#poly series

You laugh and reach up to squeeze his shoulder. “We’re not old; they’re just really, really young. And I’m sure you’re out of touch with what the Korean youth are into, Sicheng. You spend half of your time in China.”

You’re just glad that he made time out of his busy schedule to come watch Mei’s first dance recital. For weeks she’s been practicing so hard, so excited and hopeful that her dad would be there to see. While she fully accepts and loves your partners as her dads, WinWin always is and always will be her Baba, the most important one of them in her eyes.

When he met the two of you in front of the building just before she had to be inside for the recital, you’d seen the true happiness bursting in your daughter’s eyes. She’d leapt into WinWin’s arms, hugging him so tightly around the neck, and squealing excitedly. And though they both tried to hide it after pulling apart, there were tears glistening in their eyes. 

You’d promised to grab good seats, and you’d let WinWin take her backstage to wish her luck and listen to her nervously babble.

It’s just you and him tonight. Your partners are at home tonight with the twins who were both stuck in a frightful stage that made you barely want to bring them out in public.You don’t want them distracting you from Mei.

She does wonderful, to no one’s surprise. 

You remember when you were pregnant with her, still uncertain of her paternity, you’d hoped that she would have even an ounce of talent from her father. WinWin was an amazing dancer, and Mei had inherited that trait, filling the stage with her presence. 

After the recital, other parents come up to congratulate her on a splendid performance, and you and WinWin shower her with praises. When you bring her home, Doyoung’s waiting with a bouquet of flowers, Jaehyun and Miseon take her by the hand and start dancing with her in a dizzying circle. 

Minjun’s sitting in the corner, pouting, currently in time-out as punishment for a misdemeanor that you’re sure Mark will tell you about later. 

Jaehyun leaves your girls spinning and giggling, and he pulls you in for a kiss. “She must’ve done amazing, right? She seems really happy.”

“Yeah, Sicheng came, which I think really made her happy.” You rest your head on his shoulder to watch the girls. “But she really, really did fantastic. I wish you’d seen her on that stage, Jae.”

Mark appears from the kitchen then, wiping his hands dry on a towel, and he heads right over to Minjun, crouching down in front of his son. “Are you sorry yet, Minjunnie? Do you understand why what you did was bad?”

Minjun pouts still, his puppy dog eyes melting your heart from across the room, but Mark sits stone-still before him. After a few seconds Minjun nods. “I’m sorry, Appa.”

Mark nods too. “Alright. You can get up now. Go play with your sisters, and be nice.”

Minjun pushes to his feet and races over to join his sisters spinning around in circles in the middle of the living room. You catch Mark’s eye, and he smiles and shakes his head a little before pushing back up onto his feet, coming over to you and Jaehyun. Mark kisses you lightly, then turns to watch your kids playing.

“He bit Yuta.” Mark’s hand bumps against yours. “And then he threw his dinner across the kitchen.”

“Where’s Yuta?” You ask, now concerned that your fourth partner hasn’t made an appearance. 

Jaehyun chuckles. “We had to talk him down from telling Minjun that he would have to go to the hospital to get stitches and a rabies shot. He left to go shower, wash off the dinner splatter.”

Doyoung speaks sharply then, reaching into the sudden knot of your three children to pull them apart as they’d all started fighting. “Minjun! Do you want to go back in time out?” Doyoung pulls a teary-eyed Miseon back to her feet, all set on comforting her until she launches a toy in her hand at her brother. Doyoung throws an exasperated look over at the three of you. 

Mark breaks away from you, walking quickly over to Minjun, scooping him up, tossing him over one shoulder, and marching away toward Minjun’s bedroom, lecturing him under his breath about how he’s going to have to go to bed early tonight.

Mei sits on the floor, legs folded now, arms crossed, frowning, looking so much like WinWin in that moment that you have to do a double-take. She glares at her sister and then at you as she says, “Miseon bit me!”

“Oh my god, our kids.” You press your face against Jaehyun’s shoulder. “They’re going to grow out of this, right?”

Jaehyun wraps his arms around you, hugging you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I think they inherited the biting thing from you, baby.”

You push him away, but don’t let him go too far with your fingers holding onto the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders. “I am not the one that likes biting, Jung Jaehyun. So they did not get it from me, thank you.”

Jaehyun just smiles, his nose scrunching up in adorable delight. Your heart fills with warmth, even after all of these years. Jaehyun must see it in your eyes because he brings his hand up, brushing his fingers along your jaw. “Are we still on for this weekend?”

“Of course. I can’t remember the last time just the two of us went on a date. Or when it was just the two of us to celebrate your birthday.” You press in for a kiss. “I’m excited to see what you have planned for us.”

“A surprise.” Jaehyun’s expression is so soft, filled with excitement at his secret plans. “Speaking of, I do have some final arrangements to make.”

He walks away, disappearing down the hallway to the spare bedroom, which you’ve sort of turned into an office/home studio/occasional time-out-from-the-kids room. You look around the living room. Mei’s still pouting on the floor, Doyoung’s wrangled Miseon into a blanket cocoon which has her giggling once more, and he’s scrolling through movie options on the TV to watch with her. 

“Mei-mei, why don’t you go change out of your recital dress? Wash up and put on your pajamas?” You rake your fingers through your hair, hoping that she’ll go without argument. “And when you’re done I can braid your hair and we’ll watch the movie with Dodi and Miseon?”

Mei agrees to that, hopping to her feet, and racing to her bedroom. You follow, but you detour toward your own bedroom. You pass Minjun’s bedroom; the door is closed, and behind it you can hear Mark still speaking softly to him. The door to the office is closed as well, light shining out from the space at the bottom of the door. 

When you reach your bedroom, Yuta is still showering, so you join him.

“Hey,” he greets you softly when you step into the shower. 

The glass panels and the tiles are dripping with condensation; the shower is filled with steam, Yuta’s form half-shrouded as he turns to face the water, rinsing the shampoo from his hair.

You step up behind him, arms sliding around his waist. Just a brush of your lips to the side of his neck has Yuta sighing, his body relaxing. “I heard Minjunnie bit you?” 

“Mm. Do you think I’m going to turn into a little menace now?” He says it with love in his voice. 

“Miseon’s biting too, you know. She just bit Mei. Maybe we shouldn’t have let them watch that animation about the baby vampires.” You rest your lips against his throat. 

Yuta laughs, shrugging to dislodge you as he’s feeling ticklish. “Maybe they just got it from you.”

“Jaehyun said that too!” You move back and complain, “Do I really bite you guys that much?”

Yuta turns to face you now. “You haven’t for a while. But you did go through a stage where you bit us pretty often during sex. I remember Mark saying he was a little worried that you might bite while blowing him.” 

You groan and step around him, reaching for the shampoo so you can hurry with your shower to get back out to watching movies. Yuta’s arms wrap around you, now holding you in exactly the same way you’d been holding him just a moment before, though he lowers his head to your shoulder, nipping lightly at your skin. 

His hand slips down your belly, driving toward your pussy, but you bat his hand away. 

“I can’t right now. Doyoung and I promised Mei and Miseon movie night.” You lace your fingers with his. “I can’t leave them waiting.”

Yuta kisses your shoulder. “I can be quick.”

“Not right now, Yuta.” 

“Okay.” He kisses your shoulder again and then takes a step back. “Minjun not joining for movie night?”

“He started a little fight with the girls, so Mark was putting him to bed early.” You lather up your hair quickly, knowing that Mei is probably already done with her shower. “Do you want to watch with us?”

Yuta shakes his head. “No, I’ll leave that to you and Doie. I’m gonna go slip in with Mark and Minjun, let him know that I’m not mad at him. There’s no way he’s actually going to bed early. He’s probably talked Mark into bedtime singing or storytime, either way, Mark’s gonna fall asleep before that kid.”

You know he’s right. Minjun often tries to stay up much past his bedtime. 

And sure enough, as you and Yuta leave your bedroom after the shower, when Yuta opens Minjun’s door, your son is sitting in Mark’s lap, looking excitedly down at the pages of the storybook Mark’s reading to him. You continue on to the living room, finding Doyoung singing along with Miseon to an old kid’s dinosaur song, and Mei rolls her eyes at them (isn’t she still too young to have the attitude of a teenager?) but sits up excitedly when you settle onto the sofa with her.

As Doyoung starts the movie that the girls agreed upon, as Mei seats herself before you for you to work on braiding her hair, you feel so happy, blessed with your life.

The twins are never really sure how to act around WinWin. They know that he’s not their dad, even though they have got four of those, but they also understand that he is Mei’s dad (which once inspired Minjun’s jealousy that Mei gets five dads while he and Miseon only get four).

So when WinWin comes by your apartment to pick up Mei for her to spend the weekend with him.

Miseon was trailing you as you answered the door, but when she looked up and saw WinWin, she ran away, disappearing toward her and Mei’s bedroom. 

Yuta appears before Mei does, coming into the room to swing his arms around WinWin, gathering him into a hug, which WinWin struggles against but doesn’t escape from until Mei comes dashing out of her room, a bag tossed over her shoulder, a bright smile on her face for her Baba. 

Mei hugs you, hugs Yuta, and as Jaehyun comes into the room, bringing his suitcase for your weekend escape with him, she hugs him too. Neither Doyoung or Mark are home at the time, but you promise her they’ll miss her this weekend.

