warnings: VERY suggestive comments/sexual language, poly dynamics, sprinkles of mxm, more pet names, challengers mention!, changbin cameo, soobmissive, i’ve never worked an office job before idk
a/n: a lot people really seemed to enjoy my last poly!txt texts so ig this is sort of like a part 2 to that! i hope you enjoy (again)!!!
need more yj and kai poly relationship thoughts pls 😭🤍
this post anon is referring to
MDNI 18+, oral (f!), pussy inspection, fingering, cum swapping
ᥫ᭡ thoughts...
I think yeonjun would give pussy inspections. just to make sure you're wet enough for their cocks. i see kai as his little assistant, keeping your legs spread for your check up
you need to have a real good cunt to take them, yeonjun won't have anything less. he'll blow on your bare core to watch it tense, making sure it gives good reactions
huge tease about it. you're complaining and telling him that you've already fucked him, that you've already fucked the both of them, but he isn't having it. he's so certain that you need to be able to fit their fingers before you even think about their cocks
there's a total of 4 fingers in you, two of kai's and two of yeonjun's. they spread and stretch you. yeonjun will make kai spit on your clit for extra lube
I just knooowww kai loves eating your pussy at any given time. hooking a leg over his shoulder and pushing the back of his head so deep between your legs that you can feel his nose. defo cum swaps with yeonjun and you when you cream on his tongue !
ugh I need a doctor!yeonjun and nurse!kai fic, someone write it please... maybe I will.... later
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Pairing: OT5 x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Synopsis: The members get a call from you to come over to your house and have a sleepover. Little do they know, you're in a rare drunken state that they've never seen before.
Wordcount: 2.7K+
Warnings: Drinking, Self-Doubt, Polyamorous relationship, just a lot of angst for most of this
Note: So this is the first poly fic I've written, which I've been meeting to write for months but never knew how to do exactly. Please let me know if you'd like me to do more of these!
♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎
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Normally, you didn't drink.
You've never liked the lack of control it gave you over your body and actions, only resorting to it when you just needed to forget everything that was happening around you.
And this was definitely one of those times.
You didn't want to admit it, but the stress of life had been catching up with you. Work was piling up, somehow, despite there not even being more responsibilities than usual for you. It just felt as though everything took every ounce of your energy lately, and even the most minuscule of tasks that you'd normally complete within an hour would end up taking an entire day.
It definitely didn't help that your dear boyfriends were too caught up with their next comeback to spend time with you lately.
You could understand their situation, knowing what you signed up for going into a relationship with them. It just so happened to be the worst timing this time around, as the house felt colder and emptier than it ever had been.
So, to resort with the emptiness that you felt, you decided to drink.
You had only had drinks once before, more just to try it than anything else. What you ended up realizing was that you were much more of a giggly drunk than you had realized, feeling all worries and anxieties drain away as you lived in bliss temporarily. That's what you hoped to repeat this time around, at least.
You made sure not to tell your lovers what you were doing though. They had already been working hard and stressing out lately; the last thing you wanted was them rushing home because of you.
After a few drinks though, that reasoning became very blurry in your mind, replaced with the thoughtful looks of your boyfriends. With each drunken sip, you were slowly drowning in memories of them.
You remembered the way Soobin would stare at you whenever you talked about things as if you had put all of the stars in the sky.
You remembered the way Yeonjun would wink at you from across the room whenever you both would catch each other's eye.
You remembered the way Beomgyu would fidget with your fingers whenever he wouldn't have much to say during your conversations as a group.
You remembered the way Taehyun would cling onto your arms whenever you two would go out somewhere together.
You remembered the way Kai would bury his face into his hands whenever you'd fluster him with your words.
Those memories felt so distant from where you were at that moment. It felt as though moments like those were so far from your grasp, never to return to you. And yet, you so desperately held a grip on them, wanting nothing more than to have their comfort.
The next few moments felt like a blur, as you unlocked your phone and scrolled through your contacts. The letters on each name jumbled together as you tried to decipher them. You see the familiar emojis you put next to their names though, and decided to call Soobin.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The person you are trying to call is unavailable at this time. Please leave a message or try your call again.
You end the call right there. It felt like your heart slowly sunk at the lack of response. He's probably just busy. That's why he couldn't pick up, right?
You scroll down more until you find Kai's name. You knew he wouldn't be the fastest person to answer but he did always at least try to text you as soon as he could about calling you back later.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The person you are trying to call is unavailable at this time. Please leave a message or try your call again.
You press the red button once again, ending the call. You could feel yourself choking up a bit at the familiar, generic message that you had come to loathe. Maybe his phone was dead?
You decided to make one last attempt, knowing that calling every member and having it go to voicemail would inevitably end with you being heartbroken. You scroll through the contacts list once again before your eyes landed on Beomgyu.
He was always the fastest one to respond. If he wouldn't, then nobody probably would for a long while.
Ring. Ring. Ri-
"Hello?"
Your thumb had been hovering right over the end button before you heard the familiar voice. You stopped, trying to find any words to come out but you had none for him.
"Ah, I don't know if you're talking but I can't hear you right now. There's really bad cell service here."
You moved your lips but no sound came out. You felt tears buildup in your eyes as you grew frustrated. Why couldn't you say anything?
"Listen, I'll call you back! Let me go outside, and maybe the service will be better-"
"Gyu?" Your hands shook as you whispered the only word that flooded your mind at that moment. You just hoped he could hear you because you could not be alone. He can't hang up yet, please.
"Honey? What's wrong? Did something happen?" His voice coated with concern as he heard your voice quietly mutter his name. He'd never heard you like this before.
"No... no. Nothing happened. I just wanted to ask you.... wanted to ask when you and everyone would be coming... coming home?" You shut your eyes, scared of the answer he'd give you.
"Oh! Well, I think practice is going to run late again today. You know how Taehyun is with his vocals, practicing as if he wasn't blessed with a voice given by the gods themselves. And Yeonjun with his dancing, thinking that more practice will make him any less old. If anything, I think Kai is practicing with him just to make sure his bones won't break."
He paused, wanting to hear you laugh as some sign that you were okay but all he got was a hum in response, "Hey hun, don't take this the wrong way but are you drinking right now? Or tired at all maybe?"
"Gyu I..." you trailed off for a moment, blinking with intention as you tried to formulate any words, "miss you. I... I... I miss you. So, so much. And thank you for.... thank you for reminding me to... to get another drink. I'm gon' go and...I'm gon' go get one."
"Oh, honey. I miss you too! But please, please don't get another drink okay? Can you get a glass of water instead for me?"
"But..." you shake your head at his suggestion as if he could see it, "but I need t' forget."
"What do you need to forget, honey?" At this point, he was collecting his things. He signalled to Soobin, who had his phone turned off during practice.
"I need to forget... need to forget how sad I am. I don' want to be...want to be alone anymore. And, and, and... and the drinks make me less alone." It was as if his heart had been shattered into a million pieces. He knew that the long hours that they had to stay practicing would take a toll on your relationship, but he hadn't known it would get this bad.
He mouthed to Soobin that they had to go home and that he'd explain why later. Soobin looked confused at first but the worried look on Beomgyu's face said everything it needed to say for him. He ran to get the other members.
"Listen, honey, we're going to be home soon okay? We're just packing up our things right now."
"Oh," you whisper sadly, "I'm sorry. Are you.... are you mad at me? I didn'... I didn' mean to make you leave... leave practice. I...I'm sorry-"
"No, of course it's not your fault, silly. I was getting really tired too! Why would I want to be at the practice room in the middle of the night when I'd much rather be around you right now?" He watched as the other members packed up their things. His screen flashed, indicating the worst notification he could've gotten in that moment: his battery was almost dead.
