#poly kpop

Yunho is convinced that jelly sweets can help him. Or at least when he's sick, he likes to eat sweets. Other times, not so much. Unfortunately, you guys weren't prepared for Yunho being sick in the near future. Plus, there's a storm brewing, the kind you haven't seen in a long time. It's been raining steadily for a week now, sometimes more, sometimes less. The others went to do the shopping with the car, leaving Yunho behind with the promise to bring him some jelly. He responded with a small, grateful smile.

Now, looking at his tortured expression, you would give a lot to see that smile again, the hope in his eyes. You reach out and take his hand. You sigh. Gently, slowly, you caress the back of his hand, knowing how sensitive he is to touch when he has a fever. You don't want to overdo it and hurt him, but at the same time you want to let him know physically that you're there for him.

"It's on the way." You really hope it is. The last time Jongho called, they were already at the checkout. Your youngest friend boasted that they were bringing five full bags of jelly beans. That was about twenty minutes ago. No news since then. It bothers you that you can't offer an immediate solution to Yunho's every wish.

Before Yunho can ask any more questions, the door opens. Yeosang arrives with a tray holding a steaming mug and something wrapped in napkins that you can't identify yet. With cautious steps, he moves to the other side of the bed among some discarded clothes - because Yunho didn't want to shower this morning, just threw everything off the bed he'd chosen as his regular place - and then takes a seat, placing the tray safely on the bedside table, gently moving Seonghwa's half-finished book.

“I've brought the tea," he says to Yunho. "And I found some biscuits to go with it."

Interested, the patient moves up on the pillow, but still looks vulnerable. Yeosang holds the cup in his hand and gives the man small sips. Meanwhile, you get up and gather up the laundry strewn around the bed and take it to the bathroom. On the way, you hear a conversation emanating from the kitchen, from which you hear the word 'jelly bean' clearly spoken at one point. So after throwing the laundry in the hamper, you go to the kitchen instead of the bedroom. The room is filled with the smell of hot water and tea leaves. Mingi is putting away the tea ingredients. The call is already finished, his phone is on the counter.

Originally, Mingi wouldn’t be on sick duty today. Today's subordinates are you and Yeosang, Mingi just didn't want to leave the apartment in this crazy weather and he’s helping you instead. It's not like this sick duty thing is strict in your relationship, and it's set in stone that Mingi can only nurse Yunho on Mondays and Fridays and holidays or anything. That said, there are rules. For example, Mingi usually only needs one nurse when he gets a cold or something more serious, but at such times it is Yunho for most of the time. Then there's Jongho, who, if he falls ill, no matter what the schedule, has all eight of you at his disposal twenty-four hours a day. Or, again, there's Seonghwa, who hides the fact that he's sick until it's too obvious, and you're all freaking out as to why he won't let you take care of him.

Yunho usually hardly gets sick. When he does, even a mild cold will get him down. And when he is ill, he's even fussier than the sick Wooyoung, and only one lover has a hard time coping with his demands. Usually two people are enough to care for him if there are jelly beans nearby. Which, for now, there aren’t.

“Are they on their way home?” you ask Mingi, who's packing honey. 

"It's worse downtown than here," he says. "The traffic's bad. They're just moving towards home inch by inch."

You both look out of the window, and the tapping of the rain remains as unrelenting as the fever that plagues Yunho.

“Is the tea to his liking?”

“I'm sure of it,” you smile at him. Mingi is usually insecure when it comes to Yunho's well-being. You suspect that the boy's illness was a more significant reason for Mingi to stay home than his desire not to get wet. “But you can ask him.”

You return to the bedroom with Mingi at your side. You remind yourself that this room now functions as a ward. The patient is huddled near the edge of the bed, munching on biscuits soaked in tea, so that they don't scratch his throat.

“It's not jelly,” he mutters, then pulls away from Yeosang and lies back on the upholstered cushions.

You look at Yeosang. Your theory is that you're thinking the exact same thing. If jelly beans are the only thing that helps your boyfriend, you'll do anything to get them. You're even willing to go to the convenience store in the pouring rain, because when you are on sick duty, Yunho mustn't lack anything.

"We'll go and get jelly beans," you say. Yeosang nods his head in commitment.

“We'll go?” Mingi looks terrified. “All of us?”

You can't leave Yunho alone in this state. It's a good thing that Mingi is here, in addition to Yeosang and you, ready for action, and not stuck in traffic with the others downtown. 

“No. You stay here with Yunho and look after him.”

Mingi continues to blink. 

“We'll be quick, don't worry, you don't have to multitask. Yuyu will probably fall asleep soon.”

"It's not me I'm worried about," he protests, "You'll get wet and cold."

"The store is not far away. We won't have enough time in the rain to freeze to death."

Yeosang wraps Yunho in a blanket and kisses him on the head.

"Mingi?" The man folded in a burrito addresses the worried individual.

“Yes?”

“Gimme a hug.”

Mingi doesn't resist, but climbs onto the bed, swapping places with Yeosang, who pats his shoulder as he passes. Before you even leave the room, you hear Mingi apologize and ask for Yunho's forgiveness.

Yeosang sticks the umbrella out the door. Just a little to test how much it rains. There's really barely any surface out, but the wind immediately grabs it and tugs it further. He pulls it back in time before the umbrella swings out or the wind wins, and you close the door with a great struggle, which also wants to jump off its hinges from the violent gusts of wind.

“I think this will stay here,” Yeosang says, and then drops the solid black umbrella behind you.

You zip up your raincoat. It occurs to you that maybe Mingi is right, and you'll be so wet you'll get stuck in a puddle of icy water. Yet the idea doesn't discourage you, doesn't make you stay, because Yunho needs the jellies.

Yeosang adjusts his hood, then holds out his hand. You embrace him tightly. You check your wallet stashed in the waterproof pocket one last time and place your hand on the doorknob. Then you push it down. The door swings open, and you let it drag you along with it. The back of your coat gets soaked immediately. The rain doesn't fall, it instead pours down from behind in a wave with the wind. Clinging on to Yeosang in vain, it's hard to keep up your own pace and not lurch forward like a rag doll. It's a wonder your boyfriend can close the door.

Although the shop is indeed a block away, at this time it feels like you're wandering for eternity. For one thing, the scenery is completely different in the rain, it's harder to navigate, especially in the raging, commanding wind. Around one corner, Yeosang has to pull you in, because out of nowhere a car appears, its wheels gallantly splashing a full puddle onto the pavement.

Somehow, you do reach the store. As soon as the automatic door closes behind you, the storm is out of the way. Inside, the weather is pleasant. Only the clothes clinging to your skin and the small puddles and mud stains on the floor left by other shoppers are reminders of what a doomsday is happening outside.

“Huh,” you sigh in relief. The first game of the war against weather is over. You only have one more to go to succeed in the jelly bean mission.

“We're crazy," Yeosang shakes his head in disbelief. Then he smiles up at you, sweetly and lovingly, because he's proud you're crazy. You return it.

Insanity is part of sick duty to some extent. Last time San must have used up thirty tissues a day, and ran out in the middle of the week. Hongjoong ran so fast to replace the used-up packets that he was almost hit by a truck. And when you were sick and craving nothing but a mug of hot tomato soup when all the shops were closed and there were no tomatoes at home, only ketchup... Well, Jongho tried.

You purposefully seek out sweets. Luckily, you don't have to wander around and scout the place, you'll often find yourself here. You take off two bags of Yunho's favourite flavour, sour apple. You remember again how pitiful your otherwise healthy and cheerful boyfriend looks.

“This will help him,” Yeosang says encouragingly, as if he's reading your mind.

You nod, then head for the cashier. You get in line. From here, you can see the window and the rain pouring down.

For the first time since the jelly bean plan was born, you have time to think about Mingi's excuse when he cuddled up to Yunho. It's my fault. I'm sorry. But how could it be his fault that Yunho caught a cold?

You're rewinding the previous two weeks. Yunho was in home office the whole time. He really enjoyed it, and when he wasn't working, he was playing video games. He didn't put his foot out until one time when he had to pop down to the shop for something. It didn't rain so heavily that day, just a gentle drizzle. Maybe Mingi had taken off Yunho's blanket one night? It couldn't be, either, because they'd been sleeping far apart lately.

It's your turn, so you suspend your musings. When you get back, you'll ask Mingi and hope it's not too embarrassing for him not to tell you. If he feels guilty, you could help him and reassure him that it's not his fault.

You and Yeosang pay. You put the bags in your coat pockets. You pull the hood up, not that it matters. You cling together again, then step out onto the soggy pavement. 

The way back is harder. This time the wind brings the rain from the front. Each blast smacks you in the face. Neither of your hoods can stay up. Your hair gets wet, the rain drips under your coat. You successfully step into a puddle, literally splashing in the muddy water, and the inside of your boots get soaked. You're wet everywhere, from your elbows to your toes. It's really annoying, but you don't falter, clutching Yeosang's arm until you reach the sheltering door of your home to drop in like two wet rags on the threshold and with a combined effort you shut out the cold, ominous wind. Yeosang slides along the door, his hair leaving a wet streak on the wooden panel.

“We did it,” he sighs, and proudly rattles one of the jelly beans he pulls out of his pocket. The bag is intact, of course.

“We did,” you agree, and pull him up off the ground.

Suddenly you're faced with the problem of not knowing what to take off first because everything is equally soaked. It's almost as if your clothes are the cool part of your skin, plus outer layers. Finally, following your boyfriend's example, you throw your coat on the floor first, then your shoes on the doormat, and socks after.

Before you reach for the next layer of clothing, there is the sound of footsteps. You think Mingi is coming, but when he sighs, you realize it's not your tall lover.

“You guys are adorable and dedicated, but silly at the same time," says Hongjoong with crossed arms.

“But at least Yunho’s jellies will hold out until he heals,” answers Yeosang, taking off his shirt.

“When did you arrive?” you ask.

“About a minute ago. But we'll talk later. Now go take a shower before you too end up feverishly next to Yunho,” Hongjoong advises, then retreats and San steps forward. He unconcealedly runs his eyes over Yeosang's naked torso, and yours, which still has your shirt stuck to it, rather tightly, so it might even be useless.

“If you get sick, I'll be on sick duty every day. The thing is, the adorable, dedicated, silly people are just my type” he winks.

“Move over, Sanie," Wooyoung appears and nudges the other one in the side, "You promised to help hyung pack up.”

San hums and walks away, but still smiles in your direction. You all love to oblige Hongjoong and Seonghwa, and that goes for when there's an opportunity to flirt as well.

“You two are sexy, all wet,” Wooyoung admits. “If you need help with the shower, let me know. I'll be within earshot.”

“We'll consider it,” you promise. Wooyoung nods with a grin, and he also retreats to the kitchen.

You pass through the hallway, but before you can go to the bathroom, Jongho stands in front of you with a plate of jelly beans. “Here. I thought you should be the ones to give it to him. You made a greater sacrifice, and most of us stayed dry. Except for Hwa hyung, who opened the door and held the umbrella.”

