not that drunk
there was no question. you knew exactly how you got here.
pairing: bf!seungmin x reader x thereforthevibes!felix
genre: smut, honestly crack sometimes but very smutty with fluff at the end
warnings (nsfw!) : threesome, not that mean dom!seunglix, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, spitroast, free use dynamics?
word count: ~6.3k
summary: felix isn't anything more to you than a roomie. but that isn't to say he can't be of use. plus, it's only one night.
a/n: romantic, jokingly homoerotic, and for the love of god please ignore the byler colors ;-;
a/n #2: the characters lowk have morals. enjoy!!
ao3 link
You weren't that drunk.
But if you needed an excuse for anything you did tonight, that would be it.
You ran your fingers through Felix's messy hair, with more admiration than temptation. It was always admiration with him. But more than that, he was easy to be around, and you were around him a lot. You'd bonded over folding for Seungmin's voice and heart-eyes, often joking about him like some deity or cartoon character, when in reality, he was a main, lovely part of your daily lives. You'd bonded over that too.
But you were smitten. You weren't just Seungmin's roommate. You'd ‘fangirled’ your way into calling him yours. And you were his, utterly. It wasn't anything sacred, but it sure felt that way at times.
Earlier in the night, the group, plus you and any other of the members’ partners had gone out to the countryside to get some drinks. None of you had gotten nearly as drunk as Han Jisung looked, but it was a buzz, and it would last you a little while.
Seungmin came out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, watching you and Felix. His eyebrow raised at the sight of your hands. They were still laced in Felix's hair, feeling at how soft it was (despite everything).
After a pause, you explained, "Oh, it's nothing. Just look how pretty Yongbokkie is."
You usually wouldn't scrutinize. Effects of the alcohol.
"Yeah he is," Seungmin agreed, unbiased. He lingered in the kitchen to fetch the three of you some water.
"He's so flushed," you mumbled to yourself.
Felix blinked. "It's nothing to do with you. I've had a lot to drink."
You turned to face Seungmin who was very considerately filling glasses. "You agree, baby," you teased.
Then like it was some big issue, you exclaimed, "Why can't I get my ken dolls to kiss?"
Seungmin brought you your glass first. "Okay, first of all: Why the hell would you want that? And second, ken dolls plural? I'm your Ken. Are you suggesting you have room for another?"
You dragged out a 'no.' "You know what I mean."
"No I don't."
Seungmin grabbed the other two glasses and brought them to the coffee table. You and Felix silently thanked him.
The banter was playful. Seungmin wasn't really jealous; you'd given him enough to work with in your years together.
He sat beside you, and after a sip of water, you got right into scratching his head. You didn't quite know why, but it was always therapeutic for you to do. You could imagine how he felt. He was putty 5 seconds in.
Felix was kind of a fly on the wall, just watching the head scratch pipeline inevitably leave him lonely again.
He was fine.
"You're so pretty baby," you cooed to Seungmin as his eyes met yours. You kissed his neck, which was warmer than usual. "I was hot just looking at you on the way home."
"Yeah?" He whispered, quite relaxed under your touch as he always got. His cheeks were flushed now to match the rest of his skin.
Felix normally saw this kind of thing in the dorm and would scream out comically in disgust, cursing his eyes when he was done cursing the two of you. It was always about the bleach. 'Wah, wah, I need to bleach my eyes after this! Oh, where's the bleach?" As if he of all people needed any more bleach in his life.
But Yongbok was relaxed. His eyes were soft, focused on some photograph on the wall, eyes trying hard to leave you be. He didn't wanna have to bleach them this time; you assumed. Normally he'd leave. Normally, he wasn't under the influence.
You felt gross for the third wheeling. But as far as you knew, Seungmin, in this condition, would have no moral problem with pinning you down then and there.
It was as if Felix read your mind.
"I do have a skill of two though," Yongbok started. "But I could just go pass out on my bed if it makes you two comfortable."
What the hell?
"You got a skill for being cucked?" Seungmin asked, not as threateningly as you'd expect.
You rolled your eyes. "Seungmin, you literally just proved he's my ken doll."
"Whatever. What is this?"
Felix shrugged, strangely relaxed for how much he's putting himself out there. "It doesn't have to be anything. I don't even know what I'm saying," he lied.
You pressed your lips to Seungmin's neck again. "It isn't anything,” you said against him. “I just want you. Tonight preferably." Looking back you'd cringe at the exhibitionist you were dangerously close to becoming.