"Ah, honey, listen to me. My phone is about to die and I-"
"Gyu please... please don'... don' go," You felt your eyes well up with tears once again, "don' hang up on me, please. I can'...hic... I can' be alone..." You grip the phone tightly as if loosening your grip would make him disappear.
He could feel his own throat welling up as he heard your broken sobs. "No, no, please don't cry. You're not going to be alone, I promise. Another member is going to call you, okay? Right after I'm gone, they're gonna call you. Is that okay?"
You think about it for a moment before nodding and whispering a small "yes."
Right then, the call ends, leaving you in darkness once again. You stare at your phone for about a minute or so, before another familiar name flashes onto the screen. You answer on the first ring.
The call is silent for a few seconds before you hear a familiar "Hi sunshine!" from your boyfriend.
"...Hyunnie?" Beomgyu had quickly briefed everyone on your situation, and hearing his name come out of your lips so quietly made Taehyun realize just what Beomgyu had meant. The whole thing made him want nothing more than to hold you tightly and not let go.
If he was honest, he felt partly responsible. He knew he couldn't control how busy it would get around comebacks but knowing that you had resorted to drinking away the pain from loneliness made him wish he prioritized you more.
"Hey Sunshine, how are you doing? Were you able to get that class of water Gyu told you to get?"
"No...no I didn'. But I didn'... I didn' drink more either, I... I promise."
"That's so good! I'm so proud of you. Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"I don'... I don' think so, I... I don' remember eating today."
"Oh," Taehyun bit the inside of his lip, realizing that they had all left before you had woken up today so they couldn't vouch for you eating breakfast either. "That's okay! We're going to come home and make you something, okay?"
"Okay," admittedly, hearing two of your boyfriends voices was helping you calm down a bit, but you were starting to feel more drowsy as the seconds went by, "Hyunnie?"
"Yes, sunshine?"
"Miss you...I miss you."
"I miss you too, so so much. We're almost there okay?"
"Hyunnie," You blink quickly trying to stay awake, "'m feeling very sleepy."
"Hey, no, no, don't go to sleep yet! Just wait for us to get there okay?" Kai, who sat next to him in the car, turned to him as his voice heightened in panic. Taehyun looked at him, and they shared silent communication before he passed the phone to the youngest.
"Baby?" You could hear his smile through the phone as he talked to you with an excited tone.
You gasped hearing his voice, "Hyuka?"
He laughs at your response, "Yes baby it's me! I know you missed me the most out of everyone, right?"
You couldn't help but smile talking to him. It was as if he radiated all the bursts of sunshine and rainbows in the world whenever he'd spend time with you, leaving you no choice but to fall for him over and over again.
He kept you talking for a few minutes, making sure you were present in the conversation as much as possible. When the boys reached the house, they didn't see a single light in the house turned on. Soobin had rushed out of the car first, running to the door, with the other members following closely behind.
Soobin unlocks the door and walks into your shared home. He calls out for your name, as the others go to search throughout the house for you. He walks into the living room, and sees you on the floor, leaning against the couch with the phone in hand. You hadn't necessarily fallen asleep, but judging by the bottles in front of you, you were clearly not sobering up any time soon.
He goes over to you and kneels down in front of you. He looked over to your face as your eyes adjusted to the new figure in front of you. He takes in the tear marks that had been streaming down your face, before gently wiping them away.
"Hey, tulip. We're here now, it's okay." You didn't say anything, instead opting to lean into his arms. He stroked his fingers through your hair, comforting you.
By now the others had found the two of you and assigned themselves their own little tasks to take care of you. Yeonjun and Taehyun went to the kitchen to make dinner while Beomgyu and Kai started to build a big pillow fort in the living room for you all to lie down in.
You couldn't help but feel incredibly apologetic during all of this, feeling bad for making them work for you. Your sorries went in one ear and out the other for Soobin though, as he kept reassuring you that it was the least they could do for neglecting you for so long. He continues on to promise that they would do better and that whenever your work would end, he'd be happy if you stopped by the studio and did your work instead of staying home by yourself.
Yeonjun enters the living room with a glass of water to hand to you, and kneels down in front of you. "Hi angel, drink this for me okay?"
You grabbed the glass and nod your head. Yeonjun moves to get up, but he feels a tug on his arm from you. He turns to look at you.
"Thank you...please don'... don' work too hard, okay? I love you."
He coos at how adorable you're being before answering, "I love you too, angel. We're just going to get this food done and we can all sit in the fort, okay?"
You give a small smile and nod. He ruffles your hair a bit before going back to finish up the meal he was making. You then shift your gaze to the other side of the room, where the pillow fort was almost done. Beomgyu and Kai were just putting the last touches inside, stealing every single pillow they could find and making it the softest bird's nest for you all. When they were done, they ushered you and Soobin to come inside.
You both move to the pillow fort, and you look at the inside in awe. Somehow they managed to string up fairy lights on the inside, giving the fort a soft orange glow. You fell onto the pillows underneath you, staring at the roof of the fort. Since it had been some time since your last drink, you were slowly starting to sober up.
Right then, the entrance to the fort opened again, revealing Taehyun and Yeonjun bringing in food and snacks with Soobin holding the blanket open before entering inside himself. The six of you sat in the spacious fort, with the food set in the empty space in the middle.
They realized that you probably weren't ready to talk about your feelings in that moment, so instead, you all decided to put on a movie and watch that while eating the snacks.
Feeling comfortable enough to take the well-deserved rest that you needed after your day, however, it didn't take long for you to feel your eyelids getting heavy. You leaned into Taehyun who was lying beside you as you began to doze off. He wrapped his arm around you. Kai, who was to the other side of you, was also beginning to fall asleep, so he nuzzled into you as his eyes began to flutter shut.
Subsequently, the eldest boys placed all the snacks and the laptop outside of the fort before wrapping themselves around some part of you, or another member, ending with you all in an entangled pile. They all made a promise to themselves to be there for you more as you all drifted off into sleep.
pairing: poly!TXT, with only the two oldest members + reader.
genre: angst / fluff / SFW / poly!TXT / idol!au
T/W: !! deals with themes of polyamorous relationships, aka shipping the two boys together with the reader in a three-way dynamic. I do not condone heavy shipping that translates into attempting to change the sexuality of the idol themselves irl.
!! no NSFW content other than kissing and consented undressing of the reader.
!! deals with the general theme of anxiety or panic attacks / sensory overload / sensory meltdown often experienced by those on the spectrum
<3 the reader experiences the meltdown and there is a general plot of comforting from the boys <3
<3 I have detailed my own personal experience and don't claim to write on behalf of the neuro-divergent community, only myself. ty <3
MASTERLIST / TXT MASTERLIST
personal/vent piece <3 pls be gentle <3
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"hey hey hey, y/n, take a breathe - "
"no - please - don't touch me Binnie! It hurts, there's too much - and I can't - I won't - stop it, please -"
your attempt at forming a full warning is ruined by the gut-wrenching wails ripping from your throat.
an intense heat washed over your shoulders and scalp until your body is pulled to the ground via your folding knees; your hands covering your ears as you tense into a fetal position, knees to your lungs.
the booming of the stadium's bass music hit the metal of its carcass, drowning you in an unease you felt ringing deep within your bones.
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being on the spectrum has its perks.
noticing things others don't; finding patterns in the ordinary, being self-sufficient on an emotional level, finding little use in petty lies, when it's simply easier to spread the truth.
then again, it sucks ass when life demands things you simply don't have the ability to process. at least, not in the same way others do.
the modern world isn't built for the others; only the majority.
those that present what is considered normal, neuro-typical behaviour; usually fly through the world without much trouble.