“Thank you,” you say at the same time. While Yeosang takes the bowl, you press a kiss on Jongho's cheek.

When you retire to the bedroom, the scene is quite cozy. Yunho is in bed, hugging Mingi, craving jelly beans, and you offer him what he craves most, and what you fought Mother Nature for.

“We got it,” you report.

Yunho snaps his head up. The mere hope brings life to his sick features. You stand by the bed, careful not to get rainwater on it.

“Here, hyung," Yeosang hands the bowl to him in a soft whisper.

“I hope you weren’t too desperate, baby. We hurried as much as we could.”

“You're the best," says Yunho, touched, between bites. “I love you.”

“We love you too, giant baby. Very much,” you assure him.

And he smiles up at you. The mission is a complete success. Whether all that time and getting soaked was enough to put you to bed remains to be seen. In the meantime, you bask in success.

Mingi sneezes. Then he reaches under the pillow and takes out a handkerchief. “My throat may be a tiny bit scratchy.”

“Should we set up someone on sick duty for you too?” Yeosang offers readily.

“Our poor boyfriends,” you sigh, watching them. Yunho in the midst of illness, Mingi as he probably slips into a state of flux.

“I deserve it,” murmurs Mingi, looking ruefully at Yunho.

“Why do you think so?” you ask the question that has been nagging at you for a good twenty minutes.

“When we ran out of milk last week, Yunho and I went to the grocery store... I offered to make out with him in the rain. It didn't rain much, and there was no wind. Still, that's how Yunho got cold.”

"Come on," the other protests hoarsely. He sucks on a jelly bean with great enthusiasm. You wouldn't believe he can taste it. “You offered, I agreed, I could have said no, but I didn't. All in all, it was worth it.”

“Worth it?” Yeosang raises his eyebrows. “You were dying before the jelly arrived.”

"If you haven't kissed Mingi in the rain, you won't understand," he declares, then turns to Mingi. “Want a jelly, princess?

Yeosang and you leave them alone, let them romance each other in the infirmary. Barefoot, you stomp off to the bathroom. You open the door, and a thick, fragrant steam rises from the room. A pleasant warm breeze reminds you how cold you are. You hurry inside. Yeosang closes the door to keep the comforting steam from escaping.

Seonghwa is already drying his hair and got dressed. You look at him expectantly, ready to be reprimanded. But he has no such plans. He takes your face with one hand and Yeosang's with the other. “I am proud of you. Take a bath, then we can watch a movie. We made a whole list while we were stuck in traffic.”

Yeosang hums, you nod in response. Good idea. At this time of year, there's no point in doing anything other than curling up on the sofa together.

You bask in Seonghwa's soft touch until the last moment, and the knowledge that he's proud of you. It's really enjoyable to play good cop, bad cop with Hongjoong, and they don’t scold you twice. Regardless, you need to figure out a way to cheer up that boyfriend of yours who called you adorable, dedicated, and silly all at the same time. 

“So he probably caught it while kissing,” you acknowledge what you've heard by tugging your trousers down after Seonghwa has left you alone.

“Interesting.”

“And understandable. Sounds romantic.”

“Do you want to go back?” Yeosang glances up at you as he pulls towels out of the closet. The look in his eyes is willing. It embarrasses you to know that he would take a single word from you and go back with you into the pouring rain to fulfill that desire.

“I wouldn’t do it in this weather. But, for example, standing in a cool summer drizzle, refreshing after the heat. When me and my partner won’t be so likely to have a fever for a week.”

“Last summer Woo did it with someone. I think it was with Sanie, but I'm not sure. Maybe he caught Hongjoong hyung in a moment of weakness.”

“Really? Is it fashionable to kiss in the rain in our relationship?”

“A bit.” Yeosang undresses completely. 

Your hand is over the laundry basket, you've dropped the last of your clothes in it, yet you don't move. You’re looking at Yeosang. At his naked back, how rainwater is dripping from his hair, onto his delicate muscles. The line of his shoulder blades as his back narrows, ending in the lovely hips you'd hold in your hands for days. And of course you can't neglect his ass or his thighs or his whole being, because once you start looking at him, one part of him is not enough, and the whole of him is overwhelmingly wonderful.

He turns back to you. “Are you coming?”

“Sure.” You follow him into the bath. You take his face in the palm of your hand and kiss him on the lips. “Wooyoung was right.” 

“About what?”

"You're sexy when you're wet," you explain, and at the same time you probably reveal that you were just staring at him.

"He didn't just say that to me, love," he replies, pulling you close. Then he opens the water. The warm, soothing drops fall on your head and drip down your chilled skin. Like rain.

“I have an idea. Let's kiss here like it's raining.”

“Oh,” Yeosang smiles sweetly. His thumb caresses your cheek. “Okay.”

And you shower until the hot water runs out.

you and i need to talk…sana said.

about what? i dont need sympathy okay, im just healing thats all. you said. well im glad youre moving on but look, me and my wife were just having a conversation about you. we wanted to help you heal. sana said.

those words made your heart melt. sana actually wanted to help you do better. and her wife whom youve seen pick heiran up, she’s beautiful. they seem to have a great relationship and connection. but since you love sana the way you do, you didn’t wanna mess it up. sana seriously, thank you for the food and everything youve done, but i dont wanna ruin the relationship with you and your wife. she seems lovely and heiren seems to have a great relationship with her moms. you said softly.

tell you what. why dont you call that number on that card? have a date with her. shes a very good woman, shes nice and very sweet. she is very flirtatious so be careful. sana giggled. okay sana…okay ill give it a go. you said. not really feeling it but just wanting to make sana happy.

soon the school bell rings and class starts. you go one with your teaching. often glancing more at heiran than anyone else. it had you thinking, heiran likes you, but would she be okay with a third mom? the lunch bell snaps you out of your thoughts and you sat down to eat the lunch Jihyo made you. it was the best thing youve had since the break up, its better than a sorry ham sandwich. you were so busy thinking about going on a date with sana’s wife that you didnt here sana come in to have the usual lunch conversation.

so..what do you think? will you give her a try? sana asked. i guess i will, but im just scared to ruin the relationship. you reminded her. i know but trust me, jihyo and i are both willing to do this with you. sana reassured. so you picked up the card, dialed the number and heard the phone rang. sana was sitting next to you also waiting for jihyo to pick up. sana this is stupid she isnt pickin…..you said but suddenly a voice came from the phone. hello? jihyo answered.

you sat there for a second before jihyo could say anything. uh hi, this is heirans teacher. you said. oh, hi uh i didn’t expect that you would actually call. jihyo said back. oh yeah, um i was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me? you said nervously. i would love to! when should i pick you up? jihyo asked. how about after school today? um you and i could go for dinner anywhere you want. its on me… you said but she interrupted. oh no let me pay for it. dont worry about it. jihyo said. you wanted to argue about paying but whats the point in that.

well if you dont mind it. you said. of course, my treat for the lady whos making my little girl smarter everyday. jihyo said. she made your cheeks go red for a second. sana was right, she is a bit flirty. uh alright then, so see you at 7:00 tonight? you said. its a date! jihyo said. and you both hung the phone up. if you werent screaming on the outside, you definitely were on the inside. ahhh! sana said with excitement. it’s happening im so happy for you! she continued. as the bell rang, sana gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked out. thats new, sana has never kissed you before.

after drop off, you headed home to get dressed for your date. the first real date after nayeon. you were nervous no doubt but also excited to get back out there and find love. you checked the time and it was close to 6:30 pm. you looked in the mirror one last time, just making sure you look your best. you leave out the door and shoot jihyo a text saying you were on the way to the restaurant. she sent a thumbs up and said she was excited to see you in person. you smiled to yourself, the feeling of being wanted once again, it made you so happy.

you walk into the restaurant, looking around for her. your eyes landed on hers as soon as she picked her head up. she looked you up and down and smiled deeply at you. the gesture making you blush. you sheepishly walk over to the table and she stands up to greet you. “you look…you look…wow, just wow.” “oh, i’m sorry. i was kind of rushing…” you were getting a little nervous over jihyos reaction. she sensed that, and instantly comforted you. “you look amazing babe! i love the way that dress looks on you. are you ready to eat?” you looked down and smiled, her words touching your heart. “thank you! you look great as well. and yes i’m starving!” both of you laughed lightly. and the night went on from there.

full of laughter, some tears shed, but the both of you had a great night. “can i tell you something?” jihyo asked. “sure! what is it?” you replied. “sana told me about what happened between you and your shitty ex.” you became slightly apprehensive “so?” “so she also mentioned that she has a thing for you, which is one of the main reasons why i decided to reach out. sana has a very specific type. and she also has great taste in women. i see why she has a crush on you. i think im starting to develop one for you too.” you blinked as her words caught you off guard a bit. “really? do you really have a crush on me?” you say, slightly desperate for a genuine answer.

“yes. you’re sweet, charismatic, you have a great sense of humor, i love how gentle and soft you are. i honestly don’t want this night to end.” jihyo confessed. you smiled at her, she smiled back. “i feel the same way about sana, i just don’t know how to tell her. i feel the same way about you as well. i hope this won’t be the last time we see each other.” you confessed back. your words taken her slightly aback. “oh, this most definitely will not be the last time honey! actually, what are you doing after this?” jihyo asked. “well nothing really. why?” you said. “how about you come over for the night. heiran would be happy to see you, and so will sana! what do you say?” “oh gosh, yes!”

after dinner, you got in your car and followed jihyo home. “welcome to our home! don’t worry about clothes because we have some for you. when you come in, heiran should be asleep but if not she’ll be happy to see you. are you ready to come inside?” jihyo said. you nodded and followed her into her home. as you both entered, you saw sana with her hair up, heiran in her arms sleeping, in her satin nightgown. “i take the date must’ve been successful!” sana smirked at you. you blushed at her. “i see why you have a thing for her. she’s a catch, that’s for sure.” jihyo said as she turned and winked at you. both of them flirting with you made your heart race. face heating up.

they gave you some clothes, you showered and changed in them. you came out the bathroom and both of them looked at you with admiration and love. “i could get used to that sight.” sana teased and she walked up to you and put her hands on your side. “i agree baby. alright sweet thing, are you ready to crash?” jihyo said as she walked up and got behind you. her hands lightly massaged your shoulders. “yes! where do i sleep?” you asked. “you sleep with us. i hope you don’t mind being in the middle. you get the most warmth that way.” “she’s so lucky to be in the middle. i wish i was being sandwiched between two hot women.” sana half heartedly joked.

you three got in the bed, sana and jihyo at either side of you. you turned towards sana, sana was facing you. she looked in your eyes and leaned in. you didn’t know why, but you leaned in as well. just a couple centimeters away from kissing. “thank you sana!” you said softly as to not wake jihyo. sana closed the gap and kissed you deeply. not fast, not rushed, just slow and full of emotion. she pulled back a minute later. “you’re welcome. and thank you for giving us a shot.” sana said back. you leaned in and kissed her again. you felt jihyos arm wrap around your waist. “i want some of that action.” she said sleepily. you turned you her and kissed her the same way you kissed sana.

you were happy. and that’s what mattered at the end of it all.

