san completely misunderstands the dynamic between y/n and her friend group and instead of asking wooyoung who is close with both of them, he runs with his imagination. wooyoung is messy and just wants these two idiots to realize that their feelings for each other is mutual. y/n’s clingy personality is ruining her chances at real relationships. chan is there?
SS count: 20
SURPRISE!! i found the strength to post!! lol
part one. part two. part three. part four. part five. part six. part seven. part eight. the date. final part.
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this chapter was actually very hard lol, i hope you guys like it and this is not the end!!
Summary: Chan and Hongjoong have been friends for years which is why Chan feels guilty—not guilty enough to stop—for what he’s been doing for the past two months,that is fucking his girlfriend behind his back. He knows it’s fucked up but he can’t help himself. He swore it’d be only one time, he just needed to get it out of his system but from the first taste, Chan knew he was fucked. Now it’s been two months and he doesn’t see it ending anytime soon…until Hongjoong walked into your apartment and found him two fingers,knuckle deep inside you.
Warnings: long-blonde!captaindaddy(blonde!hongjoong,blonde!Chan) x f!reader, Kim Hongjoong x F!reader x Bang Chan, smut, threesome but no mxm(HJ lowkey implies it),oral(m/f. receiving), dom!captaindaddy, brat!reader, some praise,some degradation(she gets called slut, whore a few times), a plot twist that might be some manipulation/mind-games or is it gaslighting?, they’re all a little fucked in the head, as usual I may have missed something.
W.C: 8.7k
A.N: I was gonna scrap this cause I ended up not liking how it turned out but I’m forcing myself to post it. Might rewrite it later but for now enjoy. Hope everyone had/is having a great holiday.
Chan knows he shouldn’t be looking at you like this—you were his friend’s girlfriend, for fuck’s sake—but god, were you beautiful. Temptation wrapped in lush curves and everything he didn’t know he craved in a woman until he met you at that party downtown one night.
The memory was seared into his brain; dim lights, bass thrumming through his chest and then you, laughing at something someone said, your head thrown back in a way that made his mouth go dry. He should have looked away the moment he realized who you were with, should have kept his distance when Hongjoong’s arm slid possessively around your waist.
But it was proven that night—and every agonizing encounter since—that Chan was a weak man when it came to you.
He’d settled for glimpses. Stolen glances across crowded rooms when Hongjoong wasn’t paying attention. The curve of your smile when you’d catch him staring, something unreadable flickering in your eyes before you’d look away. The sound of your laugh that he’d replay in his mind late at night, alone in his bed or hunched over his studio equipment, hand working himself to the thought of you until guilt and release crashed over him in equal measure.
Those glimpses had been enough, or so he’d told himself. Enough to sustain this torture of wanting what he couldn’t have, of being close enough to orbit but never touch.
But this moment right now? This was something he never thought would happen.
Your weight pressed against him, breath hot against his neck, fingers tangled in his hair as you used him for everything he was worth. Every fantasy he’d harbored in the dark, shameful hours paled in comparison to the reality of you; the sounds you made, the way your body moved against his, the desperate way you whispered his name like he was the only thing that mattered.
He was a weak man and you were a beautiful woman and the consequences of wanting his friend’s girlfriend? He’d deal with those later. Right now, Chan was too far gone to care about anything except the heaven of having you exactly where he’d always wanted you to be.
“Chris, please.”
The whispered moan of his name as you begged him for release had him twitching in his pants but he wasn’t about to give in, not yet.
“Please what, baby?” His voice came out rougher than intended, thick with restraint as his fingers stilled against you, drawing a frustrated whine from your lips. “Use your words.”
You’d been a brat since he came over that morning—all teasing touches and smart remarks—testing his patience with that knowing smirk that drove him absolutely insane. Brushing past him in the hallway with deliberate slowness, your body grazing his. Bending over in those shorts that should be illegal. Looking up at him through your lashes while biting your lip in that way that made his mind go blank.
So if anything, he thinks you’re getting exactly what you deserve.
“You wanted my attention so badly,” Chan murmured against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below your ear that made you shudder. “Now you have it but good girls ask nicely, don’t they?”
He punctuated his words with the barest hint of movement, just enough to make you gasp and arch into him, seeking more friction that he deliberately withheld.
It’s been two months since that first night with you and he doesn’t think he can stop. He’s in too deep; drowning in the way you taste, the sounds you make, the way you look at him like he’s the only person in your world when you’re together like this. Every meeting was supposed to be the last, every touch a final goodbye but then you’d text him or he’d find an excuse to see you and he’d fall right back into your orbit.
Two months of stolen moments and locked doors. Two months of lying to Hongjoong, of guilt that somehow never felt quite heavy enough to make him walk away. Two months of becoming addicted to something—someone—he had no right to want.
“Say it again,” he commanded softly, his lips brushing against yours without quite kissing you. “Ask me properly and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”
“Make me cum, please Chris. I’ll be good,” you begged from your spot under him on your living room couch, voice breaking on the last word.
Chan’s jaw clenched at the sound, his control hanging by a thread as he watched you, flushed and desperate beneath him, exactly where he wanted you. Where he always wanted you.
“Ohh, you’ll be good?” He raised an eyebrow, letting his hand trail teasingly up your inner thigh, fingers dancing just shy of where you needed him most. “Didn’t you say that already? Or are you only saying that so I’ll give you cock, hmm?”
The whimper that escaped your lips made satisfaction curl hot in his chest. He loved reducing you to this; all that teasing confidence from earlier completely unraveled, replaced by needy desperation that matched his own.
“Daddy, please…”
Your hands reached for him, trying to pull him closer but Chan caught your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the couch cushions. The position arched your back and he had to bite back a groan at the sight.
“There she is,” he murmured, his free hand finally, finally giving you the pressure you’d been begging for. Your sharp intake of breath, the way your eyes fluttered closed, had him grinding against the couch for his own relief. “That’s my good girl. See what happens when you ask nicely?”
He captured your mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing your moans as he worked you steadily toward that edge he’d been denying you. Two months and he still couldn’t get enough; every sound, every reaction, every way you fell apart for him was something he wanted to memorize, to keep for those moments when guilt tried to creep back in.
“That’s it,” Chan breathed against your lips, watching your face as pleasure built higher. “Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
“Baby, please—”
You begged again, your voice taking on that edge of genuine desperation that made his resolve waver but Chan had learned over these two months exactly how to play your body like an instrument and he wasn’t about to break now.
“You know the rules, baby.” His voice was firm despite the way his cock strained against his jeans, demanding attention he refused to give it yet. “Tell me what they are.”
You whined in protest, trying to rock your hips against his hand but he pulled back just enough to make you gasp in frustration. “Say it,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Come on your fingers first,” you panted, eyes glazed with need as you stared up at him. “Then your tongue, a—and only then will you fuck me.”
“Good girl.” The praise rumbled from his chest as he rewarded you with renewed attention, his fingers curling exactly where you needed them. “See? You can follow directions when you want to.”
Your head fell back against the couch, back arching as he worked you methodically toward that first release. Chan watched every micro-expression that crossed your face, committed to memory the way your lips parted on a silent moan, how your thighs trembled around his hand. He was so focused on you, on cataloging every reaction, that he didn’t hear the telltale sound of your keypad being pressed.
Neither of you noticed the front door opening. Not until a low, amused whistle cut through the heated air of your living room.
Chan’s hand froze mid-movement, his entire body going rigid as his head snapped toward the sound. His heart stopped, then kicked into overdrive, blood draining from his face as his brain struggled to process what he was seeing.
Hongjoong stood in the doorway, take-out bags dangling from his hands, looking completely unbothered by the scene before him; his supposed girlfriend sprawled beneath his friend on the couch, clothes disheveled, the air thick with the evidence of what they’d been doing.
“Fuck—” Chan started to pull away, panic flooding his system, apologies already forming on his tongue even as guilt crashed over him like a tidal wave. This was it. This was the consequence he’d been putting off for two months and it was so much worse than he’d imagined. He’d ruined everything—his friendship, his integrity, all for—
But when he looked down at you, expecting to see shame or fear or something resembling remorse at being caught, you were grinning.
Not at him but at Hongjoong.
“Hi Joongie,” you say, voice still breathless but utterly casual, like you hadn’t just been caught in what should have been a relationship-ending betrayal.
Chan’s mind reeled, trying to make sense of your tone, the ease in your body language, the complete lack of panic. He looked between you and Hongjoong, his hand still intimately positioned even as confusion replaced his initial terror.
Hongjoong’s lips curved into a smirk—not angry, not hurt, but amused—as he kicked the door shut behind him and set the take-out bags on the entry table.
“Hi, princess.” His voice was warm, affectionate even, as his eyes dragged deliberately over the compromising position you and Chan were tangled in. “You having fun with Channie hyung?”
The endearment, the question, the complete lack of rage or hurt; it all hit Chan at once, and suddenly nothing made sense anymore.
“What—” Chan’s voice came out rough, disoriented. His eyes darted between you and Hongjoong, trying to understand what the fuck was happening. “What is going on?”
“What’s going on is that pretty girl over there just got a million won out of me,” Hongjoong said as he stepped further into your living room, completely at ease as he settled into the armchair across from the couch.
Chan’s brain short-circuited. “That’s not…fuck, why aren’t you mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” Hongjoong shrugged, pulling out his phone like this was the most normal conversation in the world. “I mean, I had more faith in you bro, I didn’t think you’d cave so early, man.”
“‘Cause she’s your girlfriend?” Chan’s voice rose with frustrated confusion, his hands gesturing wildly between you and Hongjoong. “Because I’ve been fucking your girlfriend behind your back and…Jesus, Hongjoong, I’ve been lying to you, sneaking around, feeling like the worst friend in the world—”
“I mean, good thing she’s not my girlfriend then.”
The words hung in the air like a record scratch.
Chan blinked. Once. Twice. “What?”
You finally moved, sitting up properly and tugging your t-shirt down to cover yourself, though your legs remained draped across Chan’s lap. There was an apologetic smile playing at your lips now as you watched the information slowly process across his features; confusion giving way to disbelief, then something that might have been the beginning of understanding.
“She’s not my girlfriend, dude,” Hongjoong repeated, setting his phone aside to give Chan his full attention. “Never has been.”
Chan’s mouth opened, then closed. His hand, still resting on your thigh, tightened reflexively as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. “But, the party. You had your arm around her. You introduced her as—”
“As his friend,” you interjected gently, reaching over to touch his arm. “You assumed the rest.”
“I mean given the way we behave, I get it,” Hongjoong added. “We didn’t really correct anyone either when they made assumptions because honestly? It wasn’t anyone’s business what we actually were.”
Chan looked between you both, his expression still stunned. “So you two…?”
“Are friends who started hooking up,” you explained, your voice patient as you watched him process. “But we’re not in a relationship with each other. It’s not that we don’t like each other—”
“We do,” Hongjoong confirmed with an easy smile. “She’s great but look, I spend way too much time in the studio to be a present boyfriend. That’s not fair to anyone and we both knew that going in.”
“If you wanna look at it technically, then we’re in an open relationship, I guess.” You shrugged, your thumb rubbing small circles on Chan’s arm. “We both know what the other is up to, though neither of us have really explored the whole open part of it…until you.”
Chan’s eyes widened, his gaze snapping to yours. “Until me?”
“I saw how you looked at her that night,” Hongjoong said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and there was something in his expression, something Chan couldn’t quite read yet. “At the party. And I saw how she looked at you. She’s always had a thing for you—”
“Yah!” You grabbed a throw pillow and launched it at Hongjoong’s head, which he dodged with a laugh.
“Anyways,” Hongjoong continued, grinning now, “I told her that you wouldn’t do anything about it because you respected our friendship too much and especially not if you thought we were in a relationship.”
Understanding finally dawned on Chan’s face, followed immediately by something between embarrassment and disbelief. “You bet on whether I would—”
“I told him I could make you fold,” you interrupted, your voice dropping to something softer, more vulnerable. Your eyes met his, holding his gaze. “That I wanted you to fold.”
“So this entire time…you knew?” Chan’s voice was hollow with disbelief as he stared at Hongjoong.
“Yeah.”
