#nightruby2211 works

synopsis: Choi Seungcheol finally gets a vacation, and he's bored. He need's something quick and uncommitted, and lucky for him he matches with Kim Mingyu, a man who looks pretty good on his knees.

parings: choi seungcheol x kim mingyu

genres: non-idol au, romance, smut, complete, one shot, doin it in public, cxm inspired

warnings: explicit words and scenes

word count: 3,828

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The weather was perfect.

Beautiful blue skies, not a cloud to be seen, and the sun was soft enough just to kiss your skin with a healthy glow. The salty air was rejuvenating, the rocking of the waves played a calming instrumental against the sand. It was paradise here, as it was every day

but Seungcheol was bored.

His vacation was supposed to be an escape from the mundane and boring, at least that’s what his friends all said to encourage him to join. Being the only single one in his group he would have much rather stayed home, but the promise of a good time was too tempting to pass up. It had been three days of his week long trip so far and each one has been as luxurious as he was assured it would be, and yet here he was.

Bored.

It may have had to do with the fact that it had been over a week since he’d last had a hookup. He didn’t even dare think about his last relationship, the one that made him decide he wasn’t into that commitment kind of thing once and for all. It was easier to please someone in a night. As time stretches on, that just gives more time for things to go sideways. So yeah, maybe he ran through men and woman like the common cold, but he was enjoying it. For the most part. It wasn't that he was lonely, he’d never admit if he was, but right now he just needed a release.

Far away from home, it wasn’t easy to slip into a local bar or club and find someone just as eager as him like he usually would. He’d begrudgingly used plenty of dating apps in his time, but this was a new market. Easier to run from someone he’d definitely never see again once he went back home, too. He was only here for a week after all. That could be like…four different bedmates to meet. The very idea gave him a bit of pep in his step. While his friends were off getting more drinks or whatever they had said before they left, he shields his eyes from the sun and sits by the shoreline. The waves wash over his outstretched legs as he changes his location on the app to local.

Most of the profiles bleed together. He hardly looks through the photos, checking instead for their relationship preferences.

“Committed”

“Official”

“For marriage”

Definitely not.

He’s about to switch to another app when he comes across a preference that catches him off guard.

“Good vibes only”

That sounded promising.

He glances through the photos, letting out a low whistle.

Kim Mingyu.

Tall, muscular, and deliciously tan by his photos.

Good vibes only.

Hm.

He skims through the rest of his profile before he decides to message.

No problem. There was no risk here. Just keep it casual.

“Hey…”

…

How many y’s in hey would comminate that I'm into you and wanna fuck but I'm also not that desperate or anything.

Heyy

There. It could be eager or an accident.

To his surprise he doesn’t have to wait long for an answer.

heyy

like your tatts

Huh? How did he…oh yeah. The workout photo of his back Seungcheol had added to his profile a long time ago. Sometimes he forgets he has anything back there.

Observant. Or maybe he was just good at finding ways to break the ice.

Now to compliment him back.

Is it real?

Nice one, Cheol.

whatever you’re asking about, yes

I meant the tan.

you think I spray paint my body or something?

No.

I practically live on the beach

Cool.

you’re not much for small talk huh?

I’m not really here to talk.

fair enough. free tonight?

Thank god.

Yes.

meet me at Champs. 8pm.

Champs? Seungcheol switches apps to do a quick search of the place. The results pull up a pretty popular looking bar just a few blocks from his hotel.

Perfect.

See you then.

He told himself there really wasn’t anything to lose. Worst case scenario, even if the guy didn’t show up, he could get a drink and maybe a few rounds of pool in. Not a complete waste of the night.

He dressed somewhat casual, a plain white tank under a black jacket, baggy black cargo pants and platform boots. Add a couple plain silver chains and he was ready.

But why was he so nervous?

It’s not like this was a date. It was a hookup. Both parties seemed to know that.

So while he stood outside the bar two minutes before the meeting time why was he nervous to go in?

He fidgeted with his hands at his sides, pacing in front of the establishment before he gathered the courage to glance in.

He didn’t see anyone that resembled the man from the photos. It was then he realized he could have totally just been catfished, and someone could have lured him here just to jump him and leave him in the alleyway. That would be just his luck—

“Looking for someone?”

A smooth voice came from behind him and he cured at himself for flinching slightly. He turns to see the warm features and dangerous smile of the man from the photos. Mingyu was dressed even more casual, leather pants that hugged his thighs and a faded graphic tee that looked two sizes too small and must be uncomfortable. But the muscles it reveled underneath made it seem like an intentional choice. His bracelets looked simple, but if Seungcheol had to guess, they must have cost a small fortune. Maybe it was just his aura, or the warm scent of his cologne that caressed the air around him, but the man exuded wealth.

“Kim Mingyu?”

“Only if you’re Choi Seungcheol.”

He was just as amusing as he was in his texts. This was promising.

“I know this is more of a hook up kind of thing but the night is pretty young. Care to join me for a drink?”

Seungcheol shrugged, “sure, why not,” and Mingyu smiled. He moves over to the door and holds it open for him, laying a hand across his chest as he bowed sightly. Seungcheol couldn't help but roll his eyes at the display but he walked in ahead of him.

Stepping inside, the place was larger than it appeared outside. A long bar lined the left side, and the right side was slightly elevated up a step where the pool tables and more private seating was situated. The bar was relatively busy, leaving only a few places for them to sit. As he walked in he hung back a bit, unsure where to go in the unfamiliar space, but thankfully Mingyu stepped up and led the way. As he approaches the bar, a couple stops mid conversation and stands to move elsewhere, letting them take their seats. Seungcheol raises an eyebrow at the interaction but Mingyu didn’t hesitate to sit down. He pats the seat next to him, still smiling like they were old friends.

“So, no small talk. That’s fine. Just thought I'd loosen things up here first. What'll you have?”

“Beer’s fine”

“Then I'll have one too.”

He flags the bartender and orders, it’s a quick exchange before two beers are placed on the counter and the tops are popped off with ease.