By the time your eldest and WinWin leave the apartment, you can hear her already trying to rope him into taking her to buy a new tablet because Miseon and Minjun had developed a habit of stealing her tablet and putting their baby games on it.

After they’re gone, Miseon slowly emerges from her bedroom, her favorite pink bunny acting as a shield to her wariness. Minjun is right behind her, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

Jaehyun moves the suitcase beside the door, and then he goes to retrieve your bag from your bedroom. It’s once he returns that your kids seem to realize that the packed bags mean someone’s leaving. 

“What do you have in this bag?” Jaehyun groans as he walks back out into the living room. “We’re going away for two days, baby.” He steps around Minjun, dropping your bag beside his suitcase.

Minjun doesn’t say anything, just points at the luggage and frowns. 

Miseon starts pouting, clutching her bunny tighter, making the small sounds that mean she’s about to cry. Yuta quickly scoops her up, wrapping her up in a hug, murmuring to her softly in Japanese and rubbing her back.

“Mama, I wanna go with you!” Minjun walks forward, lifting his arms up, expecting you to carry him. You do pick him up, but only to plant a kiss on his cheek, smoothing his hair down where it’s sticking up in the back. “Where you and Appa going?”

“It’s a surprise, Minjunnie.” Jaehyun strokes the back of Minjun’s head, kissing him on the forehead. “We’ll be back in two days. That’s just two nights without us, and while we’re gone Appa Mark and Papa and Dodi are going to spoil you and Miseon. All movies and staying up late and dessert, no Mama to tell you you can’t.”

That makes Minjun smile, his eyes going starry at the thought of all the things you normally tell them they can’t do. Unlimited screen time, no early bedtime, no veggies. You can’t blame him for looking excited about that, he is a kid. But you know that Doyoung will put his foot down in regards to the all-sugar diet. Yuta will insist that they spend some time doing something other than bingeing kid shows. Mark won’t stand for the twins staying up later than normal and being grumpy the next day.

“Alright, I can see you’re excited about us leaving now.” You tell Minjun, tickling him lightly. “Do you still want to come with Appa and I? There’s no candy, no staying up late, no movies.”

Minjun shakes his head, already squirming for you to let him back down. As soon as his feet touch the floor, he runs over to Yuta, looping his arms around his leg. “I’m staying with Papa.”

Jaehyun grins and turns toward the door, catching your eye. You crouch down so you’re at Minjun’s level. “Are you at least going to miss me?”

Minjun nods, and you look up to Miseon in Yuta’s arms. She’s still resting her head on his shoulder, her pink bunny clutched against her chest, her bottom lip pouted out. 

“Okay, babies, can I get a kiss goodbye?” You move toward them, and Minjun loosens his grip from his Papa’s leg to give you a goodbye, and when you stand up straight, Miseon lifts herself from Yuta’s shoulder to give you a goodbye also.

It almost hurts to walk away from them. You haven’t been apart from them for so long ever. It hurt you the first time you let Mei go over to WinWin’s place, knowing that you would be without her, so to now be without the twins for two days and two nights is difficult too, but they’re four years old; it’s time.

And also you have Jaehyun’s surprise to look forward to.

The last time you spent a Valentine’s Day without multiple partners was the year that you would meet the men who would become your future family. But this year it’s just you and Jaehyun. 

Nami Island in the winter is a lovely place to be, and as you and Jaehyun arrive at the cottage you’ll be staying at until Sunday, there’s already a light dusting of snow on everything, making the trees and the grass sparkle. 

The cottage overlooks the river, and it’s quiet and peaceful, which you’re sure is the opposite of what it likely is at home with your other partners juggling the twins.

“Do you like it?” Jaehyun asks, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head. 

“Of course I do.” You lean back into him. “It’s nice here. Quiet, private.” You tilt your head back until you can see his face, and in a hushed voice you say, “It’s romantic.”

The cottage is warm and cozy, and the day is already growing late after a little over a two hour trip there. And you have a surprise of your own for Jaehyun.

When you turn in his arms to face him, draping your arms around his neck, Jaehyun smiles slowly. You press your fingers up into his hair, which he’s growing long enough to rival Yuta’s, and you twirl a few strands around your finger. “Would you like me to tell you a secret? A secret that arrived perfectly in time for this weekend, and I feel like you’ll really enjoy it.”

Jaehyun’s smile grows bigger, his eyes alight as he asks, “Did you really buy that lingerie set you showed us?”

A few weeks ago you’d been online shopping when you came across this really cute, really sexy lingerie set that you’d immediately shown to your partners to see what they thought. They’d all loved it, but Jaehyun had been very vocal about how much he’d have loved to see you in it. 

“Maybe I did. But I didn’t actually bring it. There’s something else I’m talking about.” You lower your gaze to his lips as you tell him, “I’m ovulating right now. I haven’t had sex with any of the others any time recently, and now you and I have got all weekend to ourselves. Jae,” you sigh, “I really, really want to have your baby. I think I’m ready for another one.”

“Fuck.” Jaehyun groans. “There goes the thought of any other plans I’ve made for this weekend. We’re not leaving until you’ve got my baby in your belly.”

You laugh, and with your fingers in his hair, you bring Jaehyun’s lips to crash against your own.

You’ve had sex with Jaehyun a thousand times. You’ve had it rough, hot and heavy, pressed between him and the others, with his hand around your throat while he dirty talks and degrades you. And you’ve had it sweet, soft and romantic, him holding you in his arms, kissing you gently, telling you how much he loves you along with sweet nothings.

And this evening you have him in every way. Jaehyun fucks you desperately, kissing away every moan, every whine, every plea for him to fuck you harder. He’s rough with you, and you love it, but the intimacy of it is found in his lips on yours, quiet murmurs of how much he loves you, and your gasps of pleasure and the breaths of love you return to him.

Afterwards, you don’t want to move. You’d love to just stay there, go another round, linger in this lust with him now that you know you will be uninterrupted, without the risk of a child coming to knock on the door or crying out from down the hallway. 

Jaehyun kisses you on the lips, your neck, your chest. 

“What are you doing?” You laugh as he moves lower down the bed, his lips hovering over your belly. You touch his hair lightly, and Jaehyun lifts his gaze to your face, quirking an eyebrow at you. 

“Shh.” He lowers his head again, his lips just barely touching the skin below your navel. 

You watch as he closes his eyes, and you feel his lips moving a little, not enough to make any discernible noise. 

“Birthday wish?” You ask after he finally lifts his head. “Do I get to know what it was for?”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Can’t tell you. It won’t come true if I do.” He sits up and holds out his hand. “Let’s go clean up. We should eat something.”

But the problem is, you really can’t keep your hands to yourself. Not while you rinse off quickly, not as you redress, and not as you and Jaehyun go eat at a little place on the island. 

You’d had your hand in his lap the entire time you ate dinner, rubbing his cock over his pants. Jaehyun, in retaliation, had laid his hand on your thigh, massaging roughly, his fingers occasionally slipping right to the apex of your thighs, brushing his fingers over your core. 

So perhaps, as soon as you’ve finished eating, you pull Jaehyun with you to the little restroom in the back of the restaurant, drag him inside, and lock the door. He has to stuff your mouth with his fingers to keep your moans from echoing off the mirror and the walls as he fucks you over the sink. 

You can’t even keep your hands to yourself after that. You’re touching him the whole way back to your cottage, pulling him in for kisses, slipping your hand down the front of his pants on the walk, backing him up against a nearby tree, kissing him until you’re both breathless and Jaehyun pushes you away as someone passes nearby.

And once you’re back within the walls of your cottage, Jaehyun can’t keep his hands off of you either. He peels the clothes off of you like petals, letting them fall to the floor on the way to the bed. You drag his shirt over his head, twist your fingers into his hair, and you pull him down against you, both of you falling, intertwined, onto the bed.

It’s hard and fast, both of you overwhelmed by the passion you’ve been drowning in all evening. You ride Jaehyun, his hands on your body–pinching your nipples, guiding your rolling hips, circling your clit as the wave of your orgasm crests. 

“Cum for me, Jaehyun.” You moan, lowering yourself down onto your elbows, fingers at his chin when you kiss him. “After tonight, I’m going to make you a daddy again.”

“Promise?” He groans, bucking up into the tightness of your pussy. “Fuck, I want another baby. Gonna give you my baby this time.” 

In a smooth motion, Jaehyun rolls you under him, his lips catching at your throat. You moan, dig your fingers into the muscles at his shoulders, and you plead, “Jaehyun, cum for me.”

He moans your name as he cums. 

You wrap your arms and legs around him. “Stay here. I don’t want you to move.” Jaehyun sighs when you press your face to his shoulder, and he doesn’t move at all, just staying fully pressed against you, his cock buried inside. 

“I love having you like this,” Jaehyun tells you after a while. “All to myself.”

Over the last few years, he’s definitely gotten over his jealousy for the most part, but there are times just like this, when it’s just the two of you, when you know that deep down Jaehyun still wishes it was like this all the time. Not that he would trade your kids for anything else, you know that he adores them, loves them as his own. 

You kiss his shoulder, his neck, and you tilt your head against his. “But you’re happy, right?”

