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🍭Summary: when your gut tells you that there's something more between two of your friends, you get caught in the crossfire 🍭Pairing: Reader(f) x Park Seonghwa x Choi San 🍭Genre: smut 🍭Au: non idol 🍭Trope: friends with benefits, secret relationship, situationship, slow burn throuple, forbidden love 🍭Inspired by this nsfw fanart, my brain just can't help itself. Go give this some love 🍭Rating: 18+, MDNI 🍭Word Count: 9,112 (help I SAY HELP WHY IS THIS SO LONG) 🍭Warnings: weed smoking, drinking alcohol, mxm, anal (m), implied sex with protection, top! Seonghwa, bottom! San, voyeurism, mean! dom! Seonghwa, brat! sub! reader, blushy! switch! San, petnames (Seonghwa calls you Lover), Seonghwa=Hyung to San, kinky physical overpowering, oral (m), face-fucking, dacryphilia, degradation kink, foot up the leg under the table kink?, sexual innuendos, Seonghwa's got anger issues loads of anger issues, Seonghwa's a jealous prick too?, he's pretty much high on power in this, exhibitionism, somnophilia, questionable pre-negotiation of kinks, dub-con, cum drinking, dick tapping on tongue, seonghwa calls reader a good girl at some point, love bites, oral (f), restrained by San's big muscles, pussy slaps, fingering (f), the illusion of noncon, breast play, mental check-in/aftercare 🍭Author's note: TO WHOM THIS MAY CONCERN (me @ my brain) can we GET OFF THIS RIDE PLS i had to chip away at this like i was a sculptor with a boulder until it was expelled from my brain. thanks to @potatomountain i'm here once again highlowkey blaming ares for letting my imagination run away from me. i'm still in pain, much love, topaz 🍭divider by @/cursed-carmine
Something is different between Seonghwa and San. You can't put your finger on it. It isn’t quite a gut instinct. Seonghwa lets his hands linger on San, like he’s admiring the smooth sanding of a handcarved item. For just a brief instance, of course. On the shoulder. Around San’s waist. But it is remaining for just a second longer than friendly. You can tell no one else notices because you don't meet anyone's eyes as you scan the room. In fact, you start to convince yourself that you're looking too deep into it.
But you cannot shake this feeling. It's not just the lingering touches. Or their eyes keeping locked with secret messages. It's the way San seems to defer to Seonghwa and the reaction of doing so makes San pink and Seonghwa smug. It's the way they both seem to disappear at the same time but come back separately. It's the way they won't even acknowledge each other after; that's what's drawing your attention.
You observe them for a while, quietly, not speaking to anyone about it because you know they'll brush you off. ‘It's just San with his favorite hyung’, they'll say.
Then it happens during one of your get-togethers. Yunho and Yeosang are hosting, having been roomies even after they both graduated university. Everyone's here. Wooyoung is quietly focused on rolling a joint. Hongjoong and Mingi are arguing about politics. Yeosang and Yunho are playing a versus game of FIFA on the big screen, Jongho observing as if he's a professional. San has already slipped away, and Seonghwa has followed him. It was time to prove how wrong you've been about this. You were eager to rid yourself of this mystery.
Making an excuse, you get up between Hongjoong and Mingi, passing the kitchen and taking a turn. Down the hallway, you can see the bathroom is open. You pass it and pause, peering into Yeosang's room. His setup for gaming is goals but not what you're looking for. Yunho’s bedroom is at the end and the door is closed.
San and Seonghwa could have gone for a walk. Gotten some air. Yunho could have closed his door because his room was a mess. There's a dozen reasons for your current predicament. But there was only one current reality. That sky comes falling down on your head as you crack open Yunho’s bedroom door.
Your mind almost breaks at what you see occurring on poor Yunho’s king-sized bed. San is face down, pink with pleasure, small puffs of air leaving his plush lips. His jeans and underwear are pushed down barely past his generous ass. And Seonghwa? His pelvis is pressed against San’s bottom. His back is arched and the small accessories he clipped into his hair last week to celebrate the start of summer tinkle merrily as he rocks into San.
“Ah,” San whines. “Hyung!”
It's almost as if a car is crashing. You want to look away but you absolutely cannot. That is ultimately what fucks you over.
Because Seonghwa, despite the focus he should be lasered in on being beneath him, his eyes are raised to meet yours. They widen for a fraction of a second before he gets a malicious glint in his eyes, almost competitive. The pretty boy's hands curl under San’s hips, adjusting the angle slightly, and then he sharply thrusts into San. The result is San’s quiet whimpers being blown into a husky, loud moan. San slaps his hand over his mouth, clearly worried about someone hearing him. But Seonghwa’s grown a smirk, so proud and so powerful, and it's aimed directly around you.
You fall backwards, pushing away from the taboo scene in front of you. You were right. You had been horribly, accurately right.
You half crawl, stumble and eventually get to your feet. You move back to the living room, feeling like a ghost that just left their body. You weren't attached to reality right now. There was no way in hell this wasn't some fucked up daydream that you concocted because what do you mean Seonghwa was fucking San?
The golden rule was that no one canoodled with each other. It was an easy way to fuck up a friend group. Everyone depended on each other so much. Young adult friendships blossoming into adult support systems. This was everything, and at all costs, could not be sacrificed for some hormone-induced fun.
Apparently not, if Seonghwa was fucking San.
You sit down, Hongjoong and Mingi having moved closer, leaving you on the end of the couch now. Wooyoung’s finished his joint rolling. He grabs one and puts it in his mouth. The simple act of pulling it out, looking to dampen the paper so that it will evenly burn on all sides, has you falling apart at the seams. Did San do that with Seonghwa, or was that another act of supremacy Seonghwa did to San?
“I gotta go,” You say abruptly.
Hongjoong cocks his head at you? “Before we smoke?” Clearly not the norm for you.
“I just finished rolling!” Wooyoung protests. “At least smoke one with me! No one will bother to Potterhead talk with me, please!”
You shake your head, pulling your sweater up your shoulders. “I'm not feeling well.”