Felix smiled. At the end of the day, he could only appreciate the love he was surrounded by. He got up. "I'll leave you to it."
Again, strange he wasn't running around like a headless chicken demanding a dorm restock on bleach.
Seungmin hesitated.
-
"Stay."
You smirked to yourself, turning your head into your boyfriend's shoulder so he didn't see. "No way," you mumbled.
Felix huffed out a laugh, turning his head back facing the two of you, the room suddenly heating up. Seungmin felt it too.
"We shouldn't do anything we'd regret in the morning," Felix stated, sounding like a bot.
"Do you really care right now?" You tested, your face now to him.
Now Seungmin was hiding his smile in your shoulder.
"I don't," you continued. "That's bad, isn't it."
"Are you interested in my girlfriend?" Seungmin spoke up, ignoring you for a moment.
"I'm interested in a good time," his roommate replied. "You'd like an extra hand. I can see it on your face."
Seungmin turned to you. "You want Yongbok to join." It wasn’t much of a question.
"Join what?" You whispered hotly. "You were gonna go down on me right here on this couch anyway. Would you even care if he watched?"
His eyes narrowed slowly, and by now you were centimeters from his mouth.
And after the scariest few seconds, he pecked yours with a huff. "You're on."
Felix made haste to one side of the couch, kneeling on the cushion beside you while Seungmin mirrored him. Both the boys were now facing you, and your stomach suddenly felt empty, fluttering now that you were physically between them. It wasn't just a game anymore.
Felix felt the energy charge just in the living room. You could imagine that the surge was more intense for you than for them.
"So you're not all talk?" You teased Felix breathily, shuffling onto your back so you could lay your head in his lap.
"You'll have to see."
You chuckled softly but it sounded more nervous than amused. You got your bearings soon though, or tried to. You probably didn't even need a safeword. What was the worst that could happen?
Seungmin's knees started on either side of your hips, and he lazily kissed down your neck. It was partly foreplay, and partly somewhat one of his passions. But there was a goal. A task.
You ruffled his hair. "You're so gonna come to your senses tomorrow morning and wanna beat him up."
He slowly lifted his head, soon towering over you.
"I'm not that drunk."
You would've taken a second just to shiver, but it overlapped with Felix's hands brushing your thighs and lifting your dress from the skirt up. Seungmin's larger hands held your knees and parted your legs to make room for himself. Felix wrapped his hands behind your upper back to unclasp your bra.
"Take your time, holy," Seungmin jabbed at him. His friend only smiled, not sorry one bit.
Your lover hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties—his current enemy—and took no time to tug them down your legs. He was far from rough, but you couldn't describe his behavior as gentle. But you couldn't really describe anything. Your inner monologue had gone pretty quiet, except for the occasional: Woah, hot guy. Hot guys plural. Woah.
Maybe you had just gone dumb. If so, that was quick.
Your pussy said everything you couldn't, the ache already bordering on painful. Your boyfriend's thumb and pointer finger parted your folds, just so he could examine what had happened in the past few minutes of sexual banter. He clicked his tongue at the way you glistened. "You're incredibly wet, baby."
"I know." You breathed, earning a mean pat right where you were sensitive.
He continued tracing your labia a bit, as if you weren't already worked up. He gathered just a drop of your arousal to spread across your folds, leaving your little clit pink and throbbing; untouched. And if it somehow still wasn't enough, a pair of hands finally let your bra fall away, leaving you utterly exposed. Those hands didn't quite do much yet, just rested on your shoulders while watching his friend carry out routine on his girl. Your body wasn't just exposed; so was your intimacy, if there was a difference.
Felix, alarmingly calm, took your hands and held them right over your head on his lap. You felt embarrassed.
You felt warm.
Seungmin put his mouth on you, and you felt good.
Felix's soft hands palmed your breasts, squeezing gently with subconscious intent. He kept you in place. He circled your nipples, feeling them harden under his thumbs. Seungmin lapped at your clit, coating it in saliva and dulling the throb. He drew soft sighs out of you with every few practiced swirls of his tongue.
Seungmin lifted your thighs over his shoulders. Your eyes fell shut, and you let out a hushed whine. With how swollen you already were for him, you knew you could cum embarrassingly fast if he kept it up.
And it was as if everyone was a mind reader tonight, because just then Seungmin lifted his head with a grin, eager to test just how flushed he could get you. Stupid, you thought. He must've licked you like once and quit.
