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One-shot #26: NCT Johnny & Doyoung x Female Reader Threesome in the Maldives

This is the 26th story in my broader Mixed One-shots series. Unlike my Quick Fix series, One-shots are usually longer and more story-driven.

Celebrities: NCT Johnny & Doyoung x Female Reader

Sex Content: Threesome. Johnny and Doyoung take turns with you. Multiple positions and double penetration.

Type of Sex: UNCONVENTIONAL

Word Count: 11.5k

Story: While on holiday in the Maldives you meet Johnny and Doyoung who invite you to their room for a threesome.

Johnny and Doyoung were on holiday, at a tropical resort in the Maldives. So were you and your best friend, two girls on a trip that was abruptly ruined by one unfortunate event: the terrible flu she came down with on day one.

Bed-ridden and with a high fever you felt bad for leaving her alone. But she insisted you go have fun on your own, and told you that the last thing she wanted was for your holiday to be ruined too. There was nothing you could do for her – she just needed to sleep – and so you reluctantly agreed.

Perhaps that was for the best. You evaded the illness and ended up with a once-in-a-lifetime story, a tale so good your friend was convinced it was just a fever-induced dream when you told her about it.

It all started when you went to the beach, alone on day one, eager to soak in some sun but naturally concerned for your friend. You selfishly worried you'd come down with whatever she had and wanted to at least get one decent day out of the trip before that might happen. Besides, she practically forced you out of the room.

The sandy beach was busy but large with plenty of space. The view of the open ocean was gorgeous, and the little waves rolling in produced a soothing sound.

People were laughing and talking all around you – couples, families with kids, happy holiday makers from around the globe – when you put down your towel near some sunbeds with extraordinarily high prices, a fee you'd pay over your dead body. You'd rather cancel the trip altogether than be extorted like that.

A spot in the sand was just as good. In your bikini you put sun lotion on your body, and struggled to reach the center of your back. If only your friend was there.

Someone else was enjoying the view. Johnny was laying shirtless in jeans – weird, you later thought – in the sunbed closest to you. You did notice his hot body when you arrived but didn't pay any particular attention to him. You certainly didn't look close enough to recognize him.

Until he took off his sun glasses, turned to smile at Doyoung in the bed next to his to check if they were on the same page, then smirked at you again and said: “Need some help with that?”

The question took you by surprise. You didn't even realize it was directed at you at first. And you had just started to accept the fact you might spend a major chunk of the trip by yourself.

You spotted Johnny behind you. His abs glistened in the sun, extra defined as he had his head and shoulders raised from the bed while he stared at you. Then you pointed at your chest and mouthed: Me?

It made Johnny chuckle. “Yeah,” he said. “Looks like you're struggling.”

“Ehm, sure,” you said, while wondering why the hell that face looked so familiar. It was like your brain was refusing to let you believe your own eyes.

Johnny was quick to spring to action. He leaped up from the white plastic bed and came toward you. He took the sun glasses off while he walked barefoot and shirtless in his jeans through the sand, quite the cool guy, then hunched down by your towel and extended a hand.

You probably looked pretty dumbfounded when you slowly handed him the bottle. It finally dawned of you that you were talking to Johnny, the Johnny, and already at this stage did that feel pretty surreal. Oh, if only your friend was there!

Johnny spread his knees wide and put them on your towel, while his feet became buried in the sand behind him. You turned your back on him and brushed your hair aside, heard a squirt then felt the cool liquid and Johnny's big hands on your body. Without saying a word he lotioned you up, making sure to cover every inch of your back from shoulder to waist, including the space underneath the strap of your bikini, and the area just above and dangerously close to your ass.

“Thanks,” you said when he stopped and the bottle reappeared in front of you.

“Anytime,” Johnny said and smiled, before he stood up, put the glasses back on and walked away.

You spent maybe an hour at that beach. You never went into the water. Johnny and Doyoung were talking not far away and you always listened and sometimes glanced in their direction.

Twice your eyes met Johnny's, once they met Doyoung's. Every time you quickly turned away, embarrassed to be caught staring.

The Johnny and Doyoung. Holy shit!

*****

The hour ended when Johnny and Doyoung started packing up their things. You didn't realize at first that they were about to leave, as you'd dosed off in the sand and temporarily forgot all about them. But when they shuffled around and Johnny shook a towel in your general direction you did look up, and met his eyes once more.

“We're leaving,” he said and smiled at you, as if it was something relevant and remotely of interest to you.

“Okay,” you said and smiled back. Johnny didn't say anything else, but Doyoung bumped into his shoulder from behind and it wasn't by accident.

“We're gonna go get some ice cream,” Johnny announced and took a few steps closer to you. He had a bag slung over his bare shoulder and carried his shoes in one hand.

“Okay,” you repeated with a faked indifference, and pushed yourself up on your elbows behind you, then quickly turned to face the ocean when his piercing gaze met yours one more time.

“Wanna join?” he asked after a long pause, as if you should have been able to figure out what he wanted to know without him needing to be too blunt about it.

“I don't know you,” you pointed out and sat up straight on your towel. On the inside your heart was beating out of your chest.

Johnny put the sunglasses back on. “No, but you could,” he said and you could swear he winked even though his eyes were hidden.

“Okay,” you said for the third time.

Johnny quickly came over and held out his free hand. “I'm Johnny by the way,” he said when you accepted his gesture and he pulled you on your feet.

“I know,” you said in the calmest, most casual couldn't-care-less voice you could muster.

“Doyoung,” Johnny's friend said and extended his arm. You took his hand and shook it as if you were business men about to negotiate a serious deal.

Johnny kept staring and smiling at you when he started walking. Doyoung looked down at his feet as he followed close behind, pulsing through the hot sand. You watched their backs in disbelief, then quickly bent down to collect your belongings in a hurry.

You skipped after them. Johnny lit up in a big smile when he swirled around and saw you coming along. He had you right where he had hoped you'd be.

You reached the edge of the beach in silence. You all shook your feet and clothes when you got to the wooden boardwalk you arrived from. Then Johnny's face turned serious and he said: “We just need to shower first.”

You stared and blinked at him but didn't speak.

“You can come wait in our room,” he casually suggested.

Still no reaction.

“We'll be quick, we promise.”

You considered screaming YES from the top of your your lungs. You thought of your friend whom you should get back to and take care of. You figured she was contagious, a poison to avoid at all cost, a reasonable excuse for why you wouldn't return to your room.

“Okay,” you said and slowly started walking. “Lead the way.”

Little did you know that the poison was actually Johnny, and that the man who had you star struck to the core would end up breaking your heart.

*****

Doyoung hardly said a word on the five minute walk through the resort to their room. He mostly just stared at his feet and let Johnny do the talking. He let his friend take charge but did occasionally smile in your direction. It was kind of adorable.

Johnny, on the other hand, proved to be quite talkative once you had agreed to go with them. You only got a few words in the whole way there, though to be honest that was mostly because you hadn’t fully warmed up to them yet. Johnny asked questions about you, but you only gave him short replies. And you had a billion questions of your own, but you never asked a single one.

Johnny didn't seem to mind. He was happy and chipper from start to finish. And once you got inside their room and the door closed behind you, you were quite happy and thankful for his positive attitude and social demeanor. A similar walk and room visit with just Doyoung might have been awkward, judging from the glaring silence and hesitation beaming from the both of you.

The room was large and bright. Johnny put his bag by the door and headed straight for a suitcase. “Have a seat,” he said and pointed to one of two beds. His bed, naturally.

Doyoung put his bag on the other bed, the one he slept in. You stared at his back in silence while he rummaged through it, your legs closed, back straight, feet on the floor and hands folded in your lap.

Meanwhile your mind was going absolutely bonkers. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. She's never gonna believe this!

Johnny smiled at you one more time while he walked in the direction of another door, a fresh set of clothes in his hand. “We'll be quick,” he reassured you before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Doyoung followed close behind. He too went inside, and closed the door behind them. Before long you heard water flowing as a shower was turned on. Weird, you thought, referring to the fact that they went in together. And it wasn't the first time that word crossed your mind since Johnny spoke to you on the beach.

You pulled yourself up on the bed and relaxed. You crossed your legs and arms as you stretched out and looked around the white and spacious room. You analyzed the open suitcases and its contents, and the bags and items scattered here and there.

Bathing suits. Dirty laundry. Underwear. Their underwear! A book in Korean. Doyoung's old man sandals. Johnny's box of condoms. Condoms!

Of two beds one was perfectly made and the other a complete mess. You figured that said something about them as individuals. There was a lot of things all around you to be fascinated and intrigued by. The more you looked, the more details you noticed, and the more questions you had and conclusions you inevitably drew.

And for the first time you wondered if you were crazy just for being there. You'd followed two strangers home after all, alone without anybody knowing where you went. In any other place, at any other time, and with any other people you wouldn't even have dreamed of accepting the offer to join them to their room.

Except they weren't complete strangers, were they? In more ways than you'd care to admit you even felt like you somehow knew them. Of course you didn't, not even a little bit, but fame and idolization certainly made you feel that way.

The water shut off and the bathroom door opened way sooner than you'd expected. It abruptly yanked you out of your own head and back to reality. You quickly stiffened and looked up, and your eyed widened and mouth opened when you saw Johnny's moist body in nothing but a tightly wrapped white towel.

“You okay?” he asked and gave you yet another sweet smile.

“Okay,” you said and quickly caught yourself. “I mean yeah,” you corrected yourself and worked hard to appear casual, like none of all this was a big deal.

“We're just gonna get changed,” Johnny said and hunched down to go through his suitcase on the floor again. You studied his broad back and buff shoulders, and your eyes flickered around in bewilderment as he took his sweet time. “Forgot my clothes,” he said and held up a t-shirt when he stood back up and faced you.

“No you didn't,” you said which stopped him in his tracks. You looked behind him while you spoke, at Doyoung's reflection in a mirror. The man was also naked and wrapped in a towel, his back to you while he was combing his hair and glancing at the reflection of your body on the bed. He probably didn't realize that you saw him.

“I saw you take them out earlier,” you explained. It was probably the most you'd said in a single sentence all afternoon.

It made Johnny light up in a huge smirk. “She speaks,” he said to tease you, and slowly began to approach you. “You're right, you caught me. I just wanted to see you again.”

He stood within an arm's length. You caught yourself glaring at his crotch which had a faint bulge. You quickly looked away while you felt his hot body and dumb grin towering above you.

The attraction was strong. It always had been. His presence lingered and pulled at you, and made you incredibly nervous. Doyoung unwittingly saved you, when he came to stand in the bathroom door and suddenly announced out of nowhere: “It's just faster this way.”

You looked up and met his eyes, confused. Johnny turned around and seemed just as puzzled as you. “What?” you asked, while looking right at the slim figure leaning out from the doorway, and the man who was still combing his hair though he no longer needed to.

“That's why we shower together. Ehhh, I was just thinking, in case you were wondering.”

You looked as dumbfounded as ever, but not as much as Doyoung himself, when the man realized you never asked. He panicked and quickly retracted back into the bathroom and disappeared out of view.

“What was that about?” you whispered and looked up at Johnny's face.

“I dunno,” he said and shrugged. “Don't mind him. Girls make him nervous.”

The statement made you giggle, a fact which warmed Johnny's heart. You were finally thawing up to him, but he had already come to a few conclusions himself. His secret plan to get you in his bed was working so far but not to the extent he wanted it to, and now that Doyoung had made a fool of himself he figured it was a lost cause.

Time for plan B: go get that ice cream, ask if you wanted to do something else, and if you said no, say goodbye and pull the plug. Maybe head to the pool and find another lonesome woman, if you turned out not to be interested.

Except just like you didn't know him at all, he knew nothing about you either. And though the thought of sex hadn't even crossed your mind the way it had Johnny's, you were definitely interested.

“Well, I'm gonna get dressed then we can go,” he said and turned around.

“Wait,” you said and sat up straight, when Johnny started to walk away from you.

It stopped him in his tracks again and he swirled around to face you.

“Tell me again why you came out. You didn't forget your clothes.”

“No,” Johnny admitted. He had already told you the truth when he said he just wanted to see you again, but it felt like he was just joking around and that there was more to it.

“Then what?” you asked and opened your legs, and bent your back slightly to stick your chest out, as you leaned on your out-stretched arms behind you. “Why did you want to see me?”

Johnny saw an opportunity and took it. The time to play it cool was over and he skipped several steps ahead on plan A when he returned to it. “You're hot,” he said and paused to wait for your reaction.

This was his one and only shot. Things could go either way from here. He felt sure you'd brush it off, and secretly worried you'd leave and skip the ice cream altogether.

But you surprised him. “So are you,” you said and played with your bikini strap. It had finally dawned on you that Johnny had been checking you out and flirting with you all along, since he lotioned you up on the beach. And you suddenly worried that an incredible opportunity was beginning to slip through your fingers, before you'd even realized what Johnny really wanted and what was right in front of you.

Now it was Johnny's turn to become speechless. You decided to save him before it was too late. “What about him?” you whispered and nodded in the direction of the bathroom.

“He can leave, or he can stay, it's up to you. I just wanna spend some time with you that's all.”

There was more on Johnny's mind and by now you knew it. Or at least you thought you did. ‘Some time’ didn't just mean a nice chat on the beach, did it? I mean, come on, the man is practically parading naked in front of me! you told yourself in your head.

You never responded to the comment about Doyoung. Instead you decided to focus on the second sentence and dig deeper into that. And once again you positively surprised the stranger in the towel standing in front of you when you calmly told him: “You can change in here if you want to. It's your room. I really don't mind.”

Johnny took the bait and the tables turned. Or rather, you were gradually getting on the same page. “Okay,” he said and smiled softly, before he turned his back on you and returned into the bathroom.

He quickly came back out again, clothes in hand once again. He headed to the suitcase where he hunched down and stuck his feet in a pair of underwear, which only proved your suspicion that he had nothing at all on under that tight towel.

He pulled the underwear up his legs and wiggled around under the protection of the white cloth. Then, when his private parts were safely tucked away, he loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor.

This time when you stared at his hot body you didn't even try to hide your thoughts and desires. You glared at the fit man without shame. The nervousness you felt before vanished, and it finally felt like you could relax for real.

Even your star-struck thoughts became muffled, though you did still think: Oh god, I wish she was here! She will never believe this when I tell her.

Johnny, however, lingered. He had everything he needed in his hands, and a suitcase full of stuff by his feet. But he kept pacing around, pretending to look for something more, something which didn't exist.

He didn't want to get dressed. He liked the way you looked at him. He was a peacock dancing for his female, putting on a show and sexy display to attract your attention.

And it worked. As you relaxed on his bed, still leaning on your elbows in your bikini, your legs kept moving and without thinking about it you arched your back deeper and stuck your boobs out further.

Johnny wasn't the only one putting in a show in this moment. And you weren't the only one looking at their potential partner.

“We could stay here and hang out if you want,” Johnny finally said when he replaced the shirt in his hand a third time. “I'm not really in the mood for ice cream. Unless you still are?”

“I never was,” you admitted.

“Me neither,” Doyoung said loudly as he suddenly reappeared with haste. He was still in the towel but had put on a black tank-top which looked exactly like the one he wore at the beach. Then he threw himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.

He wanted to be near you. He wanted to check you out. But he was still afraid to, and to be honest Johnny intimidated him.

Johnny put his clothes down and came back to you. He sat down on his bed and you pulled your legs up to give him space. Then you stretched out again, until your toes brushed against his bare thigh and he dared to put a hand on your feet.

He gently stroke and massaged them. “So what do you wanna do?” he asked. “We could watch a movie or something.”

You ignored the suggestion. “What’s that book you're reading?” you asked in a cheerful tone and turned to look at Doyoung.

He raised his head and looked back at you with a puzzled expression. You pointed at an open bag on the floor. “Oh,” he said. “Just some crime novel.”

“Is it any good?” you asked to make small talk.

“I don't know,” Doyoung admitted and rolled on his side to face you. He stuck a hand inside his top and scratched his chest, revealing his belly button and soft tummy. “I haven't gotten through the first chapter yet.”

“Which is strange because he carries it around and we've been here a week,” Johnny chipped in. You stretched your legs longer and he lifted your foot to put it in his lap while he kept stroking and squeezing it.

Then he turned serious and looked at you. “We go home tomorrow by the way.” He felt like it was an important piece of information and relevant news to share, just in case things were headed in the direction he so desperately hoped.

“Oh,” you said and smiled. “Then we better make the most of it.”

Your time of casual small-talk in Johnny's bed lasted nearly twenty minutes. You couldn't stop thinking about his hands on your legs, which climbed higher and higher up your body as he leaned in closer and closer to you, while you kept asking questions about things that caught your attention.

The physical attraction you felt so strongly was thick in the air. The thing that finally brought things to the point you all secretly wanted to get to was when you pointed at Johnny's open suitcase again and asked: “What size are those?”

It was an odd question. Johnny half way sat up to see what you were pointing at. “What?” he asked to play dumb once he realized.

You laughed at your own shamelessness. “The condoms. Whose are they?”

You already knew the answer considering which suitcase they were sticking our from. “They're mine,” Johnny confirmed.

“Since you're leaving tomorrow, have you already used them all?” you asked and laughed again, as if you were being unbelievably witty.

“No,” Johnny said. Then he turned to you and joined the laughter, and leaned onto your body closer than ever. “Some.”

“You won't like the size,” Doyoung jumped in from the other bed. The diss wasn't as funny to you and Johnny as he imagined it would be.

“I'm sure I would,” you said and your laughter stopped, to protect your man from humiliation.

Once again Doyoung was the one who felt humiliated and embarrassed, who kept messing up and failing in his attempts to interact with you.

Johnny, however, sensed it and came to his friend's rescue. “You would like his size,” he said with a smirk and nodded in Doyoung's direction. By now his hand was resting on your hip, right on top of your bikini bottom.

This comment did make you laugh, and it did make Doyoung feel a little better. Not because the size mattered, which it did not. But the way you perceived his personality and conversational skills did matter, and Johnny's intervention helped smooth his clumsiness over. If nothing else Doyoung felt less exposed and left out when he was included in the jokes.

The mention of the condoms also instilled Johnny with new confidence. He suddenly pulled himself higher on the bed, and came to lie on his side right beside you. He technically spooned you, and dared to put his leg on your thigh and simultaneously put his hand and arm over your stomach.

You felt his eyes on you and his breath on your skin, which suddenly made the nervousness you felt before return. You kept conversing for a few more minutes, until Johnny pulled you all back in the right direction again.

“I still have some left,” he mused and stared at your face to spot your reaction.

“What?” you asked and turned to face him. Your noses almost touched and your arm brushed against his chest and stomach as you smiled at him. “The condoms?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed and passed the ball back to your court.

You didn't respond. Johnny didn't add anything else either. But he did keep looking and smiling at you, the way he actually had the whole time you were together. Then finally, he took one more leap of faith and kissed you.

It took you by surprise but let's be real. You didn't just like it, you loved it. It felt really great. Johnny and Doyoung were slowly becoming your friends and then some.

The sudden-but-not-so-sudden-at-all kiss quickly turned into a soft make-out session. You closed your eyes and kissed the man back, your lips touching and smacking together on the bed.

You turned your body slightly in Johnny's direction. His hand on your stomach slid to your waist where it became firm and squeezed you harder. And his hip and groin gently rocked against you a couple of times, before Doyoung behind you rolled his eyes and blurted out: “Get a room!”

It made Johnny laugh which in turn made you giggle. “We already have one,” he said to make a joke and keep the mood light, but Doyoung took it the wrong way.

“Alright, I'll leave you two alone,” he said with disappointment in his voice and suddenly got out of bed.

Up until this point, him and Johnny had been planning and plotting together, while at the same time there was a rivalry going on between them. This had been going on since they saw you on the beach. Now Doyoung felt defeated. You were none the wiser and would never know the full extent of it their talks behind your back.

Doyoung's actions, however, made you pull your mouth away from Johnny's and turn your head. “You can stay if you want to,” you said, and the two friends were getting closer and closer to seeing the real you. The version of you Johnny especially had always hoped was there.

“No, I get the message,” Doyoung said and started to walk away. The tank top slid over his stomach and he held on tight around the towel to keep it from falling off.

You extended a hand just in time before Doyoung turned his eyes away. “Please, you don't need to go,” you said in a loving voice. You always knew Doyoung was probably feeling a little left out, struggling to get out of Johnny's confident shadow.

Doyoung hesitated for just long enough for Johnny to save him once more. “The lady wants you to stay,” he said and smiled, and scooted over until his back hit the wall against which the bed was standing.

“Yeah, the lady wants you to stay,” you said and smiled and waved your hand.

Doyoung finally caved in. “Okay,” he said and slowly walked toward you.

You took his arm when he was within reach. You yanked it and rolled into Johnny's open arms. Doyoung came to lie beside you, and soon three hot and horny bodies were cuddled up close, and the make-out session which Doyoung had interrupted resumed.

This time, however, you weren't going to let poor Doyoung feel left out. There was enough of you to go around. So you rolled away from Johnny and turned on the opposite side, met Doyoung's bewildered eyes, then closed your own and went in for a deep, loving kiss on the lips.

Doyoung didn't move at first. Then he adapted to the situation. And before long you were making out with passion, as if Johnny wasn't there and Doyoung was the one you'd wanted all along.

Johnny on the other hand could take care of himself and claim his share without hesitation. He pressed his body against your hip, and for the first time you felt his boner. He was hard as rock, a pulsing outline of a dick in his underwear, and the realization that it was indeed his cock and not his hand that you were feeling sent a wonderful thrill through your heart.

One last time before this whole experience was over, you gave your horribly sick friend a moment's thought. It really would have been great if she was there to share this with you, but then again if she was, you might not even have gotten this far.

But she wasn't there. And despite her, there was no chance in hell you would stop what was happening and leave. You were beyond eager to see how far all this would go.

*****

The escalation happened gradually. Highlights on the steps to the inevitable threesome you were getting more and more sure was coming were numerous.

First, Johnny's hand ventured up your bare stomach while he spooned you from behind and found your breasts. He began to fondle them while you made out with his friend.

Second, he began to play with your bikini strap, and eventually made it come loose. The fabric slid off your body and your breasts became exposed.

Third, Doyoung found his way to the same area and when he realized you were getting naked in his arms he pulled his lips away from yours and moved down. You let out a soft moan when he began to kiss and suck your nipple.

Fourth, Johnny was edged on by his friend and wanted more of the action. His groin pressed and rubbed a little harder and faster against your body, until he paused and reached down between you to massage his pulsing boner.

You're not quite sure when it happened, but the boner was eventually released as he pushed the underwear down, and that was the fifth step and a crucial point. It was at that time he – and you – realized that sex was indeed happening.

Sixth, your hand had explored Doyoung's hot and warm body for quite some time, and when it eventually reached first his chest under the top and then all the way up to his shoulder, the man briefly pulled away from you and half way sat up to take it off. He was suddenly wearing nothing but the towel still wrapped around his torso.

Seventh, when Doyoung was all but naked in your arm and his lips returned to yours, you decided it was time to go all the way. Your hand moved quickly down his front and found the towel, and your fingers pulled on it to make it come loose. Gently at first, then harder.

It eventually did, and once that happened it wasn't long before it lay like a simple blanket over Doyoung's most sensitive parts.

Eight, when Johnny realized this he suddenly rolled away from you. Squeezed between your body and the wall he bent and raised his knees in the air, and pulled the underwear down his legs until they came all the way off his feet.

Ninth, his movements behind you made you turn toward him, roll away from Doyoung to give your initial lover some well-deserved attention too. When you realized that he was completely in the nude by now something came over you, and you instinctively ran your hand across his hard chest and defined abs until you found his dick and grabbed it.

It felt incredibly exciting. You were holding Johnny's dick. Everything happened so quickly, and you weren't quite sure how you suddenly ended up at this point. But at the same time everything had happened organically over time, and it didn't feel like there was anything weird about it at all.

Johnny remained on his back while you slowly began to pleasure him. And behind you, Doyoung was going absolutely wild from the sight and kicked the towel to the floor.

“Mm, yeah,” Johnny moaned at the ceiling with his eyes closed. He spread his legs wide and thrust his hips in the air. “Ahhh, oh yeah.”

His pleasured reactions – the sounds, the movements and the expression on his face – all made you smile wide. This whole thing was going from fun and exciting and somewhat unbelievable, to absolutely surreal and amazing.

Yet as surreal as it seemed it also felt totally natural. You were no longer thinking about Johnny and Doyoung as celebrities who made you star struck. You viewed them as two hot guys you met at the beach. A holiday fling, two young men with whom you were about to have sex, which in itself would be amazing regardless of who they were.

A holiday fling would be nice, especially since your friend was out of commission. Too bad the guys were leaving tomorrow.

In this moment though, that wasn't on your mind at all. Your focus was entirely on the two hot bodies you were in bed with, and how surreal but good it felt to be there. It was never about any ice cream.

Doyoung was getting braver by the minute. While you worked on Johnny's dick and appreciated his big muscles, Doyoung kept kissing and touching you from behind. His wet lips explored your shoulders while his hands felt every inch of your back, waist and hip. His erection rubbed against your ass, much like Johnny's had when you were turned the other way.

The last remaining piece of clothing between the three of you was the lower half of your bikini. Once you knew for sure that sex was indeed where this was headed, you suddenly let go of Johnny's dick and sat up straight to take the bottom off.

The boys moved closer from both sides. They touched and kissed your body while you lifted your ass. And once you kicked the bikini over your feet and lay back down on your back, you realized that you now had a choice. A choice of which of the two men to do first.

You turned your head to Doyoung. He leaned in close and you kissed. You made out while your legs moved around, and entangled yourselves in each other's naked bodies.

Johnny was enjoying the show from the opposite side, grinding against you and playing with your breasts, until he suddenly pushed himself up and scooted down to your feet.

He got out of bed which made you turn and look. You saw his ass and great figure from behind while he walked to his suitcase. Doyoung kept touching and grinding and kissing your neck, completely oblivious to the fact that Johnny had disappeared.

When Johnny returned he held out the box of condoms and smiled. You kissed Doyoung one more time before you sat up and took it.

Doyoung finally realized what was happening and relaxed when you opened the box. You took out a condom and gave the box back. Johnny tossed it in the general direction of his suitcase, then just stood there naked and hard and watched.

Doyoung admired your face from the side. It took you a moment to unwrap the condom. No one said a word, because no words were needed. You all knew what would happen next.

Except the boys had no idea how it would happen or who the condom would go on. They both wondered who you'd pick. Who would you hand the condom to? Maybe you didn't know either, as you just went with the flow, but you knew one thing: you wanted to sleep with them both.

Instinctively you turned to Doyoung. It was by no means a conscious choice, but he was the one you made out with most recently.

Johnny sat down on the bed and leaned against the wall, his legs and feet playing with yours. He took his dick and slowly stroke it, while you made out with his friend and eventually felt your way to Doyoung's crotch.

Doyoung closed his eyes and kissed you lovingly. Johnny watched with interest from the sideline. The three of you together just felt so good and natural, when you stopped making out and looked down.

Doyoung rolled on his back while you sat up between them. You stared at his hard dick and stroke it. Then you took the condom which was still in your hand and put it on him.

He held his breath. Johnny stroke himself a little faster. You signaled that you were done by leaning against Doyoung's chest and returning your lips to his.

Sex starts here…

With the condom on Doyoung became quite eager. He returned your kisses and attacked you with his hands. You lay on your back and he rolled into your chest and arms, your legs and feet fighting for space with Johnny's.

He kissed you with an increased passion. He felt your breasts and raised his ass. Then he instinctively climbed on top of you and spread his knees under your hips, while he massaged and kissed your nipples.

His dick played around between your legs. You opened your mouth wide and stroke his back and shoulders. Then you felt the head as it found its way to your folds, and the shaft when it was quickly pushed between them.

Johnny froze against the wall. He held his dick tight but stopped moving his hand. He stared at his friend's ass and your hands and arms on Doyoung's back, as you began to fuck on his bed.

Wow, you thought and focused your mind on the sensation the bone hard erection produced in your groin. I'm having sex with Doyoung!

Doyoung, horny and eager, quickly picked up the pace. His mouth remained on your breasts, passionately jumping between them. He pressed his thighs and wide-spread knees against your ass and hips, while thrusting into you like a rabbit.

Like you, he was in disbelief. This moment was one he dreamed of and joked about with Johnny at the beach, but he had never actually thought it would happen. He could hardly believe that Johnny was right.

When you raised your feet and knees around Doyoung your body shook violently on the bed. His speed and lust surprised you. He caught himself being too eager though, when you pushed on his head and made him look you in the eyes.

He suddenly paced himself. He slowed his eager movements and relaxed his muscles. His knees stopped pressing so hard into your skin, and his motions became long and drawn-out.

You gently caressed his slim torso. He massaged your breasts and kissed your lips. You wrapped your legs tighter around his back and ass, and felt his soft chest and hard shoulders.

Johnny, throughout all of this, just sat there and stared at your entangled bodies while jerking off. He was genuinely amazed by your presence, by the fact that you were here, naked and having sex with them. He suddenly thought that plan A didn't just go the way he wanted it to after all, but even beyond expectations.

