Eat Me, Hasselhoff.

The whole idea behind this trip was so that you, Jeno, and Jaemin could reconnect after being busy with work. Jeno had been busy with his bar, which had been taking off in recent months, and Jaemin had been stuck in a pool non-stop, but that's what happens when you're a coach for a high school swim team. You yourself had been a little busy, working your way up the ranks at your corporate office job.

Jeno and Jaemin were already thick as thieves when you met them in middle school. Your family had just moved into the neighborhood and you were so nervous about starting school in a new place. But on your first day, the two of them welcomed you warmly and made you feel at home. You became fast friends, and before you knew it, a duo became a trio. You three were always together, going to school, hanging out after school, and then doing whatever on the weekends.

But somewhere along the way, things changed. Your feelings for them changed. You couldn't explain it, you just...fell for them. Hard. But the two of them never saw you like that, at least you thought they didn't. They dated around and always had a girlfriend, and you were the one always watching them. Watching them from the side, and sometimes wishing that it was you.

Now, as the three of you stood in the tiny kitchenette, you felt awkward. Jeno and Jaemin were acting weird throughout this whole trip, and it was beginning to get on your nerves. They were quieter than normal and were constantly looking at you when they thought you weren't looking. They weren't touching you like they usually would, either, no more head pats or arms wrapped around your shoulders. It was almost like they were trying to keep their distance from you, and you had no idea why.

And when the RV stopped at an unoccupied campground, you cornered them both in the small space and demanded what was going on. You never imagined being confessed to by the both of them at the same time.

"What?" you say, dumbfounded. You're not sure how long you had stood there, frozen, not knowing what to say.

"So, which one of us are you going to choose?" Jaemin asks.

"I-I," you're still unsure how to react, "You're joking with me, right? This is a joke, isn't it?" You're trying to laugh it off, hoping that this is a big joke and they'll break character soon. But neither of them move. Neither of them even crack a smile. "Jeno? Jaemin? You're messing with me, right?"

They're still silent. Your heart is beating out of your chest, your throat goes dry. "This is a joke, right?" your voice trembles. "Guys?"

"No," Jeno speaks softly, his eyes cast down to the floor, "It's not."

Your head is spinning, and you're having trouble breathing. The RV starts to feel small, the walls are closing in. It's silent, aside from your heavy breathing, the only sound filling the room.

"Say something, please." Jaemin whispers. "Y/N, please."

What can you say? Your best friends of many years have just confessed their love for you, and they're expecting an answer, but what are you supposed to say? How can you even begin to tell them how you're feeling right now?

"I don't know," you finally say.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Jeno asks.

"I mean, I don't know what to say." You feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest. "You both just confessed your feelings for me, and I don't know how to respond."

"We understand if you don't feel the same way," Jaemin says. "But we wanted you to know how we felt. We didn't want to keep it a secret anymore."

"We know it's a lot to process, but we're here for you," Jeno says, reaching out to grab your hand. You flinch at his touch and when you look at Jeno, his face drops a little.

"I need some time to think," you say, taking a step back. "I need to figure this out, I'm sorry." You turn and quickly leave the RV.

You walk down the path, not knowing where you're going, and not caring. You just need to get away. Away from the guys, away from their confession, away from the confusing feelings they're making you feel.

"Y/N! Wait!"

You hear Jeno calling for you, and it only makes you walk faster. But before you can get too far, a pair of strong hands grab you by the arm and spins you around. You come face-to-face with Jeno, his expression full of concern.

"Where are you going?" he asks, his voice a little breathless from running after you.

"I-I don't know," you admit, trying to pull your arm from his grasp. But he holds firm. "Let go of me, Jeno."

"No, not until you talk to me." His voice is pleading. "Y/N, please."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"This!" you say, motioning between the two of you. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Doing what?" Jeno repeats, his eyes searching yours. "Y/N, talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

"Everything is wrong," you cry, feeling the tears start to flow. You see Jaemin running up behind Jeno, but you're so overcome with emotions that you don't care. "You and Jaemin, telling me how you feel, it's all wrong."

"How is that wrong?" Jaemin asks as stands next to you.

"Because!"

"Because why?" he asks.

"Because I've been in love with both of you for years," you yell, your voice echoing off the trees. You let out a sob and bury your face in your hands. "And now, you're making me choose, and I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt either of you, but I can't choose between you. So, why are you making me choose?"

You feel strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You cling to the person, burying your face in their shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. You hear voices speaking, but you're too upset to pay attention.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Jeno says, his voice close to your ear. "We didn't know. We never would have done this if we knew."

"It's not fair," you cry, still clinging to him. "I'm so tired of watching the two of you go through girls and I'm left alone, watching. And when I entertain the thoughts of having either of you, I'm just hit with the reality that it's never going to happen. That if I'm with one of you, then our friendship is ruined and I'm not willing to risk that. But now, I'm faced with the reality that I can't have either of you."

"Why do you think you can't have us?" Jaemin softly asks.

"Because I'm afraid of what will happen if I do."

"What are you talking about?" Jeno asks, gently pushing you away from him and holding your face between his hands, forcing you to look at him. "Why would anything change?"

"Because relationships change things, Jeno." You feel yourself tearing up again. "What if you one of you get tired of me? What if you change your mind and realize that you don't actually love me? What if you stop wanting to hang out with me? Stop talking to me? What if..."

"Hey, hey," Jaemin interrupts you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. "Stop, okay? Just stop. We're not going anywhere, we're not going to change, and we're not going to stop wanting to be around you. And besides, none of those 'what ifs' are going to happen because we're not going to leave you. Ever. And we're certainly not going to stop loving you."

"But...I don't understand," you say, shaking your head.

"Let's take the rest of this trip to just… be together." Jeno says, rubbing the tears from your cheeks. "No decisions. No pressure."

You stare at him, not quite understanding what he's saying. "What are you suggesting?" you ask, wiping your eyes.

"Let's just enjoy the rest of the trip," he says. "Spend time together, have fun, and at the end of the trip, we'll sit down and talk. Just the three of us. Okay? And we'll figure this out."

You look over at Jaemin, and he gives you a reassuring smile and nods. "We don't have to decide anything now," he says. "Let's just...be together, like Jeno said."

You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, and nod. "Okay," you say, giving a small smile. "I think I can do that."

Jaemin lets out a sigh of relief and Jeno wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. You return the hug, burying your face in his neck and letting yourself relax. You feel Jaemin's arms wrap around both of you and the three of you stand there, embracing each other.

As the week goes on, the three of you get back into the groove of things. You spend the days exploring, hiking, and sightseeing. You enjoy the fresh air and the beautiful scenery, and you even go canoeing on the lake nearby. Jeno and Jaemin keep the conversations light and playful, and the tension from the RV confession melts away.

But at night, when it's just the three of you in the bedroom, the air is charged. You can feel it in the way Jeno and Jaemin watch you, the way their eyes linger on your body, the way their touches last a bit longer. You feel yourself getting warmer every time they look at you, and you're pretty sure they can hear your heartbeat.

You try to ignore the tension, telling yourself that it's nothing, that it's just your imagination. But every night, when the lights go out, you can't help but wonder what would happen if you gave in. If you let yourself go, and just...let it happen. You lie awake, listening to the sound of Jeno and Jaemin breathing, and you think about what it would be like. What would it be like to have their hands on you, their mouths on you, their bodies pressed against yours? What would it be like to have both of them at the same time?

You toss and turn, unable to sleep, the thoughts racing through your head. You're frustrated, and the tension is building inside you, threatening to explode.

"Can't sleep, Y/N?" Jaemin whispers, rolling over onto his side, his head propped up on his elbow.

"No," you say, your voice soft. "I can't."

"Me neither," he says, his eyes locking onto yours.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart race, and your palms get sweaty. The tension is growing, and you're not sure if you can take it anymore. You feel yourself trembling, and your breath is coming out in short pants.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his brows knitting together in concern.

"No," you whisper, barely able to speak.

"What's wrong?" Jeno asks, rolling onto his side and mirroring Jaemin.

"I can't take this anymore," you say, your voice breaking. "The tension is killing me. I can't sleep, I can't think, I can't do anything. It's driving me crazy."

"What tension?" Jaemin asks, his voice low and husky.

"You know what I'm talking about," you say, looking between the two of them. "Don't pretend like you don't."

Jeno and Jaemin share a look, and a smile tugs at the corner of their lips. "So, what are you going to do about it?" Jeno asks, his voice dropping even lower.

"I...I don't know," you reply, your own voice faltering.

"Maybe," Jaemin starts, "you should do something about it."

You feel your cheeks getting hot and your heart rate quickening. "What?"

"Do something about it," he says, leaning in closer. "If the tension is driving you crazy, then do something about it."

Your eyes flicker between his eyes and his lips, and you feel yourself trembling. You're not sure if it's from the tension, or if it's from his closeness.

"Do something, Y/N," Jaemin repeats, his eyes darkening. "Before I do."

You swallow hard, your breath hitching in your throat.

"Go ahead," Jeno whispers, his eyes boring into yours. "Kiss him."

You hesitate, not sure if this is really happening. But before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean forward, closing the gap between you and Jaemin. His lips are soft and warm against yours, and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. He kisses you back, slowly at first, then more urgently. Your hands find their way into his hair, and you tug at the strands. He groans, and the sound sends shivers down your spine.

You break apart, breathing heavily, and stare at each other. Your heart is pounding, and your skin is on fire.

"Now kiss me," Jeno says, his voice low and commanding.

You turn towards him, and he cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. He leans in, capturing your lips with his. His kiss is different than Jaemin's, but no less passionate. He's gentle, but demanding, and his tongue slides along yours. You feel your knees buckle, and you grasp onto him for support.

You pull back, panting, and look at both of them. Their eyes are dark, their pupils dilated, and their chests are rising and falling rapidly. You feel dizzy, and your mind is spinning. "What now?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

"Whatever you want, kitten," Jaemin says, his voice thick with desire.

"Whatever you want, princess," Jeno says, his gaze never leaving yours.

You shiver at their pet names, feeling a rush of heat pool in your belly. You don't know what to say but you definitely know what you want to do. Sitting up in bed, you pull your shirt over your head and throw it aside. You're not sure who moves first, but suddenly, you're back flat on your back and Jeno and Jaemin are hovering over you, their faces inches from yours.

"Are you sure about this, baby?" Jaemin whispers, his voice deep and husky.

"Yes," you reply, nodding vigorously.

"If at any point you want to stop, just say so," Jeno says. "Promise us."

"I promise," you say, smiling softly.

"Good girl," Jeno murmurs, before lowering his lips to yours.

Jaemin starts trailing kisses down your neck, while Jeno devours your lips. You moan as their hands explore your body, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You can feel Jaemin's hands tugging at the waistband of your shorts, and Jeno's fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra. The two of them make quick work of the rest of your clothes, tossing them aside without a care. Their eyes roam over your exposed body, their gazes hungry and predatory.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Y/N," Jeno mutters, his voice hoarse.

"Gorgeous," Jaemin agrees, his hands trailing along your sides.

You can feel your face heating up under their scrutiny, and you bite your lip nervously.

"Are you okay, baby?" Jaemin asks, his hand stilling.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one who's naked here," you reply, reaching out and tugging at his shirt.

Jaemin smiles and sits up, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside. His bare chest is toned and muscular, and you can't help but admire the view. Jeno sits up as well, quickly stripping off his own shirt, and your eyes roam over his equally muscular body.

"Happy now?" Jeno asks, a smirk on his lips.