Mingyu takes a long swig, glancing around the place. After a moment he looks to Seungcheol, eyeing him up and down a moment before saying, “Can I ask you something?”

“Go for it.”

“You’re not from here are you?”

“Nope. Vacation.”

“Most people here are.”

“Are you?”

“Work.”

“What do you do?”

“This is getting into small talk territory.”

Seungcheol chuckles, “I’ll allow it.”

“If you must know, I’m a model.”

“No shit.”

“You don’t sound like you believe me.”

Seungcheol motions a hand from Mingyu’s head to his feet, “I'd have to be blind not to believe you.”

“Is that a complement to my clothes or my body.”

Seungcheol smirks over the rim of his drink, “which one gets me laid faster?”

Mingyu shares an equal smirk, leaning back in his seat.

“I like you, Cheol. Can I call you Cheol?”

“If I can call you Gyu.”

“You want another beer?”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, manners. One step closer.”

Over another round of beers, Mingyu leans on his elbow, now approaching into Seungcheol’s personal space. That cologne drifts in the air and wraps around his neck like a noose, but he finds himself leaning in closer as if it’s dragging him in.

“So, your profile didn't mention your preference.”

“I like to leave myself open,” Seungcheol smirks a little as he see’s Mingyu nod as if appreciative of his answer.

“Well, Mr. Easy-going, you and I are gonna ha—”

“Mingyu!”

The sound of his name makes him pause, there’s a confused flicker of recognition for a moment before he turns to the source of the voice.

Two other men approach where they sit at the bar. The brunette has an arm around the blond, less possessive and in more of a friendly kind of way as they both hold back giggles. In comparison to Mingyu, and himself, these two were less obviously muscled and more just unfairly ethereal. Thinner frames and sculpted faces, but in a gentle way that makes you want to protect them and worship them at the same time. Simply put, they were pretty. Very pretty. Seungcheol sat up a bit straighter on his bar stool.

Mingyu puts on a smile, “Hey, Minghao, Joshua, long time no see.”

The blond stifles another giggle while the brunette responds, “no kidding! We’re here like every night, where have you been?”

“Busy,” Mingyu responds simply. Seungcheol looks between the three of them while he continues to sip his beer.

“Too busy to play with us again?”

The blond finally speaks, and Seungcheol nearly chokes on his drink.

Mingyu doesn’t miss a beat, “course not. You two just wore me out last time. I’m still recharging.”

Seungcheol’s face felt hot. He hooks a finger in his top and pulls it a few times to get some air on his chest. The two men glance over at him, noticing him for the first time.

“Are you with this guy, Minnie? He doesn’t look your type.”

“Well we—”

“Are you out on a date? Oh my god that’s so cute!”

“It’s—”

“I was just leaving actually,” Seungcheol, picking up the remainder of his pride, slaps a short pile of cash on the table to cover the drinks as he stands. He spares a quick glance to Mingyu before tearing his eyes away and slipping past Minghao and Joshua to get to the door.

“Hey…hey wait!”

He ignores Mingyu’s voice carrying over the conversations and music of the bar. Quickening his pace, he practically runs out of the place, jogging down the street before ducking into an alley. The narrow street between buildings is dimly lit, giving him a sense of privacy away from the eyes of the bar.

He leans back against the brick wall of the nearest building. He never picked up smoking, but if he had a cigarette available, this would've been the time and place to use it.

They weren’t out on a date. It was just a get-to-know-you ice breaker and a little foreplay and fun before the real event happens. The opening act. It was obvious that Mingyu slept around, just looking at him it was obvious. If he wasn’t swept up already in a happy, life-long marriage, he definitely made his rounds. It would be a shame with that body not to.

But something about picturing him with anyone besides himself made his jew clench. Not only was he fucking around with beautiful people, but two of them, at the same time. Hell, maybe even more than just two...

He should have ran as soon as he saw him. He was way in over his head.

His thoughts are interrupted by the hum of an engine and sudden blinding lights passing by the street.

“Cheol?”

He had to shield his eyes as the headlights turned to face him. A bright blue Ford Mustang pulls into the alley. Once the car stops and the lights turn off he blinks a few times to gain his vision back.

“Cheol!”

“Mingyu?”

The taller man steps out of the convertible and rounds the front where Seungcheol was standing.

“I was just about to drive around and see if I could find you before you disappeared forever on me.”

“Sorry just…needed some air.”

“Don't bullshit me, I can tell somethings wrong.”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes, a twinge of irritation at this man he just met being so insistent.

“Don’t act like you know me, we just met.”

“I thought we were getting along.”

Seungcheol sighs and starts to back away down the alley, “look, thanks for this but I've gotta…”

“Is this about those other guys? They like to give me a hard time when they can. You’re not upset that I sleep around, right? That didn’t seem to be a problem to you before—”

“It’s not that, I don't care about that.”

“Then why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset!”

“Then why are you yelling!?”

His words echo off the walls of the alleyway and fade into the other sounds of the city.

Seungcheol scoffs, “whatever, I don't need this.”

As he takes a few steps away he hears Mingyu’s voice, this time much softer, “you're jealous.”

Seungcheol stops, his shoulders tense.

“You're jealous I was flirting back with them.”

He turns over his shoulder, “I'm not jealous. You’re not mine to be jealous of.”

Seungcheol turns and starts walking the opposite way. Mingyu's hands unclench, realizing there was more emotion attached to this encounter then he thought. He had to admit, he wasn’t opposed to it. He liked Seungcheol, he was different from the others he’s been with, and if he was honest, he was tired of all this running around. He could see a flicker of the same fatigue in Seungcheol’s eyes.

He couldn't just let him walk away.

Seungcheol hears something drop to the ground behind him. He turns over his shoulder to see Mingyu down on his knees in a deep bow. Leg’s folded, hands behind his back, forehead to the ground.

“The hell are you—!”

“Forgive me,” Mingyu looks up, “I should have given you and only you all my attention.”

The sight of Mingyu on his knees in front of him stirs something long buried and forgotten within his chest. He swallows, turning this feeling into anger.