He wasn't going to let the day end without having his turn though. Sooner rather than later, while Doyoung stretched out his legs and lay flat on top of you, he decided it was time to butt in before his friend finished.

He tilted on his side and came to lay beside you. You felt his presence, your thoughts brought back to the room and out of your intimate bubble with Doyoung. You turned your head to kiss him, as he stroke your arm and brushed against Doyoung's naked body too.

You made out with Johnny while Doyoung kept rocking back and forth, fucking you more calmly. It felt pretty hot, the way you had two men fighting for your attention which made you wetter than usual, and Doyoung's dick inside you sent wonderful sensations of lust and desire through your body.

“Wanna fuck me?” you suddenly asked without really thinking about it, when you opened your eyes and saw Johnny's face up close staring back at you.

Johnny didn't reply. Instead he kissed you one more time on the lips then pulled away.

You pushed on Doyoung's shoulder. He understood that it was time to let Johnny in. Slowly he sat up on his knees while his hands slid down the front of your body, then he grabbed his dick and pulled out.

The throbbing shaft felt bigger when his hand added force to it, causing the length of it to push harder against your insides. The head stretched your folds wide when it slowly slipped out which felt amazing now that you were warmed up. And when it fell out of your body you let out a soft moan.

Doyoung sat on his knees and waddled backwards. You moved your legs and feet around his front and rolled slightly toward Johnny, who quickly put an arm around you and attacked your breasts with his mouth. Then you pushed the man on his back and countered the attack, and moved up to sit on top of him.

Johnny stared wide-eyed at your body with his mouth partially open. He panted loudly while he studied you from head to groin. His hands kept moving gently up and down your sides and thighs, as you kneeled around him and your body sank down over his crotch.

The dick wasn't inside you, but you quickly started moving your hips back and forth. You rolled your body for the pleasure of both men, grinding your ass against Johnny's thighs. The boner between your legs got squeezed as you slid along its length, sending wonderful sensations of arousal through both Johnny's body and yours.

You planted your hands on his firm chest. You checked out his shoulders and stomach below you. Then you turned to Doyoung and reached for his arms, and pulled the man up to come and kiss you from the side.

The slight shift of your body weight distribution caused Johnny to moan. He squeezed your thighs harder and started thrusting his own hips, aiding in your body's gliding motions against the length of his shaft.

When Doyoung came up closer beside you as you made out, his body rubbing and boner brushing against you, you extended an arm and put it around him. You gently stroke his lower back and ass while gliding back and forth on Johnny, and for the first time you caught yourself thinking: This is so erotic.

You turned your head again to look down on Johnny's strained face. “Wanna fuck me?” you asked a second time.

He opened his eyes wide and smiled at you. “Yeah,” he said and stroke your waist. His hot body, cute smile and adorable, lustful face made you smile wide too.

You suddenly leaped up from him. You stood on your knees beside him and moved away from Doyoung, who had been kissing your shoulder when you turned your head from him to Johnny.

You grabbed Johnny's dick one more time and giggled when you jerked it, but quickly let go and jumped away.

You sprung up on your feet and skipped toward the suitcase. You knew the two men sat side by side and stared at you naked when you picked up the box. You took a condom out while walking back to them on the bed, and giggled again when you saw their smirking and bewildered faces.

You came to sit by their feet as Johnny in particular relaxed and made himself comfortable. He held his dick until you came and took over, and you and Doyoung smiled softly at each other while you put the condom on Johnny's shaft.

When you were done you took Johnny's hand and pulled him up on his ass. You kissed and touched for a while, until you turned your body around, lay down on your stomach, and stuck your ass in the air.

Johnny hugged you from behind. He kissed your shoulder and stroke your sides while Doyoung explored and admired your figure. You felt the boner against your cheeks and lower back, until Johnny reached in between you and repositioned it.

The erect shaft pointed straight out between your legs. It slid back and forth as Johnny slowly thrust his hips against your rear. Then you reached in between your legs to guide it, and pushed it upwards against your folds while you spread your knees and thighs on the bed.

The shaft soon slipped inside. Johnny took a firmer grip around your waist and lifted you gently. Finally he pushed and pulled while he kept thrusting, and the shaft went in and out repeatedly.

With each thrust your bodies became more closely aligned. Every time his dick was pushed into your hole your bodies stretched a little longer. And as you found a rhythm and Johnny relaxed, he let go of your waist and his hands ventured up and around your front, where he found your breasts and massaged them.

Doyoung's presence was always close. He relaxed too, on his back and slightly angled to the side, playing with the condom still around his dick while he watched the amazing show taking place right in front of him. From Johnny's fit body and firm ass, to his arms around your side boob and the expressions of pleasure written all over your face.

As you too relaxed, however, your body bent forward more and more. You used your hands to keep yourself steady in front of you on the bed as Johnny's chest came further and further away from your upper back. And as you sank deeper on your knees and hands into the mattress Johnny's arm became squeezed between you and the bed.

He pulled it out, and his hands returned to your waist and hip. He pulled your ass closer and pushed deeper into your vagina. Your legs were spread wider and when you pushed yourself up on your elbows your breasts shook violently in the air below you, while Johnny's pelvis clapped audibly against your rear.

You began to moan. “Uh-uh-uh-uh,” you said each time Johnny's flexing torso slammed into your body.

The more Doyoung sank onto the bed too, the less of you he saw. Eventually he was just staring at Johnny's ass from behind, and he sat up straight and put a hand on your back to see and feel more of you again.

You sensed him return to your side which made you turn and look. He flipped over on his other side and lay with his head close to yours by the foot of the bed. Then you kissed, while Johnny kept fucking you lustfully.

You sat and lay like this for several minutes. Johnny maintained a steady and repetitive pace as he filled you up with his dick and stretched you wide. Doyoung became very comfortable and gently stroke your body while kissing your lips and arm. And you stopped moaning, just enjoying this incredible time with the boys.

Eventually, however, you all need a change. You were the one to instigate it when you repositioned your elbows on the bed and moved your body closer to Doyoung. It made him reposition himself too, and you finally raised a knee to lift it over his thighs and groin.

Johnny's grip on your waist softened and he let you move. His dick slipped out of your pussy when he backed away slightly. You sat up on Doyoung's lap and Johnny stroke your back, then reached between your legs and returned your focus fully to Doyoung who looked totally smitten by your body and actions.

Much like Johnny did before he slowly explored your front while you grabbed his dick. You pointed the shaft straight up and let the head glide against your wet folds. Then, just as slow, you lowered your body onto Doyoung's crotch and the head was pushed inside.

“Mmm,” you moaned when you were penetrated.

‘Ah-,” Doyoung gasped when his dick became immersed.

“Mm, yeah,” Johnny sighed lustfully from the side.

Once the dick was in you let it go. You put your hands on Doyoung's chest and began to rock your body up and down on your knees. This time, however, the third partner was not so willing to just watched, and you only bounced a couple of times before you felt Johnny's hands on your ass as he positioned himself behind you.

He put a knee on either side of yours. Your thighs aligned while Doyoung lay long and straight in the middle. Johnny took his dick and slapped it against your cheeks, and grinned and let out a chuckle while he felt you up from one side. And finally, he put the dick below your pelvis and between your thighs, and raised his body and hunched forward over you.

Doyoung lay motionless with his mouth and eyes wide open. He stared up at your face and hot body in disbelief. His hands were frozen on your thighs, while Johnny's brushed against them.

You felt a weight on your rear when Johnny carefully guided his dick with one hand, leaning on the other on a long arm. He held his body completely still while the head found its way, and you too stopped moving to to let him in.

Doyoung's expression intensified when the two dicks met. You stared right into his eyes, your weight on one elbow by his shoulder, when Johnny widened your folds further. Then you closed your eyes hard and gasped, when the second dick slipped in and you were penetrated from two angles.

Holy shit! you thought. You'd been excited by the idea of a threesome since Johnny said Doyoung could stay. But a double penetration in this erotic position hadn't even crossed your mind.

It hadn't crossed Doyoung's either, and maybe not even Johnny's until it happened.

The two hard shafts in your vagina initially felt like one big one. Your folds were stretched to the point it hurt, but you quickly got comfortable with the sensation. When you began to fuck, however – Johnny gradually resuming his thrusts and you rocking slightly back and forth in tiny motions – you started to feel the differences.

The dicks didn't move at the same time. The way and angle in which they pushed against your walls didn't fully match. You struggled to imagine how they played alongside each other in the tight space they shared but could sense that though they were pressed close together there was space enough for them to move their own way.

Doyoung too eventually became comfortable with the position and situation as a whole. His hands became livelier and he slightly raised a knee, to use his foot to help push his groin against your pelvis.

Johnny's legs were spread wide and he first straightened his back and resumed the firm pulling of your hips, then leaned forward and put his weight on one out-stretched arm while he held on to your hip with the other for balance.

His legs could stretch out behind him the more his knees straightened out. Eventually the weight was on his feet, his legs completely straight and knees slightly raised from the bed, which you felt in the fact that more weight was put on your hip and waist while he fucked you from above.

He panted somewhere near your ear. Your body was almost bent in two. Doyoung occasionally lifted his head and kissed you, and every thing about all of this felt absolutely amazing.

At one point Johnny's dick popped out but he was quick to fix the problem. He realized he needed to rock back and forth on top of your back rather than move his ass up and down, in order for the angle not to be too much for your pussy to contain his organ.

When the dick slipped out a second time, however, a final position change took place. This time Johnny pulled away from you and the load on your back became lighter.

This caused Doyoung's dick to fall out of your body too, as you over-compensated for the downforce and your ass bounced too high when Johnny's weight on it disappeared.

You reacted to the change by rolling off Doyoung and laying on your side right next to him. You put an arm on his chest and stomach, and bent and rested a knee over his thigh. You continued to make out and your hand reached for his dick, to instinctively make sure the condom was still in place.

It was, and it would be put to use one more time. But not before Johnny made full use of his.

The latter came to lay behind you. He huddled up close against your rear, spooning and hugging you while you made out with Doyoung. You stuck your ass out, pressing your cheeks against Johnny's erection, and it wasn't long before he took his dick and repositioned it one last time.

The head stretched you out, the shaft slipped in, and you let out a low gasp. Johnny's hand pressed on your hip while his head pulled away, and he quickly began to thrust back and forth behind you.

He fucked you good while you stroke Doyoung's dick. Johnny's thrusts became so hard and intense that the whole bed shook and slammed against the wall. The sheer speed made you freeze in position and twist your face, not purely out of pleasure.

And within mere minutes of this new position you reached the peak of your time in bed with the two friends from the beach. When Johnny was completely stiff and going insanely fast, he eventually orgasmed and shot his load inside you.

He grunted audibly behind you when it happened. “Ahh, ahh, ah-, ah-, ah-, ah-, ahhh, ahhh, ah-, ah-, ah-, ahhh, ahhh, aaahhhhhhh!”

He lay long and stiff on his side. He dug his fingers hard into your hip. He had a knee slightly raised over you and his arms were straight and tense when he came.

Doyoung quickly realized what was happening and looked away. He relaxed and stopped moving and hid his head in your bosom, pretending like his friend wasn't just coming inside their shared girl.

Your reaction to Johnny's orgasm was to relax your muscles and let his dick throb until he slowed down. The light pain from his fast dick, pointy fingers and hard thrusts fought for your attention alongside your own erotic sensations of lust and pleasure. It was hard to tell which feeling won, but there was no doubt in your mind that you loved this side of your lover.

Once he'd emptied himself Johnny slowed his pace and came to a full stop. He leaned into your neck and kissed your skin, while his warm chest and stomach pressed against your back. His hand became lighter and he gently caressed you, while he lovingly thrust a few more times inside you.

“Ahhhh,” he sighed deeply, and his breaths became long and heavy. “Ahhhh, yeahhh.”

It made you smile, to know that you had satisfied your idol in such a way.

When Johnny was done your focus returned to Doyoung. He seemed shocked by the fact that Johnny came before his eyes. And when you looked at each other, his puppy eyes were practically begging you not to leave him unfulfilled.

You really wanted to give him the same pleasure and experience Johnny just had. To show him this you pulled on his hip and prompted him to roll into your arm, ignoring Johnny behind you altogether.

You spread your legs by raising one knee in the air while you guided Doyoung's dick to your hole with a hand between you. It hit Johnny's still hard shaft inside you, and slid along and up his friend’s shaft until the head pushed against your folds again.

Doyoung's body immediately became straight and long. His lips remained planted on yours when the head of his dick was swallowed. Then he held his breath, while he thrust his hips forward and the shaft became engulfed by your wet and hot body, and the tight opening which was shared with Johnny sent enormous pleasure to his heart.

Your fingers which were still pinching the shaft let go when it was half way in. “Mmm,” you moaned and thrust your pelvis against Doyoung's, making the dick go deeper while Johnny's partially slid out.

Your hand moved with haste to Doyoung's face and he bucked his hip to match your movements. He pushed as deep inside you as he could before he began to thrust repeatedly. Hard, fast and with more passion he became stiff and rapid, much like he did when he fucked you the first time and much like Johnny did before he came.

The pacing, at its peak, matched that of his friend. Maybe Doyoung had learned something from Johnny, and the thought crossed your mind that no one had ever fucked you this fast before – and now you suddenly had two lovers with a similar style.

Or maybe it was Doyoung who had once taught Johnny. You knew nothing about their history together after all, and whether threesomes were something they were usually into, or if this was their first one.

It didn't matter, because it felt great. And once Doyoung fucked you hard and intensively from the front and Johnny was going soft from the opposite direction, the latter eventually pulled out and gave his friend some space.

Doyoung did indeed feel great on his own too. “Mm-, mm-, mm-, mm-, mm,” you moaned with each hard push. “Ah-, ah-, ah-, ah-, ahh,” he started sighing to match your sounds of pleasure.

Johnny's hand ran back and forth along your hip, waist and side in long motions. ”Fuck you're beautiful,” he whispered somewhere behind you, as he half way sat up and watched the show. He was holding his dick to prevent his sperm from spilling when it softened, and the condom was less tight around his shaft.

The discussion about sizes momentarily crossed your mind. You hadn't noticed any significant difference. Maybe Doyoung's was slightly slimmer, but it was long and he used it well. Perhaps the two friends had just been engaging in friendly banter.

Doyoung's face curled up when came close to an orgasm. He kissed your lips one more time then stayed on them without moving them. You both panted into each other's mouths while your groins clashed repeatedly, and he stretched your thigh with his hand.

He eventually came inside you with a long groan. You both grimaced and your faces pressed together. His body became warm and flushed in an instant, and a faint sweat broke out all over his skin.

“Uugnnhh,” he grunted into your mouth and briefly paused his thrusting. ”Mm, uugnhhh,” he repeated and jammed his dick in your hole a few more times, slower each time. ”Ahhh, yeah,” he sighed just before every muscle in his body relaxed.

You opened your eyes wide and stroke his cheeks – first his ass then his face. You kissed him on the lips and smiled, and his face lit up when he saw you.

You too relaxed your muscles, and held Doyoung's head when he buried his face in your chest again. Finally, you slowly pulled away and rolled over, and the spent dick fell out of your tight and dripping hole.

You lay on your back between the two men and panted loudly at the ceiling. You couldn't stop smiling, until Johnny came in and kissed you from one side, while Doyoung rested his head on your shoulder and struggled to catch his breath.

Johnny's head turned downwards when he reached for his dick to remove the condom. He sat up and leaned on one elbow while he tied it above your stomach.

You smiled at each other and chuckled – totally happy and satisfied with the outcome of your visit – before he tossed the condom across the room onto Doyoung's bed.

“Hey!” Doyoung exclaimed and his eyes widened.

“Sorry,” Johnny said and laughed a little louder and longer. Then he quickly reached over your body and his fingers were suddenly on Doyoung's dick, where they began to remove the second condom as if helping his friend was a way to apologize.

Doyoung turned on his back by your side and pushed himself up on his elbows behind him. He twisted his torso sideways to point the dick in Johnny's direction. You too raised your upper body to look, and watched with fascination as Johnny managed to get the condom off his friend's erection.

It didn't seem as though this was anything unusual to them. The two boys giggled happily when Doyoung's dick was freed, and Johnny frowned playfully when he held the cum-filled condom up between two fingers, as if he wanted to show you both the result of your adventure together.

“Yuck,” he exclaimed loudly and exaggerated his disgust. It made you laugh which was his intent.

“Oh my god just put it away,” Doyoung ordered and chuckled. “Stop playing with my sperm.”

Johnny moved his hand toward Doyoung's face with a playful smirk, but he quickly stopped joking around and took it back. He tied the condom while you observed, then tossed it onto Doyoung's bed and only barely missed the spot where his own condom and cum had landed.

This time Doyoung didn't protest. He just watched and shook his head. Then you burst out giggling, as the reality of the situation – of the fact that you'd just had sex with the Johnny and Doyoung, at the same time – came crashing over you.

Your fit of giggles made Johnny and Doyoung laugh too. Johnny collapsed over your body from the side and played with his fingers on your stomach. His slack dick brushed against your hip and he pressed his face against your boob.

Doyoung rolled onto your arm and you stuck it in under him to hold him around the back, while he laughed loudly and buried his face in your neck.

You turned to kiss him on the mouth. You faced Johnny and he scooted higher up to reach your lips too. Your head jumped between them a few times, as you relaxed on the bed between the two hot men.

It felt good, fun, relaxing and pretty amazing. If you hadn't experienced it yourself, you'd think it was a fever dream too. You could hardly blame your friend for initially not believing anything from this story.

*****

Your fun with the famous men from the beach in the Maldives couldn't have come at a better time. Without them, it might have turned out to be a terrible, boring and sad holiday. But it eventually had to end, and at some point you got up while the boys flipped around on the bed to watch you put your bikini back on.

They rubbed shoulders and the three of you exchanged glances and smiled. They looked at each other when you were facing the other way and Doyoung tried to muffle his laughter. It made you face them again, and you saw him hide his face in his hands and bury his enormous grin in Johnny's chest.

Weird, you thought, for the millionth time since you met them. You were a little confused and slightly amused by the nature of their intimate friendship. You thought it was pretty sweet.

Johnny put an arm around his naked friend and stroke his back. He spread his legs wide and flaunted his fit body on the bed for you to see. He nurtured his beaten dick and smiled lovingly at you.

I can't believe that has been inside me. It made you feel all warm inside, and for the first time since you met, when you looked Johnny in the eye and his sweet smile made you melt, you had a faint feeling of something more than just physical attraction in your heart.

When you eventually tied the bikini top back on and smiled at the boys, Doyoung finally calmed himself and rolled away from his friend. He got up, naked and slack, and went to sit on his own bed. His hand accidentally touched one of the condoms and he jolted and frowned before he picked it up and threw it a little further away.

You didn't actually want to leave but it felt like the right time. Your friend was waiting, in need of your care and attention, and you couldn't wait to tell her about the incredible and unbelievable thing that had just happened.

The way Johnny and Doyoung just stared at you, happy but without saying anything or doing much, made you worry about what the atmosphere would be if you overstayed your welcome. But at the same time, you suddenly realized that once you left you'd probably never see them again, and that was a sad thought. It actually hurt to think it.

“When do you leave tomorrow?” you asked.

“Around lunchtime,” Johnny replied.

You stood silent for a moment. “Well, thanks guys,” you said when you picked your bag up from the floor. They smiled at you when you approached them, and seemed completely satisfied when you gave them each one last kiss.

“Will we see you again?” Doyoung asked, his posture suddenly timid and shy as his smile vanished.

“Yeah, if you like,” you said and shrugged.

Johnny pulled himself up on the bed and fluffed a pillow behind him. “We were thinking of going to the beach again in the morning if you wanna join.”

“Sure,” you said and smiled, while you stood between the beds and your head moved from one man to the other. “I'd like that.”

“Maybe bring your friend,” Johnny added. You had mentioned her in passing during the walk through the resort.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. “If she's up for it.”

You knew she would be. No illness in the world would be able to stop her. Besides, you knew you'd need some proof to back up your incredible tale.

“Okay, see you tomorrow then,” you said and started walking to the door.

“See you,” Doyoung said and smiled again, and Johnny met your eyes and nodded.

You opened the door and walked out. You closed it behind you and paused, as you processed the events of the last couple of hours.

Your hand was still on the handle when you heard muffled laughter from inside, and though you didn't know it Johnny and Doyoung high-fived each other in the air across the beds.

You might have been the star struck one, but it was hard to tell who was the most lucky. Johnny and Doyoung certainly felt it, considering they'd just hooked up with a hot stranger they met on the beach, an incredible story they couldn't wait to tell their friends back home.

Did you ever see them again? Yes, you did, and your friend did too. And by the time you said goodbye after lunch the next day, your heart actually ached.

The boys had an effect on you, and in just a short time you started to care for them. You were torn between their fame and their friendship, and your holiday fling leaving produced hurtful emotions in your heart that you never saw coming.

All you could hope for at the time was that they cared about you too, that you weren't just a one night stand, and that your time with them in the Maldives would not be the last time you saw them. But either way, this was a holiday memory to write home about. And as much as your heart ached, you were endlessly happy that it happened.

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queeenarii · 5 months ago

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Flaming Hot Lemon - MDNI 😑👁

💚Jaehyun x Reader

💚 light Poly 127 Themes

💚 Oral (reader receiving)

💚 Gender neuteal but Female

💚 I REFUSE TO READ MY DEBAUCHERY FOR MISTAKES SOZ.

This has been in my drafts since the song came out 😫😫😫

Jaehyun was working so so hard on this solo activities. While the excitement fueled him onstage, he was often depleted by the time he came home.

The smell of coffee and food wafted through the air as Jaehyun woke up. Creeping downstairs he is greeted with one of his partners, Y/N, singing and dancing their way around the kitchen, to a very familiar song.

Jaehyuns heart swells with love, adoration and pride at the sight of you the *person* of his dreams enthusiastically singing along to his latest album. He loves having people who supports his solo artistic endeavors so much. The sight is cathartic and strangely arousing.

As your back is facing the entrance way, Jaehyun comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your frame taking in a deep breath of your sent alongside what your cooking.

"morning handsome, sleep well?" You ask him before turning around in his hold.

All he mutters out is a muffled "mhm" accompanied by his dimpled smile.

You laze around the kitchen together for a bit longer, Jaehyun watching you twirl and swirl. Once you appproch the end of your cooking, Jaehyun decides to pounce.

He begins innocently enough. Nipping at your neck before moving to devour your lips. Your surprised at his roughness as he encourages you to hop up on the counter. His hands roaming around your body with fevor. He trails his lips further down, not waisting time to get to his prize.

But before he does anything He pauses for a second, grabs his phone out of his back pocket. You look at him quizzically wondering what he's gonna do next.

He props his phone up on the center next to you both, adjusting the angle. He then turns back to you murmurs a quick "the boys are gonna love this" before his hand slides gently over your folds. He makes quick work of making you crumble.

He works his hands to gently, teasing you. They ghost over your clit momentarily before rubbing up against your entrance.

Just as Jaes finger breaches your walls he pulls his finger back, lightly teasing your clit again. A taughting yet mesmerizing smile graves his face. Dimples like craters on his flawless moon like skin. A deep chuckle as Flamin Hot Lemon pours out your phones speakers.

Jaehyun finally obliges yet not quite yet done teasing you as he kisses lightly up your thighs savoring their feel. Squeezing the plump flesh lightly as you pull him in towards your cunt.

His dimple make an encore as does his deep chuckle before he dives in. Finally the flaming hot pit in your cunt that Jaehyun caused is relived.

His tongue does wonders, swirling and sucking at your clit. He graduly works two fingers in you, your mewls are music to his ear.

His fingers gently prod at your g-spot, coaxing and orgasm out of you at a tortureously slow pace. You know he can be faster than this. What you don't know is that Jaehyun is so unbelievably down bad right now. Something about your moans mixi g with his music. Music he wrote about you, about the other members. Music he poured his artistry into. To see you enjoying it unprompted...

Stay begging, got me on my knees

It had him in a tizzy. And well he just had to show his appreciation. Is all.

A few harder thrusts of his fingers and a few more licks to your clit has you tipping over the edge. You grip hard at his hair, legs splayed over his shoulders. A meal fit for a king. And eat he did. You have to push his head away from the over stimulation, begging him to let you rest for a second.

He concides and grabs his phone. Sending the video to you all's group chat. Bragging to the boys who were working today on a group schedule.

His love and admiration is still there.

But Jaehyun must admit

He loves the way you taste

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queeenarii · 6 months ago

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after the kiss

part 2 of drunk words, sober thoughts friends to lovers, fluff, suggestive (almost smut), johnny is big, reader is described as a big girl

Johnny wanted to kiss you. You wanted to kiss Johnny. Everything was perfect, right? Wrong.

Ever since the day you drank too much and said more than you should have, you decided to run away from your best friend simply out of fear. You were afraid the kiss wouldn’t be good. But most of all, you were afraid things would change between you and Johnny. You couldn’t bear to lose him just because of something silly you said while drunk.

It had been over a week since you started ignoring his messages and calls, hiding every time you saw him in the university hallways, making up excuses when his friends asked why you were avoiding him.

He understood that you needed time, that you were embarrassed—he knew you very well. But he was tired of waiting. He needed to see you, which was why he was now at your apartment, waiting for you to explain why you were running away from him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I swear I don’t know what got into me that night.”

“You know exactly what happened.” It was clear that, no matter how hard he tried, Johnny couldn’t understand. “I told you I wanted to kiss you too, so what’s the problem?”

“Oh, Johnny, we’re friends! What if we kiss and everything gets weird? What if we drift apart because of it? Have you thought about all the mess that could happen if we—”

Your words were cut off by your friend as he pressed his lips to yours, giving in to the kiss you both had wanted for so long. You know when people talk about the electricity running through your body when you kiss someone you love for the first time? That was exactly what happened between you two.

All the fear, all the doubts that had been swirling in your mind disappeared. Every single worry faded the moment Johnny touched you.

You pulled apart just enough to look at each other, taking in the expressions on your faces. The smiles on both your lips were proof that you wanted more than just a simple kiss. And so, a softer, deeper kiss began.

Having Johnny’s lips on yours was an incredible sensation, as if they fit perfectly together, as if yours were made solely to be with his. The lack of air finally forced you both to part, but even then, your foreheads remained pressed together, eyes locked in an intense gaze.

“Still scared?”

“Not at all.”

Another kiss began, this time fervent, filled with desire. One of Johnny’s hands pulled you closer by the nape of your neck, while the other played at your waist. You thought you were going to lose your mind when his wet kisses trailed away from your lips, down to your neck, then to your collarbone.

When a soft moan escaped your lips and you tugged at the waistband of his pants, it was Johnny’s turn to feel like he was going insane. He almost thought he was imagining things when you leaned into his ear and whispered:

“Take me to the bedroom, Johnny.”

Johnny stopped abruptly, looking right into your eyes, as if he's trying to understand what you just said and, when you smiled, he was sure you wanted it as much as he did. Then, he took you in his arms with the greatest ease and drew a hearty laugh from you.

Despite being much shorter than him (which wasn’t exactly difficult, considering his height), you had a striking presence—thick thighs, full curves, completely different from the type of woman you thought he would be attracted to.

So, seeing Johnny lift you off the ground so effortlessly left you even more impressed—and even more horny.

Upon reaching the bedroom, he gently laid you on the bed, initiating another round of heated kisses. Your hands roamed beneath his shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his abdomen—a silent invitation for him to take it off.

“Wow…” Johnny chuckled at your reaction as you look in his body. You had seen him shirtless before, but this time was different. Now, you were consumed by an indescribable desire and he was even more built than the last time you saw him like this.

You removed your shirt as well, along with your bra, catching him off guard with your boldness. He wasted no time, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while massaging the other. Shivers ran through your body as soft moans escaped your lips, sounds that only fueled Johnny’s pleasure. You were already so wet, so overwhelmed with need, that you took his hand and guided it between your legs—a silent plea for him to touch you.

That was how Johnny gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“I want you now, Johnny.” You said, your eyes locked onto the prominent bulge in his pants. He started to remove them and you watched his every move. But when you finally saw him, you froze.

Johnny was a big man, so it was only natural that he would be big in every sense, but still, you couldn’t help but be taken aback. Nervousness flickered across your face and he noticed immediately. Leaning in, he gently cupped your chin and whispered, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll go slow, and if you want me to stop, just tell me. I know you can take me so well, but, trust me, okay?”

You simply nodded, and he rewarded you with a soft, lingering kiss.

Slowly, he began to push inside and your grip tightened around his arms. Johnny kept whispering sweet words, reassuring you every step of the way.

“You’re doing so well, my love.” “You’re so beautiful, I know you can take me.” “You feel so good wrapped around me.”

His words sent waves of pleasure through you, making you clench around him, driving him wild. Once he was fully inside, he started with slow, gentle thrusts, gradually increasing the pace.

You moaned, trying to muffle the sounds, but it was impossible. Your fingers tangled in his hair, nails dragging down his back, leaving marks on his skin.

Johnny didn’t stop, pressing kisses and bites along your neck. Your eyes met, filled with nothing but raw pleasure and admiration. That tension in your stomach built up, unraveling into a mind-blowing climax.