“This is insane.” Chan shook his head, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “You? In an open relationship? You’re the most possessive fucker I know and I know myself. I’ve seen how you are with fans, the way you—”
Hongjoong shrugged and the casual gesture somehow made the whole situation even more surreal. Because Chan wasn’t wrong, Hongjoong was possessive and territorial, everyone who knew him understood that about him. But there was something in his expression now, something thoughtful and genuine that made Chan’s protests die in his throat.
“I’m not officially her boyfriend,” Hongjoong said simply. “And I knew my boundaries going in. Still do.”
Chan’s mind was reeling, trying to reconcile everything he thought he knew with this new reality. Two months of guilt, of thinking he was betraying one of his closest friends, of hating himself every time he touched you and it had all been based on an assumption. On a lie he’d told himself.
“Well, we were planning to talk to you about it tonight,” Hongjoong said, his eyes sliding to you with an amused smirk, “but I guess someone got greedy.”
You had the grace to look slightly sheepish, though the satisfied smile tugging at your lips suggested you weren’t particularly sorry about it.
“Talk about what?” Chan asked, wariness creeping into his voice. He felt like he was standing on shifting ground, like everything he thought was solid had turned to quicksand beneath his feet.
You and Hongjoong exchanged a look, one of those wordless communications that spoke of countless conversations Chan hadn’t been privy to. When you turned back to him, your expression was more serious than he’d seen it in months.
“About what this means going forward,” you said softly. “What we all want.”
Hongjoong leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on Chan and there was something weighing in his expression now, something that felt significant. “The two of us had talked about the possibility of becoming official. Like, actually dating, making it real instead of just…whatever we’ve been doing.” He paused, and something flickered across his face, something vulnerable beneath the casual exterior. “That was before you, though.”
Chan’s heart was pounding now, though he couldn’t quite name what he was feeling. Hope? Fear? Both?
“I still want her,” Hongjoong continued, his voice quiet but firm. “Still want that official thing, that relationship. But—” His eyes moved between Chan and you and when he spoke again, there was a strange certainty in his tone. “I also know that she wants you.”
Chan’s breath caught as you squeezed his hand, confirmation in the gesture.
“And when I really thought about it,” Hongjoong said, meeting Chan’s eyes directly, “when I sat with it and got over my ego for five fucking minutes, I realized I wouldn’t mind sharing. With you.”
The words hung in the air, weighted with possibility and complications that Chan’s overwhelmed brain couldn’t quite parse yet.
“You want to…what?” Chan’s voice came out rougher than intended. “What are you saying?”
“If you wanna date my girlfriend, I’ll be fine with it.”
The words landed like a physical blow, stealing the air from Chan’s lungs. He stared at Hongjoong, searching for any sign of a joke, of sarcasm, of something that would make this make sense but Hongjoong’s expression remained steady, serious in a way that made Chan’s chest tighten.
“Your girlfriend,” Chan repeated slowly, testing the words. “But you just said—”
“I said she’s not my girlfriend yet,” Hongjoong clarified and there was something almost possessive in the way he said it. “But we both know that’s been mine. We’ll have that conversation soon about making it official.” He paused, his gaze moving between Chan and you with something that looked almost like fondness. “And about whether you’d want to be part of that.”
Chan felt your hand tighten around his and when he looked at you, there was hope in your eyes, nervous, vulnerable hope that made his heart stutter.
“Part of—” Chan’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat, trying to wrap his mind around what was being offered. “You’re talking about…what? The three of us?”
“Only if you want to,” you said quietly, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. “No pressure, Chris. But yeah, that’s what we’re asking.”
“This is insane,” Chan breathed, though he made no move to pull away from you. “You want me to…date both of you? At the same time? That’s…people don’t just do that.”
“Some people do,” Hongjoong said with a slight shrug. “And look, I get it. It’s not conventional. It’s complicated as fuck and we’d have to figure out a lot of shit. But—” He leaned forward, his expression earnest now. “I trust you, dude. If I’m going to share her with anyone, you’re in the top three.”
“I’ve spent two months hating myself,” Chan said, his voice rough with emotion as everything crashed over him at once. “Two months thinking I was the worst friend in the world, that I was betraying you, that what I was doing was—”
“I know,” Hongjoong interrupted gently. “And I’m sorry we let it go on that long but we needed to see if this was real. If what you felt for her was just…I don’t know, forbidden fruit bullshit, or if it was actually something.”
Chan’s eyes found yours again and god, looking at you now—knowing he didn’t have to hide it anymore, that the guilt had been unnecessary all along—it was overwhelming.
“Is it?” you asked softly. “Something real?”
Chan let out a shaky breath, his free hand coming up to cup your face. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that first night. Every time I tried to end it, to do the right thing, I just…couldn’t. So yeah. It’s real. Too fucking real.”
A slow smile spread across your face and Hongjoong made a satisfied sound from his chair.
“So,” Hongjoong said, standing up and grabbing the takeout bags. “Are we doing this? Because the food’s getting cold and I’d rather have this conversation over something to eat.”
Chan looked at him, then at you, his mind still struggling to catch up with how dramatically his world had just shifted. “You’re really okay with this? Both of you?”
“More than okay,” you confirmed.
“I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t,” Hongjoong added. “But Chan? If we do this, we do it right. Communication, honesty, all that shit. No more sneaking around and feeling guilty. We figure this out together, or not at all.”
Chan felt something in his chest loosen, the weight of two months of guilt finally lifting, replaced by something he was afraid to name yet. Something that felt dangerously like happiness.
“Okay,” he heard himself say. “Okay, let’s…let’s try this. Figure it out.”
Your smile was blinding and when you pulled him down for a kiss, he could taste your relief and joy. When you pulled back, Hongjoong was watching with that same fond expression and somehow it didn’t feel wrong.
It felt like maybe, just maybe, this could actually work.
“Good,” Hongjoong said, heading toward the kitchen. “Now can we eat? And maybe someone can explain why I walked in on you two on the couch like animals when there’s a perfectly good bedroom twenty feet away.”
“You say that like you haven’t done the same before,” you shot back, your tone pointed enough to make Hongjoong pause mid-step.
He turned back with a shameless grin. “Touché.”
Chan’s brain, still trying to process the last ten minutes of revelations, latched onto a new concern. “Wait, does that mean Hongjoong is my boyfriend now, or is it like those sister wives things?”
Hongjoong actually laughed—a genuine, full-bodied sound that echoed through the living room. “Dude, really? Don’t think so hard about it.” He set the takeout bags on the kitchen counter, turning back to gesture between the three of them. “You and I don’t have to do anything but love her,” he said, pointing at you with an easy confidence that somehow made the whole situation feel less insane. “But I’m open to trying new things.” He shrugged like he’d just suggested trying a new restaurant instead of completely redefining their relationship dynamic.
Chan blinked. “You’re just…cool with all of this? Just like that?”
“Chan,” Hongjoong said, pulling containers out of the bags, “I’ve had months to think about this. You’re the one playing catch-up here. Give yourself a minute to breathe.”
You squeezed Chan’s hand again, drawing his attention back to you. “There’s no rulebook for this,” you said softly. “We make it up as we go. Whatever feels right for all of us.”
Chan looked between you and Hongjoong; at the easy way Hongjoong moved around your kitchen like he belonged there, at the warmth in your eyes, at how natural this all seemed for you both while his world was still tilting on its axis.
“Okay,” he said finally, exhaling slowly. “Okay. I can do that.”
“Good,” Hongjoong said, already opening containers. “Now get over here. I got your favorite and if you let it get cold after the fun you two apparently had, I’m taking my million won back.”
You don’t make it through dinner, not that Hongjoong expected you to.
He’d been watching you the entire meal with that knowing smirk, the one that said he could read every thought crossing your mind. The way you kept shifting in your seat, pressing your thighs together. How your eyes kept darting between him and Chan, lingering on the way Chan’s throat worked when he swallowed, the flex of Hongjoong’s fingers around his chopsticks.
The moment Hongjoong set his plate down on the coffee table, you were on him.
“There she is,” he murmured against your lips, his grin evident even as you kissed him. His hands found your hips, pulling you fully into his lap as you straddled him in the chair. “Couldn’t even wait, could you, princess?”
“You knew I wouldn’t,” you breathed, your fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt.
“I did,” he agreed, sounding far too pleased with himself. His eyes flickered past you to where Chan sat frozen on the couch, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, watching the two of you with an expression caught somewhere between arousal and uncertainty. “The real question is, did he know?”
You turned your head to look at Chan, and the heat in your gaze made his breath catch visibly. “Chris hasn’t seen us together yet,” you said, your voice dropping to something lower, more inviting. “Haven’t gotten to show him how good Joongie makes me feel.”
Hongjoong’s hands slid under your shirt, and you arched into his touch, never breaking eye contact with Chan. “That bother you, bro?” Hongjoong asked, his tone casual despite the clear intent in his movements. “Watching?”
Chan’s chopsticks clattered against his plate as he set it down with shaking hands. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide as he watched Hongjoong’s hands map your body with familiar confidence. “I—fuck, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here.”
“Whatever feels right,” you said, echoing your earlier words. You pulled your shirt over your head in one smooth motion and both men’s eyes tracked the movement hungrily. “You can watch. You can join. You can tell us what you want to see.” You rolled your hips against Hongjoong, drawing a low groan from him. “Or you can tell us what you want us to do to you.”
Hongjoong’s laugh was breathless as his hands splayed across your bare back. “She’s generous like that,” he said. “Always making sure everyone’s taken care of.” His mouth found your neck and the deliberate way he kissed down your throat made it clear this was a show; for Chan’s benefit as much as yours. “So what’s it gonna be, hyung? You just gonna sit there with your jaw on the floor, or are you gonna come over here?”
Chan stood, his movements almost involuntary, drawn forward like a magnet. When he reached the chair, standing over both of you, his hand came up to cup your face, tilting your head back from where you were pressed against Hongjoong.
“Can I—” his voice was rough, uncertain, and you smiled.
“You don’t have to ask permission anymore, Chris,” you whispered. “Not from either of us.”
The kiss was heated, desperate and when you moaned into Chan’s mouth—whether from the kiss itself or from whatever Hongjoong was doing with his hands—Chan felt the last of his hesitation shatter.
“Good,” Hongjoong said against your shoulder, satisfaction clear in his voice. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”
You’re greedy and you know it, but you don’t care, especially not now, in this moment.
It had started slowly after Chan had lifted you and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Hongjoong’s laughter following behind as they made their way to your bedroom. There was something surreal about watching them navigate your space together, about the way Hongjoong had casually stripped off his shirt while Chan laid you down on the bed with a reverence that made your chest tight.
They took turns making you feel good at first; Hongjoong’s mouth on your neck while Chan’s hands mapped your thighs, then switching, Chan’s lips trailing down your stomach while Hongjoong’s fingers worked between your legs. Learning each other’s rhythms, finding where one ended and the other began, until their touches started to overlap and you couldn’t tell whose hands were whose anymore. Didn’t realize how easily they fell into rhythm like they’d done this before.
The praise came from both sides, wrapping around you like silk. “So good for us, baby.”
“Look at her, so fucking pretty like this.”
“That’s it, princess, just like that.”
But so did the degradation, the teasing edge that had your head spinning and heat pooling low in your belly.
“Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Want both of us?”
“She’s not gonna last, look at her already shaking.”
“Think she can take more? I think she can take more.”
“Such a pretty little cocksleeve.”
The simultaneous praise and degradation made you dizzy, turned you into something desperate and needy between them. They worked you like a well-oiled machine instead of something that had been agreed upon thirty minutes ago over cooling takeout; like they’d done this a hundred times before, like they knew exactly how to play your body in harmony.
And now, god, now—
The way they had you positioned between them should have been awkward, should have required coordination and communication but somehow it just worked. Hongjoong behind you, his chest pressed against your back, one hand splayed possessively across your stomach while the other pushed down on your lower back, arching you exactly the way he wanted. His breath was hot against your shoulder, his voice a low rumble of approval and instruction that made you clench around nothing.
Chan laid back against your mountain of pillows in front of you, all dewy skin and flexed muscle, his chest rising and falling with barely controlled breath. One hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly as his other hand guided you forward, fingers threading through your hair with a gentleness that contrasted beautifully with Hongjoong’s firm grip on your hips.
“Come here, baby,” Chan murmured, his voice wrecked and wanting. “Let me see that pretty mouth.”
