front of you as you both hear wet footsteps crossing the bathroom.

“Johnny,” you grab for his hand before he can go far, “I love you.”

He smiles at you over his shoulder. “I love you, too.” His hand squeezes yours once in reassurance. 

Doyoung steps out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. He’s starkly naked. Water still drips from his hair, drops glisten in the light where they race down his skin. His dick is semi-hard. His eyes go to Johnny, wide and willing to do anything. 

“Kneel.” The single word from Johnny is a demand. 

Doyoung drops to his knees. 

His hands fold in his lap, and he looks up at Johnny with the most demure expression he can manage while also somehow looking absolutely shameless and wanton. 

Johnny brandishes the blindfold. 

“I’m going to put this on you, Doyoung.” Johnny stands in front of him, and Doyoung has to tip his head all the way back to meet your other boyfriend’s eyes. “It’s going to stay on for the duration of the game, okay?”

Doyoung nods. “Okay.”

“Good. Once it’s on, you’re our doll to play with, got it? You’re going to obey her and I. We’ll be in charge, in control. You won’t know who is touching you or what exactly we’ll do with you next. But we’ll use the traffic light system, so if you feel uncomfortable and need a break, Yellow; if you feel uncomfortable and need us to stop, Red. Understand, Doyoung?”

“Yes.” Doyoung confirms, blinking up at Johnny. “Green is good, yellow is slow down, red is stop.”

Johnny turns to you. “And, baby, if you want to stop, you can use your safe word, Papaya, or you can use red, yellow, green.”

“Okay,” you agree, feeling better now that Johnny has stated aloud that you’re allowed to opt out of tonight’s activities at any point if it’s too much for you too. Not that you think it will be. 

“Any questions?” Johnny asks. 

Neither you nor Doyoung have any questions at the moment. 

You can see the role slip into place for Johnny. It’s like a mask fits over his face, and he moves closer to Doyoung, leaning in to bind the blindfold around Doyoung’s head. 

“Good?” Johnny confirms. “Not too tight?”

Doyoung shakes his head. “Good.”

Johnny touches Doyoung’s cheek. He trails his thumb over Doyoung’s bottom lip. Doyoung tips his face up, purses his lips, he follows the slight motions of Johnny’s hand. Johnny’s thumb passes over Doyoung’s lip again, and opens his mouth slightly, invitingly. 

“Ah,” Johnny makes the sound softly. “You want something to do with your mouth, Doyoung?” His hand leaves Doyoung’s face, and Johnny silently gestures for you to come closer. Once you’re standing at his side, Johnny says, “First game of the night begins now. You have three options: one is mouth, two is hands, three is cock. Choose wisely.”

Doyoung licks his lips, head cocked slightly to the side. Even with the blindfold covering his eyes, you’re certain that he’s holding them wide with indecision, considering his options. After a mere moment of hesitation, Doyoung blurts, “Mouth.”

“Interesting.” Johnny looks at you, and you move to stand between him and Doyoung, facing Doyoung. 

The way that Johnny had explained the rules to you a few minutes ago went as follows: he gives Doyoung options, and whatever choice he makes is what Johnny is going to do to you while Doyoung listens, and whatever choice he makes you’re also going to use on Doyoung. Of course, he might quickly figure this game out, so Johnny will be switching it up, he might make it so that whatever choice Doyoung makes you will do to Johnny and he will do to Doyoung. 

So now, with the choice being mouth, you have the option of using your mouth on Doyoung. Anywhere, really, although in the context of Johnny’s question, you should really go for his mouth. 

Johnny, however, is likely to freely put his mouth anywhere on your body. 

Your core flares with heat when you feel Johnny’s hands on your body. He grabs you gently by the hips, guiding you backwards a bit, and then he slides his hand up your back, pressing between your shoulders until you’re leaning forward, your face level with Doyoung’s. 

Doyoung is still kneeling there all prim and proper (except for his state of nudity), hands still folded demurely in front of him. His lips are still parted, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

Behind you, Johnny shifts, his body sliding against yours as he sinks to his knees on the soft area rug. You feel his fingers on the backs of your thighs, feel his breath against the damp heat between your legs. 

You rush forward, kissing Doyoung before you can moan. 

Doyoung welcomes the kiss. 

With your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you pour yourself into the kiss. Passion and hunger fuel the next few moments. Lips, tongues, teeth, Doyoung moaning. 

And then Johnny puts his mouth to your skin. He kisses up your right thigh, nearing your core, close enough that you can feel his breath. His mouth falls away, and you whine into Doyoung’s mouth. Johnny’s lips return, rising up the back of your left thigh, and if you thought there was any chance that you wouldn’t be punished, you would reach back and knot your fingers through his hair and keep him from backing away from your pussy. 

You squeeze tighter at Doyoung’s shoulders to keep from reaching for Johnny. 

Luckily, this time, Johnny’s mouth doesn’t fall away. He dives in. 

It’s so hard to focus on kissing Doyoung when Johnny palms your thighs and flicks his tongue over your clit. Even harder still when he’s sucking your clit between his lips. Your legs shake. You’re still a little sensitive from cumming on Doyoung’s fingers in the bathroom, already you can feel the tiny bead of pleasure picking up speed on its way to your orgasm. 

Johnny’s mouth is a marvel. Well, truly, both of your boyfriends are insanely good with their mouths, but Johnny was your first taste of that pleasure, and to this day, that makes his oral skills hold a higher rank in your mind. And right now, as he kneels behind you and  buries himself against your pussy, devouring you to perfection, he’s earning that rank. 

You’re mostly moaning against Doyoung’s lips now rather than kissing him. Doyoung, desperate to be included since he can’t fucking see, keeps kissing you — small presses of his lips to yours, dipping his tongue into your mouth to meet your tongue, teasing your tongue until you fall into his trap of returning yours to his mouth where he satisfies himself with sucking on your tongue. 

When your legs finally buckle, it’s only Johnny’s quick reflexes — his arms catching you beneath the hips, wrapping around your upper thighs — that keep you from collapsing. He holds you there against his mouth while he feasts on your pussy. 

Your mouth falls away from Doyoung’s entirely. You cling to his shoulders as you let your head fall to rest on one of your arms. Some part of you knows that you sound like a cat in heat — whining and mewling as Johnny’s tongue and lips carry you over the precipice, tipping you headfirst into an intense orgasm. 

Your nails dig into Doyoung’s shoulders. You bite down on your own arm to keep from crying out too loudly. Your legs shake, hips rocking against Johnny’s face, your orgasm taking everything from you as he laps at your pussy, each pass of his tongue over your clit sending another wave of pleasure wracking through you. 

Slowly, Johnny pulls his head back, dipping back in a few more times to get a last taste. He gently lowers you down to your knees, and you drop your head to Doyoung’s lap with a contented sigh. 

“Round two, Doyoung. Again, mouth, hands, or cock?” Johnny rubs a hand soothingly along your back. It’s such a simple touch, a comforting touch as you catch your breath and come back to your body, yet the heat of his fingertips is already stoking the fire inside you back to life. 

Above you, Doyoung hums in thought. 

You open your eyes, coming face to face with his erection. Fully erect now. You sigh a little, and the poor thing twitches, desperate for attention. 

“H-hands?” Doyoung answers. 

“Are you sure?” Johnny asks. 

“Yes, sir,” Doyoung replies, dick twitching as you perhaps sadistically blow lightly towards him. He groans softly. “Hands.”

Johnny tuts. “You asked for it.”

You lift yourself from Doyoung’s lap, rolling over onto your back with your head now on the soft area rug. You look up at Johnny and watch him pull his belt off. Doyoung makes a soft sound as he hears the clink of the belt, and his whole body tenses up when Johnny takes Doyoung’s wrists in one hand. He doesn’t say anything though when his hands are drawn around behind him by Johnny, his wrists bound together with Johnny’s belt. 

“So hands means no hands?” Doyoung quips. “Then I should choose no mouth next time?”

“Choose whatever you want, baby boy,” Johnny swiftly kisses Doyoung. “I’m still going to do whatever I like with you.”

Johnny strips them, a sight for your starving eyes. First he undoes his shirt, shrugging it off, revealing the toned panes of his chest and abs, the strong bulge of his arms shadowed with ink. Next is his pants, left in a pile on the floor beside Doyoung’s discarded clothes. He’s visibly hard in his underwear, and much to your displeasure, Johnny leaves that last little article of clothing on. 

Doyoung’s nipples are hard peaks on his chest, straining forward, yearning to be touched. His dick, too, is pink and hard and needy. As Johnny kneels beside Doyoung, his hands brushing along Doyoung’s shoulders and neck, the poor neglected dick bobs, drawing your attention. 

You roll over onto your belly and sit up. Johnny notices your renewed interest. 

“Only hands,” Johnny murmurs. 

He keeps to that rule himself. Johnny touches Doyoung everywhere. He runs his hands down Doyoung’s chest, across his abdomen, around his sides and he trails his fingers up his spine. Doyoung shivers with overwhelming desire, his erection blushing. 

You run your fingertips lightly from his knees up his thighs to his hips. Your hands brush Johnny’s at Doyoung’s abdomen, both of you avoiding his dick. 

Doyoung whimpers when you wind a hand up between Johnny’s so you can access Doyoung’s chest. You flick your fingertip over one nipple, reach over to pinch the other. 

Johnny moves behind you again. He slips his arms around you, caging you between his strong biceps as he gently lifts his hands to Doyoung’s face. While you torture Doyoung’s nipples, Johnny caresses your boyfriend’s face, ghosts his fingertips over Doyoung’s lips, pushes his fingers through Doyoung’s hair. It’s amazing how neither of you is truly doing that much, but it’s driving Doyoung crazy. 

The series of sensation must be heightened for him by the lack of sight. He can’t see either of you, so each touch must feel electric. He’s sighing and whimpering, gasping when you trail one hand down from his chest, tracing every freckle and dip of his torso, over his abdomen, at last coming to a halt with your fingertips just grazing the dark shadow of hair at the base of his dick. 

“Please,” Doyoung begs. “Please, touch me.”

It echoes your plea to Johnny earlier. You glance back over your shoulder at him, and he winks. 

Johnny drops one hand from Doyoung’s hair, bringing it down to join yours. 

Together you wrap your hands around Doyoung’s length, fisting his dick. He squirms, bucking into your combined touch with a keening moan. 

“Ah, ah,” Johnny tuts. “Quiet, Doie.”

But that appears to be quite the challenge as he immediately moans again. 

Johnny pushes your hand away from Doyoung’s cock, and you’re not sure where to look as Johnny shoves two fingers into Doyoung’s mouth to silence him, and with his other hand, he slaps Doyoung’s raging erection. 

This time his cry is muffled by Johnny’s fingers. 

“I said be quiet. If you can’t listen, I’ll just have to play with only our girlfriend. Just make you listen while she sucks my cock, make you listen as she cries out my name while I fuck her.” He lowers his mouth to kiss your shoulder, his body pressing up behind you, his thigh slipping between your legs. You widen the spread of your knees on the floor until your cunt is resting on Johnny’s thigh. You’re so goddamned tempted to start rubbing yourself on him, but you dare not do so without his permission right now. 

“Go on, baby. Show me what you want,” Johnny encourages you. “Let Doyoung hear how good I make you feel.”

So you do. 

Straddling Johnny’s thigh, you start moving, rolling your hips to grind your wet pussy against his bare thigh. The glide, the friction, it feels so good. 

There’s just something so hot about riding one of your boyfriend’s thighs while he finger fucks your other boyfriend’s mouth. Doyoung’s lips are wrapped so prettily around Johnny’s fingers. He bobs his head to simulate a blowjob, his saliva shining on Johnny’s fingers in the chandelier-light of the hotel room. 

Johnny’s free hand settles on your hip, his lips brush your ear. “So pretty for me, baby. God, you’re so wet, making a mess of my thigh. I know I just ate you out, pretty girl, but I wish you were riding my face right now, I just can’t get enough of your taste, just like I know you can’t get enough of my tongue.”

You whimper, and Doyoung reacts. 

Doyoung’s neglected dick twitches in his lap. You itch to reach for it, to touch him, but not until Johnny says so. 

Johnny’s hand slips from Doyoung’s lips, damp fingers dropping to Doyoung’s chest to tweak each of his nipples. Obediently, Doyoung keeps quiet now, though his poor dick keeps begging for attention. 

“Good girl,” Johnny praises, his fingers tightening on your hip. “Ride my thigh, sweetheart.”

Doyoung’s mouth falls open, his arms jerk as if he’s trying to reach around to remove the blindfold to see you, or maybe he just wants to touch. 

Johnny brings his still damp fingers to your chest, and just as he’d done to Doyoung moments ago, he pinches your nipples, teases them with light swirling touches, flicking the pad of his thumb over them. You feel like a live wire buzzes from your tits to your core, re-energizing your movements as you hump Johnny’s thigh. You’re panting and moaning softly, humming Johnny’s name as the pleasure picks up, but you don’t want to cum like this. You know you’ve probably only got a limited number of orgasms you can take tonight, and truly you would rather not waste one cumming from humping his thigh. Not when there are much better options. 

“Doyoung, game three: hands, mouth, cock?” You ask. 

Johnny pinches your nipples. “You think you’re in charge, baby? You want to play that game?”

“Yeah,” you moan, rocking your hips, grinding your clit on his toned muscle. “Wanna use you both. Make you both mine.”

“Why don’t we start with you being in charge of Doyoung, hmm?” Johnny kisses your shoulder, and then quietly just for you, he says, “I have a plan for later that I think will let you do that nicely.”

It’s no surprise that he’s not quite willing to give up control. But you’ve seen Doyoung falter beneath you before, seen him willing to let you take charge. Looking at him now, cock trembling, hands bound, eyes covered, you think he’ll do perfectly for you. 

“Do I still get to choose?” Doyoung asks. 

“Unless you’re willing to give up total control and just become our little sex doll.” Johnny responds over the sound of your sighs of pleasure while you keep riding his thigh. He’s busily flicking the thumb of one hand over one nipple, while his other hand massages your other breast. 

Doyoung considers it for a long moment. Finally he says again, “Mouth.”

Johnny snickers in response to that, which only sends a thrill through you. He drops both of his hands to your hips. “Up, baby.”

You get to your feet. 

“You too, baby boy.” 

Johnny jerks Doyoung up with a hand under his arm, and he throws him down on the bed. Johnny climbs on after him, straddles his legs and immediately takes the hard length of Doyoung’s cock into his mouth. 

You take a step back and decide to sit on one of the couches, to just enjoy the show. You bump into something as you sit, a bag tumbles onto its side, tissue paper crinkles, and you realize you’ve just sat on the gift bag Johnny’s brought along all night. 

Now with him thoroughly distracted as he sucks Doyoung’s soul out through his dick, you take a peek at the anniversary gift. You straighten the bag, pull away the tissue paper, and what you see inside is not at all what you were expecting. 

You pull it out. 

The black harness is softer than you’d imagined, although certainly sturdy. But the main star of the gift is the rainbow dildo, striped red at the tip and gradually shifting through the rainbow back towards the base that ends in purple just before the plate it’s attached to. 

A rainbow strap-on. 

That’s the gift Johnny has been carrying around all night. 

“What’s this?” You ask.

Johnny pulls his mouth from Doyoung so he can look back over his shoulder at you. “That’s for you,” he answers simply. “There should be a little something more if you look at the bottom of the bag.”

“You opened the present?” Doyoung whines. “What is it?”

“Did I tell you to speak?" Johnny asks, slapping Doyoung’s cock again. 

Doyoung hisses and shakes his head, squirming around uncomfortably. His bound hands are trapped behind his back, his angry dick weeps precum, and Johnny smacks Doyoung’s dick again. 

You dig back into the gift bag, and at the bottom you discover a bottle of lube and an unopened box of condoms. 

Does Johnny want you to fuck Doyoung? Like, he wants you to top Doyoung?

Heat rushes through your belly, your core tightening. It wasn’t something you’d really thought about before now, but with the idea presented in such a way, you’re feeling into it. Looking at the pair of your boyfriends now, you watch Johnny suck at Doyoung’s tip, teasing as Doyoung clearly craves more; he keeps trying to rock his hips off the bed to drive Johnny farther down his length. 

Maybe the first step is for you to try the harness on, to make sure it’s comfortable and fits, that you like it. 

It is surprisingly soft and comfortable against your skin. You’d almost expected the straps to chafe, but once it’s slid into place around your hips and thighs, you find the harness is really not much more uncomfortable than a pair of panties. However, the strap does throw you off a tiny bit, just that different small additional weight that you’re not used to, bobbing between your legs. 

As you admire the shape of your new appendage, which is really shaped very realistically — veins running along the length and the mushroom tip are similar to Johnny’s, making you wonder if he got this from a cast of his own cock — you run your hand along it. There’s a pad at the base of the harness that rubs just-so against your clit, and as you stroke your pretty rainbow dildo, you get the slightest bit of friction from it. 

Oh, you think you’re going to like this. 

From the bed, you hear Johnny, “Hands, mouth, cock, or ass?”

The new option draws your attention. Doyoung has to consider it again, his decision-making process made more difficult by the way that Johnny is kitten-licking at Doyoung’s tip while he’s got both hands hidden from your view between Doyoung’s legs. 

You edge closer to the bed, bringing the lube and the condoms with you. 

Johnny glances at you before returning his focus to his ministrations. His tongue flicks along Doyoung’s slit, and he’s got one hand massaging Doyoung’s balls while the other teasingly circles around Doyoung’s hole. 

“Choose, Doyoungie,” you tell him. You toss the items in your hands to the other side of the bed, and then you lean in to stroke your hands along his chest, massaging his pecs, brushing your fingers across his sensitive nipples. “If you can’t make a choice, we’ll just have to make one for you, or I’ll choose for Johnny to just fuck me while you lie here untouched and forced to listen.”

Johnny laughs. “Gonna make our boyfriend a cuckold on our anniversary?” He slaps Doyoung’s cock lightly, and the poor thing jerks as he moans. 

You brush your lips against Doyoung’s, gently in contradiction to your sharper words. “I want Johnny to fuck me while you lie here uselessly tied up and blindfolded. Nothing you can do about it as our boyfriend fills me up, as he molds my pussy to the shape of his cock.”

Doyoung whines, lifting his head from the bed to chase your lips as you straighten. You push your hand to his chest, sliding your fingers higher to curl around his neck. You don’t really put that much pressure behind your touch, but Doyoung sinks back into the soft mattress. 

“I want cock! And pussy!” Doyoung whines. “I need it! Don’t leave me out, please!”

Your belly warms at the sound of his begging. 

“Good boy,” you praise, leaning back in to kiss him again. 

“Shift up, Doyoung.” Johnny pulls away from Doyoung, climbing off the bed. “Make some room for our girlfriend.”

Doyoung obediently squirms, trying to make his way higher up the bed, but with his hands bound, that’s a bit difficult. 

Johnny sighs, and he forcibly flips Doyoung over into his belly. He grabs Doyoung’s hands, and with a quick flick, he undoes the belt and pulls it free from around Doyoung’s wrists. They’re pink and look sore, and the dominance rising in you falters a bit; you long to take Doyoung’s wrists and kiss the marks, to soothe him. But before you can break, Johnny swats Doyoung’s ass. 

“Crawl,” he demands. 

Doyoung crawls blindly up the bed on his hands and knees until he reaches the pillows piled against the headboard. He stays like that, on all fours, his head turned as if to look back at you and Johnny. 

On instinct, you reach forward, flatten your palm, and smack Doyoung’s ass. 

He whimpers as his body rocks forward. His cock hangs heavy between his legs. 

“You need cock, huh?” Johnny asks gruffly. Now he smacks a hand on the plump curve of Doyoung’s ass. His hit leaves a pink handprint behind. “You think you just get to demand cock or pussy? In your position? Just because you beg for it? Just because I gave you the choice?”

Doyoung nods. “Yes, sir.”

Johnny’s hand comes down again, Doyoung’s body rocking forward with the motion. His face knocks into the pillows. Johnny looks over at you, gesturing to Doyoung, signaling that you’re welcome to step in, if you like. 

The next spank is yours. You know you probably don’t have as much force or strength in your hits as Johnny does, that your hand is a different size too, so Doyoung can probably tell the difference. But you swear he moans a little more when your blows land on his ass. 

You and Johnny keep alternating smacks to Doyoung’s pretty pink bottom until Doyoung pathetically whines and drops his head down to the bed between his hands. His cock is twitching, a shiny strand of precum drips from his tip. 

Johnny makes a derisive noise. “Close, Doie? Are you getting off on being spanked?”

“Yes, sir.” Doyoung whimpers as Johnny places a final smack right between his cheeks, over his hole. “Please!”

Johnny strokes his fingers over Doyoung’s sensitive entrance, brings them down to his balls to massage them a moment, lower to trace his fingers lightly along the length of Doyoung’s twitching dick. And then he does it in reverse: teasing touches, a little squeeze, his fingers circling Doyoung’s hole. Johnny leans in and spits. Doyoung moans, biting the sound off before he fully lets it out. 

“You like that?” Johnny asks, and he massages his fingers against the tight hole, using his saliva to ease the motion. “You want me to stretch you open for cock, baby?” 

You turn your head at his typical pet name for you, but you realize he’s talking to Doyoung. Until he glances at you, raises his eyebrows, and you realize that, no, he actually is asking you. 

You nod silently, and Johnny jerks his head towards the condoms and lube. 

You move quickly around the bed, fetching the items and bringing them back to Johnny. 

He grabs Doyoung’s hips, forcing him to move again. He drags Doyoung towards the edge of the bed, so he’s positioned with his feet hanging over the edge, knees braced firmly on the mattress, and his head is still bowed between his shoulders until his forehead meets the mattress. You sit the condoms and lube beside him. 

Doyoung makes a small sound when Johnny flips open the cap on the bottle of lube. He shifts, turning his head to the side, his back arching ever so slightly. 

