#poly!teukchul

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oppa: a term used by a female to refer to a male, older than her, that she is close to

sshi: a Korean honorific used when the speaker is relatively unfamiliar with the object of their words, usually regardless of age

sunbaenim: a term used by a junior to refer to a senior in the industry

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She waved goodbye to Yesung-oppa as he got into the van. He responded in kind, a smile flashing across his handsome face before the door slid shut and his manager stepped on the gas. The car pulled away from the driveway, and Taeyeon watched it become smaller and smaller as the distance between it and the building grew.

Minus Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa, the rest of the present members of Super Junior had all left. Taeyeon had a habit of leaving shooting locations late; fitting for her admittedly control freak tendencies, she wanted to make sure everything was in order and the staff were comfortable as they wrapped up the set. It was common for her to leave at least an hour after everyone else, almost to the point that she felt uncomfortable when anyone was left after her.

Now, where were Heechul-oppa and Leeteuk-oppa? The former wasn’t the type to stay later like this, and the latter, though often taking a bit more time to leave, didn’t usually stick around so long, either. The last time Taeyeon had seen them, they’d been getting their makeup cleaned off by their stylists, as Taeyeon had earlier. Maybe they’d already left?

As Taeyeon trudged through the halls, she took advantage of the quiet and time alone to reflect on the filming that had gone on today. It was definitely something she would look back on fondly in the near future – awkward, yes, having to play the titular devil of Super Junior’s song and pinning Yesung-oppa against the hood of a car while whispering in his ear, but she’d become closer to her senior for it. She liked Yesung-oppa; he was patient, funny, professional, and good-natured – the type of person that fit right into the chaotic mess that was Super Junior.

She passed by some of the staff, starting to pack up their equipment, and smiled at them, wishing them a good night. Retracing her steps back to her now-empty dressing room, as she’d earlier told her own stylist Sohee that she could get off early (since her sister, Dakyung, who lived in Japan, was getting married and she had to catch a flight), Taeyeon opened the door and froze. Blinked. Not quite surprised at what she saw, per se, but definitely surprised that it was happening here of all places.

Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were sprawled on the couch of the dressing room in a messy, uncoordinated tangle of limbs. Their bodies were pressed almost unnaturally close to each other, as if trying to meld into one being with all the desperation of burning lovers.

Because that was what they were. Lovers. Their clothes were strewn without rhyme and reason on the ground, expensive costumes scattered about the cold floor like they couldn’t possibly be of less consequence. Jungsoo-oppa was splayed on top of Heechul-oppa, the latter’s legs spread wide for the former, his head thrown back on the pillow in ecstasy and a cock drilling inside him, even as the two men’s gazes found her, still standing frozen at the doorway.

It took less than a second for a countless number of somethings to flash in Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa’s gazes – shock, mortification, shame, defiance, panic, and others that Taeyeon couldn’t identify or flickered too fast for her to comprehend. But glazed over it all, making their eyes glassy and their pupils dilate, was bliss, shining like a beacon in the two men’s eyes.

Bliss.

Bliss.

Heechul-oppa’s eyes slammed shut as he cried out, turning away from Taeyeon to bury his face in the crook between Jungsoo-oppa’s sweaty neck and shoulder. His entire body twitched and spasmed, and she didn’t need to see for herself to know that his insides were clenching around his lover’s cock. Riled by the other man’s orgasm, Jungsoo-oppa let out a sharp, choked moan, shuddering and seizing as the muscles of his pelvis visibly tensed to drive himself into the deepest point of his fellow member. Taeyeon didn’t need anyone to tell her what had happened then, either.

And she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the area between her legs tingle slightly at the sight.

As Jungsoo-oppa collapsed on top of Heechul-oppa, both men heaving as they caught their breath and turned identical stares full of an odd mixture of chagrin and hazy desire at her, she inhaled deeply, not quite certain what she was supposed to do in this situation.

“Taeyeon-sshi?” The voice of the director rang from around the corner. Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa tensed considerably, and Taeyeon practically saw their instinct to jump apart from each other and hide, but that would expose both of them to her eyes completely, and that, well – she could see why it was embarrassing and made them slow to act.

Fortunately for them, she wasn’t. She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her, grimacing at the awkward realization that she was about to be alone with two naked men who happened to be two of her closest friends. It wasn’t like she was completely averse to it, because, if she was being honest with herself, she had become attracted to both of them, and she was almost certain that they had both become attracted to her, too. The little glances that flitted between them, the sparks that seemed to fly when their fingers accidentally brushed or their shoulders unintentionally bumped, the sudden and subtle awkwardness with which Jungsoo-oppa acted around her since last month, and the abrupt realization that Heechul-oppa had at some point two months ago begun staring at her with eyes a little too dark to be proper when looking at a friend – they all made words unnecessary.

But did she ever think she’d end up in this situation? No. Taeyeon wasn’t surprised at the fact in itself that Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were also a little more than friends. It was just a little bit less than obvious to her, really, and it surprised her sometimes, how not many other people seemed to see it. The air between them was absolutely charged with tension. The way that they looked at each other – like they were looking at a person whom they were confident as being completely, utterly on their side – that said much more than just simple friends.

No, she wasn’t surprised that they were having sex.

But she was surprised that the first time she’d received visual confirmation of her suspicion, it was taking place in her dressing room, the possibility of being walked in on far too likely for anyone’s taste. Maybe that was part of what got them off, but were they stupid? Didn’t they get the risk of doing this here?

She glared at them as she flicked the lock of the door dismissively with her pinky finger. They met her gaze defiantly, although the shame flashing in their eyes told her that they thought she was glaring at the fact that they were having sex in itself, rather than the utter idiocy of the circumstances behind it.

“Taeyeon-sshi?” The voice was outside the door now. “Taeyeon-sshi, are you in there?”

Taeyeon pressed her index finger to her lips, looking pointedly at Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa. Maybe it was unnecessary, maybe it was only common sense to be quiet in a situation like this, but Taeyeon wasn’t sure how much trust she had left in their intelligence after they decided that fucking in her dressing room was a good idea. She pointedly ignored the vaguely offended expressions floating over their faces at her reminding them something that should be obvious.

But then again, so should the thought that maybe, just maybe, having sex with one of your members in a place where you could be seen was not – just might not be – a good idea.

The three of them remained completely silent until they heard footsteps walking away from the door and down the hall. Taeyeon pressed her ear carefully against the wood, listening to the sound of the producer moving further and further away until she could no longer hear him at all. Then she turned back to the two men, her eyes saying everything she needed to say.

Jungsoo-oppa spoke first. He seemed unsure of what to do; not willing to get off Heechul and flash her with their completely naked bodies, but also not exactly pleased in this compromising situation. The awkward tense of both their muscles let her know that they were both trying hard to prevent certain fluids from staining the furniture.  

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice raw from all the moaning and groaning that he and Heechul had no doubt been up to. “For that save.”

Heechul-oppa, by far the more shameless of the two, was staring patronizingly right back at Taeyeon, refusing to look away. Still, she knew him well enough by now to know he was embarrassed, just much better at hiding it than Jungsoo-oppa, whose expression was growing more awkward and conflicted by the second.

“I wouldn’t have had to save you if you two weren’t stupider than I can express in words,” Taeyeon said bluntly, deliberately refusing to let her eyes trail down their naked bodies. Those muscled arms, those chiseled backs, those toned legs – she wouldn’t look at them, not without permission. But she wasn’t going to look away from their faces either; the two men were far from off the hook. Their fucking, as passionate and enjoyable as it had seemed from that glimpse she’d gotten, had not impressed her in the slightest with its utter absence of discretion.

After a music video shoot, no less! How could they be so careless?

“You aren’t wrong…” Jungsoo-oppa muttered. At least he had the decency to admit it – Heechul-oppa just stared. Taeyeon met his dark brown eyes, not challengingly, but confidently, letting him know that she wasn’t going to cave until he gave some sign of the shame that she knew he was feeling.

She blinked as the sudden observation that it wasn’t with brazenness that Heechul-oppa was looking at her, not anymore, sunk in. But it wasn’t the first time she’d seen that glint in his gaze before. The opaqueness of his eyes, the hunger in them, as they slid down her body appreciatively, was something she was very familiar with.

She was still in the snug red dress she had been assigned to wear for the last scene they shot today.

A pleasant prickling sensation traveling up her spine at the realization of how little her attire left to the imagination, Taeyeon’s eyes flitted to Jungsoo-oppa. He was staring, too. The desire with which he looked at her wasn’t as overt and shamelessly blatant as the desire with which Heechul-oppa did, but it was definitely there. Just better hidden because Jungsoo-oppa was actually bothering to try to conceal it. But the way his teeth sank almost thoughtfully into his lower lip, the uncharacteristically heated gleam in his eyes, the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled deeply told her more than words could say.

“We’re going now,” Heechul-oppa declared huskily. He was not looking at her eyes as he made his statement, deliberately, for her viewing pleasure, letting his gaze fall… lower. “Get off me, Jungsoo.”

Jungsoo-oppa glanced at his lover, then back at Taeyeon, then back at his lover, uncertainty merging with the lust in his eyes to form a very odd mixture. Still, Taeyeon couldn’t deny how absolutely hot he looked – how absolutely hot they both looked. She shifted, pressing her thighs together to relieve the pressure gathering between them. Heechul-oppa’s eyes glinted; he had noticed, and she was not complaining that he had.

The self-proclaimed Universe Superstar turned his gaze to Jungsoo. “Come on, get off,” he said. “I’m sure Taeyeon didn’t appreciate the sight of us fucking in her dressing room. Let’s go.” His eyes darted toward her again, as if to ask, Did you?

“Hold on.”

Her order had both men diverting their full attention to her. Heechul-oppa looked like a cat that had gotten the cream; Jungsoo-oppa looked shocked. “Pardon?” His voice was soft.

“I appreciated the sight very much,” Taeyeon admitted quietly, but not shyly. “Enough to want to keep watching, actually.”

The chuckle that left Heechul-oppa’s mouth was dark with promise. “I always knew you were a freak, Taeyeon.”

She shrugged. “Between the two of us, you’re the bigger freak, I bet.” Only then did she realize, concerned, that the other member of Super Junior was not responding. Heechul-oppa seemed more than willing, not that she was surprised, but this wasn’t going to happen if any one of the three of them had any objections. “Jungsoo-oppa…”

Her voice calling his name seemed to startle Super Junior’s leader, because he blinked, expression morphing into faint disbelief as he met her gaze, almost in a daze. “You want to watch us… have sex?” he asked, tentatively, as if speaking the very words was a risk that might send her running. It was cute, honestly. Jungsoo-oppa was cute, even though he was ten years older than her. It might not have been appropriate for the situation, but Taeyeon felt her heart swell slightly with a feeling of affection for the man.

Below his lover, Heechul-oppa rolled his eyes so hard that she was afraid briefly they would get stuck at the back of his skull.

“Yeah,” she answered, “I do. I want to watch you two have sex, and maybe… a little more than that.”

“So you’re proposing voyeurism and now a threesome?” Heechul-oppa summed up for her, his voice lilting with sensual approval. “You really are deep into that stuff, aren’t you?”

Taeyeon didn’t bother replying. He already knew the answer. She kept her eyes on Jungsoo-oppa, who had been silent during the entire exchange, his face growing increasingly surprised by the direction their conversation was going.

“Jungsoo-oppa, is that okay with you?” She addressed Super Junior’s leader carefully, studying his expression. So far, all she could detect was faint bewilderment of the entire situation. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to be so unsurprised by his liaison with Heechul-oppa, much less her willingness to watch and participate rather than trying to dissuade their relationship.

Well, Taeyeon had no interest in doing that. Whatever was between Super Junior’s eldest members was between them, and she really didn’t care what it was. They could be in love or they could be fuck buddies, it was no matter to her. All she knew was that they were both attracted to her, she was attracted to both of them, so if all of them were willing, why not give it a shot?

“Is your place open, Taeyeon?”

Jungsoo-oppa’s forward question caught Taeyeon off guard. Not bothering to hide her surprise, she arched her eyebrows and met the leader’s eyes pointedly. To her delight, there was no sign of unwillingness in Jungsoo-oppa’s gaze. In fact, she noted darkly, it wasn’t that he wasn’t unwilling, it was that he was eager. His pupils had darkened over, his tongue absentmindedly darting out to swipe over his lower lip as he blatantly eyed her body.  

Smirking triumphantly, Taeyeon snapped her fingers in front of her face. “Eyes up here,” she ordered, and Jungsoo-oppa complied immediately, their gazes locking. His obedience sent a shiver of delight up Taeyeon’s spine, imagining all the possibilities of what she could do with it later. But he’d also seemed to enjoy being assertive, if the way he’d been thrusting into Heechul-oppa just minutes prior was any indication. She could make good use of that, too…

“It’s open,” she confirmed, and she didn’t miss the anticipation flashing in his gaze, the deepening of his breath at the things that the three of them could get up to in the privacy of her apartment. Heechul-oppa saw it, too. He laughed breathlessly, running a sultry hand down his fellow member’s bare arm and eliciting a subtle shiver from him. “God, you’re such a slut, Jungsoo.”

