♡ genre: established relationship, polyam, smut [18+]
♡ summary: when your boyfriends are away, they still make time for you to play
♡ wc: 752
♡ warnings: phone/video sex, lingerie, use of sex toy, pet names (baby, love), masturbation (f. and m.), handjobs, cum eating
♡ date: October 25, 2023
“Spread your legs, baby,” Hoseok demands as he leans back in his chair.
“Yeah, open up. Don’t be shy, baby,” Seokjin encourages from beside him in his chair.
You’re bashful, nodding as you scoot back, spreading your legs for your boyfriends. You hated when they had to travel for work, but they made time for you every night you were away, and tonight, you’re riled up beyond belief. You knew it was the actions of your boys, perhaps Hoseok’s.
“So beautiful,” Seokjin states, looking you in the eyes. You thank him, running your hand over your chest. He follows your hand with his eyes, admiring the lace lingerie he had picked out for you and had delivered just for tonight.
Hoseok looks down at his phone, smirking when he sits a button on the screen, and you jolt.
“Fuck, baby,” you groan as the toy you had vibrates inside you.
Hoseok chuckles as he watches you writhe. “I think this is the best thing we’ve ever bought.”
Seokjin nods in agreement, palming his hard cock over the thin material of his boxers. He curses as Hoseok instructs you to rub your clit slowly while maintaining eye contact.
“You’ve been such a good girl for us, baby,” Hoseok coos as his eyes darken, his name rolling off your tongue. You arch, legs already trembling.
“That’s it, love. Nice and slow, but don’t cum just yet,” Seokjin commands, licking his lips as he slouches in his chair. He’s stroking his cock now while Hoseok kisses his shoulder. He turns his head to kiss him, smiling smugly when you whine.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you,” Hoseok tells you as he looks back at the screen. He raises the vibrations of the toy and you cry out.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” Seokjin adds, groaning when Hoseok goes back to kissing and sucking on his neck.
“Jin!” you bite your lip, muffling the next moan as he continues to tell you what they plan on doing to you on their return.
“I’m gonna make you sit on my face, dripping onto my tongue,” Hoseok groans as Seokjin wraps his hand around his erection, making his breathing grow labored.
You’re jealous. You wish you could be with them as your orgasm grows near. Seokjin kisses Hoseok’s neck, moaning as they stroke each other.
“I want you both,” you groan as you rub your clit faster, thighs pressed together as the toy continues to vibrate inside you.
“Open up for us, love. Don’t close your legs, we wanna watch when you cum,” Seokjin’s voice is softer, but his hooded gaze makes you whine in response.
“Want you to fuck me?” you admit with another whine. Your eyes flutter shut as you curse, your body quivering with pleasure. “I want to cream all over your cock. I want you to dig your fingers into my hips while I ride you. I want your fat cock to make me cum again and again.”
“Fuck, baby,” Seokjin curses, wetting his lips as he falls back in his chair. Hoseok groans, biting his lip. You turn to him and cry out his name as pleasure wracks your body.
“I want you too, Hobi. Want your cock stuffed down my throat, want to choke on it until you stuff my mouth with cum,” you say as you groan, biting back a moan.
“Fuck,” Hoseok curses. His eyes remain locked on yours as he watches you cum for him and he follows soon after, cumming all over Seokjin’s hand.
“Shit,” Seokjin chuckles. “You made a mess.”
Seokjin brings his hand to his lips and licks it. You moan again, watching as Seokjin strokes his cock a few more times and cums.
Hoseok stops the vibrator and you thank him as you try to sit up on your trembling legs. The men laugh, apologizing half-heartedly.
“We miss you,” Seokjin says as Hoseok nods, eyes sleepily staring at the screen. You pout at your sleepy boyfriend, wishing you could cuddle them both.
“We’ll be home tomorrow afternoon,” Hoseok assures you as he snuggles into Seokjin.
“Then we won’t have to travel for the rest of the year,” Seokjin adds with a soft smile that makes you tear up.
“Promise?”
“We promise,” they say in unison.
The three of you talk for a few more minutes before logging off. You clean up and go to bed by yourself, your hand reaching out on either side of you. Tomorrow your loves will be home.
Warnings: General spookiness/horror, Mentions of Injury/Bodily Harm, MC can see spirits/demons/unsettling things. More to come!
Notes: SO! The Shadow Play series is being rewritten. I’m reworking each chapter to fit a new sort of pacing, but the general story will remain the same for the most part. I hope you all enjoy! Also! Some spookiness for October heh.
This is the 1st instalment of the Shadow Play Series! Find the Masterlist here!
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Staring up at the enormous apartment building, you already feel unbelievably uneasy. It’s 7PM, the sun is starting to slowly set over the horizon, casting shadows over the architecture around you. Shaking your head a bit, you try and clear your mind, adjusting the large backpack you brought and making your way through the front entrance to the center desk. There’s a man there, security you’re guessing, so you stop and confirm with him first. You try to ignore the nametag which proudly states ‘Dick’. Glancing down at your phone, you read the info the frantic men had sent you.
“Uh, excuse me…. I’m here to see Hoseok Jung and Seokjin Kim. Apartment number… 666.” Of course, they live in 666, why wouldn’t they? The man nods his head, stating that they were already expecting you and that you’re allowed to pass up to the penthouse. With that, you step toward the elevator to get to the sixty-sixth floor of the building. It’s shiny, and you can’t help but wonder exactly how an entity had come to haunt such an upscale place, particularly since it seems to be a relatively new building. Everything around you screams money, the sleek black of the marble in the lobby, the large vases of flowers, everything…
Thinking back, you had thought it amusing when the men first called you. They sounded scared shitless, which you suppose is understandable if they actually DO have something disturbing them. Both men took turns practically yelling into the phone, trying to explain that they’ve been seeing and hearing things for months now. Something or another about broken dishes, flipped trash cans, and odd sounds. The thing is though, most people call you only to waste your time. Claiming that a ghost is haunting them, only for it to be a tree branch outside of their house brushing against a window, or something similar to that. Some of them are honest mistakes, others, well…
The elevator dings when you finally make it to the 66th floor, letting you know that you’ve made it to the right place. Before you step out, you try to feel for something off, something that stands out, but nothing seems to be out of place. There’s only a single door in front of you, number 666, since this is apparently a penthouse. Blowing out a huff of air, you raise your hand and knock the door, only getting two knocks in before the door flings open almost dramatically. Who you’re guessing is Seokjin and Hoseok stand on the other side, eyes blown wide as saucers as they take in your form. They’re both scarily good looking, very different from each other but both carrying their own charm. The two men are dressed quite nicely but it makes sense considering where they live. You’ll have to ask them what they do for work when you get the chance.
The one with the broad shoulders introduces himself as Seokiin, taking your hand hastily and shaking it. You can feel how balmy his hands are, veins popping out slightly. Glancing at him, you take note that his hair is a warm brown color and fluffy, almost matching the tone of his eyes. It wouldn’t be far fetched to call him the prettiest person you’ve ever seen.
Hoseok doesn’t waste much time grabbing your other hand, shaking it up and down quickly while he gives you the biggest heart shaped grin. He has darker hair, black and wavy, but his eyes are a similar color to Seokjins. If only all of your clients caught your attention like this; last week it was an old lady who accidently let her pet hamster out, which then proceeded to terrorize her. That poor, poor, hamster…
“We’re so happy you’re here! Honestly, we’re at our wits end trying to figure out what to do. We even considered calling the church, but Hoseok insisted we’d ignite if we stepped foot inside.” The men continue to stand side by side as Seokjin drawls on, handsome faces trained on you as you stare directly past them. Another quick glance for something that could potentially be wrong, but nothing makes itself known. Snapping your eyes to look between them, you try your best to give them a small smile, and silently wonder why they’re possibly making everything up.
“I’m happy to be here to help you both. May I come in…?” They part from each other and let you come forward without further question. You step in hesitantly, unsure of what exactly you’re facing at the moment. If there really is something causing them issue, it’s hiding away from you and likely won’t show itself if it already hasn’t. The men usher you a little further inside to what must be the living room as you glance around, taking note of the way the penthouse is laid out.
“Would you like something to drink?” You do, suddenly feeling unbelievably parched, so Hoseok gestures for you to sit in a chair opposite to their couch while Seokjin leaves to go grab tea. Settling in the spot while making small talk with Hoseok, you glance around the area to try and find any sort of darkness, but only light continues to gleam through the large windows. A good development you suppose, nothing is certainly better than something. Seokjin comes back a few minutes later, a tray with tea and a few pastries on it. You thank him, pulling your notebook out of your bag, and ask them to tell you about their experiences.
“So, tell me everything you can. Every little detail is good, but maybe start with the bigger issues or events you’ve been encountering.” The men are quiet for a moment, glancing at each other and fidgeting uncomfortably. Seokjin sits forward, remaining quiet, but you wait patiently as you take a sip of your tea (which is delicious). If this is real, you can only imagine what they may have seen, and you don’t want to pry. Not right away at least, not before you hear their side of things.
“Well… We see things. All the time. There are shadows everywhere, even when we have a bunch of lights on. It’s like something always… creeping around?” You start to take notes diligently, wanting to make sure you have a good understanding of the type of scourge you could be facing. From what’s been said already, it seems to like to hide in the shadows, hunting its prey quietly but effectively; the only issue being that you haven’t seen jack shit. Malevolent things like to hide though… Hoseok nods before piping up, voice wavering as he speaks.