“Always happy as long as I’m with you.” Jaehyun pulls away. You whine, left empty and cold, so you reach out for him again. Jaehyun settles into the bed, opens his arms to you, and you snuggle right back in. He holds you tight, and murmurs, “I love you, the kids, the guys. I’m happy with everything we’ve got.”

And you’re happy too as you drift off to sleep then.

The first full day of your vacation, you leave the bed to walk around the island. It’s beautiful, though quite cold. But that night the lust takes over again, and you ride Jaehyun on the private patio of your cottage, under starlight and beside a warm fire. You breathe “I love you” back and forth, the words visible in the frosty air as Jaehyun wraps a blanket snug around your shoulders, kissing you to stoke the heat inside you. 

You go several more times that night, and by the time Jaehyun crawls out of bed, telling you that he’s not sure his body can possibly cum anymore, you feel so desperate, hoping beyond anything that you’ve made a baby this weekend. 

And the following morning, you squeeze in one last luxurious fuck that extends from a lazy roll around in the bed to Jaehyun pressing you against the wall of the shower. 

“Do you think it worked?” Jaehyun asks you on the train ride back to Seoul. He rests a hand on your belly. “Think we’ve started something?”

You lay your hand over his lacing your fingers through, and you sigh, “I hope.”

After your weekend trip you have to restrain yourself from taking a pregnancy test immediately, even though you know it must be too early for it to matter. By this point, the other three know that you’re trying to get pregnant with Jaehyun’s baby. It would be hard to miss since Jaehyun can barely keep his hands off of you; the pair of you are constantly taking chances to shower together, waking the others in the middle of the night because one of you got horny and woke the other to fuck (which they’re invited to participate too, but Jaehyun does threaten to castrate them if they cum inside you).

You’re trying. You’re really, really trying to get pregnant. Fucking Jaehyun at every chance for weeks, hoping that one of those times will be the one. 

“Mamaaaaaa!” Minjun cries out, his fists banging on the bathroom door.

Yuta sighs, pressing his lips to the juncture of your shoulder and neck. Jaehyun laughs and gets to his feet from where he’s been kneeling on the shower floor to eat you out. 

Miseon joins the chorus of her brother’s cries of “Mama! Papa! Appa!!” 

“Are you sure you want another one?” Yuta asks. “That means more interruptions. Shit!”

Jaehyun scowls at Yuta, pulling his hand back from where he just pinched the elder man. “We’re having another baby, hyung. It’s gonna happen. Don’t jinx us.”

“Yes, we are.” You lift your hands to Jaehyun’s shoulders, lean in to kiss him while his hands slide down to your hips.

“I’ll leave you two to baby-making, then,” Yuta says, “Distract the kids for you.”

There’s another loud bang against the door and a whine from Miseon. Yuta steals your lips from Jaehyun, and you’re tempted to lock your arms around him and keep him in there too. Mark’s supposed to be watching the kids, but you have a feeling he got distracted watching the new series he and Mei are obsessed with. 

“I’m going.” He kisses you one last time, and then he’s slipping away, wrapping a towel around his waist. You hear him playfully roar as he pulls open the door, and the answering shrieks of his daughter and son. 

You can’t wait to have another one, even if it means special times with your partners being interrupted even more. You touch your belly, imagining how it’ll feel to have it swell with life again.

As soon as the door closes again, Jaehyun is back to kissing you, pulling you closer under the warm spray of water, his lips on your throat, hands on your ass. 

“Jae–” Your hand slides down his chest. You sigh as he brings his mouth back to yours. “Jaehyun, wait.”

“We don’t have a lot of time.” He kisses you once, then again. 

You press gently at his chest, just wanting to get the words out. “Wait, I wanna tell you something.” 

Jaehyun makes a soft needy moan, but he pulls back, giving you enough room to breathe. “Yes, baby?”

“Jaehyun….” You reach around him to shut off the water. “We don’t have to keep trying so hard to make a baby.”

“What?” Jaehyun reaches out for towels. He’s frowning when he turns back to you. “Like, you want to take a break? Why? Are you tired of me?”

“That’s not why.” You put a hand on his chest, drumming your fingers lightly, and you take a deep breath before telling him, “I’m trying to say, we don’t have to try so hard anymore because we succeeded.”

Jaehyun’s eyes go wide. “We succeeded? You’re pregnant?”

You nod, the smile breaking across your face. “Yeah, yeah, I am.”

You don’t have the chance to steady yourself before Jaehyun throws himself at you, kissing you and hugging you, and completely knocking you both off balance on the slippery shower floor.

It’s the sound of your laughter echoing off the walls that draws the attention of the rest of your family. Doyoung cracks open the door, peeking inside to find you laying on top of Jaehyun, laughing and kissing in the shower. You’re both covered by your towels, so even though all three of your kids squeeze their way to see around the door and all shriek in disgust at finding you and their Appa Jae kissing on the shower floor.

“What is going on here?” Mark asks, unable to hold in his own laughter.

Jaehyun’s grin is undeniably huge as he announces, “We’re having another baby!”

The celebration lasts for ages, and that night as you’re putting the kids to bed, they’re still buzzing with excitement. 

“When do we get the baby, Mama?” Miseon asks as you’re tucking her in. 

“It won’t be another sister, right?” Mei asks. “I’m already sharing with her.”

Miseon starts to argue with her sister, so you cut them off with, “I don’t know yet if the baby will be a boy or a girl. And we won’t have the baby here with us for several months, but if you go to sleep now, when you wake up, we’ll be one day closer.”

Minjun’s only comment is, “Mama, I want a brother. Can you make sure that we get a boy baby?”

You kiss him on the forehead. “I’ll put in a request, Minjunnie, but no promise that we’ll get a boy.” 

All of your partners have questions, particularly questions about how far along you are (about eleven or twelve weeks), why it took you so long to tell them, what was holding you back. Jaehyun most of all wants to know why you didn’t tell him sooner that he was finally going to be the biological father of a baby with you. 

It takes you a while to bolster the courage to tell them the truth.

“So about a year ago probably,” you tell them, “All four of you were so busy with work. Jae and Doyoung, you were both embarking on new acting projects, Mark was working on that solo stuff. Yuta, you had just signed the contract for that show, and I was juggling the twins and Mei and the complications with WinWin.” Because at the time he was trying to get you to let him have Mei even more, to take her on extended trips to China with him, throwing up a real fuss when you wouldn’t let him do that. 

Your four partners are gathered around you, listening intently.

“Well, we were all busy really, so when I found out I was pregnant, I didn’t want to tell any of you right away. Things were hectic, and I know how you all are, you’d want to be hands-on with me,” you say, and Mark slowly slides his hands away from where he’s had a hand resting on your waist under your shirt. “So I didn’t tell any of you then, and after a few weeks, it ended up that it didn’t matter that I hadn’t told any of you, because I lost the baby. And I hated myself for it, and I hated that you were all so busy that you didn’t notice how I’d changed when I was pregnant, didn’t notice how depressed I became after I had the miscarriage. 

“I’m sorry I never told any of you about it. I should have. But, like I said, you were all so busy. That was a busy time for all of us, and by the time things settled, it just didn’t feel like a good time to tell you anymore.” Mark’s hand slips back under your shirt. Doyoung holds your hand. “So this time when I got a positive test, I just wanted to wait a bit, to make sure that I wouldn’t fail this time.”

Jaehyun, sitting right beside you, cups your face in his hands. “You didn’t fail last time either, baby. I wish you would never think of yourself as a failure in any capacity. It’s science, probability, and as strange as it may sound paired with those two, it’s fate. It’s terrible, and I’m sorry that we were too blind to you and all that you went through alone at the time.”

He kisses your forehead softly, and as soon as he’s pulled back, Yuta moves in to do the same, then Doyoung, then Mark. 

“We’re here for you this time, whatever highs or lows this baby will bring,” Mark promises you. 

“Thank you, I’m just nervous and worried,” you admit. “What if it happens again?” You look at Jaehyun, and immediately feel your eyes filling with tears. You don’t want to let him down. This baby, you know for sure that it’s got to be his, and having him know that you’re carrying his baby, thinking that you could potentially lose it like the last one, it terrifies you.

Jaehyun must read that on your face because he wraps his arms around you, bringing your face into his shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright. Whatever happens, okay?” 

And you know it’s alright. Jaehyun’s told you so many times before that he doesn’t need a biological child to be happy. He loves Mei, Miseon, and Minjun as if they’re his own flesh and blood. But you feel like there’s a piece missing in this perfect family puzzle. This piece that you carry inside you.

It’s later, late that night after the others have drifted off to sleep, after your insomnia refuses to let you join them peacefully, you go sit out in the living room and look out at the city. After some time, Doyoung joins you, wrapping you in his arms, his heartbeat stable against your back.

“Are you overthinking? Or can you just not sleep?” He asks after a few minutes.

“A little bit of both I think,” you admit. “I always get insomnia while I’m pregnant, but I am thinking too, about what we talked about earlier. About being afraid of losing this one too.”

Doyoung lowers his head to your shoulder, leaving a kiss there. “I think you’re in the clear. Didn’t you say you’re basically in the second trimester? I remember when you were pregnant with Mei, I read something that said that your odds of miscarriage decrease a lot by the second trimester.”