“So are you,” came the leader’s soft, throaty reply. “The way you moan when I fuck you says everything that’s needed.”

Heechul-oppa glared, but there was no heat behind it. Taeyeon smiled, amused despite herself; their dynamic hadn’t changed, even with their sexual relationship, and frankly, she wasn’t surprised. She didn’t know of the two men were aware of it, but it was blatant just how much more than physical partners they were to each other. They were still up to the same senseless shenanigans that they always were, the senseless shenanigans that she found charming in both of them.

“Just so you know,” she piped up, changing the subject in favor of giving them a brief scolding – because really, they deserved it. “If you two ever decide that fucking on a music video set location is a good idea again, I won’t bother with saving you twice.”

“We get it, we get it,” Heechul-oppa grumbled, rolling his eyes. He pushed against Jungsoo-oppa’s shoulder impatiently, demanding that the other man get off him.

To Taeyeon’s surprise, the leader didn’t hesitate. If he had had qualms about being naked in front of her before, he didn’t now. He slowly shifted off of Heechul-oppa’s body and stood, leaving them both completely bare before her eyes. Taeyeon’s breath hitched as she drank in the sight of them unashamedly; their long, toned limbs, their graceful, pale throats, their sturdily muscled abdominals, and of course – the deep v shapes that tapered down into their cocks. She licked her lips absentmindedly at the sight, not bothering to hide the surge of desire that arched through her veins.

They were absolutely gorgeous, she thought appreciatively. Watching them fuck each other – it would be a sight to behold, she was sure.

But for now, they had to get off the set location and to the privacy of her apartment. The two men were clearly thinking the same, for they began picking up their clothes from off the ground where they had been so carelessly discarded. Taeyeon helped silently, although on the inside she was still a little bit annoyed at the carelessness they had displayed.

About the pulsing between her legs that was refusing to abate, she said nothing. But from the half-lidded, furtive glances that she, Jungsoo-oppa, and Heechul-oppa shared between each other, it was no secret to any of them.

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After the two men had gotten dressed and they’d all undergone the long process of makeup removal, impatiently trying to suppress the tingling in their bodies in the climbing of their heart rates, the three of them had bid the remaining staff goodbye and made their way to Taeyeon’s apartment. The car ride had been full of whispered, salacious comments, mischievous touches, lips brushing against skin and fingers seeking sensitive places.

But they were finally in the privacy of her home, and all restraints were torn apart. Heechul-oppa had barely closed the door behind them when Jungsoo-oppa grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him, molding their mouths together with an aggressiveness that she hadn’t expected from such a sweet man. His tongue swept along the seam of her lips, barely giving her time to part them before sliding into her mouth and making contact with hers. Taeyeon moaned, clasping her hands against the nape of his neck and pulling him closer to her. Her entire body was on fire, her nerves thrumming, her skin prickling, her heartbeat thudding. And when she felt Heechul-oppa press against her from behind, grinding his hardening cock against her backside through the suddenly too-stuffy fabric of their clothes, electricity arced through her entire body. She shuddered.

Jungsoo-oppa broke their frenzied mash of lips to trail lower, kissing and sucking his way down her jaw and to the arch of her throat, while Heechul-oppa nipped her earlobe, one of his hands snaking up to her breast and pressing at the nipple through the layers of fabric. Taeyeon gasped, her head falling back against Heechul-oppa’s shoulder as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Stop,” she panted out, taking Jungsoo-oppa’s face in her hands and pulling him back up to his full height. Behind her, Heechul-oppa released her earlobe and brought his hand back to himself. “What’s the matter?” he asked, a thrill traveling up her spine at the sound of his hoarse voice so close against the sensitive flesh of her ear. He sounded incredibly sexy, but it was tampered with a tint of concern. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she replied quickly. Why would she want to stop? Never. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is?” This time it was Jungsoo-oppa who spoke, gazing at her attentively. It warmed Taeyeon’s heart to see the sincerity in his eyes, the worry in Heechul-oppa’s voice. In that moment, she trusted them completely to take care of her.

Reaching back, she gently palmed Heechul-oppa’s cock. He hissed sharply, probably not expecting the bold move after she’d made them halt their own ministrations on her. Giving Jungsoo-oppa one more quick but heated kiss and then pulling away, Taeyeon turned to face the other man, younger by nine days, and tugged demandingly at the hem of the T-shirt he wore.

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he pulled the article of clothing off to reveal his pale, well-muscled upper body. Not wasting a second, Taeyeon ran her arms over the newly revealed flesh, her hands sweeping over his chest and abdominals and eliciting a shaky breath from him. It would have been fun, watching him unravel further beneath her touch, but she was too impatient to wait.

“Lay down on the sofa, oppa,” Taeyeon ordered breathlessly, and was met with a raised eyebrow and a gaze full of curious anticipation. Behind her, Jungsoo-oppa softly laughed. “Listen to the lady, Heechul,” Super Junior’s leader commanded.

Shrugging, Heechul-oppa did, shuffling over to the sofa and laying down on the piece of furniture. He looked delectable, spread out before her like that, his bare chest heaving with his heavy breaths and his thick locks mussed and tousled.

Taking Jungsoo-oppa’s hand, Taeyeon led him to the sofa too. “You can watch if you want, Jungsoo-oppa,” she said. “Or join in. It doesn’t matter.”

“Alright.” The leader’s gaze was somehow both dark and burning at the same time, shifting between Taeyeon herself and Heechul, sprawled shirtless on the couch. He was enjoying this much more than she’d thought he would.

Smiling to herself, Taeyeon climbed onto the sofa, undid the button of Heechul-oppa’s jeans, and slid them off down his legs. A faint, almost indiscernible groan left the man as his cock received some freedom from the confines of his pants, although it was still buried under the fabric of the undergarments that he wore, forming a visible and growing tent. Taeyeon pressed the heel of her palm gently against the tip of the rising lump, and Heechul-oppa twisted, gasping. Beneath her hand, she could feel him hardening further.

It would have been lovely to tease him some more, but Taeyeon wanted to get right to it. She had been patient long enough, and there would be plenty of opportunities later to wear down both Heechul-oppa and Leeteuk-oppa until they were begging her to stop goading.

That sounded a like a wonderful night all on its own. But for another time.

Taeyeon wrapped her fingers around the waistband of Heechul-oppa’s boxers and pulled them down, flinging the undergarments somewhere behind her. She glanced over at Jungsoo-oppa to make sure he was having his fill as well, and those eyes, so saturated with blazing lust as they alternated between herself and his fellow member, assured her that he definitely was.

“Like I said, Jungsoo-oppa,” Taeyeon called, “you can join anytime you want.”

“Wow, I’m getting kind of scared,” Heechul-oppa commented sarcastically. His words were light, even mocking, but everything else was a blatant testament to just how turned on he was. His voice was breathless and strained, his pupils were wide and blown, his normally pale cheeks were flushed with a ruddy hue, his fingers digging into the material of her sofa as he tried to control himself. And of course, the most telling sign – his cock was hardening and glistening with pre-cum under the dim light.

“Don’t be,” was Taeyeon’s simple reply before she maneuvered her body so that she was facing that swelling member. Off to the side, Jungsoo-oppa inhaled sharply. Heechul-oppa propped himself onto his elbows to look at her, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Are you really––”

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, enclosing her lips around it and wasting no time in swiping the searing-hot skin gently with her tongue. Without waiting, she went lower, taking more and more of the blood-swollen organ into her hot cavern, meticulously swiping over its length and girth with her tongue until she her lips were closed almost around the base of Heechul-oppa’s cock.

Heechul-oppa was squirming, panting, moaning, and Taeyeon had to plant a firm hand on his inner thigh to stop his legs from closing around her head. The noises he was making were absolutely delectable – something that Taeyeon knew she’d never forget the sound of. Smug pride surged through her as Heechul-oppa pushed his hips toward her, his fingers tangling in her hair and harshly tugging.

“Holy shit – how – where did you – oh fuck – learn to do – fuck!”

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the self-proclaimed Universe Superstar lose his composure so… utterly. As Taeyeon continued her ministrations, he writhed, mewled, gasped and whimpered, his fingers twisting in her hair with each calculated suck and each mischievous lick. More than pleased at Heechul-oppa’s response, Taeyeon tightened her lips around the base of his cock and hummed softly. The man she was giving her attentions to moaned, loud and unabashed and wanton.

At that moment, Jungsoo-oppa shifted forward to the other end of the couch, where Heechul-oppa’s head lay on the arm of the piece of furniture, long, smooth neck twisting every-which-way in response to Taeyeon’s mouth. Leaning down, the leader captured his fellow member’s lips hotly, cupping Heechul-oppa’s face in his hands to guide their mouths against each other. The sight made Taeyeon’s hands on Heechul-oppa’s thighs tighten, her legs instinctually pressing against each other to alleviate the heat stirring to life between them. Breathing deeply through her nose, she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the erotic image before her, letting it spur her on as she worked Heechul-oppa diligently with her lips and tongue. It didn’t take much more to bring him to his end. His cock twitched a few times, his hands in her hair tightened, yanking desperately at her scalp, and he broke his kiss with Jungsoo-oppa to throw his head back on the pillow, his eyes screwed shut and those plump lips parted in an absolutely filthy moan. Inside her mouth, hot, viscous liquid spurted everywhere as he reached his high.

Taeyeon pulled back and wiped her mouth, careful not to let any of Heechul-oppa’s seed slip from her mouth. She had something particular that she wanted to show him – and Jungsoo-oppa, too.

Crawling up Heechul-oppa’s body, she straddled him, the fabric of her clothes just barely brushing against his softening member. Jungsoo-oppa glanced at her, and Heechul-oppa looked up too, his chest heaving as he recovered from his high. He studied her blearily, mind clearly still clouded and blurred with endorphins, but he’d always been a perceptive person. The slight narrowing of his eyes told her that he, even in his partially blissed-out state, sensed she was up to something playful.

But they widened again when she parted her lips to allow her own index finger into her mouth before drawing it out, revealing the digit smeared with Heechul-oppa’s fluids. Only then did she let her throat flex as she swallowed what was in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Heechul-oppa gasped, closing his eyes again briefly as he processed what she had just done. His hands came up to grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh through her clothes as he tried to regain his composure. No sooner had he managed to catch his breath that Taeyeon kissed him. She roughly melded her mouth against his lips, already swollen from his earlier kiss with Jungsoo-oppa, wrapping a hand softly around his throat and stroking the pulse point with her thumb.

Not wanting the other participant of their frolicking to feel left out, Taeyeon glanced at Jungsoo-oppa, who was watching them with intense interest, his eyes drinking in every detail of her kiss with Heechul-oppa, and raised her hand to beckon him closer. When he approached, she broke apart from Heechul-oppa and slotted her mouth against Jungsoo-oppa’s instead. He was very responsive – probably highly turned on since she’d suggested that the three of them share a night together – and enthusiastically returned her kiss, cupping her face in his hands to maximize the contact between their lips.

Underneath her, Heechul-oppa sat up, sweeping the neckline of her shirt and the strap of her bra to the side to reveal the flesh of her shoulder. He grazed his lips lightly over the exposed area, making Taeyeon shiver pleasurably at the sensation. And when his mouth trailed higher, placing hot, wet kisses along her skin as he went, she gasped, breaking her kiss with Jungsoo-oppa.

Heechul-oppa arrived at her ear, gently nipping at the lobe before running his tongue over the shell. It was almost ticklish, a feeling that Taeyeon normally despised, but right now, she would have been absolutely loathe to lose it.

The second-oldest member of Super Junior paused, his lips just barely brushing against her ear. “Your turn,” he whispered, and Taeyeon shuddered at the sound of his voice, so breathy and so hoarse, sounding right next to her.

“Jungsoo,” Heechul-oppa called, turning to look at the leader, who was observing the two of them intently with hunger in his gaze. “You think we should focus on Taeyeon now?”

The other man’s only response was a singular dip of his head, and somehow, that one gesture sent a thrill down Taeyeon’s spine. It was so… predatory, almost, so full of promise and intent that she could practically feel the excitement thrumming through her veins.

“This would be better to do on the bed,” Heechul-oppa said, tapping pointedly at Taeyeon’s thigh. Getting the hint, she got off of him, and he stood from the couch, completely naked and without the slightest hint of shame, his cock still glistening from minutes earlier. Jungsoo-oppa, too, rose to his feet from where he had been kneeling in front of the sofa. The tent pressing against his pants was obvious, and Taeyeon eyed it unashamedly.

She hurriedly led them to her bedroom, not in the mood to tease for the throbbing slickness between her legs. No sooner had she ushered the two men in and closed the door, Jungsoo-oppa was on Heechul-oppa, roughly pulling the other man against him into an ungentle, heated kiss. His mouth dominated his friend’s, forcing their lips against each other in a sloppy, wet tangle of tongue and teeth. It was a beautiful sight, one that Taeyeon wasn’t willing to miss a second of, even if it meant she kept her eyes open and didn’t blink for the entirety of it.

