kenia

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you were terrible at poker.

half an hour in, you were already down to your bra and panties while the guys were still holding steady in their jeans. hyunjin’s shirt was gone, of course, and chan had peeled off his hoodie early on, but they both managed to act seemingly unbothered. meanwhile, you were practically squirming in embarrassment, crossing your legs and squeezing your thighs together to keep their wandering eyes at bay.

“you’re fucking cheating,” you grumbled, tossing your cards down with a huff.

“you’re just bad at bluffing,” hyunjin teased, his gaze dragging lazily across your exposed skin as his lips curled into a sly grin.

“he’s not wrong,” chan added, taking a sip of his drink, his dimples flashing as his eyes lingered just a moment too long on the swell of your chest. “you’ve got a terrible poker face.”

you shot him a glare, but it only seemed to amuse him more.

“fine,” you muttered, rising from your seat to go grab another drink and ignoring the way hyunjin’s gaze dropped straight to your ass as soon as you turned your back.

after too many rounds, way too many shots, and not nearly enough wins to even pretend you had a chance at dignity any longer, things took a turn you hadn’t expected.

chan leaned back in his seat, fingers drumming against his thigh, looking like he was contemplating something.

“just admit it,” he said suddenly, the words cutting through the hazy warmth of the room.

you paused mid-sip of your tequila, glancing over at him with furrowed brows. “admit what?”

chan raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between you and hyunjin, his tongue pressing briefly into his cheek before he spoke.

“that you two have been hooking up.”

your heart nearly dropped into the bottom of your shot glass.

“what?” you stammered, spilling a few drops of tequila onto the floor. “i- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” the heat creeping up your cheeks made your denial much less convincing.

hyunjin wasn’t exactly subtle either. his eyes went wide, and in his usual terrible attempts at hiding literally anything, he instantly choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as he hastily wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

chan scoffed, his suspicions only growing as he looked between the two of you, clearly entertained by your awkward, fumbling denials. “seriously? you really think you can lie to me?” he leaned forward slightly, bracing his elbows on his knees. “the sneaky looks, the weird excuses at parties when i leave the room, the way you’ve both been acting tonight… come on, i’m not an idiot.”

“must be off base on this one, man,” hyunjin murmured weakly, scratching at the back of his neck, but chan wasn’t buying it.

“am i?” chan pressed, his tone shifting— lighter, but with a cruel edge buried beneath it. “you’re not even that subtle about it. either you thought you were being sneaky enough, or you just didn’t care if i noticed. my guess is the latter.”

the smugness laced in chan’s voice sent a sharp buzz of irritation through you, snapping the last threads of your patience. you let out a loud sigh, sitting up straighter as your eyes flicked briefly to hyunjin’s before landing on chan.

“fine, okay, yes,” you admitted, shooting hyunjin a half-apologetic, half-exasperated look. “whatever- you got us. we’ve hooked up a couple of times. and?”

hyunjin groaned softly under his breath, slouching slightly, as if trying to disappear. “fuck’s sake, man,” he muttered, side-eyeing chan.

chan tilted his head like he quite literally wasn’t stirring the pot, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“because it’s none of your business,” you shot back, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking slightly back into the couch.

“it kinda is,” chan countered, his voice low, dangerously close to a growl. his body seemed to move closer, gaze narrowing as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “you guys are my friends, aren’t you?”

“so what?” hyunjin cut in, his hands gripping his knees as a faint flush tinted his cheeks. his tone was sharp, but the tension in his voice betrayed him. “what’s the point here? you already seem to know everything anyway.”

“the point,” chan said matter-of-factly, “is that you might as well stop sneaking around.”

hyunjin frowned, leaning forward warily. “what the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

you didn’t miss the way chan’s gaze burned hotter the longer he looked at you, like he was debating just how far he could push this.

“i’m saying…” he trailed off, shifting his gaze briefly to hyunjin before turning his attention back to you, “…if you’re going to keep fucking around, why not just be honest about it? especially since…” his voice dropped further, dragging the pause just enough to make your stomach twist with nervous anticipation.

“…i want in.”

the silence that followed was crushing.

“what?” you finally breathed, the single word spilling from your lips in disbelief.

chan raised an eyebrow, clearly unbothered by your shock. “you heard me.”

you stared at him, mouth opening and closing, but your brain scrambled for something to say— anything to make sense of what you’d just heard.