“I’ve been pulled out of my bed… On more than one occasion. Things move all the time too. I’ll be in the shower, and something will fall off the sink, or I’ll be in the kitchen and suddenly the spoon I was using moved across the room.” So, if it is something, it’s fucking with them, that much is clear. The biggest question though is if had physically harmed them yet. There’s a distinct difference between light mischief and actual damage.
“Have you been physically harmed? Scratches, burns, cuts… Anything like that?” They both shake their head and you breath out a sigh of relief, happy to know that they’re at least kind of safe for the time being if this thing is real. You entered their space though, its space, and that could certainly stir things up a lot in the long run. Seokjin lets the smallest of smiles grace his face before answering you.
“No, Petunia hasn’t touched us. Well, beside occasionally pulling us from our beds. Maybe they just think we’re cute, I don’t know…” It’s dead silent after that, and your raise a brow in disbelief. Leaning forward, you frown and look the handsome man dead in the eye as he sits back in his seat, smile turning uncertain as you get into his space.
“You… you named the thing that you think is haunting you?!” They blink at you owlishly and nod as you sink further into your seat. Delicious idiots the two of them, trying to dig their own graves rather early in life. Letting out a long sigh, you crack a few of your fingers warily before addressing the situation. They were being dumb, sure, but it seemed to be unintentional for the most part.
“You give spirits power by naming them. It’s something you should never, ever do.” Hoseok actually seems to turn a green color while Seokjin looks unbelievably pale. It’s too late now, but hopefully the entity wasn’t too encouraged by the action. Petunia isn’t the most empowering of names anyways. Writing down more of the info they gave you, you nearly jump out of your skin as Hoseok shrieks loudly out of nowhere, Jin falling off of the couch and onto his ass.
“It just ran behind you! Like a shadow, holy shit!” Glancing behind yourself, you don’t see a single thing. Not a hint of coldness, no eerie shadows in sight; everything looks normal save for the curtain blowing in the breeze. Glancing back at the two men, you take in their scared expressions quietly. They look real enough, but still… Something about all of this doesn’t seem quite right.
“Hey, both of you. It’s alright. It’ll be alright, I promise I’ll figure this all out for the two of you.” They both nod although there’s definitely a loss to the chipper qualities they both held before. Hoseok’s hair falls into his eyes as he looks around, back and forth almost animatedly. Seokjin is about the same, but his long hair is slicked back from his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrow.
Even if all of this does seem suspicious, it’s clear that these men are scared of something within their home. Perhaps a bird’s shadow flying by a window, a loose pipe, a damn mouse even… But it’s bothering them, and something tells you that you have to do something about it. You have to do something to make them feel better. And so, sitting forward in your seat a bit, you take a deep breath and look back and forth between them, determination in your eyes.
“I think… I’d like to stay the night to observe if that’s alright?”
Summary: You’ve been overworking yourself, so Hoseok makes an enticing proposal about how to finish off a rough week.
a/n: I’m back momentarily to post this story I finally finished for the ARMY for AAPI event by @armyadvocates. This is a commission for an anonymous donor who requested it on behalf of their ARMY friend. I hope you enjoy!
Hoseok’s in his yoga gear when you drag yourself through the front door. The flimsy tank top that hangs off his body by literal threads and the short-shorts in green. But you are so done with the day that you don’t even have the energy to appreciate his toned, long legs stretched out to the end of the mat. You drop your bag, trudge right past his cheerful greeting, and start to tug your bra out of your top before you are even in the bedroom.
The bed doesn’t even feel inviting when you flop down onto it before groaning into the pillow.
Today sucked.
Well, the week sucked.
Maybe the month?
Everything had gotten too much, and it’s your own fault. Tax season is absolute hell, and it has you wondering what life would be like if you were an “accountant” and not a real accountant everytime one of those tiktoks came through your scrolling. It seemed like no one knew what they were doing, and anyone who did was leaving you to help out the newbies. Forget the fact that you have your own work.
And to top it all off, you had struggles with what could only be considered extracurricular work because your dumbass decided to continue participating in the sorority’s chapter functions from your alma mater. And somehow, sorority drama always coincide with the worst part of tax season. And these girls seem to be as helpless as your coworkers, putting you in the middle of things.
You groan into the pillow again, kicking your feet like it could relieve some of the stress you’d put on your own shoulders.
“Wow, that’s some killer lion’s breath,” you hear from the direction of the door.
You stop fussing long enough to mumble into the comforter, “Everything sucks.”
Hoseok hums knowingly. “That bad, huh? Lots to do?”
With a groan, you roll over. He knows you too well, that you are in this situation because you keep taking on work. You give him a pitiful look, which isn’t hard since it is how you feel.
Hoseok shares the look empathetically. His chin is propped on the edge of the bed, sweaty hair a mess from bending through all his yoga positions, eyes wide and shining underneath the bangs. He looks adorable, and you feel like trash. Your clothes feel suffocating as your workload and your skin feels thick from lack of sleep and too many takeout lunches.
“The next time someone asks me to do something, tell me to say no.”
“Why me?” He asks, head tilting to the side.
“Because I always listen to you,” you continue, flopping onto your back. Your body is so heavy with exhaustion, you don’t know if you’ll be getting up for the rest of the evening.
But before you stare at the ceiling, you catch the darkening of Hoseok’s expression at your words. He sighs, and you feel the bed shift as he sits next to you. “How can you be so sexy even when you’re stressed?”
“Sure,” you scoff.
“Laid out like this, telling me to order you around,” Hoseok murmurs to himself. The back of his fingers lightly trace over your arms, down the side of your waist, to rest on your hip.
You’re exhausted, but your lips tug into a small smile. He’s got one of those teasing smiles on his face, but there’s something darker in those eyes that roam your body. You want to entertain him, but your body fights against you, refusing to give up the slight reprieve of laying in bed.
So you take his hand, close your eyes, and sigh deeply. “I know it’s six, but let’s go to bed.”
“Hmm…” When he doesn’t continue, you peak an eye open. His bottom lip juts out as he rubs his chin. “This looks like more than I can handle, mi princesa.”
You push up on your elbows, feeling your heart sink. You don’t want to worry him, too. “No, babe. It’s fine, I’m just--”
“I think,” Hoseok starts before you can finish, tapping his lips thoughtfully until you close your mouth. “I think we might need to enlist some backup.”
Your heart immediately rises along with the blush on your cheeks. “Backup?”
“Mhm,” Hoseok nods, watching your interest closely. “Think we might need to go find someone to help us take care of you.”
“Take care of me?” You whisper, feeling your mind get hazy at the thought. That’s what you need right now. You can feel it in your bones, your skin when Hoseok reaches out to stroke the back of your hand.
“What do you say I dress you up all pretty and go find something just as pretty to pair with you?”
You can’t help the giddy smile spread over your face as you nod. Hoseok’s offering to take control for the evening, and you will give it gladly. All of it.
“Really?” You ask again, feeling your senses revive again at the thought.
Hoseok nods with his lips pursed. He leans over you, planting a loud kiss on your forehead. “Yes, really. If that’s what you want. If you aren’t too exhausted.”
It sounds like he’s making fun of you, but it’s genuine. And you know this will end in a kind of exhaustion you are more than willing to deal with. An exhaustion that leaves the rest of you restored.
“Yes, please,” you say, smiling sweetly.
Hoseok smiles back, but it’s different. It’s that smile that hurts in the best way. Makes you feel a little nervous even after all these years.
“Okay, princesa,” Hoseok purrs, tracing a finger over your lips. “Then tonight, you’ll be my doll.”
“Okay,” you agree, feeling his thumb bump your upper lip.
“Ah-ah,” Hoseok tuts, but he leans in for a kiss. It’s soft, chaste, and not enough. You follow him when he pulls back, but he holds you down. “Dolls don’t talk. Dolls don’t move. They look pretty and are handled however I please.”
Your legs twist beneath him involuntarily. You go to say yes, but nod instead. Hoseok’s pleased smile has your cheeks burning.
“Tonight, I’m going to take care of you. We’re getting rid of all that stress, doll,” Hoseok lifts himself off the bed and to the closet in one motion. He continues to speak as he starts looking through the clothes. His voice is cheerful as he continues, “You will speak only when spoken to. You will only do as you are commanded. Dolls are just pretty things to be used, do you understand?”
He glances over his shoulder, and you nod again. It feels weird, like you should be upset he’s taking your voice from you, but… it’s not. It’s what you need. In a day where everyone is asking more, more, and more of you, where you are constantly being told to answer and instruct, it’s nice. You close your eyes as you hear him rifling through things, enjoying the way your lips rest together, wordless.
“Sit up,” Hoseok orders. When you open your eyes, he’s holding up one of his favorite dresses on you. He loves the way it fits your curves, how it looks like you are bursting out of it, so much of you for him to devour.
You do as you are told and reach to pull off your blouse. The click of his tongue has you pausing. “What did I say earlier?”
Your hands pause, and you glance up. He waits, and you know you need to answer. “Dolls don’t talk and…” you blush, “and they don’t move.”
“That’s right. No moving unless I tell you to. Now, are you going to follow orders while I dress you up?”
You nod, averting your eyes. There’s something oddly intimate about Hoseok taking your clothes off not to ravish you, but to reassemble you. His hands are just as soft as they pull the shirt over your head, shimmying your legs out of the pants. When his knuckles knead into the back of your shins, you can’t help the sigh that comes out.
“That’s right,” Hoseok coos. “Gotta relax these legs before I put you in some heels.”