When they at last broke apart, both men were flushed and panting, their pretty eyes half-lidded and their long lashes fluttering. Taeyeon left them to it for a few seconds, despite the desire to be touched burning stronger every second – when else would she get to watch two attractive men, so obviously intimate on a level that was more than physical, do this?

Two men that were both her close friends. She knew this was conventionally wrong, she knew that society would frown upon it. And the unspoken stigma against the whole act was what made it even more thrilling.

Jungsoo-oppa turned his gaze, clouded over with desire, to her. “Sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “We’re being a little too selfish.” He held out his hand in her direction – a silent invitation – and Heechul-oppa looked at her too, the lustful haze in his eyes mirroring that of Jungsoo-oppa’s. And probably hers as well.

And as much as Taeyeon didn’t mind watching the two men make out for longer, the throbbing between her legs was almost painful at this point, and certainly not something she felt that she could ignore any longer. So she smiled and took Jungsoo-oppa’s offered hand, letting him lead her to her bed.

“Heechul,” Super Junior’s leader called to his friend. “Sit. With your back against the headboard.”

Heechul-oppa complied without protest, maneuvering himself onto the mattress and moving the pillow out of the way so he was comfortably seated with his back parallel to and pressing against the bed’s headboard, looking at Jungsoo-oppa quizzically all the while. He looked beautiful, his lean, pale body spread completely bare across her bed. It was a sight that Taeyeon was unashamed to brazenly savor, her eyes trailing intently over his flesh.

“Sit between his legs, Taeyeon,” Jungsoo-oppa murmured. “Facing away from him.”

A general idea of what the leader’s plan was materializing in Taeyeon’s mind, she had to stop herself from pinching Jungsoo-oppa’s cheek fondly to signal her approval. Instead, she did as he said, moving over Heechul-oppa. The self-proclaimed Universe Superstar spread his legs so she could settle between them, careful not to press against his exposed member in any way that could be potentially uncomfortable.

“I’m the only one naked here.” There was a fake pout in Heechul-oppa’s voice that made Taeyeon smile. “You two are so inconsiderate.”

“Don’t be so uptight.” Taeyeon rolled her eyes. “If I have any say in it – which I do – we’ll all be naked before this night ends.” That shut him up. Maybe Heechul-oppa… well, both Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, really, hadn’t expected her to be so openminded about this. South Korea was firmly on the conservative end of the spectrum, and she doubted that many people would be looking upon their actions with too much kindness if they knew about them. (Not that that mattered. This was never going to get out.) But Taeyeon didn’t care for conventions; they were all willing, it felt good, she had contraceptives at the ready, and she was going to make strictly sure that both men wrapped their cocks before putting anything inside her.

“I’m looking forward to that,” Jungsoo-oppa commented, the roguish grin spread across his handsome face and the suggestive glint in his eyes giving his entire face an almost dark edge that Taeyeon was willing to bet the general public couldn’t imagine on such a kind and polite man. Unexpectedly, he pulled his shirt off, revealing a firm, toned upper body that had Taeyeon squirming against Heechul-oppa. Seeing his chest, his flat stomach, his long, muscled arms, only strengthened her desire to see the rest of him.

As if he was reading her mind – though really, all it required was some basic common sense – Jungsoo-oppa peeled off his jeans and underclothes in one quick movement, like he had been eagerly looking forward to doing just that. Taeyeon saw why; his cock sprung free from his clothes, still fairly limp but beginning to rapidly stand at attention.

The leader settled on the edge of the mattress, eyeing the two of them, and that was all Taeyeon had time to notice before Heechul-oppa’s hand snaked around to cup her left breast gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple and making her shiver and close her eyes, even through her clothes.

Without waiting, the second-oldest member of Super Junior gave her the same treatment she had given him earlier, pulling insistently at her sweater and the thin T-shirt she had on underneath. Wordlessly, Taeyeon gave in to him, raising her arms so he could pull the articles of clothing off and over her head, leaving her in only a bra and jeans. In front of them, she could feel Jungsoo-oppa’s searing gaze, taking in every detail.

Throwing her shirt and sweater somewhere to the side, Heechul-oppa wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, placing his chin gently on her shoulder so their heated skin pressed against each other. The surprisingly intimate and non-sexual action made Taeyeon’s heart squirm unexpectedly in her chest. She let her head fall back against him, hearing Jungsoo-oppa shift forward until he was directly in front of her and pressing a sweet, open-mouthed kiss against her collarbone, the searing warmth of his body washing over her front. Shivering, Taeyeon reached up and carded her fingers through his hair, the tips of her digits brushing against his scalp. Jungsoo-oppa’s sigh of pleasure did not go unheard by her ears.

The leader of Super Junior moved gradually lower, kissing his way down her body, briefly stopping at her breasts to graze his lips over them, reaching behind to undo the hook of her bra and let it fall away. He continued his descent until he was low enough to hook his fingers around the strap of her jeans and pull, the denim slipping down her legs and baring her skin to both men’s gazes. When the jeans had come completely off, Jungsoo-oppa dropped them on the floor next to the bed. He positioned himself so he could push her legs apart with his hands and gently nip her inner thigh, making Taeyeon flinch from something other than discomfort. Instinct was telling her to press her legs together, to abate the insistent pulsing between them, but Jungsoo-oppa’s firm grip was in the way, leaving her wriggling her hips in an attempt to find some sort of friction.

The sharp smack against her thigh prompted her to stop her movement, understanding Jungsoo-oppa’s unspoken words. That didn’t mean she didn’t gasp, though, when Super Junior’s leader grasped the material of her panties in his hands and pulled down, exposing her throbbing core to his hungry gaze. Taeyeon shuddered as the cool air washed over her womanhood, and even more so when she saw that Jungsoo-oppa’s gaze was shamelessly drinking in every detail of her center, his eyes seeming almost black in the dim light. Or had they actually darkened?

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and he didn’t give her the chance to respond before he dove in.

Taeyeon’s entire body jerked and a high-pitched moan tore from her lips as she felt Jungsoo-oppa’s mouth make contact with her core. Without preamble, he teased her folds apart and closed his lips around her throbbing, dampening clit, flicking his tongue expertly over its tip. Almost of their own free will, Taeyeon’s hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling as she instinctively tried to flinch away from the delicate assault. But Jungsoo-oppa wrapped his arms firmly around her legs, keeping her planted in place, and Heechul-oppa was behind her, preventing her from moving back – brushing his lips against the curve of her neck, she was vaguely aware. Groaning and whimpering, Taeyeon could only sit there and take the sparks originating at her core, where Jungsoo-oppa was deftly working, and spreading outward to roll over the rest of her nerves.

At her back, she felt something pressing against her rear, hot and hardening by the moment. If she weren’t so foggy-brained from Jungsoo-oppa’s ministrations, Taeyeon would have had the presence of mind to explicitly label it in her head as Heechul-oppa’s cock.

Instinct was telling her to close her legs, but the person in between them made that rather impossible, and Taeyeon couldn’t muster enough strength in her muscles to fight against Jungsoo-oppa’s hold on her lower limbs. She moaned and cried as Super Junior’s leader expertly slowed his pace and then sped it up again, playing with sensations to keep her on the edge and prevent his caresses from falling into any predictable sequence. A particularly well-placed flick of his tongue along the length of her clit made her twitch, her chest heaving as she fought for breath. Her dampness had soaked between her legs, only enhancing the pleasure that shot through her body with every contact of Jungsoo-oppa’s lips and tongue against her womanhood.

“Fuck,” she panted, twisting her fingers desperately in Jungsoo-oppa’s hair. “Jungsoo – holy shit – right there.”

He obeyed her dazed command, lapping again at that spot that had had her legs flexing and her chest heaving and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Taeyeon keened, yanking sharply on his hair in the midst of her blissed stupor, but Jungsoo-oppa didn’t even falter. He continued his ministrations with devastating persistence and unfailing consistency, gently licking and sucking as Taeyeon writhed above him, her head thrown back on Heechul-oppa’s shoulder. Heechul-oppa, for his part, wrapped a hand lightly around her throat, his thumb deftly stroking her pulse point, a pleasurable sensation that made her nerves shudder. His manhood, still propped against her back end, was even harder, and she could feel it throbbing.

Jungsoo-oppa stopped, pulling his tongue back, although she could still feel his hot, heavy breath against her core. Whining in protest at the sudden and jarring lack of stimulation, Taeyeon opened her eyes and glanced down, only to come grinding to a halt with a hard swallow. Jungsoo-oppa, still between her legs, was looking up at her, and their eyes locked. His mouth and chin were smeared with glistening wetness. Her wetness, she realized, just as his tongue flicked over his lips, licking her essence from the smooth skin.

Holy fuck. Taeyeon had to rip her gaze away, or she might have ended right then and there. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to piece her composure back together – but Jungsoo-oppa didn’t give her the chance. From the corner of her eye, she could have sworn he flashed a grin – that pure, dimpled grin that so many people associated with Super Junior’s angelic leader – and buried his face between her legs again. His mouth latched onto her core, and the sensation, amplified by her slickness, made Taeyeon yelp. The high-pitched shriek of surprise and pleasure quickly dwindled down to low, helpless mewls as Jungsoo-oppa’s efforts redoubled. His hands wrapped tighter around her thighs as they strained on instinct to close, keeping her pinned firmly on place. Between Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, Taeyeon was completely powerless to do anything but take what was being given to her, to wriggle and moan as Jungsoo-oppa ravished her core expertly with his tongue. Lap – lap – lap – liiiiiick…

And then he kissed the tip of her clit.

It was a small action, really – one that should have been tame in comparison to flattening his tongue against her core, teasing at her entrance with the tip of his tongue, sweeping the hot, wet muscle over her nub with painful slowness – but somehow, that simple thing sent electric sparks from her clit throughout her entire body, thrumming with palpable intensity over her nerves. Her back arched as she gasped, and maybe Heechul-oppa had been studying her responses, waiting for the right timing. Because, just at that moment, he teased her relatively untouched nipples with his thumbs, circling around them, pressing against them, making them harden instantly.

“Fuck,” Taeyeon hissed. Everything stilled.

Somehow, the reaction was starker than anything the two men had gotten out of her before, and it must have encouraged them. After that slightest fraction of a moment’s hesitation, they resumed their caresses with single-minded determination – Heechul-oppa cupped her breasts in his hands, gently pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, while his mouth swept along the curve of her neck, ghosting kisses and licks over her skin. And Jungsoo-oppa – Jungsoo-oppa adjusted himself, hooking her legs over his shoulders so she could hide absolutely nothing from him – and he pushed his tongue into her, his nose pressing against her clit.

Taeyeon moaned as they worked in flawless tandem, their teamwork so perfect that nothing could have denied them. Heechul-oppa’s hands on her nipples, making them hard and aching, and Jungsoo-oppa’s mouth against her core, his tongue thrusting steadily in and out of her, his nose constantly rubbing against her nub with every slightest movement, was more than she could handle. She was whimpering and trembling, pushing her hips this way and that in a frenzied attempt to find some sort of friction to relieve the throbbing need between her legs, both abated and inflamed by the two men working on her body. Her breaths grew shorter and shorter, her movements more and more desperate, as she continued to be pushed closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she mewled, low and needy, and even in her state of near-euphoria she could sense the effect that her words had on both of them. “Fuck – you – you’re gonna make me come––!”

Heechul-oppa’s chuckle was right against her ear, low and hoarse and absolutely dirty. His hands on her nipples never stopped, pinching and rolling, caressing and palming, and she could feel him grinding his hard cock into her backside.

“Then what’s stopping you?” he asked breathlessly. “Come for us. Now.”

“Please,” Jungsoo-oppa whispered. He brought his right hand away from its previous position of pinning her thigh down and to the space between her legs. “We want to see you.” His thumb pressed into her clit.

Taeyeon shattered. Her pleasure peaked, and her entire body tensed as her orgasm washed over her, beginning as a tremble in her core and rapidly intensifying until the contractions of her walls had her entire body shuddering. Her eyes slammed shut on their own, her lips gasping for air and her hands squeezing tightly to Heechul-oppa’s thighs in a desperate attempt to stay grounded. Her back arched, exposing the entirety of her neck and throat to the two men, and her legs flexed instinctively, trying to close, to abate the clenching at her center – but Jungsoo-oppa held her firmly open, his gaze fixated with single-minded intensity on that spot between her legs. God, he was watching her come.

It must have taken at least ten seconds for her body to relax, and she went limp against Heechul-oppa, gasping as she tried to catch her breath. Her core was still throbbing, still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she could feel stickiness seeping out of her lower lips.

Heechul-oppa soothed her gently, brushing her cheek with his thumb and murmuring quiet words of comfort. Jungsoo-oppa stroked her ankle and then lowered his head to press a tender kiss against her lower leg. The soft sensations helped bring her back to earth, and Taeyeon opened her eyes to flash them both a small smile, reassuring them that she was okay.

