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It's as if you're suffocating. 

Ever since The Incident™, you see him — them — everywhere. You no longer feel at peace in your apartment because merely being aware of the fact that they are a few short feet away from you, right across the hall, has you constantly on edge. You're waiting, yearning... yet far too timid to actually make a move. You have come to the realization that whatever confidence you had prior was thanks to your drunken and prideful state. 

Occasionally, you will encounter the two of them in the halls or in the lobby, each time becoming more and more flustered. 

San, for the most part, treats you normally, despite you never having seen him around the complex before. How your attention was never caught by a man that good-looking, you are entirely unable to comprehend. But, considering that even now you only spot him once in a blue moon, you assume that he either works odd hours or lives elsewhere and only occasionally spends the night.

He'll nod at you in passing, maybe even shoot you a dimpled smile if you're lucky. However, there is a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that wasn't there before. 

From how San acted when you'd first met, you weren't entirely sure he was interested in girls. Wooyoung was the only one who openly said anything of the sort. Now, you have no doubts. 

Wooyoung... Wooyoung is an entirely different story.

When you bump into him, he is nothing like San. He doesn't act like things are normal, like you are two people who are barely acquainted. Instead, it's quite the opposite. He flirts with you every chance he can get, winking at you or whispering inappropriate yet enticing things, promises of what could be. 

Before, when you passed him in the hall, you would nod to one another, maybe wave hello. Maybe he'd make you smile with an off-hand greeting. Now, your reaction is entirely different and, try as you might, you can't help it. You blush, you stutter, you avoid eye contact; sometimes, you swear you can hear Wooyoung laugh or softly murmur an endearing term as he walks away.

The days you interact with them are the days where you return to your apartment frustrated in more ways than one. You wish you could help the way you react — you were never a shy girl — but something about the duo is so new and intriguing that you're practically at their mercy. You spend hours on end reliving that night, the feeling of Wooyoung’s lips on your neck and San’s predatory gaze, and part of you desperately wants to go back and do it all again.

Wooyoung’s words haunt your dreams, his invitation always at the back of your mind. Should you force yourself to find the confidence you know you must have and go back? You have your own fingers and imagination to keep you satisfied for now, but you know that won't last. 

Luckily, it isn't long until your decision is made for you.

"Hello, (Y/N)." As always, Minhyun greets you as soon as you walk through the lobby doors, bowing respectfully. 

Adjusting the straps of your backpack, you bow in return. "Minhyun, how many times do I tell you there's no need to be so formal? You're my elder."

"It's my job, you know that," he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't want to get fired. Working here as a doorman pays better than any other part-time job I've had."

You raise an eyebrow. "Really? Good for you, man." 

"I know, right? Anyway, you've got some mail." He nods to the cluster mailboxes.

"Thanks, Minhyun. See you around." With a wave, you head over to your mailbox, setting your bag down and digging the key out of the front pocket. 

Considering you were only expecting bills and perhaps a letter or two from your college, you can't help but be surprised when you see a thick, brightly colored envelope sitting right on top of the mail pile. Picking it up, you wonder what it could be. Perhaps a wedding invitation? Chan and his girlfriend seemed practically attached at the hip the last time you saw them. Flipping the envelope over, you almost drop it in shock. 

In small script, that is somehow both messy and neat, is written:

Wooyoung Jung

Wonderland Apartments

Apt. 206C

Hands shaking due to either nervousness or anticipation, or maybe both, you hurriedly open the letter, eager to unveil its contents. Discarding the envelope in the closest trash can, you pull out a cute card, decorated with confetti. The word  "PARTY" is written in big, 3D letters on the front and a short message is printed on the inside. However, what catches your eye is the note written on the blank side of the card, scrawled in the same handwriting as the address. 

Doll,

We're still waiting for you to show up at the door and ask that question again. But, until then, we hope to see you at San’s birthday party.

Yours,

Woo & San

Your heart jumps as you read how the card was signed. Yours...? You like the sound of that.

Feeling giddy, you head back upstairs to your apartment, but then a thought crosses your mind. How on earth are you supposed to pick out a present for San when you know next to nothing about him?

"I don't know," Mingi muses, mindlessly twirling the straw sticking out of his iced caramel macchiato between two of his fingers. "Why don't you just fuck him again? I think that would make a great birthday present."

A gasp follows Mingi’s words and the two of you turn your heads to make eye contact with an offended-looking mother who, upon getting your attention, gestures to the young child sitting across from her. Immediately, Mingi smiles, putting his pearly whites on full display. The woman visibly falters, glare softening on impact.

"I am incredibly sorry, miss," Mingi starts, making his voice as soft and sultry as possible. You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes — you've seen this act many times before. "I didn't realize there was a child present. Is he yours?" 

The mother nods and Mingi gasps, eyes widening dramatically. "Wow. I must say, I find that hard to believe. I really thought you were his sister." 

The woman blushes, telling him to stop, but anyone could tell that it's an empty demand. To your dismay, Mingi keeps going, despite the fact that she has obviously already been won over. He has always had a habit of being an overachiever.

"Well, I hope you don't have anything against younger men because I don't see a ring on your finger and would love to take you out to dinner sometime."

Ah, of course. Like most of his encounters, the ordeal ends with him getting someone's number. Giving him a slip of paper, the mother bows and leaves, hand in hand with her child. 

"So," you say, raising an eyebrow. "Are you actually planning on taking her on a date?"

Mingi shakes his head. "No, anyone with children is a no-go. I don't wanna mess with families." 

You lightly kick his foot with your own underneath the table. "I get that, but then why'd you have to get her hopes up?" He only shrugs his shoulders in response. "Ugh," you groan, shaking your head.  "You're such a pig." 

"But you love me."

"Unfortunately." Sighing, you take a sip of your drink. "Anyway, can we get back to talking about what the hell I should get S— Wooyoung for a present?" You internally curse yourself for the slip-up, but luckily Mingi doesn't seem to notice. 

"I gave you my suggestion already," he says with a wink.

"Can you think with your head and not your dick for maybe like two seconds? I could always go and ask Seonghwa instead — he's great at picking presents for people." 

"No, no, I'll help, I swear," Mingi says, taking one last sip of his drink before throwing it away and focusing on you entirely. "What would a guy like Wooyoung want for his birthday?" He pauses, thinking. 

Wooyoung. You sigh. You haven't had the nerve to tell Mingi, or your other two friends, about what happened that night. How do you explain that the person who gave you hickies (or had sex with you, considering that's what they all think) is dating someone else? Let alone dating another man? Sometimes omitting the truth is the easiest thing to do. 

"Well, tell me what the inside of his apartment looks like; we can go from there." 

Despite the fact that the person you're actually shopping for most likely doesn't live in that apartment, you don't really have much else to go off of. So, thinking back to that night, you describe the interior to Mingi.

"Well," you begin, "One of the first things I noticed was the big, grand piano in the corner of the living room. I remember being surprised because I never would have thought there’d be enough space for one, but somehow th— he makes it work. There was also a lot of art on the walls and quite a few pictures that look like they could have been self-taken. There's part of the kitchen area that is used as a bar and—"

Mingi cuts you off. "Holy shit, this guy sounds rich. You really should fuck him again. Maybe he could be your sugar daddy and help pay off all of your college loans—"

You roll your eyes and get up from the table, throwing down a five. "Alright, I'll see you later; I'm going to Seonghwa’s." 

"Sorry," Mingi says with a laugh. "Love ya, (Y/N)!" 

"Love you too. And your one brain cell." 

Once again standing in front of Wooyoung’s apartment door, you can't help but nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. You hear music blasting from inside, just like you did on that day. In fact, this whole situation is so eerily similar to The Incident™ that you find yourself blushing. The only differences are that, this time, you've been invited and are accompanied by the two expensive bottles of wine that Seonghwa helped you pick out after you mutually decided they would serve as an acceptable present.