“wow,” hyunjin muttered after another painstakingly long pause, rubbing his temples like the entire conversation was giving him a migraine. “you’re not even pretending to hold back, are you?”

“should i?” chan shot back easily, a teasing grin plastered across his face. he gestured casually towards you, as though the answer was obvious. “look at her. she’s sitting there in her fucking bra and panties, blushing like a virgin when i say anything remotely dirty. you’re telling me you’ve touched her- fucked her- and it’s just supposed to be… what? a secret? i’m supposed to sit here and act like i’m not imagining it?”

you sat there completely frozen, partly from the audacity, and partly from the way the words made heat coil low within you.

hyunjin’s groan barely masked the faint twitch in his jaw— or the way his thigh pressed harder against yours, like he was fighting an urge of his own.

“what are we supposed to do about this, then?” hyunjin asked finally, his voice tight.

chan leaned back, casually draping his arm over the couch as if he’d already won. “easy,” he said, with a low voice that rolled off his tongue smoothly.

“…you share.”

- - -

you didn’t even have time to respond.

one second, you were gaping at chan in shocked silence; the next, hyunjin’s lips were on yours— hot, desperate, and claiming.

his hands moved to your waist instantly, pulling you into his lap like you belonged there. the kiss was messy, all tongue and teeth, and the hunger behind it made you mind spin. his nails dug lightly into your hips as he guided them down against him, hardening against you with each slow grind.

“she’s not just yours,” chan muttered. his voice vibrating with possessiveness that left your thighs clenching as he moved closer.

chan’s hands gripped your thighs from behind, spreading them further apart as hyunjin kissed you harder, tilting your head back in his hands to deepen the connection. the sudden shift left you balancing precariously, thighs trembling as you braced yourself with a soft moan.

“god,” hyunjin breathed, his lips leaving yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses along your jaw and neck, his soft, silky voice dripping with praise. “you’re so fucking pretty, you know that? can’t believe i didn’t get more of you sooner.”

but there wasn’t time to reply because chan grabbed your chin, chuckling darkly at the dazed look on your face as he tilted it toward him.

“don’t hog her, hyunjin,” chan teased, his breath ghosting over your lips for just a second before he kissed you.

unlike hyunjin’s aggression, chan’s kiss was wickedly controlled, his tongue sliding past your lips as he took his time tasting you. he tasted faintly like tequila, intoxicating on their own, and every calculated movement of his mouth drove you closer to that edge of dizzying surrender.

“you thought you were so sneaky, huh?” chan murmured into your mouth, one of his hands sliding up your side to slip under the strap of your bra. fingers curling around your bare skin as he gave you a soft squeeze. “hooking up with him. sneaking around like a bad little girl.”

“you wouldn’t have lasted one night being subtle,” hyunjin laughed breathily, his hands shifting to the unclasp your bra just as chan tugged at the strap, spreading you open to their hungry stares.

“fuck,” chan groaned, his broad palm cupping one breast, his thumb brushing lazily over the peak before leaning down to suck it lightly into his mouth.

“god, your tits,” he muttered as his tongue flicked out, swirling around your swollen nipple. he grinned against your skin when you let out a broken moan, your chest arching instinctively into his mouth. “you’re gonna fall apart before we even really start, aren’t you, baby?”

“she’s so sensitive,” hyunjin murmured fondly, his tone almost admiring as his slender fingers trailed delicately down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

it wasn’t long before his hand dipped past your panties, but he only stroked teasingly at first, fingers brushing lightly over the damp lace. when he pressed a finger more firmly against your slick entrance, you gasped, your hips involuntarily jerking forward.

“oh, you like that, huh?” hyunjin grinned, curling his fingers against the soaked fabric. “you’re already so wet.” his words made you whimper softly, shaky little breaths spilling from your lips as your head tilted back against chan’s shoulder.

but, of course, chan wasn’t interested in hyunjin drawing things out.

“stop fucking around,” he snapped, leveling hyunjin with a look that sent heat straight to your core.

without waiting, chan’s hand moved in tandem with hyunjin’s, his calloused fingers hooking into your panties and tugging them down roughly.