You whimpered as Hongjoong’s hand pressed more firmly against your back, the angle making you arch, making you present yourself to him even as you leaned forward toward Chan. The praise from behind you was immediate.
“Perfect,” Hongjoong breathed, his hands kneading your ass appreciatively. “Fucking perfect, princess. You look so good like this.”
Chan’s thumb brushed across your lower lip, his eyes dark and reverent as he watched you. When you took him into your mouth, the groan that tore from his throat was matched by Hongjoong’s curse behind you as he finally, finally pushed inside.
The stretch was exquisite, familiar yet somehow different with Chan watching, with Chan’s hand gentle in your hair and his taste on your tongue. You moaned around him, and the vibration made Chan’s hips jerk involuntarily.
“Fuck, sorry—” Chan started but Hongjoong cut him off with a breathless laugh.
“Don’t apologize. She likes that shit.” His hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you gasping. “Don’t you, baby? Like being used between us?”
You couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but whimper and try to focus on both sensations at once; Hongjoong’s controlled thrusts from behind, the weight of Chan on your tongue, the praise and filth falling from both their lips like a symphony.
“So good for us,” Chan breathed, his free hand coming up to cup your face with devastating tenderness. “Taking us both so well.”
“She can handle more,” Hongjoong said with that edge of mean that made you clench around him. His hand came down on your ass—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make you moan. “Can’t you, princess? Wanna show Channie how good you can be?”
The rhythm built between them; Hongjoong’s thrusts pushing you forward onto Chan, then pulling back, a perfect give and take that had you trembling. Chan’s hand tightened in your hair,grounding himself while guiding you up and down his length as Hongjoong’s fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise.
And when Hongjoong’s hand slides around to where you needed it most while Chan praised you through gritted teeth, as they worked together to unravel you completely—you decided that damnation had never felt so much like heaven.
“Such a good girl now,” Chan murmured, his voice strained with pleasure as his fingers traced along your jaw. “Where’s that brat from earlier, huh?”
You know he’s baiting you, dangling the question like a challenge. Know he’s looking for an excuse to punish you, to get mean the way you’d pushed him to be this morning with your teasing and attitude. The smart thing would be to stay quiet, to be the good girl he’s praising you for being.
But when have you ever done the smart thing?
You pulled back just enough to speak, your lips swollen and slick, meeting Chan’s dark eyes with a deliberate glint of defiance. “She’s right here,” you said, your voice rough but unmistakably bratty. “Why? You miss her already?”
Behind you, Hongjoong’s rhythm faltered for just a second before he let out a disbelieving laugh. “Oh, she’s asking for it now.”
“Yeah?” Chan’s hand tightened in your hair, not painful but firm enough to make your breath catch. His expression shifted from reverent to something darker, more dangerous. “That what you want, baby? Want me to remind you what happens to brats who can’t behave?”
You bit your lip, fighting back a grin even as Hongjoong’s hand came down on your ass again—harder this time, the sharp sting making you gasp. “Maybe,” you breathed, deliberately pushing. “Or maybe you’re all talk, Chris.”
“Fuck,” Hongjoong groaned, his hands gripping your hips bruisingly tight as he stilled deep inside you. “You’re really gonna regret that, princess.”
Chan’s smile was sharp, predatory, as he sat up slightly, using his grip on your hair to guide you exactly where he wanted. “Oh, baby,” he said, voice dropping to something dark and promising. “You have no idea what you just started.”
“Then show me,” you challenged, even though you were already trembling between them, already so close to falling apart. “Both of you.”
The look that passed between Chan and Hongjoong over your body was electric; a wordless agreement, a shared understanding of exactly how they were going to take you apart.
“Your funeral,” Hongjoong murmured against your shoulder blade, and then they both moved.
You were grinning now, triumph and anticipation curling hot in your belly but you had no idea what Pandora’s box you had just unlocked between the both of them.
The energy shifted instantly—so palpable you could almost taste the static charge in the air. Where before they’d been coordinated but separate entities focused on your pleasure, now there was something almost telepathic in the way they moved. Like your challenge had flipped a switch, activating some primal understanding between them, turning them from two individuals into a unified force with one singular, focused goal—breaking you down until that bratty grin dissolved into desperate, incoherent pleas.
“Little slut thinks she’s so clever,” Chan said but he wasn’t talking to you anymore. His eyes stayed locked on yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch, made your pulse jump in your throat but his words were directed over your shoulder to Hongjoong. There was something in his tone—amusement mixed with dark promise and an edge of competitive pride—that sent a shiver racing down your spine.
“She always does,” Hongjoong replied, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that you knew from experience meant trouble. His hand slid up your spine, the touch deceptively gentle, almost soothing, calluses catching slightly on your sweat-dampened skin before he suddenly fisted your hair at the roots and yanked you back against his chest. The angle changed brutally and you felt him hit somewhere deeper, somewhere that made stars burst behind your eyes and tore a sharp, broken cry from your throat. “Right up until she remembers why being good is so much better for her.”
Your scalp stung where he held you and the pain mixed with the pleasure of him buried inside you in a way that made your thoughts scatter like startled birds.
“Think we’ve been too soft with her,” Chan mused, sitting up slightly so he could cup your face with both hands, forcing you to maintain eye contact even as Hongjoong’s grip kept you arched back at an almost uncomfortable angle. Your neck strained, your back bowed, completely at their mercy. His thumb traced your bottom lip, dragging down slowly before pressing inside your mouth. The automatic way you hollowed your cheeks and sucked made his pupils dilate until his eyes were nearly black. “Letting her think she’s in charge here. That she gets to set the pace.”
Your grin faltered slightly—just a flicker of uncertainty as your brain finally started catching up to what was happening. The way they were talking about you like you weren’t there, like you were a problem they needed to solve together, a challenge they’d jointly accepted. The casual dominance threaded through every word, every calculated touch.
“Way too soft,” Hongjoong agreed and you could hear the smirk in his voice without even seeing his face. “She really thought she was so clever. Thought she was running this whole show. Playing us against each other.” His lips brushed against your ear and you could feel his smile against your skin. “Baby, you were never in control. Not for a single fucking second.”
There was something in his tone that cut through the pleasure-fog in your brain, something that made warning bells go off even as your body betrayed you by clenching around him.
“What?” you managed to gasp out.
“Chan,” Hongjoong called out, his voice dark with amusement. “Want to tell her? Or should I?”
Chan’s hand paused in your hair and when you managed to look up at him through blurry eyes, there was guilt written across his features but also something else. Something that looked almost like satisfaction.
“Tell me what?” Your voice came out sharper despite your compromised position.
Hongjoong’s laugh was low and rich against your ear. “That studio session two months before that party downtown. Remember me telling you about working late with Channie?”
Your heart started pounding for entirely different reasons now.
“I asked him if he liked you,” Hongjoong continued, his hand sliding up your spine in a mockery of comfort. “Because I’d seen the way he looked at you in photos. The way he’d ask about you, all casual, like he wasn’t dying to know everything.”
“Hongjoong—” Chan’s voice held a warning, but he didn’t deny it.
“He tried to deny it at first,” Hongjoong went on, clearly enjoying himself now. “Said you were just a friend. That he respected our relationship too much but I knew better. So I made him a deal.”
His teeth grazed your earlobe and you shuddered. “Told him I’d make sure he got his chance. That I’d set everything up perfect. Make you think you were chasing him, that you were the one in control and we’d bet on how long he’d last before he was completely addicted.”
Your brain struggled to process what he was saying, struggled to reconcile the guilt you’d seen in Chan’s eyes for months with the idea that he’d known all along.
“You—” you started but Hongjoong cut you off.
“The best part?” His voice was velvet and sin. “There were never any real stakes to our bet. Whether Chan lasted one night or needed more, whether he walked away or got obsessed, we both won the same prize.”
His hand slid around to grip your throat gently, tilting your head back so you could see Chan’s face above you. “We both got to keep you.”
The room spun. Chan had known. The guilt, the conflict, the way he’d looked at you like having you was killing him—had that all been real? Or had he been acting the whole time?
“Chan?” Your voice came out smaller than you intended.
“I—” Chan’s jaw clenched and at least he had the decency to look conflicted now. “I didn’t think I’d actually fall for you. That part wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“But you knew,” you pressed. “This whole time. Every time I thought I was corrupting you, that we were sneaking around—”
“I knew,” he admitted quietly. “Hongjoong told me everything. About the bet you two made. About how he’d make sure you thought that I thought you were his girlfriend.” His hand cupped your face with devastating gentleness. “I’m sorry but I’m not sorry enough to regret it.”
You should be furious. Should be pushing them both away, demanding answers, angry at being manipulated like some kind of—
But then Hongjoong’s hand moved between your legs again and your body’s reaction was immediate and damning. You gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily and you felt yourself get impossibly wetter at the revelation.
Hongjoong’s laugh was dark and knowing against your ear. “Oh, fuck. You’re not even mad, are you?” His fingers slid through your arousal as proof. “Look at this, Chan. Our dirty little whore just got wetter finding out we played her.”
The degradation mixed with praise made you whimper and you couldn’t even deny it. Because he was right, god help you, he was completely right.
“You like it,” Hongjoong continued, his voice full of satisfaction. “Like knowing we wanted you so badly we orchestrated this whole thing. That we worked together to make sure you ended up exactly where we wanted you, between us, taking everything we give you.”
“Tell him,” Chan urged, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Tell Hongjoong how it makes you feel. Knowing you never stood a chance.”
“I—” you tried to speak but Hongjoong chose that moment to thrust particularly deep and the words dissolved into a moan.
“Use your words, princess,” Hongjoong demanded, his hand tightening slightly on your throat; not enough to restrict airflow, just enough to remind you who was in control. “Tell us how wet it makes you, knowing we’ve been playing you this whole time.”
“Fuck,” you gasped, shame and arousal warring in your chest until you couldn’t tell them apart anymore. “It’s—god, it’s so hot. You’re both terrible and I…I can’t believe I’m this turned on—”
“But you are,” Chan says and there was wonder mixed with satisfaction in his voice. “You’re fucking dripping for us, baby. Getting off on being manipulated. On being ours.”
“Been ours from the start,” Hongjoong added, his hips rolling in that maddeningly slow rhythm again. “You just didn’t know it yet. Thought you had all the power, making Chan hyung break his precious morals. But baby—” his laugh was dark, “—we let you think that. Let you believe you were corrupting him when really, we were both corrupting you.”
“How long?” you managed to ask, your voice breaking. “How long have you been planning this?”
“Since that studio session,” Hongjoong said. “I knew the moment I saw how he looked at your pictures, how he looked at you.Knew he’d be perfect for us. For you.”
“And you—” you looked up at Chan, needing to understand. “You agreed to this? To pretend?”
“The guilt was real,” Chan said quietly, his hand gentle in your hair now. “Even knowing Hongjoong was okay with it, even knowing you weren’t really his…I still felt like I was doing something wrong. That made it better, didn’t it? Made you want me more because you thought I was conflicted.”
He was right and you hated how right he was. The guilt in his eyes had been half the appeal, the knowledge that he wanted you enough to betray his morals.
“But the wanting was always real,” Chan continued. “The addiction was real. I wasn’t lying about that, baby. One taste and I couldn’t stop. That’s exactly what Hongjoong predicted.”
“Because I know him,” Hongjoong said smugly. “And I know you. Knew you’d be irresistible to each other. That once he had you, he’d never be able to walk away.” His hand slid from your throat down to your breast, thumb circling your nipple. “Just like I can’t walk away. You’re ours now, princess. Both of ours.”
“So what now?” you asked, even though your body had clearly already decided, trembling and desperate between them.
“Now?” Hongjoong’s smile was wicked against your shoulder. “Now we show you what happens when you’re not the one in control. When you’re exactly where we want you.”
“And baby?” Chan added, his grip tightening in your hair as he guided you back toward him. “We’ve been holding back. Being nice. But you just challenged us, remember? Called me all talk.”
“So we’re done being nice,” Hongjoong finished. His hand moved between your legs again but instead of the relief you craved, he just teased; light touches that made you whimper and try to rock against his hand. “We’re going to take you apart piece by piece and you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
“And when we’re done,” Chan said, his voice dropping to something dark and promising, “you’re going to thank us for it.”
The look that passed between them over your body was pure predatory satisfaction.
“Starting now,” Hongjoong said and then he pulled out completely, leaving you empty and gasping.