Now, you’ve watched a few times while Johnny fingered Doyoung open. You’ve had your own ass fingered open by Johnny. But you’ve never gotten the front row seat quite like this. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Johnny, his arm brushes yours each time he moves. You get the up close point of view as he slicks his fingers with lube, as he gets one long finger inside Doyoung. 

You’ve almost forgotten that Johnny had also asked you if you wanted him to open you up, stretch you to take cock, but when his free hand cups your ass, it all comes rushing back to you. 

“Get on the bed,” he murmurs to you. 

His arm is still flexing as he slowly fucks one finger into Doyoung. You climb onto the bed beside Doyoung, careful of the strap-on as you arrange yourself on your hands and knees as well. 

“You look so sexy,” Johnny praises, “Both of you.” 

You feel his hand then, his fingers, lube. You let go of everything and just lose yourself in the moment, relaxing into the feeling of Johnny opening you up with his fingers — slowly and tenderly, careful to not hurt you. You can’t help the sounds you’re making, but you’re not nearly as noisy as Doyoung. 

Doyoung is whimpering, panting, dropping quiet pleas for more. His head is so close beside yours, so after a few moments, you lift a hand from the bed to touch Doyoung’s face, and you turn his head towards yours before capturing his lips to quiet both of you. 

Johnny picks up speed in the way he’s plunging his fingers inside you, his fingers stretching apart to work you open. He’s got three fingers smoothly gliding through your back entrance when he suddenly stops. 

The loss of the pleasant sensation brings you up short. You break away from kissing Doyoung, who just whines and sadly drops his head down to the bed. His lips are pink and kiss-swollen, glossy with saliva, and his tongue darts out now as if to tempt you back to him. 

Silently, Johnny pats your hip. 

You look over at him, and he gestures for you to get off the bed.

“Your turn, baby,” Johnny says, waving a hand at Doyoung with his ass up in the air, pretty pink hole on display. “If you want. I want to take care of you, too,” he reassures you, as if the way you hesitate for a half second is because you’re worried about missing out on your own pleasure. He cups your ass. 

“I want it,” you confirm. 

Doyoung, although abandoned, untouched on the bed, has remained surprisingly quiet. But the moment that your skin makes contact with his, Doyoung whines again, begging, “More, sir. I need your cock!”

That seems to amuse Johnny as he says from behind you, “And you’ll get it in a moment, my love. Be good. I want to divide my attention between you and our sweet girl now.” 

Johnny sinks to his knees behind you, his hands on your ass, and you realize in the moment right before it happens, what he’s going to do. 

Johnny’s mouth is hot on your ass, his tongue electric when he swipes it between your cheeks. 

You have never had your ass eaten, but it appears that tonight is a night of firsts. 

First time getting your ass eaten. First time fingering your boyfriend. First time fucking your boyfriend with a strap on. 

You press your fingers inside Doyoung. He’s so loose, so warm, slick with lube. He’s trembling, inside and out. His cries are muffled, and you realize that he’s bitten down on his arm to do his best attempt at staying quiet even as he rocks his hips back to meet each thrust of your fingers. 

And in the meantime, you can feel your arousal beginning to drip down your thighs, helped along in the messy feeling by Johnny’s spit leaking from where he’s now palming your ass with his face buried between your cheeks, his tongue wreaking havoc as he eats your ass — spearing his tongue inside you, swirling it around the tight ring of muscle — and he even starts to work his fingers inside you at the same time. 

You’re being barraged by sensations, caught between the push of Johnny and the pull of Doyoung. The little nub inside the harness you’re wearing rubs just-so against your clit. 

You cum without warning. Your orgasm pulses through you, moans bursting from your lips as you rock your hips back against Johnny. Your pussy flutters around nothing while your other entrance clenches around Johnny’s tongue and fingers. 

“Fuck, Johnny,” you moan, breathless and panting, but still fucking your fingers into Doyoung. 

His heavy cock hangs neglected between his legs, and you can’t help thinking right then that it’s so unfair that he’s not been allowed to cum yet, but you’ve had two orgasms now. Both times have been courtesy of Johnny’s tongue, the marvel that it is. 

Maybe Johnny decides that Doyoung has had enough too. He slowly pulls away from your ass, rises to his feet, and Johnny reaches for a condom, for the bottle of lube, and once he’s got them, reaches for the pretty rainbow cock strapped to you. 

Johnny rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth, with one hand, he rolls it down the dildo for you. And then he drizzles lube along the strap. 

You stand with his back to your chest. His erection (Is he still wearing underwear?, you realize) is flush against you, but he doesn’t acknowledge it. He rests his cheek against the side of your head, both of you with your heads bowed to watch as Johnny strokes his hand along the rainbow length of the toy. It’s so intimate, so hot. He spreads the lube with his hand, simulating jerking you off, at the same pace as your fingers still disappear inside Doyoung, and even though you just orgasmed a minute ago, you feel hot arousal soaking through every inch of you, tingling all the way down to your toes where you curl them in the fluffy rug. 

“Ready, baby?” Johnny confirms softly, knocking a quick kiss to your forehead. 

You nod. 

“Doyoung,” Johnny reaches around you to pat his hand against Doyoung’s thigh. “You good? Still want cock?”

Doyoung mumbles something against his arm. You pull your hand back, leaving his ass empty, and that gets him to turn his head, to clearly whine, “Cock, please, sir.”

“Flip over,” Johnny demands. “Show us your pretty dick, Doie.”

Obediently, Doyoung turns over onto his back. He lifts his legs, baring his hole in this position. His angry cock rests against his belly, damp at the tip, hungry for attention. 

“What do you think, baby?” Johnny asks you. His lips brush your ear. 

“Very pretty, Doyoungie.” You keep looking at his dick, wishing that you could touch it, lick it, suck the head between your lips and feel him burst across your tongue with a powerful orgasm. 

“He is pretty, isn’t he?” Johnny’s voice is a teasing purr again. “But you’re pretty, too. Damn, Doie, bet you wish you could see her right now. She’s so sexy like this, gorgeous and glowing, ready for more even though she’s already cum twice. Maybe if you’re lucky, we’ll let you cum soon.”

Doyoung swears. One of his hands flies down towards his cock, but Johnny swats it away before Doyoung can make contact with himself. 

“No, baby boy. You’re gonna put your arms above your head. You’re not gonna touch yourself.” Johnny pushes his cock against your back, and you think it must have something to do with the way that Doyoung immediately lifts his hands to rest above his head on the bed. “Good boy. Should you get your reward now?”

Doyoung nods. The red velvet blindfold shifts slightly, slipping lower along his cheeks and nose. Johnny reaches up to adjust it back into place. 

“Keep being good, Doyoungie,” you hear the words coming out of you before you realize it, “and maybe you’ll even be allowed to cum.” 

Johnny huffs out an amused laugh at your words, but you can tell he’s pleased too. He kisses the side of your head, and once again puts one hand on your cock, the other he rests on your hip. He’s still pressed so close to you, his body shifting behind you, guiding you as you move forward, stepping right up behind Doyoung. 

Johnny guides you, his body showing you the way to move as he presses the tip of your pretty rainbow cock against the pink pucker of Doyoung’s hole. 

You gasp softly when the red tip of the strap presses in and is swallowed up by Doyoung. Your core throbs with heat. 

The sound Doyoung makes sets fire to your insides. 

Johnny brings both hands to your hips, and you might be the one connected to Doyoung by a cock, but Johnny is still definitely the one in control of the situation. With his hands on your hips, he controls the speed. Which is probably for the best. He understands Doyoung like this in a way that you don’t; he knows what Doyoung can take, how quick to give it. And you can feel the slight resistance as your cock presses ever so slowly deeper inside him, Doyoung’s walls opening for the girth of your strap. 

His cock twitches on his belly. 

You sink in up to the orange on the strap. Doyoung is pink with desire, his whole body flushing with need, and he whines, rocking his hips up, trying to get you in deeper. 

It’s then that you realize that Johnny is definitely taking this slower than Doyoung would like. Drawing out the teasing, making it torturous. 

“Hold it,” Johnny whispers quietly against your ear. “Make him wait.”

He releases your hips, and you feel the first surge of power. For those seconds when Johnny isn’t touching you, you feel in total control. You could fuck all the way in, you could pull out, you could drive Doyoung a little more insane with desire if you just shallowly rock your hips, giving him just this inch and a half of cock inside his needy hole. 

You do that. Pull back just a little, push back in just a little. You repeat it a few times, and it makes Doyoung fucking keen, wailing loud enough that you’ll probably receive a noise complaint. 

Johnny returns, body fitting against your back, and you praise God when you realize that his last piece of clothing is gone. It’s all bare skin on your bare skin. His bare cock meets your hip. And, goddamn, is he hard. 

Johnny has been so focused on you and Doyoung that he’s gotten nothing. Just feeling him against your like that causes an ache in your belly, as if you’re the one that’s been neglected all night. But even now, he seems in no particular rush to receive his own pleasure. His hands return to your hips, and the next time you pull back on your thrust, Johnny drags your hips all the way back. 

The tip of your strap pops free of Doyoung’s hole. 

Doyoung cries out again. 

“Quiet, baby,” Johnny snaps. Doyoung immediately bites his bottom lip, squirming on the bed. 

Johnny’s hips tilt, angling you back towards Doyoung. 

This time you reach for your cock, you direct yourself to push back inside him. 

You tease him a bit more with the shallow thrusts. His cock leaks against his belly. You slowly work your way deeper inside him, pushing in past the red tip, past the orange, edging towards the yellow. You’re doing pretty well with keeping it consistent until Johnny starts moving. 

The moment that Johnny starts grinding his erection against your ass, your rhythm falters. And then he moves one hand from your hip back to your asshole, and he slips his fingers inside. 

Johnny humps against your ass while fingering you, making sure you’re definitely stretched for him. You sink again and again shallowly into Doyoung whose thighs are quaking, and who is quickly losing the battle to keep quiet. 

It gives you such a fucking power trip to hear Doyoung break. He releases his bottom lip from his teeth and starts whining and begging, “More!” while his hips rock off the bed, squirming and needy for more than just the tip of your strap. 

Johnny laughs behind you, bringing both of his hands back to your hips, forcing you to keep going slow and shallow, holding you back from giving Doyoung exactly what he wants even as Johnny’s cock twitches and leaks against your ass, and then he’s sliding it between your thighs, the damp tip of Johnny’s thick erection brushes your stretched back entrance.

Your hips jerking forward, pushing in all the way to the yellow stripe on the strap, and you whimper. The sound from you  triggers Doyoung. His pitch matches yours. He squirms, erection bobbing against his belly. One of his hands moves from above his head, but before he can reach his dick, you grab his wrist, pinning it to the bed beside his hip. 

“Ah, don’t touch.” Johnny reminds Doyoung. “Baby, let go. See if he can listen.”

You remove your hand. 

“Now, let’s try this again.” Johnny pushes forward against you again, his hips rolling with yours — a shallow thrust into Doyoung, a slow glide against your asshole. Doyoung didn’t so much as twitch his fingers towards his cock. 

“Good,” Johnny praises. His lips touch the shell of your ear, and he asks you, “Should I give you your reward?”

One of his hands leaves your hip. 

Doyoung lets out an absolutely obscene moan, and when he rolls his hips this time, your strap sinks a little more inside him, the yellow almost entirely hidden inside his pink hole. Halfway in. 

“Be good, Doyoungie.” Johnny chastises. “Stay still.”

You’re not sure if he’s directing the second bit to you or Doyoung. Regardless, you both obey, holding still as Johnny moves. You hear the soft sound behind you of a condom wrapper being torn open, and you glance back to see Johnny rolling a condom down his length. His tip presses against your entrance, and you breathe at the pressure, relaxing as Johnny’s tip stretches you, as he sinks in slowly, pushing you forward into Doyoung. You watch the colors on the rainbow silicone cock as they’re swallowed by Doyoung’s hungry hole. 

“Ah, fuck, so tight,” Johnny moans. 

“Yes, hyung,” Doyoung moans. “Tight for you.”

Damn, you kinda wish you could actually feel him, feel Doyoung’s walls squeezing around you, eager to milk you dry. But you have to settle for the feeling of satisfaction in knowing it’s actually your tight hole Johnny’s complimenting, your tight muscles squeezing your boyfriend’s big cock. 

“More!” Doyoung begs again. 

It’s a lot. 

Fucking and being fucked at the same time. 

Johnny gives you a moment to adjust to the girth of him, and then he’s moving, fucking into you, fucking you into Doyoung. 

You reach behind you, twisting your hands around behind Johnny’s neck, tangling fingers through his hair. He bows his head down beside yours, and you turn your head to capture his lips. The kiss is a little messy, a little uncoordinated as your bodies move together, but it adds another layer of delight to the experience. 

And then Johnny goes still. 

“Move, baby,” he whispers. 

It’s your turn for control now. 

You roll your body, grinding back down onto Johnny’s cock, drilling forward into Doyoung. You push Doyoung’s legs a little higher towards his chest, and the next thrust feels even deeper. He’s taking you in up to the blue now, whining at the way that this cock is thicker towards the purple base. You circle your hips, a tease to both of your boyfriends, also teasing your clit against the stimulating nub of the harness. 

The heat in the room grows. The push and pull between your bodies tightens tighter and tighter. You know one of you is going to snap sooner rather than later, but you’re not certain which of you it will be. 

Doyoung’s cries and moans get louder, more frequent. 

“You gonna cum, Doyoungie?” You ask, a taunting lilt to your voice. “Did anyone tell you that you’re allowed?”

“Please!” He begs. “I need it. I’m so close.” Doyoung whines, hands twisting in the bedsheets. “Please, daddy, let me cum. Fuck me hard and deep, and please, please, let me cum!”

The daddy is what does it for you. Your brain short-circuits a little bit hearing him moan that, especially since you know that you’re the one fucking him. He might truly be meaning to call Johnny that, but it’s you that the words are hitting. Though, maybe they affect Johnny as well since he swears and pulls out of you. 

You’ve heard Doyoung call Johnny a lot of things. Sir being the closest thing to anything kinky. Until now. Daddy? That was a new one. And you realize you kinda liked hearing it, that you want to hear it again. 

Without Johnny behind you and inside you, you have more freedom of movement. You fuck into Doyoung with as much energy as you want, as you need. Your hips smack against his ass, the strap plunging inside him all the way to the purple base. Johnny climbs onto the bed, kneeling on the mattress beside you both so he can watch closely as he jerks his hand over his length, the condom gone. 

“Wanna cum!” Doyoung cries again, rocking his hips, trying to fuck himself onto your cock. He’s desperate, and that just makes you slow down, you want to draw this out for him, want to watch his pretty pink dick as it bobs against his belly, dripping precum into the growing puddle. 

“So pretty, Doyoungie,” you compliment. “Who’s gonna make you cum?”

You just want to hear him say it again. 

Doyoung doesn’t disappoint. “Daddy,” he moans. “Need your cum,” he blurts out shortly, “Want to feel you cum when I do!”

Johnny lightly touches Doyoung’s cheek, and your boyfriend submissively opens his mouth, lips parting as Johnny draws his thumb across Doyoung’s bottom lip. 

“Do you want to hear a secret, Doie?” Johnny coos as he moves a little closer to Doyoung’s head. “The only way you get my cum is gonna be if you suck my cock because our girlfriend’s little strap-on isn’t gonna flood your belly.” He taps his cock against Doyoung’s cheek. 

Doyoung startles. “Strap?”

“Mm,” you hum, rolling your hips slowly, sinking deep. “You’re taking it well, darling.”

“Fuck,” Doyoung swears, “This is…. oh, God!” His back arches, a moan flowing blissfully from his lips. 

Johnny smiles down at Doyoung, pulling his hand from Doyoung’s face to instead reach for what Doyoung has been begging for. Johnny wraps his fingers around Doyoung’s poor, neglected cock as he says, “I got you just what you wanted, baby boy. You mentioned our girlfriend fucking you while I watch, and here you go.” Johnny strokes Doyoung’s cock, the slick sound of it nearly masked by the adorable blissed-out moans from Doyoung. He’s getting stimulation from you and Johnny both, and it’s that along with Johnny’s murmured, “Happy Anniversary, Doyoung, you can let go now,” that finally pushes him over the edge. 

Doyoung orgasms beautifully. His body arches, his cock spurting across his belly and chest, dripping down Johnny’s fingers. His lips part around cries that grow silent and breathless as you keep moving, fucking him through his orgasm. Johnny keeps stroking, milking Doyoung’s cock for everything that he’s got. 

You want more. You want deeper. Doyoung just looks so pretty right now that you want to stay buried deep inside him. 

You climb into the bed, kneeling there, and you drag Doyoung’s hips into your lap. He arches his back more, grinding into your strap. Johnny’s fingers massage at Doyoung’s tip, and he’s just spilling clear liquid at this point. It trails down his chest as you fuck him, as you grind your clit against the nub on the harness, chasing your own orgasm. 

Your peak is a golden wave. It pulses through you, egged on by Johnny when he grabs you by the waist and he crushes his lips to yours. Doyoung keeps rolling his hips onto your cock even as you fall still to soak in the pleasure. 

“Johnny,” Doyoung moans, reaching for Johnny's thigh, gripping it with one hand. “Fuck my mouth. Please. I really, I meant it. I want your cum.”

It doesn’t take asking twice this time. Johnny moves above Doyoung’s head, straddling him, and you watch as Doyoung opens his mouth wide. Johnny sinks in easily. 

You pull out of Doyoung’s ass, choosing instead to lower yourself to his belly, to use your mouth to clean him up. His belly is a wet, sticky mess, the taste of him familiar on your tongue. You clean his abdomen, dipping your tongue into his navel, then higher up to his chest. You drag your tongue across a streak of cum that landed across one of his nipples, and his whole body hums when you linger for a moment to flick your tongue there repeatedly. You clean every part of him that has a flicker of cum or his clear arousal, the salty flavor stimulating your senses. And you trail your mouth back down to his semi-soft length. 

Doyoung moans around Johnny’s cock when you close your lips around his to suck gently. You suckle at the tip, flick your tongue along the slit. You lower a hand down between his legs and press your fingers once again into his used hole. 

You pay no mind to Johnny. You lose yourself in the art of pleasuring Doyoung. His cock is filling out in your mouth, leaking on your tongue, and you swallow even as you keep fucking him on your fingers, listening to his suffocated moans around Johnny. 

Johnny cums with a shout, immediately following it with praise for Doyoung. You glance up then, watching Johnny thrust between Doyoung’s lips a couple more times before pulling out, leaving a streak of cum at the corner of Doyoung’s mouth. 

You want that. Cum across your tongue, dripping down the back of your throat. You double down on Doyoung’s dick, pumping your fingers inside him, aching for his cum in your mouth. 

“Yellow!” Doyoung croaks suddenly, lifting his upper body off the bed, his hands come to your shoulders, pushing gently.  

His hands tremble, and you pull back from him, concern flooding your body. You and Johnny both withdraw from Doyoung, giving him space, watching as he shakily lifts his hands toward the blindfold. 

His fingers struggle against the fabric. 

“Can I?” You ask, glancing at Johnny, who nods. Then you ask Doyoung, “Can I help you take that off, Doyoung?”

“Yes,” he agrees, and his hands fall away from his face as he sinks back to the mattress. 

You move up the bed, your knees nudge against his hip, and you fit your fingers around the knot that Johnny tied your velvet top into behind Doyoung’s head. It’s a tight knot, but it only takes you a few seconds before it comes undone, the fabric coming away in your hands. 

You drop it to the side. 

Doyoung blinks and squints up at you and Johnny. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, lightly touching your fingertips to his shoulder. 

“Just need a breather.” He turns his head to stare up at the ceiling. “You’re kinda fucking intense, darling. I wasn’t expecting you to be so good at fucking me.”

Johnny chuckles. “I wasn’t either.”

You frown at both of them. “You shouldn’t underestimate me.”

Doyoung’s fingers meet yours on his shoulder. “Never, sweetheart. Can I get some water?” He directs the question to Johnny, and you hear Johnny walk away. 

Doyoung sighs. 

“Was it good?” You whisper. 

His gaze slides to yours. “It’s so good, it’s just very intense. I’ve never been double-teamed like that. I like it, but damn.” He laughs, “I’m just surprised still that you agreed to…” Doyoung’s fingers brush along your thigh, rising higher until he touches the silicone cock strapped to you. His eyes widen slightly and he licks his lips. 

“Isn’t it pretty?” You move your hand from his shoulder to now curl against the fingers he has touching your cock. It’s still slick with lube, and with your hand around Doyoung’s you stroke up and down the rainbow length of it. 

“So pretty,” Doyoung breathlessly agrees. “I’ve been asking Johnny —“

Johnny strides back into the room with a glass of water. “Here, Doie. Hydrate.” He climbs onto the bed, assisting Doyoung to sit up a bit, and he tips the glass against Doyoung’s lips as he drinks. 

You all three take a few moments to recover, to breathe. Doyoung drinks his glass of water, and once it’s gone, Johnny asks, “Do you want more? Or have you hit your limit?”

“I don’t think I can take more tonight,” Doyoung murmurs. “Not right now.”

You nod, lifting your hand to his cheek. “You did so good, Doyoung. I can’t imagine a more perfect first time for me topping. You were so good, so pretty.”

“So messy,” Johnny teases. “I haven’t seen you cum like that in quite a while. Leaking everywhere, cumming all the way up your chest.”

Doyoung wrinkles his nose. “I need to bathe. I’m all sticky.”

You brush your hand over his hair. “Johnny will draw us a bath, won’t you?”

“Shower,” Doyoung quickly protests. “I’m worn out. Just a quick shower.”

“Mm,” Johnny agrees. He picks Doyoung’s hand up and kisses it. “Shower for the gentleman. And for the lady?”

“Shower sounds good.” You sit with Doyoung while Johnny leaves the bed and disappears into the bathroom. 

Once it’s just the two of you again, you tell Doyoung, “I thought it was really hot when you called Johnny ‘daddy.’ Have you done that before?”