San enters the room at this exact moment, something you had been hoping to avoid. Ever the gentleman, he says “I'll walk you home.” Used to this, he doesn't even anticipate an answer, he simply moves to the side table by the door where he had thrown his keys.
“Nah. I live so close. You don't have to bother,” You say, shifting by him, making sure you don't brush against him even by accident.
That's clearly the wrong answer because suddenly everyone is staring at you. You like when San walks you home. You feel safe. The last time you said no was the first time San offered, feeling like he only extended it because you were a girl. It felt insulting. You had come to enjoy the quiet time, two introverts not having to fill the space.
You shove your shoes on. “It's nice out. I just want to…have my thoughts to myself. Okay?”
You look around and Jongho nods in understanding. “Yeah. Whatever you need.”
You leave but that doesn't settle everything.
San is staring at the door like a dog whose owner just left them behind.
“Something's wrong,” Yeosang says.
“No shit,” Wooyoung snorts. “She didn't even take a joint for the road. I rolled one for her walk back.”
Seonghwa strides into the living room as if there isn't anything going on. “I'm going to the convenience store. I need something for my sweet tooth.”
No one questions that remark. Except for Wooyoung, who lost Potterhead number two.
Seonghwa’s on you before you can even leave the driveway from Yunho and Yeosang’s apartment building.
“Wait up!” He calls after you.
Your shoulders hunch and you start to walk faster. He curses under his breath and starts jogging to catch up with you.
“Where are you off to in such a rush?”
Was that how it was going to be? The two of you pretend like nothing ever occurred?
“I'm going home, Seonghwa.”
“I'll get you a fizzy drink. What do you want? Some limited edition thing that's going to make San wrinkle his nose at when he sees the calories?”
Seonghwa’s abreast with you. Your eyes slide to his face but there’s nothing malicious there now. Like it's just another night.
“No. I'm fine.”
Seonghwa shrugs. “Suit yourself. Text the group chat when you get home. You know Yeosang will worry.”
Your paths fork and your shoulders relax. For a moment.
Then you get to your home. With your thoughts. Nothing but your thoughts. That swirl and twirl and haunt you. What the fuck had you just seen? You felt like you were holding a bomb. No, like you had stepped on a landmine and if you took your foot off, your entire friend group would splatter into a million pieces. No one was ever putting Humpty together again.
You start to avoid everyone. How are you going to look San in the eyes ever again? Yunho would be able to sniff your unease in an instant, try to comfort you, most likely break down your walls and get you to talk. You knew beyond a shadow of a doubt you couldn't do that.
But your friends aren't exactly easy to ditch. Busy and sick and tired only work for so long until it's one message from Hongjoong telling you that if you don't get your butt over to Yunho and Yeosang’s Friday night, he's hauling you there himself. You know that's not an empty threat.
“There she is!” Yunho announces with gusto, hand already wrapped around a beer glass with a shot of soju at the bottom. He must have just performed the little ritual. He bottoms up as you move further inside.
Your eyes move around. Wooyoung’s already melted into the couch, clearly opting for Indica instead of Sativa tonight. Maybe he's your best chance at skating by scottfree.
You bounce down beside him on the couch. Wooyoung smiles lazily. “Hey best friend,” he greets you.
“Hey Woo,” You say back.
“Hey Woo,” he parrots back. “How about you hey woo me some chips. I'm starving.”
You gaze around but you don't see any chips. Or San for that matter. Seonghwa is studying a hand of cards, playing with Hongjoong and Jongho.
“I don't think--”
“Hey, you're here,” Yeosang says, sitting on the other side of you.
“Of course I'm here, we had a whole conversation--oh, you mean the ghost.” Wooyoung thumbs in your direction.
“I'm not ghosting you guys,” You say, falling further into the couch. “I told you, I was--”
“Yeah yeah save it for the gullible ones,” Wooyoung swats your words away. “Hey, what happened to the chips?”
Yeosang ignores Wooyoung, gentle eyes on you. “You'd tell us if something was wrong, right?”
“I'm fine,” You reiterate. “Wooyoung, did you smoke everything already?”
Wooyoung limply gestures to the table in front of you. “Help yourself.”
You snatch a joint and make your way to the balcony. You gulp the air greedily before fishing your lighter from your pocket. You put the joint to your lips, flick the lighter, and inhale sharply. You hold it for a few seconds before exhaling. Much better.
San arrives with his arms full of bags. “The munchies have arrived!” Mingi’s behind him with more drinks. The latter peers around. “Did she come?”
Yeosang gestures with a jerk of his chin. “She's on the balcony smoking.”
“Did you ask her what's going on?” Mingi says, putting the drinks in the fridge.
San comes over to sit on the massage chair Yunho isn't frequenting currently. He throws a bag of chips at Wooyoung, who happily pops it open. That causes San to jump and Wooyoung to cackle.
“She says she's fine.” Yeosang’s eyes are back on you again.
“You know…” Yunho sits on the arm of the couch. “She's always more honest with San.”
Mingi and Yeosang both look at their friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Yunho shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe she's more comfortable with him. Or maybe she likes him better than you two peppering her to spill her problems.”
Mingi stiffens at the implications. “Hey. We share a Spotify Playlist. We're close!”
“Will you try?” Yeosang asks San.
San runs a hand through his hair and then immediately begins to fix it. “Okay.”
The balcony door slides open and you know the questions are about to start up again.
“Hey.” San leans over the balcony guardrail, eyes trained to the dusky sky.
“I was wondering when they’d resort to you,” You say.
San’s warm hand skims over the small of your back. He’s warm, no, he’s hotter than a furnace. And in the cooling night air, the touch makes you shiver for multiple reasons. That was the same hand that clenched the sheets while Seonghwa--
You jolt out of San’s touch. “Nothing is wrong. They can send you with popcorn and my answer will still be the same. Because that’s the truth.”
San’s hand was hovering in the air where it had previously been burning your skin. He lets it fall to his side. “Yeah.” He sends you a smile, one that usually breaks you with its dimpled-kindness. “Of course.”