“Now you're mocking me?!”

“No! Please!” Mingyu grabs Seungcheol’s leg, pressing his face to his knee. “Please, I mean it. I should have been a better date. You deserve that at least. Let me make it up to you.”

Date.

Seungcheol’s breathless at the sight before him. Those shining eyes looking, begging, up at him. He’s at a loss for words, and hopelessly freezes as Mingyu’s hand slides up the inside of his leg, slowly curling his fingers around his thighs.

“Please”

Mingyu paused, waiting for any kind of conformation.

Seungcheol pursed his lips, then there was a subtle nod.

It was all Mingyu needed.

As his hands continued to travel upwards he also pushed back on Seungcheol, making him hit the wall behind him to stabilize himself. Mingyu works fast. He stays on his knees but moves closer in between Seungcheol’s legs. Seungcheol watches as those hands continue up to the waistband of his pants, slowly untying the knot and loosening them enough to pull them down over his hips.

“Gah—ah…Mingyu!”

“Lemme take care of you.”

Seungcheol doesn’t have the strength to protest against those whispered words. Slowly, he’s finally freed from the tightness of his pants with a sigh.

“Fuck, Seungcheol, you’re ready for me.”

“Have been since you first messaged me back,” Seungcheol musters out, a soft chuckle at the return of their banter.

“Oh, you poor thing,” he slips his fingers around his arousal, driving his thumb gently up the underside of his tip. Seungcheol’s legs shake at the sensation and he shivers. Mingyu bites his lip, looking up eagerly, taking in each reaction, “I’ve been so rude to leave you like this. I should do something about it.”

Before Seungcheol could open his eyes, the fingers are replaced with a tongue, and soon he was surrounded by those full lips, taking him in easily.

He needed something to hold onto. He runs his fingers through Mingyu’s short hair and tightens his grip, keeping him in place. Mingyu moans around him and Seungcheol stifles his own cries of pleasure by biting down on his knuckles. He let’s Mingyu set the pace, a slow movement at first that picks up little by little, taking him deeper and deeper and…

“F-fuck. Mingyu…”

“Mmm?” Mingyu hummed, his mouth currently occupied. Judging by the look in his eyes, this response must have meant something along the lines of feel good?

Seungcheol nods with a soft whimper, closing his eyes as he leans back against the wall for a moment. He feels Mingyu chuckle around him, the vibrations shooting straight through to his core. He groans, the sound deepening into a growl.

“Get up.”

“Mh?”

“Get up.”

Hee pulls out of Mingyu, moving him back by his hair and looks down at his face for a moment. His eyes look blissfully back up at him, lips puffy and slightly parted.

Fuck.

He pulls Mingyu up by his chin and he happily allows him to. Seungcheol wastes no time bringing him into a fierce kiss. Both men groan as their lips meet, Mingyu’s hands move to cradle his face as his body presses him up against the wall. Tongues tangle and the faint taste of alcohol still lingers between them. Mingyu tightens his grip on Seungcheol’s face as he goes to nip his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. Seungcheol groans, a deep and almost irritated sound. He pulls his head away and grips Mingyu’s shoulder, turning him around and pushing him forward, just enough to make him stumble. Mingyu lets himself be man handled, folding over to catch himself on the hood of his car, bending over slightly, ass facing Seungcheol in those tight jeans.

Perfect.

Seungcheol presses a hand on his back to keep him in place and Mingyu doesn’t fight, “you wanna make it up to me? Make up for even looking at anyone else while you were with me.”

Mingyu whimpers, a feeble attempt at an apology.

Seungcheol reaches around Mingyu’s waist, finding the buckle of his belt and fiddling with it until he got it loose enough to separate.

He pulls his hand back to tug on the waistband over his lower back, “take it off.”

Mingyu obeys, reaching a hand down to undo the button of his pants and pull them down slowly. He slips his thumbs in the waistband, taking down his underwear with his pants, removing just enough for his bare ass and upper thighs to be shown. To Seungcheol’s surprise, his ass was just as sunkissed tan as the rest of his exposed skin. The sight alone made his arousal almost painful in it’s desire.

“Who’s pretty ass is this?”

“Yours,” Mingyu replies softly.

Seungcheol responds by giving him a firm smack across each cheek.

Mingyu whimpers, hissing out a barely audible “more”. Seungcheol smacks down a firm hand again, making Mingyu flinch and curse. It was almost too much, Seungcheol needed him at this point. He rubs over the smooth skin of his ass with one hand while the other starts stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum and a bit of Mingyu’s salvia around him. Throbbing, he rubs his tip against his entrance, coaxing another needy whine from the man exposed for him. With a shaky breath he slowly presses in, feeling Mingyu clench as he moves deeper and deeper until he sinks in completely. Only a second passes before Seungcheol starts to move. Mingyu’s whimpers get louder, a few bouncing off the walls of the alleyway. Seungcheol runs a comforting hand over his back, picking up the pace a bit now that he was stretched to his size. Mingyu yelps as he thrusts particularly deep. Seungcheol shushes him, bending over more to get closer to his ear, “look at you, all tight and eager just for me?”

“Just for you”

“Good answer.”

Seungcheol sets a quicker pace while Mingyu bites his lip to keep quieter. Mingyu reaches out over his car, struggling to find something to hold onto. Noticing this, Seungcheol moves up from holding his hips to wrapping his fingers around his arms, pulling them back to clasp them behind him. A sound of suprise escapes Mingyu as he’s restrained. He moans Seungcheol’s name which only encourages him to continue. The sound of skin on skin and muffled whimpers fills the alley now, creating a backtrack to their intimate moment. Seungcheol shifts his hands to hold onto Mingyu’s arms with one hand, pulling him up closer so the other can smack his ass again. Mingyu gasps, his legs shake and before he can even process his peak, he spills out over the hood of his car. Seungcheol halts his momentum as he realizes what’s happened. He curses, the sight so arousing he can barely hold on himself. So he doesn’t. A few quick thrusts later and he releases, still deep in Mingyu, who whimpers pitifully as he finally pulls out once the fog in his mind clears. Both are breathing heavy. Seungcheol let’s go of Mingyu’s arms and helps turn him around to face him. He slips both their pants back on, hissing at how sensitive his cock was. Damn, it really had been too long. Mingyu shifts to the side, sitting closer to the windshield of the car. Seungcheol moves to stand in front of him, brushing some hair off his sweat-pricked forehead.