He’s right, but it’s still a worry you have. You’re getting older, as much as you hate to admit it, but you’re still mostly healthy, so there’s not really too much of a reason to think your pregnancy is a risky one. But nevertheless, you worry.

A few more minutes pass before you get the nerve to finally ask something that’s been settled in the back of your mind since you read the positive on the test. Something, that if you’re honest, has been lingering back there for even longer than that.

“Doyoung, can I ask you something?” He hums in acknowledgement, so you continue, “Do you still want a baby with me? Like, one of your own?”

The gentle swaying he’s been doing with you suddenly rocks to a stop. “Hm?”

You extract yourself from his arms, turning to face him because this should probably be something you discuss face-to-face. “After I have this baby, Jaehyun’s baby, you’re the only one who doesn’t have a biological child with me. Do you want that? Because we can try too. Like Jae and I did.” You take his hand, clasping it within both of yours and lifting it over your heart. “Because if you want one, after this would be the time to go for it.”

Doyoung looks into your eyes for a long moment. You notice the nervous bob of his throat, the rapid pulse of his heartbeat in the hand you hold. He’s thinking, you can see the thoughts whirring behind his eyes as he considers this. 

And then, slowly, he shakes his head. 

“No, it’s not, like, a dealbreaker for me,” he says after a long time, “I’m happy. With you. With the kids we already have, and with this one we have on the way.” He swallows, takes a deep breath, and continues, “And looking at you, I believe that you want this one to be the last one. Four kids is a lot. Five… that’s really a lot. If it happens again for us in the future, then that would be a blessing, of course, just like all of them have been. But if you want to be finished having babies after this one, then it’s entirely up to you. I have my kids right here, even if they don’t share any of my DNA, though sometimes, honestly, I do wonder if we’ve been wrong all along and Mei’s mine. Sometimes the way she acts, her mannerisms, it’s like I’m looking in a mirror at a girl version of me.”

That brings a smile to your face, and you lean up to kiss Doyoung. He rests a hand on your waist.

“Why don’t we plan for this baby to be our last one? If that’s what you want,” Doyoung suggests, stroking his thumb in soothing circles against your waist. 

You nod, feeling such relief to hear him say these things.

“Let’s go to bed.” Doyoung slides his hand into yours, and you head back to bed, fitting in with the others, with Minjun who at some point in your absence came in to snuggle up between Jaehyun and Mark. And Doyoung holds your hand until after you’ve fallen asleep. 

This pregnancy runs largely without complications. Just a few minor things here or there, symptoms that crop up that you didn’t have with Mei or the twins. Nothing new in the achiness and soreness, cravings, a rise in your sex drive.

Your partners are only too pleased to help with massages and belly rubs, getting you off your feet and onto your back for a while, relieving your sexual desires.

By this point they’re all familiar with your pregnant body, what feels good and what feels great to you during sex while you’re pregnant. 

Yuta knows that you like it best when he fucks you from behind while you kneel, his arms wrapped around you to support your belly, his lips at your neck and shoulder. 

Mark is familiar with you riding him, chest-to-chest in the earlier months of your pregnancy when your belly’s not yet large enough to make it uncomfortable. His favorite part is when you grow out of the nipple sensitivity some time in the second trimester, so he’s free to pour attention on your tits while you ride him. 

Doyoung is forever gentle with you while you’re pregnant. He was like that throughout your pregnancy with the twins, and now in this third pregnancy, he treats you still like someone fragile. Soft touches, gentle kisses, embracing the missionary position and going slow, drawing out sex which irritates the others, especially because Doyoung is very in-tune with your restless sleeping, so when you wake in the night, feeling too warm and also horny, he’s usually awake too, and ready to satisfy you. The sound of both of you moaning, and the occasional flail of limbs during ecstatic orgasms is what wakes the other three and often sends them grumbling to sleep in the spare room, on the sofa, in the extra bed in Minjun’s room, or possibly joining in.

Every time that you and Jaehyun have sex, he looks at you like you’re a goddess, finally blessing him with the gift he’s always wanted. And honestly, it gives you a little bit of a complex. His sole objective is to make you feel good first, and then he’ll give in to your insistence that he should cum too. 

And on the few rare occasions that you have the four of them together while you’re pregnant, it takes a lot out of you. You’ve gotten older, had three babies already, so honestly your body can’t take quite the same level of fucking as you used to when you were dating the whole fourteen of them, which was truly ridiculous back then as well. But there are some times when you’re just so horny, and you want to blame it on all of the pregnancy hormones, but you also can’t deny that living with your four very sexy partners doesn’t help matters.

“You don’t have to be so gentle with me all the time, Doyoung,” you whisper to him with your lips against his. “I miss you being a little rough with me. Taking what you want.”

Yuta’s standing in the bathroom while you’re straddling Doyoung’s lap in bed, and you can just hear in Yuta’s silence the smart comment he’s dying to give Doyoung. It’s early, Mark and Jaehyun have just left to take the twins and Mei to school. None of them have any schedules for several hours, so you’ve planted yourself right here on Doyoung with one intention.

“Fuck me,” you beg, bouncing a little on his lap. All you’re wearing is a flimsy little nightie, and you watch his face as Doyoung’s eyes fall to your tits, all the bounciness of them threatening to spill over the top of the nightie. His cock is already half-hard against your thigh from the way you’d woken him just ten minutes before by stroking your hand along his thigh.

Doyoung puts his hands on your waist, starts to try to move you onto your back, but you sit firmly there on his lap. 

“I want to be on top. It feels better.”

Yuta snorts a laugh in the bathroom, brushing his teeth while not looking at either of you. Doyoung frowns over in his direction, and you place a hand to his cheek, bringing his gaze sweeping back around to you. Doyoung falls easily forward into your kiss, quickly enchanted into pushing your nightie down to your hips, moaning in delight when his hand slips beneath it and he realizes you weren’t wearing panties. 

You don’t even let Doyoung stop what he’s doing so he can rid himself of the pants he slept in. You just rest a hand against the bulge of his cock in the loose pants, and you find the blessed invention that is an easy-access opening. When you bring his cock out, stroking him as you moan into the kiss, Doyoung moans too.

When you shift forward, rolling your hips so he can feel the wet heat of your pussy gliding against his tip, Doyoung’s head thumps back against the headboard. “Mm, babe, I love you.”

“You’re not even inside her yet,” Yuta teases, finally stepping out of the bathroom. He seats himself on the edge of the bed to observe. “Princess, I don’t think our dear Doie is gonna last long.”

“Then you can finish me off,” you tell Yuta. 

Doyoung frowns. “No. I’m going to make you cum, baby. I can last.” His hands land on your hips, and he guides you forward, settling your slick pussy to slide right down on him. You sigh in relieved satisfaction, tangling your arms around his shoulders, twisting your fingers into his hair, and bringing his mouth back to yours.

For a few moments you forget about Yuta, just lost in Doyoung and his hands on your body, his cock inside you, the swelling heat of pleasure zipping through your belly, and the subtle movements of your baby in your belly. By this point Doyoung’s given into lust, hands gripping your ass to guide you in riding him, his hands sweeping around to caress your belly and your tits. 

When he leans forward, cupping one of your tits, and flicks his tongue over your nipple, you think it’s almost game over for you. And then you hear Yuta’s moan and muffled “fuck,” and you look over to see him ditching his underwear to come across the bed.

“Mind if I squeeze in?” He asks, brushing a kiss along the back of your neck. 

At this point in your pregnancy, a little over six months along, you’re in a significantly horny stage, so you’ve been having sex with your partners on the regular. Just the day before, you’d cornered Jaehyun in the shower after dinner, and he’d worshipped your body until the water ran cold. The body worship in question had consisted of him fingering your ass and then fucking you against the shower wall with his hand pressed over your mouth to keep your moans from echoing too loudly.

And because of that fun time with Jaehyun just the night before, you were pretty sure that it wouldn’t take much from Yuta to get your ass to where it needed to be for him to enjoy. 

“Hyung?” Doyoung asks, planting his hands on your hips, keeping you fully seated on his cock. “You want in too?”

“In my ass,” you insist. “I want to be so full, Yuta, please.”

The last time you were shared like this was before any of you knew that you were pregnant with this baby. Sure you’d blown one of them while another fucked you since then, but having two of your partners fucking you, that had been months. You missed the feeling.

You busy yourself with kissing Doyoung, him playing with your clit as Yuta slicks his fingers with your wetness to stretch you open for him. 

You’re brought to your first orgasm like that: Yuta fingering your ass, Doyoung playing with your clit.

“Are you good?” Yuta asks, patting your butt. “Ready for me now?”

“Yeah, go on.” You brace a hand on Doyoung’s shoulder, and he turns his head to the side to gently kiss your forearm. 

Yuta enters you slowly, taking his time to make sure that you’re comfortable.

“Good?” Doyoung asks, kissing you and tucking your hair back away from your face. “Does it feel good to have us both in you?”

You nod, and that’s all it takes to have them both moving in you, having your body constantly stimulated, encompassed in pleasure. Yuta wraps his arms around you, touching your belly and your tits, and then he lifts a hand and you watch him tweak one of Doyoung’s nipples. 

Doyoung bucks his hips up and whines, trying to swat away Yuta’s fingers from Doyoung’s bright red nipple. “Hyung!” He whines. 