He doesn’t leave and that frustrates you. San is comfortable in the silence when your shoulders rise because of it. You tap out the joint, put it in the slim cigarette tin you carry for that very reason, and slide open the balcony door to go back inside.
This secret, it’s wiggling inside of you. It’s like a maggot under your skin. You can’t dig it out either. It keeps replaying and replaying over and over in your mind.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” You mutter under your breath, avoiding the questioning gazes of your friends.
The others look at San expectantly when he enters back into the room. He shakes his head in defeat. “Whatever it is. She doesn’t want to talk about it. Just let it go.”
Seonghwa’s not going to, however. He knows exactly what’s going on. And if you keep acting up like you are, you’re going to ruin his fun. He stands up. San tilts his head in question, the line of his jaw and the veins in his neck alluring. But Seonghwa ignores the younger man, eyes on the prize. He needs to talk to you again.
The bathroom used to have a lock on the door before Yeosang had broken it. No one had bothered to fix it so Seonghwa had no problem slipping into the bathroom with you.
You’re sitting on the toilet, seat down, face in your hands. You didn’t even hear him come in, you're so overwhelmed with your thoughts.
“You’re going to ruin it,” Seonghwa intones.
“Ruin what?” You say through your hands.
Seonghwa’s fists tighten. “Don't be coy with me. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not your secret keeper so fuck off,” You say blithely.
It takes two steps for Seonghwa’s long legs to bring him to your place on the toilet. Seonghwa judges Yunho for a brief moment about the Spiderman themed cupholder for his toothbrush and then focuses. He slaps your hands out of the way and grips your chin between his fingers.
“I didn’t say anything when I saw you. I could have. But I didn’t.”
Your face burns hot, exploding down your chest and rumbling in your stomach, almost making you sick with embarrassment. “You did that for yourself.”
One side of Seonghwa’s lip creeps up in a shadow of a smirk. “But I also didn’t ruin your fun. Don’t ruin mine.”
You shake your head, denial filming over your eyes. “I can’t make it leave,” You whisper, part confession, part shame.
Seonghwa’s eyes narrow down on you. What’s running through your head? He can’t get a good read on you. “Use your words,” he says.
You swallow loudly. “No.”
Seonghwa’s not quite sure what overcomes him. Perhaps he’s gotten too comfortable with being in control with San. But suddenly he’s knocking your legs apart and tipping your head backwards.
“What is your problem?” He hisses.
You struggle in his hold, his fingers digging painfully into your jaw. Your hands wrap around his wrists and even though you tug, his grasp does not falter. “Let go of me!”
“I will facefuck your mouth until you agree to stop acting like there’s an issue here.”
You freeze at the blatantly sexual threat. Your eyes slowly roll upwards until you meet his eyes. There’s a mean glint in them, just like when he had caught you watching him with San.
“What?” is all you can manage at this moment.
“Is that your problem?” Seonghwa lets out a spiteful laugh. “Were two items taken off your menu?”
“No--that’s not--”
You squeal as Seonghwa presses his body forward, invading your space. He’s directly between your legs now, crotch level with your face--if you were in fact able to look forward.
“Then tell me what’s got you acting so spacey that no one can shake the issue.”
You whimper. Seonghwa’s never heard you make such a soft noise before. San folded like a house of cards for him, but he wasn’t surprised by it. But you… you were a different matter entirely.
You speak before you can even act on any instinct to remain self-conscious. “All I can picture is your back arched as you fuck into San. San’s pretty flushed face at the pleasure. The way your hair swayed--” You lick your lips, eyes glazed and far away.
Seonghwa feels your legs tighten against his. Were you attempting to clench your legs together? His knee props up on the lid of the toilet between your legs and you flinch at the sudden noise.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Seonghwa coos.
Shame washes over you like a cold shower. You shouldn’t. Those are your two friends. You shouldn’t have even seen what you saw. They shouldn’t have broken the golden rule of your friend group. And now you were mixed into this whole fucked up affair. You wanted to escape but you couldn't.
“Fuck you,” you spit out weakly.
You make a noise of distress as Seonghwa’s knee slides along the top of the toilet lid, inching closer to your core.
“Is it that you want to be Sannie? Is that it?” Why Seonghwa feels the need to keep digging is unclear but there’s something twisting him to.
“No! No, Seonghwa, stop this!” You beg.
Oh, he likes that.
His knee wedges against your clit and you let out a depraved moan that’s been threatening to spill from your treacherous lips. Seonghwa lets out a brief sigh, like he’s felt a release as you admit defeat.
“There you are,” He murmurs.
“What are you going to do now?” You can’t help but wonder. Your fate is in Seonghwa’s hands, the same way your head is, in a tight, demanding grip.
Seonghwa releases you like you've suddenly burnt him. “Nothing,” he says coldly.
And then he leaves the bathroom.
You let out a shaky breath. You splash some water on your face, hoping to wake the fuck up from whatever dream that just was. Or was it a nightmare?
You look at yourself in the mirror and you almost don’t recognize her: your pupils are blown, your face is pink, and you look like you just had the best sex of your life. But you hadn't. Seonghwa had barely touched you in that regard. So why did you look so… undone?!
Three days later, when Mingi goes out for his DJ gig, Seonghwa has San's head against the wall of his bedroom, as he slowly fucks into his younger friend's mouth. But Seonghwa's only doing it because San’s eyes were practically begging to be used; seonghwa’s mind is still on you. Why did he do what he did? He's got San wrapped around his pinky finger, what more does he need?
Absent-mindedly, Seonghwa cards his hands through San’s hair as he thinks things through. San’s in his headspace but hums happily around Seonghwa’s length at the touch.
What was it that Seonghwa wanted? He wanted San, compliant and willing for him. That much was evident. The serotonin he got, that blow up to his ego, coming so hard he'd make San blush? That was all worth breaking the stupid cardinal friend rule.
Something that Seonghwa was still chewing on, however, was that depraved little noise you had made when his knee had pushed against your hot core. Was it just his imagination or had he felt you clamping down on nothing?
Seonghwa shakes his head. That didn’t matter when he had Sannie right where he wanted him.
