#solboo

BOOOOOOOOOM.

The explosion ripples through the house from the other room, rattling the shelves stocked high with jars and chemicals and equipment, but you hardly bat an eye. This is Hansol's fourth attempt this week at bringing his vision to life — quite literally — but given the successes (or lack thereof) of the prior three attempts you weren't expecting him to try again this soon.

"Honey?" you call loudly, eyes locked onto the experiment bubbling before you as you slowly add a toxic-looking substrate to the clear fluid in your large beaker, turning the liquid a thick, inky black. You hear footsteps, running heavily toward your laboratory. The door gives a series of bleeps and bloops as it scans Hansol's retina, sliding open with a woooosh as it grants him access. You turn over your shoulder to see your husband standing in the doorway, clad in his lab coat and covered head to toe in soot. The only clean part of him is the goggle-shaped portion of his face where his safety glasses previously sat, now pushed on onto his forehead underneath the frazzled mess of slightly-singed brown hair upon his head. An enormous, crazed grin is painted onto his face, his eyes bulging with excitement — making him look even more deranged.

"I've done it," he tells you, every tooth in his mouth on display as he beams at you with vigor.

"What?!"

You jump to your feet, accidentally spilling the rest of the substrate into the beaker. You sigh as it bursts into flames, reaching for the fire extinguisher you've learned to keep handy and calmly spraying it over the blaze. The fire goes out within a few seconds; you toss the metal canister to the floor and turn back to Hansol, who has bound across the room and is tugging at your hand. You scurry after him as he yanks you eagerly toward his own laboratory.

"What do you mean you've done it?" you inquire. "I thought you weren't trying again until you figured out the missing element?"

He punches in the code to his lab, turning to you with the same excited, crazed expression.

"That's just it: I found it."

The door opens with a hiss, revealing a very smoky room with lingering embers drifting lazily through the air. He waves the air clear ahead of you as you walk in, fanning the smoke out of your eyes as he squeezes your hand in his.

You approach the back wall of the lab, where the glow of a large stasis tank seeps through the curtain pulled over the tank's glass window. The large control panel before the tank is beeping and blaring and flashing in a way that should probably be cause for alarm, but Hansol doesn't seem to be concerned.

"All this time I was using calcium cyanide in the base formula when I should have been using potassium cyanide," he informs you, smacking himself in the forehead in disbelief. "What an amateur mistake!"

"Wait a minute," you ask hesitantly as it dawns on you. "You ran the full experiment?? Then that means…"

"Yes, my love," he answers, pulling you into his embrace. You stop him from kissing you by shoving a rag in his face, wiping the soot off his skin before he can get it all over you. Once clean, you can see his rosy skin, the apples of his cheeks protruding with the great big grin plastered on his face still. He kisses you, holding you tight against him, his hand wandering to your butt and squeezing it as he locks his lips with yours. Clearly, based on the raging boner in his pants and the way his hands wont stop wandering frantically all over your body with excitement the experiment had been a complete success, but your curiosity is getting the best of you.

"Show me, darling," you mutter into his mouth between kisses. He pulls his face back slightly as he breaks the kiss, remembering why he is here in the first place. He gives you a devilish grin as he reaches for the long curtain.

"Behold: the perfect specimen."

You gasp quietly as he yanks the curtain open. Suspended in the blue-tinted fluid of the tank is a man — fully nude, with tan skin and soft-but-chiseled muscles, with pale blonde hair and the most cherub-like cheeks you've ever seen but also an impossibly sharp jawline (and also quite well-endowed, you note). You stand there in awe, staring at the gorgeous man — a perfect specimen, indeed.

"Wow," you whisper. Hansol squeezes his arm around your waist, planting another large wet kiss upon your mouth.

"Isn't he beautiful?" he asks, beaming with pride.

"Positively stunning," you grin back at him.

The man's eyes are closed as he floats unconsciously in the tank, making him appear lost in a deep sleep.

