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Pairings ⟡ polyamory! hwang hyunjin x trans!male reader || lee felix x trans!male reader || hwang hyunjin x lee felix •
Genre ⟡ idol au - friends to lovers - bandmates to lovers - fluff - smut! - bottom!reader, switch!felix, top!hyunjin - threesome!
Rating ⟡ Mature audiences! Only!
Synopsis ,, you tried not to get distracted, gaining fame from your music was new, you never guessed it would happen. Beforehand, you were a huge fanboy—still are. You swore to never get involved with the two men you biased from your favorite group, straykids. However, the world wasn’t entirely on your side. Of course, you’d blame it on fate, but you made the decision to befriend them. You promised to keep it casual, friendly. Keep your desires leashed. Until one stupid decision and an answered phone call late at night changed everything.
••• (THIS IS PURE FICTION!!)
It’s easy to say Felix never thought about it. Thought about how it would be like in the same bed with more than one. But it was far from the truth. Sure, in the first set of dorms they received during debut, it was common, most of the guys were so close it became a question to the public. Especially, whenever Hyunlix was mentioned. Though, it wasn’t the same—no—couldn’t be.
As the group's popularity grew, here and there Felix would start brand deals, do separate collabs, gain new friends, make them easily. He couldn’t, wouldn’t deny how he felt towards his own band mate, Hwang Hyunjin. He’d never openly admit it, not yet.
It’s hard to resist Felix’s sweet tart kind of charm. “Let him get too close and your teeth might rot”—The first thing you figured. You could never let yourself get involved, not with Felix, not with precious Lee Yongbok and most certainly not Hwang Hyunjin. Who just happened to be closest with the man you admired from afar.
When your career took off, surprise struck across the globe. You were a huge music nerd, a man of many talents, a huge kpop fan. It’s all you ever ranted about on livestreams. The people consumed any media put out about it, multiple fandoms gathered from groups all around the world, listening to your music as well as admiring your poetic way of words. It was familiar—warm, something like home.
Lastly, you were so weird. And not a cute kind of weird, a weird that’s close to Beomgyu’s command. A man you would often get compared to by most moa.
Being a global idol was fun, distracting—one hell of a distraction, a coping mechanism. Then you finally met them, the group you’ve been stanning for years ongoing, openly and privately. It was never a secret. But the real thing, you never thought you’d get close. Didn’t know how to react when the scene played out.
Eye contact became a game, you could only naturally talk to a few. You were at a loss for words once your eyes met. Felix—it was really him. Standing proud, his smile—sickening, but a convo slid across your tongues as if this was normal. Natural. Professional.
Hyunjin, or more so his arm pressed up against your back from behind. The taller man’s movements were swift, closely nonexistent with how fast his long fingers snaked to palm your shoulder. He held it there with a soft squeeze.
“Sorry” He spoke before taking a long pause, just enough to recognize who he was looking at.
“for bumping into you earlier, (name) right?, I’ve heard of you” His tone was quiet but audible enough to be heard through the commotion of the event. You took mental note of his pretty features, alluring with dominance but not the kind to make you worried. Just good enough to tense your back. To make you nervous. He practically stole you from the conversation with Felix, it maybe was purposeful? But there’s no way you would prove that, or even push.
Since then you took it away. The three of you became so close your friendship was a trio staple. A need, a want. Fans just couldn’t get enough—Stay couldn’t get enough. It was content for the viewer, and of course Hyunjin indulged.
He was a tease. You couldn’t pinpoint when it began but when you’d go live, Hyunjin would call, or Felix, or both. Either say hi to stay, or just bother you out of boredom, at least that’s what you assumed. If they weren’t busy, they’d check in frequently. Sometimes, Hyunjin would even go over to wherever you stayed for the night if the destinations in your schedules matched up.
It was supposed to be cool. Normal. Friendly. But the touches, slender fingers taunting the want from between your legs. It was only from small squeezes to your thigh, foreplay disguised as grounding. Hyunjin knew exactly what he was stirring up. But he didn’t know how you felt, not really. Not the full thing.
You did yearn for him, but not only him, Felix too. You were a man of greed. After all, you’d let it consume you. Only in moments of quiet reverie, would you let the burn take over, set your mind free and relieve yourself. Relishing in the truth of the matter. That moment would be now. Smooth white blankets tousled at the edge of the mattress, a soft vibration between your plush thighs sending waves of pleasure through your core.
It was simple: think, jerk off, move on.
