jealous - bsk & chs
tags & warnings: mdni, nsfw, threesome, poly! solboo
author’s notes: hope you guys like it :)
Being caught between the two sweetest people alive feels like a dream you never want to wake from. Vernon, always attuned to your moods; and Seungkwan, who acts on them the moment they turn sour.
Like right now — Seungkwan had dragged both you and Hansol to a college party, eager to catch up with friends and have a good time. Hansol didn’t mind, and neither did you. Neither of you are the social butterflies in this relationship, but Seungkwan gets lonely sometimes.
Your guard goes up the moment a drunk girl starts swaying her hips in front of Seungkwan. At first, it’s harmless — little touches, breathy giggles at everything he says. Seungkwan’s funny, sure, but he’s not that funny. You try to focus on Hansol instead, who’s currently making a passionate case for why Shrek 2 is superior to the first movie. Still, your eyes keep drifting back to Seungkwan — and that stupid, stupid girl.
Hansol notices, of course. He always does. He catches the way you drag out your words when replying to him — your tell when you’re distracted. He follows your gaze, sees where it keeps landing. He knows you’re jealous, even if you’ll never admit it.
So, quietly, he takes your hand and starts leading you toward Seungkwan.
You’re not the confrontational type— never have been. Under pressure, you stutter, overthink, and end up stressing yourself out. So as Hansol pulls you through the crowd, your mind races. What the hell are you even going to say? To her? To him?
But Seungkwan sees you before you can spiral any further. His laughter dies mid-sentence, eyes narrowing past the drunk girl to find you. It doesn’t take long for him to understand— your expression, your body language— it’s all there. You’re uncomfortable.
He gives Hansol a small nod. A signal. And Hansol nods back, already turning toward the exit with your hand still in his. You barely register it, too lost in your thoughts to notice their silent exchange.
“W-We’re going home?” you manage.
“We’re going home,” Hansol says, calm as ever.
“Huh? But we didn’t even tell Seungkwan—”
“It’s fine,” he cuts in softly. “He knows.”
Behind you, Seungkwan mumbles a quick apology to his friends, throwing in some excuse as he shrugs off the girl’s grip on his arm. She pouts in protest, but he doesn’t spare her a glance. His focus is already on you.
Outside, Hansol leads you to the car. He climbs in first but doesn’t let go of your hand— his grip steady, grounding. He waits, thumb brushing over your knuckles, until Seungkwan joins you.
Inside the car, the air feels heavier than before— not suffocating, but thick with things unsaid. You sit between them, their warmth hemming you in from both sides.
Hansol’s thumb traces lazy circles over your hand, still steady, still grounding. The quiet hum of the engine fills the silence. You steal a glance at him, then at Seungkwan, who’s turned in his seat to face you fully.
His expression softens. “You okay?” he asks, voice low.
You nod, though your chest feels tight. “Yeah. I just… didn’t like how she was touching you.”
Seungkwan smiles faintly, almost apologetic. “I didn't like it either.” His gaze flicks to your joined hands, then to Hansol. “Thanks for getting her out.”
Hansol shrugs, meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror. “Didn’t have to say anything. You already knew.”
The drive back home was quiet and peaceful albeit a little bumpy. And most of all warm.
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As you reach your shared apartment, Seungkwan turns to face you and immediately pulls you into a tight hug. His head nestles into the crook of your neck, his face pressing gently against your skin as he takes a deep breath. Seungkwan may claim to love parties, but they can still drain him sometimes.
And his favorite way to recharge is by spending time with his lovers. One of his hands loosens from the embrace and gestures for Vernon to join. Soon, you feel a familiar warmth as he slips into the hug, wrapping around you both. The three of you stand there in the foyer, holding each other close, soaking in the quiet comfort.
“M’sorry. I should’ve gone straight to you after that girl came over,” Seungkwan mumbles into your shoulder—barely audible, but of course, you catch it anyway.
You smile, reassured knowing he still thinks of you. Behind you, Hansol hums softly, and you feel the low vibration of it against your back. None of you move for a long moment, just breathing together—content, grounded, and whole.
Breaking the soft moment, Hansol’s hands travel slowly to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Seungkwan smiles knowingly, as he follows suit in sandwich-ing you in between the both of them. Hansol leans into the crook of your neck, pressing soft and wet kisses, slowly and intentionally.
His slow pace makes every touch from him linger onto your skin, always leaving you wanting more. Seungkwan watches how you shiver at Vernon’s actions.. He can’t help but stare at his two lovers.
He watches how you whine when Vernon bites your neck and quickly licks to soothe the pain. You try to grind yourself into Vernon while crying out his name. His hands clammy and his cock stirring in his pants, wanting to be a part of the action. Seungkwan can’t help but smash his lips into yours, hard and desperate. You feel his bulge against your stomach, moaning loud at the sensation.
“H-Hansolie,” Seungkwan whines.
Vernon stops for a moment, guiding the both of you to your shared bedroom. He quickly undresses and latches back onto you. His fingers fumbling around, trying to get your shorts off. Luckily, Seungkwan notices and helps him out. Once they’re out of the way, his warm hand cups your heat, earning a loud whine from you.