You nod, unable to form words. It's not like you never saw them shirtless before, but seeing them like this, doing this with you, it's a whole new experience.

Jaemin leans in and captures your lips, his tongue swiping across the seam of your mouth. You moan as his hands move to cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. "God, your tits are perfect," he growls, his eyes darkening.

You gasp as his mouth moves to suck on your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Jeno's hand moves between your legs, his fingers dipping into your wetness.

"Fuck, you're so wet for us, princess," he groans, his eyes never leaving yours. He adds a second finger, stretching you, and you cry out as his thumb circles your clit. "You like that?"

"Yes," you pant, arching your back.

Jaemin switches to your other breast, lavishing it with attention, while Jeno's fingers continue their assault. The sensations are overwhelming, and you feel like you're about to burst.

"Jeno, Jaemin," you moan, their names falling from your lips. You watch as Jeno settles between your legs, his mouth inches from where his fingers are. You gasp as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy, princess?" Jeno asks, his voice dripping with lust.

"Yes, please," you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand.

Jeno smiles and leans in, his tongue replacing his fingers. You cry out as his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking and licking. Jaemin kisses his way up your neck, his lips capturing yours once more. You tangle your fingers in his hair, kissing him back with fervor. His hand trails down your stomach, joining Jeno's between your legs.

Jeno licks a broad stripe up your slit before focusing on your clit, alternating between sucking and circling it with his tongue. Jaemin slips a finger inside you, then another, curling them up to hit that spot deep within you. "Does that feel good, baby?" he murmurs, nipping at your ear.

"Yes," you gasp, unable to form any other words.

"Tell us what you want, princess," Jeno says, pulling away and sitting back on his heels. His lips and chin are glistening with your juices.

"I want you both," you moan, looking between them.

"Both of us, huh?" Jeno teases, his eyes dancing.

"At the same time?" Jaemin whispers, his tongue flicking over your earlobe.

"Y-yes," you stammer, your breath hitching.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised," Jeno chuckles, his fingers skimming down your spine.

"We've had the same thought," Jaemin murmurs, his lips tracing the curve of your jaw.

"You've...what?" You can barely form a coherent thought as their hands and mouths explore every inch of your body.

"Mm, we've talked about it," Jeno says, his voice husky. "About how we've both wanted you."

"And how we've wanted to share you," Jaemin adds, his lips brushing against yours.

"Share?" Your heart is pounding, and your brain is trying to process what they're saying.

"About how good you'd look, between the two of us," Jaemin whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"About how good it would feel," Jeno continues.

"About us fucking you," Jaemin says, his hand trailing down your stomach. "Having you cum around our cocks." Jaemin's hand continues lower, until his fingers are sliding through your slick folds. You moan as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles. "God, you're so wet for us, babe," he says, his lips curving into a wicked grin. "Were you this wet when Jeno went down on you?"

"She was," Jeno says, his hand reaching around to cup your breast. "She was practically dripping."

"You liked that, didn't you, baby?" Jaemin asks, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Y-yes," you stutter, biting back a moan as his fingers curl inside you.

"Did it feel good when he ate your pussy, baby?" Jaemin continues, his voice dropping lower.

"Y-yes," you repeat, unable to form any other words.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy, Y/N?" Jaemin whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

"God, yes," you moan, your hips bucking against his hand. Jaemin gives you a smirk, before kissing his way down your body.

Jeno leaves the bed momentarily, tugging off his pants and briefs before coming back. He settles near your head, cock in hand, stroking it slowly. "Suck my cock, princess," he says, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.

You swallow hard and nod, opening your mouth and letting him slide his cock between your lips. He's so big and thick that you can barely take him, but you manage to take half of him into your mouth.

"Fuck, that's it, baby," he groans, his hands tangling in your hair.

Jaemin's mouth reaches your center and his tongue laps at your clit. You moan around Jeno's cock, the sensation overwhelming.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Jeno says, his hips bucking forward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. "Just like that."

You bob your head up and down his length, your hand wrapping around the base. Jaemin's tongue continues its assault, licking and sucking at your sensitive nub. His fingers join in, pumping in and out of you, curling and hitting that sweet spot. You reach to grab at his hair, needing something to hold on to.

Your moans and whimpers are muffled by Jeno's cock, and he groans as the vibrations travel through him. "Fuck, you're so good at this, baby," he murmurs, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

Jaemin's tongue flicks against your clit, faster and harder, and his fingers pump into you faster. Your moans grow louder, and your hips buck against his mouth.

"Are you gonna cum, princess?" Jeno asks, his cock continuing its assault on your mouth.

"Yeah, baby, are you gonna cum on my tongue?" Jaemin growls, his mouth never leaving your center.

"Mmhm," you moan, unable to form actual words.

"Then cum for us, Y/N," Jeno murmurs, his hips thrusting harder. "Cum for us."

With his words, you fall apart, crying out as your orgasm washes over you. Jaemin keeps licking and sucking, drawing out the pleasure. You shudder and whimper, your body twitching. Jeno pulls out of your mouth, giving you a moment to breathe. He's hard and throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip. You look up at him, knowing that he wants to cum, too.

"Can I have it?" you ask, your voice raspy.

"Have what, princess?" he replies, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Your cum," you reply, blushing.

"Fuck," he groans, his hand tightening around his cock. "Oh, you'll have my cum when I'm balls deep inside you, princess."

Jaemin climbs off the bed, Jeno moving into his place. Jaemin is taking the rest of his clothes off, while Jeno lines up his cock with your entrance.

"Jeno, please," you whine, needing him to fill you.

"Please what, princess?" he teases, running the tip of his cock through your wetness.

"Please fuck me," you say, grinding your hips against his.

"Since you asked so nicely," he murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs.

You gasp as his cock slides into you, filling you to the hilt. He pauses, letting you adjust to his size, before beginning to thrust. His movements are slow and steady, but soon he's slamming into you, making the bed creak.

Jaemin stands at the side of the bed, watching the two of you. His hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking himself in time with Jeno's thrusts. "God, that's so fucking hot," he growls, his eyes locked on where Jeno's cock is sliding in and out of you.

"Mmm, it feels so good, Jaemin," you moan.

You're eyeing his cock, and he notices. "What is it, baby? Do you want my cock, too?"

"Y-yes," you whimper, "Want you to fuck my mouth."

"Jesus, Y/N," Jaemin mutters, his hand tightening around his shaft. "Keep talking like that and you'll get anything you want."

"Please," you moan, Jeno withdrawing temporarily to reposition you on all fours. He slides into you again, and Jaemin positions himself in front of you.

"Open wide, baby," Jaemin says, his eyes dark and hungry. "Let me fuck that pretty little mouth."

You open your mouth, letting him slide his cock in between your lips. He's big, too, and you struggle to take him. He doesn't push, though, allowing you to set the pace. You start bobbing your head up and down his length, moaning around him.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he groans, his fingers tangling in your hair.

Jeno's thrusts become harder, his hips slapping against yours. The sounds of skin slapping skin and the three of you moaning fill the room. "So fucking tight, princess," Jeno grunts, his hands gripping your hips.

You try to moan, but the sound is muffled by Jaemin's cock in your mouth. Your eyes roll back as Jeno hits a particularly good spot, his cock brushing against your G-spot. "Yeah, you like that, baby?" he murmurs, one of his hands coming down to spank your ass.

"Mmhm," you whimper, trying to speak with Jaemin's cock still in your mouth.

"Good girl," he says, his fingers digging into your skin. "Such a good girl."

Jeno's thrusts grow faster, his hips slapping against yours. Your bodies move together in perfect rhythm, each of you chasing your own pleasure.

Jaemin's hand tightens in your hair, his hips thrusting into your mouth. He groans as his cock hits the back of your throat, and his movements become more erratic. "Can't wait to cum down your pretty throat, baby," he growls.

The sensation of having them both is almost too much, and you feel your second orgasm building. You moan around Jaemin's cock, the vibrations sending a shiver through him.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Jeno says, his voice low and husky. "I'm so fucking close."

His hips snap against yours, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you. You cry out, the pleasure overwhelming, and your orgasm rips through you. Your body convulses, your muscles contracting, and your eyes roll back in your head.

"Fuck, that's it," Jaemin groans, his thrusts growing more frantic. "Cum on Jeno's cock, baby."

Your walls clench around Jeno's cock, the pressure becoming too much for him. He thrusts once, twice, then buries himself inside you, spilling his seed. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he moans, his cock pulsing.

Jaemin's thrusts grow harder, his cock sliding deeper down your throat. You gag around him, the sensation sending him over the edge. He grunts as his cock twitches, cum shooting down your throat. "Fucking swallow it all, baby," he groans, his grip on your hair tightening.

You do, your cheeks hollowing as you suck him dry. He finally pulls out, his cock slipping from between your lips.

Jeno slowly withdraws from you, his spent cock sliding out. You collapse onto the bed, exhausted, but Jaemin grabs your hips, pulling you atop him. "We're not done yet, baby," he growls, lining up his cock with your entrance. "Now it's my turn."

"O-oh," you gasp, as he thrusts into you. You're still filled to the brim with Jeno's cum but he doesn't seem to mind.

"The thought of another man's cum dripping out of your pussy turns me on," he mutters, his hips slamming into yours. "It makes it even better knowing that it's Jeno's cum."

"Fuck, Jaemin," you moan, his cock hitting a spot deep inside you.

He chuckles, his fingers digging into your hips. "I can't believe how lucky we are, Jeno."

"Hmm, yes. Look at her, she's so fucking beautiful like this," Jeno murmurs, his eyes roaming over your body before finally settling on your ass.

Jaemin reaches around to smack it, the sting making you cry out. "That's it, baby. You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," you moan, unable to form any other words.

"Has anyone else touched you here?" Jeno asks, his voice dark and heavy as he palms your ass. "Have you played with yourself back here?"

You could only nod, and the boys' eyes flashed.

"Tell us, kitten," Jaemin rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Tell us about the last time you played with yourself."

You felt yourself blush, but there was no going back now. "I... I've used my fingers," you whispered, averting your eyes. "A butt plug once, too."

"Fuck, that's hot," Jeno growled, his hand reaching out to caress your ass.

"Did you think about us when you did it?" Jaemin asked, his fingers tracing along the curve of your jaw as he thrust up into you.

"Y-yes," you admitted, the blush on your face deepening.

"Did you fantasize about us taking turns fucking your tight little ass?" Jeno murmured, his lips trailing along your shoulder.

"Oh God," you moaned, the idea sending a fresh wave of arousal through you.

"I can tell you like the sound of that," Jaemin said, a smirk on his lips. "Maybe Jeno and I can give you a little taste right now, hmm?"

"Wh-what?" you stuttered, your eyes widening.

"Oh, yeah. I think you'd like that, kitten," he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"You'd love having both of our cocks inside you at the same time, wouldn't you, princess?" Jeno's lips were right next to your ear, his breath warm on your skin.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, the image making your heart pound.

"Do you want that, baby?" Jaemin asked, his hips slowing their thrusts. "Do you want us both to fuck you at the same time?"

You could only nod, not trusting your voice.

"Tell us," Jeno growled, his finger pressing against the puckered entrance of your ass.

"Y-yes," you finally whispered. "Please Jeno. Fuck my ass."

"Good girl," Jaemin murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

You moan as he captures your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue swiping across the seam. You don't know where the lube came from, but suddenly you feel the slickness of it against your skin. You can feel Jeno's fingers circling your ass, slowly pushing inside. The sensation is strange, but not unwelcome.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, as his fingers pump in and out of your ass.