Before you could protest, before you could beg, they were moving you; flipping you onto your back, Chan moving down your body while Hongjoong positioned himself at your head.
“Remember those rules?” Chan asked, settling between your thighs with a wicked smile. “Fingers first, then tongue, then cock?”
“We’re starting over,” Hongjoong said, his hand tangling in your hair as he guided you toward him. “And this time, we’re going to make you earn it.”
“Every. Single. Orgasm,” Chan agreed, his breath hot against your inner thigh but not quite where you needed him. “You’re going to beg so pretty for us, baby. Going to show us exactly how much you love being ours.”
And then they began their systematic destruction of every coherent thought in your head. Chan’s mouth was devastating; precise and merciless as he worked you with his tongue, building you up toward that edge with practiced ease. But every time you got close, every time your thighs started to shake and your breathing hitched, he pulled back. Just enough to keep you hovering, desperate, needy.
“Not yet,” he’d say against your oversensitive flesh. “Ask nicely.”
Meanwhile, Hongjoong guided your mouth onto him with firm hands, praising you when you took him deep, degrading you when you gagged. “That’s it, take it all. Such a good little slut for us. Made for this, weren’t you? Made to be between us, taking whatever we give you like a good little cocksleeve.”
The dual sensations—Chan’s tongue driving you insane, Hongjoong filling your mouth—should have been enough to push you over. But they’d found a rhythm that kept you suspended in that agonizing space just before release, never quite letting you tip over.
“Please,” you finally gasped when Hongjoong let you up for air. “Please, I need—”
“What do you need, baby?” Chan asked, his fingers replacing his tongue, pumping slowly inside you. “Tell us exactly what you want.”
“Need to come,” you sobbed, past pride, past shame. “Please let me come, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good—”
“Will you?” Hongjoong’s hand tightened in your hair. “Because you’ve been nothing but a brat all day. What makes you think you deserve it?”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “I’m sorry for being bratty, for challenging you, for—for everything. Please, I need you both, need to come, need—”
“Better,” Chan murmured, his fingers curling inside you in a way that made you cry out. “But I think you can beg prettier than that. What do you think, Joong?”
“Definitely,” Hongjoong agreed. “Tell us whose you are, princess. Say it nice and loud.”
“Yours,” you gasped without hesitation. “Both of yours. Only yours. Please—”
“Good girl,” they said in unison, and then finally, finally, Chan’s mouth returned with purpose, his fingers and tongue working together to push you toward that edge.
“Come for us,” Hongjoong commanded, his hand gentle now in your hair. “Show Chan hyung how pretty you look when you fall apart.”
And you did shattering with their names on your lips, your whole body convulsing as pleasure crashed over you in waves so intense they bordered on painful. Chan worked you through it, drawing it out until you were pushing at his head, oversensitive and trembling.
“One,” Hongjoong said and there was dark promise in that single word. “Think she can give us more, hyung?”
“Oh, definitely,” Chan agreed, his smile wicked as he moved up your body. “We’ve got all night to break her in properly. Show her what it really means to be ours.”
“And baby?” Hongjoong leaned down to whisper in your ear as Chan positioned himself at your entrance. “You’re not leaving this bed until we’re convinced you understand exactly who’s in charge. Until that bratty attitude is fucked right out of you and all that’s left is our good little girl.Understand?”
You could only whimper your agreement and then Chan was pushing inside, stretching you in one slow thrust that had you arching off the bed.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Chan groaned. “So fucking perfect.”
“She is,” Hongjoong agreed, his hand sliding down to wrap around your throat again; not squeezing, just resting there, a reminder of control. “Our perfect girl. Aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” you gasped as Chan started to move. “Yes, yours, all yours—”
“That’s right,” Hongjoong said, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “And we’re never letting you go.”
They traded places throughout the night; Hongjoong taking you while Chan held you, Chan fucking you against the headboard while Hongjoong whispered filth in your ear. Sometimes both of them touching you at once, hands and mouths everywhere until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
They wrung orgasm after orgasm from your trembling body—three, four, five—you lost count somewhere around when Hongjoong had you on your hands and knees while Chan lay beneath you, both of them filling you until you thought you’d break apart from the intensity.
“Can’t—” you sobbed at some point, your body shaking uncontrollably. “Can’t anymore, please—”
“One more,” Hongjoong coaxed, his hand sliding between your legs again despite your protest. “Give us one more, baby. Show us how good you can be.”
“You can take it,” Chan encouraged from below you, his hands steady on your hips. “Know you can, baby. So strong, so perfect for us.”
And somehow, impossibly, they pulled another orgasm from you—this one softer, almost gentle but no less devastating. You collapsed between them, completely spent, every muscle trembling with exhaustion.
“So good,” Chan murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “Did so well, baby.”
“So proud of you,” Hongjoong added, his hands soothing now as they rubbed your back. “Our perfect girl.”
They cleaned you up with warm washcloths, their touches gentle now, reverent. Hongjoong brought water and made you drink while Chan changed the sheets around you. They sandwiched you between them after, a tangle of limbs and warmth.
“Are you okay?” Chan asked quietly, his fingers carding through your hair. “That wasn’t too much?”
You made a sound that might have been a laugh if you had the energy. “I’m pretty sure I died and came back to life at least twice.”
“That’s not an answer,” Hongjoong pressed, his hand rubbing circles on your hip. “Seriously. We pushed pretty hard. Tell us if we went too far.”
“I’m perfect,” you said, and meant it. “Sore. Exhausted. Thoroughly fucked but perfect.”
“Good,” Chan said, relief evident in his voice.
“Though I still can’t believe you two planned this,” you added, poking Hongjoong in the ribs weakly. “That’s so manipulative.”
“Says the woman who bet she could seduce someone who thought she was off-limits,” Hongjoong countered, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips. “We’re all terrible people, baby. That’s why we work.”
“He’s not wrong,” Chan admitted. “We’re all pretty fucked up in the best way.”
You couldn’t argue with that. “So what happens now? Like, actually. Tomorrow when we’re not all sex-drunk and stupid.”
“Now we figure it out,” Hongjoong said simply. “The three of us. Communication, boundaries, all that adult shit we should have led with.”
“But the important thing?” Chan added, tilting your face toward him. “We’re in this. All of us. However it works, we’ll figure it out together.”
“Even when I’m bratty?” you asked with a tired smile.
“Especially when you’re bratty,” they said in unison and the shared exasperation in their voices made you laugh.
“You two really are perfect for each other,” you observed. “Teaming up against me.”
“Baby,” Hongjoong said, pressing a kiss to your temple, “we’ve been a team since before that studio session. You never stood a chance.”
“Your funeral,” you quoted back at him, and felt his chest shake with laughter behind you.
“Worth it,” he said simply.
“Yeah,” Chan agreed, his arm tightening around your waist. “Definitely worth it.”
And as you drifted off to sleep between them, thoroughly exhausted and completely satisfied, you had to admit that they were right.
You never stood a chance and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hongjoong had planned for chaos, stress, and potential last-minute disasters. What he had not planned for was incidentally becoming responsible for Stray Kids’ sick maknae… Naturally, at a large scale event, fate couldn’t resist complicating the leader of Ateez’s plans juuust a little.
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Sickie: I.N/ Jeongin
Caretaker/s: Seonghwa and Hongjoong
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Ateez had already finished performing, settled around a velvet-clad table and watching other groups light up the stage. Music, voices, and the clink of glass filled the air, creating just enough chaos for someone to sneak off unnoticed.
Hongjoong slipped away with practiced ease, ducking behind the curtains backstage while the event buzzed on without him. They’d been at this venue before, and he knew of a bathroom tucked away from the rest, a quiet little nook where he could take a breath.
The hallway beyond was blessedly quiet, all muted footsteps and distant music. Unfortunately, Hongjoong had once made the mistake of sharing his hot tip on the restroom with his members. He’d barely made it halfway down when he suddenly sensed another presence keeping pace just a few steps behind.
“Hey,” Seonghwa said, falling into step beside him like it was inevitable, their arms brushing together. “Bathroom break or escaping the function?”
Hongjoong huffed out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “Maybe both?” He quipped, sticking his hand back into his pant pocket. “You?”
“Maybe both.” Seonghwa repeated back at him with a soft smile. Hongjoong chuckled.
They reached the restroom, and Seonghwa gestured for Hongjoong to go first, to which he gave a grateful nod. He pushed the door open without thinking, letting it shut behind him, only to freeze mid-step.
Someone was on the floor. Not dead, hopefully, but he easily could’ve passed as it. The guy was collapsed against the cold tile, limbs folded into his chest, which was rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
“Oh—” Hongjoong’s stomach dropped. He was at the other man’s side in an instant, crouching, hands hovering uselessly. “Hey, uh- hello-?”
He placed a hand on his shoulder, rolling the stranger over so he could see his face, and felt his throat tighten immediately.
It wasn’t a stranger, not quite. Hongjoong knew that face.
It was Jeongin, better known as I.N from Stray Kids, lying half-conscious on the floor. His skin looked pale under the harsh lights, orange hair once fiery on stage now matted with sweat.
Oh god.
“You’re.. you’re Bang Chan’s kid..” Hongjoong whispered under his breath, like his brain was still trying to wrap itself around it.
There was no doubt about it. It was him.
Hongjoong shook Jeongin’s shoulder, eyes darting around the room like he’d somehow find a solution waiting for him right there.
“Hey, hey— can you hear me?” The older man called out, rubbing a hand up and down his arm to rouse him while the other helplessly fumbled for his phone.
Jeongin didn’t answer. His breathing just hitched again, letting out a thin, broken sound that made Hongjoong’s heart slam painfully against his ribs.
What was wrong with him? Why was he here? Alone? How long had he been here? Where were his other members? Didn’t they usually go together, at least as a pair? What could he do?
Shit. He certainly had to do something.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong called out , voice tight, not daring to look away from Jeongin for even a second. “I need you. Now.”
The door cracked open a mere second later, and Seonghwa was already moving before he knew what they were dealing with. A quiet gasp slipped from his lips, but he reigned himself in, not wanting to add to the stress. No need to panic.
Instead, he knelt on the other side of the younger man, steady and calm in the way he knew Hongjoong desperately needed him to be.
“Okay,” Seonghwa said softly, eyes scanning Jeongin with focused concern. “Let’s figure this out. Slow down, Joong.”
“He was just lying here,” Hongjoong explained, eyes wide. His phone was in his hand, clutched so tight his fingers turned white. “Do we need to call an ambulance or?”
Seonghwa considered it for a moment, then gave a small shake of his head. “Hold on for just a second..” At this event, with cameras left and right, keeping it on the down low would probably be in everyone’s best interest.
“Let’s see if we can wake him first.” Seonghwa hesitated, eyes scanning across Jeongin’s pale face and sweaty hairline. He brushed some orange strands from his forehead, feeling the undeniable fever burning through his skin.
Then, he pressed a fist down against his sternum, just enough for Jeongin to startle with a small gasp. His eyes fluttered open, heavy and dazed as he blinked at the two unfamiliar faces hovering above him.
“Hey there,” Seonghwa greeted him, voice velvety smooth, gentle in that nurturing way only he could manage. “I’m Seonghwa, you’re Iyen, right..?” he paused, eyebrows furrowing in a frown, “can you.. can you hear me?”
Jeongin just stared at him, clearly struggling to keep his eyes focused, and let out a small sound that sounded too close to whimper. “Hyung…?”
His shallow breaths sped up as he grew more aware of his surroundings, bordering on frantic, and Seonghwa gave him a warm smile in an attempt to mollify him. “Shh, you’re okay.. We’re gonna find your hyungs..”
Seonghwa pressed his fingers more deliberately against Jeongin’s cheek now, gauging his temperature. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet Hongjoong’s eyes. “Feverish.” He informed, short and clinical.
Hongjoong frowned, his concern growing. Was he sick? Overworked? Both? Either way, the kid wasn’t looking too hot…
Seonghwa carefully gathered the younger man in his arms, startling a little when Jeongin suddenly reached out, a shaky hand hovering in the air. His eyes softened immediately.
“Aigoo..” Seonghwa cushioned Jeongin’s head on his lap and grabbed the searching hand in his own, giving it a squeeze. “You’re okay, you’re okay..”
Footsteps echoed faintly outside the door—laughter, voices drifting closer and further as people passed by their little restroom hideout.