“You okay? That was a lot…”

Mingyu leans in to his touch, like a dog seeking praises, “are you kidding? I haven’t had good dick like that in…ever. Most people just want it from me, so I don’t get to be played with as much as I’d like.”

Seungcheol sighs with relief, “glad I could be the one to show you what you’ve been missing.”

Mingyu hooks a finger around one of his necklaces and pulls him over for a kiss. This time it was much sweeter. Soft and gentle. More exploring and feeling and a silent communication for more.

Mingyu pulls away, and Seungcheol almost chases him, his eyes flutter open as Mingyu asks, “you said you’re here on vacation?”

“Mmhm.”

“When do you head home?”

“Four days from now.”

Mingyu seems to think something over for a moment before a cheeky smile graces his lips.

synopsis: A sudden downpour of heavy rain makes a camping trip be reduced to a slightly cramped but moderately comfortable tent. The close proximity, and a bit of alcohol, help to bring Soonyoung, Jihoon, and their friend Bea closer than ever before.

parings: lee jihoon x fem oc/reader x kwon soonyoung

genres: non-idol au, romance, smut, complete, one shot, leaning more dom!soonyoung sub!jihoon and mc

warnings: explicit words and scenes, alchohol consumption, threesome

word count: 5,897

AO3 Link

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“It wasn’t supposed to rain!”

I shout over the sudden downpour. The large droplets quickly reduce our glorious fire into nothing but dying embers.

“Try telling that to the clouds!” Soonyoung shouts, hiding under his hoodie he’d quickly thrown over his head to try and block the rain.

“Get in!”

Jihoon pulls back the opening to the closest tent — mine. We don’t protest, leaving our things outside and climbing in one after the other to escape the cold rain.

The tent is dry and at least a little warmer than outside.

For our first camping trip in years I’d decided to drop a bit of money on our sleeping arrangements, thankfully. This tent was made for two people, enough room for me to comfortably sleep, but a little cramped with the three of us stacked inside. It was only meant for me, as I bought two others for the boys, but it looked like I was going to have to share for the night.

We throw off our shoes and damp outerwear, stashing them in the corner away from the mattress pad and blankets. The rain hits heavy against the roof of the tent as Jihoon zips it closed. It’s supposed to withstand heavy weather, but I couldn’t help it be a bit nervous.

“Think it’ll hold?”

Soonyoung sighs as he sits back against my pile of blankets. He’s stripped down to just his muscle tank and basketball shorts. He shrugs simply while Jihoon replies to my question.

“It better. Or else we’ll have to sprint to the car.”

“Why didn’t we do that before?”

Now Jihoon shrugs, “tent was closer.”

His hands grip the back collar of his dark t-shirt, and in a swift movement he pulls it off over his head. I’d seen him shirtless before at the lake several times, but I still had the urge to advert my eyes.

“Dude!”

Soonyoung chuckles behind his hand and Jihoon raises his eyebrow.

“What? I'm not wearing a wet shirt all night.”

“All night?” Soonyoung’s giggles subside, “you think we’ll be in here all night?”

He doesn't respond, instead he pulls out his phone to check the radar. I peek through my fingers and eventually move them from my face entirely. The dim light of the fairy lights I'd set up in the tent made his toned muscles and pronounced chest even more obvious. His pale skin unblemished and frustratingly perfect, like a marble statue carved by someone who adored him. He’d recently shaved his dyed, dirty-blond hair into an even buzz cut. A new style for him that sharpened his masculine features, yet also accented the softer curves of his face and chin. He bit his soft lips gently as he waited for the app to load in the limited data.

“Yeah… radar looks bad. We’ve got at least another five hours of rain. Maybe seven.”

“Damn.” Soonyoung sinks comfortably back against my blankets, putting his arms behind his head. He was taller and leaner than Jihoon, but no less fit. His arms smooth and toned, as well as his abs which were currently outlined from his thin tank top that was annoyingly clinging to his skin. He was slightly tanner, spending a lot of his time on our weekend getaway swimming at the beach and soaking in the sun eagerly, giving him a sun-kissed ethereal glow at all times. His hair was also cut short, but spiked up a bit in the front naturally and not as buzzed as Jihoon's. His jawline was defined and angled to a jagged sharpness. The shape of his eyes made it look like he was always smirking, which he usually was anyway.

“You don't sound too upset about that,” I remark.

He shrugs, “I mean, I’m not too mad about it. You definitely have the best tent.”

Jihoon sets his phone down and sighs, stretching an arm above his head as he gets comfortable. His damp sweatpants cling to his thigh as he bends his leg up. He stares at the ceiling of the tent. It was a low enough height where none of us could fully stand up in it, but we could sit up comfortably at least. From the tiny lights in the corner we could see the drops hit the fabric and drip down the sloped sides. The downpour was muffled here inside the tent, the atmosphere almost cozy, despite being unable to stretch out my legs without kicking one of them.

As I move to lay down in my own spot, evenly spaced between them, Soonyoung turns on his side to face me, propping his head up on his hand. The action emphasizing his bicep, “well, Bea, you wanted to relive the glory days of camp. I’d say this is pretty accurate.”

I roll my eyes, “how is any of this like camp?”

Jihoon folds his hands against his chest. He’s so close I can feel the subtle warmth of his bare torso even in the slight chill of the tent. He turns his head to listen to the conversation.

Soonyoung continues, a gleam of amusement in his eyes, a look I was all to familiar with, “it’s exactly like old times. Team Red. The three best camp councilors Echo Falls has ever seen. We ran those kids like the military.”