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"please get it off Soonbin! I can't think -"
an intense headache formed in the middle of your skull, your body washing with a cold sweat as tears dripped from your chin. you unconsciously began pressing your palms to each ear as yet another loud boom to your booth made the walls underneath the venue shake, making it harder and harder to process the white noise piercing your mind.
"nghh, fuck Binnie, my head... it hurts..."
a pause in your tearful tone was met with disorientation; hands catching you as your knees buckled towards the floor. you couldn't remember when you last stood up - or how you had gotten away from the rattling plastic windows.
this was becoming a living nightmare.
.............
you had started out your career as a dance student, then graduated as an officially contracted backup dancer at Hybe entertainment. you had tried your absolute best to avoid too much recognition beyond your role of supporting amazing idols doing outstanding things. but soon enough your modesty was outshined by your skill, and a new idol was formed.
they had originally planned to debut you in a group, but your awkward social skills and difficulty living in a compact space made the decision easy; you were going to go it alone.
the company trained you up in a whip; you could dance with an impressive level of skill, but the singing was the challenging part. with practice, comes efficiency (something you understood via dancing and tutoring younger Hybe trainees) and so singing was an expensive skill added to your growing arsenal.
and of course, you put your everything into it - as it was your natural hyperfocus. you knew idol history like a textbook addict and could only hope to join the ranks of the kings of the company, once your fate was accepted.
and you fought the rights to your title with a vicious efficiency - a popular, small, relatively unpromoted, but comfortable with money, new debut artist.
and the path had been a complete and utter smooth ride; until one venue pushed you to your absolute limit. throwing you over the edge of learnt self-soothing tactics and ripping your mind apart moment-by-moment
.........
"y/n, baby, you're safe, you're okay, I promise. please look at me, I need to understand what's got you so upset. "
a kind male voice above you tried to coax out information; to see what was causing you so much stress. he had never seen a meltdown this severe from you before and was a little spooked.
.........
it was usual practice; performing at a stadium was big stuff. exciting, new, loud, full of smells. people and equipment, materials and severe temperature changes.
but it had proved to tip you over the edge, causing a major sensory overload and ruining your chances of a consistent promotion as soon as you realised you were spiralling into a black pit of lost hope and paralysing fear.
.........
"everything Bin! everything... it - make it stop... please..."
the boy sighed through his teeth, swallowing the lump in his throat as he slouched onto the ground before you at a loss. there was no getting you back now. at least, not until you left this damned venue.
he was tired. upset, for you. dangerously empathetic was your teddy-bear Soobin. the boy who cried for you on long nights, the boy that spoke to you so kindly.
your lover was pained.
.........
despite what it may sometimes seem, fate definitely has her kinder days.
she had granted you the pleasure of meeting the two eldest boys of TXT, for example.
granting you three the blessing of falling quickly, deeply and fully, into each other's arms - soaking in the unconditional love of those two sweet boys would heal you for a lifetime. even with any disagreements, you all cared for each other.
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the booming reverberation was intermittent - a demon without a consistent attack - leaving both you and Soobin at an uneasy disadvantage.
the rest of his band - three younger members, other than oldest, Yeonjun - had left to socialise in other rooms before they performed their biggest show in a long line of come-back performances.
he thanked the heavens they did, as he knew the extra eyes on you would only be more of a stressor. if he couldn't control what was happening inside your head - he could at least try and control your environment.
so as you wept, he pushed his emotions down his chest to listen out for any sounds of security or people rushing down the hall.
but he stayed by your side - despite the rip in his heart when your grip on his body left for your ears, completely closing in on yourself.
.........
Yeonjun's love language was physical touch. he remained a charming, goofy and handsome flirt throughout your entire friendship & relationship. always the rock in your swaying, vicious tide of symptoms.
Soobin loved to give and receive words of affirmation. he was the softie with a sweet tongue, and the second oldest member of the newly faceted boy group, TXT.
Yeonjun cared for you physically, while Soobin used his empathy to release some of the pain. as much as you would let them, anyway.
it was a well-garnered fact within your group of (idol) friends, that the polyamorous relationship was a complex and tight-knit one.
you were all open to date outside of the triplet - but were so deeply enamoured, you currently found it unnecessary to do so.
.........
"Binnie, I can't - I can't think. please, please make it stop - I'm so tired, Bin..." the arm you rested on wobbled, relenting as you met the cool cement floor.
your cries of fear had turned into exhausted sobs of pain and discomfort, Soobin gently brushing the hairs away from your face as he quieted your pain as much as possible. gentle fingers running against your aching head until the touch was just too much.
but your meltdown was due to attract attention; it was one inevitable to a throw-up of circumstances.
band member Beomgyu was tied into your triplet with the red string of fate; emotionally, he fell for you and the boys. but things got difficult, and it was called off. it didn't mean the emotions dissipated, however.
he had heard your familiar cries from a few rooms down.
he had sat with you once before, after an exhausting and failed shopping trip at a multi-storey plaza. the night ended with pizza and a lasting mutual love for each other.
so when he heard those cries again - a part of him was pulled away for a moment. he excused himself from his conversation with his friend, avoiding attention as he slipped out of the room to run down the hall.
Soobin heard him coming, so watched the changes in his expression as he swept into the space with a new brash wash of vitality. the door was solidly flung open, concern gracing his features.
"what the hell is going on in here guys? why is - why is y/n in here Soobin? and - crying? isn't she meant to be on soon - we could hear you guys from down in ATEEZ's makeup room - I had to stop some from coming with me -"
upon entering the room, and tumbling out an exasperated list of questions and queries, it took a few seconds of registering the scene for Beomgyu to finally come to a conclusion.
the heavy door closed softly behind him as he exhaled.
"oh, shit."
your sobs were choked, your previously perfect face of makeup now tear-streamed like a watercolour of mascara and coloured graphic liner spilling over your cheeks.
the day had started so well. and you hadn't been this overwhelmed in - since the time with Beomgyu.
you felt so much guilt, but you were unable to control the pain of too many stimuli poking and tearing at your brain and body.
bending at this angle - arms tucked against your chest and body to the floor - was making you choke and cough out tears, but it was the only thing that could ground you.
Soobin met Beomgyu's wide shaking eyes, shaking his own head before explaining what he did manage to gather before you snapped.
"she was saying she felt dizzy from the bass vibrations, then the fireworks started going off above us and she just completely lost it. I just don't know what started it, like this morning - she was completely fine in the apartment, and on the phone on the way over... this wasn't meant to happen today, of all days..." you heard Soobin explain - with a sigh of apprehension - to Beomgyu.
he was right. it had been going so well.
but a panic attack mixed with an onslaught of sensory triggers caused your brain to thaw and body to catch on fire as your heart leapt into your throat. your mind scrambled like a painful untuned radio on full blast, while your body kicked into fight or flight.
everything was too much - sound, taste, the feeling on your skin, the noise all around - and you were panicking for comfort.
.........
you often did prep in the same room as the boys - per your request. but today you were stationed in a spare makeup spot with a team you had never met before, and a newly debuted girl group that you couldn't communicate your discomfort with.
you were frozen in the makeup chair - struggling to swallow the anxiety in your shaking hands or withhold the flinching from the cold hands of the makeup artist. she was kind, but she had to do her job - and you were making it extremely difficult.
nobody had even noticed this hidden illness; until you had suddenly pushed back the chair with muttered apologies, your emotions finally bubbling over the hilt as the crowd and music above hitched up in volume and density -causing you to bolt out and down the hall until you found the door that read 'TXT'.
upon flinging the door open, you were met with a lightly napping Soobin, and as much as it pained you to wake him half an hour before an exhausting show, you couldn't do it anymore.
he awoke with a tiny yawn, blinking at you before cocking his head. a crease blessed his brows as he reached out to you - already dressed for the stage in a pristine suit.