You were waiting in line to enter the venue where the concert was going to take place, next to you was your best friend.

“Do you actually think you can pull this off?” She asked curiously.

“Hopefully, since they know that today I’m not available.”

You had a big test earlier that day and the next day as well, which was the reason why you wouldn’t be able to attend their concert at first. Thankfully, the first one was already taken care of, and for the second one you had been studying since last week, so you were confident enough to pass it with flying colors.

You certainly couldn’t miss this opportunity to see your boyfriends live, since this could be their last tour as Zerobaseone. It was too important for them, and you had to be there to show your support.

Time flew by, the both of you were in your seats, on the second row, of course, in no time. The concert started as scheduled and you enjoyed every minute of it. You jumped, screamed, sang, and even cried; blame it on being an F.

You also had interactions with the rest of the members, who blew you kisses and posed ridiculously. Thanks to them, both Hanbin and Matthew weren’t able to spot you. Every time they went to your section one of the boys distracted them, protecting your cover.

After a successful concert, fans started walking out of the stadium. The group’s manager approached the two of you, telling you to follow him backstage. As you walked towards their dressing room, you could hear a very distinctive laugh that belonged to a certain Canadian. It was impressive that after a long show, he still had so much energy.

When you arrived, their manager knocked and after making sure everyone was decent, he opened the door.

“Hi, guys!” Your best friend greeted as she entered first.

“Heey! How are you? Did you enjoy the show?” You heard Hao’s voice.

“We did!”

“We?” Hanbin questioned curiously.

You decided that was your cue to make your grand entrance. “Yes, we.” You said as you waltzed in. “Hi, my loves.”

You were quickly engulfed in a hug. “Honey!” “Pretty girl!” Your boyfriends exclaimed happily and simultaneously.

“My boys.” You clung to them.

“What are you doing here? I thought that you had two major tests.” Matthew spoke, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I do. I had one today and tomorrow’s the other one.” You touched his cheek affectionately, causing him to snuggle into your hand.

“Then you should be home studying, honey.” Hanbin, being the most responsible of the three, said as he rested his hand on your lower back.

“I’ve been reviewing since last week, bubs, don’t worry about me.” You smiled softly at him, causing him to kiss your forehead sweetly.

“I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve been feeling y/n deprived for two weeks.” Matthew said, making you laugh.

“You’ve been feeling, what?”

“He’s been whining and pouting that he misses you.” You heard Ricky explain from across the room, followed by Hanbin’s laughter.

“Like you’ve been doing any better, hyung.” Taerae remarked, which made the brown haired to stop laughing.

“Hey! I was doing pretty fine.”

“No, you were not. You kept looking at old photos with y/n and sighing, which honestly, was a pretty funny sight.” The tallest one of the group cackled.

“Aww, my clingy, adorable babies.” You cooed, pulling them closer and kissing their cheeks. “I missed you, too.”

“She did.” Your best friend confirmed. “She was moping around the apartment while trying not to lose her mind cause of school.”

“Shhh, stop exposing me.”

“So the three of them are a lost cause.” Gunwook noted.

“Yep, not that I’m surprised.”

“Anyway.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “I just have to take this exam and then I’m all yours.”

“Really?” Both your boyfriends asked with sparkly eyes.

You giggled. “Yes. I have a small break before the next semester starts, you can stay with me if you want.”

“Fortunately we don’t have any major schedules, just dance practice in the morning, so we can do that.” Hanbin smiled.

“Oh my god, yeees!” Matthew cheered, making both of you laugh at his excitement.

“But you do know that Matt’s not going to leave your side, right?” Your boyfriend teased the younger.

“Neither are you, hyung,” Matthew smiled at him teasingly. “Don’t act like I’m the only one who’s clingy.”

Hanbin huffed playfully.

“He’s right, love, you can be even clingier than Matt.”

“Oh, my own girlfriend is against me?” He touched his chest dramatically, making you laugh. “It’s always the ones closest to you.”

“Okay, drama queen.” You grabbed his cheeks and gave him a peck. “I love you, my dork.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“Hey! What about me?” Matthew pouted.

“We love you too, my big baby.” You attacked his face with kisses.

“Okay! Okay! I get it!” He laughed loudly, trying to escape. As this happened, Hanbin looked at you both with a wide smile, grateful to have you as his partners.

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You drop your bags by the door, tired from a grueling day at work and drag yourself to the kitchen not even noticing your two loving boyfriends sitting at the dining room table chatting away. You grab yourself a water bottle, and end up chugging half of it, trying to get yourself to feel better. You finally shut the fridge door to see Changmin and Younghoon resting their heads on their hands. Younghoon speaks up first, “How was your day?” You sigh, not having any words for it other than, “It sucked.” They nod and Changmin goes, “Why don’t you go and get cleaned up, and Hoonie and I will make your favorite?” You mumble, “I’d like that.” 

As you dry your hair with a towel you make your way to the dining room. You throw your clothes into the washer as you hear the oven ding. And you grin making your way over, “Dinner’s ready, baby.” You sit down in your chair and wait for them to bring the dish over. They serve you your favorite and you smile, “You guys…” And they smile and Younghoon tells you, “We wanted to make you something to make you feel better.” You smile as you take a bite, “Yeah, this definitely helps.” As you eat your mind starts to clean up a little. But you still can’t find it in yourself to articulate anything about your day. So, when they ask you again after you’ve finished your meal, you sigh, “It just sucked…” You see them exchange a look and Changmin goes, “What if we make you forget?” You tilt your head, “How?” Younghoon gets up and holds his hand out for you to take, “You know how, baby.” You blush and they lead you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. 

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Younghoon greedily continues to eat you out, and the overstimulation makes you cry. You feel him giggle against you and you let out a choked sob, and that’s when you finally feel him move away. You look up to see Changmin, your saving grace, pushing him back. He looks at you fondly, running his hand over your side, “Oh no my poor baby,... did he make you cry?” You sniffle and he wipes a few tears from your cheeks as they continue to flow. And his soft smile curls into a smirk as he asks, “But you can still go right? For me?” If you were still rational you may have told him no, but you give him a small nod and Younghoon laughs at you, “Pathetic little baby.” You pout at that and look over at him, and he just grins. Before Changmin grabs your jaw and moves you to look only at him, “Uh-uh, doll. All eyes on me.” You nod and he sticks his thumb into your mouth. You roll your tongue around it, and he smiles satisfied, “Good doll.” You give him a small smile and then he presses his thumb to your clit, and you nearly scream. He rubs it in circles before finally letting up just to shove his fingers inside. 

He works you up to two fingers, and when he finally gets a good pace, he starts working a third in. And somewhere in your mind you realize he’s prepping you, but your brain fog keeps you from piecing it together. His thumb rubs circles harder into your clit before he starts working you up to take his last finger. You whimper as he finally starts fucking you with all four of his fingers. His fingers graze the gummy spot curling against and rubbing it. And you grip the sheets harder, trying to find any firm grasp on reality as you close your eyes tight, and your jaw goes slack. When you can finally open your eyes again you look over at Younghoon. And see him rubbing himself over the front of his sweatpants. He gives you a wink before you look back up at Changmin again. Who raises his brow in warning as if testing to see if you’ll look back over.  And you don’t, you can’t look away from his darkened eyes as he works you up to another orgasm. “My pretty little doll,... Gonna cum for me?” You shake your head fervently, and he smiles down at you as he starts rubbing your clit in the opposite direction making you cry out. Your legs shake and you cry as you tell him, “I’m going to cum, Minnie.” He hums before he says, “Go ahead, doll.” And you do, as you finally make it over the brink of your orgasm, him working you through it fully. You let out a sigh of relief as he pauses. And then, suddenly, he picks his pace back making you cry out, your tears never ending as you plead for him to stop. He asks, “Red?” You shake your head, ‘no’ but it’s so much all at once. “Give me another, baby, you can do it.” You whimper as he relentlessly pushes his fingers in and out and plays with your swollen clit. You cry as you finally orgasm for the third time this evening. You sigh heavily when his fingers finally pull out fully. Your body shuddering as you try to recoup, and you watch as he puts his fingers in his mouth. And he grins before he releases them with a pop, “As sweet as ever.” 

You finally feel strong enough to speak when Younghoon gets up and takes off his sweats. You ask, “Are we done?” He giggles as Changmin kisses his neck, “No. You’re so silly, baby.” And Changmin pulls away with an evil grin on his face, “Oh no, doll, we’re going til you blackout.” You gasp and the two of them smirk at you, raking their eyes up and down like you were prey for them to feast on. Younghoon puts his arm on Changmin’s shoulder and Changmin goes, “What do you say to double penetration tonight?” You hum as it finally pieces together from earlier, “You already prepped me for it.” Younghoon hums, “Doesn’t mean you can’t so no.” You laugh, “When would I ever say no to that?” The two giggle, Changmin squirts some lube onto his hand before spreading it over your entrance. You whine as he pushes his fingers in again and he asks, “Do you still need a moment?” You nod and he pulls his hand away as you take a second to regulate your breathing. As you do, you watch your two lovers, Younghoon is holding Changmin’s jaw in place as he kisses him. You watch as their tongues interlock and you feel yourself getting hot and bothered again.

When they part, a string of saliva connects their lips, and you watch as Changmin pours lube over both of their cocks before tossing the bottle onto the bed. He rubs his hand over Younghoon’s cock as Younghoon does the same to him. You groan at the sight of your two lovers. They both look at you with a wink and when Changmin pulls away, Younghoon whines and Changmin shuts up with another kiss. As they make their way to you, Younghoon asks, “Like what you see?” You bite your lip as you say, “Yeah.” And they exchange another kiss before making their way to you. The two of them position you up right so Younghoon can move behind you. He hoists you up and places kisses along your shoulder blade. “You ready, baby?” You hum and tell him to go ahead. And he slowly lowers you down onto his cock. When he’s fully settled in, he gives a little experimental thrust that makes you whine. And he kisses your shoulder blade, and you finally look forward and see Changmin waiting. He’s on his knees before you two and Younghoon has you both settle further back. His head against the pillows as Changmin settles in between you guys. He lines his cock up, grabbing the bottle again pouring more over your partially filled hole before he slowly starts pushing in. You bite your lip as you take in the sensation and hold tightly onto the sheets as Younghoon lets out groans from behind you. Changmin’s eyes squeeze shut as he takes in the feeling, and you do your best to relax as Younghoon places more kisses along shoulder. Changmin makes you look towards him and pulls you in for a kiss, trying to slowly ease you into the sensation of them both filling you up. When he finally bottoms out and settles in you all let out a breath of relief. Taking a moment to get used to the overwhelming sensation. “When you’re ready, okay?” You nod and you let out a few breaths before you whisper, “Ready.” “Okay.” They start out slow, when Younghoon slides out, Changmin slides in, and even with them being one in and one out, you feel so full.