Biting the bullet, you knock on the door and it opens a few seconds later, revealing the birthday boy himself.

"(Y/N), it's so great of you to make it," San says, dimples making an appearance as he smiles kindly at you. "Please, come in."

You follow him inside and, ever the gentleman, he takes the wine from you and places it on the counter so you can comfortably slip out of your shoes. Placing them neatly against the wall, you take note of the other... two pairs?

You look around the apartment and, despite being decked out in an almost ridiculous amount of birthday decorations, there’s a scarce amount of people. In fact, there’s no one present besides you, San, and Wooyoung who’s smiling at you like the cheshire cat from his place on a kitchen stool.

“Welcome to the party, doll.”

You laugh nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Uh, thanks. Doesn’t seem like there’s much of a party yet, though. Am I early?”

You swear the invitation said to arrive at 8 PM but, here you are, 12 minutes after, alone with the hosts.

“No,” Wooyoung says, getting off of the stool and walking towards you. “You’re fashionably late. The truth is, San has never been one for big parties. We thought it’d be nice if it were just us three.”

The words take a second to sink in but, when they do, you realize exactly what’s going on. There is no party — never was. It was all an elaborate trick to get you to come back and, perhaps, continue where the three of you left off last time.

Wooyoung holds out a flute of champagne and you happily accept it, taking a generous sip. He continues, “Doesn’t the saying go ‘two’s a crowd and three’s a party’?” He laughs, knowing that is just his personal alteration of the true phrase. “Of course, you’re not obligated to stay. After all, we weren't entirely honest with you and I apologize if this upsets you in any way. We just got too impatient waiting for you to show back up at our door.”

Wooyoung’s words boggle your mind, mainly because you can’t believe that the two of them were actively waiting for you to come back over. Not only do they have each other, but they’re both very attractive and could certainly sleep with anyone they wanted. So, why you? You can’t bite back your curiosity, so you ask them outright.

“You’re intriguing, sweetheart,” San answers. “It’s not every day a stranger knocks on the apartment door asking for sex, dare or not.”

Again, you blush. You’ve been doing that so much lately that you’re surprised your face hasn't been dyed a permanent shade of red. You can only blame the effect that the two of them have on you. “Is that so?”

Wooyoung nods, moving to sit on the couch and inviting you to follow him. “You’re also incredibly attractive, with a cute personality to match.” Using a remote, he changes the channel the stereo is on, letting the smooth notes of some R&B song replace the upbeat pop that was previously playing. “Again, don’t feel obligated to stay or do anything you don’t want to, doll. We can just hang out if you want, be friends. This is a party after all.”

You take a moment to think. You know you have been craving the two of them since that first night together, but is this something you would actually want to get involved in? You’re not experienced with open relationships, and not entirely sure how they work. Is it exclusive with just the three of you? Will someone else get added to the mix? Will they drop you if they find someone new and more exciting?

As if seeing the wheels in your head turning, San comes and sits on the other side of you, placing a comforting hand on your thigh. “You can ask us questions, you know. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Just as you’re about to, the sound of the doorbell drowns out the music. After sending a curious look toward Wooyoung who responds with a shrug of his shoulders, San gets up and heads to answer the surprise guests.

“Hello—”

San’s greeting is cut short by yelling and whooping and an unfortunately familiar voice saying, “Yo, we heard there was a party so we decided to crash!”

Time slows to a crawl and you look away from a confused Wooyoung to a flustered San until, finally, you make eye contact with who was at the door.

Your three boys.

The causes of your many headaches.

The banes of your existence.

Mingi, Yunho, and Jongho, all of whom are currently looking around the apartment in a stupor.

“Uh…” Jongho looks between you and your two hosts, a six-pack in one hand and scratching the back of his head with the other. “Are we early?”

Your shock gets overridden by some primal instinct and, before Wooyoung and San even have a chance to say anything, you're out of your seat and grabbing Yunho and Mingi by the arms, attempting to drag them out of the apartment as you kick Jongho in the ass, urging him to move back. (You’ll probably pay for that later, but you aren’t thinking about that now.)

"What the hell are you guys doing here," you hiss, practically feeling the steam blow out of your ears. "It wasn't an open invite!"

"We just wanted to stop by and make sure this guy you fucked is good enough for our girl," Mingi explains, ripping his arm out of your grasp and turning back around. "So, fellas, which one of you is Wooyoung?"

Slowly standing up, Wooyoung raises his hand. "Uh, that'd be me. I'm guessing you three are friends of (Y/N)?"

Yunho nods, smiling and making his way over to the much smaller man, clapping him on the shoulder. "That's right! I'm Yunho, the broody one with the beer is Jongho, and the pretty one is Mingi. Sorry for intruding, but we're like her brothers, you know? Gotta scope out the new boyfriend or fuck buddy or whatever you are."

Placing the six-pack down onto the counter, Jongho sits on one of the stools, making himself comfortable. Lolling his head to the side, he makes eye contact with San. "So, who are you?"

San goes to answer but you cut him off, knowing he'll likely say he's Wooyoung’s boyfriend and make the situation even more complicated than it already is. Pushing Jongho off of his stool, you say, "Don't worry about who he is! Can you guys just go? The party is canceled, so—"

"Why are you trying to kick them out?" Wooyoung interrupts, shooting you a devilish smile. He winks at San and continues as you try to ignore the growing pit of unease in your stomach. "We can have a party with just the six of us. Let's have some fun, hm?"

Oh, boy. You’ve never been a religious person, but you take a moment to pray. You have a feeling you’ll need the help of some otherworldly being to get through the night.

Wooyoung leans closer to you, the couch shifting underneath his weight. The three boys sit a ways ahead of you on the carpet, completely plastered and engrossed in watching the action flick Yunho chose at random. Wooyoung places his hand on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh. You cast him a warning look, but it gets ignored. Again. San comes up behind the couch and leans over the back of it, whispering something dirty in your ear. Again.

This is a perfect example of how the night’s been going. Wooyoung and San ganging up on you, teasing you, playing some sort of game. “It’s all in good fun,” San told you earlier in the night, sneaking up behind you and pulling you against his body. Luckily, your friends were distracted by the game of beer pong Wooyoung somehow managed to set up on the kitchen table. “We want to see how far we can go until someone notices. That’s alright with you, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

And despite the fact that you are somewhat terrified of your three friends noticing what’s going on between the three of you, you found yourself saying that it was. Now, here you are, with Wooyoung to your right with his hand up your skirt and San behind you, kissing the skin of your neck.

“You’re both insane,” you whisper, not taking your eyes off of the boys in front of you. “You’re asking to get caught.”

"Nonsense," Wooyoung whispers, eyes trained on the movie while his nimble fingers tease the band of your panties. "You're too worried. I can assure you they won't notice — not only are they watching a movie, but they're drunk as hell. Trust me, doll. Trust us."

San stops his ministrations on your neck, coming to sit on the other side of you. "Do you?" You furrow your eyebrows, confused, and he adds, "Trust us, I mean."

"Yes."

The immediacy of your answer seems to surprise the two and you must say that you even surprised yourself. You thought the confidence you had from the dare was a one-time thing, but maybe you are becoming more of a risk taker.

Or maybe it's the alcohol. Who knows?

However, despite their initial shock, it doesn't take long for the two of them to get back to their endless teasing. Wooyoung’s hand slips inside your panties and he runs one finger up your slit, a test to see how wet you are. He hums, pleased. You let out a sharp exhale of breath and San chuckles, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

"Loosen up — we'll take care of you."

