☔️🚨 Warning: Heavy Rain
synopsis: A sudden downpour of heavy rain makes a camping trip be reduced to a slightly cramped but moderately comfortable tent. The close proximity, and a bit of alcohol, help to bring Soonyoung, Jihoon, and their friend Bea closer than ever before.
parings: lee jihoon x fem oc/reader x kwon soonyoung
genres: non-idol au, romance, smut, complete, one shot, leaning more dom!soonyoung sub!jihoon and mc
warnings: explicit words and scenes, alchohol consumption, threesome
word count: 5,897
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“It wasn’t supposed to rain!”
I shout over the sudden downpour. The large droplets quickly reduce our glorious fire into nothing but dying embers.
“Try telling that to the clouds!” Soonyoung shouts, hiding under his hoodie he’d quickly thrown over his head to try and block the rain.
“Get in!”
Jihoon pulls back the opening to the closest tent — mine. We don’t protest, leaving our things outside and climbing in one after the other to escape the cold rain.
The tent is dry and at least a little warmer than outside.
For our first camping trip in years I’d decided to drop a bit of money on our sleeping arrangements, thankfully. This tent was made for two people, enough room for me to comfortably sleep, but a little cramped with the three of us stacked inside. It was only meant for me, as I bought two others for the boys, but it looked like I was going to have to share for the night.
We throw off our shoes and damp outerwear, stashing them in the corner away from the mattress pad and blankets. The rain hits heavy against the roof of the tent as Jihoon zips it closed. It’s supposed to withstand heavy weather, but I couldn’t help it be a bit nervous.
“Think it’ll hold?”
Soonyoung sighs as he sits back against my pile of blankets. He’s stripped down to just his muscle tank and basketball shorts. He shrugs simply while Jihoon replies to my question.
“It better. Or else we’ll have to sprint to the car.”
“Why didn’t we do that before?”
Now Jihoon shrugs, “tent was closer.”
His hands grip the back collar of his dark t-shirt, and in a swift movement he pulls it off over his head. I’d seen him shirtless before at the lake several times, but I still had the urge to advert my eyes.
“Dude!”
Soonyoung chuckles behind his hand and Jihoon raises his eyebrow.
“What? I'm not wearing a wet shirt all night.”
“All night?” Soonyoung’s giggles subside, “you think we’ll be in here all night?”
He doesn't respond, instead he pulls out his phone to check the radar. I peek through my fingers and eventually move them from my face entirely. The dim light of the fairy lights I'd set up in the tent made his toned muscles and pronounced chest even more obvious. His pale skin unblemished and frustratingly perfect, like a marble statue carved by someone who adored him. He’d recently shaved his dyed, dirty-blond hair into an even buzz cut. A new style for him that sharpened his masculine features, yet also accented the softer curves of his face and chin. He bit his soft lips gently as he waited for the app to load in the limited data.
“Yeah… radar looks bad. We’ve got at least another five hours of rain. Maybe seven.”
“Damn.” Soonyoung sinks comfortably back against my blankets, putting his arms behind his head. He was taller and leaner than Jihoon, but no less fit. His arms smooth and toned, as well as his abs which were currently outlined from his thin tank top that was annoyingly clinging to his skin. He was slightly tanner, spending a lot of his time on our weekend getaway swimming at the beach and soaking in the sun eagerly, giving him a sun-kissed ethereal glow at all times. His hair was also cut short, but spiked up a bit in the front naturally and not as buzzed as Jihoon's. His jawline was defined and angled to a jagged sharpness. The shape of his eyes made it look like he was always smirking, which he usually was anyway.
“You don't sound too upset about that,” I remark.
He shrugs, “I mean, I’m not too mad about it. You definitely have the best tent.”
Jihoon sets his phone down and sighs, stretching an arm above his head as he gets comfortable. His damp sweatpants cling to his thigh as he bends his leg up. He stares at the ceiling of the tent. It was a low enough height where none of us could fully stand up in it, but we could sit up comfortably at least. From the tiny lights in the corner we could see the drops hit the fabric and drip down the sloped sides. The downpour was muffled here inside the tent, the atmosphere almost cozy, despite being unable to stretch out my legs without kicking one of them.