You giggle a bit at that. Hoseok loves fashion. This isn’t the first time he’s dressed you, just not literally. Actually, he has probably approved or bought most of what’s in your closet. The perks of a boyfriend who runs a fashion blog on the side.
Your mind wanders between topics as Hoseok slips you out of your underwear, pulling one of your red lingerie sets out of the drawers to match the dress. You aren’t even hyperaware of yourself as he clasps the bra behind you, lost in thought from the opportunity to let your mind rest. It isn’t until he commands you to stand that you feel your legs shaking.
You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder, looking down. You watch as he steps your feet through the red lace, his fingers tracing your legs in a teasing touch as he pulls them up to your waist. He watches his work, and his hot breath brushes your core as he sets them in place. Finally, he looks up at you, gaze focused, as he leans forward to kiss the small bow in the middle of the waistband, teeth catching on it before he lets it pop back into place. You are embarrassed by how loud your gasp is.
“I like you like this,” Hoseok muses, standing again to grab the dress off the hook.
He turns, opening the dress for you to step into it. He turns you then, grabbing the zipper that sits above the hem of the panties. He leans in, his body almost flush to yours as he plays with the circular hook on the zipper. His lips brush your ear as he starts to zip it up. “Relaxed, pliant, that look on your phase that’s a little fucked out already.”
Your breath catches at his swear. You only heard him talk like that in the bedroom. And for a fleeting second, you wonder if you are even going to make it out of the bedroom. But the sun was setting in the window, and Hoseok was stepping back, telling you to turn around.
He hadn’t stepped too far back. As you turn, your shoulders brush his chest, and there’s not much room from where the backs of your legs hit the bed. He stares down at you, noses almost touching. His hands reach, and your eyes closed, waiting.
But his fingers simply run through your scalp, scratching lightly as he fluffs out your hair. He takes a step back, smirk on his face, as he fan it around your face. “There we go. Prettiest doll I’ve ever seen.”
You glance behind him in the mirror. And you do look great. Hoseok always knows what fits you best, truly dresses you to emphasize, well, you.
He goes to dress himself, slicking his hair back with a little bit of product. He shrugs off the tank top, and you admire the slim curve of his back as he throws a dress shirt around his shoulder. He pulls on white slacks, buttoning them as he turns his face side to side in the mirror. His undercut to deal with the summer heat draws attention to the stacked part in his hair that leaves his side profile striking. When he turns around, you are shocked by how dangerous he looks dressed in an innocent color like white.
“C’mon,” he holds his hand out, dropping your black heels in front of you. “Let’s go find us another toy.”
In the car, Hoseok keeps a loose hand resting on your thigh, right below where the dress ends. He taps the wheel happily with his other hand, occasionally throwing glances at you when you stop at the lights. It’s a quiet car ride, but you don’t feel the need to fill it. Instead, you are wondering what awaits you. The pads of Hoseok’s fingers tighten on your skin whenever he makes a turn. The city lights dance on as the sky deepens to violet.
“What do you want, princessa?” Hoseok finally asks, pulling up to a bar you all attend at celebrations. You didn’t realize at first, the fanciness of your outfits. But now you realize he’s spoiling you.
You turn to him, though, unsure what he’s asking.
“Any preferences?” Hoseok clarifies, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.
“Ah,” you say, finding your voice a little foreign after over an hour of silence. “I’m good.”
Hoseok’s smile tugs at the corner. “Yes, yes you are.”
You blush at that. “Oh, no, I--”
Hoseok leans forward, the hand behind your ear clasping your neck to kiss you. It’s messy and hard, taking you off guard. But you settle into it, following the motions of Hoseok’s lips, the press of his tongue as he swallows down your moans.
When he pulls back, he smiles bright and practically sings, “Then I’m going to watch for whoever can’t take their eyes off of you.”
You nod a little breathlessly before Hoseok’s hopping out of the car, a pep in his step, and opens your door. He takes your hand to guide you out of the car, and you can’t help but be a little amused at how much he is enjoying himself.
Hoseok likes control. You’ve known it since your first date. The unknown makes him nervous. He’s practiced yoga for decades for the control and awareness of his body. His appearance is immaculate due to his interest in controlling how others see him. Even in his day job as a dance instructor, he’s in control of the flow of bodies, the beat and response. For him, it’s how he can relax.
And for you, it’s the total opposite. Control is thrust in your face all day long, and you want to recede into the confines of rules. You don’t want the weight of making the decisions, calling the shots, negotiating, organizing. You did too well at what you were told to do, which is what you liked, and ended up on the other side.
With Hoseok, you can relax. You can work off the vibe he wants to set, which is always positive. You can follow his lead, which has never guided you off course. You can trust and let go with him.
So you do so. You let your shoulders relax and be guided by Hoseok as he saunters up to the entrance of the bar lounge. You squeeze his hand once as you step inside, giving him a thankful smile when he turns a raised eyebrow in your direction. He simply smiles as bright as always, a giving a playful wink as he heads to the bar.
The lounge is subtle in its glamour. There’s low lighting and plentiful seating spaced out across an open concept. The bar is carved wood, sitting in the middle so guests can approach the tower of liquor and wines from all sides. But upon closer look, it’s obvious why Hoseok enjoys this place with his expensive tastes.
Your reflection is almost a mirror in the shined surface of the bar, always wiped down by staff in attire that barely has a crease in the sleeves despite the hours of working. The seating that’s strewn about is filled with plush, understated chairs and loveseats, sitting on plush, red carpet that always looks brand new. The room should be filled with the chatter of all the attendees who are also dressed for a good night out, but the soundproofing of the ceiling and the decorative chandeliers that should appear gaudy but somehow accent the simplicity of all that’s below keep the space feeling intimate.
You and Hoseok are much the same as he seats you at the bar. His white shirt and slacks contrast your red dress, yet he bends into your every move as he flits about you. His hand slides down your back as he chats with the bartender and laughs at his own joke. He leans over your shoulder as he grabs one of the drinks before he slides into the seat next to you, placing it in your hand.
“Drink up, you deserve it,” he says with the slight hint of a pout creasing his brow. You nod, letting the syrupy drink perk up your spirits. Without noticing, sitting down and gazing around the place had let the exhaustion from the week start to settle in. Hoseok watched as you took another sip, hand casually rounding over your thigh to keep you present with his teasing touch.
“Still feel like having fun?” He asks, then corrects, “staying home will be just as fun for me.”
You shake your head. “No, sir, I’m fine.”
Hoseok’s eyes darken at that, his lips parting at your appeal. Sir, it’s not a name you usually bring out without his instruction. But you can tell in his gaze that’s getting harder and harder to hold that he’s excited by the call.
The hand on your thigh grips a bit tighter, shifts a bit higher, and you steady the glass in your hand as he leans forward, “Keep talking like that, looking like this, and I’m going to have a hard time sharing you with anyone else.”
You shiver as his breath tickles your ear. He sits back with an impatient sigh and starts to scan the place. “Time to play.”
You try to sit a little taller, pulling your elbows back as you take another sip of your drink. Hoseok keeps his eye on you, but he continues to watch the bar. After a few minutes and ordering his own drink, he leans in again.
With a tilt of his head, he asks, “How do you feel about blonds?”
“Blonds are nice.”
“This one’s really nice,” Hoseok tries to hold back his smile. He wants to feign casual conversation with you. It makes your heart race, like the prospect could be close. You turn more towards him, but he stops you while still looking over your shoulder. “Why don’t you take a sip of your drink, princessa.”
You glance down at the ice in your glass, not quite sure what he’s getting at. You bring it slowly to your lips and close your eyes. Licking the wet droplets off your lips, you set it down.
“He liked that,” Hoseok murmurs, starting to withdraw his hand from your thigh. Then suddenly, “Oh?”
You want to turn and see this mystery man, but Hoseok continues to hold you there. You pout, close to breaking your oath of silence.
Hoseok relents, adjusting the opening of his shirt. “This may be easier than I thought. I think he likes me, too.”
You snort. Hoseok had an overwhelming cockiness when he was in a comfortable space. You could see it oozing from the proud, upturned frown on his face as he brushed off his slacks to stand.
His fingers dance across your shoulders before he whispers, “Wait right here.”
As he walks away, you finally have the chance to sneak a peak.
Oh.
Standing on the far end of the bar is the only blond. The bleached hair is striking in the low light and contrasts with his black suit. Hoseok makes his way over, so the man stares deliberately forward. He flexes his philtrum, plush lips rolling as he considers something in the tower of beverages. Even from here, you see a blush on the tips of his ears.
He knows he’s been caught staring.
Hoseok says something, and the man’s nerves vanish as he breaks into a casual smile. Hoseok’s stance stiffens, which makes your stomach flip. He is also interested.
The blond is taller, leaning back on the counter once he realizes Hoseok is there for conversation. His stance is inviting as he makes Hoseok laugh, who slaps the counter in good fun… then leaves his hand there.
It was bold. Hoseok leans on the bar, close to the man, so close that he has to hold his drink to his chest. The stranger’s broad shoulders somehow shrink against Hoseok’s prowess. The sharp edge of Hoseok’s profile parallels the other’s soft cheeks swollen with a smile.
And then, they glance your way. You startle but smile. The blond blinks, and Hoseok smiles wider. He whispers in the other’s ear. The blond’s cheeks start to match the plush carpet under your bar stool as his eyes wander down what he can see of you.
He nods.