"When are you going to wake him?" you inquire.

"The chamber is programmed to wake him slowly," Hansol explains. "If we bring him to consciousness too quickly he might lose his mind. He has to get used to being alive first. He should be fully awake within six to eight hours."

"Well," you say as you swiftly grab his protruding bulge, causing him to let out a sudden moan. "I know something we can do in the meantime."

He grins as you squeeze the mass beneath his pants. "I like the way you think, my love."

You gasp for air as you free Hansol's cock from the depths of your throat, a long thick strand of saliva dangling from your lips to his furiously-red tip.

"God damn baby," he groans, stroking the top of your head while gazing at you lovingly through glassy eyes. "So good to me." You spit onto the head and pump your hand up and down his length, coating his cock in your saliva as you jerk him off, staring back up at him with desperate eyes.

"But enough about me," he says after a moment, stopping you before he busts already. He pulls you to your feet and lays you down gently atop the bed, stripping the remainder of his clothes off to join you in nakedness. He climbs on top of you and kisses your forehead, his lips trailing down your cheeks, into the crook of your neck, over your collarbones and down your arms to your hands, back up your arms to your breasts, lingering at your nipples as he licks them tenderly; he continues down your stomach, planting kisses into the soft skin of your tummy and your hips, finally reaching your core. He spreads your legs open, your glistening wet pussy laying before him enticingly, but first he kisses you up and down your inner thighs.

"Babe, that tickles," you tell him through your giggling.

"Sorry, my love," he tells you, giving your inner thigh one more solid kiss before laying down, positioning his face directly in front of your cunt. "You're just so beautiful I can't help it."

He sinks his lips into your heat, lapping up the wetness of your folds with his tongue as he starts to eat you out. You squirm, but he wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you down as he relentless flicks his tongue into your hole. You groan as he drags it up to your clit, wetting the bud with your own slick as he swirls the tip of his tongue around it delicately.

"So pretty," he coos at you, continuing to dance the tip of his tongue over your clit. "I can't get enough of you."

With that, he dives into your cunt, latching onto the sensitive bud. It throbs against his tongue as he sucks on it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins with each pulse.

"Hansol," you moan, dragging your fingers through his hair and grasping at the dark strands as you hold his head in place, grinding on his face as the fire in your gut swells.

"Yes, my love?" he responds, the vibrations of his low voice rumbling against your clit as he mutters the words into your pussy, refusing to take his mouth off you for even one second.

"I wanna cum," you whine.

"Cum for me, baby."

He relentlessly sucks at your clit, his arms tightening their grasp around your thighs as you writhe beneath him. Your back arches, legs shaking as your orgasm overtakes you. You whimper out as Hansol laps you up like a parched, starving man.

"Oh my god," you cry out as you roll your hips against his face. Your trembling body begin to slow, sinking into the bed in pure bliss as Hansol places a few final kisses on your cunt.

"C'mere," you mumble between deep, heavy breaths, tugging at your husband. He obliges, crawling up beside you and wrapping his arms around your body, softly squeezing your breasts as you feel his painfully hard cock press against your ass. You rub up against him, the stimulation making precum drip from his tip onto your cheeks.

"Fuck me, please" you whisper, turning around to kiss him. His tongue plunges into your mouth, dancing against yours as he grabs his cock, lining the head up against your drenched entrance. He pushes it in, filling you up as he slowly thrusts his full length inside you.

"God," you whine. No matter how many times he's fucked you, his cock always feels incredible inside you.

His hand drifts to your neck, squeezing gently as he begins to fuck you, pressing his cock in as deep as it will go, then gradually pulling it out, his width dragging deliciously against your walls with each stroke. His grip around your throat tightens as he begins to pick up the pace, choking you as his cock pounds into your cunt. You cling to his forearm, tears welling in your eyes at the heavenly overstimulation, a second orgasm rapidly building — a few more strokes and you climax, body shaking against Hansol's chest as you ride out your high, splashes of your juices dripping all over his cock and thighs.