You whine a bit as they start setting a pace and Changmin coos, “Aw, poor little babydoll… Can’t take us both at the same time?” You hear Younghoon chuckle sending vibrations through your bodies, “Too bad.” He thrusts in deeper, and you can’t help but cry out at that. Moaning loudly as they pound into you. You can barely remember what you ate for dinner earlier let alone your name. Everything slowly starts to blur into one constant sensation. You hear Changmin groan, “Hoonie, look at our little doll…” And a moment later he says, “Our baby looks so braindead…” And Changmin runs his thumb along your bottom lip, “Did we fuck you stupid, baby?” You dumbly nod at him, not even completely comprehending his words as they fuck you. Younghoon teasingly hisses into your ear, “Our dumb little baby…” Before you feel Younghoon’s hands grasp your chin turning your face towards his at an awkward angle to kiss you. You let out moans into the kiss and he swallows them all. When he pulls away, he tells you, “You take us so well, baby.” Before he trails a few kisses down your neck, settling to suck on a sweet spot. You groan as he nips at it, your brain growing fuzzier as they continue thrusting into you. 

Changmin attaches to the other side of your neck, sucking his own mark on you. If you were in your right mind, you’d be digging into their arms trying to get some sense of stability. But everything feels like it’s going so much faster than it is, you watch as Younghoon and Changmin part from your neck to kiss over you. Their groans being muffled as they do, and when they part, Changmin moves to kiss you deeply. Your hands are shaking as you move them to start to grasp them. You finally wrap your arm around Changmin's bicep, and the other around Younghoon’s forearm. Your muscles felt so weak and none of your thoughts are cohesive anymore. Didn’t they say something about getting you to this point? You don’t rightly know now. Everything just feels fuzzy. 

You can’t help your tears, and you swear you hear them say sweet nothings into your ears but none of it is registering. Your ears are ringing, and it’s not like you can’t handle taking them both at the same time. You’ve done it countless times, but with your mind already fuzzy from your grueling shift and the three orgasms they already gave you. It was overstimulating to your senses; you were overwhelmed with pleasure. Their thrusts send you shockwave after shockwave, and you’re not even sure if you’re moaning anymore. You can see Changmin saying words and you’re sure they’re sweet and you feel Younghoon kissing your cheek. But it all feels so far away, your body doesn’t feel like your own. It’s not because you’re going through the motions, it’s just all so much. You do your best to hold onto your lovers as you try to regain some kind of a sense. When suddenly your vision goes black and your body goes slack, just as you feel your orgasm bubble over for the fourth time.  

When you come to your senses, you blink your eyes awake trying to remember your first name. You finally open your eyes fully, your name rushing to the forefront of your mind as you lock eyes with Changmin. Who’s above you, cleaning you up. You blink at him, “Wh-what happened?” He gives you a soft smile as he tells you, “You blacked out.” You shake your head, “Oh…” It made sense now that he says that. And he nods telling you, “You did such a good job for us, doll.” You finally feel your other boyfriend laying against you, snuggling into your neck, “You were so good, baby.” He places a kiss on your cheek and Changmin lays on your other side. He pulls you into him to spoon you and Younghoon runs his hand over your forehead, “You okay?” “I feel like jelly as if I was relieved of all my worries.” They both giggle at that. You rest into their arms, finally starting to piece together what today was and what led to your lovers wrapped around you. And you blush as you fully realize what Changmin meant by you blacking out. “What happened after?” Younghoon grabs your hand into his, “You squirted all over, Minnie. Which made him finish early.” You feel Changmin trying to hide his face into your shoulder and you giggle at him. Younghoon continues, “Then I finished all over your back, you looked so pretty… Wish you could have seen it.” You blush and Changmin grins, “You looked so cute all fucked out and messy like that.” You hide your head into Younghoon’s chest and the two of them giggle. You feel one of them run their hand over your hair, and you let out a soft sigh as they start scratching into your scalp and massaging your back. 

When you finally move up from their relaxing touches, Changmin asks, “Babydoll, you want to talk about it now?” You hum thinking about it and Younghoon places a gentle kiss on your neck, “We’re here to listen, if you’re ready” You sigh as you go back to the beginning of the day, “I don’t know… I guess it all started when I came in and none of night shift had done anything to prep for the day. So, as I was doing opening tasks, I was also struggling to catch up on everything the night crew didn’t do.” Younghoon nods for you to continue. And you take a deep breath before you do, “Things were out of place, and everything just felt like a big mess. Every time one task was caught up on, there would be another that needed to be done ten minutes ago.” Changmin places kisses on your neck as you talk, relaxing you into their hold. You feel their hands make their way lower again and you gasp. Younghoon’s fingers slip in as Changmin’s rub over your clit. Younghoon asks, “Anything else, baby?” You shake your head as he slowly works his fingers in and out of you, “It was just a- just a long morning.” Changmin asks as his fingers rub figure eights over your swollen clit, “Do you feel better now?” You sigh softly, “A hundred times…” They both chuckle at that as they take their time with you. You let out soft sighs as they work in a slow tandem, delicately working you to one last orgasm. When you finally release, it feels like all of your troubles have melted away. You softly thank them as they start moving and they tell you that’s no need, they’d do it for you anytime. 

“Good idea! I haven’t even had a chance to wear it yet! Even the boys haven’t seen it yet.” You giggle as you get up and walk towards your closet. Your best friend is one of the very few people who know about the relationship between you and the members of Ateez, and she is one of the most supportive people you've ever met. Therefore, you never feel uncomfortable talking about the life you’re living with the boys. 

“Oh no, they are going to lose their shit, y/n.” She giggles through the phone, causing you to crack up. 

“They won’t be home until around 10 and we leave at 6 so I don't think they will even see it.” You reply to the girl on the other end of the phone. 

“Damn, I can’t believe it's almost 6, we should get ready.” 

“Okay! If I don't make it, it’s because one of the boys is not letting me go.” You joke and the both of you laugh and bid your goodbyes before hanging up the phone. 

You pull the dress out of the closet and giggle at the material, realising there really isn't much material there… 

Shrugging, you throw the dress onto your bed and walk into the bathroom to have a shower. You shave your legs, wash your body, and clean your hair. Wrapping a towel around your wet hair, your naked body walks back into the bedroom and picks up the dress laying on the sheets. Pulling on some cute lacy underwear and a matching bra, you gently pull on the fabric. Once you have successfully put it on you look at yourself in the mirror. 

You had forgotten how much this dress compliments your body. Hugging your curves in all the right places, accentuating the swell of your breasts and ass, you felt hot as fuck. The skirt of the dress stops just under your ass and your long legs are on full display. Smiling at your reflection you kneel down in front of your full-length mirror and start to put on your makeup. It's slightly flashier than your normal makeup up, but not too much that it makes your face look cakey. Finishing your makeup with setting spray, you release your hair from the towel and pull out your hairdryer. You style your hair, so it falls past your shoulders in loose curls, your bangs framing your face. 

Standing up, you take in your final appearance. You haven’t felt this sexy in a while. 

Glancing at your clock rested on the wall, you see it is 5:45. You smile and grab a pair of your favourite heels, before slipping into them and walking downstairs towards the kitchen to get a glass of water before you leave. You’re filling your glass up when all of a sudden you hear the jangling of keys come from the front door. Your head whips towards the entrance to your house and your eyes widen, realising that the boys are home early. Not wanting to spill the water, you turn your concentration back to the glass which you are filling with liquid. 

Upon hearing the door open, the sounds of your boyfriends’ voices break the silence of the house and you feel yourself physically relax. 

“Babe, we are home!” You hear Yunho yell out from the hallway.

“I’m in the kitchen!” You yell back, still focused on your water. Whilst seven of them go to hang their coats and take their shoes off, the youngest of the bunch bounds into the kitchen to find you standing next to the counter looking like an actual goddess.

“Y/n I missed you so much to-” Jongho’s eyes widen and his mouth is hung open as he is caught for words as he takes in your outfit. Looking at him confused, he raises an eyebrow and slinks over to you. 

His strong arms wrap around your waist and his takes in your frame from close up. 

“You look so beautiful baby, why are you dressed like this?” He says, his voice getting slightly deeper. You bring your arms up and rest them around his neck. 

“I’m going out to (best friend’s name)’s birthday party tonight remember?” You say and place a soft kiss on his lips. You are surprised when he pulls you back into the kiss and deepens it by pulling you closer to his body. 

“Look what we have here, Jongho’s getting all the love.” You hear a whiney voice and reluctantly pull away from Jongho’s lips. Peeping over Jongho’s shoulder and see Mingi standing in the door frame with a cute pout and crossed arms. Without looking away from you, Jongho speaks,

“Hyung, look at how our princess is dressed.” He moves his body to show your small frame on display for Mingi to take in. His pout immediately disappears, and a dark expression covers his features as his eyes rack up and down your body, making you feel slightly powerful. He also joins your side and Jongho makes space for Mingi’s large hands to trace up from your hips, to rest on your waist. Before you can pull Mingi into a kiss you hear a loud cough erupt from the open doorway, where Mingi was previously situated. You see the rest of your six boyfriends’ standing there with dark looks also covering their expression. Each of them individually checking you out with either a smirk, their mouth hanging open or an emotionless facial expression. You tilt your head to the side slightly and smile innocently at them. 

“You guys are home early.” You say in a cute voice, a stark difference to the way your body is pressed against Jongho’s and the clothing covering your skin. Or what the clothing isn't covering. 

“W-we came home because we finished everything and didn't have anything else to do,” Yeosang speaks out, stuttering slightly, his cheeks dusted with a light shade of red. 

“That’s good to hear. Well, I have to get going, it’s almost six.” You detach your body from the youngest and reach for your bag rested on the kitchen table. You are stopped abruptly when you find Jongho, Mingi and four others standing in the way of you leaving the kitchen.

“And where you do think you’re going, dressed like that doll?” San speaks up, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang watch as San places light kisses on your neck, making you melt into his touch. 

“I’m going to (best friend’s name)’s birthday party, I told you guys yesterday.” You squeak out as San starts rubbing circles on your hips using his thumb. All six of your boyfriends around you share wide eyed glances and end up looking towards the two eldest who are situated at the kitchen island, silently watching with raised eyebrows. Looking at all of your boyfriends, you realise Hongjoong and Seonghwa share the darkest expressions out of the eight. Hongjoong and Seonghwa share a look that makes shivers go down your spine and directly to your core. They both nod at each other before standing up from their seats. The younger men make way for the older men. When they reach you, you feel utterly intimidated by all of the eight gazes laid on you. 

“I remember you saying you were going out, I don't remember you mentioning this dress, angel.” Seonghwa speaks as his eyes look up and down your body, stopping at the swell of your breasts for a second, before reaching your eyes.