You know none of them are averse to a little touching each other during sex, not averse to a little kissing either, so they’ve learned each other's weaknesses, their sensitive spots to really get them going. You can feel Yuta grinning as he kisses your neck, one hand busy rolling one of your nipples between his fingers, the other hand stroking Doyoung’s sensitive chest.

“Come on, Doie, want you to make our wife cum, and you know nothing gets her closer than having us cum in her.”

He’s not wrong about that. Some things never change.

Doyoung’s hands on your hips tug you closer, pushing himself in deeper, your weight shifting, and all at once you feel it hit you.

“Oh God,” you groan, laying a hand on your belly, the other bracing on Doyoung’s shoulder. 

Doyoung meets your gaze, and when he bites his lip, you know that he just wants to feel you cumming around him. 

All it takes is one good punch forward of Yuta’s hips, his cock hitting deep inside your ass, pushing you just right onto Doyoung’s cock, and the floodgates open, pouring sweet waves of pleasure through you.

You gasp and moan, relaxing into both of your partners, losing your mind due to the intensity of the orgasm. You’re squirting before you realize it, not that either of them seem to mind. Doyoung rubs a hand over your belly, and Yuta keeps fucking into your ass, making the jet intensify with each thrust.

Doyoung cums before you’re finished, his head rolling back to expose his throat. Yuta’s hand, still stroking Doyoung’s chest, moves up, fingers brushing Doyoung’s throat, making his eyes flutter as he pulses inside you. Seeing him like that, and with the way Yuta is still carrying on with his deep, rhythmic thrusts, pushes you straight from your first orgasm into a second.

“There you go,” Yuta moans. “Fuck, feel so good when you squeeze around me like that.”

He pulls out, and you lift onto your hands and knees, getting more comfortable just for Yuta to push back in, the angle easier now for both of you. Doyoung’s cock is still half-hard as it lands against his soaked pants and the hem of his shirt, and he reaches down to touch himself a bit more.

Yuta tugs lightly on your hair as he fucks you to chase his orgasm, your moans, and Doyoung’s oversensitive whines carrying him there quickly. Yuta pulls out as he cums, shooting his load over your ass and lower back. 

Right as he flops over onto his side, looking up at you and Doyoung, you hear the beep of the apartment door opening. You hear Mark’s laughter, and Jaehyun’s voice. You don’t bother covering up, hiding that you’ve just had a fantastic threesome with two of your partners.

And when the bedroom door swings open, they stand framed there for a moment. 

“Without us?” Mark complains, his face looking crestfallen for a moment before he comes inside, features blooming into a grin. “God, baby, how’d the two of them make you such a mess already?”

“She squirted on Doyoung,” Yuta reports, smirking as he catches your eye. “So that’s half the reason she’s so dirty. And Doyoung came before she was even finished, and he’s still hard from it.”

Doyoung starts to protest, but there’s really no denying it when his lap is soaked and he’s stroking his cock.

“Mark, Jaehyunnie, I want you too.” You lift your ass, wiggling it invitingly. 

Mark’s the first to claim his spot. He slides onto the bed, pushing his jeans down, slipping his fingers inside you, thumb at your clit. His other hand goes to his cock, jerking himself to hardness. Your knees quake as Mark curls his fingers familiarly against your G spot, your legs slide out from under you a bit, and it’s only Jaehyun’s hands on your hips that keep you from landing right on your belly.

“Maybe you should lie on your side?” He suggests. “Less chances to fall over.”

You nod, settling on your side. Mark swears under his breath at the way that this changes how your pussy feels around his fingers. Your head rests on Yuta’s thigh, your face just about level with Doyoung’s hand stroking himself. 

When Mark pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his much more fulfilling cock, you gasp and moan his name, reaching for him to lace your fingers together. 

Mark’s got a good pace, snapping his hips forward, hitting just right inside you with every time. But it’s not quite enough, you want more, and Doyoung’s right there in front of you. He makes a noise of surprise when you wrap your hand around him, and he scoots closer when you lift yourself on an elbow so you can easily blow him.

And having that–Mark filling your pussy good and Doyoung stuffing your mouth–is just about exactly what you need. The only thing that makes it better is when Yuta strokes your hair, keeping it out of your eyes, and when Jaehyun reaches around you and slips his hand between your thighs to circle your clit.

Mark sets off the chain of orgasms, cumming in you which triggers your orgasm, and your moans and gagging around Doyoung set him off into his second orgasm of the morning. Jaehyun slips into Mark’s place, using his tongue at first, then his fingers, and when he at last pushes into you, you cum immediately. 

Jaehyun’s tender yet selfish, focusing more on his own orgasm but in a way that doesn’t jostle you too much, doesn’t overstimulate your already very stimulated core. He cages you in his arms, and you capture his face in your hands, dragging him into a kiss that he complains tastes of Doyoung’s cum. 

By the time he cums, the other three have left the bed, disappearing into the bathroom to wash up. Jaehyun doesn’t move, holding you in his arms, catching his breath. 

“The baby’s kicking.” You can feel the little pushes and rolls over the life inside you. It’s been active especially since your first orgasm, but after that last one, the baby feels like it’s turning pirouettes in there or something. Jaehyun just smiles and lays a hand over your belly, pulling out then.

You turn onto your back, lifting yourself up some to rest against the pillows leaning against the headboard. Jaehyun fits himself at your side. 

You’ve just cum something like four or five times, but even still, your pussy throbs for more, so you slip your fingers down between your legs. Jaehyun’s hand lays over yours, and he twists your fingers together, drawing them up to rest on your thigh.

“Maybe take a break for a bit?” Jaehyun suggests, kissing your belly, laying his hand over the little nudge of your baby. “It’s early, and you don’t want to overexert yourself.” 

“‘M not overexerting,” you mumble, laying your hand over his. You can hear the other three in the shower, and part of you thinks you should get up and go to them; the rest of you wants nothing more than to stay here with Jaehyun, enjoying the movements of your baby inside you. 

So that’s what you do, leaning back among the pillows, listening to Jaehyun speak softly to your belly. 

It’s mid-November when Jung Mirae joins your family.

Jaehyun is right by your side from the moment you realize you’re in labor, all through the process of labor and delivery, just as he has been for the other three. But this time is different, because he knows with every bit of certainty that the little girl you name Mirae is half-him and half-you.

Jaehyun doesn’t even attempt to hide his tears of elation when he holds his biological daughter in his arms for the first time, when she clasps her tiny hand around his finger, when he notices that she has dimples just like him. 

“Maybe we should still get her a paternity test?” Yuta suggests to you in a pseudo-conspiratorial whisper, smiling the whole time and looking over at Jaehyun who’s holding Mirae in his hands like a miracle made real. Jaehyun’s so enchanted by her that he doesn’t even acknowledge Yuta’s jab. Yuta just sinks into the bed with you, stretching his arm behind your head as a pillow.

“Mama! I wanted a brother!” Minjun complains as soon as Mark leads him and the other two into the room at the hospital. “Can we trade her?”

You smile, and Mark bursts out in laughter, lifting Minjun up to be able to see his little sister. Doyoung hoists Miseon up onto his hip so she can look at the new little baby. Jaehyun shushes them, telling them that they need to be quiet because she’s sleeping. Mei leans against Jaehyun’s shoulder, reaching out to slip her finger into Mirae’s tiny palm. 

After a while, Jaehyun passes her into Mark’s arms, at which point Miseon kind of loses interest.

Miseon comes over to your hospital bed, and Yuta lifts her up to crawl into his lap, where she whispers to him, “Papa, the baby can sleep in my bed when we go home. I’ll sleep in bed with you, Mama, Dodi, Appa Mark and Appa Jae.”

“Do you want that, Princess?” Yuta flicks the end of Miseon’s little ponytail. “Maybe Mirae will sleep in the room with Mama for a while first. And she might cry a lot in the night, are you sure you want to sleep in there?”

“Why will she cry?” Miseon looks over at where Minjun and Mei are seated on either side of Mark who’s giving Mirae the same wide-eyed look of awe that he always gets when looking at newborns. “Is she sad?”

You put a hand on Miseon’s back. “She’s not sad. She’ll be hungry or uncomfortable or she’ll have made a mess in her diaper. Mirae still has a lot of growing to do before she’ll be able to talk, so until then she’ll probably cry a lot. She’ll need a lot of help.”

“Mama will need help too,” Yuta tells her. “Do you think you’ll be able to help Mama with Mirae, Miseon?”

She nods a lot, looking forward to the prospect of getting to spend lots of time with her new baby sister. 

You can tell that all three of your kids are excited about having Mirae here. Your partners are even more excited. Jaehyun hasn’t let her out of his sight since the nurses placed her on your chest just after the birth, and he now hovers protectively over her as Doyoung insists that Mei be allowed to hold her baby sister for the first time.

Mark leaves Mei and the twins sitting on the tiny sofa in the room; Mei is poised to hold Mirae while Minjun and Miseon mirror her pose, also ready to hold Mirae (which Jaehyun is nervous and hesitant about letting happen), and all three look up at their Dodi and Appa, patiently waiting for their sister to be delivered into someone’s arms.

Mei thinks herself an expert big sister now, fully aware of how to hold a baby after holding the twins four years ago as newborns, so Jaehyun surrenders his stance and he carefully places Mirae into Mei’s arms with some careful instruction.

