#johnhyuck

“Haechan can make his own food.” Doyoung tells you as you add another egg to the pan on the stove, the delightful sizzle filling the small kitchen’s morning quiet. 

Johnny, who is standing next to you and sipping his coffee, simply laughs. He knows better than trying to tell you not to baby members, especially Haechan, who always has his hand out and ready to receive whatever scraps of attention you throw his way. 

“I’m making food anyways,” you defend yourself.

A moment later you hear a “Hmphf!” sound of Haechan rubbing his triumph in Doyoung’s face.

Doyoung makes a noise in the back of his throat and rolls his eyes at the younger man’s antics. “You know, he cooks just fine on mornings when you’re not here,” Doyoung tells you.

“He’s lying!” Haechan slams a fist onto the table.

“Oh yeah?” Doyoung challenges him. “Then what do you eat all day without Y/N here to cook for you?”

“I don’t.” Haechan throws his hands over his tummy and pouts. “I starve.” 

The two continue to bicker while you finish making the simple breakfast. Johnny helps you plate the food, the two of you standing shoulder to shoulder, a word here or there, a brush of skin on skin as you pass him the spatula to toss in the sink.

Before Johnny sets Haechan’s plate down, he pauses. “Say thank you to Y/N for making you breakfast.”

Haechan, always ready for an opportunity to do Aegyo and have your eye on him, turns to you. “Thank you for breakfast, noona.” 

You all laugh at the term. Haechan’s been known to pull the ‘noona’ card to woo any girl he has to be on good terms with, no matter their age in conjunction to his own. 

The name doesn’t spark much interest for you and it’s easily forgettable as you fall into a fun conversation about some lyrics Taeyong made while drunk, that he’d insisted were good enough for the next album. 

The second time Johnny’s roommate calls you ‘noona’, it’s movie night on the 5th floor. 

The lights are off and you’re one of the last people to get to the room, bringing freshly made popcorn for everyone, and extra blankets to make the experience as cozy as possible.

The living room has two couches, one of which is taken by Taeyong and Doyoung. You head to the other couch, where Johnny begins to move into the center, but Haechan stops him with a hand on his shoulder. “No, I want noona to sit in the middle!” Haechan says, turning to look up at you, then e grabs your arm, tugging.

Sometimes you think Haechan doesn’t know his own strength, or maybe he’s just used to rough housing with other members, but either way, the force of his motion sends you falling nearly onto his lap. For a moment, Haechan cradles you there, then he lets you adjust, settling into the seat in the center.

The room is quiet, but that's because both Taeyong and Doyoung are looking ahead at the TV, scrolling through movies. Johnny’s the only one who notices the odd exchange, but as soon as you’re able, you’re cuddling up to his side and his arm is wrapping around your shoulders.

The movie goes as smoothly as any… which, granted, isn’t very smooth, between all of Taeyong’s text messages and Doyoung’s gasps of exasperation and annoyance at plot holes.

At around the middle point of the film, you stretch out a little, and Haechan is quick to accept your feet onto his lap. He looks down at your cute socks, the ones Johnny got you while they were on tour in Japan. 

Totoro, a Studio Ghibli character, looks up at him with eyes that almost seem judgemental. After a moment, Haechan adjusts his blanket to be covering you too, one of his hands finding the ball of your foot to rub soft circles absentmindedly the rest of the film.

By the time the movie is finished, Johnny and Taeyong are the only two left awake.

The movie had become much more pleasant for them both after Haechan and Doyoung had fallen asleep, tired from early morning practice.

Johnny moves to untangle you from Haechan’s blanket, and that's when he sees Haechan’s hand, still holding your foot, now exposed. 

“Was he... giving her a foot rub?” Johnny asks, more to himself than anything, but Taeyong hears him, and follows Johnny’s eyes.

The tired rapper cocks his head, frowning. “That’s weird.”

He doesn’t say anything else, and Johnny is left to pick you up and carry you to his room with nothing but his own thoughts to keep him company.

Johnny thinks he’s pushing his luck... just a little. 

To be fair though, it’s not like he’s inviting you over more now that he’s noticed Haechan’s growing infatuation with you. He just... isn’t trying to keep the two of you separate.

“I would be pissed.” Jaehyun had said smoothly when Johnny brought it up with him the night after the movie fiasco. “I wouldn’t let that kid anywhere near her if he was rubbing her feet during movies right in front of me.” 

“I don’t know if he was rubbing her foot or if his hand was just there, he was asleep,” Johnny had insisted. 

Jaehyun had rolled his eyes at the excuse.

Johnny knows he’s not the only one watching the pair of you, that’s part of what makes this so safe and innocent. It’s not like he’s purposefully leaving the two of you alone, offering you up as bait to see what his friend will do without prying eyes. No, whatever the two of you do, it’s within view of the entire practice room full of members, who are inescapable due to the mirrors.

Practice ended a while ago, and Johnny is just going over a few things with Jaehyun. They both have a steady view of you and Haechan talking by the door. 

Mark, another member who, Johnny has realized, you have wrapped around your finger, is standing with you, and Johnny watches the scene carefully.

He notes the way Haechan is starting to move closer to you with the added threat of Mark to steal your attention away.

Jaehyun nudges Johnny when Haechan throws his arms around you and squishes his face into your shoulder. 

“Are you going to go over there?” Jaehyun asks, skin reddening with anger.

Johnny shrugs, eyes returning to his phone, where they’d been watching a video of their performance to note what to practice. “They’re just hugging. It’s Haechan.” 

Jaehyun sighs.

Although it’s true that Haechan is, by far, one of the clingiest members of not only nct, but the entire company as well- Jaehyun just can’t wrap his head around Johnny being so cool about this. He’s just happy it’s not his relationship he has to worry about, but Jaehyun vows to himself that if something bad does end up coming of this... he’ll watch from the sidelines as it goes downhill, and only years later will he finally say “I told you so” after Johnny’s completely over you.

A sharp voice draws the two men’s attention again, and this time Johnny looks up quickly, eyes landing on the source of the sound: Haechan. 

The young man’s anger wasn’t directed at you, that much is obvious as Johnny runs over like a concerned parent, looking between Mark and Haechan to try to figure out which one of them is the instigator of whatever the mess is. He draws a blank visually, but luckily he catches the tail end of the conversation.

“Not your girlfriend, and if Johnny-” Mark is saying, and Johnny immediately grabs the poor Canadian to pull him away from Haechan, who looks even angrier than he did a few moments ago.

“Woah woah woah,” Johnny forces a laugh. “What’s going on here?” He looks at you, knowing you’ll have an answer for him- but you just give your head a little shake, which only further confuses him.

Haechan’s fist is still clenched at his side, something everyone has noticed. More members have approached cautiously, ready to jump in.

Practice may be over, but they’re still technically at work, and Haechan can’t be having a shit fit here, or ever really. Fights need to be sorted out right away, and that’s just how they do it.

“Y/N.” Taeyong has appeared next to you. “What happened?” 

You finally sigh and give in. “Mark called me noona, and Hyuck didn’t like it.”

“Oh.” Johnny doesn’t need to hear more, and he exchanges a look with Taeyong and Jaehyun. “I see what the issue is.” 

