You and Jeonghan have been together for almost 2 years now. You’ve met each other’s family and friends, been to many vacations together and have plans for the future.
Today you’re throwing a party at his place, which is practically yours too starting from now. He asked you to move in a week ago, so you did of course.
All of your close friends were here, enjoying a bit of music, some even dancing. Mingyu and Jun were on the terrace, flipping delicious meat on the barbecue, while sipping cocktails that Dino prepared.
Minghao and Seungkwan were cooing at pictures Seungcheol was showing them on his phone of his newborn.
“Hyung, she is so freaking cute, I can’t wait to have one of my own” Seungkwan says, giving a side eye to his girlfriend. She just smiles and pushes his shoulder playfully.
“Jeonghan might get ahead if you don’t hurry” Seungcheol replies amused
“Oh, please. They are still in the honeymoon phase” Seungkwan adds with a wink
Yeah, everyone knew you and Jeonghan were very in love and loud about it. There were many instances when your friends walked in on you fucking at parties or events. Especially Joshua who would stay at Jeonghan’s place whenever he got drunk.
They were always inseparable, and you didn’t mind. You were close to Joshua also and could always count on him. And as anyone with eyes, you can see he’s drop dead gorgeous. Serious eye candy. Though you find your boyfriend to be prettier.
Before starting to date Jeonghan, you were attracted to both. Went to the same college, attended the same parties. But Jeonghan was the one who asked you out and confessed, and that’s how it started.
Right now, you were sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, drinking something Joshua prepared carefully. It’s strong but sweet. Just like him, one might think.
“Oh wow, this is strong, Shua” you tell him
“You trying to get my girl drunk?” Jeonghan adds, smiling at his friend
“She deserves to have some fun. She worked hard for this party to
happen”
“Ya, she’s mine. Only I get to spoil her”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Hani. Since when are you jealous?” Joshua says, laughing
Jeonghan nods, knowing he’s not the jealous type. He never was. In fact, he enjoys when others admire what’s his.
He doesn’t mind when Joshua gets so wasted that he ends up crashing on the couch. He doesn’t mind when he walks around our shared apartment in just sweatpants. He doesn’t mind when you fall asleep with your head on Shua’s shoulder whenever you watch a movie.
He didn’t mind when Joshua walked in on you when he was buried deep inside your cunt. He didn’t mind when you were dared to kiss the most attractive guy in the room, other than your boyfriend.
He actually got turned on by that. And that’s how the little teasing began.
After a few hours of socializing with your friends, it started to get late and some of them decided to get going.
“Want me to drop you off, Shua? I called an uber” Mingyu asks
“No, Joshuji sleeps here tonight” Jeonghan replied so fast, that Joshua didn’t even have time to think about it
“Oh, I guess I’m staying”
After cleaning up the apartment, you went to take a shower then got into bed, waiting for Jeonghan to join you soon.
Took him a good 30 minutes to jump into bed beside you, laying on his back with a sight.
“Today drained me. Did you have fun?” he asks
You get closer to him, lifting your leg over his torso, leaning to kiss him “Yeah, but could have more fun right now”
He kisses you back, letting a little moan slip him. You grab his cock, moving it slowly to get it hard, but he stops your hand.
“I’m sorry, but I am exhausted. I’m afraid I can’t be of use tonight”
“You don’t have to do anything, just lay there. I’ll do everything” you whisper into his ear, sucking on it
“I don’t think I can even get hard, I’ve had a few drinks too much”
You whine, kissing his neck “But I need you. I’m so worked up, I’m going crazy. I wanted you all day and was so hard not to drag you into the bedroom and ride you”
“You want it so bad?”
“Yes, Hani, please”
He starts kissing you again, harder this time, one hand grabbing your ass, squeezing it. Fingers traveling between your legs, moving your panties to the side and rubbing between your soaked folds.
“My girl wants her little pussy stuffed?”
“Mmmn fuck yes”
He pushes one finger inside your pussy, fucking into you slow.
“I need more, Hani. Need your cock”
“What will we do, baby? I am in no condition to fuck you like you want”
“Please, just…”
“But I know how to get this pussy filled. You want to know?”
You nod eagerly
“I think I should call Shua and he can fuck you. He will help me with this problem, don’t you think?”
You stop from kissing him, eyes going wide “What?”
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t want it”
“Hani, what are you saying?”
“I am saying you’re horny, I can’t fuck you, and Shua is right behind that door”
“You’re insane. He’s your best friend”
“Exactly. He’s my best friend and only he’s allowed to fuck my girl. So what do you say?”
“I don’t know what to say. Is this a prank?”
“No, I just want you to get what you want. I promise. I have been thinking a lot about it”
“Really?”
“Yes. Haven’t you?”
“I…yes, I have”
Then he kissed you again, adding another finger into your pussy, fucking you harder
“This could be Shua’s cock, fucking you. Just say the word”
“Yes”
“Yes, what? You want his cock?”
“Yes, yes. I want his cock”
He gets his phone and sends a text then continues fingering and kissing you. One minute later, Joshua opens the door
“Han, why did you call me over if you guys are fucking? Idiot”
Joshua tries to close the door but Jeonghan shouts “Don’t go! Come in”
“Are you seriously asking me that?”
Then you list your head and turn your face to look at Joshua “Please, Shua. Stay”
He doesn’t know what to do. He feels so conflicted right now. He wants to come in, but is it the right thing to do? How would this affect your friendship? There’s no turning back from this.
But seeing your face so filled with lust, made him step inside and close the door after him. He saw you like this before, many times, but every time he ended up alone in the bathroom, fisting his cock.
But now? Now you’re asking him to join and he feels like he’s about to explode in his pants just by this alone.
His steps are small, his heart beats increasing. He’s looking at Jeonghan’s fingers disappearing into your wet pussy, your little moans so seductive. His cock gets hard instantly.
“Joshuji, my girl needs to get fucked and since I am too tired to do it, I thought you might help. Want to help a friend?”
He gulps and nods. He tried to form words, but nothing comes out.
He takes his t shirt off and lays behind you in bed. You’re right there, your tiny top barely covering anything and you’re panties on the side, exposing everything.
“Don’t be shy, do what you want” Jeonghan tells him, looking at him over your shoulder
One hand goes to your waist, moving under your top, reaching your tits. He swallows hard and grabs them, playing with the nipples. He drags himself closer to your body.
You can feel his rock hard cock now, rubbing into you. His lips start kissing your neck and shoulder, leaving wet trails. This gets you moaning louder.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted Shua to touch you like this?”
You just nod, can’t speak. It’s all too much, you can’t believe this is happening.
Jeonghan stops with his ministrations and leans back, enjoying the show “She’s all yours now. Her safe word is orange”
Joshua’s hand goes now inside your panties, cupping your pussy, feeling how wet you were already. His other hand went under you to grab your tits.
You turned your face to catch his plump lips into a deep kiss. Jeonghan was smirking.
His fingers start moving over your clit, slow circling strokes that drive you closer to the edge.
“Tell me what you want” his voice sounds so sexy like this, breathy and deep
“Fuck me, Shua. I’ll die if you don’t”
His boxers are off in seconds, hearing how much you need him. He’s pulling you impossibly closer into him, your back flush to his chest, one hand guiding his cock to your entrance.
He pushes slowly into you, taking the air out of your lungs. It’s like you’ve been hit by a truck. He feels so big and so good. You manage to moan his name between whimpers and that reminds you that your boyfriend is there.
Your face turns to him as Joshua still pushes slowly all the way in. You find Jeonghan fisting his cock, mouth open, lazy eyes on where his best friend’s cock enters his girlfriend’s cunt. He’s gone.
Then you feel Joshua dragging his cock in and out of you, making you feel like you’re floating on a cloud “You like when I take you in front of your boyfriend?”
“Mmmnnnyesss”
“I’ve always wanted to do this, always wondered how you feel”
As Joshua fucks you in his strong grip, you can barely think, not to mention speak. But you look at your boyfriend with teary eyes and you watch how he drags his hand up and down his hard cock.
Your mouth drools at the sight and you need to touch him, so you lift your hand and wrap your hand around his shaft, starting to stroke him as he says “That’s my good girl”
Joshua fucks you so good that you’re close to cum, so close “Cum on my cock, baby, need to feel it”
That does it for you, your body shaking uncontrollably, pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him dry. Jeonghan grabs your chin to lift it toward him, so you can look into his eyes while you’re getting wrecked on his friend’s cock.
“So fucking hot. You’ve never looks sexier” then Jeonghan leans into you to kiss you desperately “Turn around, baby”.
You turn around, Joshua getting his cock back inside your needy cunt, searching for his own release. Then you feel your boyfriend shift behind you and now he’s right next to you, one hand on your hip, helping you move on Shua’s cock.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Take Shua’s cock, all of it.” You think you’ve never saw Jeonghan so turned on, but you’ll do anything to see him like this again.
He leans close to your ear to whisper “You think you can take both of us? Think you can take me in your tight ass?”
Your weak voice finally came after you registered that you’re going to be filled by both at the same time “Y…yeess”
Jeonghan grabbed lube from the nightstand and put some on his fingers, then rubbed them on your tight ass hole. You’ve done anal with him before, but never had your holes used at the same time.
One of his fingers goes inside, letting you get used to the feeling. His mouth starts to kiss your neck, whispering pure filth into your ear. This, combined with Joshua fucking you, made you cum again, this time harder.
“You made a mess on my cock, I love it. Can’t wait to spill into your sweet pussy”
Jeonghan pushes two fingers into your ass, hurrying his pace. He cannot wait any longer, he feels like his head will explode if he doesn’t fuck you right now.
Pulling his fingers out, he puts plenty of lube on his cock, rubbing it’s head on your hole slowly “You want it?” his hand comes to grab your throat, squeezing lightly, making your brain mush.
“Yes, Hani. Give it to me”
He locks eyes with Joshua and pushes in, biting his lower lip. Both of them feel how tight it all becomes. You try your best not to cum right now, because you want to let Jeonghan push it all the way in.
All 3 of you moan and whimper uncontrollably and you don’t know what to do with yourself anymore. The pleasure if too big. They feel so big stretching your holes so good.
Now they both fuck into you, harder and deeper. You’ve never felt this full and you never want to go back to whatever you felt before.
“Take it, baby! Take all we give you” your boyfriend moans into your hair
“Come on, Shua, fill my girlfriend up. Cum inside her tight cunt. Give her what she craves. She’s been wanting it since forever”
Of course, Joshua won’t pass and opportunity like this. He might never get to feel your pussy on his cock again, so he spills inside you. You feel it and it triggers your own orgasm.
“Don’t you dare stop, Shuji. Fuck your cum back inside her. Don’t let it run out”
Joshua keeps fucking into you deep, and the image of it drives him insane. Jeonghan cums too, with a loud groan, his fingers squeezing hard into the flesh of your hip.
You feel so filthy, and cannot believe what just happened. They hold you close, laying like that, still inside you, until they get soft and feel the cum spilling out of you.
Jeonghan gets up to look at the masterpiece on his bed “Perfection. I have many more ideas though”
You see Joshua rolling his eyes at what his friend just said, and you just know it was all planned by your sweet/evil boyfriend. You did not expect him to be such a menace.
Your two closest friends, who are also your otp, are more comfortable around you than anyone else. Like they're really comfortable. Probably too comfortable.
Scoups x Fem!Reader x Woozi
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Poly fic, fluff, friends to lovers, pining, dense reader, super suggestive, Seungcheol thot activity, CheolHoon argue a lot but it's all in good faith, made Seungcheol really pouty because I like, Jihoon tries to be normal, Vernon listens to your CheolHoon problems, lmk if anything else
Whenever Jihoon and Seungcheol were around, you always felt like you were witnessing something that you shouldn't. Moments between them that in no way were intended for the public eye. And for whatever fucking reason, they only seemed to act this away around you. During a group hangout, when the three of you were the first to arrive, it almost felt like you yourself were in the relationship. They giggled and smiled at each other like they shared a secret no one else knew, and then they'd look at you like you were also privy to that secret. You were not. And then as more of your friends filed in, they'd go back to acting how they normally did around people. Still cute, still in love, just much less intimate.
And this has happened multiple times, mind you. Whenever you had the pleasure of third wheeling them for the day, or when you'd stop by Jihoon's place to binge anime while Seungcheol lurked around. It was insane. You felt insane. At first you had fully convinced yourself that you were imagining things, but as time went on, it was clear that it was very real, and that you were the only one experiencing this.
The lovers were undeniably your otp, seeing as you had been rooting for them since Jihoon first let it slip to you that he had a massive crush on Seungcheol. He was all nervous and flustered, made you promise to not say anything. You couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he was being. Did he really not see how Seungcheol looked at him? Truthfully, you're the only reason they're even together. Jihoon was in complete denial that Seungcheol could possibly like him, and Seungcheol couldn't read through Jihoon's Tsundere tendencies for shit. So through meticulous planning, and months of egging the two of them on, they finally confessed to one another. So yeah, you happily take credit.
You assume that's why they're so… comfortable… around you. You really can't find another explanation. You'd always been pretty close to both of them as well, so that's definitely gotta be a part of it. It's just so odd to you.
Well, at least it was odd to you. It's been a year since it all started, and you've grown quite used to their behavior. In fact, you'd even say that you enjoy the special treatment. The way Seungcheol reaches to hold your hand in crowded spaces the same way he does for Jihoon, when Jihoon pulls you as close as he possibly can during movie nights, how they both call you their girl. You don’t think you've even thought about getting a boyfriend since all this started, you really didn't need one when you basically had two. That's why as you sat at your favorite brunch spot with them, you were completely unphased by… whatever they were doing.
You looked at your menu, unsure of what to get this time around. You told yourself that you'd order something different today, but your eyes kept drifting to the Very Berry French Toast that you always ordered.
“What do I even get?” You were mostly talking to yourself, but Seungcheol chimed in anyway.
“I don't know…” He feigned genuine thought as he glanced at his menu. “Maybe we should just order this.” His hand grabbed Jihoon's face, pinching his cheek.
First of all, we is insane, but okay.
Jihoon rolled his eyes, but the flush creeping up his face betrayed him. “You cannot do this every time we eat, the joke is dead.”
“Who said I was joking?” Seungcheol raised his brow.
“Do not-” you closed your menu having decided on your meal. “-start this here, Seungcheol. People are trying to eat.” You were getting the Very Berry French Toast.
“Yeah me too-”
“Shut the fuck up.” Jihoon cut off the large man. “Can I please! Just enjoy brunch in peace?”
Seungcheol looked around, once again pretending to think about his answer.
“Maybe… if you give me a kiss.” Seungcheol looked at him smug.
You had no clue how Jihoon did it. Seungcheol was a Leo man. A LEO MAN. But then again, you probably entertained Seungcheol's antics the most.
Jihoon pretended to die, slumping over in his seat and making a cartoonish ‘bleh’ sound. He stayed like that for an entire ten seconds before sitting back up, scowling at Seungcheol, and quickly pecking his lips. Seungcheol hummed triumphantly, fully aware that that was the most he was gonna get in a public setting.
You see, Jihoon would've never done even that if anybody else was sitting across from them. PDA was not his thing at all. But for whatever reason, he could not care less in your presence.