"That's it baby, take it all," he groans, fucking you hard through your high. Choked gagging sounds escape you as you cum on his cock; you gasp for air as Hansol eases his grip on your throat, head still in the clouds as your orgasm slowly fades. Hansol lets out a grunt as he pulls out, gripping himself at his base tightly so he doesn't cum all over the place just yet.

"Where do you want me to-" he asks, but you're already sliding off the bed onto your knees. He sits up as you kneel before him, jerking his dripping length in your hand as you stick your tongue out.

"Fuuuuck, that's so hot," he grumbles, eyes rolling back as he releases. Hot streaks of cum paint your tongue and lips, spilling down your chin and dribbling onto your breasts. You give his cock a few final strokes, the last of his cum spurting into your mouth. You swallow, licking your lips clean.

"Fuckkkkk," he moans, collapsing back onto the bed. You quickly get up, swinging your leg over his lap as you mount him. He twitches as you grab his cock again, leading it to your pussy yet again.

"I'm not done with you yet, love," you croon at him. He whimpers pathetically as you sit onto his length again, grasping as your hips to steady you on top of him. He smirks lazily, his eyes poring over you with pure lust, his lips parting as his mouth drops into a soft o shape.

"God, I love you…"

You wake the next morning to the sound of several beeping alarms.

Groggily sitting up in your bed, you reach over to Hansol and shake him gently.

"Hm?" he mumbles as he lifts his head off the pillow. He finally registers the alarms; he bolts upright, the sheet forming a tent at his crotch and giving away his very obvious case of morning wood. He flings the covers off and jumps out of bed, his erection prominent in his lack of clothes — and clearly not going down any time soon in his excited state.

"The stasis tank!" he exclaims, hastily dressing himself in a silky robe that does nothing to conceal his boner. He hops into his slippers and bolts out the bedroom door.

You too get out of bed, donning the nearest clothes you can find (Hansol's sweatpants and one of his button-downs), not bothering to locate your underwear. Entering your husband's laboratory you see him helping his little experiment out of the tank — the beautiful man is still nude, shivering a bit in the lab's chilly air.

"Oh honey, he's cold," you tell your husband, zipping over to the supply closet and pulling out one of the safety blankets. You bring it back to the test subject, wrapping it around his toned body as Hansol leads him to a chair.

As the man sits, he looks down at his hands, flipping them back and forth as he confusedly observes his own elegant fingers. You brush the strands of hair off of his forehead, letting you get a good look at the man's gorgeous face. He looks up at you, innocent and doe-eyed, a million and one questions running through his head in ways that he can't quite articulate yet.

"Where am I?" he asks you, his voice so soft and gentle it makes your heart swell.

"You're in our home, love," you coo at him. "I'm y/n and this is Hansol," you say, gesturing to your husband who has returned from fetching water. He hands you the glass; you take it, cupping the man's chin in your hand as you lift the cup to his lips, prompting him to drink. His round, dark-brown eyes gaze up at you as he swallows the cool water with eager gulps, locked onto yours with starry-eyed wonder. He drinks about half the glass; you pull it away from him so he doesn't drink it too fast, but he whimpers, staring at you desperately.

"More, please," he says to you, his voice small but velvety. You raise the cup back to his plush lips, feeding him the rest as he stares up at you.

"Good boy," you tell him softly he finishes. As you set the glass aside Hansol fluffs the man's damp hair, brushing the golden locks with his fingers. His fingertips trickle down the man's soft round cheeks, lightly holding his jawline as he observes his successful experiment.

"You did such an amazing job, my love," you coo at Hansol, wrapping your arms around his chest and leaning on him. He turns to give you a kiss, long and slow; when he looks back down at the man, he sees his ears are burning a fiery red.

"We should give him a physical inspection," you say to Hansol as you lightly pinch the man's pink flustered cheeks. "Make sure everything turned out as perfect as his face."