As I move to lay down in my own spot, evenly spaced between them, Soonyoung turns on his side to face me, propping his head up on his hand. The action emphasizing his bicep, “well, Bea, you wanted to relive the glory days of camp. I’d say this is pretty accurate.”
I roll my eyes, “how is any of this like camp?”
Jihoon folds his hands against his chest. He’s so close I can feel the subtle warmth of his bare torso even in the slight chill of the tent. He turns his head to listen to the conversation.
Soonyoung continues, a gleam of amusement in his eyes, a look I was all to familiar with, “it’s exactly like old times. Team Red. The three best camp councilors Echo Falls has ever seen. We ran those kids like the military.”
I can’t help but laugh, thinking back to several summer’s ago when we first met. We’d all picked up a summer job after out senior year of high school at the local campground as councilors. The three of us had been grouped up and put in charge of the first and second graders. At first I was worried if we would be able to work together after seeing how polar opposite their leadership styles were. But to my surprise, they worked well together, having already been friends since middle school. Soonyoung was the more energetic and goofy captain who would make sure the kids were always having a good time. Jihoon was more of the planner, keeping things organized, but always had a gentle demeanor with the kids. I’d float in between, being stern if needed but also wanting to make the best of things if they didn’t go exactly to the day’s itinerary. Which happened often.
“I guess things did always seem to go wrong.”
Jihoon huffs a small laugh from his nose, “we can just blame Soon like we did back then too.”
I laugh and Soonyoung’s immediate groan, “okay, maybe back then some things were actually my fault, but I can’t control the weather!”
Jihoon and I share a smirk, seeing Soonyoung clearly start to get riled up by a simple tease. He sees our smiles and frumps down on the thin mattress pad with his arms crossed.
“Feels like we brought one of the kids with us instead of our Soonyoung,” I chuckle, leaning over to pet his hair. He swipes at my hand halfheartedly and I pull it away, tucking my arm across my chest as I lay back down and laugh. The fairy lights casts shadows against the walls of the tent as the night grows darker. I shiver slightly, our body heat not enough to keep away the chill from outside for now.
Jihoon glances over as I shiver. He shifts his body, changing his position, making himself slightly closer to me than before.
Soonyoung is still pouting, but when he sees me shiver he softens.
“Those were fun times, huh? Feels like we were just kids.”
He starts another conversation, a happy distraction from the situation.
“Can’t believe they really let a couple of teenagers watch over those kids out in the middle of a forest.”
Jihoon makes a sound of disapproval, “glad we all agreed to never do that again.”
“But hey, now we’re all best friends, so we got a win out of it.”
Soonyoung looks over at me as he says this and my hearts swells a bit at his words. An idea passes over his face and he quickly sits up, moving to the entrance of the tent as he crawls over us. Before Jihoon or I could protest, he zips down the door and reaches his hand blindly near the side of the tent. With an excited exclamation he pulls his hand back from the cooler outside, clutching the neck of a small bottle of peach soju between his fingers. His arm now dripping with rain water, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest.
“Glad we brought this!”
I sigh, holding out my hand as I sit up, “pass it over.”
Jihoon rolls his eyes from where he lays, “you two and your drinking.”
Soonyoung scoffs, “you say that like we’re drunks!”
“Might as well be.”
Jihoon grumbles but a smirk plays at his lips. He sits up with us as I go to twist off the cap.
“Do it the cool way, Bea!”
“No way, not after last time.” I grimace, remembering the pain from slapping the bottom of a bottle into my forehead. It was after we had already done a few shots, but the embarrassment lingered long after I’d sobered up. With the cups somewhere outside in the rain, we resort to sharing the bottle.
“Anyone want the first sip?” I hold it out to both of them.
Soonyoung eagerly takes it from me and clears his throat. He holds up the bottle like someone would hold a champagne glass to give a toast.
“To us. Who survived hell and back again all those summers ago, and still remain friends to this day.”
He plays up the act, but Jihoon and I know him well enough to see the sincerity in his words. He was always the glue that held us together, making plans and keeping us in touch for all these years.
I shake my head and laugh, brushing off the sentiment.