Doyoung blushes. “Oh, uh. No. He’s really only ever been ‘sir,’ and that started out as a joke. The daddy thing tonight, I… I don’t know where that came from. Maybe it was, like, I don’t know.” He’s avoiding eye contact when he says, “Something about the way I was being fucked felt different, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. The… daddy thing just, like, slipped out maybe because it felt different. So I guess, maybe, you could say it was you? I called you ‘daddy,’ not Johnny?”

It’s a little strange feeling how much you like that. 

Doyoung flicks his gaze up to yours. “I’ve been talking to Johnny for a few weeks about if he thinks you would want to top me. After Paris when you, like, put your hand around my throat and bossed me around a little bit, I really couldn’t shake the thought. I know you’re typically a bit more submissive in bed with us, but after that night, I just thought you might like taking a bit more of a dominant role. I liked it. Did you?”

You nod. “I did. I really, really did.”

Doyoung nods and smiles. “And the daddy thing? If I was calling you that instead of Johnny?” He sounds so timid, so worried about your answer. 

You lean in, holding his face between both of your hands. You kiss him softly, putting all the emotion behind it you can muster. You love him, you’re willing to try anything with him, you want him to feel comfortable and safe with you no matter what. 

“I liked it, Doyoungie. A lot.” You kiss him again. “We can explore it more, if you like?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Are you guys coming?” Johnny calls from the bathroom. 

You snort. “Remember when he told us that we shouldn’t have to walk to the bath after fantastic orgasms?” 

Doyoung laughs. “Maybe he thinks since you’re the one that made me cum so hard, you should be the one carrying me.” 

You slide from bed, holding your hand out for Doyoung to take. “Let’s go join our boyfriend.” 

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a/n: this one was super long, I'm sorry (or you're welcome?) I had fun writing this one because I really haven't written a lot of pegging, but something about this relationship definitely called for it to happen at some point.

Next chapter is the end unfortunately!

Thank you all for reading, and as always any likes, reblogs, comments are always appreciated. Thank you!

[haechaninmyheart]

kun + cockwarming

MDNI/18+ CONTENT AHEAD

“Stop it, y/n.” You hear Kun growl into your ear. 

“Stop what?” You repeat the action, earning yet another growl from him as he buries his face into your neck and squeezes the skin of your hips. A shake breath makes its way past his lips and when you clench around him another time, he speaks up again in a low tone. 

“y/n. Stop.” 

And this time, you actually comply, readjusted the pillow you had laid your head on. “I’m tired.” You state bluntly, changing the subject and a moment later Kun pulls the duvet up to your shoulders. The soft item draped over you as you snuggled into his arms, he felt warm and comforting.

However, just when you are about to actually fall asleep, Kun pulls out his length before ramming the whole thing back in and you moan aloud, hands quick to cover your mouth. You were not expecting him to suddenly thrust into you like that and at such an unexpected pace that had you curled up a little and closer to the edge of the bed. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, mirroring your teasing tone earlier and you whimper, clenching around him.

You move to your hand, turning back to look at him. “Please.”

“Please what?” You feel him remove his cock from you, rubbing your slit with his tip up and down, before inching his length back in. “I thought you wanted this baby?”

You whine, pushing your ass back and Kun squeezes your hips.

“Sleep, baby.”

And so you do. Well, you try actually but the man has other plans.

Just as you’re about to doze off, Kun begins to gently thrust and just enough that at least half his length remains inside of you but when he moans into your ear, his hands slipping down to your clit. Oh god. You clench around him, moving one leg so that he could easily access your cunt.

“Feels good?” He questions, lips pressing against your neck and shoulders.

“Y-yes.” You stutter as he picks up the pace, both with his thrusting and his finger movements. “Kun. Kun, please don’t stop.” You squeal as he pushes you onto your stomach, your hands planted in the pillows as the man lifted your hips, assisting you into the doggy position.

“What, what made you think I was…planning on stopping?”

[eliasoir]

Hi!

I really love your previous Mark's 'fanfic! Could you maybe write a similar thing about that? My idea is a Johnny fanfic where he fucks you in slow, deep, sensual missionary and suddenly makes you squirt for the first time when he's still inside of you. You feel so embarrassed, but Johnny realizes that it's so sexy, hot, and addictive. Thanks.

elia ! : tysm nonie!! i love this idea sm i hope u enjoy ><

⏜💬. 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 ﹙ 𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨 𝟣𝟪+ ﹚ ⠀◞ ◟ 𓂃 𝖻𝖾𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 ／ 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 , 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 , 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍!𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 . 𝘄𝓬 𝟢.𝟧𝗄

johnny’s fingers stay laced with yours the entire time. it was grounding, the way he presses your intertwined hands into the pillows above your head. the sheer size of him making you feel fully pinned down. his broad chest grazing yours, his entire body a blanket of heat and pleasure.

you moan into his kiss when he thrusts into you deep again. almost painfully slow.

“fuck,” you pant out, your voice already diminished to a whisper. your body twitching as he holds you down, letting you feel every thick inch of him dragging out of you before sinking back in. his lips were shiny and plump from kissing you, irises swelling with a darker, lustier gaze.

“you feel that, baby?” his voice is strained. “how deep i am?”

you nod, chest rising and falling fast. your legs are trembling on either side of his waist. you’ve been so sensitive, constantly full, since he started.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he damn nearly growls, pressing your hands down harder into the mattress. “you’re taking me so well. just look at you.”

your lashes flutter open again. and the sight of him alone, almost makes you sob out in pleasure. his long and wavy hair all messy, his heart-shaped lips all plump and parted, his arms that flex as they hold you down.

“johnny—“ your manager to voice. “i can’t— it’s too much.”

his eyes soften for only half a second as he leans down to kiss your temple. following, he rolls his hips hard again, and murmurs low against your skin, “you can. you will. and you’re gonna let go for me, aren’t you?”

the sensation and pressure is all too dizzying. too much, too hot. your thighs try to close back together but he pushes them even wider in return. he groans when he catches the sight of how soaked you are.

“shit—feels like you’re gonna come again,” he pants, hips starting to move faster now. “you’re shaking, baby.”

you bury your face in the crook of his neck. and it’s so good you could cry. his cock keeps hitting that sweet little spot and the knot low in your belly is already snapping tight.

before you could stop it, your whole body jerks hard. a sudden rush of wet heat spills out of you and you let out a noise mixed between a whimper and a gasp.

“johnny—oh my god!”

your eyes dart up to him in complete panic, your cheeks burning a dark shade of pink. your voice gets incredibly smaller. “i didn’t mean to—“

“oh my god.” he thrusts once more, still deep as ever trying to savor it. “you just squirted for me.”

the look on his face says it all, staring down at the mess you just made all over both of you.

you squirm under him, trying to hide your face, more so your embarrassment, your legs still trembling. “that’s so embarrassing…”

“no. you know how hot that is?”

you whimper for the nth time, stunned by how his voice sounds now. it was rough, addicted.

babe,” he groans out, “you made a mess all over me. and i’m still inside you.” he starts to rock his hips again, making you cry out. the squelching of your pussy urging him to keep going. “you’re gonna do it for me again, okay? show me how good it feels.”

© ELIASOIR ⠀──all rights reserved.

[kpopsexstories]

One-shot #26: NCT Johnny & Doyoung x Female Reader Threesome in the Maldives

This is the 26th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrities: NCT Johnny & Doyoung x Female Reader

Sex Content: Threesome. Johnny and Doyoung take turns with you. Multiple positions and double penetration.

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 11.5k

Story: While on holiday in the Maldives you meet Johnny and Doyoung who invite you to their room for a threesome.

Johnny and Doyoung were on holiday, at a tropical resort in the Maldives. So were you and your best friend, two girls on a trip that was abruptly ruined by one unfortunate event: the terrible flu she came down with on day one.

Bed-ridden and with a high fever you felt bad for leaving her alone. But she insisted you go have fun on your own, and told you that the last thing she wanted was for your holiday to be ruined too. There was nothing you could do for her – she just needed to sleep – and so you reluctantly agreed.

Perhaps that was for the best. You evaded the illness and ended up with a once-in-a-lifetime story, a tale so good your friend was convinced it was just a fever-induced dream when you told her about it.

It all started when you went to the beach, alone on day one, eager to soak in some sun but naturally concerned for your friend. You selfishly worried you'd come down with whatever she had and wanted to at least get one decent day out of the trip before that might happen. Besides, she practically forced you out of the room.

The sandy beach was busy but large with plenty of space. The view of the open ocean was gorgeous, and the little waves rolling in produced a soothing sound.

People were laughing and talking all around you – couples, families with kids, happy holiday makers from around the globe – when you put down your towel near some sunbeds with extraordinarily high prices, a fee you'd pay over your dead body. You'd rather cancel the trip altogether than be extorted like that.

A spot in the sand was just as good. In your bikini you put sun lotion on your body, and struggled to reach the center of your back. If only your friend was there.

Someone else was enjoying the view. Johnny was laying shirtless in jeans – weird, you later thought – in the sunbed closest to you. You did notice his hot body when you arrived but didn't pay any particular attention to him. You certainly didn't look close enough to recognize him.

Until he took off his sun glasses, turned to smile at Doyoung in the bed next to his to check if they were on the same page, then smirked at you again and said: “Need some help with that?”

The question took you by surprise. You didn't even realize it was directed at you at first. And you had just started to accept the fact you might spend a major chunk of the trip by yourself.

You spotted Johnny behind you. His abs glistened in the sun, extra defined as he had his head and shoulders raised from the bed while he stared at you. Then you pointed at your chest and mouthed: Me?

It made Johnny chuckle. “Yeah,” he said. “Looks like you're struggling.”

“Ehm, sure,” you said, while wondering why the hell that face looked so familiar. It was like your brain was refusing to let you believe your own eyes.

Johnny was quick to spring to action. He leaped up from the white plastic bed and came toward you. He took the sun glasses off while he walked barefoot and shirtless in his jeans through the sand, quite the cool guy, then hunched down by your towel and extended a hand.

You probably looked pretty dumbfounded when you slowly handed him the bottle. It finally dawned of you that you were talking to Johnny, the Johnny, and already at this stage did that feel pretty surreal. Oh, if only your friend was there!

Johnny spread his knees wide and put them on your towel, while his feet became buried in the sand behind him. You turned your back on him and brushed your hair aside, heard a squirt then felt the cool liquid and Johnny's big hands on your body. Without saying a word he lotioned you up, making sure to cover every inch of your back from shoulder to waist, including the space underneath the strap of your bikini, and the area just above and dangerously close to your ass.

“Thanks,” you said when he stopped and the bottle reappeared in front of you.

“Anytime,” Johnny said and smiled, before he stood up, put the glasses back on and walked away.

You spent maybe an hour at that beach. You never went into the water. Johnny and Doyoung were talking not far away and you always listened and sometimes glanced in their direction.

Twice your eyes met Johnny's, once they met Doyoung's. Every time you quickly turned away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

The Johnny and Doyoung. Holy shit!

*****

The hour ended when Johnny and Doyoung started packing up their things. You didn't realize at first that they were about to leave, as you'd dosed off in the sand and temporarily forgot all about them. But when they shuffled around and Johnny shook a towel in your general direction you did look up, and met his eyes once more.

“We're leaving,” he said and smiled at you, as if it was something relevant and remotely of interest to you.

“Okay,” you said and smiled back. Johnny didn't say anything else, but Doyoung bumped into his shoulder from behind and it wasn't by accident.

“We're gonna go get some ice cream,” Johnny announced and took a few steps closer to you. He had a bag slung over his bare shoulder and carried his shoes in one hand.

“Okay,” you repeated with a faked indifference, and pushed yourself up on your elbows behind you, then quickly turned to face the ocean when his piercing gaze met yours one more time.

“Wanna join?” he asked after a long pause, as if you should have been able to figure out what he wanted to know without him needing to be too blunt about it.

“I don't know you,” you pointed out and sat up straight on your towel. On the inside your heart was beating out of your chest.

Johnny put the sunglasses back on. “No, but you could,” he said and you could swear he winked even though his eyes were hidden.

“Okay,” you said for the third time.

Johnny quickly came over and held out his free hand. “I'm Johnny by the way,” he said when you accepted his gesture and he pulled you on your feet.

“I know,” you said in the calmest, most casual couldn't-care-less voice you could muster.

“Doyoung,” Johnny's friend said and extended his arm. You took his hand and shook it as if you were business men about to negotiate a serious deal.

Johnny kept staring and smiling at you when he started walking. Doyoung looked down at his feet as he followed close behind, pulsing through the hot sand. You watched their backs in disbelief, then quickly bent down to collect your belongings in a hurry.

You skipped after them. Johnny lit up in a big smile when he swirled around and saw you coming along. He had you right where he had hoped you'd be.

You reached the edge of the beach in silence. You all shook your feet and clothes when you got to the wooden boardwalk you arrived from. Then Johnny's face turned serious and he said: “We just need to shower first.”

You stared and blinked at him but didn't speak.

“You can come wait in our room,” he casually suggested.

Still no reaction.

“We'll be quick, we promise.”

You considered screaming YES from the top of your your lungs. You thought of your friend whom you should get back to and take care of. You figured she was contagious, a poison to avoid at all cost, a reasonable excuse for why you wouldn't return to your room.

“Okay,” you said and slowly started walking. “Lead the way.”

Little did you know that the poison was actually Johnny, and that the man who had you star struck to the core would end up breaking your heart.

*****

Doyoung hardly said a word on the five minute walk through the resort to their room. He mostly just stared at his feet and let Johnny do the talking. He let his friend take charge but did occasionally smile in your direction. It was kind of adorable.

Johnny, on the other hand, proved to be quite talkative once you had agreed to go with them. You only got a few words in the whole way there, though to be honest that was mostly because you hadn’t fully warmed up to them yet. Johnny asked questions about you, but you only gave him short replies. And you had a billion questions of your own, but you never asked a single one.

Johnny didn't seem to mind. He was happy and chipper from start to finish. And once you got inside their room and the door closed behind you, you were quite happy and thankful for his positive attitude and social demeanor. A similar walk and room visit with just Doyoung might have been awkward, judging from the glaring silence and hesitation beaming from the both of you.

The room was large and bright. Johnny put his bag by the door and headed straight for a suitcase. “Have a seat,” he said and pointed to one of two beds. His bed, naturally.

Doyoung put his bag on the other bed, the one he slept in. You stared at his back in silence while he rummaged through it, your legs closed, back straight, feet on the floor and hands folded in your lap.

Meanwhile your mind was going absolutely bonkers. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. She's never gonna believe this!

Johnny smiled at you one more time while he walked in the direction of another door, a fresh set of clothes in his hand. “We'll be quick,” he reassured you before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Doyoung followed close behind. He too went inside, and closed the door behind them. Before long you heard water flowing as a shower was turned on. Weird, you thought, referring to the fact that they went in together. And it wasn't the first time that word crossed your mind since Johnny spoke to you on the beach.

You pulled yourself up on the bed and relaxed. You crossed your legs and arms as you stretched out and looked around the white and spacious room. You analyzed the open suitcases and its contents, and the bags and items scattered here and there.

Bathing suits. Dirty laundry. Underwear. Their underwear! A book in Korean. Doyoung's old man sandals. Johnny's box of condoms. Condoms!

Of two beds one was perfectly made and the other a complete mess. You figured that said something about them as individuals. There was a lot of things all around you to be fascinated and intrigued by. The more you looked, the more details you noticed, and the more questions you had and conclusions you inevitably drew.

And for the first time you wondered if you were crazy just for being there. You'd followed two strangers home after all, alone without anybody knowing where you went. In any other place, at any other time, and with any other people you wouldn't even have dreamed of accepting the offer to join them to their room.

Except they weren't complete strangers, were they? In more ways than you'd care to admit you even felt like you somehow knew them. Of course you didn't, not even a little bit, but fame and idolization certainly made you feel that way.

The water shut off and the bathroom door opened way sooner than you'd expected. It abruptly yanked you out of your own head and back to reality. You quickly stiffened and looked up, and your eyed widened and mouth opened when you saw Johnny's moist body in nothing but a tightly wrapped white towel.

“You okay?” he asked and gave you yet another sweet smile.

“Okay,” you said and quickly caught yourself. “I mean yeah,” you corrected yourself and worked hard to appear casual, like none of all this was a big deal.

“We're just gonna get changed,” Johnny said and hunched down to go through his suitcase on the floor again. You studied his broad back and buff shoulders, and your eyes flickered around in bewilderment as he took his sweet time. “Forgot my clothes,” he said and held up a t-shirt when he stood back up and faced you.

“No you didn't,” you said which stopped him in his tracks. You looked behind him while you spoke, at Doyoung's reflection in a mirror. The man was also naked and wrapped in a towel, his back to you while he was combing his hair and glancing at the reflection of your body on the bed. He probably didn't realize that you saw him.

“I saw you take them out earlier,” you explained. It was probably the most you'd said in a single sentence all afternoon.

It made Johnny light up in a huge smirk. “She speaks,” he said to tease you, and slowly began to approach you. “You're right, you caught me. I just wanted to see you again.”

He stood within an arm's length. You caught yourself glaring at his crotch which had a faint bulge. You quickly looked away while you felt his hot body and dumb grin towering above you.

The attraction was strong. It always had been. His presence lingered and pulled at you, and made you incredibly nervous. Doyoung unwittingly saved you, when he came to stand in the bathroom door and suddenly announced out of nowhere: “It's just faster this way.”

You looked up and met his eyes, confused. Johnny turned around and seemed just as puzzled as you. “What?” you asked, while looking right at the slim figure leaning out from the doorway, and the man who was still combing his hair though he no longer needed to.

“That's why we shower together. Ehhh, I was just thinking, in case you were wondering.”

You looked as dumbfounded as ever, but not as much as Doyoung himself, when the man realized you never asked. He panicked and quickly retracted back into the bathroom and disappeared out of view.

“What was that about?” you whispered and looked up at Johnny's face.

“I dunno,” he said and shrugged. “Don't mind him. Girls make him nervous.”

The statement made you giggle, a fact which warmed Johnny's heart. You were finally thawing up to him, but he had already come to a few conclusions himself. His secret plan to get you in his bed was working so far but not to the extent he wanted it to, and now that Doyoung had made a fool of himself he figured it was a lost cause.

Time for plan B: go get that ice cream, ask if you wanted to do something else, and if you said no, say goodbye and pull the plug. Maybe head to the pool and find another lonesome woman, if you turned out not to be interested.

Except just like you didn't know him at all, he knew nothing about you either. And though the thought of sex hadn't even crossed your mind the way it had Johnny's, you were definitely interested.

“Well, I'm gonna get dressed then we can go,” he said and turned around.

“Wait,” you said and sat up straight, when Johnny started to walk away from you.

It stopped him in his tracks again and he swirled around to face you.

“Tell me again why you came out. You didn't forget your clothes.”

“No,” Johnny admitted. He had already told you the truth when he said he just wanted to see you again, but it felt like he was just joking around and that there was more to it.

“Then what?” you asked and opened your legs, and bent your back slightly to stick your chest out, as you leaned on your out-stretched arms behind you. “Why did you want to see me?”

Johnny saw an opportunity and took it. The time to play it cool was over and he skipped several steps ahead on plan A when he returned to it. “You're hot,” he said and paused to wait for your reaction.

This was his one and only shot. Things could go either way from here. He felt sure you'd brush it off, and secretly worried you'd leave and skip the ice cream altogether.

But you surprised him. “So are you,” you said and played with your bikini strap. It had finally dawned on you that Johnny had been checking you out and flirting with you all along, since he lotioned you up on the beach. And you suddenly worried that an incredible opportunity was beginning to slip through your fingers, before you'd even realized what Johnny really wanted and what was right in front of you.

Now it was Johnny's turn to become speechless. You decided to save him before it was too late. “What about him?” you whispered and nodded in the direction of the bathroom.

“He can leave, or he can stay, it's up to you. I just wanna spend some time with you that's all.”

There was more on Johnny's mind and by now you knew it. Or at least you thought you did. ‘Some time’ didn't just mean a nice chat on the beach, did it? I mean, come on, the man is practically parading naked in front of me! you told yourself in your head.

You never responded to the comment about Doyoung. Instead you decided to focus on the second sentence and dig deeper into that. And once again you positively surprised the stranger in the towel standing in front of you when you calmly told him: “You can change in here if you want to. It's your room. I really don't mind.”

Johnny took the bait and the tables turned. Or rather, you were gradually getting on the same page. “Okay,” he said and smiled softly, before he turned his back on you and returned into the bathroom.

He quickly came back out again, clothes in hand once again. He headed to the suitcase where he hunched down and stuck his feet in a pair of underwear, which only proved your suspicion that he had nothing at all on under that tight towel.

He pulled the underwear up his legs and wiggled around under the protection of the white cloth. Then, when his private parts were safely tucked away, he loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor.

This time when you stared at his hot body you didn't even try to hide your thoughts and desires. You glared at the fit man without shame. The nervousness you felt before vanished, and it finally felt like you could relax for real.

Even your star-struck thoughts became muffled, though you did still think: Oh god, I wish she was here! She will never believe this when I tell her.

Johnny, however, lingered. He had everything he needed in his hands, and a suitcase full of stuff by his feet. But he kept pacing around, pretending to look for something more, something which didn't exist.

He didn't want to get dressed. He liked the way you looked at him. He was a peacock dancing for his female, putting on a show and sexy display to attract your attention.

And it worked. As you relaxed on his bed, still leaning on your elbows in your bikini, your legs kept moving and without thinking about it you arched your back deeper and stuck your boobs out further.

Johnny wasn't the only one putting in a show in this moment. And you weren't the only one looking at their potential partner.

“We could stay here and hang out if you want,” Johnny finally said when he replaced the shirt in his hand a third time. “I'm not really in the mood for ice cream. Unless you still are?”

“I never was,” you admitted.

“Me neither,” Doyoung said loudly as he suddenly reappeared with haste. He was still in the towel but had put on a black tank-top which looked exactly like the one he wore at the beach. Then he threw himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

He wanted to be near you. He wanted to check you out. But he was still afraid to, and to be honest Johnny intimidated him.