You bite your lip from squealing, and the stranger’s eyes dart away. Hoseok’s hand moves from the bar to the man’s waist, and his body shifts into his as he leads him over to you. He’s snared by Hoseok.
He’s having trouble holding your gaze as well. You could see the slight clench in his jaw as he continues to drink in the vision of you. Hoseok guides him to stand next to you, him on the other side, leaning an elbow on the bar.
“This is Seokjin,” Hoseok introduces with a clap on his shoulder.
Seokjin nods after jumping from the touch. His dark eyes finally meet yours, and a light voice greets, “You can call me Jin. Nice to meet you.”
You nod, unsure if you are allowed to talk. The gleeful look on Hoseok’s face says no.
“I’ve explained to Jin what we are looking for,” Hoseok continues, “and he’s interested.”
--
That brings you here, hands in your lap, waiting for what’s next. Jin sits across from you in the arm chair, posture stiff with nerves. Still, he smiles when you catch his eye.
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Hoseok calls from the kitchen. You hear the sound of ice clinking into a glass or two followed by the slush of liquid. “My favorite little doll. All dressed up.”
“She’s beautiful,” Jin agrees. His eyes don’t leave you, and you shiver at the dissociation of not being addressed.
Footsteps have you sitting impossibly straighter as Hoseok hums. “Don’t I know it.”
There’s warmth behind you, the press of his body standing directly behind you. Hoseok reaches over you to hand Jin his drink, and you inhale his scent. It mingles with the fruitier scent of Jin’s cologne as he reaches for the drink, and your legs adjust at the thought of your skin being awash with both of them.
Chilly fingers have you flinching as Hoseok tucks your hair over your shoulder. “I dressed her up just for tonight.”
Jin takes a sip, eyes flicking up to Hoseok now. “You did a good job.”
Hoseok chuckles as his hand rests on your shoulder. “Yes. But you know, there’s an art to dressing someone. Because eventually, they’ll have to be undressed…” his fingers fiddle with the strap of your dress and you squirm. “And you should see how she looks underneath.”
“I’d love to,” Jin responds with another short answer. But as you watch him take another sip, you see the shake of his hand. You can’t help but smirk. It’s Hoseok or you or both of you. Something has those pristine features on edge. You feel powerful, even as a toy.
Hoseok seems to catch what you see, patting your shoulder as he walks around the couch. You expect him to sit with you, but instead, he walks on over to Jin. He plops down on his arm rest with an arm slung around the man’s broad shoulders.
It’s an interesting juxtaposition. The slim frame of Hoseok next to Jin’s larger body. He’s practically hanging off of him, but the carefree smile shows who has the upperhand as Jin clutches his glass with both hands.
“Seokjin,” Hoseok says, the endearing smile creasing his eyes. Jin startles at his own name, glancing at Hoseok who withdraws his hand and sits as respectfully as one can when perched on the armrest. “Are you still okay with this? I can play alone.”
Jin’s eyes widen, and with his head turned, you can see his adam’s apple bob in his strong neck which flushes pink. “Ah, no, I’m good.”
“You sure?” Hoseok checks, though now he reaches to brush the back of his hand across his cheek to point out the blush. When Jin’s lashes flutter, your stomach curls in anticipation. He’s been caught under Hoseok’s easy spell.
“No, I… want to do this, too,” Jin nods, eyeing you as well. “I’d love to.”
Hoseok pats his cheek, “Good boy.”
Jin’s breath catches. Hoseok’s smile grows, hand running into his blond hair as he leans in close. “You like that? Want to be a good boy?”
His cheeks burn redder, and you know it is too soon for it to be the alcohol. “Yes.”
Hoseok chuckles, looking absolutely delighted. Wrapping his arm back around him, he leans in to smoosh their cheeks together turned toward you. And it’s a lot, to have the gaze of two beautiful men. He points toward you. “See my beautiful princessa over there?”
He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes harden.
“I need you to be good for her tonight,” Hoseok says, voice low. “And she’s such a good girl herself, she makes it so easy.”
“I can do that,” Jin sounds breathless.
And just like that, Hoseok hops up, grabbing his drink from the coffee table. “Fantastic!”
He throws it back, letting the syrupy drink spill from the sides of his lips. Jin follows suit, trying to finish his drink quickly.
It was time to start the show.
Hoseok straightens up, cracking his neck. He takes a deep, steadying breath and orders, “Stand.”
You straighten at the command. You don’t expect Jin to do the same. Hoseok neither, if the laugh he lets out is anything to go by.
Jin blushes widely, going to sit, but Hoseok waves him over. “No, no, that was great. You are already doing so well.”
He turns to you. “Look, princessa, he’ll be so good for us.”
You smile at him, enjoying the fact that you don’t need to do more. Hoseok wraps his arm around his waist and pulls you close. “You see, Jin. She’s so obedient. Does whatever she’s told like a good little doll.”
He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “Spin for me, darling.”
Your breath shudders out as you grab the edges of your dress, placing your heels one over the other as you turn. When you make it around once, you don’t stop. He didn’t tell you to. You keep spinning, feeling both men take in your every angle. And with each rotation, you see the hunger in their gaze grow.
Stopping you as you face the kitchen, away from them, the featherlight touch of his fingers ghosts over and up your back. “Most dolls, you know, they have a string in the back.”
His finger hooks in the small zipper at the top of the dress. He tugs lightly, and it starts to descend down your back. “You pull it, and they make a sound.”
He stares down at you, eyes filled with excitement. “She’s strung so tight, and it’s our job to unravel her.”
Your knees weaken at that, especially when Hoseok pulls the zipper down a bit further, “One thread at a time. Think you can do that, big guy?”
Jin nods dumbly, hands unsure of how to busy themselves, desperate to be on you now.
But Hoseok doesn’t beckon him closer just yet.
“The sounds she makes, Jin…” Hoseok grips your chin and turns your face to him. Then, his hot breath ghosts over your neck. The wet heat of his tongue flattens along the column of your neck. Your breath catches in your throat, fingers gripping his shirt. Jin’s own hands twitch again, body leaning in towards the two of you, wetting his lips.
When Hoseok sinks his teeth in, you whine, lips parting in surprise. Jin’s do the same, entranced.
Hoseok straightens back up, looking between you two. Your cheeks burn at the pleasure, at being caught staring elsewhere, at the way Hoseok likes it.
“That’s your job, Jin,” he instructs and takes a step back. You feel cold, from the wetness on your neck to the lack of a body to hold onto. Hoseok seats himself on the closest armrest, looking between the two of you expectantly. “Pull her strings, make her moan.”
You eye Hoseok, remembering your earlier command. Only speak when spoken to. But he just nods. “It’s okay, mi princessa. Let him know if he’s doing good.”
Feeling your knees shake, you face Jin. As he steps closer, you’re surprised by just how much taller he is. You angle your gaze, not sure what to do.
But then you remember, you aren’t supposed to do anything. You are allowed and content to just stand there and await instructions. Hoseok is in control.
“Touch her, Jin,” he instructs.
“Anywhere?” He asks with a shuddering exhale.
“Awh, not even sure where to begin?” Hoseok coos from the couch, crossing his legs. You both look over at your boyfriend, pleased as can be with his two props. “Undress her.”
Jin’s cheeks darken and so do his deep, brown eyes. He swallows, and you try to do the same. Your mouth is dry, the back of your throat feeling sticky. You grip your hands tighter in the dress, nerves having you jittery.
You feel so wanted just as you are, standing here, doing as you’re told, with two men ready to ravage you.
Jin finally, finally touches you. He steps into your space, the distance gone as your red dress brushes his dress shirt, taut over his shoulders as he reaches behind you. Your eyes drift close as you inhale deep again. Something fruity.
And with the sense removed, your aware of the sound of his breathing, deliberately steady. The light scrape of his fingernails as he trails down your spine in search of the zipper. The loosening tug of the dress around your hips as the zipper dips lower, the only sound in the room.
Then Jin’s hands are tracing your arms, appreciating the soft skin and kneading just below your shoulders. Appreciating all of you that is his just for the moment. He slips his hands under the straps of your dress and takes a step back to watch it fall down your waist, a slight shimmy to get it over your hips.
“Wow,” Jin breathes.
Hoseok agrees with a pleased hum. You can imagine the smirk on his face, knowing his handiwork is being admired. It makes you stand taller, feeling beautiful in the outfit he’s chosen for you. The garter digs into your supple waist and the bra clings to your skin, and suddenly it all feels like you are wearing too much.
You want that gaze and so much more to cover your bare skin.
And Hoseok knows just as much, how you like to be smothered in affection and touch. He stands beside Jin now and leans over his shoulder to turn you towards the bedroom door. “Head on back to the bedroom, princessa.”
You take one step in front of the other, realizing your nerves are getting the better of you as you sway a bit. You want to turn back, see the look on both their faces. Are you imagining it, or do they like what they see?
That’s not an option, though. Not when you’ve been given an order. And tonight, that’s all you are. A doll that obeys every command. A plaything at their disposal.
“Look at that,” Hoseok admires, his voice still close, letting you know he’s there. “Isn’t she a sight?”
“Yes,” Jin’s short but breathy replies continue. They’re following close behind, observing the sway of your hips, the lines of your body shifting as you step into the room.
“She’s so fucking sexy,” Hoseok sighs like it’s almost too much to bear. A smile breaks over your face that you try to hold back as you reach the bed.
You turn and lower yourself to the mattress. Hoseok walks over to cup the side of your face, smiling down too gently for what is to come. His eyes still give way to the heat, the anticipation.