“To trauma bonding,” I hold up an imaginary cup. Jihoon laughs and does the same.
“I’ll cheers to that.”
Soonyoung sighs with an eye roll, but he knows our aversion to being as openly affectionate as him. He takes a long swig of the drink before holding it out to me. My fingers graze his as the bottle passes between us. A slight chill runs up my arm. Man, it was cold in here.
Alcohol will help.
I take a swig of my own without a care that Soonyoung’s mouth had already been on the rim. The slight burn a welcome feeling. I pass it to Jihoon who’s fingers linger around mine as he takes it. A similar shiver running over my skin at the contact.
The bottle eventually lays empty by our shoes, it’s contents split between the three of us. Well, mostly Soonyoung and I.
Our conversation shifts as we laugh and reminisce, laying down with one of them on either side of me again. We get talking about how glad we are to have stayed in contact even after leaving camp and all attending different universities. Soonyoung comments how he believes it was destiny for us to meet, so he made sure to keep us together because of it.
“That and Soon had a massive crush on you.”
Jihoon says this with a smug grin, his eyes closed as he puts his hands behind his head. Soonyoung’s reaction is immediate, his signature smirk falls and the tipsy twinge of pink of his cheeks deepens. He flounders for a moment, uncharacteristically without words, until he blurts out, “so did you!”
His finger points at Jihoon who’s eyes flicker open.
“I did not.”
There’s no change to his tone or expression, but if I’d looked close enough I’d see the tips of his ears change to a shade a red.
Feeling the shift in tension, I revert to teasing to clear the air, “aw, you two liked me?”
“Shut up,” Soonyoung groans, pushing my arm a bit.
“That’s so cute!”
“Shut uppp,” Soonyoung pushes me again, his words round and pouty as he puffs out his lips.
Jihoon chuckles dryly, “can’t believe I’m stuck in here with the two of you.”
I gasp, continuing my teasing “hey! Don’t rope me in with him. I thought I was your favorite, Jihoonie.”
He scoffs, “don’t call me that.”
“Hey, yourself! I’m right here you know,” Soonyoung nudges me with his elbow, hitting me in a spot between my ribs that makes me flinch.
“Ow!” I groan dramatically. I elbow him back, a bit harder than intended but it does the job. He winces and sits up.
“That’s it!”
That same mischievous glint flashes in his eyes that I know all too well.
My eyes widen, “don’t you dare—!”
But it’s too late.
His hands find whatever skin they can, tickling me mercilessly. I squeal and writhe, trying to get away from him but there’s no where to run. I can hear Jihoon telling us to stop, his annoyance evident. I push and kick hopelessly, my struggle only amusing Soonyoung further. Jihoon’s voice gets louder, clearly impatient with out bickering and my body in danger of potentially thrashing into him as I try and escape. In an act of desperation, one I’ve had to use before, I lean up to bite at Soonyoung’s forearm. Not enough to cause any damage but enough to make him cry out a bit and pull back his hand. He shoves me back into Jihoon who curses.
“Enough!”
“Stop!”
With a thud I’m pinned down between them on my back, my arms raised slightly above my head. One restrained by Jihoon and the other by Soonyoung. We’re all breathing heavy, my chest rising and almost meeting theirs with each breath. My eyes flicker between them as they loom over me, closer than we’ve ever been with each other. There’s a clear shift in the air, one that’s heavy and thick with sudden unspoken desires.
“Please…”
I’m not even sure myself what I’m pleading for, but the word barely escapes my mouth before they descend upon me and attach their lips to either side of my neck. The sudden contact makes me gasp, my head tilting back to give them more access. Soonyoung’s lips were soft, barely nipping at my skin but obviously full of want. Jihoon’s were rough and hot, demanding my attention. I bit my lip to keep from making any obscene noises, my mind so fuzzy I dared not question what was happening. Working in sync, they both start to trail up from my neck to the side of my jaw and slowly, slowly, move towards my lips. As their heads brush from the close contact they both look up, first at me, and then each other. The same half-lidded eyes and lustful haze was reflected on each of their faces, and it didn’t dissipate when they looked at each other either.
“Can we—?”
“Please.”
“Yes.”