Johnny put his clothes down and came back to you. He sat down on his bed and you pulled your legs up to give him space. Then you stretched out again, until your toes brushed against his bare thigh and he dared to put a hand on your feet.

He gently stroke and massaged them. “So what do you wanna do?” he asked. “We could watch a movie or something.”

You ignored the suggestion. “What’s that book you're reading?” you asked in a cheerful tone and turned to look at Doyoung.

He raised his head and looked back at you with a puzzled expression. You pointed at an open bag on the floor. “Oh,” he said. “Just some crime novel.”

“Is it any good?” you asked to make small talk.

“I don't know,” Doyoung admitted and rolled on his side to face you. He stuck a hand inside his top and scratched his chest, revealing his belly button and soft tummy. “I haven't gotten through the first chapter yet.”

“Which is strange because he carries it around and we've been here a week,” Johnny chipped in. You stretched your legs longer and he lifted your foot to put it in his lap while he kept stroking and squeezing it.

Then he turned serious and looked at you. “We go home tomorrow by the way.” He felt like it was an important piece of information and relevant news to share, just in case things were headed in the direction he so desperately hoped.

“Oh,” you said and smiled. “Then we better make the most of it.”

Your time of casual small-talk in Johnny's bed lasted nearly twenty minutes. You couldn't stop thinking about his hands on your legs, which climbed higher and higher up your body as he leaned in closer and closer to you, while you kept asking questions about things that caught your attention.

The physical attraction you felt so strongly was thick in the air. The thing that finally brought things to the point you all secretly wanted to get to was when you pointed at Johnny's open suitcase again and asked: “What size are those?”

It was an odd question. Johnny half way sat up to see what you were pointing at. “What?” he asked to play dumb once he realized.

You laughed at your own shamelessness. “The condoms. Whose are they?”

You already knew the answer considering which suitcase they were sticking our from. “They're mine,” Johnny confirmed.

“Since you're leaving tomorrow, have you already used them all?” you asked and laughed again, as if you were being unbelievably witty.

“No,” Johnny said. Then he turned to you and joined the laughter, and leaned onto your body closer than ever. “Some.”

“You won't like the size,” Doyoung jumped in from the other bed. The diss wasn't as funny to you and Johnny as he imagined it would be.

“I'm sure I would,” you said and your laughter stopped, to protect your man from humiliation.

Once again Doyoung was the one who felt humiliated and embarrassed, who kept messing up and failing in his attempts to interact with you.

Johnny, however, sensed it and came to his friend's rescue. “You would like his size,” he said with a smirk and nodded in Doyoung's direction. By now his hand was resting on your hip, right on top of your bikini bottom.

This comment did make you laugh, and it did make Doyoung feel a little better. Not because the size mattered, which it did not. But the way you perceived his personality and conversational skills did matter, and Johnny's intervention helped smooth his clumsiness over. If nothing else Doyoung felt less exposed and left out when he was included in the jokes.

The mention of the condoms also instilled Johnny with new confidence. He suddenly pulled himself higher on the bed, and came to lie on his side right beside you. He technically spooned you, and dared to put his leg on your thigh and simultaneously put his hand and arm over your stomach.

You felt his eyes on you and his breath on your skin, which suddenly made the nervousness you felt before return. You kept conversing for a few more minutes, until Johnny pulled you all back in the right direction again.

“I still have some left,” he mused and stared at your face to spot your reaction.

“What?” you asked and turned to face him. Your noses almost touched and your arm brushed against his chest and stomach as you smiled at him. “The condoms?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed and passed the ball back to your court.

You didn't respond. Johnny didn't add anything else either. But he did keep looking and smiling at you, the way he actually had the whole time you were together. Then finally, he took one more leap of faith and kissed you.

It took you by surprise but let's be real. You didn't just like it, you loved it. It felt really great. Johnny and Doyoung were slowly becoming your friends and then some.

The sudden-but-not-so-sudden-at-all kiss quickly turned into a soft make-out session. You closed your eyes and kissed the man back, your lips touching and smacking together on the bed.

You turned your body slightly in Johnny's direction. His hand on your stomach slid to your waist where it became firm and squeezed you harder. And his hip and groin gently rocked against you a couple of times, before Doyoung behind you rolled his eyes and blurted out: “Get a room!”

It made Johnny laugh which in turn made you giggle. “We already have one,” he said to make a joke and keep the mood light, but Doyoung took it the wrong way.

“Alright, I'll leave you two alone,” he said with disappointment in his voice and suddenly got out of bed.

Up until this point, him and Johnny had been planning and plotting together, while at the same time there was a rivalry going on between them. This had been going on since they saw you on the beach. Now Doyoung felt defeated. You were none the wiser and would never know the full extent of it their talks behind your back.

Doyoung's actions, however, made you pull your mouth away from Johnny's and turn your head. “You can stay if you want to,” you said, and the two friends were getting closer and closer to seeing the real you. The version of you Johnny especially had always hoped was there.

“No, I get the message,” Doyoung said and started to walk away. The tank top slid over his stomach and he held on tight around the towel to keep it from falling off.

You extended a hand just in time before Doyoung turned his eyes away. “Please, you don't need to go,” you said in a loving voice. You always knew Doyoung was probably feeling a little left out, struggling to get out of Johnny's confident shadow.

Doyoung hesitated for just long enough for Johnny to save him once more. “The lady wants you to stay,” he said and smiled, and scooted over until his back hit the wall against which the bed was standing.

“Yeah, the lady wants you to stay,” you said and smiled and waved your hand.

Doyoung finally caved in. “Okay,” he said and slowly walked toward you.

You took his arm when he was within reach. You yanked it and rolled into Johnny's open arms. Doyoung came to lie beside you, and soon three hot and horny bodies were cuddled up close, and the make-out session which Doyoung had interrupted resumed.

This time, however, you weren't going to let poor Doyoung feel left out. There was enough of you to go around. So you rolled away from Johnny and turned on the opposite side, met Doyoung's bewildered eyes, then closed your own and went in for a deep, loving kiss on the lips.

Doyoung didn't move at first. Then he adapted to the situation. And before long you were making out with passion, as if Johnny wasn't there and Doyoung was the one you'd wanted all along.

Johnny on the other hand could take care of himself and claim his share without hesitation. He pressed his body against your hip, and for the first time you felt his boner. He was hard as rock, a pulsing outline of a dick in his underwear, and the realization that it was indeed his cock and not his hand that you were feeling sent a wonderful thrill through your heart.

One last time before this whole experience was over, you gave your horribly sick friend a moment's thought. It really would have been great if she was there to share this with you, but then again if she was, you might not even have gotten this far.

But she wasn't there. And despite her, there was no chance in hell you would stop what was happening and leave. You were beyond eager to see how far all this would go.

*****

The escalation happened gradually. Highlights on the steps to the inevitable threesome you were getting more and more sure was coming were numerous.

First, Johnny's hand ventured up your bare stomach while he spooned you from behind and found your breasts. He began to fondle them while you made out with his friend.

Second, he began to play with your bikini strap, and eventually made it come loose. The fabric slid off your body and your breasts became exposed.

Third, Doyoung found his way to the same area and when he realized you were getting naked in his arms he pulled his lips away from yours and moved down. You let out a soft moan when he began to kiss and suck your nipple.

Fourth, Johnny was edged on by his friend and wanted more of the action. His groin pressed and rubbed a little harder and faster against your body, until he paused and reached down between you to massage his pulsing boner.

You're not quite sure when it happened, but the boner was eventually released as he pushed the underwear down, and that was the fifth step and a crucial point. It was at that time he – and you – realized that sex was indeed happening.

Sixth, your hand had explored Doyoung's hot and warm body for quite some time, and when it eventually reached first his chest under the top and then all the way up to his shoulder, the man briefly pulled away from you and half way sat up to take it off. He was suddenly wearing nothing but the towel still wrapped around his torso.

Seventh, when Doyoung was all but naked in your arm and his lips returned to yours, you decided it was time to go all the way. Your hand moved quickly down his front and found the towel, and your fingers pulled on it to make it come loose. Gently at first, then harder.

It eventually did, and once that happened it wasn't long before it lay like a simple blanket over Doyoung's most sensitive parts.

Eight, when Johnny realized this he suddenly rolled away from you. Squeezed between your body and the wall he bent and raised his knees in the air, and pulled the underwear down his legs until they came all the way off his feet.

Ninth, his movements behind you made you turn toward him, roll away from Doyoung to give your initial lover some well-deserved attention too. When you realized that he was completely in the nude by now something came over you, and you instinctively ran your hand across his hard chest and defined abs until you found his dick and grabbed it.

It felt incredibly exciting. You were holding Johnny's dick. Everything happened so quickly, and you weren't quite sure how you suddenly ended up at this point. But at the same time everything had happened organically over time, and it didn't feel like there was anything weird about it at all.

Johnny remained on his back while you slowly began to pleasure him. And behind you, Doyoung was going absolutely wild from the sight and kicked the towel to the floor.

“Mm, yeah,” Johnny moaned at the ceiling with his eyes closed. He spread his legs wide and thrust his hips in the air. “Ahhh, oh yeah.”

His pleasured reactions – the sounds, the movements and the expression on his face – all made you smile wide. This whole thing was going from fun and exciting and somewhat unbelievable, to absolutely surreal and amazing.

Yet as surreal as it seemed it also felt totally natural. You were no longer thinking about Johnny and Doyoung as celebrities who made you star struck. You viewed them as two hot guys you met at the beach. A holiday fling, two young men with whom you were about to have sex, which in itself would be amazing regardless of who they were.

A holiday fling would be nice, especially since your friend was out of commission. Too bad the guys were leaving tomorrow.

In this moment though, that wasn't on your mind at all. Your focus was entirely on the two hot bodies you were in bed with, and how surreal but good it felt to be there. It was never about any ice cream.

Doyoung was getting braver by the minute. While you worked on Johnny's dick and appreciated his big muscles, Doyoung kept kissing and touching you from behind. His wet lips explored your shoulders while his hands felt every inch of your back, waist and hip. His erection rubbed against your ass, much like Johnny's had when you were turned the other way.

The last remaining piece of clothing between the three of you was the lower half of your bikini. Once you knew for sure that sex was indeed where this was headed, you suddenly let go of Johnny's dick and sat up straight to take the bottom off.

The boys moved closer from both sides. They touched and kissed your body while you lifted your ass. And once you kicked the bikini over your feet and lay back down on your back, you realized that you now had a choice. A choice of which of the two men to do first.

You turned your head to Doyoung. He leaned in close and you kissed. You made out while your legs moved around, and entangled yourselves in each other's naked bodies.

Johnny was enjoying the show from the opposite side, grinding against you and playing with your breasts, until he suddenly pushed himself up and scooted down to your feet.

He got out of bed which made you turn and look. You saw his ass and great figure from behind while he walked to his suitcase. Doyoung kept touching and grinding and kissing your neck, completely oblivious to the fact that Johnny had disappeared.

When Johnny returned he held out the box of condoms and smiled. You kissed Doyoung one more time before you sat up and took it.

Doyoung finally realized what was happening and relaxed when you opened the box. You took out a condom and gave the box back. Johnny tossed it in the general direction of his suitcase, then just stood there naked and hard and watched.

Doyoung admired your face from the side. It took you a moment to unwrap the condom. No one said a word, because no words were needed. You all knew what would happen next.

Except the boys had no idea how it would happen or who the condom would go on. They both wondered who you'd pick. Who would you hand the condom to? Maybe you didn't know either, as you just went with the flow, but you knew one thing: you wanted to sleep with them both.

Instinctively you turned to Doyoung. It was by no means a conscious choice, but he was the one you made out with most recently.

Johnny sat down on the bed and leaned against the wall, his legs and feet playing with yours. He took his dick and slowly stroke it, while you made out with his friend and eventually felt your way to Doyoung's crotch.

Doyoung closed his eyes and kissed you lovingly. Johnny watched with interest from the sideline. The three of you together just felt so good and natural, when you stopped making out and looked down.

Doyoung rolled on his back while you sat up between them. You stared at his hard dick and stroke it. Then you took the condom which was still in your hand and put it on him.

He held his breath. Johnny stroke himself a little faster. You signaled that you were done by leaning against Doyoung's chest and returning your lips to his.

Sex starts here…

With the condom on Doyoung became quite eager. He returned your kisses and attacked you with his hands. You lay on your back and he rolled into your chest and arms, your legs and feet fighting for space with Johnny's.

He kissed you with an increased passion. He felt your breasts and raised his ass. Then he instinctively climbed on top of you and spread his knees under your hips, while he massaged and kissed your nipples.

His dick played around between your legs. You opened your mouth wide and stroke his back and shoulders. Then you felt the head as it found its way to your folds, and the shaft when it was quickly pushed between them.

Johnny froze against the wall. He held his dick tight but stopped moving his hand. He stared at his friend's ass and your hands and arms on Doyoung's back, as you began to fuck on his bed.

Wow, you thought and focused your mind on the sensation the bone hard erection produced in your groin. I'm having sex with Doyoung!

Doyoung, horny and eager, quickly picked up the pace. His mouth remained on your breasts, passionately jumping between them. He pressed his thighs and wide-spread knees against your ass and hips, while thrusting into you like a rabbit.

Like you, he was in disbelief. This moment was one he dreamed of and joked about with Johnny at the beach, but he had never actually thought it would happen. He could hardly believe that Johnny was right.

When you raised your feet and knees around Doyoung your body shook violently on the bed. His speed and lust surprised you. He caught himself being too eager though, when you pushed on his head and made him look you in the eyes.

He suddenly paced himself. He slowed his eager movements and relaxed his muscles. His knees stopped pressing so hard into your skin, and his motions became long and drawn-out.

You gently caressed his slim torso. He massaged your breasts and kissed your lips. You wrapped your legs tighter around his back and ass, and felt his soft chest and hard shoulders.

Johnny, throughout all of this, just sat there and stared at your entangled bodies while jerking off. He was genuinely amazed by your presence, by the fact that you were here, naked and having sex with them. He suddenly thought that plan A didn't just go the way he wanted it to after all, but even beyond expectations.

He wasn't going to let the day end without having his turn though. Sooner rather than later, while Doyoung stretched out his legs and lay flat on top of you, he decided it was time to butt in before his friend finished.

He tilted on his side and came to lay beside you. You felt his presence, your thoughts brought back to the room and out of your intimate bubble with Doyoung. You turned your head to kiss him, as he stroke your arm and brushed against Doyoung's naked body too.

You made out with Johnny while Doyoung kept rocking back and forth, fucking you more calmly. It felt pretty hot, the way you had two men fighting for your attention which made you wetter than usual, and Doyoung's dick inside you sent wonderful sensations of lust and desire through your body.

“Wanna fuck me?” you suddenly asked without really thinking about it, when you opened your eyes and saw Johnny's face up close staring back at you.

Johnny didn't reply. Instead he kissed you one more time on the lips then pulled away.

You pushed on Doyoung's shoulder. He understood that it was time to let Johnny in. Slowly he sat up on his knees while his hands slid down the front of your body, then he grabbed his dick and pulled out.

The throbbing shaft felt bigger when his hand added force to it, causing the length of it to push harder against your insides. The head stretched your folds wide when it slowly slipped out which felt amazing now that you were warmed up. And when it fell out of your body you let out a soft moan.

Doyoung sat on his knees and waddled backwards. You moved your legs and feet around his front and rolled slightly toward Johnny, who quickly put an arm around you and attacked your breasts with his mouth. Then you pushed the man on his back and countered the attack, and moved up to sit on top of him.

Johnny stared wide-eyed at your body with his mouth partially open. He panted loudly while he studied you from head to groin. His hands kept moving gently up and down your sides and thighs, as you kneeled around him and your body sank down over his crotch.

The dick wasn't inside you, but you quickly started moving your hips back and forth. You rolled your body for the pleasure of both men, grinding your ass against Johnny's thighs. The boner between your legs got squeezed as you slid along its length, sending wonderful sensations of arousal through both Johnny's body and yours.

You planted your hands on his firm chest. You checked out his shoulders and stomach below you. Then you turned to Doyoung and reached for his arms, and pulled the man up to come and kiss you from the side.

The slight shift of your body weight distribution caused Johnny to moan. He squeezed your thighs harder and started thrusting his own hips, aiding in your body's gliding motions against the length of his shaft.

When Doyoung came up closer beside you as you made out, his body rubbing and boner brushing against you, you extended an arm and put it around him. You gently stroke his lower back and ass while gliding back and forth on Johnny, and for the first time you caught yourself thinking: This is so erotic.

You turned your head again to look down on Johnny's strained face. “Wanna fuck me?” you asked a second time.

He opened his eyes wide and smiled at you. “Yeah,” he said and stroke your waist. His hot body, cute smile and adorable, lustful face made you smile wide too.

You suddenly leaped up from him. You stood on your knees beside him and moved away from Doyoung, who had been kissing your shoulder when you turned your head from him to Johnny.

You grabbed Johnny's dick one more time and giggled when you jerked it, but quickly let go and jumped away.

You sprung up on your feet and skipped toward the suitcase. You knew the two men sat side by side and stared at you naked when you picked up the box. You took a condom out while walking back to them on the bed, and giggled again when you saw their smirking and bewildered faces.

You came to sit by their feet as Johnny in particular relaxed and made himself comfortable. He held his dick until you came and took over, and you and Doyoung smiled softly at each other while you put the condom on Johnny's shaft.

When you were done you took Johnny's hand and pulled him up on his ass. You kissed and touched for a while, until you turned your body around, lay down on your stomach, and stuck your ass in the air.

Johnny hugged you from behind. He kissed your shoulder and stroke your sides while Doyoung explored and admired your figure. You felt the boner against your cheeks and lower back, until Johnny reached in between you and repositioned it.

The erect shaft pointed straight out between your legs. It slid back and forth as Johnny slowly thrust his hips against your rear. Then you reached in between your legs to guide it, and pushed it upwards against your folds while you spread your knees and thighs on the bed.

The shaft soon slipped inside. Johnny took a firmer grip around your waist and lifted you gently. Finally he pushed and pulled while he kept thrusting, and the shaft went in and out repeatedly.

With each thrust your bodies became more closely aligned. Every time his dick was pushed into your hole your bodies stretched a little longer. And as you found a rhythm and Johnny relaxed, he let go of your waist and his hands ventured up and around your front, where he found your breasts and massaged them.

Doyoung's presence was always close. He relaxed too, on his back and slightly angled to the side, playing with the condom still around his dick while he watched the amazing show taking place right in front of him. From Johnny's fit body and firm ass, to his arms around your side boob and the expressions of pleasure written all over your face.

As you too relaxed, however, your body bent forward more and more. You used your hands to keep yourself steady in front of you on the bed as Johnny's chest came further and further away from your upper back. And as you sank deeper on your knees and hands into the mattress Johnny's arm became squeezed between you and the bed.

He pulled it out, and his hands returned to your waist and hip. He pulled your ass closer and pushed deeper into your vagina. Your legs were spread wider and when you pushed yourself up on your elbows your breasts shook violently in the air below you, while Johnny's pelvis clapped audibly against your rear.

You began to moan. “Uh-uh-uh-uh,” you said each time Johnny's flexing torso slammed into your body.

The more Doyoung sank onto the bed too, the less of you he saw. Eventually he was just staring at Johnny's ass from behind, and he sat up straight and put a hand on your back to see and feel more of you again.

You sensed him return to your side which made you turn and look. He flipped over on his other side and lay with his head close to yours by the foot of the bed. Then you kissed, while Johnny kept fucking you lustfully.

You sat and lay like this for several minutes. Johnny maintained a steady and repetitive pace as he filled you up with his dick and stretched you wide. Doyoung became very comfortable and gently stroke your body while kissing your lips and arm. And you stopped moaning, just enjoying this incredible time with the boys.

Eventually, however, you all need a change. You were the one to instigate it when you repositioned your elbows on the bed and moved your body closer to Doyoung. It made him reposition himself too, and you finally raised a knee to lift it over his thighs and groin.

Johnny's grip on your waist softened and he let you move. His dick slipped out of your pussy when he backed away slightly. You sat up on Doyoung's lap and Johnny stroke your back, then reached between your legs and returned your focus fully to Doyoung who looked totally smitten by your body and actions.

Much like Johnny did before he slowly explored your front while you grabbed his dick. You pointed the shaft straight up and let the head glide against your wet folds. Then, just as slow, you lowered your body onto Doyoung's crotch and the head was pushed inside.

“Mmm,” you moaned when you were penetrated.

‘Ah-,” Doyoung gasped when his dick became immersed.

“Mm, yeah,” Johnny sighed lustfully from the side.

Once the dick was in you let it go. You put your hands on Doyoung's chest and began to rock your body up and down on your knees. This time, however, the third partner was not so willing to just watched, and you only bounced a couple of times before you felt Johnny's hands on your ass as he positioned himself behind you.

He put a knee on either side of yours. Your thighs aligned while Doyoung lay long and straight in the middle. Johnny took his dick and slapped it against your cheeks, and grinned and let out a chuckle while he felt you up from one side. And finally, he put the dick below your pelvis and between your thighs, and raised his body and hunched forward over you.

Doyoung lay motionless with his mouth and eyes wide open. He stared up at your face and hot body in disbelief. His hands were frozen on your thighs, while Johnny's brushed against them.

You felt a weight on your rear when Johnny carefully guided his dick with one hand, leaning on the other on a long arm. He held his body completely still while the head found its way, and you too stopped moving to to let him in.

Doyoung's expression intensified when the two dicks met. You stared right into his eyes, your weight on one elbow by his shoulder, when Johnny widened your folds further. Then you closed your eyes hard and gasped, when the second dick slipped in and you were penetrated from two angles.

Holy shit! you thought. You'd been excited by the idea of a threesome since Johnny said Doyoung could stay. But a double penetration in this erotic position hadn't even crossed your mind.

It hadn't crossed Doyoung's either, and maybe not even Johnny's until it happened.

The two hard shafts in your vagina initially felt like one big one. Your folds were stretched to the point it hurt, but you quickly got comfortable with the sensation. When you began to fuck, however – Johnny gradually resuming his thrusts and you rocking slightly back and forth in tiny motions – you started to feel the differences.