"Are you ready, princess?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"Yes," you reply, barely a whisper.

"Good girl," he growls, slowly pressing the tip of his cock against your ass. You gasp as the head slips in, stretching you.

"Breathe, kitten," Jaemin soothes, his fingers lightly stroking your cheek. "Just relax."

Jeno takes it slow, giving you time to adjust. His cock is big, and you feel the stretch and burn as he slowly pushes inside. The feeling is different from using a butt plug—this is real, and it's happening, and it's Jeno.

"Fuck, that's tight," Jeno grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. "You alright, princess?"

"Yes," you whimper, your body trembling. "Jeno, move."

He obliges, slowly rocking his hips. The feeling is strange, but not unpleasant. He moves at an excruciatingly slow pace, letting you adjust to the sensation.

Jaemin's fingers trail down your spine, his touch soothing. "You're doing so well, kitten," he murmurs, his eyes raking over your body.

"Feels...different," you manage to say, the sensations overwhelming. "Feels good."

"I'm glad, baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you. His tongue dances with yours, his hands skimming over your skin.

Jeno's movements are slow and steady, but each stroke is deep and intense. "You're doing so good for us, princess," he groans, his fingers gripping your hips tighter. "Taking our cocks so well."

Jaemin's thrusts are slower than usual, matching the rhythm of Jeno's. The sensation of being filled is almost overwhelming, but it's the connection to both of them—being surrounded and surrounded at the same time—that sends an unexpected jolt of pleasure through you.

"Oh, God," you cry out, feeling the coil in your belly start to wind up tighter. "Jeno, Jaemin, I-"

"Don't hold back, kitten," Jaemin orders. "We want to hear you when you cum."

Their words send you spiraling, and you're swept away. You moan, their names falling from your lips as you find your release. Your walls clench around Jaemin's cock, his hips pistoning in and out of you faster as he chases his own high. His nails dig into the skin of your hips, and he moans loudly, painting your walls white.

"Fuuuckkk, kitten," Jaemin groans.

Jeno continues to roll his hips, driving into you. His cock has you stretched to your limit. "Come on, princess," he rasps, "Be a good little girl for us and cum again."

It's like a switch is flipped; your toes are tingling, your eyes are rolling back into your head and the orgasm just hits you like a freight train. It feels like you're cumming in slow motion, every muscle in your body seizing and twitching in time to your contracting walls around both of them.

"Tha-- That's my girl," Jeno grunts above you. "Fuck... gonna fill you up, princess."

Your ass is aching from the relentless, rough pounding, but Jeno's cum spurting inside and Jaemin's own warmth splashing against your cervix trigger a third climax, drawing out an extended whine.

Your senses slowly return and the only things registering are the men's ragged panting, your own throbbing sex, and the warm wet stickiness spreading everywhere. "I think I'm gonna pass out," you mumble against Jaemin's sweaty neck.

Jeno pulls out, rolling onto his back on the bed beside Jaemin, breathing heavily. "I'm gonna need a minute or two to recover myself..."

"Me too, kitten. Give a guy a bit to cool down first," Jaemin's eyes were closed, his hand idly tracing lazy circles over your lower back. "Then we'll clean up and then maybe we can sleep."

"Sounds like a plan," you say, the heaviness in your eyes starting to take over.

"No sleeping just yet, princess," Jeno says, chuckling and lazily patting you on the behind. "Come on. I'm sure we can all use the shower before anything else."

As you stand, you wince. "You guys really did a number on me back there," you say with a sigh, shooting Jeno and Jaemin a look.

"Awe, don't worry, kitten," Jaemin wraps an arm around your shoulders and gives you a quick peck on your cheek. "We'll make sure you're good as new by tomorrow."

After washing, you curl up in bed with them—all three bodies tangled together, seeking comfort in closeness, exhaustion slowly overtaking your limbs.

The rest of the trip is spent in blissful exploration. You, Jeno, and Jaemin are completely insatiable, and there isn't a surface, position, or toy that isn't claimed by the end of the trip. Hell, you even had sex with them sprawled under a tree once, just because they wanted to do something new and different.

As the last day of the trip arrives, you made your choice.

You're lying in bed with them, curled between their warm, solid bodies, when the thought occurs to you: What if you don't have to choose? What if you can have it all?

"What are you thinking about, princess?" Jeno asks, his hand trailing along your arm.

"Just... everything," you reply, smiling softly.

"It's been a wild week," Jaemin says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"We've learned a lot about ourselves," Jeno says, his thumb stroking your cheek.

"And each other," Jaemin adds, his hand resting on your hip.

"And what are you learning?" Jeno asks, his dark gaze meeting yours.

"That I love you," you say, your eyes darting between the two of them. "Both of you. And I want the three of us to be together. Like a throuple."

Jeno and Jaemin exchange looks, their expressions unreadable. You begin to panic, thinking maybe they've changed their minds, but then they're both laughing.

"We're laughing because we had the same idea," Jeno says, smiling.

"It's crazy," Jaemin says, shaking his head. "But the way we've been these past few days...it feels right."

You sit up in bed, looking at both of them. "Really?"

"Really," Jeno and Jaemin reply, in unison.

"So we're going to try this? The three of us, together?" you ask, tentatively.

"If that's what you want, baby," Jaemin says, smiling.

"We just want you to be happy, Y/N," Jeno says, taking your hand in his.

"I think I'll be very happy," you reply, a grin spreading across your face. You snuggle against Jaemin, your hands trailing down his toned chest, and pull Jeno in close, his arm wrapped around you. "In fact, I think I'm already there."

"Good," Jeno whispers, kissing the nape of your neck.

"We love you, baby," Jaemin says, pulling the three of you down onto the bed.

"I love you, too," you murmur, smiling.

As the sun sets, casting the sky in vibrant shades of red and gold, you lie there in the arms of the men you love, feeling truly happy and at peace.

“Can I join you?” You hear Soul ask through Jongseob’s headphones.

Your cunt flutters around Jongseob where he’s buried in your warm heat. If only Soul knew just what he was asking to join in on… That thought digs itself into your head and seeps through the dangerous parts of your brain. You bite down on your lip, dropping your head on Jongseob’s shoulder as you try to eradicate every lewd image that flashes through your mind. 

Jongseob stills where he’s sat under you, his hand freezing where it was kneading down on your thigh. There’s a palpable silence as you feel his gaze burning down on you; you can practically feel him uncovering every thought in your head with just his eyes.

“Join me, huh?” You hear Jongseob mutter in a tone that you know promises danger. 

You gasp sharply as his hand lifts from your thigh, his finger pressing against your throbbing clit. You squirm in his lap but he’s quick to hold you down with his other hand. 

“Yes.” Soul’s icon flashes with the incoming audio, and you stare at the ring of light as it pulses, trying to ignore everything else. “What are you doing?”

Your composure breaks as a quiet whine slips through your lips when Jongseob’s finger starts to press tight circles around your clit. His lips press warmly against your ear as he whispers to you, “Tell me if you want to stop.”

You watch with wide eyes as his hand lifts from your waist and reaches around you to hover his cursor over the camera button.

You don’t stop him as he clicks the button.

The screen shifts and you’re met with the image of yourself perched on Jongseob, innocent enough. But then Jongseob is lifting your thighs up and rolling the chair back, and whatever Soul was starting to say trails off with a sharp breath when he sees the position you’ve got yourself in. 

The way you’re displayed is lewd; panties pushed to the side to give way to where Jongseob is buried and stretching out your fluttering walls. It’s a little embarrassing how you’re already gushing around him, the slick pooling and nearly wetting his sweats that are haphazardly shoved down just enough to make way. 

The sight makes you turn to bury your face in Jongseob’s neck, where you can feel it as he laughs at your timidness. 

“Still want to join, Sho?” Jongseob says and you hear Soul’s shaky breath coming from the headphones lodged around Jongseob’s neck and under your head.

You feel a tremble shoot through your body when all you hear Soul say is a quiet, “She’s pretty.”

Jongseob presses his lips to your head, his hands hooking your legs over the armrests of the chair so you’re still kept on display.

“She is, isn’t she?” He hums in agreement as he pressed a hand over your naval, fingers brushing teasingly over the hem of your panties.

“Is it okay that I’m here?” Soul pipes up after a moment of quiet admiration, his voice already sounding affected even through the crackling audio of the discord call.

“It’s fine,” Jongseob says easily. “She likes the attention.”

The words go to your head and make it feel all stuffy with a heady need— the way they’re talking about you like you’re just a pretty little thing to be mused at. But you’re feeling a little restless with all the preamble; you’ve been kept warm on his cock for over a half hour already and you didn’t have much patience to start off with.

Jongseob hisses softly when your walls clamp down on him in a silent plea to get on with it. “She’s also a little impatient,” Jongseob scolds lightly before he pries off the headphones around his neck, letting your head fall unobstructed to his shoulder. “Take care of her for me, will you?”

You don’t get to wonder what he means by that before you feel him securing the headphones over your ears.

You lift your head, turning to give him a questioning look but he’s grabbing your chin and turning you to face the camera.

Soul’s voice wraps around your head like soft twine, beckoning your full attention to him. “Hi.”

You swallow down the little whine that nearly comes out. His voice has always been pleasing on your ears, musical but rough in a way that has you despising how quiet he tends to be. 

“Hi,” you say— breathe, more like it. Your heart stutters when you feel Jongseob’s warm hands come down to hold your hips in place when you start to squirm again.

Soul giggles, a sound that has you warm all over. “He was right about you being needy all the time.”

Of course Jongseob would tell him about the intimate parts of your relationship. You’re not innocent of that crime either though, so you don’t question it. 

Your lips pull down to a pout instead. “Well he’s been neglecting me for the past hour.” You yelp when Jongseob pinches the skin at your hip. “…Half hour,” you correct sheepishly. 

Soul giggles again, and you’re pretty sure you can come from that sound alone. “I guess I’ll just have to help you out here,” he says. You can hear some shuffling from his end like rustling of clothes. “Wanna see your tits first though.”

Your cheeks burn at his direct words; it doesn’t take you by surprise that he doesn’t sugar coat them but you still weren’t prepared. Your hands reach to pull up your shirt but Soul immediately stops you.

“No,” he cuts in quickly and you freeze. “Have him do it.”

His cadence isn’t demanding in any sense, it’s as soft as it always is, but there’s a simmering command in the undertone. It’s starting to become clearer how similar he and your boyfriend really are, as different as they may appear on the outside.

You redirect and lift Jongseob’s hands from your hips to the hem of your shirt, and he understands the cue despite not being able to hear Soul. He lifts it up enough to expose your chest to the cold air, leaving it bunched up at your shoulders.

You hear Soul exhale shakily and your skin prickles at the knowledge of you being pried on. “You’re pretty everywhere,” he mutters, like it wasn’t necessarily meant for you to hear. “Make him play with them.”

The orders add fire to the flames burning between your legs, leaving you needier for anything to quell the ache. But you don’t argue, because as much as you’re craving for stimulation, this is a thrill you’ve never felt before and you’re not ready for it to end quickly.

You nudge Jongseob’s hands from your shoulders down and he needs no further direction to start kneading the soft mounds, not bothering to be gentle with you. He’s long learned you’d prefer him not to be.

You moan softly under the rough touch, your hands bracing on his wrists. Moans turn to soft whimpers as he starts thumb at your nipples, working them into stiff peaks that he tugs at.