But he still asks, ever with your best interest in mind, “Are you ready, my pretty little doll?”
“Yes,” you startle at the sound of your own voice. You’d spent so long being quiet that it almost sounds foreign.
Hoseok’s smile broadens, his eyes creasing with delight. His palm slips to the nape of your neck, thumb brushing over the column of your throat. “Want to let Jin treat you like his favorite little play thing?”
Your eyes dart to the man still standing in the doorframe. His broad shoulder almost fill the space and block out the white light of the kitchen so the room is only filled with the warmth of your bedside lamps. His cheeks are still that light pink, but his lips are wet and parted. His gaze meets yours and the hunger sends a shiver down your spine.
“Yes,” you make sure you lock eyes as you consent to the night’s activities.
Hoseok waves Jin over. He towers over you, and the smallness is almost comforting.
“On the bed,” Hoseok instructs. As you scoot up the bed, Hoseok leans against the wall between the two of you. Jin watches you scoot back, hands at his side, chests rising and falling. Hoseok, on the other hand, crosses his arms, raising a tentative eyebrow. You stretch out on the bed, enjoying the tension between the two men.
Jin gets the hint, though. Hoseok isn’t the kind to repeat an order. He’s to be obeyed.
And Jin must catch the sternness because he lowers himself to the bed, crawling over you. His knees cage you in, palms on either side as he looks down over you.
“Hi,” he murmurs.
You smile up at him, almost giggling at the cuteness.
“Can I…” his eyes wander again, tongue wetting his lips. “Can I touch you?”
You bite your lip. “Yes.”
The permission from you seems to be all he needs. Suddenly, he’s leaning back on his heels. You almost follow before you break into a moan.
Two large, warm hands cup your breasts, kneading hard. The pads of his thumbs brush through the thin, lace fabric and your body arches into his touch.
“Nice work,” Hoseok muses from his place on the wall.
Jin moves then, hands dipping behind your back. The ease with which he pulls you off the bed is shocking, feeling light in his arms. He can handle you in a way that Hoseok can’t, his build letting him easily drag you off the mattress to unclasp your bra. As soon as it falls from your shoulders, he pulls you in close. The fabric of his starched dress shirt brushes your bare nipples.
But you want more, want his bare skin against yours. He doesn’t oblige, though, but what he gives you instead is so much more.
Wide eyes hesitate before yours, hot breath brushing over your cheek, before Jin’s plush lips take your own. It’s shockingly desperate and unexpected. The entire evening, he’d been tentative and unsure, following Hoseok’s every move. But now, with you bared before him and so close, it’s as though he can’t hold back. He lays you against the bed again, body molding to yours, tongue licking at your bottom lip.
This is where you want to be. Pliant and wanted, strewn out on the mattress below a man desperate to ravish you. You moan into Jin’s open mouth, tasting the sweetness of his drink at the bar and the bitterness of Hoseok’s whiskey as his tongue lathes into your mouth. Your knee drags up involuntarily at the feeling of his cock growing harder against your thigh.
“Fuck,” Jin groans as you whine against the sensation that’s good but not good enough.
“Help her out, will you?” Hoseok’s taunting voice comes from the sidelines. Your cheeks burn, forgetting his right there watching you act of your own accord. “She’s being so fucking needy, can’t you tell?”
Jin pulls back, embarrassment etched into his brow. “Sorry.”
His hands grip your hips to roll them against him as he mouths at your neck. Jin’s hands are larger than Hoseok’s, but his touch is gentler. The tentative nerves of encountering someone new. But he explores with confidence, warm palms gliding over the sides of your body. You exhale in contentment, feeling your body give.
It spurs Jin on, leaning forward. The wet press of his lips greets the center of your chest. When you arch into it, he mouths at your supple skin.
“He’s a tease, is he?” Hoseok’s voice breaks through the lust drifting over the bed. You turn your gaze to him as he walks over. His eyes are on you as he talks to Jin. “Look at the way he touches you. Such a gentleman.”
Jin also gives a glance to Hoseok, eyes dark beneath blond fringe and cheeks flushed still. He continues on when Hoseok gives him a small nod. “Don’t worry, she likes it.”
His fingers thread through your hair, and your eyes fall closed again. It’s already overwhelming, your temple meeting Hoseok’s thigh as he sits, the scratching to your scalp, the warm press of Jin’s body over you.
Hoseok’s hand tightens suddenly. You yelp, the tingle in your scalp shocking but delicious. “She likes it all, Jin. She’ll take whatever she can get.”
“Is that so?” You shiver at the dip in Jin’s voice.
“Your body’s gorgeous,” Jin whispers into your collarbone. You squirm in the sheets at the direct attention.
“Isn’t it?” Hoseok muses, too. You open your eyes again to see him staring down at you. The mischievous tilt to his smile doesn’t match the softness in his eyes. “My favorite little play thing.”
Caught up in Hoseok’s praise, the wet mouth on your nipple takes you by surprise. Even more, Jin scissors your other nipple with a surprising harshness. At the site of your blissed out expression, the heat in Hoseok’s gaze hardens.
“Fuck her, Jin.”
You moan at the command that’s not even directed at you. Hoseok’s usually patient. He takes his time in ways that leaves you aching for more even after he finally lets you have it. The fact that he’s already demanding his cock has your legs spreading wider, ready.
“See,” Hoseok nods towards your thighs when Jin sits back on his heels. “She wants it so bad. She deserves it, too.”
Jin scoots down your body, hands fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. “God, and I’ll give it to her.”
Hoseok hums delightedly. “Hear that, princessa? He’s going to fuck you so good.”
You smile, the lightest giggle dancing behind your lips as Jin’s grip in the hem of your panties tickles the soft skin by your hips. He drags them down slow, raising your legs as he pulls them off.
When your legs are free, they fall onto one of his broad shoulders. You cross them at the heel only to realize he’s so broad, there’s no need.
He wraps an arm around your legs, kneading at your calves as he shuffles over.
“Fuck, look at the two of you,” Hoseok breathes, hand stilling in your hair.
And you do. You glance down at your bare body, where it meets and follows the curves and strong arches of Jin’s own. And then you turn your gaze upward, where your boyfriend sits beside you fully clothed. A spectator, a director.
“Do you like what you see?” Jin’s voice asks quietly.
Hoseok doesn’t respond. Instead, he reaches forward, cupping the nape of Jin’s neck, and pulls him in. It’s messy, their tongues twisting between lips and behind teeths as Jin starts to melt, the grip on your legs slipping. You feel yourself slipping, too, at the sight of your boyfriend taking and taking from him and seeing Jin give and give.
They part, and Hoseok’s cheeks have finally reddened as he settles against the headboard beside you.
Wordlessly, Jin hikes your legs a little higher on his shoulder. Then, you feel the blunt head of his cock press against your wet core. He throws his head back immediately, moaning at the feeling of how wet you are after waiting for this all night. He pushes in, slowly at first, and the stretch has you grabbing at the sheets already. You can feel the head press further, your walls alight with sensation as he bottoms at. Even the slight shuffle of his hips for a better grounding has a whine seeping between your teeth.
“God, she’s going to come soon,” Hoseok chuckles. You feel embarrassed, but you relish the way he continues to look at you both.
Jin pulls back slowly, but the hard thrust he gives you takes you off guard. You cry out, and he does it again. Your eyes roll back, the sweet sensation and the jostling of his force. The pressure from the thrusts has your clit stimulated as your body twists.
Jin’s mouthing at the heel of your foot, and it’s so surprisingly sensitive, your toes curl.
But you lose control of what sensation comes where when Hoseok reaches down to twist one of your purt nipples. Your chest recoils but your back arches, undecided in where to focus. Everything feels good, so good, and you’re thinking about nothing but bliss, but arousal and a need for release.
It’s only moments before your groaning, jaw locked, feeling the heat rise from your core and flood over you. Jin’s thrusts don’t slow, an unpredictable pattern as he feels you clench around him, and the feeling of being fucked by someone who doesn’t know your body quite as well has the heat coiling hot and spurting in long waves.
It knocks the breath out of you. Only when you regain the feeling of your breath do you hear yourself whimpering against the girth of his cock against your sensitive walls.
“Shh,” Hoseok chides, a hand on Jin’s shoulder asking him to stop. “That was so good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” you nod quickly, trying to catch your breath. Then, you look at Jin to reassure him. “So good.”
“My turn?” Hoseok asks, and despite the pulsing of your core, you already find yourself aching for me. You nod quickly again.
“God, you’re so good for us,” Hoseok leans over to kiss your forehead. “Think you can handle both of us?”
You nod again, lips loose but nothing coming out. You’d take them anyway.
“Flip her over.”
Your legs drop to the bed, and Jin’s large hands grip your waist. He kisses your shoulder as he leans in to lift you up and over. Your knees hit the sheets, but Jin takes the time to align them for you, lowering you down gently.
“You handle her so well,” Hoseok says, and you can hear a kind of gratitude in his voice.
“Like you said,” Jin responds, “she deserves it.”
“True, she took your cock so well,” Hoseok says. “Fat cock like yours, probably makes all the girls cry.”
“Not this one,” Jin’s voice from behind you sounds a bit bashful.
“Not yet.”
You groan at that, Hoseok’s hand tracing down your back to let you know where he is. But he gets off the bed.
“Come here.”