You help the man stand up, taking his blanket and setting it aside. The tanned muscles of his glowing skin carries a light sweaty sheen, making him nearly hot to the touch. You and Hansol gently poke and prod, observing his statuesque form.

"He truly is flawless," Hansol remarks as he holds the man's arm, running his free hand up and down it. The man's hardening cock rapidly springs up into a full-blown erection, twitching as you drag your fingertips down his torso.

"Baby, we have to name him," you remind your husband. He's currently behind the man, measuring his shoulders, his hands brushing against his bare back as he pulls the measuring tape across.

"How do you feel about 'Seungkwan'?" Hansol inquires, placing his hands softly upon the man's waist as he brings his lips in closer to his ear.

"I… I like it," the flustered man stammers, nodding in agreement.

"Excellent," your husband says with a pleased grin.

"You need to rest now, honey," you tell Seungkwan softly, grabbing his hand and taking it yours. "Come on, we'll show you to your room."

You and Hansol each take one of his arms, guiding him to the spare bedroom and tucking him into the rich satin sheets.

"Comfy?" you ask with a smile.

Seungkwan nods as he sinks into the lush pile of pillows. You lean in and give him a kiss on the cheek, making him glow bright red again; Hansol follows suit.

"Goodnight, baby."

"Oh my god that feels so fucking good."

Hansol's words are muffled as his face remains buried in your cunt. All that comes out of you are grotesque choking noises as your husband's cock slips even deeper into your throat. His grip on your ass cheeks tightens as he holds you against his face, eating you out like it's his last meal on this earth.

"Ohmygod," you say as you pull your mouth off him, gasping for air. His tongue rapidly flicks against your clit, making you whine and moan as your body squirms atop his. "FuckI'mcumming—"

You jerk his spit-coated cock in your hand as your orgasm hits you like a train.

"Fuck, baby…" you wail as you cum, grinding your clit against his tongue as a release of your juices splashes all over his face and into his mouth. This only eggs him on further, lapping up your wet mess with great enthusiasm. His long cock throbs in your hand as you continue to stroke him; you put just the head between your lips, sucking lightly as your orgasm begins to fade.

"You're so fucking hot," Hansol moans, licking a big stripe up your cunt as not to miss out on any of your deliciousness. You pop his tip out of your mouth, swinging your leg up and over his head, collapsing face-forward atop the mattress. Hansol crawls over to you, grabbing you by the hips and hoisting your ass upwards, sitting you on your knees. You lean yourself on your elbows as he drags his tip over your pussy a few times.

"God, what a great view," he says to you, suddenly smacking you on the ass. "Ready, baby?"

"Yeah," you answer, eagerly shaking your ass against his cock.

"Fuck," he groans. He grips his cock, pushing the head inside.

"Ohh," you hum as he enters you. "Is that all you got?" you taunt, trying to sit back onto the rest of his cock, but his grasp on the flesh at your hips is too strong.

"Nuh-uh, not yet my love," he grins. "I want you to beg for it."

"Like you can resist me," you retort cheekily. He responds by pulling his tip out of you, making you whine. He grasps hold of your hair, yanking you up toward him.

"I said beg for it," his voice rumbles in your ear.

"Alright then," you smirk. "Fuck me."

"I need more than that, babe."

"Pretty please?" you pout at him. "With a cherry on top?"

"Tell me how much you want it," he grumbles as he starts kissing the back of your neck, sending an electric spark down your spine.

"I don't want it," you reply, giving him an attitude. "I need it."

"That's better," he smiles, nipping at your earlobe. "Keep going. Tell me what you need."

"I need your big cock in me. Need you to fuck me hard," you tell him seductively, reaching back to grab his cock, slowly circling your hand around his spit-coated tip. A low groan escapes his throat. "Need you to fill me up with all your cum, then keep fucking it into me."

"Now that's more like it."

Hansol suddenly shoves you back down onto the bed, slapping your ass again. He takes his dick and slips it right inside you, making your whole body shudder with pleasure.