Soul’s breaths are coming heavier from the other end. You start to picture him and what he might look like splayed out on his own chair and touching himself to the sight of you. But all you have to go off is his icon flashing with every sharp breath that makes its way through the line.

“Wanna see you, Sho,” you find yourself saying without further thought. You gasp sharply when Jongseob’s thumbs dig harshly into your nipples, but he makes no move to interrupt.

Soul makes a soft noise, something like a whimper. He doesn’t bother with a verbal response before the screen changes. 

It goes black for a split second before you’re met with the image of Soul, leaning back on his chair with only his upper body visible and armed with his Pikachu headband around his head. His lips are parted with heavy breaths, his pale cheeks are flushed a pretty red, his round eyes are glued to his screen— to you. You can hear it more clearly now that you can see his arm moving— the quiet, slick sounds of skin on skin as his hand moves over himself just below screen.

The sight of him has you fluttering around Jongseob, who you feel twitching against you in response. His hands falter over your chest, opting to just stay pressed against you instead. You bite down on your lip to stifle your moan as you rock yourself down on his cock, desperate to feel something to soothe over your aching heat.

“Stop,” Soul interjects, and you can see the way his dark eyes flash with something heated as he says it.

Despite your craving for stimulation, you halt under his command.

“If you want to fuck him, do it properly,” he urges you, and you can see the movements of his arm slow down. “Get up on your knees, okay?”

It’s bizarre how the gentleness of his tone despite the sharp words turns you on. It’s becoming apparent to you that it’s not just Jongseob’s rough way of speaking to you that does it for you.

You take a slow breath as you drop your legs from the armrests, using your hands to brace on them instead as you prop yourself on your knees on either side of Jongseob’s thighs.

You whimper when Jongseob slips out of you from the movement but he’s quick to guide himself back into you while he uses his other hand to pull you back down to his lap. You grunt at the sharp impact, your body tensing when he rolls up into you, shoving his pulsing cock as deep as he can from that angle. The sharp pleasure has your head dropping back on his shoulder with a shuddered moan.

A strained laugh from Soul’s end has you looking back up at the screen to see a sly little smile on his lips. “You’re both needy,” he muses. His hand has stilled completely, his focus shifted to just watch you both. 

“Sho, please,” you beg, your knuckles whitening on the armrests with restraint. “Need to come.”

He hums, eyes fluttering closed for a short moment as his arm reanimates, the slick sounds of him stroking himself audible again. “Go on, then. Take what you need from him.”

You let out a sharp breath of relief, using your hands to start lifting yourself up. “Thank you,” you mumble out of instinct, then slowly sink back down on Jongseob’s cock, letting out a shaky breath as he fills you up again.

“So well behaved,” Soul coos fondly as Jongseob’s hands bear down on your hips, not pushing, just holding as you slowly fuck yourself on him. “Feel good?”

Your eyes flutter closed as you start to lose yourself to the way every ridge of Jongseob grazes along your walls, the way he steadily pulses and twitches in you with every languid thrust.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp, blinking your eyes open. You watch as Soul’s hand slows down to match the pace you’ve set, but it’s frustrating that you can’t actually see. “Sho… Mm, wanna see you.”

Soul’s breath hitches and you see his hand falter. But he’s quickly rolling himself back on the chair, just enough so that you can see him work himself, his face still in frame. 

The sight has you clamping sharply down on Jongseob. His shorts are shoved to his mid thighs as he slowly strokes himself with a slick fist. He’s thick and hard in his grasp, leaking steadily with every stroke and flushed the same pretty red as his cheeks.

You can feel Jongseob twitch inside you, can feel the sharp breaths he takes by the rapid rise of his chest against your back. You get the sneaking suspicion that this ‘arrangement’ wasn’t only for you.

“So pretty, Sho,” you murmur, picking up the pace of your hips. The pleasure ebbs into a burning sensation that leaves you trembling after every thrust.

Just as you’d expected, Soul picks up the pace on his cock, his lips falling with short, quiet moans.

“Didn’t expect Jongseobie to be so noisy,” he says through laboured breaths.

You realize you haven’t been hearing a single thing from your boyfriend, thanks to his ridiculous noise-cancelling headphones, so you push one side of it back to catch the end of a soft whine when you sink fully down on him. 

You settle on his lap, giggling a little through the haze of your lust. “He’s always noisy.”

Jongseob retaliates by thrusting up in a pointed grind that has him punching right into your g-spot.

You yelp at the sharp spike of pleasure, your body jolting up in his hold but his hands on you are tight enough to pull you right back down on his cock.

“Seobie,” Soul says, and your headphones are dislodged enough from your head to let the audio reach Jongseob. “I wanna see her cum on your cock.”

You feel yourself throb pathetically at the declaration. 

“With pleasure,” Jongseob answers with a sly grin that you catch from the corner of the monitor where your camera feed is displayed.

Then he has one hand wrapped around your neck to keep you held back to his chest, the other one moving down to draw quick circles around your aching clit.

“Seob!” You gasp, your hands flying up to claw down on his forearm.

He’s relentless as he brings you down to your orgasm, your body strung up enough to reach it quickly with the rapid pleasure on your clit and the heady feeling of his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck.

You come while a cry of his name, your body thrashing through your climax.

You don’t get a chance to recover before he slips himself out of you and you’re being manhandled up to your feet and bent over his desk. Your hands scramble to find purchase as you feel him hastily tug your panties down before he’s bullying his way back into your sensitive cunt, ignoring the way you cry out at the burn as he starts to pound into you, his nails sharp as they dig into your hips.

You’re helpless to just take it, your fingers clawing into the wood of his desk, body bucking up with each rough thrust and wanton moans stumbling from your lips. 

Your eyes are blurry from the overwhelming pleasure but you can still make out the screen. The camera captures the sight of you bent over and Jongseob fucking mindlessly into you as he chases his pleasure, shirt tucked up under his chin to keep everything visible for Soul. 

Soul, whose face is twisted with pleasure, who’s working his cock in the same rapid pace as Jongseob is fucking into you with.

Jongseob’s hand reaches over to yank the wire of the headphones out of his PC, and Soul’s frantic breaths and whiney moans are out there in the air mixing with yours and Jongseob’s.

“Fuck,” Jongseob whispers, his hips faltering when he finally gets to hear Soul. He bears his hand on your head to keep you down, then starts to fuck into you again with a new vigour that has you already barreling towards your next orgasm.

Your eyes stay locked onto Soul’s image, the way he whispers your name in repeated tandem with the way he starts to fuck up into his fist, his nose scrunched as he fights to hold out. 

But he breaks, and brings both you and Jongseob down with him. He comes with a sharp cry of your name, head thrown back, face twisted in bliss as his body writhes through his orgasm. 

The sound of your name on his lips through broken moans has you falling again. You come for the second time with Soul’s name on your tongue this time, and that has Jongseob’s hips stutter as he drives desperately into you in frantic thrusts before he pushes all the way in and stills as he paints your walls with his release. 

Your limbs fall loose as the high of your climax fades, numb to the way Jongseob remains buried and twitching in you. He’s quick to gather you in his arms before falling back into his chair, holding you against him. 

“Shota,” he says through rough breaths as he reaches down to loop an arm under your leg, ignoring your questioning whimper as he lifts it.

Soul blinks his eyes open, clearing the haze to focus on Jongseob as he pulls himself out of you and pushes two fingers into your twitching folds.

The sharp hiss you make at the contact does nothing to deter him, neither does the way you scold his name. He shushes you quiet, pressing his lips to your cheek as he scissors his fingers open and lets his release leak out of you in a steady stream.

You would hide your face from the embarrassment of being pried apart like this, but you don’t want to look away from the look on Soul’s face as he watches with his mouth agape. 

“Fuck,” he breathes as he starts to frantically fix himself up. “I’m coming over. Don’t move.”

Then the video feed cuts out as the call ends, and you’re left with a full screen view of Jongseob’s fingers in your messy cunt, creaming with your mixed arousals.

You turn your face into Jongseob’s neck to escape the image, groaning. “Put that away,” you grumble, wincing when you feel his fingers swiping at the arousal leaking out of you before pushing it back in your twitching folds.

“Hush.” He grabs your chin with his other hand, lifting your gaze to his teasing one. “Shota’s coming over. Don’t be acting up now.”

You scowl. “Or what?”

His eyes flash with something heavy and you have to fight to not wither under it. 

“He may seem nice,” he trails off to peck your lips softly, a daunting contrast to the weight of his next words, “But he can be a lot worse than me if you provoke him. So behave.”

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The city buzzed under your feet, somewhere between excitement and the nightlife. The usual gang—the guys and you—walked together, heading to a late dinner after an afternoon of wandering through art galleries and overpriced thrift shops.

However, you stayed somewhere near the back, not because you didn’t want to walk with them, but because he was up front—Bang Chan, with his sun-warmed smile and easy laugh, chatting with the guys like he wasn’t unknowingly the reason you kept stealing glances.

The cold breeze brushed past your skin, making a few strands of hair fly over your face, you pulled your jacked tighter over you, releasing a slow breath through your nose but your eyes still wandering towards that one certain curly haired boy you just couldn't resist as much as you tried.

You’d liked him for a while now safe to say but quietly. Hopelessly.

"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."

You flinched hard at the sound of that deep, rich voice, as if someone poured a cold bucket of ice on you, jerking you away from your thoughts.

You turned to see Hyunjin casually walking along with you, his hands slipped into the pockets of his pants, that smug smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

"I was walking fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes at him, turning your focus back to the street, following the guys, glancing around at the nightlife.

"Hmm," Hyunjin hummed, his gaze still on you from the corners of his eyes but walking nonchalantly, his height itself a distraction.

Goodness as if one man hasn't already taken over your thoughts. But...it's not wrong to like two men at once right?

"Well, it's not like you're dating Chan anyway."

The voice in the back of your mind said, when another intervened, "What happened to loyalty?'

Shut up.

You muttered that louder than intended, making Hyunjin arch a brow at you.

"Sorry I—" you stuttered. Gosh girl you're an embarrassment aren't you?

The voices in your head just wouldn't shut up.

"These guys are just walking this far for no reason." Hyunjin said, looking straight at Jisung and Felix who were already arguing about the menu, then halted suddenly.

"Wanna take a shortcut with me?" He asked, cocking his head to a sketchy looking alley.

One look down the alley and it was clear, it was dimly lit, tucked between a department store and some old boutique hotel, and absolutely not where the rest of the group was headed.

You hesitated.

But Hyunjin just stood there, hands still in his pockets, watching you with a lazy, almost amused curiosity.

“C’mon,” he said, his voice low, the kind that vibrated through your spine instead of your ears. “It loops back to the main street. I’ve taken it before.”

You looked up the sidewalk. Chan was still walking ahead, shoulders bouncing lightly as he laughed at something Changbin said. He didn’t even look back.

You met Hyunjin's gaze and before your brain protested, you were walking into the dimly lit street with him.

He didn't say anything, the world behind you dimmed, swallowed by the narrow corridor and the gentle thud of your boots on the pavement. It was quiet here, save for the hum of a neon hotel sign and the distant honk of a taxi somewhere nearby.

You tucked your hands into your sleeves, feeling the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence just beside you. Neither of you spoke at first. Not until—

“Chris doesn’t know, does he?”

You turned toward him sharply, heart lurching. “Know what?”

Hyunjin chuckled, low and dry. “That you look at him like that.”

Your throat went dry. You opened your mouth to say something then closed it, opened it again before your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

All you had to do was deny it. Just say, "What are you talking about?", but your silence spoke louder than your words could have.