"But as I was telling him,” Mark says, “Y/N is Johnny’s girlfriend, not his so he can’t-”

“Right, we heard that.” Johnny interrupts, realizing Mark’s about to start the fight all over again. “Well, we can clear this up. Mark, stop calling Y/N noona.”

“What?!” Mark’s eyes squint in shock as he looks at Johnny, then back at the man who’d snapped at him over a silly pet name and started this whole thing. “What about him!?”

“Haechan,” Johnny turns to his roommate, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you can keep calling her noona if she’s okay with it, but not too often.”

“What!?” Several people let out confused sounds, and Mark looks more lost than you’ve ever seen him, eyes scrunching up in shock, exasperation and fifty shades of ‘what the fuck’. 

“Mark, let’s get food!” Yuta suggests, grabbing his friend’s arm and all but dragging him from the practice room with Jungwoo fast on their heels.

Taeyong has his hands on his hips, and even though certain members sometime joke that you’re the ‘mom’ of the group to Johnny’s ‘dad’ persona, at this moment, Taeyong definitely feels like the one who’s about to lay down the rules of the house.

Everyone waits for the leader’s verdict. Then, he throws his hands up. “You know what? Not my relationship. Johnny, you deal with this.” 

The rest of the group seems to agree with Taeyong on this and soon it’s just you, your boyfriend, and his roommate, in a practice room that suddenly feels way too large. 

“Are you good?” Johnny asks you. 

You nod. It was a little odd to watch Haechan get pissed at Mark about something so minor, and you do have a lot of emotions swirling around, mainly confusion, but you’re okay.

“You?” Johnny turns to Haechan.

The resident sunshine boy nods. “I’m good.”

“Great,” Johnny smiles. “You have to sort yourself out with Mark or I won’t let you play Overwatch with us tonight,” he warns his roommate. Then he picks up his bag and tucks you to his side - acting as if Haechan didn’t just get ultra jealous protective over another guy giving you a simple pet name- “Let’s go.”

You can’t believe what you’re seeing.

Even in his incognito outfit, a black puffer with a cap and sunglasses, you could spot Haechan from a mile away. He stands casually in the line to get coffee, and you’re struck by how domestic it is. With his head tilted up to read the menu board, you can see his beautiful neck and appreciate the pretty colour of his skin.

Even covered, he’s obviously gorgeous.

You have a small table in the corner of the cafe, right near the windows, but also close to where Haechan is waiting to his order. Once he’s talked to the barista, he turns to head to the side of the counter where his drink will be placed when it’s done, and you know he spots you, even though his eyes are hidden behind dark frames.

His step falters a little, and he shoves his hands in his pockets roughly.

You can tell he’s wondering if he should come over. And you realize he must not be sure if you recognize him in his outfit.

You could look down, pretending to not notice him, and avoid talking to him... maybe.

But maybe he’ll have the balls and approach anyway. 

However, if you keep looking, in fact, if you were to smile and wave-

Haechan grins at your action, an invitation, surely.

He slides into the seat across from you. 

“Nice outfit,” You tell him as you raise your drink to your lips.

“Thanks, yours too.” He means it. “Do you come here a lot?” He asks, but it’s not a line, it’s a legitimate question. 

You shrug. “Not really, you?”

“Never,” he says. “I was actually out for a walk, and was cold so I figured, hot drink.” 

“You just... go on walks?” You laugh a little at the casual way he says it, as if he isn’t a celebrity who’s in full concealment mode as you speak- and Haechan shrugs.

From dating Johnny, you know it isn’t always as easy as ‘hey boo, let’s go on a walk’.

A name you don’t recognize is called and Haechan stands up, walking over to accept the drink. 

“I used a fake name,” he tells you when he sits down again, showing you his cup, which reads ‘Peter’. “I used to say Shrek, or something like that, but that always brought too much attention.” 

Even while incognito, the sunshine boy can’t help but attract eyes. 

He notices your drink is empty now, eyes lingering your cup. “Do you want another?” he asks.

“Actually, I was just heading to the dorms to see Johnny- are you walking that way?”

“Y/N, I live there,” he says, rolling his eyes at you in typical Haechan fashion. “I’ll take you all the way to him.”

The two of you stand up, and Haechan holds the door open for you as you leave.

Outside the coffee shop, an old lady in a bundled jacket holds a few roses in a glove-covered hand.

“Pretty flower for your pretty girlfriend?” she says loudly to Haechan. 

Before you can respond, Haechan is pulling out his wallet and approaching the woman, handing her the payment and accepting a rose. 

“A pretty flower,” he smiles at you, holding it out.

“For your pretty girlfriend,” you mumble, more to yourself than anything, but you accept the rose all the same. “Why didn’t you correct her?”

Haechan shrugs, falling into step next to you while you head to the dorms. “She’s old. Why bother?”

Neither you not Haechan mention what the old lady said about the rose when you get a flurry of questions from Doyoung and Taeyong when you reach the dorm.

Johnny is seemingly unbothered by Haechan buying you a gift, and instead busies finding you a vase to put the flower into while his friends react for him. 

“Wow, that’s so nice of you to get her a rose,” Doyoung says, but his smile is sickly sweet and dripping with venom. 

“I’m glad you three had that talk at practice last week,” Taeyong states pointedly. “The dorm has been much calmer.” 

And it better stay that way, the insinuation is clear. 

“Johnny and I are going to his room,” you tell them, not enjoying the energy in the kitchen. 

You grab your boyfriend’s hand, and Johnny gives your fingers a gentle squeeze, leading you away from his friends.

“I’m going to make myself dinner,” Haechan announces, as if to prove his own development since you’ve last been at the dorm… which, now that you’re thinking about it- you haven’t had a sleep over with your boyfriend in a few days, not since the Mark issue in the practice room.

It hadn’t been intentional, you and Johnny’s schedules had simply not lined up, but you wonder if Haechan knows that. 

Johnny lets you into his room first, and you push the younger man out of your mind, focusing on your boyfriend, who you’ve missed so much. 

You don’t really notice Johnny has left Haechan’s rose in the kitchen, not even when he cages you against the door and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you hungrily while you work on dropping your things and undoing your jeans. You even manage to get your shirt off, with Johnny’s help, and then you’re left in just your bra and panties. 

Johnny’s in grey sweatpants and a loose t-shirt,  he always chooses clothes that make it easy for you to undress him when he knows you’re coming over.

Your fingers hook in his sweatpants, pulling him closer.

Johnny’s hands grab your face and he uses his body to easily corral you to the bed. His shirt comes off before he follows your descent onto the mattress and takes his spot between your legs. His lips are everywhere, on your neck especially. 

“Johnny, the marks-” Your words are shaky and come out more of a moan than you want them to, but it can’t be helped as your boyfriend grinds his strong body against yours.

He’s so big, and his size always dwarfs you, especially when he’s pushing you deeper into his bed, whose fluffy white covers only seem to swallow you up more.

“I don’t care,” Johnny says, “it’s Friday,” nibble, “you’re here all weekend,” kiss, “they’ll be gone by Monday.” He let’s out a soft groan as he suckles on your skin, rutting his hips against you, eager for friction.