Before you can explain yourself, the leader speaks up.

“You’re not going out in this.” Hongjoong deadpans, making you somewhat annoyed. He hasn’t said anything until now and it just has to be telling you what to do and not do.

“Huh? Why, I look hot?” You retort, slightly pissed.

“That’s exactly why. We don’t want anyone looking at what belongs to us.” Seonghwa replies, his eyebrows furrowing.

“It took me ages to get ready. Please move or I’m going to be late.” You try to move from San’s grasp. Yet his grasp on you tightens and you are unable to move.

“Thanks, San. Leave her to us for now guys. We will call you if we need help.” Hongjoong growls without breaking eye contact with you, making your core heat up slightly. Shaking off the arousal starting to pool in your panties, you focus on getting out of the house to see your friends. One by one the younger men leave. San leaves last with Wooyoung, “you’re with me and Wooyoung later doll, that’s if you can walk after these two are finished with you.” He whispers in your ear, placing one last kiss on your neck before walking towards the living room, where most of the guys are sitting, probably starting to watch a movie.

Your eyes follow San and Wooyoung as they leave. When they are out of sight your gaze travels back to the older males standing with their arms crossed in front of you.

“I don’t understand why I can’t go out. It’s my best friend’s birthday I should be there.” You cross your arms and furrow your eyebrows. Seonghwa lets out a scoff and looks towards Hongjoong who looks just as pissed as him.

“Listen carefully kitten. We don’t want people looking at you. There is too much on display, only we should be able to see this much.” Hongjoong says through gritted teeth.

“It’s not like I’m going out naked, this sounds like a you problem, not a me problem.” You scoff whilst rolling your eyes.

Seonghwa raises an eyebrow at your cockiness before glancing at Hongjoong, who simply nods at the older.

Seonghwa moves towards you and gently grabs your face with one hand and forces you to look at him. Hongjoong makes his way behind you and presses you against him, his arms gripping your hips harshly.

“I don’t remember teaching you to be such a brat, angel.” His voice is just above a whisper, but loud enough for you and Hongjoong to hear it.

“What do you think, Joong? I think she needs to be reminded of where she stands.”

“Hmmm I agree Hwa, she deserves to be punished.”

You are about to retort in disagreement, when Hongjoong’s lips graze your neck, instantly finding your sweet spot. You curse him in your head for knowing your body so well.

“What, were you going to say something?” Seonghwa taunts you and you immediately get ready to counterattack his words.

Hongjoong’s grip on your waist tightens, and the male speaks out, “think about what you are going to say, you don’t want your punishment to be worse now, do you kitten?”

“Now, you can either apologise to your daddies whilst you still have the chance and we will take care of you, or you are going to continue being a brat and disobey us even more?” Hongjoong’s speaks close to you his breath fanning against your neck. Daddy was a reserved name for Hongjoong and Seonghwa, the others don’t dare to try take it from them. They usually go for sir or master or other pet names. Whilst being taken care of by the two sounds like a rather nice option, it has been a while since the two men have been rough with you and you honestly wanted to see how far you could take it. Letting out a small giggle, Seonghwa’s eyes widen. Hongjoong removes himself from behind you and stands next to his teammate looking at you up and down.

“You going to apologise or what?” Seonghwa’s deep voice breaks you from your thoughts.

Making up your mind, you smirk at the two men in front of you.

“Make me.”

Your heart clenches in your chest, “honestly it’s fine, it’s not your job-”

“I know, but I want to see you, wanna get dinner?”

“Dinner.” you repeat. You’ve been seeing him for four months and you’ve had your share of netflix and chill pizza nights, but he’s never referred to them as ‘dinner’ before. 

“Yeah.” Jaebum laughs awkwardly on the other end of the line, “you know, like a date.” His words make your breath catch and a moment of silence passes. The silence makes Jaebum’s heart race and he struggles to fix things, “I just- last night, I was talking to Jackson and he made me realize a few things, I can tell you in person, but I really care about you, and I want to take you on an actual date... if that’s okay with you.”

Twenty four hours ago you would have jumped at the chance to go on a date with Jaebum. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t majorly crushing on your fuck buddy, but you always assumed it wouldn’t be anything more than sex. 

Jinyoung sits up, watching you cautiously and shame spreads through you. You’re talking about going on a date with your fuck buddy while you share the bed of his best friend. 

“Yeah,” you say, realizing you’ve yet to answer, “dinner sounds amazing.”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

“Sounds perfect.”

“Great, I’ll see you then.” You can hear him smiling and even though your chest is hurting, it makes you smile too.

“Yeah, bye.”

“Bye.”

You wait for him to hang up before putting your phone down and looking at Jinyoung, “I-”

“Did he just ask you out on a date?”

You’re still in shock but you manage to nod.

Jinyoung can see the conflicted look on your face and he stays quiet, giving you space to think. Instead, his eyes wander over you, narrowing in on the three large marks on your neck. Jinyoung frowns, “I’m going to go get you some ice for your neck.” he says, eager to leave the room and have his own time to think.

“Thank you.” you say, watching him slip on his pants and leave the room. 

Jinyoung goes to the main floor of the mansion and sits on the stairs, putting his head in his hands, eyes closing. 

He’s fucked up and he knows it.

He’s never felt like this before. On one hand, he’s happy, because he got to spend the night with you. He feels things for you, things he’s never felt before. But on the other hand, Jaebum just asked you out. 

Jinyoung should have known that Jaebum liked you. He should have seen it, but he was so blinded in his own attraction that he completely missed Jaebum’s affection for you being beyond the physical.

“Is she still asleep?” Mark’s voice startles Jinyoung and his head snaps up.

Both Jackson and Mark are on two of the sofas in the living room, sitting up and looking at him. 

Jinyoung sighs, shaking his head, “Jaebum called her and woke us up.”

Mark and Jackson stay silent, which is how they all know things are bad. Jinyoung stands up, remembering his mission: ice.

Mark and Jackson follow him to the kitchen, “so?” Mark presses, “what happened?”

“Jaebum asked her out for dinner.” Jinyoung answers, expression remaining blank as he puts ice into a cup.

“Shit.” Jackson runs a hand through his hair, “this is really bad.”

“So now what?” Mark asks.

“Now Y/N goes to dinner with Jaebum and we all back off.” Jinyoung answers.

“Just like that?” Mark looks shocked. 

“What else are we supposed to do?” Jinyoung growls, tension evident in his shoulders. 

“Well for starters, we all branded her neck, what the fuck is Jaebum gonna do when he shows up to dinner and sees her covered in marks like that?” Jackson points out.

“And!” Mark buts in, “we decided last night that we have to tell him what happened, we can’t lie, it would ruin everything.”

Jinyoung suddenly throws the red solo cup filled with ice across the room, the sudden sound making everyone jump as he turns to glare at his friends, “you think I don’t fucking know that!? You think i haven’t thought about this? We all fucked up last night and now we have to face the consequences, but challenging Jaebum on this won’t help anything, it will make things so much worse. We all fucked up but it’s not just our careers on the line here if this hurts Jaebum, it’s Yugyeom’s, and Youngjae’s and Bambam’s. The entire group will be fucked if we don’t sort this out.”

Mark and Jackson exchange a look as Jinyoung turns away from them, getting a new cup for ice.

You hesitantly enter the kitchen, having heard the whole thing, “hi.” you say, voice nearly a whisper, but everyone in the kitchen turns to look at you. You rub your neck as if you wish you could wipe off the marks there, “I’m-” you bite your lip, “I’m really sorry I put you guys in this position, I should have known better-”

“We’re all at fault.” Jinyoung assures you, holding out the cup of ice for you to take. He offers you a small smile.

Jackson finds a cloth to wrap the ice in so it’s not directly touching your skin, then he helps you press the cool compress to your neck, watching you carefully, eyes full of concern, “what do you think?” he asks you.

“I agree that we have to tell him.” you say, “and I think... I think it’s up to me to do it.”

“You don’t have to-” Mark begins but you shake your head at him.

“if he’s going to be angry at anyone, I want him to be angry at me. I’ll tell him that I told you guys not to bring it up with him until I saw him first. I’ll tell him it was all my fault-”

Jackson sighs, “baby-”

“I’ve made up my mind.” you say firmly, “I’m not going to be some slut who breaks up Got7.”

“Don’t call yourself that.” Jinyoung says, eyes dark as he looks at you. You’re startled by his concern. His arms are crossed over his chest and he looks angry but there’s still a softness in his eyes. He dominates the room, but he’s allowing you to make your own choices on this situation, which you appreciate.

“Anyways, I, uh, think I should go home.” You say.

“Let me give you a ride,” Jackson says, offering you a smile.

“Thank you,” you look at Mark and Jinyoung.

Mark pulls you into a hug, “you have my number right?”

“Yeah, from the time we did movie night at the dorms.”

“Use it okay? Call me if you need anything. This doesn’t all have to be on you.” Mark tells you. 

“Thanks.” you look to Jinyoung but he’s looking down at his feet, refusing to meet your gaze or even say goodbye. You frown and allow Jackson to take your hand, leading you out of the mansion and towards where his car is parked, “is Jinyoung mad at me?” you ask.

Jackson shakes his head, “no, he’s just-” he sighs, “He likes you a lot.”

“Really?” you ask in shock.

“i mean, he did the whole ‘you’re mine’ thing last night remember?” Jackson sneaks a glance at you when you reach a stop sign, “I think he kind of meant it.”

“This is such a mess.” you groan, covering your face with your hands.

“You know, Bambam said it will probably work out-”

“Wow! that makes me feel so much better!” you say sarcastically.

Jackson smiles at you, “I’m serious. Jaebum can’t stay mad at us forever.”

Us. You wonder if that includes you. You feel like it does. It feels nice to be part of ‘us’ as if you’re in their unit. 

Jackson pulls up in front of your place, he’s picked you up two times with Jaebum after practices so he knows your address. “Look, if things go badly tonight, call me or Mark and we’ll show up with ice cream and some chick flicks and Mark will cry while we watch movies-”

“Can we all cry?”

“Fuck yeah we can all cry.” Jackson smiles, “we all like you. You’re a good person Y/N, I really don’t think this will be as bad as we all think it will.”

“i hope you’re right.”

You want to touch your neck, it’s a nervous thing, but you keep reminding yourself that you can’t. You don’t want to smudge the makeup. Even as it is, the concealer doesn’t fully cover the marks. In the right lighting it will be obvious you’re hiding something.

You wondered at first if you should even bother covering them, after all, you’re going to tell Jaebum what happened. But you decided that rubbing the marks in his face is not the best idea.

You see his car turn down your street and you can feel your heart racing in your chest. 

When he pulls up in front of you, you force a smile onto your face, opening the door and getting in, “hi.”

“hey.” he beams at you, pulling you into a slightly awkward hug. He’s so warm and comforting, you’ve been getting so used to his embrace. 