"This what you want?" he questions, thrusting into you with rough, hard strokes.

"Yes," you cry as he fucks you. "Fuck it feels so good, don't stop…"

He leans over, angling himself so he can thrust even deeper inside you.

"I wouldn't dream of it, love," he whispers in your ear.

Hansol fucks you until your legs are trembling beneath him, both of your endless moans resonating through the room as you pleasure each other with reckless abandon.

You're both on the edge of cumming when Hansol stops, sinking his dick deep inside you as your heaving breaths fill the air.

"Fuck—" he mutters as he lets out a long exhale, letting his head hang against your shoulder. "Oh my god…"

"I think," you start, letting yourself breathe for a moment. "I think it's my turn."

You slip yourself off his length, turning around and pushing him down onto the bed. He lands on his back with a soft thump, a wide grin overtaking his face as you mount him. You're about to sit on it when something pale catches your eye. Looking up, you see Seungkwan standing in your doorway. He stands with perfect posture, fully nude, staring at you and your husband with his cock erect and hard as a rock.

"Honey," you say to Hansol, nudging your chin toward the bedroom door. "We have a visitor." He looks over to see his perfect little experiment, smiling as he licks his lips.

You hop off the bed and flutter over to Seungkwan, taking his hand and leading him back to the king-size bed. Hansol scoots over; you sit Seungkwan down in the middle, propping him up on the pillows before you lay by his other side. You both gently run your hands over his body — Hansol rests his palm on Seungkwan's chest, leaning in to kiss his glowing pink cheek; your hand drifts to Seungkwan's thigh, squeezing at the muscular flesh. Seungkwan lets out a moan, precum dripping onto his stomach from his painfully hard cock.

"Is this what you want, baby?" you ask him, kissing him along his jawline. "You like this?"

"Y-yes," he answers, his sultry voice wavering in his flustered state.

"Do you want more?" you ask, tracing your fingertips up his thigh to his hipbones. He nods fervently as Hansol kisses his neck.

"Use your words, love," you encourage him softly.

"Please touch me," he begs, his voice low and gravelly. "I want you — I want both of you."

"Anything for you, baby," you tell him with a lustful smile. Your fingers dance their way to his cock, tracing along his length with one finger. It twitches needily, small whimpers escaping his lips as he squirms slightly. You then wrap your hand around his girth — his back arches at your touch.

"Ohhh," he moans as you begin to stroke him. Hansol's hand reaches for Seungkwan's sharp jaw, tilting his face toward him as he leans in for a kiss. He kisses him long and slow, muffled moans echoing into Hansol's mouth as you steadily jerk Seungkwan's stiff cock. Seungkwan's hands wander, one grasping at your breast, the other reaching for Hansol's cock. His long fingers wrap around it, feeling the wet droplets accumulating at its tip with his thumb. Hansol's tongue slips into Seungkwan's mouth, kissing him with aching need — the fervor immediately reciprocated. Seungkwan plays with your nipple, pinching it and rolling it between his fingers, his other hand stroking Hansol's cock — and exerting herculean strength as not to cum already.

Seungkwan lets out a gentle gasp as Hansol's lips finally release his. Hansol gazes at you, and you know exactly what he's thinking. He rises from the bed; you crawl over on top of Seungkwan, scooting down and situating yourself on your knees between his legs as they spread open for you. Hansol takes his position behind you, slipping his length into your drenched, ready cunt. You grab Seungkwan's cock, taking the head in between your lips as you suck lightly on it. He looks down at you, his doe eyes widening at the debaucherous sight before him.

You slide Seungkwan's cock into your throat, gagging on his length and moaning as Hansol fucks you with deep strokes. Seungkwan's eyes roll back into his head, his hands grasping at the bedsheets as your throat squeezes around him and nearly sends him into orbit. You pull him out with a gasp for air, licking your way down to his balls and taking them in your mouth, moaning on them as your husband's long cock presses deliciously against your g-spot. You jerk Seungkwan slowly, swirling your closed palm around the angry-red head, making him squirm as he groans loudly and uninhibitedly.