Even so, they had to ask. “Are you okay?” Heechul-oppa asked, his voice husky, but his tone warm, Jungsoo-oppa listening for her answer intently. It made Taeyeon feel soft, comfortable – even loved, although she knew that they didn’t really love her, and she didn’t really love them either. This was a one-time thing, or maybe a two-time thing… an x-time thing, because she had no idea how many times they’d be willing to do it again – but it had no strings attached.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice not coming out properly for a second. She cleared her throat, and even though there was nothing really to be cleared, that seemed to get her vocal cords back in properly working order. “I’m good.”

She shifted and was suddenly acutely aware of some warm stickiness against her back and rear. And, she realized, Heechul-oppa’s manhood was no longer turgid. She turned, and, just as she’d expected, a glistening stain decorated the sheets just around his cock. Seeing her pointed stare, he flashed a shameless grin, but she didn’t not notice the very faint pink blush of his cheeks. Behind her, Jungsoo-oppa chuckled.

“Hey,” Heechul-oppa shrugged. “You can’t blame me for coming. A sight like that – and you were pushing against me right there.”

Right there – against his cock. That was true. If Taeyeon had been in Heechul-oppa’s situation, she was positive she would have come, too. She laughed, breathless and still a little amazed after her high from just a minute ago. “Point taken.”

Heechul-oppa looked happy at her concession, and then his gaze flickered behind her. “Jungsoo…”

Oh, shit. For a second there, Taeyeon had forgotten – Jungsoo-oppa hadn’t gotten a single orgasm yet. After watching her suck Heechul-oppa off and then helping her come herself, he’d received absolutely nothing. She could see that his cock was still stiff and aroused, and its tip was damp.

“I’m okay.” Jungsoo-oppa clearly wasn’t, his breaths short and strained, his eyes wild with desire, but he was, as always, thinking of others far before he spared a thought for himself. “You two must be tired. Don’t worry about it.”

“Taeyeon might be,” Heechul-oppa cut in, “but I’m not. And you’re clearly not okay.” He smiled impishly. “Don’t worry, I can help you with that.” As the words came out of his mouth, he moved onto all fours, crawling toward the leader on the mattress.

“I’m fine, really.” But Jungsoo-oppa’s voice was thick. Hoarse and raw, like he was trying to control himself, and his breathing had deepened, his eyes darkening. “Heechul, you don’t have to – ah!”

Heechul-oppa settled between Jungsoo-oppa’s legs, ignoring his half-hearted insistence that he didn’t need to be looked after – even though he so clearly did – and wrapped his lips around the head of the other man’s cock. Her breathing deepening, Taeyeon shifted, adjusting her position so she could sidle up next to Heechul-oppa and get a good, proper look as he took more and more of his friend into his mouth.

“Shit,” Jungsoo-oppa breathed, burying his hands in Heechul-oppa’s bleached, white-blonde locks, his eyes sliding closed in surrender as the fellow member worked his cock. The stressed tension in his body lines, softening bit by bit as the night had gone further, melted away completely, replaced by loose tightness that was much more natural, much laxer. He let his head fall back, obviously just basking in the sensation of Heechul-oppa’s mouth on him.

They’ve done this before. Taeyeon knew it without question, from the easy rhythm into which they fell. Plenty of times before. Today in her dressing room, that most certainly wasn’t the first time. She wondered how long this had been going on.

It was sweet, the scene before her eyes. Yes, blowjobs weren’t normally considered sweet, but that’s exactly what this one was. Heechul-oppa went slowly; not torturously, teasingly, not slow in a way that was meant to encourage begging, but slowly in a way that was meant to be comfortable and enjoyable for Jungsoo-oppa. And it was clearly working, from the leader’s little sighs of pleasure, his quiet whimpers, the way his fingers tightened in Heechul-oppa’s hair but never yanked, the relaxed set of his entire body as he just melted into the sensations. Jungsoo-oppa was too often stressed and too often troubled, and if Heechul-oppa could help him with that – was trying to help him with that – like he was now, then it was sweet.

With a soft, wet pop, Heechul-oppa pulled his mouth from Jungsoo-oppa’s cock, spurring a whimper of protest from the leader as his eyes cracked open, bleary with pleasure. Heechul-oppa responded by giving a reassuring stroke on Jungsoo-oppa’s thigh before he glanced at Taeyeon and glanced down. An offer.

Gladly taking it, she reached between Jungsoo-oppa’s legs, and gently, delicately, ran the flat of her palm over his balls. The leader of Super Junior’s eyes snapped open in surprise as she cupped them lightly in her hands, adding just the slightest amount of pressure. She didn’t miss Heechul-oppa’s approving smirk before he once again engulfed the head of Jungsoo-oppa’s cock in his mouth, squeezing another gasp from the leader.

The two of them fell into a surprisingly natural tandem, coordinating their efforts to maximize the experience for Jungsoo-oppa. It was fascinating, Taeyeon thought, watching for the telltale signs of beginning to fall apart – the desperate flex of his throat as he swallowed wildly, the heaving of his chest as his whimpers grew increasingly in volume, the curling of his toes as his peak crept closer and closer. Something about the utter lack of control that he seemed to have over his own reactions was mesmerizing, pleasing even in itself, and it spurred her to try new tricks. She alternated the pressure of her hands against his balls, at times using the flat of her palms and at times using the very tips of her fingers, kneading here and stroking there.

The effect of her touches, combined with Heechul-oppa’s skillful mouth, proved to be too much for Jungsoo-oppa to handle for long. Taeyeon caught the hint that he was about to orgasm and, in a snap decision, left her spot. Pressing forward, she ran her hands along Jungsoo-oppa’s toned chest, flicking his nipples with her fingers, before slotting her mouth against his. He was caught off-guard, too hazy with pleasure to notice what she had been doing, and too drunk on sensations to put up much of a fight back. It was an easy and quick battle, teasing his mouth open with her own and greedily plundering, dipping the hot, wet muscle of his tongue against hers.

That was the final straw. With a long, soft moan, Jungsoo-oppa came, clenching his fists in his fellow member’s hair, back arching and pelvic muscles tensing. His mouth stilled, giving Taeyeon the possibility to explore more of the searing, damp cavern – but instead, she pulled back enough so she could watch him falling apart completely, his long neck and throat flexing. It was a mesmerizing sight, to watch his body contorting as he surrendered, if only for these brief seconds, any control over it.

Gradually, he relaxed once again, his fingers loosening in Heechul-oppa’s hair. Chest heaving, he opened his eyes, clouded over with the remnants of his earlier high. Taeyeon flashed him a wry grin as Heechul-oppa sat him, wiping his mouth with his hand. The muscles of his throat flexed as he swallowed – presumably taking Jungsoo-oppa’s seed down his throat. The leader’s breathing deepened once again when he saw his friend’s actions, his body stiffening as he tried to control himself. “Heechul,” he rasped out, voice raw and tinged with wild desperation. “Do you have to?”

“Of course I do,” Heechul-oppa’s voice was impish. “Only the best is allowed for you, Jungsoo.”

At his words, Jungsoo-oppa opened his eyes. There was a certain softness in them that seemed to turn the whole situation from dirty to sweet. “Thanks,” he whispered hoarsely. “Both of you.”

He was just so kind, Taeyeon thought fondly. Leaning in, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, smiling at the bemused blink he gave her in response.

“Hard to believe that you two didn’t like each other when you first met,” Heechul-oppa commented as the three of them began settling into the mattress, tired but satisfied. They needed a break. Jungsoo-oppa maneuvered himself to the left of the bed, Heechul-oppa to the right, and Taeyeon – she was sandwiched between them, the warmth of their sweaty bodies mingling with hers. She turned herself onto her stomach, pulling up the blanket to partially cover their naked bodies.

Jungsoo-oppa smiled sheepishly. “I’m more convinced that I just disliked her for no reason.”

“He did,” Taeyeon confirmed, giving him a dirty look. “He thought I was standoffish, which lead him to think I was stuck up.”

“You mean because of those little rumors that went around about her, don’t you.” It was a rhetorical question that Heechul-oppa asked, but Taeyeon nodded anyway. The second oldest member of Super Junior made a face at that. “That’s mostly all bullshit, anyway. You know how usually female celebrities get hate and rumors for the most ridiculous things. I can’t believe you ever believed any of it.”

“I can’t, either,” Jungsoo-oppa admitted, turning over onto his side. “That was a mistake.” His eyes met Taeyeon’s. “You were nothing like what I thought you were.”

“I’m not sure if anyone is,” Taeyeon snorted. “There are probably a lot of spoiled, arrogant people in this world – well, there are, definitely – but I doubt all of them know they’re being spoiled and arrogant and do it on purpose.” But despite it all, she was still grateful that she’d become close to Jungsoo-oppa at all. He was such a good friend, someone whom she couldn’t imagine her life without.

“You’re probably right.” Jungsoo-oppa sounded thoughtful. Contrary to the image he presented to he public, he was someone who had a lot of thoughts going on in that head of his. “I thought you might be acting snobbish just to be acting snobbish. What really happened was that you weren’t really acting snobbish at all…” An awkward smile turned his lips upward, and Taeyeon felt the arbitrary desire to trace her fingers over the seam of his mouth.

“I was biased,” Super Junior’s leader commented. “Especially about letting the rumors get to my head. You did snap me out of it, though.”

“What did she say?” Heechul-oppa asked, looking intrigued. Taeyeon reached over and tucked a strand of bleached-blonde hair away from his eyes as he spoke, but when she went to pull away, he, surprisingly, caught her hand in his and interlocked their fingers. Casually, not even looking while he did so, but that somehow suited Heechul-oppa far more.

“Basically that I don’t know shit,” Jungsoo-oppa summarized. Taeyeon laughed. That was accurate, although what she’d actually said had been Who are you to judge me?

Heechul-oppa snorted, too, amusement lacing his features. “That sounds exactly like you, Taeyeon.”

She eyed him. “Is that a compliment or…?”

Maybe as expected for Heechul-oppa, the answer he gave her was mischievous. There were no words, only an arch of his eyebrows that seemed to be saying What do you think?

“You two met hosting Inkigayo together, right?” Jungsoo-oppa questioned. “2000… 2009, was it? How did you get along?” He looked curious, his brown eyes opened slightly wider than usual, his eyebrows arched faintly, the very picture of inquisitiveness.

He really was cute.

“Great, actually,” she answered, truthfully. “Mostly thanks to Heechul-oppa.” He made blatant advances to become friendly with other people – she didn’t really bother. She could be friendly and was when talked to, but she rarely initiated conversations without a reason. Heechul-oppa, on the other hand…

“He said hi to me, said he was a fan, and then that he wanted to be friends. And he held out his hand, just like this,” Taeyeon continued, holding out her hand in the same way Heechul-oppa had when they first met. “I thought he was weird, honestly, but I did like him. So I just said yes. You know, like the sane person that one of us has to be.”  

“Bullshit, you said ‘That sounds good to me, sunbaenim. By the way, you’re even prettier up close.’ Sane,” Heechul-oppa scoffed. Taeyeon shrugged innocently.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Jungsoo-oppa snorted, but his eyes were twinkling merrily. Taeyeon smiled, while Heechul-oppa rolled his eyes. “Us?” He laughed. “You’re the craziest one here, Jungsoo.”

It was nice, Taeyeon thought lazily, reminiscing with two of her closest friends like this. Of course the situation was a little bit less than commonplace, but that wasn’t something she thought of frequently, not when the three of them continued to talk and laugh and joke so naturally. It didn’t, at all, feel like they were doing something strange, not even if it was true that they were all completely naked in bed together and had been giving and receiving orally between each other.

“When did this start happening between the two of you?” she asked. “Your… relations?” She wasn’t sure what else to call it. They didn’t strike her as considering themselves to be in a relationship, but she didn’t think it was just about having sex and feeling good. There was too much raw intimacy between them for that to be the case.

Heechul-oppa looked thoughtful, presumably trying to remember. “The first time was… a few months after our Incheon fight, wasn’t it?” he asked, glancing at Jungsoo-oppa, who nodded in confirmation. “It was when we were in America, and Jungsoo wanted to make up after our fight.” He snorted, but there was no true scorn behind it. “After rejecting every attempt that I made to talk to him.”

“He is a lot more obnoxious than most people would think,” Taeyeon commented playfully, both she and Heechul-oppa laughing at Jungsoo-oppa’s mock cry of protest. Then Heechul-oppa continued with his story, the other two listening with rapt attention – Taeyeon because she was curious of how the two of them had happened, and Jungsoo-oppa, it seemed, because he was curious of how Heechul-oppa would tell his account of what had happened.

“Anyway, we were talking about this and that, explaining why we made each other angry enough to fight. Then Jungsoo––”

“Hold on,” Taeyeon interrupted, not wanting to infringe upon Jungsoo-oppa’s personal matters. They were friends, and it wasn’t like she was against hearing this, but there were certain lines that she had to respect if Jungsoo-oppa was uncomfortable. She knew that night had been an emotional one – it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, and she didn’t want to intrude on it. “Is it okay for me to be hearing this?”