As you’re reclined in the hospital bed, with Mark squeezed into the bed on your other side, busy tracing that familiar red line around your finger, and Yuta quietly offering you familiar comfort with his presence, you look over at Jaehyun and Doyoung happily taking photos of Mei holding Mirae in her arms, Minjun and Miseon excitedly gazing at their new baby sister’s face. And you can’t think of anything happier than having your family together and happy and so full of love as you are in that moment, like the last piece of the puzzle is finally in place.

Let Me <- Previous || The End!

a/n: this was really supposed to be shorter than this, but I’m convinced that I don’t know how to write things in shorter formats, especially when I’m trying to write an epilogue for a series, that’s really basically just another chapter to the series tbh, so trying to wrap it up and include a decent smutty scene in there really takes up a lot of words apparently lol 

anyway, here it is!! the moment so many people have been waiting for throughout this series! daddy Jaehyun at last! I felt kinda bad about Doyoung not getting a biological child, and tbh considered writing in a line of him being like *shrug* just get me a puppy or something, but that seemed a little... out of character, I guess. 

I hope you enjoyed this, and I want to say that this is it, the absolute end of this series, but I honestly can’t make any promises, I feel like I’m constantly coming back and adding on to this series, like it was supposed to end like two years ago with All You Need, and then I proceeded to write 2 (or 3?) drabbles and 9 more parts (including this) so yeah.

You rubbed the products into your skin and hair and covered every inch of your skin with it. there was something so intimate and personal about using a mans products in the showers that made you feel like a goddess. Or maybe it was just the smells that were getting to your head.

When you cut the shower off you could hear the sound of a tv coming from the room and nothing else. You chuckled thinking about the amount of possessive testosterones coming off of Suho and Chanyeol just quietly sitting there in awkward silence. You imagined them sitting them sitting as far away from one another as possible on the bed with their arms crossed as they stared straight ahead, not daring to look at one another.

You laughed and then silenced yourself with a hand over your mouth. If they heard you laughing in here by yourself they’d probably think that you were a psychopath. You quickly brushed your hair and threw on some clothes that Chanyeol had laid out for you and then exited the bathroom.

The moment that you had laid eyes on the men you relaxed a little. The scene that you had expected to witness of awkwardness wasn’t what you saw at all. Chanyeol was laying down towards the foot of the bed as he watched tv, and Suho was leaned up against the headboard with his arms crossed, fast asleep.

You were about to speak up and say something to Chanyeol but he quickly put a finger up to his mouth trying his best to hush you. He looked over at Suho to see if he had woken up and then back at you and gestured with his hand for you to follow him.  He had a softly as possible tried to get up from the bed without shaking or waking up Suho and then opened up his closet door and sat down inside.

You looked at him curiously, but followed him in without another moment of hesitation. You had half expected for his closet to be messy and full, but Chanyeol really only had a few articles of clothing that were neatly hung at the back of the closet, giving the two of you lots of space to sit down.

“what are we doing in here?” you asked him with a curious smile

“I don’t want to wake up Suho, so for now we can talk in here” he said with a soft tone

You nodded your head in understanding but stopped when you realized that Chanyeol was looking at you with pink cheeks and a small smile “what? What’s wrong?” you asked him confused

“you just-“ he started and then looked away for a moment before turning back to look at you “you look cute in my clothes. they’re really big on you”

You looked down at the sweats and the t-shirt with confusion. “so it’s true what they say about women wearing men’s clothes?” you asked him

He cocked his head to the side “I don’t know what you mean”

You nodded your head “they say that men really like it when women wear their clothes, because it makes them look cute and sexy” you clarified

“oh” he said with wide eyes “I guess… I mean you’re the only girl I’ve ever seen in my clothes so…”

“so you’ve never had a girlfriend?” you asked him with shock. Surely Chanyeol had dated before! He was so handsome and deep. You knew that women had to be interested in him

Chanyeol shook his head no and your eyes instinctively widened.

“why not?” you asked him and he huffed “don’t do that, you’re such a catch! I’m sure that there are girls who like you!” you exclaimed

“it’s kind of hard to date with this lifestyle…” he finally answered but it was softer than normal. “I mean sure we have the time that we could make it work, but we would never be able to really tell them what we do. Or really go out with them in fear that they could be used in someone’s plan for retaliation. Plus, the phone calls, text, leaving suddenly without explanation…” he continued looking down at the floor

Your eyes followed his down to the floor where he was playing with the hem of his sweats. You had never really thought about that and you felt bad for bringing it up, because clearly it was something that he had a hard time with. This lifestyle was much more lonely than what you had though.

“and what about the other members?” you asked him

He scoffed and then looked up at you with a small smile “sure, they fuck around, but they don’t have girlfriends. Or at least they would never call them that”

“oh” you said with wide eyes trying to imagine anyone of the boys being that way

“what about you though? Have you ever had a boyfriend?” he asked you, and now it was your turn to get shy

“I’ve dated a few men, but none of them were ever serious” you answered honestly “I think my longest relationship, if you would even call it that, was four months”

Chanyeol nodded his head with wider eyes “and what is your ideal type?”

You gave him a sideways smile and a look that said, ‘are you really trying to go there right now?’ “uhm….” You thought about it and your smile dropped “I don’t think that I really have a type” you answered. And it was true. Everyone that you had dated was different. Their style, background, lifestyle, jobs. “I guess the thing that I fall for is if someone can made me feel safe and make me smile. Other than that, I don’t think the rest matters”

Chanyeol nodded his head and smiled “that’s fair”

There was a moment of silence and the two of you just sat comfortably until a thought had come across your mind

“hey, can I ask you a question about” you turned your head and pointed to the bed where Suho was sleeping

Chanyeol’s eyebrows pursed together and he looked you up and down “yeah, what’s wrong?” he asked you concerned

“are….” you didn’t know how to word it without it sounding too rude “is Suho really that scary that everyone in the house fears him?” you asked

Chanyeol took a moment to think about your question and he almost broke into a smile before he stopped himself and straightened his face back out.

“does he seem scary to you?” he asked you

You contemplated his question for a moment “yes and no. I’m not really all that scared of him, but sometimes the other members really seem frightened by him”

“Suho is like a big brother to us… if not more.” he answered with a smile “we love him, can do or say whatever we want around him, but at the end of the day he is our boss and higher up than we are. so, we do have to sometimes put ourselves back in place to set boundaries”

“and what about Minseok?” you asked quietly

Chanyeol’s face suddenly became more serious “well…” he looked off to the side and then back down “he’s gone through a lot in his lifetime…. He’s always had things pretty bad, and they didn’t ever really stop.” He answered and you focused your gaze on him as you processed what he was saying “he’s really rough around the edges, because he was forced to be that way… it’s not that he’s necessarily mean, or aggressive. It’s just that he does and says the things that he does as a way to sort of set boundaries and protect himself”

You were about to ask another question when you heard the bed shifting, and steps coming closer to where the two of you sat. you leaned forward and tried to look and see Suho as he approached the two of you, but he never appeared. You frowned and leaned out of the closet to see the door to Chanyeol’s room open.

“did he leave?” you said thinking out loud

You stood up and held a hand out to Chanyeol to help him stand up.  He eyed your hand and then took it with an eye roll

“if you think you can pull me up, then try” he said jokingly, thinking that you would let go

But to his surprise you actually pulled on his hand hard enough to yank him off the ground higher than he expected. You got him to stand a little but because of his surprise his knees buckled, and he fell into you. You tried your best to catch him and stay standing but his height had the advantage and he knocked the both of you over onto the floor, with a loud thud.

You scrunched your eyes as you mentally prepared for the impact your head would have on the ground, but your head never hit the floor, instead they landed on Chanyeol’s hands as he cradled them, protecting you from getting hurt.

You opened your eyes to Chanyeol hovering over you, looking concerned that he had hurt you. You looked down at your body, noting that Chanyeol. Fell to his knees and was leaning over you in between your thighs. You gulped and then slowly looked back up to his eyes

“sorry” he said with a breathy voice “I didn’t think that you would actually make me stand”

You gave him a small smile and relaxed against his hands that cradled you. “its okay” you put your hands on his cheek and squeezed them making his lips pout “thank you for saving me from busting my head open”

He was about to say something, but you pulled his face down to yours and gave him a small kiss on the lips. He panicked and pulled away with an open mouth and wide eyes as he looked down at you, shocked that you had just kissed him. You laughed at his expression but were soon silenced as the look of shock in his eyes were glazed over with a look of lust.

Chanyeol looked down at your lips and then back up to your eyes before he kissed you back. However, this time it wasn’t as innocent as your kiss was. Chanyeol seemed desperate for more, as he let his body rest over yours and deepened the kiss. His hands gathered up the hair on the sides of your head and he held you in place as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You fought for dominance in the kiss as you both bit, and licked each other, swept up in the moment, completely unaware of the audience that you had. the two of you practically flew away from one another at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You looked up at Suho, who had a cocked eyebrow as he stared at the two of you. You looked over at Chanyeol out of curiosity and noticed the way that his lips looked swollen and red from your kiss and you bet anything that your lips looked the same.