The dicks didn't move at the same time. The way and angle in which they pushed against your walls didn't fully match. You struggled to imagine how they played alongside each other in the tight space they shared but could sense that though they were pressed close together there was space enough for them to move their own way.

Doyoung too eventually became comfortable with the position and situation as a whole. His hands became livelier and he slightly raised a knee, to use his foot to help push his groin against your pelvis.

Johnny's legs were spread wide and he first straightened his back and resumed the firm pulling of your hips, then leaned forward and put his weight on one out-stretched arm while he held on to your hip with the other for balance.

His legs could stretch out behind him the more his knees straightened out. Eventually the weight was on his feet, his legs completely straight and knees slightly raised from the bed, which you felt in the fact that more weight was put on your hip and waist while he fucked you from above.

He panted somewhere near your ear. Your body was almost bent in two. Doyoung occasionally lifted his head and kissed you, and every thing about all of this felt absolutely amazing.

At one point Johnny's dick popped out but he was quick to fix the problem. He realized he needed to rock back and forth on top of your back rather than move his ass up and down, in order for the angle not to be too much for your pussy to contain his organ.

When the dick slipped out a second time, however, a final position change took place. This time Johnny pulled away from you and the load on your back became lighter.

This caused Doyoung's dick to fall out of your body too, as you over-compensated for the downforce and your ass bounced too high when Johnny's weight on it disappeared.

You reacted to the change by rolling off Doyoung and laying on your side right next to him. You put an arm on his chest and stomach, and bent and rested a knee over his thigh. You continued to make out and your hand reached for his dick, to instinctively make sure the condom was still in place.

It was, and it would be put to use one more time. But not before Johnny made full use of his.

The latter came to lay behind you. He huddled up close against your rear, spooning and hugging you while you made out with Doyoung. You stuck your ass out, pressing your cheeks against Johnny's erection, and it wasn't long before he took his dick and repositioned it one last time.

The head stretched you out, the shaft slipped in, and you let out a low gasp. Johnny's hand pressed on your hip while his head pulled away, and he quickly began to thrust back and forth behind you.

He fucked you good while you stroke Doyoung's dick. Johnny's thrusts became so hard and intense that the whole bed shook and slammed against the wall. The sheer speed made you freeze in position and twist your face, not purely out of pleasure.

And within mere minutes of this new position you reached the peak of your time in bed with the two friends from the beach. When Johnny was completely stiff and going insanely fast, he eventually orgasmed and shot his load inside you.

He grunted audibly behind you when it happened. “Ahh, ahh, ah-, ah-, ah-, ah-, ahhh, ahhh, ah-, ah-, ah-, ahhh, ahhh, aaahhhhhhh!”

He lay long and stiff on his side. He dug his fingers hard into your hip. He had a knee slightly raised over you and his arms were straight and tense when he came.

Doyoung quickly realized what was happening and looked away. He relaxed and stopped moving and hid his head in your bosom, pretending like his friend wasn't just coming inside their shared girl.

Your reaction to Johnny's orgasm was to relax your muscles and let his dick throb until he slowed down. The light pain from his fast dick, pointy fingers and hard thrusts fought for your attention alongside your own erotic sensations of lust and pleasure. It was hard to tell which feeling won, but there was no doubt in your mind that you loved this side of your lover.

Once he'd emptied himself Johnny slowed his pace and came to a full stop. He leaned into your neck and kissed your skin, while his warm chest and stomach pressed against your back. His hand became lighter and he gently caressed you, while he lovingly thrust a few more times inside you.

“Ahhhh,” he sighed deeply, and his breaths became long and heavy. “Ahhhh, yeahhh.”

It made you smile, to know that you had satisfied your idol in such a way.

When Johnny was done your focus returned to Doyoung. He seemed shocked by the fact that Johnny came before his eyes. And when you looked at each other, his puppy eyes were practically begging you not to leave him unfulfilled.

You really wanted to give him the same pleasure and experience Johnny just had. To show him this you pulled on his hip and prompted him to roll into your arm, ignoring Johnny behind you altogether.

You spread your legs by raising one knee in the air while you guided Doyoung's dick to your hole with a hand between you. It hit Johnny's still hard shaft inside you, and slid along and up his friend’s shaft until the head pushed against your folds again.

Doyoung's body immediately became straight and long. His lips remained planted on yours when the head of his dick was swallowed. Then he held his breath, while he thrust his hips forward and the shaft became engulfed by your wet and hot body, and the tight opening which was shared with Johnny sent enormous pleasure to his heart.

Your fingers which were still pinching the shaft let go when it was half way in. “Mmm,” you moaned and thrust your pelvis against Doyoung's, making the dick go deeper while Johnny's partially slid out.

Your hand moved with haste to Doyoung's face and he bucked his hip to match your movements. He pushed as deep inside you as he could before he began to thrust repeatedly. Hard, fast and with more passion he became stiff and rapid, much like he did when he fucked you the first time and much like Johnny did before he came.

The pacing, at its peak, matched that of his friend. Maybe Doyoung had learned something from Johnny, and the thought crossed your mind that no one had ever fucked you this fast before – and now you suddenly had two lovers with a similar style.

Or maybe it was Doyoung who had once taught Johnny. You knew nothing about their history together after all, and whether threesomes were something they were usually into, or if this was their first one.

It didn't matter, because it felt great. And once Doyoung fucked you hard and intensively from the front and Johnny was going soft from the opposite direction, the latter eventually pulled out and gave his friend some space.

Doyoung did indeed feel great on his own too. “Mm-, mm-, mm-, mm-, mm,” you moaned with each hard push. “Ah-, ah-, ah-, ah-, ahh,” he started sighing to match your sounds of pleasure.

Johnny's hand ran back and forth along your hip, waist and side in long motions. ”Fuck you're beautiful,” he whispered somewhere behind you, as he half way sat up and watched the show. He was holding his dick to prevent his sperm from spilling when it softened, and the condom was less tight around his shaft.

The discussion about sizes momentarily crossed your mind. You hadn't noticed any significant difference. Maybe Doyoung's was slightly slimmer, but it was long and he used it well. Perhaps the two friends had just been engaging in friendly banter.

Doyoung's face curled up when came close to an orgasm. He kissed your lips one more time then stayed on them without moving them. You both panted into each other's mouths while your groins clashed repeatedly, and he stretched your thigh with his hand.

He eventually came inside you with a long groan. You both grimaced and your faces pressed together. His body became warm and flushed in an instant, and a faint sweat broke out all over his skin.

“Uugnnhh,” he grunted into your mouth and briefly paused his thrusting. ”Mm, uugnhhh,” he repeated and jammed his dick in your hole a few more times, slower each time. ”Ahhh, yeah,” he sighed just before every muscle in his body relaxed.

You opened your eyes wide and stroke his cheeks – first his ass then his face. You kissed him on the lips and smiled, and his face lit up when he saw you.

You too relaxed your muscles, and held Doyoung's head when he buried his face in your chest again. Finally, you slowly pulled away and rolled over, and the spent dick fell out of your tight and dripping hole.

You lay on your back between the two men and panted loudly at the ceiling. You couldn't stop smiling, until Johnny came in and kissed you from one side, while Doyoung rested his head on your shoulder and struggled to catch his breath.

Johnny's head turned downwards when he reached for his dick to remove the condom. He sat up and leaned on one elbow while he tied it above your stomach.

You smiled at each other and chuckled – totally happy and satisfied with the outcome of your visit – before he tossed the condom across the room onto Doyoung's bed.

“Hey!” Doyoung exclaimed and his eyes widened.

“Sorry,” Johnny said and laughed a little louder and longer. Then he quickly reached over your body and his fingers were suddenly on Doyoung's dick, where they began to remove the second condom as if helping his friend was a way to apologize.

Doyoung turned on his back by your side and pushed himself up on his elbows behind him. He twisted his torso sideways to point the dick in Johnny's direction. You too raised your upper body to look, and watched with fascination as Johnny managed to get the condom off his friend's erection.

It didn't seem as though this was anything unusual to them. The two boys giggled happily when Doyoung's dick was freed, and Johnny frowned playfully when he held the cum-filled condom up between two fingers, as if he wanted to show you both the result of your adventure together.

“Yuck,” he exclaimed loudly and exaggerated his disgust. It made you laugh which was his intent.

“Oh my god just put it away,” Doyoung ordered and chuckled. “Stop playing with my sperm.”

Johnny moved his hand toward Doyoung's face with a playful smirk, but he quickly stopped joking around and took it back. He tied the condom while you observed, then tossed it onto Doyoung's bed and only barely missed the spot where his own condom and cum had landed.

This time Doyoung didn't protest. He just watched and shook his head. Then you burst out giggling, as the reality of the situation – of the fact that you'd just had sex with the Johnny and Doyoung, at the same time – came crashing over you.

Your fit of giggles made Johnny and Doyoung laugh too. Johnny collapsed over your body from the side and played with his fingers on your stomach. His slack dick brushed against your hip and he pressed his face against your boob.

Doyoung rolled onto your arm and you stuck it in under him to hold him around the back, while he laughed loudly and buried his face in your neck.

You turned to kiss him on the mouth. You faced Johnny and he scooted higher up to reach your lips too. Your head jumped between them a few times, as you relaxed on the bed between the two hot men.

It felt good, fun, relaxing and pretty amazing. If you hadn't experienced it yourself, you'd think it was a fever dream too. You could hardly blame your friend for initially not believing anything from this story.

*****

Your fun with the famous men from the beach in the Maldives couldn't have come at a better time. Without them, it might have turned out to be a terrible, boring and sad holiday. But it eventually had to end, and at some point you got up while the boys flipped around on the bed to watch you put your bikini back on.

They rubbed shoulders and the three of you exchanged glances and smiled. They looked at each other when you were facing the other way and Doyoung tried to muffle his laughter. It made you face them again, and you saw him hide his face in his hands and bury his enormous grin in Johnny's chest.

Weird, you thought, for the millionth time since you met them. You were a little confused and slightly amused by the nature of their intimate friendship. You thought it was pretty sweet.

Johnny put an arm around his naked friend and stroke his back. He spread his legs wide and flaunted his fit body on the bed for you to see. He nurtured his beaten dick and smiled lovingly at you.

I can't believe that has been inside me. It made you feel all warm inside, and for the first time since you met, when you looked Johnny in the eye and his sweet smile made you melt, you had a faint feeling of something more than just physical attraction in your heart.

When you eventually tied the bikini top back on and smiled at the boys, Doyoung finally calmed himself and rolled away from his friend. He got up, naked and slack, and went to sit on his own bed. His hand accidentally touched one of the condoms and he jolted and frowned before he picked it up and threw it a little further away.

You didn't actually want to leave but it felt like the right time. Your friend was waiting, in need of your care and attention, and you couldn't wait to tell her about the incredible and unbelievable thing that had just happened.

The way Johnny and Doyoung just stared at you, happy but without saying anything or doing much, made you worry about what the atmosphere would be if you overstayed your welcome. But at the same time, you suddenly realized that once you left you'd probably never see them again, and that was a sad thought. It actually hurt to think it.

“When do you leave tomorrow?” you asked.

“Around lunchtime,” Johnny replied.

You stood silent for a moment. “Well, thanks guys,” you said when you picked your bag up from the floor. They smiled at you when you approached them, and seemed completely satisfied when you gave them each one last kiss.

“Will we see you again?” Doyoung asked, his posture suddenly timid and shy as his smile vanished.

“Yeah, if you like,” you said and shrugged.

Johnny pulled himself up on the bed and fluffed a pillow behind him. “We were thinking of going to the beach again in the morning if you wanna join.”

“Sure,” you said and smiled, while you stood between the beds and your head moved from one man to the other. “I'd like that.”

“Maybe bring your friend,” Johnny added. You had mentioned her in passing during the walk through the resort.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. “If she's up for it.”

You knew she would be. No illness in the world would be able to stop her. Besides, you knew you'd need some proof to back up your incredible tale.

“Okay, see you tomorrow then,” you said and started walking to the door.

“See you,” Doyoung said and smiled again, and Johnny met your eyes and nodded.

You opened the door and walked out. You closed it behind you and paused, as you processed the events of the last couple of hours.

Your hand was still on the handle when you heard muffled laughter from inside, and though you didn't know it Johnny and Doyoung high-fived each other in the air across the beds.

You might have been the star struck one, but it was hard to tell who was the most lucky. Johnny and Doyoung certainly felt it, considering they'd just hooked up with a hot stranger they met on the beach, an incredible story they couldn't wait to tell their friends back home.

Did you ever see them again? Yes, you did, and your friend did too. And by the time you said goodbye after lunch the next day, your heart actually ached.

The boys had an effect on you, and in just a short time you started to care for them. You were torn between their fame and their friendship, and your holiday fling leaving produced hurtful emotions in your heart that you never saw coming.

All you could hope for at the time was that they cared about you too, that you weren't just a one night stand, and that your time with them in the Maldives would not be the last time you saw them. But either way, this was a holiday memory to write home about. And as much as your heart ached, you were endlessly happy that it happened.

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Gotta read later 😭

[queeenarii]

Flaming Hot Lemon - MDNI 😑👁

💚Jaehyun x Reader

💚 light Poly 127 Themes

💚 Oral (reader receiving)

💚 Gender neuteal but Female

💚 I REFUSE TO READ MY DEBAUCHERY FOR MISTAKES SOZ.

This has been in my drafts since the song came out 😫😫😫

Jaehyun was working so so hard on this solo activities. While the excitement fueled him onstage, he was often depleted by the time he came home.

The smell of coffee and food wafted through the air as Jaehyun woke up. Creeping downstairs he is greeted with one of his partners, Y/N, singing and dancing their way around the kitchen, to a very familiar song.

Jaehyuns heart swells with love, adoration and pride at the sight of you the *person* of his dreams enthusiastically singing along to his latest album. He loves having people who supports his solo artistic endeavors so much. The sight is cathartic and strangely arousing.

As your back is facing the entrance way, Jaehyun comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your frame taking in a deep breath of your sent alongside what your cooking.

"morning handsome, sleep well?" You ask him before turning around in his hold.

All he mutters out is a muffled "mhm" accompanied by his dimpled smile.

You laze around the kitchen together for a bit longer, Jaehyun watching you twirl and swirl. Once you appproch the end of your cooking, Jaehyun decides to pounce.

He begins innocently enough. Nipping at your neck before moving to devour your lips. Your surprised at his roughness as he encourages you to hop up on the counter. His hands roaming around your body with fevor. He trails his lips further down, not waisting time to get to his prize.

But before he does anything He pauses for a second, grabs his phone out of his back pocket. You look at him quizzically wondering what he's gonna do next.

He props his phone up on the center next to you both, adjusting the angle. He then turns back to you murmurs a quick "the boys are gonna love this" before his hand slides gently over your folds. He makes quick work of making you crumble.

He works his hands to gently, teasing you. They ghost over your clit momentarily before rubbing up against your entrance.

Just as Jaes finger breaches your walls he pulls his finger back, lightly teasing your clit again. A taughting yet mesmerizing smile graves his face. Dimples like craters on his flawless moon like skin. A deep chuckle as Flamin Hot Lemon pours out your phones speakers.

Jaehyun finally obliges yet not quite yet done teasing you as he kisses lightly up your thighs savoring their feel. Squeezing the plump flesh lightly as you pull him in towards your cunt.

His dimple make an encore as does his deep chuckle before he dives in. Finally the flaming hot pit in your cunt that Jaehyun caused is relived.

His tongue does wonders, swirling and sucking at your clit. He graduly works two fingers in you, your mewls are music to his ear.

His fingers gently prod at your g-spot, coaxing and orgasm out of you at a tortureously slow pace. You know he can be faster than this. What you don't know is that Jaehyun is so unbelievably down bad right now. Something about your moans mixi g with his music. Music he wrote about you, about the other members. Music he poured his artistry into. To see you enjoying it unprompted...

Stay begging, got me on my knees

It had him in a tizzy. And well he just had to show his appreciation. Is all.

A few harder thrusts of his fingers and a few more licks to your clit has you tipping over the edge. You grip hard at his hair, legs splayed over his shoulders. A meal fit for a king. And eat he did. You have to push his head away from the over stimulation, begging him to let you rest for a second.

He concides and grabs his phone. Sending the video to you all's group chat. Bragging to the boys who were working today on a group schedule.

His love and admiration is still there.

But Jaehyun must admit

He loves the way you taste

[lovesuhng]

after the kiss

part 2 of drunk words, sober thoughts friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive (almost smut), johnny is big, reader is described as a big girl

Johnny wanted to kiss you. You wanted to kiss Johnny. Everything was perfect, right? Wrong.

Ever since the day you drank too much and said more than you should have, you decided to run away from your best friend simply out of fear. You were afraid the kiss wouldn’t be good. But most of all, you were afraid things would change between you and Johnny. You couldn’t bear to lose him just because of something silly you said while drunk.

It had been over a week since you started ignoring his messages and calls, hiding every time you saw him in the university hallways, making up excuses when his friends asked why you were avoiding him.

He understood that you needed time, that you were embarrassed—he knew you very well. But he was tired of waiting. He needed to see you, which was why he was now at your apartment, waiting for you to explain why you were running away from him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I swear I don’t know what got into me that night.”

“You know exactly what happened.” It was clear that, no matter how hard he tried, Johnny couldn’t understand. “I told you I wanted to kiss you too, so what’s the problem?”

“Oh, Johnny, we’re friends! What if we kiss and everything gets weird? What if we drift apart because of it? Have you thought about all the mess that could happen if we—”

Your words were cut off by your friend as he pressed his lips to yours, giving in to the kiss you both had wanted for so long. You know when people talk about the electricity running through your body when you kiss someone you love for the first time? That was exactly what happened between you two.

All the fear, all the doubts that had been swirling in your mind disappeared. Every single worry faded the moment Johnny touched you.

You pulled apart just enough to look at each other, taking in the expressions on your faces. The smiles on both your lips were proof that you wanted more than just a simple kiss. And so, a softer, deeper kiss began.

Having Johnny’s lips on yours was an incredible sensation, as if they fit perfectly together, as if yours were made solely to be with his. The lack of air finally forced you both to part, but even then, your foreheads remained pressed together, eyes locked in an intense gaze.

“Still scared?”

“Not at all.”

Another kiss began, this time fervent, filled with desire. One of Johnny’s hands pulled you closer by the nape of your neck, while the other played at your waist. You thought you were going to lose your mind when his wet kisses trailed away from your lips, down to your neck, then to your collarbone.

When a soft moan escaped your lips and you tugged at the waistband of his pants, it was Johnny’s turn to feel like he was going insane. He almost thought he was imagining things when you leaned into his ear and whispered:

“Take me to the bedroom, Johnny.”

Johnny stopped abruptly, looking right into your eyes, as if he's trying to understand what you just said and, when you smiled, he was sure you wanted it as much as he did. Then, he took you in his arms with the greatest ease and drew a hearty laugh from you.

Despite being much shorter than him (which wasn’t exactly difficult, considering his height), you had a striking presence—thick thighs, full curves, completely different from the type of woman you thought he would be attracted to.

So, seeing Johnny lift you off the ground so effortlessly left you even more impressed—and even more horny.

Upon reaching the bedroom, he gently laid you on the bed, initiating another round of heated kisses. Your hands roamed beneath his shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his abdomen—a silent invitation for him to take it off.

“Wow…” Johnny chuckled at your reaction as you look in his body. You had seen him shirtless before, but this time was different. Now, you were consumed by an indescribable desire and he was even more built than the last time you saw him like this.

You removed your shirt as well, along with your bra, catching him off guard with your boldness. He wasted no time, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while massaging the other. Shivers ran through your body as soft moans escaped your lips, sounds that only fueled Johnny’s pleasure. You were already so wet, so overwhelmed with need, that you took his hand and guided it between your legs—a silent plea for him to touch you.

That was how Johnny gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“I want you now, Johnny.” You said, your eyes locked onto the prominent bulge in his pants. He started to remove them and you watched his every move. But when you finally saw him, you froze.

Johnny was a big man, so it was only natural that he would be big in every sense, but still, you couldn’t help but be taken aback. Nervousness flickered across your face and he noticed immediately. Leaning in, he gently cupped your chin and whispered, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go slow, and if you want me to stop, just tell me. I know you can take me so well, but, trust me, okay?”

You simply nodded, and he rewarded you with a soft, lingering kiss.

Slowly, he began to push inside and your grip tightened around his arms. Johnny kept whispering sweet words, reassuring you every step of the way.

“You’re doing so well, my love.” “You’re so beautiful, I know you can take me.” “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

His words sent waves of pleasure through you, making you clench around him, driving him wild. Once he was fully inside, he started with slow, gentle thrusts, gradually increasing the pace.

You moaned, trying to muffle the sounds, but it was impossible. Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails dragging down his back, leaving marks on his skin.

Johnny didn’t stop, pressing kisses and bites along your neck. Your eyes met, filled with nothing but raw pleasure and admiration. That tension in your stomach built up, unraveling into a mind-blowing climax.

“You okay, baby?” Johnny asked, watching as you caught your breath.

“More than okay.” You smiled at him, eyes glowing with satisfaction. “But now…”

You pushed him onto the bed, straddling his lap, positioning yourself above him.

“I want to make you feel good.”

Guiding him back inside you, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, watching as his head fell back, his large hands gripping your waist. Now it was your turn to kiss and bite his neck, making sure there would be marks left behind.

Johnny was in pure bliss, completely intoxicated by you. His obsession was undeniable when, for what felt like the hundredth time that night, he covered your breasts with kisses and love bites, making sure you reached your peak once again.

“J-Johnny… I’m gonna…”

“Me too, princess.”

It didn’t take long before both of you reached the edge together, collapsing onto the bed, breathless and spent.

Johnny turned to look at you—chest rising and falling, eyes closed, yet absolutely stunning. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before heading to the bathroom. After cleaning himself up and taking care of you, he laid back down beside you, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you deeply, yet tenderly.