“Promise?” 

“Of course, baby.” 

He knows you so well, and he knows that when your cute fingers curl into his shoulder blades, it’s a silent ‘yes’, which is further affirmed by the tilting of your head to give him more space to press open mouthed kisses on your pretty neck. 

He works on your skin, and is consciously aware of your wandering hands, but isn’t fully aware of what they’re up to until they suddenly slip down the front of his pants.

Johnny groans against your throat, pulling away to look at you with a grin. “You missed me a lot, huh?”

“Johnny, just fuck me!” you groan, pulling his lips to yours to stifle the laugh that billows from your lover's throat. 

“Baby-” his fingers find their way between your legs, rubbing you through your panties, “you’re soaked.”

You moan in response, lifting your hips up and sliding your panties down. You love Johnny, but sometimes he teases too much, and you’re way too aware that he has a roommate who enjoys barging into the room when he knows you’re here.

“Johnny, please, just fuck me.” You grab at his face to pull his lips to yours. 

“When you ask that nicely,” your boyfriend smiles, kicking his pants down and giving you space to get fully bare as well. Then, he holds himself up with one arm and brings his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing into your wet core. 

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades and he stops kissing you to look at your face. “Told you you needed prep.”

“Johnny, fuck, you’re just so big-”

“No, you’re just small,” he says lovingly, rubbing his nose against yours as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. His lips press against yours and he allows you to get adjusted, but this just causes him to press against a spot that has you nearly shivering with pleasure, and he stays there.

Your toes curl at the new feeling, which you’ve never quite experienced before, a whine leaves your throat, your eyes clenching shut.

Johnny stops kissing you, holding in the spot for a moment longer, then he takes a test thrust, shallower this time. “Did that feel good?” he asks. “Was it deep?” He snaps his hips, and you let out a whine, nodding your head quickly, eager to give him the answer he wants.

“Really deep.” 

Johnny lets out a chuckle. “Then I’ll do it again in sec, but first-” he begins to thrust into you fluidly, finding a rhythm that has you eagerly seeking out his lips with your own.

This is one of the things you love about Johnny.

You’ve been together a year, and you can still find new experiences together, and share them in a safe way- new spots for him to use and abuse until you see stars- 

You feel like you can talk to him about anything. He’s your best friend, and you know he values your happiness, and pleasure, above all else.

“Johnny?” you whimper, moving your kisses to his neck. 

“Hmm?”

“Deep again?” 

Johnny laughs. “Fine, but put your legs over my shoulders.” 

The position is one you’ve done before, and the two of you often communicate this way during sex, suggesting positions and rolling with the punches- or in your case when you dabble in bdsm, the smacks. 

“Deal.” 

Johnny’s hands find your thighs, and he pushes them to your chest, using his body weight to bend you in such a way that allows him to hit as deep as he had earlier. 

A shaky “Fuck” leaves your lips immediately.

You don’t care where he learned how to do this, only that he’s doing it. 

Your boyfriend laughs down at you, beginning to move, and with each thrust, the head of his cock hits the spot that makes your toes curl. Your eyes close, head falling back as you let the new feeling invade your senses. 

You’re vaguely aware that you’re being loud.

Between you, Johnny, the bed squeaking and hitting the wall- and that’s without even mentioning the skin slapping-

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum, fuck-” you moan, grabbing his pillow to put over your face in an attempt to muffle your sounds at the very least.

Johnny laughs loudly, but doesn't try to stop you from using the pillow. “Okay, me too.”

You love Johnny. He’s hilarious. He can hold off forever, the world’s biggest tease- but also, all it takes is your insistence of a quickie, and he can cum on command.

His fingers dig into your legs, which he’s using for leverage as he thrusts into you. “Right here, yeah?” He angles his hips, slamming his cock directly into the spot, and your orgasm slams into you.

You let out the loudest, most sinful moan you’ve ever released - you’re sure of it - but you only let it out because  you still have the pillow over your face to act as a sound block.

Johnny laughs, continuing his rhythm even as your core tightens around his length and drags him over the edge too.

You’re not sure how long you cum, but when Johnny finally stops, you’re crying from how good it all felt.

Your lover moves out from between your legs, and a moment later, he’s gently pulling the pillow from your face. 

He looks down at you with concern, and Johnny wipes a a drop of water away from your cheek. “Good tears?”

You nod, reaching up for him, needing to kiss him after having not kissed him in what feels like so long- 

Johnny smiles against your lips, stroking your face gently with warm fingers. “I didn’t realize I was fucking you stupid, princess.”

You let out a small laugh, body twitching, a little orgasm aftershock, triggered by his words.

You tangle your fingers in Johnny’s hair, kissing him harder- until he pulls away. “I think I have to get you into the shower, in a room with a lockable door, and then I can make sure you’re actually okay.”

All you can do is nod, and Johnny helps you put on one of his shirts, which is more like a dress on you. Then he picks you up, and you close your eyes, resting against his shoulder. He gets you to the bathroom without running into any of his roommates, and soon you’re under the hot water, Johnny holding you against his chest.

It’s moments like these that you know you’re in love with him, and nothing could ever change that.

Movie day is a flop.

But-

Movie Day is also the furthest thing from a flop that Haechan could have ever possibly imagined.

A designated nct 127 bonding day, (much like Taco Tuesday) Movie Day is a time Haechan knows he’ll see you and Johnny, because you’re always invited to nct 127 day events (well, those that aren’t on camera). 

Haechan had wished for a few Hyungs skipping, sure, but as the morning leading up to the noon start of Movie Day got closer and closer, more and more texts came in of cancellations, until all of nct 127 was ditching except for Haechan and Johnny, the latter of which, everyone knew, came with a plus one. 

Taeyong had extended the movie day invite, much to Haechan’s annoyance, and sent it to the entire ot23 group chat. The leader had even tried to entice members by suggesting a short vlive after Movie Day - without you in the video of course - to talk about movie night on the fifth floor as fan content.

But when noon rolled around, it still ended up just being the three of you.

Haechan has a thing for ‘Disney’ and ‘kids’ movies. He likes sappy rom coms, and has been criticized by fans, on more than one occasion, for suggesting movies like ‘The Kissing Booth’ to add to their must watch lists. 

Johnny, knowing all of this, had put on a film Haechan would like, without even really paying attention to his own tastes. 

And now, thirty minutes into the film, with Haechan confident no one is going to show up to rain on his parade- He’s as happy as ever. 

When everyone else ditched Movie Day, Johnny had decided to watch in he and Haechan’s room, although the option of watching in the living room, seeing as Doyoung and Taeyong are out, was offered.

Johnny is in the middle of his bed with a person on either side, and it’s moments like these that he’s reminded Haechan is simply a clingy dude, because Haechan is just as tucked into his side as you are. 

At around half way through the movie, Johnny notices that you’re all getting a little sleepy- having a big lunch may not have been the best idea, as ‘food commas’ seem to be a common occurrence in the dorms. 

“I’ll go make popcorn,” Johnny says, because obviously, the thing to fix mid afternoon lethargy is more food. He sets the laptop your watching off of to the side so he can get out of the bed. “ Are you guys going to come?”