I can’t help but laugh, thinking back to several summer’s ago when we first met. We’d all picked up a summer job after out senior year of high school at the local campground as councilors. The three of us had been grouped up and put in charge of the first and second graders. At first I was worried if we would be able to work together after seeing how polar opposite their leadership styles were. But to my surprise, they worked well together, having already been friends since middle school. Soonyoung was the more energetic and goofy captain who would make sure the kids were always having a good time. Jihoon was more of the planner, keeping things organized, but always had a gentle demeanor with the kids. I’d float in between, being stern if needed but also wanting to make the best of things if they didn’t go exactly to the day’s itinerary. Which happened often.

“I guess things did always seem to go wrong.”

Jihoon huffs a small laugh from his nose, “we can just blame Soon like we did back then too.”

I laugh and Soonyoung’s immediate groan, “okay, maybe back then some things were actually my fault, but I can’t control the weather!”

Jihoon and I share a smirk, seeing Soonyoung clearly start to get riled up by a simple tease. He sees our smiles and frumps down on the thin mattress pad with his arms crossed.

“Feels like we brought one of the kids with us instead of our Soonyoung,” I chuckle, leaning over to pet his hair. He swipes at my hand halfheartedly and I pull it away, tucking my arm across my chest as I lay back down and laugh. The fairy lights casts shadows against the walls of the tent as the night grows darker. I shiver slightly, our body heat not enough to keep away the chill from outside for now.

Jihoon glances over as I shiver. He shifts his body, changing his position, making himself slightly closer to me than before.

Soonyoung is still pouting, but when he sees me shiver he softens.

“Those were fun times, huh? Feels like we were just kids.”

He starts another conversation, a happy distraction from the situation.

“Can’t believe they really let a couple of teenagers watch over those kids out in the middle of a forest.”

Jihoon makes a sound of disapproval, “glad we all agreed to never do that again.”

“But hey, now we’re all best friends, so we got a win out of it.”

Soonyoung looks over at me as he says this and my hearts swells a bit at his words. An idea passes over his face and he quickly sits up, moving to the entrance of the tent as he crawls over us. Before Jihoon or I could protest, he zips down the door and reaches his hand blindly near the side of the tent. With an excited exclamation he pulls his hand back from the cooler outside, clutching the neck of a small bottle of peach soju between his fingers. His arm now dripping with rain water, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest.

“Glad we brought this!”

I sigh, holding out my hand as I sit up, “pass it over.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes from where he lays, “you two and your drinking.”

Soonyoung scoffs, “you say that like we’re drunks!”

“Might as well be.”

Jihoon grumbles but a smirk plays at his lips. He sits up with us as I go to twist off the cap.

“Do it the cool way, Bea!”

“No way, not after last time.” I grimace, remembering the pain from slapping the bottom of a bottle into my forehead. It was after we had already done a few shots, but the embarrassment lingered long after I’d sobered up. With the cups somewhere outside in the rain, we resort to sharing the bottle.

“Anyone want the first sip?” I hold it out to both of them.

Soonyoung eagerly takes it from me and clears his throat. He holds up the bottle like someone would hold a champagne glass to give a toast.

“To us. Who survived hell and back again all those summers ago, and still remain friends to this day.”

He plays up the act, but Jihoon and I know him well enough to see the sincerity in his words. He was always the glue that held us together, making plans and keeping us in touch for all these years.

I shake my head and laugh, brushing off the sentiment.

“To trauma bonding,” I hold up an imaginary cup. Jihoon laughs and does the same.

“I’ll cheers to that.”

Soonyoung sighs with an eye roll, but he knows our aversion to being as openly affectionate as him. He takes a long swig of the drink before holding it out to me. My fingers graze his as the bottle passes between us. A slight chill runs up my arm. Man, it was cold in here.

Alcohol will help.

I take a swig of my own without a care that Soonyoung’s mouth had already been on the rim. The slight burn a welcome feeling. I pass it to Jihoon who’s fingers linger around mine as he takes it. A similar shiver running over my skin at the contact.

The bottle eventually lays empty by our shoes, it’s contents split between the three of us. Well, mostly Soonyoung and I.

Our conversation shifts as we laugh and reminisce, laying down with one of them on either side of me again. We get talking about how glad we are to have stayed in contact even after leaving camp and all attending different universities. Soonyoung comments how he believes it was destiny for us to meet, so he made sure to keep us together because of it.

“That and Soon had a massive crush on you.”

Jihoon says this with a smug grin, his eyes closed as he puts his hands behind his head. Soonyoung’s reaction is immediate, his signature smirk falls and the tipsy twinge of pink of his cheeks deepens. He flounders for a moment, uncharacteristically without words, until he blurts out, “so did you!”

His finger points at Jihoon who’s eyes flicker open.

“I did not.”

There’s no change to his tone or expression, but if I’d looked close enough I’d see the tips of his ears change to a shade a red.

Feeling the shift in tension, I revert to teasing to clear the air, “aw, you two liked me?”

“Shut up,” Soonyoung groans, pushing my arm a bit.

“That’s so cute!”

“Shut uppp,” Soonyoung pushes me again, his words round and pouty as he puffs out his lips.

Jihoon chuckles dryly, “can’t believe I’m stuck in here with the two of you.”

I gasp, continuing my teasing “hey! Don’t rope me in with him. I thought I was your favorite, Jihoonie.”

He scoffs, “don’t call me that.”

“Hey, yourself! I’m right here you know,” Soonyoung nudges me with his elbow, hitting me in a spot between my ribs that makes me flinch.

“Ow!” I groan dramatically. I elbow him back, a bit harder than intended but it does the job. He winces and sits up.

“That’s it!”

That same mischievous glint flashes in his eyes that I know all too well.

My eyes widen, “don’t you dare—!”

But it’s too late.