"hey, baby - aren't you supposed to be down the hall? what happened? are you okay? you look - beautiful, but - upset?"
and then the anxiety bubbled up and out of your throat; stuttered crying sparked by the effort of a shortly staggered explanation.
you were having a sensory meltdown.
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"y/n, I still need a colour - can I hug you baby? do you need a hug to ground you?" you shook your head a few times for no, but it was obvious you weren't calming down, if anything the snot that started to pool at your face and your incoherent bubbling noises for answers, was really starting to trouble your partner.
"okay angel, that's good enough. I won't hug you, but you need to calm down, you're making yourself even more upset than when this began. we don't want you going to the ER do we baby? because you can't breathe..."
you managed to raise a little, muscles rippling despite their tense state, shaking your head at Soobin with a few weak snivels.
and as the calm had begun to process - reaching eyes with Soobin as he left a gentle knuckle in the path of your wet cheeks - everything around you exploded.
the fireworks on stage, the bass of the music rattling your world, your heart, your tears, the static in your mind and the terror in your voice.
"RED Binnie, red - please - I need Junnie, please, I need Yeonjun, please - it's so - loud - please -"
Beomgyu made a startled noise, obviously affected by your pain and the fear in your voice.
"Jesus Soobin - I didn't realise it was this bad, man..."
Beomgyu watched with a twisting gut as you called out for your main support in a crisis - pushed to your limits in what should have been a regular and safe environment.
this was one of fate's days of tests of faith and courage.
Soobin had immediately teared up at seeing you in so much pain, watching you melt into body-claiming anxiety. he fought to keep his emotions in check, but his Adam's apple betrayed him, bobbing with each inhale.
"y/n, you need to breathe baby -" his voice broke as his hands rushed to you like a pull of gravity, before wrestling with the pain of not overwhelming via touch.
Soobin shushed your cries, painfully, before bending to tuck your hair behind the hands you pressed firmly against your skull. tears now spattering on the floor as you curled in on yourself.
he couldn't touch you like he yearned, couldn't envelop you in security - in fear of causing more upset - so he had to speak you through it.
but you couldn't hear him, couldn't process anything anymore.
"I can't Binnie - I can't do it anymore..."
Beomgyu's whole body twitched towards the door - his instincts forcing him to open it and run to find his older brother as fast as possible.
"I'll go find him!" he semi-shouted over the waves of noise booming from above, desperate to stop your pain as soon as possible.
Soobin nodded, wiping at his sniffling nose.
he was upset he couldn't protect you but was prepared to help you through this, no matter what.
.........
symptoms generally differ, but your sensory overloads had pretty consistent symptoms.
first, came the anxiety. a fizzling ball of charcoal in the pit of your gut that choked you with the smoke of unsaid words.
then the heightened sense of every 5 options, your environment forcing you to intake information at a speed your brain is unable to handle.
your skin feels everything and any pressure on your body that isn't wanted causes a faux kind of pain.
the boys had seen you become overwhelmed before, but it wasn't necessarily a common thing. thankfully, you had all spoken through it as one of the major stressors on the triplet.
the soothing came with time - and plenty of it.
removing the aggressor may not be the easiest thing in this scenario, but removing aggravates was the best tactic to reduce those chemicals running under hot and sensitive skin.
.........
after what felt like hours of rocking on the floor, heaving sobs and crying out for the loud sounds to stop, Soobin humming a gentle tune to distract your aching brain, a familiar figure quizzically opened the door at a slow pace.
there was a moment of silence.
Soobin's breath caught in his throat and a small gasp escaped from the new body in front of you both.
"oh, my loves -"
closing the door behind him, Yeonjun cautiously knelt on the floor in front of your folded over body.
he looked over you, making sure you weren't physically hurt, before turning his eyes to Soobin.
he was dishevelled. temporary bags under his wet eyes betrayed the breath he held, trying to keep it together, for your sake.
Yeonjun reached his hand out to thumb at the tears on Soobin's face, smiling ever so carefully as Soobin's head dropped, defeated. he released a quiet, selfless outcry before dabbing at the light foundation on his face, trying to keep it together.
the elder boy moved to squeeze his neck gently. taking a moment of silence to comfort the both of you.
"Beomgyu caught me on the other side of the venue, talking to Wooyoung. we didn't hear y/n, but he filled me in as much as he could remember..."
Soobin couldn't take it upon himself to lift his head up or answer his partner, simply nodding as he swiped at his nose. Yeonjun watched him uncritically. taking in his reaction and nodding to himself, rubbing Soobin's shoulders in a side hug.
"Does anyone have anything to say? seems like we both need a little love, hmm?"
he waited for one of you to speak before you forced your body up, struggling to keep your weight up via shaky arms and thighs.
when you looked up, you were roughly eye level with Yeonjan.
"Hey, baby," he whispered, his smile sweeping the pain away from your world, if only for a moment.
it was like he saw you, understood everything you were, and nodded in acknowledgement, all in one second. there was no judgement there - he looked at you like the most precious thing he had ever seen.
"something went terribly wrong tonight, hey babe?"
your attempt to answer was broken and incoherent, your voice a telling sign that you had reached a peak - rough, weak and broken.
"It's okay, you don't have to speak. just breathe. take a sec, while the stage isn't so loud." Yeonjun uttered, voice deep as his volume remained low and calm. his hand brushed the hair back over your forehead to the crown of your head, the firm and soothing motion making you shiver.
since he had entered, the aggressive beast of bass speakers had rested into a distant grumble. laying low, for now.
"can I speak with Binnie first, love?" Yeonjun asked sensitively, checking in with your security first.
you nodded, coughing out tears in one last desperate attempt to form a sentence, before giving in and crumbling back down to the cold floor.
guided by his smile and rock-solid presence, you let the boys speak as you tried to self soothe and ground yourself a little.
Soobin explained in as much detail as possible as to Yeonjun how you had tumbled in; in pure panic, as you told him the music was overwhelming and the outfit was too tight; the makeup artists were too close and the hair team were pulling too hard.
he told him how the fireworks and bass music vibrations had sent you into overdrive; and how you broke down onto the floor in terror.
Yeonjun sighed softly through his nose, finally bringing his other knee down to rest on the floor. he closed his eyes for a moment, with a nod, before he could make a solid decision.
he used his thumb to tap at Soobins jaw, the younger boy looking up at him.
"do you think you'll still be able to go on stage tonight, baby? we've still got roughly an hour left before we're due on - roughly. hopefully, it's long enough for us all to recoup. can you make it, love?"
Soobin's face scrunched with determination, releasing a pitiful noise as Yeonjun softly kissed his temple. his nose brushed Soobin's cheek, soft lips pressing against his ear and temple. Yeonjun didn't rush him for an answer, brushing the hair from his eyes and remaining silent as he watched Soobin fight - for you both.
"how about you go get some air babe, and I'll stay here and try to calm her down, hmm? how does that sound? take five."
Soobin hesitated, leaving a long pause of silence before he turned to press a kiss to Yeonjun's mouth. it was desperate, lingering, and told the older one everything he needed to know. Yeonjun coursed his fingers through Soobin's scalp as his head dipped to his shoulder, Yeonjun resting his cheek on his hair.
he didn't want to leave you. it was more painful to walk away, while you were still in pain.
"you did good baby," Yeonjun purred against his hair. squeezing him a small amount of reassurance.
"she'll be okay. just a lot to take in, I'm guessing. I've got her, it's alright. go on - go take five. I've got this for a minute."
Soobin lingered a little longer, before pulling away with avoidant eyes and a nod.