But when you saw his face, he was flushed too. You could imagine how hard to focus it'd be with your best friend in the room, let alone him holding your girl down for you.
His thumb found your clit and rubbed it from side to side, one of your ankles still resting on his shoulder. "How's it feel?"
"Good," you said just above a whisper.
"You sure? Looks like you're so sensitive already," he taunted. "I don't wanna hurt you."
As if he cared.
"Yeah?" You breathed. His fingers didn't stop.
He kissed right on your stomach. "Yeah."
Felix teased your nipple as Seungmin's patient mouth once again found purchase between your thighs. "I want you to make some noise for him, okay?"
"That's up to him," you retorted. They both clicked their tongues.
Your sassiness was gone in a second.
You yelped softly as Seungmin decided he was done teasing your pussy, and went straight to trying to make out with it. Seungmin's tongue flicked over the tip of your clit calmly but rapidly. All of your nerves were alight, never catching a break from his persistence. He was careful, maybe, but his brain couldn't always keep up with his mouth. His hand pushed your leg open even more, and prodded at your cunt with a couple fingers. A whimper escaped your throat.
Felix tapped your breasts around, just fucking with you.
Seungmin's palm pressed softly on your abdomen, tongue flattening on you like he was trying to be mean. His two fingers kept you open and tensing around him, but your clit was his center of attention. He kept his mouth glued to your sensitive bundle of nerves, alternating between licking and sucking so...gracefully. That was the word. You threaded your fingers into his soft black hair and carded through it, soothing him while he soothed you.
Suffice to say, you made some noise. He drew out several moans every time you only looked down at him.
“I bet that feels so good,” Felix cooed, one of his hands dragging up your chest slowly and onto your throat. He rested his palm there, and gently tapped your windpipe every now and then. You flushed violently, and when you lifted your hand to your face, he grabbed it.
Seungmin’s fingers curled inside you and pressed on your soft walls, his effect on you effortless. His other hand kept your lips fully open while his tongue slowly licked every facet of your nub. He was so methodical; it made you ache. He wasn't only eager, but he took his time, every time. "Sweetie," you moaned out, barely audible.
You had temporarily forgotten about the boy you were resting on until he spoke. "Such a gentleman, huh?" He remarked, as if Seungmin had already told him in detail about every time he ate you out.
You looked up at Felix, lip between your teeth, and nodded. He kept kneading your tits with one hand. The only thing distracting you from how badly your body wanted to cum was him. You cursed yourself for letting that happen. Such a slut.
But after a while...
"I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum," you moaned out, squirming just slightly like you couldn't help it. You weren't often so helpless under your boyfriend's mouth. Or maybe he never let it happen until now.
He looked up at you, lips never stalling with his eyes on you. He only kept you open wider.
You squeezed your eyes shut as the sensations drew so near.
"Eyes on me," Felix snapped. Your mind was blank, but you still managed to look at him. "I'm there," you mouthed, and then, as it always did, your peak washed over you.
You shook under the men as you came. The boy between your legs kept licking you, drawing more and more out of you, drinking it like water until you didn't let him anymore. He let you close your legs and patted your pussy. "How'd I do?"
Your eyes blinked open, glazed. "Wonderfully. Always wonderfully."
You all smiled, but Seungmin was happiest. He always loved making you cum, not just because he loved your pussy.
Felix also released you, and you sat up, smiling at your boyfriend. He gave you a couple kisses. Breath still heavy, you parted and checked beneath you. You didn't make a mess thanks to Seungmin's tidiness, but you presumed that further into the night you'd need some towels. You finally pulled your dress off your shoulders, now naked.
You may have been sensitive, but you knew the night was far from over. You weren't an idiot.
"Towels?" You pitched, and Felix was on it.
"Smart girl," Seungmin muttered, now against your lips. You held the back of his neck and pulled him in a bit, his dilemma nudging your thigh through his jeans. You both hummed softly into the kiss feeling your own unique aches. "Now I wanna hear you moan," you sighed out.
He chuckled. "Don't think you have that kind of control around here," he teased, pulling back. Now he was all talk.
Of course until he wasn't.
-
Felix returned once Seungmin was already pulling his belt out of the loops.
"What took you so long?" You asked.
He held up a larger bath towel. "This couch is getting contaminated. Look, I'm all caught up in the moment and all, but I'll be pissed in the morning if my couch is just covered in ass."