You watched as Jihoon fixed his Jacket after it had fallen from his shoulders due to his award winning death scene. You were actually pretty sure it was Seungcheol’s, a new one of his too. Jihoon sure worked fast.
Soon your waitress arrived to take your orders, quickly jotting down the three meals before scurrying off. As you all waited, you continued with your mindless chatter. Jihoon and Seungcheol held hands over the table and you were very unsurprised when Jihoon eventually reached across to grab your hand as well. You happily took it, you'd have to be insane to turn down Lee Jihoon's open and willing affections, regardless of how peculiar it was. You watched as his eyes lit up just a little bit brighter as he continued to yap about the anime the two of you had finished the night prior.
When the food arrived, they shared with each other, as couples liked to do, and then they shared with you, as they liked to do. You also shared your treasured Very Berry in return. You honestly liked this arrangement, it meant that you could have different meals and still order your tooth rotting breakfast food. A bit of Seungcheol's Hearty beef sandwich, some of Jihoon's healthy chicken salad, all together it balanced out your meal perfectly.
_
“Maybe you're their third person?”
“Their what?”
You sat on your couch with Vernon as the two of you talked about your mornings, a movie playing on the TV that you've only half paid attention to. Vernon is the only person you've told about your relationship with the couple. He's rational and can keep a secret, making him the best person to vent to when you first thought you were losing your mind. You never point out their behavior anymore, incredibly desensitized to it all, but upon hearing that you had brunch with them, the Aquarius man thought of a new theory.
“Third person,” Vernon said simply.
You blinked at him.
“Please elaborate.”
“Well…” he swayed side to side in thought. “Some couples just have a person they're really attached to, and like to do everything with. Kind of like a pet.”
“A pet?” You squinted. “That's super comforting, thanks, Non.” You muttered sarcastically.
“No problem.”
You never knew if he genuinely didn't understand your sarcasm or if he just didn't care. Either way, it pisses you off.
Obviously, the next logical step was to launch a couch pillow at him. He yelped upon impact and immediately did the same to you.
And so it begins.
Your living room was a wreck by the time you were done assaulting each other with pillows. You knocked over a ton of trinkets, busted one of the pillows, and possibly broke something- something fell off of a shelf with a ‘crack’ but you paid it no mind. You had collapsed on the couch while Vernon found refuge on the floor. You both laughed as you shot stupid insults at each other.
At some point you heard your phone ring, you promptly ignored it after realizing that you had left it on the kitchen counter, and were unwilling to get it. But then it rang again, and then you got a few text notifications. So you begrudgingly got up from the soft cushions of your sofa, and trudged to the kitchen.
Missed call from Leo Man 🤨
Missed call from Baby Boy 🫧
Text from Leo Man 🤨
Hey, cupcake!
Baby and I were going to the mall and you said something earlier about needing new shoes so we thought to invite you! 😍
Lmk wassup!
Text from Baby Boy 🫧
Mall
We'll be outside in 10mins
You sighed. Oh your sweet boys.
You did need new shoes, so you decided to take them up on the offer, though, Jihoon didn't seem to be giving you a choice. You let Vernon know what was going on and when you left he showed no signs of actually leaving himself. Strange man.
Just as Jihoon said, the couple was outside in ten minutes. You opened the door and slid into the backseat of Seungcheol's bright red truck.
“You miss us?” Seungcheol mused as he put the car in drive.
“It's been five hours, Cheol.” You deadpanned, strapping your seatbelt.
“So?” The man glanced at you, offended, through the rearview mirror. “We missed you!”
“You know, if you keep acting like this you'll scare her off.” Jihoon furrowed his brows.
“What!? No!” Seungcheol sputtered in disbelief. “I don't scare you, right, cupcake?” He glanced at you in the rearview once again, awful concerned about his boyfriend's comment.
Was Choi Seungcheol big and intimidating? Yes. And he could be down right terrifying if you got on his bad side. But to you? Nah. Big softy. A teddy bear even.
You chuckled at his wide eyes. “No, Cheol. You're bout’ as scary as a puppy.”
“Well that's not…” Seungcheol bit his lip in consideration. “I'm intimidating sometimes.”
“You are so picky.” Jihoon laughed at him.
“Okay but you love me!”
“Ehhh.”
Seungcheol scowled. “Well, ____ loves me!”
“You like, strictly complain around her, so think again.” Jihoon muses.
And now Seungcheol was full blown pouting, his plump, rosy lips jutting out in distaste. Very upset that no one loves him. This wasn't true.
He knew this wasn't true. He pouted anyways.
“Jihoon, ease up, I need him to carry my shit.” You repressed your own laughs to maintain the peace.
“I'll gladly carry your things, cupcake.” Seungcheol stated, still frowning. “Jihoon will have to fend for himself.” He'd turn his head if he weren't focused on the road.
“I'm not buying anything???” Jihoon continued his teasing. “Plus, we all know you'd still carry my stuff anyways.”
Sometimes you forgot how much of a fucking brat Jihoon could be around you and Seungcheol. The man was always so cool tempered and quiet around the masses, but when it was just the three of you, he'd leap at the chance to make Seungcheol pout. Sadism.
“I'm not gonna buy you the new Maple Story packs.”
Jihoon gasped and promptly shut the fuck up. Seungcheol smiled in triumph. He's had a lot of victories today. Unbelievable.
You couldn't help but cackle at their bickering. They've only been together for a few months longer than a year, yet they argued like an old married couple. You sighed as the mall finally came into view.
-
“Oh my god, why's he pouting now?” You just came back from the bathroom to find that Seungcheol is, once again, upset about something.
Jihoon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I called him Choi Seungcheol.” he mutters.
You blinked. “Ji… you know better than that.”
“It wasn't even on purpose!”
“Cheol, see? It wasn't on purpose.” You tried to mediate.
“Nah, he said it as revenge for threatening to not buy him new fortnight skins.”
“Why-” No. Nope. It didn't matter. Y'all weren't going anywhere unless this was solved. “Jihoon, kiss him!”
“What, why!?”
“It's the easiest way to make him feel better.”
“You kiss him then!”
You looked at the pale man, appalled. “He's your boyfriend!”
“And? I'm sure he'll be plenty happy if you kissed him.”
“I-” You blinked rapidly at the couple. “-I don't have time for this.”
So you approached Seungcheol, grabbed his face, and planted a big, fat kiss on his cheek. When you pulled away, you saw that your lipstick had smudged, leaving a shotty print of your pursed lips on his cheekbone.
Jihoon leaned over to see, clicking his tongue and muttering a ‘Nice.’
A sheepish smile slowly grew on Seungcheol's face as you let go of him. He held his cheek as he suggested you all grabbed something to eat. Fucking Leo's, man.
As the three of you sat to eat in the food court, Seungcheol still hadn't bothered wiping his face, so you did it for him. He complained as you used a napkin to rub away the lipstick, saying that it was proof that you loved him.
“You don't need proof when I'm sitting right here, dumbass.” You mumbled it mindlessly as you finished with your efforts.
You hadn't noticed that both Jihoon and Seungcheol were staring at you, so when you pulled back, your eyes darted between the two, confused.
“What?” You raised a brow at them. “Is there something on my face too?” You joked.
Jihoon blinked at you before locking in on his food. “No, you're good.”
Seungcheol just gave you a giddy ass smile as he went to eat his own food.
Okay then…
-
You dozed off on the car ride home, only hearing the couple's soft murmurs over the even quieter radio every now and then.
“She's asleep.” Jihoon whispered as he watched over your still figure in the backseat.
Seungcheol hummed in response. “I'm not surprised. We dragged her out twice today.” He chuckled.
“Yeah…” Jihoon's gaze lingered a little longer before turning to sit properly. “So nice of her to come out. Even with all your pouting.” Jihoon couldn't help the jab that escaped from him so naturally.
“Even with all your nagging.” Seungcheol fired back.
Their hushed laughs flowed throughout the truck, much too gentle for the vehicle’s garish appearance.
“Ugh, what're we gonna do?” Jihoon sighed, covering his face with his hands. “She was so cute when she kissed you.”
Seungcheol agreed as he resisted the urge to feel his cheek where the phantom kiss lingered. “And what she said in the food court…” He recounted.
“Oh my goooodddddd” Jihoon whisper screamed. “Shut up, I thought I was hearing things.” He scrunched his face.
“No, she said that.” Seungcheol confirmed.
In his peripheral vision, Seungcheol saw his boyfriend's cheeks puff out to hold his breath, most likely trying to keep from screaming. And they called him the dramatic one.
Seungcheol smiled as he reached over to grab his lover's hand. Even if it all really meant nothing, he was just happy that you were around.
You don't need proof when I'm sitting right here.
Yeah, he was gonna hold onto that for the next forever.
When the car pulled up in front of your apartment building, Jihoon once again maneuvered his body to look at you. “Cupid, you're back home.” He spoke a bit louder than he had previously been.
The couple watched you stir at the call of your name, fully sitting up when Jihoon patted your knee.
“Shit…” You mumbled, blinking the sleep from your eyes. You looked out the window to find that you were, in fact, at home. “Okay.” You yawned.
You undid your seatbelt and then attempted to stretch your arms in the cramped space.
The lovers felt like they were watching a cat wakeup. Slow blinks, quiet yawns, big stretches. It made them feel all fuzzy inside.
You grabbed the paper bag with your shoes, as well as a different bag with a top Seungcheol had bought for you as well. You swung open the car door and shuffled outside. You then stepped over to Jihoon's door, peeking through his already open window. Like clockwork, you grabbed his hand, bringing it to your lips as you've done a million times before. Then you quickly reached for Seungcheol's hand, knowing damn well he'd have a fit if you didn't. He wouldn't be concerned at all with how you were kissing on his boyfriend, more concerned about getting his turn. You couldn't fully reach to kiss him, so you gave his hand a good squeeze.
“Goodnight, my boys.” You mumble with a tired smile.
“You have work in the morning?” Seungcheol inquired. You hummed. “I'll pick you up, okay?”
“Mmmkay.” You agreed.
“Night, Cupid.” Jihoon mumbled, leaning back in his seat, also clearly tired from the day. His droopy eyes gave you a cuteness aggression fit that took the will of thousands to not act on in that moment.
With a bit of reluctance, Seungcheol let go of your hand, allowing you to wander off and take refuge in your home. He looked at his boyfriend and they shared a knowing look. Really… What were they gonna do?
-
You were back to thinking that maybe you were going insane. You had barged into Jihoon's apartment, ready for another anime binge, and when you entered the living area, you witnessed Jihoon essentially pry Seungcheol off of him upon hearing your footsteps. That was normal. Seungcheol, of course, was never the kind to give in so easily, so he continued to kiss his boyfriend all over his face and neck as he tried to greet you. Also normal. Seungcheol's response to Jihoon's complaints of you standing right there as you waited for them to finish their little show, was to offer you to join. Still normal.
The lustful glances at you? Weak. The way Jihoon basically moans as Seungcheol's lips refuse to leave him? Been there, done that.
So what on god's green earth could've possibly struck you as odd? When Seungcheol grabbed your arm and pulled you to sit between the two of them. So simple compared to literally everything else you just witnessed, but it was the only thing that was out of the ordinary. Seungcheol usually got up and wandered further into the apartment as you flopped on the couch next to Jihoon. If the large man ever did come back, he'd take the seat on the other side of Jihoon. So yeah, it was pretty surprising when you found yourself pressed between the two of them like the cream in an Oreo.
Vernon's old theory about them being swingers came to mind. You'd debunked it saying they would've made a move forever ago. And it was true, swingers weren't exactly known for their patience. So as you looked at the two of them, Jihoon leaning on you as he turned on the TV to play the show, Seungcheol's arm falling behind you on the couch, you accepted that this was now a part of the routine.
Other than that, the night was pretty normal. You found yourself laying across the lovers as the episodes went on. You and Jihoon hummed and gasped at the TV, occasionally pausing to stand up and rant about something stupid a character did. Seungcheol laughed at the two of you, saying that ‘It was just a show,’ and that you both needed to calm down. Two sets of eyes glared at the Leo, immediately Jihoon reminded him of how he acts when his favorite team loses a game.
“That's real.” Seungcheol huffed, crossing his arms.
“It's a game!” You shouted at him in disbelief from where you had stood to announce your irritation. “It's literally grown men kicking a ball around!” You gestured wildly.
“Those grown men are skilled, and deserve a win!” He shot back.
“Obviously not if you're crashing out every other night because they can't get one!”
Jihoon cackled at the two of you, falling back on the couch and kicking his legs in the air. “It's true-” Jihoon wheezes trying to catch his breath. “They never win!” He clutched his stomach.
You stood up straight, basking in your victory. Not today Choi Seungcheol. Seungcheol rolled his eyes and pouted, but he still let you flop your legs over his lap without complaint.
You tried to continue the show, but the three of you kept giggling about whatever you were talking about. And as the hours rolled by, and you all grew more tired, you decided it was time to sleep.
Seungcheol threw you over his shoulder, and hauled you to the bedroom when you attempted to walk home at the unholy hour. You could only sigh as you locked eyes with Jihoon who giggled as he treaded closely behind the two of you.
Seungcheol plopped you on the bed while Jihoon went to grab you some of his clothes to use as pajamas. The apartment once had a guest bedroom, but Jihoon had turned it into his photography studio a few years back, leaving only the one room. You never understood why they made you sleep in the bed with them when the couch was still perfectly fine, but you've learned not to question things.
This is just how things are. This is just how they are. And even in all their behaviors, they've never once made you feel uncomfortable, so what was the point in fighting it? You surely couldn't think of a good reason as you slipped on one of Jihoon's oversized shirts, and tied on a pair of his shorts. You exited the bathroom and flopped on the bed where the couple was already cuddling. You'd think the bed would be too crowded, but for whatever reason, Jihoon owned the biggest mattress on the market. Said something about liking his space. Ironic seeing as he drags you and his boyfriend into bed whenever possible.
Jihoon pulled you into the cuddle sesh with little thought.
“Nooooo, you guys run hot.” You whined as you weakly pushed his arms away.
“Yeah we do.” Seungcheol mused.
Well… he wasn't wrong.
Ultimately, you ended up laying on Jihoon's chest with Seungcheol’s arm thrown over the both of you, you all chattered mindlessly while drifting off.
“All this mattress…” You began. “And you guys insist that we sleep like shivering kittens in need of each other's warmth.” You complained half heartedly.
“Awww.” Jihoon cooed at the mental image, his hand running up and down your back. “Those poor kittens.”
“The kittens aren't real, Ji.” You mumbled.
“They are somewhere.” He whispered.
You heard Seungcheol, who you thought was asleep, chuckle at the two of you. “You're both my kittens.” He asserted in a hushed tone.
You rolled your eyes at how cheesy the man was. You didn't bother commenting, but Jihoon sure did.
“That was so fucking corny, babe.” He scrunched his face.
This only made Seungcheol laugh, his mission to make you cringe a success. “I'm glad you think so, babe.”
“Can you like, not, babe.” You tacked onto the ‘babe’ train happening.
“Mmmm, only if I get a kiss, babe.” You don't think there's been a day since you met Seungcheol, that he hasn't demanded kisses from you, or anyone else in the vicinity. The man was such a thot. But hey, If you could pull the way he could, you'd probably be one too.