He pulls back slightly so he can cup your cheek, pressing his lips against yours softly, “you smell good.” he tells you, moving to get a good look at you.

“Thanks, new perfume.” you say, “how are you?”

He shrugs, “I’m okay. The dorm was pretty quiet today, I think everyone was tired from the party.”

You nod, feeling your heart thumping harder in your chest.

“Anyways,” he smiles, “what kind of food do you want?”

“I have to tell you something.” you blurt out.

His expression changes and he looks at you with concern, waiting for you to continue.

You take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair, “I really don’t know how to say this.”

“Just go for it,” he suggests, laughing awkwardly, “you’re kind of scaring me.”

“it’s nothing bad about you, I promise.” you grab his hand, squeezing it, “I messed up.”

“If this is about Jackson seeing you with guys at the party last night then it’s fine-” he stops talking when you shake your head at him, biting at your lip nervously.

“I-” you begin to talk but then Jaebum’s eyes land on your neck.

His eye brows furrow and he grabs at your jaw, forcing you to look to the side to give him a better view, “did someone hurt you?” he growls, unable to tell if you’re covering hand marks or hickeys.

“No-”

He makes you look at him again, his gaze stoney, “just tell me.” 

He can be so soft at times, but Jaebum does have this dominant side to him. The side of him that makes you call him Daddy, the side that likes to leave you so wrecked that you can barely walk.

“I slept with Jinyoung.”

His jaw clenches.

“And Mark.”

His lips part.

“And Jackson.” 

There’s a few moments of silence, “is that it?” he asks, voice low, “sure you don’t want to add Bambam to the list?”

You shake your head, “it was just those three.”

He turns to stare at the steering wheel, two hands coming up to grip it so tightly his knuckles turn white. 

“I’m sorry-” you begin, feeling your eyes start to well with tears. 

Jaebum doesn’t answer, but he starts the car, pulling out into traffic. 

“I know I fucked up-” 

“Stop talking.” he says, pressing down on the gas pedal. You shut your mouth, feeling a tear slip down your cheek as your lower lip begins to tremble, a small sound leaving your mouth. Jaebum glances at you briefly, “don’t cry.” 

You sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your hands.

“And wipe the makeup off your neck.” he instructs. When you don’t immediately follow his command, Jaebum’s hand goes to your thigh, squeezing, “don’t make me ask you twice.”

You begin to rub at your neck with your hands, revealing the marks left by his band mates. 

The car is eerily silent and your whole body is tense. You’re nearly shaking with anxiety and when Jaebum notices, his hand begins to rub your thigh almost soothingly.

You look out at the traffic and realize you know exactly where he’s taking you: the dorms.

The entire group is in the kitchen, finally able to leave their rooms since Jaebum went to pick you up for your date. 

Jinyoung looks down at the coffee in his hands as Yugyeom and Youngjae try to process what Mark and Jackson just told them about the party. 

Yugyeom opens his mouth to say something when the front door to the dorms opens. Everyone nearly jumps as Jaebum walks in, dragging you behind him by your hand.

It’s obvious that you’re upset, but at least you’re not crying anymore. Jinyoung stiffens, eyes on the marks on your neck, still half covered by makeup.

“You three,” Jaebum motions to the maknae line, “get out.”

“Can I just go to my room-” Bambam rolls his eyes.

“Out. Now.” Jaebum growls.

The three younger men are quick to get up, grabbing phones and scurrying away. Yugyeom makes a worried face at you as he passes, squeezing your free hand as if to say ‘good luck.’

Jackson is standing up anxiously, Mark sitting at the kitchen table while his knee bobs and Jinyoung continues to lean against the countertop, sipping his coffee.

“Jaebum I can explain-” Jackson begins.

“No one talks unless I directly ask you a question.” Jaebum says, roughly pulling you so you’re standing in front of him, your back pressed to his chest. “Who did this?” he asks, making you show your neck.

“We all did.” Jackson answers quickly, ready to give Jaebum any information he wants with complete honesty.

“Who gets to mark you up princess?” Jaebum asks, breath hot as his lips tease your ear.

“You do daddy.” you answer immediately.

“And yet, you let three of my best friends do this to you.” he growls.

“I’m sorry daddy.” you whine, body trembling from all the emotions running through you.

“I know baby, I know,” Jaebum’s tone is softer and your skin tingles from it as he presses a soft kiss under your ear, your eyes close and your lips part at it, a sigh leaving your mouth.

Jaebum moves his arm so it’s across your stomach, keeping you pressed against him as he looks to his friends again, “who started it?”

“We did-” Mark says, pointing to him and Jackson, but Jackson steps forward, “I did.”

Jaebum’s eyes go to Jackson and he continues, “I texted you about Y/N dancing with guys and you said that you didn’t care who she got with.”

Jaebum hums, realizing the issue, “i see. So you thought I meant that I wouldn’t care if three of my best friends fucked the girl I’ve been seeing for four months.”

Jackson swallows thickly, “when you say it like that-”

Jaebum looks to Jinyoung, “what’s your excuse?”

Jinyoung sips his coffee. He’s the only one other than Jaebum who looks composed. He shrugs, “I saw Mark and Jackson taking her upstairs, Jackson showed me your text and I guess i was tired of hearing Y/N scream another mans name.”

Jaebum stiffens behind you. 

Jinyoung is challenging Jaebum, not directly, but enough to make the alpha male behind you mad. 

“You have something else to say.” Jaebum states.

“You don’t want to know what I think.” Jinyoung says.

“Say it.” Jaebum growls. 

Jinyoung sets down his coffee, looking Jaebum directly in the eyes, “you’ve been seeing her for four months but you haven’t become exclusive. For four months i’ve watched Y/N be amazing to you, I always thought she deserved more. I spent one night with her and it was enough to convince me that I was right.” 

Your breath is caught in your throat as you watch Jinyoung stare down Jaebum.

Jinyoung likes you. Jinyoung wants you. He thinks you deserve to be more than just a fuck buddy.

This is why he was acting so weird when you both woke up.

“She does deserve more.” Jaebum says, “I realized that last night after messaging Jackson.”

He’s a day too late. He had four months to figure it out, four months where you didn’t so much as look at his band mates. And now you’re in this predicament.

There are a few moments of silence, then Jaebum sighs, “I shouldn’t have said I didn’t care who you got with baby.” he tells you.

“I shouldn’t have slept with your friends.” you respond, lacing your fingers with the hand that covers your stomach.

“We shouldn’t have even gone after you in the first place.” Jackson says, eager to admit his own fault in the situation, Mark is quick to nod and agree.

Eyes turn to Jinyoung. He sips his coffee. 

There are a few moments of tense silence where you all wait for him to apologize for something and wrap this entire argument up neatly in a bow. 

He says nothing.

“Say something.” Jackson nudges Jinyoung, eyes wide with worry as Jaebum gets visibly angrier with each passing moment.

Jinyoung sips his coffee then sets it down, looking Jaebum in the eyes. “I’m sorry your baby’s going to be thinking of me every time you fuck her from now on.” 

Jaebum’s grip on you tightens and you let out a little squeak, jaw dropping. You’re caught between two dom’s and there’s nothing you can do but stand there and see how it plays out.

“Did he fuck you that good baby?” Jaebum asks, voice oddly calm as he presses his lips against your neck, making you shiver.

You’re torn. you either lie and make Jinyoung feel bad, or tell the truth and make the situation worse.

“I- no, he didn’t.” you lie.

“Thought you said you’d be a good girl for me princess,” Jinyoung’s voice startles you and his words make Jaebum hold you even tighter, your whole body constricted, “and good girls don’t lie.”

Your breath is caught in your throat. 

They must have all noticed that it took you a moment to respond, even Jackson is looking at you with a face that says ‘I pity you and your lying skills.’

It’s now obvious to Jaebum that you care about him. You’ve never lied to him, and yet you just did, to make him feel better. He’s so conflicted in his emotions, but there’s one thing he’s quite certain about: his pride has just been hurt. And he needs to once more prove his dominance.

“Think you can make her cum better than I can?” Jaebum challenges.

Jinyoung laughs to himself, “is that even a question.”

You’re shocked by Jinyoung’s behaviour.

You knew Jinyoung had a dominant take-no-shit kind of personality, but this is something you never expected. Especially since just this morning he was talking about not pissing Jaebum off.

“What do you think princess?” Jaebum’s teeth nip at your ear and you shiver, “wanna let Jinyoung have one last taste before I prove to him that I know you best?”

“Won’t-” You bite your lip, turning in Jaebum’s arms so you can look him in the eyes, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, “won’t this make things worse? I don’t want to make you angry.”

“This will make me happy sweetheart.” Jaebum assures you, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “I promise.”

You’re not sure if you trust him, but he does look sincere. He even looks calm, which is odd. This whole situation is confusing you, but you don’t mind, you feel comfortable letting Jaebum call the shots.

“Okay.” you say.

“Go to the bedroom.” Jaebum says, letting go of you. 

He watches you scurry away and then turns to the guys, “this is the last time any of you get to so much as touch her.” he warns them, ignoring the way Jinyoung rolls his eyes.

“Got it.” Jackson says, and then he’s running off towards the bedroom. 

Jaebum sighs at Jackson’s eagerness and the three other men follow him.

You’re shocked when Jackson is the first one through the door, “what happened?” you ask as he scoops you up in his arms, keeping you close to his chest. You really enjoy Jackson, he could be your best friend, and it helps that he’s gorgeous. 

“They’re fine,” he assures you, pushing some hair from your face, “I think you’re in for a rough night though.” he teases, hand squeezing your ass and making you laugh.

“I like rough.”

“if you need water or a break just let me know okay?” he says sincerely, pressing a kiss to your nose delicately.

You’re quite confused about all of this. 

First Jinyoung sent you some very strong boyfriend vibes, then Jaebum, and now Jackson is acting like this-

Part of you wonders what Mark’s boyfriend vibes would be like but you try to push the thought from your mind.

Jaebum enters the room and stops when he sees you and Jackson hugging each other, Jackson’s lips still on your nose. He quickly pulls away, not wanting Jaebum to see the tender moment but he’s too late.

Jaebum is starting to realize he may have more of a problem than he initially thought with just Jinyoung as a competitor. 

Jinyoung smiles when he sees you and Jackson. He’s enjoying the fact that Jaebum is having his face completely rubbed in this whole thing, enjoying the fact that Jaebum had thought he was in compete control when he’d walked into the dorms with you in tow.

“Mark should get to have fun first, he never got a taste last time.” Jinyoung’s voice startles you and your eyes move from Jaebum to the other dom in the room. 

“She tastes so good.” Jackson hums at the memory, leaning in and pressing an affectionate kiss to your neck. 

Jaebum’s jaw muscle feathers as he clenches his teeth, “fine.” he gives in, he’ll be more careful about getting to give instructions later. He watches Mark push you onto the bed, not wasting any time as he pulls your jeans off of your body. “Make her cum Mark, but don’t take too long or I’ll have to show you how it’s done.”