“You okay, baby?” Johnny asked, watching as you caught your breath.

“More than okay.” You smiled at him, eyes glowing with satisfaction. “But now…”

You pushed him onto the bed, straddling his lap, positioning yourself above him.

“I want to make you feel good.”

Guiding him back inside you, you slowly lowered yourself onto him, watching as his head fell back, his large hands gripping your waist. Now it was your turn to kiss and bite his neck, making sure there would be marks left behind.

Johnny was in pure bliss, completely intoxicated by you. His obsession was undeniable when, for what felt like the hundredth time that night, he covered your breasts with kisses and love bites, making sure you reached your peak once again.

“J-Johnny… I’m gonna…”

“Me too, princess.”

It didn’t take long before both of you reached the edge together, collapsing onto the bed, breathless and spent.

Johnny turned to look at you—chest rising and falling, eyes closed, yet absolutely stunning. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before heading to the bathroom. After cleaning himself up and taking care of you, he laid back down beside you, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you deeply, yet tenderly.

“This feels like a dream.” You murmured, nuzzling into his chest as he ran his fingers soothingly along your back.

“Me too. It was even better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this too?”

“Of course. I’ve always wanted you like this, right here by my side, looking so beautiful.” He paused, sighing. “I think it took me too long to realize what I really felt for you, but I guess everything happens at the right ti—AAAAAH! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?”

Your intrusive thoughts won, and you bit his chest, completely disrupting the romantic moment.

“I’ve always wanted to do this. Do you know how hard it was to control myself, seeing you looking so damn hot and not being able to bite you all over?”

Johnny burst into laughter at your confession, pulling you in for another kiss. He felt like the luckiest man alive to be with the woman he had always been in love with.

Both of you were relieved that nothing between you had changed—that you were still best friends.

Except now, that bond had evolved into something deeper. A love that was finally mutual.

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queeenarii · 8 months ago

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Thank you @kyoswonnie and everyone who got me to 10 reblogs!

Cant get this out of my head

P1harmony × Reader (Polycule) MMMF

HardDom!Keeho, Sub!Jiung, Intak

Light choking, light breath play,

MDNI

Not proofread :)

The boys were working hard for their latest comeback. Jiung especially was super stressed out, and he wasn't dealing with it well. Him and Keeho were constantly at each others neck. Constantly bickering and arguing. Theyre at a music show, just lazing about until their called on stage again.

"Keeho you were like one inch off on the last chorus" Jiung states rather bluntly. But Keeho just ignores him, attempting to keep a bit of peace in the dressing room.

"Keeho? Did you hear me?" Jiung asks

"Yeah, whatever" Keeho answers back trying to maintain his cool. As the leader, he can't loose his head. He has to be calm and collected at all times. No matter how much he was to yell at Jiung, he knows Jiung's just trying to make everything perfect.

It's always perfection with him. Jiung is unable to just let something be good, or even great. Always Perfect.

"Well then say something, you know-how" Jiung starts

"Oh my gosh! Jiung just shush-okay! I was off sorry I can't be fucking perfect" Keeho explodes

The rest of the members look around, the air is thick between the two members. Theyre cat and mouse antics are usually fun. Jiung's introspection reins in Keeho's spontaneity. They're a great match despite what others might see.

Jiung's face turns red, with embarrassment and rage "hey-" he starts before Intak steps between their line of site. Theo follows Keeho out the room, hoping to calm him down. While Intak silently ushers Jiung to the couch. The couch offers little solace though, Jiung holds his head in his hand. Leg rocking and posture slump.

You enter through the door, having heard the two men yelling down the hallway and seeing Keeho rush by you in anger. Theo assures you that he'll talk to him, but you know how stubborn Keeho can be.

"What the fuck y'all? " you rush in seeing two of your boyfriends on the couch. You tentatively great Soul and Jongseob.

"Jiung baby, whats wrong" You question softly. Just then the boys manager and Theo returns, offering an empty dressing room down the hallway for you guys. The best way to get Jiung and Keeho to stop fighting is to just let them fight.

Jiung storms off, hating the numerous eyes of the stylist and others on him.

In the other room Jiung paces near the door quietly. His thoughts spiral out of control, and he's almost consumed by them. In a daze almost. Once he's like this, it's hard for him to get out. You sit with jiung in the room, waiting for him to calm down a bit, knowing that in this state there's no reasoning with him.

A soft knock is heard at the door, then Keeho walks in. At the site of him Jiung implodes getting I'm his face.

"What the fuck man? " he questions

"Jiung back up"

"No cause what the fuck was th-"

"God your so fucking stubborn"

"Like you aren't"

"Yeah, well I'm not a perfectionist little shit sometimes"

"Yeah and I'm not a narcissistic asshole, who does nothing but stare at my flawless fucking face all day"

The two breath heavily in each others face. Skin flushed red and eyes trained on each other. Keeho's flicker down slightly before he envelopes Jiung in a hug.

People wonder why Keeho was made leader and not Jiung. Why the silliest most obnoxious member was saddled with so much responsibility. The truth is no one understands each member better than Keeho. Jiung might know their mannerisms. He picks up on the little things, the observable world is his domain. Where confusion can't take route. Where he can count on a flower being a flower. He's always a beat too late when it get emotional. He struggles to even understand his own sometimes.

Keeho however, is great at emotions. He study and observes others too, but he is great at reading others, especially his fellow members. Especially his partners.

"Baby" Keeho calls out softly then he kisses Jiung. You expect Jiung to pull away, to deflect Keeho's advances. But he doesn't. All the anger and tension leaves the youngers body, he relaxes in Keeho's hold. His legs grow weak, arms lazily strech around Keeho's neck.

Keeho pulls back "hmm, I now I know why you've been such a little shit lately" he quips playfully

"Shut up" Jiung retorts soflty pushing out of the others hold. He sits down on the couch next to you.

You look down and see what Keeho is talking about. The kiss placated Jiungs rage, but it ignited a different fire.

You get up and straddle Jiungs lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your hips grid harshly into his, riling him up farther. Keeho takes a seat to your left, softly caressing Jiungs leg. He looks up at you hoping for a kiss.

Your last boyfriend finnaly joins you all, having time to change out of his stage clothes wearing grey sweat pants that mirrors Jiungs.

"Keeho, go return your outfit, the stylists are looking for you". Intak tells him.

Keeho reluctantly pulls away from you to quickly change.

Your lips feel empty so you search for Jiungs again. As you make out you feel him up, your soft hands rake over his hot skin under his shirt. Your hands then travel to his sweats, pulling at them.

You leave Jiungs lap so he can take the pants off, finally met with his dick at full attention. You stare for a second, taking in his thin but long length. Jiung let's out a small whine, urging you to do something. You chuckle and return to his lap, kissing him once more as you usher his dick to your entrance.

You sink down, savoring the feeling. You all hadn't done this in a while. Their promotion schedule was about as hectic as your own, bareltinf leaving you all with time to see each other. Let alone give y'all time for a good fuck.

Keeho returns to the room joining you all on the couch. Jiung is moaning quiet loudly for him. He always gets noisy and so sensitive when he hasn't come in a while. You love seeing him like this.

You continue to ride him. His head thrown back and his pretty, long neck exposed to you. Your temptation takes hold, your hand wrapping around his thin neck. At the feeling Jiung moans a bit louder, loving the attention your giving him. You ride him with vigor, loving the way he falls apart under you. Keeho whispers words of praise in his ear as Intak laps at his nipples, pinching and biting them, spurring Jiung on. Hes quick to cum, and loud once he does so. His eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands, each securely intertwined with the men beside him, squeeze theirs tightly, nails digging into flesh. His toes curl and legs tense. Slowly coming down from his high as continue to milk everything from him.

Anger no longer plagues him, instead he's left feeling giddy, boneless and satisfied.

Intak pulls you over to him next, his big brown eyes lock into yours as you two finally kiss. He flips you over you back on his chest and he guides his length into you finally stretching you open with his fat cock. You whine at the feeling, missing Jiungs length but savouring the feeling of Intak.

It's tight, so he starts of slow. Calmly he thrusts inside you. One hand grasps your breast, kneeding the flesh and teasing your nipple. The other travels to your aching clit, rubbing slow circles that elict soft moans out of you. Gradually Intak picks up speed, slamming inside you with deep harsh thrust. His fingers work magic on your clothes being you closer to your own high. After some time you start to clinch around him. Your orgasm on the horizon. Your toes tingle and eyes prickle with tears. Intaks hand on your breast leaves, clasping over your mouth. That does it, the tight chord in your tummy snaps and your creaming all over Intaks dick. He mutters filthy words in your ear as you dox Cumming shortly after.

Intak let's you go, helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. Immediately Keeho stands behind you "can you handle one more?" He asks genuinely. You mod giving him the green light.

Keeho roughly bends you over and enters you switftly. His dick is well balanced not too long, not too fat, with a slight curve. It hits every spot inside you nicely. It can't reach the depths of your cunt like Jiungs can, or stretch you wide like Intaks. But it's still perfect for him and for you.

Keeho dosent bother to go slowly. He enters you roughly, tugging your hips to meet his. He adores seeing your ass recoil at his hard thrusts.

Keeho grabs you by the shoulders, digging deep and making you go insane on his dick. He soon finds your gspot. Evident in the way you cry out and shudder once he hits it. He pulls you up by the hair, then attaches one hand to your throat.

"Gonna cum for us pretty? " he teases. His other hand slithers down to your clit once again. The stimulation burns from your last orgasm but is so intoxicating at the same time.

You nod to answer Keeho's question. Quickly feeling your orgasm approaching. After a while wetness leaves your cunt. Your loans loud and skin buzzing as your climax washes over you hard. Keeho growls at this as you tighten around him drawing him closer as well. He helps you ride it his orgasm, as once he feels your spent body relax he pulls out, coaxing himself to climax.

Once you and keeho catch your breath you look over at Intak and Jiung on the couch. Jiung, in subspace, is curled up in Intaks lap, snoozing slightly and Intak rubs his back soothingly. Finally content. Everything perfect

#10 reblogs #tumblr milestone #thank you

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queeenarii · 8 months ago

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𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 - Part 1

Winter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~8.5K (my bad)

Pt 1, Pt 2 , Pt 3 , Pt 4, Pt 5

Synopsis: Kim Minjeong had heard all about the famous group of fuckboys and fuckgirls around campus. When Y/N Y/L/N, the leader of that group and student council president of the university, approached her with sweet smiles and soft gestures, Minjeong decided she would be the one playing her instead.

Except maybe Y/N took her relationship with Minjeong seriously and was never even a fuckgirl to begin with.

Tags: university setting, misunderstandings, flirting, guitarist Minjeong, band!Aespa

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"I'm going to end myself," Minjeong groaned loudly, her face falling forward onto the table in front of her.

Her friends, Aeri, Jimin, and Ning, laughed at her, the infectious sound echoing around the walls of the wide, empty music room. They were supposed to be practicing for their next show, but Minjeong received an email that destroyed the very core of her soul.

Jimin shook her head, fixing the mic stand as she turned to her best friend. "It's not that bad, Minjeong."

Aeri wasn't as helpful. "What if Y/N tries to flirt with you?"

"Oh lord, I'd rather DIE than have to interact with Y/N for more than thirty seconds." Minjeong whined through gritted teeth. She lifted her head off the table, flipping her hair back as she let out a dramatic sigh. "I really can't do this..."

Y/N was the student council president of SM, one of the top-ranked universities in South Korea. She was a quiet and reserved girl—much like Minjeong. The only difference was that she was the devil reincarnated herself. Much like her group of friends, she was a playgirl—the heartbreaker of the campus...a clown, essentially.

"Why are you even defending her?" Ning asked Jimin, swinging the strap of her guitar over her neck and shoulder. "She's the best friend of the one who shall not be named."

'The one who shall not be named,' also known as Yeonjun, was the guy who led Jimin on and broke her heart into pieces last month.

Jimin shrugged, tensing up at the mention of her ex. "She's not the one who cheated on me."

Minjeong groaned loudly again, resting her head back on the table with a loud thump. She closed her eyes, as if she were in pure, excruciating pain. "I'm going to fail my class," she whined.

"Minjeong, you're overreacting," Aeri pointed out, moving to pull Minjeong's hair out of her face.

"No, I'm not! Y/N is awful," she replied, her face twisting into a disgusted expression.

Y/N represented everything Minjeong rejected as a hopeless romantic, so she wanted nothing to do with her. Nothing. Zero. Nada.

Of course, that very reason was the exact reason why the universe specifically threw Y/N at her.

Minjeong was majoring in Composition, and as easy as most of her classes were for her, the university made her take an extra class to get the needed credits to graduate. She happened to have missed the first week of classes that year, stuck in bed with a monstrous cold, which meant that all the spots for the cool classes were immediately filled up, leaving her with Calculus Applied... CALCULUS APPLIED.

Of course, she was failing the class. So she needed a tutor. And the email she just received from the tutoring program announced that Y/N was assigned to her. Because why wouldn't she be?

"Someone shoot me in the face right now." Minjeong was sure she'd never finish complaining about this. "Why did it have to be her of all people?"

Aeri seemed to perk up at the question, a memory suddenly popping into her mind. "You know what? I just remembered—Jennifer is in the tutoring program. She talked to me about it last week, complaining that she had to choose who she was going to tutor, but none of the names sounded hot enough for her."

Minjeong slowly picked her head up, eyebrows falling into a frown at her friend's words. "So...that means Y/N chose me?"

Ning snorted, looking down at her phone. "Does she even know who you are?"

"She's probably clueless, considering how stupid she is." Minjeong mumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes at the thought. Y/N and she had been classmates since high school. Back then, Minjeong had a small crush on the girl. She was gorgeous, quiet, and polite. She was also not friends with a bunch of assholes, so that helped. Then they got into university, barely saw each other again because of their different degrees, and Y/N became a fuck girl.

"Did you just call your tutor, of all people, stupid?" Jimin raised a playful eyebrow at her, making Minjeong stick her tongue out at her.

"Seriously, she probably thinks this is another chance to flirt with someone," she continued.

"Oh, she's probably looking for some cute, dumb girl to have fun with," Aeri added, giggling. "...like you, Minjeong-ie!!"

Minjeong let out another long, exaggerated groan, burying her head into her folded arms on the table. "I'm dropping out," she mumbled into the table, her voice muffled from the position of her head. She stayed like that for a few beats before she pulled her head back, a pout on her face. "If I fail this class, I won't graduate."

"And whose fault is that?" Jimin teased her, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. She let out a yelp as the shorter girl smacked her arm with the back of her hand.

:::

Y/N sighed tiredly as she left yet another student council meeting, headphones resting on her head as she walked along the familiar hallways. She was convinced most students at the university were actual dumbasses.

How the hell did a guy manage to get into the student council without knowing who the bloody president of South Korea was? It escaped her.

She arrived at the cafeteria, not bothering to grab a tray or food as she walked to the usual table where she and her friends sat.

"Hi," she let out after lowering her headphones so they hung around her neck.

Minji, Yeonjun, and Niki looked up at her, barely acknowledging her as they went back to their ongoing argument.

"Jimin is an absolute catch, and you are an idiot for letting her go," Minji pointed at Yeonjun in accusation.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and sat down. Love and relationships were topics that usually weren't mentioned much in their group—especially not when it was serious. Sure, they'd tease Yeonjun and Niki for being fuckboys, but when relationships got serious, they let the immaturity go and supported each other.

That day, they didn't seem to be in a very supportive mood.

"Minji's right; you were an idiot," Niki agreed, nodding his head as he stole a grape from the little bowl Y/N had just produced from her bag. He ignored the glare she sent him as he went on, "She was literally the only person who could put up with your ass."

Yeonjun rolled his eyes at his friend's words, immediately becoming defensive. "Look who's talking! You played that girl Eunchae like she was the smallest violin on Earth."

"Hey, she couldn't keep up with me!" Niki shot back with a scoff, waving his hand to brush off Yeonjun's comment. "She was just a fling anyway." He added, grabbing another grape from Y/N's bowl once again.

She slapped his hand away this time, protecting her lunch. "You two are both pigs— that's news to no one. Why are we arguing about this?"

"Because Yeonjun can't stop staring at Jimin when he's the asshole who cheated," Niki retorted.

"Can you shut up already?" Yeonjun huffed at him, narrowing his eyes as he got fed up.

Minji leaned on the table, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "She was perfect for you, really," she stated with pity.

"She was too good for him." Y/N shrugged when Yeonjun sent her an offended look. "What? It's true. I'm glad you two are over. You didn't deserve her."

She leaned down to reach for the phone inside her backpack when Yeonjun decided to steal her bowl and hand it to Niki.

Niki snickered, pulling the bowl onto his lap as he started to grab more food. Y/N's glare did nothing but amuse him.

Yeonjun ignored their childish bickering, looking over the cafeteria. His eyes were met with the sight of Aeri, Jimin, and Ning sitting at their usual table. His gaze instantly fell on Jimin and softened as it lingered there.

Y/N followed his look, quickly finding Minjeong instead of Jimin. The blonde girl was laughing with Ning, her eyes barely visible as her beautiful smile settled on her lips. She was gorgeous—out of this world, almost. Y/N had known her since she was 14. When she came to university, she thought she had lost her opportunity with Minjeong, so you can imagine her surprise when she saw the familiar name on the tutoring program subscriptions. She had already missed her chance with Minjeong once... she wouldn't do it again. So she picked her.

"Who are you looking at, mhm?" Minji nudged her best friend softly.

"No one." Y/N cleared her throat and looked away, holding her hand out for Niki to give her food back. When he huffed lightly and refused, she raised an eyebrow at him, quickly getting him to give in.

"You were clearly looking at someone," Minji replied, leaning to the side to try and see who Y/N's eyes were on.

Y/N knew her best friend wouldn't drop the subject so soon, so she answered her. "Kim Minjeong. I'm gonna be her Calculus tutor."

Yeonjun frowned in confusion. "Isn't she in Composition?"

Y/N tried to be as discreet with her interest as possible. She had never talked about her crush to her friends, knowing that they would tease her as soon as she opened her mouth to speak. "Extra credits, I guess."

"Calculus, really?" Niki's eyes widened at the statement before his mouth curled into a smirk. Yeonjun leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's... interesting," Minji commented, tilting her head to the side as she too smirked.

"What?" Y/N asked, picking up on their glances.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Yeonjun let out in a sing-song tone, a smirk on his face.

"I bet you all twenty bucks that Y/N will make Minjeong fall for her." Niki added, his smirk growing more teasing as he slapped a bill in the middle of the table.

"Thirty." Yeonjun reached inside his pocket, pulling out his wallet to add two more bills to the count.

Y/N grimaced in disgust at the behavior of the guys. "We're not betting anything. Stop that."

"Thirty-five says the blondie will fall within the next two weeks," Niki continued.

Y/N rolled her eyes at them, grabbing her food and backpack to stand up. "You two are assholes."

The two boys chuckled, nudging each other at how easy it was to get to Y/N. She was usually a block of ice—never too bothered by their teasing.

"Oh, come on, Y/N!"

"We were joking!!"

She ignored them and walked away, quickly followed by Minji. She was the first friend Y/N ever made at the university, one of the few people who really understood her and made her feel heard.

"She's cute... Minjeong," the taller girl smiled. "You should try getting closer to her."

Y/N couldn't help but scoff at her friend's statement. "As if she'll ever even breathe my way."

Minji rolled her eyes. "She was looking at you a second ago when we were walking away. Girlie looked starved for your attention." She laughed a little, looping her arm around Y/N's. "Also, who wouldn't be a blushing mess at seeing you?"

Y/N felt her cheeks redden at the words. She looked away, trying to hide her reaction, before slowly facing her friend again. "She was looking at me?"

Minji nodded as they made their way out of the cafeteria. "Yup, she was clearly checking you out. I mean, who wouldn't? You're gorgeous. Minjeong's lucky." She pinched Y/N's cheek endearingly.

Y/N refused to let herself be flustered even more. She nudged her friend away and ignored her chuckles as they made their way to class.

:::

As much as she tried to push down the flattery, Minji's words stuck to her.

What if Minjeong was actually checking her out? What if Minjeong liked her? Y/N wouldn't know what to do with herself.

So, it was with a perk to her steps and more confidence than usual that she stepped inside the university's library a few days later, her eyes inspecting every table as she looked for the familiar girl.

After a little tour of the place, where Y/N was left without any answers, she looked down at her lock screen and frowned.

She was ten minutes early. Had she been that excited?

She decided to settle down and pulled out her laptop, fiddling with her pen as her eyes shot back to the door whenever someone came in.

She waited.

And waited.

And then she waited some more.

Minjeong stepped inside the library thirty minutes after their agreed time, barely looking at Y/N as she sat down in front of her.

Y/N cleared her throat and spoke up. "Hi."

Minjeong raised her gaze, meeting Y/N's eyes. She had expected an annoyed, snarky attitude from the girl, not a polite greeting.

"Hey." Her eyes lingered on Y/N's face for a few beats. Y/N's natural, casual beauty was intimidating. It was almost as if she had been carved by the gods themselves to be naturally flawless.

Y/N stared back at her, feeling almost intoxicated at the sight. There was always something about Minjeong that caught her attention: her innocent looks but teasing smirks, the way she liked to wear cute dresses one day and then completely switch to baggy jeans and sport jackets the next, the way she was loud with her friends but quiet and reserved with others.

Y/N had always liked her. It felt surreal to actually be sitting in front of her.

She cleared her throat and shook her head a little, leaning forward to grab the papers she had brought.

"I'm the TA of one of your teachers, so I asked him for some materials. We can get started with the introductory theme."

Minjeong's cheeks reddened slightly at the sight of Y/N's polite and professional attitude. She wasn't expecting the other girl to be so composed. She hung out with Yeonjun and Niki for God's sake; she shouldn't be anything close to put together. Then again...she was student council president, right? Not everyone could do that—not everyone could be a teacher's assistant and a tutor at the same time. Did the girl even sleep?

Minjeong took the paper, quickly looking over the content.

"Okay." Her voice was quiet as she spoke, unable to keep her gaze on the material for too long. Her eyes drifted from the paper back to Y/N's face. She couldn't stop staring.

Y/N smiled a little. She knew a lot of students often looked her way, but there was something about the way Minjeong did it that made her feel flustered.

"Should we get started?" Y/N suggested, trying to focus on the material in front of her.

Minjeong couldn't quite understand where this feeling of nervousness and excitement was coming from. It was unusual for her, especially since this was just a tutoring session. She forced herself to stop thinking about the other girl.

Y/N was a player. She was probably used to doing this to people—being all nice and gentle to get what she wanted before leaving them high and dry.

Minjeong had heard the rumors; she wasn't going to fall for Y/N or her act.

So, she took a sharp breath and forced herself to focus on the paper in front of her. "Whatever."

Y/N frowned at the demeanor, noticing the almost hostile aura suddenly radiating off the other girl. She tried to push down the disappointed feeling in her chest, playing the whole thing off as Minjeong being intimidated by the exercises.

Leaning forward on the table, Y/N turned her laptop screen to show Minjeong her notes. She had taken Calculus as an introductory course during her first year, so she was sure her documents could help.

"We'll go through things slowly, and I'm sure you'll understand everything. It's actually quite easy once you get the hang of it." Y/N smiled reassuringly, twirling her pen around her finger.

Minjeong nodded slowly, her eyes following the movement of Y/N's hand. She couldn't help but notice the little things Y/N did without realizing how adorable they were: the twirling of her pen, the gentle smile on her face, and the way her eyes lit up as she spoke softly.

A small part of her wondered how many people Y/N had done this exact same thing for, with the same kind expressions, soft tone, and sweet attitude.

"Okay...do you get the first exercise?" Y/N asked, trying to move past the awkward silence.

Minjeong took a few beats to reply, her mind occupied by a sense of discomfort.

She hummed slightly, nodding her head even though her mind was elsewhere. Her grades in math back in high school were...lackluster, to say the least. She had been struggling for a while. But she didn't want to admit that to Y/N of all people.

"Yeah," she answered, "I get it."

Y/N smiled. "Great."

Noticing that Minjeong hadn't brought a backpack with her—meaning no pen or paper—Y/N slid her notebook across the table and handed her the pen she had been twirling.

"Let's get to it then."

Minjeong nodded, taking the pen and paper from Y/N.

She was starting to realize that the only way to avoid embarrassing herself further in front of the intimidating girl was to shut up and focus on what she was doing. So she stared at the material, trying hard to process it mentally and solve the exercises. This was only the first lesson, and everything was already going above her head.

Minjeong bit her lower lip, looking down at the empty paper in front of her.

Y/N tried to give the girl time to respond peacefully. No pressure. But the frustrated sighs and constant fidgeting from the other girl quickly caught her attention.

"Would you like some help?"

"No, it's fine." Minjeong immediately denied, her tone a little too strained and tense.

She was determined to do it on her own, but the numbers kept blending together, and the formulas just refused to make sense in her head, no matter how hard she tried to make them. She bit her lip again, shifting in her seat slightly. "I know how to do this; I've done it before."

Y/N nodded, not a hint of mockery or teasing in her eyes as she replied, "I'm sure you do, Minjeong. These exercises can be tricky because you learned them a long time ago. It's normal to forget how to solve them—especially with the long formulas."

There it was again—the warmth, the gentle tone, and the kind eyes.

It annoyed Minjeong more than she'd like to admit. She knew she was lying to Y/N's face about being familiar with the problems; the only thing she had done was glance at them and immediately give up. But hearing Y/N's words, delivered with such patience and gentleness, made her feel worse.

"Is it?" she asked, not wanting to give in and admit defeat, despite knowing there was no way in hell she'd be able to solve the stupid exercise alone.

"Oh, absolutely!" Y/N nodded. "I myself have forgotten how to do it." A little white lie never hurt anyone, right? Y/N told herself it was worth it when she saw a hint of relief flood Minjeong's eyes. "Here, I'll show you the formula so you can remember how to do it again."

A rush of relief washed over Minjeong, her fingers loosening their grip on the pen and her shoulders losing their previous stiffness.

She tried to swallow down her pride. She was stubborn—stubborn as a mule—and really didn’t want to accept that something as simple as a few stupid numbers on a sheet of paper was what it took to break her. So, she found herself silently watching as Y/N's slender hands wrote down the formula on the paper and began explaining it.

God, Y/N's handwriting was horrendous—a cursive, doctor-like scrawl of letters and numbers. Yet Minjeong found herself beginning to understand what she was saying, maybe because Y/N's soft voice narrated and explained everything as she wrote.

"So, you'll want to use integration by parts, and then it'll be easier for you to see how the derivative of this function plays into substitution. It's just a matter of breaking things down," Y/N finished.

As the words and formulas slowly began to make sense in Minjeong's head, her eyes met Y/N's, a small flicker of surprise appearing in them. She was finally able to understand what the equation meant. It was weird how Y/N could explain things in a way that actually got through her thick skull.

When Y/N looked up at her, Minjeong diverted her gaze, her eyes roaming over the other sheets of paper spread across the table.

"Is your handwriting always that bad?"

Y/N had been expecting everything but that. Her cheeks reddened as she cleared her throat, looking down at the papers Minjeong was inspecting.

Right, maybe she should rewrite her documents before handing them to Minjeong.

"I— that's my bad." Y/N wrote down the formula again, this time making an effort to ensure it looked more legible.

Minjeong watched in silence, feeling somewhat guilty but also satisfied with Y/N's response.

Was it always this easy to get her flustered?

"Feel like my turtle could write better than you."

Y/N huffed softly at the comment. "Your turtle sounds a lot cooler than me, to be honest." She wore a small but amused smile as she continued fixing her handwriting, making sure Minjeong could understand it.

Minjeong couldn't help but tighten her lips, wondering why Y/N took the jab with such ease.

Was that her gameplay? Pretend to be a loser to attract girls? Minjeong wasn't going to play along.

"He's definitely much cooler than you," she shrugged. "But to be fair, pretty much everyone is."

Y/N hummed, placing the pen down and leaning back in her chair, a smirk appearing on her face. She was a competitive soul. Always had been. It didn't matter what it was; she wanted to win.

This included their current conversation.

"Do you think making me dislike you will mean the tutoring ends earlier?" she smiled, amused, not bothered by what Minjeong had said.

Damn it.

"Not at all," Minjeong replied, unwilling to back down from the silent competition now that she was in it.

She shifted slightly, crossing one leg over the other underneath the table. She wasn’t going to let Y/N have the upper hand. "Making you dislike me is more about me disliking you," she shrugged nonchalantly.

Y/N kept her smile, not really taking Minjeong's words to heart. She hadn't expected Minjeong to be like this—so closed off yet teasing at the same time. It didn't really change her view of the girl; if anything, it intrigued her even more.

"I don't think you dislike me as much as you dislike the exercises on that little page. Get to work."

Minjeong's lips quirked in annoyance as her attempt to elicit a reaction was swiftly ignored and shut down. Y/N didn't have a point. She was wrong. Minjeong definitely hated her more than the goddamn exercises. But she decided not to mention it for now.

She sighed, rolling her eyes as she picked up the pen to get to work.