You turn, not sure who he’s talking to. But you feel the bed move behind you, and then Jin is standing in front of Hoseok. They take a moment, then Jin’s unbuttoning his shirt. As he opens each button, he places a kiss on the new skin exposed. He watches Hoseok who rests his hands on his bare waist. He unbuttons his slacks, letting them fall to the floor. Then, he’s tugging down Hoseok’s boxer briefs. Once free, his curved cock bobs next to Jin’s thick, heavy cock.
“If you’re going to fuck her again, might need a little help,” Hoseok says, and you can see his wink from here. Your heart swoops as your boyfriend drops to his knees. And your stomach drops when he finds your gaze, holds it, and grips Jin’s cock. He sticks out his tongue, opening his mouth, and takes Jin as far as he can. You see the squint in his eyes as he accommodates before they roll back, enjoying the taste of another man’s cocked soaked in your juices.
Your knees shake as you watch. Jin’s, too, from the looks of it. Hoseok pulls off after only a few sucks and spits onto the end of his cock, letting it drip from his lips and smears it down his cock. He stands, placing his finger under Jin’s chin to give him a chaste kiss. “There, that’s better.”
Jin doesn’t even answer, just dumbly nods as you would. Then both men are crawling back onto the bed. You feel their hands on your body, letting them know where you are, and you’re torn between leaning into Hoseok’s hand under your chin or back into Jin’s hips.
“Fuck her good just like last time,” Hoseok’s voice comes from above. You close your eyes as Jin’s cock traces between your folds, knowing that the new wet sensation is Hoseok’s saliva. And then Hoseok’s gripping your shoulders, lifting you onto your elbows. His legs dip wide, all those years of yoga paying off.
You whine as Jin presses in again, the sensitivity overwhelming but leaving you needy.
With a finger under your chin just like he’d done with Jin, Hoseok tilts your head to his gaze, which is hard to meet when his cock brushes your cheek. “Think you can take my cock while he fucks you?”
You don’t answer. You let your tongue hang as you search for Hoseok’s cock again, turning your head at awkward angles. He swears under his breath then guides you onto his cock. Jin slows to make the alignment easier, but the movement as you shuffle on your elbows has his cock pulsing inside you.
“Damn, look at you,” Hoseok murmurs. “Taking what you need. Sucking me raw and sucking him in.”
You moan, the heady taste of Hoseok’s cock filling your senses. Then you’re reminded of the cock between your thighs, firm hands on your hips, and everything mixes together again. The last touch is Hoseok’s hand under your throat, feeling his cock brush by.
Jin thrusts again, but slower, more steady, deeper. You choke on a moan and feel drool slip from your mouth and down Hoseok’s cock.
“Good, just breathe for me, princessa” Hoseok says in a low voice, rocking his hips slowly. You don’t need to do anything but breathe. They both move, holding you steady, and you let your jaw hang open, let your knees relax as Jin holds you upright.
They rock into you, cock rubbing the back of your throat and the other brushing your gspot. And you feel it coming again. You whine, whimper, and feel your elbows start to collapse as your next orgasm rocks through you, your clit pulsing against the lack of attention, your body moving forward away from Jin’s relentless thrusts only to choke on Hoseok’s cock. It’s so much, so good.
Then Hoseok’s swearing and coming. You feel the hot stickiness spill down your throat, probably taken by surprise at your attempts to swallow down air. It’s the sweetest kind of victory, to fill his load spill into your mouth involuntarily, to know you work him over that good. You lap it up, trying to swallow, to take him deeper, but it’s too much. Not when Jin jostles you forward, and your eager mouth chokes on the lack of air. You whimper, unable to catch a breath.
“Hey, hey,” Hoseok responds when you whimper and choke. He pulls out, but that’s not what you want. You feel half empty, in need of being overtaken, of being nothing but their doll.
“Please,” you finally speak on your own, voice raspy, and Jin groans at the need in your voice. You only now notice the soothing circles he rubs into your hips.
Hoseok strokes your cheeks, pulls your hair out of your face, and directs Jin once again, “Pull her up.”
Your brain feels dizzy as warm hands wrap around your waist and pull you up right. You gasp, pressed against Jin’s chest. His skin is damp with exertion, but you smell that sweet floral scent. And as Hoseok shuffles forward to be chest to chest as well, you take in his smell as well. It mingles around you, dizzying, and you drop your head to Jin’s shoulder with a sigh.
“Yeah, feeling good, aren’t you?” Hoseok purs, grabbing Jin’s hands and repositioning them over your breasts. You moan as he takes the hint, kneading hard as he starts to thrust again. You whimper, the sensation almost too much now.
Hoseok cradles your face and wipes the tears spilling down your cheeks from deepthroating. “Can you give me one more, princessa? Cum for me one more time?”
You sob around your yes, body wracked with relief and the exhaustion starting to set into your bones in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. Hoseok kisses you as Jin picks up the pace. And the faster Jin goes, the more intense Hoseok’s kisses become. You’re pliant to his mouth, letting his tongue dip deep, moaning openly as you feel the two men take apart every part of your body.
And then, Hoseok’s mouthing at your jaw, down your neck, his hands moving lower, until his slim fingers scissor around your clit, close enough to have your hips bucking but not enough to make it sting.
And you hear moaning. You realize Hoseok’s kissing Jin over your shoulder, the other man’s thrusts becoming distracted, erratic. His grip on your breasts gets tighter, and Hoseok holds your hip to keep you in place as he rolls small circles around your clit. He’s so focused despite occupied with both of you, and you just let your head fall back, hearing the two men moan over your own gasps and whimpers, hot and sticky between them, and you cum again. It’s short, hot, and burns in the best way possible as you dig your fingers into Hoseok’s biceps for support.
Jin swears behind you, and Hoseok tells him he can come. It’s almost instant, and you feel his hips still just as your body starts to ride into overstimulation. He lowers his hands as he shivers, rubbing over your rib cage, Hoseok’s hands back on your face, wiping away more tears.
You don’t remember when you closed your eyes, but when you open them, you can’t believe how wrecked he looks. There’s a sated hunger in his hooded eyes, but his lips are red, hair mussed, chest still heaving despite coming before both of you. It’s a lot to take in, but you find your eyes falling closed again.
“Okay, come on,” Hoseok coos, and you realize he’s talking to both of you as Jin gently pulls out of you, and you fall forward onto Hoseok. He guides you down onto the bed, and Jin falls opposite you. Hoseok rolls to the bedside table, opens a bottle of water, and passes it to Jin for a sip.
Hoseok holds his hand to take the bottle back, but to both your surprise, Jin gently turns your face in his direction, holding the bottle to your lips for a drink. It’s refreshing, after the tears and the deepthroating and the exertion. And despite the crispness of the water, your chest feels warm at the endearment of the stranger. And when he tips the bottle back and hands it to Hoseok, you see the same feeling in his expression.
Hoseok settles in, throwing a leg over the both of you. Out of the scene, his easy going smile spreads across his face. “That was fun.”
You giggle, rubbing a hand over both the men’s hips as they turn into you. “Of course it was. Thanks for that.”
“Oh,” Jin starts, sleepy eyes opening.
You both look over, and he blushes. “I just… I haven’t heard your voice much and it sounds nice.”
Your face burns, but Hoseok’s laughing so hard the bed shakes. “Oh, I think he likes you!”
“I mean,” Jin blushes again, starting to sit up. “I just fucked you, so to some extent.”
“Awh, he’s being shy now, too!” Hoseok continues to giggle, but you note the awkwardness in Jin’s body language. Hoseok’s usually a good judge of social settings, but the postcoital bliss has him a little too carefree.
“I like your voice, too,” you try, but the compliment feels awkward. Jin gives an awkward smile to match, then moves to the edge of the bed.
“I guess I should, uh, go now,” he says. And it’s odd. There was a kind of excitement to his nervousness before but this feels different.
And you feel different. You and Hoseok have done this before, but this guy was… great. The best. There was something nice, from the way you watched them chat it up to how well he read your needs.
“Wait,” Hoseok says before you can. Your head whips around in mild surprise to hear it from him. Hoseok gives you a look, a question, and you nod. Always on the same wavelength, still. “I was going to order some wings. She always orders a ton but never finishes. Want to help out?”
Jin turns from where he faces away, his eyes a little too wide, a little hopeful. And something in it makes your heart twist. Hoseok’s grip on your waist tightens just a bit, too. Interest.
“You don’t have to,” Jin mumbles.
“I want to,” you chime in now. “Plus, that was way too short for cuddling. Now I’m cold.”
Jin snorts at that. Tension eases from his shoulders, and he rolls back over. Hoseok pulls him close, fussing over the both of you as he throws one of the blankets on top of your naked bodies.
And it’s new, but it feels familiar. A stranger in your bed shouldn’t feel so comfortable, but there’s something about the way Jin hums when Hoseok ruffles his hair and how he knows just where to fit his arm over the curve of your waist. It makes you want this again already.
Maybe you could. Especially when you roll over to see Hoseok’s mischievous grin back on his face. Maybe this will be something more.
Hey baybe. How about a hobi x jin x reader fluffy drabble? Like making dinner together or something? Idk, feel free to completely deviate —🐧🐧
Hi darling! I’m sorry this took me a little bit to get to. I was surprisingly busy for a bit there lol. But I didn’t forget about you~
So it sounds like you’re looking for domestic fluffy 2seok x reader. Yes! 2seok is so underrated and I love those two so much
WC: 412
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You walked through the front door, exhausted after a long day at work. As you placed your coat on a hook, the smell of something delicious being cooked brought a smile onto your face, and you quickly followed it to the kitchen.