Roughly, he fucks San's throat, enjoying the wet chokes and the tears that run down the apples of San’s cheeks. San's eyelashes sparkle with the tears and Seonghwa knows he's got San in the perfect place because San is whining breathily. San is so turned on right now, Seonghwa bets if he just patted San’s fat cock, he'd come in his pants. How cute.
“That’s it, Sannie. You love taking my cock down your sweet throat, don't you? I bet your balls are aching for release right now. So high against your body, ready to unload into something. Should I buy a pocket mouth for you? You can relieve yourself that way when I leave.”
San protests noisily but doesn't have any wiggle room as Seonghwa thrusts harshly one last time and unloads down San’s throat. He lets out a loud grunt, slowly fucking San’s throat. When he sits back, he wraps his hands around San’s throat and feels as San swallows everything he gave him.
San pouts, cum obscenely clinging to the corners of his red lips. “Hyung!”
The corner of Seonghwa’s lip curls cruelly. “What?”
“Just…” San’s eyes look away. “You don't have to say all that.”
“Oh please,” Seonghwa scoffs. “That's half of the pleasure right there.”
Seonghwa gets off his bed and leaves San there, breathing heavily, to clean himself up. He does so methodically, even to the point of checking himself in the mirror. Maybe he should change the beads in his hair next week.
The way your hair swayed--
Was it that his hair had moved with the trinkets in them? Or was it the reason for the movement that made your cheeks pink?
“Hyung?” San leans against the doorframe. “You talked to her yesterday, didn't you?"
Seonghwa continues to fix his hair in the mirror. “What makes you say that?”
“She was… lighter when she came back from the bathroom. Whatever was weighing her down wasn't as heavy. Did she tell you what's wrong?”
“Something like that.”
San smiles to himself. “Good.”
“Why are you smiling like that?” Seonghwa snaps.
San startles and meets Seonghwa’s eyes in the mirror. “Like what?”
“Whatever.” Seonghwa breezes by San to exit the bathroom. “Let’s go get some food.”
You're not sure either what happened in the bathroom with Seonghwa. In fact, you're really fucking confused. You understand Seonghwa not wanting you to spill the beans on his benefits situation with San but what were the extra bits for? To really dig in that he was the one fucking San?
“So stupid,” You grumble under your breath.
“Can you please stop with this, you're driving me insane,” Hongjoong complains. “I don't care what's wrong anymore but you carry it around like you're nursing it. It's not healthy.”
You sigh heavily. Hongjoong is right, of course. He's always right. “I'm sorry,” You apologize immediately.
Hongjoong glares over the meat he's grilling. “Don't apologize, just ditch it.”
“If I knew how to do that, don't you think I would have already?” You glare right back at him.
Hongjoong grabs a piece of meat with the tongs and holds it out for you. “Then stuff your mouth at least.”
You prepare a piece of lettuce with some of your favorite fixings and offer it. Hongjoong drops the meat and you promptly shove it in your mouth. Your eyes roll back into your head, the flavors bursting through the heat of the meat.
Hongjoong snorts. “Much better.”
The bell for the door of the shop chimes and one of the staff greets the newcomers. You're busy enjoying the food, you don't realize Hongjoong has nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“What are you two doing here?”
You choke and cough, San's voice surprising you. San pats your back. When you can't seem to recover, he leans over, grabs your water and offers it to you. You drink it deeply, dislodging the food in your throat. And still San's hand lingers on your shoulder, gently kneading it.
“I needed to get away from Jongho and Wooyoung bickering,” Hongjoong explains, frowning as Seonghwa sits down and helps himself to the food.
“Ahjumma, two more beef combos, please!” San shouts to the kitchen.
Finally, he sits down beside you, across from Seonghwa. “I'm starving!”
Seonghwa’s eyes don't even glance your way. But he talks directly to you. “You finally decided that it wasn't worth it to ditch all of us anymore?”
You open your mouth but Hongjoong answers for you. “Good food will get her out anywhere.”
Seonghwa nods, contemplating Hongjoong’s words. He stuffs his face again before choosing his next sentence. “Stuffing her face does provide good results.”
San laughs, the depth of that sentence going over his head. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep your emotions in check. “If you're going to eat all our food, at least buy some soju.”
“A bottle of blueberry and strawberry soju too, please!” San shouts a second time.
Hongjoong sends a look of disgust. “So sweet.”
There's an ugly feeling in Seonghwa. He knows the strawberry flavor is for him. The blueberry must be for you. Had Seonghwa never noticed how much San catered to you or had it just not mattered that much to him up to this point? Regardless, the possessive dragon inside of him unfurls its wings.
Seonghwa wiggles his foot out of his shoe and easily finds San’s legs under the table; the younger man is always sitting with his thighs wide open. Seonghwa puts his head in his hand and watches San. As his foot travels higher up San’s inner thigh, San becomes more and more pink.
The ahjumma who runs the BBQ place brings the extra combos and the soju, bustling the table and teasing Hongjoong about his short hair and how handsome he looks now.
It's not until San reaches for the blueberry soju bottle, undoes the cap and reaches for a shot glass to pour for you, that Seonghwa presses hard down on San’s hard-on. The soju sloshes against the metal table as San cries out. He's beyond red and his eyes are on the floor.
Your eyes swing to Seonghwa who happily takes over grilling the meat. You observe San who is apologizing profusely to the ahjumma for spilling the alcohol. In some fucked up way, it was nice to know you hadn't been paranoid previously.
Hongjoong clucks his tongue, ordering two regular bottles of soju before the ahjumma leaves. “Geez, you're so clumsy, San.”
With your stomach full, the soju gives you the finest buzz, the blueberry soju coating sweetness along your tongue. You relax a bit, Hongjoong loosens up as well, and San and Seonghwa gorge themselves on the food they ordered. It's companionable and back to normal.
Except San got coerced into one drink and now he's the one that's sloshed. And it is getting messy. Hongjoong pays the bill and excuses himself, muttering about trying to get away from all the noise of his place was pointless.