His hands find whatever skin they can, tickling me mercilessly. I squeal and writhe, trying to get away from him but there’s no where to run. I can hear Jihoon telling us to stop, his annoyance evident. I push and kick hopelessly, my struggle only amusing Soonyoung further. Jihoon’s voice gets louder, clearly impatient with out bickering and my body in danger of potentially thrashing into him as I try and escape. In an act of desperation, one I’ve had to use before, I lean up to bite at Soonyoung’s forearm. Not enough to cause any damage but enough to make him cry out a bit and pull back his hand. He shoves me back into Jihoon who curses.

“Enough!”

“Stop!”

With a thud I’m pinned down between them on my back, my arms raised slightly above my head. One restrained by Jihoon and the other by Soonyoung. We’re all breathing heavy, my chest rising and almost meeting theirs with each breath. My eyes flicker between them as they loom over me, closer than we’ve ever been with each other. There’s a clear shift in the air, one that’s heavy and thick with sudden unspoken desires.

“Please…”

I’m not even sure myself what I’m pleading for, but the word barely escapes my mouth before they descend upon me and attach their lips to either side of my neck. The sudden contact makes me gasp, my head tilting back to give them more access. Soonyoung’s lips were soft, barely nipping at my skin but obviously full of want. Jihoon’s were rough and hot, demanding my attention. I bit my lip to keep from making any obscene noises, my mind so fuzzy I dared not question what was happening. Working in sync, they both start to trail up from my neck to the side of my jaw and slowly, slowly, move towards my lips. As their heads brush from the close contact they both look up, first at me, and then each other. The same half-lidded eyes and lustful haze was reflected on each of their faces, and it didn’t dissipate when they looked at each other either.

“Can we—?”

“Please.”

“Yes.”

Before Soonyoung can act first, Jihoon moves his free hand to my jaw and turns my head to face him. His piercing eyes meet mine for a lingering moment before his hand grips firmer around my chin and his lips crash to mine.

Surprised, my eyes remain open and wide for a moment before my body relaxes with a muffled moan. Soonyoung groans against my ear, frustrated both in desire and disappointment in not being the one to kiss me first. His lips return to press hungrily against my neck, more firm this time.

Jihoon’s hold on me is strong, his lips and teeth impatient as they press against mine. He bites my bottom lip, getting me to gasp and he takes the opening to slip his tongue against mine. It’s soft and sweet, like he was, but rough and demanding just the same. Each time Jihoon’s deep kissing causes me to make a noise, Soonyoung responds by grazing his teeth against my skin. Determined to leave marks, his fierce kisses bruise my skin and leave behind red traces over any part of me he could reach.

Jihoon breaks the kiss, only moving back far enough to breathe. His lips are now a darkened pink and slightly swollen, parted just slightly as as our breaths mingle. As he pulls back there’s a clear lustful haze over his eyes, his cheeks and chest red and pink, flushed from the intimacy and alcohol.

Impatiently, Soonyoung trails lover and lower on my body. His fingers find the hem of my shirt and immediately start pulling it up over my head.

“Off.”

The word is a growl from his chest.

I comply, only half registering the word but working on autopilot to follow his movements. Jihoon backs away enough to let my shirt be slipped off. As soon as the fabric leaves my skin his lips are back on me, biting and sucking at my neck, marking the other side just as hungrily.

Soonyoung’s hands grasp my chest, taking fistfuls of my breasts under my bra, rubbing his thumbs over the tips. I gasp, shivering a bit as I whisper his name.

“Off.”

He growls again, not bothering to unclasp my bra before pulling it up over my head. Jihoon backs away with a groan but pauses as he sees my now bare chest. Eagerly, Soonyoung leans down to take one breast in his mouth, tracing his tongue over the contour while he rolls the other nipple between his fingers. A stream of curses leaves my lips at the sensation as it nears overstimulation already. His teeth pinch at my nipple suddenly, causing me to cry out in a whimper.

“Easy, Soon. No biting.”

Jihoon’s voice is rough as he tugs at the older one’s shirt. Soonyoung groans in response, backing off just enough to pull off his shirt as well. In the brief pause we all look between each other as all our chests are completely bare. Our breaths slightly visible in the chill of the tent, the heat of our desire and adrenaline seems to steam off our skin. Soonyoung bites his lip as he looks at Jihoon, then glances back to me.

“You want us?”

I don’t take any time to think before I nod.

Soonyoung reaches for the waistband of my pants but Jihoon stops him, grabbing his wrist.

“Say it.”

He looks at me, needing to hear confirmation. I swallow harshly, “Want you…need you both…now.”

Jihoon releases Soonyoung’s wrist and his hands go to the drawstrings of his sweatpants while the older one returns to start pulling off mine. His hands shake slightly before he firmly pulls them down, taking my underwear off with it. Even with the dim lighting I felt exposed, but their attention and clear desire quickly melted that insecurity away.

“My turn with that pretty mouth.”

Soonyoung groans into my ear. He slips his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down just enough to release his already stiff cock.

“Fuck…”

It’s long and veined, straining at it’s desperate need of attention. While he moves to straddle over my chest, Jihoon traces his fingers down my thighs, moving to settle between my legs. I can feel his lips pressing against my hipbone, then much lower at the side of my knee, slowly trailing upwards.

Soonyoung, now straddling my torso, grasps his cock in his hand and starts pumping, “open.”

I eagerly oblige, opening my mouth wide as my tongue sticks out. He moans at the sight, running a hand through my hair to brush it out of my face. He mumbles a soft, “pretty,” before angling his dick down against my tongue, still stroking it with his hand. I don’t wait for him to move in, instead I tilt my head up and close my lips around him. He gasps and I feel his body clench over me as he moves his hand.

“Brat.”

He says gruffly, his amusement evident. I glance up at him as I start to take him in deeper. I’m sure he can feel me smile around him. His tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth in focus. A bead of sweat drips down his neck, making me groan hungrily. His hands move to both grasp in my hair, taking back some semblance of control as he bobs my head over his length. I feel jostled and disoriented, but can’t help but chuckle at his eagerness to be in charge.

My smug mood shifts suddenly as I feel Jihoon again. His teeth bite at the delicate skin of my inner thigh and I moan softly around Soonyoung who shivers at the vibration.