“No panties, baby?” Seungkwan smirks, “Maybe you didn’t want to go to the party after all, just wanted to spend some time with us,” He teases.
You whine, your hands reaching up, trying to cover up your face.
“Uh-uh, don’t cover your pretty face, baby,” Vernon’s deep voice echoed, “Gotta’ see your cute little expressions,"
The back and forth teasing between the two of them makes you dizzy with need. Seungkwan pulls your two hands above your head, giving you a look, ensuring you don’t move them. You feel your legs being pulled apart by none other than Hansol, his head already between your thighs.
“N-nonie-“ You try to whine, your breath already taken away by his mouth on your clit. Each swirl and lick of Vernon’s tongue makes you jolt and press more into his mouth and he gladly accepts it. Even lets you grind against his tongue, pleasuring yourself. You can feel the bed shake slightly, noticing Vernon rubbing himself against the sheets, busy getting lost in the pleasure the taste of your pussy gives him.
While Vernon’s mouth is busy giving you heaven, Seungkwan’s thumb brushes your bottom lip, dragging it down just to part your mouth. He straddles your body, his red, hard cock wet with precum sits right at your cheek.
You can’t help but drag your tongue to your cheek, trying to get a taste. Seungkwan drags it right into your mouth. You moaned loudly, quickly muffled by your very filled mouth. You lick and suck where you could, still whimpering from feeling Vernon’s tongue in your pussy. Pleasure consuming your sanity. Your eyes roll back, when you feel his tip reach the back of your throat.
Seungkwan groans, feeling the heat of your throat, the clenching. He grabs your hair out of instinct. The smell of sex in the air is suffocating but amazing. Vernon’s head lifts up to see the beautiful sight in front of him. He leans into Seungkwan’s shoulder, leaving wet kisses.
Hansol’s hands don’t stop though, he still gives you attention. His fingers push into your tight heat, coating them in your wetness. His nimble fingers pull in and out, as his thumb rubs your clit. He feels you're getting closer and closer to your climax. Your pussy clenches his fingers in.
“S-so so spoiled, baby,” Hansol notes, “You already have Seungkwan’s cock and your pussy won’t even let go of my fingers,” He teases, as he pinches your clit, earning a loud whine from you.
You can barely see his face behind Seungkwan’s shoulder, but you feel his long fingers in your aching heat. His words leave you clenching for more. Your mouth continues to suck eagerly, tongue flattening against the underside of Seungkwan’s length.
“Look at her, Vernon-ah,” Seungkwan pants, his hands gripping your hair, pulling you away from his cock. Lips red, drool dripping from both sides of your mouth and your tongue rolling out your mouth. Vernon groans when he sees the sight of you.
He adds a third finger into you, earning a loud moan from you. His fingers start shoving into your wetness, faster and faster. Your body squirms and shivers at the feeling.
“S-so worried about some girl but look at you now, baby, your body knows that you’re ours,” Vernon spits out.
Seungkwan hands busy themselves, jerking himself right in front of you. His cock red and twitching, he knows he’s close. He turns his body facing Hansol. Hansol smirks and pulls him into a wet and hot kiss. You can see Hansol’s other hand reach over to palm and jerk Seungkwan’s cock.
Seungkwan whimpers, almost losing control. Seungkwan pants into the kiss and his body squirming. His hands reach Hansol's still clothed crotch. His hands make quick work pulling it out, jerking the tip. Hansol groans, his voice low. They lose themselves in each other as much as they lose themselves in you.
Seungkwan leans into Hansol, crashing their lips together. The drool from his mouth connected to Hansol. It’s lewd and sensual. Hansol’s drawn out approach does not match with Seungkwan’s hasty nature, but they figure it out. Their lips meet in fervent kisses.
You can see their tongues meeting and lips clashing, sharing a messy messy kiss. You can’t help it, the sight is just too good for you. You back arches, grinding into Vernon’s fingers. Seungkwan sees you from the corner of his eyes. You feel that tight knot in your stomach about to burst. Your whimpers grow louder
The knot explodes, your body goes limp. Hansol groans, cumming onto Seungkwan’s hand. Seungkwan followed, cumming on his stomach. You’re still panting. Vernon reaches over to the bedside table taking the big bottle of water, drinking a little before passing around. Seungkwan, who knows you're too tired to hold anything, motions you to open your mouth.
He pours it into your mouth slowly. A bit of water is slipping from the sides of your mouth. He almost moans at your expression. They crash on the bed, pulling you into a cuddle pile.
“We should shower,” Vernon says matter-of-factly. You and Seungkwan hum in agreement, but none of you move. The warmth between the three of you lingers, quiet and comforting, keeping you pressed together longer than planned.
Vernon sighs, gives in, and pulls you both closer. “Alright… a little longer,” he says. Seungkwan nods against your shoulder, relaxed and content. For now, staying here like this feels better than anything waiting outside the moment.
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