“This feels like a dream.” You murmured, nuzzling into his chest as he ran his fingers soothingly along your back.

“Me too. It was even better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this too?”

“Of course. I’ve always wanted you like this, right here by my side, looking so beautiful.” He paused, sighing. “I think it took me too long to realize what I really felt for you, but I guess everything happens at the right ti—AAAAAH! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”

Your intrusive thoughts won, and you bit his chest, completely disrupting the romantic moment.

“I’ve always wanted to do this. Do you know how hard it was to control myself, seeing you looking so damn hot and not being able to bite you all over?”

Johnny burst into laughter at your confession, pulling you in for another kiss. He felt like the luckiest man alive to be with the woman he had always been in love with.

Both of you were relieved that nothing between you had changed—that you were still best friends.

Except now, that bond had evolved into something deeper. A love that was finally mutual.

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Cant get this out of my head

P1harmony × Reader (Polycule) MMMF

HardDom!Keeho, Sub!Jiung, Intak

Light choking, light breath play,

MDNI

Not proofread :)

The boys were working hard for their latest comeback. Jiung especially was super stressed out, and he wasn't dealing with it well. Him and Keeho were constantly at each others neck. Constantly bickering and arguing. Theyre at a music show, just lazing about until their called on stage again.

"Keeho you were like one inch off on the last chorus" Jiung states rather bluntly. But Keeho just ignores him, attempting to keep a bit of peace in the dressing room.

"Keeho? Did you hear me?" Jiung asks

"Yeah, whatever" Keeho answers back trying to maintain his cool. As the leader, he can't loose his head. He has to be calm and collected at all times. No matter how much he was to yell at Jiung, he knows Jiung's just trying to make everything perfect.

It's always perfection with him. Jiung is unable to just let something be good, or even great. Always Perfect.

"Well then say something, you know-how" Jiung starts

"Oh my gosh! Jiung just shush-okay! I was off sorry I can't be fucking perfect" Keeho explodes

The rest of the members look around, the air is thick between the two members. Theyre cat and mouse antics are usually fun. Jiung's introspection reins in Keeho's spontaneity. They're a great match despite what others might see.

Jiung's face turns red, with embarrassment and rage "hey-" he starts before Intak steps between their line of site. Theo follows Keeho out the room, hoping to calm him down. While Intak silently ushers Jiung to the couch. The couch offers little solace though, Jiung holds his head in his hand. Leg rocking and posture slump.

You enter through the door, having heard the two men yelling down the hallway and seeing Keeho rush by you in anger. Theo assures you that he'll talk to him, but you know how stubborn Keeho can be.

"What the fuck y'all? " you rush in seeing two of your boyfriends on the couch. You tentatively great Soul and Jongseob.

"Jiung baby, whats wrong" You question softly. Just then the boys manager and Theo returns, offering an empty dressing room down the hallway for you guys. The best way to get Jiung and Keeho to stop fighting is to just let them fight.

Jiung storms off, hating the numerous eyes of the stylist and others on him.

In the other room Jiung paces near the door quietly. His thoughts spiral out of control, and he's almost consumed by them. In a daze almost. Once he's like this, it's hard for him to get out. You sit with jiung in the room, waiting for him to calm down a bit, knowing that in this state there's no reasoning with him.

A soft knock is heard at the door, then Keeho walks in. At the site of him Jiung implodes getting I'm his face.

"What the fuck man? " he questions

"Jiung back up"

"No cause what the fuck was th-"

"God your so fucking stubborn"

"Like you aren't"

"Yeah, well I'm not a perfectionist little shit sometimes"

"Yeah and I'm not a narcissistic asshole, who does nothing but stare at my flawless fucking face all day"

The two breath heavily in each others face. Skin flushed red and eyes trained on each other. Keeho's flicker down slightly before he envelopes Jiung in a hug.

People wonder why Keeho was made leader and not Jiung. Why the silliest most obnoxious member was saddled with so much responsibility. The truth is no one understands each member better than Keeho. Jiung might know their mannerisms. He picks up on the little things, the observable world is his domain. Where confusion can't take route. Where he can count on a flower being a flower. He's always a beat too late when it get emotional. He struggles to even understand his own sometimes.

Keeho however, is great at emotions. He study and observes others too, but he is great at reading others, especially his fellow members. Especially his partners.

"Baby" Keeho calls out softly then he kisses Jiung. You expect Jiung to pull away, to deflect Keeho's advances. But he doesn't. All the anger and tension leaves the youngers body, he relaxes in Keeho's hold. His legs grow weak, arms lazily strech around Keeho's neck.

Keeho pulls back "hmm, I now I know why you've been such a little shit lately" he quips playfully

"Shut up" Jiung retorts soflty pushing out of the others hold. He sits down on the couch next to you.

You look down and see what Keeho is talking about. The kiss placated Jiungs rage, but it ignited a different fire.

You get up and straddle Jiungs lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your hips grid harshly into his, riling him up farther. Keeho takes a seat to your left, softly caressing Jiungs leg. He looks up at you hoping for a kiss.

Your last boyfriend finnaly joins you all, having time to change out of his stage clothes wearing grey sweat pants that mirrors Jiungs.

"Keeho, go return your outfit, the stylists are looking for you". Intak tells him.

Keeho reluctantly pulls away from you to quickly change.

Your lips feel empty so you search for Jiungs again. As you make out you feel him up, your soft hands rake over his hot skin under his shirt. Your hands then travel to his sweats, pulling at them.

You leave Jiungs lap so he can take the pants off, finally met with his dick at full attention. You stare for a second, taking in his thin but long length. Jiung let's out a small whine, urging you to do something. You chuckle and return to his lap, kissing him once more as you usher his dick to your entrance.

You sink down, savoring the feeling. You all hadn't done this in a while. Their promotion schedule was about as hectic as your own, bareltinf leaving you all with time to see each other. Let alone give y'all time for a good fuck.

Keeho returns to the room joining you all on the couch. Jiung is moaning quiet loudly for him. He always gets noisy and so sensitive when he hasn't come in a while. You love seeing him like this.

You continue to ride him. His head thrown back and his pretty, long neck exposed to you. Your temptation takes hold, your hand wrapping around his thin neck. At the feeling Jiung moans a bit louder, loving the attention your giving him. You ride him with vigor, loving the way he falls apart under you. Keeho whispers words of praise in his ear as Intak laps at his nipples, pinching and biting them, spurring Jiung on. Hes quick to cum, and loud once he does so. His eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands, each securely intertwined with the men beside him, squeeze theirs tightly, nails digging into flesh. His toes curl and legs tense. Slowly coming down from his high as continue to milk everything from him.

Anger no longer plagues him, instead he's left feeling giddy, boneless and satisfied.

Intak pulls you over to him next, his big brown eyes lock into yours as you two finally kiss. He flips you over you back on his chest and he guides his length into you finally stretching you open with his fat cock. You whine at the feeling, missing Jiungs length but savouring the feeling of Intak.

It's tight, so he starts of slow. Calmly he thrusts inside you. One hand grasps your breast, kneeding the flesh and teasing your nipple. The other travels to your aching clit, rubbing slow circles that elict soft moans out of you. Gradually Intak picks up speed, slamming inside you with deep harsh thrust. His fingers work magic on your clothes being you closer to your own high. After some time you start to clinch around him. Your orgasm on the horizon. Your toes tingle and eyes prickle with tears. Intaks hand on your breast leaves, clasping over your mouth. That does it, the tight chord in your tummy snaps and your creaming all over Intaks dick. He mutters filthy words in your ear as you dox Cumming shortly after.

Intak let's you go, helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. Immediately Keeho stands behind you "can you handle one more?" He asks genuinely. You mod giving him the green light.

Keeho roughly bends you over and enters you switftly. His dick is well balanced not too long, not too fat, with a slight curve. It hits every spot inside you nicely. It can't reach the depths of your cunt like Jiungs can, or stretch you wide like Intaks. But it's still perfect for him and for you.

Keeho dosent bother to go slowly. He enters you roughly, tugging your hips to meet his. He adores seeing your ass recoil at his hard thrusts.

Keeho grabs you by the shoulders, digging deep and making you go insane on his dick. He soon finds your gspot. Evident in the way you cry out and shudder once he hits it. He pulls you up by the hair, then attaches one hand to your throat.

"Gonna cum for us pretty? " he teases. His other hand slithers down to your clit once again. The stimulation burns from your last orgasm but is so intoxicating at the same time.

You nod to answer Keeho's question. Quickly feeling your orgasm approaching. After a while wetness leaves your cunt. Your loans loud and skin buzzing as your climax washes over you hard. Keeho growls at this as you tighten around him drawing him closer as well. He helps you ride it his orgasm, as once he feels your spent body relax he pulls out, coaxing himself to climax.

Once you and keeho catch your breath you look over at Intak and Jiung on the couch. Jiung, in subspace, is curled up in Intaks lap, snoozing slightly and Intak rubs his back soothingly. Finally content. Everything perfect

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Thank you @kyoswonnie and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

[2cool-2die]

𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 - Part 1

Winter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~8.5K (my bad)

Pt 1, Pt 2 , Pt 3 , Pt 4, Pt 5

Synopsis: Kim Minjeong had heard all about the famous group of fuckboys and fuckgirls around campus. When Y/N Y/L/N, the leader of that group and student council president of the university, approached her with sweet smiles and soft gestures, Minjeong decided she would be the one playing her instead.

Except maybe Y/N took her relationship with Minjeong seriously and was never even a fuckgirl to begin with.

Tags: university setting, misunderstandings, flirting, guitarist Minjeong, band!Aespa

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"I'm going to end myself," Minjeong groaned loudly, her face falling forward onto the table in front of her.

Her friends, Aeri, Jimin, and Ning, laughed at her, the infectious sound echoing around the walls of the wide, empty music room. They were supposed to be practicing for their next show, but Minjeong received an email that destroyed the very core of her soul.

Jimin shook her head, fixing the mic stand as she turned to her best friend. "It's not that bad, Minjeong."

Aeri wasn't as helpful. "What if Y/N tries to flirt with you?"

"Oh lord, I'd rather DIE than have to interact with Y/N for more than thirty seconds." Minjeong whined through gritted teeth. She lifted her head off the table, flipping her hair back as she let out a dramatic sigh. "I really can't do this..."

Y/N was the student council president of SM, one of the top-ranked universities in South Korea. She was a quiet and reserved girl—much like Minjeong. The only difference was that she was the devil reincarnated herself. Much like her group of friends, she was a playgirl—the heartbreaker of the campus...a clown, essentially.

"Why are you even defending her?" Ning asked Jimin, swinging the strap of her guitar over her neck and shoulder. "She's the best friend of the one who shall not be named."

'The one who shall not be named,' also known as Yeonjun, was the guy who led Jimin on and broke her heart into pieces last month.

Jimin shrugged, tensing up at the mention of her ex. "She's not the one who cheated on me."

Minjeong groaned loudly again, resting her head back on the table with a loud thump. She closed her eyes, as if she were in pure, excruciating pain. "I'm going to fail my class," she whined.

"Minjeong, you're overreacting," Aeri pointed out, moving to pull Minjeong's hair out of her face.

"No, I'm not! Y/N is awful," she replied, her face twisting into a disgusted expression.

Y/N represented everything Minjeong rejected as a hopeless romantic, so she wanted nothing to do with her. Nothing. Zero. Nada.

Of course, that very reason was the exact reason why the universe specifically threw Y/N at her.

Minjeong was majoring in Composition, and as easy as most of her classes were for her, the university made her take an extra class to get the needed credits to graduate. She happened to have missed the first week of classes that year, stuck in bed with a monstrous cold, which meant that all the spots for the cool classes were immediately filled up, leaving her with Calculus Applied... CALCULUS APPLIED.

Of course, she was failing the class. So she needed a tutor. And the email she just received from the tutoring program announced that Y/N was assigned to her. Because why wouldn't she be?

"Someone shoot me in the face right now." Minjeong was sure she'd never finish complaining about this. "Why did it have to be her of all people?"

Aeri seemed to perk up at the question, a memory suddenly popping into her mind. "You know what? I just remembered—Jennifer is in the tutoring program. She talked to me about it last week, complaining that she had to choose who she was going to tutor, but none of the names sounded hot enough for her."

Minjeong slowly picked her head up, eyebrows falling into a frown at her friend's words. "So...that means Y/N chose me?"

Ning snorted, looking down at her phone. "Does she even know who you are?"

"She's probably clueless, considering how stupid she is." Minjeong mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes at the thought. Y/N and she had been classmates since high school. Back then, Minjeong had a small crush on the girl. She was gorgeous, quiet, and polite. She was also not friends with a bunch of assholes, so that helped. Then they got into university, barely saw each other again because of their different degrees, and Y/N became a fuck girl.

"Did you just call your tutor, of all people, stupid?" Jimin raised a playful eyebrow at her, making Minjeong stick her tongue out at her.

"Seriously, she probably thinks this is another chance to flirt with someone," she continued.

"Oh, she's probably looking for some cute, dumb girl to have fun with," Aeri added, giggling. "...like you, Minjeong-ie!!"

Minjeong let out another long, exaggerated groan, burying her head into her folded arms on the table. "I'm dropping out," she mumbled into the table, her voice muffled from the position of her head. She stayed like that for a few beats before she pulled her head back, a pout on her face. "If I fail this class, I won't graduate."

"And whose fault is that?" Jimin teased her, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. She let out a yelp as the shorter girl smacked her arm with the back of her hand.

:::

Y/N sighed tiredly as she left yet another student council meeting, headphones resting on her head as she walked along the familiar hallways. She was convinced most students at the university were actual dumbasses.

How the hell did a guy manage to get into the student council without knowing who the bloody president of South Korea was? It escaped her.

She arrived at the cafeteria, not bothering to grab a tray or food as she walked to the usual table where she and her friends sat.

"Hi," she let out after lowering her headphones so they hung around her neck.

Minji, Yeonjun, and Niki looked up at her, barely acknowledging her as they went back to their ongoing argument.

"Jimin is an absolute catch, and you are an idiot for letting her go," Minji pointed at Yeonjun in accusation.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and sat down. Love and relationships were topics that usually weren't mentioned much in their group—especially not when it was serious. Sure, they'd tease Yeonjun and Niki for being fuckboys, but when relationships got serious, they let the immaturity go and supported each other.

That day, they didn't seem to be in a very supportive mood.

"Minji's right; you were an idiot," Niki agreed, nodding his head as he stole a grape from the little bowl Y/N had just produced from her bag. He ignored the glare she sent him as he went on, "She was literally the only person who could put up with your ass."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes at his friend's words, immediately becoming defensive. "Look who's talking! You played that girl Eunchae like she was the smallest violin on Earth."

"Hey, she couldn't keep up with me!" Niki shot back with a scoff, waving his hand to brush off Yeonjun's comment. "She was just a fling anyway." He added, grabbing another grape from Y/N's bowl once again.

She slapped his hand away this time, protecting her lunch. "You two are both pigs— that's news to no one. Why are we arguing about this?"

"Because Yeonjun can't stop staring at Jimin when he's the asshole who cheated," Niki retorted.

"Can you shut up already?" Yeonjun huffed at him, narrowing his eyes as he got fed up.

Minji leaned on the table, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "She was perfect for you, really," she stated with pity.

"She was too good for him." Y/N shrugged when Yeonjun sent her an offended look. "What? It's true. I'm glad you two are over. You didn't deserve her."

She leaned down to reach for the phone inside her backpack when Yeonjun decided to steal her bowl and hand it to Niki.

Niki snickered, pulling the bowl onto his lap as he started to grab more food. Y/N's glare did nothing but amuse him.

Yeonjun ignored their childish bickering, looking over the cafeteria. His eyes were met with the sight of Aeri, Jimin, and Ning sitting at their usual table. His gaze instantly fell on Jimin and softened as it lingered there.

Y/N followed his look, quickly finding Minjeong instead of Jimin. The blonde girl was laughing with Ning, her eyes barely visible as her beautiful smile settled on her lips. She was gorgeous—out of this world, almost. Y/N had known her since she was 14. When she came to university, she thought she had lost her opportunity with Minjeong, so you can imagine her surprise when she saw the familiar name on the tutoring program subscriptions. She had already missed her chance with Minjeong once... she wouldn't do it again. So she picked her.

"Who are you looking at, mhm?" Minji nudged her best friend softly.

"No one." Y/N cleared her throat and looked away, holding her hand out for Niki to give her food back. When he huffed lightly and refused, she raised an eyebrow at him, quickly getting him to give in.

"You were clearly looking at someone," Minji replied, leaning to the side to try and see who Y/N's eyes were on.

Y/N knew her best friend wouldn't drop the subject so soon, so she answered her. "Kim Minjeong. I'm gonna be her Calculus tutor."

Yeonjun frowned in confusion. "Isn't she in Composition?"

Y/N tried to be as discreet with her interest as possible. She had never talked about her crush to her friends, knowing that they would tease her as soon as she opened her mouth to speak. "Extra credits, I guess."

"Calculus, really?" Niki's eyes widened at the statement before his mouth curled into a smirk. Yeonjun leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's... interesting," Minji commented, tilting her head to the side as she too smirked.

"What?" Y/N asked, picking up on their glances.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Yeonjun let out in a sing-song tone, a smirk on his face.

"I bet you all twenty bucks that Y/N will make Minjeong fall for her." Niki added, his smirk growing more teasing as he slapped a bill in the middle of the table.

"Thirty." Yeonjun reached inside his pocket, pulling out his wallet to add two more bills to the count.

Y/N grimaced in disgust at the behavior of the guys. "We're not betting anything. Stop that."

"Thirty-five says the blondie will fall within the next two weeks," Niki continued.

Y/N rolled her eyes at them, grabbing her food and backpack to stand up. "You two are assholes."

The two boys chuckled, nudging each other at how easy it was to get to Y/N. She was usually a block of ice—never too bothered by their teasing.

"Oh, come on, Y/N!"

"We were joking!!"

She ignored them and walked away, quickly followed by Minji. She was the first friend Y/N ever made at the university, one of the few people who really understood her and made her feel heard.

"She's cute... Minjeong," the taller girl smiled. "You should try getting closer to her."

Y/N couldn't help but scoff at her friend's statement. "As if she'll ever even breathe my way."

Minji rolled her eyes. "She was looking at you a second ago when we were walking away. Girlie looked starved for your attention." She laughed a little, looping her arm around Y/N's. "Also, who wouldn't be a blushing mess at seeing you?"

Y/N felt her cheeks redden at the words. She looked away, trying to hide her reaction, before slowly facing her friend again. "She was looking at me?"

Minji nodded as they made their way out of the cafeteria. "Yup, she was clearly checking you out. I mean, who wouldn't? You're gorgeous. Minjeong's lucky." She pinched Y/N's cheek endearingly.

Y/N refused to let herself be flustered even more. She nudged her friend away and ignored her chuckles as they made their way to class.

:::

As much as she tried to push down the flattery, Minji's words stuck to her.

What if Minjeong was actually checking her out? What if Minjeong liked her? Y/N wouldn't know what to do with herself.

So, it was with a perk to her steps and more confidence than usual that she stepped inside the university's library a few days later, her eyes inspecting every table as she looked for the familiar girl.

After a little tour of the place, where Y/N was left without any answers, she looked down at her lock screen and frowned.

She was ten minutes early. Had she been that excited?

She decided to settle down and pulled out her laptop, fiddling with her pen as her eyes shot back to the door whenever someone came in.

She waited.

And waited.

And then she waited some more.

Minjeong stepped inside the library thirty minutes after their agreed time, barely looking at Y/N as she sat down in front of her.

Y/N cleared her throat and spoke up. "Hi."

Minjeong raised her gaze, meeting Y/N's eyes. She had expected an annoyed, snarky attitude from the girl, not a polite greeting.

"Hey." Her eyes lingered on Y/N's face for a few beats. Y/N's natural, casual beauty was intimidating. It was almost as if she had been carved by the gods themselves to be naturally flawless.

Y/N stared back at her, feeling almost intoxicated at the sight. There was always something about Minjeong that caught her attention: her innocent looks but teasing smirks, the way she liked to wear cute dresses one day and then completely switch to baggy jeans and sport jackets the next, the way she was loud with her friends but quiet and reserved with others.

Y/N had always liked her. It felt surreal to actually be sitting in front of her.

She cleared her throat and shook her head a little, leaning forward to grab the papers she had brought.

"I'm the TA of one of your teachers, so I asked him for some materials. We can get started with the introductory theme."

Minjeong's cheeks reddened slightly at the sight of Y/N's polite and professional attitude. She wasn't expecting the other girl to be so composed. She hung out with Yeonjun and Niki for God's sake; she shouldn't be anything close to put together. Then again...she was student council president, right? Not everyone could do that—not everyone could be a teacher's assistant and a tutor at the same time. Did the girl even sleep?

Minjeong took the paper, quickly looking over the content.

"Okay." Her voice was quiet as she spoke, unable to keep her gaze on the material for too long. Her eyes drifted from the paper back to Y/N's face. She couldn't stop staring.

Y/N smiled a little. She knew a lot of students often looked her way, but there was something about the way Minjeong did it that made her feel flustered.

"Should we get started?" Y/N suggested, trying to focus on the material in front of her.

Minjeong couldn't quite understand where this feeling of nervousness and excitement was coming from. It was unusual for her, especially since this was just a tutoring session. She forced herself to stop thinking about the other girl.

Y/N was a player. She was probably used to doing this to people—being all nice and gentle to get what she wanted before leaving them high and dry.

Minjeong had heard the rumors; she wasn't going to fall for Y/N or her act.

So, she took a sharp breath and forced herself to focus on the paper in front of her. "Whatever."

Y/N frowned at the demeanor, noticing the almost hostile aura suddenly radiating off the other girl. She tried to push down the disappointed feeling in her chest, playing the whole thing off as Minjeong being intimidated by the exercises.

Leaning forward on the table, Y/N turned her laptop screen to show Minjeong her notes. She had taken Calculus as an introductory course during her first year, so she was sure her documents could help.