Heechul-oppa blinked. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Isn’t it too personal? Jungsoo-oppa?” She glanced at him to find him looking as puzzled as Heechul-oppa. “Are you alright with me knowing what happened that night?” She understood if it was a private matter between the two men, something that she had no part in. She might have partaken in their sessions this time, but she didn’t think she was in the position to –

“Taeyeon,” Heechul-oppa’s voice was uncharacteristically serious. “As weird as it sounds, you’re as much a part of this threesome as Jungsoo and I are. And you’re our friend. We don’t need to keep this a secret from you; I think we’re all past that stage with each other.”

“He’s right.” Jungsoo-oppa sounded firm – that tone that always reminded Taeyeon that, no matter how dorky or ridiculous he seemed (or more accurately, was), he was still Leeteuk, the respected leader of one of the world’s most successful groups, always at the forefront of Hallyu. “We’re not any less friends with you than we’re friends with each other. I trust you, Taeyeon. You can – and should – hear this.”

Taeyeon inhaled slowly. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel very slightly emotional. They were willing to divulge something so personal and close to home – to her, a third party. It wasn’t because of any feeling of being undeserving or inadequate on her part; if they wanted to tell her, they were welcome to. But the fact that they wanted to was a little bit touching. She nodded.

Seeing her understanding, Heechul-oppa continued. “And Jungsoo started telling me about how he was feeling lonely sometimes, how he was exhausted and stressed as the leader, how he felt like he couldn’t properly express his worries to the others without dragging the entire team down. He… cried that night.”

Taeyeon’s heart clenched. She glanced over at Jungsoo-oppa, who was staring at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes. “I let Heechul know everything,” he said. “I hid it for years, and I intended to keep hiding it, but I told him.” Taeyeon and Heechul-oppa listened carefully. “I think… I couldn’t bear to tell anyone but him. The others would help me, of course, but they wouldn’t understand completely, and I don’t want to be a burden to them. But Heechul… I thought he’d understand. And he does.” Jungsoo-oppa’s gaze was warm as he looked at his friend.

Heechul-oppa scoffed, but Taeyeon could instantly tell it was a scoff borne of embarrassment. He wasn’t good at warm and fluffy settings like this, after all. “Hey,” he grumbled, but his voice was bashful. “Don’t be so cringy.”

His prickliness and his awkwardness when faced with heartwarming situations made Taeyeon laugh as she reached forward to place an affectionate palm on Jungsoo-oppa’s cheek. To her slight surprise, he closed his eyes as her hand made contact with his skin, leaning into her touch like a satisfied cat.

It was cute. She knew she’d already said this before, but Jungsoo-oppa was seriously cute.

“Then what happened?”

“We were a little bit drunk,” Heechul-oppa picked up. “Jungsoo was hugging me, and he was crying. And, this is embarrassing, but I started crying too.”

The image in Taeyeon’s mind was nothing short of heartwrenching. She knew, on some level, the difficulties that Jungsoo-oppa went through, because for some reason he seemed to be able to confide in her – and she was a leader, too. She sadly couldn’t comprehend the depths of the burden he felt, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand how difficult things had been for him. It was such a relief, sincerely, that Heechul-oppa was there with him. She remembered hearing Donghae-oppa talking about how, after the night that Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa made up from their Incheon fight, Heechul-oppa was always on Jungsoo-oppa’s side. It must have been because he had realized how much the leader needed someone to lean on.

“Then?” She was curious. How did they become what they were now?

Heechul-oppa hesitated, looking embarrassed. Taeyeon could just tell he’d done something extremely sweet that he didn’t want to say he’d done. She glanced at Jungsoo-oppa, who had a mischievous glint in his eye, clearly about the spill the beans on his friend.

“He held my hand,” the leader supplied, and Taeyeon’s eyes widened as she turned a teasing gaze on Heechul-oppa, who was abashedly grumbling to himself, looking away. Then Jungsoo-oppa turned sentimentally serious again, the mirth leaving his eyes as he recalled the night that he and his friend had become, it seemed to Taeyeon, something more intimate, and not just physically, or even just romantically. “I was crying into his shoulder. And then he…”

“Kissed you?” Taeyeon guessed.

“It was kind of mutual.” Jungsoo-oppa specified, “He tried to wipe away my tears – while crying himself – and then we were kissing.” The leader shrugged. “Somehow. It escalated from there.”

Taeyeon fell silent, trying to imagine the kind of headspace they had both been in that night. Both men emotional and crying, Jungsoo-oppa confessing how alone he felt and unable to express his worries he was, Heechul-oppa listening and shedding tears, too, for his friend and for their group and for what they’d all gone through over the years. And, in the end, their kiss leading to their first time together. What had they been thinking? What did they think about each other? Friends, of course, the most intimate kind, but what else?

What were they?

“What are you two?” Taeyeon asked. The question made both men sit up, so she followed, flipping back onto her back and pulling herself upright, holding the blanket to her chest. Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa looked thoughtful, as if they were also fishing for a proper answer to her question. It didn’t seem like they’d never thought about to Taeyeon, though, and she really couldn’t blame them. If she was in their situation – if she was them – she’d be wondering about it all the time.

“I don’t think this is a relationship, to be honest. I don’t think either of us do.” It was Heechul-oppa who spoke first, glancing at his friend, who nodded in agreement. “We’re not looking for longtime commitment, and neither of us will protest or feel upset if the other dates. And of course, this stops if one of us is ever in a legitimate relationship.” Jungsoo-oppa nodded, once again.

“So I guess we’re just screwing,” Heechul-oppa finished with a wry smile. But Taeyeon wasn’t convinced, and not only because of her own observations about the relationship between the two men. It was also because Heechul-oppa did not sound or look convinced with his own words, and neither did Jungsoo-oppa looked satisfied with the description of their relationship.

“That’s it?” she asked, not bothering to filter the doubt from her voice. The blunt question seemed to snap both Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa out of a trance. They looked at her simultaneously, visible surprise in their dark eyes. Taeyeon arched her eyebrows, somehow not confused by the stark reaction.

“I mean,” she said, “you two seem like a lot more than just fuck buddies to me.”

“Of course we’re more than that. We’re friends.” Jungsoo-oppa’s reply was slightly feeble. Not his voice, but the conviction behind it was slightly, and quite noticeably, lacking.

Taeyeon rolled her eyes. “That too, naturally. But I mean you’re both more to each other than just fuck buddies, and more to each other than just friends.”

“We’re not in love,” Heechul-oppa said firmly, clearly thinking she was implying that. And while that wasn’t exactly what she had been intending to say, she found that she had to wonder about that. Still. If they wanted to consider themselves not in love, she supposed that was beyond the scope she was willing to dig into. But they were not going to sit there and tell her that they were just two close friends happily screwing each other and nothing else, not when everything about them, together and here in her house contradicted that.

“I don’t mean that,” she chided, earning questioning glances from the two men. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s a single word in the dictionary to describe what you two seem to be to me.”

Heechul-oppa cocked his head, the fringe of his bleached-blonde locks falling slightly to the side with the movement. “Then describe it in words.”

Taeyeon’s eyes flicked over to Jungsoo-oppa. He seemed curious, too. She paused. It wasn’t difficult to describe what she saw their relationship as; several phrases came easily enough to accurately give them a picture of how they appeared to her eyes. But she had to wonder how they would react to her assessments.

Even so, she was going to be honest with them. Beating around the bush had never been in her nature.

“To keep it simple, I think you two are just always going to be there for each other,” she admitted. “There’s some kind of connection between you that no one else has.”

Heechul-oppa made a face. “Connection? What trash romance novels have you been reading?”

“I’m serious,” Taeyeon scolded, although she was amused; this reaction was just like the Heechul-oppa that she knew. “You two understand each other on a deeper level than anyone else. It comes from psychological closeness, if you ask me. You’ve both seen and know the worst of each other – that can make for a seriously strong bond.” She hesitated and studied the men in her bed, curious to know what they thought of her opinion on the matter. They were both looking at her with twin expressions of rapt interest, confirming Taeyeon’s suspicion that neither of them had ever really believed they were just screwing. Both of them knew they were more (they’d have to be stupid to believe otherwise, really), they just hadn’t known what to call that more.

In all honesty, she didn’t know what to call it, either. She was only describing it as best as she could. “You’re just… intimate.”

“Intimate?” Jungsoo-oppa’s voice was thoughtful. “That’s kind of accurate… I think that’s the best way of expressing it, actually.”

Heechul-oppa didn’t say anything. Generally, if he was wordless in these kinds of conversations, it meant he was in agreement – but then, he did speak, leaning over to Taeyeon and nuzzling her bare shoulder.

“You’re smart,” he murmured sincerely between kisses against her skin, “Jungsoo’s right, that’s accurate.”

Taeyeon opened her mouth to speak, but Heechul-oppa silenced her with a brief and light kiss. When he pulled back, she laughed breathlessly, surprised. “Why does it seem like that turns you on?”

“It does,” was the husky reply. His gaze was intense, almost fixated on her, as he shook the fringe of his bleached-blonde hair out of his eyes.

Damn. Whatever else might be true, Heechul-oppa was sexy. That much was an irrefutable truth of the world.

“That so?” Taeyeon clasped her hands around the nape of his neck and kissed him, fully on the mouth this time. Their lips melded together naturally, tongues brushing, and Heechul-oppa ran one hand down the length of her spine, making her shiver. The other he reached out to Jungsoo-oppa, who – Taeyeon cracked open one eye even while kissing Heechul-oppa to see this – entwined their fingers and pressed his lips tenderly to Heechul-oppa’s palm in a gesture of affection.

Taeyeon and Heechul-oppa broke apart, and Heechul-oppa turned his head towards Jungsoo-oppa. Taeyeon watched with fascination as it was them two who kissed this time, with so much emotion and sheer vulnerability that it could almost have made her tear up.

Love was an elusive concept, but she thought if she had ever come close to seeing it, now was the closest.

Jungsoo-oppa pulled backwards barely a centimeter, as if reluctant to part from his friend for even that little bit. Both men were flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and naked chests heaving as they caught their breath.

“Heechul,” the leader gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “And you too, Taeyeon.” Reaching out, he caught her hand in his much larger one and brought it to his cheek with a kind of fierce, burning affection. “Thank you.”

Somehow, she knew exactly what he was thanking them for, even if it wasn’t explicitly stated. Her heart squeezing at his raw sincerity, Taeyeon stretched forward and pressed her face into the crook of Jungsoo-oppa’s neck, placing a kiss on his collarbone and feeling the shudder that ran through his body at the contact. “Jungsoo,” she murmured, trailing her lips up his neck, calling his given name freely without any honorifics. “You’re such a beautiful person, do you know that?”

Jungsoo-oppa let out a guttural moan that was far too visceral to be just a reaction to her mouth pressing against his pulse point. He curled his fingers in Taeyeon’s hair, pulling lightly and pleasurably at her scalp. She breathed out lightly in approval at the sensation, but in the next instant, the sigh turned into a strangled whimper. Heechul-oppa had reached underneath the blanket, his hand dipping between her legs. His index finger traced a continuous figure 8 on her clit, dragging mercilessly across the sensitive nub and ignoring Taeyeon’s soft mewls. He didn’t stop until her core was trembling slightly and there was fresh, new wetness between her thighs.

When Heechul-oppa pulled his hand away, Taeyeon hissed in protest, the denial sending a deliciously hollow pang roiling throughout her entire body. He just flashed an impish smile, coupled with a mischievous cock of his head that made strands of his white-blonde hair fall prettily across his eyes. She scowled at him, but there was no true annoyance behind it.

“What now?” Heechul-oppa asked mischievously, his dark brown eyes glinting in the low light. Jungsoo-oppa was looking at intently, too. They’re leaving the decision up to me, Taeyeon thought. She could ask them to do anything that she wanted, and as long as they were comfortable with it, it was all hers. The thought made her head spin with ideas.

“Why don’t you tell me?” she asked.

Heechul-oppa blinked. “What?”

“You tell me. I’m sure you have great ideas too, oppa. Jungsoo-oppa, too. What do you think we could get up to?” She was genuinely curious. The fact that they were willing to have a threesome already meant that they were probably more open to experimenting than the majority of people, but Taeyeon wanted to know just how far that went.

Jungsoo-oppa liked her suggestion. The dark glint in his usually gentle eyes was more than enough confirmation of that. Heechul-oppa looked more than willing, too, his face thoughtful as he considered her words.

“Then,” Jungsoo-oppa spoke up, “do you want to watch while I fuck Heechul?”

Taeyeon pressed her legs together, biting her lip as Heechul-oppa glared at his friend. “She’s already seen enough of that, you spoilsport,” he retorted. “How about you watch me fuck Jungsoo? Doesn’t that sound good?”

It did sound good. Both of their suggestions sounded good, and if they were willing then Taeyeon was also willing to save that for another occasion. But right now, what was starting to tentatively come to her mind – although it would have been much nicer if it had come to her mind before she decided to ask the two men what they thought – involved all three of them. “Both of those are good ideas,” she said, “but I’m starting to have something else in mind.”

The two men pinned her with twin curious gazes, and Taeyeon had to look away briefly to hide the small smile that crept onto her face at the sight. She resisted the urge to reach up and card her fingers through their hair, and instead clarified her intentions. “I want both.”