"Do you have to be so crass?" You mumbled, clearly not caring. Your eyes were glued to the sight of your boyfriend in front of you, visibly long and heavy just through his jeans. It was a wonder he never got hard on stage. That'd be a mess.
He was taking his sweet time too.
You joined him standing while Felix pulled out the sofa bed, making room, and laid the towel down. It wasn't set in stone what you'd all do from here, but there was a silent agreement that it didn't matter. It would play out. That's how you got here anyway.
You kissed Seungmin's neck and moved your hands up his body, pushing his shirt over his head. After his chest was bare, you watched as he finally freed himself from the restraints of wearing underwear. You watched. That's how the alcohol hit you. You were a pervert.
But you had no room to be so flirty because he was soon backing you against the now extended mattress. You might've needed to get a new sofa after this.
Seungmin locked eyes with Felix. He had bared his chest in the time you were so entranced in Seungmin, and was starting to open his pants as well. His bulge was prominent now, very intimidating. You felt hot again, laying there. Seungmin was back on you in no time, left hand firmer on your thigh than before, while the other worked you open. You hissed softly, surprised at his boldness. He tapped your clit as a test. You jumped.
"Still sensitive?" He mocked.
"When are you gonna learn what a clitoris is?" You sighed. In turn he slid the head of his dick right against it, catching right on the tip.
Again, you were reduced to something pliant only a second in.
"I love you," you whispered.
"Love you more." Accented with a dip inside of you.
You winced. It was only the start.
Felix didn't dare stroke himself watching his best friends have sex; instead he joined you two. He approached your side and kneeled right beside your head on the mattress. You tilted your head to the side, now head on and dangerously close to his dick. Now you could finally see him. A bit veiny, leaking, and big enough to hurt. A bit of saliva rolled down the side of our mouth. You looked up at him all doe-eyed as if there wasn't a pretty boy inside of you right now. Speaking of which, your boyfriend was half-way in by now, and you stretched around him beautifully. It always took some getting used to, but you were always fine.
"How's this?" Yongbok asked Seungmin, voice low.
Something dark could've flickered in Seungmin's eyes you expected, but they were shut in pleasure instead. "Go ahead."
Without instruction, you opened your mouth a bit more, and Felix slid his cock right in. Your eyes closed too in concentration. You were soon pretty full.
Felix hissed at the initial feeling of your mouth. When you started to suck, he made a few little throaty noises before getting in the swing of things and thrusting. He was one of the prettiest things you’d ever seen like this. Strong but lean, using you like he wasn’t sweeter than sugar. He bit his lip. After a minute he was moving his hips more effortlessly. You could keep your head in place, but you had to keep your mouth focused and open. His and Seungmin's thrusts fell into a rhythm soon enough. You felt like a doll they got to share.
Seungmin had bottomed out already, starting with a rock back and forth deep inside of you. When he'd had enough drifting, he finally pulled almost all the way out and thrust all the way back in, hitting your core easily; a punishing tactic you'd always adored. He filled you up so much; each time he moved you could feel him everywhere. You fully enveloped him, and he became somewhat of a moaning mess, while you were rendered quiet by a cock in your mouth. But that only meant that each harsh thrust in your pussy meant a whimper around Felix.
You lifted your hand to grip Felix's base, rubbing the length you couldn't take. He eased into your throat getting you to take more by the minute. He pulled out mostly, and you paid much attention to his tip, licking right on it whilst keeping your mouth around it. He let out a low moan when you licked just under it. "Seungmin-ah..." he groaned. "You're lucky."
"I know," Seungmin grunted. He thrusted deep, your core hot and broken in, clit throbbing and untouched; though you believed you could even cum from the position alone. With every bit of sensitivity being overworked, you had to focus so hard not to hurt Felix. You gagged a bit. Felix didn't risk calling you any names.
"You're so wet and perfect," Seungmin praised.
Felix pulled out to give you a breath, and you moaned out helplessly. Seungmin picked up to a steady pace inside you, skin on skin heard throughout the room. He was perfect. You continued stroking Felix, weakly, too distracted by that flame your man kept sparking right on that perfect spot inside of you. Felix stood up and moved behind your head, placing a nearby pillow under it while Seungmin pushed you slightly by your hips to scoot to the edge, as if he knew the deal. Felix tapped your cheek and you opened up obediently. With your head now hanging off the bed, he fucked your mouth with more leverage. If you ever had control, you didn’t anymore.