The rest of the tutoring session flew by surprisingly quickly for Minjeong. It was two uninterrupted hours of nothing but Y/N and calculus. But it was surprisingly tolerable. So much so that Minjeong began showing up kind of on time for the next few sessions. So much so that the tall walls she had put up started crumbling as Y/N continued being her lovable, charming self.

"Come on, you know better," Y/N smiled up at Minjeong. "Organize your calculations; otherwise, you'll get lost." Her voice was low and soft, matching the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the library.

The view outside the window was gorgeous, with autumn coloring the pavements in red and yellow. The air was starting to grow cold, and the familiar, heartwarming scent of winter was beginning to make its presence felt.

Minjeong sat back in her chair, draped in a hoodie and sweatpants. She didn’t have classes that day, so her only obligation was tutoring. Usually, she’d be more grumpy about it, but at that moment, all that bothered her was the fact that Y/N was only wearing baggy jeans and a Real Madrid jersey.

"How are you not cold?" Minjeong asked, her gaze lingering on the jersey.

Y/N was becoming more and more accustomed to Minjeong's random topic changes during their sessions. At first, she did it when she couldn't solve a problem, but eventually, she started doing it when she needed a small break—a distraction from the numbers for a little while.

She looked down at her attire. "I'm good with the cold. Warmth usually bothers me more."

Minjeong grimaced. "Weirdo," she muttered under her breath. "How can it not bother you?" she asked incredulously. "It’s so damn cold I can’t even feel my fingers inside this hoodie."

Y/N smiled, raising an eyebrow at Minjeong. "Isn’t your band name Winter?"

Minjeong couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Y/N knew about her band? She cleared her throat, forcing her curious thoughts aside. Of course Y/N knew about Aespa... everyone at the university did.

But for Y/N to know Minjeong's stage name, she must have done some kind of research, right?

No, probably not. Definitely not.

"That’s because I was born during winter, not because I like it," she replied petulantly.

"Also because you’re all cold and mysterious, no?" Y/N nudged her side softly as a joke.

They usually sat across from each other, but that day, Minjeong had forgotten her textbook at home—again. So, she decided to sit beside Y/N to see her computer screen better.

The smirk slowly disappeared from her face as she sat in silence. Minjeong hated how she found Y/N's jokes somewhat endearing and cute. She hated how Y/N's laugh made her heart skip a beat and how everything Y/N did and said easily derailed her train of thought.

She tried to ignore the small brush of Y/N's skin as the girl nudged her.

"Shut up," Minjeong muttered, looking back down at the paper in front of her.

Y/N’s smile softened as she watched Minjeong work.

God, she wanted her. She really, really wanted her. Everywhere she went, she thought about her—about how monotonous life had been until now. She hadn’t even realized it. Before, she couldn’t have cared less if the world ended. Now, she told herself she’d hold on to every single day if it meant getting to spend an additional moment with Minjeong. She used to feel exhausted, but now, just the thought of seeing Minjeong gave her the energy to run up every hill in the country.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch?" Minjeong asked, her voice laced with slight annoyance as she noticed Y/N staring at her. She shifted in her seat, turning to look back at Y/N. Her hoodie sleeve slipped from her hands, exposing her fingers.

Cold.

Her fingers had gotten cold again.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, her cheeks flushed, realizing she had been caught staring. She quickly looked away and cleared her throat. "Sorry... here." She reached for her jacket, discarded on the back of her chair, and handed it to Minjeong.

The blonde girl shook her head, eyes wide in surprise. "What’s that for? There’s no need—"

Y/N interrupted her. "You won’t be able to concentrate on the exercises if you’re cold. Just take it."

Minjeong shut her mouth, her lips pressing into a thin line.

And there it was again, the warmth. She tried to convince herself that the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and the soft pink tint on her cheeks were due to her body warming up, not because of Y/N’s sweet and kind gesture. Silently, she took the jacket from Y/N and slipped it on, wrapping it around her frame.

"So... you like corrupt teams?" she attempted to change the subject, hoping Y/N hadn’t noticed her flustered state.

Y/N furrowed her brow in confusion before remembering the jersey and rolling her eyes. "I like the best."

"Yeah, yeah, you’ve had six penalties in seven games. That’s the best at being the worst." Minjeong shot back, inwardly loving the way Y/N’s mouth fell open in indignation.

"What are you? A Barca fan?"

"Better than being a Madrid fan." Minjeong grinned victoriously as she watched Y/N's face twist in annoyance.

Minjeong had never been a huge football fan; in fact, she preferred basketball. But annoying Y/N about it was just too tempting to resist.

"Sure, whatever you say." Despite her words, Y/N's finger unconsciously drifted to the club's emblem on her chest.

Minjeong's eyes followed the movement, noticing how Y/N's long, slender finger brushed the fabric. She quickly tore her gaze away, looking back down at the problems in front of her. Her attention span wasn’t at its best that day—or on any day she had to coexist alongside Y/N.

"Minjeong?"

She hummed, tilting her head to look at her. "Yeah?"

Y/N held her gaze for a few seconds, an amused smile rising to her face as she shook her head. "I asked if you’re ready to get back to work."

Minjeong’s eyes widened slightly, realizing the way Y/N was looking at her.

What an idiot... God, how embarrassing.

She cleared her throat, shifting awkwardly in her seat and refocusing on the papers. Yeah, no. She wasn’t ready. Turning in her chair again, she faced Y/N with a raised eyebrow. "Why do you never ask me about my life?"

Y/N blinked at the question. Had she even heard that right?

Fiddling with her pen, she met Minjeong's impassive expression. "Would you like me to ask you about your life?"

"I—"

Minjeong didn’t know how to reply.

Part of her wanted to say no, to maintain the facade of an uninterested girl who didn’t care and didn’t want to be there. The other part, the one she wanted to ignore, desperately longed to answer yes and reveal the parts of herself she kept hidden from everyone else.

"I didn’t ask if you wanted to," she replied with a shrug, avoiding the answer. "I was just wondering why you never ask. Aren’t you curious?"

Y/N wasn’t sure how to respond. Minjeong always had this push-and-pull dynamic, saying one thing but meaning another. Y/N had been getting better at reading between the lines, but it was still a work in progress.

"Why didn’t you become a soldier like you always said you would?"

The question caught Minjeong by surprise, her eyebrows shooting up in genuine shock.

"How—" She paused, furrowing her brow as she remembered. Right. They went to high school together. Back then, Minjeong always told everyone she was planning on becoming a soldier, like everyone else in her family.

The truth was, her family didn’t particularly support her decision. Her father, in particular, was still bitter about it. Minjeong hadn’t talked to him in a while.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at Y/N's calm and expectant face. "Why do you remember that? It was ages ago."

Y/N tilted her head slightly, deciding not to mention that she had never forgotten many things about Minjeong—small details like her favorite color being ivory, her favorite season being fall, and even her favorite animal, movies, and songs.

"Your goal was quite unique and memorable," she shrugged. "Not every day you meet a future soldier."

Minjeong reminded herself that she was the one who instigated this conversation. She gulped, looking down at her hands. "I won a composition competition in the summer, and the first prize was a full scholarship here at SM. I didn’t think I’d accept it, but then I met Jimin. When she told me she was coming here, I figured I could go for it too. I wanted to follow what I liked instead of what was expected of me, you know?"

Y/N nodded, understanding. She knew Minjeong was a musical genius, so the story made sense. Minjeong had wished to follow in her family's footsteps, but her passion ultimately spoke louder.

"That's very admirable of you."

Y/N's genuine admiration seeped through her voice, leaving Minjeong feeling slightly vulnerable. No one had ever described her decision as admirable. Her family, especially her father, had seen it as a betrayal, and even her friends had expressed surprise, if not outright doubt, about her choice.

Minjeong decided to scoff playfully. "Says the student council president slash honor student slash tutor slash n°1 playgirl."

Y/N's mouth fell open, slightly horrified at the "playgirl" label. She was many things, yes, but a playgirl?

"N°1 playgirl?" She fought the urge to laugh. Y/N had maybe kissed two or three people in her entire life, all of whom she had dated seriously. Sure, maybe one or two of them had reminded her a little too much of Minjeong... but still.

"Don't play dumb." Minjeong rolled her eyes, raising a knowing eyebrow. "You're a magnet for girls and boys." Her expression seemed nonchalant, but something in her eyes held a bitterness that cut deeper. She quickly looked away, focusing back on the exercise sheets.

Y/N watched her with surprise. Funny, she thought the same thing about Minjeong—not that she was a playgirl, but that she attracted literally everyone. Especially during the university parties where Aespa had their shows. Y/N knew for a fact that Minjeong caught everyone's attention when she played her electric guitar on stage.

"Minjeong-ahhh." Y/N called softly, poking the girl’s side to get her attention. She poured all her honesty into her next words. "I'm not a playgirl."

Minjeong’s heartbeat quickened as Y/N’s soft hand pressed against her side. She tried to look annoyed, shifting in her seat and giving Y/N a small glare, but when she met the genuine emotions behind those pretty eyes, her resolve crumbled.

"You're not?"

Y/N shook her head. "I'm not, I promise." She chuckled lightly. "If anything, I'm the opposite of that."

Minjeong's face betrayed her disbelief as she regarded Y/N skeptically. "As in what? A nun?" She deadpanned, an amused smile rising to her lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed despite the smile on her face. She poked Minjeong's side again. "Don't be a brat."

"Shut up." Minjeong mumbled, feeling the soft pokes on her side again. Her stomach fluttered at the action.

She moved a hand to swat Y/N's away, attempting to maintain her poker face and not let the girl see how much she was affecting her. But the truth was, Y/N's honest confession had struck a chord in Minjeong. There was something about the way her eyes lit up with confidence and honesty that made Minjeong want to trust her—to give in. Minjeong had seen Y/N with girls around the university, sure, but maybe those were just friends or people from the student council board. Maybe Y/N wasn't as bad as her friends said.

"You're incredibly annoying, you know that?" Y/N asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

She reached out to poke Minjeong again, but Minjeong swiftly grabbed her hand.

"If I annoy you, then I'm doing my job correctly," Minjeong replied with a smirk and an arched eyebrow, holding Y/N's offending hand in a tight grip. She tugged at the wrist, pulling Y/N closer. The action felt like a small victory.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, eyeing the girl in front of her, the smirk still firmly on her lips.

Y/N felt flustered by the sudden closeness, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. "Ask me anything."

Minjeong paused for a few seconds, studying Y/N as she took a few deep breaths to compose herself.

"Are you in a relationship?" she bluntly asked, tilting her head and refusing to avert her gaze.

Y/N looked as surprised by the question as Minjeong felt. The blonde hadn’t expected the words to come out of her own mouth.

She cleared her throat, her ears reddening, but she didn’t look away for a second. "No. What about you?" The simple thought of Minjeong being with someone squeezed her chest annoyingly tight.

Minjeong shook her head, her heartbeat quickening as she realized she was just a tad too close to Y/N, their faces mere inches apart. She held her gaze firm, the determined expression never leaving her face.

"So you’re not seeing anyone right now?" she asked, her grip tightening around Y/N's wrist, fingers digging into the skin.

Minjeong's eyes drifted from Y/N's eyes to her lips. It would be so easy to just lean in and connect their mouths...

Y/N felt her heart racing even more as she noticed Minjeong's gaze. She fought back the urge to lick her lips before responding.

"I'm—"

She was cut off by a soft noise.

Both girls snapped out of their shared bubble and looked down at the desk, where Y/N's alarm was vibrating against the table, silent in the library but loud enough to catch their attention.

It was the end of their session.

Y/N cleared her throat and looked away, cursing the entire universe inside her head. The one time she was starting to connect with Minjeong. The ONE time.

Minjeong’s heartbeat slowed, replaced by a mist of disappointment that filled her chest. She had been too close to what she wanted. And of course, there had to be something to ruin it all. She swallowed down the bitter feeling and quickly untangled her fingers from Y/N’s wrist, leaning back in her chair.

She didn’t make eye contact as she spoke. “Finally,” she forced out.

“Finally?” Y/N chuckled lightly, shaking her head as she started gathering her belongings. “It wasn’t that bad, we spent half the session talking.”

The sight of Y/N’s amused expression was almost too much for Minjeong. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep a neutral look on her face.

“Half?” Minjeong deadpanned, moving to pack her things as well. “More like 90%. I should ask for a refund.”

Y/N snorted quietly, mindful of the noise they made as they pushed their chairs back and stood to leave. “A refund for your free tutoring?”

Minjeong nudged her lightly, holding the door open. “Time is money. You should know that, Miss President.”

Y/N shook her head, a smile still tugging at her lips as she walked out of the library, Minjeong by her side. “And how much is your time worth, hmm?”

Minjeong pursed her lips and stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, pretending to think of an answer.

Hold on.

This wasn’t her jacket.

“Shit,” she muttered, stopping in her tracks and shrugging off her backpack to return Y/N’s jacket. Night had fallen, and it was even colder now. Y/N stood outside in just her t-shirt jersey. “Here.”

“It’s fine, Minjeong-ah,” Y/N quickly dismissed, waving her off. “I can tell you’re still cold. Just keep it and give it back to me tomorrow.” She placed a hand on Minjeong’s shoulder to stop her from insisting.

Minjeong froze.

The moment Y/N touched her shoulder, her brain short-circuited. She snapped out of it quickly, though, forcing her expression back to its usual neutral look as she shoved the jacket into Y/N’s arms. “I’m not an idiot. I’m not gonna let you freeze out here because of me.”

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest, praying Y/N wouldn’t notice how much the small gesture had affected her.

“I’m not freezing,” Y/N insisted, smiling easily. “My car’s right around the corner. I’ll be fine. Just keep it.” She handed Minjeong her bag back and continued walking.

Minjeong cursed under her breath as she threw the backpack over her shoulder and quickly caught up. “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Y/N teased, clearly amused. “Always complaining.”

Before Minjeong could fire back, Y/N spoke up again, “Are you walking home?”

"Are you asking just to annoy me, or are you offering me a ride?" Minjeong replied, raising an eyebrow, trying to slow down her racing heartbeat. "Also, I live in the dorms. Housing is impossible in Seoul." The last thing she needed was to reveal how the thought of Y/N driving her home made her heart flutter and butterflies swarm in her stomach.

"You're very talkative today, you know that?" Y/N naturally led the way down the sidewalk to the parking lot.

She had gotten lucky with a parking spot right by the library entrance. After unlocking her white Mustang, she tossed her backpack onto the back seat and opened the door for Minjeong.

Minjeong hesitated at the door of Y/N’s Mustang, her pulse quickening at the unexpected invitation. Glancing up at Y/N, who wore her familiar easy smile, she felt a mix of excitement and anxiety. Spending time together at the library was one thing, but this felt different—a good kind of different.

"I just like to rile you up," Minjeong stated, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt. She glanced at the car’s interior with mild interest.

"Nice car," she added, her voice revealing more intrigue than she intended. She was a sucker for fast cars. "Since when are you rich?"

Y/N shook her head with a lighthearted chuckle, settling into the driver’s seat and turning on the car. The hum of the engine and the warmth of the heater filled the space as she noticed Minjeong still had her hands tucked inside the jacket pockets. Y/N eased the Mustang out of the spot.

"I'm not," Y/N responded casually.

Minjeong hummed, sinking into the comfortable seat, her eyes tracing the lines of Y/N’s profile.

"Did you save up all of your tutoring money for it then?" she teased with a smirk, the butterflies calming down as the conversation fell back into their familiar banter.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. "Tutoring is voluntary, honey. I don't get paid for it."

"Voluntary?" Minjeong couldn’t hide her surprise. "Then why the hell do you do it?"

The question came out before her brain could even process it, her attention momentarily distracted by the way the nickname honey made her stomach flutter.

"It's a good way to meet new fuck buddies."

Minjeong’s ears turned a slight shade of pink at Y/N’s crude remark. "Of course—I mean, you help people and then use them to satisfy your own needs. Makes sense! Just let me off, I’ll walk home," she spluttered, waving her hands dismissively.

Y/N chuckled, her eyes widening slightly at Minjeong's overreaction. "Relax, Minjeong-ah, I was joking." She smoothly shifted gears, turning onto one of Seoul's main roads. The late hour meant traffic had died down, allowing her to ease back into her seat, holding the steering wheel lightly with one hand resting on her lap. "Tutoring helps me keep up with my studies. You can only explain something to someone else when you know it very well yourself."

Minjeong scoffed, realizing she’d fallen for the cheap trick. She tried to suppress her embarrassment, her expression softening as she focused on Y/N’s words rather than how good she looked behind the wheel.

"Makes sense, I guess..." she mumbled, her tone more serious. "Still, it must be exhausting."

Minjeong knew Y/N led a hectic life. High scores in every class, president of the student council, a teacher assistant, and daily tutoring sessions. On top of that, she was incredibly attractive and owned a nice car. There had to be something wrong with her. Minjeong had convinced herself Y/N was a playgirl earlier, but the genuine way Y/N had denied it left her questioning everything.

Minjeong sighed. She was so screwed.

"It keeps me busy," Y/N shrugged, her tone softening. "Which is good."

"You’re not scared of burning out, Miss President?" Minjeong teased, though her concern was genuine. She couldn’t figure out why, but the idea of Y/N collapsing under the weight of all her responsibilities made her chest tighten.

Y/N stopped at a red light, turning to meet Minjeong’s gaze. The blonde was the first person outside her close friends who had ever shown real concern about her well-being.

"I only have two years left. I’ll be fine," Y/N replied, her voice resolute. She had to manage everything—she didn’t have another choice.

Minjeong’s heart melted under Y/N’s intense eyes, that familiar look that made her feel exposed, like Y/N could read her every thought. It was the same every time they met—warmth, butterflies, the addicting pull toward this girl that Minjeong wasn’t sure she wanted to escape.

"How about this..." Minjeong cleared her throat. "Every time you feel like things are getting too much, you call me, and we’ll just chill and do nothing together."

Y/N’s heart flipped at the suggestion. The sight of Minjeong’s sincere gaze made it even harder to say no. She wanted to protest, to say there was no way she had time to relax. But then, the irrational part of her brain whispered that she would do anything for a few more moments in Minjeong’s company.

"Fine," Y/N agreed, a small smile tugging at her lips. "But only if you do the same. I know you're always busy with your band and everything."

Minjeong almost sighed in relief at Y/N’s agreement. Something inside her knew this was a better solution than watching Y/N push herself until her limit.

"Got it." Minjeong nodded, her lips curving into a smile as she turned to look out the window. The passing streetlights reminded her how close they were to the dorms. She wanted to spend more time with Y/N but had to accept that they were arriving.

It only took a minute for Y/N to pull up to the SM dorms and put her car in park.

"Here you go," She said, turning to Minjeong with a self-satisfied smile. "Safe and sound."

Minjeong rolled her eyes in amusement as she reached to undo her seatbelt. "I would've made it on my own, you know, Mustang or not."

She made no move to leave the car, though. A part of her wanted to stay in there—in the warmth of Y/N's presence—for just a little longer. "Thanks for the ride, though."

"It was nothing." Y/N pursed her lips, teasingly adding, "You can pay me back by finishing those exercises you skipped today."

Minjeong let out a soft laugh, "Of course the President had an ulterior motive all along," she mumbled, amusement dancing in her eyes as she reached for the door handle.

"Your exam is next week! My ulterior motives are your lifeline."

Minjeong knew Y/N was right, of course, but she'd never let her have the satisfaction of winning. "Yeah, yeah... can’t believe I thought you were just being nice."

Y/N’s mouth fell open in mock indignation, her brain preparing a defense speech. Before she could say a word, Minjeong suddenly leaned in and pressed a quick, light kiss to her cheek.

"I’ll see you tomorrow, Pres."

Y/N didn’t even have time to process what had just happened before Minjeong opened the passenger door and stepped out of the car.

"I—goodbye!" Y/N called out, watching Minjeong wave as she walked up to the dorms and disappeared inside.

When the door finally closed, Y/N slumped back into her seat, releasing a ragged breath. She hadn’t imagined that, had she?

A few minutes passed as she tried to regain her composure, but the feeling of Minjeong’s soft lips on her cheek lingered, leaving her unable to get the girl out of her head. She felt like her entire body could catch on fire right then and there.

Her phone suddenly buzzed with a new notification, snapping her back to reality. She glanced at the screen and read the text.

‘Are you going to stay out there the whole night?’

"Shit."

Y/N quickly drove off, mind filled with one thought and one thought only.

Kim Minjeong had kissed her.

:::

The rest of the week flew by with them meeting up almost every day. Minjeong’s exam was important, so Y/N rearranged her schedule to make more time for additional tutoring sessions. .

Their dynamic grew... heated.

Lingering gazes, light touches, and soft kisses on each other’s cheeks became a regular occurrence. Minjeong was especially flirty whenever she grew tired of math, and Y/N found herself too weak—or maybe too intrigued—to shut down her advances.

Eventually, the dreaded day arrived, and a nervous Minjeong found herself breezing through the exam. Seriously, she knew everything. Y/N had grilled all the exercises into her mind so thoroughly that Minjeong barely even had to read the questions anymore. Just one glance at the exercise, and she knew exactly what they wanted from her.

Naturally, two weeks later, when she received an 88% on the exam, she felt like she could burst with happiness. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she made her way to the cafeteria, searching eagerly for the student council president.

She approached their usual table, wondering if Y/N was there, when she overheard her name coming from the mouths of Niki and Yeonjun.

"Is our bet still going on?" Niki asked, raising an eyebrow. His lack of sleep and complete disinterest in his surroundings blinded him to Minjeong standing close by behind Yeonjun.

"Are you kidding me?" Yeonjun scoffed. "I saw Minjeong kiss Y/N’s cheek at the library last week. Our girl is definitely gonna bag her, no doubt about it."

"Yeah, well, the two-week delay is gone. Should we prolong it?"

Minjeong's fight-or-flight instinct kicked in immediately. She backed away, her mind racing.

No.

There was no way Y/N had managed to trick her. Minjeong was smart. She had a head start because she knew what Y/N was like.

…and yet she had still fallen for it?

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of anger and sadness bubbling up inside her.

Minjeong rushed to an empty bathroom stall and locked herself in, her breaths coming out ragged as she sat down.

How could she have been so naive?

She had seen this kind of thing happen before. She knew what Y/N was like. She was a fucking dumbass- that's what she was.

So why was she crying? Why did it hurt so badly? Why did she suddenly feel so disgusted with herself, knowing that Y/N had made a bet on her?

Minjeong lost all sense of time. She had no idea how long she had stayed inside that bathroom stall. All she knew was that her phone eventually buzzed and she reached for it with a sniffle, eyes welling up again as she saw the name on the screen.

President💋: So........??? Don’t leave me hanging, Min! How did the exam go?

Her chest clenched at the sight of the name. This girl... This girl had the audacity to play with her feelings like this... for what?

Minjeong's stomach twisted, her eyes blurring with unshed tears. Her hands trembled as she wiped them away, pressing the call button. The phone rang for a few seconds before Y/N’s voice came through.

"Sorry for taking so long to answer, I was in the middle of a meeting." Y/N's voice was just as sweet and warm as always. She was good—disgustingly good. "How did it go, honey?"

Minjeong forced a smile, knowing Y/N would be able to sense her tone. "Hey, pres! Guess who got an 88?"

Y/N gasped on the other end, excitement spilling into a ramble that Minjeong couldn't even follow.

"Come to my show tomorrow night," Minjeong interrupted, her voice steady despite the chaos inside her, "I want to personally thank you for your help."

If Y/N wanted to play with her, then Minjeong would play her back.

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queeenarii · 9 months ago

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[12:29 am] - cheol

“slow down,” he’s practically begging you “please, sl-slow down or i’m going to bust” his head is thrown back against the headboard. with newfound determination you manage to grind yourself down harder on his hips, pushing him deeper inside. “babe,” he tries warning in a stern voice “i’m serious”.

a small sigh leaves your lips as you pout, lifting the shirt that is covering where the two of you are connected. bringing your hips to a deep, slow grind you whine. “but baby,” you lull your head to the side, your eyes glazed over in a pleasure filled haze “your cock feels so good”. your head rolls back as you close your eyes and speed up your pace again, while reaching down passed your tummy to give your clit the attention it needed. you let out a loud, straggled groan at the added stimulation. small huffs of seungcheol’s name and strings of cursing fly from your mouth. seungcheol is in awe watching you; he’s never seen you this desperate for pleasure before and he’s becoming addicted to it.

seungcheol is quick to action when you pick up the pace, tightening his grip on your thighs, sticky from the mess you’re making on his lap. as his grip tightens seungcheol forces you to stop all your movements. just when you’re about to protest he braces his feet to the mattress and brings your hips up, lifting you from him, then drops you down as he thrusts up into you, fucking you from below.

a loud moan leaves your chest as you throw your head back, holding on to his arms, leaving marks as you steady yourself. “‘m gonna cum soon,” seungcheol warns as he sits up straighter and tangles a hand in your hair, tugging your head back to expose your neck. he leans forward enough to leave wet kisses on your pulse points as he drills into you.

seungcheol is breathing against your neck when you feel yourself begin to let go, “cumming, seungcheol” you pant as he begins to fuck you harder. you’re so desperate for release you can hear his movements within you as much as you feel them, which turns you on even more. before you know it you’re reciting “i’m cumming” as if it were a mantra as you squeeze around seungcheol. you’re gripping his head to steady yourself, actively pushing him deeper into your neck.

“fuck,” seungcheol grunts as your high washes over you and you tighten around his cock. he’s leaving soothing kisses on your neck as your grip on him loosens. seungcheol manages to bring his forehead to yours leaving open mouthed kisses on your lips while you continue to moan out his name. your hips are still grinding down on his lap as you ride out your high and hope that seungcheol is close to his. “almost there baby,” he whispers against your lips “so good for me, angel. just like that, keep moving just like that, you feel so fucking good.” a few more rolls of your hips and mentions of how good he feels and how big he is and he’s a goner. seungcheol’s hips falter as his pace becomes uneven and he’s digging his fingers into your hips to keep you steady. he’s thrown his head back against the headboard again as he cums inside of you, filling you to the brim.

you sit on his lap and wiggle your hips as he comes down, teasing him slightly, only stopping when he says your name in a soft warning. “fine,” you pout “you’re so mean to me… never let me have any fun.” you pretend to be mad, crossing your arms over your chest, huffing it out, jutting your chin and turning your head away from him, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

seungcheol sighs, dragging his hand over his face before rubbing his temples to calm himself down before questioning you, “then what was all of this?”

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queeenarii · 10 months ago

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your works make me feel feelings🤭 could you do pls soft dom kun with 1, 17 and 25?🧎🏻‍♀️

kun + “let me see those eyes” + “hands behind your back” + “does that feel good?”

w/c: 713

a/n: addendum to my requests being closed. they are always open for soft dom kun <3 my favourite animal is me writing kun smut etc

tags: afab female reader, soft dom kun, masturbation, unprotected pinv, doggy style, hair pulling

“it’s not that I don’t want to touch you, sweetheart,” kun croons from the other side of the bed, eyes trained on the fingers working in and out of your cunt, “you just haven’t earned it yet.”

the look he gives you is almost apologetic as he shifts his gaze to your face. almost. impervious to your whimpering, he just tilts his head to the side as you beg to be touched, anywhere, even just a little.

and yet you get your hopes up when he moves toward you. your fingers slow to a stop, breath caught in your throat, as he lays down next to you, brushes your hair off your forehead.

“let me see those eyes,” he mutters, his gaze so steady you feel like he can see inside you. search his gaze for any indication of his intentions, but all you find behind his dark eyes is a hint of irritation.

“i didn’t say you could stop.” he raises an eyebrow, eyes still fixed on you. he closes them to sigh, a soft smile dispelling his impatient look. “you’re that tired, angel? you need me to take over?”

“please,” you manage, though your mind is singing finally finally finally. “anything you want, please.”

“how can i say no to that?” he chuckles and slides off his boxers, groaning lightly as the fabric brushes against the tip of his erection. you forget sometimes just how much he likes watching you. you remember, now.

“lay on your stomach for me, sweetheart.” he keeps his smile, brushing his thumb against your chin. “hands behind your back.”

he softens the command with a peck to your cheek, but an order is still very much an order. you roll over, clasp your hands behind your back as he positions your hips. (302)

kun traps your wrists together in one hand and spreads you with the other. the silence of the moment is broken only by the lewd squelching of your pussy as he teases you with his tip, coating his length in your juices.

“you did good, angel. now let me take care of you.” his approving hum turns into a low, shaky groan as he eases into you. with your face pressed against the pillow, you only have sound and sensation to focus on. the sound of his breathy moans as he ruts into you, the sensation of his thick cock filling you up, a sensation your fingers could never hope to replicate.

“fuck-” he tangles his fingers in your hair, pulls your head from the pillow so you can respond, “does that feel good? answer me, now. use your words.”

“ah, good, so good,” you cry out between whimpers, “thank you, kun, thank you.”