Yeonjun let the younger rise to his feet and go get some breathing space; watching him collapse on the couch near the air con. arms behind his head as he tried to process the grief of seeing you so distraught. his eyes closed and his body took deep belly breaths that brought peace once more.
"I'm sorry Yunnie - I'm so sorry - I didn't mean - I'm sorry Yun -"
Yeonjuns ears almost didn't pick up your mumbled and tired apologies, but at his name, he turned to face you. his mind had wandered watching Soobin release his tension, but your voice called him back to the task at hand.
"hey, it's okay. things were just getting too much, right? that's not your fault angel."
you nodded, heaving short and quick breaths as you tilted a little, very very slowly calming yourself down.
"is there anything we can do that will help you calm down, y/n?"
Soobin must have explained you didn't want to be touched, as he waited patiently for you to register and form a response. moving slightly closer if only to hear you better.
after a long few moments of processing his question; you pushed yourself up to your knees. he met you with patience, watching you try to respond non-verbally with care to get the right message.
your palm tapped against the leather corset pulling tight on your ribs, the leather boots laced far too tight on your ankles and calves, and the thick strap of a choker on your neck before looking at him for confirmation.
usually, you would have loved a heavy rock styling - but fate had proven bad timing in the clothing department tonight. the fake pvc leather was hot, sticky and tight.
you couldn't speak - that was too much right now - and only a trained/familiar eye could decipher your tense and strained movements.
Yeonjun nodded softly with a sheepish look, calling over Soobin after confirming your signals by tapping at the same places - you must have taken longer to answer than you thought, as Soobin had resolved himself, his gentle aura back at the driving wheel - before you cut off the newly welling noise above you all by pressing your palms to your ears and dipping your chin.
the moments of silence between choruses and songs, break dances and stage switchovers were the only chance they had at communicating clearly with you.
it was going to be a long night for everybody.
they must have been coordinating behind you, you realised; as Yeonjuns hands wiggled under your own - his larger palms enveloping the hot skin of your cheeks in comfort, finally feeling held.
you opened your eyes to see his, comforted by his determination.
carefully, he guided you to sit up on your knees. he slid forward so that one of his thighs was between your own; allowing you to balance indirectly as you squeezed tightly and centred gravity. it erased any fear of touching your torso more than necessary.
your eyes squeezed shut as gentle lips placed themselves at your forehead and your shoulder; one after the other. then your nose, the nape of your neck. your temple, at the base of your spine. the corner of your mouth, the edge of your shoulder.
new waves of emotions flowed through you - laments of love emerging, before you surrendered into their hold, and released the last of your troubles. two separate bodies, with you acting as the sacred link.
you could hear them talking above you, around you, behind you - but instead, you tried to focus on the lips on your hairline and palms blocking out the noise. instead of the ache in your body and the piercing headache racking your brain. your hands gripped at Yeonjun's jacket sleeves, gripping and squeezing to slowly ground yourself. his breath against your forehead kept you in the world. and the motions behind you pushed you back into the darkness.
the two of them acted as fates equilibrium.
Soobin worked carefully and gently to unstring the unreasonably tight corset, allowing you a pause between each release.
it felt like it took years of tugging, pressing, unwinding of string that tapped on your bare arms. your whines that told them to stop for a moment, and your hands pressing against Yeonjun's chest let them know where you were at without actually distressing you.
once Soobin had released the last loop, you heaved a few large and sudden big breaths, holding on to Yeonjun's wrists, holding his palms to your ears as you keeled over, allowing Soobin to slip the corset quickly out from underneath your belly and ribs.
Yeonjuns hands stayed dutifully on your ears, moving with you, as you crumbled onto his thigh. his black pants becoming slowly soiled by your tears and vibrating chest.
the sudden and intense release caused a shiver to shoot up your spine and sparked the fodder of anxiety once more, if even for a moment.
"just let her breathe for a second." you heard Yeonjun state above you.
Soobin's hands gently massaged the space where your corset had been so tight on your ribs - a technique to soothe your muscle-to-brain communications, to pause the stress instructions in your nervous system. it worked. slowly.
eventually, you calmed down enough for them to remove the leather choker, sniffling as you heaved a few large breaths and rose again.
your eyes remained closed, accepting Yeonjuns reassuring flutter of a kiss against your lips.
they waited patiently as you swayed, but since you couldn't hear their asks of permission you tapped at it anxiously once your brain caught up to the tasks left. once the choking sensation began your fingers danced around your throat roughly, rushing to release the feeling of being choked.
with your eyes still closed, Soobin gently guided your hands away. barely holding your wrists as you allowed him to guide you, swallowing it all for him. your tactile attention went from your neck to Yeonjuns sleeves and blazer front once more.
it was tricky for Soobin to get a grip on the clasp; but eventually, it pinged off with a release of tension, your airway finally opening once more.
the relief from around your neck caused another smaller wave of release, but the repercussions were less intense this time.
.........
you don't even remember when, or how long, you had laid down on the floor, with your head resting on Yeonjun's leg. your palms pressed against the large grounding ones against your skin, checking they were still there as you came back into the room.
it was unlikely you passed out, more like your mind had spaced out as your closed eyes and loving figures gave your mind space to pause and burn out. disassociating to protect your mind from permanent grief.
but you were stirred by the faint noises of your aggravated boys, tones raised, along with new voices.
your forehead rolled slightly as you found the strength in your newly fatigued muscles to roll your body up and identify the sound. but it took a second, and a discreet moan of pain to re-instate your presence.
Yeonjun had almost forgotten you were there - ten minutes had passed since you had gently fallen onto his thigh, body unfurling into a more relaxed position as you mentally checked out. he wasn't sure what was worse; your wails, or your silence. but he knew it meant you felt safe and the boys quietly cared for you and each other while they waited.
Soobin remained there with the two of you, gently running his fingers over the showing skin on your arms and humming when your face scrunched in reaction to unwelcomed noise. speaking with Yeonjun and remaining whole in the silence of love.
Yeonjun tried to let you rest for as long as possible, even with the burn in his thighs - but watched you carefully as you rose to take in the new problem around you. the show had come to a pause - midway break causing people to regroup and mingle where they maybe weren't so welcome.
your brain was slow to process; but the most important thing was that Soobin was standing beside you, Yeonjan knelt in the same place in front.
the rest of the TXT boys had entered, lounging on the couches and on their phones. but they all looked equally anxious - staring at the door with pained expressions.
you blinked to see what everyone was arguing about; completely missing Yeonjun's eyes stuck dutifully to your expressions.
your manager had entered the room - and he was demanding that you performed. even despite your state on the floor, dressed only in a bra, shorts and thick boots. someone - you imagine Soobin - had tied your hair back and away from your face.
it seemed you had 'awoke' mid-conversation, as Soobin was clashing passionately in discourse with your often questionably strict manager.
upon watching you warily for signs of upset, Yeonjun carefully peeled the furthest palm from the door, away from your cheek, in order to speak to you.
you whined softly as the heat sapped away from your cheeks if only a little. the noise poured in, but as the air was silent, it was less abrasive. he chuckled softly, reaching forward to place a kiss on your nose.
"Hey, baby -" he spoke quietly with a lopsided smile, trying not to draw attention from everyone, keeping his attention only on you.
but he quickly failed.
Soobin glanced down at your voice, his demeanour immediately softening (arguing on your behalf defiantly as Yeonjun kept you physically guarded), his knuckles coming to brush against your cheek, almost unconsciously.
the manager paused to watch you all; to see if you were truly as bad as they had made out. so far you just looked like you had fallen asleep from exhaustion; something that could be overcome.