“sorry to disappoint, but I only went to get a glass of water” he said with a flat tone, as he kicked the door closed and locked it “but please…” he gestured to the two of you “don’t stop on my account” he said with a sly devilish smile.

His fingers moved under your shirt, the pads of his fingertips tracing patterns along the spot just below your belly button. He gripped your waist and pulled you closer to him, as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Yanno,” Bucky said, the scruff along his jawline scratching your cheek as he spoke. “Thor and I had no intention of seeking out a… shared girlfriend.”

“Oh? So, you mean to tell me that the topic never came up?”

“I swear, it never did. When you walked in the door that day to see the apartment, we both felt this… attraction. We couldn’t ignore it. When we both wanted to… pursue you, we decided maybe the both of us could.”

“And what if I would’ve said no?”

“Obviously, it was your choice. It was always about you and how you felt, about making you feel comfortable. This is your home just as much as ours but, if you said no, we would have, of course, respected that.”

“But, what if I only decided to date one of you?”

“It was never a competition. We would’ve respected your decision regardless. Thor’s ego most likely would have been bruised, but it’s not about us. It never was. If you didn’t want either of us, we would’ve gotten over it.”

“I mean, Thor is… beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But Bucky, so are you,” you said softly, taking your fingers and carding them through his long, wavy hair. It was so thick in your fingers, and so soft; like the finest woven silk. He smiled at your words, crinkles begging to be touched appearing by his eyes.

“Thanks doll,” he replied sweetly, taking your hand from his hair and kissing each finger delicately. “If we’re being completely honest, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met, but I want to know what’s in here.”

Bucky took his index finger and placed it over your where your heart lay inside your chest. It was beating so wildly, you were sure he could feel its pulse through the pad of his finger. Your bodies were so close, your legs intertwined and twisted together like a soft pretzel. The warmth of his body surrounded you like a warm blanket.

“Is it okay if I… kiss you?” you asked, and watched as his sapphire eyes sparkled when they locked with yours.

Bucky didn’t even answer your question. He leaned in and his lips met your own, and your heart soared dizzily. At first it was a gentle kiss, as if he was afraid of breaking you, but once you began to respond, once your body wriggled next to him, Bucky kissed you with so much passion you saw stars. 

His hands moved to cup your face, his fingers resting right below your ear, on the crook of your jaw. His tongue expertly danced with your own, suckling on your bottom lip like a piece of hard candy. Bucky’s mouth tasted so good, like peppermint toothpaste with a hint of the vanilla bean coffee he’d drank that morning. He pulled away from you suddenly, and rested his forehead against your own.

“You smell amazing,” he whispered, his mouth moving to kiss a trail from your chin, down your jaw, to your collarbone. “Intoxicating. I’m sure you taste even better…”

“Bucky…” you said breathlessly, unable to form any other coherent sentences. Hearing his name come out of your mouth made him chuckle against your skin. Goosebumps appeared on your arms that were now wrapped around his neck.

“I have to wait though,” he sighed, pulling away from you slightly, but not fully. “Thor and I promised each other that we’d have you together first.”

“But it’s up to me…”

“Yes, of course it is. Everything is up to you. We both want to make you feel as loved as possible, together. Especially for the first time. Then, whenever you decide, you can have us both at separate times if you’d like. If not, everything that we do can be together.”

“I feel like this is more my relationship than our relationship. I want us all to communicate together. I want everyone to be heard, not just me.”

Bucky smiled, let out a small laugh, and shook his head.

“You are an enigma. Do you know how many other women would go running out of this apartment at the mention of something like this? It’s too complicated there’s… too many rules.”

“Rules?”

“Well, Thor has rules of his own but… I’m sure you’ll see later, won’t you? He’ll explain for himself. That’s not my place.”

Your body shifted at the mention of Thor having rules. He did seem like the dominant type, whereas Bucky was definitely more the silent, sensitive, and soft type. It seemed like you were getting the best of both worlds in this situation.

“Come--” Bucky said, breaking you from your thoughts again. He took your hand in his, placed a soft kiss at the back of it, and helped you up from the bed. “I’m sure you’re starving. I’ll make you lunch.”

He led you to the kitchen, and you watched as he tottled around, making you both a grilled cheese sandwich. You had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky. Were you living a dream? Would you wake up at any moment and all of this be gone?

You and Bucky spent the next hour or so just talking. He wanted to know everything about you, and you, in turn, asked him the same questions. You found out that he and Thor were fashion designers, partners, who worked from a large office space just down the street.

“We’d love to have you walk for us one day,” he said, sliding your grilled cheese towards you on the plate, as he sat down next to you. “Seeing you in one of our pieces would probably make Thor implode.”

You moaned with delight as you bit into the almost too good sandwich, then proceeded to almost choke at Bucky’s words. He softly laughed, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. It seemed to be something he’d grown accustomed to doing, especially when you amused him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, biting into his own grilled cheese.

“Um, me… walking in a fashion show.”

“Wait… why?”

His face looked genuinely concerned, as if you were talking nonsense, speaking a foreign language.

“Bucky, have you seen me?”

“Uh, yeah. I have, Thor has. And trust me, we love what we see. You’d be perfect for our new line. I’ll talk to Thor tonight, and we’ll be sure to take you there tomorrow to try some stuff on and show you where we work. Is that okay with you?”

“I--uh… sure.”

“Please, trust me. I promise it’ll be great.”

“What will be great?” a booming, gravely, disgustingly attractive voice spoke from behind you both. You turned quickly, almost putting a crick in your neck.

“Taking our beautiful girl here to the studio tomorrow,” Bucky replied, kissing your cheek. Thor put his briefcase and blazer on the counter and walked over to you, his eyes only set on you. He clapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Is that so?” he quipped, taking your face in his large hands. Thor brushed his thumb across your cheek, and every nerve in your body was on fire. “What do you think of that, dove?”

“I-I’d like to check it out,” you stuttered, your face growing hot as his clear aqua eyes pierced into you. “Not making any promises though.”

“And why not?” he asked, as Bucky got up from the island and began to clear your plates.

“She feels like she won’t look good in our clothes,” Bucky chimed in.

“I beg to differ,” Thor replied, taking your hand in his ridiculously large one and giving it a squeeze. “In fact, I started to design another piece today with your… delectable body shape in mind.”

As he said this, he released your hand and traced his fingers along your rib cage, ever so delicately. Your body actually twitched at the contact and he immediately noticed, causing a mischievous smile to spread across his face. You were speechless.

“I do believe it’s our time to be alone,” Thor said softly, taking your hand and guiding you off of the stool. Bucky dried his hands on the dish towel laid out on the counter, walked over to you and kissed your lips softly, before placing his hand on Thor’s shoulder and walking into the living room. You were alone with Thor now, and his presence was much more demanding than Bucky’s.

“I have to say,” you managed to blurt out. “You sure know how to intimidate a girl.”

“Oh?” he questioned, arching his brow. “I intimidate you?”

“Quite a bit.”

“Come,” he said, his tone soft but with meaning. His fingers laced with yours, and your hand felt positively minuscule wrapped in his own. “We’ll talk alone.”

Thor guided you down the hallway but didn’t stop at his bedroom. Instead, he lead you to the bathroom.

“We’re not going to cuddle?” you asked, trying your hardest to hide the disappointment in your voice. Thor smiled again, and your heart melted.

“There is all the time in the world for cuddling, sweet dove. Will you sit in the hot tub with me instead? I could use the relaxation after a long day at work.”

You nodded, biting your lip as you watched him start to undress. Your entire body was absolutely in flames. He was cut and chiseled in all the best places. Veins popped from his muscular arms, the muscles in his shoulders working under his skin as he took off his shirt. Your jaw dropped as he unzipped his pants slowly, making eye contact with you, the only sound audible in the room was his descending zipper. Swallowing hard, you looked away.

“Do I embarrass you?” he asked, furrowing his brow, as he stood in front of you in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

“N-no, I just… I…”

He took your hand and brought you close to him, until you were chest to chest.

“Do I make you… uncomfortable?”

“In the best ways possible,” you managed to say. His soft smile turned you into a puddle on the floor.

“I believe you’re a tad… over dressed for the jacuzzi. Do you mind if I help you?”

You shook your head that you, of course, didn’t mind, and watched as his long, skillful fingers took the hem of your shirt and peeled it over your head. You helped and shimmied out of your shorts, and you stood in front of him in your bra and panties. You felt exposed, but you felt confident, as you watched Thor lick his lips at the sight of you.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, wrapping his fingers along your hips, feeling your skin. “Just perfect.”

Thor turned on the jets of the hot tub and poured some oils into the water. The room filled with steam and the scent of lavender. Your mind immediately relaxed as you stepped into the tub. You started out in your own seat, but he quickly took hold of your forearm and pulled you to sit in his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your legs around his middle, you laid your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. The jets rushed the water around you both in swirls, and you had never been more at peace in your entire life.

“This is nice,” you muttered into his skin, inhaling the scent of him. He hands moved up and down your back, and you felt your eyes begin to flutter closed. Shaking the sleep from your brain, you pulled back to look at Thor’s face. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Why would you say such a thing?”

“This is all too perfect. I’m just… so grateful.”

“No, my love. It is us who are grateful for you. You chose to accept Bucky and I both into your life. We are yours.”