Haechan cuddles more into his blanket, hiding his face, an obvious no.

“It’s so warm here,” you say, stretching out on Johnny’s bed, another no.

Your boyfriend laughs and promises to be back soon.

When Johnny gets to the kitchen, he realizes maybe he should be a little worried about leaving you and Haechan alone. Or, at least, he realizes that if he was to take the other member’s advice, he’d be at least cautious. But the idea really doesn’t bug him so much, Johnny is beginning to realize, as he makes food for your little trio.

By the time Johnny even gets back to his bedroom, it’s been way longer than he initially intended. 

You and Haechan are still on his bed, and there’s a space between you, ready for Johnny to reclaim. But, you’re both completely passed out. Curled up, and facing each other, with the afternoon light coming through the windows and shining on your sleeping forms, you both look as soft as ever.

Johnny’s quite enamoured with the visual of it, and he can’t help but pull out his phone to take a picture.

As Johnny decides what to do, Haechan mumbles your name under his breath, shifting in his blankets. Johnny studies Haechan and notes that his roommate is still asleep.

Johnny wonders what the two of you are doing in Haechan’s dream to have spurred his unconscious body to whisper your name like that. 

The man from Chicago is used to sleeping with members hanging off of him and squished tightly to his side, so when he slides into his space between your bodies, it’s not odd for him.

In fact, it’s almost comforting to be sandwiched.

He takes a deep breath and settles.

The last thing Johnny feels before he drifts off are your fingers pulling him closer.

“I just have to brush my teeth, then I’m leaving for practice.” Haechan’s sleepy voice makes you and Johnny freeze in the shower.

Johnny’s eyebrows raise and he looks like he’s about to laugh, so you slap a hand over his mouth, only for him to do the same to you, the skin on skin sound hidden in the white noise of the water spray. 

Your boyfriend is buried inside of you, with nothing more than a shower curtain keeping his roommate from discovering you both.

You and Johnny stay still, listening intently.

Your legs are wrapped around his hips, your back to the wall- while Haechan brushes his teeth just a few feet away. 

 Haechan’s not usually awake this early, and he’d definitely been asleep when you’d woken up with Johnny’s tongue on your clit, and you’d rushed to the bathroom just moments after he’d made you cum, needy for more- 

It’s so early in the morning that neither of you had locked the door apparently. 

Your heart is racing at the notion that Haechan might have just narrowly missed waking up to see Johnny with his head buried between your thighs- and now with Johnny buried inside of you in the shower-

“Okay thanks, bye.” Haechan leaves, and you hear the door close shut.

You and Johnny remove your hands from each other's mouths, and you think maybe the two of you got away with an early morning shower fuck, as neither of you had said anything. For all Haechan knows, it’s Doyoung or Taeyong in the shower-

“We need to talk about him,” your soft lover breathes, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“We do?” you ask, pushing at his chest, which prompts Johnny to let you down, his cock slipping from your core.

You turn your back to him, putting your hands on the wall and wiggling your hips expectantly.

Johnny laughs, grabbing your hips and pressing his cock back into you.

You both let out groans of pleasure.

“He likes you,” Johnny says after a few slow thrusts into your core.

“Hmm,” you hum in response.

Johnny laughs as his fingers dig into your hips. “I tell you my roommate likes you, and all you say is ‘hmm’?”

“He did give me a foot rub the other night while we watched a movie, I was too tired and shocked to do much about it at the time, and after- he didn’t say anything, so I thought maybe I’d imagined it,” you tell him, resting your face against the cold, white tiled wall with your eyes closed as you rush through your story.

Johnny listens to every word, hips continuing a steady rhythm.

After a moment, Johnny laughs, “I knew he’d been doing something that night,” putting the pieces together in his mind.

“You’re not mad?” you moan in confusion.

Johnny’s hips move faster, and his hands push you harder against the wall.

“I’ve known Haechan for years.” Johnny says, pushing all the way into you and staying there, making your legs quiver at how deep he is- orgasm just a breath away- 

“We share everything.” 

And you explode on his cock.

Haechan knows it’s a bad idea, but fuck, you and Johnny never come to the Idol club for fun anymore- and ‘oh my JESUS” (as Mark would say), your outfit is so fucking sexy that you should be considered ‘disturbing the peace’ when you wear it-

Haechan’s ready to play horny Police Officer and tie you up to teach you a lesson-

“This is why we told you not to drink so much,” Taeil groans. “Look at him. He’s drooling.”

“What’s he even looking at?” Mark tries to follow Haechan’s eyes, but the sly gemini quickly moves them off of you and Johnny down at the bar.

“You know what he needs?” Taeil says as his eyes look for a waiter. “Food. I’m sure they have appetizers here.” 

Mark and Haechan have smoothed things over since their little fight in the practice room. In the past few weeks, it’s become obvious to everyone that Haechan has a massive crush on you- 

So Mark forgave the altercation, and everyone’s been extra careful about being too touchy with you, not wanting to set off Haechan, while they wait to see what Johnny does about the whole situation.

As of right now, Mark only knows what Jaehyun’s said: “It’s not our problem. Johnny’s not the jealous type.”

Which is not nearly enough of an explanation for Mark, who knows how fragile relationships and friendships can be in a career like theirs. 

“Do you think she likes Johnny Hyung because he’s older?” Haechan asks suddenly, drawing Taeil and Mark’s attention.

Out of everyone he could have asked, of course he would sit down with two of the guys who are the least experienced with what women think. “Because I’m old enough to drink.” As if to prove a point, Haechan grabs Taeil’s beer - which has been unattended and unwanted for quite some time - and raises it to his lips, chugging it all before either of his friends can stop him.

“Oh my Jesus.” Mark hides his face for a moment before watching Haechan slam the glass onto the table. 

“Well that’s just perfect,” Taeil groans, throwing his hands in the air. “Mark, get him some water-”

“I want to dance!” Haechan exclaims, eyes moving to the crowd.

He’s pretty sure he sees Taeyong, and Jungwoo might dance with him if he begs-

“No dancing.” Taeil grabs Haechan’s arm, but the younger man is used to slipping from people’s grasp. He quickly leaps to his feet and Mark is forced to chase him down to the dance floor, where the Canadian catches his half drunken friend right before he’s out of reach. 

Mark drags Haechan to the bar, which is where he finds you and Johnny. 

“You two okay?” Johnny laughs, having watched Mark’s wild chase, and capture, of Haechan.

“He’s drunk, needs water.” Mark waves the bartender over, and a moment later they’re handing a glass to the man who is now twirling in circles on his bar stool. 

“I just want to dance.” Haechan pouts.

“Is meanie Mark not letting you dance? Poor baby.” You coo, teasing Mark as you allow Haechan to pull you into an embrace. He’s still seated, and his face is right near your chest, which makes Mark fidget a little.

“If you two’ve got him-” Mark peaks at Johnny, who is laughing at his friend’s antics.

“Yeah, leave him with us.” Johnny waves a hand, and Mark escapes. “Drink more.” Johnny turns his attention to Haechan, who has stopped sipping on his water already. “But also pace yourself. Talk with us for a few minutes, then you two can go dance.”