Yeonjun rushed to give you information before your environment overwhelmed you with loud shouts of an argument that was bound to resume over your body and state of being.
your eyes strayed but you were brought back to focus by his voice. you met his eyes once more. he resumed once you settled.
"you don't have to speak y/n, but your set is in less than five minutes, and your team is asking for you to do emergency makeup to go on stage -"
Yeonjun cringed a little as your eyes immediately grew teary and wide in record speed, head shaking so suddenly he released your cheeks in fear of causing pain.
before he could finish, your red teary eyes had blinked at a fast pace, struggled noises in the form of disagreement and words in your mouth sticking together as you rushed to express how much you could not perform in your current state.
he almost felt your anxiety bubble up and explode like an inexperienced geyser, shaking him away to release the tension so suddenly.
he could only watch as you let your emotions show on your sleeve; shutting down your gathered team's inhibitions at letting you rest, and leaving only your manager to argue your position with.
"NO, Yunnie - no, no - I can't - go - out there - NO, please - I can't sing - dance - please - not tonight - can't do it - I can't do it Bin-Yunnie, mmm no -"
and like that, your efforts of settling that big black wave had crumbled away. and the tsunami of grief once again rose to the surface to pour out of your eyes and tremble your skin; body tensing as you fought to stay in control.
Yeonjun tried his best to stop the wave of emotions pouring back, but his panicked voice probably did the opposite to soothe. along with his widening eyes and the glance towards the other rest of your team that had begun to gather at the door at the sound of the suddenly paused argument, anxious to see you.
"Hey hey, you're okay, let me finish, you don't have to go, I just need you to confirm -"
without much need to think, you rushed further forward onto Yeonjuns thigh to wrap your hands under his armpits and press your face firmly to his taller chest. heaving a large, powerful sob as you shook your head and held onto him for dear life.
he let out an exasperated sigh, immediately shushing you, moving your face to hide into his neck.
"Alright alright alright, I got it y/n, I got it, it's alright."
his arms drew around your body in the form of a compression hug - grounding your body by holding you against his torso and swaying gently. his cheek pressed against your hair, pressing kisses to your face and neck in a soothing effort. your sobs were weak, staggered, and painful to everyone around you.
"you don't have to perform tonight - you're alright, I've got you. we've got you, y/n. Binnie wouldn't let you go out, even if you wanted to love."
he tried to make you laugh, an awkward smile breaching as he kissed your cheek, now with the permission of touch he was able to brush the dampness firmly from your cheeks with a tissue gifted by a nearby team member. Soobin's hand graced your hair, affirming you should rest.
but as Yeonjun guessed, the argument resumed over your ears, and in the position of this solid hug, he was unable to block your ears.
your feelings welled in your chest enough for you to peel back, Yeonjun watching as you aggressively tapped, rubbed and kicked at your solid, suffocating and squeaky boots.
unable to process anything as the noise made you cringe, teeth grinding. with you sitting on your ass, back towards him, Yeonjun used this moment to release the tension in his thighs, legs resting either side of you as you stressed at trying to kick the shoes off against the concrete floor.
he had to act quick before you hurt yourself. it was blind anger from frustration and fear; the PVC being grazed by the friction (which made you cringe even more from the noise in an awful cycle), and your nails digging dangerously into the top of the calves, no doubt bruising and damaging yourself in your frenzy.
Yeonjun gripped your wrists, painfully shushing your resistance as Soobin stepped over the two of you - too engrossed in protecting you to see his lovers struggling - to pull the argument away, others pausing to watch your struggled cries.
"y/n - baby - I'm going to take your boots off - but you need to let me -" his voice struggled and grunts sounded as he pulled your hands to your ears and used his legs to stop yours.
it took a minute - a hot minute - but eventually, your anger ebbed and your cries turned into whimpers. Beomgyu had appeared, offering you water as you held yourself and the water bottle desperately.
"I'm sorry baby, I know it's hurting. give me a minute, I'll get them off." Yeonjun permeated this with kisses to your neck, thrown away from him in frustration. your body attempted to roll away, anything to get him off and peel your boots off your hot skin -
Beomgyu gently tapped your arm, distracting you.
his usually sunny smile was present, blowing a raspberry at you and completely contradicting the shouts of your manager and Soobin, who had now gravitated behind the closed door of the dressing room you and the rest of the TXT members (and their team) were waiting in. ten people remained, at max.
"hey, y/n. do you want some food? help with that water? we have chips - well, Kai has chips, but I'll make him share them if you want some."
this allowed Yeonjun enough time to reach down and grip your thigh, bending your knee to get the boot within reach.
you groaned softly, but before you could react, Beomgyu whistled quietly, tapping at the hand that was gripping at the poor plastic bottle of water.
"Hey, come on, I'll help with that. you must be exhausted. and your throat must hurt."
it felt mean, but the disorientation distracted you from the pain and allowed Yeonjun to figure out these disgusting boots. they were zipped all the way up to your calf, with edgy laces in the middle and five buckled straps covering the zip. he performed a small mental curse and prayer before moving his torso to lean past your back and get these damn straps off.
Beomgyu held his hands out, awaiting your acceptance of help. but in fact, you were so brain-fuzzy, he ended up gently taking it from your grip, that you relaxed instantly.
he rested a hand under your jaw as you drank. and although the whole thing was pretty absurd, you finished two-thirds of the bottle without pause.
as you released the bottle and Beomgyu moved to pace it to a team member, the tension in your right foot instantly released, the boot being tugged off and air hitting your skin as you rushed to peel your sock off and massage your feet.
Yeonjun relaxed for a moment as you got your emotions in check, smiling with love as you looked back up behind you, to see his face.
"no tears on this one?" he mumbled, eyes gentle as he prepared for your reaction.
you gently shook your head, flexing your foot as the tension released and the claustrophobia eased. but you still had one foot left.
Beomgyu appeared once more as if on stage queue, tapping the opposite side as he brandished some plain tortilla chips.
you didn't need quite as much conviction as the last boot; but Beomgyu sat beside Yeonjun's leg and your side, sharing the chips with you.
he came in handy though; a caught zip making you cringe as your attention snapped back to your tight and cramped toes, head whipping away from Beomgyu.
but before you could speak, a chip was passed delicately yet firmly between your lips, his hand guiding your face back.
"you looked hungry." he giggled as you smiled at him, hell, the first time at anyone tonight.
eventually, the boot came off, and Yeonjun hugged your torso tightly as you relaxed. all other aggravates other than the venue, finally removed.
"you worn out, y/n?" Yeonjun's voice mumbled against your ear, emitting a chuckle when you nodded.
"got your words back yet?" looking back at him, you slowly shook your head. he laughed kindly, kissing your cheek and crossing his legs beneath yours in one big movement. he really was such a touchy person.
"'m sorry... I'll try and leave - next - next time..." you managed, forcing through a mind-to-mouth stutter with an un-cooperative and sluggish mouth.
Yeonjun hummed softly in response, swaying you slightly in response.
he chose not to respond, dropping his forehead to your shoulder as he held you both.
just happy you were okay, for now.