And then there were three.
San makes the mistake of focusing on you as the three of you walk down the street. “You'll let me walk you home tonight, right?” San pouts, arms wrapped around you from behind.
“I can’t walk anywhere with you clinging to me like this San,” you grumble.
San leans even more forward, his front pressing against your back. “I'll protect you,” he whispers into the shell of your ear.
He's so fucking warm. If you closed your eyes for just a moment, you might be able to imagine--
“Oh my god, San!” Seonghwa scolds your drunk friend. “Get off of her.”
San stumbles as Seonghwa practically rips San’s arms off of you. In fact, he lands on his butt and blinks up at Seonghwa as if he's not entirely sure why he's looking up to him right now.
“Seonghwa, you don't have to be so rough with him,” you murmur, leaning forward and reaching under San’s arm to help him up.
You can't see Seonghwa’s face but you can certainly hear his tone of depraved glee. “But he likes it that way.”
Fortuitously, San heavily pulls back on you, and with Seonghwa’s barbed comment surprising you, you fall forward into San.
San simply smiles up at you like he doesn't have a care in the world. Your knees are on either side of San’s legs and your hands braced under San’s arms. He's gorgeous like this; hair haloing around him.
That's when you feel Seonghwa’s foot on your ass as he shoves you forward even more. “As a matter of fact, don't you like it rough as well?!” San lets out a very attractive ‘oof’ as your body falls against his, hips digging into his.
“Seonghwa, this isn't funny,” you growl.
“Who’s laughing?” Seonghwa snaps.
“I’m getting up now,” You announce, but Seonghwa doesn’t let up, his foot now on the small of your back. The pressure makes you grind against San, who lets out a whimper. “Seonghwa! You’re--”
“Hurting him?” Seonghwa leans out a mean laugh. “No, I’m not. He likes it. Look at how his eyes blow.”
San’s eyebrows furrow with soft worry. “Wait, Hyung--!”
“She knows, San,” Seonghwa says. “She already saw us together. You’re fine.”
San’s eyes meet yours. “You know? You…saw?” His lips part and you feel him stirring beneath you.
God damn it.
You throw back your arm and shove Seonghwa’s foot from your back. You push off of San and start to run. You can’t do this. You can’t.
“That’s all you can do is run, isn’t it!” Seonghwa shouts at your back.
That stops you. You turn around slowly, your anger swirling around in your heart. “What gives you the right?” You say, low and harsh. You stride towards Seonghwa, who’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “What gives you the fucking right to judge me when you ran the other day?! You can face one yearning but you can’t face the other?” Your finger pokes and prods and digs into Seonghwa’s chest. “What gives you the fucking right, Seonghwa?”
“I wasn’t running,” Seonghwa denies.
“What’s she talking about now?” San wonders, sitting up from the asphalt.
“Nothing,” Seonghwa denies.
You snort mirthlessly under your breath. “Just another secret for you to keep, hmm? It seems you’re good at that.”
San puts his hands on the ground and stands on his feet like a toddler with new legs with a grunt. “Tell me what’s going on. Now.”
You raise your chin. “Yes, Seonghwa. Tell San everything. Or maybe I might. Seeing as how you like to vaguely air everyone’s dirty laundry suddenly. Do you like provoking San in front of Hongjoong? Do you like sliding my secrets to San like it’s a note in class? Is it the power you enjoy? You just like lording over everyone, like you’re the only one with the right and the privilege.”
It’s like you have the key to Seonghwa’s rage. You pull and pull and pull at his resistance until finally it snaps, just like a rubber band, stinging you something awful.
Seonghwa shouts wordlessly. His fingers grip your upper arms and he shoves you against the tall wall in the alleyway. “You know nothing, you dumb fucking cu--”
“Seonghwa!” San slams his hand down on Seonghwa’s shoulder and retches him backwards. “What are you doing?!”
Seonghwa’s shoulders are heaving with his wrath. His eyes are wild and his hair moves slightly by a relieving breeze. He ignores San completely. “What time is it?”
You roll your eyes. “Typical.”
Seonghwa digs into his front pocket, finds his phone, and presses his thumb down on the button on the side. It’s still early evening. “We’re going home.”
San shakes his head. “No. I’m going to walk her home.”
Seonghwa smirks and your previous fury slides down your chest, down your leg and pools onto the floor because of it. “No. She’s coming home with us.”
“I don’t fucking think so. Haven't you sucked me into this deeply enough? No. Fuck you.”
You and San watch like onlookers to a hypnotized snake as Seonghwa’s hand cups the front of your neck. “You’re. Coming. Home. With. Me.”
San looks like he’s trying to translate what Seonghwa’s saying, as if it’s an entirely different language he’s speaking. “What…?” The words prematurely die on his tongue as you let out a whimper.
“See?” Seonghwa quirks an eyebrow at San.
“Will you run again?” you whisper.
Seonghwa licks his lips, looking down his nose at you. “No.”
Your heart is beating a mile per minute as you meander to San, Seonghwa and Mingi’s place.You have a sneaky suspicion what Seonghwa is planning in that head of his but you’re not entirely sure with the three of you. Seonghwa with you and Seonghwa with San seem to be similar but what about Seonghwa with you and San?
Seonghwa’s fingers are tight against your wrists. He can feel your pulse going crazy fast and it fuels his feet to move faster. San keeps up, despite his random trips and protests that Seonghwa is going far too fast. Seonghwa doesn’t care. Right now, he needs the both of you in his bed. Which is ridiculous, because San’s bed is by far the bigger, but it needs to be Seonghwa’s room--he needs to be in charge.
Once you arrive at the guy's place, having taken two steps at a time to get to the third floor, it's clear San has had enough of this.
“Hyung! Stop.” He braces his hands on his thighs and sways a little inside the entrance.
There's a flush on your cheeks too, lips parted as you've kept up with Seonghwa’s long legs. “Seonghwa, maybe…”
Seonghwa rolls his eyes. “Do both of you need motivation?”
With a tug, Seonghwa brings you back towards San. San slowly stands up. “What's happening?”