The obnoxiously loud ringtone from your phone echoed into the empty space. You didn’t stop—no—you hoped it was another spam caller. To your misfortune, the contact glowed the same gaze you’d been fantasizing about. Fear struck, but not for long. The devil on your shoulder took matters into their own. You knocked down the vibration levels, just a bit. Your free hand reaching for the device and swiping right to answer.
Maybe I can make this quick.
Hyunjin’s silky tone ran through the small top speakers, straight into your ear.
“Yeah, just about to head to bed though, need anything Jinnie?” If you didn’t hear your own breath hitch, the other surely did. The line went quiet for a few.
“I was thinking I’d go see you. I had a long photoshoot booked today, I can stay the night? If that’s cool with you”
“Oh—tonight??—fuck..” you couldn’t help yourself, a curse slipped. That’s all it took to confirm it for the man over the phone.
“Are you—(name)?” when he spoke your name then, his tongue laced with stern.
“Huh—what? Shit sorry one second-“
“Don’t let me stop you” he cut through. Voice was smoother now, darker. It confused you , but your head was in a space full of hope and desire. Maybe this was just another dream of yours. A really good dream.
“Cmon don’t act dumb now. You think I wouldn’t catch your odd way of breathing?…god the nerve.”
“Go on, keep going” He interrupted, certain. (Is this what you really want?) Now the only thing wracking your brain.
Instinctively, you knocked up the vibration pattern.
Hyunjin’s voice came through again. His own phone pressed against his ear. He needed to hear everything. Hear the truth in answered moans.
“Hyunjin..please. Are you sure?” You asked. Voice drenched in desperation and filthy ragged breaths.
“Yes I’m sure. Promise. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?” His words only added fuel to the fire.
Your thighs burned once you dropped the phone to the pillow, now on speaker, still close enough to get the same effect.
“Just—you.” You basically pleaded.
“Words, doll. Use your words” he replied quickly. Steady.
You shut your eyes, like you couldn’t even handle the name he assigned to you. Everything Hyunjin did, felt like he was in your skin, tugging your strings, controlling every muscle—forcing every bone in your body to crave. It was too much. Too fucking much.
“Fuck—Hyunjin I need your hands, want them all over me. Want to feel you” The pressing need between your legs throbbed with every vibration, the small toy accompanied with Hyunjin’s voice working you into bliss.
Hyunjin sucked in a breath, holding himself. Hesitating.
“That’s it” He praised. A shaky—breathy, yet quiet laugh could be heard from the device. Then he continued.
“You really can be so mean at times” another chuckle came through. To Hyunjin, this was amusing as much as it was affecting.
“You answer my call, I find out you’re getting yourself off—to me at that. Telling me how much you want me to feel you up.” He takes another breath. Almost to relieve the tension.
“All while Lixie is sitting next to me..you really are something.” Hyunjin bit his lip. An obvious tent building in his jeans.
His eyes glazed over to Felix. He’s listening in. Taking the information, putting it into play. The gears in him shifting.
You didn’t freeze, didn’t stop. But you surely did break. In fact, that was your tipping point. Your fingers dug into the fitted sheet under you, tight. Your moans growing loud, so loud. Even Felix could hear through the small mic on their end.
Your skin was on fire, heart pounding as release struck you, coming down from your high. Shame didn’t catch up until a soft voice, turned deep and guttural could be heard on the other line.
“(name)—we’re going over.” You’d recognize that accent. It was firm, in English. It was only Felix.
That moment you knew you were fucked.
A sharp knock is all it took.
Anticipation caused a sudden rush to your heart, you sat up fast. But moved like a sloth to throw at least something on. Almost testing.
Another knock makes you jolt up fully.
You didn’t bother putting on shorts, your boxers will do for now. Your wardrobe consisted of clothes on the baggier side, the black graphic T-shirt hanging off your shoulder, only shielding your upper thighs from it being a few sizes up.
Then you gained the confidence to turn the knob, opening the door to your hotel room. Both of their eyes met yours. You felt..awkward? Nervous? You couldn’t tell. It didn’t matter. Hyunjin was the first to move, as if you were a magnet, he was on you and the blonde followed suit.
Your lips danced with feverish intent, the weight of the kiss pushing you backwards. The way he tasted fogged your senses. His soft lips consume you. All thoughts invaded by Hyunjin.
The way he didn’t ask, he took. Like he had every right to.