“It’s cute,” Hyunjin added, hands still casually stuffed in his pockets, eyes ahead like he hadn’t just read you like a book. “You think he hasn’t noticed, but trust me. We’re guys. We notice.”

"Hyunjin," you warned him, unsure what you were warning him against.

How can your heart long for two guys at once? It felt wrong but well Cupid's been feeling bored apparently so you're his victim this time.

Your pulse picked up. You didn’t like where this was going—until Hyunjin's earlier words hit—"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."

Then suddenly, a cart, metal, greasy and loud came rolling out of nowhere from a side garage. You didn’t even see it in time. One second you were walking calmly with your thoughts elsewhere with Hyunjin, the next you stumbled sideways, heart shooting into your throat as the cart clipped your boot.

You braced to fall—Oh god, oh god—

—but Hyunjin caught you.

His arms slipped around your waist just in time, holding you just inches from the cold pavement. You clutched at his chest for balance, your faces close— way too close.

You could feel his breath on your cheek, see the faint mole under his eye, watch the amusement in his eyes flicker into something deeper. His fingers didn’t move. His hold didn’t loosen.

"Thanks." You let out a laugh. Nervous. Short. He didn’t laugh.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice softer now, lower. You nodded, but your eyes hadn’t moved from his. Neither had his from yours.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, the fingertips tracing a line on your jaw as the thumb touched your bottom lip.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his sculptured features and those killing eyes that looked straight into your soul.

Hyunjin leaned in and your breath caught.

His hand slid to the small of your back, his forehead brushing yours—and your brain screamed Chan, no, yes, what are you doing—

You turned your head, just in time.

“Wait,” you breathed out. “You’re… aren’t you with Jiwoo or something?”

His lips barely halted. His brow twitched in mild irritation, like he’d been pulled from a trance. Then he huffed a laugh. “Jiwoo? God no. I don’t know why everyone thinks that.”

He pulled back, just slightly. His hands were still on you. You could still feel where he’d held you.

And suddenly, you weren’t thinking about Chan. You were thinking about Hyunjin’s lips and how close they were. How soft he looked. How sharp he felt.

Your hands pressed on his chest, you could have sworn you felt his heart thudding behind his ribcage. You licked your lips before they parted, as if you invited him yourself.

You kissed him.

It was warm. Deep. Pillow-soft with the kind of careful hunger that left you gasping for air. He tasted like cinnamon gum and the thrill of a bad idea.

And you broke it first.

“We can’t,” you whispered, wiping your lips. “We'll get caught.”

"No one is going to catch us baby," he said lowly before capturing your lips again this time, half harshly half gently, slipping his tongue past yours, angling your head to let himself get more access.

Your hands fisted his hoodie, not stopping him, pressing your body against him, not knowing the world was blurring around you and not knowing a pair of familiar eyes witnessed something you wish they didn't.

You could feel every line of him against you—his warmth, his breath, his hunger. But suddenly… you felt cold.

Like being watched. You pulled away. Hyunjin opened his eyes slowly, like he’d just woken from a dream. “Why’d you stop?” he whispered, still close enough for your noses to brush.

You glanced at the entrance of the alle, hoping to catch someone, but that feeling of being watched disappeared as quickly as it formed.

"We should go," you said, your voice quieter than you meant, barely audible over the faint city hum.

Hyunjin looked at you, his jaw slackening just a little as he took in the shift, the sudden cold behind your eyes. His gaze searched yours for something, maybe permission to keep going, maybe an explanation… but you were already turning away.

“Yeah,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he followed behind.

Eventually you made it to the restaurant, right on time before they all entered, almost nobody had noticed your brief disappearance.

You tried to play it cool and went close to Felix and Han, politely starting a conversation with them to get away, to distract your mind from two guys who had your brain lagging.

You didn’t look at Hyunjin, didn't dare to, but you felt him. The weight of his gaze. The silent question in it.

He took a seat two chairs down, next to Changbin, his jaw clenched and tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he dropped into the chair a little harder than necessary.

Then Chan, who was looking at you but wasn’t smiling. His brows weren’t furrowed in anger, either. No, his expression was calm. Too calm.

His gaze was steady and unreadable, but just behind his soft brown irises, there was something hollow.

Your gut feeling of being watched was right. He did see you. But your mind was way too fogged with the remnants of the kiss and chatter of the guys around you to ask how.

The conversation at the table rose and dipped around you like waves, but you were drowning in it, barely able to answer Han when he asked if you were going to share dessert later.

Hyunjin hadn’t said a word.

Chan hadn’t looked at you again.

So you sat there, between the two boys you couldn’t stop thinking about, pretending like your heart wasn’t wrecked over both of them in different, equally devastating ways.

~

The week after the dinner passed by in a blur, mostly because you distracted yourself with assignments, classes and the gym.

At the beginning it seemed fun that you shared a few classes with guys but now after the tension rising between you, Chan and Hyunjin at the restaurant that night, you cursed the universe for putting the three of you in the same class.

And for making your professor group you into working together for a project.

"I'll do my part and text you when I'm done," Hyunjin said, typing away on his phone, not bothering to look up at you or Chan, before he walked out of the classroom.

Your heart sank like someone had thrown it in the ocean tied to a stone.

You could hear the quiet shuffle of his bag, the creak of his chair, and the sound of your own breath as you avoided his eyes and stacked your notes with trembling fingers.

“I can drop you home,” he said after a beat. His voice was gentle, casual, too casual for how it curled under your skin and made your stomach flip.

You looked at Chan, feeling tired to protest so you gently nodded, smiling, walking along with him outside the class towards the parking lot.

The car ride was quiet. Rain drizzled lightly outside, streaking across the windshield as city lights blurred into soft golds and reds.

You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, fiddling with the strap of your bag, acutely aware of the space between you.

Chan had one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly against his thigh, and his jaw was set like he was chewing back something.

You wondered if he was avoiding your eyes because he didn’t want you to see what they’d say. Or maybe, you were the one who wasn’t ready to listen.

You finally broke. “Are you alright?”

Chan didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained fixed on the road. Then he muttered, "I am."

Your heart sank deeper, so many emotions raging inside your body, you wanted to scream, to run away, to cry? You didn't know, it just felt overwhelming.

"Why are you being cold?" You asked gently, your voice almost blended with the sound of the quiet engine.

He didn’t answer at first.

The only sound in the car was the rhythmic swipe of the windshield wipers and the hum of the tires gliding along the wet asphalt.

His jaw flexed once. Twice. Then he exhaled, like he’d been holding something in for far too long.

“I’m not,” he said finally, but it was the kind of answer someone gave when they didn’t want to explain the storm behind it.

“Yes, you are,” you whispered. “You haven’t looked at me the same since—”

"I'm just tired, okay? That's it." His tone was sharp but it felt cruel, a sound you never heard from him and that sliced your heart into shreds.

You weren’t sure what hurt more—the sharpness of his voice, or the fact that he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.

"Oh," you said finally, your voice so small you weren’t sure if it was even audible over the low hum of the car.

Chan rubbed a hand over his face, breathing out slowly like he regretted the way it came out but didn’t know how to take it back. His eyes stayed forward, watching the rain trickle down the windshield in lazy streaks.

“I didn’t mean that,” he muttered, but it sounded forced.

"You don’t have to lie, you know," you said quietly, almost to the window instead of him. "If you’re mad at me, just be mad."

"I’m not mad." His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

You looked at him, at the way his lashes cast soft shadows over his cheek, the way his lips pressed into a flat, unreadable line.

You felt your heart drop. Like the air had left the car completely. Your fingernails bit into your palms as you stared down at your lap, fighting the sting in your eyes.

He finally reached your apartment. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of your building, headlights casting pale yellow light across the front step. You undid your seatbelt quietly, the soft click almost deafening in the silence between you.

You didn’t move to get out. Neither did he.Your hand hovered near the door handle, and then...paused. You looked at him again, giving him a small, broken smile and opened the door.

The cold night air rushed in. You stepped out.

"Thanks for the ride." You didn’t look back when you closed the door. Didn’t see the way Chan stared at the empty passenger seat long after you disappeared behind your building door.

He never told you he saw.

And maybe that was the part that would haunt you most.

~

"Yeah, he said the flight is..." The corridor was buzzing with the sound of students walking past each other, conversations and then morning rush filling the air.

You made it to uni looking like you had quite a night—swollen lips, puffy eyes, pink cheeks.

Have you been crying all night? Yes.

As you turned the corner into the open student lounge area, your steps faltered. There they were. Chan and Hyunjin.

Leaning casually against the vending machine counter, steaming takeout coffees in hand, mid-conversation like nothing was wrong.

Like your heart hadn’t been flipped, twisted, wrung out over and over for the past week.

Chan laughed softly at something Hyunjin said, his dimple flashing faintly as he sipped his coffee. Hyunjin, was in his usual oversized bomber, leaned back on his elbows, head tilted with that same relaxed charm he always carried.

Their eyes flicked up. Both pairs met yours.

You just stood there, half asleep, your hand clutching the strap of your bag, the hood and a few strands of hair covering your face.

"What happened to you?" Hyunjin asked, masking a playful teasing tone that felt distantly familiar. You arched an eyebrow at him then rolled your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"Just spent the night finishing my part of the project. We can hand it in today."

You said, trying your best to hide the fact that you had been crying over two guys that drove you to insanity but they were here, sipping coffee like it was another normal day.

It was a normal day. Your hormones are well—when are the hormones ever kind right?

Hyunjin blinked at your response, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a lazy smirk. “Damn,” he said, drawing out the word as he took another sip of coffee.

“And here I was thinking you just decided to cry over us.” Your heart stopped, your breath catching in your throat you almost choked on it.

You huffed a dry laugh, brushing past it. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Chan didn’t say anything. Not at first. He was looking at the floor, his cup halfway to his lips, taking another sip.

Then he looked back at Hyunjin and said, "We should celebrate. We’re finally done with that damn thing."

Your brows lifted in surprise.

Hyunjin turned toward Chan, a brow arched, almost as if he was waiting for him to say more, but when he didn’t, Hyunjin grinned and shrugged. "Yeah. Our place tonight?"

You hesitated. For a second, no longer than a breath.

Your gut screamed: don’t do it.

Your heart whispered: go.

“Sure,” you said. “If there’s snacks.”

Chan gave a breath of a laugh. “I’ll get them.”

You hated how it made your chest flutter. You hated how effortlessly he could undo you.

"Come after seven," Hyunjin added, tapping his phone screen, already texting something you assumed was details or some silly group chat. "Don’t be late."

And just like that, the conversation moved on. They resumed their back-and-forth about professors, and why Minho had ghosted the group chat again.

But you… you stayed quiet. Your head was already spiraling. Because tonight, you were going to walk into their apartment, their space. After everything.

After the kiss.

After the silence.

***

The TV played some nameless reality show, the table spread out with Chinese takeout and Soju.

Thank god tomorrow is a Saturday.

You had finished your share of noodles, accompanied with a few dumplings and a pudding, and now your mind was all groggy after a few sips of alcohol.

Your alcohol tolerance was quite low, so even just a few shots of soju was enough to have you tipsy.

The half cold, half bitter liquid ran down your throat as you chugged it down mixed with coke, your chest heaving in a loud breath.

Chan glanced at you then at Hyunjin who was watching you concerned. Chan leaned forward, taking the glass away from you and pushing the alcohol bottles back.

"That's enough," he said, his voice almost like it was floating past your head. "You've drank a lot."

You tried to open your eyes to look at him, but they struggled and you smiled lazily, blinking slowly.