The sight you were met with was one you had seen many times, but could never get sick of. The two most important people in your life were working together seamlessly to cook dinner.
Hoseok was the first to notice your presence, gifting me one of his beautiful smiles. “Welcome home, baby,” he said.
You walked up to your boyfriends, standing behind them so you didn’t get in the way. Hoseok turned around just enough to place a quick peck to your lips.
“How was work today, sweetheart?” Seokjin asked, following up Hoseok’s kiss with one of his own.
“Tiring,” you admitted. “It felt like I was the only one actually doing work today while everyone else just sat around. I’m exhausted.”
“Go sit down then,” Jin said. “Hobi and I are almost done with dinner, and after we eat we can relax, help you feel better. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds wonderful,” you answered. “What did I do to deserve the two best boyfriends in the world?”
“I wonder that about both of you every single day,” Hoseok replied. He finished cooking what he had been working on, and took the liberty of his hands being free to wrap his arms around you.
Jin hummed. “Seems like someone’s giving a little favoritism for someone who claims that he loves both of us equally.”
“I don’t want to accidentally make you burn yourself or something, hyung,” Hoseok defended. But still, he let go of you to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek, smacking his lips loudly. “You know I love you.”
“Of course he does,” I said. “He was just fishing, as usual.”
“Hey!” Jin indignantly yelled. “Aren’t I allowed to expect love from my boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Of course you are,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss on his opposite cheek. “You’re cute when you act love-starved.”
Hoseok laughed at the obvious fake pout that Seokjin wore when he pretended to be offended.
“Oh yeah, you were supposed to go sit down, missy,” Hoseok said, suddenly ushering you out of the kitchen. “Go get changed into some comfy clothes and relax. Let us pamper you tonight, okay?”
You really did have the best boyfriends in the world.
oooh i love drabbles & drabble games 👏😭 okok can i get poly 2seok + "we are penguins and we do not associate with zebras thank u very much" 💕 i want to see what you make of this LOL
(oh worm 😂)
“We are penguins and we do not associate with zebras.”
“Betrayer!” You cried, getting out the best fake crying face you could muster.
“You’re the one who decided to join the zebra team!” Seokjin accused, mimicking Hoseok’s sassy expression with their chins held up high and making you feel even more small.
“But zebras are cuter,” you continued whining, foot stomping against the grass, upset over the fact that the two of them caught you before you could grab their flag.
“Ugh, get her to shut up already.” From a few feet away, Yoongi groaned as he rolled his eyes. Being on the lookout for the guards (Seokjin and Hoseok), it gave him an excuse to do something when in reality, your senior classmate was just lying on a tree, trying to take a nap.
“We’re trying, you know how much of a sore loser Y/N is,” Hoseok clapped back and you made an offended face.
“You take that back!”
“Nuh uh!”
“Fine!” You pouted. “I don’t love you anymore!”
At those words, your boyfriend was quick to object. “Take that back! You do love me!”
“I love Seokjin more,” you said stubbornly, turning your body away from him and towards your older boyfriend.
“But he’s on the penguin team too!”
“Oppa, Hobi’s being a meanie.”
“No I’m not!”
Seokjin couldn’t help himself from laughing at the way you crawled into his arms, seeking shelter from the other male while Hoseok pouted, eyes with a glint of pain because you claimed to love Seokjin more than him. But Hoseok should have known that your love was equal for the both of them and that you were just teasing him.
“Hyung~” Hoseok whined, tugging onto Seokjin’s sleeve, eyes begging for him to talk to you and fix things.
“Y/N-ah, Hobi’s gonna cry.”
That was enough to have you gasping and quickly turning around to place a kiss on Hoseok’s lips.
“You know I was joking! I love you both equally even though you’re on the freaking penguin team!”
From a few feet above, you all heard Min Yoongi shouting “Gross!”
Floating… through a substantial amount of emptiness. There’s nothing around, nothing to be seen, or felt, or heard. Time must be ticking by, the world is ever in motion but… are you even in your own world anymore? The darkness took over so fast and now you just exist in this cold space that’s all too familiar.
You float on for days, spinning slowly in what can only be the Other. It’s not really days, it can’t be since time works differently here. You’ve reached into it countless times, trying to connect with different spirits to help them pass on. Even sometimes to lead a darker entity away from the path of those who have called for help. Never have you been pulled into it though, ripped from your own world unwillingly, lost among the spirit realms. Trying to come into focus, you squint your eyes, studying the darkness to find anything other than that. You get your wish sooner than you thought you would…
It's there, in some grotesque form. Eyes black holes sitting on a sunken face. It looks tortured, mangled even, body covered in lacerations and welts, blood dripping everywhere. If you were anyone else, you’d be terrified and ready to run. You know though that this is a front, it wants for you to be scared of it. The entity drifts closer until its face is directly in front of yours, mouth open to display decaying teeth, broken and corroded from what must be years of tormenting. The screaming becomes louder for just a moment, calls of your names trying to reach you but not quite making it.
A rumble rips from its body, echoing through the void and into your skull. Its bizarre, a sound that doesn’t make sense to you, nothing you’ve ever heard before. A hand raises up from its form, long spindly fingers covered in liquid raising to hold high above your head as you stare back in defiance. You won’t be shaken by this, you can’t for the sake of Hoseok and Seokjin. The substance drips onto your face, running down the planes of it and sinking into the fabric of your clothes. A bit gets into your mouth and eyes, and the urge to wretch becomes strong.
Everything moves quickly then, fingers coming down to wrap around your throat, teeth sinking into your form. The loudest of the screams rips through the void, although it comes out as little more than a whisper in reality. Its loud enough to get your attention though, loud enough to draw you away from the Other. Once again, you’re ripped through space, moving through time until you’re back in your actual body. This is familiar, the feeling of sinking into your physical form once again after walking on a different plane of existence. Twitching a few fingers, you lull your head back and forth before opening your eyes, screams that sounded far away becoming shrill.
“Oh my god! Oh my god, we thought you were DEAD!” Blinking slowly, you cringe a bit as the light of the room pierces into your skull. It’s been dark for so long but now everything’s lit up. Hoseok and Seokjin are above you, peering down to try and figure out what’s going on. You realize rather quickly that your head is resting on a thick thigh, Hoseok’s thigh to be exact. You suppose idly that it makes for a pretty good pillow after a fall.
“Nope, still kicking it seems. How long was I out for?” You say it so casually, both men stare at you still like you’ve grown an extra head. Seokjin moves closer, large hand coming up to your forehead ever so gently. He brushes it against your heated skin, worried that you might have a fever, or maybe you’re just losing your damn mind. You must be as you ponder on the idea that both of their touches are rather comforting, and you want more of it.
“About ten minutes give or take. I know I’m pretty good looking, but it seems I’ve swept you off your feet, huh beautiful?” You blink owlishly at Seokjin, stunned at the words that come out of his mouth. Hoseok lets out a screech above you, a few shrill giggles leaving his heart shaped lips at the comment.
“Don’t pay attention to him, he likes to joke to lighten the mood… and subtly flirt. It’s his coping mechanism, I can’t even count the number of times we’ve made out whe-” Seokjin leans over you instantly to attack Hoseok, flicking him a few times on the forehead to get back at him. He can’t get very far with half of your body draped over his lap, so he sits patiently and endures his punishment. You sit up from your place slowly, Hoseok’s hand ready to catch you if you fall back, letting all the puzzle pieces fall into place.
“Ah, so you two are together? Not that it’s any of my business really but… it could help me… with the investigation…” Bullshit. It wouldn’t really, but you can’t help but to be curious if they’re dating or not. Mostly because they’re both insanely attractive now that they’ve taken care of you in a vulnerable state, they almost look like angels in comparison to whatever the fuck the entity is trying to morph into. The men laugh a bit nervously then, Seokjin’s ears turning red while Hoseok rubs the back of his neck a bit.
“No, we’re not. We just mess around sometimes, although I’m pretty sure Hobi is on love with me, so there’s that.” Seokjin takes off after that, running for the kitchen area as Hoseok runs after quickly behind him, yelling about injustice and Seokjin’s huge blabber mouth. You stand gradually, glancing back at the door you had tried to enter before. It no longer holds that sense unease, but you decide not to go in without being accompanied by one of the apartment owners. The yelling continues as Seokjin vaults down the hallway again, rounding your from to stand behind you, hands settling on your shoulders. Hoseok comes around the corner again, fly swatter in his hand as he observes the scene.
“Oh, so you decided to use our pretty medium as a shield? That’s crafty man.” … Pretty? Seokjin’s hands are firm on your shoulders as he leads you down the hallway, pushing you toward the living room and onto one of the couches. He pats your head once before leaving for the kitchen, Hoseok plopping down next to you with wide eyes.
“What exactly happened? You just kind of passed out all of a sudden, I’m glad I was able to catch you in time…” He trails off, his usual happy-go-lucky grin turned into a pensive frown. You’re not even sure where to start with everything. The Other is a lot to take in, and the concept of it is relatively confusing. Fidgeting in your spot, you listen to Seokjin bang and clang around in the kitchen before trying to explain what happened.
“Well, I was sucked into the Other. It’s essentially like a spirit realm. It’s where ghosts, spirits, and even demons wander after death if they’re unable to pass on. Um, maybe compare it to limbo? It’s after death but not quite moving on from it. People linger because of sadness, anger, unfinished business. There’s a lot of reasons.” Hoseok nods along, looking a bit uncertain as he tries to absorb the information properly. Seokjin comes back over, fresh mugs of coffee in his hands, a gentle smile on his face as he sits down. It’s late now, but you’ll probably need the caffein in the long run.