Seonghwa grips the back of San’s neck and brings his forehead to his. San’s eyes get big and Seonghwa feels his ego grow. “We’re kissing.” He yanks you against his body, curving his arm around you. “WE are kissing.”
“Hey, where did you guys go?” Mingi calls out from the living room.
Seonghwa curses under his breath. He pushes you away, non-too-gently, and puts his arm under San’s to brace the still-swaying man.
“Uhhh, yeah, I was out with Hongjoong and ran into your bozo besties,” You call out after ditching your shoes. Angry at Seonghwa once again, you can’t help but lash out.
“Bozo!” San protests.
You settle down beside Mingi on the sectional. He's already changed from his bling and brands, to comfortable clothing. You snuggle your cheek against the cotton baggy sweater on his shoulder. It's nice. “What happened? You're usually not home until 3 or 4 in the morning.”
“A fight broke out,” Mingi rolls his eyes. “It evolved into a thing. They shut it all down.”
Seonghwa dropped San unceremoniously onto the other side and sat at the end where San’s legs had slid off. “San got drunk, the usual. Our friend was helping me get San home.”
Mingi’s arm goes around your shoulder. “Thank you for escorting our pretty princess home,” Mingi laughs, popping a loud kiss into the crown of your head.
“What are friends for you,” You chirp back.
“I'm not a pretty princess,” San mumbles, already clinging a pillow to his chest, eyes closed and smacking his lips tiredly.
“Do you wanna crash?” Mingi offers kindly. “You can take San’s bed. He'll probably fall asleep there.”
You lick your lips. “I'm not sure that's a good idea.”
“Why not?” Seonghwa says, slapping San’s ass without a mumble from the now sleeping man. “He's out cold.”
“I've got clothes for you,” Mingi gets excited and gets up, the subject closed.
Seonghwa reaches for the remote and starts to look through options to watch. “San’s bed is pretty big.”
“San’s a pretty big guy,” you agree.
Seonghwa’s eyes slid slowly to meet yours. “That's not what I meant.”
“Well, that’s how I'm taking it because Mingi is here, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa puts the remote down and stands, mouth opening and closing as Mingi enters the room with an armful of clothes and a happy grin. “Here, you can change into these. I've got some songs I wanna add to our list, do you wanna listen?”
You breathe in and sigh heavily. “I'm sorry, Mingi. Maybe another night. I drank too. I'll just down a glass of water and go to sleep.”
Mingi nods. “Yeah, that's valid.”
You make your way to San’s room, Seonghwa’s gaze burning into your back. You change. You down a glass of water and you fall asleep in San’s bed. It smells like him. It's almost like falling asleep on his shoulder. It's comforting.
“Oh shit.”
You wake up to a heavy weight beside you, making your body tip forwards. “San?” You mumble, still half asleep.
“Why are you in my bed?” San whispers like he's worried he's going to get caught.
“You fell asleep on the couch. Mingi said I should sleep here.”
“Oh.”
That's enough to tell you San doesn't know what to do. “I'll leave.”
“No. Wait.”
“San, it's okay. It's your bed. I'll sleep on the couch. It's fine.”
“I don't want you to sleep on the couch.”
“Well, two seconds okay you weren't okay with me AND you sleeping in the same bed. So?”
“I just. I didn't know.” San sighs. “Where is Seonghwa?”
“Probably in his room?” You ask rather than tell.
“Weird.”
“What's weird about Seonghwa sleeping in Seonghwa’s bed?” You demand.
“Well, if I had known you were sleeping in another room in my apartment, I wouldn't have stayed in my room.”
Well shit.
“We all drank. We all needed to sleep. It was a bad idea.”
“You think Seonghwa’s plan was a bad idea?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.”
“Stop saying oh!” You hiss, getting angry.
“Are you gonna sleep here now I don't think it's a bad idea?”
“No,” you snapped immediately, pushing the blankets off you and sitting up.
“Why?”
“Because, San, I don't know if you haven't noticed but any time you pay me special attention, Seonghwa goes ballistic so excuse me if I want to avoid that.”
“Did Seonghwa know you were sleeping in my bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, well then, it's fine.”
“And you just expect me to take your word for it?”
“Do you think I would lie to you to get you to stay?”
He had you there. “No.”
“Then go back to sleep.”
Easy for him to say. Your heart was hammering at your rib cage like it was a damn wild bird trying to leave. You could hear San’s nose whistles as he clearly fell into a slumber without any issues.
Eventually, as you didn't sleep for the next hour or so, the door pushed open. “San?”
You flinch and sit up. The early morning sun filters in past Seonghwa. “He’s sleeping,” you respond.
“Good.” Seonghwa enters and closes the door behind him.
“No, not good, what are you doing?”
“What I want.”
Seonghwa’s in a ribbed tank and soft basketball shorts as he walks to the foot of San’s bed. His eyes are on San’s sleeping form, like a predator stalking a killing field. His hands, then his feet balance on the bed and he lays next to San. San’s arm is curled around a pillow again, cheek smushed cutely, with his back towards Seonghwa.
You watch with that same bated breath of the car crash scenario earlier as Seonghwa smoothes his hand right under the front of San’s underwear. You can’t look away, even though you know it’s wrong; whether Seonghwa and San already have an understanding, or it doesn’t feel right to be watching Seonghwa touch San so intimately for your own viewing pleasure, either could be debated.
“He gets hard so quickly,” Seonghwa murmurs under his breath, eyes already hooded and dangerous. “Eager even in his sleep to get fucked.”
It’s not long before Seonghwa is effectively stroking San under his boxer’s, the susurration of skin along skin so loud that you swear it’s louder than your own heartbeat in your ears.
When San lets out a tiny noise of pleasure, you jolt upwards. “I can’t watch this anymore.”
“You’ll stay where you are,” Seonghwa commands.
You shake your head, miniscule and dainty. “I can’t, Seonghwa.”
“You didn’t stop before,” he coldly points out.
“That was different!” You protest.
“Why?” Seonghwa’s hand moves differently under San’s underwear, causing the sleeping man to groan. “Because now you’re close enough to participate?”