.........
the argument between the staff and your boys deflated shortly after, with an eventual stalemate as you were pulled from the lineup five minutes before showtime - with twenty minutes left for the boys to prepare for the stage.
you had a management team to answer to, and an appearance to make up for, but right now all your boys were allowing you to think about was yourself and them, and how you were safe together. but you already knew that.
you remained relatively attached to Yeonjun for the next twenty minutes as he moved you both to the makeup chair, allowing you to sit on his lap. shorter than him, and surrounded by a familiar team, you relaxed enough to lightly doze some fatigue away. just up until they had to leave for their performance.
your heart pained as they (all 5) left to perform, granting good luck and 'break a leg' to your boys; hugging Soobin so hard he wheezed, to make up for the lost hug given instead to Yeonjun. he happily kissed your cheek in return, just happy to see you slowly coming back to business as usual.
you waited for them in a borrowed hoodie from Soobin and a stolen pair of joggers from wardrobe - clothing lose and soft to touch. the smell on the jumper cocooned your brain and sat in the room alone, you were oddly at peace.
as you waited you hummed along to their set, now not surprised by the loud noises as you fell asleep with the fans breeze against your back and the subtle vibration of the venue, now a less intrusive sound.
they returned after their whole set, around twenty minutes later, to find you curled up at the end of the sofa against the arm.
their hearts ached, and after cleaning up enough to leave, Yeonjun took dibs on scooping you up and against his body.
all five boys, and you, leaving for the comfort of home after a long night.
.........
"mmph-" you grumbled, peeling open your heavy eyes to process where you were. you first noted soft kisses being left against your ears and cheeks, and the secure arms around your torso. the light at the front of the mini-van and the one above your head. the slight rumble of the engine keeping the heaters on, before being cut off.
somehow - you had slept through the boys coming in and changing out of clothes and being generally loud as usual in their group. your makeup had been removed by a kind staff member as per Soobin's request. and you had been carried out to the car, seated on Yeonjun's legs in the middle seats and stayed peacefully unconscious through a twenty-minute road trip to the nearest doughnut bar, until the car pulled to a stop and lips pressed you lovingly awake.
"hey baby - how you feeling?"
Yeonjuns voice fizzled into your brain before you realised he was trying to slowly wake you up - the bus' door left open for the cool breeze to enter and the members quietly eating.
"I've been better... am okay...." you managed, wiping your sleepy eyes and swiping at your hair. you probably looked at a state, and Yeonjun's legs probably killed, but he didn't seem to care.
he chuckled softly, continuing to press soft, open-mouthed kisses against the hot skin of your neck until you lamented some space, his airy laughter replaced with an intrigued hum as Soobin returned to your front three seats with a box - of freshly creamed doughnuts.
he smiled upon seeing you awake and not upset, settling in his seat before leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.
"hey y/n. how are you doing?"
his eyes were soft, crescenting as you whispered an "okay...", reaching to brush his hair with your fingernails. he smiled gently, exchanging a look with the boy behind you, before reaching to pull out your food - two cream and jam doughnuts.
as you watched him, watched how he laughed and how he cared for the two of you, you saw how hard Soobin's smile had stuck, from seeing you awake - and as you peered back at Yeonjun, you realised his expression had eased too. you were filled with love.
Soobin lifted your legs over him as the bus set off again, with you pawing at him until he relented his teasing and gave you a doughnut, finally. he was just happy you were safe.
and Yeonjun's arms never released from your waist. lips trailing absently against your temple sometimes, as he looked out of the window. one of his hands linked with your own, another with Soobin. and you all shared a hand, in a tumble of love,
and when you checked again; their smiles were still there.
despite the painful days in life; love keeps us going.
and as you tumbled together into a twist of limbs, between a duvet and a mattress; you returned all the blessings and comfort and energy borrowed; keeping you all whole.
two lips told you of mortal heaven; of peace and of the power of healing.
˜”*°•.˜”*°• A social experiment conducted by Cupidly Co., with you (the reader!) at the center of it! Is it possible to fall in love with a stranger over the course of 30 days? Cupidly Co. wants to find out, and you do too! As one of the participants, you will navigate the challenges set up by the experiment as well as the challenges created by your fellow participants! Will you fall in love? Will you form everlasting friendships? The rollercoaster journey of 30 days starts now! •°*”˜.•°*”˜
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Warnings: Threesome, Dom!Yeonjun, Switch!Beomgyu, Sub!Reader, unprotected sex (wrap before ya tap), oral sex (m receiving), mentions of punishments, spanking, choking, dirty talk, mentions of "good boy", getting fucked out so hard the reader's brain goes to the moon, mentions of anal. IF THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
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THIS IS THE ALTERNATIVE, NON-CANON ENDING FOR A POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE READER, YEONJUN, AND BEOMGYU. This can be read separately from the canon ending, but please note that this ending will not have a sequel, but the canon ending will.
For the first time in the history of the Cupid experiment, three people had ended together as a couple. Everyone had been surprised, also supportive, of the outcome, but even you had no idea how this had happened.
You were going to tell Beomgyu you were in love with him, and that you wanted to be with him. And then Yeonjun kissed you like it was the last thing he would ever do, and you realized you were in love with him as well. How could you choose when you loved both of them?
So you sat down with both of them one late night during the group trip, and told them the truth; you loved them both and there was no way you could choose.
Yeonjun proposed something both you and Beomgyu believed was crazy, at first. Why not be a couple, all three of you? But as Yeonjun fought for it, fought for not losing you and not losing Beomgyu either, it made more and more sense. And so the three of you began a relationship with each other.
How it would work for the three of you, was that Yeonjun and Beomgyu would have their focus on you, would still be together, and you would be able to love both of them equally.
Honestly none of you were sure it would work but all of you were willing to try. The loving two people at the same time wasn't what was worrying you, it was the intimacy. Yeonjun was no stranger to threesomes, it was obvious by his confidence. But you and Beomgyu were new to having a third person involved in intimacy, so maybe you needed someone to hold your hands...
And that's what Yeonjun did, when he wasn't barking commands at the two of you. Yeonjun was definitely the most dominant out of the three of you, but Beomgyu and you had your moments as well.
The first few times the three of you were intimate with each other were awkward, everyone trying to get used to the different dynamics and finding where they felt comfortable in the dynamic. But as time progressed, the awkwardness had lifted and you were having the absolute best sex of your life.
Safe to say, both Yeonjun and Beomgyu could agree.
Beomgyu was currently a whining, moaning mess of a man as he tried desperately to keep from fucking up into your warm mouth. Yeonjun had his hand wrapped around Beomgyu's throat, his lips traveling all over Beomgyu's chest and neck. Beomgyu had one hand atop Yeonjun's, and the other gripping your hair as you bobbed up and down on his cock.
"You're doing so good, Gyu, letting her please you. Such a good boy," you could hear Yeonjun whisper to Beomgyu with a dark chuckle. The two men were near the top of the bed, with you on your knees at the edge as you suckled around one of your boyfriend's cocks.
No matter how much your knees were hurting, you knew if you stopped, Yeonjun would punish you. He wasn't usually a mean dom, but you had been a bit too bratty lately and you knew he would really punish you if you disobeyed his orders to suck Beomgyu dry.
Beomgyu's aching cock felt so so hot in the warm cavern of your mouth, and he felt he was going to explode if you kitten licked his tip one more time. The warmth and wetness of your mouth, your tongue, your lips, combined with the kisses and markings Yeonjun left behind while choking him, Beomgyu was feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible.
You could feel Beomgyu's stomach and legs tensing against the mattress, and you knew from this, combined with how loud his moans were getting, that he was gonna cum soon. This encouraged your efforts, wanting to make the beautiful man complete putty in your- well, in your mouth.
Apparently Yeonjun had enough waiting to get in on the action himself, and he moved downwards to yank you off from Beomgyu's crotch. The sudden disappearance of pleasure and instant retreat of his orgasm, Beomgyu was groaning unhappily. "Are you fucking-- Jun what the fuck I was gonna cum!"
"You looked like you were having such a good time," Yeonjun cooed at the brunette mess. "I wanted to have some fun too." Your hair, still in Yeonjun's grasp, was pulled on to bring your lips to Yeonjun's. Biting at your bottom lip, Yeonjun easily slipped his tongue into your mouth when you moaned.