“good girl,” he growls, “so grateful for my cock, letting me fuck you like this, pussy feels so fucking good around me.”

your body responds to his praises with more aching pressure, wild desire, “mm- harder, kun, need to cum, ah-”

“yeah?” he draws his hips back and picks up the pace, harder, faster, the force of his thrusts driving the fist in your hair back. the pain turns your whimpers into desperate cries of ecstasy, numb to everything but his pulling at your hair, his cock throbbing between your walls.

“wanna-” you choke out, “wanna cum with you, want you to cum inside me, please-”

“cum-” he barely gets the word out before he releases, cock twitching and stiffening as he floods you with his cum, “cum for me, fuck-” he holds steady inside you as you climax, clenching around him, white-hot pleasure overtaking your vision. he releases his grip on your hair and lowers you down to the pillow, stroking and soothing your scalp as you both come down.

once you’ve settled, he gently slides out of you, grabs the towel he set aside to help you clean up. “fuck,” he laughs as you roll over to face him, revealing the damp spots on the sheets, “we made quite a mess, you wanna jump in the shower?”

“if you’ll join me?” you reach a hand up to his face, motion for him to lay next to you.

“needy little thing, hm?” he keeps laughing and kisses your cheek, “of course.”

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queeenarii · 10 months ago

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johnny x reader - smut (1.2 k)

the original ask: can i request johnny beings so fed up getting teased by the reader then he fucked her in front of all the members pls 🥺 ?

ok so this is OLD and has been sitting in my drafts forever bc i actually wrote the whole thing and then lost all of my work. to the anon that sent that request forever ago i hope you see this 😪

dynamic: johnny x female reader with all 127 members watching

warnings/tags: smut, johnny fucking reader in front of all members, other members get themselves off while they watch, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgy vibes but not really?, dirty filthy smut i’m sorry i wrote this

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queeenarii · 11 months ago

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kyo bday sex..... especially after they won😵😵 it would be so passionate and he would make so much noise 😵😵😵😵😵

my askbox is closed but it's for the birthday boy so 🤍 we make exceptions! i wanted to so badly to give him a daddy kink but not everyone is into that so 😭

keeho's dorm room is a symphony of his moans and your cries, "fuck, i need to move out so we can do this more often."

your response is some babbled nonsense he doesn't quite catch between whimpers and the sounds of your lovemaking. "we could move in together, baby. have a little place all to ourselves- jesus"

his eyes squeeze shut, hips pressed flush against your own. this was much better than going to dinner with his members. mentally, he was praising you for your quick thinking of a ruined surprise. if only they knew that ruined surprise was you.

"only makes sense i- fuck, move out." his hands squeeze your own, eyes leveled with your fucked out face, "you still in there, princess?"

"yes- yes sir," you moan. it's not often you get to feel him this ravenous. only after wins, or after he's been on tour.

"good."

with that, he's moving once more. his pace is hurried, but with every thrust you feel yourself getting lighter.

"best birthday gift a man could ask for," he grunts, hand traveling down to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, "jesus fuck-"

"'m so proud of you kyo," your words have his hips slowing, eyes blown wide with lust. "so so proud."

"i love you so much, baby, so so much," he pushes into you deeper than ever, "was looking for you in the crowd- all night, knew you would come for me, you're such a good-"

"kyo, close," you whine, pressing little kisses along his jaw. his hips pick up with renewed vigor, pressing right into that little spot that always makes you shake.

"c'mon baby, just a little more," he whines with you. his eyes roll back, lip caught between his teeth.

"inside- please, please, inside,"

"god, yes, of course-"

for a moment it feels like you're underwater. your head rushes, eyes fluttering closed. your whole body shakes.

and then there's your boyfriend. keeho's pressed into you so far he can almost feel your cervix resisting him. his mind is swimming. all he can feel is you squeezing around him, and his heart hammering away in his chest. this is everything he's ever wanted.

"fuck, i love you so much."

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queeenarii · 11 months ago

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18+ minors dni.

pairing: kun x fem!reader (ft. ten)

warnings: noncon, manipulation, explicit sexual content, brief physical abuse.

wc: 1.1k

inspired by this story from @riizeblr ! the og idea is so good — cr. to her <3 (hope the tag is okay!)

Kun just can’t stop. Well, that’s what he convinces himself. That your little cunt is simply too tight for him to stop fucking it. Too warm and wet.

He would have preferred if Ten wasn’t there, too, but he guesses he couldn’t do this without him. He’s the only one who understands him. Or, at least, who wouldn’t judge him for having normal desires.

That’s how he felt when he saw you in the hotel lobby. He felt desire, a strong want to have you in some way.

You were speaking to the receptionist, probably booking a room. You had spoken in English, and when he heard that, he somewhat felt a little disappointed. Yes, he can understand a little English, but he struggles a lot.

How could he have you if he can’t communicate with you?

With Ten’s help that he so generously offered, seeing his friend’s expression when looking at you. It was blatantly obvious that he was attracted to you and wanted to do something about it.

That’s how you ended up here, on the floor of their hotel room with Kun’s body between your legs.

Ten’s easy going, so friendly and charming. He only needed to smile at you and use kind words to lure you in while Kun stood beside, unable to control his staring.

So naive, he thought as you followed Ten inside, but it worked in his favour. He definitely owes his friend after that one.

Kun reaches down to kiss you, forcing your mouth open and exploring it with his tongue, muffling your noises at the same time. You squirm underneath him, trying to thrash your arms away, but Kun holds them down firmly on each side of your head. He pays it no mind. He’s been anticipating this moment since he’s laid eyes on you.

As he pulls away, your lips all swollen and glossy, Ten chuckles, prompted on the bed that you’re laying in front of. He laughs lightly, like it’s really funny to see one of his closest friends use a poor foreigner girl for his own pleasure.

You cry, still trying to pull on your wrists, glancing at Ten, eyes clearly fearful and desperate. He smiles in a way that seems innocent , but you know better than to trust this man, now. His intentions are just purely evil.

Kun then mumbles something incomprehensible to you, his face really close to yours, slowly thrusting his cock into you.

“He wants you to look at him,” Ten explains, raising his eyebrows to encourage you to do just that.

You sob, reluctantly turning your head, meeting the eyes of the man who’s forcing his cock between your walls without any remorse.

His floppy bangs brushes your face, making you frown at the ticklish feeling. His mouth is fully open, letting out heavy breaths that directly hit you in the face. You quietly whimper, holding eye-contact because that’s what he wants you to do.

You keep clenching around him, and Kun just can’t get enough. Voluntarily or not, he loves feeling you tightening around his girth, makes him believe you want this as much as he does. What a pretty little thing you are.

Kun says something else, his voice rumbling through your ear, and you know he addresses you, talks to you, but Ten has to translate for him in order for you to understand, to do what he wishes.

Ten chuckles again, registering Kun’s words before translating them in English for you. “Call him gege,” he instructs.

That’s what makes you break eye-contact with Kun to his dismay, glancing at Ten in utter confusion. You shake your head as a no, and that upsets him.

Ten reaches your face and slaps you, which inevitably makes your head turn to the side, a cry escaping your lips. It wasn’t as hard as you anticipated it to be, but it was sharp. Enough to make you scrunch your eyes shut.

The thrusts have suddenly stopped and when you open your eyes back, Kun shoots a glare at Ten, clearly not appreciating what he just did.

“What? You want her to do what you want or not?” He questions his friend. “I’m just motivating her, that’s all,” Ten groans, defending his actions.

“Don’t-” Kun begins, searching for his words, “touch her.”

Ten only rolls his eyes, “whatever.” He looks back at you, now seeming more annoyed than playful. “Come on; gege, it isn’t difficult.”

You hate him. You hate the two of them.

As you face Kun, he gradually goes back to his pace, continuing to fuck your pussy, lewd, squelching noises echoing in the room. His hold around your wrists seems to tighten, moving your hands higher above your head as he moves his hips back and forth.

You swallow down the uncomfortable lump in your throat, blinking to try to clear your view that has been obstructed by the flow of your tears. “Gege,” you finally say in a low tone, cheeks burning hot from the humiliation that you feel.

A high-pitched moan slips past your lips when he pounds into you with more force, biting down on your lip to suppress the accidental sounds you make.

You pronounce it with a slight accent, but Kun doesn’t mind. It sounds pretty good, in his opinion. It sounds right. Sounds how he likes it.

He murmurs a praise he knows you don’t understand, but Ten is quick to translate.

“He said you’re a good girl,” Ten smirks.

This time, you don’t look away from Kun. You just take it. Endure it.

It doesn’t take long until he steadies his hips and you soon feel him filling you up, releasing himself inside of you. He thrusts two or three times before your cunt milks him totally dry, pulling out of you with a satisfied groan.

For the only genuine kindness that he has, he pulls your underwear back up and covers your pussy. You don’t say a word, you just follow his rhythm, getting up on your feet.

You feel lightheaded, your legs a bit wobbly. It’s like there’s a gaping hole between your legs and you can’t ignore it, nor will you be able to in the next few hours.

Kun and Ten bring you to the door, Kun’s hand grasping your bicep to prevent you from tripping over. He opens the door, but Ten holds you back for a second.

“Wish I had laid eyes on you first if I knew it was that easy to have you,” he whispers beside your ear, a playful smile drawn on his face.

Kun watches, a little irritated he doesn’t catch on what Ten said to you, but he can conclude it’s nothing sweet by the way your eyes widden.

You quickly leave their hotel room, not once looking behind and Ten closes the door.

It doesn’t matter anymore. He got what he wanted, and that’s it.

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| pairing: Virgin!Hendery x Virgin!fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Loss of virginity. Mentions of sex toys. Protected vaginal sex. Nervous Hendery oml he's just a lil guy trying his best~~

| wc: 5.4k

| aurora's note: happy birthday to me and my birthday twin, hendery <3 (this is my first time using chinese terms in a fic. please correct me if anything is wrong as i am not familiar with cantonese or mandarin!)

When you two first met, it was funny that you shared a birthday— Neither you nor Hendery thought you’d fall in love with someone who had the same birthday, so it was a bit silly on dates whenever it would come up in conversation, or whenever his friends would be like, “Wait, so how many gifts do we get for you guys?” after you moved in together. “If you only get us one total, you better sleep with one eye open,” Hendery told them. He didn’t fuck around about his birthday. Yeah, it was funny between the two of you, but if there wasn’t a big pile of birthday presents for the both of you every year, he’d hold it against whoever gave you or him the short end of the stick for the entire year.

You thought it was cute. Especially when it was the first year you two spent your birthday together, that felt incredibly momentous because the two of you were still shy around each other while trying to navigate what it was like being in your first ever relationship. Was it okay to hold your hand? Yes, stupid. Was it okay to kiss you? Yes… “I’m sorry if I suck, though,” you had warned him the first time. “No, no… I’m sorry if I suck…” Was it okay to brag about you at work? Of course. Our birthday is approaching, do you want to do anything special— Only if you aren’t busy with friends and family, of course! You laughed at Hendery’s tendency to trip over his own words and fumble trying to say the right thing. He wanted to be a good boyfriend. He wanted to figure out how to treat you well, how to have a healthy, long lasting relationship with someone who meant the whole world to him. And you tried to reassure him as much as you could that he was perfect the way he was, and that his efforts weren’t going unnoticed. “Let’s get dinner together somewhere nice,” you offered. Hendery nodded, cheeks red, his shyness and excitement taking over him.

Hendery found a nice restaurant to take you out to, somewhere out of the ordinary in the hopes that no one would recognize him and take photos of the two of you. The last thing he wanted was to have your first shared birthday together ruined by a dating scandal. He treated you to everything nice. He wore his favorite suit, you impressed him with a pretty dress that had him staring at your tits a second too long before you caught him and he cleared his throat while trying to play it off coolly. At the restaurant, he ordered an expensive wine, eyeing you to see if you were also impressed, which you were. You enjoyed dinner together in a quiet corner, chatting about each other’s work and your birthday wishes for the year. He wished for a world tour with his group, and to spend White Day with you the following year— It was so far away that you didn’t even have it on your radar… but Hendery looked like he’d been considering it for a long time, and it was exciting to him. You wished to get a promotion at work, and to get to meet each other’s families. Hendery chuckled at that. He seemed to be relieved that you were so committed to a relationship with him that you were already considering meeting his parents. He’d never brought a girl home before. Hell, you’d never brought a boy home before… You both talked about what each other’s parents would think of the other. By the time dessert arrived, Hendery’s hand was on your thigh, and his cheeks were tinted red from the alcohol, and that was when he decided to start sobering up in order to get you home safely.

“I’ll just go home with you—”

The waiters began singing happy birthday while placing a piece of chocolate cake decorated with two birthday candles in front of the two of you. Hendery’s grip tightened on your thigh for a brief moment before he removed it altogether. You pouted slightly at the loss of touch. After the waiters left, you and Hendery shared the chocolate cake until you were both too full to eat the last few bites that remained on the plate. He called for the check with his hand, then it immediately found its place on your thigh again, causing you to question where the shy boyfriend you knew disappeared to with his soberness.

“Ready?” he asked you after the check came and went, the balance fully paid.

You nodded.

Hendery took your hand and led you out of the restaurant, navigating his way so well through the narrow streets and alleyways of Seoul. He must’ve heard your comment earlier because instead of guiding you home, Hendery took you back to his place casually, smiling at you nervously as he opened the front door and let you in. You’d stayed over before. Usually the two of you had dates at home because going out ran the risk of getting caught, and once you were comfortable with each other, cuddling in bed throughout the night became commonplace. It never went further than that, however. There was one time you thought that maybe the two of you would finally sleep together, until he rolled off and went to hide in the bathroom for a bit. Since then, you’ve mulled over a million reasons as to why he wouldn’t fuck you that time. Obviously you both knew you were virgins. It was one of the first things to come up in conversation after admitting that neither of you had been in a relationship before— But you figured that him being an idol meant he couldn’t date, but there were plenty of people for him to fuck! Nope… Hendery had the same amount of limited experience you did.

“You want water or anything?” Hendery asked after closing the door behind you and taking off his suit jacket.

You shook your head.

“Wanna open some gifts the boys got us?”

You nodded.

Hendery eyed you for a second. “You okay?”

“Yeah… Just… thinking.”

He nodded understandingly, like he knew there was no point in prying, so he moved to the living room where the piles of gifts from his group members were sitting. He left space on the couch for you to sit next to him. The redness on his face had disappeared during the walk home, and he was acting sober again; Yet when you sat on the couch, Hendery put his hand on your thigh again so casually and without a second thought about what it was making you think… or making you need…

“Let’s see what we’ve got. Chenle’s gifts are usually good, we can start there?”

You nodded again, gulping. “Sure.”

With his free hand, Hendery handed you the gift Chenle labeled for you, then he put his own gift from Chenle on his lap. You’d met the boys a handful of times, so it wasn’t odd that they seemed comfortable enough to buy you gifts for the first birthday you spent together with Hendery— However, you imagined that Hendery made his way around to all of them to make sure they actually got you something so as to not embarrass you or piss him off. It worked, telling by the large box Chenle gift wrapped for you.

Taking Hendery’s lead, you opened the box to reveal a very nice, expensive hair care kit, meanwhile Hendery cheered over the expensive watch he got. Jesus, how much money did Chenle really have?

“Mmm… Yuta next?”

“I thought he was in Japan, when did he have time to send us gifts?”

Hendery laughed. “I have my ways.”

Yuta’s gifts were smaller, but you honestly didn’t care about the size or the price, you were just grateful to be getting anything at all, even if it were due to Hendery’s strong arming.

Your jaw dropped when you opened the gift, immediately shutting the box and trying to hide it from Hendery. But it was too late. His attention was caught. With a laugh, he begged to see what it was, but you refused shyly, keeping the box out of his reach. Hendery laughed harder and stretched over your body in an attempt to steal the box, but the further you leaned away, the more he leaned over you, until eventually he was practically on top of you. Both of you froze. Hendery cleared his throat nervously. His gaze was glued to your lips while you were staring at his eyes to figure out what he was thinking about.

“It can’t be that bad,” he croaked, keeping the topic on Yuta’s gift. “Did he get you something mean? I’ll punch him for you.”

“He’d beat you up.”

“He’s not as scary as he looks.”

“Neither are you.”

Hendery smirked slightly, then used your lowered guard as his opportunity to steal the box before sitting upright on the couch and opening the box. He paused. You also sat up and looked at him rather than the gift.

“Oh.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I wonder what he got me, then.” He chuckled.

Both of you were silent as Hendery opened his gift from Yuta, revealing a pair of fluffy handcuffs meant for sex, hidden beneath a stack of condoms and a letter that read: “Hope these are the right size. Have fun.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d be a dumbass.” Hendery closed his box and set it to the side. You stared at your open gift that remained on his lap. “I’ll return them—”

“Wait.”

Yuta’s gift to Hendery had been a bit more on the nose than the gift to you. In your box was a vibrator with a note that said: “Don’t let him pussy out this time.” And you immediately regretted ever opening up to Yuta about the time you and Hendery nearly fucked— It was a moment of weakness, alright? You were confused, and frankly a bit hurt, and you knew that if you went to anyone really close to Hendery they would lie to you or tell him you were asking around about it, so… You went to someone you knew would give an honest opinion about sex and Henderyl but you never imagined that it would prompt him to send the two of you gifts that screamed, “Just fuck already!”

Was he wrong, though?

It’d been a while since the two of you started dating, and you were already talking about meeting each other’s families and spending White Day together. Was it really outrageous to expect that maybe you and Hendery could finally…

“I’ll keep it,” you told him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to buy one.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

With a faux sense of confidence, you retrieved your gift and set it to the side so that it was out of sight, out of mind for Hendery.

“What about yours?” you egged on. He looked confused and anxious. “Are you going to keep yours?”

Hendery looked at his closed gift to his far side. “I—” He choked on air. “I don’t know. Not sure when I’d even use it…” He couldn’t bear to look at you as he said it.

“Why not now?”

That brought his attention back to you, his still wide with shock, his hand on your thigh instinctively squeezing, all a sign of him asking if you were sure of what you were saying, like you were an idiot and hadn’t been thinking about it ever since dinner. It seemed fitting, right? Both of you losing your virginities on your birthday… And Yuta was somewhat of a help in instigating what you desired since it gave you a less awkward, or at least less direct, way of telling Hendery that you were ready if he was too.

“O-Okay— Yeah— I mean, if you’re sure, yeah, that’s fine with me too—”

“Not the handcuffs, though.”

Hendery really looked like a deer lost in headlights. Adorable. “Yeah, I never expected—” He tripped over his tongue a bit, causing him to pause. “Are you sure about this, qīn'ài de? Like, absolutely sure?”

You nodded silently, unsure if you would be able to bring yourself to say it out loud due to your embarrassment and the way you couldn’t look at him when his hand started anxiously kneading your thigh. But to your surprise, Hendery lifted your head with a finger under your chin. Then he asked one more time if you were really, really, really fucking sure. When you croaked, “Yes, I’m sure,” Hendery tangled his hands with yours, causing you to whine again at the feeling of his hand abandoning your leg. You squeezed his hands for leverage while you stood up. At eye level with you, Hendery leaned in to kiss you passionately, forcing you to stumble back a step accidentally until he caught you, then began slowly navigating you towards the bedroom.

“Condoms,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Shit— Right—”

Hendery pulled away from you entirely to run back to the couch to retrieve the gift box from Yuta. He was headed back your way when he stopped. You watched as he dug through the box, grabbing only two condoms, leaving the rest and the pair of handcuffs behind before dropping the box onto the couch and returning to you. You giggled as you embraced him for another kiss.

Finally, the two of you were able to make it to the bedroom for real while giggling like a pair of immature idiots who could only laugh about the fact that you two a couple with no experience and that made the idea of having sex seem silly because if it wasn’t that, then it was nerve wracking, and neither of you wanted to think about that. At least he looked as on edge as you were. It comforted you to know that you weren’t alone in the experience or the feelings coursing through your body as Hendery laid you down on the bed gently with a hand cradling the back of your neck for support. Immediately, he tilted his head to begin attacking your neck. In the past, the two of you made out plenty, and as such you discovered that Hendery had a thing for hickies. Lots of them. Everywhere. Making them as noticeable as he could. Maybe that was why Yuta thought it was a good idea to gift such sexual items since it was clear from the get-go that Hendery was legit about keeping you and parading you around rather than just treating you like a one time or even a temporary thing.

However, what was completely new and unexpected was the way Hendery decided to grind his hips down, revealing to you how hard he was against your clothed clit. You let out an involuntary moan. Immediately, you grew embarrassed, trying to close your legs and hide away from him, but Hendery held your thighs open with his hands and he chuckled against your neck.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, hands already playing with the hem of your dress. After you nodded, Hendery leaned back slightly so that you had enough room to make space for pulling the dress up over your head. “Can I…” He stared at your chest. “I…”

It was obvious how Hendery was struggling to ask because he didn’t know where to begin with your bra, so you decided to teach him for future reference by unclasping it with ease then sliding the straps off your shoulders. Hendery looked like he was taking mental notes. Not only of how to undress you properly, but of every inch of your body that you were slowly revealing to him. When your bra fell onto the bed, Hendery’s breath shuddered as he couldn’t hold himself back from reaching out with both hands to play with them, fingers teasing your nipples, palms molding the plushness.

“I feel awkward,” you said, turning to look away from him. “You’re still dressed.”

“Oh. Right— Right, sorry, fuck, sorry.”

Hendery pulled away to start unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly before reaching down to fiddle with his belt. You looked at him again, admiring his abs, and the little bit of prickly hair on his pelvis that was growing in since the last time he shaved. When his belt was loose, Hendery unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants, then carefully shimmied out of them while keeping his balance between your legs and on the soft texture of the mattress.

He laughed nervously while tossing his shirt to the side. “Better?”

“Much.”

As you reached up to bring him back down to you for a kiss, his hands went to your chest with an obvious stroke of courage overtaking him so that he could knead them for the first time in his life. His palms passed over his nipples, and you moaned suddenly. Hendery swallowed the noises you made with a smile, his hips grinding down again, and now that there was just your panties and his boxers between the two of you, you could feel the weight of his erection and the real size of him finally.

“Give me your hand,” you said between kisses.

Hendery surrendered his left hand to you, allowing you to take his wrist and guide him down to your pussy, letting his fingers catch on to your intentions by pushing your panties to the side. And then he stopped, unsure of what to do.

“Press your fingers here—” Following your instructions, Hendery’s fingers found your clit, making you jolt with pleasure.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, fuck, feels so good. Rub it in circles.”

So he did, slowly, like he was testing the waters, watching to see through your reactions if he was doing it right or wrong. When you moaned his name and kissed him again, he knew that he was succeeding.

He panted into our mouth, “You’re so wet, qīn'ài de.”

“It’s your fault… Teasing me all night.”

He smirked. “What’re you talking about?” His fingers changed direction and applied more pressure.

“Your hand on my leg at dinner…” You squeezed his biceps to cope with the overwhelming pleasure. “And while opening gifts.”

“Two gifts.”

“Still distracting.”

“Like this?” He started flicking your clit faster, working you towards an orgasm. You nodded desperately.

An unexpected grip on his wrist urged Hendery to keep going, but his fingers were slipping, and he was having trouble figuring out if he needed to do something different or keep going the same, and once he lost his momentum, his uncertainty kicked in, leaving you with a fading orgasm. To avoid having him feel ashamed of the fact that he’d been so close to making you orgasm but couldn’t quite get there, you played it smooth by instigating the next step.

“I need you in me.”

Hendery was so blinded with lustful thoughts of what being inside of you would feel like that he didn’t even put the pieces together about why you were insisting all of a sudden. He leapt at the opportunity, his fingers leaving your clit so that he could take off your panties before stripping out of his boxers. Much to your own embarrassment, you stared at his cock, wondering how the Hell he would fit in you… Was he as big and scary as some of the guys in shitty online porn? No. But he was still carrying a good size that was long enough to make you think that maybe he would hit a spot somewhere beneath your belly button, and there was enough girth that you contemplated what the stretch would feel like. Hendery was preoccupied with the condoms that he didn’t notice you staring.

The first step was opening the plastic bag the condom was in, which Hendery did with ease; However, it was the second step of putting the condom on that gave him trouble, his shaky hands having a difficult time figuring out which way it was supposed to go, and how to roll it on. You fell in love with him all over again in that moment. It was a silly thing to prompt the “I love this man with my whole heart” thought, but… Seeing him struggle with it, while completely naked, his body shaking with excitement and a touch of anxiety reminded you that he was human too, and that he was just as in love with you and the idea of being with you as you were with him.

You figured it was in both of your best interests to lend him a helping hand, so you reached out to help him turn the condom the right way and put it on, but Hendery panicked.

“No, wait, wait, wait, I got it—” He fumbled with it again, his hips backing away from you. “If you touch me now, I might cum…” He blushed with embarrassment while you giggled to yourself. Both of you watched as he struggled for another few seconds to calm his shaking enough to get the opening of the condom to latch onto his tip before he rolled it down his length entirely. “Fucking asshole knew which size to get, too,” he whispered under his breath.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Hendery leaned over you again, forcing you flat on your back, your head hitting the pillows. His arms bracketed your shoulders, making you feel pinned and small beneath him… The reality of the situation was becoming all too real. The two of you were naked, in his bed, ready to fuck, and he looked so fucking good— Shit.

“Just, um, tell me if I should do something differently… Okay?”

“Same,” you replied.

Hendery nodded, strands of brown hair falling in front of his eyes while he took his dick in one of his hands so that he could line himself up with your entrance.

“There… Right?”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

He looked even more embarrassed about having to make sure, but that was better than going for it and ending up in the wrong hole unexpectedly. And, besides, you thought it was cute. Slowly, Hendery began sliding inside of you without any warning, looking down at where your bodies met to make sure that he was doing it right and wasn’t fucking anything up. When you winced, however, Hendery hesitated.

“Shit, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

Hendery hesitated. “I’m sorry.”

You tried to comfort him and simultaneously ease your own nerves by pulling him in for a passionate kiss that he melted into almost immediately. Only his tip was inside of you, but it already stung. More than you expected. The lack of experience with toys or partners meant you couldn’t guess what it would feel like, and the stretch you were contemplating earlier was all too noticeable.

“Okay,” you whispered against his lips.

Another few inches slowly entered you. Instead of wincing like before, you moaned a euphoric sound followed by his name— His real name. He snickered. Whenever you used his real name, it was either when you were extremely pissed off, or extremely in love with him… Sometimes he had a hard time telling the difference. But the way you were clinging to him desperately, inviting him to fill you up more and more, and you were moaning for him, he knew that you were so in love with him that you couldn’t think straight.

Once he was finally settling inside of you as far as he could go, both of you froze, waiting for the other to say or do something. Honestly, you would’ve preferred if Hendery just did it because you didn’t want to psych yourself out, but… He didn’t seem confident enough to make decisions on your behalf.

“You can move,” you told him confidently.

Hendery cautiously obeyed by pulling out about two inches before thrusting forward again. He continued soft, shallow movements for a little bit to not only help you stretch around him, but also to keep him from cumming too fast.

“Is this okay?”

For a moment, you debated giving him the truthful answer or not… But you promised each other that you’d be honest and speak up if something needed to change. After his fumble getting you to an orgasm, you felt like it was about time to say something.

“You can pull out more, and go faster. I won’t break, I promise.”

That was the greenlight he needed to start fucking you in a way that felt more proper, which mirrored what he’d seen in porn and dreamt about every time he thought about what his first time with you would be like. His cock slowly dragged along your velvety walls as he pulled out until his tip was caught on your entrance, then all of a sudden, he thrusted all the way back into you. You dug your fingers into his back. Hendery grunted, moving to hide his face in the crook of your neck while his hips increased speed and roughness with every other thrust. His pathetic grunts mixed with your desperate moans were more lewd than you could’ve imagined. Your body was sensitive to his every touch. Roaming hands, his pelvis hitting your clit, his stomach touching yours, and his cock pumping out of you— That was the best part. It hurt at first, yes, but the longer you endured it, the more pleasurable it became. At one point you wondered if you’d be able to cum just by having him fuck you… One day, perhaps.

“I’m t-t-trying, qīn'ài de, I’m sorry.”

You tugged on his hair to keep him close as you whispered, “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”

And that was enough to send Hendery over the edge, his whole weight collapsing on top of you as he groaned and finally came. At least you were pretty sure that was what happened. The way his length twitched inside of you and the condom shifted made you think that he was cumming… And his exhausted, hooded eyes seemed to indicate the same… You ran your fingers through his hair gently to comfort him while he came down from his high, his breath slowly returning to a normal pace. The whole thing seemed to be over in the blink of an eye. From the moment he pushed into you to his climax dwindling to an end, it was all said and done, and you felt a bit of whiplash in the moment.

“S-sorry…”

You laughed. “Why?”

“I couldn’t…” He hid his face in the crook of your neck to keep you from seeing his embarrassment. “I couldn’t make you cum.”

You laughed some more. “It’s okay. It was still fun.”

Slowly, Hendery pulled out of you, his gaze turned down to check on the condom before he slowly slid it off and carefully tied it off to keep it from spilling. And then he perked up with a sudden thought.