Hongjoong shot to his feet, pulse roaring in his ears as instincts kicked in. He turned, grabbed the door handle, and planted himself in front of it, shoulders squared like a shield.
“No one comes in,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Then, a little louder. “We need to find his members.”
Behind him, Seonghwa was still speaking to Jeongin with a soothing voice, grounding, assessing, even though he got little response. With some coaxing, he eventually managed to get the younger Stray Kids member to sit upright against the wall, bracing him against his side.
Okay, good, that was progress.
Hongjoong pressed his palm flat against the door and breathed, forcing himself to stay steady. Lifting his phone, he hit Bang Chan’s number in his contacts, holding it up to his ear as it rang, even if he’d halfway given up before he even started.
They were at one of the biggest events of the year, there was no way Chan was going to take it. Even if his phone was on, which it likely wasn’t, he wouldn’t hear it over all the noise…
After three calls, Hongjoong felt the hopelessness growing. He was about to give up when the sound of a very loud, very familiar laugh reached his ears.
Wooyoung.
Hongjoong gasped like he’d struck gold, quickly unlocking the door and pushing it open just a sliver. There, through the small gap, he could see Wooyoung outside the bathroom, cheerfully chatting to someone further down the hall.
“Hey, Wooyoung-ah..!” Hongjoong hissed out loud enough to hear, catching the latter off guard with the sudden sharpness in his voice. “Come here.”
Wooyoung turned to look at him and stumbled a little closer to the bathroom door, eyes wide. “Yah- Hongjoong-hyung, what— what are you doing? Are you hogging the secret bathroom? I gotta pee!”
Hongjoong cut him off with a sharp look, voice low and awfully solemn. No time for pleasantries. “Can you find Changbin?”
“Huh?” Wooyoung was beyond lost. He blinked once, twice, then nodded dubiously. “Changbin? Well yeah, I can sniff him out in any crowd like a K-9,” he replied earnestly, eyes narrowing. “But… why?”
Hongjoong hesitated, glancing around the backstage area before carefully beckoning Wooyoung closer. He pushed the door open and stepped to the side slightly, revealing Seonghwa sitting on the bathroom floor with someone curled up on his side.
That someone wasn’t one of their own members, but Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel he looked awfully familiar, like a cousin you haven’t seen in a few years.
His breath hitched as he recognised him, concern flashing in his eyes. “Woah- is that?”
“Yes,” Hongjoong answered in a quiet hiss, lifting a finger to his lips to quiet him. “Stray kids’ maknae— he’s not well. Can you find Changbin or not?”
Wooyoung nodded curtly, stepping his feet together and giving a brief salute. “Aye aye, captain, I’ll be back in a flash.” And with that, he rushed back out to the event at full speed, like a greyhound let out the gate.
Because sprinting through the halls is very low-key, Hongjoong thought with a heavy sigh. He lingered for a moment, watching Wooyoung vanish behind the curtains before carefully slipping back into the bathroom.
He held the door handle again, making sure no one tried to barge in uninvited, and crouched down beside the pair. “How is he?” He whispered worryingly.
Seonghwa gave a helpless shrug. “Still the same. Really out of it, but he’s a little calmer.. I think.” His arm was draped around the younger man’s shoulders, fingers carding through the sweat dampened hair at his nape.
Jeongin still looked pale as a sheet, sagging against Seonghwa like a puppet with its strings cut, but his breathing wasn’t as erratic as it was when he found him. That was good.
“Hey, can you talk to us?” Hongjoong prompted, placing a hand on his shoulder as he assessed him once more. “Do you know your name?”
Jeongin parted his lips to speak, but his body jerked when a cough came out instead, chesty and scratchy, like it had already been festering for a few days. He ducked his head and Seonghwa grimaced in sympathy, tilting him forward and patting his back .
Once the fit subsided, Jeongin groaned, out of breath, and pressed a hand to his face. Then, with a little support, he leaned back against the wall. “S-sorry, sir,” he rasped, lips trembling. “I’m.. I’m Yang J-Jeongin, sir..”
Hongjoong’s brows knit closer together, but he gave a satisfied nod. At least he knew who he was. “No need to apologise, Jeongin-ah.” He assured him in the most gentle voice he could muster. “We’re going to get your hyungs for you, okay?”
Jeongin gave a small nod, inhaling shakily through chapped lips. “Okay..”
As though the promise itself had summoned them, a sudden bang rattled the door. Hongjoong’s foot shot out instinctively, bracing the door against the intrusion as he called out, voice sharp. “Who is it?”
“It’s me!” Wooyoung whisper-shouted back, tugging at the door handle impatiently. “I found Changbinnie and Bang Chan!”
Hongjoong exhaled sharply, relief flooding his chest, and eased the door open just enough to peek out. True to Wooyoung’s word, Changbin and Bang Chan were close behind, weaving through the backstage area with hurried, concerned expressions. Hongjoong pushed the door open to let them past.
“Joong!” Bang Chan hissed as soon as he spotted him, eyes darting behind him to find Jeongin on the floor. “What happened? Is he—”
“Not sure yet,” Hongjoong interrupted, keeping a firm hand on the door and closing it once they were all inside. “Found him like this. He’s breathing weird and feverish.”
Changbin knelt quickly beside Jeongin, instantly taking in his pale complexion and cursing under his breath. “Okay… easy, innie,” he murmured, reaching out to steady the younger. “We’ve got you.”
Jeongin blinked blearily up at them, chest rising and falling more steadily now, though an occasional cough still tore through his lungs.
Relief flickered across his features when he saw familiar faces, though the effort of staying awake still showed in the way his lashes fluttered.
Chan’s hand rested lightly on Jeongin’s shoulder, reaching out to gently cup his cheek with the other. “It’s okay, Innie, we’re here. You’re safe. We’re taking you home.”
Hongjoong finally relaxed slightly, letting his grip on the door loosen and his eyes soften at the scene.
Chan’s gaze turned to Seonghwa, eyes swimming with equal parts concern and gratefulness. “Thank you, thank you— he’s been under the weather for a few days, but he still had to attend,” he rushed out the brief explanation, voice tight as he added, “you know how it is..”
“Don’t mention it,” Seonghwa replied softly, brushing Jeongin’s damp hair back with a hum. “Yeah, we do know.. we’re just glad we got to him before anyone else.”
“So are we, truly..” Changbin said softly, sliding into place beside Jeongin in Seonghwa’s stead. He draped a strong arm around the maknae’s shoulder, frowning. “Aish, Innie… we were so worried when we couldn’t find you.”
His words earned only a quiet, whispered apology from their maknae, who ducked his head away from all the lingering gazes.
Hongjoong gave Chan’s back a friendly pat and stepped back, voice quiet. “We’ll make sure no one else barges in while you guys figure out what’s going on. Take the time you need.”
Chan glanced back at him, eyes soft and dimples peeking through with a smile. “Appreciate it, Joong. Really. Thank you.”
Hongjoong reciprocated his smile and gave a nod, motioning for Seonghwa and Wooyoung to follow as they slipped back outside. Just before closing the door behind them, Seonghwa made sure to add, “let us know if we can help in any way”, seeming reluctant to leave.
For a moment, the chaotic noise of the event seemed miles away. The only sounds that mattered were Jeongin’s uneven breaths and the faint, steady murmur of his hyungs making sure he was alright.
And true to his words, Hongjoong wasn’t leaving until they were. He stayed planted outside the bathroom door, Seonghwa to his right and Wooyoung to his left, like three guard dogs ready to snap at anyone who got too close.
Because he knew without a doubt, if the roles were reversed, Bang Chan would do the same for him.
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SURPRISE!
I haven’t written for Ateez before BUT I’ve been an atiny for like 8 months now😂 so this is my debut as a staytiny writer😎 skz is still my ult and main, but maaaybe I’ll write some things for Ateez if I feel like it… Who knows 🤷🏽♂️
Anywaaays, this story was one of those ‘I just came up with the idea and wrote it all in a flash’ kinds, and BY GOD, it felt so nice. Pure ✨ catharsis ✨
My brain was very pleased to write something so incessantly in the early morning hours 🙂↕️ however, this does mean I haven’t gotten to read through and tidy it up, but I’ll do it sometime later 🤞🏼
SYNOPSIS. Seonghwa and Minho both have a crush on you, and one day they decide to share you with each other so everyone wins.
GENDER. smut. tiny bit of fluff.
AU/TROPE.friends to friends with benefits. non idol au. uni au (implied).
RATING. R (+18) - MDNI.
WARNINGS. mean dom hwa. mean dom minho. brat sub reader. normalization of drinking. oral (f and m receiving). face fucking. tongue fucking. fingering. edging. overstimulation. slight voyeurism. pussy slapping. spanking. praises and degradations. dacryphilia. pet names (pretty, slut, whore). sir is used to refer to both minho and seonghwa. unprotected sex (please don't). double penetration. aftercare is also important.
WORD COUNT. 9k.
NOTES. english is not my first language. sorry for the 9k, i got caried away, also, this is way more filthy than I originally planned. first smut ever so bare with me, please. thanks @cybrsan and @straykidsholicleigh for believing that i could write smut, hope it lived up to the expectation, bye ♡.
IMPORTANT. this is a work of fiction, it has zero intent on portraing how any of the people quoted here are in real life.
CREDS. dividers by cafekitsune ♡
You’ve always knew Felix was rich, both him and Changbin had always been the richest of the group, which was why whenever there was a party or any type of celebration, their places would be the first ones to be considered, so there was little to no surprise when Felix called everyone to his family lake house for a start of the summer celebration.
As a magnet, your eyes searched for the two men that have been living in your mind rent free since they joined your friend group. Park Seonghwa and Lee Minho. You have seen many gorgeous men in your life, hell, your friend group could be considered the one with the hottest guys around, but there was something about Seonghwa and Minho that always drawn you to both, although you never actually acted on it, but flirty comments and moments had always been a constant presence in between you three.
In all truth, you couldn’t choose and the fact they are friends – even prior to be in your group – it made it even harder. Your fingers and toys being the only companions whenever the situation got to a certain extreme, especially when both became extremely flirting with you in a row, as they never did really get close to you if they were both in the same room, which didn’t help the choosing process. If you could ever choose.
There was no surprise when your eyes met with both of them near the infinite pool of Felix’s lake house. Minho still had his shirt on, dealing with the meat, but Seonghwa was already shirtless, arms stretched on the edge, eyes fixed on you, as if he could undress you and you were barely there for five seconds. Minho’s eyes noticed Seonghwa’s and finally found your figure at the entrance, talking to Felix. Feeling both eyes on you, eating you, didn’t help with the butterflies on your stomach.
“Minho is almost done with the first batch, Chan is in the kitchen with Ji and Joong making snacks, you wanna drink something?”
“Whatever you guys are having,” your voice was met with a can of beer in front of you as a hand landed on your lower back, feeling the water wet your shirt, meeting with Seonghwa smirk, “Hwa, this is yours I-”
“It’s okay, I was about to get Minho another one, I can get two more on the way while you finish this one,” his lips met with your cheek as the pads of his finger digged a little on your side, the clothes probably helping with not leaving a mark. “I’ll be right back, go be a good girl and keep Minho company while I get us something to drink.”
You felt hot through out your body, resting on your cheeks and in your lower stomach, holding yourself not to brush your thighs together at the pet name and what Seonghwa was asking, trying to ignore how his fingers still lingered in you, even through the shirt. The beer came right to your mouth and you drank down the liquid, needing a little bit of liquid courage to go through that party. Minho already had his signature smirk in your direction, and you drank the rest of the beer, throwing your can besides his near the lawn.
“Hey pretty, how is it going?”
His left hand extended to you as you held his hand in yours, feeling the pull towards him, as he wrapped his left arm around your waist, his hand still entangled with yours as his lips met with your right cheek, you felt his thumb caress slightly your back, but never unlocking your fingers.
“I’m good, and you? Is anyone helping you out, can I do anything?”
“I’m okay, Hwa has been helping around, mostly bringing me drinks,” he laughed lightly, but never really leaving your hand, “you can keep me company if you want, wouldn’t mind at all to have you around.”