Your lover is using his dom voice, the voice that screams ‘I’m boss and you better fucking listen to me’. You’ve never really heard him use it on anyone other than you, and the thought makes you tingle with interest.

Haechan does as he’s told and begins to sip slowly while your boyfriend looks around the small idol club, gauging where the other members of nct are. 

“Are you having a good time?” you take your eyes off your boyfriend to catch Haechan practically guzzling the water now, and he slams the empty glass down an instant later. 

He takes a large gasp of air before wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand.

Then Haechan turns to face you. He’s rendered slightly shorter than you by the bar stool height, so he has to look up into your eyes, and he’s never looked so Baby in his life. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you so you’re captured between his knees, then he says, “Always a good time with you and Johnny Hyung.”

Your boyfriend laughs at his friend’s drunken behaviour. 

And it’s true, the three of you do always have a good time.

Why does that have to be a bad thing?

“I want to dance,” Haechan pouts, holding his now empty water glass out to Johnny as proof that he’s been good.

“Then go dance,” Johnny shrugs, never one to hold Haechan back from anything.

“You’ll come dance with me?” Haechan asks cutely- then he stands. And suddenly you have to look up at him. You’d almost forgotten about the duality of this part time baby boy part time sex god idol man. 

You nod, then look at Johnny. “Are you coming?” you ask, reaching out to tug on your boyfriend’s jacket.

“In a bit.” He pulls you to him with both hands, gripping your waist while his fingers splay across the small of your back. He kisses the breath from you, leaving you gasping when he pulls away. 

Then, he winks at Haechan, who’d watched the whole thing. “Take care of her for me,” Johnny says. 

With one last pinch of your cheek, Johnny turns and starts heading towards one of the tables that sits Ten and Jaehyun.

Haechan wastes no time pulling you into the swarm of bodies that's moving with the music.

You think he must have a sense for being in the middle of things, because before you know it, you’re in the center of the dance floor. 

At first, Haechan gives you a bit of wiggle room, but once he starts to get into the rhythm and his eyes close, all personal space goes out the window. 

He whines your name loudly, hands landing on your waist. Then the beautiful man leans in so you can hear him, breath fanning across your neck, “Is this okay?”

You laugh.

After what Johnny had said to you about sharing, you know you can give Haechan permission to do whatever you’re comfortable with- and you’re realizing more and more just how comfortable you are with the younger man’s hands on your body-

But, “I just worry you’ve had a lot to drink,” you tell him honestly, and you worry that this is not the place for it, not with all the possible eyes on you-

“I feel fine,” Haechan assures you, pressing his face against your throat. “You smell so pretty.”

It feels good- and in any other scenario- but you can’t be doing this here, and you realize that Haechan must be drunker than you’d thought from this laps in judgement- 

“Hyuck?” You tug at the pretty boy’s hair, pulling his face away from your neck, and Haechan moans-

“We have to go find Johnny,” you tell him.

“Why? Dance!” Haechan pouts a little.

“Baby,” you cup his face, “You need to sit down.”

“I’m just a little dizzy.” 

“You two okay?” Johnny’s voice makes you turn, eyes locking with your boyfriend’s. 

You realize he’s probably been watching from the table with his friends, and come when he’d seen Haechan becoming a little too needy.

“Haechan’s slurring,” you tell him, “we should take him home.”

“Really?” Johnny immediately assesses his room mate - who is shaking his head and saying “I’m not drunk, I’m not drunk” -  and Johnny nods in agreement. 

Johnny kicks into caregiver mode, and before you know it, you find yourself sitting with Haechan, who practically drapes himself against you, hogging most of the back of a cab that’s pulling away from the club.

“We’re headed to my girlfriend’s place,” Johnny says to the driver, turning in the front passenger seat to check on you. “What’s your address again, baby?”

You give directions, and Johnny makes smalltalk with the driver. 

Then, Haechan sits up and looks around. 

“We’re going to your place?” 

“Yeah.” You and Johnny had been planning on staying there tonight, and you’re not about to ditch a drink Haechan at the dorms. 

“You two are so nice to me,” he groans, shifting his head on your shoulder. “You’re so pretty.”

Haechan begins to play with your hair, and in the front of the car, the driver has gone quiet. 

“I love you.” Haechan mumbles as you’re pulling up to your apartment. 

Johnny takes out some money and hands it to the driver.

The three of you enter the building, with Haechan clinging to Johnny’s side as soon as you enter the elevator. “I’m hungry,” he whines.

“We’ll make you food.” Johnny says, exchanging a look with you. 

Neither of you want Haechan to be hung over tomorrow, it would be a horrible start to the weekend, for everyone.

When you open the door to your apartment, Haechan immediately announces that he wants a tour. He grabs your hand when you follow through with his request, and when you get to the bedroom, Haechan looks at you and Johnny, eyes wide. “You guys like me right?”

“Of course.” Johnny laughs. 

“I mean,” Haechan pouts a little, “you guys like me a lot, right?” 

You find yourself exchanging another look with your boyfriend, and Johnny shrugs at you. You sigh, turning your attention to the younger man again. 

“Haechan- you had a lot to drink-”

“You like me.” Haechan insists. He throws his arms around you, tucking his face against your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“We like you when you’re sober,” you mutter, rubbing his back.

Haechan lets out a wail at your words. “So you don’t like me now?!” 

Johnny laughs at the predicament you’ve found yourself in, and then he grabs at the scruff of Haechan’s shirt, pulling his roommate off of you. “Stop whining and lay down.”

“I can sleep here?” Haechan blinks up at his hyung, shocked at how easy it had been to work his way into your bed. 

“Taeyong wont stop telling the story about the time Wayv let Hendery almost die by falling asleep on his back, and then he puked during the night-” Johnny shakes his head. “You’re definitely staying where we can see you, so you don’t sleep through your own death.”

Haechan makes a face of complete horror, and then he all but dives under the duvet on your bed, wrapping himself into a cocoon within moments. Then his head peaks out, and he pouts at you. “Noona, come cuddle.”

“Johnny-” You turn to your boyfriend, but he’s already heading to the door.

“Lay down with him,” Johnny waves a hand at you, “I'm going to grab some water and crackers.”

Haechan is in the center of you and Johnny’s bed. You quickly change out of your clothes and wash your face, returning to a whiney monster within five minutes dressed down in a pair of boxers and one of Johnny’s shirts. 

Then, the cuddle bug tucks into your side and refuses to let go.

He falls asleep soon after, and doesn’t end up eating anything, so it’s no surprise when he wakes up in a foul mood the next morning.

Haechan wakes up in his natural place: the center of it all, the middle space between you and Johnny. His pillow is Johnny’s chest, and he can feel your soft body curled up behind his own. 

He catches you mid conversation, and keeps his eyes closed, listening to you say, “I just- How could we not?”

“You have a point.”

“Plus- we have kind of been going this direction for a while-” you sigh.

“It would be irresponsible of us to turn back now, I agree.” 

“And look how sweet he is when he sleeps?” 

Haechan can feel your breath on the back of his neck, and his body involuntarily shivers, betraying him.