“Wait here.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as Hendery scrambled off the bed, tossed the condom in the trash, then on wobbly legs he ran out into the living room. You smiled to yourself. How the fuck he still had all that energy after fucking you was a mystery. What shocked you, though, was when he returned, it was with your newly gifted sex toy in hand, his brows furrowed with confusion.

“Is this thing charged? Does it need batteries? How the fuck does it work?”

“Batteries, baby,” you told him.

Hendery hurried over to his gaming desk and took his Xbox controller out to steal the batteries from inside to use in the toy instead. Of course that would be his solution instead of just getting new batteries like a normal person would…

“Why’s this so difficult?” he complained under his breath while struggling to put the batteries in the right way. “Fuck me.” Finally, he got the batteries in. With his knees to support him on the mattress while his hands were busy, Hendery found his place between your thighs again, admiring your slick that drenched the bed and your inner thighs. He gulped. “You’re so fucking pretty, qīn'ài de.” He dared to take a taste for himself. With his tongue spread flat, he licked a long, slow stripe up from your core to your clit, and he chuckled when your back arched off the bed and you tangled your fingers in his hair again. “Taste so good… Fuck…” He bit his lip. Somehow he was already getting hard again, but he tried his best to ignore it in favor of pleasing you. “Let’s see if this thing is worth keeping, yeah?”

You nodded shyly. “Okay…”

Hendery turned the vibrator on and fidgeted with the settings for a moment before he aimed the head of the bulb against your swollen clit. The second it made contact with you, you jolted, hands clinging to the sweaty sheets beneath you. He focused solely on your pussy, trying to figure out the best way to settle the toy on the hood of your clit instead of directly on it, then he discovered moving it around to your wet entrance and back up got a good reaction out of you too. If he left it still for too long, you whined and squirmed. So Hendery made sure to roll it around your clit in various directions and patterns, and before you knew it, one of his fingers was teasing your entrance then slowly pushing into you. Hendery seemed pleased with himself when you moaned his name.

“How do I…” he drifted off when he got too embarrassed to finish his question.

Your reached down with a shaky hand to grab his wrist and slowly began teaching him how to thrust his fingers in and out of you. “C-curl them, too… When you’re all the way in— Fuck, just like that, baby—“

He bit his lip in concentration as his fingers continued to curl when he was in you, then he’d relax so that he could pull out before pushing back in and continuing to search for your g-spot. It took a few tries. By the time he hit it, you were already close, your orgasm sneaking up on you thanks to the vibrator he was rolling over your sensitive nub.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him with a croak, grasping his hand tighter. Hendey’s arm muscles strained under your grasp while maintaining his pace. “I’m cumming!”

Your back arched off the bed, your walls tightened around his fingers, and your clit pulsed against the vibrator he refused to weaken his hold on. His fingers bullied your g-spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Hendery watched you go from moaning pleasantly to squirming under him while whining that it was too much, that you were too sensitive; His cruelty was wavered by your panting.

“That was better. Right?” He turned off the toy and removed his fingers from you.

You nodded, breathless. “Much.”

“You got so tight when you came… Fuck…”

“Imagine what’ll feel like when you’re fucking me.”

Hendery’s eyes glossed over his lust again, his cock jumping with excitement as he leaned in to kiss you. “I love you so fucking much, qīn'ài de.”

“I love you more.”

Birthday sex became an event in and of itself. After that first year, Hendery couldn’t shake the thought of sharing his birthday with you every year for the rest of his life, and as such, he wanted to try new and different things each time. The handcuffs happened in year two— Yuta seemed pleased with himself. He patted Hendery on the back and took credit for helping him lose his virginity to you. Year three had you on your hands and knees, ass up in the air, clawing at the sheets, begging for him to cum inside of you. By year four, Hendery couldn’t stop staring at the engagement ring on your finger while you jerked him off in the living room while your favorite movie played in the background. Some of the boys liked to joke that they didn’t have to get you guys gifts anymore since the “sex fiends” that you were decided date night and birthday sex was enough gifts between the two of you; However, Hendery’s threats still held true when he told all his friends that they still owed you gifts at the very least. Nine months after year six, the two of you celebrated a different birthday, which became Hendery’s favorite thing to celebrate aside from your own shared birthday in September.

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Quiet Rage

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: bsf!Johnny x reader

Synopsis: You wanted to test a theory and ended up making Johnny "Quiet Rage" Suh pissed all the way off. Surely he wouldn't take it out on you though right? after all, you were his best friend.

WARNING: THIS IS SMUT...arguably one of my dirtiest yet. reader is a little shit and Johnny is the quiet guy in the friend group. Johnny in glasses. Dirty and I mean DIRTY talk. spit, sweat, mentions of bruising skin, drooling, overstimulation, exhibitionism via video call, just dirty stuff alright

A/N: This took forever to get out and I apologize for that. it's exam season and I really wanted this out so I pulled some all-nighters. so I apologize for the grammatical errors and so on. I'm very very nervous about this because I did not expect the teaser to get that much attention. but anyway, enjoyyy. @neoculturecollectives @calibabii21

"I swear, Johnny's into you," your girlfriend claims, and you almost spit out your latte. You shoot her a look, throat burning, and coffee dribbling down your chin. "What the hell makes you say that?"

She rolls her eyes, handing you a napkin. "Come on, babe. The guy gives you that intense stare all the time."

You stare at her in disbelief. "He gives everyone that stare. It's just Johnny."

She grunts in frustration. "Y/n, he calls you 'baby' for crying out loud."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "So? It's not like it's some romantic declaration."

This scenario is all too familiar, and it annoys you. People always misread Johnny and you, trying to turn your perfectly platonic relationship into something more.

"Alright, if you're so confident, come with me to Jay's party tonight," she challenges.

Your heart sinks.

Jay, aka Jaehyun, is her boyfriend, and you've crossed paths quite a bit. But you already know you can't go.

"He doesn't like you like that, right? So let's settle it, Y/n. Let's end the speculation."

"That's dumb. I don't need to prove anything," you argue. But truth be told, your heart is still doing somersaults. You both know why you won't go, or rather, can't.

Johnny has this strict no-party rule for you. Sounds stupid, but it's his way of keeping you safe. One bad experience with some idiot led to this.

"Come on, just this once, and I'll drop it, promise," she pleads.

"Fine" you reply, already feeling your energy drain.

You find yourselves in what's supposed to be Jay's living room turned dance floor.

"Where's that man?" your friend complains beside you.

You hadn't been paying much attention to her anyway. Tonight, you're on a mission to prove a point. Yep, you're scanning for Johnny.

"Yo, ladies!" A familiar voice greets you from behind.

It's Mark. Awkward, cute, and definitely on some kind of high.

weed probably

"Markieee." you smiled and hugged him.

"Have you seen Jay?" your friend asks, not even bothering to greet Mark.

"In the upstairs bathroom," Mark replies, the thumping bass of the music echoing through the house.

"Thanks, y/n, call me if you need me," she says, her voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and chatter.

"Okay," you agree, even though you know she's most likely going to be too busy to pick up. With that, she confidently stalks off into the lively chaos to find her man.

You're still hugging Mark throughout that, the music's pulsating rhythm vibrating through your bodies, and neither of you makes a move to release the other.

"Markie, how high are you right now?" you ask, half amused and half concerned, the scent of various substances hanging in the air.

"I'm not high," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

Yep, he's as high as a damn kite. "Alright, let's get you seated," you decide, guiding him through the animated crowd.

You hug him a little tighter to your side as you maneuver through the sea of people, completely unaware that the man you had been scanning for was silently observing you from across the dimly lit room.

Johnny tilts his head ever so slightly, the ambient lights flickering, casting enigmatic shadows on his intense expression as he observes you cradling the nearly unconscious Mark in your arms.

"Yo, Johnny! Where you goin'?" Heachan's voice echoes from the kitchen, where the clinking of glasses and laughter weave through the air.

"You can't bail on me now, man. You promised to try this strain with me," Hexhan pleads, his tone a mix of whining and cajoling.

"Another time," Johnny responds tersely, striding away without a backward glance.

Johnny can't fathom any sober reason for Mark to be draped over you like that.

"And you shouldn't even be here," Johnny muses to himself.

"Y/n," his gruff voice calls out, a single word that carries volumes.

You pivot, finding yourself face to face with your long-time best friend, a man whose relationship with you blurs between suspected boyfriend, occasional fling, or perhaps something more permanent.

His towering figure looms over you like an impending storm, his mouth contorted in a sneer, eyebrows knitted in displeasure. A quick appraisal reveals he's opted for a relaxed ensemble tonight—black hoodie and grey joggers, his signature black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

"Johnny, I've been looking for you. Where the hell were y--"

"Y/n, have I ever told you that your tits make the best pillows ever? Oh my god," Mark interjects, completely oblivious to Johnny's presence.

In one swift motion, Johnny shoves Mark away, causing him to collide with people behind you.

"Johnny, what the fuck!" you gasp, caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? I'm only asking once," Johnny demands, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck, forcefully pulling you into the shelter of his chest.

"Answer the question."

"I'm here for you," you assert, making no attempt to deceive.

"You could've called me if you missed me so much, baby," he responds, his voice softening, and his eyebrows gradually easing.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to have fun too," you argue.

It becomes apparent that you've made the wrong choice as his hand tightens slightly around your neck.

"Have fun at home. No parties. I'm sure I told you that," his voice remains calm, but the increasing pressure on the back of your neck contradicts his demeanor.

"Go home. Now," he states, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, your body twitches as if to comply, but it seems you're on a defiant streak tonight.

"No. I'll stay and have fun. I've seen you now, so I'll just go look for the others and enjoy myself," you declare.

He stares at you, a blank facial expression revealing nothing.

"Y/n, baby, go home," he says softly.

Successfully prying yourself from his grip, you retort, "No."

You stalk off, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, hands straight by his sides, and his gaze unwaveringly black yet watchful.

As you navigate through the crowd, encounter familiar faces here and there.

You find yourself on your umpteenth shot of tequila when, unexpectedly, you're invited to a game of truth or dare, courtesy of Haechan.

Johnny is nowhere to be found, and the absence begins to stir a sense of worry and nervousness within you.

The game had unfolded over an extended period, leaving your mind increasingly hazy with each passing moment. Holding your liquor was never your forte.

You observed as the bottle spun and twirled before ultimately settling on the guy positioned beside you.

"dare" the guy simply said.

"I dare you to kiss y/n," Haechan's slurred yet mischievous voice announced.

As Haechan proclaimed his dare, Johnny ambled into the room, seemingly oblivious to your presence, it left you feeling bothered and angry.

Fine, you mused, if he's going to act that way.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other inscrutable force, but you found yourself impulsively lunging towards the guy next to you. Teeth clashed in a messy, audacious kiss, and, fueled by the audacity of the dare, you dared to explore further by delving your tongue into his mouth.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers, making your heart swell.

Basking in the attention, you pushed the boundaries, only to be abruptly seized by the neck for the second time that night, this time by none other than Johnny himself.

Without hesitation, he mused, "Go to the car and sit. I'll be there soon."

"But, Joh—"

"Go. To. The. Car, Y/n, and shut your fucking mouth. I said I'll be there soon," he asserted, his words punctuated through gritted teeth.

The last ten minutes had passed in utter silence as both of you sat in the car.

When Johnny finally slid into the driver's seat, his gaze never once met yours. Without a word, he started the car and left the party, only sparing you attention when he needed to secure your seatbelt.

The oppressive silence weighed on you.

"That was a fun game, wasn't it?" you ventured, attempting to break the tension.

Silence persisted.

"I bet Haechan has a video of it. Probably gonna send it to the group later," you added, attempting to inject a touch of levity into the atmosphere, though your laughter carried an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"Quit playing with me." He bites back, completely unamused by your attempt at a joke.

Your body stills as you stare wide-eyed at the man beside you. You didn't expect that from him. He wasn't the type to be so aggressive, especially with you.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, John." You said weakly. He had to understand, you were just trying to get his attention.

"But it did y/n and now I'm gonna have to show you what happens when you don't fucking listen" He rages quietly, eyes still on the road ahead.

It was always quiet with him.

little did you know.

To the untrained eye, he seemed cool and collected. But, you could tell he wasn't quite there. Maybe it was the way he squeezed the life out of the steering wheel or how he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. Or, you know, the massive tent in his pants…

either way, you knew

somehow, you managed to piss off Johnny Suh.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to apologize because you have no fucking idea what I have planned for you." He momentarily looks at you just long enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes

Arriving at Johnny's apartment, you found yourself comfortably settled on his couch while he busied himself in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for you. Since his remark on the way here, a palpable silence hung in the air.

As he approached you with the glass of water, he broke the silence, "Thought of a way to apologize yet?"

You glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," you managed to utter, your gaze dropping to the floor, a strange sense of shame washing over you.

He snorted in response, "That's all you came up with, Y/n?"

Meeting his disappointed gaze, you took a deep breath. "I should've known better," you added quietly.

He sighed, handing you the glass of water. "Drink."

Taking the glass from his hands, you started sipping as he watched you in silence. Then, without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly remarked, "I'm going to fuck some sense into you and then fuck it out of you."

You choked on your water, hastily wiping at your mouth as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your apology wasn't going to satisfy me anyway. I made up my mind when you said no the first time," he asserted, his tone casual yet loaded with an underlying intensity that left you flustered and strangely intrigued.

"And what if I don't want it." You daringly ask.

you knew you did.

The way he was watching you made that clear as day.

"Then say no." He shrugs

"Now finish the drink and head upstairs when you're done."he adds

and you did exactly that.

Johnny was a man. You knew that, he knew that, and the whole world knew that. But sometimes, it felt like you didn't always keep that obvious characteristic at the forefront of your mind, as you should have.

Entering the room, nothing struck you as special. It was the same as always: his bed in the middle of the space, surrounded by walls adorned with retro posters and pictures he had taken over the years with friends, family, and you. Despite the numerous times you had visited his home, particularly his room, it didn't feel as intimate as it did now, and for some reason, that excited you.

As you let your gaze wander, movement from the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you turned your focus to a strangely quiet Johnny.

You both stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like long, drawn-out minutes.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you to strip, y/n," he said seriosusly.

You hiccup, startled. "E-excuse me?"

He stepped closer to you. "Fucking strip."

Your heart hammered in your chest at the complete unfamiliarity of the situation.

"John, you can't be seri—"

His hands fisted in your hair, causing you to tilt your head up, meeting his hard gaze. "Strip. I won't ask again. You're always free to leave, y/n, but you and I both know you don't want to."

"move your hand"

you twist and turn writhing your body all over his bed, hand trying to stop his fingers from fucking into you.

"Johnny, please! I said i was sorry " you scream as tears line your eyes

"I said move your fucking hand" he grabs your writs and pins the above your head

his fingers pummeling into you repeatedly. long and thick. you felt like you could feel all the ridges and callouses on them. all the fucking veins. it was torture.

SQUELCH SQUELCH

you try to squeeze your thighs together only for him to pry them back open almost immediately.

it was almost embarrassing just how wet you were really

"God. Fuck you're all over my sheets baby hmm" he moans his eyes never leaving your pussy.

almost.

that did it for you though

"Johnny, Johnny m'cumming"

“not yet baby”

you couldn't hold it

“Y/n, I said not yet” his actions contradicted his words as his fingers curled rubbing against your g spot

your body involuntarily shoots up off the bed as your lower abdomen contracts

"I can't hold it."

You cum with a high-pitched scream. Squirting all over Johnny's hand before lifelessly falling back on the bed.

you’re trying to get your breathing under control when you hear Johnny’s displeased voice

"you don't fucking listen do you"

fingers still in you, he manages to add even more pleasure relentlessly pumping into you

your legs start trembling from the intense pressure building in your abdomen once again.

Your scream is ear piercing as you cum for the fourth time

fifth...

you don't even know.

gosh, He hadn't even fucked you yet

you didn't even realize the drool running down your chin. eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, your skin gleaming with sweat and thighs trembling. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard still coming down from your high.

In Johnny's eyes, you looked so fucked out and so fucking pretty.

He knew his version of foreplay was intense but he also knew he took it a bit further just for you.

his stubborn girl. He loved it but you needed to be taught a lesson.

with your mouth wide agape, he takes the opportunity of your oblivious state and shoves his middle and index finger down your throat causing you to gag.

"taste yourself...that's right baby suck my fingers clean" He coos as your mouth clings to his fingers.

when satisfied he pulls his away

"knees" is all he says.

you mumble uncoherent words trying to tell him you can't get up but it seems he is already way ahead of you helping you get comfortable in your position on the floor.

He begins to pull his sweatpants down revealing his erection fighting against the fabric of his black underwear. he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and you almost drool.

so harsh but so fucking pretty.

big and veiny with the prettiest pink tip. No wonder the foreplay was so intense. there was no way he was gonna fit without stretching you that much.

You look up at him with hopeful eyes. you wanted him in your mouth so fucking bad your pussy actually ached.

"So cute," he spits in the palm of his hand before bringing it down to stroke his cock.

"open and suck" He states.

Wasting no time your hands replace his and you begin to pump his pretty cock. you lick from the base of his pretty cock to the even prettier pink tip teasing him just a little with small kitten licks

"no teasing" he warns.

But of course, you don't listen continuing to push him over the edge with those kitten licks. even having the audacity to maintain eye contact while doing it.

You see the way his jaw clenches as he loses his patience and grabs the back of your head thrusting and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen and begin to water as you start to harshly breathe through your nose.

Gagging multiple times as he continues to relentlessly fuck your mouth

"no teasing and you continue to fucking tease huh? who's fucking in charge here y/n? Who's fucking cock's fucking your pretty mouth?"

not being able to speak you hum around his cock watching as his gaze becomes more sadistic by the second.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum like this baby?" you hum in response causing him to groan from the vibrations

"Ah, shit"

You watch his expression contort into a pained one before he somehow manages to make his cock hit even further than the back of your throat and cums in your mouth.

"Dont waste it, baby, swallow for me" he says airly

you swallowed his mouth full of cum. loving the pleasantly salty taste.

you wheezed and choked so overwhelmed with just how rough Johnny really was.

Where was this side of him hiding?

holy fuck

"your mouth, keep it open," he grumbles still heaving firm his previous orgasm.

you open your mouth a gain forming an 'O' shape and surprise takes you as he spits in your mouth before lightly slapping you across the face.

your hair was all over the place and your entire face was decorated with a mixture of precum, smudged makeup, tears, snot, and sweat

"Atta Girl." he praises you.

He helps you to your feet before giving you a quick peck on your lips

"turn around and bend over. Yeah just like that... spread your legs for me"

you used the bed as support as you got into the desired position.

he wastes no time thrusting his cock into you rough and hard.

the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy around him cause your knees to buckle as you threaten to lose your stance.

You were gonna cum soon.

feeling your swaying form, he grabs your neck pulling you into him as your back meets his chest

"don't you fucking dare" he threatens.

"Ah... please please, please! m'sorry... m'so sorry I won't do it again just please make me cum john, I'll be good I swear" you cry gasping for air between words. soon your sentences jumble into a whole lot of nothing.

he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck as he uses the other to hold your hand behind your back

"no. Cum when I say so. you need to learn to fucking listen."

snapping his hips at a quick pace.

the area around your hips already beginning to bruise from how hard he was holding you.

"t'much please johnny!" You scream as your legs begin to shake for the umpteenth time

"you can fucking take it. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off? Having mark all on you like that?" he says begrudgingly

he grabs your left breast and squeezes your nipple hard enough for your pussy to clench around him

"so damn sensitive" he whispers in awe.

he pulls out and pushes you on the bed. you look back and he's

standing over you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a cock so erect it slapped against his stomach with the slightest movement.

"get on your back and spread your legs" he says pulling your legs to the edge of the bed .

You flip over and he immediately fucks into you even harder than before.

once again your hands flay erratically as you scream trying to get away from the aching pleasure that was starting to make you see double.

"look at that baby, " he coos eyes staring at your stomach.

you look down and see his cock bulging in your lower abdomen.

You gasp at the sight

'Johnny please" you whimper not even sure what you are asking for.

"I might just fuck a baby into you. keep you home like a good little wife hmm." he says seriously, eyes still set on the bulging in your lower abdomen.

you clenched around him liking the sound of carrying his children

"you like that huh? " He groans

you nod as tears start to stream down your face.

suddenly he stops thrusting causing you to cry out

"Just gimmie a second baby gotta fix your mistake," he says as he reaches over to his nightstand picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Mark " he says nonchalantly causing your heart to race.

"you're off-limits and they fucking know that but it seems all of you need to be reminded of how things are tonight hm?"

the dial tone blares out before a muffled "hello?" comes through the speaker. Mark.

"watch " Johnny says before he thrusts into you so fucking deep you could taste him

you moan loudly

barley registering the "fucking hell, man" that comes from the phone. That was Haechan

'watch' Johnny had said earlier and you begin to understand that it was a video call.

Mark and Haechan were witnessing Johnny fuck you into oblivion.

"see this? this is my fucking pussy and nobody else can fucking have it." he fucks your relentlessly a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

"j-johnny its t'much"

"nah, you can fucking take it."

"oh, fuck! " you scream into the pillow

"my fucking pussy and she can't give it away ain't that right y/n"

"mhmm" you say not having the strength actually speak.

you cum with a shiver and a whine and even then he didn't stop

still drilling his cock into you

overstimulating you more and more

you try to get away and he never once let his cock leave you.

"tell them how many times you cum tonight." He challenges, knowing full well that you couldn't form a word much less a sentence at the moment.

you mutter random words too fucked out to think

a sharp slap to your face brings you back

"how many fucking times?" he says through clenched teeth

"Alot" you scream.

"good girl" he says before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.

"just give me one more" he continues.

you moan as your toes curl from the overwhelming sensations building in your stomach

with a sharp thrust, you squirt all over Johnny's cock just as he cums inside you.

"next time you do that shit I’ll fuck you right in front of them instead of over the phone."

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queeenarii · 1 year ago

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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒

𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧

— NSFW. tags under the cut!

a/n: kissoulie debut day!! (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠) i wrote all of these for myself mainly but finally decided to post themmmm i wanted to post a full fic for my debut but work is busy :( i don't have enough free time </3 please do read the cws!!! they are very relevant haha my brain went a little wild with jiung so soulseob's are short ☹️ i will feed u soon sho stans u have my word 🙏 i normally don't write for jiung or keeho but the ideas were too inticing 😭

cws: fem reader, petnames (baby, princess, pretty girl), degrading (just once, "whore"), overstim, edging, breeding, daddy kink (kyo), brat taming (kyo), choking (kyo), exaggerated size kink (intak), pregnancy mention lol meandom!theo, dub-con (jiung), slight somno (jiung), squirting (soul), slight degrading, voice kink (seob), please lmk if i missed anything!!!

brat tamer!keeho who loves your cries of “daddy daddy daddy- slow down, daddy-!” followed by broken moans and whimpers from your swollen lips. he loves how you claw at him, eyes faded from how hard he's choking you, but still sobbing and slicking up more for him to fuck you stupid. he loves how you beg him to let you cum, “please please please daddy, please- can't hold it, please just let me ‘m so close daddy please just let me-” he knows you can't hold it. that's why he smacks your clit to send you over the edge. he loves how your hands try to pull his hips back, but he's determined to ruin the orgasm you don't deserve. it just makes you that much sweeter when he finally lets you cum on his cock.

meandom!theo who won't stick his dick in you until you're a crying overstimulated mess. he’ll use toys on you, stuff his pretty fingers inside you, eat you out until you're pulling on his hair so hard it hurts, but he won't fuck you until you're crying. he loves how your tears soak the pillowcase, how you cling to him like he's the only person left in the entire world. he loves feeling so special to you, to the point where he loses himself in your body when he finally does fuck you. his hips stutter, and he's cumming with a soft “fuck..” before he can stop himself.

best friend!jiung who humps you in your sleep. it’s not his fault you sleep on your stomach, your ass so.. soft and enticing. at first he did it with both your clothes on, but he realized that regardless, if he woke you up you would know what he’s doing to you. so he slowly pulls down your sleep shorts, pushing his dick between your panties and your skin. he snakes a hand under your lower stomach, pressing you to him. at first he doesn’t notice how you slick up for him, but then your hips jolt back to press against him and he’s almost clamoring off of you when he hears your whiny voice, “ji, don’t stop” who is he to deny such a needy, pretty girl? he practically rips your panties off, rubbing himself between your folds, pressing just the tip in as you moan, “‘s so big, ji, ‘s big..” “fuck, princess, that was just the tip,” you’re squeezing around him, pulling him deeper into your tight cunt. he groans, bottoming out in one sharp thrust as he loses control. you yelp, but your eyes roll back and he can feel you squirting around him, “cumming, ji, fuck” he knows you are. his eyes are shut tight as he struggles to hold back, fucking into you deeply and then speeding up. you push back against him, helping him along as he presses his hand against your stomach, feeling how his dick knocks up against it. you keep moaning and creaming all over him, and he loses control, pressed against your cervix as he paints your insides white.

size kink!intak who's so desperate for you. he wants to make love to you so bad, but you're just too small to take him properly. there's always that last couple of inches where he hits a wall, and you're sniffling out his name and holding his hands so sweetly. he can't bear to see you cry. the more he makes love to you the more he wants to breed you. and before he knows it, those last two inches are slipping past your sensitive walls while you cum all over him. you yelp in surprise but he's too far gone, fucking into you while pressing against your tummy, “gonna let me get you pregnant, baby? please- oh fuck, please”

munch!soul who’s obsessed with making you squirt. he spends precious hours between your thighs, flicking his tongue over your sensitive little clit, fingers buried inside your sopping wet cunt. he praises you, too. telling you how pretty you are for him, how good you taste, how much he needs to get his dick inside you when he's done using his mouth. he loves it when you squirt all over his cock, it makes his head empty.

voice kink!jongseob who whispers in your ear to get you off. he won't touch you until he knows you're close from just his voice, whispering filth into your ear. he wants to breed you. he wants to fuck you until you cry for him, until you squirt all over him, until you tell him you love him. that's what he's working you up for. he kisses your sensitive clit, eyes peering up at you innocently while your hiccuped cries turn to sobs. “all this from just my voice, baby? cmon, you know what you have to say so i’ll let you cum.”

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queeenarii · 1 year ago

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could you please write something with a strict but soft dom kun? possibly where he likes being called daddy or sir

you enjoy pushing your boyfriend’s buttons.

kun is often too patient with you, smiling when you tease him and simply humming when you whine about him ignoring you. he only allows this because you often do it when you two are in public or in front of the members.

when you get home, however, he doesn’t play any of your games.

that’s how you ended up here — sprawled across his lap, two fingers stretching your walls while his other hand grips the flesh of your ass to hold you steady. you cry when he delivers another harsh slap against your cheek.

“did you have fun disobeying me today? acting like a little whore in front of everybody?”

you whimper when he adds a third finger, brushing against your sweet spot. you grip his thigh, trying to balance yourself as you’re enveloped in pleasure. kun chuckles at your squirming.

“what’s wrong? can’t handle it?”

“i-i can,” you reply shakily. you can practically hear his smile. “i can handle it, sir.”

“i sure hope so,” he hums. he curls his fingers and you sob. “wanna make sure you can handle my cock, baby.”

he suddenly thrusts his fingers in and out of your gaping hole, holding you down as you thrash in his arms. you reach your orgasm in seconds, moaning as you spasm around his digits.

he flips you over gently so that you’re lying on the pillows. you whimper when he takes his fingers out, watching as he licks them clean. he moans at the taste of you as you shyly glance up at him.

he leans down and kisses your cheek, stroking your hair gently.

“good?”

you nod and he smiles, pressing his lips against yours. “need a better taste of you, baby,” he whispers.

he moves down until he’s eyeing your pussy, and you cry out when he licks a stripe up your slit. he grunts and dives in fully, licking and slurping up your juices like a mad man. your fingers tangle in his hair as he eats you like a man starved.

you wail and thrust up into his mouth. the sounds of him eating you out are sinful and you continue whimpering as he mouths at your folds. you reach your second orgasm in no time, lips parting in a silent scream. kun continues to lap at your folds while you ride out your high.

you wince and push him away when the oversensitivity becomes too much. he parts from you, your essence dripping down his chin.

he smiles at your shaking form and comes up again to kiss you. you can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan.

“such a good girl,” he murmurs. “can you still handle my cock, baby?”

you frantically nod and he laughs at your eagerness. he tugs down his pants and his cock springs up, your mouth watering at the sight of him. kun is massive to say the least, and it’s always been a tight fit when he fucks you. you can barely take him in your mouth most of the time.

he rubs his tip up and down your slit and you moan.

“ready?” he asks, looking up at you to make sure.

you give him the go ahead and he pushes into you slowly. you’re blinded by the pain when he bottoms out and kun peppers kisses down your neck and waits until you’ve adjusted to him. when the pain subsides into pleasure, you squeeze his arm.

he gives you another kiss before completely losing it, ramming deep inside your pussy and relentlessly thrusting into you. you choke when he doesn’t give you time to recover, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder so he can fuck you at a better angle.

he pinches your clit and you flinch, releasing incoherent noises. before you can fully register the feeling inside your tummy, you come for the third time around his cock.

kun hisses when you clench around him, picking up his pace and desperately rutting into you. you try to scramble away from him but he grips you tightly, coaxing you to another orgasm quickly after your third.

you practically see white clouding your vision. “sir, sir,” you whimper, clenching around him.