“Stop it,” You hiss before Seonghwa tempts you once again.
It’s too late for that. Seonghwa smirks. “That is what you want? Wanna put your mouth around his cute little dick and take all his hot cum?”
“No! He’s asleep. I’m not doing that.”
“No?” Seonghwa presses his cheek almost adorably against San’s. “Sannie?” He whimpers in response. “You wanna come in our girl’s mouth now?” The pout that extends from San’s lips is angelically lush. He hums in acknowledgement and all the moisture in your mouth vacates. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you, Sannie? Gonna come soon? You gonna fill our girl’s mouth with your sweet juices and she’s going to swallow it all, isn’t she?” Seonghwa juts his chin out. “Better get ready, or he’s going to make my fist more sticky than it already is.”
You make the worst decision of your adult life and stumble forward, yanking San’s underwear down and wrapping your lips around his cock. Seonghwa’s hand, squeezing San’s length, moves upwards to meet your lips and San is moaning loudly, unloading into your mouth. Seonghwa wasn’t kidding, there’s so fucking much to swallow, you feel like it’s endless. When at last you judge it to be done, you pop off San’s cock.
“Ah ah ah, make sure he’s clean. Stick your tongue out.” You do it without even questioning the order, and Seonghwa taps San’s cockhead against your tongue. San’s eyebrows furrow, his sensitive head brushing against your tongue, but you sweep it along his slit to make sure you’ve captured everything.
“Good girl,” Seonghwa purrs.
And that’s when San’s eyes open. He blinks several times and then that sunshine smile of his, with dimpled-kindness, comes out. “Good morning to you too.”
You back off suddenly, falling off the bed with a squeal. “Is she okay?” San asks Seonghwa.
“Oh, get off the floor,” Seonghwa says.
You don’t really want to rise from the ground ever again.
When you don’t move, you can hear Seonghwa grumbling. “Ridiculous, honestly, you’d think I forced her to drink your cum.”
“Hyung!” San whines.
“Not you too. Please. If it weren’t for me, you two would be hopeless.”
You crawl under the bed. Maybe if you hid here, the other two would forget about you and eventually you could crawl out, say goodbye to Mingi and never come back to this apartment ever again.
“Hey!” San’s visage appears upside down and frowning. “Why are you hiding? Was it that bad?” San raises himself back up on the bed. “Was it bad?” He asks Seonghwa for verification too.
“How would you feel if I fingered her and then made you lick up her slick?” Seonghwa shoots back, sounding half pissed and half amused.
“Like I’d want to hide under the--ohhhhhhhhh,” San says as his brain catches up with his mouth.
“Exactly.” Seonghwa reaches under the bed, grabs your ankle, and yanks you from under the bed. “Get up here right now or I’ll make you, and you’re not going to like my way.”
You shiver and scramble to get back on the bed. You immediately start to embed your thumbnail into the pad of your forefinger, a painful distraction from your current inability to deal with whatever situation was before you.
“Well?” Seonghwa clearly directs towards San.
“Can we?” San wonders.
San and Seonghwa have that odd telepathy that couples tend to develop and it annoys you in the way you'd rather not be left out of the loop. “What?”
“We're going to keep you,” San says happily.
Your head snaps upwards so quickly your teeth click. “Pardon?”
Seonghwa’s hand snakes out and grips your face, akin to your time in the bathroom together. “You're ours now.”
“Hyung!” San protests, hand on Seonghwa’s forearm. “Be nice.”
“Why?” Seonghwa says haughtily. “She likes it when I'm nasty. Just like you.”
“Hyung,” San draws out the syllable, his cheeks going pink, and his hands covering his pelvis.
“What does that mean?” You ask, eyes moving between your two friends.
“Whatever I want.”
That's when Seonghwa yanked you forward, wretched your head at an angle, and sucked a lovebite in your neck. “There. Now you.” San, with a lot more softness and sensuality, gave Seonghwa’s lovebite a twin.
“Oh my god.” Upon being released, you snatched up your hoodie from last night, pulled up the hood, and yanked the string tight. “What are you trying to do, get us all in trouble? I'm leaving.”
“Wait.” San looks at Seonghwa hesitantly.
“We have only one rule. Fair trade,” The elder of the two reveals.
“I'm not marking you two. This is barbaric. And a good way to get caught!” Your feet are itching to leave this room and quickly.
Seonghwa rolls his eyes with no hint of amusement. “This is getting old real quick.”
With the speed of a striking snake, Seonghwa has your wrists in between his hands and is yanking you onto bed back with him and San, pinning your arms above your head as you land on your back. “Fair trade.”
You look up at San with a wish to be set free. San was your comfort, San was your safety net. San was… looking at you like you were that last piece of cake that he wished to eat.
“You gave some pleasure to San. And I already took my pleasure from San, so…” Seonghwa’s free hand smoothes over your hair before he grips it hard. “Time for you to get some.”
“Seonghwa,” You whimper.
Why does this happen every single fucking time? You are trying to preserve yourself and your friend group and Seonghwa somehow reaches into your body and yanks your spine out. Is this how San feels? Is this why he would lie down on a bed while Seonghwa tucks his hand under his hips and--
You struggle physically within the confines of Park Seonghwa but to no avail. Whether it’s because Seonghwa is completely capable of keeping you where he wants you or whether you truly do not want to leave those confines, is left to be said.
“I’m not running away anymore, Lover, why are you?” Seonghwa says.
This knee jerk reaction, this pull, this inertial tug that makes you want to submit for Seonghwa, is fucking terrifying. You lose yourself for a moment, an hour, a century. That’s what makes you want to run. You’re not sure how to deal with it, even though it promises a good thing. Potentially. Probably.
“When I first saw you and San. It felt like I was watching a car crash,” you expose your soul to the air at Seonghwa’s prompting.
San sputters into laughter, taken surprised by your blunt confession. “A car crash?”
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Seonghwa calls you out immediately.
You nod in his tight grip. What else was there left to hide now?
“I take good care of San, I’ll take good care of you,” Seonghwa says.