“Ah, shit. Jihoon do that again.”

I feel his lips trail up higher, closer and closer to where I want them most.

I don’t have to wait long.

His tongue is the first to meet me, sliding down between my folds before flicking up against my clit. I groan, forcing myself not to clench my teeth down around Soonyoung’s cock. The sensation of Jihoon eating me out causing me to twitch involuntarily in pleasure. I feel him hum in satisfaction against my heat, and his tongue continues it’s teasing. His lips kiss against me, sucking at the sensitive apex. My hands dig into Soonyoung’s thighs as I resist crying out. The pinch of my nails seems to awaken Soongyoung and he starts thrusting into me again, murmuring praises in a deep and velvety voice I’d never heard from him before.

Jihoon’s fingers soon join his tongue, probing into me, testing my sensitivity. Hearing me gasp again as he slips two of them in. He keeps his tongue busy with my clit. My legs tremble and clamp down on his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind, holding them in place as he smothers himself in me. His nose buries deep as he takes a second to breathe before plunging back in.

If my mouth wasn’t full I’d be cursing his name.

He slips in another finger and latches his lips onto me, finding a relentless rhythm as his tongue flicks quickly against me. I drip down his chin and coat my folds, making his entry easy. As his fingers work me open his thumb slips down and easily presses into my ass.

As if some button was pushed, my legs tremble and hips buck into him as a sudden release takes over me. It washes over me like a wave of heat then slowly fades, leaving me a whimpering mess.

Soonyoung thirsts faster, watching the pleasure on my face and getting off to it. After several deep thrusts that have me gagging, he pulls out suddenly.

“That’s it. Wanna fuck you properly. Ji, switch me.”

He rounds his leg off me and sits to the side, giving me a sinful view of Jihoon between my legs.

“Mm?”

His voice is muffled from my thighs but then he sits his head up, his chin glistening with slick. He looks between the two of us and sits up fully. Swiping his tongue over his bottom lip to clean off the juices he moves to let Soonyoung take his place. I watch in eager anticipation.

Jihoon now straddles my chest, his weight distributed differently, but he keeps the bulk of it off me. He’s stripped his own boxers at some point and I get a close view at his cock. Built wide and sturdy like he is, it’s different from Soonyoung’s, but the same shade of needy pink dusts his tip. Without him needing to ask, I open wide to him. He bites his lip at the sight and curses under his breath before slipping over my tongue into me.

For a moment I expect Soonyoung’s tongue or fingers to enter me, but instead my legs are swiftly pulled up, folding me as he lines himself up with my already soaked and sensitive entrance.

Jihoon strokes himself in me gently, letting my tongue trail over him, feeling the vibrations as I moan when Soonyoung plunges into me. My legs hook over his shoulders as he starts a relentless pound. The roughness, combined with Jihoon filling my mouth makes a few tears roll down my cheek.

I continue to suck eagerly, my hands gripping Jihoon’s ass as he perches over me.

His hand pats my cheek gently, and despite the overstimulation I manage to open my eyes to glance up at him. He wipes a tear from my face and bites his lip. I nod slightly, digging into the flesh of his ass more firmly. He takes this as a sign that I’m alright and quickens his pace to match Soonyoung’s.

The tent is filled with our combined groans and slapping of skin. I feel the pressure build again in my core as Soonyoung angles higher, but then he slows his pace.

‘Mm, wanna go deeper…flip over,” his last words are accentuated with a firm slap to the side of my ass, making me moan and flinch.

Jihoon pulls back from my mouth and gets off of me, continuing to pump his dick in his hands as I flip over on my knees. I’m rewarded with another slap to my ass once I'm in position. Soonyoung grabs Woozi’s arm and pulls him closer to kneel by him.

“You want us, right baby?”

Soonyoung’s voice drips with authority and I whimper before squeaking out a small, “yes.”

“You want us both?”

“Yes!”

His fingers find me again, stretching me with one, two, three, then a fourth. I bury my head in the pillow to muffle my moans as I widen my legs in anticipation.

“That’s it, open wide.”

The familiar head of Soonyoung presses into me first, but then a wider presence is felt beside it. I let out a deep groan as I realize what’s happening. Their dicks line up together as close as they can get them, the angle odd for a moment before they find the right position. Slowly, achingly slow, they press in. My body eager to take them as they both moan in unison. They aren’t able to sink in far, but the stretch at my entrance is enough to make me shake. I cry out their names again, getting another rough slap across my ass in response.

“Jihoon, go lie down.”

They back off from me and I slump a bit to the ground. Jihoon gives a confused look for a moment, but the glint in Soonyoung’s eye makes him obey. He moves to sit down beside me.

Soonyoung grabs my hips from behind and pulls me back, flush against him, making me sit up again on my hands.

“Get under her, Ji.”

Jihoon glances at me, the harshness of his usual scowl completely gone, replaced with a wide eyed expression of adoration. He scoots closer and lays flat under me as I move up to loom over him.

“Now you can really take us both.”

Soonyoung reaches between my legs and grasps around Jihoon’s cock, still slick and eager as he starts pumping him. Something like pure bliss washes over his face as he bites his lip, soft whimpers pouring from him as he gasps under me. I can’t help but watch, soaking in each detail.

“Soonie!”

“I know, good boy.”

Jihoon’s whine turns into a full moan as his cock is moved to my entrance. We both gasp as I take him in fully for the first time. I bury my face in his neck, my curses stifled as I bite his shoulder. We settle for a moment, letting me get used to the new size before Soonyoung spits across his fingers and promptly rubs them at my other entrance.

“S-Soonyoung…!” His name gets caught in my throat as his fingers press in. The sensation is even tighter with Jihoon taking up most of the space below, but Soonyoung is determined.

“You can take it.”

After a few more strokes with his fingers he leans up on his knees and presses his tip along the edge, slowly inching it in my ass. I bite down on Jihoon’s shoulder again which makes him gasp in my ear. He whines my name, a sound so delicious I’m already addicted to it, and I start trailing kisses up his neck shoulder to soothe him. I let out a strangled cry as suddenly Soonyoung plunges the rest of the way in.