Before you could answer, Seonghwa voice could be heard, and you slipped your hands from Minho, missing the way his eyes fell slightly on his hand before exchanging looks with Seonghwa, as you were too busy getting both yours and Minho’s drink. Both boys exchanged quick looks as you opened Minho’s can before handing it out to him, grabbing yours and opening, looking at both raising your can, being followed by both with a small smile.
“Lix said you almost done with the meat.”
“Yeah, hold on, let me give you a piece and you tell me what you think.”
“You can tell the truth, he’s a big boy,” Seonghwa said with a sly smile while you drank more of the beer as you saw their eye exchange, “I think he can take a pretty girl saying his food is bad.”
“I can take a pretty girl saying anything to me as long as I have her attention.”
You felt your cheeks burn and you lowered your head, but noticed the exchange of glances between the two this time, not missing the compliment that both said. Your mind going a hundred miles an hour, only getting worse as you felt his hand on your forearm squeezing slightly catching your attention and giving you a piece of the meat he had just taken out of the grill.
Ignoring the best you could the way both pair of eyes were staring at you, how their eyes lingered on your lips, how Minho’s thumb went to clean the grease that was falling from the corner of your mouth before he brings his own thumb to his lips, how Seonghwa’s eyes lingering a little longer on you at that, the sly smile always present.
That should have been warning enough for what that day held for you.
The party had been full on throughout the day. You were going from group to group, few beers here, a bit of food there and you knew you were hitting your limit to some extend as you joined some of the people at the pool, taking the rest of your beer before going to the other edge, while mostly still stayed closer to the lawn as you headed to the infinite edge.
The sun was setting on the lake, making the rays of sunshine dance across the calm waves, your arms rested on the pool edge, a bit of the water falling through as the tips of your toes hit the bottom. You thanked that the lake was empty that day, most families still organizing to wander to that area, which meant you and your friends could have one of those parties.
Hands grabbed your waist as you felt a hot breath on your ear, your head turning slightly finding Seonghwa right there behind you, if he reached closer you could feel his perfect body against yours, and there was nothing you wanted more than that at that moment. The alcohol in your system quickly reaching the part of your brain that was in charge of morality, clouding it as you allowed your body to move a little away from the edge, your head resting on his shoulder slightly as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, hands resting on you lower belly.
You tried your best to ignored how close his hands were to your core, how his hot breath reached your ear, how his abs felt against your back, but most importantly, the slight poke you felt on your ass. There was no way he was actually hard, the alcohol was definitely messing with your mind.
“What you doing here by yourself?”
“Just felt like watching the sunset at the lake, I like it when there’s no one but us here,” he sensed how your breathing hitched as his lips touched the tip of your ear slightly, a light chuckle coming out of his mouth as you felt a small caress on your belly. “Why you here? I thought you and Minho were organizing some of the drinks.”
“Just didn’t feel right to leave a pretty girl alone,” a small kiss was placed on your neck, followed by a small bite that made you suppress a gasp, but not the jolt that your body made, bringing you more in contact with Seonghwa’s body. “Oh, you liked that didn’t you?”
“Seonghwa…” a plea leaved your lips as he kissed your neck again, one of his hands roamed at your side, as the other pulled you even closer to him body, allowing you to feel everything, “Please… Someone… Someone can see it…”
“I’m sorry pretty, but I’ve controlled myself too much and just like you said, there’s no one but us here and I’m sure everyone is too busy or drunk to notice us, right now.”
His right hand kept wandering around your body before resting on your thigh squeezing the inside of it, forcing you to open slightly.
“But what if someone approaches?”
Although his body never left yours, his mouth did, slow breathing right next to your ear. His right hand making small circles on the inside of your thigh, so close to where you wanted them, and yet, you two were still around everyone.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” you knew he meant it, mainly because he stopped with the caress at your silent, his hands moving to rest on the front of your thigh, a small whine leaving your lips as your right hand quickly found his, trying to keep him from straying too far away from where you needed them, a small chuckled was everything he gave you as a respond. “I knew we weren’t seeing things.”
“We?”
Seonghwa’s hand went back to where they were, but raising slowly closer to your core.
“You were never the most discreet person, you are a starer,” the pad of his middle finger finally meeting your clit still hidden from the swimwear, but sensitive nonetheless, making you bite your lip as he slowly and tortuously made circle movements with random points of pressure, “not that we have been the most discreet ones as well.”
“Hwa -”
“And now you are letting me touch you while all our friends are here,” you whined as he increased the moments of pressure on your clit, your right hand holding the edge of the pool, your waist moving to make your ass press against his bulge, “ah, and eager as well, but would you let me fuck you right here, in front of everyone?”
You held a moan at the thought, trying not to actually picture how badly you wanted him to do it, how badly you had imagined his hands roaming your body just like that, his fingers on your clit and inside of you, trying to ignore the outline of his cock against your ass.
“It’s not like you are not eager as well,” you wiggled your ass against his bulge and felt his grip tightens around your waist, while the other palmed your front, you turned your head trying to ignore how you could feel the tips of his fingers on you clothed core. “Like you said, it’s not like you have been discreet as to how you look at me.”
The sly smile you gave him was received with a smirk and a raise of eyebrows.
“Minho was right, you are a brat,” before you could gather the words that came out of his mouth, you felt him swiftly moving your bottoms to the side, feeling one of his fingers start to enter you, but not deep enough, “no words now, pretty?”
“So, you and Minho talked about me?”
Without warning he entered with another finger, deeper this time as you felt his palm press slightly on your clit, making you bite your lip repressing a moan.
“Oh pretty, we did more than just talk about you,” he curled his fingers inside of you before tortuously and slowly take them out and in again, as you rested your head on his shoulder, thanking for his broad shoulders to hide you two from everyone behind you, “you have no idea how many times we fantasized about your cunt? How many times we jacked off at the thought of you?” You clenched around his fingers, making him chuckled. “Oh, you like that pretty? The thought of us thinking about you? Sharing you?”
A whimper left your lips as he curled his fingers again, his speed increasing considerably.
“Couldn’t wait I see,” at that, your eyes opened finding Minho on your right, looking at you and Seonghwa with a sly smile and raised eyebrows, your right hand quick to hold Seonghwa’s forearm, but Minho’s hand were quicker holding your wrist as Seonghwa worked his fingers inside and out of you, his left hand leaving your waist making you lose your balance, as Minho was quick to stand in between you and the glass of the pool, left hand still holding your right wrist as the right held your waist, “can’t say I would have waited if I was in Hwa’s place.”
Seonghwa’s left fingers quickly found your swollen clit and started to rub circle figures with random pressure points as his fingers nimbly went in and out of your core, your left hand finding his left forearm but Minho was quick to take it and hold both wrists in front of you with his left hand while the right held your waist in place. You could feel the pressure of his fingers, knowing they would probably leave a mark, but you didn’t care, specially after you moved your hip up to feel Seonghwa’s bulge again while also trying to release the pressure he was doing on your clit, receiving a raise of eyebrows from Minho as you felt his fingers deeply on your waist before finding your hip and putting back into place, seeing as you bit your lip trying to repress a moan.
“You were right, she’s a brat.”
“So, I’ve gathered,” Minho answered, as his eyes wandered across your face, at how you would close your eyes and bite your lip, but both noticed when your body started to shake, a small exchange happened and Seonghwa’s fingers left your core, but his left still circling your clit slowly, as you whined in frustration of the stolen orgasm, “what is it? You’ve always wanted our attention, now you have it,” Minho took a step closer, Seonghwa’s fingers lazily playing with your clit as you felt yourself clench at nothing but the pool water, your wrists hurting from the hold Minho had on them. “You think you can handle our attention, pretty?”
“I thought I’ve always had it, what you talking about?”
Your voice cracked a little as Hwa’s fingers pressed a bit harder at your clit, but you didn’t miss the spark in Minho’s eyes, not holding back the smirk that showed, quickly vanishing as you felt Seonghwa’s fingers leaving your clit and covering everything back with your bottom part.
“Oh don’t worry, this is just the start,” Seonghwa quickly held your hips in place, pulling it up a little so you can clearly feel the outline of his cock against your ass as Minho got closer, lips mere centimeters away from your own, but you noticed how he held your hands as you felt the shorts he was wearing touch your fingers, before he pulled your hands lower and you extended your fingers, feeling the outline of his cock, he released a bit of the pressure on your wrists as you eagerly touched his covered cock. “We are gonna have so much fun with you tonight.”
It wasn’t like no one knew about the sexual tension between the three of you. Hell, everyone had a bet on who would break first, who would be the one you’d choose, if the three of you would become a throuple, when it would happen, if you would be with one while the other watched… In all honesty, the three of you have heard all of them and would be lying to not admit that all those options had never crossed either of your minds, yet, here you were, entering the room you knew it would be for the two of them, their colognes entering your nostrils and clouding your judgement more than the alcohol in your system.
The feeling of their hands on your skin, of Seonghwa’s fingers inside of you, the denial you received, the thought that finally you would be able to have what you were craving, by not one but both… That was exhilarating. The warmth that went through your core at the thought of both of them, of feeling Seonghwa’s fingers, to have Minho hold you down even if that left marks on your body, just the thought of having them close.
“Daydreaming pretty?”
As the door closes behind Seonghwa, you find yourself mere centimeters away from Minho, noticing how he has one shot glass on each hand. The lock of the door is heard as you also noticed Seonghwa with a bottle of tequila and another shot glass of his own in hand. Both with a sly smile and primal look, the type of look a predator would look at its prey, making a shiver run down your spine as both caged you, their little prey for the night.
“Not so talkative now, are we?” Minho purred as his right arm snatched your waist making your lower half find his, the outline of his cock still could be felt, even more with the soaked in shorts. “All talk and no fun?”
You felt as his nails dig into the skin of your waist, Seonghwa quickly behind you, making you feel his own clothed cock against your ass.
“I thought you had a smart mouth from all the things you said at the pool,” his head quickly lowering into your neck as you felt his lips lingering on your sweet spot, you could feel both getting harder of the situation, “thought I would have to find a way to shut you up.”
“It’s not like you guys gave me anything to talk about,” the smirk made them raise their eyebrows before a quick exchange and you feel the loss of Seonghwa’s warm while Minho’s face became closer to yours, you could feel his lips feather like against yours. “Guess someone else is all talk and no fun, right?”
At that Minho’s eyes focused on yours and you waited for the crash, for his lips to be on yours, but instead, the smirk reappeared on his lips as you heard the clack of the glasses as Minho’s hand went for the back of your neck meeting your hair and pulling it down making your neck all open for him to mark it as he gladly started kissing every little part of it, hearing as you moaned when he bit into it, allowing you to feel the smirk on his lips.
His hands roamed all over your body, but always pressing you against him, so no part of your front was too far away. Your hands were quick on his shoulders and hair, pulling it slightly whenever he bit down your neck, but his hands never touched where you wanted them most, until you pulled his hair stronger this time, getting a small groan out of him, bringing a small smile to your lips before you went in for a kiss, getting his cheek in response.
“You think it’s that easy?” He laughed leaving you completely, joining Seonghwa on the bed. Although the room had two single beds, as you saw when you entered, at some point they were connected creating one big bed, as each seated on one, the tequila right in between the sheets, each with a glass in hand. “Prove it you deserve it.”
“You say that as if you weren’t just as crazy to have my lips on you.”
Your giggle made their expression change and so you remembered some of the comments your friends had made, the small fame both had around campus and you felt another shiver down your spine, but you wouldn’t back down. If you had to work for it, so had they.
“Oh pretty, we will have your lips on us,” Seonghwa’s voice was husky as he drank up the tequila, barely a reaction on his face from the alcohol, “preferably with them wrapped around our cocks as you choke on them,” you pretended that phrase didn’t make a pool to form at the space in between your legs, trying your best not to brush your thighs together, not wanting to give them the satisfaction. “C’mere pretty, have a taste.”
You were quick on your feet and ignored how both men smirked at your reaction, but instead of heading for one of them, you grabbed the bottle, pouring some of the liquid in each of the three glasses, but instead of handing to them, you put each glass on their legs, which they agreed to allow it. You quickly brough your glass to your lips, the liquid burning on your throat as you turned to Minho, your knees finding the ground, you in between them.
As your hands roamed around Minho’s thighs you held eye contact as your mouth got closer to his crotch and, even though he looked unfazed, you could feel the twitch of his thighs under your palms as your mouth took the hem of the cup, finally breaking eye contact as you took the cup, your head fell back and the liquid quickly entered your throat as one of your hands took the glass from between your lips, putting it on top of Minho’s crotch, the tent even more visible after your little act.