“We will take good care of each other,” San adds.
“But our lover doesn't want us to be gentle, does she, Sannie?”
You hear San’s loud gulp. “No.”
“No,” Seonghwa repeats. “She likes to be treated like she’s been bad, doesn’t she?”
San’s fingers skim over Seonghwa’s and take their place pinning you down. You don’t fight it. Instead, you’re looking into Seonghwa’s eyes. You’re trembling, waiting, anticipating his next move.
Seonghwa’s free hand, the one that wasn’t keeping your head in a fierce grip and straining your neck, hovered over your body. It avoided your neck, your breasts, your stomach and then remained stationary over your cunt. One second you were counting the beats of your heart in your ears, and the next, your back strained as Seonghwa slapped your cunt.
San’s sharp intake of breath let you know he liked what he saw. In fact, he whispers, “Do that again, Hyung.”
The next slap urges a moan from your lips and your ass lifts off the bed in reaction. San closes his other hand over your mouth. “Shhh, you don’t want to get caught, do you?”
You look from San to Seonghwa. If you had known that trying to squish that niggling suspicion that Seonghwa and San were up to something would have gotten you here… would you still have followed them down Yunho’s hallway?
Seonghwa rewards your inner thoughts by slapping your cunt once again. “Get. Out. Of. Your. Head.” By the time he’s done with his sentence, your pussy is throbbing and you’re panting with need.
“How wet is she?” San asks, making your face heat up with embarrassment.
You squirm but nothing can halt Seonghwa's lithe fingers as they push down the front of the pants Mingi had given you, circumvent the waistband of your underwear and dip between your folds. The absolutely diabolical grin he gets when the pad of his finger meets the slickness there makes you whine.
“Someone likes getting her pussy slapped.”
You turn your head stubbornly. “Fuck off,” You say weakly.
San's eyebrows raise into his fringe and he shoots a nervous look at Seonghwa. Clearly he doesn't fight the elder, by that reaction.
Seonghwa’s testing finger slips into your wet hole and he wiggles there. “Say that again, Lover,” he purrs dangerously. “I dare you.”
“Fuck you and the man you fuck,” You annunciated clearly and concisely.
“Oh that's it.” Seonghwa has that mean glint in his eyes, the condescending one that can mean two things at the same time: one, you're about to get exactly what you want, and two, you're going to regret it. “It’s time to show who owns this body now, San.”
San gulps loudly. “Yes, Hyung.”
You fight like a hissing cat, to the point where San has to pin your arms down with his knees to keep you restrained. It also gives him completely free access to palm your tits, preferably with Mingi’s huge shirt pooling up along your collarbones. He's greedy for them, hands massaging them, alternating between teasing your pebbles nipples or avoiding them just to get a needy whine from you.
Seonghwa is busy with your lower half. With your legs kicking, he's barely been able to pull Mingi’s pants and your underwear down far, but he gets far enough. Right now, the tip of his tongue is circling your clit, his dark eyes on your face to drink in any falter in breath or furrow of your brow.
“Let go of me,” You say faintly.
San ignores your demand completely. “Do you think you could make her come with those pussy slaps?”
Seonghwa lifts his head and his eyebrow at San. “Do I make you come by slamming into your tight little hole?”
San colors at the sentence. “ ‘course you do, Hyung,” he pouts.
“I don't want to come,” You decline. “We can forget this ever happened. I can forget I ever saw you two. This can be our little secret.”
Seonghwa smirks, only one corner of his lip quirking upwards. “Now my tongue in your cunt and San’s hands on your tits is our little secret.”
“I want a taste!” San whines again, pushing his luck with a deeper pout. “Please, Hyung, I've been good. Haven't I been good?”
You all freeze, like an erotic Renaissance painting, as Mingi clearly drops something in the kitchen and curses loudly.
“There's no time, San!” Seonghwa hisses.
Seonghwa’s skilled tongue flicks your nub again and again and again as San tugs on your nipples and you come undone by their touches. Your body strains against their bigger bodies, your orgasm hitting you like a two ton truck. You bite down on your lower lip and your throat hurts from the way you have to suppress your groan. You let out a tiny ‘fuck’ as your body finally relaxes from you orgasm from hell.
Your eyes open quickly, having closed them when your orgasm hit, when Seonghwa does his favorite thing which seems to be gripping your jaw roughly so you pay attention to him and only him.
“Sealed with cum and spit,” he croons at you. “You will come when you're called.” The double entendre causes you to shiver.
“We'll take care of you,” San repeats for the umpteenth time, like this time it'll finally settle the anxiety in your stomach.
Seonghwa must read the anxiety in your eyes because he makes an offhanded comment about fucking you next time with new pretty trinkets in your hair. Then he pops off the bed and yanks the door open.
“Just don't touch my fucking display case with your grimy paws,” Seonghwa barks blithely and slams the door.
San leans back on his heels and releases your arms. Those ‘grimy paws’ massaged your arms. “He's just doing that to cover for us.”
You sit up, pulling down your sweater and Mingi’s shirt. “I get that.”
San tilts his head. “You liked that, right?”
You cannot look San in the eyes right now but you nod slightly. “Of course.”
San wraps you in a hug, one that makes all the air in your lungs disappear. “Good. Because I liked your mouth on my--”
“Please! San!” You choke out in protest.
San lets out a high pitch giggle, then rubs his cheeks against the crown of your head. “Now be a good girl and Seonghwa won't feel the need to punish you.”
You push at San’s biceps. “That's not going to happen.”
San holds you by your upper arms and pushes you away until he can meet your eyes. “But you are going to come when we call, right?”
“I already caught on when it was only the two of you. Don't you think adding me will only up the ante?”
San releases you, reaching for a tank top to put on. “Isn’t that part of the fun? I'm going to go work out. Leave whenever you want. Mingi would probably love it if you hung out.” San frowns, realizing you're still in clearly the wrong friend's clothes. “Also put something of mine on. Everyone does think I'm your favorite after all.”
Your gobsmacked and satiated and fucking terrified all at the same time. Isn't lust grand?