San continues there, kissing up your shoulder towards the base of your neck where he lightly rakes his teeth over your skin. You automatically lean your head back to give him more access but quickly look forward once again, desperate to keep an eye on the three men on the floor.

After teasing your folds a few more times with one of his slender fingers, Wooyoung dips the digit inside of you, curling it a few times to get a feel for you. His touch makes your back arch and San reaches over, placing a strong hand on your abdomen to help keep you pressed against the couch. Keeping his hand there, he reaches forward, plucking his wine glass off of the side table next to him. As if he's completely oblivious to what's happening, he takes a delicate sip.

Lifting the glass in your direction, he asks, "Would you like some?"

You're unable to respond — or even begin to process his question — because you are far too focused on the feeling of Wooyoung’s finger inside of you, teasing and withdrawing, always leaving you wanting just a little bit more. He takes you to the edge and back again, all the while sporting a content smile with playful eyes.

San takes another sip but, this time, he doesn't swallow. Instead, he leans forward and captures your lips with his own, pushing the wine into your mouth with his tongue. You were unprepared and some of the liquid escapes, trailing a line down your jaw, your neck, into your shirt, and onto your breasts. San watches the line with a predator's eye, waiting barely a second before diving in and pressing his tongue to your skin.

The two sides of San’s personality are further revealed as he cleanses the alcohol from your skin, leaving kisses one moment and lightly piercing you with his teeth the next. Spurred on, Wooyoung lets another finger join the first, filling you further. The new sensation has you reeling and you can't fight the gasp that escapes your lips.

Luckily, the noise is drowned out by the explosions on the television that have your friends so enraptured.

Wooyoung scissors the two digits, stretching you out and sending another shockwave of pleasure throughout your body. His fingers, long and slender as they are, have no problem reaching deep inside of you, rubbing against the bundle of nerves that has you on the brink of an orgasm right then and there. Sensing that you're about to moan aloud, San separates his mouth from the skin of your chest — where you're sure you will find blossoming red and purple marks — only to capture your lips with his own, swallowing your sounds of gratification.

You grab Wooyoung’s arm and lock it in a death grip, attempting to express how close you are to coming undone. You know that you won't be able to control yourself or the noises you're making for much longer, and your friends will surely notice what's been going on behind them for the entirety of the movie that seems to be more than halfway finished. Understanding your silent plea, Wooyoung pauses his ministrations.

He reaches out and caresses San’s cheek, urging the other man to pull away from you and tell him what to do. San responds to the silent signal instantly, his dark eyes snapping away from you and towards his lover. Too crazed by lust, not even a moment passes before — instead of speaking — San leans over you and laces his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. He pulls the younger man closer and captures his lips in a passionate kiss right before your eyes.

You take in the sight before you with parted lips and thighs squeezing together. Wooyoung’s eyes flutter closed, his long eyelashes brushing against San’s. It amazes you how even such small, insignificant parts of their bodies cannot seem to bear without touching. Their lips move in harmony and you're at such an angle that you can see their tongues intertwining in a battle for dominance that San quickly and easily wins. When they finally pull away from one another, their lips are red and swollen, glistening with spit.

"Woah, what's going on here?"

Yunho’s voice pierces the air, instantly breaking the mood and bringing the three of you back into reality.

Snapping out of his flustered state, Wooyoung clears his throat and manages to respond without missing a beat. "We were back here playing truth or dare, and (Y/N) dared the two of us to kiss."

"Damn, making your boyfriend kiss another dude? I had no idea you were so kinky," Mingi jokes, wiggling his eyebrows.

You don't even know how to respond. How much did they see? How much do they know? What—

"Anyway, the movie is over. Considering it's almost 3 AM and I have a Saturday class, I think we're gonna head out," Jongho says, interrupting your frenzied thoughts. "(Y/N), do you want us to walk you back to your apartment?"

San gets up, stretching his back before turning to face the other boys. "I actually have something to discuss with her before she leaves but I'll get her across the hall safely, don't worry."

Jongho nods, although you don't miss the way his eyes narrow suspiciously. "Alright, whatever you say." He heads to the door to join Yunho and Mingi in putting on his shoes, whispering something to the two of them as he leans down. Mingi looks your way and says something back which leads to Yunho hitting both him and Jongho on their backs and forcing them to move towards the door.

"Well, thanks for the fun night, guys," Yunho says, waving half-heartedly as he uses his other arm to finish putting on his left shoe. "Again, sorry for crashing. And not staying to help clean up, but you know... Places to be."  

Wooyoung shrugs, picking up some scattered beer cans and throwing them away. "No biggie. If you guys ever wanna hang again, just drop by. We're always looking for company."  

"Thanks for the invite. And (Y/N)," Jongho pauses, looking at you and raising an eyebrow. "Uh... get back safe." 

You laugh, awkwardly playing with a loose strand of your hair. "I-I'm right across the hall, I'll be fine. See you guys in class Monday." 

With one last wave from him and the other guys, Mingi closes the apartment door. San is on top of it seconds later, making sure it's locked. Wooyoung, who was in the middle of cleaning up some more trash the boys left in their wake, drops everything, startling you. 

He laughs. "Sorry, doll, didn't mean to startle you, but I'm gonna clean up tomorrow. There are more important things I need to deal with." 

He moves forward and grabs your hand, pulling you against his body. He's taller than you, but not by much. It's a comfortable height for— 

He kisses you as if reading your mind. Finally, you can relax without having to worry about your friends catching you, and you lose yourself in him, in his taste, in his scent. He smells of sandalwood and tastes of wine, a wonderful combination. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling on it lightly just like San does. He growls and nips your lip, hips automatically jutting against yours in response. You smile — he seems to like that.

You jump slightly when you feel San come up behind you, lacing his arms around your torso, but his whispered "sweetheart" calms you instantly. One of his hands pushes up the bottom of your shirt, tracing the skin there, and you shiver. Being sandwiched between these two men is something you've only dreamt of. You would have imagined it to actually happen, and certainly not in a scenario like this. But here you are. And you love every second of it. 

"Should we take this to the bedroom?" Wooyoung asks, placing his forehead on yours as he attempts to steady his ragged breathing. 

"Don't rush her, baby," San says, pulling away from you slightly. "If she wants our fun to end here for now, that's alright. We can continue another day." Coming to stand in front of you, he wraps his arm around Wooyoung’s waist, lovingly kissing his cheek. Wooyoung whines and moves closer to San, pressing his ass against him. San shushes him and turns back to you. "What will it be, (Y/N)? Don't worry about this one; I can always take care of him myself." 

You want them. That's something you know for sure. But if you ignore the aching in your core, there's still some hesitance. A haze of confusion, the feeling of being unsure. So that leads you to say what you do.

"I can't do this yet." 

San nods as if he was expecting you to say this. Wooyoung pouts. 

"I...  tonight was incredible. And I definitely want more. I just... I need to think. Research. There are so many things I don't know. I can't dive into something like this blind." 

Collecting himself, Wooyoung separates from San. "We understand, (Y/N). Whenever you're ready, we'll be here." 

"If you have any questions about something you find or are confused, you can always come to us. We'll tell you anything you want to know," San adds.

"I might just take you up on that offer," you say, heading to the door and putting on your shoes. Just like last time, Wooyoung comes and opens the door for you, but before you can leave, he stops you by grabbing your wrist. 

He places a swift, yet soft, kiss on your lips, murmuring a "goodnight, doll," as he pulls away. Leaving you in a daze, he goes back inside, smiling at you sweetly before closing the door behind him.

As you walk back to your own apartment, your imagination begins to run wild, picturing what he and San could be doing without you. You sigh. Guess you’re turning to your fingers again tonight. Then tomorrow, your research starts.

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Felix sucked in a deep breath, eyes locking with yours. “What do you think about poly relationships?” 