Your tongues tangled with each other, dancing along as they fought to give the other pleasure. Yeonjun's hands moved from your hair and Beomgyu's body to pull you up by your ass and sit you on his lap so you were straddling him. You grinded your hips down into his, desperate for some friction for the aching between your legs.
Poor Beomgyu, watching the heated kiss between the two of you, began pulling you further up the bed and into his lap this time. "He always bitches about us being good or bad, but here he is disobeying his own rules."
Yeonjun plopped down beside the two of you on the bed, crossing his arms as he pouted at you being taken from him.
"Are you," you leaned down to nip at Beomgyu's sensitive spot on his neck. "Suggesting we punish him this time?"
Beomgyu chuckled darkly, grabbing your hair and pulling backwards to expose your neck to him. You and Yeonjun were both still fully clothed, and Beomgyu was happy to remove your clothes and ignore Yeonjun. Beomgyu sucked along your throat, lifting your hips slightly to remove your shorts and your panties.
Beomgyu leaned back to look into your eyes. His dark eyes were even darker than normal, pupils blown out in complete lust. He wanted to ravage you, and make Yeonjun sit there and watch. Your tits bounced slightly from the effort Beomgyu put in to remove your tank top, prompting his hands to grab ahold of both of them. "I say, we fuck and we make him watch. He can look, but he can't join us."
Beomgyu's evil little plan made you moan, the heat between your legs getting more and more desperate for friction. You grinded your hips down, finding Beomgyu's aching cock and grinding against it.
"You really wanna punish me?" Yeonjun quipped, raising an eyebrow in challenge as his eyes traced the trail of wetness you left against Beomgyu's dick. "Fine. I'll play along."
Yeonjun situated himself on his side of the bed, watching you and Beomgyu with intense eyes.
"Gyu, please, please fuck me," you moaned out as your ministrations against his cock pleasured you, but not enough. Your pussy continued clenching around nothing, feeling so so empty when it could be stuffed full.
Beomgyu growled, lifting you up off his lap and placing a harsh slap against your ass, making your cry out. "Maybe I'll punish you too, just for the fun of it."
You were flipped over, your face pressed against the pillow, hips in the air, knees against the mattress. The new position allowed Beomgyu easy access to your quivering, slick pussy so he could easily slide inside. Your eyes connected with Yeonjun's, who lay next to you, nose flaring as he tried to contain himself.
Beomgyu bucked his hips into yours, jolting your body as waves of pleasure hit you. He was so thick, he stretched you out so well. Your walls hugged onto his length as he began fucking into you at a harsh and brutal pace. The pace of a man desperate to cum after being denied it before.
You were being fucked into oblivion, the pleasure so intense once Yeonjun's hand started rubbing against your clit, and you were cumming so hard that your brain went totally AWOL. You felt yourself cumming once, twice, three times, before you eventually found yourself back on earth.
Sticky, warm cum had painted your gummy walls, from the exhausted Beomgyu. The taste of cum on your tongue brought your attention to Yeonjun's softening cock, not too far from your face.
"Yn, are you good?" Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed the completely dazed and confused look on your face.
You nodded slowly, trying to piece together everything that had happened. "I think you guys finally fucked me stupid."
Yeonjun fell back on the bed, sweat dripping from his forehead. Laughs from both him and the floppy bodied Beomgyu reached your ears. "We'll take a break until you're both ready to be fucked stupid," Yeonjun shot you a wink as you looked at him. "Beomgyu, you better prepare that ass for me before you ask to be fucked."
You scrunched your nose up, rolling over to get closer to Beomgyu. Sweaty, wet hair sticking to his forehead and neck, but he still looked ethereal. He and Yeonjun always looked good, whether they were dressed up or fucked out.
Beomgyu reached out for you and pulled your body into his, stroking your head as you cuddled into him with your head on his chest. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Beomgyu trailed off, pressing a kiss to your head.
"Alright, I'm gonna hop in the shower first, and I'll start making dinner when I'm done," Yeonjun made his way around the bed to give both you and Beomgyu a gentle kiss. "Love you."
"Love you too," you and Beomgyu responded sleepily, smiling at the oldest man who took care of you both so well.
You were lucky, and so were they. Rather than choosing one and hurting the other, the three of you had made it work as a couple. The love the three of you had was a love far greater than any of you ever expected. Well, three is better than two, after all.
omg I loved ur stray kids what sub . I was wondering if you could do one for txt. im kinda curious to see what type of sub oc , beomgyu would like ??
beomgyu is an enigma tbh
but I think a sexual submissive and a playful masochist would suit his tastes. someone who he can fun with in bed, who likes to try new things even if they involve a little bit of pain. a sexual submissive finds pleasure in trying new things and beomgyu is always finding weird shit for between the sheets. a sexual submissive might be a little too submissive for him though, so the balance of a playful masochist who isn't scared to bite (literally and figuratively) is super hot to him
soobin
likes someone who can take the reins, so him wanting a submissive is something I can't really picture. however, a devoted sub really speaks to me only because of the emotion that comes with making love, and he likes to really get into the more empathic part of touching someone. it's a balance more so; you're good to him so he's good to you and vice versa. or a power bottom, he can have a lot of fun with that one but he would need unbelievable aftercare
yeonjun is also an enigma UGH
a switch honestly. he needs someone who's versatile because he's so versatile. one night he wants to bound your hands and keeps your thighs parted while finger fucking you until you squirt or he'll want to be blindfolded while you pour hot wax on him like this man needs it all tbh. but if we're strictly speaking sub, then a brat. likes it when you tease him throughout the day and put up a little fake fight before you submit to the pleasure
terry
my boy terry needs someone who likes to listen really good, so an obedient sub is up his alley. tbh he deserves the world so obviously he deserves the best sub too!! he praises you for being so good, makes you feel super comfortable and gets off on that fact. watching your pretty little face look up at him all doting and happy to do anything is just so ugghhh to him. lowkey maybe a devoted too but a submissive is so much more sluttier.
kai
kai needs me fr, jk (not really) but kai would prefer to be the sub if im being honest. like he's just so used to being the one doing the work and having people talk to him a certain way so to be introduced to a sub is so? weird for him? if you're a service sub tho...he's liking it for sure. like I said, since he does everything he would love the opportunity to have someone else doing it for him. you mean he can ask you to suck his nipples and you do? for as long as he wants? he can have you ride him? milk him dry? suck him off? sign him up OR a free-use sub I just knoooowww kai would go absolute ape shit for that. his shaky hands gripping your hips while you're doing your set of chores, still unsure even after all this time that you're okay with him using you. his careful eyes locking with yours when he turns you around, gently pulling your shorts down and- sorry bye
thoughts on a poly relationship with yj and kai?? i can definitely imagine yj as the kind to dish out punishments and kai to sooth 110% literally obsessed with the idea
oh yes babe you read my mind I was literally just thinking about this the other day
MDNI 18+
ᥫ᭡ thoughts...
hard dom yeonjun but soft dom kai? yes but hear me out
kai secretly encourages yeonjun to be rough with you. he loves hearing your pretty little cries as much as it breaks his heart. but then you cling to kai so desperately when yeonjun keeps slapping your pussy with those little paddles and it makes his heart swoon! like awww sucks for you, great for him
yeonjun is huge on oral, no idea why im so set on this. after he's done giving your clit rough smacks, he'll have Kai kiss it better. oh it hurts so good :((( you're so sensitive even though kai's being gentle as possible. little clitty kisses and licks, soothingly rubbing your thighs.
yeonjun has to tell kai suck you harder, to pin your waist down so you're not moving so much. kai will whine and disagree, but he does it cuz he loves when yeonjun goes rough on him, pushing his head deeper into your cunt forcefully, nose rubbing against your nub almost painfully