“these are in the way,” chan said gruffly, tossing the lace to the side carelessly, and then his fingers were there— two thick digits plunging inside you without hesitation.

“fuck, chan,” you moaned, your hands gripping his thick thighs for balance as he moved his fingers rhythmically, curling them so perfectly that you were practically seeing stars.

“yeah, that’s right,” chan growled against your ear, taking incredible pride in the way your hips bucked against his hand. “you begged for this earlier, didn’t you? you didn’t even know what for, just said ‘please’ like a bratty little slut.”

hyunjin let out a soft chuckle at that, his thumb gently stroking at your trembling thigh. “don’t be mean to her,” he murmured, his fingers returning to rub slow circles around your clit.

it was too much— chan’s large, skilled fingers filling you so perfectly, his palm slapping lightly against your folds with every thrust, and hyunjin’s more delicate touch finding that sensitive bundle of nerves like it was his secret weapon.

when you tried to twist your hips to pull away and get some form of relief, chan wrapped an arm around your waist, pinning you firmly against his chest with a cocky laugh.

“where do you think you’re going, huh?” he taunted, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he drove his fingers deeper, the squelching sound embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room. “you’re gonna take everything we give you, baby, whether you like it or not.”

“fuck, you’re so wet for us,” hyunjin whispered in awe, clearly enthralled by the mess slicking your thighs as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “you’re so perfect, baby- so good for us, yeah?”

their hands moved in perfect sync— chan’s rough and commanding, hyunjin’s gentle and precise— driving you completely insane.

“it’s too much,” you whimpered, shaking your head as your hands gripped chan’s forearm desperately.

“you can take more,” chan growled, nipping lightly at your shoulder. “you’ll take as much as we say, baby. because you’re ours now.”

“aren’t you, sweetheart?” hyunjin asked sweetly, his lips brushing your temple.

you nodded breathlessly, barely managing the words, “yes… oh, fuck, yes.”

chan finally let you fall over that edge, your orgasm crashing down hard enough to send your thighs violently trembling. his growls of praise and hyunjin’s soft whispers were all you could hear above the blood rushing in your ears.

“she’s a mess,” chan muttered, watching the way your legs twitched, still throbbing around his fingers as he finally pulled them out with a wet, obscene noise.

“a pretty mess,” hyunjin corrected with a small smile, wiping a few stray tears from your cheeks.

you were still trying to catch your breath, slumped bonelessly against chan’s chest, when he suddenly hauled you upright with zero effort, lifting you off hyunjin’s lap and onto the couch beside him.

“don’t even think about getting comfortable,” chan said, his dimpled grin softening the sharp command just barely as he leaned close, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips. “we’re not done yet, baby. not even close.”

“you think we’re just gonna stop here?” hyunjin asked, pressing a soft kiss against your inner thigh, his fingers ghosted over your skin, tracing patterns against the goosebumps there. “oh no, sweetheart… we’re having so much fun with you.”

your breath hitched, heat blooming forcefully back in your stomach despite the protest of your overstimulated body.

it wasn’t a question of whether they wanted to keep going— because the answer was crystal clear. the real question was whether you could handle it.

- - -

“please,” you whimpered, the words spilling out before you could stop yourself, barely aware of what you were even begging for as the pulsing heat low in your gut burned hotter. it didn’t matter— chan and hyunjin already knew exactly what you needed.

chan shifted behind you, pressing closer until his warmth practically consumed you whole, his hands on your hips guiding your body just enough to feel the stiff, unmistakable press of him against your ass.

“you feel that, sweetheart?” he asked as his hands slid down to squeeze your thighs, fingers digging possessively into the soft flesh. “you think you can take both of us?”

the weight of his implication hovered heavy in the air, the words tangled in hazy lust before they even fully registered.

hyunjin froze, his sharp inhale audible before a low, excited moan escaped him. “in one hole?” he repeated, his voice tinged with incredulity but mixed with drunken anticipation.

your head snapped between the two of them, cheeks hot enough to burn as their gazes pinned you in place. “i don’t think—”

“no, she can,” chan cut in, his confident drawl brooking no argument. his eyes gleamed, a cocky grin tugging at his lips. “we’ll fit- it’ll be tight, but she’s soaked enough.”

hyunjin’s gaze flickered from chan to you, wide-eyed for just a moment before he swallowed hard, that disbelief melting into an eager grin as his fingers shifted to hook beneath your knee.