You blink a few times, confusion taking over. Tilting your head at him you ask, “Poly relationships?” 

He nodded. “Are you against them or do you think they’re weird?” 

“No. I’m not against them nor do think they’re weird. If everyone is happy in the relationship and it works for them, I really don’t see the problem.” 

“You seem sure in your answer,” Felix said obviously a little surprised. “Most people aren’t.” 

“I had a senior last year that was in a poly relationship,” you said with a shrug. “So, I’m not exactly new to it.” 

“Wait, really?” 

You nodded. “It was actually my first kind of… interaction-- if that’s the right way to put it— with one.” You smiled a little. “I knew he was in a relationship but I had no idea it was with multiple people. But one day I saw him kissing one guy and then the next day I saw him kissing another. So I was like oh my god! He’s cheating?! He didn’t seem like the cheating type you know? He was so sweet and such a gentleman. It actually threw me off. But then one of the other seniors in the class explained that he was a poly relationship. Before that I had honestly never given that type of relationship much thought. It wasn’t that I was against them or anything obviously, its just I’ve never actually witnessed one before that.” 

“Were you close to this senior?” Felix asked. 

“Not really?” You said. “We got paired up for a project randomly in the middle of the semester so it wasn’t like we didn’t talk. But he wasn’t one to share a lot about his personal life. He was really introverted but really, really cute. And like I said a gentleman. Even though he didn’t share much about himself he was always really sweet to me.” 

“You had a crush on him, didn’t you?” Felix teased. 

You pouted. “Maybe a tiny one. Again he was cute and sweet but he was taken so I would never go for him.” 

“Even though he was in a poly relationship?” 

“Yes? One he was in a relationship with two men so, I genuinely don’t know if he would even swing my way too. And again, he was taken. He may have multiple partners but I understand not all of those relationships are just… open?”

Felix hummed in understanding. “But if it was,” he said almost unsure, “do you think you could picture yourself in that type of relationship.” 

You sat back in your chair thinking. “I don’t know? That’s definitely something I haven’t given thought to before. But if I was being honest, probably not. I mean, I have had crushes on multiple people at once. But actually being in love with multiple people and dating them all at once might be too much for me. It just seems like…” You trailed off, trying to find the right wording. 

“A lot of work?” Felix asked almost knowingly. 

You winced a little but nodded none of the less. “Again, I’m not against them. At all. I’m definitely a love who you want, however you want type of person. But I think for me, I can barely take care of and keep up with myself. So, the thought of trying to do that with one other person alone is daunting. Multiple people? I don’t think I could.” 

“Did your senior never talk to you about how his relationship worked at least?” 

“Nope. I don’t even think he knew that I knew. I never mentioned it because I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. He really did not share his personal life so I thought that if I brought it up, he would pull away. Especially because I know relationships like that a really looked down on.” 

Felix nodded at that. “I can confirm a relationship like that is a lot of work,” he said. 

“Huh?” You asked, confused. 

“I’m in a poly relationship.” 

“HUH?!” 

Multiple people in the cafe whipped their heads around to stare at you after your loud outburst. You sunk into your seat more, glaring at a cackling Felix. 

“I didn’t even know you were in any type of relationship to begin with, Lix,” you said, honestly shocked— and maybe a little heartbroken. “But now you’re telling me you have multiple partners?” 

“Seven to be exact,” Felix said with a soft smile. “I have seven boyfriends. We all live together too.” 

That had your eyes almost bugging out of your head. “S-s-seven?” 

Felix nodded. “Yep.” 

“How do you…” 

“How do I manage it?” Felix asked knowingly. 

You nodded.

“Trust me it was difficult at first  to find the a balance but over the years we’ve gotten better” he said. “A lot actually. We’re all very in tune with one another. And yes, it can be a lot of work but I wouldn’t trade it for the world honestly.” 

“There’s no jealousy or like… I don’t know, fights about things?” 

“Jealousy between us? No. They all are kind of possessive though.” Felix laughed at that. “And yeah, we have arguments. Not many but I think in any type of relationship you will eventually, you know?. But we’re all very open with one another. We sit down and talk things out. We all take care of one another and our feelings.” 

“Did you start dating all at once or?” You asked even more curious now. 

Felix laughed again. “Oh god no,” he said. “It was gradual? It took a good two— almost three— years for us all to actually get together.” 

You smiled softly at Felix. Even though the shock — and admittedly heartbreak— of the man you have the biggest crush on was actually already taken was still ebbing at your heart, you couldn’t help but feel happy for him. Because he looked happy. His eyes were glowing and he had this smile while talking about them that showed his love already. 

“So it isn’t a date whoever you want type of relationship?” You asked. But then panicked. “Not to sound rude—“ 

Felix smiled at you. “It’s not rude don’t worry,” he said. “I know a relationship like mine can be confusing but I don’t mind explaining it. We’re in a closed relationship. Well, in a way? It was definitely a trial and error thing for a good while. But we’ve never shied away from sharing our crushes with one another.  But it’s strictly if you date one, you date all. All eight of us have to agree too. We’ve had two people be added before but they…” He trailed off for a moment almost seemingly pained. He took a deep breath before continuing. “They didn’t work out. So, over the last few years it really has just been the eight of us. None of us have proposed bringing anyone else in.” 

His eyes settled back on you, his gaze soft. “I am one of the more open side about sharing our relationship than some of the others,” he said. “But even then, it’s not often because we do get a lot of criticism. It’s not like it’s necessarily a secret or anything. A lot of people know about it actually. But, you’re my friend. And I really like you. So, I wanted to share this with you because I would love for you to meet them Y/N.” 

You shifted a little. “Meet them?” You asked. 

“One of my boyfriend’s childhood friends, Lia, is having a birthday party soon,” Felix said, scrounging through his bag. “A lot of people from the university are going to be there though so it’s not like you wouldn’t know anyone.” He handed you a pretty pink envelope. “I asked if I could bring a ‘plus one’ since all of my boyfriends already have their own invites. She agreed and gave me another one for you.” 

You took the invite carefully from his hands. “Wait,” you said. “Lia? As in Choi Jisu?” 

Felix nodded. “You’ve heard of her?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “I went to high school with her girlfriend.” 

“You went to high school with Yuna?!” Felix exclaimed. 

You laughed a little. “We graduated the same year? We weren’t close cause I was only there our senior year. We did share literature classes our  first and second year of university though. She mentioned Lia a couple times when we did talk. Plus, Haewon is friends with her too.” 

“You need a bigger friend group Y/N,” Felix said. 

“I have plenty of friends thank you,” you said with a pout.

“Your friend group consists of Sunoo, Sangwon, and Seunghan,” Felix said deadpan. “And why all S names?” 

“Don’t shit on my boys,” you said. “I’m friends with Jaehyun too so, it’s not all S.”

“You need more female friends.” 

“I have female friends.” 

“You barely hang out with Haewon, Y/N. I think you and Yuna would be great friends honestly.” 

You pouted more. 

“Come to the party,” Felix said. “Meet my boyfriends and maybe make friends with Yuna at least.”  

“I don’t know,” you said. “It’s not like I don’t want to meet your boyfriends, Lix. I do. I really do. But I’m not the most comfortable in going to a party without one of my friends you know.” 

“You’re not comfortable going somewhere without Sunoo,” Felix said with a knowing look.

You winced a little at that. Okay, maybe you were a little too dependent and attached to your best friend. 

“Can I think about it?” You asked. 

“Of course you can,” Felix said. “And if you don’t want to go to the party then, I understand. Maybewe can figure out somewhere else for you to meet them all where you’d be comfortable.” 

— — — 

“So you’re telling me,” Sunoo began, “that the guy you’ve had a massive crush on for months, is in already in a relationship and he never told you?” 