“The demon, which is a term I’m now confident with using, pulled me into it. I know it was only for ten minutes like you said, but it felt like days. Time doesn’t work the same, it moves much faster, but it also feels like everything is stopped. It’s unsettling and hard to traverse… Either way, the point is, is that this thing is very, very dangerous. I know what it looks like now but ill have to do a lot of research… I’m worried about leaving you two alone now though…” They both look slightly perplexed, but that’s to be expected. Seokjin leans forward in his seat, gaze thoughtful as it lands on you. You grab fir your coffee and take a quick gulp, impressed with how good it is.
“You could stay here with us for the time being? We have a spare bedroom after all… I think we would feel better with you around anyway.” Trying not to spit out the coffee, your eyes bug out as both men mumble back and forth to each other, nodding about whatever they’re whispering about. Living with them…? Living with two very attractive men who you’re currently trying to help out because a demon’s terrorizing them? It’s not the worst idea but you also didn’t want to bother them with your presence. However, the demon could hurt them and that’s just not an option.
“Alright, I’ll stay… Tomorrow ill head home and get some of my stuff. I’ll also have to go to the library… Hmmm…” You continue to whisper to yourself about everything that need to be done, which is turning out to be quite the list. Seokjin elbows Hoseok slightly, and he nods his head before focusing on you again. They look adorable, eyes trained on you, both wide with wonder.
“How about we come with you? We can tell you more about the stuff we’ve seen and uh, get to know each other a little better.”
Tags: Ghost/Demon!AU!, Mentions of bodily harm/injuries, General spookiness/horror themes, Reader can see some spooky shit.
Notes: I’m REALLY enjoying this series a lot. Most of it was written last night but I wrapped things up so I could post it today since I can’t continue Celebration Weekend like I wanted to. I hope everyone likes it!
“So, based on what I’ve seen and what I’ve… felt. I do believe something rather malevolent is haunting the two of you... or perhaps, your apartment.” Scratching Hoseok out of nowhere and then attacking Jin minutes later was rather brash for something that didn’t hold any sort of hard feelings. The entity clearly doesn’t like you being around, willing to try and manifest itself in a more physical plane to get rid of you. It’s unfortunate it caught onto your nature so quickly, but you suppose that you didn’t come in disguised.
“Malevolent? Like, something evil?” You nod silently. Whatever it is, likely a demon, is bad news for all parties. You can’t see that you’ve ever seen something quite this bad before, but either way, you’re dedicated to dealing with it. They called you specifically, they were trusting you to take care of it…. So, you were going to. Even if you’re unsure as to how at this point. After the events of tonight, you know you’ll have to do some extensive research.
“It didn’t do things like this till you arrived; it was never mean to us before, just a little cheeky.” A small laugh leaves you at that, Hoseok’s bubbly demeanor lightening the situation up. He seems rather high spirited considering he and Seokjin were just attacked moments ago, but that’ll be good in the long run.
“Not cheeky enough to laugh at my jokes.” What an odd pair. For some reason you can easily see Seokjin trying to tell jokes at 3am to thin air, and another laugh leaves you. At least they’re trying to make the nest out of the situation. Choosing to pass Seokjin’s comment, you address what Hoseok said instead.
“That’s the thing, it clearly sees me as a threat. Which in itself tells me that there’s something more sinister at play. Spirits and… demons don’t like me because they know I can essentially get rid of them. It’s always been like that.” Normal spirits, those who have passed on and are just trying to get to the other side… they never bother you. They wander aimlessly some of the time sure, but never take on a hostile nature that a demon would. Fuck, you hope so badly that it isn’t a demon… Hoseok bristles in his spot, a perturbed look on his face before he directs another question your way.
“So, you can get rid of Petunia then?” You give Hoseok a very pointed look, and he cringes before bringing his hand over his mouth to zip his lips and toss they key away. “Petunia” would be dealt with, you’d make sure of it, but you still have a very small understanding of how the entity came to be. Cracking a few of your fingers, you look around and address them both again.
“Yes Hoseok, but I need to first figure out why the entity is here, what it tied itself to. Do you mind if I take a look around your apartment? I’ll need to look at every room if that’s alright.” The men stand up from their couch, gesturing for you to do what you must. Standing from your spot, you grab your sketchbook again and decide to go to the kitchen.
Nothing in particular seems to be lingering in the living room, so perhaps the source of issue lays somewhere else. Their apartment is super spacious, and you can’t help but to be curious what they do for work as you notice how nice the kitchen is. Both men trail behind you, and you let them, knowing it can’t hurt to stick together right now. Seokjin wanders closer to you as you slide a hand over the marble countertop, content to feel nothing out of the ordinary. It’s connected to the living room, and you can’t sense anything really, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Hoseok did mention knives disappearing and reappearing after all.
“So, you can see things…? I mean, don’t feel like you have to answer…” Seokjin’s voice gets quiet, but you shake your head to tell him its fine. Most people have questions and you’ve never minded answering them. It’s important they know what they’re getting themselves into anyway and having to deal with your sight is one thing that could actually end up scaring them. Wandering out of the kitchen and toward the bathroom Seokjin was attacked in, you answer quietly.
“Yes, I can ‘see things’, if by that you mean entities. Usually, they have to reveal themselves to the human eye, but not for me. They exist everywhere… But most of them are harmless.” Like right now, you can see a lingering blackness in the bathroom. Specifically, wrapped around the shower curtain that was nearly used to strangle Seokjin earlier on. Again, you decide not to mention it to them, not wanting to scare the poor men any further for now. Taking down a few notes, you shield it as the men try and lean over your shoulder to see. Even if the entity lingers here, nothing feels particularly off in the air.
“Can you do anything else?” Hoseok’s eyes are practically glittering as he asks, his curiosity clear to both you and Seokjin. Letting out a little hum, you wander past them both and out the door to the hallway, making your way over to the next door. There’s a little sticker of a colorful flower on it, and if you’ve learned anything in the past few hours, it likely belongs to Hoseok.
“I can sense auras if that makes sense, not just of entities but also people. That… takes a little extra work though. I have to really focus and draw from the person.” Opening the door up, you peek inside and can’t help to smile. The room is bright even at night, pretty colors scattered about the clean looking room. Not a thing is out of place it seems, and you note that Hoseok likes to keep things tidy. There are traces of him all over the place, very faint wisps of yellow scattered all over. As you go to slide a hand across his comforter, a loud bang comes from the ceiling. You all pause, glancing up slowly on hopes it was just a coincidence. The things is though, they live on the top floor.
It comes again, but in quick succession. One, two three… One, two, three. Bad things always come in threes. You try and ignore it, but the final bang is so loud and harsh, a crack appears in the ceiling as dust falls onto your heads. Hoseok flings himself into Seokjin’s arms as the other man remains frozen, holding his friend close to him.
“HOLY FUCK!” A loud cry rings throughout the house, something that could never be made from a human. It sounds incorrect, like something that should never be heard by anyone. Seokjin grabs for your hand, and you let him, unsure if you’re the one comforting him or vice versa. It stops then, just as quickly as it stated, and things go dead silent. You all glance at each other, slowly untangling from one another, you clear your throat and decide to just move on, not letting the thing know that you’re uncomfortable with how things are turning out.
“Moving on then… I’d like to see the next room please.” There’s nothing you can do yet, not till you have a better understanding of why its here. Seokjin nods and leads you out of Hoseok’s room and further down the hallway. Hoseok follows very closely, his body practically attached to you as you wander out of his room, but you can’t help but pause as goosebumps suddenly wash across your skin. Something isn’t right.
“What’s that room down there?” You can see it clearly now, the blackness seeping from under the cracks of the door. It’s there, it has to be there. You couldn’t sense it before, but now it obviously wants to make itself known to you now.
“Hm? Oh, that’s our shared office. It’s the biggest room in the place, so we decided to share it since there’s more than enough room for both of our desks.” They can’t see it, small smiles on their faces. That’s good though, it’s likely then that the entity isn’t strong enough to show itself off yet, not in big ways at least. Walking to the door slowly, you make sure to be in front of them as you place a hand on the knob. It’s freezing to the touch, making you flinch a little at the feeling. Seokjin rests a hand on your shoulder from behind, voice gently wafting through the air.
“Are you alright…?” You force a wry smile to your face as you turn your head to him, trying your best to reassure the men that everything was fine. It wasn’t though, not really. The energy behind the door was starting to get stronger, so doing what you think is best, you twist the knob and try to open it. Maybe you would be able to handle the situation, or at least get the entity to rear its head so you could force it to back down for now.
A mistake.
It’s taking over you abruptly, the blackness. You can’t see, not really as the intense coldness washes over your whole body, leaving you paralyzed in the darkness. There’s nothing to feel, all of your senses being slowly cut off, the screams of Hoseok and Seokjin getting quieter and quieter as you sink into oblivion.
Warning/Tags: established relationship, poly, explicit language, doggos, Seokjin and Hoseok babying the reader
word count: 3.2k
Songspo: “Easy 60s” playlist on Spotify
a/n: this may be the only sfw fic I ever write; it’s kind of an epilogue/prologue to the whole story. Big TY to @joonsrack for the banner which fits the fic’s light and cutesy mood so well.