Seonghwa was just observing, waiting for his turn. His hungry eyes landing on your chest, and for a second you thought about taking the top of the swimwear off, but not yet. Yours knees moved closer to the man still waiting with his shot glass in between his legs, but this time your hands wandered a little bit closer to the man’s crotch, the glass a little closer than where you remembered putting it in, bringing a sly smile to your lips as you moved your head forwards, your nose touching the outline of his cock that twitched at the small contact, making you giggle before taking the glass and repeating the same thing you did to Minho, only this time, part of the tequila fell from your lips as you took the cup from your lips.
Before you could react, Seonghwa’s right hand grabbed your jaw, pulling you to him making you lose balance and your hands land on his thigh. His eyes were dark and hungry and you knew what awaited you, you wanted whatever they would give you. The smile that creeped your lips making Seonghwa annoyed enough for a scoff to leave his lips as he pulled you closer, your breathings mixing, but none averted the eye contact.
“Don’t play games when you can’t win them,” you felt Minho’s breathe on your ear, his fingers tracing every part of your body as Seonghwa held you in place, “I believe you’ve heard stories,” your body answered for you as you felt Minho’s fingers trace the outline of the swimwear on your ass, going down until it make a light caress on you clothed core, the whimper that left your lips bringing a smile to the other two. “And yet, here you are begging us to fill you up, to treat you like the whore that you are,” he forced one of the pads of his fingers in your core and the other found your clit, making you clench your thighs, trapping his hand, “ah, you like when we call you a whore? A slut? Or at the thought of you being shared by the both of us?”
His finger on your clit makes small torturous movements making you move your hips and your nails to dig into Seonghwa’s thigh, a chuckled left their lips at your body’s response.
“Talk slut.”
The pressure of Seonghwa’s fingers on your jaw made you try to jerk away, only for his other hand to meet the back of your neck holding you in place. Minho worked his legs to meet between yours and force them open so his hand would be free to play with you.
“Yes,” you choked, “yes please, jus-just please touch me,” you cried as you felt Minho’s fingers nimbly pull you bottom to the side and play with your folds, “God please, just fuck me.”
At that, Minho entered two fingers at your soaking cunt, making you gasp as Seonghwa took the opportunity to put two fingers of his left hand inside your mouth, his right fingers still holding your jaw open as his face got closer to yours, hot breath mixing as you felt the familiar warmth at the pit of your stomach as Minho’s finger skillfully played with your cunt.
“So wet already, and all for us?” The mockery on Minho’s voice made you moan against Seonghwa’s fingers, a chuckled left Seonghwa as his fingers left your mouth, his right thumb caressing your bottom lip as you felt Minho curl his fingers inside of you. “How about we put that mouth use?” You moan loudly as his moved his fingers inside of you, but at your lack of response, a hard slap was felt on your left ass cheek, making you jolt forward, left hand on Seonghwa’s crotch. “Speak when spoken to slut.”
“Then stop moving your fingers like that and I might,” as soon as those words left your mouth regret filled you up as his fingers left your core making you clench at nothing and a hard slap was felt on your right cheek before Seonghwa’s hand found your neck, tightening just enough to make you gasp for air. “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise.”
“Such a lying whore,” Seonghwa was now mere centimeters away from your face, “guess I should shut you up this time, no?” Minho’s hands griped your waist pulling it slightly back making your torso lower itself, a harsh slap at the same spot on your ass made you whimper as your eyes were still fixed on Seonghwa whose hand was palming himself through the shorts. “All I wanna hear is you gag around my cock, you hear?”
“Words, slut,” another slap and you jolted forward, lips touching Seonghwa’s but he made no effort to move closer, “sudden out of words?”
“You’d much like to hear me moan in your ear, wouldn’t you?”
Another hard slap and you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.
“I think you are a little too dressed up for this, don’t you think Minho?” Seonghwa’s fingers played with the upper part of the swimwear, fingers gracefully moving on the edge of the cloth before fixing on your hardened nipple under the fabric, pitching it painfully as he held your neck, forcing you to eye him as you felt Minho taking your bottoms off, a muffled moan escaping his lips as he saw your glistering cunt. “Bottoms down, now upper part off.”
Seonghwa’s hands promptly took your upper part off, briefly letting go of your neck as Minho skillfully teased your wet folds open with his fingers, laughing as you pushed your body back trying to make his fingers get inside before a hard slap meet your ass before you feel him spread your legs wider, giving him all the access he needed. His fingers lazily going around your folds, teasing your entrance as you turned your head finding his hungry eyes already on you, drunk on your reactions.
“Time to put that mouth to use slut, try not to enjoy yourself too much.”
You felt his hot breath against your cunt and whimpered closing your eyes, anticipating the contact, but Seonghwa pulled your face back to him, and you met with his hard, red, leaking cock in front of you, making your mouth water. His left hand on his shaft as his right tangled on your hair pulling you towards his dick.
“Time for your first meal, slut.”
You didn’t need to be told twice as your hand went to the base of his cock the same moment Minho’s lips found your pussy making you moan against the tip of Seonghwa’s cock. His hand on your hair pulling you to his cock, as the tip met with your cheek and you took the message as Minho’s tongue ravish on your juice, you kissed the tip of Hwa’s cock, squeezing the base just a little before twirling your tongue around the top, but he forced your head down his shaft making your hand go for his hip as you gag trying to breath, feeling him twitching inside your mouth.
As Hwa pulled your head back, Minho’s face left your cunt, a hard slap on your ass before three fingers entered your dripping cunt and you closed your eyes before feeling a sting on your cheek before a Seonghwa make small caresses on your side, pushing your head back to his cock as your right hand skillfully started to stroke his length as his left fingers entered your mouth.
“That’s it, such a dirty slut, you love having your holes filled, don’t you?” The moan that left your mouth was answer enough as you felt Minho’s other hand reach your clit as the same three fingers kept going in and out, his mouth finding your third hole, kitty licks being left there as you tried to say something, making Seonghwa’s fingers leave your mouth. “Oh, you have something to say?”
“I want your cock, let me have your cock.”
“Beg for it.”
“I’m better at showing, let me show you,” your hand squeezed his length before your thumb go over the tip, taking pre cum as more lubricant, making your movements faster, “let me make you feel good sir, let me prove it with my mouth.”
“Keep talking like that and you’ll get a reward,” his thumb went for your parted lips as you wrapped it around it, “such a dirty slut.”
Minho left your ass at peace as he speed his fingers and circle movements around your clit make you whimper before taking Seonghwa’s cock on your lips one last time, taking him full, only stopping as you felt his tip on the back of your throat, howling your cheeks as you moved your head up and down his shaft, his fingers tangling around your hair, dictating the speed as you tried your hard not to moan as you felt Minho’s fingers curling inside of you.
The shaking of your legs being enough to tell him you were close and you prayed for them to allow you to come this time as Seonghwa started to also jolt his hips up, hitting the back of your throat harder, your nails digging into his thighs but he didn’t care and in all honesty, neither did you.
“Such a cock drunk whore you are,” you felt Minho’s teeth sink into your ass as his fingers curled heavenly inside of you. “Clenching so much around my fingers, can’t wait to use this hole for my cock.”
You clenched at his words, feeling your legs tremble harder and the built up increasing.
“That’s it, take it like the fucking slut you are, take my cock down your throat.”
Too much, it was too much, so damn good.
Until Minho’s warmth left you, at the same second you were about to cum, and you cried around Seonghwa’s cock that fucked your face mercilessly, ignoring how hard your nails digged into his thigh, but then you were free, your head was lifted by the hair, your eyes meeting Seonghwa’s gaze, he hadn’t cum yet, but he was close, you knew it, so you took his cock in your hands and started to stroke him again, seeing as his grip tighten on your hair.
“Get her on the bed,” fingers digged into your sides as your lower body was lifted by Minho, you could feel his three wet fingers on your skin, whishing they were back into you, curling inside, “I wanna fuck her mouth.”
As Seonghwa’s fingers left your hair, Minho tossed your body on the bed, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get there on your own, your legs still weak for the second denied orgasm.
“I’ll take her cunt then,” Hwa got on the bed pulling your lower body closer to the edge as he got on his knees, “enjoy her mouth, is just as heavenly as we thought it would be.”
“Fuck-” you said breathlessly as you realized that they had jerked off at the thought of you, “You two are just as perverted as I thought you’d be.”
“Don’t pretend you are an innocent angel and never touched yourself at the thought of us,” Minho said cynically, the tent on his shorts clearly an inconvenient, even if he looked unbothered, yet all you wanted was to see his cock, “or are you gonna pretend you never called us out while your fingers were deep inside of you?” Seonghwa pulled your hips lower, spreading you open, having a clear view of your swollen clit and soaking core. “You may look like an angel, but you were definitely a work of the devil.”
You clenched at nothing at those words, hearing Seonghwa curse under his breath looking at you all stretched and open in front of him, but all you could focus was the tent in Minho’s shorts. You liked your lips receiving a scoff, Hwa’s breathe still close to your core, but never close enough making you jolt your hip slightly, receiving a slap on your swollen cunt, making you scream as your eyes finally met Seonghwa’s hungry ones, his fingers lazily caressing the swollen organ, teasing you all over again.
“You can’t stop looking at Minho, have something to say?”
“I just-” another slap on your clit, making your hips jolt and you close as your eyes as his fingers lazily play with your folds now, teasing the entrance making you roll your eyes, “fuck, please.”
“Please what slut?” Minho got closer to the bed, both hands on his pocket and you could see the movement there, he was stroking himself through the shorts, your mind wandering to how red and leaking his dick was, making you wet your lips as your eyes focused on his shorts. “What’s so interesting in my shorts, hun?”
“I was just wondering, because my toys are pretty big, maybe even bigger than you,” a hard slap on your cunt made you cry loudly pulling the sheets with your hand, “if you are gonna do something than fucking do- AAAH FUCK!”
Two of Seonghwa’s fingers were soon inside of you as his tongue finally found your clit, kitty licks teasing you as he curled his fingers inside as you tried to close you legs around his head, finding two strong hands on both your thighs forcing them open, bringing them closer to your chest. Minho’s fingers sank into your skin and you found his dark look, you had pissed him off you knew that, but you didn’t care, as long as you could have his dick you didn’t care.
“Keep them open, whores like you know how to do that,” with a slap on both legs he released them, eyes fixed on you as your hands went to hold them open as Seonghwa started to suck on your clit, fingers nimbly in and out of your cunt making you see stars as the previous stimulation Minho made you through. You heard the bed creak, but you couldn’t open your eyes, only doing so once you felt something wet on your cheeks, meeting with Minho’s leaking cock inviting you to take it. “Now let’s keep that fucking mouth shut and suck it dry, and don’t you move your hands from your legs.”
You felt yourself clench against Seonghwa’s fingers, feeling his groan reverberate from your core up. You parted your lips leaving a moan mixed with a curse before looking back at Minho, his hand at the base of his angry leaking cock, God you could cum right there as you kissed the tip of his dick feeling the bittersweet taste on your mouth. Kitty licks were placed at the tip of his cock, small kisses in the mix as you saw how his dick twitched slightly from time to time as you teased him, only looking away as you felt Seonghwa back away from your cunt, finding his glistering lips and nose as his three fingers went to his mouth.
“Such a sweet cunt for such a filthy whore.”
Before you could answer, Minho’s hand held your head turning you to his cock.
“Now open.”
And so you did as he said feeling his hands around your head as his hips started to move slowly ahead, his cock filling your mouth. As his tip hit the back of your throat, Sengohwa’s lips were back at your cunt, his tongue heavenly going in and out of you, his nose hitting perfectly your clit as his arms held you in place as he tongue fucked you. Minho’s dick furiously getting in and out of your mouth, hitting the back of your throat every time, making you gag as you dig your nails into your legs that were already shaking.
You felt your throat and eyes burn and you knew you tear would soon fall, specially if they denied you another orgasm. You heard Minho grunt as his trusts became sloppy, you could tell he was close. The hum that Seonghwa would occasionally drop also said he was painfully hard as he stuffed his head against your cunt, nose making a sweet pressure on your clit as you felt his tongue inside you, thanking heavens for giving this man such an incredible and versatile tongue that could reach places you never thought it could.