You stopped your pacing and turned to look at your best friend who was currently sitting on the edge your bed. Sangwon was stretched out on it behind him, comfortably lounging into your pillows. 

“That’s not even all of it,” you said. 

“There’s no way it can get worse,” Sangwon said, voice obviously heavy with exhaustion. 

“He’s in a relationship with seven other men.” 

Now that had Sangwon sitting up. He and Sunoo both stared at you, wide eyed. 

“What?” Sangwon asked, now sounding very much awake. 

“What the fuck is your luck?” Sunoo asked. “First it was the senior you never talk about anymore and now Lee Felix? Both of your crushes, two years in a row are in poly relationships?” 

“With all men,” Sangwon added. 

You groaned, walking over to your bed and plopping down next to Sunoo.

“I was thinking about confessing to Felix,” you mumbled, resting your head against Sunoo’s shoulder. 

“You were?” Sangwon asked, obviously a little surprised. 

“After the project,” you said. “I don’t know. There were times I thought that maybe he was attracted to me or maybe that he actually liked me a little bit. But now I know he’s a taken man and I was being delusional. My luck really is shit.” 

“I thought you were all ‘my crushes are just crushes I am not ready for a relationship’?” Sunoo asked. 

“But it’s Lee Felix,” you sighed. 

“Okay yeah,” Sunoo agreed. “Understandable.” 

“He wants me to meet them.” 

“His boyfriends?” Sangwon asked. 

You nodded slowly, cheek still pressed against Sunoo’s shoulder. “At Lia’s birthday party. He gave me an invite.” 

“Yuna’s girlfriend?” Sunoo asked. 

You hummed. 

“I don’t see the problem with that?” Sangwon said. “He obviously considers you to be a close friend if he wants you to actually meet them all.” 

“But she doesn’t want to be just friends with him Won,” Sunoo corrected. 

You shook your head at that. “I want to keep our friendship. He’s an amazing person. I’ll get over my crush eventually.”

“You really need more female friends,” Sangwon said with a sigh.

“You sound just like Lix,” you replied with a pout. 

“Do you not want to meet his boyfriends?” Sunoo asked. 

“I do,” you said. “It’s just…” 

“You don’t like going to parties,” Sangwon finished. 

You nodded. “Lix said I would probably know people there. And I mean I know Yuna. We’re just not close. Plus Haewon is most likely gonna be there. But... I don’t know. It’s weird if you guys aren’t there.” 

“We need invites to get in?” Sunoo asked. 

“That’s what it seems like yeah,” you said. 

“I’ll ask Yuna then,” Sangwon said. “Maybe I can get ones for Seunghan and Jaehyun too.” 

“I love you Wonnie.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Now, the ceiling stretches above your eyes as you lay on your boyfriend’s sheets. Hyunjin’s thumb is rubbing slow strokes across the back of your hand. Jeongin sits beside Seungmin on the floor, intently watching him between your legs. Jeongin thinks your core, already soaked without even being touched, is one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. Seungmin’s hands grip around your thighs, holding you open before you even attempt to hide. 

Above you, Hyunjin finally snaps out of the trance he entered the second you discarded your top. “Can’t believe this is happening,” he states as a fact. 

“Me neither,” Jeongin agrees. You’re not sure if he knows he even spoke. 

Seungmin looks between the two for any signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he replies, “It’s happening. She’ll let us use her as long as we need, right baby?” He lightly squeezes your thigh, urging you to respond. 

“Mhm,” you sigh and nod. How could you not, when all three are staring at you like you’re a masterpiece just for them? 

Seungmin squeezes harder. “Use your words.” His voice has a certain authoritative tone, only found in bed like this, only used to make his girl feel as good as possible. 

“Use me, please.” You’re not far off from outright begging. You’ve been here, talked about but never talked to, for too long. At this point, you don’t necessarily care who goes first, as long as someone does soon. 

Seungmin’s drawing this out on purpose. “You’ll let me know if you want to stop?” His tone drops, talking only to you and not for the benefit of the others.  

“I won’t want to,” you answer him as Hyunjin squeezes your hand tighter, like it’s the only thing holding him back right now. 

“Dummy, that wasn’t the question.”

“I’ll let you know, promise,” your voice comes out rushed, trying to convince someone, anyone to touch you. 

“Holy shit,” Jeongin mutters. Hyunjin can only nod in agreement, already nearly breathless just from seeing you hand yourself over to Seungmin so easily. He’s dreamed of you before, but this, the trust required between you and your boyfriend, is something else entirely. Something he can only keep dreaming of, and hope to God he pleases you tonight. 

Seungmin’s proud smile validates your neediness. “That’s my girl,” he says, then turns his attention to Jeongin beside him. 

“Now,” he begins, “lesson one. The most important thing is to watch her reactions, like this -” without any more warning, Seungmin leans in and licks a practiced stripe up your pussy, stopping to suck around your clit for a few seconds. Your gasp is met with a low groan from Hyunjin. Seungmin pulls away and looks over at Jeongin, “You’re doing a good job if she sounds like that.” 

Jeongin doesn’t move, doesn’t so much as nod, but his thoughts are evident from his pupils blown wide, still staring at where Seungmin was just connected to you. 

Hyunjin chuckles without much humor behind it. “You doing okay?”

Jeongin still does not tear his eyes away from you, but nods so quickly his hair moves with him. “Show me again?” he poses it like a question, but he sounds like he’ll cry if the answer is no. 

Seungmin obliges, leaning in once more to repeat his motions, flicking his tongue and sucking just as he did before. His mouth is divine, and he knows exactly what will get the best reactions out of you. He stays longer this time, drawing out your sighs and moans solely for Jeongin’s benefit. 

Hyunjin’s low curse is almost lost behind the sounds of you and Seungmin. He can’t keep his hands to himself any longer. As familiar heat begins to coil low in your stomach, Hyunjin leans down and lightly sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue to make you arch into him. 

When he’s satisfied, he leans up and gently brushes a loose strand of hair out of your face. 

“Open up for me, yeah?” he whispers, only for you to hear. 

He can’t believe how easily you follow his instructions. He cups your jaw and spits right on your waiting tongue, unable to contain his low moan as you swallow it without hesitation. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” 

Seungmin’s still working his tongue so well. You’re already so close. Right as your pleasure almost reaches its breaking point, Seungmin pulls away. “N-no,” you falter in your protest, but he doesn’t spare you a second glance. 

His eyes are locked on Hyunjin, holding your chin like you’ll shatter if he presses too hard, staring like your gleaming eyes hold the secrets of the universe.  

“Your turn,” he rasps. Of course Seungmin can see that Hyunjin damn near forgot the entire reason for doing this is to teach Jeongin – who, at the moment, looks more like a statue blushing pink than a person. 

Hyunjin travels down your body, taking Seungmin’s place as Seungmin stands up to position himself on his mattress next to you. 

“Hi, pup,” he greets you. He smiles at your pout, still upset that he stopped earlier. He brings his hand to your cheek, taps your lower lip with his thumb, before reassuring, “It’s okay, do you want Hyunjin to take care of you?” 

You begin to nod, but are cut off by Seungmin’s overdramatic disappointed expression. You know better, he shouldn’t need to remind you to use your words. “Please, yes, yes,” you beg, still holding eye contact with your boyfriend. You did well. He grins and pulls you into a kiss, lips working against yours to absorb your noises. 

Seungmin shifts. The mattress slightly dips you further into him, before he grabs your hand and guides it to his bare length, warm and heavy in your palm. Immediately, instinctually, you wrap your hand around him and begin slowly sliding your hand up and down his cock. Seungmin groans and deepens the kiss. 

Hyunjin is about to stop breathing. Jeongin looks on the verge himself. 