Something in the back of your cloudy mind had the idea that the two had planned this out. You knew your boyfriend would never talk about you like that, but they were too good at this. Next morning you'd find out Hyunjin put some shady aphrodisiac in your sojus or something; though he would never do that.
You knew Seungmin was good at sex, but you never struck him as someone good at sharing.
Seungmin took your hand in his. Felix kept rocking in and out, continuously leaking into your throat, words slurring as he mumbled how close he was. You kept your eyes closed, feeling some of him already dripping down your face. He held your head in both his hands, guiding and using your mouth as he pleased. Seungmin rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, and with his other, he held your hip in place, more to steady himself than you. He was stalling ever so slightly, and the boys were both synced up again, giving all the tells that they would fill you up soon. Seungmin leaned down over your body and kissed your breast, sucking softly on your peak while buried inside you. His hips moved in and out shallowly while he whispered nice things against your skin. It was a wonder he wasn't meaner considering. He felt like heaven.
"I'm gonna cum, okay?" He breathed, as if you could respond.
-
This is where he was mean. He knew he could've made you cum there, before him even, but he didn't give you anything but an aching in your cervix. After all this, you surely weren’t ‘too sensitive’ for a nut.
-
He spilled inside of you shortly after Felix. Felix made sure to push in deep when he came so nothing dripped into your eyes or anything. In turn for that 'kindness' you had to choke on it and swallow every bit. You felt lightheaded when he pulled out, throat convulsing a bit when you could finally catch your breath. You sat up. Your cunt was warm once again as Seungmin left it, and your eyes were quite lidded. Seungmin crawled to straddle your thighs, bringing his hands up to wipe away some of his friend’s cum from your cheeks and lips. You just stared into his eyes, passive as ever.
"Do you wanna try her out?" Seungmin called out, clearly not speaking to you despite his eyes.
You took everything back. He was cruel.
Felix clearly had some stamina, already stroking himself even when he should've been tired to an extent. He walked around the side of the mattress and met Seungmin. "Here," Seungmin mumbled to him. Then to you: "Flip over, [name]."
You swallowed hard and obeyed. You got onto your hands and knees, facing away from them. Seungmin's seed began leaking out of you. "Be nice to her, okay?" he instructed, earning a nod from Felix. Felix knelt behind you, a hand resting on your ass. He pushed inside of you in no time, both of you sucking your teeth at the oversensitive feeling. “You feel okay?” Felix asked. You could imagine his pretty face right now even though you couldn’t see it.
“I’m okay~ yes,” you moaned softly. Your boyfriend walked around to where the other boy was when he was fucking your face. He pulled on his underwear while he was at it. Seungmin crouched to level with your face, held your chin and kissed you warmly, not really caring about what your mouth had touched before. "You can take it," he cooed, watching you wince a bit. You’d never seen him all acting all daddy like this. And it wasn’t often he’d seen you all subspaced out either. "You'd tap me if we hurt you, right?"
"Of course, baby," you said, head hanging.
If it did hurt, you liked it. A lot. It was confirmed. You were a—
"Slut," Seungmin remarked, only a smile on his face. You gasped, now locking your eyes on him. He held your chin up. "That's what you—ah," you whimpered softly, "—think of me?"
He kissed your forehead tenderly. "That's what you are."
"You little...bitch, I'll slap you," you threatened shallowly, mingling with your moans.
"You're not a slut," he whispered.
He folded, you thought. But really he knew how sensitive you were, in more ways than just the one being displayed tonight. He wasn't gonna fuck with you, especially as the heat of the moment was almost over, probably. "I'm gonna make sure you cum, okay?" "For you?" You shot.
"Shut up."
You shifted your right hand across the bed his way. "Let me."
"Let you what?"
"Just...take your pants off," you said, halfheartedly from being fucked, and from having to be in love with this tease.
"Tsk. You're gonna make me rub your jaw for forever."
"Lix's fault," you grunted.
"Don't."
You smiled and he pulled his dick out for the second time now, already half hard from everything.
"I can't use my hands, you'll have to hold me," you muttered.
"I love holding you."
You rolled your eyes. Seungmin guided you gently by the nape of your neck to him, letting your mouth decide what it would do. You closed around his tip, licking everywhere your tongue could reach. He held your hair little by little. Felix’s cupped just under your throat again for leverage, but didn’t grab too hard. Remember? He had to be nice.