"Oh my god, it feels so good," he whines, thrusting his wet cock in your hand. Your tongue dances against his balls, sucking at them as you stroke faster.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—"

With that, he jerks his hips into the air, ropes of cum falling onto his chest and stomach and dripping down the back of your hand. He cries out, quivering as he releases, whining and moaning pathetically as his orgasm overtakes him. Hansol's pace increases, his face turning red as he fucks into you eagerly, thoroughly enjoying the scene before him. As Seungkwan's body starts to slow you move your mouth up to his tip, running your tongue over it and lapping up the dribbles of cum running down his length.

"Ohhh wow," he groans, his head flopping back onto the pillows.

"Was that good, my love?" you ask, kissing up and down his length gently.

"Yeah," he sighs. Hansol pulls out of you, returning to the bed to lay next to Seungkwan. You crawl up, cleaning Seungkwan's cum off of him, slow licks across his tummy as your tongue collects every last droplet, swallowing it all up.

"Ohh, I like that," he mumbles, petting your head softly. Once his torso is clean, your lips find his, giving him a long, drawn-out, passionate kiss. He savors the taste of himself on your tongue, his large hands grasping at your back as he holds you against him. Hansol slowly strokes himself as you grind your dripping pussy on Seungkwan's spent cock — your hands are all over each other, quickly making him grow hard again. He ruts against you, whining into your mouth, desperate to be inside you.

"I think he wants to fuck you, my love," Hansol says to you with a lazy smirk.

Seungkwan nods, his head bobbing urgently as his round eyes look back and forth between you and Hansol, unsure who he wants to fuck more. But your pussy is right there, hot and drenched and ready for him to slip right inside — it's practically taunting him. He rolls you over, laying on top of you as he grabs his cock, holding it against your entrance.

"Can I…" he asks breathily.

"Yes, please," you mewl at him. His cock enters you, its thickness making your eyes roll back instantly. Hansol scoots over to behind your head — kneeling atop the mattress, his cock hovers in front of Seungkwan's face, making him nearly drool. He opens his mouth, gazing up at Hansol with a desperate hunger in his eyes; Hansol drags the head over Seungkwan's lips, its salty taste greeting his tongue as he sticks it out. Hansol teases for a few more moments, sliding his hand through his pretty blonde hair before grasping it, gently pushing his cock into Seungkwan's mouth. Seungkwan thrusts into you, fucking your pussy as he hollows his cheeks, sucking on Hansol's length. His groans are muffled, but abundant — increasing in volume as he rapidly grows closer and closer to cumming.

"Cum in me, baby," you plead, clinging to Seungkwan. He surrenders, letting his orgasm overtake him, his cum shooting hot into your cunt as your walls squeeze it out of him so perfectly. His body shakes, slowing as the final spurts of his release spill inside you. Hansol pulls Seungkwan's mouth off his cock, going to sit atop the bed, reclining into the pillows.

"Come here, my darlings," he beckons. Seungkwan's head is still in the clouds, but slowly he pulls his cock from you, his cum dripping from your cunt. You both make your way toward Hansol, each taking a side and leaning in to his cock, dragging your tongues up and down the veiny shaft.

"Fuck yes," Hansol moans, petting each of your heads lovingly. You take his cock in your mouth, sucking at the head while Seungkwan jerks the rest of his length.

"Oh my god, that's incredible," Hansol exhales as his head falls back against the headboard. Soon you feel him twitching between your lips, his second orgasm shooting into your mouth with strong bursts. He moans as you suck on him, swallowing all of it up, before releasing your mouth with a pop. He tugs at you and Seungkwan; you both crawl up, taking your place at each of his sides as you cling to him warmly.

"I think it's safe to say," you start, pausing to kiss your husband on the mouth. As your mouths part, you give him a soft, proud smile. "The experiment was a perfect success."