“And Jackson should get her mouth, he was the only one who didn’t last time, it was a shame he missed out.” Jinyoung says.

Jaebum’s fist clenches at his side and Jinyoung’s smile widens. All eyes are on Jaebum.

“Fine, but no cumming in her mouth-” Jaebum begins and Jackson immediately goes to join you on the bed. 

“They know, I warned them not to last time.” Jinyoung interrupts, everyone freezes, looking to Jaebum for a reaction.

You’re sure that you, Jackson and Mark are all waiting for Jaebum to explode and kick everyone out of the room. Or even perhaps physically fight Jinyoung.

“Maybe you should both just shut up and let us work?” Mark tests the waters when Jaebum doesn’t fight back against Jinyoung. He wants to see how much he can get away with.

Jaebum and Jinyoung both glare at Mark but neither say anything and you let out a breath of relief. 

Jackson lays next to you, eyes down on Mark who slips your panties off, adjusting your body so your legs are over his shoulders as he kneels next to the bed. His breath is warm on your pussy and your legs shake, “fuck you smell so good.” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your thigh that turns into a bite, his beautiful sharp teeth teasing your skin and making you whine. 

Jackson grins at his friend’s antics, then his attention goes back to you and he realizes your shirt is still on. Jackson helps you out of your shirt and then you all look to Mark, who is still teasing and leaving kisses up and down your thigh. 

Jackson grabs one of your breasts, rolling your sensitive bud between two fingers while he captures the other in his mouth. You moan his name, grabbing at his hair, and this sets off Mark who dives into your pussy.

He laps at your folds like he’s a starving man, eager to taste you and make you feel good. His tongue feels nice, not as great as Jaebum’s, but who could beat Jaebum with tongue tricks?

Jackson moves his kisses up to your neck, finding your sweet spot. Your hips buckle up and Mark holds you down with two hands, moving his tongue so it’s swirling around your sensitive clit while he looks up to watch Jackson groping your chest and kissing your neck.

Jackson looks absolutely needy, his kisses sloppy, his hands rough on your skin, and Mark smiles. He pulls away from your cunt, tapping your inner thigh to get your attention, “on all fours.” he tells you. 

You quickly follow his instructions, sneaking a glance to see what Jaebum and Jinyoung are up to.

They’re both still near the doorway, standing with their arms crossed over their chests. Jinyoung is grinning and Jaebum does not look happy. You guess that even though they’re both just watching, they’re probably in some kind of pissing match where neither wants to be the first to go get a seat or touch themselves.

Jackson regains your attention when he grabs at your jaw, making you look up at him, “ready princess?” he asks. He’s removed his shirt, showing off his gorgeous torso, but he still has joggers on. You eagerly push them down, grabbing his hard cock and wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue.

Jackson moans, grabbing at your hair to keep you in place so he can slowly thrust in and out of your mouth while Mark attacks your pussy again. This new angle lets Mark focus on teasing you more and his tongue flicks at your clit until your legs are shaking with anticipation.

You whimper around Jackson when Mark’s mouth leaves your core, but you’re rewarded by two fingers a moment later. Then teeth drag across your ass cheek and you nearly squeal, body jolting at the sudden unexpected contact. Jackson’s cock goes deeper down your throat and you nearly gag around him, eyes beginning to water deliciously from all of the different stimuli. 

The sounds are sinful. You can hear how wet you are, and Mark growls as he teases the flesh of your ass with his teeth, you’re nearly gagging with every one of Jackson’s thrusts, and he’s moaning above you, head thrown back as he fucks your mouth with reckless abandon.

The three of you are completely enraptured in each other and you can feel your orgasm building as Mark curls his fingers to hit your gspot. You suck harder on Jackson’s cock and he sucks in a breath, opening his eyes to look down at you.

Your whines get louder as Mark bites down on your ass again, the pain mixing with the pleasure and throwing you over the edge. Jackson removes himself from your mouth but you continue to sloppily jack him off while your entire body spasms from your orgasm, pussy trembling around Mark’s fingers.

When you finish, Mark takes his fingers out of you, flipping you onto your back. You watch as he moves away from you, slipping his digits into his mouth and sending you a wink while Jackson moves to be between your legs. 

He slides into you easily and your pussy clenches around him, walls still sensitive from your orgasm. Jackson presses a delicate kiss to your lips as you tangle your fingers in his soft hair. 

“fuck, you’re so hot.” Jackson tells you, latching his lips to your neck. He loves the way you gasp when he teases your sweet spot, tongue dancing across your skin. 

You turn your head to the side to give Jackson more access to your neck, and your eyes lock on Mark. He’s watching Jackson fuck you while he strokes his own cock, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth is concentration. 

Jackson’s hips snap against you, the smacking of skin on skin filling the room. he reaches between your bodies, pressing his fingers to your clit and making your whole body tense at the overstimulation, “Jackson-” You tear your gaze from Mark, pulling Jackson’s face away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes as you pant.

“Cum for me princess.” he says, voice low and husky.

He feels so good, so warm and perfect. One more nice roll of his hips has you cumming on his cock and your orgasm drags him over the edge with you. Jackson moans loudly, kissing you as he ruts against you wildly. He laces his fingers with yours and something in your chest melts.

Everyone else in the room notices the intimate locking of your fingers. Mark and Jinyoung both enjoy it.

Mark has a major voyerisom kink that he’s only just starting to explore by watching you with his friends, and it definitely feels like you and Jackson are completely in your own little world, which makes Mark’s heart race. He rubs himself harder, cumming into his hand, low moans leaving his throat as he watches you and Jackson finish. 

Jinyoung appreciates the intimate aspect of it because he cares about you and Jackson, and it’s nice for him to see both of you thriving, especially since you’re so beautiful when you cum.

Jaebum on the other hand, is not smiling as he watches. He’s getting more and more worried, mind reeling. He’s never tried to hold your hand during sex, he always just doms you, but you and Jackson look so good together. You and Jackson look like something real. 

And the way you reacted to both Mark and Jackson earlier has Jaebum even more worried. 

You and Jackson are now just holding each other, eyes closed, entangled like lovers. Jaebum licks his lips, “You’re gonna ride Jinyoung for us princess.” he says, stepping towards the bed, “you’d love that right?” he sits near your head, brushing his fingers over your cheek as Jackson rolls off of you, “love being a little cock slut for your doms?”

You nod, still too dazed to make words, and you open your eyes to look up at Jaebum.

Jackson and Mark head to the bathroom as Jinyoung takes off his clothes and approaches the bed. 

Jaebum pulls a chair so it’s next to the bed and he can watch as you crawl on top of Jinyoung who is now laying on the bed calmly in just briefs. 

His hands go to your hips and he pulls you down so your dripping core grinds against his cock, making you moan and attach your lips to his. 

One of his hands goes to cup your face, fingers tangling in your hair and keeping your lips on his. His other hand glides up and down your waist, enjoying the feeling of your curves. Then it travels down and smacks against your ass, making your body jolt, clit rubbing against his cock roughly.

You whimper against Jinyoung’s lips and he smirks, “suck me off baby, show me you deserve my cock.” 

You begin to kiss down his neck, then his chest, going down until you reach the waistband of his briefs. You push them down eagerly, enjoying the way his thick cock springs against his abdomen when released from confinement. 

You wrap your lips around him, not bothering to tease as you sink down, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

Your eyes close as you enjoy the feeling of it, enjoy how big he feels in your mouth and how his fingers feel combing through your hair. 

“Such a good girl.” Jinyoung praises you.

You gag a little around him as you blow, but you know Jinyoung loves it when you get messy and eager for his cock. He loves to see you become his little cum slut, lips puffy, drool on your face.

The bed dips behind you and you recognize the feeling of Jaebum’s hands smoothing over your ass. you jolt when his thumb brushes over one of Mark’s bite marks, pulling your mouth off of Jinyoung so you can whine loudly.

“Ride him.” Jaebum instructs and you quickly adjust your position so you’re straddling Jinyoung’s waist. You hover over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then Jaebum pushes you down onto Jinyoung. His cock fills you deliciously and you moan at the sudden stretch, having not expected Jaebum to push you down like that. But you’re so wet from your and Jackson’s orgasm that it doesn't even matter. 

Jinyoung rubs your thighs, one hand going up to your waist as you swivel your hips, pussy clenching around his cock. 

A hand presses against the middle of your back, pushing you down. You eagerly attach your lips to Jinyoung’s, and he anchors you with his hands so he can begin to thrust up into you.

You can feel Jaebum watching where you’re connected with Jinyoung and it makes you moan loudly, enjoying the feeling of Jinyoung roughly thrusting up into you.

“Stop moving.” Jaebum says from behind you, having had enough of the visual. He holds you down so you’re completely filled by Jinyoung.

Jinyoung glares at Jaebum but stops thrusting into you, allowing you to simply cock warm him while Jaebum calls the shots. 

Jaebum pulls at your hair, bringing you up so your back is to his chest. Jinyoung’s hands go to grab at your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you moan. your sounds are quickly quieted by Jaebum’s fingers entering your mouth and you suck eagerly.

His digits are gone too quickly and then he’s shoving you back down onto Jinyoung, his newly lubed fingers prodding your ass.

You and Jaebum have tried anal before, in fact, if there’s one thing in the world Jaebum owns of you, it’s your ass. And he knows it.

“Bet you’ve always wanted this huh princess?” Jaebum asks you, adding another finger as he stretches you out, “always been my little cock slut, should have known you’d be into this.”

His words make your pussy clench and Jinyoung groans from under you, fingers digging into your hips as you pant against the skin of his neck, pressing soft kisses as you adjust to having Jinyoung in your pussy and Jaebum’s fingers in your ass.

“How’s it feel having Jackson’s cum leaking out of you while Jinyoung fills you up?” Jaebum asks.

“So good.” you moan. He smacks at your ass and you yelp, correcting yourself, “so good, daddy.” 

He removes his fingers from you and you groan at the loss, only to feel the head of his cock press against you next. It’s obvious he’s grabbed the lube he keeps in his night stand, and the head of his dick presses into you, making you gasp.

“Going to have to relax baby.” Jinyoung soothes you, running his fingers up and down your back, “can you do that for us?”

You nod against his shoulder, taking a deep breath as you force your body to calm down. Jaebum pushes deeper into you and you grab at the bedsheets until he’s fully sheathed in your ass.

Jinyoung and Jaebum can feel each other, although they’re separated by being in different holes. 

Jaebum pulls out slightly only to push back in and you moan loudly, teeth sinking into Jinyoung’s neck. He immediately grabs at you, forcing you to look into his angry eyes, “no biting princess.” he warns you, squeezing your neck roughly. 

Jaebum laughs from behind you, “oh, you didn’t know she becomes a biter when she’s really nice and horny?” he thrusts into you with each emphasized word and you moan loudly.

Jinyoung’s jaw clenches at Jaebum’s words.