Before Soonyoung can act first, Jihoon moves his free hand to my jaw and turns my head to face him. His piercing eyes meet mine for a lingering moment before his hand grips firmer around my chin and his lips crash to mine.
Surprised, my eyes remain open and wide for a moment before my body relaxes with a muffled moan. Soonyoung groans against my ear, frustrated both in desire and disappointment in not being the one to kiss me first. His lips return to press hungrily against my neck, more firm this time.
Jihoon’s hold on me is strong, his lips and teeth impatient as they press against mine. He bites my bottom lip, getting me to gasp and he takes the opening to slip his tongue against mine. It’s soft and sweet, like he was, but rough and demanding just the same. Each time Jihoon’s deep kissing causes me to make a noise, Soonyoung responds by grazing his teeth against my skin. Determined to leave marks, his fierce kisses bruise my skin and leave behind red traces over any part of me he could reach.
Jihoon breaks the kiss, only moving back far enough to breathe. His lips are now a darkened pink and slightly swollen, parted just slightly as as our breaths mingle. As he pulls back there’s a clear lustful haze over his eyes, his cheeks and chest red and pink, flushed from the intimacy and alcohol.
Impatiently, Soonyoung trails lover and lower on my body. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and immediately start pulling it up over my head.
“Off.”
The word is a growl from his chest.
I comply, only half registering the word but working on autopilot to follow his movements. Jihoon backs away enough to let my shirt be slipped off. As soon as the fabric leaves my skin his lips are back on me, biting and sucking at my neck, marking the other side just as hungrily.
Soonyoung’s hands grasp my chest, taking fistfuls of my breasts under my bra, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. I gasp, shivering a bit as I whisper his name.
“Off.”
He growls again, not bothering to unclasp my bra before pulling it up over my head. Jihoon backs away with a groan but pauses as he sees my now bare chest. Eagerly, Soonyoung leans down to take one breast in his mouth, tracing his tongue over the contour while he rolls the other nipple between his fingers. A stream of curses leaves my lips at the sensation as it nears overstimulation already. His teeth pinch at my nipple suddenly, causing me to cry out in a whimper.
“Easy, Soon. No biting.”
Jihoon’s voice is rough as he tugs at the older one’s shirt. Soonyoung groans in response, backing off just enough to pull off his shirt as well. In the brief pause we all look between each other as all our chests are completely bare. Our breaths slightly visible in the chill of the tent, the heat of our desire and adrenaline seems to steam off our skin. Soonyoung bites his lip as he looks at Jihoon, then glances back to me.
“You want us?”
I don’t take any time to think before I nod.
Soonyoung reaches for the waistband of my pants but Jihoon stops him, grabbing his wrist.
“Say it.”
He looks at me, needing to hear confirmation. I swallow harshly, “Want you…need you both…now.”
Jihoon releases Soonyoung’s wrist and his hands go to the drawstrings of his sweatpants while the older one returns to start pulling off mine. His hands shake slightly before he firmly pulls them down, taking my underwear off with it. Even with the dim lighting I felt exposed, but their attention and clear desire quickly melted that insecurity away.
“My turn with that pretty mouth.”
Soonyoung groans into my ear. He slips his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down just enough to release his already stiff cock.
“Fuck…”
It’s long and veined, straining at it’s desperate need of attention. While he moves to straddle over my chest, Jihoon traces his fingers down my thighs, moving to settle between my legs. I can feel his lips pressing against my hipbone, then much lower at the side of my knee, slowly trailing upwards.
Soonyoung, now straddling my torso, grasps his cock in his hand and starts pumping, “open.”
I eagerly oblige, opening my mouth wide as my tongue sticks out. He moans at the sight, running a hand through my hair to brush it out of my face. He mumbles a soft, “pretty,” before angling his dick down against my tongue, still stroking it with his hand. I don’t wait for him to move in, instead I tilt my head up and close my lips around him. He gasps and I feel his body clench over me as he moves his hand.
“Brat.”
He says gruffly, his amusement evident. I glance up at him as I start to take him in deeper. I’m sure he can feel me smile around him. His tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth in focus. A bead of sweat drips down his neck, making me groan hungrily. His hands move to both grasp in my hair, taking back some semblance of control as he bobs my head over his length. I feel jostled and disoriented, but can’t help but chuckle at his eagerness to be in charge.