Your arms snaked around his neck, holding him close to you. Afraid he might disappear. This time he didn’t hesitate, he lifted you, holding you in his arms before dropping you down onto the bed. It felt like only you and him existed, only briefly. That connection was poked at by the other man, standing, observing. Felix’s eyes devoured you. Surveying every curve when you laid there, legs open slightly, loose band shirt riding up your stomach. You were asking. Offering.
He kept himself at a distance. Not hesitating. Just waiting. So patiently it made you ache.
“Come closer, doll” Hyunjin urged.
You obeyed. Deciding to focus on him rather than Felix. Your legs, now dangling off the white cushion. Hyunjin dropped down to his knees. The sight made you groan. You want to reach out, so you did. You give in. Threading your fingers into the thick strands.
He was eager, the opposite of Felix. He embodied impatience like gold metal.
His large palms brushed carefully over the smooth skin of your thigh, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. His thumb only ghosting over the middle of your boxers. Again with the damn teasing. God you were soaked.
Hyunjin licked his lips, quick to hook his fingers under the band, pulling them off agonizingly slow.
He made sure to note how your eyebrows curled at the action, frustrating you for his own delight. Now that you were bare, open for him, he tested himself, pretty lips hovering over your heat. Delaying any movement, his eyes glossed over yours. Keeping the contact there.
“You want this?” He asked.
A whimper escaped, you felt needy. He was being mean, just like you were earlier.
“Jinnie, please. I need to feel your lips, please, I want you so fucking bad..”
Feeling him now became a necessity. The last thing you saw was Hyunjin giving you a smile that was too innocent for the dark in his irises.
He didn’t give you time to be shy.
Not even a second to think, to breathe.
Hyunjin submitted and buried his face between your legs like a man starved. He was hungry. Made that known.
He wanted you to know. You had to know what you did to him. Every pass of his tongue between your wet folds showing that evidently.
Your head flew back, tugging at his hair for support, sobs leaving your throat uncontrollably. The bundle of muscle, warm against your sensitive bud, careful not to overdo it. He knew exactly what he was working with. He was prepared.
Your eyes closed—letting the pleasure take over. Almost forgetting there was someone else in the room with you two. Until, you felt warm lips and wet kisses down your neck. He finally stopped waiting.
The mattress dipped beside you, Felix next to you, a mix of his tongue and teeth grazing your throat gently. So gentle, your breath couldn’t keep up. The difference. To him you were only delicate, a rose. His rose. And he’d treat you as such.
You felt the heat of his fingers when he snuck under your shirt, the tips grazing over the scars there. Making their way to your nipple, tugging slightly. It made you shiver.
“Such a pretty muse, taste so fucking good” Hyunjin muttered against your skin, only sending you more over the edge. It scared you how fast the knot in your stomach built.
You’ve been with others before. It wasn’t the same, usually a quick fuck as a stress reliever. Did it ever relieve the stress? No, but you still pulled through.
Hyunjin then pushed in, two digits exploring deep inside your walls. Felix was in time with the new sensation. He bit your neck again—hard—claiming.
Your moans were loud. The soft squelch of his fingers fucking you thoroughly, filling the space just as much as they filled you.
Your hips twitched and bucked, chasing the high that soon crashed into you. Hyunjin tasted, sucked and cleaned you with his tongue, guiding you down from your climax.
“You did so well, princess” a sweet whispered nothing coming from Felix. It sounded more of a low growl into your ear. His accent and the bass of his voice making your heart race.
“Shit..that was so good” you breathed out.
“That was only the beginning sweetheart. Remember, you asked for this.” Hyunjin said.
A statement. A fact. A promise.
Despite Hyunjin’s words, you pulled Felix in for a kiss that was heartwarming, sweet—oh so sweet. Passionate and loving—finally. His free hand cradled the side of your face with care, thumb brushing your cheek.
Felix pulled away for a breath, just to look at you. Soaking in that this is real, you’re real, you’re here—on full display—not just for him, but for Hyunjin too.
“Our Angel was hoping you’d give him some attention, weren’t you Lixie?” Hyunjin baited, a smile filled with unsaid feelings spread, looking up at the blonde. Still on his knees. His arms traveled around Felix’s leg, holding him there. Hugging. Egging him on, daring him to do something—anything.
It was going to be one eventful night.
A/N ,, Hi lovelies! I hope you enjoyed this little oneshot I decided to write. Us trans male readers surely don’t have enough to work with. I COME WITH FOOD. This is only a part 1 to the smut! There will be two other parts soon!!
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