“Don’t you know you have to give her something else to suck on?” Jaebum chastises, “Like Mark.” 

All eyes go to the man sitting and watching. He’s hard again and quickly approaches the bed.

“You wanna suck Mark off like a good girl, don’t you baby?” Jaebum asks, roughly squeezing your ass cheek that had been decimated by Mark’s teeth earlier, making you moan from pain while nodding enthusiastically. 

You move so you’re holding yourself up on your hands next to Jinyoung on the bed, still straddling the man under you while Jaebum slowly thrusts into you from behind, but now you also have access to Mark who is kneeling on the bed near you.

you wrap your lips around Mark and it becomes obvious to everyone that due to all the different motions, you’re pretty much just their stationary fuck toy. it feels so dirty, having Jaebum pound into you from behind, sending you forward onto Mark and Jinyoung’s dicks, only to pull you back. Jaebum sets the pace, Jinyoung and Mark try to match it.

Mark especially is being careful, not wanting to make you gag too much on his cock, even though every time you do it drives him wild. “Fuck,” Mark cusses, easily the most verbal of the three. His hand fists your hair, “so fucking good with your mouth.”

Jinyoung reaches between your bodies and his fingers rub at your clit, making your body jolt and clench around the men inside of you. You pull off of Mark to get a breath, moans leaving your lips as you jack him off with your hand, eyes closed in ecstasy. Just as you’re about to cum, Jinyoung pulls his fingers away and tears form in your eyes. You want to beg him for release but when you open your eyes you remember you’re neglecting Jackson.

You’re aware that this might be the last time you ever sleep with all four of these men, and you figure that you have a pussy, an ass, a mouth, and two good hands, so might as well use one of the two free hands you have.

“Jackson,” you look at him and everyones motions stop. Mark laughs at the fact that you want to have all four of them at once, but Jaebum and Jinyoung don’t seem to be too pleased by it.

Jackson comes to kneel next to Mark. You lick his cock, getting it coated in your saliva before you move your mouth back to Mark, hand wrapping around Jackson’s cock and rubbing slowly. Jackson’s hips twitch and you realize he’s been watching you have all this fun for a while and is probably already close.

“So fucking needy.” comes a growl from behind you, then a smack to your ass, “you need four cocks to get off huh?” Jaebum’s fingers dig into your hips as he begins to pound into you harder, “not one, not two, not three,” you’re moaning around Mark’s dick with each thrust, feeling your orgasm building from all the overstimulation and Jaebum’s dirty words, “four cocks for our dirty little cock slut.” 

Jinyoung moans from under you, it’s obvious to both him and Jaebum that the slight degradation is driving you wild, your pussy practically throbbing around Jinyoung. 

“Maybe we should invite someone else next time,” Jinyoung moans from under you, “have both hands, your mouth, your pussy” He thrusts harshly up into you, “and your ass filled.”

You whimper around Mark, sliding your hand faster up and down Jackson’s shaft.

“Fuck, you like that princess?” Jaebum lands a smack to your ass, “like being a little idol toy?” He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you off of Mark’s cock.

You sputter, taking in a gulp of air, neck arched back, “yes daddy I fucking love it.” you respond. Jaebum lets go of your hair and you slump forward again, wrapping your lips around Jackson this time and switching hands to jerk off Mark. 

Jaebum’s hands go to your waist and he thrusts into you hard and fast, “make us all cum and you get a reward baby,” Jinyoung tells you.

You suck hard on Jackson, knowing that he’ll be the easiest to make cum from the way he’s moaning. 

You open your eyes to look up at Jackson and that’s what does it for him, he explodes down your throat and you swallow, licking your lips.

“Jackson what the fuck?” Mark laughs, “they told you not to cum in her mouth!”

“I-” Jackson looks really apologetic, cheeks flushed from his orgasm, but it just makes you like him even more.

“it’s fine.” you say quickly before moving your mouth to Mark, determined to get him to cum next so you can cum too.

Everyone groans at the sight of you on Mark’s cock.

“So fucking dirty,” Jaebum growls, “just swallowed Jackson’s cum and now you’re needy for Mark,” another smack to your ass. Then his hand grabs your head, pushing you all the way down on Mark’s length until you’re choking, sputtering around him.

Mark moans loudly and then he cums, allowing you to pull mostly off of him so he can jack himself off into your awaiting mouth as you regain your breath. 

He’s so pretty when he cums, bottom lip bitten between those adorable teeth of his.

As soon as he finishes, Jinyoung grabs your face, turning your attention to him, “they’ve both cum twice, time to show your sir and daddy that you like them too.”

“of course I like you.” You whimper, cupping Jinyoung’s face. Before you can kiss him, Jaebum grabs at you again, forcing you so you’re back is near his chest, ur body arched to allow both to continue to plow into you while Jaebum wraps his hand around your throat.

You grab at his forearm, loving how powerful they both feel, controlling you and filling you up.

This new position gives Jinyoung access to your clit and he presses his thumb against it roughly, immediately making your body react and clench around them.

“Cum for us kitten.” Jaebum growls, nipping at your ear.

His words throw you over the edge and your entire body spasms with the pleasure of your orgasm, shaking as the most sinful sounds leave your lips. Jinyoung continues to play with your clit and you’re nearly crying from the overstimulation as both of them cum with you, thrusts getting sloppy, Jaebum’s grip on your neck tightening until you can’t breathe at all.

The feeling of blood rushing to your head as they both use you makes you cum a second time and tears roll down your cheeks. 

Jaebum lets go of you and you collapse against Jinyoung’s chest, body still twitching. 

Jinyoung traces shapes on your back, kissing your cheek to make sure you’re okay while Jaebum goes to get things to clean you up with. 

“You did so well,” Jinyoung tells you, petting your hair as you nuzzle against his neck.

You can’t even speak, mind still fuzzy from your orgasms, but you manage a little whimper that makes him smile. 

“She looks pretty worn out.” Mark’s voice makes you lift your head, eyes landing on Mark who has pulled on some sweatpants.

Jaebum comes back into the room from the bathroom, “want a bath baby? or a shower?” he had originally planned on just getting a towel to clean you off but Mark’s words have made him realize that maybe you need something more.

“A bath.” you answer, knowing you probably won’t be able to stand in a shower alone.

Jaebum goes away and you hear the sound of running water as he gets a bath ready for you. Jackson sits on the bed near you, “want me to get some take out baby? we can watch movies and cuddle tonight if you want.”

you nod eagerly, “yes please.”

Jackson cups your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone as you nuzzle against his warmth, smiling happily. 

Jaebum comes back into the room, everyone moving so he can pick you up and take you to the bathroom. Once there, he gets into the tub with you, sitting behind you and holding you close to his chest in a warm embrace.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Good.”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Sometimes after a particularly rough session, you get a little quiet after, so he’s used to this. 

You turn in his arms so you’re looking up at him, “how do you feel?” you ask.

“What do you mean?” Jaebum pushes some hair from your face.

“Are you angry?”

He smiles softly, shaking his head, “no.”

You stay quiet, giving him some space to speak.

“This made me realize a lot of things.” he tells you, thumb testing your bottom lip, “you really like them huh?”

“Yes but-”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he tells you, “you don’t have to tell me you like me best.” Jaebum plays with some strands of your hair, “I think maybe... maybe it’s a good thing.”

“A good thing?” you repeat his words back to him.

He chuckles, “yeah. I’m busy a lot. I don’t know if I’d be able to give you everything you deserve-”

“Jaebum-” You try to reassure him, but he grabs your face, making you stop talking.

“Let me finish.” he smiles, releasing you, “dating while being an idol is hard, a lot of partners can’t take the hours, the dedication to our work. But with four of us... someone would almost always be able to give you what you deserve.” 

You’re shocked at his words, unable to come up with a reply.

Jaebum sighs, “they all really care about you. It’s nice seeing them happy.”

He’s the leader, and you’ve seen how much he prioritizes his members’ happiness. But this is unexpected.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask.

he nods, “yes, but, I don’t want to hide how I feel about you anymore. If we’re doing this, it’s because I get to finally call you my girlfriend okay? no more fuck buddies without feelings. I want to be able to tell you how important you are to me.”

You smile, pressing your lips against his, “you’re important to me too.”

The two of you cuddle in the bath for a while longer until Jackson calls that the food has arrived. The two of you get dressed, Jaebum giving you one of his shirts to wear.

When you enter the kitchen, Jinyoung, Mark and Jackson are readying plates, they all look up at you and Jaebum standing there. Jaebum has his arms wrapped around your middle, head on your shoulder as he keeps you pressed with your back to his chest.

“Did you two work stuff out?” Mark asks bluntly, noticing how happy you both look.

Jaebum kisses your cheek, “tell them what we talked about princess.”

“Jaebum and I are going to try a relationship,” you state, a large smile on your face, “but, we also want to invite you guys into it as well, if any of you want that.”

Jackson’s eyes are wide, he smiles and then nods, bounding over to you, to grab your hands. He kisses you and you take that as affirmation, smiling against his lips.

When Jackson pulls away you look at Mark and Jinyoung.

Mark laughs, “I’m down.”

All eyes go to Jinyoung and he sighs, laughing, “let’s try it.”

They’ve all heard rumours about idol groups being in poly relationships. They’ve heard about NCT and the girl they take everywhere with them, who they claim is ‘a member of their staff’. But they’ve never tried it themselves. 

The five of you discuss what movie you want to watch as everyone grabs food, then goes to the living room. You sit in the middle of the couch. Jaebum gets on one side of you and Jackson looks like he’s about to go for the other but Jinyoung flashes him a look and Jackson takes a seat on the floor by your legs as Jinyoung sits next to you. Mark also opts to sit on the floor.

The movie starts, Mark and Jackson chatting and making all of you laugh as you eat. Jaebum and Jinyoung stay mostly quiet but they both enjoy Mark and Jackson making everything lively.

You feel so happy, amongst the four guys who make you feel so special.

You’re shocked that one half-drunk fuck up led to this, but you’re definitely not complaining. 

You lean against Jaebum’s shoulders, tangling your fingers with Jinyoung’s and listen to Mark and Jackson talking.

You’ve never been happier. 

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           “Baby!” Gyu said tackling you back down onto the bed, he covers your face with kisses as you giggle uncontrollably. Seungcheol laughs and joins the two of you on the bed.

           “Hi my loves. Practice ran longer than I wanted.” You said as Cheol kisses your cheek.

           “Ah, that’s how it is before debut my love, always practicing.” Cheol said rubbing his eyes.

           “Yes, yes. But at least your home now and you can cuddle us as we sleep.” Gyu said.

           “Ah, this is true my Gyu~ Now let’s sleep, I’m so tired.” You said and on cue Seungcheol lifts you from the bed as Mingyu throws the blankets back. Cheol puts you in the middle and each boy comes to your sides. You snuggle into the blankets and both of your boyfriends kiss your cheeks.

           “Goodnight baby”

           “Goodnight my Gyu and Cheol”