My smug mood shifts suddenly as I feel Jihoon again. His teeth bite at the delicate skin of my inner thigh and I moan softly around Soonyoung who shivers at the vibration.
“Ah, shit. Jihoon do that again.”
I feel his lips trail up higher, closer and closer to where I want them most.
I don’t have to wait long.
His tongue is the first to meet me, sliding down between my folds before flicking up against my clit. I groan, forcing myself not to clench my teeth down around Soonyoung’s cock. The sensation of Jihoon eating me out causing me to twitch involuntarily in pleasure. I feel him hum in satisfaction against my heat, and his tongue continues it’s teasing. His lips kiss against me, sucking at the sensitive apex. My hands dig into Soonyoung’s thighs as I resist crying out. The pinch of my nails seems to awaken Soongyoung and he starts thrusting into me again, murmuring praises in a deep and velvety voice I’d never heard from him before.
Jihoon’s fingers soon join his tongue, probing into me, testing my sensitivity. Hearing me gasp again as he slips two of them in. He keeps his tongue busy with my clit. My legs tremble and clamp down on his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind, holding them in place as he smothers himself in me. His nose buries deep as he takes a second to breathe before plunging back in.
If my mouth wasn’t full I’d be cursing his name.
He slips in another finger and latches his lips onto me, finding a relentless rhythm as his tongue flicks quickly against me. I drip down his chin and coat my folds, making his entry easy. As his fingers work me open his thumb slips down and easily presses into my ass.
As if some button was pushed, my legs tremble and hips buck into him as a sudden release takes over me. It washes over me like a wave of heat then slowly fades, leaving me a whimpering mess.
Soonyoung thirsts faster, watching the pleasure on my face and getting off to it. After several deep thrusts that have me gagging, he pulls out suddenly.
“That’s it. Wanna fuck you properly. Ji, switch me.”
He rounds his leg off me and sits to the side, giving me a sinful view of Jihoon between my legs.
“Mm?”
His voice is muffled from my thighs but then he sits his head up, his chin glistening with slick. He looks between the two of us and sits up fully. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to clean off the juices he moves to let Soonyoung take his place. I watch in eager anticipation.
Jihoon now straddles my chest, his weight distributed differently, but he keeps the bulk of it off me. He’s stripped his own boxers at some point and I get a close view at his cock. Built wide and sturdy like he is, it’s different from Soonyoung’s, but the same shade of needy pink dusts his tip. Without him needing to ask, I open wide to him. He bites his lip at the sight and curses under his breath before slipping over my tongue into me.
For a moment I expect Soonyoung’s tongue or fingers to enter me, but instead my legs are swiftly pulled up, folding me as he lines himself up with my already soaked and sensitive entrance.
Jihoon strokes himself in me gently, letting my tongue trail over him, feeling the vibrations as I moan when Soonyoung plunges into me. My legs hook over his shoulders as he starts a relentless pound. The roughness, combined with Jihoon filling my mouth makes a few tears roll down my cheek.
I continue to suck eagerly, my hands gripping Jihoon’s ass as he perches over me.
His hand pats my cheek gently, and despite the overstimulation I manage to open my eyes to glance up at him. He wipes a tear from my face and bites his lip. I nod slightly, digging into the flesh of his ass more firmly. He takes this as a sign that I’m alright and quickens his pace to match Soonyoung’s.
The tent is filled with our combined groans and slapping of skin. I feel the pressure build again in my core as Soonyoung angles higher, but then he slows his pace.
‘Mm, wanna go deeper…flip over,” his last words are accentuated with a firm slap to the side of my ass, making me moan and flinch.
Jihoon pulls back from my mouth and gets off of me, continuing to pump his dick in his hands as I flip over on my knees. I’m rewarded with another slap to my ass once I'm in position. Soonyoung grabs Woozi’s arm and pulls him closer to kneel by him.
“You want us, right baby?”
Soonyoung’s voice drips with authority and I whimper before squeaking out a small, “yes.”
“You want us both?”