“Both?” They repeated her at almost the same time. Taeyeon nodded. “Both. Of you. At the same time.”

There was a pause. Heechul-oppa’s teeth sank into his lower lip, and Jungsoo-oppa’s breathing deepened.

“Woah, woah, woah. Will you be okay?” Heechul-oppa asked. His eyes were wide at her idea – the picture of surprise, it might seem, but Taeyeon knew him well enough to notice the subtle signs of arousal making themselves known. His pale cheeks were flushing over, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed gingerly. Jungsoo-oppa, she could see, was no less unaffected. His chest was heaving with his deepening breaths, and his eyes seemed to have darkened over from deep brown to black.

“If I’m not okay at any point, I’ll let you know,” Taeyeon assured him.

Heechul-oppa eyed her, still holding on to his reservations. She didn’t blame him – this was a big thing to be suggesting, and it wasn’t like he seemed to be against it. Just concerned for her. “You’re suggesting you take one of us in the ass. Have you ever…?”

“Had anal sex?”

“Yeah.” Heechul-oppa looked a tad bit awkward to be talking about these things, and Jungsoo-oppa’s expression was mildly scandalized at how straightforward they were being. As for Taeyeon, it felt peculiar, too, but she pushed past the strangeness of it. Candidacy was important when it came to these matters.

“I have, yeah.” Her confirmation clearly abating their concerns a little, both men relaxed, moving away from the realm of worries and fully easing themselves into the realm of lust. Her libido bouncing off and mirroring theirs, Taeyeon could feel herself becoming more hot and bothered, too. Images flitted in her mind, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that they were some of the dirtiest thoughts that had ever gone through her head. Jungsoo-oppa pressed a hot, reassuring kiss against her mouth, their tongues brushing as Taeyeon clasped a hand around the nape of his neck. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising rapidly as all three bodies shifted, drawing closer together and relishing in the sensation of each other’s skin. Shifting his position so he was behind her, Heechul-oppa wrapped his arms around her waist, his teeth grazing her shoulder lightly. Taeyeon could feel his member hardening against her ass. She moaned softly as he palmed her rear, teasing the skin in slow, smooth strokes.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” he murmured into her ear, making Taeyeon shudder. She nodded, flashing him a smile over her shoulder before pulling Jungsoo-oppa toward her for another kiss.

Brushing his lips against the nape of her neck, Heechul-oppa declared, “I’ll take the back. Is that okay with both of you?”

Pulling back from the kiss, but only slightly, Jungsoo-oppa nodded as Taeyeon did too. “The lube and condoms are in that nightstand drawer,” she supplied, gesturing towards the nightstand sitting next to her bed.

In hurried, impatient movements, Heechul-oppa opened the drawer, pulled out the bottle and two packets. He threw one of the packets and Jungsoo-oppa, who caught it deftly. Giving Taeyeon another quick kiss, Super Junior’s leader ripped the material open, gingerly bringing out the condom. Stroking himself quickly a few times, he rolled the latex down his length, and maybe it was Taeyeon’s miscalculation, but she thought she saw his fingers trembling ever-so-slightly in anticipation. Heechul-oppa did the same as his friend, sighing lightly as the material settled over his hardening manhood.

Taeyeon’s heartbeat quickened until she could feel it thumping in her ears. She might have had sex both ways, but never before had she had both at the same time. The anticipation she felt was undeniably powerful, but despite the fact that she was the one who’d suggested this, she couldn’t argue that she was one-hundred percent confident and nothing else. Would it hurt? What would it feel like, even if it didn’t? Was it even possible for her? What if––

Heechul-oppa nuzzled the back of her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the skin, while Jungsoo-oppa took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “Relax, Taeyeon.” His voice was soft. “We’ll take care of you. I promise.”

Taeyeon felt Heechul-oppa nod his head behind her in agreement. “We’re going to make you feel so good,” he murmured gently, rubbing her spine with his thumb. “And if you want to, we will stop anytime.” He placed a hand on her thigh and stroked it, not as a sexual gesture but as a gesture of reassurance. Coupled with Jungsoo-oppa’s fingers interlaced with hers, it was enough to calm Taeyeon’s pulse a little. She took a deep breath, nodding in thanks at his comfort, and decided that she didn’t want to wait for the two men to make their moves. Taking the initiative, she put her hands on Jungsoo-oppa’s shoulders and gently pushed him down onto the mattress. He gave without protest or resistance, letting her settle him down, head on the pillow and body comfortably prone on the bed.

Straddling Super Junior’s leader, leaning over him, Taeyeon lowered her face to his. She briefly considered kissing him, but instead, the action of pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling against his face felt righter. Better. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as their noses touched and their cheeks brushed, feeling the small puffs of air against her mouth as Jungsoo-oppa breathed. For a moment, they just enjoyed the quiet peace, the pleasure of skin against skin.

Then Taeyeon reached between them and pressed the heel of her palm gently into the base of his cock. Jungsoo-oppa jerked, a groan escaping him. His hands flew up to grip her waist, fingers digging into her skin. His hips rolled, and his lower head brushed against her clit. Taeyeon gasped. She could feel her core beginning to pulse again, desperate for contact and friction. As if sensing her arousal, Heechul-oppa shifted, bringing his hand over and around her leg to touch her clit. Another moan fell from Taeyeon’s lips. Her legs felt weak, and it was difficult to hold herself up over Jungsoo-oppa’s body. And when Heechul-oppa used his entire hand, rolling the throbbing nub with his palm, she felt herself beginning to tremble. Unable to help herself, she reached between her own legs, her fingers brushing against Heechul-oppa’s at her center.

“Naughty,” Heechul-oppa whispered, making Taeyeon flush. He took her hand in his larger one and guided her fingers to caress her clit. Taeyeon didn’t try to stop it, the surrender of letting him use her hand to do his work turning her on just as much as the actual touching.

The entire time, Jungsoo-oppa had been relaxing and watching the show, the picture of leisure if not for his heaving chest, flushed cheeks, and turgid manhood. It was only then that he moved, reaching up to cup one of Taeyeon’s breasts in his hand. His thumb traced its supple curve before brushing the nipple, and Taeyeon keened. She wanted to press her legs together, to calm the pounding and throbbing at her center, but the lower limbs were spread with Jungsoo-oppa’s waist and Heechul-oppa’s hand working hers between them. She was so wet, she realized – so wet – that she could feel it seeping from her folds, smeared all about her core and inner thighs thanks to Heechul-oppa’s efforts.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “I can’t take it anymore. Jungsoo-oppa, Heechul-oppa, I want… I want…” The sentence wouldn’t come out. But the two men didn’t need words.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to take us both?” Jungsoo-oppa asked one more time. Behind her, Heechul-oppa stilled, waiting to hear her response. Not even when Taeyeon wriggled her hips, trying to create more friction between his fingers and her core, did he move. Swallowing a frustrated cry, Taeyeon nodded. She knew that they just wanted to make sure she was completely ready – and she was.

At her affirmation, Heechul-oppa took his hand away from between her legs, freeing her hand in turn. A glance over her shoulder made Taeyeon aware that he was opening the bottle of lube, holding it carefully at an angle as to not spill any on the bed. Her heart pounding, she turned her attention back to Jungsoo-oppa and lowered her body, feeling every inch as he entered her. She felt the moment the head of his cock slipped inside her wet folds, she felt every centimeter as he sunk deeper and deeper into her core, and she felt the moment he bottomed out inside her, the tip pressing against that one spot. The stretch of her inner muscles felt so good that it almost hurt – almost – making her head spin. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back, taking deep breaths in an attempt to control herself.

Beneath her, Jungsoo-oppa moaned, going to roll his hips, but Taeyeon stopped him by wrapping a gentle hand around his throat. Not yet. She wanted desperately for him to move, too, because the feeling of him inside her was torturous, and her pulsing, trembling channel was demanding for more, but she was sure she’d come all too soon if she let him move.

Taeyeon took another deep breath when she felt Heechul-oppa’s hand hovering near her asshole. It wasn’t her first time in the back end, but it was her first time in both, and stark cold of the lube against her heated skin was always difficult to adjust to. She struggled not to tense when Heechul-oppa slipped a lubed finger inside her, murmuring reassuringly. It felt a little bit odd, as it always did, but Jungsoo-oppa’s hand, slipping through hers and squeezing, helped her relax as Heechul-oppa worked her with his finger, getting her used to the sensation. It didn’t take long until she was gasping and just a finger wasn’t nearly enough. Sensing her want for more, Heechul-oppa slipped another digit in, slowly, carefully scissoring his fingers.

Taeyeon’s toes curled at the sensation that swept over her. She had to fight to keep herself upright, not expecting the pleasure to be so potent. There was a heat stirring in her core that she’d never felt before, and all she knew was that she wanted it – no, needed it – to expand, to engulf her entire body until it was all she could think about.

“More.” The word was broken and hoarse, and sounded even more wrecked than Taeyeon had expected. Her own voice sounded so deliciously helpless… Taeyeon moaned, the thrill going straight to her core.

Heechul-oppa didn’t tease. Obediently, he removed his fingers from her, eliciting an unexpected murmur of complaint from Taeyeon, and squirted more lube onto his hand, making sure to thoroughly smear her tight ring of muscle in preparation for him. Hazily, through the cloud of lust, Taeyeon realized how well the two men were taking care of her, despite how dirty what they were doing was. Jungsoo-oppa’s fingers were still threaded through hers, comforting, and Heechul-oppa must have been dying to feel something against his cock, but his movements were unhurried and meticulous as he got her ready. It touched her, and, more appropriately for this situation – their sweetness was also a turn-on. Involuntarily, her walls squeezed once around Jungsoo-oppa, making him gasp.

Heechul-oppa placed his hands on her waist, and Taeyeon felt the head of his lubricated cock against her asshole. Kissing her spine reassuringly, he pushed ever-so-slightly forward, his tip sinking inside. Taeyeon swallowed thickly as he continued, entering her inch by inch and pausing at little increments to give her time. She could feel his hands on her hips, fingers tight and clenched as he tried to control himself. A strangled groan escaped him.

Little by little, Heechul-oppa advanced until he was fully sheathed inside her and she could feel the heat of his body against her back. His chest was heaving, breath hot against the back of her neck as he panted at the feeling of her clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Taeyeon breathed as her body fully adjusted to the two men inside her. Her head spun – she couldn’t believe it felt this good, just by having them both. They weren’t even moving, and she––oh God. Heechul-oppa thrusted incrementally, gingerly, and Taeyeon’s mind blanked. She couldn’t describe the feeling in words, other than that she had never felt so full, so hot, before. Her entire body was trembling, and it felt like her muscles would no longer obey her if she tried to move them. That ball of pleasure inside her was already pulsing, already on the brink of an imminent explosion, and she needed it to. She needed it to burst.

Jungsoo-oppa was studying her intently for any sign of discomfort, and seemed to be unsure of what to think of her reaction. “Taeyeon?” he asked softly, and she just barely heard him through the haze.

“You okay?” Heechul-oppa’s voice, behind her, was strained and hoarse. “Taeyeon? Can we…”

“Move,” Taeyeon hissed, barely able to get even that word out. “Both of you, just… fuck me already. Please, I need––”

Without bothering to hear the rest of her plea, Jungsoo-oppa canted his hips upward, making all three of them jerk and pulling a gasp from Taeyeon. Following suit with his friend, Heechul-oppa thrust – not as hard as Taeyeon would have liked, but hard enough to have her seeing stars, for her toes to curl and her clit to throb and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her moan caught in her throat as the two men repeated the motions, again and again until they had established a steady rhythm, thrusting in tandem with the other so that she was always filled. Her body rocked with each movement, and it was all Taeyeon could do to hold onto her sanity under their coordinated efforts.

Oh my God. How was she supposed to find the words? That pooling heat in her core that was always part of sex was at least twice as searing as it usually was, driving her right to the edge and making her hungry, desperate, for more. Taeyeon’s mouth opened, but no sound except for frantic gasps came out. She clung to Jungsoo-oppa’s shoulders to prevent herself from collapsing entirely, unable to do anything else as that knot inside her became hotter and hotter and tighter and tighter, preparing to give.

“How is it?” She barely understood Heechul-oppa’s strained, breathy whisper in her ear as he rocked into her in coordination with his friend. “To have both of us inside you?”  

It’s – it’s… “So – so full…” Taeyeon gasped, her power of speech nearly robbed. “So… good… ah…”

She sounded so needy, so wanton, more than she’d ever heard herself sound before. It fully dawned on her blank, overwhelmed mind how entirely helpless she was in that moment, how she was letting these two men see her at her most vulnerable. Normally she was so uncomfortable with opening up like this, but because it was Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, two men that she loved and trusted with her life, it only made her feel hotter. A whimper left her at the thought that she could willingly, happily let them see her like this, her inner walls spasming once and clamping down hard on the two men. Below her, Jungsoo-oppa grunted, and behind her, Heechul-oppa gasped.