Between your legs, the oldest cannot choose between watching you and Seungmin or diving into you, dripping with an obscene mixture of your arousal and your boyfriend’s spit. Jeongin places a gentle, encouraging hand on his thigh, and Hyunjin almost jumps out of his skin. 

“So - uh,” Hyunjin has to force coherent words out of his mouth. “For me, I like to start by easing a girl into it. Having her talk to me. But,” Hyunjin looks up at Seungmin, still making out with you while you’re still pumping your hand, “she can’t really answer me right now.” 

Seungmin hears him and pulls away. You whine at the loss of contact, but he just mocks you by pouting back at you, still inches away from your face. He looks down at Hyunjin and says, “Go on, then.” 

Hyunjin reminds himself to breathe. He’s so goddamn lucky to be here. Seungmin’s even luckier he gets you every night. He could die happy between your thighs, even without tasting you yet. But then his eyes flicker to you, gorgeous and panting and so, so desperate for any kind of relief, and his focus tunnels on you once again. “Pretty, pretty muse,” he starts, tracing his fingers over your slick inner thighs, so close and yet so far where you both need him. “How well does your boyfriend eat you out?”

Seungmin’s jaw clenches. “Careful,” he warns, but it’s short lived. His eyelids flutter as your fist speeds up. 

Hyunjin presses a soft kiss directly onto your clit. Your hips try to chase him as he leans back, smiling. He doesn’t care that you didn’t answer. He keeps talking, whispering almost to himself, “Because I can hear you sometimes, y’know? Have to pretend I can’t, because what kind of person spends their nights jerking off to their best friend’s girl?” 

A strangled noise leaves Jeongin’s throat. 

His fingers trace languid designs through your folds. “But you’re letting me, aren’t you? You’re letting me do this -” Hyunjin’s tongue is on you again, slowly flicking and sucking with the reverence of a saint. When he pulls away again, he looks like someone forced him to. “Fuck, letting me do that while he watches, shit you taste so good.”

“You said you want her to talk to you, too,” Jeongin points out. 

Hyunjin looks over at him like he forgot he was there. “Right.” Then his eyes are back on you, “Let me know how good this feels, muse.” 

And he indulges in you, licking a fat stripe up your pussy like he’s done it countless times before. Maybe he has, in his mind. “Hyunjin - fuck!” your gasp is a mixture of disbelief and pure pleasure racing through you. 

He hums in response, the vibration hitting you in the best possible way. 

Your mind goes blank, too stimulated to think about anything else but the man between your thighs, eating you out so differently than what you’re used to. 

Seungmin has a point, Jeongin really can learn different ways from them. Seungmin is always controlled, taking his time to make you fall apart exactly how he wants you to. Hyunjin is romance, adjusting his pace to match the rhythm of your moans. 

You’ve already been pulled right to the edge once tonight. Hyunjin’s still lapping his tongue like a man starved, letting you writhe around him. Your thighs clench as your pleasure builds up again, but Hyunjin blindly reaches for Jeongin’s hand, positioning it to hold you open for him. In one smooth motion, Hyunjin’s long fingers are inside you, curling to make you cry out. 

Your hand falls from Seungmin’s cock, even though you hadn’t been able to satisfy him for the past few minutes. Seungmin takes your hand back, placing it back on him. Dimly, something in the back of your mind tells you to keep pumping your hand. 

“Sorry,” you whimper when the oldest man’s tongue slows to watch the interaction. 

“It’s okay, baby,” comes his response.  

Everything is becoming too much. Seungmin knows. Your face is scrunched, your whines are becoming nearly indistinguishable from each other. His sweet girlfriend is about to cum for another man. Another man who would give anything to make that happen. He doesn’t mind, but he’s still hanging on to the pretense that’s not what tonight is about. 

“Stop,” Seungmin orders. Hyunjin does, but incredibly reluctantly. He pulls just barely off your pussy, his chin glistening. Your hips jerk upwards to find him again. Hyunjin has to grip the blankets so hard his knuckles turn white in order not to give in to you. 

Seungmin would kill him, Seungmin would kill him, Seungmin would kill him. It’s almost worth it to wipe the frown from your beautiful face. 

Seungmin rubs his hands up and down your arms until you look at him. “You ready for Innie, pup?” he asks. He’ll excuse your nod this time – you look so lovely when you’re about to cry from frustration. Seungmin leans down and presses a long kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “You’re doing so, so good for us,” before he pulls away. Then, to Jeongin, “You ready?”

Hyunjin takes the cue and scoots back over beside you. Jeongin scrambles to replace him with zeal he hasn’t yet shown tonight.

“Fuck…” Jeongin breathes out. His eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen them. His throat bobs as he gulps.

You’re suddenly very aware of the fact he’s studying you like a science experiment. The room’s air conditioning is cool against your flushed skin. Instinctually, you move to close your legs and sit up. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, we don’t have to tal-”

“No,” he growls, pressing his palms against your thighs to keep you open. Seungmin bites back a smile. 

But he’s still just kneeling, still just staring at your cunt. Seungmin and Hyunjin exchange an impatient look. All three of you are about to take matters into your own hands if the youngest doesn’t move soon. Hyunjin nearly moves to push him out of the way before he finally snaps back into reality.  

His tongue lands on you with hasty enthusiasm. He’s wild, impatient, sending a shockwave zipping up your spine. Nothing like Seungmin and Hyunjin’s skilled patience. Your hand drops from your boyfriend’s cock once more, but this time he lets it go. 

Seungmin’s still rubbing his hands on your arms, partially for comfort, partially to hold you down as the third man tonight has been the most immediately stimulating by far. He’s licking and sucking like he’s being graded on it. He is, in a way. Your moans and gasps are all the validation he needs to keep going, to keep flicking his tongue, to keep you chanting his name like it’s the only one you remember. 

Jeongin’s eyes flick upwards – not to you, but to Seungmin, who just meets his gaze and gives a silent, approving nod. 

Suddenly, he’s moving faster, losing himself in you. Hyunjin connects his mouth to one of your nipples again, palming your soft skin, once again finding his rhythm through your gasps. He’s warm, soft, perfect, a delicious contrast to the heat that very quickly built back up inside you for the third time tonight. 

The room is loud with their noises, your moans and cries, and Jeongin whining, “Cum on my face - pleaassse - cum-”. 

Seungmin’s already watching you when you open your eyes to find him. “Can I - Can I please - fuck,” your plea is interrupted by Jeongin swiping his tongue against your clit with eager ambition. 

Somehow, Seungmin’s, “Of course, baby,” breaks through your trance. 

Jeongin’s and Hyunjin send your orgasm crashing through you. You let go with a mixture of their names on your lips. Seungmin increases the pressure on your arms as you try to jerk away from the overstimulation of it all. Your thighs clench around Jeongin, effectively trapping him against your dripping pussy. He’s in heaven. 

“Was that okay?” he asks once your thighs finally release him. You’re still catching your breath. 

“You did well,” Seungmin answers for you. “But you can do better.” Jeongin’s shoulders slump a little with the critique, only to be met by Seungmin moving down your body to be beside him. “Hey, that’s why we’re here, right?”

Hyunjin lowers his eyes. 

Seungmin pushes your legs further apart to make room for both of them. He settles into position, one palm pressed against your thigh, one on Jeongin’s shoulder. “First, don’t be afraid to use your hands, too. She likes that.” 

Jeongin’s ears redden. He’s still breathing heavily, leaning closer to Seungmin as he keeps talking him through techniques. “It’s pretty simple. You just…” he trails off. Finally, Seungmin notices the poor boy’s body language. Seungmin’s gaze drops down to Jeongin’s lips. He never looks anywhere else. 