“Yes!”
His fingers find me again, stretching me with one, two, three, then a fourth. I bury my head in the pillow to muffle my moans as I widen my legs in anticipation.
“That’s it, open wide.”
The familiar head of Soonyoung presses into me first, but then a wider presence is felt beside it. I let out a deep groan as I realize what’s happening. Their dicks line up together as close as they can get them, the angle odd for a moment before they find the right position. Slowly, achingly slow, they press in. My body eager to take them as they both moan in unison. They aren’t able to sink in far, but the stretch at my entrance is enough to make me shake. I cry out their names again, getting another rough slap across my ass in response.
“Jihoon, go lie down.”
They back off from me and I slump a bit to the ground. Jihoon gives a confused look for a moment, but the glint in Soonyoung’s eye makes him obey. He moves to sit down beside me.
Soonyoung grabs my hips from behind and pulls me back, flush against him, making me sit up again on my hands.
“Get under her, Ji.”
Jihoon glances at me, the harshness of his usual scowl completely gone, replaced with a wide eyed expression of adoration. He scoots closer and lays flat under me as I move up to loom over him.
“Now you can really take us both.”
Soonyoung reaches between my legs and grasps around Jihoon’s cock, still slick and eager as he starts pumping him. Something like pure bliss washes over his face as he bites his lip, soft whimpers pouring from him as he gasps under me. I can’t help but watch, soaking in each detail.
“Soonie!”
“I know, good boy.”
Jihoon’s whine turns into a full moan as his cock is moved to my entrance. We both gasp as I take him in fully for the first time. I bury my face in his neck, my curses stifled as I bite his shoulder. We settle for a moment, letting me get used to the new size before Soonyoung spits across his fingers and promptly rubs them at my other entrance.
“S-Soonyoung…!” His name gets caught in my throat as his fingers press in. The sensation is even tighter with Jihoon taking up most of the space below, but Soonyoung is determined.
“You can take it.”
After a few more strokes with his fingers he leans up on his knees and presses his tip along the edge, slowly inching it in my ass. I bite down on Jihoon’s shoulder again which makes him gasp in my ear. He whines my name, a sound so delicious I’m already addicted to it, and I start trailing kisses up his neck shoulder to soothe him. I let out a strangled cry as suddenly Soonyoung plunges the rest of the way in.
I can hear him breathing heavy behind me, looking down at the sight before him in awe, “you got it. Just breathe. You can take it.”
He rubs my ass and back soothingly as I mumble incoherently.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice softer than before.
Jihoon and I moan in agreement.
“Set the pace, Ji. I’ll move with you.”
“Ha…ah…kay.”
Jihoon’s hands find my hips and start rocking me on his length, keeping me bent over so they could both stay in as we moved. It’s a slow, languid pace, but steady. I whisper praises in his ear between kisses, my voice strangled from how tight I felt.
“Just like that…yes!…good.”
His pace falters as he groans and I take the opportunity to swallow it, forming my mouth onto his. Soonyoung seems to pick up on the shift and takes control while Jihoon stalls. Now only Soonyoung moved within me, his pace more than double time what Jihoon had been thrusting before. I take out my pleasure on Jihoon’s lips, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth before plunging my tongue down his throat. He submitted easily, his hands palming at the soft skin at my sides, fingers digging into me as I sucked his tongue.
I try and keep myself quiet but each thrust from Soonyoung pulses me forward, the pressure still tight and aching between my legs. As I was almost writhing again over Jihoon, a hand slips down my waist to my clit and starts applying small circles of pleasure.
That was all I needed.
With a cry that could be heard over the distant thunder, I come hard. My legs tremble and walls clench around Jihoon, making him gasp with me. His fingers dig deeper into my skin as he curses loudly, “ah! Fuck…tight!”
Soonyoung rubs my back again, his pace slowed to a gentle pulse. He patiently waits for my whimpers and shaking to subside before pulling out of me. His focus shifts to Jihoon.
“Bea, your turn to lay down.”