"We'll go through things slowly, and I'm sure you'll understand everything. It's actually quite easy once you get the hang of it." Y/N smiled reassuringly, twirling her pen around her finger.

Minjeong nodded slowly, her eyes following the movement of Y/N's hand. She couldn't help but notice the little things Y/N did without realizing how adorable they were: the twirling of her pen, the gentle smile on her face, and the way her eyes lit up as she spoke softly.

A small part of her wondered how many people Y/N had done this exact same thing for, with the same kind expressions, soft tone, and sweet attitude.

"Okay...do you get the first exercise?" Y/N asked, trying to move past the awkward silence.

Minjeong took a few beats to reply, her mind occupied by a sense of discomfort.

She hummed slightly, nodding her head even though her mind was elsewhere. Her grades in math back in high school were...lackluster, to say the least. She had been struggling for a while. But she didn't want to admit that to Y/N of all people.

"Yeah," she answered, "I get it."

Y/N smiled. "Great."

Noticing that Minjeong hadn't brought a backpack with her—meaning no pen or paper—Y/N slid her notebook across the table and handed her the pen she had been twirling.

"Let's get to it then."

Minjeong nodded, taking the pen and paper from Y/N.

She was starting to realize that the only way to avoid embarrassing herself further in front of the intimidating girl was to shut up and focus on what she was doing. So she stared at the material, trying hard to process it mentally and solve the exercises. This was only the first lesson, and everything was already going above her head.

Minjeong bit her lower lip, looking down at the empty paper in front of her.

Y/N tried to give the girl time to respond peacefully. No pressure. But the frustrated sighs and constant fidgeting from the other girl quickly caught her attention.

"Would you like some help?"

"No, it's fine." Minjeong immediately denied, her tone a little too strained and tense.

She was determined to do it on her own, but the numbers kept blending together, and the formulas just refused to make sense in her head, no matter how hard she tried to make them. She bit her lip again, shifting in her seat slightly. "I know how to do this; I've done it before."

Y/N nodded, not a hint of mockery or teasing in her eyes as she replied, "I'm sure you do, Minjeong. These exercises can be tricky because you learned them a long time ago. It's normal to forget how to solve them—especially with the long formulas."

There it was again—the warmth, the gentle tone, and the kind eyes.

It annoyed Minjeong more than she'd like to admit. She knew she was lying to Y/N's face about being familiar with the problems; the only thing she had done was glance at them and immediately give up. But hearing Y/N's words, delivered with such patience and gentleness, made her feel worse.

"Is it?" she asked, not wanting to give in and admit defeat, despite knowing there was no way in hell she'd be able to solve the stupid exercise alone.

"Oh, absolutely!" Y/N nodded. "I myself have forgotten how to do it." A little white lie never hurt anyone, right? Y/N told herself it was worth it when she saw a hint of relief flood Minjeong's eyes. "Here, I'll show you the formula so you can remember how to do it again."

A rush of relief washed over Minjeong, her fingers loosening their grip on the pen and her shoulders losing their previous stiffness.

She tried to swallow down her pride. She was stubborn—stubborn as a mule—and really didn’t want to accept that something as simple as a few stupid numbers on a sheet of paper was what it took to break her. So, she found herself silently watching as Y/N's slender hands wrote down the formula on the paper and began explaining it.

God, Y/N's handwriting was horrendous—a cursive, doctor-like scrawl of letters and numbers. Yet Minjeong found herself beginning to understand what she was saying, maybe because Y/N's soft voice narrated and explained everything as she wrote.

"So, you'll want to use integration by parts, and then it'll be easier for you to see how the derivative of this function plays into substitution. It's just a matter of breaking things down," Y/N finished.

As the words and formulas slowly began to make sense in Minjeong's head, her eyes met Y/N's, a small flicker of surprise appearing in them. She was finally able to understand what the equation meant. It was weird how Y/N could explain things in a way that actually got through her thick skull.

When Y/N looked up at her, Minjeong diverted her gaze, her eyes roaming over the other sheets of paper spread across the table.

"Is your handwriting always that bad?"

Y/N had been expecting everything but that. Her cheeks reddened as she cleared her throat, looking down at the papers Minjeong was inspecting.

Right, maybe she should rewrite her documents before handing them to Minjeong.

"I— that's my bad." Y/N wrote down the formula again, this time making an effort to ensure it looked more legible.

Minjeong watched in silence, feeling somewhat guilty but also satisfied with Y/N's response.

Was it always this easy to get her flustered?

"Feel like my turtle could write better than you."

Y/N huffed softly at the comment. "Your turtle sounds a lot cooler than me, to be honest." She wore a small but amused smile as she continued fixing her handwriting, making sure Minjeong could understand it.

Minjeong couldn't help but tighten her lips, wondering why Y/N took the jab with such ease.

Was that her gameplay? Pretend to be a loser to attract girls? Minjeong wasn't going to play along.

"He's definitely much cooler than you," she shrugged. "But to be fair, pretty much everyone is."

Y/N hummed, placing the pen down and leaning back in her chair, a smirk appearing on her face. She was a competitive soul. Always had been. It didn't matter what it was; she wanted to win.

This included their current conversation.

"Do you think making me dislike you will mean the tutoring ends earlier?" she smiled, amused, not bothered by what Minjeong had said.

Damn it.

"Not at all," Minjeong replied, unwilling to back down from the silent competition now that she was in it.

She shifted slightly, crossing one leg over the other underneath the table. She wasn’t going to let Y/N have the upper hand. "Making you dislike me is more about me disliking you," she shrugged nonchalantly.

Y/N kept her smile, not really taking Minjeong's words to heart. She hadn't expected Minjeong to be like this—so closed off yet teasing at the same time. It didn't really change her view of the girl; if anything, it intrigued her even more.

"I don't think you dislike me as much as you dislike the exercises on that little page. Get to work."

Minjeong's lips quirked in annoyance as her attempt to elicit a reaction was swiftly ignored and shut down. Y/N didn't have a point. She was wrong. Minjeong definitely hated her more than the goddamn exercises. But she decided not to mention it for now.

She sighed, rolling her eyes as she picked up the pen to get to work.

The rest of the tutoring session flew by surprisingly quickly for Minjeong. It was two uninterrupted hours of nothing but Y/N and calculus. But it was surprisingly tolerable. So much so that Minjeong began showing up kind of on time for the next few sessions. So much so that the tall walls she had put up started crumbling as Y/N continued being her lovable, charming self.

"Come on, you know better," Y/N smiled up at Minjeong. "Organize your calculations; otherwise, you'll get lost." Her voice was low and soft, matching the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the library.

The view outside the window was gorgeous, with autumn coloring the pavements in red and yellow. The air was starting to grow cold, and the familiar, heartwarming scent of winter was beginning to make its presence felt.

Minjeong sat back in her chair, draped in a hoodie and sweatpants. She didn’t have classes that day, so her only obligation was tutoring. Usually, she’d be more grumpy about it, but at that moment, all that bothered her was the fact that Y/N was only wearing baggy jeans and a Real Madrid jersey.

"How are you not cold?" Minjeong asked, her gaze lingering on the jersey.

Y/N was becoming more and more accustomed to Minjeong's random topic changes during their sessions. At first, she did it when she couldn't solve a problem, but eventually, she started doing it when she needed a small break—a distraction from the numbers for a little while.

She looked down at her attire. "I'm good with the cold. Warmth usually bothers me more."

Minjeong grimaced. "Weirdo," she muttered under her breath. "How can it not bother you?" she asked incredulously. "It’s so damn cold I can’t even feel my fingers inside this hoodie."

Y/N smiled, raising an eyebrow at Minjeong. "Isn’t your band name Winter?"

Minjeong couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Y/N knew about her band? She cleared her throat, forcing her curious thoughts aside. Of course Y/N knew about Aespa... everyone at the university did.

But for Y/N to know Minjeong's stage name, she must have done some kind of research, right?

No, probably not. Definitely not.

"That’s because I was born during winter, not because I like it," she replied petulantly.

"Also because you’re all cold and mysterious, no?" Y/N nudged her side softly as a joke.

They usually sat across from each other, but that day, Minjeong had forgotten her textbook at home—again. So, she decided to sit beside Y/N to see her computer screen better.

The smirk slowly disappeared from her face as she sat in silence. Minjeong hated how she found Y/N's jokes somewhat endearing and cute. She hated how Y/N's laugh made her heart skip a beat and how everything Y/N did and said easily derailed her train of thought.

She tried to ignore the small brush of Y/N's skin as the girl nudged her.

"Shut up," Minjeong muttered, looking back down at the paper in front of her.

Y/N’s smile softened as she watched Minjeong work.

God, she wanted her. She really, really wanted her. Everywhere she went, she thought about her—about how monotonous life had been until now. She hadn’t even realized it. Before, she couldn’t have cared less if the world ended. Now, she told herself she’d hold on to every single day if it meant getting to spend an additional moment with Minjeong. She used to feel exhausted, but now, just the thought of seeing Minjeong gave her the energy to run up every hill in the country.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" Minjeong asked, her voice laced with slight annoyance as she noticed Y/N staring at her. She shifted in her seat, turning to look back at Y/N. Her hoodie sleeve slipped from her hands, exposing her fingers.

Cold.

Her fingers had gotten cold again.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, her cheeks flushed, realizing she had been caught staring. She quickly looked away and cleared her throat. "Sorry... here." She reached for her jacket, discarded on the back of her chair, and handed it to Minjeong.

The blonde girl shook her head, eyes wide in surprise. "What’s that for? There’s no need—"

Y/N interrupted her. "You won’t be able to concentrate on the exercises if you’re cold. Just take it."

Minjeong shut her mouth, her lips pressing into a thin line.

And there it was again, the warmth. She tried to convince herself that the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the soft pink tint on her cheeks were due to her body warming up, not because of Y/N’s sweet and kind gesture. Silently, she took the jacket from Y/N and slipped it on, wrapping it around her frame.

"So... you like corrupt teams?" she attempted to change the subject, hoping Y/N hadn’t noticed her flustered state.

Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion before remembering the jersey and rolling her eyes. "I like the best."

"Yeah, yeah, you’ve had six penalties in seven games. That’s the best at being the worst." Minjeong shot back, inwardly loving the way Y/N’s mouth fell open in indignation.

"What are you? A Barca fan?"

"Better than being a Madrid fan." Minjeong grinned victoriously as she watched Y/N's face twist in annoyance.

Minjeong had never been a huge football fan; in fact, she preferred basketball. But annoying Y/N about it was just too tempting to resist.

"Sure, whatever you say." Despite her words, Y/N's finger unconsciously drifted to the club's emblem on her chest.

Minjeong's eyes followed the movement, noticing how Y/N's long, slender finger brushed the fabric. She quickly tore her gaze away, looking back down at the problems in front of her. Her attention span wasn’t at its best that day—or on any day she had to coexist alongside Y/N.

"Minjeong?"

She hummed, tilting her head to look at her. "Yeah?"

Y/N held her gaze for a few seconds, an amused smile rising to her face as she shook her head. "I asked if you’re ready to get back to work."

Minjeong’s eyes widened slightly, realizing the way Y/N was looking at her.

What an idiot... God, how embarrassing.

She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly in her seat and refocusing on the papers. Yeah, no. She wasn’t ready. Turning in her chair again, she faced Y/N with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you never ask me about my life?"

Y/N blinked at the question. Had she even heard that right?

Fiddling with her pen, she met Minjeong's impassive expression. "Would you like me to ask you about your life?"

"I—"

Minjeong didn’t know how to reply.

Part of her wanted to say no, to maintain the facade of an uninterested girl who didn’t care and didn’t want to be there. The other part, the one she wanted to ignore, desperately longed to answer yes and reveal the parts of herself she kept hidden from everyone else.

"I didn’t ask if you wanted to," she replied with a shrug, avoiding the answer. "I was just wondering why you never ask. Aren’t you curious?"

Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond. Minjeong always had this push-and-pull dynamic, saying one thing but meaning another. Y/N had been getting better at reading between the lines, but it was still a work in progress.

"Why didn’t you become a soldier like you always said you would?"

The question caught Minjeong by surprise, her eyebrows shooting up in genuine shock.

"How—" She paused, furrowing her brow as she remembered. Right. They went to high school together. Back then, Minjeong always told everyone she was planning on becoming a soldier, like everyone else in her family.

The truth was, her family didn’t particularly support her decision. Her father, in particular, was still bitter about it. Minjeong hadn’t talked to him in a while.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at Y/N's calm and expectant face. "Why do you remember that? It was ages ago."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, deciding not to mention that she had never forgotten many things about Minjeong—small details like her favorite color being ivory, her favorite season being fall, and even her favorite animal, movies, and songs.

"Your goal was quite unique and memorable," she shrugged. "Not every day you meet a future soldier."

Minjeong reminded herself that she was the one who instigated this conversation. She gulped, looking down at her hands. "I won a composition competition in the summer, and the first prize was a full scholarship here at SM. I didn’t think I’d accept it, but then I met Jimin. When she told me she was coming here, I figured I could go for it too. I wanted to follow what I liked instead of what was expected of me, you know?"

Y/N nodded, understanding. She knew Minjeong was a musical genius, so the story made sense. Minjeong had wished to follow in her family's footsteps, but her passion ultimately spoke louder.

"That's very admirable of you."

Y/N's genuine admiration seeped through her voice, leaving Minjeong feeling slightly vulnerable. No one had ever described her decision as admirable. Her family, especially her father, had seen it as a betrayal, and even her friends had expressed surprise, if not outright doubt, about her choice.

Minjeong decided to scoff playfully. "Says the student council president slash honor student slash tutor slash n°1 playgirl."

Y/N's mouth fell open, slightly horrified at the "playgirl" label. She was many things, yes, but a playgirl?

"N°1 playgirl?" She fought the urge to laugh. Y/N had maybe kissed two or three people in her entire life, all of whom she had dated seriously. Sure, maybe one or two of them had reminded her a little too much of Minjeong... but still.

"Don't play dumb." Minjeong rolled her eyes, raising a knowing eyebrow. "You're a magnet for girls and boys." Her expression seemed nonchalant, but something in her eyes held a bitterness that cut deeper. She quickly looked away, focusing back on the exercise sheets.

Y/N watched her with surprise. Funny, she thought the same thing about Minjeong—not that she was a playgirl, but that she attracted literally everyone. Especially during the university parties where Aespa had their shows. Y/N knew for a fact that Minjeong caught everyone's attention when she played her electric guitar on stage.

"Minjeong-ahhh." Y/N called softly, poking the girl’s side to get her attention. She poured all her honesty into her next words. "I'm not a playgirl."

Minjeong’s heartbeat quickened as Y/N’s soft hand pressed against her side. She tried to look annoyed, shifting in her seat and giving Y/N a small glare, but when she met the genuine emotions behind those pretty eyes, her resolve crumbled.

"You're not?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm not, I promise." She chuckled lightly. "If anything, I'm the opposite of that."

Minjeong's face betrayed her disbelief as she regarded Y/N skeptically. "As in what? A nun?" She deadpanned, an amused smile rising to her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed despite the smile on her face. She poked Minjeong's side again. "Don't be a brat."

"Shut up." Minjeong mumbled, feeling the soft pokes on her side again. Her stomach fluttered at the action.

She moved a hand to swat Y/N's away, attempting to maintain her poker face and not let the girl see how much she was affecting her. But the truth was, Y/N's honest confession had struck a chord in Minjeong. There was something about the way her eyes lit up with confidence and honesty that made Minjeong want to trust her—to give in. Minjeong had seen Y/N with girls around the university, sure, but maybe those were just friends or people from the student council board. Maybe Y/N wasn't as bad as her friends said.

"You're incredibly annoying, you know that?" Y/N asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

She reached out to poke Minjeong again, but Minjeong swiftly grabbed her hand.

"If I annoy you, then I'm doing my job correctly," Minjeong replied with a smirk and an arched eyebrow, holding Y/N's offending hand in a tight grip. She tugged at the wrist, pulling Y/N closer. The action felt like a small victory.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, eyeing the girl in front of her, the smirk still firmly on her lips.

Y/N felt flustered by the sudden closeness, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. "Ask me anything."

Minjeong paused for a few seconds, studying Y/N as she took a few deep breaths to compose herself.

"Are you in a relationship?" she bluntly asked, tilting her head and refusing to avert her gaze.

Y/N looked as surprised by the question as Minjeong felt. The blonde hadn’t expected the words to come out of her own mouth.

She cleared her throat, her ears reddening, but she didn’t look away for a second. "No. What about you?" The simple thought of Minjeong being with someone squeezed her chest annoyingly tight.

Minjeong shook her head, her heartbeat quickening as she realized she was just a tad too close to Y/N, their faces mere inches apart. She held her gaze firm, the determined expression never leaving her face.

"So you’re not seeing anyone right now?" she asked, her grip tightening around Y/N's wrist, fingers digging into the skin.

Minjeong's eyes drifted from Y/N's eyes to her lips. It would be so easy to just lean in and connect their mouths...

Y/N felt her heart racing even more as she noticed Minjeong's gaze. She fought back the urge to lick her lips before responding.

"I'm—"

She was cut off by a soft noise.

Both girls snapped out of their shared bubble and looked down at the desk, where Y/N's alarm was vibrating against the table, silent in the library but loud enough to catch their attention.

It was the end of their session.

Y/N cleared her throat and looked away, cursing the entire universe inside her head. The one time she was starting to connect with Minjeong. The ONE time.

Minjeong’s heartbeat slowed, replaced by a mist of disappointment that filled her chest. She had been too close to what she wanted. And of course, there had to be something to ruin it all. She swallowed down the bitter feeling and quickly untangled her fingers from Y/N’s wrist, leaning back in her chair. 

She didn’t make eye contact as she spoke. “Finally,” she forced out.

“Finally?” Y/N chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she started gathering her belongings. “It wasn’t that bad, we spent half the session talking.”

The sight of Y/N’s amused expression was almost too much for Minjeong. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep a neutral look on her face.

“Half?” Minjeong deadpanned, moving to pack her things as well. “More like 90%. I should ask for a refund.”

Y/N snorted quietly, mindful of the noise they made as they pushed their chairs back and stood to leave. “A refund for your free tutoring?”

Minjeong nudged her lightly, holding the door open. “Time is money. You should know that, Miss President.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile still tugging at her lips as she walked out of the library, Minjeong by her side. “And how much is your time worth, hmm?”

Minjeong pursed her lips and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, pretending to think of an answer.

Hold on.

This wasn’t her jacket.

“Shit,” she muttered, stopping in her tracks and shrugging off her backpack to return Y/N’s jacket. Night had fallen, and it was even colder now. Y/N stood outside in just her t-shirt jersey. “Here.”

“It’s fine, Minjeong-ah,” Y/N quickly dismissed, waving her off. “I can tell you’re still cold. Just keep it and give it back to me tomorrow.” She placed a hand on Minjeong’s shoulder to stop her from insisting.

Minjeong froze.

The moment Y/N touched her shoulder, her brain short-circuited. She snapped out of it quickly, though, forcing her expression back to its usual neutral look as she shoved the jacket into Y/N’s arms. “I’m not an idiot. I’m not gonna let you freeze out here because of me.”

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, praying Y/N wouldn’t notice how much the small gesture had affected her.

“I’m not freezing,” Y/N insisted, smiling easily. “My car’s right around the corner. I’ll be fine. Just keep it.” She handed Minjeong her bag back and continued walking.

Minjeong cursed under her breath as she threw the backpack over her shoulder and quickly caught up. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Y/N teased, clearly amused. “Always complaining.”

Before Minjeong could fire back, Y/N spoke up again, “Are you walking home?”

"Are you asking just to annoy me, or are you offering me a ride?" Minjeong replied, raising an eyebrow, trying to slow down her racing heartbeat. "Also, I live in the dorms. Housing is impossible in Seoul." The last thing she needed was to reveal how the thought of Y/N driving her home made her heart flutter and butterflies swarm in her stomach.

"You're very talkative today, you know that?" Y/N naturally led the way down the sidewalk to the parking lot.

She had gotten lucky with a parking spot right by the library entrance. After unlocking her white Mustang, she tossed her backpack onto the back seat and opened the door for Minjeong.

Minjeong hesitated at the door of Y/N’s Mustang, her pulse quickening at the unexpected invitation. Glancing up at Y/N, who wore her familiar easy smile, she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Spending time together at the library was one thing, but this felt different—a good kind of different.

"I just like to rile you up," Minjeong stated, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt. She glanced at the car’s interior with mild interest.

"Nice car," she added, her voice revealing more intrigue than she intended. She was a sucker for fast cars. "Since when are you rich?"

Y/N shook her head with a lighthearted chuckle, settling into the driver’s seat and turning on the car. The hum of the engine and the warmth of the heater filled the space as she noticed Minjeong still had her hands tucked inside the jacket pockets. Y/N eased the Mustang out of the spot.

"I'm not," Y/N responded casually.

Minjeong hummed, sinking into the comfortable seat, her eyes tracing the lines of Y/N’s profile.

"Did you save up all of your tutoring money for it then?" she teased with a smirk, the butterflies calming down as the conversation fell back into their familiar banter.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. "Tutoring is voluntary, honey. I don't get paid for it."

"Voluntary?" Minjeong couldn’t hide her surprise. "Then why the hell do you do it?"

The question came out before her brain could even process it, her attention momentarily distracted by the way the nickname honey made her stomach flutter.

"It's a good way to meet new fuck buddies."

Minjeong’s ears turned a slight shade of pink at Y/N’s crude remark. "Of course—I mean, you help people and then use them to satisfy your own needs. Makes sense! Just let me off, I’ll walk home," she spluttered, waving her hands dismissively.

Y/N chuckled, her eyes widening slightly at Minjeong's overreaction. "Relax, Minjeong-ah, I was joking." She smoothly shifted gears, turning onto one of Seoul's main roads. The late hour meant traffic had died down, allowing her to ease back into her seat, holding the steering wheel lightly with one hand resting on her lap. "Tutoring helps me keep up with my studies. You can only explain something to someone else when you know it very well yourself."