Felix pulled you back against him a few inches in a steady rhythm, drawing little mewls from your throat, occupying your poor cunt. But more than he was thrusting, he was drifting inside of you, drawing even more pleasure out of himself rather than continuing to take.
Seungmin hummed softly every now and then as you sucked on him, not like it was a chore, but like he was a lollipop to keep your mouth busy.
“Go on, give me as much as you gave Yongbok,” he commanded, so softly it felt like kindness. You met his eyes, cheeks heating up. But instantly, you increased the suction around him and licked all the sensitive spots you’d studied carefully. You didn’t need to guess this time. Your boyfriend was soon back to soft whimpers, even with that control he held over you, keeping your head in place as you dialed in and focused on every way you could please him. You massaged the skin below the head with your tongue when you weren’t taking his whole length, and when you were, you were still thorough. When he pulled out to let you breathe, you kitten licked the very tip like the ‘romantic’ you were. You sucked him like it was something you earned. He really was lucky.
He felt the way you jostled around him when Felix pushed all the way inside, and he could tell by the pause and the depth that that boy was close. "Don't cum inside of her," Seungmin warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Felix said with a shuddered breath, giving his few last thrusts before pulling out and working his dick on his own with his right hand, the other still resting on your ass. He sounded soft and slightly whiny despite his normally deep voice. Seungmin pulled out of your mouth and you chased him, but instead of leaving you hanging, he pulled you to your knees and pushed you back onto your back. He held your leg up and kissed right beside your knee, and anywhere his lips could reach like this. Between your legs you were soft and open, puffy from everything.
If he was anyone else, you’d cry. But instead you were borderline salivating now at the silent promise to be fucked again.
“Baby..” you sighed, still throbbing for him.
“Yeah?” He slid his shaft up your slit like routine. You had nothing to say; he knew it.
Felix, now knelt at your side, let out a soft, breathless moan when he finally released, cock drooling onto your stomach. He held your hair gently as if he had the right.
Seungmin’s tip caught on your clit and you shuddered, just when he promised to stop being an asshole, and finally dipped inside. He had no reason to tease you when you both would climax any minute. But you were an experiment tonight, and no matter how worked up you got, you could always get even more.
Felix continued stroking your hair. “You feel like a slut now?” He whispered lowly.
You nodded weakly. Seungmin held your cheek and kissed your face. His hips shallowly chased heat inside you, his pace soft and quick. His dick drew out whimpers at every inch he moved, mouth swallowing some of them when he kissed you. He dipped his thumb into the pool on your stomach, and then into your open mouth. You took it, licking Felix’s cum from the fingertip.
Felix pulled his fingers from your hair and used them on your clit instead now. He paused briefly while Seungmin spit right where you were connected, and then Felix spread it around with two fingers. He rubbed you back and forth and in circles, making you tremble.
“You’ve came just as much as Minnie,” Felix mumbled, eyes on where his fingers were working. “What’s got you this way?”
“She’s sensitive,” Seungmin replied. You couldn’t tell if he was defending you or mocking you.
You pushed Seungmin’s finger out of your mouth with your tongue. “I can speak…for myself.”
He traced your lip. “Yeah?”
You let out a broken moan at a sharp hit on your g-spot. “Fuck-!” You reached up for Seungmin, holding onto him and pulling him down, and he of course let you. Felix withdrew his hand from the tight position, and Seungmin’s replaced it.
“Fuck, baby,” you trailed off, hands reaching helplessly to find his face and kiss him. He instantly dove in to help, kissing your lips so softly, as if he’d never treated you or touched you like a slut. “You’re there?” He muttered. And you nodded, barely, with just a turn of your head.
“You want me deep?” He asked against your lips. “Tell me what you want.”
You nodded again, more fervently. “Deep…don’t be nice.”
And of course, he was still nice, at least by any real mean dom’s standards.
But you couldn’t tell the difference. He grinded himself against your cervix, sure to leave a bruise. When you clenched around him, he moaned so smoothly, just as pretty as he sang. You could hardly take it all, you thought, but he told you you could. And he surely didn’t have to convince you you liked it.
“Please, don’t stop,” you whispered with a brush of your hand over his where he caressed your sensitive parts.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded, hating how familiar it sounded. But if his roommate could make you happy, so be it. You were happy.
When he finally plucked that string just right, you were overflowing around him pulsing sweetly and quietly moaning with relief. He let out a broken whimper as you squeezed him, like it physically pained him to be this close, and from old routine, he pulled out when you finally let him. You lifted your hand to hold his length, pumping him steadily while he continued patiently massaging your clit until you couldn’t cum anymore.