“Hey-” you whisper by his ear, a finger poking his shoulder, “are you awake?!”

Haechan considers giving in, you’d definitely just seen him move- but he decides that maybe he should milk this a little longer.

“Hyuck?” You whisper again, and Haechan’s heart leaps to his throat.

“He probably is awake,” Johnny says softly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s awake a lot of the time he appears to be sleeping.”

“How do you mean?” You sound so innocent, so unaware of what Johnny is so obviously hinting at, and Haechan feels conflicted. He feels something like shame, although the shame stems from Johnny having found him out, more so than Haechan regretting his voyeuristic behaviour.

After all, if you decide to fuck with someone else ‘asleep’ in the room, you have to be ready for the consequences. 

“He’s a gemini,” Johnny states. “Two faced.”

“You know what!?” Haechan sits up abruptly, unable to pretend to sleep if Johnny is going to bring out fighting words- “you Aquarius’s don’t have the best reputation either.”

“Ouch, you’ve wounded me.” Johnny grins.

“Were you two talking about me?” Haechan asks.

You sit up behind him, hand finding his shoulder.

“How do you feel?” you counter.

“Hung over,” Haechan states. “Were you talking about me?”

Again, Haechan watches Johnny exchange a look with you, and his blood heats. He hates these little non verbal communications, especially since his back is to you.

He quickly fixes his situation, getting out from under the covers and crawling to be next to Johnny’s knee. Once there he turns to face you and your boyfriend.

“Are you thirsty?” Johnny asks after a moment.

The younger man groans loudly, turning his eyes to you. He pouts out his lip. “Noona!” he whines. “Tell me what you were talking about.”

“It’s a little early for deep conversations,” you smile softly, reaching out to touch his knee, which only makes Haechan more determined to rip the proverbial band aid off.

“Just tell me.” 

You take a deep breath and Haechan watches the way you reach for your lover, interlocking your fingers before you speak. 

“We were talking about what it means to have you in our bed right now.”

Haechan, who usually has a lot to say, remains quiet.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Johnny laughs, hitting Haechan gently with the side of his knee. “You’ve been working for this. Don’t pretend otherwise.”

“Hyung-”

“I’m not mad,” Johnny says, stopping any apologies or lies before they tumble from Haechan’s lips. 

“We were thinking-” you continue, “you obviously want to be here, and Johnny and I are not opposed to that-”

“But,” Johnny’s interjection draws Haechan’s full attention, “just because I’m okay with you being in love with my girlfriend-”

“I’m not-”

“You admitted it in the cab, stop lying.” Johnny holds up a hand. “As I was saying, just because I'm okay with it, doesn’t mean you now have full access to Y/N.”

Haechan blinks at the notion… full access. 

His cock twitches in his pants, and Haechan swallows thickly. “So… so what does it mean?”

“It means,” Johnny laughs, demeanour changing, and he runs a hand through his hair, “what your noona wants, your noona gets.”

Haechan’s eyes shift to you, and he takes a deep breath. “Does noona want anything now?”

“Baby, you’re hungover,” you remind him.

“I’m not,” Haechan insists, beginning to move towards you- only for his stomach to lurch.

“We told you to stop lying,” Johnny reminds the younger man. 

You open your arms for Haechan, offering a gentle smile. “Now come get some rest, you definitely need more sleep.”

It’s been hours since your morning talk, and Haechan can’t believe he still hasn’t kissed you. 

After he’d woken up for the second time around noon, the three of you had ended up heading back to the dorms. 

Under Doyoung and Taeyong’s watchful eyes, Haechan has been doing his best to behave himself, unwilling to do anything that could betray the new development in his relationship with you to the hyungs that are going to tear into him for ‘going after Johnny’s girlfriend’. 

But now, it's late evening, and Haechan makes sure Doyoung and Taeyong are already in bed before walking into his shared room with Johnny, eyes landing on you.

Johnny has you tucked to his chest. Your watching a movie on his laptop, and Haechan can’t stand how normal you’re both acting. 

As if you didn’t just flip his life upside down- or at least, warn him that his world would be changing within the coming days, whenever you decide you want the attention- 

Haechan heads over to his side of the room, and he stands at the foot of his bed, staring at it for a good five seconds. 

He can feel your eyes on him, but he ignores you, just like you’ve practically been ignoring him.

Well, maybe he’s being a little dramatic, you’ve been perfectly civil- but you haven’t been fawning over him, haven't been cuddling him, or telling him he’s a good boy for being behaved while Doyoung and Taeyong were around-

Haechan moves to the side of his mattress, and bends down, hands flat on the bed frame, then he begins to push it. 

You and Johnny watch in silence as Haechan moves his bed all the way until it fits snugly against the one you’re lounging on.

The two of you even stay quiet when Haechan gets under his covers, turning his back to you in the most passive aggressive display you’ve ever seen.

Johnny lets out a sigh, looking down at you, and you cock your head, a silent communication. Then your lover shrugs, and you reach out to pause your movie. 

“Haechan?” you sing song, reaching a hand to touch the bratty man’s shoulder.

He ignores you.

“Hyuck?” You shift closer, leaving the warmth of Johnny’s bed to join his roommate, and you wrap your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder.

“Don’t you want me?” Haechan asks, his words hanging heavily in the quiet room.

You let out an exasperated breath and Haechan abruptly turns in your arms. 

Now he’s facing you, and he tangles his legs with yours immediately. His hand grabs at your waist, slipping under the fabric of your sleeping shirt. You can feel the warmth of his palm on your bare skin.

Haechan looks at you with brown eyes that could rival even Johnny’s in terms of warmth and beauty.

“You seriously want to do this now?” Johnny hisses at Haechan, becoming your big spoon. “With Doyoung and Taeyong in the other room?” He presses a kiss of reassurance to the nape of your neck.

 “Yes.” Haechan pouts, eyes scanning your face before dipping down to assess the rest of you. Then his hand is no longer touching your waist, instead, it finds your own, down where it’s resting on your hip. He drags his fingers up your arm slowly until he finds your shoulder, where he pushes at the fabric of your shirt, exposing your bare shoulder.

You watch him capture his lower lip between his teeth, and he shifts closer, thigh pressing up between your own legs. “We can be quiet,” he whispers.

“We can,” Johnny laughs, “but what about you?”

“I can be quiet.” Haechan repeats, a harder whisper this time, which just makes you laugh. 

“You sure?” Johnny teases. “And if you make a noise, then what?”

“Then noona can make me stop.” The younger man in front of you shifts, letting out a small groan before leaning in to press his forehead against yours.

This close, you can see the fine details of his face; his long lashes, and his big beautiful eyes, which have perfected the art of going all doe like- Haechan is looking at you like you’re sunshine, and you can’t help the way your body reacts to him, also shifting so there’s more contact.

You grab at the front of Haechan’s shirt. “And how do you want to be stopped, baby boy?” you ask. “Would you like it if I choked you?” A small groan, his leg presses up against your core deliciously. “Or maybe fingers in your mouth?” A whimper this time, and Haechan laces his fingers through your hair, moving closer-

He stops just as your lips are about to meet, searching your eyes as if to say ‘can I?’ 