I can hear him breathing heavy behind me, looking down at the sight before him in awe, “you got it. Just breathe. You can take it.”

He rubs my ass and back soothingly as I mumble incoherently.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice softer than before.

Jihoon and I moan in agreement.

“Set the pace, Ji. I’ll move with you.”

“Ha…ah…kay.”

Jihoon’s hands find my hips and start rocking me on his length, keeping me bent over so they could both stay in as we moved. It’s a slow, languid pace, but steady. I whisper praises in his ear between kisses, my voice strangled from how tight I felt.

“Just like that…yes!…good.”

His pace falters as he groans and I take the opportunity to swallow it, forming my mouth onto his. Soonyoung seems to pick up on the shift and takes control while Jihoon stalls. Now only Soonyoung moved within me, his pace more than double time what Jihoon had been thrusting before. I take out my pleasure on Jihoon’s lips, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth before plunging my tongue down his throat. He submitted easily, his hands palming at the soft skin at my sides, fingers digging into me as I sucked his tongue.

I try and keep myself quiet but each thrust from Soonyoung pulses me forward, the pressure still tight and aching between my legs. As I was almost writhing again over Jihoon, a hand slips down my waist to my clit and starts applying small circles of pleasure.

That was all I needed.

With a cry that could be heard over the distant thunder, I come hard. My legs tremble and walls clench around Jihoon, making him gasp with me. His fingers dig deeper into my skin as he curses loudly, “ah! Fuck…tight!”

Soonyoung rubs my back again, his pace slowed to a gentle pulse. He patiently waits for my whimpers and shaking to subside before pulling out of me. His focus shifts to Jihoon.

“Bea, your turn to lay down.”

All I can do is nod as I slowly lift off of Jihoon, both of us letting out a sound of protest at the loss of contact. I tumble to his side and he leans over to brush my hair from my forehead and place small but soothing kisses to my temple. Once I’m out of the way, and cared for, Soonyoung grabs Jihoon’s hips and pulls him towards him like he did to me. Jihoon’s cry of surprise melts into a knowing moan.

“On your knees.”

Jihoon obeys, rolling over to turn on his hands and knees. Soonyoung’s arms wrap around his waist, much less gentle than he just was with me, and pulls the smaller man up to sit against his chest. His grasp was strong around Jihoon, keeping him just a bit off the ground as he lined up behind him. Begging incoherently, he babbled as Soonyoung unceremoniously thrust up into him. Jihoon jolted forward but remained in place by his friend’s strong arms.

“That’s it. You take me so well too, Jihoonie.”

The other doesn’t respond, too busy letting out high pitched moans, achingly close already to a release. His hand naturally falls to his still hard member, but Soonyoung stops him.

“Bea, you wanna keep playing?”

I blink out of my lustful haze as I realize he’s addressing me. He chuckles at the look on my face and grips around Jihoon’s cock, making him cry out again.

“I think our Jihoonie misses that pretty mouth of yours.”

Jihoon’s begging get louder, he opens an eye to look at me expectantly. He mutters my name, waking me from my trance and I crawl over to him. I’m still a bit weak to hold myself up, but I kneel down and wrap my hand over Soonyoung’s as we both start to pump him. His whines turn into needy cries, higher pitched than I would have ever imagined he could. Without bothering to wait for the other hand to be removed I take him into my mouth, my tongue dancing over his tip. He hisses at the sensitivity, “ah! Please…I can’t—”

Soonyoung strokes him into me as he thrusts behind him, using me as nothing but a hole to thrust Jihoon’s cock into.

“Come with me, baby, I know you’re close too.”

Soonyoung growls in his ear. The sound goes straight to my core even if he isn’t talking to me. Jihoon’s whines get louder again and his hands find my hair, holding it back as he clenches it in his fists.

“Gonna—”

I hum in acknowledgement, holding my place firmly. Soonyoung knows what this means and he quickens his pace to a brutal pound before stalling once Jihoon is deep in my throat. Both boys falter as they reach their joint climax. Soonyoung muffles his moans by biting on Jihoon’s shoulder, but the younger one doesn’t hold back. The sounds he makes as he comes are nothing but filthy, but it’s music to the two of us. His warmth shoots down my throat and I stagger back a bit as I choke, but manage to take it all. Once his fingers release their grip on my hair I pull away, leaving him with a satisfying pop. His hips still buckle as he and Soonyoung come down from their highs. His grip relaxes on Jihoon and he slowly slides out of him, a similar whine of disappointment as their contact is lost too. I sit back, then flop down on the stiff flooring of the tent. The boys eventually join beside me. Jihoon spoons behind me, seeking something to hold, while Soonyoung spoons behind him, making sure to be gentle now. He trails kisses over Jihoon’s marked skin, murmuring praises. His hand reaches over and gives my hip a gentle squeeze, “Good…good too.”

I take his weak words as praise and hum happily in response, nuzzling back into Jihoon who I feel hide his face in my hair.

The rain outside is still heavy, and for a moment it’s the only sound in the space aside from our breathing. Until Soonyoung chuckles softly, “I thought you said you guys didn’t like me.”

“Shut up.”

Jihoon and I groan in unison, which makes Soonyoung laugh again.

“I didn’t get to taste you, Soonyoung,” I look over my shoulder at him, my lips puffy in a playful pout.

“Next time then,” he smirks, those eyes still glowing even through his exhaustion.

“Next time?” Jihoon sighs, “next time let’s not do this on a stiff campground. You guys are paying for my chiropractor bill.”

“Oh, I could help you relax for free.”

Soonyoun’s suggestive comment and wandering hands are cut off by a pillow hitting his face as I throw one over.

Jihoon giggles and mumbles, “Thanks, Bea,” into my hair.

“Anytime, Jihoonie”

I purr the nickname teasingly. He groans behind me now, clearly annoyed. Soonyoung and I can’t help but laugh.