“How about you both go to bed…” Jihoon chimed in. “Babe.”
You snorted at the delay. He tried not to give in, but he couldn't help himself.
Seungcheol sat up a bit, leaning on his elbow so that he could kiss you and Jihoon. One on Jihoon's lips, one a bit close to yours as he whispered ‘love you's.’
In that moment, as you all were finally falling asleep, a thought dawned on you. One that, perhaps, should've come to you a year ago. Maybe you weren't just their third person, a fortunate witness to their love for one another. Maybe you were their third person, a receiver of the love and devotion that you thought the two of them only held for each other. Your brows furrowed as you pushed the thought aside. Not now. Go to sleep.
-
The next days were… odd. Even more so than usual. The couple wasn't even doing things out of their ordinary, you were just looking at the things they were doing differently. You really tried to push it away, tell yourself you were crazy, but it was no use. Even the level headed Hansol Vernon Chwe, was of no help to you.
“Why didn't I think of that!” Vernon gasped in realization.
You went to him for rational thought, not one of his convoluted theories. But here you were, head in your hands as he further entertained the idea.
“I guess I assumed that they were only exclusive to each other without considering the possibility that they'd be open to a third partner that third partner specifically being you of course because why else would they act all lovey dovey with you unless they wanted you in the relationship as well it actually makes complete sense but we overlooked it due to our closed minds refusing to see-”
“Vernon, literally if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to rip your tongue out.”
Vernon paused his ramblings, clearing his throat. “All I'm saying, is that I think you clocked it.” he raised his hands in surrender.
You groaned, falling back onto your couch in defeat. “What do I dooooooo?”
“Well… what do you want to do?“ Your friend leaned back into the corner of the couch he always claimed.
What did you want to do? As odd as you felt it all to be in the beginning, you accepted the matter without complaint. And slowly, but surely, the couple had been ingrained into your life, almost like you were a part of the relationship. Always just a boundary or two away from being able to say you were in a throuple. You were perfectly okay with all of it. But you hadn't ever thought about actually being in the relationship. You cared for them both very dearly. Jihoon was your oldest friend, and Seungcheol had thundered his way into your life with a conviction and stubbornness that only he could possess.
Truly, you're grateful to be attached at the hip with them. You always called them ‘your boys,’ because it really felt like they were yours. They were a way around you that they only were with each other, and you took pride in that.
“I mean-” Vernon piped up once again. “-you’re basically dating them already, why not tack on the title and it's added benefits.”
True, true.
In order to fully understand yourself, you thought about your life if you decided to turn them down. A life where they treated you like everybody else. That is if they even still spoke to you. Yeah… no. Not doing that.
Throuple it is.
-
The next time you hung out with the couple, you were practically shaking with nerves. You really had no clue what to say. You considered calling and telling them you were sick, but you realized that they'd probably drop everything to coddle you. Vernon, who never seemed to leave your home, basically wrestled you out the door.
“What if I'm wrong!?” You screeched as he pulled you into the hallway.
“Trust me! You're not!” He huffed as he finally got you close to the elevators. “They want that cookie, ____!” He pushed you into the first elevator that opened.
You could only gawk at his words. Foul mouthed boy.
So here you were, in Jihoon's living room for what was likely the millionth time, nervously chewing on popcorn while the couple argued about what movie you should all watch. Seungcheol wanted an action movie that you didn't catch the name of, and Jihoon wanted to watch an animated movie that was likely going to make you cry.
Jihoon turned to you with a fire in his eyes. “We won't watch either then! Cupid, you pick!”
Your eyes widened at being addressed so suddenly. You looked between the two of them with furrowed brows.
You picked Howl’s Moving Castle. Seemed like a good in between. Speaking of in between, guess where you were? Sandwiched between the beefy men once again. No surprise there. You watched diligently as Howl whisked Sophie away from the predatory soldiers. The lovers seemed much less invested in the movie they've seen a hundred times, chattering with one another quite literally behind your back. You didn't mind of course, the film was pretty much tattooed on your brain as well, so every now and then you'd hone in on their conversation before going back to focusing on the TV.
You were also plotting. Well… attempting to plot. You still had no clue on how to go about letting them know that you're privy to their own schemes. Do you just say it? Like ‘hey, I know you guys want me, let's do this shit.’ That seemed… not ideal. What if-
Your thoughts were cut off by a small gasp followed by Jihoon's voice. “Seungcheol!”
“Don't Seungcheol me!” The elder's hand flew over his chest, as if wounded.
“Stop being a freak while Howl’s Moving Castle plays!” Jihoon fires back.
The two of them got louder. You only leaned back, trying to decipher exactly what just happened.
“I was just saying!” Seungcheol defended.
“____ is literally sitting between us! Have some decorum!”
“Ain't nothing she ain't heard before!”
Ah okay. Seungcheol was being freaky again. Checks out.
Normally, you'd just kick back and laugh as they went on and on. But today, you were arguing with your own demons, really taking in what was being said in reference to you. Seungcheol was always a flirt, not minding at all if you were there to witness the sexual way he spoke to his boyfriend, and he always “joked” about including you in their… activities. But Jihoon was keen on not scaring you away with Seungcheol's raunchy behavior. It was one of the things that had confused you a lot in the beginning. Seungcheol's behavior was far from appropriate, but Jihoon was less worried about his man saying sexual things to you, and more worried about you not wanting to be around them anymore. You shrugged it off as a joke seeing as Seungcheol had always been kind of a hoe.
“Oh look what you did, the poor girl is frozen.” Jihoon took in you stiff appearance, convinced that they'd really fucked up this time. “You've actually scared her this time around.” His voice actively became more gentle, in fear of you running off.
Seungcheol's face visibly softened. “Shit. I'm sorry, ____, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” He slowly made some space between the two of you, Jihoon followed suit.
You blinked trying to collect your thoughts. “That's not-” You looked at him, taking in how sincere he was being. “I'm not… I was just-” Damn, if only you could form a fucking sentence right now.
The concern on Seungcheol's face only worsened with every second that passed. Jihoon ever so gently places a hand on your shoulder. You turned to face him.
“Hey, it's okay. We know we're a lot. Just… you can tell us if it's too much.”
“No! That's not it!” You shot up from your seat, spilling the popcorn in your lap. You'll clean that up later. “I'm not uncomfortable!” You asserted.
The lovers looked at you, surprised by your outburst.
“I just- fuck, how do I say this?” You scratched at your head hoping to form a tangible thought. “You guys… have always been this way with me. And I've always kinda wondered why… and I think that I've finally put two and two together.”
You glanced at them to try and gauge their reactions, but other than furrowed brows, their expressions gave away nothing. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you continued.
“Call me crazy if I'm wrong.” You chuckled nervously. “But is there a chance… that maybe you both-” Your heart was beating out of your chest. This was it, now or never. “-have feelings for me?”
You flinched at your own words, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn't bear to look at them. What you just said was insane, it was even more so to say to their faces. You readied yourself to be called an idiot and laughed at, or worse, they just look at you awkwardly and ask you to leave. Oh just the thought made it hard to breathe.
“____.” A gentle voice called your name. You finally opened your eyes to find Jihoon standing in front of you with Seungcheol right beside him. “Hey, you're not crazy.” He shook his head, a small smile on his face.
“We're literally insane about you.” Seungcheol added.
Jihoon shoved the taller man in his side, his eye twitching. “Tone it down!” He said through gritted teeth.
You chuckled at the antics, even in your state of semi panic. You adored these fools. The lovers smiled as your laugh reached their ears.
“It's okay if you don't feel the same, we-”
“Are you kidding!?” You cut off Seungcheol. “As integrated as I've been in this relationship, I'd literally cry like it was a real breakup if it ended here.” You ran your hands down your face, exasperated. All that anxiety for nothing.
Seungcheol could no longer help himself. He launched at you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly. You'd hug him back if you could move your arms. He quickly pulled Jihoon into the hug as well, making sure you were all pressed together like pancakes.
“This is great, Cheol.” You coughed out. “But my lungs are collapsing.”
When Seungcheol showed no signs of moving, Jihoon pinched his side, causing him to yelp.
“What the hell, baby!?” Seungcheol cried out.
“You're gonna kill her before we can even make her our girlfriend!” The pale man scowled.
Seungcheol messaged his side. “Yeah… that would be bad, wouldn't it…” He muttered mindlessly.
You found yourself laughing again. Jihoon pinched the bridge of his nose as Seungcheol collected himself.
Jihoon's eyes went wide. “Like we practiced, Cheolie!?”
Practiced? All this effort to ask you out? You were extremely flattered. Truthfully, you would've been satisfied with a ‘be our girlfriend.’
“I know, but I can't remember what I'm supposed to say, baby. I'm sorry.” Seungcheol scratched his arm.
Jihoon blinked a few times. “Okay… that's fine.” Jihoon comforted, placing a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Just ask her.”
“Me? Are you sure you don't want to?”
“I'm going to punch you in your beautiful face.”
“Okay! Okay! Understood!”
“Hey, guys?” You spoke up, doing your best not to fall out from how cute they were being. Just the sweetest guys. They looked at you with big, hopeful eyes. “I was wondering if the two of you wanted to be my boyfriends?”
“Yes!”
“Absolutely!”
Both voices hit you at once. You could only beam at two men standing in front of you. “Well that was easy.” You giggled.
“Yeah, and it only took you a year.” Jihoon scrunched his face at you and crossed his arms.
“Hey!” You pointed at him. “Don't give me that! I was being decent!”
“Cupcake.” Seungcheol chimed in, leaning on Jihoon's shoulder. “There was nothing decent about any of this.” He raised a brow at you.
You thought back to all of the what was essentially soft core porn you witnessed, and could only nod in agreement. None of this was decent.
“Just because you two are whores, doesn't mean I had to be one.” You raised your brow in judgement.
“If you stuck around to watch, I think that makes you just as much of a whore as we are.” Jihoon narrowed his eyes at you, his lips quirked into a smirk.
Well then…
You looked down at your feet, taking note of the popcorn that still needs to be cleaned up.
“I should clean that up.” You mumbled.
Seungcheol wheezed at the topic change as he moved to do it for you. “I got it, my love.”
Oh. My love. You could get used to that.
Jihoon flopped onto the couch, ensuring to pull you down with him. He basically wrapped around you like a Koala. You reciprocated, tangling your limbs with his and giggling as you watched your boyfriend clean.
Ooh that had a nice ring to it. Your boyfriend. Your's and Jihoon's boyfriend. You and your boyfriend's boyfriend. Yeah that's good stuff.
Seungcheol soon joined the two of you, enveloping you both in his large arms with ease. It helped that you and Jihoon had essentially merged into one person while he was cleaning. Howl's Moving Castle was about half of the way through, and the three of you let it play just to talk over it some more.
“Did you really do that?” Jihoon's eyes widened in horror as you told him about how they had Vernon to thank for being in your presence tonight. “You're neighbors probably heard.” He held his hand over his mouth, immensely worried about the social implications.
“And it only got worse when he screamed ‘they want that cookie.’” You looked off into the distance with a thousand yard stare as you thought about your poor nextdoor neighbors, Mrs Song and her husband. Awful, just awful.
Jihoon choked on air, coughing into his hands. “What!?”
“Well he wasn't wrong.” Seungcheol commented.
“Cheol!” Jihoon slapped his arm.
“Oh my god, she's our girlfriend. What more could you want?” Seungcheol groaned.
“I don't know, maybe buy her dinner first, you freak!” Jihoon scolded.
“We buy her dinner! Often!”
“A proper date! We have to take her on a proper date! Then we can talk about whatever…” Jihoon gestures vaguely at Seungcheol. “This is!”
“What does that even- you know what, never mind.” Seungcheol waved him off. “You weren't even this by the book when we started dating. If I remember correctly, you basically begged me to-”
“Genuine question.”Jihoon cut him off. “Do you ever shut the fuck up? Just genuinely.”
You could not breathe. That's how hard you were laughing. Tears pricked at your eyes as you gripped Seungcheol's arm to find some sort of stability. You hadn't noticed the conversation came to a halt until you managed to catch your breath. You blinked away the tears in your eyes and noticed Seungcheol and Jihoon looking at you. Their eyes were all sparkly and wide, and they had soft smiles on their faces.
“What?” You breathe out.
“Nothing.” Seungcheol spoke up. “We're just… so happy that you're here.” Jihoon hummed in agreement.
You felt your heartbeat quicken. You looked at the two lovers, your two lovers, with a full heart.
And you were damn happy to be there.
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A/N I really just wanted some CheolHoon in my life. I'm pretty vague about describing people's reactions so I'm trying to get better at that, but I hope I do a well enough job for now. Don't even talk to me about describing surroundings. Plans to expand upon this lil au. Moments with Seungcheol, Moments with Jihoon, make out sesh, bc they don't actually kiss in this, and that's kinda criminal.
But anyways, Thank you for reading! If you liked it, tell me in reblogs or comments! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
synopsis. losing your lucky charm is worst way to cut ties with your ex, maybe you ought to change your approach on luck, after all, luck is supposed to be unpedictable
paring(s). lee jihoon x reader x kwon soonyoung
genre(s). non-idol au, uni students au, romance, smut, angst, smau/half-written
warning(s). mature themes, explicit words and scenes, alchohol consumption, toxic relationship examples
🍀 ⌇ profiles ~ lost and found clurb, the cats+hamster
🍀 ⌇ table of contents
› 1 ~ no, don't play hamliton during my breakdown?
› 2 ~ trading luck for a zoo ticket
› 3 ~ ice cream commercial
› 4 ~ I like my toast burned
› 5 ~ finding four-leaf clovers in concrete jungle
› 6 ~ four of clubs
› 7 ~ when the rabbit's foot is actually plastic
› 9 ~ believing fortune cookies, just this once
› 8 ~ horseshoes hang upside down for a reason
› tba
🍀 ⌇ playlist ♫ ˎˊ˗
freak-lana del rey ⌇ is it wrong-lana del rey ⌇ killin’ it girl -j-hope ⌇ solo-frank ocean ⌇ bad influence-seventeen ⌇ one thing-lola young ⌇ lips-haiden henderson ⌇ sweat- haiden henderson ⌇ hxw-stupid idiot ⌇ illiegal- pinkpantheress ⌇ loose-enhypen ⌇ stargirl interlude- weekend, lana del rey ⌇ music to watch boys-lana del ray
synopsis: A sudden downpour of heavy rain makes a camping trip be reduced to a slightly cramped but moderately comfortable tent. The close proximity, and a bit of alcohol, help to bring Soonyoung, Jihoon, and their friend Bea closer than ever before.
parings: lee jihoon x fem oc/reader x kwon soonyoung
genres: non-idol au, romance, smut, complete, one shot, leaning more dom!soonyoung sub!jihoon and mc
warnings: explicit words and scenes, alchohol consumption, threesome
word count: 5,897
AO3 Link
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“It wasn’t supposed to rain!”
I shout over the sudden downpour. The large droplets quickly reduce our glorious fire into nothing but dying embers.
“Try telling that to the clouds!” Soonyoung shouts, hiding under his hoodie he’d quickly thrown over his head to try and block the rain.
“Get in!”