All I can do is nod as I slowly lift off of Jihoon, both of us letting out a sound of protest at the loss of contact. I tumble to his side and he leans over to brush my hair from my forehead and place small but soothing kisses to my temple. Once I’m out of the way, and cared for, Soonyoung grabs Jihoon’s hips and pulls him towards him like he did to me. Jihoon’s cry of surprise melts into a knowing moan.
“On your knees.”
Jihoon obeys, rolling over to turn on his hands and knees. Soonyoung’s arms wrap around his waist, much less gentle than he just was with me, and pulls the smaller man up to sit against his chest. His grasp was strong around Jihoon, keeping him just a bit off the ground as he lined up behind him. Begging incoherently, he babbled as Soonyoung unceremoniously thrust up into him. Jihoon jolted forward but remained in place by his friend’s strong arms.
“That’s it. You take me so well too, Jihoonie.”
The other doesn’t respond, too busy letting out high pitched moans, achingly close already to a release. His hand naturally falls to his still hard member, but Soonyoung stops him.
“Bea, you wanna keep playing?”
I blink out of my lustful haze as I realize he’s addressing me. He chuckles at the look on my face and grips around Jihoon’s cock, making him cry out again.
“I think our Jihoonie misses that pretty mouth of yours.”
Jihoon’s begging get louder, he opens an eye to look at me expectantly. He mutters my name, waking me from my trance and I crawl over to him. I’m still a bit weak to hold myself up, but I kneel down and wrap my hand over Soonyoung’s as we both start to pump him. His whines turn into needy cries, higher pitched than I would have ever imagined he could. Without bothering to wait for the other hand to be removed I take him into my mouth, my tongue dancing over his tip. He hisses at the sensitivity, “ah! Please…I can’t—”
Soonyoung strokes him into me as he thrusts behind him, using me as nothing but a hole to thrust Jihoon’s cock into.
“Come with me, baby, I know you’re close too.”
Soonyoung growls in his ear. The sound goes straight to my core even if he isn’t talking to me. Jihoon’s whines get louder again and his hands find my hair, holding it back as he clenches it in his fists.
“Gonna—”
I hum in acknowledgement, holding my place firmly. Soonyoung knows what this means and he quickens his pace to a brutal pound before stalling once Jihoon is deep in my throat. Both boys falter as they reach their joint climax. Soonyoung muffles his moans by biting on Jihoon’s shoulder, but the younger one doesn’t hold back. The sounds he makes as he comes are nothing but filthy, but it’s music to the two of us. His warmth shoots down my throat and I stagger back a bit as I choke, but manage to take it all. Once his fingers release their grip on my hair I pull away, leaving him with a satisfying pop. His hips still buckle as he and Soonyoung come down from their highs. His grip relaxes on Jihoon and he slowly slides out of him, a similar whine of disappointment as their contact is lost too. I sit back, then flop down on the stiff flooring of the tent. The boys eventually join beside me. Jihoon spoons behind me, seeking something to hold, while Soonyoung spoons behind him, making sure to be gentle now. He trails kisses over Jihoon’s marked skin, murmuring praises. His hand reaches over and gives my hip a gentle squeeze, “Good…good too.”
I take his weak words as praise and hum happily in response, nuzzling back into Jihoon who I feel hide his face in my hair.
The rain outside is still heavy, and for a moment it’s the only sound in the space aside from our breathing. Until Soonyoung chuckles softly, “I thought you said you guys didn’t like me.”
“Shut up.”
Jihoon and I groan in unison, which makes Soonyoung laugh again.
“I didn’t get to taste you, Soonyoung,” I look over my shoulder at him, my lips puffy in a playful pout.
“Next time then,” he smirks, those eyes still glowing even through his exhaustion.
“Next time?” Jihoon sighs, “next time let’s not do this on a stiff campground. You guys are paying for my chiropractor bill.”
“Oh, I could help you relax for free.”
Soonyoun’s suggestive comment and wandering hands are cut off by a pillow hitting his face as I throw one over.
Jihoon giggles and mumbles, “Thanks, Bea,” into my hair.
“Anytime, Jihoonie”
I purr the nickname teasingly. He groans behind me now, clearly annoyed. Soonyoung and I can’t help but laugh.
The bottle of soju and disappointment from the heavy rain now long forgotten as sleep eventually finds us.