“gonna fucking come,” he grunts, his nails digging into your hip.

“inside, please sir,” you beg. “fill me up. wanna have you dripping out of me.”

he follows after you, shooting thick ribbons inside you. you whine as you feel his warmth filling you. kun groans when he finally empties himself, pulling his cock out gently.

you whimper at the loss of him, and he gets up to clean you off. you flinch when he wipes gently at your core.

“i got you, baby,” he assures, making sure you’re clean before throwing the wipe in the trash. he lays down next to you and brings you closer to him, pressing kisses against your cheek.

you giggle and he smiles.

“thank you.”

“no problem, baby.”

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redemancy

🌙 staring. Johnny & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “Jaehyun can go dance with you-” Johnny agrees and your heart swells at his innocence, his complete lack of jealousy towards your best friend Jaehyun, who, you’re beginning to realize, may provide a legitimate threat that your previous lovers were picking up on.

tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral, masturbation, 69-ing, face riding, soft dom!Johnny, blowjobs, pussy eating, multiple reader orgasms, deep throating, cumming on tits, cumplay, finger sucking, cum licking, breast worship, voyeurism, praise, power dynamics, double penetration, spit rosing/Eiffel tower, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess & baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 11.9k

🍭 aus. uni au, summer aesthetic, best friends to lovers, love triangle, angst, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. redemancy meaning: the act of loving someone who loves you, a love returned in full

“This is where your best friend lives?” Johnny asks, looking up at the expensive building, “Does she have roommates?”

Before you can answer, your eyes land on Jaehyun. He’s standing in front of his apartment, head dipped to look at his phone.

“There he is!” You point, and Johnny momentarily takes his eyes off of the road so he can follow your finger.

“He? Your best friend is a guy?” You can see Johnny taking in Jaehyun’s form in your peripheral vision. Your best friend looks gorgeous, as usual, his hair recently dyed a beautiful shade of rose gold pink. “Your best friend is that guy?” Johnny nearly crashes just looking at him.

“Yeah! That’s Jaehyun,” you answer.

Johnny’s not the first guy to react to Jaehyun this way. Many of the guys you’ve dated in the past have responded to your best friend in a similar manner; fear, jealousy... It’s not your fault your best friend is so beautiful.

Johnny parks the car and you’re quick to jump out, running towards Jaehyun, who turns, a smile lighting up his face, eyes scrunching with delight at the sight of you.

The two of you haven’t seen each other in a month. He’d gone on vacation with his family to New York, and you’ve missed his hugs.

You’d started dating Johnny right before Jaehyun left, and in the month that your best friend has been away, you and Johnny have become closer and closer.

Johnny’s met a few of your other friends - Ten and Mark - but he hasn’t met Jaehyun yet, and you’re excited to see if they get along. After all, you can’t have a boyfriend who doesn’t get along with Jaehyun.

You’ve had boyfriends before who couldn’t handle the close relationship you have with Jaehyun, and this unfortunate fact is one of the reasons you’ve kept Jaehyun more of a secret this time around. You hope Johnny likes you too much to let Jaehyun’s looks come between the two of you as they have in the past.

Some men just aren't strong enough to let their girlfriends be best friends with a guy who looks like a model, but you push that thought to the side.

Jaehyun scoops you up in his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you. He’s warm, and he smells like home, a smell you’ve missed this past month.

Johnny gets out of his car hesitantly, approaching you and Jaehyun. The two of you are a flurry of questions and answers, you’re pulling at Jaehyun’s hair, inspecting the colour, and Jaehyun is commenting on the cute new shirt you’re wearing.

It takes you a moment to notice Johnny, in the flurry of addressing Jaehyun, you’d almost forgotten about the new important man in your life. However, Johnny clearly doesn’t mind and smiles broadly when you immediately pull him to your side, wrapping your arms around him. “And this is Johnny!” you introduce. “Johnny, this is Jaehyun, my best friend.”

Jaehyun’s grin has dropped. His gaze turning harsh, judgmental, as he takes in Johnny’s form. “He’s tall,” Jaehyun notes. “You never told me he was tall.”

Jaehyun has always enjoyed being larger than the boys you bring around. Even though Jaehyun is an inch or two shorter than Johnny, his gaze is enough to intimidate anyone, even the Chicago native you’re currently clinging to.

“Be nice, Jaejae,” you scold, gently prodding Jaehyun’s shin with the toe of your shoe as you lace your fingers with Johnny’s.

“How long have you two been friends?” Johnny asks, evidently searching for a conversation starter. Johnny’s not normally an awkward guy, but this situation is tense, and you get the distinct feeling that he wants to resolve it.

“Since we were kids,” Jaehyun answers, his words short, his expression disinterested.

“We’ve had classes together since kindergarten,” you confirm. “Even though Jaehyun’s a business major, we coordinated electives to have classes together while in uni too.”

“Oh wow,” Johnny nods, and you ca see that his smile is somewhat forced.

Your phone dings and you look down. “Ten and Mark just left their place, we should go now and meet them at the club,” you announce, turning to beam up at Johnny, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. “Thanks again for offering to pick Jae up.”

Johnny had agreed to pick up your best friend to go clubbing and celebrate their return to town, he hadn’t known your best friend was Jaehyun.

The three of you head back to Johnny’s car, you and Jaehyun chatting while Johnny listens. In Johnny’s car, Jaehyun sits in the middle of the back seat so he can lean forward and continue talking with you. You attempt to let Johnny into the conversation, but with so much history with Jaehyun, it’s clear that a lot is lost on the man driving.

Johnny holds your hand most of the ride, thumb brushing your skin pleasantly, as if to tell you ‘It’s okay, I’m going to make this work.’

Soon, you arrive at the bar, and once you’re there it’s easy enough to find Ten and Mark. Ten has a table that pretty much has his name etched into it, and that’s made possible by the fact that he’s close friends with a bunch of the Chinese frat boys who work here.

Johnny and Jaehyun quickly offer to go get drinks, and the two of them disappear into the crowd, leaving you with Mark and Ten who are eager to gossip.

Sure, Mark and Ten have met Johnny a few times, but this is the first time he’s meeting Jaehyun... and that’s a big deal, something everyone understands.

“Jaehyun doesn’t seem to like Johnny,” Ten states bluntly, leaning in to talk to you.

“They just met, Jaehyun never likes any of my boyfriends.”

“So he’s your boyfriend now?” Ten smirks, kicking Mark under the table to encourage the Canadian to show some enthusiasm at this development.

“No,” you immediately wave your hand, “not officially, but you know what I mean. Jaehyun hates guys I go on dates with.”

“I wonder why.” Ten sips his drink and you roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t start with the whole ‘Jaehyun is in love with you’ thing,” you warn him.

“I’m just saying, it’s September, school is starting, summer is ending, it’s just like the time when-” Mark shoves Ten with his shoulder, drawing your attention to Johnny and Jaehyun who are back with drinks.

“Beer!” Johnny announces, setting a cup down in front of Ten. He doesn’t seem to have heard the end of Ten’s comment, but Jaehyun on the other hand... his gaze is hard for a moment, jaw clenching. Then, he seems to snap out of it, a smile once more appearing on his lips.

Jaehyun playfully grabs your arm and pulls you from the booth so he can slide in, dragging you after him. Johnny gets in on your other side and just like that, you’re sandwiched between two massive, gorgeous men.

“Did we miss anything?” Johnny asks, looking at you and your friends.

Ten dives into the bar gossip, leaning in and pointing out different bar tenders who are sleeping with certain waitresses and other employees. You drown out the conversation quickly, as you’ve heard these details way too many times before. Instead, you focus on the men beside you.

Jaehyun’s thigh is next to yours, his hand on your knee under the table, which isn’t too out of the ordinary, he’s always been a touchy best friend.

Johnny has an arm wrapped around you, keeping you tucked close to his side as he begins to talk with Ten about their majors. You’re happy that Ten seems to like Johnny more and more every time they meet, and Mark is laughing at everything the elder man says.

The only friend staying quiet is Jaehyun, who sits next to you with a bored-looking expression on his face.

He sips his beer.

Your mind wanders back to what Ten had said.

The season, the aesthetic of summer ending and school beginning.

You’d been in a very different position a year ago.

You’re suddenly very aware of Jaehyun next to you. You can feel your skin heating up, can feel the coil of anxiety in your tummy. “Johnny?” you grab his attention and the tall man dips his head to look down at you, waiting for you to say something. “Come dance with me?”

“You sure you want to dance right now?” he asks, looking at your nearly untouched drink.

“Yes, you don’t want to dance with me?” you frown.

“I do,” Johnny assures you, a warm smile on his face, “but Ten was just saying-”

“I’ll go with you,” comes Jaehyun’s smooth, steady voice.

“Jaehyun can go with you-” Johnny agrees and your heart swells at his innocence, his complete lack of jealousy towards Jaehyun, who, you’re beginning to realize, may provide a legitimate threat that your previous lovers were picking up on.

“No. I want you,” you tell Johnny sternly, not meaning for it to come out as harsh as it does. You know you’re leaving Jaehyun dejected as you slip into the crowd with Johnny, but you can’t look back.

Jaehyun watches you leave, holding onto your tall boy toy like a lifeline as you wade into the people on the dance floor. Then, when you’re out of sight, Jaehyun turns his angry gaze to Ten, “Stop trying to wingman me with her.”

Mark giggles, watching the two stubborn men size each other up.

“You need to tell her how you feel,” Ten says.

“No, I don’t.” Jaehyun glares back.

“Do you think she told Johnny about it?” Mark asks quietly.

“It.” Ten laughs, “Mark are you a kid? Just say what happened, ask the question properly.” He looks to Jaehyun. “Do you think she told Johnny about the time she graciously let you eat her out at the end of the summer, last year?”

“I don’t think she even told Johnny I was a dude.” Jaehyun falls back against the booth.

Mark and Ten both look at each other and grimace. “That’s not good.”

“I know,” Jaehyun groans.

“She really likes Johnny,” Ten says almost thoughtfully.

Jaehyun looks out at the crowd, it’s easy enough to find Johnny because he’s taller than the other people around. Johnny’s head is dipped down, his lips pressed against yours, one hand cupping your cheek.

Something inside Jaehyun ignites and his hands clench at his sides. He finishes his drink, then stands up, entering the crowd. He finds the prettiest girl he can, the prettiest girl other than you, and within ten minutes he has her pressed against the door in the bathroom, his hand between her legs.

It’s two AM when Jaehyun looks at his phone next. He’s standing on his terrace, the warm night air ruffling his hair. Inside his room, a gorgeous brunette is asleep in a tangle of sheets. Jaehyun’s eyes scan the text message you’d sent an hour ago, and he feels a twinge of guilt at having missed it.

Baby (1:02AM) : Let me know you made it home safe!

Jaehyun takes a deep breath, quickly typing back.

Your phone screen lights up the room, making you open your eyes from the restless half-slumber you’d been trying to use as a distraction.

Behind you, Johnny is asleep, one of his arms thrown over your torso.

You slide from bed slowly, moving so you can go stand outside on Johnny’s terrace. It’s a beautiful night and the moon looks gorgeous in the sky as you assess your phone.

JaeJae (2:06AM) : Got home safe, hope you did too

JaeJae (2:08AM) : Goodnight, sleep well princess : )

You call him before you can stop yourself, and he answers immediately, voice hushed.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hi. What are you doing still awake?” he asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep without knowing you’d gotten home, you know?” You shrug, pulling Johnny’s hoodie tighter around your body. Three stories below, a cop car drives by, the siren cutting through the summer night air.

You hear your best friend smile on his end of the phone. “You outside?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Uh-huh.” A brief quiet, then, “the moon is nice.”

Your gaze lifts. “It is…” You open your mouth to say something else when you hear a female voice call out “Jae” in a whiney tone that has your skin turning cold.

“Fuck, I have to go.”

Your heart drops in your chest, but you try to sound positive when you say, “Yeah, it’s okay, you should sleep, I’ll see you soon?”

“We’ll do movie night tomorrow,” he suggests. “I’ll text you.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Night princess.” He hangs up and you let out a deep breath.

You stay outside for a few minutes longer, looking at the sky. When you head inside, returning under the covers, Johnny pulls you close, burying his face in your neck. “Where were you?” he asks.

“Outside,” you answer, breathing in as Johnny’s body warms you up, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin. “Go back to sleep,” you whisper softly, turning in Johnny’s arms so you can run your fingers through his hair, looking at his beautiful face.

Johnny gives you a gentle, lazy smile, pouting out his lips for one last kiss before he adjusts against his pillow. Within moments he’s asleep again.

You stay awake for a while, thinking about the events of tonight. Jaehyun had disappeared when you’d come back from the dance floor. What was supposed to be a get-together for Jaehyun and Johnny to get comfortable with each other, had turned into something else. But part of you can’t blame Jaehyun for slipping away, not after you’d been so clear about rejecting his offer of dancing with you, insisting that Johnny be the one to join you amongst the waves of people.

With another huff, you close your eyes, falling asleep a short while later.

When you dream, you dream of dark, handsome eyes. The eyes are not attached to a body, instead, they float in a cloud of colors, some dark, some light. You feel warm, and even in your sleep, you can feel yourself smiling.

“Jae, why are you always single?” you had asked, cuddled close to your best friend.

Jaehyun laughed. “Cuz I’m ugly,” he responded simply, although you both knew this to be the opposite of the truth.

You smacked your best friend lightly, beaming up at him. “Don’t say that about yourself.” You paused, examining his face. “For real. Don’t you ever want to have a girlfriend?”

He’d had one in sixth grade for a week, but that had been the only time in his life he’d ever had an official ‘girlfriend’. You were heading into another year of university, and the summer had been full of fun activities. You’d both been single, and this had given you the freedom to spend every waking moment together, driving around, going to amusement parks, scouring old record shops-

Jaehyun shrugged. “Don’t need one.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I know you can get laid whenever you want Jae, but I mean don’t you want the other stuff? Someone to come home to, someone to give pet names to, and love, and take home to meet your parents-”

As you listed things, Jaehyun wondered if you even realized that everything you mentioned were things he already had... with you.

He watched your beautiful face with a smile, and finally, he shrugged again. “I just don’t like commitment.” It was true, you were the only thing in his life he’d ever been committed to, the only thing he needed. Anything else, he was ready to drop at a moment’s notice, and he enjoyed living that way.

You frowned at his words. “Is it really that easy for you to just turn feelings off? To sleep with people and just... not care about them afterward?”

“I don’t know if it’s like that.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I care sometimes, I just don’t catch feels, there’s a difference. Sex can be just sex. If two people are horny, why not have some fun, you know?”

He’d watched the way you’d licked your lips at his words, and the sight turned him on more than he’d ever be able to tell you.

“So... if I was horny, and I asked you for sex, we could do that and it wouldn’t change our friendship at all?” you asked, clearly scared to meet his gaze. He could sense your fear of rejection, and it was a fear he wanted to quickly squash.

“Of course,” Jaehyun answered fluidly, his tone turning teasing. “Why, are you horny?”

“It's just, people have always said you have amazing tongue game, and well-”

“You want to know if it’s true because most guys you’ve slept with have sucked at oral.” Jaehyun finished your sentence for you, something he’d been doing since you were kids.

Mimicking his earlier action, you shrugged, and that was all it took to give Jaehyun permission. His fingers went under your chin, forcing you to look up at him, and then he kissed you for the first time.

He’d wondered for years what kissing you would be like, but he’d never dared to try, to worried about how it would affect your friendship. But you’d just confirmed that nothing would have to change, there wouldn’t be any messy feelings with this. He could kiss you now, and still have you in his life tomorrow.

You leaned into the kiss, and Jaehyun could sense that you felt you had something to prove- to prove to him that you were just as good as any of the sorority girls or Instagram models he’d fucked.

He pulled you onto his lap, hands anchoring your waist, forcing you to grind down against him. He could feel his cock throbbing for you already, if only you knew how crazy you make him. A small whine escaped your lips and Jaehyun smirked, eating it up. “Ready to see what all the fuss is about?”

The music is loud, but then again, Jaehyun’s always had the best speakers to complement his extensive record collection. You’re dancing in his kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to pop in the microwave.

Your hips are moving to the beat of the song, and you don’t realize that Jaehyun’s eyes are glued to you.

Ten was right about summer feelings, and Jaehyun’s chest is empty while he watches you.

Life with you has always been easy. So easy that he’s somehow taken it for granted.

Jaehyun wants to tell you everything. Wants to tell you that he had lied when he said he could control whether or not he caught feelings. Wants to tell you that his heart has been yours since that day you were five and scraped your knee on the playground, he’d been assigned to take you to the nurse and had held your hand the whole way there, even kissed your bandaged knee, announcing ‘all better’ to the world.

He wants to tell you what he should have told you the moment he’d made you cum on his tongue last August, that he loves you. That he wants you to be his.

But Jaehyun is terrified of you. Terrified that you only see him as a friend, that the sex proposition you’d given him nearly a year ago had been purely physical.

He thought he could live a life with you as his half-girlfriend, fulfilling all the girlfriend duties minus the sex, which he could get at any time from any girl he wanted. But now Jaehyun knows that this idea was stupid, because seeing you with guys- seeing you with Johnny, has made him realize he could lose you.

Jaehyun had originally invited you to go on vacation with his family for a month, but you’d chosen to stay because you’d already planned a weekend getaway with Johnny and the dates had clashed. Jaehyun had even offered to fly you to meet his family a week late, but you’d declined.

The whole month he’d been gone he’d been missing you, hoping he could come back and things would return to normal, only to return and find you clinging to Johnny and happier than ever.

Jaehyun’s heart clenches in his chest.

He’s been called selfish before, but never when it comes to you.

Looking at you dance in the kitchen, he wants to be selfish for the first time.

As the microwave dings, signaling your food is done, you turn to excitedly tell Jaehyun, only to be met with a solid body standing so close you nearly smack into his chest.

Jaehyun grabs your face with both his hands, and before you can say anything, he presses his lips to yours.

He tastes just like he did a year ago, and the emotions all come flooding back. The confusion, the heartache- but despite this, the happy feelings are there too. The love that you’ve tried so hard to bury is unearthed, and your mind goes blank. You lean into the kiss-

Your phone rings and you nearly jump out of Jaehyun’s grasp, recognizing Johnny’s special ringtone that the two of you had chosen one day while on a coffee date. American Boy by Estelle, a song Johnny ‘identifies with’.

Until now, the song has always made you happy.

But standing in Jaehyun’s kitchen, with both of you staring at your phone, instead of happiness, the emotion you feel is guilt.

You begin to reach for your phone but Jaehyun grabs your hand instead, urging you to look at him. “Don’t answer it,” he says, voice cracking a little. His eyes are serious and they search yours for a sign, for something to tell him how you’re feeling.

“Jae-”

You know he loves the nickname you have for him, and part of you regrets it the moment it leaves you, because you’re sure that it will give him hope. You close your mouth, not sure where to look, so you look at the ground.

“Tell me you love me,” His voice is soft, as soft as you’ve ever heard it.

“I do love you,” you sigh.

His hand is still holding yours, and he gives it a small squeeze. “Tell me you love me more than him.”

Your heart clenches in your chest and you can feel your skin heating up. You’re confused and guilty, and you feel as if he’s pressuring you, which is not a good combination.

Jaehyun’s fingers go under your chin, forcing you to look up at his beautiful dark eyes. He looks so perfect, and it’s always taken your breath away, but now, with an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression on his face, he’s ethereal.

“Tell me you’ll be mine,” Jaehyun whispers, “not his.”

Those last two words - not his - spark something inside of you and you tear your hand from Jaehyun’s grasp.

“I can’t believe you,” you spit, anger fuelling into your soul. “You always get like this, you’re so competitive. It feels like every time I’m with a guy, you get so upset that I’m giving my attention to someone else. You’ve had years, Jae. Years to tell me you love me and-” You choke a little on your words and laugh. “You know the funny part? You haven’t even said it. You’ve been trying to get me to tell you that I love you- not even just that, you want me to tell you I love you more than Johnny!”

“You know I love you.” Jaehyun looks crushed, a pained expression on his face, and you’re aware that you’ve never yelled at him like this.

“I was in love with you for years, Jae!” You feel tears begin to spill from your eyes and you will them to disappear. “But you never wanted commitment! You never wanted me!”

“I did! I do!” he insists. “I just never realized-”

“Never realized,” you scoff, repeating his words back to him. “You’re just mad Johnny’s getting my attention. How dare you! How dare you see how happy Johnny makes me and try to mess that up after you’ve had years to say something!” You grab your phone and go to the door, leaving your purse and your shoes, too eager to escape to care. You simply leave, and Jaehyun doesn’t follow.

It isn't until he sits down on the couch minutes later that he realizes something. “I was in love with you for years, Jae!” you’d said. Was. As in, past tense.

As in, no longer.

Jaehyun pulls a pillow to his chest, the one you always cuddle with when you watch movies. It still smells like you. Jaehyun buries his face in your scent, and for the first time in a long time, he allows himself to cry.

Johnny’s chest is warm and secure. His arms hold you tightly as you cry, one of his hands petting the back of your head gently as you get rid of all the negativity balled up inside of you with tears that seem to last forever.

When you finally stop crying, Johnny sets you down on the couch, wrapping you in blankets and getting you tissues. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong, he’s always very good at knowing the right time to be quiet and give you space. You’re sure he knows you’ll tell him what’s wrong when you’re able to.

As you begin to calm down, Johnny makes you your favorite tea, bringing it to you in a mug with your first initial on it, he’s bought it for his apartment two weeks into dating to show you that you always have a place, and a cup, in his apartment.

Your phone rings and Johnny looks at it. “It’s Mark,” he tells you. “Should I answer?”

You shake your head and Johnny sets your phone down.

A few seconds later it rings again. “It’s Ten,” Johnny says softly.

“Just turn it off,” you frown, and Johnny does as he’s told, watching you sip your tea.

“Can I get you anything else, baby?” he asks.

You shake your head, staying quiet.

“Baby, if you don’t tell me what happened soon, I’m going to have to go out and start fighting people in the street. Whoever made my girlfriend cry is gonna-”

“Girlfriend?” You perk up a little and Johnny laughs.

He reaches out and pinches your chin lightly. “Knew that would make you smile,” he beams, “and yeah, I mean... unless you don’t want to be, unless it’s too soon.”

You set your tea down and nearly tackle Johnny onto the couch, making him laugh into the kiss that you eagerly press to his lips.

“Wow, baby, if I knew it was this easy to make you happy I would have asked you to be my girlfriend ages ago,” Johnny says when you finally stop kissing him.

You laugh at the notion. “No, ages ago would have been too soon.”

You’re laying on top of him on the couch, your legs on either side of his waist. You look down at his beautiful face and infectious smile. He’s so sweet, so soft, so exactly what you need. His hands rub your back soothingly and you know you love him.

You’d loved him since date number two, when he’d seen a little girl crying at the bottom of a tree and proceeded to climb the tree to rescue a kitten, who had clung to him so tight it had cut his arm, but Johnny hadn’t minded. The little girl’s mother had offered to pay Johnny for his heroic deed but he’d objected, instead accepting a pretty flower the little girl had offered, which he had then given to you.

Johnny is perfect... so why do you still feel confused and conflicted about Jaehyun?

“Something happened with Jaehyun,” you say, looking into Johnny’s eyes as he strokes your face.

“Uh oh, you’re calling him by his full name, he must have really messed up.” Johnny is always so good at remembering everything you tell him, good at picking up on your verbal cues, sometimes even before you do. “What happened?” His thumb brushes under your eye soothingly, ready to wipe away any tear that escapes.

“He... it was very weird,” you confess. “I think he tried to tell me he loved me, but he did it in a really weird way, and it made me really upset.”

“When you say ‘he tried to tell me he loved me’ you mean... like, love as in, I’m in love with you. Not just friend love?” Johnny clarifies.

“I think so. He tried to make me tell him I love him more than I love you.”

“Aw, baby, you love me?” Johnny’s expression softens and despite the negative emotions you’re feeling, you still beam at him.

“Yeah, and I’m your girlfriend now, so I’m allowed to say it,” you tease, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, baby.” He kisses you back, only breaking the kiss to let you continue your story. “Then what happened?”

“He wanted me to dump you,” you tell him, quickly continuing with, “and that’s crazy, of course. Jaehyun’s always like this. Whenever I’m seeing a guy, he gets so territorial.”

“You two have been friends for a long time,” Johnny points out.

“Aren’t you mad he tried to break us up?” you ask, shocked at your boyfriend's calm demeanor.

Johnny shakes his head. “I understand where he’s coming from. I’m not sure you being taken would have stopped me from trying to get you to be mine either.”

You think about his words. “I’m just-” You take a deep breath, not sure how to even say how you’re feeling.

Luckily, you don’t have to. Johnny can read you, and somehow he takes your emotions and puts them into words for you. “You’re confused because this is the first time he’s told you about his feelings and you’ve been in love with him before, but you’re with me now, so it’s not easy to know what to do with the feelings this must have brought up.”

You smile sadly at Johnny. “How do you know me so well?”

“I just do.” He kisses your nose. “I can see why you’d be conflicted about that.”

“You can?”

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry, I know this puts you in a weird position-”

“it doesn’t,” Johnny assures you. “You have feelings for Jaehyun that have been there a long time, that doesn’t make your feelings for me any less real, you know?”

“Johnny, you’re perfect.”

“So I’ve been told,” he laughs. “I’m glad you talked to me about this, communication is really important.”

“I’m glad too, but I have to tell you something else... He kissed me, just for a moment, and it was so shocking-”

“Did you kiss him back?” This is the first time Johnny frowns.

“I don’t think so, it happened so fast and then my phone rang. But I yelled at him and left right after, then you came and picked me up, and now here we are,” you explain.

Johnny is quiet for a moment, then he looks over at your phone. “So this is why Ten and Mark won’t stop calling.”

“It’s fine, I can talk to them tomorrow,” you brush it off.

“I think you should call them back,” Johnny says. “Your friends are important, and this is something they know more about than I do. It might help for you to talk to them. You can go on the balcony if you want, I’ll go to my room and work on some stuff with headphones to give you privacy.”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Yeah, and when you’re done, come to bed and we’ll cuddle and watch a Disney movie or something to make you feel better okay?”

“Johnny?”

“Yeah, princess?”

“I do really love you.”

“And I really love you too.” Johnny beams at you, then he grabs your phone, handing it to you. “Now go call your friends and take however long you need to clear your head and sort this out, I’ll be here for you when you’re done.”

You press one more kiss to his soft lips before getting up and going to the terrace. You call Ten first, but he’s quick to add Mark to the line, and soon, you’re telling them everything that happened.

“I can’t believe Jae finally manned up and told you,” Mark says when your story is done.

“I can’t believe he tried to make you tell him you love him more than Johnny,” Ten muses. “That dude is fucked in the head sometimes.”

You let out a deep sigh, not wanting to verbally agree with the statement, but what Ten has said is true. Jaehyun has never been great with handling emotions, and tonight’s actions are just one reflection of that fact.

“So what now?” Mark asks. “I mean- Jae was messaging me as soon as you left, which is why we called, but I told him to just give you space.”

You take a deep breath, looking out at the streets below. “Space is a good idea.”

“I mean… you’re with Johnny now, officially, and you just said you love each other,” Ten points out. “Looks like Jae seriously missed the boat.”

“I’m still shocked Johnny’s not mad,” Mark chuckles anxiously.

“Yeah, he’s taking this really well, all things considered,” Ten agrees. “Although… you didn’t tell him about the time Jaehyun ate you out.”

“I was going to-” you admit. “But it was already so much on his plate to begin with…”

Your friends stay quiet, giving you space to process everything.

“You’ve had a long night,” Mark says finally. “Maybe you should sleep on it.”

“Sleep on what?” you laugh, annoyance flooding through you at the whole situation.

“I guess- I just thought…” You hear Mark swallow thickly. “I thought maybe this would change things.”

“It changes nothing,” you state, but you’re sure you all know how big of a lie that is.

Jaehyun admitting he has feelings for you changes everything- perhaps the only thing it doesn’t change is how you feel for Johnny.

“Sleep on it,” Ten agrees. “If you need anything, let us know.”

“You should really eat something,” Johnny says, carefully settling down onto the couch next to you. He has a bowl of fried rice in his hands, and he holds it out.

“I don’t feel like it,” you frown. “My stomach is in knots.”

He simply looks at you for a moment, then he reaches over to place the food on the coffee table. Once he’s relaxed again, body angled toward yours, he gently takes your hand. “What can I do to make this better?”

“You’re already doing more than enough,” you admit. “Part of me feels like I don’t deserve it.”

“Of course you deserve it,” Johnny insists.

“Yeah, but we’re still so new… most guys I’ve dated met Jaehyun and dumped me pretty soon after, I’m used to it by now.”

“Sounds like you’ve been dating insecure pieces of shit.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his words, and you nod in agreement. “I guess that’s probably true.” You take a deep breath. “I have something else to tell you.”