Together, with that same unyielding partnership that kept Super Junior going for so long, they worked her higher and higher, with low moans and strained gasps and gentle, reassuring hands on her stomach, sides, thighs, arms, all the while plowing into her, ruthless and without mercy. That coil inside her was still growing, still tightening, still burning hotter and hotter, until Taeyeon was convinced it was surely going to give – but somehow, it didn’t, it wouldn’t reach that peak that she desperately craved. Her eyes filled with tears at Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa’s brutal, punishing thrusts, and the dazed thought that there was no chance she was going to be walking properly in the morning flitted through Taeyeon’s head – but then another harsh snap of Jungsoo-oppa’s hips wiped any coherency from her mind completely.

Then it was just physical, her brain putting a stop to anything else in favor of just focusing on the sensations that were crashing over her body with overwhelming force – climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing, yearning for that release that she knew was imminent but seemed to be hovering just out of her reach. The ruthless precision and cooperation of the two men inside her were making her nearly delirious, barely able to remember who she was and how this was happening, and the lewd sounds that were falling from all three of them – the moans, gasps, mewls, the whimpers and the cries – did nothing but enhance that need to be able to get to that peak. Just a little more – just a little hotter, a little harder––

Jungsoo-oppa cupped her soaked, swollen clit in his palm and rolled, the heated skin of his hand rubbing against the nub from all angles. Taeyeon’s back arched as that twisting, burning, writhing coil inside her snapped, without warning and with the force of a train wreck. She came hard, inner muscles clenching wildly, the knot that she’d wanted so much to erupt sending a violent explosion of hot, liquid pleasure throughout her entire body. Her body convulsed in synchronization with the spasming of her walls around Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, and the latter, orgasm triggered by hers, threw his head back, his strangled cry ripping through the pants and gasps to echo throughout the apartment. And that sight, that sound – that must have done it for Heechul-oppa, too, because with two more sloppy, frantic thrusts into her, his body went rigid, his cock twitching, and she felt his seed inside her even through the material of the condom. The feeling of two men coming inside her at the same time made Taeyeon tremble, her own orgasm prolonged as her walls clamped down a few more times around them, gradually getting slower and weaker until they stopped altogether.

Taeyeon raised herself gingerly up from Jungsoo-oppa as Heechul-oppa slipped out of her. Breathless, her body feeling unbelievably light and tingly, she collapsed onto Jungsoo-oppa’s prone, sweaty body in a boneless heap, her chest heaving and her thighs still trembling. Heechul-oppa didn’t bother moving much either, opting to relax right on top of her, squishing her between the two men. For a moment, all she processed was the sound of their panting, the warmth of their shared body heat, and the unreal weightlessness of her body. Her mind was completely blank, any care spared for thought completely depleted.

It must have been for at least two minutes that they just lay there, catching their breath, not saying anything and not really wanting to say anything. The silence was broken by Heechul-oppa’s voice, husky and raw from what had happened just minutes prior.

“That was… something.”

It was one of the few times Taeyeon had ever heard him sound at such a loss for words. An amused huff escaped her. “You could say that.” She glanced down at Jungsoo-oppa, whose eyes were cracked lazily open and staring at her. “Sorry. I should probably get off you.”

“You’re fine,” Jungsoo-oppa murmured, his gaze switching to his friend, sharpening to a playful glare, “It’s him that’s the problem.”

“What’s the matter? You love it when I lay on top of you after a good fuck.” Heechul-oppa’s words were taunting, as per usual, but there was an unexpected softness in his voice. Without another sound of protest, he extricated himself, flopping down on the mattress a little bit away from Jungsoo-oppa. Sensing that he’d left space for her, Taeyeon gave Super Junior’s leader a brief kiss on the nose and followed, pulling herself to the side and wriggling until all three of them were comfortably lying in the bed, her in between the two men.

Heechul-oppa peeled the condom gingerly off his softened member, discarding it in the trash can. After a moment, Jungsoo-oppa did the same, careful not to let any of his seed spill out and get on the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked her softly as she sat up, wincing a little at the soreness between her legs.

Okay definitely wasn’t the right word to be describing her right now (she was much more than okay), but Taeyeon understood his intentions. She nodded, playfully palming his cheek.

“We should clean you up,” Heechul-oppa commented, and Jungsoo-oppa dipped his head to gesture his agreement.

“That’s okay.” Taeyeon didn’t want them to feel obligated. “I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, but I want to do it for you. And I’m sure Jungsoo does, too.” Heechul-oppa’s reply caught her off guard. She blinked, staying silent this time as the two men left the bedroom. They had both already been to her apartment plenty of times, so there was no need to worry that they wouldn’t know where to find the bathroom, or the towels.

They’re walking around my apartment naked right now. The realization, while it should be obvious, only just hit her now, and she had to fight to stop a giggle from bursting through. Not that it was funny, really, it was just altogether odd. But not in a bad way. There was something pleasing about the situation; two of her close friends taking such considerate care of her after their threesome. It made Taeyeon realize, again, what good people Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were. She was glad to be friends with them.

Waiting for the two, Taeyeon wriggled over the mattress and sheets so she could reach over to her nightstand and take out the bottle of birth control pills that she kept in one of the drawers. She knew that Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa had done their part in putting on condoms, but she generally didn’t feel secure after sex without minimizing the chance of any accidents as much as possible, which meant that, on top of her partner – or partners, in this case – having a condom on, she had to make sure she had contraceptives, as well. She took one, screwed the cap of the bottle back on, dropped it into its original spot, and shut the drawer.

Not ten seconds after, the two men returned, Heechul-oppa also with his clothes that had been discarded earlier in the living room. Both of them were holding wet towels. Wondering if they were really, genuinely going to do it for her, Taeyeon stretched out her hands expectantly. Part of her was ready for them to hand her the towels and let her do the somewhat complicated part, but Jungsoo-oppa shook his head. “Let us do it.”

“Yeah. You have to be exhausted after that,” Heechul-oppa agreed. “We’ll take care of it. Please?”

Please. Did they really want to do that for her that badly? It was surprisingly touching. She nodded. “Okay.”

Pleased at her response, Heechul-oppa bent down and gave her a brief but gentle kiss on her forehead, brushing strands of hair away from her face before he pulled away and giving her a mischievous, shit-eating grin. Rolling her eyes, muttering that this was why his nickname was “nutcase”, Taeyeon swiped him away playfully, adjusting herself on the bed to make room for the two Super Junior members. They settled themselves comfortably around her, gently probing between her legs and wiping her wet folds down with the water-soaked towels. The material was warm, presumably from the temperature of the water, and Taeyeon let out a little sigh of pleasure. It felt surprisingly, completely natural, what they were doing. The three of them had always done so many things together, and this wasn’t much different.

Jungsoo-oppa seemed happy at her expression of contentment. That bright smile spread across his mouth, lighting his entire face up and brightening those beautiful eyes. “Does that feel good?” he asked gently, tenderly grazing his lips across her kneecap. Going the tiniest bit breathless at his affectionate display, Taeyeon nodded wordlessly, reaching forward and petting his head. The action seemed to be satisfying to him, if the way he closed his eyes like a satisfied lap cat was any indication.

The two men worked diligently and quietly, carefully, until most of the wetness between Taeyeon’s thighs was cleaned off. “What about you two?” she asked as they confirmed that she didn’t need any more hands. They seemed relatively clean for their part, and her observation was confirmed when Heechul-oppa replied that they’d already washed themselves off.

“Then I’m going to take a shower,” Taeyeon decided out loud. As enjoyable as their threesome had been – and it was enjoyable – she was covered in sweat, unsurprisingly, and she wasn’t going to go to bed like this. Besides, the sheets of her bed needed changing after all that had happened on top of them, and she wasn’t in the mood to do so when she was so unkempt. To put it mildly.

“Want to join?” She was surprised at how simple it felt to ask them if they wanted to shower with her, but then again – it was hard to feel unsure about it when she saw the way their eyes glinted at her question. Taeyeon knew the answer before it was even out of their mouths.

Or rather, they never gave their answers through their mouths, instead opting to let their actions speak for themselves. Heechul-oppa leaned forward and kissed her, a soft and surprisingly chaste melding of lips after what the three of them had just done. On her other side, she felt Jungsoo-oppa place his chin on her shoulder, watching her exchange with his friend as he looped his hand through hers, intertwining their fingers and squeezing affectionately.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Taeyeon said a tad bit breathlessly as Heechul-oppa broke the kiss. Both men smiled.

She usually enjoyed showers regardless, but tonight, with Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa in the tub with her, it felt even more pleasant. It was the first time she’d ever been washed by someone else. Heechul-oppa insisted on lathering her scalp and hair with shampoo, his hands thorough and careful, and then helping her rinse it off with the hot running water. Jungsoo-oppa did the conditioner, gently smoothing through the locks of her hair with the creamy material and then also rinsing it off for her. Taeyeon had always wondered what it would feel like to let someone do such mundane things for her; although she’d not been sure that it would be pleasant for her, seeing as she was cripplingly frightened of ever being dependent on anyone, it was startlingly and wholly comforting.

It was also the first time that she had helped wash someone. She and Heechul-oppa teamed up to shampoo Jungsoo-oppa’s hair, meticulously wiping at his scalp through the soapy locks, and then washing it off with the hot shower water. Not that the effort wasn’t worth it to help him, but Jungsoo-oppa’s soft smile made everything even more worthwhile.

Next, she and Jungsoo-oppa worked together on Heechul-oppa, doing the same with him. After they’d finished that, the two men went back to work on her, lathering her body gently with body wash. Their warm, steady hands on her skin brought a whole different type of satisfaction than the kind they’d given her earlier in the bedroom, and Taeyeon found herself practically melting into their touch, letting them do their work. They were thorough; before she might have thought doing this would be totally awkward, but somehow, it wasn’t.

She sighed in pleasure as Jungsoo-oppa’s hands brushed over the curve of her hips. He smiled at her, that dimple flashing with the upward curl of his lips.

Once the men had finished with the body wash, Heechul-oppa turned on the water again, and they again worked in tandem to rinse her off. They might always say their personalities didn’t match, but their actual actions were perfectly coordinated together, getting the job done efficiently.

After she was cleaned, she helped Jungsoo-oppa do the same to Heechul-oppa, then helped Heechul-oppa do the same to Jungsoo-oppa. And following all that, the three of them took turns with their final rinsing to get rid of any traces of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that might be left.

They stepped out of the shower and dried themselves, patting excess water droplets away with towels. Taeyeon wrung her dripping hair over the bathtub, squeezing firmly until drops were no longer falling down her back, legs, and arms. Next to her, Heechul-oppa was rubbing Jungsoo-oppa’s hair firmly with his own towel, leaving it a chaotic mess but getting it sufficiently dry. Jungsoo-oppa returned the favor, and the result was a white-blonde mop of hair on Heechul-oppa’s head, ridiculously ruffled thanks to its length and the rather voluminous amount of hair that the self-proclaimed Universe Superstar had.

“We’d better get dressed,” Taeyeon commented as they left the bathroom, her making sure to leave the door open to let the condensation of their shower escape. The three of them shuffled down to the bedroom, and Taeyeon slid her underwear on and left the two men to put on their clothes in favor of dipping into her closet in search of something comfortable to put on at home. She found a long-sleeved grey cotton shirt that reached her upper thighs hanging a little bit from the entrance of the closet. Satisfied with the discovery, she slipped it on, pleased when the material settled loosely, not molding against the shape of her body. She didn’t bother to put on a bra or pants – Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa had already done much more than see her naked, so what was the point?

She came out of the closet to see the two men looking around a tad bit awkwardly, wearing nothing but their boxers and showing no signs of trying to put on their other clothes. Taeyeon’s brow furrowed. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” It wasn’t like they could go back home dressed in nothing but their underwear. She stifled the brief surge of amusement at the thought of what a scandal that would cause. The media would absolutely explode.

“Well,” Heechul-oppa said, a hint of uncharacteristic uncertainty in his voice. “I was actually wondering if we could spend the night. I’m pretty sure he was, too,” he added, glancing at Jungsoo-oppa, who nodded a sheepish yes, looking the smallest bit embarrassed to be admitting that he had, in fact, been thinking the same thing.

Taeyeon blinked. Spend the night? She hadn’t expected that. She’d expected them to be on their way as soon as they were cleaned up, their business with each other done.

But it wasn’t like she didn’t want them to stay, either. In fact, it might be nice. If there was anything this night was proving to her it was that many things that she’d thought might be a hassle to do together were actually proving to be rather pleasant with other people. Or maybe not all other people, but they certainly were pleasant with the two men in front of her.

“That’s fine,” Taeyeon decided out loud. “As long as you both brush your teeth. I’ve got some spare toothbrushes – I’ll get them for you. And wait,” she paused, looking over the two of them, “are you really going to sleep in just your boxers?”

“Looks like we’ll have to,” Jungsoo-oppa replied, looking happy that she had said yes. “It’s not like we can sleep in the clothes we wore on the way here.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“Not if it’s us three,” said Super Junior’s leader cheekily. Taeyeon rolled her eyes as Heechul-oppa wrinkled his nose, cringing at his friend’s comment.