"I only had one si—sip," you hiccuped, sounding like you weren't tipsy but actually drunk.

Hyunjin moved first. He rose from his spot beside the coffee table, his long fingers curling gently around your wrist as he crouched beside you. His touch was careful, almost hesitant—like you were fragile, and one wrong move would shatter you completely.

“Here,” he said quietly, holding a glass of water out to you. You blinked at him again, unfocused and soft, but your fingers reached for the glass. Your hand barely wrapped around it before he helped you lift it to your lips.

The water felt cool, grounding, but it did nothing to stop the heat prickling beneath your skin. The one brought on not by the soju, but by them.

Hyunjin's eyes didn’t leave your face as you took a few sips. Neither did Chan’s. You could feel his stare, burning into your side like a silent question.

“Good girl,” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

The words slid over you like silk.

“Thaaank youuu,” you whispered with a lopsided smile, letting out a small breath as Hyunjin set the glass down.

Your head leaned slightly toward him like your body was betraying the secret you had shoved deep down all week.

His hand came up to steady you, fingers brushing your jaw as your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.

"Careful," Chan said, still watching, voice tight.

You turned your head slowly toward Chan, eyes hooded and lips parted, your voice a whisper, not from nerves, but from truth.

"I want both of you."

The room went still.

The TV still played in the background, the sound of someone crying over burnt rice or a missed love confession. But here, in this dimly lit apartment, it was like time hit pause.

Hyunjin froze, his body supporting your lazy form, laying on the side of his chest.

Chan stared, his lips parted slightly, brows drawing together like he was trying to figure out if he heard you right or if it was just the alcohol talking.

But you didn’t stop talking.

"I want you both. At the same time," you repeated, slower this time, the words tasting like warmth and shame and something heavier, like relief.

"Hyunjin…" you turned toward him. "You kissed me like you meant it."

Then to Chan. "But you…Chan...God, you look at me like you already know how I fall apart."

Neither of them said a word. Just stared at each other then at you, your half limp body laid on Hyunjin.

"Sweetheart," Chan started softly, like he was talking to a child, "You've had too much, you need to rest."

"But I haven't!" You squeaked, lifting your body up and falling into Chan's arms who caught you with a blink of an eye, arms strong and steady.

"I tried not to ruin things. I tried to choose. But—but the truth is…I—I don’t want to."

Your face pressed to his chest, your fingers tangled in the soft fabric of his shirt, and his scent wrapped around you like a sigh.

Chan’s jaw tensed above you, but he didn’t say anything. His hand just rubbed slow, reassuring circles over your back.

Hyunjin looked at the two of you, his heart clenching with something so painfully close to possessiveness, but he kept his guard down, only focusing on your words that kept slipping out.

"I...I ruined us didn't I...?" You slurred, half sleepy, half drunk, turning to see Hyunjin through your hazy vision.

There was silence. Not the kind that hurts but the kind that listens.

"No baby," Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek, his eyes were impossibly soft, "You didn't ruin anything." He whispered.

You leaned into Hyunjin's hand, your body sagging onto Chan's, taking a slow deep breath as your eyes fluttered close then opened.

"I want you both so...so...bad."

Chan exhaled slowly, his breath warming your temple. "You’re drunk, sweetheart," he murmured again, softer this time. "We’re not going to take advantage of that."

Your chest squeezed painfully at his words, because of course he was right. Of course he would be the one to stay grounded when your world was spinning.

You could feel Hyunjin watching, but you didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes again.

"But I need, hmmf," you tilted your head up, slightly enough to meet Chan's gaze.

"You...and..," you looked at Hyunjin, "...and you..."

Your finger lifted clumsily between them both, like a declaration with no rules, no permission asked. Hyunjin leaned forward slowly, as if every inch toward you cost him restraint.

His hand, still cupping your cheek, brushed his thumb gently beneath your eye. "You’re not thinking clearly right now, angel," he said, voice tender. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

But you did.

"I do,” you murmured, softer now, eyes glistening, your lips barely moving. "I like how you," you gazed up at Chan again, "how you keep me so safe and make me feel loved and," you met Hyunjin's face, "how you want to kill anyone who gets or is too close to me..."

Chan looked at Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at Chan.

It wasn’t a stare of rivalry, it was something heavier. Like they were silently measuring each other’s resolve. Respect. History. And the girl resting in Chan’s arms like she belonged there, yet aching for Hyunjin’s touch like she needed that too.

Chan sighed through his nose, his large hand soothing up and down your back. “You’re drunk, baby. You’re saying what your heart wants, but your body can’t keep up with it tonight.”

“I can,” you mumbled, but your limbs betrayed you, barely holding their shape anymore, going soft against him like putty.

Hyunjin chuckled at your stubbornness, brushing the hair away from your temple. "No, you can’t and that’s okay."

There was no sarcasm in his tone. No teasing.

Only care. Only longing.

And the bitter sweetness of holding back.

Chan shifted slightly beneath you, readjusting your weight so he could cradle you better. “You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight. We’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing more.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “We heard you. Every word.”

Hyunjin stood up, walking over to open the door to Chan's bedroom and Chan slowly stood up as well, carrying you in his arms and this time your body fully gave up.

Chan gently laid you on the mattress and Hyunjin pulled the sheets over you, turning on the AC, the both of them watching the rise and fall of your chest, the soft curve of your hand curled against the pillow, your lips parted like you’d fallen asleep mid-sentence.

They walked out of his bedroom, in dreadful silence, closing the door gently behind them.

"She meant it," Hyunjin said quietly, voice low.

"I know," Chan replied. "The moment I saw you kiss her."

Hyunjin stiffened slightly. "You think I didn’t know?" Chan gave a sad smile, shaking his head. "I knew already. And I didn’t stop it, either."

Hyunjin looked down. "Because you like her too."

"Yeah,” Chan breathed out, fingers curling into a gentle fist. "And I think… I think she loves us both."

There was a pause, heavy with things unsaid. Questions, boundaries, the slow realization that they were both walking the same tightrope.

"…So what do we do now?" Hyunjin finally asked. Chan turned to look at him, serious but soft. "We wait. Let her wake up sober. If she still wants this tomorrow—"

"We give her everything," Hyunjin finished.

Chan nodded once.

And they both meant it.

***

The sheets rustled as you turned, a strangely familiar scent invading your senses as you stirred awake.

Sunlight filtered through pale curtains, casting a soft glow across the unfamiliar space. The scent that lingered in the air was clean laundry, coffee...and them.

You blinked again.

Not your bedroom. The room was bigger, tidier, and a desk pushed up against the wall—books, headphones, hoodies strewn across them in patterns you’d come to recognise far too well. Your heart skipped.

Chan and Hyunjin’s apartment.

"I want both of you."

You sat up sharply, eyes widening.

Memories came crashing back like waves. The confession. The way Chan looked at you—serious, protective. The way Hyunjin touched your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked. And the heat that simmered between the three of you, ready to boil over.

The door creaked open.

Your head snapped in that direction and then promptly forgot how to function.

There stood Hyunjin in black shorts and tank top that clung just a little too well to his torso, tousled hair falling into his eyes. Behind him came Chan, also dressed in a tank top and shorts, coffee mugs in hand.

He looked warm. Effortlessly devastating.

Hyunjin smirked. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”

Chan chuckled behind him, his voice deep and smooth.

You swallowed hard, feeling a slight pulse in the back of your head. Hyunjin set a tray on the bedside table—toast, and a tiny bowl of strawberries and Chan set the mugs down beside the tray, looking at you.

"Why don't you freshen up?" Chan said softly, "Here," he walked over to his wardrobe and grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts.

Your fingers curled around the fabric Chan handed you—warm, soft, and smelling unmistakably like him. You blinked up at him, your heart caught somewhere between your throat and your stomach.

He wasn’t teasing. Neither of them were.

Hyunjin gave you a faint smile, softer than his usual smirks. “There's a toothbrush in the drawers. Take your time. We’ll be right here.”

You nodded slowly, hugging the tee to your chest as you padded into their bathroom. The moment the door shut, your chest heaved with a quiet breath.

Everything felt real now. No alcohol haze. No what-ifs. Just you—and the two men outside waiting like they’d already decided.

You rinsed your face with cool water, trying to calm the heat under your skin. But even that couldn’t dull the pulse steadily building between your legs. Not when their buff frames had your knees weak.

You slipped out of your clothes and bra, putting on the tee over your head. It fell easily over your frame, soft against your skin, the sleeves a bit too long, the length falling mid thigh.

You didn’t bother with pants. You didn’t want to. When you opened the door again and walked into the bedroom, both of them looked up from where they sat at each edge of the bed.

“I told you,” Hyunjin murmured, tilting his head toward Chan. “She makes it look better than you ever did.”

Chan let out a low hum of agreement, standing. He crossed to you in two easy steps.

“You okay?” Chan asked gently.

You nodded, your throat dry. “Just… feels surreal.”

“Still thinking about last night?” Hyunjin asked, but there was no teasing in his tone this time, just genuine curiosity.

You looked at him, then at Chan, both their eyes were on you. And for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty for wanting both. “I meant when I said it,” you said quietly. “I want you both. I still do.”

A grin painted Chan's face as he kneeled in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your bare thighs under the tee, “If we do this,” he murmured, “you don’t get to hide from us after. Not emotionally. Not physically.”

“O—okay,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaking.

A shiver ran straight down your spine, your thighs instinctively pressing together, but Chan’s hands were already there, gently parting them again.

You gasped when his thumbs brushed the edge of your panties, feeling just how wet and warm you’d gotten already.

He stood up, placing his hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath your weights as you sat down, Hyunjin who was sitting in front of you leaned into your ear.

"That means when we fuck you,” he whispered, “we fuck you like you’re ours. Got it?"

You nodded, swallowing hard as you felt Hyunjin's face brush against your cheek.

“Lay back for us,” Chan said, standing and guiding you gently down onto the bed. “Let us take care of you.”

You laid back slowly, your heart thudding beneath your ribs, nerves dancing under your skin.

The moment your back hit the sheets, Hyunjin’s hands slid up the inside of your thighs with practiced ease, his gaze hooded, hungry—but beneath it, a glint of something warmer.

Chan hovered at your side, his fingertips brushing your cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, “we’re not going anywhere.”

Hyunjin pushed the tee up, revealing your pink lacy panties, a damp patch clinging onto your pussylips, the musky scent of your arousal driving up his senses.

“So soaked already,” he muttered, voice rough with approval.

He traced his long finger over the fabric, teasing your entrance, making you whimper, the muscles in your thighs tensing under his touch.

"Baby... look at me," Chan tilted your face, making you look into his eyes, his lips brushing over your cheeks, jawline, the corner of your eye before capturing them fully into his mouth.

You moaned softly into him, heat blooming through your stomach, your body exposed beneath their eyes.

Hyunjin's lips brushed over your hip bone, sucking a bruise into your skin, kissing every part of you he uncovered before focusing back on your clothed cunt.

He spread your legs with ease, sliding your panties to the side and pressed his mouth into your pussy, your gasp into Chan's mouth shattered the stillness.

He licked a slow, teasing stripe through your folds, groaning into you like he was starving. The grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you spread open for his mouth while his tongue moved with deliberate pressure.

Your hips bucked, pleasure shooting up your spine. Chan pulled back, leaving your lips swollen and slick from his kisses.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice like silk and gravel. “So responsive. You like how Hyunjin tastes you, huh?”

You could only nod, breathless, moaning as Hyunjin flattened his tongue and sucked on your clit.