You both turn to Seungkwan, his soft, round face gazing up at you with pure adoration. He blushes, giving you a sheepish grin.

"He certainly is," Hansol beams.

Like right now — Seungkwan had dragged both you and Hansol to a college party, eager to catch up with friends and have a good time. Hansol didn’t mind, and neither did you. Neither of you are the social butterflies in this relationship, but Seungkwan gets lonely sometimes.

Your guard goes up the moment a drunk girl starts swaying her hips in front of Seungkwan. At first, it’s harmless — little touches, breathy giggles at everything he says. Seungkwan’s funny, sure, but he’s not that funny. You try to focus on Hansol instead, who’s currently making a passionate case for why Shrek 2 is superior to the first movie. Still, your eyes keep drifting back to Seungkwan — and that stupid, stupid girl.

Hansol notices, of course. He always does. He catches the way you drag out your words when replying to him — your tell when you’re distracted. He follows your gaze, sees where it keeps landing. He knows you’re jealous, even if you’ll never admit it.

So, quietly, he takes your hand and starts leading you toward Seungkwan.

You’re not the confrontational type— never have been. Under pressure, you stutter, overthink, and end up stressing yourself out. So as Hansol pulls you through the crowd, your mind races. What the hell are you even going to say? To her? To him?

But Seungkwan sees you before you can spiral any further. His laughter dies mid-sentence, eyes narrowing past the drunk girl to find you. It doesn’t take long for him to understand— your expression, your body language— it’s all there. You’re uncomfortable.

He gives Hansol a small nod. A signal. And Hansol nods back, already turning toward the exit with your hand still in his. You barely register it, too lost in your thoughts to notice their silent exchange.

“W-We’re going home?” you manage.

“We’re going home,” Hansol says, calm as ever.

“Huh? But we didn’t even tell Seungkwan—”

“It’s fine,” he cuts in softly. “He knows.”

Behind you, Seungkwan mumbles a quick apology to his friends, throwing in some excuse as he shrugs off the girl’s grip on his arm. She pouts in protest, but he doesn’t spare her a glance. His focus is already on you.

Outside, Hansol leads you to the car. He climbs in first but doesn’t let go of your hand— his grip steady, grounding. He waits, thumb brushing over your knuckles, until Seungkwan joins you.

Inside the car, the air feels heavier than before— not suffocating, but thick with things unsaid. You sit between them, their warmth hemming you in from both sides.

Hansol’s thumb traces lazy circles over your hand, still steady, still grounding. The quiet hum of the engine fills the silence. You steal a glance at him, then at Seungkwan, who’s turned in his seat to face you fully.

His expression softens. “You okay?” he asks, voice low.

You nod, though your chest feels tight. “Yeah. I just… didn’t like how she was touching you.”

Seungkwan smiles faintly, almost apologetic. “I didn't like it either.” His gaze flicks to your joined hands, then to Hansol. “Thanks for getting her out.”

Hansol shrugs, meeting his eyes through the rearview mirror. “Didn’t have to say anything. You already knew.”

The drive back home was quiet and peaceful albeit a little bumpy. And most of all warm.

-

As you reach your shared apartment, Seungkwan turns to face you and immediately pulls you into a tight hug. His head nestles into the crook of your neck, his face pressing gently against your skin as he takes a deep breath. Seungkwan may claim to love parties, but they can still drain him sometimes.

And his favorite way to recharge is by spending time with his lovers. One of his hands loosens from the embrace and gestures for Vernon to join. Soon, you feel a familiar warmth as he slips into the hug, wrapping around you both. The three of you stand there in the foyer, holding each other close, soaking in the quiet comfort.

“M’sorry. I should’ve gone straight to you after that girl came over,” Seungkwan mumbles into your shoulder—barely audible, but of course, you catch it anyway.

You smile, reassured knowing he still thinks of you. Behind you, Hansol hums softly, and you feel the low vibration of it against your back. None of you move for a long moment, just breathing together—content, grounded, and whole.