The dynamic of this whole thing becomes abundantly clear.

Haechan respects Johnny and his claim over you, but he also acknowledges your own place of power. You and Johnny are the ones with all the control, and Haechan is your needy little chew toy, eager for anything- even scraps of your attention.

Johnny pushes against your back, one hand finding your hip, and he applies pressure, forcing you down on Haechan’s thigh. 

Johnny’s motion is the last piece of permission you need, and you snap, kissing Haechan for the very first time. 

His lips are soft, and Full Sun Boy jumps a little at the contact, as if he hadn’t been confident you’d actually kiss him. The idea makes your heart sing in your chest, and you grab at Haechan’s shoulders, deepening the kiss.

His thumb brushes by your cheek bone when his tongue enters your mouth, and you stifle a groan, needing to be closer to him. You find yourself adjusting, swinging your leg over Haechan’s hip before mounting him, your hands pushing Haechan’s shoulders until they’re flat against the bed and he’s looking up at you with eyes full of adoration. 

You pause for a moment, enjoying the visual of Haechan, before you all but attack his neck in kisses. 

The man below you stifles a groan, hands finding your hips. His fingers dig into your skin,  grinding you down against his length, which is hidden by the confines of his sweatpants.

 You tangle your fingers in Haechan’s hair allowing him to menuever your hips while you pepper his neck in little kisses and love bites, careful not to leave any marks.

You tug his head back gently, exposing more of his throat to you, and he lets out a loud whine.

It had been hard to master the art of staying quiet when Johnny had first suggested fucking you in the dorms with his friends around, and you sympathize with Haechan, but you also don’t want to get caught.

Your free hand finds Haechan’s throat, and you apply a small amount of pressure- It feels foreign to be choking someone after being with Johnny for so long. Not that Johnny is explicitly against you choking him- it’s just, your dynamic is very much set on Johnny’s domming you, and not the other way around.

Haechan shifts below you, pushing his hips up to meet you as you grind against him.

He captures his bottom lip in his mouth, eyes closed, brows furrowed. He must really enjoy being choked, and your fingers apply more pressure to the column of his throat. 

“You like that, baby boy?” You whisper in his ear, and Haechan’s hips buckle again, his fingers flexing against your hips.

He nods softly, and you feel it through your hand on his throat.

You’re so enraptured by Haechan that you almost don’t notice Johnny has moved behind you until two large hands are on you waist, pushing Haechan’s away.

Your boyfriend simply lifts you, propping you up on your knees so he can hook his fingers in your sleeping shorts. He tears them down and then get stuck on your thighs.

“Should I make you cum while you kiss him?” Johnny asks, warm hands smoothing over your ass and kneading the skin roughly.

“Yes, please,” you respond, arching your back more to give Johnny better access to your core. 

Then you return your lips to Haechan’s, one hand hand sneaking between your bodies.

You find his cock easily, and you squeeze the needy man through his grey sweats, earning a whimper that’s muffled by your mouth.

Two fingers run the length of your core, and you feel Johnny spreading your wetness around before his thumb finds your clit. Your body twitches at the stimulation, and you kiss Haechan harder.

Haechan’s hand slips up under your shirt, exploring you slowly.

 The man below you groans, pushing his cock up into your hand, when his suspicion of you being braless is confirmed, and his fingers immediately find your nipple, pinching at you while his palm massages your breast.

“Noona-” Haechan whimpers against your lips, and you know exactly what he needs.

You slip your pointer and middle fingers past Haechan’s lips, watching with interest as his eyes close and he hollows his cheeks around you, sucking diligently- 

When you take your hand away from Haechan’s mouth, he begins to whine softly, only for you to bring the slick covered digits to the waistband of his pants.

You release his length in record time, wrapping him in a wet grip that’s made even more lubricated by the his precum, which you smear across the head of his cock. 

“Fuck-” Haechan whispers, hips pushing up, and you begin to move your fist up and down his painfully hard length. 

Behind you, you feel Johnny’s freed himself as well, and his cock rubs against your entrance, bumping your clit and making your toes curl with anticipation. 

“She’s so wet already.” Johnny says softly, and Haechan stifles a moan. “I’m going to fuck her tonight, but maybe tomorrow you can see for yourself just how fucking perfect this pussy is.”

This time, you and Haechan are both groaning at Johnny’s words, and you know your sounds go straight to Johnny’s ego by the way he pushes himself fully into you. 

Your boyfriend is generally the type to give you lots of preparation for his cock, but you can tell that tonight he’s intent on splitting you open- on making you a complete mess under him while you try to work Haechan up to an orgasm of his own.

You push your ass back against Johnny after a few tense seconds of him refusing to move, and your lover finally gives in, hands tightening on your hips to gain leverage as he begins to snap his hips.

You squeeze Haechan’s cock tighter in your fist while Johnny ruts into you, and Haechan’s hands on your tits help support your body between the two men. 

Teeth sink into your lower lip and a shiver runs through your body. You teeter on the edge momentarily, and Johnny slows his thrusting, knowing your body as well as he knows his own. “Are you going to cum already, princess?”

“Please?” you whimper, and Haechan reacts by thrusting up into your hand again, thumb and forefinger tweaking your nipple.

“You can cum. But I’m not done with you,” Johnny says, and his permission is all you need for your pussy to clamp down on his cock, walls fluttering from the stimulation provided by your long time lover and the new man beneath you.

You’re not sure who initiates it, but suddenly Johnny is hauling you up into a kneeling position with your spine arched, the back of your skull cushioned on his shoulder while he fucks you harder- And Haechan sits up, tearing your shirt up and over your head in one motion before latching his mouth to your breasts, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing you aggressively. 

A loud whimper is torn from your throat at the suddenness of both men touching all of your sweet spots while your orgasm washes over you, and Johnny’s hand quickly slaps over your mouth. 

You do your best to continue working Haechan, but this new angle makes it difficult for you to reach all of him. Instead, you focus on the head of his cock while your orgasm wracks your body. 

Haechan is groaning against your chest. Every kitten lick and harsh suck of your nipple has tingles of pleasure skittering across your skin. 

When your pussy stops pulsing around Johnny, signifying the end of one orgasm, your dom lover makes an executive choice for yet another position change.

He lets go of you abruptly, pushing at your shoulder to send you and Haechan tumbling back to the bed. Then Johnny grabs your hips, keeping himself fully sheathed inside of you while he drags you back a few feet, until your face is level with Haechan’s cock.

“You do him, and I'll do you. Again.” Johnny chuckles, squeezing your ass roughly before finding his grip on your hips again. He picks up a brutal pace, thrusting into you so hard and fast that you have to suck Haechan into your mouth with the express purpose of muffling your moans of pleasure.

“Fuck-” Haechan whimpers when you sink your mouth fully onto his cock, tongue swirling around him in an unpredictable way that has him grabbing your hair as an anchor.

His hips push up, and he hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. 

You pull off of his cock, feeling something like shame when you open your eyes to see the complete mess you’ve made. Saliva is everywhere, connecting you in multiple places to Haechan’s pretty length, and your hand pumps his shaft as easily as ever from the amount of lubrication.