Chan's fingers traced your breasts, circling the buds over his tee till they peaked, making them strain against the fabric, your hips shifted for more friction from below.

"You taste so sweet baby," Hyunjin murmured against your sloppy, went cunt, his chin soaked with your arousal, thrusting his tongue right into making you arch.

"That's it... Let him ruin you baby," Chan praised you, his mouth wrapping around your erect nipple while his free hand pinch and played with the other; God, this felt so good.

Too good.

Both Chan's and Hyunjin's cocks were fighting for freedom behind their shorts, the bulging and the throbbing of it now impossible to ignore.

"I— I need," you cried, your voice cutting short when Hyunjin's fingers slipped in with ease from how wet you were, curling them just right as he hit that spot making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your thighs trembled violently now, muscles twitching under Hyunjin’s grip as he drove his fingers in deeper, tongue working relentlessly over your clit in tight, rhythmic circles.

"Fuck—Hyun," you whimpered, legs instinctively trying to close, but his hands pinned you wide open.

"Stay still, sweetheart," Chan cooed, voice syrup-slick as he leaned in again, capturing your lips, swallowing your moans like he was starving for them. “Let him make you come. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

You nodded, helplessly grinding down against Hyunjin’s face, chasing the climax that was building like a storm under your skin.

Hyunjin growled low against you, the vibration making you cry out as he licked into you harder, deeper, matching the pace of his fingers.

“She’s dripping,” he mumbled, tongue curling along your folds, "You’re fucking perfect like this."

One of your hands fisted the sheets while the other clung onto Chan's bicep, his fingers now continuing to play with your nipples, after leaving his bruising trail of hickeys, marking himself on your chest.

Chan's hand moved from your breast to stroke your jaw, tilting your face so your teary eyes met his. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for us, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. Give it to him.”

And you did.

The orgasm hit so hard, it shattered you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, back arching clean off the bed, thighs locking around Hyunjin’s head as he kept licking you through it, drawing out every trembling second.

Your body convulsed, hot fat tears sliding down the corners of your eyes as the waves rolled and rolled. Chan held you through it, petting your hair, grounding you, whispering praises you could barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears.

You shook so hard that when Hyunjin pulled back from your pussy, he whimpered at the loss of legging it go, but had to give you time to recover from how much you came.

When your body went slack, Hyunjin leaned up, his eyes wild, meeting Chan’s gaze across your body.

“She’s ready now,” he said, voice rough, pupils blown. Chan’s gaze dropped to you, checking for something—any hesitation—but all he saw was the blissed-out desperation still lingering on your face, your lips parted, chest heaving, legs trembling.

The gentle restraint on Chan's face snapped when his eyes met Hyunjin's with a devilish smirk, he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "This is going to be hard. Fast. Soul crushing and we are going to ruin you."

Your eyes were glassy, every nerve ending in your body on fire as you squealed at Chan's growl. "Tell us or tap on us if it's too much and we will stop, but you better take everything we give you like the good little slut you are."

And that was the last of the gentleness you saw of Chan before he nodded at Hyunjin, removing his tee off of you and flipped you onto your stomach.

The both of them got off the bed, the syncing sound of the clinks of their belts echoing together as they shredded their pants, revealing their now impossibly hard cocks, heavy against their abs, thick and leaking beady drops of pre cum.

You took one look at their sizes and you knew you wouldn't make it out with the ability to walk after today.

You're definitely taking a sick leave for the week.

Hyunjin's hand cupped your face, carnal urges taking over his brain to just fuck you senseless already and Chan moved to the other side, ripping your panties and squeezing the flesh of your ass before giving it a sharp slap! making you gasp.

"Get on your hands and knees," he growled his command, and you did, slowly getting up with your face still in Hyunjin's grasp.

Hyunjin traced his thumb over your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth, his other hand fisting his leaking cock, so long and proud, the tip flushing red and a long vein running underneath, you swallowed hard as you registered the position you were in.

"Suck," you already were before the world left his mouth, greedily sucking on his thumb, your cheeks flushed hot.

Chan lined himself between your legs, his thumb smearing your wetness before tracing the thick head of his cock against your entrance making you inhale a sharp breath.

"Relax angel..." Chan's voice dropped an octave, "just relax." He muttered, holding your hips as he pushed the thick length of his cock past your tight walls.

"Open your mouth," Hyunjin growled, pulling his thumb out. Your mouth fell open and he pushed his cock in, the warmth wrapping around his shaft until your nose pressed against the faint trail of hair.

"Holy fuck—" Chan gritted through his teeth. "She's fucking tight," he pushed all the way in, his cock sitting snug inside you and letting your gummy walls adjust to him, he felt like he could come the very second.

"What a slut, look at her." Hyunjin's voice was strained as he held your jaw, beginning to fuck his cock into your mouth while Chan pulled back enough to let the tip tease your entrance once more before slamming back in.

Tears leaked from your eyes, drooling dribbling down from the corners of your mouth and your juices coating Chan's cock, you were getting fucked from the front and back by the two men who showed zero signs of mercy in bed.

You were choking on Hyunjin's length and clenched around Chan, both of them groaning loudly, Chan's fingers holding your waist so tight, his fingers left marks on your skin.

Chan gave one hard thrust into you, pushing you forward, Hyunjin's cock touched the back of your throat, making you gag, his head fell back as he held onto the headboard to brace himself.

"Shit, be gentle with her Chris what the fuck?"

Hyunjin grittted, his chest rising and falling, sweating clinging onto his skin and Chan's hand dipping down your stomach to circle your clit in rough strokes making you shut your eyes and clench him hard.

"She loves it Hyunjin. Look at her, taking two cocks like the needy little slut she is."

You whimpered at his filthy words, no room to breath, hair tangled, skin sweaty and eyes teared up, you were turned on and ruined beyond belief.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, hands fisting the sheets, moans were muffled while getting fucked and choked and their loud groans of pleasure filling the air.

"I might come right now, fuck," Hyunjin panted before pulling his cock out of your mouth, letting you breath, long sticky strings of spit clinging from his length onto your lips.

Oxygen rushed into your lungs but was cut short when another brutal thrust hit you from behind, the tip of Chan's cock touching your cervix ripping a loud cry out of your throat.

"Can't take it sweetheart? Hmm? Should we stop?" Chan cooed, so mean and ruthless, you were too fucked out to make up words so you shook your head.

"That's what I thought."

Hyunjin slipped himself back into your mouth holding your jaw, the tangling the strands of your hair, your tongue traced every ridge and vein of his silky velvet shaft as he rolled his hips forward, making you take it all.

"That's it, sweet angel letting me fuck her pretty mouth like it's mine."

"Mine?" Chan hissed, rubbing your clit in rough circles and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain mixing with pleasure before he growled, "No. She's OURS."

Chan kept thrusting into you, deeper and deeper, brushing that sweet squishy spot in you repeatedly.

Molten lava dripped down his spine as thunder roared in Hyunjin's chest, both of them slamming into you one after another before Chan hit that sensitive spot making you shatter again, your walls squeezing him as you came flooding on his cock.

White warmth spilled down your throat while another load gathered inside your cunt, painting your walls, the two of them filling you up with their cum, using you like a fuck toy, their cocks twitching endlessly inside you.

"Swallow every drop," Hyunjin growled, pulling out of your mouth and you did, feeling the sweet saltiness of his hot load slide down your throat.

Chan pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of your wrecked hole, chest heaving and his curls clung onto his forehead.

You lost your balance and almost fell but Chan's hand slipped around your body and caught you. You were lost in worlds beyond pleasure— freshly fucked and completely ruined but by the smirk on Hyunjin's face said they weren't done by a long shot.

"Can you give us one more round sweetheart?" His thumb brushed so gently over your tear stained face, your eyes lashes were damp, your nose and cheeks were flushed.

"One more for us like a good girl?"

Your chest still heaved in heavy breaths, Hyunjin ran his hand through your hair, pushing them away from your face.

"Alright, we'll give you some time to breathe." He said, smiling as if he wasn't about to wreck you again in the next few minutes.

You weren't sure if you could take it anymore. But the way Chan felt inside you and Hyunjin felt down your throat, your lust filled, foggy brain wanted more.

After what was like five minutes, once your breathing was back at a good pace, Chan's eyes met yours again, soft but filled with a beast like hunger that was ready to devour anything that came in his way.

Hyunjin sat behind you, scooping your body, making you sit on his lap before he laid down, his head on the mattress bringing your back flush against his chest.

You felt the hardness of his cock against your ass, your pulse spiking up, anticipation running through every nerve ending as he angled you above him.

Chan hovered over the two of you, his gaze piercing into yours and running down your body, skin peppered with his hickeys and fingerprints, a smug grin tugging his lips.

"Ready for us, angel?"

"Yes," you whispered, and that was all it took.

Hyunjin's fingers found your sensitive, swollen clit, rubbing it in right circles as they dipped down to your entrance, parting your puffy folds before pushing his shaft into you in one deep stroke.

Inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you, groaning between your neck and shoulder. You cried out from the stretch, the fullness, your walls fluttering as you clenched around him.

“Fuck—” Hyunjin hissed, “you are tight.”

Chan came up, his hands skimming your body, squeezing your breasts, mouth pressing to your neck. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered hotly, “you’ll make room for me too.”

Your heart thundered in your chest as Hyunjin’s cock remained unmoving inside you.

Chan watched your face, eyes glazed and no rational thought in his mind. “You’re okay,” Chan murmured against your jaw, kissing it.

“Breathe through it, baby. We’ve got you.”

Hyunjin pressed up, chest pressing to your back as he lined himself up carefully. His lips brushed your ear. “Relax,” he whispered. “Let us in.”

You exhaled, your body trembling from anticipation and pleasure, and slowly, Chan began to push in.

The stretch burned—sharp, a slight sting at first, then full and overwhelming.

Hyunjin grunted beneath you, his hands gripping your waist tighter as Chan filled the remaining space, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated, your body now stuffed with both of them.

You could barely breathe. Could barely think anymore.

“You’re doing so fucking well,” Chan whispered. “Taking us like you were made for this.”

“Look at her,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice hoarse. “So full of dick.”

You let out a broken moan, tears springing to your eyes from the intense stretch, the fullness, the feeling of being theirs completely.

They went slow at first. Timed. When Chan pulled back, Hyunjin pushed in—and vice versa. It was a rhythm that had your body shaking, your hands fisting the sheets, your mouth open but speechless from how overpowering it felt.

You were drowning in ecstasy, buried under praise and thrusts and heat and hands.

"God, you’re perfect," Chan groaned, his voice fraying at the edges. "So fucking wet, feel how messy you are, baby?"

“She’s dripping down on me,” Hyunjin answered, filthy and sweet in the same breath. "She likes being fucked dumb by us."

"Is that right?” Chan said, slowing his pace just to grind deep, right into your sweet spot. "You want us to ruin you, pretty girl?"

Your nails dug into the sheets, then into Chan’s shoulders as you tried to hold onto something—anything—but your body wasn’t yours anymore.

It belonged to them. Your mind, your pleasure, your heartbeat, everything was tangled up in the two of them.

They moved in tandem, one pulling out slightly while the other pushed in deeper, never leaving you empty, never letting the pleasure dip for even a second. You cried out as another orgasm crested, sudden and rushing.

The sounds leaving your bodies were sick, obscene, a filthy symphony of flesh on flesh and breathless gasps that made the walls feel too thin for what was happening inside.

“Fuck—Chan—Hyun—” you sobbed, your thighs trembling.