Jihoon pulls back the opening to the closest tent — mine. We don’t protest, leaving our things outside and climbing in one after the other to escape the cold rain.
The tent is dry and at least a little warmer than outside.
For our first camping trip in years I’d decided to drop a bit of money on our sleeping arrangements, thankfully. This tent was made for two people, enough room for me to comfortably sleep, but a little cramped with the three of us stacked inside. It was only meant for me, as I bought two others for the boys, but it looked like I was going to have to share for the night.
We throw off our shoes and damp outerwear, stashing them in the corner away from the mattress pad and blankets. The rain hits heavy against the roof of the tent as Jihoon zips it closed. It’s supposed to withstand heavy weather, but I couldn’t help it be a bit nervous.
“Think it’ll hold?”
Soonyoung sighs as he sits back against my pile of blankets. He’s stripped down to just his muscle tank and basketball shorts. He shrugs simply while Jihoon replies to my question.
“It better. Or else we’ll have to sprint to the car.”
“Why didn’t we do that before?”
Now Jihoon shrugs, “tent was closer.”
His hands grip the back collar of his dark t-shirt, and in a swift movement he pulls it off over his head. I’d seen him shirtless before at the lake several times, but I still had the urge to advert my eyes.
“Dude!”
Soonyoung chuckles behind his hand and Jihoon raises his eyebrow.
“What? I'm not wearing a wet shirt all night.”
“All night?” Soonyoung’s giggles subside, “you think we’ll be in here all night?”
He doesn't respond, instead he pulls out his phone to check the radar. I peek through my fingers and eventually move them from my face entirely. The dim light of the fairy lights I'd set up in the tent made his toned muscles and pronounced chest even more obvious. His pale skin unblemished and frustratingly perfect, like a marble statue carved by someone who adored him. He’d recently shaved his dyed, dirty-blond hair into an even buzz cut. A new style for him that sharpened his masculine features, yet also accented the softer curves of his face and chin. He bit his soft lips gently as he waited for the app to load in the limited data.
“Yeah… radar looks bad. We’ve got at least another five hours of rain. Maybe seven.”
“Damn.” Soonyoung sinks comfortably back against my blankets, putting his arms behind his head. He was taller and leaner than Jihoon, but no less fit. His arms smooth and toned, as well as his abs which were currently outlined from his thin tank top that was annoyingly clinging to his skin. He was slightly tanner, spending a lot of his time on our weekend getaway swimming at the beach and soaking in the sun eagerly, giving him a sun-kissed ethereal glow at all times. His hair was also cut short, but spiked up a bit in the front naturally and not as buzzed as Jihoon's. His jawline was defined and angled to a jagged sharpness. The shape of his eyes made it look like he was always smirking, which he usually was anyway.
“You don't sound too upset about that,” I remark.
He shrugs, “I mean, I’m not too mad about it. You definitely have the best tent.”
Jihoon sets his phone down and sighs, stretching an arm above his head as he gets comfortable. His damp sweatpants cling to his thigh as he bends his leg up. He stares at the ceiling of the tent. It was a low enough height where none of us could fully stand up in it, but we could sit up comfortably at least. From the tiny lights in the corner we could see the drops hit the fabric and drip down the sloped sides. The downpour was muffled here inside the tent, the atmosphere almost cozy, despite being unable to stretch out my legs without kicking one of them.
As I move to lay down in my own spot, evenly spaced between them, Soonyoung turns on his side to face me, propping his head up on his hand. The action emphasizing his bicep, “well, Bea, you wanted to relive the glory days of camp. I’d say this is pretty accurate.”
I roll my eyes, “how is any of this like camp?”
Jihoon folds his hands against his chest. He’s so close I can feel the subtle warmth of his bare torso even in the slight chill of the tent. He turns his head to listen to the conversation.
Soonyoung continues, a gleam of amusement in his eyes, a look I was all to familiar with, “it’s exactly like old times. Team Red. The three best camp councilors Echo Falls has ever seen. We ran those kids like the military.”
I can’t help but laugh, thinking back to several summer’s ago when we first met. We’d all picked up a summer job after out senior year of high school at the local campground as councilors. The three of us had been grouped up and put in charge of the first and second graders. At first I was worried if we would be able to work together after seeing how polar opposite their leadership styles were. But to my surprise, they worked well together, having already been friends since middle school. Soonyoung was the more energetic and goofy captain who would make sure the kids were always having a good time. Jihoon was more of the planner, keeping things organized, but always had a gentle demeanor with the kids. I’d float in between, being stern if needed but also wanting to make the best of things if they didn’t go exactly to the day’s itinerary. Which happened often.
“I guess things did always seem to go wrong.”
Jihoon huffs a small laugh from his nose, “we can just blame Soon like we did back then too.”
I laugh and Soonyoung’s immediate groan, “okay, maybe back then some things were actually my fault, but I can’t control the weather!”
Jihoon and I share a smirk, seeing Soonyoung clearly start to get riled up by a simple tease. He sees our smiles and frumps down on the thin mattress pad with his arms crossed.
“Feels like we brought one of the kids with us instead of our Soonyoung,” I chuckle, leaning over to pet his hair. He swipes at my hand halfheartedly and I pull it away, tucking my arm across my chest as I lay back down and laugh. The fairy lights casts shadows against the walls of the tent as the night grows darker. I shiver slightly, our body heat not enough to keep away the chill from outside for now.
Jihoon glances over as I shiver. He shifts his body, changing his position, making himself slightly closer to me than before.
Soonyoung is still pouting, but when he sees me shiver he softens.
“Those were fun times, huh? Feels like we were just kids.”
He starts another conversation, a happy distraction from the situation.
“Can’t believe they really let a couple of teenagers watch over those kids out in the middle of a forest.”
Jihoon makes a sound of disapproval, “glad we all agreed to never do that again.”
“But hey, now we’re all best friends, so we got a win out of it.”
Soonyoung looks over at me as he says this and my hearts swells a bit at his words. An idea passes over his face and he quickly sits up, moving to the entrance of the tent as he crawls over us. Before Jihoon or I could protest, he zips down the door and reaches his hand blindly near the side of the tent. With an excited exclamation he pulls his hand back from the cooler outside, clutching the neck of a small bottle of peach soju between his fingers. His arm now dripping with rain water, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest.
“Glad we brought this!”
I sigh, holding out my hand as I sit up, “pass it over.”
Jihoon rolls his eyes from where he lays, “you two and your drinking.”
Soonyoung scoffs, “you say that like we’re drunks!”
“Might as well be.”
Jihoon grumbles but a smirk plays at his lips. He sits up with us as I go to twist off the cap.
“Do it the cool way, Bea!”
“No way, not after last time.” I grimace, remembering the pain from slapping the bottom of a bottle into my forehead. It was after we had already done a few shots, but the embarrassment lingered long after I’d sobered up. With the cups somewhere outside in the rain, we resort to sharing the bottle.
“Anyone want the first sip?” I hold it out to both of them.
Soonyoung eagerly takes it from me and clears his throat. He holds up the bottle like someone would hold a champagne glass to give a toast.
“To us. Who survived hell and back again all those summers ago, and still remain friends to this day.”
He plays up the act, but Jihoon and I know him well enough to see the sincerity in his words. He was always the glue that held us together, making plans and keeping us in touch for all these years.
I shake my head and laugh, brushing off the sentiment.
“To trauma bonding,” I hold up an imaginary cup. Jihoon laughs and does the same.
“I’ll cheers to that.”
Soonyoung sighs with an eye roll, but he knows our aversion to being as openly affectionate as him. He takes a long swig of the drink before holding it out to me. My fingers graze his as the bottle passes between us. A slight chill runs up my arm. Man, it was cold in here.
Alcohol will help.
I take a swig of my own without a care that Soonyoung’s mouth had already been on the rim. The slight burn a welcome feeling. I pass it to Jihoon who’s fingers linger around mine as he takes it. A similar shiver running over my skin at the contact.
The bottle eventually lays empty by our shoes, it’s contents split between the three of us. Well, mostly Soonyoung and I.
Our conversation shifts as we laugh and reminisce, laying down with one of them on either side of me again. We get talking about how glad we are to have stayed in contact even after leaving camp and all attending different universities. Soonyoung comments how he believes it was destiny for us to meet, so he made sure to keep us together because of it.
“That and Soon had a massive crush on you.”
Jihoon says this with a smug grin, his eyes closed as he puts his hands behind his head. Soonyoung’s reaction is immediate, his signature smirk falls and the tipsy twinge of pink of his cheeks deepens. He flounders for a moment, uncharacteristically without words, until he blurts out, “so did you!”
His finger points at Jihoon who’s eyes flicker open.
“I did not.”
There’s no change to his tone or expression, but if I’d looked close enough I’d see the tips of his ears change to a shade a red.
Feeling the shift in tension, I revert to teasing to clear the air, “aw, you two liked me?”
“Shut up,” Soonyoung groans, pushing my arm a bit.
“That’s so cute!”
“Shut uppp,” Soonyoung pushes me again, his words round and pouty as he puffs out his lips.
Jihoon chuckles dryly, “can’t believe I’m stuck in here with the two of you.”
I gasp, continuing my teasing “hey! Don’t rope me in with him. I thought I was your favorite, Jihoonie.”
He scoffs, “don’t call me that.”
“Hey, yourself! I’m right here you know,” Soonyoung nudges me with his elbow, hitting me in a spot between my ribs that makes me flinch.
“Ow!” I groan dramatically. I elbow him back, a bit harder than intended but it does the job. He winces and sits up.
“That’s it!”
That same mischievous glint flashes in his eyes that I know all too well.
My eyes widen, “don’t you dare—!”
But it’s too late.
His hands find whatever skin they can, tickling me mercilessly. I squeal and writhe, trying to get away from him but there’s no where to run. I can hear Jihoon telling us to stop, his annoyance evident. I push and kick hopelessly, my struggle only amusing Soonyoung further. Jihoon’s voice gets louder, clearly impatient with out bickering and my body in danger of potentially thrashing into him as I try and escape. In an act of desperation, one I’ve had to use before, I lean up to bite at Soonyoung’s forearm. Not enough to cause any damage but enough to make him cry out a bit and pull back his hand. He shoves me back into Jihoon who curses.
“Enough!”
“Stop!”
With a thud I’m pinned down between them on my back, my arms raised slightly above my head. One restrained by Jihoon and the other by Soonyoung. We’re all breathing heavy, my chest rising and almost meeting theirs with each breath. My eyes flicker between them as they loom over me, closer than we’ve ever been with each other. There’s a clear shift in the air, one that’s heavy and thick with sudden unspoken desires.
“Please…”
I’m not even sure myself what I’m pleading for, but the word barely escapes my mouth before they descend upon me and attach their lips to either side of my neck. The sudden contact makes me gasp, my head tilting back to give them more access. Soonyoung’s lips were soft, barely nipping at my skin but obviously full of want. Jihoon’s were rough and hot, demanding my attention. I bit my lip to keep from making any obscene noises, my mind so fuzzy I dared not question what was happening. Working in sync, they both start to trail up from my neck to the side of my jaw and slowly, slowly, move towards my lips. As their heads brush from the close contact they both look up, first at me, and then each other. The same half-lidded eyes and lustful haze was reflected on each of their faces, and it didn’t dissipate when they looked at each other either.
“Can we—?”
“Please.”
“Yes.”
Before Soonyoung can act first, Jihoon moves his free hand to my jaw and turns my head to face him. His piercing eyes meet mine for a lingering moment before his hand grips firmer around my chin and his lips crash to mine.
Surprised, my eyes remain open and wide for a moment before my body relaxes with a muffled moan. Soonyoung groans against my ear, frustrated both in desire and disappointment in not being the one to kiss me first. His lips return to press hungrily against my neck, more firm this time.
Jihoon’s hold on me is strong, his lips and teeth impatient as they press against mine. He bites my bottom lip, getting me to gasp and he takes the opening to slip his tongue against mine. It’s soft and sweet, like he was, but rough and demanding just the same. Each time Jihoon’s deep kissing causes me to make a noise, Soonyoung responds by grazing his teeth against my skin. Determined to leave marks, his fierce kisses bruise my skin and leave behind red traces over any part of me he could reach.
Jihoon breaks the kiss, only moving back far enough to breathe. His lips are now a darkened pink and slightly swollen, parted just slightly as as our breaths mingle. As he pulls back there’s a clear lustful haze over his eyes, his cheeks and chest red and pink, flushed from the intimacy and alcohol.
Impatiently, Soonyoung trails lover and lower on my body. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and immediately start pulling it up over my head.
“Off.”
The word is a growl from his chest.
I comply, only half registering the word but working on autopilot to follow his movements. Jihoon backs away enough to let my shirt be slipped off. As soon as the fabric leaves my skin his lips are back on me, biting and sucking at my neck, marking the other side just as hungrily.
Soonyoung’s hands grasp my chest, taking fistfuls of my breasts under my bra, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. I gasp, shivering a bit as I whisper his name.
“Off.”
He growls again, not bothering to unclasp my bra before pulling it up over my head. Jihoon backs away with a groan but pauses as he sees my now bare chest. Eagerly, Soonyoung leans down to take one breast in his mouth, tracing his tongue over the contour while he rolls the other nipple between his fingers. A stream of curses leaves my lips at the sensation as it nears overstimulation already. His teeth pinch at my nipple suddenly, causing me to cry out in a whimper.
“Easy, Soon. No biting.”
Jihoon’s voice is rough as he tugs at the older one’s shirt. Soonyoung groans in response, backing off just enough to pull off his shirt as well. In the brief pause we all look between each other as all our chests are completely bare. Our breaths slightly visible in the chill of the tent, the heat of our desire and adrenaline seems to steam off our skin. Soonyoung bites his lip as he looks at Jihoon, then glances back to me.
“You want us?”
I don’t take any time to think before I nod.
Soonyoung reaches for the waistband of my pants but Jihoon stops him, grabbing his wrist.
“Say it.”
He looks at me, needing to hear confirmation. I swallow harshly, “Want you…need you both…now.”
Jihoon releases Soonyoung’s wrist and his hands go to the drawstrings of his sweatpants while the older one returns to start pulling off mine. His hands shake slightly before he firmly pulls them down, taking my underwear off with it. Even with the dim lighting I felt exposed, but their attention and clear desire quickly melted that insecurity away.
“My turn with that pretty mouth.”
Soonyoung groans into my ear. He slips his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down just enough to release his already stiff cock.
“Fuck…”
It’s long and veined, straining at it’s desperate need of attention. While he moves to straddle over my chest, Jihoon traces his fingers down my thighs, moving to settle between my legs. I can feel his lips pressing against my hipbone, then much lower at the side of my knee, slowly trailing upwards.
Soonyoung, now straddling my torso, grasps his cock in his hand and starts pumping, “open.”
I eagerly oblige, opening my mouth wide as my tongue sticks out. He moans at the sight, running a hand through my hair to brush it out of my face. He mumbles a soft, “pretty,” before angling his dick down against my tongue, still stroking it with his hand. I don’t wait for him to move in, instead I tilt my head up and close my lips around him. He gasps and I feel his body clench over me as he moves his hand.
“Brat.”