Haechan looks down at you, and you can tell he loves sloppy blow jobs. His skin is flushed a wonderful pink colour, and he’s biting into his lip to stop his moans, fingers flexing in your hair and in the bedsheets. 

Behind you, Johnny has adjusted, and now he’s reaching even deeper, cock brushing the spot that makes your body feel on fire. 

“Right there-” you whimper, wrapping your mouth around Haechan again. You continue your assault on the head of his cock while your hand works the rest him.

“Here?” Johnny asks, his rhythm faltering in favour of harder thrusts that repeatedly stimulate the exact spot-

The chord in your stomach snaps, and your orgasm washes over your body like harsh, warm waves of happy electricity.

Haechan pulls your mouth off of his length, hand landing over top of yours where your small fingers are wrapped around his cock. He manually moves your hand up and down faster, using you to reach his own end a moment later.

Cum shoots out of his cock, hitting your cheek- but you’re too overcome with Johnny still roughly fucking you to care.

Your orgasm continues to have a hold of you, and you know the moment Johnny cums, his hips faltering, fingers digging into your skin. The pain, mixed with the knowledge that both of your men are cumming, triggers something like an echo of an orgasm- and your legs begin to shake with the effort of holding you up even while Johnny’s whole body weight smacks against the back of your thighs with each, pleasure-fuelled thrust.

Haechan lets go of your hand when he’s done cumming, and you let your face fall down to rest against his thigh, focusing instead on Johnny, who is also slowing down behind you. 

When your lover comes to a stop, the room is quiet and still for a few moments while you all catch your breath. 

Then Johnny is pulling out of you. 

“Lay down,” he instructs, and you finally collapse into the bed, curling up next to Haechan’s leg.

You hear your lover laugh, but you’re too exhausted to adjust, and besides, Johnny knows that every time he fucks you silly, you can’t think after.

Johnny always takes care of you after sex, and you allow yourself to almost doze off, only for your dominant to return, a warm cloth in hand. 

“Show me that pretty face,” Johnny says, and you do as you’re told. “Should have known he’d make a mess.”

Haechan says nothing, and when you look up at him, you realize he’s just as close to passing out as you are.

Your boyfriend’s roommate has his eyes closed, lips parted. His chest is rising and falling at a steady pace. 

He appears to be completely content- and it makes your heart swell.

Soon, Johnny has you clean, and dressed, and he’s pulling you into his arms, the lights off.

You turn to face Haechan, and you find him staring at you, as you often have as of late. But this time, his bed is right up next to yours, something that you still find quite entertaining. 

“No eye fucking,” Johnny says from behind you, pulling you closer. “Say goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Haechan,” you whisper softly.

Haechan licks his lips, then sighs, closing his eyes and adjusting against his pillow. “Goodnight, hyung. Goodnight, noona.”

Haechan’s eyes open to a dimly lit room, and his focus narrows in on you immediately.

You make the small sound, the sound Haechan has become so accustomed to waking up to- but today, the sound floods his mind with the memory of last night.

Now that he’s had you once- hearing your little moans- the blood rushes to Haechan’s cock embarrassingly quickly.

As usual, you’re still asleep. But today, Johnny isn’t pressed against your back. From what Haechan can see, Johnny is facing the ceiling, and there is a small amount of space between your bodies.

“Johnny-” The whimper leaves your lips again, and Haechan narrows his eyes. 

So you’re having a wet dream today- 

“Hyuck!” 

And it’s about him.

He can’t hold himself back now, not with you practically giving him an open invitation-

And Johnny had promised Haechan would get to experience your ‘pretty pussy’ for himself-

Haechan knows Johnny will wake up soon, and when he does, he’ll take matters into his own hands. But… well, what if Haechan can get the process started? 

Another whimper leaves your lips and Haechan sits up.

He moves slowly, carefully, as he climbs over the small crack between your mattress and his own.

He’s happy he’d pressed your beds together last night- so fucking happy-

Haechan moves the covers off of your legs, watching your reactions, and when he lays himself between your thighs, you wake up.

You blink down at him, but you keep your mouth shut, and Haechan’s fingers reach for your sleeping shorts slowly. 

You make no move to stop him, in fact, you bite your bottom lip between your teeth, spreading your legs a little wider- and Haechan takes this as confirmation to proceed. 

He pushes the fabric of your shorts to the side, exposing your core.

Johnny was right. You look absolutely scrumptious, and Haechan has to stifle a groan. His hands hook around your thighs, and he drags himself forward, placing his mouth over your heat, tongue licking the length of you before swirling around your clit.

Haechan notices the way your legs quiver, and he shuffles even closer, his hips rocking involuntarily, grinding his neglected cock against the mattress for stimulation. Then he dips his tongue into your core, licking aggressively at your walls, which twitch around him. 

Your hands reaching down to grab his hair. 

When you grind down against Haechan’s face, your movement is gentle, testing, and it drives Haechan wild. He laps at you harder, moving his attention to your clit, which he sucks into his mouth.

A whimper leaves your lips, legs closing on either side of Haechan’s head, but his hands force you open again- a little too aggressively, and your knee knocks into Johnny, whose eyes open a moment later.

Your lover looks down between your legs at his roommate and lets out a small laugh. Then, he groans, closing his eyes and rolling onto his side. Johnny’s large hand finds your breast, and he massages you gently, pinching your nipple before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Horny little gremlins.”

The term ‘gremlin’ is drastically different from the usual pet name you receive; princess. But you suppose there’s some truth to it, and it makes you stifle a laugh, grinding harder against Haechan’s face as he works you to your first orgasm of the day. 

Johnny captures your lips in a kiss when you cum, his warm hand cupping your face lovingly, and he muffles your sounds of pleasure. 

Haechan pulls away from between your legs, and abruptly leaves the room. 

Your brows furrow in confusion, and Johnny pulls you to his chest, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Don’t be worried,” your boyfriend assures you. “Haechan just came from grinding against the bed while eating you out, and he’s a little embarrassed, he’ll be back soon.”

“Really?” You blink up at Johnny, shocked at how easily he reads his best friend. 

Johnny lets out a sound of affirmation and you drop the subject, cuddling into your lover’s embrace while your body decides if it wants to wake up, or go back to sleep after the orgasm you’ve just had.

A short while later, Haechan returns, just as Johnny said he would. He has a towel around his lower body, and he throws his now ruined sweatpants into a hamper, grabbing a new pair, which he puts on before joining you and Johnny in the big two-mattress-bed he’s created.

You think maybe you should say something to Haechan, you’re not sure what, but you’re sure that something is in order-

“Thanks for breakfast, noona,” Haechan sighs, tucking himself close to your body so you’re now sandwiched between him and Johnny.

It’s the most you and Johnny can do to laugh at his words, and you realize how much of a difference Haechan makes in your life. He’s always been a little ball of sunshine, revitalizing you and your lover with his presence, and now, you have full access to his light. 

You enjoy the warmth of your two lovers, one old, one new, and you realize you have no worries on your mind anymore.

Haechan fits, he always has, and it’s about time you accepted it.

It’s just… it’s about time. 

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