You let out a deep sigh, before laying your head back down on his shoulder. It was silent, as you listening to the sound of the jets.

“What is troubling you?”

“I’m not… troubled. It’s just something Bucky said to me earlier.”

“Oh?”

“He said you have… rules.”

Thor chuckled, and you felt the vibration from his vocal cords course through your body. It was a beautiful sound.

“Sexual rules, yes. But they are to be explained at another time.”

He said it with such finality, that you didn’t want to press it any further.

“Don’t worry,” he continued. “You will find out when the time is right. No reason to rush things.”

He wrapped his strong arms around you, and you nuzzled your nose into his neck. You felt so safe here, so content, that you didn’t remember falling asleep against his chest.

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Liking him didn’t take away from the feelings you had spent so long trying to bury. You were still in love with Danneel and spending time with her every day again, made that painfully obvious to you. Living under the same roof as her and her fiance being very happy and very in love was hard at times. Luckily they weren’t the type of people that were all over each other right in front of you but Danneel was loud. She always had been and by the sounds of it Jensen was very good at keeping her satisfied.

You walked up the stairs after spending all day at your new studio. You were determined to make something good out of the mess that was your life, so you had started writing new songs again. Pouring your heart and soul out on paper, into the lyrics and melodies was exhausting and you couldn’t wait to get home to rest. The only problem was that it seemed no matter when you returned home on the days Jensen wasn’t in Canada shooting his tv show, those noises were coming from behind their bedroom door.

Today you had made it passed the door safely and you thought you’d be fine. Right up until a scream of Jensen’s name erupted from the master bathroom and your heart sank. The tears  pressed against your eyes and you picked up speed. You threw yourself head first down onto the bed, crying your eyes out. Why couldn’t you just be like everyone else, who weren’t head over heels in love with their best friend? A best friend who was getting married to a guy that was impossible to hate nonetheless. A guy that made your best friends screams and moans echo through the the house you loved making it seem like a prison. The real prison however was your own mind.

Those sounds were driving you mad. Somedays you wanted to cry yourself to sleep when you head them and others you caught yourself almost touching yourself to her screams and his groans. Aside from those and how bad your heart stinged whenever her look of complete devotion was granted Jensen and not you, living with them was fun. You could tell they had been friends before they became anything else. There was a playfulness and a deep bond between them, that were a joy to watch, even if you were in love with one of them.

Jensen was as big a dork as Danneel, if not worse. You felt relaxed in his company. It was easy to be yourself around them  both and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel as if you had to try to be someone you were not.

Jensen was always the first person up when he was home and not working in Vancouver. He always looked like he was sleepwalking. Barefoot, in a t-shirt and pajama pants, looking rather adorable with his hair sticking out everywhere as he waited for the coffee to run through the filter. All the previous mornings you had walked into the kitchen seeing him like that, you had managed to stifle your giggle but this morning it just slipped out.

“What?” Jensen raised an eyebrow at you, with an amused smirk on his face. He knew very well that was a good looking man and he was also aware of the fact that he was barely alive before his first cup of coffee. If he hadn’t before he had been made aware of both by his loving fiancee, that was for sure. “It’s not fair to mess with a man before he had his caffeine, you know?”

You tilted your head, grinning up at him as you sat down by the counter with your cereal bowl in your hands, “but it sooo much more fun than messing with him after.”

“Y/N is right,” Danneel laughed as she came down the step, looking as radiant as always. It wasn’t fair. How could someone be that beautiful when they just woke up. “You look like a cute sleepy hedgehog,” Danneel teased Jensen tugging his hair making him groan and pull a face at her.

“Hedgehog? Really DeeDee?”

You and Danneel both broke into laughter as the machine finished besides Jensen and any and all conversation was abandoned while he poured the hot coffee into his cup. “There are too many women in this house,” Jensen grumbled, pretending to be annoyed. You had quickly learned that was his natural state. Either he was laughing and joking or he was pretending to be grumpy. The ladder had scared you a bit at first until you had realized there was no malice behind it. He was never mad or annoyed, just playing around trying to make people laugh.

“You love it,” you sassed him back with a smirk and Danneel’s arm was instantly around your shoulder, as she agreed with you.

“He does.”      

You felt as if your skin was on fire by having her so close, but there was something else. The wink Jensen threw your way as he headed up the stairs with his coffee in hand. Did that really cause the butterflies in your stomach or was they due to Danneel’s body being pressed against yours along with the cheeky grin on her lips.  

“Earth to Y/N,” Danneel teasingly poked your side as she sat down next to you with her own bowl in her hands.

“What?” You looked up, more than a little embarrassed by the way you had been staring after her fiancee. You didn’t see him like that, or at least you didn’t think you did. Under any circumstance you didn’t want to give Danneel they wrong impression. If she had noticed she didn’t seem to mind or pay attention to it.

“I asked you if you wanna go to the Mumford concert with us tonight,” Danneel smiled at you and you instantly looked down into your bowl. You knew they were going with Jared and Gen. You really didn’t wanna be the fifth wheel, but you had to admit you could use a night out.

“Come on!” Danneel pleaded with you, “you love that band. You need a night out and maybe find someone to help you scratch an itch,” she said playfully, not knowing just how much those words stung as memories of her beneath you, above you, tangled with you rushed back to your mind.

“Dani…” you started to object when she raised an eyebrow at you, crossing her arms across her chest and stared you down.

“Y/N/N you are going and that’s that,” she said and you jaw dropped. It was rare she ordered you around like this and you were just about to scold her for it when Jensen’s voice sounded behind you as he returned from the shower.

“Where’s Y/N going?” he asked as he got a bowl from the cabin next to you.

“To the concert with us tonight,” Danneel smirked, more than pleased by Jensen’s timing it seemed and the smugness on her face didn’t lessen when Jensen wrapped his arm around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head.

“Of course she is. It’s gonna be fun sweetheart,” he smiled at you, giving you a small encouraging nod.

“Urgh fine,” you huffed, and Danneel instantly flew around the counter hugging you both, making you and Jensen erupt into laughter.

****

Danneel and Jensen had been right. Going out with The Padalecki’s and soon to be Ackles’ had been a blast. Jared was a gentle giant and a huge man child, who did his best to get a reaction out of Jensen every chance he got. Which never failed to work. Gen and Danneel shook their heads, smiling at their bickering while you did the best you could not to burst out laughing every time they started back up. The friendship was strong in this group and still the Padaleckis welcomed you with open arms. If you were a friend of Danneel’s then you were a friend of all. Everything had been going great and you had almost managed to forget all about Keith, about your not so dormant feelings for Danneel and the butterflies Jensen seemed to cause you. You felt like yourself again and the night had been more fun that you had ever dared to hope it would be.

You felt as if you had gained a family in this group. People that accepted you and loved you without question or hesitation. Happiness was bubbling inside of you as you danced, drank and laughed with your new friends and your old.  

Right up until you found yourself a little too tipsy, with your head spinning faster than the beat of the music in crowded club surrounded by strangers. Jared and Gen only had eyes for each other as they were quietly making out on the dancefloor and Jensen and Danneel were nowhere to be found.   

You wanted to go home but you also knew you couldn’t leave without telling Danneel. Just because it had been way too long since you had been out drinking, it didn’t mean they couldn’t stay and enjoy the rest of the show. Still, you knew that she would kill you if you left without at least telling her you were heading out.

It took some searching and some dodging guys who had had too much to drink, causing them to think every woman they laid eyes one would wanna get with them. Eventually you heard Danneel’s voice coming from a backroom and you headed towards it. You froze in the doorway, unable to move as you watched them.

Danneel’s back was pressed against the wall, her legs was wrapped around Jensen’s waist and her skirt was pushed up to her waist. Jensen’s pants were around his ankles and her hands hands were digging into his back. Her eyes were closed as she bit down on his shoulder, to keep from screaming as he pounded into her over and over.

You knew you should be leaving. You knew you should be jealous and you were, you supposed but you still couldn’t take your eyes off them. You were mesmerized by the sheer pleasure on her face, the groans and grunts that erupted from Jensen as he fucked his fiance into the wall.

“Jay, fuck yes Jay,” Danneel started chanting and you quickly stepped into the shadows. Watching them like this was beyond wrong. You should leave but you couldn’t. It took all your willpower to stay hidden and not walk up to them. You imagined how her hands would feel against your breast, how his plump lips would feel against neck. Your panties were quickly becoming soaked as Jensen increased his speed, clasping a hand down over her mouth as her entire body started shaking around him and Jensen’s movements became erratic before stilling inside her with a groan.

You felt the tears build behind your eyes as all the things you would never have with her hit you like a sledge hammer. You wanted to hate him, but you couldn’t. He had always been so kind to you and he made her happy. It wasn’t his fault that her being happy with someone else tore you to shreds.

Her giggles echoed in your ears, the softness with with she caressed his hair played over and over in your mind as you ran from the club and into the warm Austin night. You were a mess. They had been nothing but kind to you and this was how you repaid them. By spying on them. You couldn’t stay. Even if Danneel didn’t see it, you were the freak your family always thought you to be. You couldn’t be around her and not end up ruining everything good in her life. You didn’t deserve a friend like her or Jensen for that matter. You needed to get your own place and move on with your life before you destroyed theirs.

Old Flames, New Sparks