Like she’d said, she got out the spare toothbrushes and informed the two men – but not before brushing her teeth herself, as she wasn’t willing to wait until they got around to it. After that, as Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were brushing their teeth, she brought out two spare pillows from the closet and arranged them on the mattress, getting ready for a night spent huddled up with two of her closest male friends.

A brief thought flashed through her mind – she could only imagine how furiously scandalized her father would have been if he’d been alive to hear about this. Not that she would have told him, even if he had been – she doubted she would have told much of anything to that man. He was never a good person to go to for comfort, and she could only imagine he’d be a much worse person to go to with the news that she’d just had a threesome. He’d considered sex before marriage an atrocious fault enough; how much more appalled would he be to hear that she had sex with two men at the same time without even being romantically involved with them?

Still, Taeyeon reflected at she flopped down in the bed, maybe he wouldn’t have let his fury and disgust show. He’d never been someone who let her know his feelings ever since her mother had passed away. For all she could imagine he would probably just have made a single flippant comment about her being out of her mind before hanging up, walking away – disengaging himself with her, whatever that entailed doing.

She was so busy wondering how her father would have reacted – or if he would have reacted at all, that was the real question, she thought with grim amusement – that she didn’t notice Heechul-oppa until he flopped down on the bedside to her left. “You were thinking about something depressing,” he commented as he settled.

“What gave it away?” Taeyeon didn’t bother trying to deny it.

“Not sure. Just something about the way you were looking at the ceiling.” He rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up by the elbows, staring at her blatantly. “What were you thinking of?”

The bedroom door, cracked open slightly, opened fully at that moment, and Jungsoo-oppa walked in, closing it behind him. “Yeah, what were you thinking of?” he asked, clearly having overheard the conversation.

Taeyeon hesitated, weighing her words. It was only until after Jungsoo-oppa settled on the bed at her right side that she spoke. “My dad.”

They fell silent. Both men knew about her father – the little she’d told them of him, anyway. She hadn’t had much to say about him because he’d never really revealed himself to her in a way that she could have understood back then. And now, even though she had a better grasp on the person that he had been, it was too late to pin down the full picture. Her father would always remain as he was in her head – someone who was so unbelievably clear after so many years, but simultaneously someone who didn’t even feel like a real person because of how murky and enigmatic he seemed. Taeyeon wondered if that had been his intention when he distanced himself from his children. Had he wanted them to remember him as only half of a full person?

Jungsoo-oppa reached under the covers and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately and bringing Taeyeon out of her thoughts. She was about to look over at him, slightly caught off-guard by the sudden action, but Heechul-oppa leaned over and kissed her forehead with surprising tenderness, letting his warm lips linger over her skin before he pulled back. Taeyeon moved her head from right to left, giving both men confused looks.

“What was that about?” she asked.

“We’re here now,” Jungsoo-oppa said simply. Heechul-oppa nodded.

Taeyeon’s lips curved upward into a small but genuine smile. “Thanks.” Her word was nothing more than a whisper, but there was no way they didn’t hear it, laying right next to her in the bed.

Her sleep that night was unusually deep. And in the morning, when Taeyeon sent the two of them off – but not before kissing both of them on the lips (starting with Heechul-oppa, since he’d greasily been sticking out his lips at her insisting on a goodbye kiss) – she found herself smiling. Small, but genuine.

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After the two men had gotten dressed and they’d all undergone the long process of makeup removal, impatiently trying to suppress the tingling in their bodies in the climbing of their heart rates, the three of them had bid the remaining staff goodbye and made their way to Taeyeon’s apartment. The car ride had been full of whispered, salacious comments, mischievous touches, lips brushing against skin and fingers seeking sensitive places.

But they were finally in the privacy of her home, and all restraints were torn apart. Heechul-oppa had barely closed the door behind them when Jungsoo-oppa grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him, molding their mouths together with an aggressiveness that she hadn’t expected from such a sweet man. His tongue swept along the seam of her lips, barely giving her time to part them before sliding into her mouth and making contact with hers. Taeyeon moaned, clasping her hands against the nape of his neck and pulling him closer to her. Her entire body was on fire, her nerves thrumming, her skin prickling, her heartbeat thudding. And when she felt Heechul-oppa press against her from behind, grinding his hardening cock against her backside through the suddenly too-stuffy fabric of their clothes, electricity arced through her entire body. She shuddered.

Jungsoo-oppa broke their frenzied mash of lips to trail lower, kissing and sucking his way down her jaw and to the arch of her throat, while Heechul-oppa nipped her earlobe, one of his hands snaking up to her breast and pressing at the nipple through the layers of fabric. Taeyeon gasped, her head falling back against Heechul-oppa’s shoulder as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Stop,” she panted out, taking Jungsoo-oppa’s face in her hands and pulling him back up to his full height. Behind her, Heechul-oppa released her earlobe and brought his hand back to himself. “What’s the matter?” he asked, a thrill traveling up her spine at the sound of his hoarse voice so close against the sensitive flesh of her ear. He sounded incredibly sexy, but it was tampered with a tint of concern. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she replied quickly. Why would she want to stop? Never. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is?” This time it was Jungsoo-oppa who spoke, gazing at her attentively. It warmed Taeyeon’s heart to see the sincerity in his eyes, the worry in Heechul-oppa’s voice. In that moment, she trusted them completely to take care of her.

Reaching back, she gently palmed Heechul-oppa’s cock. He hissed sharply, probably not expecting the bold move after she’d made them halt their own ministrations on her. Giving Jungsoo-oppa one more quick but heated kiss and then pulling away, Taeyeon turned to face the other man, younger by nine days, and tugged demandingly at the hem of the T-shirt he wore.

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he pulled the article of clothing off to reveal his pale, well-muscled upper body. Not wasting a second, Taeyeon ran her arms over the newly revealed flesh, her hands sweeping over his chest and abdominals and eliciting a shaky breath from him. It would have been fun, watching him unravel further beneath her touch, but she was too impatient to wait.

“Lay down on the sofa, oppa,” Taeyeon ordered breathlessly, and was met with a raised eyebrow and a gaze full of curious anticipation. Behind her, Jungsoo-oppa softly laughed. “Listen to the lady, Heechul,” Super Junior’s leader commanded.

Shrugging, Heechul-oppa did, shuffling over to the sofa and laying down on the piece of furniture. He looked delectable, spread out before her like that, his bare chest heaving with his heavy breaths and his thick locks mussed and tousled.

Taking Jungsoo-oppa’s hand, Taeyeon led him to the sofa too. “You can watch if you want, Jungsoo-oppa,” she said. “Or join in. It doesn’t matter.”

“Alright.” The leader’s gaze was somehow both dark and burning at the same time, shifting between Taeyeon herself and Heechul, sprawled shirtless on the couch. He was enjoying this much more than she’d thought he would.

Smiling to herself, Taeyeon climbed onto the sofa and undid the button of Heechul-oppa’s jeans and slid them off down his legs. A faint, almost indiscernible groan left the man as his cock received some freedom from the confines of his pants, although it was still buried under the fabric of the undergarments that he wore, forming a visible and growing tent. Taeyeon pressed the heel of her palm gently against the tip of the rising lump, and Heechul-oppa twisted, gasping. Beneath her hand, she could feel him hardening further.

It would have been lovely to tease him some more, but Taeyeon wanted to get right to it. She had been patient long enough, and there would be plenty of opportunities later to wear down both Heechul-oppa and Leeteuk-oppa until they were begging her to stop goading.

That sounded a like a wonderful night all on its own. But for another time.

Taeyeon wrapped her fingers around the waistband of Heechul-oppa’s boxers and pulled them down, flinging the undergarments somewhere behind her. She glanced over at Jungsoo-oppa to make sure he was having his fill as well, and those eyes, so saturated with blazing lust as they alternated between herself and his fellow member, assured her that he definitely was.

“Like I said, Jungsoo-oppa,” Taeyeon called, “you can join anytime you want.”

“Wow, I’m getting kind of scared,” Heechul-oppa commented sarcastically. His words were light, even mocking, but everything else was a blatant testament to just how turned on he was. His voice was breathless and strained, his pupils were wide and blown, his normally pale cheeks were flushed with a ruddy hue, his fingers digging into the material of her sofa as he tried to control himself. And of course, the most telling sign – his cock was hardening and glistening with pre-cum under the dim light.

“Don’t be,” was Taeyeon’s simple reply before she maneuvered her body so that she was facing that swelling member. Off to the side, Jungsoo-oppa inhaled sharply. Heechul-oppa propped himself onto his elbows to look at her, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Are you really–”

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, enclosing her lips around it and wasting no time in swiping the searing-hot skin gently with her tongue. Without waiting, she went lower, taking more and more of the blood-swollen organ into her hot cavern, meticulously swiping over its length and girth with her tongue until she her lips were closed almost around the base of Heechul-oppa’s cock.

Heechul-oppa was squirming, panting, moaning, and Taeyeon had to plant a firm hand on his inner thigh to stop his legs from closing around her head. The noises he was making were absolutely delectable – something that Taeyeon knew she’d never forget the sound of. Smug pride surged through her as Heechul-oppa pushed his hips toward her, his fingers tangling in her hair and harshly tugging.

“Holy shit – how – where did you – oh fuck – learn to do – fuck!”

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the self-proclaimed Universe Superstar lose his composure so…utterly. As Taeyeon continued her ministrations, he writhed and mewled, gasped and whimpered, his fingers twisting in her hair with each calculated suck and each mischievous lick. More than pleased at Heechul-oppa’s response, Taeyeon tightened her lips around the base of his cock and hummed softly. The man she was giving her attentions to moaned, loud and unabashed and wanton.

At that moment, Jungsoo-oppa shifted forward to the other end of the couch, where Heechul-oppa’s head lay on the arm of the piece of furniture, turning every-which-way in response to Taeyeon’s mouth. Leaning down, the leader captured his fellow member’s lips hotly, cupping Heechul-oppa’s face in his hands to guide their mouths against each other. The sight made Taeyeon’s hands on Heechul-oppa’s thighs tighten, her legs instinctually pressing against each other to alleviate the heat stirring to life between them. Breathing deeply through her nose, she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the erotic image before her, letting it spur her on as she worked Heechul-oppa diligently with her lips and tongue. It didn’t take much more to bring him to his end. His cock twitched a few times, his hands in her hair tightened, yanking desperately at her scalp, and he broke his kiss with Jungsoo-oppa to throw his head back on the pillow, his eyes screwed shut and those plump lips parted in an absolutely filthy moan. Inside her mouth, hot, viscous liquid spurted everywhere as he reached his high.

Taeyeon pulled back and wiped her mouth, careful not to let any of Heechul-oppa’s cum slip from her mouth. She had something particular that she wanted to show him – and Jungsoo-oppa, too.

Crawling up Heechul-oppa’s body, she straddled him, the fabric of her clothes just barely brushing against his softening member. Jungsoo-oppa glanced at her, and Heechul-oppa looked up too, his chest heaving as he recovered from his high. He studied her blearily, mind clearly still clouded and blurred with endorphins, but he’d always been a perceptive person. The slight narrowing of his eyes told her that he, even in his partially blissed-out state, sensed she was up to something playful.

But they widened again when she parted her lips to allow her own index finger into her mouth before drawing it out, revealing the digit smeared with Heechul-oppa’s fluids. Only then did she let her throat flex as she swallowed what was in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Heechul-oppa gasped, closing his eyes again briefly as he processed what she had just done. His hands came up to grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh through her clothes as he tried to regain his composure. No sooner had he managed to catch his breath that Taeyeon kissed him. She roughly melded her mouth against his lips, already swollen from his earlier kiss with Jungsoo-oppa, wrapping a hand softly around his throat and stroking the pulse point with her thumb.

Not wanting the other participant of their frolicking to feel left out, Taeyeon glanced at Jungsoo-oppa, who was watching them with intense interest, his eyes drinking in every detail of her kiss with Heechul-oppa, and raised her hand to beckon him closer. When he approached, she broke apart from Heechul-oppa and slotted her mouth against Jungsoo-oppa’s instead. He was very responsive – probably highly turned on since she’d suggested that the three of them share a night together – and enthusiastically returned her kiss, cupping her face in his hands to maximize the contact between their lips.

Underneath her, Heechul-oppa sat up, sweeping the neckline of her shirt and the strap of her bra to the side to reveal the flesh of her shoulder. He grazed his lips lightly over the exposed area, making Taeyeon shiver pleasurably at the sensation. And when his mouth trailed higher, placing hot, wet kisses along her skin as he went, she gasped, breaking her kiss with Jungsoo-oppa.

Heechul-oppa arrived at her ear, gently nipping at the lobe before running his tongue over the shell. It was almost ticklish, a feeling that Taeyeon normally despised, but right now, she would have been absolutely loathe to lose it.

The second-oldest member of Super Junior paused, his lips just barely brushing against her ear. “Your turn,” he whispered, and Taeyeon shuddered at the sound of his voice, so breathy and so hoarse, sounding right next to her.

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