He says gruffly, his amusement evident. I glance up at him as I start to take him in deeper. I’m sure he can feel me smile around him. His tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth in focus. A bead of sweat drips down his neck, making me groan hungrily. His hands move to both grasp in my hair, taking back some semblance of control as he bobs my head over his length. I feel jostled and disoriented, but can’t help but chuckle at his eagerness to be in charge.
My smug mood shifts suddenly as I feel Jihoon again. His teeth bite at the delicate skin of my inner thigh and I moan softly around Soonyoung who shivers at the vibration.
“Ah, shit. Jihoon do that again.”
I feel his lips trail up higher, closer and closer to where I want them most.
I don’t have to wait long.
His tongue is the first to meet me, sliding down between my folds before flicking up against my clit. I groan, forcing myself not to clench my teeth down around Soonyoung’s cock. The sensation of Jihoon eating me out causing me to twitch involuntarily in pleasure. I feel him hum in satisfaction against my heat, and his tongue continues it’s teasing. His lips kiss against me, sucking at the sensitive apex. My hands dig into Soonyoung’s thighs as I resist crying out. The pinch of my nails seems to awaken Soongyoung and he starts thrusting into me again, murmuring praises in a deep and velvety voice I’d never heard from him before.
Jihoon’s fingers soon join his tongue, probing into me, testing my sensitivity. Hearing me gasp again as he slips two of them in. He keeps his tongue busy with my clit. My legs tremble and clamp down on his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind, holding them in place as he smothers himself in me. His nose buries deep as he takes a second to breathe before plunging back in.
If my mouth wasn’t full I’d be cursing his name.
He slips in another finger and latches his lips onto me, finding a relentless rhythm as his tongue flicks quickly against me. I drip down his chin and coat my folds, making his entry easy. As his fingers work me open his thumb slips down and easily presses into my ass.
As if some button was pushed, my legs tremble and hips buck into him as a sudden release takes over me. It washes over me like a wave of heat then slowly fades, leaving me a whimpering mess.
Soonyoung thirsts faster, watching the pleasure on my face and getting off to it. After several deep thrusts that have me gagging, he pulls out suddenly.
“That’s it. Wanna fuck you properly. Ji, switch me.”
He rounds his leg off me and sits to the side, giving me a sinful view of Jihoon between my legs.
“Mm?”
His voice is muffled from my thighs but then he sits his head up, his chin glistening with slick. He looks between the two of us and sits up fully. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to clean off the juices he moves to let Soonyoung take his place. I watch in eager anticipation.
Jihoon now straddles my chest, his weight distributed differently, but he keeps the bulk of it off me. He’s stripped his own boxers at some point and I get a close view at his cock. Built wide and sturdy like he is, it’s different from Soonyoung’s, but the same shade of needy pink dusts his tip. Without him needing to ask, I open wide to him. He bites his lip at the sight and curses under his breath before slipping over my tongue into me.
For a moment I expect Soonyoung’s tongue or fingers to enter me, but instead my legs are swiftly pulled up, folding me as he lines himself up with my already soaked and sensitive entrance.
Jihoon strokes himself in me gently, letting my tongue trail over him, feeling the vibrations as I moan when Soonyoung plunges into me. My legs hook over his shoulders as he starts a relentless pound. The roughness, combined with Jihoon filling my mouth makes a few tears roll down my cheek.
I continue to suck eagerly, my hands gripping Jihoon’s ass as he perches over me.
His hand pats my cheek gently, and despite the overstimulation I manage to open my eyes to glance up at him. He wipes a tear from my face and bites his lip. I nod slightly, digging into the flesh of his ass more firmly. He takes this as a sign that I’m alright and quickens his pace to match Soonyoung’s.
The tent is filled with our combined groans and slapping of skin. I feel the pressure build again in my core as Soonyoung angles higher, but then he slows his pace.
‘Mm, wanna go deeper…flip over,” his last words are accentuated with a firm slap to the side of my ass, making me moan and flinch.
Jihoon pulls back from my mouth and gets off of me, continuing to pump his dick in his hands as I flip over on my knees. I’m rewarded with another slap to my ass once I'm in position. Soonyoung grabs Woozi’s arm and pulls him closer to kneel by him.
“You want us, right baby?”
Soonyoung’s voice drips with authority and I whimper before squeaking out a small, “yes.”
“You want us both?”
“Yes!”
His fingers find me again, stretching me with one, two, three, then a fourth. I bury my head in the pillow to muffle my moans as I widen my legs in anticipation.
“That’s it, open wide.”
The familiar head of Soonyoung presses into me first, but then a wider presence is felt beside it. I let out a deep groan as I realize what’s happening. Their dicks line up together as close as they can get them, the angle odd for a moment before they find the right position. Slowly, achingly slow, they press in. My body eager to take them as they both moan in unison. They aren’t able to sink in far, but the stretch at my entrance is enough to make me shake. I cry out their names again, getting another rough slap across my ass in response.
“Jihoon, go lie down.”
They back off from me and I slump a bit to the ground. Jihoon gives a confused look for a moment, but the glint in Soonyoung’s eye makes him obey. He moves to sit down beside me.
Soonyoung grabs my hips from behind and pulls me back, flush against him, making me sit up again on my hands.
“Get under her, Ji.”
Jihoon glances at me, the harshness of his usual scowl completely gone, replaced with a wide eyed expression of adoration. He scoots closer and lays flat under me as I move up to loom over him.
“Now you can really take us both.”
Soonyoung reaches between my legs and grasps around Jihoon’s cock, still slick and eager as he starts pumping him. Something like pure bliss washes over his face as he bites his lip, soft whimpers pouring from him as he gasps under me. I can’t help but watch, soaking in each detail.
“Soonie!”
“I know, good boy.”
Jihoon’s whine turns into a full moan as his cock is moved to my entrance. We both gasp as I take him in fully for the first time. I bury my face in his neck, my curses stifled as I bite his shoulder. We settle for a moment, letting me get used to the new size before Soonyoung spits across his fingers and promptly rubs them at my other entrance.
“S-Soonyoung…!” His name gets caught in my throat as his fingers press in. The sensation is even tighter with Jihoon taking up most of the space below, but Soonyoung is determined.
“You can take it.”
After a few more strokes with his fingers he leans up on his knees and presses his tip along the edge, slowly inching it in my ass. I bite down on Jihoon’s shoulder again which makes him gasp in my ear. He whines my name, a sound so delicious I’m already addicted to it, and I start trailing kisses up his neck shoulder to soothe him. I let out a strangled cry as suddenly Soonyoung plunges the rest of the way in.
I can hear him breathing heavy behind me, looking down at the sight before him in awe, “you got it. Just breathe. You can take it.”
He rubs my ass and back soothingly as I mumble incoherently.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice softer than before.
Jihoon and I moan in agreement.
“Set the pace, Ji. I’ll move with you.”
“Ha…ah…kay.”
Jihoon’s hands find my hips and start rocking me on his length, keeping me bent over so they could both stay in as we moved. It’s a slow, languid pace, but steady. I whisper praises in his ear between kisses, my voice strangled from how tight I felt.
“Just like that…yes!…good.”
His pace falters as he groans and I take the opportunity to swallow it, forming my mouth onto his. Soonyoung seems to pick up on the shift and takes control while Jihoon stalls. Now only Soonyoung moved within me, his pace more than double time what Jihoon had been thrusting before. I take out my pleasure on Jihoon’s lips, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth before plunging my tongue down his throat. He submitted easily, his hands palming at the soft skin at my sides, fingers digging into me as I sucked his tongue.
I try and keep myself quiet but each thrust from Soonyoung pulses me forward, the pressure still tight and aching between my legs. As I was almost writhing again over Jihoon, a hand slips down my waist to my clit and starts applying small circles of pleasure.
That was all I needed.
With a cry that could be heard over the distant thunder, I come hard. My legs tremble and walls clench around Jihoon, making him gasp with me. His fingers dig deeper into my skin as he curses loudly, “ah! Fuck…tight!”
Soonyoung rubs my back again, his pace slowed to a gentle pulse. He patiently waits for my whimpers and shaking to subside before pulling out of me. His focus shifts to Jihoon.
“Bea, your turn to lay down.”
All I can do is nod as I slowly lift off of Jihoon, both of us letting out a sound of protest at the loss of contact. I tumble to his side and he leans over to brush my hair from my forehead and place small but soothing kisses to my temple. Once I’m out of the way, and cared for, Soonyoung grabs Jihoon’s hips and pulls him towards him like he did to me. Jihoon’s cry of surprise melts into a knowing moan.
“On your knees.”
Jihoon obeys, rolling over to turn on his hands and knees. Soonyoung’s arms wrap around his waist, much less gentle than he just was with me, and pulls the smaller man up to sit against his chest. His grasp was strong around Jihoon, keeping him just a bit off the ground as he lined up behind him. Begging incoherently, he babbled as Soonyoung unceremoniously thrust up into him. Jihoon jolted forward but remained in place by his friend’s strong arms.
“That’s it. You take me so well too, Jihoonie.”
The other doesn’t respond, too busy letting out high pitched moans, achingly close already to a release. His hand naturally falls to his still hard member, but Soonyoung stops him.
“Bea, you wanna keep playing?”
I blink out of my lustful haze as I realize he’s addressing me. He chuckles at the look on my face and grips around Jihoon’s cock, making him cry out again.
“I think our Jihoonie misses that pretty mouth of yours.”
Jihoon’s begging get louder, he opens an eye to look at me expectantly. He mutters my name, waking me from my trance and I crawl over to him. I’m still a bit weak to hold myself up, but I kneel down and wrap my hand over Soonyoung’s as we both start to pump him. His whines turn into needy cries, higher pitched than I would have ever imagined he could. Without bothering to wait for the other hand to be removed I take him into my mouth, my tongue dancing over his tip. He hisses at the sensitivity, “ah! Please…I can’t—”
Soonyoung strokes him into me as he thrusts behind him, using me as nothing but a hole to thrust Jihoon’s cock into.
“Come with me, baby, I know you’re close too.”
Soonyoung growls in his ear. The sound goes straight to my core even if he isn’t talking to me. Jihoon’s whines get louder again and his hands find my hair, holding it back as he clenches it in his fists.
“Gonna—”
I hum in acknowledgement, holding my place firmly. Soonyoung knows what this means and he quickens his pace to a brutal pound before stalling once Jihoon is deep in my throat. Both boys falter as they reach their joint climax. Soonyoung muffles his moans by biting on Jihoon’s shoulder, but the younger one doesn’t hold back. The sounds he makes as he comes are nothing but filthy, but it’s music to the two of us. His warmth shoots down my throat and I stagger back a bit as I choke, but manage to take it all. Once his fingers release their grip on my hair I pull away, leaving him with a satisfying pop. His hips still buckle as he and Soonyoung come down from their highs. His grip relaxes on Jihoon and he slowly slides out of him, a similar whine of disappointment as their contact is lost too. I sit back, then flop down on the stiff flooring of the tent. The boys eventually join beside me. Jihoon spoons behind me, seeking something to hold, while Soonyoung spoons behind him, making sure to be gentle now. He trails kisses over Jihoon’s marked skin, murmuring praises. His hand reaches over and gives my hip a gentle squeeze, “Good…good too.”
I take his weak words as praise and hum happily in response, nuzzling back into Jihoon who I feel hide his face in my hair.
The rain outside is still heavy, and for a moment it’s the only sound in the space aside from our breathing. Until Soonyoung chuckles softly, “I thought you said you guys didn’t like me.”
“Shut up.”
Jihoon and I groan in unison, which makes Soonyoung laugh again.
“I didn’t get to taste you, Soonyoung,” I look over my shoulder at him, my lips puffy in a playful pout.
“Next time then,” he smirks, those eyes still glowing even through his exhaustion.
“Next time?” Jihoon sighs, “next time let’s not do this on a stiff campground. You guys are paying for my chiropractor bill.”
“Oh, I could help you relax for free.”
Soonyoun’s suggestive comment and wandering hands are cut off by a pillow hitting his face as I throw one over.
Jihoon giggles and mumbles, “Thanks, Bea,” into my hair.
“Anytime, Jihoonie”
I purr the nickname teasingly. He groans behind me now, clearly annoyed. Soonyoung and I can’t help but laugh.
The bottle of soju and disappointment from the heavy rain now long forgotten as sleep eventually finds us.
You've actually had a lot of firsts with the two men who have consumed your every thought, most you can barely remember. But this one, you don't ever plan to forget.
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It was hot… it was really fucking hot. And surely it didn't help that two sets of hands were feeling and squeezing at your body. That being said, you couldn't really bring yourself to care either. Not when Seungcheol's lips seared against your skin, his teeth nipping at your neck, only to be followed by his tongue easing the burn. Not when Jihoon had a firm grip on your waist, pressing your back to his well sculpted front. It was so fucking hot.
You couldn't help the sounds escaping your lips as Jihoon's attached to your neck.
Seungcheol asks in a hushed tone as his hands slip under your shirt. “Can I take this off, love?” His eyes find yours as his hands smooth over your sides.
You think that Seungcheol has definitely seen you naked before. Under what context? You had no clue, but the sight would definitely not be new to him. And then there was the man behind you, who has without a doubt seen entirely too much of your body for the two of you to have never even fucked before, and vice versa. The thought makes your lips quirk upwards as you give Seungcheol the go ahead to be rid of the shirt.
It wasn't much of a shirt to begin with actually. Very cropped, very tight. Left no room for the imagination, just as you had intended. Landed you right in the position you're in right now, just as you intended (That and your jean skirt that stopped mid thigh).
The flimsy piece of fabric was practically ripped from your body. Seungcheol was losing patience. And as neutral as he tried to be, Jihoon had been at the end of his rope since you stepped outside earlier. It surely didn't help that there was no bra in sight. Just your bare chest. The shirt was much too tight for an actual bra. But they knew that already; they clocked it when they saw your nipples stiffen as you all waited for concession at the movies. Safe to say they were quick to throw their jackets at you.
If you had known that just a week ago, when sandwiched between the two men on the couch while watching Howl's Moving Castle, that it would progress to well… this. You might've complained less about how they were too beefy to be squishing you like that. Truthfully, you didn't mind. You never did. Especially not now. No, not like this. With their hands and mouths all over you.
“Fuck, Cupid.” Jihoon rasped as his hands immediately went to paw at your breast. “This is what you wanted right? When you came outside in this skimpy lil outfit, basically begging for us to fuck you,” he groaned.
You hummed in agreement.
At this moment, you decided to take some initiative. You sat up, turned around, and wrapped yourself around Jihoon. Your short skirt rolled higher up your thighs in the new position. If it weren't for the flimsy pair of lace panties you had on, your ass would be completely bare right now. Jihoon, forever a breast man, didn't waste any time burying his face into your tits. You threw your head back letting out soft moans as he licked and bit at your nipples.
For a moment Seungcheol just watched, before him a scene he only ever thought would occur in his dreams. But now this was very much real, and he was gonna savor every second of it. Seungcheol's hands smoothed down your thighs as he pressed himself into your back. One of your arms reached back and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The feeling of something hard pressing into your ass wasn't lost on you as Seungcheol nipped at your ear and whispered.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted this.” He pressed himself impossibly closer to you. “How long we've wanted this.” He corrected.