“fuck it,” he muttered as he guided one of your legs over his shoulder, leaving you trembling and fully at their mercy. “let’s find out.”

needless to say it was…. messy at first, awkward and clumsy as the alcohol coursing through your veins left you all fumbling to adjust. hyunjin cursed under his breath when his hips didn’t line up the way he wanted, and chan’s booming laugh only irritated him further, his teeth flashing in a grin as he teased.

“are you really struggling this much, hyune?” chan said, his tone laced with mockery that set hyunjin’s jaw tight.

“fuck off,” hyunjin shot back, though the tinge of redness in his face gave him away.

“you’re the one who insisted on going first, pretty boy,” chan reminded him smugly, shifting ever so slightly to lean in closer, his hands gripping your leg. his voice dipped, softer now, as he addressed you instead. “don’t worry, baby. he’s just warming you up for me.”

chan’s calm, commanding presence was grounding, like a reassurance you shouldn’t need— but did.

hyunjin’s frustration softened the instant he began to ease inside you, his hands tightening on your hips as he pressed forward. the stretch burned slightly, but the sensation of fullness— his girth sliding deeper— drew a loud, trembling moan from you, your nails digging into chan’s forearms in search of stability.

“oh my goddd,” you gasped, the words high-pitched and breathless as your walls clenched tightly around him.

“fuuuckk, you’re taking me so well,” hyunjin muttered, his voice trembling against the overwhelming heat of your body. his eyes clamped shut for a moment as his hips sank flush against yours, bottoming out completely.

chan’s hand slid up your thigh, his calloused palm spreading over your skin. “good,” he said flatly with a rough edge of approval, his gaze fixed on where hyunjin disappeared inside you. “now make some room for me.”

hyunjin turned sharply to glare at him, his sharp features scrunching up. “seriously? i just got in.”

“you’ll live,” chan replied with a wicked laugh, his grin spreading wider with every grumble hyunjin muttered under his breath. but then chan’s focus shifted, and you felt the entire weight of it as he positioned himself.

the blunt, thick head of chan’s cock pressed at your entrance where hyunjin already filled you, the stretch making you gasp before he even started to push in.

“shiiiit,” chan swore under his breath, and the strain in his voice told you plenty— this wasn’t easy for him either.

“mmmph,” you whimpered again as chan began to inch his way next to hyunjin, the feeling so overwhelming you weren’t even sure how to process it.

it wasn’t painful per se, but it was almost too much— your walls struggling to accommodate the both of them as all the heat pooling in your belly snapped and coiled tighter.

“so fucking tight,” chan hissed. his fingers gripped your thighs like a lifeline, breathing hard as he pushed further, the stretch forcing his groan out in a deep, rough sound.

your head fell back with a desperate cry, your body trembling as heat flared through you like an unrelenting wave. you couldn’t stop the pathetic, broken moans spilling from your lips, your hips bucking slightly with every minor movement of theirs.

“hear that?” hyunjin rasped, his hands clutching your waist tighter to keep himself steady, his lips parted as he stared down at you in awe. “she’s fucking dripping.”

“yeah? no shit,” chan growled lowly, pressing against you fully now as his hips rolled experimentally. “can feel her clenching like fucking crazy.”

hyunjin might’ve still been annoyed when it started, but the second they found their rhythm, his frustration disappeared.

everything became too much all at once. hyunjin’s shorter, rhythmic thrusts paired with chan’s slower yet forceful pace left you shaking— the perfect combination that had your body thrumming like an overstretched string.

“so fucking good,” chan groaned in your ear, his deep voice sending vibrations rippling through you.

“she’s perfect,” hyunjin panted, his fingers tracing over the flushed skin of your hips as he angled himself just enough to hit the spot that made your vision white.

“push your tits together,” chan rasped suddenly, his movements faltering just enough to show how wrecked he was. “let me see them, baby. pretty little thing…”

you scrambled to obey, your hands trembling as you pressed your breasts together, pushing them up in offering. chan groaned loudly, the sound almost guttural, as he leaned forward, skimming his slick tongue down your neck and over your chest.

“that’s it,” he muttered against your skin, his teeth grazing the swell of your breasts before pressing a kiss between them. “so goddamn perfect for us.”