"That's it baby, come for us. Soak these cocks."

Chan kissed you hard, swallowing the sound of your moans. Hyunjin groaned when you clenched around them both, his hand snaking around to rub tight circles against your clit.

“So fucking perfect when you come.”

Their pace picked up, faster, rougher, a perfect storm of pressure and heat and praise. The sound of skin against skin, moans, the slurred mess of your name on both their lips, it was everything.

And then the pressure snapped.

You came with a scream, your whole body convulsing, brain going mush, walls clenching so tightly around them both that they swore under their breaths, holding on through the waves of your orgasm.

Hyunjin was next, thrusting harder as he chased his own edge. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fucking—"

He came with a hiss, buried deep inside you, his grip tight around your hips as he stilled, twitching, his teeth dug into your shoulder from the intensity of how much he released.

Chan wasn’t far behind, pulling you closer, holding your face as he locked eyes with you while he gave one final, deep thrust and spilled thick spurts inside you with a low moan.

You were stuffed full with cock and cum, the white fluid basically leaking from the corners of your cunt, the substance overloaded up in you.

Chan's forehead dropped to yours, sweat-slick skin pressed against you as he panted against your mouth.

All of you trembled through the aftershocks, breathless and wrecked, but Chan quickly braced himself to not collapse on your limp body.

His cock slid out first, then Hyunjin. Chan got up on his knees watching your body utterly used and railed, the two of them pushing you beyond what you thought you could give, only to pull you back to reality and piece you back together.

Chan ran a hand through his sweat damp hair as he got off the bed, walking out of the room into the washroom to grab a warm cloth.

You remained motionless, breathing heavily on top of Hyunjin, who gently moved you to the mattress next to him, his fingers tracing softly over the bite mark he planted on your shoulder and over the hickeys Chan had left.

Chan returned, with a cloth in his hand, getting back on the bed, watching you carefully.

"Let me clean you baby," he said, gently parting your legs to wipe off the evidence he and Hyunjin had left in you.

Hyunjin got off the bed and put on his boxers, running into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You winced slightly at the first swipe of the cloth, your body so oversensitive, pussy swollen, raw and tender in every sense of the word. But Chan’s touch was gentle and reverent.

"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand over your thigh. "Almost done, sweetheart."

You didn’t say anything, your throat felt thick, your limbs heavy, but not in a bad way. Your heart was full and you felt like you were floating.

Chan finished and tossed the cloth into the laundry basket nearby, his eyes scanning your body like he was memorizing you in this quiet, wrecked state.

His hand cupped your cheek softly, thumb brushing the dampness under your eye you hadn’t realized was still there.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low. A whisper between the two of you.

"Yeah..." you nodded slowly. "But I think I'm going to be sore for like a week."

Chan chuckled as Hyunjin returned, kneeling beside the bed with a glass of water. His brows softened as he saw you trying to sit up.

“Hey, no,” he said softly, helping you rest against the pillows instead. “Drink first.”

He held the glass to your lips, and you took small sips, feeling the cool water calm your dry throat after that much screaming.

You looked between them, voice quiet. "Are you both okay?"

Hyunjin gave a soft laugh, a little out of breath still. "I think you broke me, but in a good way.'

Chan reached forward to brush a small peck on your lips. “We’re okay, baby. Just making sure that you are.”

The two of them climbed back on the bed, one on either side of you, sandwiching you between their strong chests.

"Gonna spend the day with us today?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, his voice smooth as he pressed his lips on your temple.

"I don't feel like leaving you both," you mumbled sleepily, and they both chuckled.

“Good,” Chan said, rubbing slow circles on your thigh. “You’re not going anywhere from us.”

You exhaled a slow breath, melting into them completely. You were held between the two boys who had unknowingly tangled their way into your heart, body sore, lips kiss-swollen, a soft ache between your legs, but still you smiled wide.

Because you didn’t feel wrong anymore.

You felt wanted.

You felt theirs.

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i'm so excited for the night all we need's my bike and your enormous house

the strobe lights were almost blinding as you search the large house for felix. felix, who all but got on his knees to beg you to accompany him to the house party you now wander around aimlessly.

"princess!" you barely hear felix over the booming sound of music being pumped through every speaker in the house, "lost you for a minute there, you ok?"

his hand finds yours immediately walking with you toward the sliding glass doors, "just need some air, fi."

"me too, i'll go with you." i'll go anywhere with you, he means.

his hand leaves yours and felix can't help the bout of disappointment he feels in the pit of his stomach, wishing he could hold your hand just a little longer.

felix watches you intently as you open the door with the hand that not long ago was occupied his own, and once the door is open enough for you to exit your hand slots right into his own.

"do you have a cig?" what a stupid question, you see he has a full pack in his back pocket, you don't know is that he wants to share one with you, to see the red smudges of your lipstick around the end of it before he takes a drag of his own.

"f'course." you rake your hands through your black handbag, the handbag he purchased for you while his family was on holiday in paris. once you pull out your worn pack of cigarettes you follow up with your light pink lighter, "hm?"

it was your signal for him to light it for you, he takes the lighter out of your hands and cups a hand around your lips, lighting the cigarette for you. maybe its the drinks, the cups of liquor you had poured for him making his head spin, or maybe it was you, the thought of you being his one day. just one day, but he wants you now.

after your long drag you pass the cigarette to him, blowing out the smoke and looking out toward the backyard where friends were dancing, and lovers were making out in the dark corner by the trees.

"i've always loved nights like this, its so easy." you say, reaching your hand back out for the cigarette.

"me too, fun." he responds, as you flick the ends of the cigarette and watch the ashes fall onto the concrete, "always have fun with you, princess."

the nickname fell from his lips easily, something he had called you since you were a princess on halloween in grade school, never failing to pick on you for it.

"wanna get out of here?" felix asks looking for your confirmation, just wanting to be alone with you, not having to deal with farleigh's knowing glare.

"i do, fi. walk me back?" another stupid question, but this time coming from you, "or am i staying with you?"

"you'll stay with me, princess."

i'm caught on your coat again you said, "oh no, it's fine"

the weather in oxford was completely contradictory to felix's mood. the grey sky with icy winds had no comparison for the light reflecting from his smile. he was sat in some dingy diner (somewhere that only you could get him to step foot into) waiting for the check with you beside him.

he completely rejected your idea of sitting across from him, arguing that, "i haven't seen you in ages, why would i want you to be anywhere but my side?"

your lips were wrapped around the straw of the strawberry milkshake you swore you needed, shamefully felix can't help but think about your lips. the way they break into a smile, the way they sing your favorite songs, the way they'd look wrapped around him.

you're his best friend for goodness sake.

"fi?"

fuck the thinks, "princess."

"do you think we could go to the corner store? i wanted to get those crisps you like. i've been wanting them since the other night." you ask him with hesitation, as if he has ever denied you anything, as if he ever could.

"yep," felix pops his p, mirroring something you had always done, "quite a walk, sure you want to in the cold?"

you take one last sip of your milkshake before responding, "i've got you to keep me warm, don't think that's enough?" he wraps his arm around you to pull you closer to him.

his silence is telling, for as long as you had known him he was never one for comfortable silence. but, with you he could sit for hours without talking, just to be with you.

once the check is payed, by felix, you are bouncing out of your seat, forgetting the jacket that was resting by the end of your back.

"forgetting something?" he holds the jacket up, opening it for your arms to slip into effortlessly.

before your hands have the chance to zip up your jacket his are working at the zipper, toward the middle of the jacket the zipper stops.

"huh?" he says, trying to find where it went wrong.

his mind is racing as he tries to find the flaw in your jacket, when he finds the culprit it almost warms his heart. the fringes of his own jacket were caught in the teeth of your own. a piece of himself was caught in a piece of you.

"sorry bout that, princess."

"oh, no s'fine." without hesitation he zips your jacket all of the way, not wanting to risk you catching a cold. going as far as to giving you his own scarf and putting your hood up for you.

"and what would i do without you?" you ask, hooking your arm in his own and resting your cheek on his bicep as you walk down the street.

"freeze, and possibly have to buy your own food."

feeling of your arms i don't want to be your friend, i want to kiss your neck

felix loved the feeling of your bed. the soft linens your mother had sent from southern italy, the fluffy blankets, firm pillows, the feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist with your head lodged between his shoulder blades.

he loved it, right now, he longed for it.

farleigh was next to him talking to some guy at the pub and all he could think about is what you were doing. felix truly tried his hardest to get you to go with them to the pub, but you swore up and down tonight was your night for rest and relaxation.

stupidly, so stupidly, felix thought he would have more fun at the pub entertaining girls he'd never go home with instead of entertaining you.

"wanna get out of here?" a girl asks, pawing at his chest. all he can do his feign disgust, why would he want to leave with anyone but you?

"no," he responds, and sees the look on her face drop, "thanks" his words are slurred and all he can do is think to count the drinks he's had. the liquor really has affected him, usually he has you mooching off of whatever he has in his cup.

but, not tonight.

"farleigh, i need to go." felix pats farleigh on the shoulder, signaling his leave of absence.

"tell princess i said hi." farleigh responds, mocking his nickname for you, and felix can only open and close his mouth with a nod. felix starts his walk out of the bar with a slight wave to farleigh.

the walk to your dorm was quick, and his legs moved in a brisk walk, quickly starting to border a jog. wanting to get to you, get into your shower, get into your bed as quick as possible.

he dodges groups of partygoers and their judgmental glares skillfully, if they knew what he was running to he's sure they wouldn't be looking at him the way they were.

he arrives at your dormitory and ditches the stuffy elevator that would take too long, he doesn't have time for waiting. his legs move up the stairs, slower this time. almost savoring in the excitement of seeing you.

the many cups have him thinking, what if he told you now? he waits in front of your door, waiting. not knocking, just thinking. thinking about happy he could make you. thinking about what he could do for you, what you could do for him.

just before his mind could catch up with his movements he's knocking on the door. reeling in what he could say to you, and then you open the door.

your hair is in your rollers, and your body is drowning in your light yellow nightgown. ignoring all signs of sleepiness you smile, "felix?"

"i do not want to be your mate." your smile immediately drops, and your eyes open wide, suddenly he wants to jump down the flight of steps he had just climbed.

"what the fuck, felix?"

"no, no, no, princess, not like that." his large hands take your face into them, so tightly that your cheeks are smushed together, not to hurt you, never to hurt you.

"then how felix? you come to me in the middle of night to tell me what?" your words are slurred to the grip he has on his face.

you can smell the whiskey radiating off of him, making this all the more confusing, his hands fall from your face to his sides, "i don't want to be your friend." he takes breath, a deep breath, "i wanna kiss your neck"

"huh?" you ask again, slowly getting at what he means, but needing him to say it. say what you had been thinking for the last year.

"there was a girl at the bar, and she wasn't ugly. at all. she wanted to go home with me-"

you cut him off, "felix."

"sorry. but, i didn't want to go with her, all i thought about was you. coming home to you, maybe even kissing you, hugging you, fucking yo-"

you cut him off again, "felix."

"i just-"

"you what, felix?"

"i really love you. i love you so much i only think of you, i only think about you so much i can't hear a song without thinking about you. i love you so much i've started to lose my mind! i love you so much, princess." his lips smash into yours, and you taste him. the whiskey, the mint lip balm, the cigarettes, you taste him.

you kiss him until his hands start to trail toward the end of your night gown, "can't give the neighbors a free show, fi."

"can't have them seeing what's mine."

your eyebrows raise teasingly, "yours?"