Then a pair of hands (you were unsure of who's), started moving your body to grind against him (It was Jihoon). His basketball shorts did little to cover his erection. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his clothed cock against your heat. Those shorts had to fucking go. Your hands are quick to tug at Jihoon's clothes, his arms lifting to make it easier to remove his shirt. Jihoon didn't fight it when you pushed him back onto the bed, letting himself fall onto the sheets as you moved to rid yourself of your skirt.
So compliant, you thought.
Then something came to mind. Something that was very obvious when looking at two men's relationship dynamic. Something that Jihoon mentioned to you several years back.
A bottom. Today must be your birthday.
You crawled on top of the pale man, now in nothing but your sorry excuse for underwear. You heard Seungcheol groan from his spot, while Jihoon groped at every inch of flesh he could get his hands on.
“Fuck, baby, you're so pretty.” The latter moaned, squeezing your thighs to add emphasis.
Jihoon's porcelain skin was now stained a beautiful shade of red. Seungcheol moved to the side to get a better view, his lips twisting into a smirk as realization dawned on him. He moved closer, an encouraging hand smoothes down your back.
“Baby tends to be a little bratty, but I think he's gonna be a good boy for you today.” Seungcheol hummed. “Right?” He directed towards the younger man.
Jihoon's eyes narrowed at the Leo, he was clearly itching to argue with him. But then he looked back to you, and it suddenly became a lot easier to swallow his pride. “Of course.” He nodded, his face somehow growing hotter. He'd be really good for you. But just for today. Your eyes seemed to sparkle as you smiled at him. Or maybe for the foreseeable future.
You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lover's lips. “Thank you, baby.” You hummed.
In that moment, Jihoon thinks he might never be able to say no to you. His arms wrap around you easily, pulling you closer to him. And then he glanced at your shared boyfriend on the side. Your fully clothed boyfriend. That's wrong. Jihoon pulls your face closer to his, bringing his lips to your ear.
“Cheolie looks a little hot over there in all those clothes.” He whispered.
Your brow ticked as you glanced at Seungcheol who, as Jihoon said, was still fully clothed. Yeah, that's wrong.
Jihoon smirked as his plan fell into motion. Seungcheol likes having the upper hand, one way he does that is by bargaining. “I'll take my shirt off if you behave,” or, and this was his favorite, “I only fuck good boys.” But now, with you here with them for the first time, he could watch his lover crumble in the way he always longs to without even lifting a finger. If he had to behave, so did Cheol.
Seungcheol seemed surprised when you reached over and tugged at his shirt. “Off,” you mumbled. “You can't be the only one not naked.”
Seungcheol's eyes narrowed at the man beneath you, now understanding what just happened, but he still obeyed your wishes. His T-shirt slid off his body with ease and you could not help but gawk. “Happy, love?” Seungcheol taunted.
Your eyes darted between him and Jihoon. Oh goodness. Both men were rather large, big bulging muscles making up their builds. Jihoon was a bit more slender, waist tapered like a runway model. While Seungcheol was bulk everywhere you looked, every inch of him screamed strong and reliable. Oh, it was nowhere near the first time you've seen their bodies, but in this setting where you couldn't look away if you wanted to? Consider your eyes virgin.
After a moment, your attention fully returned to the man beneath you. Jihoon looked damn proud of himself when your eyes met his, and you could tell he was getting confident with how hard he was squeezing your ass. But now it was your turn to have some fun. Your hands run down Jihoon's body until you reach the waistband of his shorts. You open your mouth to ask permission, but he was already lifting his hips for you. You hook your fingers around the waistband, pulling off the shorts and discarding them somewhere in the room. You turn back to find Jihoon already getting rid of his boxers, tossing them to the side.
You had to stop your jaw from dropping for maybe the 10th time that night. “Fuck.” You curse under your breath. Once again, Jihoon's dick was not a new sight to you. But seeing it hard, and for you at that, was a far cry from him asking if it was decent in high school.
You clenched around nothing. That pretty pale base slowly transitioned to his angry red tip. And fuck he was big. You needed him in your mouth as soon as possible. You said as much.
Jihoon leaned back on his elbows, propping himself up slightly. “You can do whatever you want to me,” he breathed out.
“Oh you might regret that, baby.” You raised a brow at him, the corners of your lips lifting.
“I don't think I will.” His smile was mischievous, but the glint in his eye was nothing but lust.
You didn't waste anymore time, leaning down and licking stripe up his length. Jihoon groans at the sensation, his hands immediately gripping the sheets when you take his tip into your mouth. You wouldn't call yourself a blowjob expert, but you knew how to make a man crumble. And that's exactly what you intended to do as you took him further into your mouth. Jihoon's hips jerk, pushing himself further in your mouth, his tip touching the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag at the intrusion, adjusting to his size before bobbing back up and sucking at the tip. It doesn't take long to find a rhythm that has Jihoon whining and moaning, his sounds only spurring you on. You hum at the weight of his cock on your tongue.
The sight before you was heavenly. Pale skin hot and flushed, hands gripping the sheets to try and keep himself grounded, face contorted in pleasure as you continued your ministrations. Everything about it made you gush. It was only natural the way your hips started grinding into the bed in search of stimulation.
“So greedy,” Seungcheol mumbled. “Already got a cock in your mouth, need one for that pretty cunt?” The thought had you clenching around nothing.
Then you felt Seungcheol move behind you, his hands grabbing your hips and lifting your lower half. He let out a groan as he took in the sight between your legs. “Your already such a fucking mess.” He pushed your panties to the side, running his fingers between your folds, causing you to moan around Jihoon. Then you fully slid off of him when Seungcheol slid his fingers inside of you.
You gasped at the intrusion, clenching around him. You tried to focus on Jihoon, but the way Seungcheol curled his fingers had your back arching as you pushed your ass back into him. Your nails dug into Jihoon's thighs as the man sat up and grabbed your arms to help steady you. Jihoon was only mildly annoyed by your early departure. He wanted to cum on your cunt anyways.
“Shit, pretty girl.” Jihoon had the nerve to laugh at you. “When was the last time someone fucked you?”
You were desperate. Very desperate. And sensitive. Clearly no one's touched you in a while. “It not easy to- ah fuck! Right there! -to get fucking laid… when you've got to men flanking you at all times.” You managed to grit out between screams. You didn't sound as annoyed as you wanted to, what with you moaning and crying while Seungcheol fucked you with his fingers, but you think the message got across.
Jihoon still laughed at you. “If you had asked us-”
“Being good means no talking back, baby.” Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at the younger man. “But he's right,” he leaned down and whispered to you, “You really should've asked us.”
There was an argument on the tip of your tongue. One that you've spat at them several times since this all started. Something about being decent and not being a whore. But you couldn't manage to get it out this time around. And the thought completely vanished when Seungcheol slid a third finger inside of you.
“Fuck, Seungcheol! Oh my god!” You were so fucking close. Just a little more.
Then Jihoon leaned down, his hand on your chin pulling you up to meet him half way. “Or maybe you wanted us to fuck you the entire time but you were too embarrassed to admit it?” His voice was low.
(You weren't going to admit it anytime soon, but he was right. There were only so many places your mind could go when you've walked in on your extremely attractive best friends fucking as many times as you have. You initially felt terrible for the thoughts that clouded your mind, but now that you know what you know, clearly it was the desired outcome).
This is what Seungcheol meant. He was taunting you. And it was working. The look in his eyes, the way he lowered his voice, the smirk resting on his lips. It sent you over the edge. You grinded your hips back as your release washed over you. Seungcheol didn't stop his movements, fucking you through your orgasm. When your breathing evened out, he pulled out his fingers and let you fall back into him. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pressed kisses to your forehead.
“Good girl.” Seungcheol whispered to you. Then he tilted his head, asking Jihoon to come closer. Jihoon obeyed, and when Cheol tapped his fingers that were just inside of you against his lips, Jihoon wasted no time taking them into his mouth and licking them clean. Your eyes glazed over at the sight. “See, love?” Seungcheol spoke to you. “Baby can be good when he wants to.” You couldn't see his face but you could hear the mirth in his voice. It made you smile.
Jihoon rolled his eyes as leaned on Seungcheol's shoulder. “You're not tired are you?” he asked you, his head tilting to the side as Seungcheol trailed kisses down his neck.
You thought about it. The answer was no, not when Seungcheol hadn't even pulled out his dick yet. “Fuck no.”
“Good,” he mumbled, reaching to finally get rid of your soaked panties. Jihoon then sat right between your legs and started stroking his cock. “Gonna cum on your pussy, okay?” You'd rather feel his length inside you, but you think he's getting impatient.
Seungcheol then leaned down and whispered to you, “Wanna try something, love?” You looked at the man, and what he said next made your breath catch in your throat.
You looked back at Jihoon who clearly really wanted to cum, but maybe just a little bit. “Wait,” you started, prying yourself out of Seungcheol's arms and pushing Jihoon down for the 2nd time that night.
“Fuck.” Jihoon cursed under his breath. He thought to say something about how you refuse to let him cum, but he did say you could do whatever you wanted to him.
You crawled between Jihoon's legs, taking note of how your positions had swapped. Safe to say Jihoon was surprised when you pushed his knees up, putting his ass on display. He didn't have time to question it because you were already spreading his cheeks and giving his hole a tentative lick.
“Oh-” was all Jihoon could get out before you started properly going down.
Lathering his hole with your spit and slowly prodding at it with your fingers so you could slide your tongue in. You thoroughly enjoyed the way he whined and moaned, one of his hands gripping the sheets, the other wrapping around the head of his cock. He shakily stroked himself while you fucked him with your tongue.
Jihoon got louder, his voice pitched higher. Then, his breath hitches, and he released. Thick ropes of cum spilled onto his stomach and in your hair. You lifted your head, only somewhat perturbed by the cum sticking to what was once a side bang. You squeezed Jihoon's thigh while he caught his breath. Your eyes glanced over the white ribbons coating his stomach. Fuck it. You leaned down and licked up the mess, humming at the bitter taste.
Seungcheol, who was sitting right next to you, had gone eerily quiet. He thinks he's going to implode. He was painfully hard under his sweats, and the way you just licked up Jihoon's cum and proceeded to shove your tongue down his throat? Yeah Seungcheol was gonna burst.
When you pulled away from Jihoon, he immediately clocked the look in his lover's eyes. Your shit was about to get rocked. “I think Cheolie needs some attention.” He whispered to you.
You looked over to Seuncheol who had been focused on pleasuring you and Jihoon this entire time. He was definitely about to blow. So you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders. He looked like he was gonna eat you. You fought the urge to grind down on him for now. You wanted to know exactly what he wanted. Seungcheol's arms wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest flush against his.
“Cheol~” You hummed. Your hand reached up to hold his face. “What can I do for you, my love?”
Seungcheol's eyes narrowed. “For me?” You nodded. He grabbed your hand, pressing the palm to his lips. He closes his eyes and breathes you in, after a few seconds he opens them, somehow something even more untamed flickering in them. “Gonna let me fuck you, love?”
You thought that much was obvious, but you still replied in earnest. “Of course.”
You don't think it was even a second before Seungcheol was pushing you onto the bed and removing his sweats and boxers all at once. His cock was massive, and he was so girthy. You had to wonder for a moment if he would fit, though you didn't have to wonder too long because he was already sliding into you. The stretch. My god the stretch. It made your breath catch in your throat. Your nails dug into Seungcheol's back and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“Breathe, baby.” Seungcheol's movements were slow, it was going to take you a minute to adjust to his size, especially since you hadn't been sexually active recently. Maybe he should've stretched you out a bit more? Well it was too late now, he just had to be careful.
You took a deep breath as Seungcheol bottomed out. It didn't really hurt, it was just a lot.
“Good girl.” Seungcheol kissed you softly, moving his hand to massage your side. “You okay?”
Hearing Cheol talk you through it gave Jihoon insane deja vu. Oh he remembers his first time with Seungcheol well. He cried. So you're already doing much better than him. Jihoon let a slight smile grace his features. Now he can remember all of his first times with you. He reached for your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. You returned his smile with one of your own.
It was about a minute later when you finally felt comfortable enough for Seuncheol to move. He went slowly, just the same as when he came in. After just a few thrusts, you could feel the pleasure starting to spark. Soft, quiet moans left your lips, encouraging Cheol to go a little faster. Before long, he found a steady pace. One that had your eyes rolling back, and your walls clenching around him.
“You're taking me so well, love.” Seungcheol mumbled. You did not have the capacity to respond to, or even acknowledge him other than the way his cock was rearranging your guts.
Every single thrust of Seungcheol's hips had you seeing stars. And you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Your orgasm was approaching quickly.
“Oh my god!” You cried. You were right there. “Cheol please please please please-”
“I got you, love.” Seungcheol whispered, his hand slipping between the two of you. His thumb found your clit, applying pressure to the bundle of nerves. “Gonna cum for me like a good girl?”
You felt all the air evacuate your lungs, your orgasm knocking the air out of you. Seungcheol fucked you through it as you squirted all over his cock, your juices spraying all over his abdomen. You felt Jihoon's hand squeezing yours in an attempt to bring you back down to earth.
“Breathe, pretty girl.” He peppered your shoulder with kisses.
Seungcheol brought his hand to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. You took a deep breath before breathing out slowly. “There she is.” Seungcheol smiled at you.
It wasn't long before his release hit him. Seungcheol pulled out, his cum painting your cunt white. The feeling made you shiver, overstimulated after everything that just transpired.
You didn't have much energy left, your limbs felt like jello when Seungcheol pulled you up and into his arms. He whispered praises and sweet nothings to you while he peppered your face with kisses. You heard him and Jihoon exchange a few words, all of which went over your head. But then you were being laid in Jihoon's lap, and Seungcheol got up, pulled on his sweats, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Your eyes drifted shut and Jihoon whispered to you, fully not expecting a response. “A hot bath sounds nice doesn't it? We'll get you all washed up and into fresh clothes.” His hands drew invisible patterns into your skin. Ones that flowed down your chest and swirled around your arms. “I'm so happy that you're here. Just in general with us, I mean. I think I've said that a lot lately, but I can't really help it, I don't really want to either. I love you a lot, and I have for a long time. And Seungcheol… well I'm sure he's told you plenty, but he says he's been memorized by you since the moment he met you. He thinks you bewitched him.” Jihoon's laugh was soft and full of awe.
“But he's just joking. He knows his love for you is real.” He muttered as if to reassure you. “I think… I should shut up. I feel like I'm on drugs.”
All that he was saying just barely registered to you as actual words, but you heard ‘I love you,’ loud and clear. You fought through your drowsiness and willed your hand to take perch on Jihoon's chest beside your head. “I love you and Cheol.”
You couldn't see it, but Jihoon was smiling like an idiot. Cheol, however, was able to take it all in when he returned from running the bath.
“What's that look for?” He asked, lifting you into his arms. You became more alert upon realizing you were in the air, wrapping your limbs around Seungcheol like your life depended on it.
Jihoon then whispered, almost like it was a secret, “she loves us.”
This made Seungcheol beam. It was still a little difficult to wrap his head around, but you were here, with them, proving it every second you stayed. Seungcheol shifted you so he could reach out his hand to Jihoon. “Come on, you too.”
Jihoon was quick to grab his lover's hand and follow him to the bathroom. He stepped in the bath first and waited patiently as Seungcheol helped you in. You were now more awake as your body came in contact with the water. Jihoon received you with open arms, pulling your back to his chest.