Then he’s leaning in to Jeongin, and Jeongin is letting him. Their lips connect messily, tasting both each other and you, each man pulling the other into him. Seungmin’s nails grip into his shoulder. Jeongin’s bare skin brushes against your slick inner thighs as Jeongin gains the confidence to pull him forwards. 

They’re clearly occupied, but tonight Hyunjin’s been more than willing to pay attention to you. 

You prop yourself up on shaking arms, lightly batting Hyunjin’s arm to get his attention. “Jinnie?” your voice comes out soft, almost unsure of yourself. 

Hyunjin’s attention shifts instantly. “Yes, muse? What’s wrong, are you okay?” His brows furrow in concern, grabbing your hand once again. 

Seungmin jerks away from Jeongin. His head snaps over to check on you. 

“Can you kiss me?” you ask. 

Hyunjin breathes a sigh of relief, unable to stop a cheesy grin from overtaking his face. Seungmin’s head falls forward against Jeongin’s shoulder. “You scared me, pup,” sounds muffled against Jeongin’s skin. 

Hyunjin finally answers your question by leaning forward and connecting your lips. He moves against you slowly, savoring everything you’re giving him. His lips are soft, perfectly in sync with your own. He moans into your mouth, breaking the kiss ever so slightly to match your shy smile. 

“Uh - should I-” Jeongin begins to ask, already inching back towards your pussy. 

“Yeah. Yeah, you should,” Seungmin answers, shifting his body to get out of the way. 

Jeongin’s eyes travel up your body, finally connecting with yours. “Tell me you want me again.” He looks almost shy, too much so for someone who just made you cum on his tongue then kiss your boyfriend. His hair is tousled. A soft smile threatens his lips.  

“Innie, please, I want you.” 

Your reassurance flips a switch inside Jeongin. His demeanor changes at once, muscles tensing and flexing under the light. His long fingers grip around your waist, tugging you closer to him until his nose brushes against your clit. Your surprised yelp only spurs him on. 

He buries his face in you. He’s always been a quick study. This time, he follows Seungmin’s advice, setting more of a rhythm and pushing his long fingers into you. They’re a bit clumsy but so, so perfect together. Your back arches against the mattress, hips rolling against his face, either grinding for more or trying to escape – you can’t tell anymore. “Don’t run from me,” he murmurs against your cunt. 

Hyunjin has been painfully hard since the moment he got in bed with you. Unable to take it any longer, he gently swipes some leaking precum over his tip, choking on a moan just from that. The scene in front of him is invading every sense he has. You, the same girl he fantasizes about with his hand wrapped around his dick, hardly able to contain yourself on Jeongin’s tongue. 

God, how could you handle a cock?

“He should - he should also learn how to fuck,” Hyunjin’s voice is wrecked.  Jeongin disconnects from you, perking up at his hyung’s suggestion, ignoring your frustrated whine. His fingers keep moving inside you, curling so well it’s still difficult to keep your noises down while Hyunjin speaks. “Can I show him?” he asks. Everybody knows it’s a flimsy excuse, but that doesn’t stop you clenching around Jeongin’s fingers at the thought of Hyunjin in you. 

Hyunjin’s awaiting permission from your boyfriend. Seungmin takes in your expression, heavy-lidded and blissed, and a question flashes between you, so miniscule that Hyunjin would have missed it if he wasn’t looking for a specific answer. 

“Yess please Hyun- shit - Innie!,” you breathe. 

Hyunjin doesn’t look at you. He can’t. His relationship with Seungmin will be ruined if he’s not okay with this too, but he won’t be able to stop himself if he sees you waiting for him while gushing around someone else’s fingers. 

Seungmin, again, purposefully waits before answering, “You heard her.” 

“Ohmygod,” he breathes out. His hand has stopped moving around himself now. All air seems to have left him. He’s not wasting another fucking second. “Move,” he tells Jeongin. Suddenly, you’re empty, but you hardly have time to feel the loss before Hyunjin’s beginning to line himself up.

“Condom.” Seungmin states simply as he tosses one from your bedside table at Hyunjin. He rips it open with record speed and rolls it on his length, hissing at the contact on his aching cock. 

Jeongin examines his glistening fingers before tentatively sucking them. He groans at the taste. 

Hyunjin has not focused on a single thing other than your dripping pussy, making a fucking mess with everyone’s spit mixing together. You’re clenching around nothing, desperately needing him to fill you up. He wants to keep a picture of it on him at all times. He wants to stay here forever. Shit, he wants to fuck you so bad. 

Nothing is standing in his way now. Your moans ring out in tandem as he teases the head against your entrance. “Fuck, sorry, can’t -” he stutters out, before burying himself in you all at once. A string of curses leaves his lips. You clench around him, pulling him in so he doesn’t have a chance in hell of leaving you. 

He stays buried to the hilt, both giving you time to adjust to him and giving him time to not cum immediately. It takes all of his self-restraint not to start babbling about how much he’s dreamed of this. Instead, he begins slowly thrusting in and out, hands exploring every inch of you they can reach. 

Seungmin lays next to you. “God, you’re so messy, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “I love you so much.” He captures your lips on his, slow and sensual, exactly how Hyunjin is fucking you. Large hands grip around your waist to hold you in place. 

Hyunjin is about to lose it, but he thinks he might die if he can’t feel you cum around his cock. Heat pools low in your tummy, building and building until the man above you lets out a strangled noise at how tight you’re squeezing him. 

Seungmin is still making out with you, absorbing your whines with his mouth. 

Someone begins rubbing small circles on your clit. Gasping, you look down to see Hyunjin, face flushed and sweat sticking his hair to his skin, holding Jeongin’s fingers over your pussy, guiding him through the motions. Hyunjin’s eyes squeeze shut as you tighten around him at the addition of Jeongin’s fingers. He’s desperately rutting against you now, desperately trying to hold back until you cum first. 

Seungmin taps his thumb against your cheek. “Dummy. Eyes on me,” he says, cutting through your moaning. You pout at him, wordlessly begging for his permission while Hyunjin’s on the edge of falling apart above you. Seungmin just frowns back, false sympathy filling his eyes, before pulling your face back into him. 

“Do you know - how fucking long - I’ve dreamed of this,” Hyunjin punctuates his words with more thrusts. Seungmin’s bedframe scrapes the wall, but both of you are too far gone to notice. 

Every movement he makes presses Jeongin’s fingers further against you. The combined stimulation is maddening. Seungmin, like always, knows when you can’t take any more. He pulls away and rasps, “I want you to cum, baby.” 

That’s all you need. Your back arches off the mattress as best you can, with Seungmin still kissing you and Jeongin holding your hips down. Jeongin tries to pull his hand away, but Hyunjin holds him in place, whimpering out a “keep going.” Waves of pleasure wash over you as the youngest does his best to keep a steady pace. Hyunjin stills, fingernails gripping into your skin, eyes squeezing closed so hard his nose crinkles, as he spills into the condom. 

It’s too quiet. The only noises are yours and Hyunjin’s exhales as you try to regulate your breathing. 

Hyunjin flops down on the other side of you. The mattress bounces, pushing you further into Seungmin. A thin layer of sweat sticks to his skin, rubbing off on you as his arm presses against yours. The mattress is hardly big enough for you, Seungmin, and Hyunjin to lay side-by-side like this. You only realize your legs are trembling when Hyunjin sits back up and rubs his hands down them, massaging your muscles as best he can. 

“Can I try?” Jeongin’s voice cuts through the silence. 

Seungmin looks up. Everyone knows what Jeongin means, but he asks anyway, “Try what?” 

“I want to fuck her,” he admits. Your heart jumps, even though your limbs feel like dead weight. Seungmin looks back down at you, the same question flickering in his eyes. He smiles at your slight nod. 