“fuck- spit on ‘em,” hyunjin added breathlessly from above you, his gaze glassy with lust as it flicked between your chest and your trembling mouth.

chan paused for a moment, sitting back to tilt your chin up toward him. “you heard him, sweetheart,” he murmured, running his thumb along your lower lip.

your lips parted instinctively, and he looked impossibly pleased as your tongue darted out slightly before he let a string of spit fall into your mouth.

“good girl,” he murmured, brushing the back of his hand down your cheek before leaning back to watch as you lazily let it drip from your lips, splashing lightly between the valley of your breasts. hyunjin groaned at the sight, his hips stuttering against you.

“she looks so fucking good like this,” hyunjin panted, his grip on your waist rougher now as he lost himself in the rhythm. “god, you’re amazing, baby.”

their combined movements had you spiraling. the heat, the weight of their bodies, their filthy words— it all came crashing together as your orgasm ripped through you, drawing out a sound so high-pitched and desperate it was almost embarrassing.

you clenched so tightly around them mid-orgasm that it sent hyunjin doubling over, his groan joining chan’s growls as they fucked you through your release, their movements faltering as they reached their own.

when they finally stilled, the three of you were trembling, shaking heaps of sweat-slicked skin twisted together.

chan kissed the side of your neck, his lips pressed soft and firm against your pulse. “good girl,” he murmured, voice still breathless and low.

“you’re fucking crazy,” hyunjin muttered, swiping at his damp hair with one hand as his chest heaved.

chan laughed softly, his grin cocky as he leaned forward to murmur, “and she’s not done yet.”

you could barely breathe, but the way your stomach flipped at his words told you one thing— neither of them planned to stop anytime soon.

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"How did you sleep?" Chan asked. Your beautiful boyfriend did his best, but at this moment, you despised him because he was certainly not suffering from earth-shattering period cramps.

"Ow... Don't look at me. It hurts." You could barely open your eyes as you clutched your lower belly. This was a bad period.

He pressed a short kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. Anything I can do for you?" He sat down in front of the bed and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"Rip out my uterus for me."

Chan chuckled. "Yeah, I won't do that. We might need it in a few years. But wow, I forgot how dark you get on your period."

"You try to keep a good attitude when a thousand rusty knives are stabbing your lower back and stomach." You shot him a frustrated look before another wave of cramps hit and your face contorted in pain.

Chan picked you up under your knees and arms and lifted you up. He carefully placed you down on the couch. You were still groaning in pain.

A few moments later, Chan put a hot water bottle on your stomach and covered you with a blanket.

"Okay, your tea is still steeping in the kitchen but in the meantime we have chocolate, cookies and chips. What would you like?" He sat on the ottoman in front of the couch and held up each item as he mentioned it.

You didn't have much luck dating good boys in the past. All of your exes didn't want to touch you when you told them you were on your period. Yet, they still somehow expected you to use your hands and/or mouth to get them off. You hadn't realized how messed up that was at the time. Your self-esteem used to be too low. You just accepted the way those boys treated you.

Even though you were at a much healthier place mentally now, you couldn't help the tears forming in your eyes. You were touched by Chan's effort and partly mourning that hurt young girl you once were. It wasn't easy to pick yourself back up and rebuild trust in yourself again. But you were doing it. And it hadn't been easy.

"Oh, my love... Does it hurt that badly? Have you taken your painkillers?" Your boyfriend rushed over and cupped your face.

The worried look on his face made your tears finally spill out and you smiled at him. "Thank you... For everything you're doing for me." You placed your hand on his, which was resting on your cheek. There was so much warmth, compassion, and adoration in Chan's eyes.

"Can you lie down with me, Chan? I prefer you to the hot water bottle." He nodded sweetly and joined you on the couch spooning you.

Without being asked, he took off his shirt so you could feel his body heat better. His stomach warmed your back, where the cramps had been the most intense. His arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the world. After a while, his fingers found your hip creases, rubbing little circles on them.

You had told Chan months ago about the intense pain that you usually feel in your hips when you're menstruating. It wasn't a big conversation but he seemed to remember.

You sighed with relief.

"Better?" He continued to massage your hips and lower stomach. You didn't even feel self-conscious about your visibly bloated stomach. You felt so comfortable in Chan's presence.