“Okayyyy,” Seungcheol started. “I'm gonna change the sheets and probably shower in the hall. Let me know when you're ready to get out.”
You and Jihoon hummed and Seungcheol damn near had a heart attack at the sight of you two all smushed together and surrounded by bubbles. This shit was the air in his lungs.
You and Jihoon -after a lot of kiss breaks- scrubbed every sticky substance from your bodies. You also asked Jihoon how the fuck he isn't constantly walking with a limp after fucking Seungcheol. He tells you practice makes perfect. Of course. You didn't have to call for Seungcheol because he had already finished cleaning up and had curled up by the tub by the time you and Jihoon were done. He helped you out first, patting you dry with a soft towel and wrapping it around your body. He then did the same with Jihoon and then presented you both with fresh clothes.
You let out a hum as you slid on one of Seungcheol's T-shirts. “I could get used to this.”
“Good,” Seungcheol patted your hair with a towel. “You have forever to do so.”
“Cheol, that sounds like you're imprisoning h-”
Jihoon was cut off by Seungcheol shoving the towel in his face before moving to dry his hair. “No more!” The older man announced. “We've made it official, we've been on dates, and now we've fucked to hell and back! I will say as I please!” He playfully shook the younger.
You giggled at their shenanigans. This is what having two boyfriends looks like. And as Seungcheol said, you had forever to get used to it.
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An: I really don't have a lot to say about this, it kinda speaks for itself. Two bad bitches at the same damn time. Good stuff.
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Suggestive, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, poly fic, established Jicheol, not in chronological order
Now playing: Same Damn Time by Future
Looking In 🌸🌹
Your two closest friends, who are also your otp, are more comfortable around you than anyone else. Like they're really comfortable. Probably too comfortable.
Night Away 🌸🌹
Jihoon hates sleeping alone, so when you and Seungcheol inevitably leave his home to exchange your clothes, you just take him with you.
Moments w/ Seuncheol 🌹
Moments spent with your eldest boyfriend.
Hot 🔞🌸
You've actually had a lot of firsts with the two men who have consumed your every thought, most you can barely remember. But this one you don't ever plan to forget.
How It Started 🔞🌸
How your two favorite people got together, thus starting the real journey.
“This… is annoying,” Jihoon mumbled as he watched you and Seungcheol pack away the clothes you had brought to his place, now time to take them home and exchange them for new ones.
You and Seungcheol always stay at Jihoon's place. There wasn't really a reason other than him having the most spacious bed out of the three of you. That being said, his closet was half the size of yours or Seungcheol's, Jihoon being much more minimalist compared to the two of you. Meaning that at least once a week, you two had to swap out your clothes for new ones. And that meant that all three of you would likely be spending the night apart. None of you were fond of this. Especially not Jihoon.
Anyone on the outside would likely assume Seuncheol was the clingiest, but you know that Seungcheol's antics can't even come close to when Jihoon gets in one of his moods. You think that having such a large bed all to himself must feel a bit lonely.
You glanced up from your overnight bag, taking in how pouty your boyfriend was being. The sight made you giggle. “It's just one night baby, it'll be alright.” You tried to cheer him up but he remained perturbed.
“I just don't know why y'all need so much stuff.” His brows furrowed and his arms crossed in defiance. He stood in front of where you were folding on the floor. You chuckled at the wide stance his pasty legs had taken up. So dramatic.
“Well, unlike you, Cupcake and I can't get through the week strictly wearing black T-shirts and shorts.” Seungcheol mused from his spot on the bed.
His teasing only served to upset Jihoon further. Jihoon's feline eyes turned to thin slits as he glared at your shared boyfriend. “Well I'm not an attention whore who needs to constantly show off how hot I am.”
Jihoon pulled at the blanket Seungcheol was sitting on, causing the elder to jerk forward and knock over his overnight bag. A few shirts fell to the floor in front of you as you took in Seungcheol's bewildered expression. Since Seungcheol was always dishing out the princess treatment, it was really easy to forget that Jihoon wasn't the porcelain doll the two of you always treated him as.
“Baby!” Seungcheol whined, “My clothes!” He slumped over with a pout.
“Oops.” Jihoon mocked. Such a fucking brat.
“Okay-” You grabbed Seungcheol's clothes, tossing them back up onto the bed. “Let's chill out.” The smile on your face betrayed you.
Neither you nor Seungcheol would be able to return that night due to you both having work in the morning. However, Jihoon mostly worked from home, only leaving to his professional studio when he had clients.
“Let's compromise.” You suggest, zipping up your bag. Jihoon takes it from you without you needing to ask, helping you up from the floor in the process. “Why don't you come with one of us?”
Jihoon's arm wrapped around your waist, and you leaned into him to balance yourself. He looked surprised, like the thought had genuinely never occurred to him. You wondered if he ever stayed at Seungcheol's place before you actually joined the relationship, but then you recalled several nights where it was just the two of you watching anime and eating ramen. Maybe he genuinely never thought to leave his abode.
Jihoon's brows furrowed in thought. “Won't one of you be upset?”
You were going to reassure him with an ‘of course not,’ but then you glanced at Seungcheol who was already pouting.
“Just go with Cheol!” You patted him on the chest and began to pull away, satisfied with your solution.
“But-” Jihoon pulled you back “-that’s not fair.” The frown on his face was adorable.
“No-” you begin to argue but Seungcheol cuts you off.
“I agree.”
You look at the Leo man, baffled. You were sure he'd be on board. “What-” you maneuvered in Jihoon's hold to face him fully “-are you talking about?”
“Baby should go with you.” Seungcheol asserted.
You heard Jihoon hum in agreement from behind you. Your eyes widened in confusion.
“That's not any better!?”
“No, it's perfect,” Seungcheol stated. “He's going with you.”
Jihoon smiled knowingly at your noises of confusion as he pressed his face to the back of your neck. And his smile only grew when he locked eyes with Seungcheol. As obvious as the two men had been about wanting you prior to you being the long awaited new edition to their relationship, you were still very much a third wheel. And now that you were actually with them, they'd hate for you to feel like you were third wheeling in your own relationship. So Jihoon and Seungcheol agreed to put extra attention on you while you were still new to the arrangement, ensuring that you knew that you would always be wanted by them.
You continued to sputter in disbelief as Jihoon moved to pack his own overnight bag. “Are you sure? Cause I really don't mind-”
“Do you not want me to stay with you?” Jihoon rolled his eyes playfully, but you could see the sincerity in them.
“Well, duh, I want you to stay with me! But Cheol's been known to covet.” You joke, raising your brow.
Seungcheol and Jihoon share a look.
“Does that make any sense?” Seungcheol looks to the ceiling in thought.
“Not a bit!” Jihoon shouted from his closet.
“Why would I covet my boyfriend… from my girlfriend?”
“Sounds like a bad boyfriend!”
“Am I a bad boyfriend?” Seungcheol finally looked at you.
Your eyes widened in surprise. “What- No!” You shook your head violently. “Why would you say that!?” You squinted at the man.
“You basically just accused me of it.” Seungcheol raised his hands in surrender.
“I was joking.” You let out a sigh. “Stop saying stupid things.”
“Uhuh.” Seungcheol patted the spot next to him. “Come here.”
You obliged, sitting down next to him.
Seungcheol reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I love you.” He said with a slight smile.
“I love you too.” Your brows furrowed at the sudden confession, but you reciprocated no less.
“Jihoon loves you.”
“I love Jihoon too.” You nod trying to follow along.
“We all love each other!”
“I agree!” You glance at Jihoon who was peeking from the closet. “What are you-”
Seungcheol's hand cupped your face, bringing your attention back to him. He looked at you, his eyes gentle, but stern. “That means no jealousy, no envy, and especially no coveting. Okay?”
“Okay.” You agreed.
“If I ever start acting weird, feel free to hit me upside the head.” Seungcheol asserted with a nod.
“I can't do that!” You gasp in shock, placing a hand over your chest.
“I can.” Jihoon chimed in, dropping his bag to the floor before laying across the bed. He was smiling.
“See, baby can do it.” Seungcheol offered.
“Baby has an affinity for violence.” You deadpan.
“I don't see how that's relevant.” Jihoon scoffs.
“Listen-” your free hand reaches for Jihoon who's already moved to lay on your thigh. “-I trust you guys! You don't have to go out of your way to make me feel included.” Your fingers mindlessly combed through Jihoon's short hair.
“But it's important that we do.” Seungcheol looks at you sincerely. “We don't know what the future holds, and we can't read each other's minds. So if doing all this now, brings you comfort in maybe a year when you aren't feeling too sure about everything, then we're gonna lay it on thick.”
Your heart must be made of butter the way it just melted. How could you ever feel unsure when your boyfriends were always so considerate?
-
“I'll miss you guysssss,” Seungcheol whined as he pulled both you and Jihoon into a tight hug.
You stood by Seungcheol's red truck that was parked in front of your apartment building. It was about that time for you and Jihoon to bid your eldest lover goodnight.
“I'll miss you.” You kissed him on the cheek.
“It's just one night,” Jihoon mumbled.
You looked at the smaller man bewildered. “Were you not the one having a fit about being left alone earlier?” You raised your brow at him and crossed your arms.
Seungcheol mirrored your actions.
Jihoon's cheeks went red at your reminder. “Y'all seriously don't need that many clothes…” he grumbled.
Seungcheol smiled, pulling Jihoon by his waist and pressing a kiss to his nose, then his lips. Jihoon reciprocated with a hum. Just a few months ago you would've never admitted to this, but this might just be your favorite view in the world. It's moments like this that are a great reminder that you're no longer just looking in. You are a part of this, and that means that you can intervene as you like. You place a hand on Seungcheol's biceps, grabbing his attention. You go for the kiss with no hesitation. His lips were always so soft and sweet, and the way they moved against yours made you weak in the knees.
Jihoon lets out a low whistle as you pull away. “At least we know our girl has no problem taking what she wants.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Cmon.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the building. “Goodnight, Cheolie-pop!”
“Night, my loves!” Seungcheol shouted back.
“Night, Cheol!” Jihoon said.
When you and Jihoon finally made it inside your apartment, you were very unsurprised to find one Hansol Vernon Chwe, lounging in your living room with a blunt in hand. Jihoon on the other hand, seemed startled.
“What the fuck-”
You let out a sigh. “Non, fuck I tell you about smoking in here.”
Vernon's tired eyes flitted between you and your boyfriend. “Oh shit.” He let out a chuckle as he reached to put his blunt out in the ashtray. “Sorry.”
“Why…” Jihoon started.
“I told you, this mother fucker never leaves.” you dragged a hand down your face.
“You were being serious?”
“Sorry hyung,” Vernon interjects. “____, ain't tell me she was bringing company.” He squinted at you as if it were your fault.
“If you ever went home I wouldn't have to tell you!” You marched further into your home grabbing a can of air freshener from under the kitchen sink. “I know Seungkwan misses you!”
“I see Kwan all the time.” Vernon furrowed his brows.
“That's great, because you're gonna call him to pick you up now.” You aim the air freshener at your ascended friend.
Jihoon, who was still standing at the door, started laughing at the scene before him. So this was what you dealt with when you returned home.
“Okay, okay.” Vernon picked up his phone and began to dial his roommate. “But you know Kwan doesn't like when I smoke,” He grumbled.
“I don't like when you smoke!” You began spraying the surrounding area with pineapple breeze.
“Yeah, but I live with him.”
“Not really! I should be charging you rent!”
“Yeah but…” He was not going to finish that sentence. You knew it was useless trying to argue with Vernon when he was high.
When Seungkwan answered, you explained that you were evicting his roommate for the time being and he was more than happy to come get him.
“Sorry about that.” You mumble to Jihoon as you fall onto your bed.
Jihoon laughed, following suit. “It's okay. I didn't think you were being literal when you said he was always here, though.” He laid on his side to face you.
“Yeah… he never fucking leaves.” You chuckled. “I don't know why either. When I ask he always just replies ‘vibes,” whatever the fuck that means. But he washes dishes so…”
“And you're at mine most of the time anyways.”
“That too.” You let out a sigh, smiling at the man next to you. “It's still so odd to me.” You roll onto your back, your eyes drawing patterns in the bumps of your popcorn ceiling.
“What's odd?” Jihoon's brows furrowed. He observed your movements, the way you shift to fix how your shirt rolled up, how your nose scrunched when you caught a whiff of Vernon's favorite lazy day activity. Things so little that you'd think he was crazy if you knew he kept track of them. And if you knew for how long? Jihoon didn't even want to know. He didn't care to remember all those horrid years of pining anyway.
Jihoon watched as you hummed in thought, trying to find your words.
“Being your girlfriend.” You turn your head to the side, looking back at him. “Being Cheol's girlfriend. It's like… something that was so obviously falling into place, but I didn't put it together until it was actually happening.”
“And now-” You roll onto your stomach hoping to find a comfortable position to lay in. “-I’m in a relationship with like, my best friends. And it feels normal, like it was always meant to be this way. But it still comes to mind just how much has actually changed.” You finally decide to sit up straight, crossing your legs in front of you.
Jihoon is quick to sit up as well, scooching closer to you and letting his legs brush against yours. “I see what you mean.” Jihoon nods in agreement. He actually hadn't thought that much about it. He was just so fucking happy that you wanted to be with him and Seungcheol that it never really crossed his mind. Or maybe he was just thinking about it differently than you were.
“We've always been really close, probably too close.” Jihoon joked. “But actually being together like this is a completely different thing. I think I've been more focused on holding on than anything.” A shade of pink dusted over cheeks, his face going rosy from his confession.
You smile at him. “Well you don't have to worry about that, Ji, I ain't going anywhere.”
“Yeah?” It came out as more of a question than an agreement. It's not that Jihoon didn't believe you, he's known you for way to fucking long to question your sincerity. But what if you changed your mind? You decide that a life with two partners is way too overwhelming, and that this is no longer what you want. It was a thought Jihoon had been pushing away, but it's no good to keep it to himself.
“Yeah.” Your smile grew softer. You reached for your lover's hand, locking yours with his. His spaced out gaze then focused on you. “I thought a lot about this before I made my decision. Yeah two partners are bound to be twice as difficult as one. Yes, the thought of dating my best friends was scary because what if it all gets fucked up and we're not even friends before it's over?”
You breathe out a sigh at the harsh thoughts. “But ultimately, I decided to take the risk. I love you guys so much. And frankly. A world where I'm not the most important person to the two of you sounded like my own personal hell.”
Jihoon huffed out a laugh at that.
“But most importantly,” you begin, “a world where the two of you weren't ingrained in my life genuinely made my heart hurt. I may have been oblivious for a while, but I know it's true when I say I want this. More than anything, I want a life with you and Seungcheol.” Your free hand slaps your thigh to add emphasis.
Jihoon was fully blushing at this point, and he was unable to meet your eyes. And his heart, oh his heart. Was it warm? Or was it on fire? It was definitely beating fast. His eyes locked onto your intertwined hands, his thumb smoothed over the back of yours. He felt your grip tighten ever so slightly, and then your free hand was gently cupping his face, making him look at you.
“I love you.” Jihoon said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really fucking love you.”