“Okay.” Johnny gives you the space to collect your thoughts.

“Last summer, Jaehyun and I…” you release a pent-up sigh. “Gosh, this feels so vulgar to even admit- he uh… he ate me out.” Part of you doesn’t want to look at Johnny, but another side of you needs to see his reaction, so you take a peek at your new boyfriend.

He lets out a surprised laugh. “Okay?”

“Is it okay?” you press.

“Yeah? Honestly, I was expecting you to say the two of you had fucked before, so hearing he only ate you out is kind of… underwhelming? But in a good way.” He strokes your hand gently.

“You’re taking this whole thing really well,” you tell him, unable to help the smile that works its way onto your face.

“I mean, you’re hot, he’s hot- and this whole eating out thing was last year, I’d be an asshole to hold it against you.”

“Yes, it was last year, but then he kissed me last night, so that’s more recent, and I just wanted to come clean with you on everything.”

“I appreciate that.” Johnny offers you a smile. “Come here.” He pulls you into a hug, and your entire body relaxes in his embrace. He holds you until you move away, and when you settle back against the couch, his hand finds yours again, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “So what are you thinking about this whole thing now?”

“I mean… I’m with you. Jaehyun had his chance, and he never took it. I’m frustrated that it took him seeing me happy to finally admit his feelings, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Johnny nods, and you can see the cogs of his mind working away behind his chocolate-brown eyes.

“You look like you want to say something,” you muse after a few moments of silence.

“I’m just thinking,” Johnny tells you, and now it’s your turn to give him space to process. “Listen, you’re right about things being new between the two of us.” You can tell Johnny is choosing his words very carefully. “If we were a few months further along with this, I wouldn’t be suggesting what I’m about to say to you, but I think we’re at a place where what I’m going to offer is doable because we don’t have a steady rhythm yet.”

Your heart lurches into your throat and you hang onto his next words.

“As I said last night, you and Jaehyun have history. I can tell that you’re torn, and I appreciate your loyalty to me even though we’ve only been dating a short while,” Johnny states. “However, even with all of that said, I don’t want to be the reason you don’t explore something with him, something that’s clearly been building for years. And unlike all those other insecure assholes you’ve dated, I’m really not the jealous type.”

You blink at Johnny, doing your best to register the unsaid connotation of what he’s suggesting.

“So…” Johnny swallows thickly, “as long as what we have doesn’t change too much, as long as we still spend a lot of time together, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing you with him, if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

You stare at him blankly. “Sharing.”

“Yeah, sharing,” Johnny laughs. “I mean, he’s your best friend, so if this whole shit show hadn’t happened, I would have been sharing you a lot anyways.”

“How are you so chill with all of this?”

Johnny simply shrugs. “I guess I’ve never been one to feel that restricted by cultural expectations. Some people have more than enough love to share it, and it’s clear that there’s room for two people in your heart. I’m just the lucky son of a bitch that gets the chance to have part of you, despite your long history with Jaehyun.”

There’s nothing you can really say as you look at the man who’s already turned your life upside down. All you can do is whisper an honest, “I love you,” before pressing your lips to his.

Johnny kisses you back, one hand moving to cup your face as he lays you down onto the couch.

You get lost in him, your tumultuous thoughts about Jaehyun dissipating as Johnny takes over.

Jaehyun nearly jumps out of bed when his phone rings and your contact appears on the screen. He almost drops his phone in his haste to answer, his fingers becoming almost butter-like with anxiety. Still, he manages to hit the accept button, and his heart hammers in his chest when he says a meager, “Hello?”

It’s silence on the other end, and Jaehyun has to double-check the call didn’t drop. Then, “Hi.”

He doesn’t even know what to say to you. He has so many things that want to come out, a flurry of thoughts and feelings- but he decides on the safe option, which is a quick, “I’m sorry.”

Silence.

“I’m uh- I shouldn’t have kissed you. Shouldn’t have told you to tell me you love me more than your boyfriend. That was uh…” he remembers what Mark told him, “wrong. It was wrong for me to do that.”

“It was,” you agree, and the words hurt him. Jaehyun maybe partly expected you to say it was all okay, to absolve him of the guilt he’s feeling, but no- this is a burden he’s going to have to carry from now on. “I’m still not happy about it.” God, another cut to his heart. “Saying that, however, I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” Confusion sets in.

“I want you to talk to Johnny.”

“Johnny?” Jaehyun is shocked. “For what? Is he going to kick my ass or something?”

He can hear a hint of a smile on your lips when you assure him, “He’s not going to kick your ass.”

“Are you a hundred percent sure? Because that guy is bigger than me and we both know I rely on my face to survive.”

“I’m sure,” you sigh. “I’m going to give him your number, just wanted to let you know.”

Jaehyun fiddles with the sleeve of his hoodie. “We’re still friends right?”

“Yes, Jae, we’re still friends. I’m just… processing all of this.”

Yet again, Jaehyun pulls up a saying from one of your close mutuals, going for one of Ten’s classic, “Valid,” statements.

“Anyways, I should go, but yeah, Johnny will text you.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

You hang up the phone and Jaehyun lets out a deep breath, collapsing back onto his bed. He’s happy you called and touched base, but he has no idea what to expect from your new boyfriend.

Johnny is waiting at the cafe when Jaehyun arrives. He’d taken the liberty of getting Jaehyun’s coffee order from you before he’d left his apartment, so when the pretty man walks in, there’s no time wasted with him standing in line.

Offering a smile, Johnny waves your best friend over, pushing the cup toward Jaehyun’s side of the table.

Jaehyun stands there for a moment, looking down at the coffee and then up at Johnny. “This is weird,” he says finally.

“It’s about to get weirder,” Johnny jokes. “Sit down.”

With a sigh, Jaehyun does as he’s told, his eyes averted.

Johnny is used to guys being scared of him due to his size alone, and more than almost anyone, Jaehyun has a reason to be on edge. After only meeting once, there’s no way for Jaehyun to know Johnny is a gentle giant, and the elder man is quick to attempt to rectify this. “I’m not here to fight,” he says softly.

“I’d understand if you were,” Jaehyun sighs. “I kissed your girlfriend and tried to break the two of you up.”

Johnny can only laugh. “I’m not the jealous type.”

“That makes one of us.”

“At least you can admit to that,” Johnny notes. “That’s a good start. I can understand why you’d be jealous, I mean, I’m dating your best friend, and from what Mark and Ten tell me, you’ve been into her for a long time.”

Jaehyun simply shrugs, looking down at his untouched coffee.

“Look, I didn’t come here for an apology,” Johnny says.

“You didn’t?”

“No, y/n’s the one you need to apologize to, she’s the one you need to smooth things over with. The whole kiss situation was very… confusing for her, and I’m sure you can understand why.”

“I guess.” Jaehyun reaches up and rubs the back of his neck.

“She cares about you,” Johnny states, and for the first time since sitting down, Jaehyun meets his gaze. “You two have a bond that goes back for years. You’re an important part of her life, and she doesn’t want to lose that.”

“That’s nice to hear and everything, but shouldn’t she be the one telling me this?” Jaehyun asks.

“I’m sure once things settle over, she will, but first, we have to discuss a few things.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’d like to think that you being semi-combative right now has more to do with the whole kiss thing than you not liking me,” Johnny admits with a laugh. “Because if you don’t like me, what I’m about to suggest is never going to work out.”

Jaehyun simply looks Johnny up and down, remaining silent.

“It’s obvious y/n cares about you,” Johnny states. “She cares about me too. And I know she has room for both of us, if we can get along.”

“Of course she has room for both of us, I’m her best friend.”

“I mean… she has room for both of us as more than friends.”

“Huh?”

Johnny finds it almost comical how confused Jaehyun looks. “What I’m saying is- even if the kiss never happened, I’d be sharing her with you. But the kiss did happen, and it’s clear you want something more- she and I are still very new in our relationship, and with newness comes… flexibility.”

“Flexibility,” Jaehyun repeats, and there’s not a hint of two working brain cells behind those pretty eyes of his.

Johnny can’t help but let out a chuckle. He reaches for his coffee, leaning back against his chair. “Yeah, flexibility.” He sips on his drink while Jaehyun takes time to process.

“So you’re saying…” Jaehyun looks to Johnny to finish the sentence, but Johnny doesn’t want to give him that satisfaction. He wants to see Jaehyun work it out himself. “You’re saying… you’re… flexible… about… sharing… your girlfriend.”

“Uh huh.”

“And… what did… uh, what did she say about all of this?”

Johnny shrugs. “She’s open to it. Like I said, she’s still a little upset about how this whole thing happened, but you two have history, if you apologize enough, she’ll work through it.”

“And you’re… completely chill about all of this?” Jaehyun asks.

“I suggested it.”

“You did?”

“It’s a two birds, one stone kind of problem, don’t you think?”

Jaehyun cocks his head to the side. “Are we the birds?”

Johnny can only smile. “Sure.”

“So… now what?”

“Now, we try to be friends, you fix things with y/n, and we see what happens.”

“What do you get out of all of this?” Jaehyun asks, and there’s a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “You know I’m straight, right?”

Johnny nearly chokes on his coffee. “Dude. We’re both straight.”

“Okay, I was just checking.”

“Look- I care about y/n, she cares about you. I’d rather do this and keep her, than have your history impact my future. Also… I mean, in this day and age of adult content, I think a lot of us have… watcher tendencies, wouldn’t you say?”

“I’m a doer, not a watcher,” Jaehyun insists.

“You don’t watch any porn?”

“I never said that.”

Jaehyun is lucky he’s pretty.

You’re watching a show when your phone rings. Johnny is passed out behind you, and you’re quick to answer the call so the sound doesn’t wake him. “One sec,” you whisper to Jaehyun on the other end of the line, checking over your shoulder. Johnny is still asleep and as you gently wiggle from his grasp, he stirs slightly but repositions and continues his gentle snores.

You go out onto the terrace, bringing your phone to your ear. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he responds.

“So… how’s it going?” you ask.

Jaehyun lets out a sigh. “Weird day.”

“Yeah, Johnny told me all about it.”

“I guess that’s not a shock,” Jaehyun admits. “What did he say?”

“He told me about your talk.” You swallow thickly. “Said… said you were open to his suggestion.”

“The whole sharing thing,” your best friend clarifies.

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about it?” he asks.

You choose your words carefully. “I think it’s an interesting idea.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean… you and I do have a history.”

“We do,” he agrees.

“I just… you don’t date, Jaehyun. I’m still mad at you that you waited so long to make a move. I’m mad that when you kissed me, you still tried to make me tell you I love you, and you didn’t confess many of your own feelings.”

You hear him swallow thickly. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t do any of it correctly.”

“So how would you have done it? Correctly, I mean.”

“I should have told you how I felt a long time ago,” he admits. “It shouldn’t have taken you finding someone like Johnny to make me snap.”

“No, it shouldn’t have. You’re lucky he’s such a wonderful guy that he didn’t come knock your teeth in.”

“I am lucky,” Jaehyun says softly. There’s a beat of silence then, “That night, you said you were in love with me for years… it felt very past tense.”

“And? Is there a question there?”

“I guess… I’m just… You don’t love me anymore?”

“It’s complicated.”

“But you want to try this whole threesome thing,” he points out. “So… that must mean there’s still feelings.”

“It’s not just a threesome thing,” you point out. “Johnny’s suggesting an actual sort-of-open sort-of-closed relationship where I can date both of you.”

“Right, yeah.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“Good?”

You can’t help but laugh. “Talk to me, Jae.”

“I just… Won’t it be weird if you’re dating two guys?”

You think about it for a moment. “Maybe. But, even if I was just dating Johnny and you were my best friend- we’ve acted like a couple for a long time, don’t you think?”

“I guess.”

“Maybe this is a good test to see if you can actually do commitment,” you suggest.

“Maybe.”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

“I guess I’m just worried about how it will be with Johnny.”

“You mean how jealous you’ll get.”

“It was hard to see him with you.”

“And yet, he’s open to seeing us be happy. Why do you think it’s so hard for you to watch me be happy with someone else?”

“Because I want to be the main source of your happiness, I guess.”

Why is that kind of sad? Why do you find yourself frowning?

“Look, we can give it a try, have a little date, and see how things feel.”

“A date,” he repeats, and you can hear the smile in his words. “That sounds nice.”

“Maybe you could come over to Johnny’s place and we can get takeout and watch a movie or something.”

“Right, Johnny will be there.”

“Of course he’ll be there.” Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

“Sorry, I was just- I don’t know, I thought maybe it would be a separate dates situation.”

“It’s a triangle, not a ‘V’ where I do separate things with you both.”

“But you’re with him alone right now.”

“Cuz he’s my boyfriend?” Jaehyun’s starting to annoy you now. “Jaehyun, we’re inviting you into this, into our relationship, of course I’m going to spend more time alone with him than with you.”

You’ve never been one to fight with Jaehyun, but after that kiss- well, he’s getting on your nerves more and more, and you’re worried about what the outcome of this little experiment will be.

“Right, sorry, I’m still not thinking straight,” Jaehyun apologizes.

“If you don’t want to do this-”

“I do,” he insists. “I want- I want you, and if that means I have to jump through these hoops, then, I guess I’ll jump through these hoops.”

“I’m not sure this will be a great fit,” you admit. “You’re just so possessive, Jae, you always have been.”

“I’m working on it, I promise.”

You let out a deep breath. “It’s late. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

It’s odd to have Jaehyun coming into Johnny’s apartment, and you find yourself clinging to your boyfriend while he gives your best friend a small tour. Jaehyun is cordial, his gaze slipping to you more frequently than not, and you do your best to see the possibility of this whole situation working out.

You’re still confused about your feelings, but it’s kind of nice to have an open space to explore them like this. Johnny truly is the best person you’ve ever met- he’s so understanding, and you don’t want to hurt him in any way, shape, or form.

It’s difficult to wrap your head around the fact that he’s cool with the idea of sharing. Too many social norms and expectations create an anxiety that’s swirling in your gut as the takeout arrives and the three of you settle in the living room.

“What sort of movies do you watch, Jaehyun?” Johnny asks, already scrolling through Netflix.

“Rom-coms and horror mostly.”

“Those are pretty different genres,” your boyfriend laughs. “What do you think, baby? Romance, or horror?”

You’re not particularly in the mood for watching a rom-com with Jaehyun, besides, you’ve seen so many of them with him already. “Let’s do a scary movie,” you decide.

“Works for me,” Johnny nods, switching to the horror section.

The three of you eat your takeout while discussing movies, and you end up settling on some ghost horror film none of you have seen before. You immediately settle in with Johnny, becoming his small spoon out of habit. Jaehyun, meanwhile, shifts awkwardly at the end of the couch.

You try not to think too much about Jaehyun, and the cheap scares in the film are enough to distract you. At your back, Johnny’s soft snores tell you he’s fallen asleep, but his warm arms keep you close.

“This feels weird,” Jaehyun says after a while.

“What does?” you sigh.

“I fucked up, and you’re still mad at me.”

“Part of me thought you were going to say it’s weird seeing me with Johnny,” you admit.

“Shockingly enough, I’m getting used to seeing you as a couple. Told you I’d work on my jealousy, didn’t I?”

You can’t help but laugh. “I guess maybe things are a little tense still, but that will go away with time.”

“Will it?”

“Yeah?”

Jaehyun shifts on the couch. “I am sorry. You know I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you nod.

Jaehyun doesn’t say anything else, but this small interaction has helped. When the movie finishes, you and Johnny walk Jaehyun to the door. He gives you a lingering hug goodbye before you go to bed with Johnny, happy with how the ‘date’ had gone.

***

Things are getting more normal, and you find yourself at a club with Jaehyun, Johnny, Mark and Ten, like you had that first night you’d introduced your boyfriend to your best friend.

Ten is obvious with his side eye, the way he looks both men up and down, whereas Mark has the decency to be more incognito about things, although, you can tell he’s just as confused as Ten is.

When Johnny and Jaehyun head to the bar to get drinks for your table, they’re not five feet away when Ten practically launches at you. “What’s the tea?”

You can only laugh, taking a sip of your nearly empty rum and coke.

“So has the whole sharing thing happened yet?” Mark asks, ears turning pink at his own question.

“We would have heard if it had,” Ten retorts with a quick eye roll. “She’s waiting, making Jaejae sweat.”

“I’m just getting comfy with him again,” you admit. “There’s always a chance this whole idea won’t work out, and I want to be sure he’s not going to be jealous like he always is if something doesn’t go the way he wants it.”

Ten looks you up and down. “Girl, good luck.”

“Don’t say it like that,” you laugh.

“As soon as Jaejae gets in your pants he’s going to be a stage five clinger and we all know it,” Ten insists.

You can only shake your head, your gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who are wading back through the crowd with drinks in their hands.

This conversation is put on the back burner, but it remains present in your mind.

After the club, you end up at Johnny’s apartment with Jaehyun in tow. Your skin is tingling with ‘what ifs,’ your heart nearly thundering out of your rib cage.

It’s clear from the way Jaehyun’s moving, precise, and a little apprehensive, that a threesome is in his thoughts as well.

Johnny, however, feels as calm and collected as ever. “More drinks?” he suggests, heading to his fridge to pull out three beers. “Jae, catch.”

Your best friend easily catches the beer, quickly cracking it open and bringing it to his lips. You watch his shoulders relax a little, and you release your own deep breath.

“So,” Johnny says, dragging you to his side. “We’ve been hanging out for two weeks, how are we feeling?”

God, he’s so direct. You love it and you hate it at the same time.

Your eyes shift to Jaehyun, and he meets your gaze. “I mean, it’s up to you two.”

“I’m down,” Johnny responds smoothly. “How are you feeling, baby?”

“Can we start slow?” you ask, heart still racing in your chest.

“Slow how?” Johnny prompts, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Like… oral things? Between me and him, I mean.” Your skin flushes and you hope Jaehyun doesn’t take this the wrong way- hope it’s not a sign of favouritism rather than the truth of the fact which is; you’re more comfortable with Johnny, despite your history with Jaehyun.

“Just oral works,” Johnny assures you. “Right, Jae?”

“Yeah, whatever you’re comfortable with,” Jaehyun nods.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to the bedroom.” Johnny takes your hand, guiding you to his room. It’s such a familiar space- and it feels odd to have Jaehyun in it. Jaehyun stops at the threshold, watching you and Johnny.

Your boyfriend downs his beer, setting the empty can onto the bedside table before grabbing you with both hands. His lips are hot against yours, his skilled tongue tasting your own while you let out a small moan.

You can feel Jaehyun’s eyes on you, and it’s an interesting sensation.

“Do you two want to explore each other a little?” Johnny asks.

You nod, turning to look at Jaehyun. He’s hesitant to approach you, but when he does, you step forward, allowing him to grab your hips and pull you closer.

Neither of you say anything, you’re too lost in his eyes as he slowly closes the distance between your lips.

It’s a soft kiss, one you hadn’t quite expected. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, urging him to come closer, to deepen things. Jaehyun rewards you by teasing his tongue past your lips, and you gladly accept him.

You cup his cheek and his hand slides down to the small of your back, guiding you to the bed. He carefully helps you onto it, climbing on top of you.

“You good?” Jaehyun asks.

“Let’s do this,” you nod.

“Just oral, right?” he clarifies, pressing his lips to your throat.

“Maybe sixty-nine? And then… maybe… well, this is a threesome, so… spit roasting with you in my mouth?”

“You’ve got this all figured out,” Jaehyun says softly. “Whatever you want.”

You grab at his shirt, looking up at him as you begin to unbutton it.

After a moment of shaky fingers, Jaehyun sits up, undoing the fabric so it can fall to the side of the bed.

You’ve always known Jaehyun’s ripped, but seeing it this close is something different. Despite all the history, despite the butchered kiss a few weeks ago- your body tingles at the notion of getting a taste of your best friend.

“You next,” Jaehyun whispers, grabbing at the hem of your shirt. You allow him to tug it off of you, and soon, you’re both getting out of your pants too.

Jaehyun kisses you when you’re both stripped down to underwear, and he grinds against your core so you can feel how hard he already is.

You moan from the sensation, your pussy throbbing with excitement.

“Here,” Jaehyun rolls the both of you so you’re now on top. “You should be in control, I’ll follow your lead.”

You look down at him for a second, then you turn your head to find Johnny. He’s standing by the wall, hands in his pockets. He’s not touching himself, but you can see the outline of his cock in his pants. He flashes you a wink that acts as a go-ahead, and you muster your courage to adjust on top of Jaehyun, getting into the sixty-nine position.

You both still have underwear on, and you start by teasing Jaehyun through his breifs.

He releases a groan, and you can feel his breath on your panty clad pussy, a shiver running through you at the stimulus.

“Lift your hips, Jaejae, I wanna take these off.” You gently tug at the band of his briefs, letting them snap back to his skin. Jaehyun lets out a soft moan, following through and lifting his hips so you can tug the fabric down to his knees, exposing his hard cock.

He’s not as big as Johnny, but Jaehyun’s cock is as pretty as the rest of him. You can’t help but lick it from balls to tip, and Jaehyun shivers below you. He tugs your panties to the side, grabbing your hips to pull your pussy down onto his face.

So that’s how it’s going to be.

You go for it, and he does too. A mutual pleasure session.

You sink your mouth onto Jaehyun’s cock, licking at it with your tongue and taking as much as you can before beginning to bob your head up and down.

Jaehyun pulls your clit between your lips in response, flicking at it and making you groan around his cock.

You begin to suck him off faster, urging him to do the same to your core. His tongue glides between your pussy lips, and he moans desperately.

You wonder what you taste like. Wonder if he’s missed the taste of you for a year, wonder if he’s dreamt about this-

Jaehyun laps at your pussy like a man starved, and you can tell the sounds of enjoyment escaping him are mostly related to the eating of your pussy moreso than the blow job you’re giving him. The thought turns you on even more, and you grind down against his face, urging him to make you cum.

You can already taste your orgasm- it feels so natural to be cumming like this, Jaehyun’s cock burried in your mouth and his tongue deep in your pussy between your thighs-

A gentle hand pulls you off of Jaehyun, and you look up to find Johnny staring down at you. “Close, baby?” he asks, pinching your chin softly.

“Yeah,” you nod, licking your lips. “So close-”

“Cum on his tongue, and then we can share you properly. As pretty as the sounds you’re making are, we both know you like to be filled with something bigger than a tongue.”

Your toes curl at the thought of Johnny fucking you with his thick cock, and you take gasped breaths, your skin tingling as Jaehyun works you closer and closer-

You begin to stroke him off, all while staring up at Johnny and grinding against Jaehyun’s face.

“I’m there- I’m there- fuck-” you cry desperately as Jaehyun pulls your clit into his mouth, sucking you like his life depends on it and throwing you over the edge.

Your orgasm surges through you-

“Don’t close your eyes,” Johnny warns. “Look at me.”

Somehow his words make the sensation even more extreme, your pussy throbbing desperately around nothing while you stare up at your boyfriend.

While you cum, Johnny pulls out his cock, and without a moment’s hesitation you put it in your mouth. Now you’re cumming, riding Jaehyun’s face, stroking him off, and blowing Johnny all at the same time-

This is what a threesome should be, you realize, and you’re desperate for what comes next.

“Get it all lubed up,” Johnny praises you, petting your head. “When you’re done cumming, let us know.”

You’re still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, and after a minute you pull off of Johnny’s cock to nod at him. “I’m ready for more.”

“Good girl,” he grins. “You know what to do.”

You climb off of Jaehyun, turning to present your ass to Johnny.

“While Jaehyun gets into position, I think we should both get naked,” Johnny announces, “it’s only fair.

You slip out of your panties, your bra following quickly afterward, and soon, all three of you are naked to each other’s eyes. You’re on your hands and knees, looking up at Jaehyun while Johnny pulls your ass cheeks apart, teasing his cock through your wet folds.

“Do you want me to fuck your face?” Jaehyun asks, smirking down at you.

It’s clear that eating you out gave him some confidence. Gone is the hesitancy, and in it’s place is this suave man, the man you’ve always known, the best friend who picks up chicks everywhere he goes.

“Fuck my face,” you tell him, leaning forward to capture his cock in your mouth.

“No cumming down her throat though,” Johnny warns.

“Then where am I supposed to cum?” Jaehyun asks, thrusts already faltering as he stares at your boyfriend.

“Her tits? Your own chest? Just not her mouth or face,” Johnny responds.

“Whatever you say,” Jaehyun sighs, quickly finding a rhythm.

Johnny pushes his own cock into your pussy, forcing you forward on Jaehyun, whose cock hits the back of your throat.

You gag slightly, but oddly enough, it’s not the worst sensation in the world. “Think she likes choking,” Johnny muses. “Your pussy just got so tight for me, baby. Do you like that?”

You let out a sound of affirmation, trying to take more of Jaehyun in your mouth as the two men begin a push pull of thrusts. You feel like a ragdoll, but there’s something so freeing about it-

“See? Threesomes are fun,” Johnny notes, causing Jaehyun to chuckle and you to moan loudly while your throat and pussy get used simultaneously.

“She’s good at sucking dick,” Jaehyun says wistfully, fucking your face harder.

“She’s good at most things, don’t know if you realized this, but your best friend is a little over achiever,” Johnny muses, his tone soft.

“Is it bad if I cum fast?” Jaehyun asks. “I’ve been wanting this for so long- to have her actually sucking my dick is a little, uh… overwhelming.”

“Cum on her tits whenever you want,” Johnny responds smoothly. “I’ll finish her and I off once you’re done.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jaehyun’s motions falter ever so slightly. “Fuck, princess, you just feel so good-”

You look up at Jaehyun, and you see him shiver when you meet his gaze.

“You love this, huh?” he asks. “Love having two cocks inside you?”

You can only moan a sound of affirmation, and Jaehyun sucks in a harsh breath. “Okay, shit, fuck-” he pulls out of your mouth, hand finding his cock-

Johnny adjusts you ever so slightly, holding you up and arching your back almost to an unbearable point- giving Jaehyun full access to your tits as he jacks off-

“Fuck-” Jaehyun groans again, throwing his head back as ropes of white cum spurt out of him, painting your chest.

Johnny fucks you faster, his large cock spreading you open like nothing else ever has.

Jaehyun finally stops, and Johnny helps you onto your knees, one hand finding your throat to hold you with your back to his chest. “Look at you, all covered in cum,” Johnny whispers in your ear.

You moan, resting your head back on his shoulder.

Johnny’s other hand finds your chest, and he swipes a finger through the cum, bringing it to your lips. “Guess I should let you have a taste.”

You greedily suck his fingers into your mouth, and Jaehyun’s brand of cum explodes across your tastebuds. He’s a healthy guy, with a focus on clean eating, and his cum reflects that.

“Want you to play with your cum covered tits, give Jaehyun a show while I make us cum,” Johnny instructs. “In fact, play with your clit too.”

Your right hand slips between your legs, two fingers rubbing your clit in fast, harsh circles. Your other hand finds your breasts, squeezing the pump flesh and spreading Jaehyun’s cum across your skin while he sits back and stares up at you in shock.

“Feels good?” Johnny asks.

“Feels so good,” you groan, walls clenching around Johnny as he builds you up to another orgasm.

You pinch your nipple, squealing at the sensation while Johnny fucks you even harder.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” Johnny questions, his breath hot on your throat, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Yeah-” you nod, unable to think too much as your high quickly approaches.

“Here, I’ll rub your clit, I know you like giving up control when you cum.” Johnny pushes your hand to the side, two much rougher fingers finding your sensitive bud.

You let out a cry of desperation, your stomach muscles clenching in anticipation-

“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” Johnny coos in your ear. “Cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

You can’t help yourself, your pussy squeezes Johnny incredibly tight as your orgasm hits you, throbbing through your whole body and making you gasp in ecstasy.

“That’s it,” Johnny grins, burying his face in the crook of your neck. From his sounds, you know he’s close too, and after three more rough thrusts, he’s cumming deep in your core, filling you with everything he has to offer.

Johnny fucks you through your highs, and when he finishes, he simply stops, breathing heavily in your ear. “Shower?” he says after a moment.

“Shower,” you agree.

“Jae, I’ll uh-” Johnny runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll see you out, unless you wanna crash on the couch.”

“I can go,” Jaehyun responds almost too casually, and you notice he’s already half hard again. You’d bet your life he’s going to go home and rub another one out to the thought of you covered in his cum and playing with your tits-

“Come on, baby,” Johnny carries you bridal style to the bathroom, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You don’t feel the need to say goodbye to Jaehyun as the hot water begins to fall against your skin, washing the cum away.

You’re so tired there’s not much going through your mind.

Johnny is true to his word, rejoining you a short time later.

He scrubs your body clean, and helps you with your towel when you’re done. As the two of you get back into bed, your phone dings, and you see a message there from Jaehyun.

JaeJae (2:00 am): that was fun

JaeJae (2:00 am) we should do that again sometime

JaeJae (2:00 am) goodnight princess

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“Me neither,” you admit, laughing.

“I guess Jae just needed the right dom to control the situation, huh?” Ten cocks his head to the side, thinking the whole thing through.

“When you say it like that, it sounds a little odd,” you giggle, “but maybe.”

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