Minjeong scoffed, realizing she’d fallen for the cheap trick. She tried to suppress her embarrassment, her expression softening as she focused on Y/N’s words rather than how good she looked behind the wheel.

"Makes sense, I guess..." she mumbled, her tone more serious. "Still, it must be exhausting."

Minjeong knew Y/N led a hectic life. High scores in every class, president of the student council, a teacher assistant, and daily tutoring sessions. On top of that, she was incredibly attractive and owned a nice car. There had to be something wrong with her. Minjeong had convinced herself Y/N was a playgirl earlier, but the genuine way Y/N had denied it left her questioning everything.

Minjeong sighed. She was so screwed.

"It keeps me busy," Y/N shrugged, her tone softening. "Which is good."

"You’re not scared of burning out, Miss President?" Minjeong teased, though her concern was genuine. She couldn’t figure out why, but the idea of Y/N collapsing under the weight of all her responsibilities made her chest tighten.

Y/N stopped at a red light, turning to meet Minjeong’s gaze. The blonde was the first person outside her close friends who had ever shown real concern about her well-being.

"I only have two years left. I’ll be fine," Y/N replied, her voice resolute. She had to manage everything—she didn’t have another choice.

Minjeong’s heart melted under Y/N’s intense eyes, that familiar look that made her feel exposed, like Y/N could read her every thought. It was the same every time they met—warmth, butterflies, the addicting pull toward this girl that Minjeong wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.

"How about this..." Minjeong cleared her throat. "Every time you feel like things are getting too much, you call me, and we’ll just chill and do nothing together."

Y/N’s heart flipped at the suggestion. The sight of Minjeong’s sincere gaze made it even harder to say no. She wanted to protest, to say there was no way she had time to relax. But then, the irrational part of her brain whispered that she would do anything for a few more moments in Minjeong’s company.

"Fine," Y/N agreed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But only if you do the same. I know you're always busy with your band and everything."

Minjeong almost sighed in relief at Y/N’s agreement. Something inside her knew this was a better solution than watching Y/N push herself until her limit.

"Got it." Minjeong nodded, her lips curving into a smile as she turned to look out the window. The passing streetlights reminded her how close they were to the dorms. She wanted to spend more time with Y/N but had to accept that they were arriving.

It only took a minute for Y/N to pull up to the SM dorms and put her car in park. 

"Here you go," She said, turning to Minjeong with a self-satisfied smile. "Safe and sound."

Minjeong rolled her eyes in amusement as she reached to undo her seatbelt. "I would've made it on my own, you know, Mustang or not."

She made no move to leave the car, though. A part of her wanted to stay in there—in the warmth of Y/N's presence—for just a little longer. "Thanks for the ride, though."

"It was nothing." Y/N pursed her lips, teasingly adding, "You can pay me back by finishing those exercises you skipped today."

Minjeong let out a soft laugh, "Of course the President had an ulterior motive all along," she mumbled, amusement dancing in her eyes as she reached for the door handle.

"Your exam is next week! My ulterior motives are your lifeline."

Minjeong knew Y/N was right, of course, but she'd never let her have the satisfaction of winning. "Yeah, yeah... can’t believe I thought you were just being nice."

Y/N’s mouth fell open in mock indignation, her brain preparing a defense speech. Before she could say a word, Minjeong suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick, light kiss to her cheek.

"I’ll see you tomorrow, Pres."

Y/N didn’t even have time to process what had just happened before Minjeong opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car.

"I—goodbye!" Y/N called out, watching Minjeong wave as she walked up to the dorms and disappeared inside.

When the door finally closed, Y/N slumped back into her seat, releasing a ragged breath. She hadn’t imagined that, had she?

A few minutes passed as she tried to regain her composure, but the feeling of Minjeong’s soft lips on her cheek lingered, leaving her unable to get the girl out of her head. She felt like her entire body could catch on fire right then and there. 

Her phone suddenly buzzed with a new notification, snapping her back to reality. She glanced at the screen and read the text.

‘Are you going to stay out there the whole night?’

"Shit." 

Y/N quickly drove off, mind filled with one thought and one thought only.

Kim Minjeong had kissed her. 

:::

The rest of the week flew by with them meeting up almost every day. Minjeong’s exam was important, so Y/N rearranged her schedule to make more time for additional tutoring sessions. .

Their dynamic grew... heated.

Lingering gazes, light touches, and soft kisses on each other’s cheeks became a regular occurrence. Minjeong was especially flirty whenever she grew tired of math, and Y/N found herself too weak—or maybe too intrigued—to shut down her advances.

Eventually, the dreaded day arrived, and a nervous Minjeong found herself breezing through the exam. Seriously, she knew everything. Y/N had grilled all the exercises into her mind so thoroughly that Minjeong barely even had to read the questions anymore. Just one glance at the exercise, and she knew exactly what they wanted from her.

Naturally, two weeks later, when she received an 88% on the exam, she felt like she could burst with happiness. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she made her way to the cafeteria, searching eagerly for the student council president.

She approached their usual table, wondering if Y/N was there, when she overheard her name coming from the mouths of Niki and Yeonjun.

"Is our bet still going on?" Niki asked, raising an eyebrow. His lack of sleep and complete disinterest in his surroundings blinded him to Minjeong standing close by behind Yeonjun.

"Are you kidding me?" Yeonjun scoffed. "I saw Minjeong kiss Y/N’s cheek at the library last week. Our girl is definitely gonna bag her, no doubt about it."

"Yeah, well, the two-week delay is gone. Should we prolong it?"

Minjeong's fight-or-flight instinct kicked in immediately. She backed away, her mind racing.

No.

No.

There was no way Y/N had managed to trick her. Minjeong was smart. She had a head start because she knew what Y/N was like.  

…and yet she had still fallen for it?

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of anger and sadness bubbling up inside her.

Minjeong rushed to an empty bathroom stall and locked herself in, her breaths coming out ragged as she sat down.

How could she have been so naive?

She had seen this kind of thing happen before. She knew what Y/N was like. She was a fucking dumbass- that's what she was. 

So why was she crying? Why did it hurt so badly? Why did she suddenly feel so disgusted with herself, knowing that Y/N had made a bet on her?

Minjeong lost all sense of time. She had no idea how long she had stayed inside that bathroom stall. All she knew was that her phone eventually buzzed and she reached for it with a sniffle, eyes welling up again as she saw the name on the screen.

President💋: So........??? Don’t leave me hanging, Min! How did the exam go?

Her chest clenched at the sight of the name. This girl... This girl had the audacity to play with her feelings like this... for what? 

Minjeong's stomach twisted, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. Her hands trembled as she wiped them away, pressing the call button. The phone rang for a few seconds before Y/N’s voice came through.

"Sorry for taking so long to answer, I was in the middle of a meeting." Y/N's voice was just as sweet and warm as always. She was good—disgustingly good. "How did it go, honey?"

Minjeong forced a smile, knowing Y/N would be able to sense her tone. "Hey, pres! Guess who got an 88?"

Y/N gasped on the other end, excitement spilling into a ramble that Minjeong couldn't even follow.

"Come to my show tomorrow night," Minjeong interrupted, her voice steady despite the chaos inside her, "I want to personally thank you for your help."

If Y/N wanted to play with her, then Minjeong would play her back.

[soonyoungs]

[12:29 am] - cheol

“slow down,” he’s practically begging you “please, sl-slow down or i’m going to bust” his head is thrown back against the headboard. with newfound determination you manage to grind yourself down harder on his hips, pushing him deeper inside. “babe,” he tries warning in a stern voice “i’m serious”. 

a small sigh leaves your lips as you pout, lifting the shirt that is covering where the two of you are connected. bringing your hips to a deep, slow grind you whine. “but baby,” you lull your head to the side, your eyes glazed over in a pleasure filled haze “your cock feels so good”. your head rolls back as you close your eyes and speed up your pace again, while reaching down passed your tummy to give your clit the attention it needed. you let out a loud, straggled groan at the added stimulation. small huffs of seungcheol’s name and strings of cursing fly from your mouth. seungcheol is in awe watching you; he’s never seen you this desperate for pleasure before and he’s becoming addicted to it.

seungcheol is quick to action when you pick up the pace, tightening his grip on your thighs, sticky from the mess you’re making on his lap. as his grip tightens seungcheol forces you to stop all your movements. just when you’re about to protest he braces his feet to the mattress and brings your hips up, lifting you from him, then drops you down as he thrusts up into you, fucking you from below. 

a loud moan leaves your chest as you throw your head back, holding on to his arms, leaving marks as you steady yourself. “‘m gonna cum soon,” seungcheol warns as he sits up straighter and tangles a hand in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. he leans forward enough to leave wet kisses on your pulse points as he drills into you.  

seungcheol is breathing against your neck when you feel yourself begin to let go, “cumming, seungcheol” you pant as he begins to fuck you harder. you’re so desperate for release you can hear his movements within you as much as you feel them, which turns you on even more. before you know it you’re reciting “i’m cumming” as if it were a mantra as you squeeze around seungcheol. you’re gripping his head to steady yourself, actively pushing him deeper into your neck.

“fuck,” seungcheol grunts as your high washes over you and you tighten around his cock. he’s leaving soothing kisses on your neck as your grip on him loosens. seungcheol manages to bring his forehead to yours leaving open mouthed kisses on your lips while you continue to moan out his name. your hips are still grinding down on his lap as you ride out your high and hope that seungcheol is close to his. “almost there baby,” he whispers against your lips “so good for me, angel. just like that, keep moving just like that, you feel so fucking good.” a few more rolls of your hips and mentions of how good he feels and how big he is and he’s a goner. seungcheol’s hips falter as his pace becomes uneven and he’s digging his fingers into your hips to keep you steady. he’s thrown his head back against the headboard again as he cums inside of you, filling you to the brim.

you sit on his lap and wiggle your hips as he comes down, teasing him slightly, only stopping when he says your name in a soft warning. “fine,” you pout “you’re so mean to me… never let me have any fun.” you pretend to be mad, crossing your arms over your chest, huffing it out, jutting your chin and turning your head away from him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

seungcheol sighs, dragging his hand over his face before rubbing his temples to calm himself down before questioning you, “then what was all of this?”

[andysorbit]

@brownsugarbaybee 🤭

[imagesbywayv]

your works make me feel feelings🤭 could you do pls soft dom kun with 1, 17 and 25?🧎🏻‍♀️

kun + “let me see those eyes” + “hands behind your back” + “does that feel good?”

w/c: 713

a/n: addendum to my requests being closed. they are always open for soft dom kun <3 my favourite animal is me writing kun smut etc

tags: afab female reader, soft dom kun, masturbation, unprotected pinv, doggy style, hair pulling

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“it’s not that I don’t want to touch you, sweetheart,” kun croons from the other side of the bed, eyes trained on the fingers working in and out of your cunt, “you just haven’t earned it yet.”

the look he gives you is almost apologetic as he shifts his gaze to your face. almost. impervious to your whimpering, he just tilts his head to the side as you beg to be touched, anywhere, even just a little.

and yet you get your hopes up when he moves toward you. your fingers slow to a stop, breath caught in your throat, as he lays down next to you, brushes your hair off your forehead.

“let me see those eyes,” he mutters, his gaze so steady you feel like he can see inside you. search his gaze for any indication of his intentions, but all you find behind his dark eyes is a hint of irritation.

“i didn’t say you could stop.” he raises an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on you. he closes them to sigh, a soft smile dispelling his impatient look. “you’re that tired, angel? you need me to take over?”

“please,” you manage, though your mind is singing finally finally finally. “anything you want, please.”

“how can i say no to that?” he chuckles and slides off his boxers, groaning lightly as the fabric brushes against the tip of his erection. you forget sometimes just how much he likes watching you. you remember, now.

“lay on your stomach for me, sweetheart.” he keeps his smile, brushing his thumb against your chin. “hands behind your back.”

he softens the command with a peck to your cheek, but an order is still very much an order. you roll over, clasp your hands behind your back as he positions your hips. (302)

kun traps your wrists together in one hand and spreads you with the other. the silence of the moment is broken only by the lewd squelching of your pussy as he teases you with his tip, coating his length in your juices.

“you did good, angel. now let me take care of you.” his approving hum turns into a low, shaky groan as he eases into you. with your face pressed against the pillow, you only have sound and sensation to focus on. the sound of his breathy moans as he ruts into you, the sensation of his thick cock filling you up, a sensation your fingers could never hope to replicate.

“fuck-” he tangles his fingers in your hair, pulls your head from the pillow so you can respond, “does that feel good? answer me, now. use your words.”

“ah, good, so good,” you cry out between whimpers, “thank you, kun, thank you.”

“good girl,” he growls, “so grateful for my cock, letting me fuck you like this, pussy feels so fucking good around me.”

your body responds to his praises with more aching pressure, wild desire, “mm- harder, kun, need to cum, ah-”

“yeah?” he draws his hips back and picks up the pace, harder, faster, the force of his thrusts driving the fist in your hair back. the pain turns your whimpers into desperate cries of ecstasy, numb to everything but his pulling at your hair, his cock throbbing between your walls.

“wanna-” you choke out, “wanna cum with you, want you to cum inside me, please-”

“cum-” he barely gets the word out before he releases, cock twitching and stiffening as he floods you with his cum, “cum for me, fuck-” he holds steady inside you as you climax, clenching around him, white-hot pleasure overtaking your vision. he releases his grip on your hair and lowers you down to the pillow, stroking and soothing your scalp as you both come down.

once you’ve settled, he gently slides out of you, grabs the towel he set aside to help you clean up. “fuck,” he laughs as you roll over to face him, revealing the damp spots on the sheets, “we made quite a mess, you wanna jump in the shower?”

“if you’ll join me?” you reach a hand up to his face, motion for him to lay next to you.

“needy little thing, hm?” he keeps laughing and kisses your cheek, “of course.”

[tyongf-nct]

johnny x reader - smut (1.2 k)

the original ask: can i request johnny beings so fed up getting teased by the reader then he fucked her in front of all the members pls 🥺 ?

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ok so this is OLD and has been sitting in my drafts forever bc i actually wrote the whole thing and then lost all of my work. to the anon that sent that request forever ago i hope you see this 😪

dynamic: johnny x female reader with all 127 members watching

warnings/tags: smut, johnny fucking reader in front of all members, other members get themselves off while they watch, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgy vibes but not really?, dirty filthy smut i’m sorry i wrote this

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[kissoulie]

kyo bday sex..... especially after they won😵😵 it would be so passionate and he would make so much noise 😵😵😵😵😵

my askbox is closed but it's for the birthday boy so 🤍 we make exceptions! i wanted to so badly to give him a daddy kink but not everyone is into that so 😭

keeho's dorm room is a symphony of his moans and your cries, "fuck, i need to move out so we can do this more often."

your response is some babbled nonsense he doesn't quite catch between whimpers and the sounds of your lovemaking. "we could move in together, baby. have a little place all to ourselves- jesus"

his eyes squeeze shut, hips pressed flush against your own. this was much better than going to dinner with his members. mentally, he was praising you for your quick thinking of a ruined surprise. if only they knew that ruined surprise was you.

"only makes sense i- fuck, move out." his hands squeeze your own, eyes leveled with your fucked out face, "you still in there, princess?"

"yes- yes sir," you moan. it's not often you get to feel him this ravenous. only after wins, or after he's been on tour.

"good."

with that, he's moving once more. his pace is hurried, but with every thrust you feel yourself getting lighter.

"best birthday gift a man could ask for," he grunts, hand traveling down to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, "jesus fuck-"

"'m so proud of you kyo," your words have his hips slowing, eyes blown wide with lust. "so so proud."

"i love you so much, baby, so so much," he pushes into you deeper than ever, "was looking for you in the crowd- all night, knew you would come for me, you're such a good-"

"kyo, close," you whine, pressing little kisses along his jaw. his hips pick up with renewed vigor, pressing right into that little spot that always makes you shake.

"c'mon baby, just a little more," he whines with you. his eyes roll back, lip caught between his teeth.

"inside- please, please, inside,"

"god, yes, of course-"

for a moment it feels like you're underwater. your head rushes, eyes fluttering closed. your whole body shakes.

and then there's your boyfriend. keeho's pressed into you so far he can almost feel your cervix resisting him. his mind is swimming. all he can feel is you squeezing around him, and his heart hammering away in his chest. this is everything he's ever wanted.

"fuck, i love you so much."

[hencheri]

18+ minors dni.

pairing: kun x fem!reader (ft. ten)

warnings: noncon, manipulation, explicit sexual content, brief physical abuse.

wc: 1.1k

inspired by this story from @riizeblr ! the og idea is so good — cr. to her <3 (hope the tag is okay!)

Kun just can’t stop. Well, that’s what he convinces himself. That your little cunt is simply too tight for him to stop fucking it. Too warm and wet. 

He would have preferred if Ten wasn’t there, too, but he guesses he couldn’t do this without him. He’s the only one who understands him. Or, at least, who wouldn’t judge him for having normal desires. 

That’s how he felt when he saw you in the hotel lobby. He felt desire, a strong want to have you in some way. 

You were speaking to the receptionist, probably booking a room. You had spoken in English, and when he heard that, he somewhat felt a little disappointed. Yes, he can understand a little English, but he struggles a lot. 

How could he have you if he can’t communicate with you?

With Ten’s help that he so generously offered, seeing his friend’s expression when looking at you. It was blatantly obvious that he was attracted to you and wanted to do something about it. 

That’s how you ended up here, on the floor of their hotel room with Kun’s body between your legs.

Ten’s easy going, so friendly and charming. He only needed to smile at you and use kind words to lure you in while Kun stood beside, unable to control his staring. 

So naive, he thought as you followed Ten inside, but it worked in his favour. He definitely owes his friend after that one. 

Kun reaches down to kiss you, forcing your mouth open and exploring it with his tongue, muffling your noises at the same time. You squirm underneath him, trying to thrash your arms away, but Kun holds them down firmly on each side of your head. He pays it no mind. He’s been anticipating this moment since he’s laid eyes on you.

As he pulls away, your lips all swollen and glossy, Ten chuckles, prompted on the bed that you’re laying in front of. He laughs lightly, like it’s really funny to see one of his closest friends use a poor foreigner girl for his own pleasure. 

You cry, still trying to pull on your wrists, glancing at Ten, eyes clearly fearful and desperate. He smiles in a way that seems innocent , but you know better than to trust this man, now. His intentions are just purely evil. 

Kun then mumbles something incomprehensible to you, his face really close to yours, slowly thrusting his cock into you. 

“He wants you to look at him,” Ten explains, raising his eyebrows to encourage you to do just that. 

You sob, reluctantly turning your head, meeting the eyes of the man who’s forcing his cock between your walls without any remorse. 

His floppy bangs brushes your face, making you frown at the ticklish feeling. His mouth is fully open, letting out heavy breaths that directly hit you in the face. You quietly whimper, holding eye-contact because that’s what he wants you to do. 

You keep clenching around him, and Kun just can’t get enough. Voluntarily or not, he loves feeling you tightening around his girth, makes him believe you want this as much as he does. What a pretty little thing you are. 

Kun says something else, his voice rumbling through your ear, and you know he addresses you, talks to you, but Ten has to translate for him in order for you to understand, to do what he wishes. 

Ten chuckles again, registering Kun’s words before translating them in English for you. “Call him gege,” he instructs. 

That’s what makes you break eye-contact with Kun to his dismay, glancing at Ten in utter confusion. You shake your head as a no, and that upsets him. 

Ten reaches your face and slaps you, which inevitably makes your head turn to the side, a cry escaping your lips. It wasn’t as hard as you anticipated it to be, but it was sharp. Enough to make you scrunch your eyes shut. 

The thrusts have suddenly stopped and when you open your eyes back, Kun shoots a glare at Ten, clearly not appreciating what he just did. 

“What? You want her to do what you want or not?” He questions his friend. “I’m just motivating her, that’s all,” Ten groans, defending his actions. 

“Don’t-” Kun begins, searching for his words, “touch her.”

Ten only rolls his eyes, “whatever.” He looks back at you, now seeming more annoyed than playful. “Come on; gege, it isn’t difficult.”

You hate him. You hate the two of them.

As you face Kun, he gradually goes back to his pace, continuing to fuck your pussy, lewd, squelching noises echoing in the room. His hold around your wrists seems to tighten, moving your hands higher above your head as he moves his hips back and forth. 

You swallow down the uncomfortable lump in your throat, blinking to try to clear your view that has been obstructed by the flow of your tears. “Gege,” you finally say in a low tone, cheeks burning hot from the humiliation that you feel. 

A high-pitched moan slips past your lips when he pounds into you with more force, biting down on your lip to suppress the accidental sounds you make. 

You pronounce it with a slight accent, but Kun doesn’t mind. It sounds pretty good, in his opinion. It sounds right. Sounds how he likes it.

He murmurs a praise he knows you don’t understand, but Ten is quick to translate. 

“He said you’re a good girl,” Ten smirks. 

This time, you don’t look away from Kun. You just take it. Endure it. 

It doesn’t take long until he steadies his hips and you soon feel him filling you up, releasing himself inside of you. He thrusts two or three times before your cunt milks him totally dry, pulling out of you with a satisfied groan. 

For the only genuine kindness that he has, he pulls your underwear back up and covers your pussy. You don’t say a word, you just follow his rhythm, getting up on your feet. 

You feel lightheaded, your legs a bit wobbly. It’s like there’s a gaping hole between your legs and you can’t ignore it, nor will you be able to in the next few hours. 

Kun and Ten bring you to the door, Kun’s hand grasping your bicep to prevent you from tripping over. He opens the door, but Ten holds you back for a second.

“Wish I had laid eyes on you first if I knew it was that easy to have you,” he whispers beside your ear, a playful smile drawn on his face. 

Kun watches, a little irritated he doesn’t catch on what Ten said to you, but he can conclude it’s nothing sweet by the way your eyes widden. 

You quickly leave their hotel room, not once looking behind and Ten closes the door. 

It doesn’t matter anymore. He got what he wanted, and that’s it.