“I love you.” You beamed at the man. “So much!”
And then you were leaning in, softly pressing your lips to his. Kissing Jihoon tasted like a walk on a sunny day, except it's drizzling just a bit. Always welcome and refreshing, the cool droplets completely in contrast to the blazing sun. Jihoon's hand moved to your neck, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You hummed in satisfaction as your lips moved together. You licked across the seam of Jihoon's lips, asking him to open for you. He obliged. And as your tongues danced together, there came an awful ringing noise. It was your phone. You ignored it, pushing Jihoon into the mattress and climbing on top of him. Oh the noises he made were so sweet. His fingers squeeze your thighs, spurring you on. Your lips move down his jaw and… more ringing. But it's not your phone, it's Jihoon's.
You pull away, now fully aware of who was making these late night calls. Jihoon seemed to have put it together as well as he sat up, his hand firm on your back to keep you in place, and reached for his phone on the other side of the bed. And lo and behold, it was none other than the third piece of your trio. Jihoon answers the call and Seungcheol's face appears on the screen.
“Hey, Cheolie.” Jihoon mumbles, his lips already forming an involuntary smile.
You shuffled around so that your back was to Jihoon and you could face the little screen that held your other boyfriend.
“Hiiii.” Seungcheol's eyes squinted as he took in the scene before him. The disheveled hair, dazed eyes, swollen red lips. “Looks like I interrupted something?” He raised a brow in question.
You smirk at his accusations. “I was just making sure baby felt at home.” You bat your lashes.
This made Seungcheol chuckle. “Yeah? That's good, take good care of our baby.” He beams at you.
You hear Jihoon scoff. “I'm a grown man. No one needs to take care of me.” He rolls his eyes.
“Oh?” You turn your head to the side to get a better look at the man behind you. Your fingers move to caress his face. “I guess I'll just leave you alone then?” You quirked your brow.
“Well… no.” Jihoon's brows furrowed.
“You better apologize, baby,” Seungcheol laughed.
Jihoon's frown only grew deeper with Seungcheol's teasing. “I will end this call right fucking now.”
“Okay, I'm sorry.” Seungcheol surrendered. “I'll just let cupcake handle you.” His eyes narrowed, the mischievous glint in them extremely evident.
“You know I got it.” You assured him. Your hand fell to Jihoon's thigh, the ‘smack’ sound muffled by the fabric of his shorts.
“Oh my god…” Jihoon whispered to himself. Normally he had more bark in him, but he was much too tired to be a brat right now. His arm wrapped around your waist and his head fell to your shoulder. “Not tonight.” He groaned.
You and Seungcheol both giggled at your partner. So fucking cute. You gave Jihoon's thigh a squeeze.
“Whatever you want, baby boy.”
Seungcheol could only smile at the two of you. His loves. He was gonna hug y'all so tight tomorrow.
You all talked for a bit longer, you and Seungcheol decided to call it quits when Jihoon had all but passed out while sitting up. You said your ‘goodnights,’ and ‘I love yous,’ and took your asses to bed.
-
Jihoon shuffled around your apartment with his camera, taking note of all your little trinkets and decorations with each photo he snapped. You watched him with a smile as he paid a great deal of attention to your shelf of cat ornaments.
‘click’
“When did you get these?” Jihoon asked, squinting at the blurry photo. “Shit,” he whispered.
“Jun brought me a bunch a few months ago” You watched Jihoon fix his camera settings before taking another photo.
‘click’
“He got em at a garage sale. This is only half of em, he has the rest.”
Jihoon hummed in acknowledgement before finding a new subject.
It really was bizarre the more you thought about it. You've known Jihoon since middle school, you remember him singing at the talent show so vividly. You were so in awe that you just had to approach him and tell him just how crazy, awesome his voice was. He was super shy, completely unable to make eye contact with you. Then when he placed 2nd, losing to a girl who tapped danced dressed like Shirley Temple, you were about ready to fight the teachers on his behalf. Jihoon, not being one to make a scene, grabbed your arm just as you were storming off. He told you that it was okay, he was just happy to have placed at all. You looked him up and down before agreeing, then you insisted on buying him ice cream with your allowance. You refused to take no for an answer.
And now, well over a decade later, he's one of your boyfriends. And that boyfriend was taking aesthetic Pinterest photos around your house. So bizarre.
You laid down on the couch, propping yourself up on your elbow. You and Jihoon were waiting for Seungcheol to be free from his day job. You had no clue what it was that a sports manager actually did, but it made a lot of money, and got you the best seats at games, so you suppose you couldn't be mad that they were keeping him a bit late.
Your eyes widened slightly when Jihoon pushed your coffee table to the side, and squated down a few inches behind where it once was, his camera aimed at you.
“Love.” You sighed.
“What?” Jihoon murmured, adjusting the zoom on his camera. His brows furrowed at your narrowed eyes. “I love you~” he sang.
Your smile was completely involuntary.
‘click’
Jihoon fiddled with his camera, zooming in on the photo he just took.
“Happy?” You questioned, still smiling.
Jihoon glanced at you, then back to the image. Your smile was soft and content. Oh his heart ached, such a beautiful smile. “Very” he hummed.
-
“My loves!” Seungcheol shouted, pushing himself off of his red truck when he saw you and Jihoon emerge from your apartment building.
“Cheolie-pop!” You shouted back.
Before you knew it, two strong arms had wrapped around you and Jihoon, the squeeze evicting all the air from your lungs. You let out a small ‘oof.’
“Cheolie!” Jihoon wheezes out. “You can't just- no air…”
Seungcheol yelped when Jihoon pinched him. Jihoon's efforts to free the two of you proved to be highly effective when Seungcheol released his viper-like hold.
“Why won't you let me love you?” Seungcheol pouted.
“If you kill us, there'll be nothing to love.” You grabbed Seungcheol's face, squishing his cheeks.
The large man only continued to pout at you, so you lean in, place a soft kiss on his lips. And like clockwork, his pout turned into a smile.
“Trueee, cupcake. You're so smart.” Seungcheol agreed as he took your's and Jihoon's bags, tossing them in the trunk.
Jihoon laughed at the interaction. “I think you're just a dumbass, Babe.”
“Well this dumbass has two partners so I think I'm doing pretty alright.” Seungcheol huffed.
“That's true, sweetness. He does have two partners.” You nodded in agreement with Seungcheol.
Jihoon's brows ticked. “I have two partners, you have two partners. Last time I checked, we were all in the same throuple!”
You held back your laughs as Jihoon ranted about the logistics of Seungcheol's very illogical argument. Seungcheol, on the other hand, was cackling like a hyena. Jihoon's eye twitched.
“Okay.” The pale man nodded. “Message received.”
Oh Lord. You do not make a fool of Lee Jihoon. You and Seungcheol were definitely in for it once you got back to his place. Safe to say, this only spurred the two of you on.
“Oh, baby.” Seungcheol cooed. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You looked to the sky in faux thought. “We should finish what we started last night, sweetness. Show Cheolie what he was missing out on.”
When you looked back to your lover, he was already crawling into the backseat of Seungcheol's truck.
“Burn in hell!” Jihoon shouted before closing the door.
You and Seungcheol smiled at each other before getting into the truck yourselves.
This was going to be fun.
(*＾3＾)/～♡
An: Is... The Vernon bit funny, be honest. I love these guys a lot actually. This isn't really a solid pt 2 but like I just want write about them being silly and loving each other 🙏🏽 Maybe one day I'll make em sad... I'm sad often so it's actually pretty likely 💀 Also! Maybe prequel? Yeah? Yeah? Doesn't matter, I'm doing it anyway.
Also, I'm like, going through it bc Jihoon is literally leaving. Like he's literally leaving and I'm freaking out. This is lowkey worse than when bts left bc I'm super emotionally dependent on this man 😭 I'll be fine. I'm fine.
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Your face contorted in confusion at the accusation your boyfriend just threw at you.
“Whhhhat?” Your brows furrowed.
“Leo Man?” Seungcheol offered.
You often called Seungcheol ‘Leo Man’ as a way to tease him for his well… Leo behavior. But you hadn't said it to him even once today. So why was he bringing it up?
“What?” You repeated yourself.
Seungcheol held up your phone. You were still confused.
“I tried to call you while I was out, only to find that you left your phone in the car.” He began to explain. So that's where your phone was.
In that moment, you understood exactly what he was talking about. You could barely suppress the laugh that fought to be freed from your lips.
“You'll never guess the contact name that flashed on the screen.” Seungcheol lamented, sarcastically.
You knew the exact contact name that flashed on the screen.
‘Leo Man 🤨’
You think it's been his contact for as long as you've known him. You couldn't help yourself, he was just such a Leo, it was crazy. And frankly, you were obsessed. Like yeah, he's super stubborn and irritating, but he also knows that he's really hot, and he carries himself with so much confidence. It's really attractive. So yeah, Leo Man. Your Leo Man.
“Thought the name was real interesting, so I went ahead and looked at baby’s too.” Seungcheol explained further as he waved your phone around. “His seemed a lot more affectionate.”
Jihoon's was admittedly much sweeter on the surface.
‘Baby Boy 🫧’
Do you even have to explain? Just look at the man. Like yeah, that's your Baby Boy. You think that Jihoon would hate his too though. He's not fond of really mushy names. You say as much to Seuncheol.
“At least his is Mushy!” He pouted. “I'm apparently just some man who happens to be a Leo!”
“No, Cheol. That's not what your contact is.” You smiled at him.
Seungcheol raised a brow at you and crossed his arms. “Then what is it?”
You stood from the couch and stepped close to him. “It means you're stubborn, kinda annoying, a bit full of yourself-”
“You know if you're not gonna say anything nice-”
“Let me finish.” You cut him off before he could spiral further. “It also means you're extremely loyal, very strong, a natural leader, someone that I can completely rely on to have my back.”
You placed a hand on his muscular arm. “That's what it means.”
Pink dusted Seungcheol's cheeks as he took in what you said. He uncrossed his arms in favor of wrapping them around your waist.
“Well… I guess that's not so bad.” He murmured, a shy smile on his face.
“No, it's not.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.
Seungcheol leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. His lips tasted fresh, like strawberries. A ripe bowl of them that you could just eat one, after the other, unable to stop until they're all gone.
“You still have to change it.” He muttered, pulling away just slightly.
“That's so Leo of you.” You scrunched your face.
“I don't care, you're changing it.” He chuckled.
“Whatever you want, baby.” You sighed. You really didn't mind, it was just a contact name anyway. He'd always be your Leo Man.
‘Cheolie-pop 🥰’
Your phone screen displayed Seungcheol's new contact name. The Leo, gazed at the screen in thought. He stared a moment before nodding his head.
“Accepted.” He announced.
You smiled at him. “I'm glad we could come to an agreement.”
Seungcheol smiled back. “Of course, my love.” He kissed you on the cheek.
Truthfully, if you didn't want to change it, Seungcheol would've left it alone. But you decided to appeal to his cravings for affectionate names. And you were very happy to see him satisfied with the edit.
“I wonder what baby has me under?” Seungcheol arched his brow.
Oh goodness.
“We should so go find out.” You wiggled your brows, spurring him on.
-
Seungcheol likes to spend money. Like a lot. Most of the time he'd spend it on Jihoon -if your boyfriend would let him-, or you, who had no problem running his card at every store in the mall.
The two of you loved shopping on your off days. Nothing relaxed you more than buying shit you didn't really need with your beloved who also enjoyed the finer things in life. Your other love was much less into owning things he had no use for, opting for a more simple, but versatile wardrobe. So it was typically just you and Seungcheol on shopping days. It was your one on one time together.
You watched as Seungcheol tried on different watches, flexing his arm in the mirror as if that was necessary to decide on whether he liked it or not. Not that you were complaining.
“Waddya think, cupcake?” Seungcheol glanced at you, asking for advice.
The logical answer would be something along the lines of him having too many watches, and that he really didn't need another. But you weren't much in the mood for logic.
“I liked the gold one.” You didn't know a lot about watches other than what a Rolex was, but you've always had an eye for aesthetics. “But the forest green one with the silver was sexy.”
Seungcheol also owned a lot of black and silver watches, so you were trying to get him out of his comfort zone a bit.
His brows furrowed in thought. “It was pretty sexy.” He agreed.
He asked the clerk to see the suggested watch again. Fitting the watch to his wrist, he flexed again. Good Lord.
“Okay.” Seungcheol nodded. “I'll take this one.”
After paying, you and Seungcheol looked around to find you a new date night dress. You, Seungcheol, and Jihoon would take turns planning your dates. Seungcheol mostly picked fine dining, meaning you had to be dressed to the nines. The guys could get away with simple, black suits -though that was never Seungcheol's way of going about it-, but you absolutely could not be caught in the same dresses too many times. So off you went to find a new one.
You ended up in a store that had exactly what you were looking for. You tried on several dresses, asking Seungcheol for his input each time. Of course, he was completely useless, telling you that you looked beautiful in all of them.
“Obviously, I'm beautiful Seungcheol.” You groaned. “Tell me about the dress!” You brought your hands together, pleading.
“I don't know, cupcake. They're all nice.” He looked at you with big eyes.
“But which do I look best in?”
Your lover could only shrug in response. Fucking useless.
At least that was the case. But then you came out in a red, satin, cocktail dress that came down to your knees. There were layers of fabric folded at the bust, a built in corset, and a slit down the side. It was truly a stunning dress, and the moment you put it on you knew you loved it. But what really did it, was when you walked out of the fitting room, and Seungcheol went dead silent. He gawked from his seat for almost an entire minute before he said anything.
“Oh shit, baby.” He breathed out. “Wow.” Was the only coherent thing that came to Seungcheol's mind.
Seungcheol stood from his seat, quickly reaching for you and grabbing your hands. He stood close, but still kept some distance so he could see all of you.
“I think I understand what you were asking now.” Seungcheol's dark gaze trailed down your body.
“Oh now you understand?” You questioned, amused.
“Yes, yes I fucking do.” He uttered mindlessly.
“Well then.” You stepped closer to him, running your hands down his arms and chest.
Seungcheol's mind went a lot of places, nowhere that he could speak aloud in public, but you could probably guess.
“I'm glad we got over that learning curve.” You smiled sweetly, fully pulling away from him to go change back into your own clothes.
Seungcheol groaned, running his hand down his face. You were going to be the death of him.
“Just wait till baby sees this.” Seungcheol glanced at you as the clerk rang the dress up.
Oh Jihoon was gonna blow a fucking fuse. The poor man always short circuits every time you wear red, you feared this would shut him down for good.
You snickered at the thought.
“You should know…” Seungcheol adds. “When you wear this, we most likely won't be making it to dinner.”
You made a ‘pft’ sound and said. “That is a risk that I am willing to take.”
Seungcheol side-eyed you. “I mean if you'd rather it happen at the restaurant I don't mind-”
“Okay, shut up.” You raised your hand.
It was Seungcheol's turn to snicker. You tolerated his raunchy comments in public a lot more than Jihoon did, sometimes even adding to them yourself, but even you had your limits.
“Just sayin.” He smirked at you.
(*＾3＾)/～♡
An: Seungcheol hours (: Love him and he loves his baby's sm! Such a good strong reliable man >3<
In other news, I have terrible writers block 🫦
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