Minho quickly let go of your face at the same time Seonghwa took his face from your cunt, denying for a third time your orgasm making you cry and let your legs fall, clenching around nothing as you saw Minho stroke his dick lazily and breathing heavy, as you waited for his cum, but it didn’t come, instead you were found with a cocky smirk as he controlled himself exchanging quick looks with Seonghwa who was now standing, cock red, leaking, begging for a release.
Your legs were failing you and they noticed as they caged you again against the mattress. Seonghwa predatorily hovering above you as Minho went behind you, feeling his hard wet cock against your back, his legs going under your arms as his hands roamed around your waist, slowly going up to meet your breasts, nipples hard and sensitive as his hands squeezed it harshly making you cry again, your head resting on his shoulder as Seonghwa stayed between your wimbling legs which he put on tops of his as he took your right breast in his mouth as your other one was receiving Minho’s left hand attention.
His right hand went to your throat squeezing just a little as he buried his face on your neck leaving open mouth kisses all over it, small bites here and there. Seonghwa’s right hand went back to your core making you move your hips for more contact, crying at how sensitive you were already but in search of your release nonetheless. You heard both chuckle at how eager you were. Minho’s left hand leaving your breast to hold your waist as Seonghwa started to give your left breast attention while his left hand took your right breast in, pinching your nipple from time to time.
“Should we mark our little whore?”
You cried at the comment and at Seonghwa’s fingers curling inside you, Minho’s teeth giving small bites against your skin, helping make your body shivers at the already three denied orgasms, the fourth already building it up.
“Let’s make sure everyone knows to whom this whore belongs to.”
At Seonghwa’s response, both focused on sucking and biting at your skin, Minho’s fingers making slight pressure at your neck as Seonghwa’s fingers worked in and out of your core, his palm pressing occasionally on your clit making you jolt your hips in desperate search for your released. You didn’t hold back any sound that came out of your mouth, their names slipping it along with a few cuss words, your body shaking uncontrollably as they try to hold you down, you could feel tears falling as they both stopped.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
You cried as your body shook, hot and desperate. Minho took your face to his, cleaning some of your tears before pulling you to a hungry sloppy kiss, his tongue entering your mouth with desperation, his fingers pressing against your skin. Minho’s lips were just like you imagined, you could kiss him for ours, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands explored your body holding you in place as he pulled away from you before turning your head to Seonghwa who held your face to him, his lips quick to crash against yours, tongue quickly exploring your mouth as you felt Minho step away from you, as his hands held your waist up, making you stop kissing Seonghwa for a second.
“Time for your reward slut,” he laid on his back and you quickly straddled him, thankful for Minho’s strong hands helping to keep you up, Seonghwa observing everything with his hand slowly stroking his dick, “it’s time to bounce.”
Your hand was quick to find his hard angry cock, lining it up with your throbbing entrance. You torturously and slowly sank down his shaft, feeling his every inch coming inside of you, filling you up so good that you couldn’t help but moan his name as he was finally full inside of you.
“Thank fucking God,” the desperation in your voice made both laugh at you, but you honestly didn’t care anymore, as you ignored your wimbling legs as you started to bounce up and down in Minho’s length, his fingers sinking and helping you bounce on his cock, you knew you’d have marks the day after. “Hwa, please.”
Your hands quickly found his cock as you took it in squeezing a little before use the precum to help the movement, his hands grabbing your face and moaning against your lips as you felt Minho hold you up and start to thrust into you as Seonghwa stuck his tongue inside your open moaning mouth as you stroke him shakingly before he groan against your mouth and start giving kisses against your neck as Minho kept burying himself inside of you.
“So fucking beautiful my pretty little whore,” he bit your neck as you let out a small screaming moan as Minho kept hitting your cervix at every trust. “You gonna cum on Minho’s cock, you gonna let him fill you up nice and well?”
“Yes, fuck, yes ple-please!”
“Fuck you clenching so much around me,” Minho groaned and you felt his nails dig into your flesh deliciously as you squeezed Hwa’s cock, “Imma fill you up so good, you gonna keep my cum inside you, you got it?”
“Yes, yes sir, please fill me up, jes-fuck!” Your whole body shook uncontrollably as you felt Minho let you down on him, his whole length inside you and you whimpered desperately rocking your hips back and forth trying to finally get your release. “Please let me cum, please, I’ll do anything, please fuck, please!”
Minho slapped your ass holding your hips down as Seonghwa slapped your face taking your hands away from him, ignoring his aching cock as he cleaned some of the tears that dripped down your face, his tongue licking them away and you clenched around Minho feeling his fingers sink into your skin.
“Minho, we good?”
The groan made both you and Seonghwa chuckle as you felt his hands push you up, making you irritably accept that, feeling empty as Minho’s dick slide off you, sitting straight caressing your waist slightly.
“Think you can handle the both of us? Be a good little slut for us?”
Although Minho’s words where filthy and hit your core directly, the slight caress on your waist catching a little off guard, yet you caught yourself nodding eagerly.
“Words slut,” Seonghwa said with his thumb caressing your red face still from the slap he gave you, “we need to hear you say you want us to stuff you up and fuck you dumb like we know you want and like.”
“Hwa can take your cunt and I take your ass,” Minho’s teeth bit your shoulder making you shiver while Seonghwa’s hand found your nipple, playing with it, “and after he fill you up, I’ll take your cunt again and shove it right back into and mix it up with my own and you’ll keep both our cums inside of you.”
“Yes sir, I will.”
“Such a good whore for us, I think she deserves a reward no Minho?”
“You ready to cum, pretty little whore?”
“Yes, please.”
Swiftly, Seonghwa held your waist pulling you in as he laid back on the other bed, his feet founding the floor as you straddled him, quickly taking your hand and finding his hard cock and placing it at your entrance as you sank down. He was longer than Minho, but thinner, making it easier to slide into your aching core, you bounced a few times before he held you down, pulling you in against his chest, to make it easier for Minho to slide into your ass.
The tip of his cock at the rim of your ass and you close your eyes in anticipation. You felt the stretch and bit down your lip, but Seonghwa made you eye him and spread your lips open, a silent demand for you to not hold back, so you hid your face on the crock of his neck as you felt Minho stretch you out slowly and deliciously painfully as you felt both their cocks fill you up entirely.
“That’s a good whore, such a good whore taking both our cock on your holes,” the tips of Minho’s fingers caressing your back before landing on your ass with a hard slap making you jolt and feel both cocks move inside you, letting a moan escape against Seonghwa’s skin, “gonna fill you up so good you won’t be able to walk.”
Minho was the first to move as you sank your teeth into Seonghwa skin, hearing his groan in your ear, but as soon as your body relaxed, both boys held your body as they started to move in different rhythms. As Minho’s cock was coming out, Seonghwa’s was coming in, you were never fully filled and never fully empty.
Seonghwa’s hands were quick to find your ass cheeks spreading them as both thrusted relentlessly into you making you see stars and become a moaning and shaking mess. Minho pulled you up from your shoulders, one hand around your waist holding you up as the other played with your breast, allowing Seonghwa’s fingers to find your clit as the other squeezed your ass cheek oh so painfully.
The overstimulation was sending you skyrocket to the edge of the universe. Incoherent speech left your lips as both kept thrusting deep into you. Your moans started to become little screams as you felt your whole but heat up and tremble under their hands, you cried out trying to get away as the overstimulation became too much.
“Stay put slut, we gonna fill you up good and you gonna take like the pretty little whore you are.”
“You squeezing me so fucking good, guess you are indeed a whore, taking both cocks so well, begging to be filled up.”
“Gonna cum slut? Gonna cum on Hwa’s cock?”
“Can you even take us both? You think you can handle Minho after I fill you up, hun?”
“Yes, yes I can, please sir, please fill me up, please make me cum, I promise I can take both cocks, please.”
You cried out clenching around them as you screamed one last time before feeling the so denied wave of pleasure rush through your body, crying even harder as they didn’t stop, searching for their own release. You were now their personal fuck toy, and you weren’t even mad at that.
“Fuck she’s clenching so much!”
“Take our cum slut, take it all.”
Minho took his dick away from your ass and released your body that was quickly embraced by Sengohwa who thrusted harder into you, helping build up another orgasm on the way as you cried against his neck.
“Fuck just like that, take my cock you filthy slut.”
“Hwa plea-please…OH FUCK!”
You felt his seed spill inside of you the same moment your second orgasm hit, but not even a second later and Minho pulled you out of Seonghwa, turning you on the back, the mattress sinking in between your legs and you feel the small stretch of Minho’s girth in your gummy walls and moaned in pleasure again, your hands quickly finding his forearm that held your waist down.
“Time to fill you up for good.”
“Yes please, please Min, fuck me please, fill me up.”
“Such a cum and cock slut,” he finally thrusted into your swollen cum dripping cunt, his movements fast as his free hand went to slap your tits as he used the one on your waist for balance. “Fuck you take me so good, such a good whore with such a nice pussy.”
“Yes, just for you, just for you and Hwa, fuck-fuck- FUCK!”
You cried as you sensed fingers playing with your clit and you knew it was Hwa as Minho’s hand had not left your waist and were still playing with your tits.
“Just like that, cum for me, I know you can do it again, cum on my fucking cock you filthy little whore.”
His movements became sloppy, and you knew he wouldn’t last long and, the way they were both working you up, you knew you wouldn’t either. Your toes curled as Minho’s fingers twisted your nipple while Hwa’s pinched your clit and you cried out loud as you felt Minho thrust you one last time before collapsing on top of you, barely able to hold his own body weight, although you couldn’t complain as it has kind of comforting after everything.
Your eyes were shut, you could hear movement around the room, Minho’s body lifting it up just enough to look at your face. His free hand was quick to take your hair away from your face, both breathings were heavy, neither could hold a small chuckle at the situation you were in.
“You okay?” You nodded and he smiled leaving a small kiss on your lips before pulling it out, receiving a complain from you. “I’m sorry pretty, were we too hard on you?”
He laid on your side, his fingers feather like against your skin, lingering a little longer on the more visible marks bringing a smile to your lips.
“I’m okay.”
“I’ll be gentle, promise,” Seonghwa’s voice was concerned, they both were as they realized the state you were in. “We were too rough with you, pretty, I’m sorry.”
“I’m not,” you said quickly using your elbows to lift your upper body, hissing as you felt the cloth Seonghwa was using to clean you up against your sored lower body, making him be even more careful, “I had fun, you guys don’t need to be sorry for anything.”
“Well, you did beg us a few times,” Minho chuckled and you rolled your eyes noticing how he started to move his body upwards, Seonghwa handing him the cloth before coming up on your other side of the bed, “but we should have been less… eager with you.”
“That’s a word I could use,” you laughed as you felt Seonghwa touch your arms, indicating for you to move up with them. “I didn’t wanna be the one to ask, but -”
“This is something we’ve been talking for a while,” Seonghwa cut you off as your back found the wall, both boys eyes on you and you suddenly felt aware of yourself, which didn’t go unnoticed by them as Seonghwa continued talking and Minho pulled some of the covers up on your body, “we can’t deny we are attracted to you, we also know you are to us, we don’t mind sharing you if you take us.”
You stopped for a moment observing both of them, searching for any type of bad reaction to the idea of you being shared by them in any way.
“So, what does that makes us?”
“Whatever you want it to be, pretty,” Minho’s hand found yours playing lightly with them, intertwining your fingers as Seonghwa’s went to your face and neck, taking in your features. “So, will you take us?”
Your only answer was kissing them. Minho first, Seonghwa second. It was a different kiss this time, it wasn’t rushed, it was light, careful, tender. Both kept observing you, expecting anything, searching for any type of rejection just how you were looking for it a while ago.
“Do you guys mind if we sleep for now?”
You sigh and they chuckled laying beside you. Minho was quick to turn on his back as you wrapped your legs around his, resting your head on his shoulder, your hand quickly found Seonghwa, pulling him close as you made him hug you by the waist. It felt right, whatever you three were to become.
Sleep found you fast as Minho’s left hand made small circles on your knee around his hip and Seonghwa caressed your hand and left small kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. A smile plastered on your face.
Even though the Crossover series wasn't the top choice, I would like to know which part of the series you'd like to see first? There's no specific order and they are all stand alone.