Jeongin is on you in a second. He hastily shoves his sweats down, kicking them off somewhere already forgotten before maneuvering himself above you, thighs caging you into him. His muscles have grown so much lately. You rake your eyes down him, shamelessly admiring his body, finally landing on – “What the fuck.” you utter before you have a chance to think better of it. 

Seungmin doesn’t hide his laugh. Hyunjin, to his credit, does make an attempt, albeit a near useless one. Jeongin has the audacity to look embarrassed, like he doesn’t have the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. 

Once the initial shock wears off, Seungmin hands Jeongin a foil packet with a reminder to “Use a condom.” Then he grumbles, “Not even my dick and I’m the only one who remembers.” 

Jeongin looks down at you. He hesitates for a split second before shifting his weight, giving you room, and asking, “Can you roll over for me?” He continues, to Seungmin more than you, “Wanna see her ass.” 

Hyunjin scoffs. “Don’t be greedy,” he says, eyeing him, “she’s fucking shaking, look at-”

“She’ll do it.” Seungmin cuts him off. He ignores Hyunjin’s incredulous look – Hyunjin isn’t the one who gets to speak for you, no matter how badly he seems to want to. Seungmin helps you onto your hands and knees, saying “You let me know if you want him to stop, okay baby?” a little too loudly for Hyunjin to ignore. His tone shoots straight through to your core; you love him possessive over what’s his. 

“C’mere,” Jeongin murmurs. That’s all the warning you get before his hands grip around your thighs, digging into your skin, and he pulls you back into the correct position. Hyunjin’s eyes widen. Seungmin just laughs. You didn’t realize how weak they left you until you attempt to hold yourself up again, just for your arms to give out almost immediately. Your face is smushed into Seungmin’s sheets – just how Jeongin wanted. 

He slowly presses into you, inch by devastating inch. Whimpers and muffled curses fall from your lips as his cock pushes in, deeper than you’re used to. “Shit - she’s squeezing so tight,” he mutters under his breath. 

“Yeah, she does that.” Pride laces Seungmin’s voice. 

The air itself is thick with need as Jeongin bottoms out. He draws out ever so slightly just to push back in. Your whimper is music to his ears. The pain soon gives way to pleasure, the stretch becoming delicious as he continues. Every vein drags along your walls. His breath falters more and more as he continues.

The soft sheets rub against your cheek as he rocks his hips behind you. Soon, he gets lost in it, lost in you, going harder, deeper, unable to stop himself. His head brushes against the perfect spot inside you with every thrust. His moans grow louder, coupled with his head brushing the perfect spot inside you with every thrust, you’re not going to last much longer. 

Your hand flies out, searching for something, anything to grab onto while the pleasure intensifies. Hyunjin reaches out and encapsulates it with both hands with a soft. “I’ve got you, muse.” 

Jeongin never misses a beat pounding into you. His moans ring through the room, in tandem with your own. Suddenly, they’re cut off, muffled midway through a particularly deep one. Hyunjin’s grip loosens in yours, like he’s distracted by something. As best you can in this position and your head continually getting pushed into the mattress, you look over your shoulder to see what’s happening. 

The sight is dizzying. You never even noticed when Seungmin moved, but now he’s making out with Jeongin again. One of Jeongin’s hands leaves your ass to grip into the back of Seungmin’s hair, eliciting moans from your boyfriend. His hips stutter and jerk as you keep squeezing around him, as Seungmin keeps letting him sloppily work his tongue in his mouth. 

Waves of heat surge through your body, finally snapping as your orgasm crashes over you. You cum with a crying mixture of Jeongin’s name and whimpers, mentally and physically exhausted from the stimulation. Jeongin isn’t far behind. His legs nearly give out with the force of his orgasm, his fingernails gripping into your ass to ground himself as he groans against Seungmin. 

Hyunjin’s mouth is agape with astonishment, drinking in the scene before him. 

Afterwards, your body weakens and you slump forward further into the mattress, still shuddering slightly from the stimulation. Jeongin releases you. Your mind is blank. Familiar arms wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap, running a soothing hand through your hair. 

Back in Seungmin’s arms, your head lolls onto his shoulder, your limbs going limp, your eyelids threatening to stay closed. His heart swells with pride. “She’s had enough,” he says gently, to not disturb you. “Everyone else out.” It doesn’t have the same authoritative cadence as before, his tone instead promising to discuss the events later. Just not right now. Right now, he has to take care of his girl. 

All rational thoughts are gone, all you know is your boyfriend wants something, and he’ll reward you if you give it to him. Still half-dazed, your legs move on their own accord to begin pushing yourself up. Seungmin notices. His warm hand settles on your thigh, keeping you in place, while he laughs, “Not you, pup.” 

The mattress rises and falls under your bodies as the other two hesitantly stand up. Footsteps pad the floor, then the rustle of them picking up their discarded clothes. The door creaks as they make their exits. Halfway out the door, Hyunjin turns around and locks eyes with Seungmin. Hyunjin’s gaze softens as it lands on you clinging to your boyfriend, and he leaves the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

It’s just you and him now, and as much as his adrenaline races showing you off, he loves having you to himself even more. 

Seungmin would swear he can feel your heartbeat against his chest. Usually, he’d be more than happy to hold you as you drift off to sleep, but there’s a more pressing matter. He plays with the ends of your hair, tugging lightly to get you to lift your head. It doesn’t work. You stay pressed against him, breathing him in, letting his familiar comfort overtake you. 

“Baby,” he murmurs into the quietness. “We need to shower.” 

“Stay with me a little longer,” you whisper, eyes still closed. “Missed you.” 

His hand drops from your hair to gently rub up and down your back. “I’ve been right here.”

“Mm, not the same,” you respond. “I never got to have you,” you reach between your bodies and lightly grasp his cock again, seeking his familiar comfort. 

Even exhausted from coming for his friends, you’re still not satisfied without him. He could cry at how needy you sound for him. Of course he’ll give you what you want. He always does. Next thing you know, he’s maneuvering you off his lap and on to your back. 

He keeps your bodies close as he pushes into you. There’s no resistance. His movements are slow and deep, trying to communicate how much he worships you through this moment. One arm cages you into the mattress, the other hand tilts your chin to stare into your eyes. 

“Minnie?” you whisper against him. 

“Yeah, pup?” 

“Did I do good?” 

He laughs, light and airy, but the genuineness reflected in your question pulls at his heartstrings. “You were perfect, honey.” He kisses you again as he keeps moving his hips, gentle, mindful of your sensitive state. “You’re always perfect,” he murmurs once he pulls away. “My perfect girl.”

You smile weakly at the praise. He keeps going, whispering the sweetest words as he pulls you closer to falling apart one last time. “So sweet - and you take me so well - like you’re fuckin made for me, o-only for me,” he falters as his own pleasure builds. 

It doesn’t take long before your body gives in to him completely. A couple more slow thrusts, and your final release washes over you, your back arching into him, marrying your bodies together as he helps you through it. He groans out your name, and you feel the familiar warmth inside you. 

He kisses you again before pulling out, taking a second to appreciate his cum leaking out of you. Only he gets to see his girl like this, only he can hold you and hear your sweet sounds as you give yourself over to him without a second thought. Only he can decide when he wants to share you, and only he gets to support you afterwards. 

His fingertips are soft against your cheek. “C’mon, let me clean you up,” he whispers. You’re already drifting back off to sleep. Instead of responding, you just snuggle deeper into his covers. They smell like a mixture of his laundry detergent and him. It’s one of your favorite scents. 

Seungmin slides his arms underneath your body and lifts you, keeping you cradled against him. His body heat envelopes you. He admires your sleeping face as he starts towards the direction of the bathroom, where he will run you a warm bath and just hold you against him for as long as you let him.