You kept stroking him when he hit his peak and poured onto your stomach, making even more of a mess of your body. His eyes fell shut while noises escaped his pretty throat, his lashes fluttering. You drew as much you could out of him and gradually slowed your hand to a halt as he trembled. You were now both flushed and panting.
Seungmin lightly dropped his body down beside yours. You licked what was left of him on your hand. He looked the other way for his own sanity. “You’re okay?” He asked, a hidden, rare rasp in his soft voice.
“Of course.”
Felix was now coming back from the bathroom, where he was when you and Seungmin had been physically and mentally very occupied. He had pajama pants on now, and he was holding two more pairs that belonged to you and your boyfriend.
“Look, the aftercare king,” you announced quietly.
“Next you’ll have me getting us glasses of water,” he joked, which earned him a glare from Seungmin.
You smiled and Seungmin sat up, grabbing one of the spare towels and wiping away what the two had done on your torso. It had dripped down your sides and traveled to just beneath your breasts. A strangely erotic sight to behold, if only Seungmin had been paying attention while he was ‘taking care’ of you. You sat up once you were dry enough, kissing Seungmin’s head with gratitude. You were surprised at how shaky you still were.
Felix handed you the pants. He got you underwear too, the angel.
“Okay actually stay out of her panty drawer,” Seungmin warned. You laughed, nodding with agreement. As—morbidly—fun as it was, you hoped this would be the last time Felix assisted in post-sex pampering. That was of course unless you would to be dumb enough to let this happen again (which was entirely possible given tonight’s…ease). But all good things come to an end. You didn’t want Felix in your panty drawer, even if you’d let him in your panties, if that makes any sense.
You gave Seungmin’s neck soft kisses above the collar bone, and light bruises just below to the side while he toweled himself and pulled on his own underwear.
“Not so left out anymore are you?” You asked Felix.
He chuckled. “Left in, very left in. Sorry again, Seungminnie.”
“Don’t be,” Seungmin replied. “It was fun. Very fun.”
“And I congratulate you for the way you can make girls cum,” Felix added. “It’s like an art. I mean, you didn’t get to see what I can do tonight, but-”
“Shut uppp,” Seungmin whined. “...And thank you.”
You laughed, tugging the pants on, finally covered up. You blushed even harder at the reminder Yongbok was now familiar with your body.
-
It was hard to know if a man was ever truly fucking you with no strings. If anyone knew Felix’s situation, it was Seungmin. Seungmin knew Felix wasn’t into you really much at all, except for the fact that he was willing to and did fuck you. Felix got enough play that it didn’t have to mean anything. But that isn’t saying Felix wouldn’t be down another night. He just had to be ‘not that drunk’ enough to do it.
In the end, his body remembered more than he would the next day, despite only being tipsy. Seungmin had an addiction to feed; Felix was sweet, and bluntly, there for the vibes.
-
You and Seungmin went straight to bed after brushing your teeth and cleaning up a bit, just sitting up against the pillows, pressed against each other. Some soft moonlight filtered in through the blinds, and all the lamps were off. You were still wide awake, but your body was tired to say the least. Seungmin just kind of held you in his arms the best he could, lightly and warmly.
You tried to think of something to say, and though there was so much to talk about, not much came. There was a beauty to that though.
“I love you,” you said eventually. He of course said it back. No more teasing, no more sarcasm. All that would come back once he wasn’t a noodle.
“I’m gonna be bruised, I’m sure of it,” you added, playing with his hands.
He sounded apologetic, but not surprised. “I’ll do everything for you.”
“No…you aren’t supposed to do anything either.”
“I can dance now, a lot. I’ll walk for you till you ‘heal,’” he said against your hair with a smile. “Unless you wanna show off to me my impact. Might like it.”
You swatted him, and he held your jaw gently to rub it. Wow.
“Hm…I wonder what we’ll feel like tomorrow,” you mused. “I still don’t know what to think.”
“Don’t think too much.”
“Hypocrite.”
“Let me love you,” he whined, pressing into your shoulder, dropping his hand to drape over you.
“Fine.”
You held him back, an arm around his body while he nuzzled against you like a damn neglected puppy. He was far from neglected though, at least with you around. In fact, he was always, of course, your center of attention.
He just maybe had to keep Felix in line to keep it that way.