Breaking the soft moment, Hansol’s hands travel slowly to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Seungkwan smiles knowingly, as he follows suit in sandwich-ing you in between the both of them. Hansol leans into the crook of your neck, pressing soft and wet kisses, slowly and intentionally.

His slow pace makes every touch from him linger onto your skin, always leaving you wanting more. Seungkwan watches how you shiver at Vernon’s actions.. He can’t help but stare at his two lovers.

He watches how you whine when Vernon bites your neck and quickly licks to soothe the pain. You try to grind yourself into Vernon while crying out his name. His hands clammy and his cock stirring in his pants, wanting to be a part of the action. Seungkwan can’t help but smash his lips into yours, hard and desperate. You feel his bulge against your stomach, moaning loud at the sensation.

“H-Hansolie,” Seungkwan whines.

Vernon stops for a moment, guiding the both of you to your shared bedroom. He quickly undresses and latches back onto you. His fingers fumbling around, trying to get your shorts off. Luckily, Seungkwan notices and helps him out. Once they’re out of the way, his warm hand cups your heat, earning a loud whine from you.

“No panties, baby?” Seungkwan smirks, “Maybe you didn’t want to go to the party after all, just wanted to spend some time with us,” He teases.

You whine, your hands reaching up, trying to cover up your face.

“Uh-uh, don’t cover your pretty face, baby,” Vernon’s deep voice echoed, “Gotta’ see your cute little expressions,"

The back and forth teasing between the two of them makes you dizzy with need. Seungkwan pulls your two hands above your head, giving you a look, ensuring you don’t move them. You feel your legs being pulled apart by none other than Hansol, his head already between your thighs.

“N-nonie-“ You try to whine, your breath already taken away by his mouth on your clit. Each swirl and lick of Vernon’s tongue makes you jolt and press more into his mouth and he gladly accepts it. Even lets you grind against his tongue, pleasuring yourself. You can feel the bed shake slightly, noticing Vernon rubbing himself against the sheets, busy getting lost in the pleasure the taste of your pussy gives him.

While Vernon’s mouth is busy giving you heaven, Seungkwan’s thumb brushes your bottom lip, dragging it down just to part your mouth. He straddles your body, his red, hard cock wet with precum sits right at your cheek.

You can’t help but drag your tongue to your cheek, trying to get a taste. Seungkwan drags it right into your mouth. You moaned loudly, quickly muffled by your very filled mouth. You lick and suck where you could, still whimpering from feeling Vernon’s tongue in your pussy. Pleasure consuming your sanity. Your eyes roll back, when you feel his tip reach the back of your throat.

Seungkwan groans, feeling the heat of your throat, the clenching. He grabs your hair out of instinct. The smell of sex in the air is suffocating but amazing. Vernon’s head lifts up to see the beautiful sight in front of him. He leans into Seungkwan’s shoulder, leaving wet kisses.

Hansol’s hands don’t stop though, he still gives you attention. His fingers push into your tight heat, coating them in your wetness. His nimble fingers pull in and out, as his thumb rubs your clit. He feels you're getting closer and closer to your climax. Your pussy clenches his fingers in.

“S-so so spoiled, baby,” Hansol notes, “You already have Seungkwan’s cock and your pussy won’t even let go of my fingers,” He teases, as he pinches your clit, earning a loud whine from you.

You can barely see his face behind Seungkwan’s shoulder, but you feel his long fingers in your aching heat. His words leave you clenching for more. Your mouth continues to suck eagerly, tongue flattening against the underside of Seungkwan’s length.

“Look at her, Vernon-ah,” Seungkwan pants, his hands gripping your hair, pulling you away from his cock. Lips red, drool dripping from both sides of your mouth and your tongue rolling out your mouth. Vernon groans when he sees the sight of you.

He adds a third finger into you, earning a loud moan from you. His fingers start shoving into your wetness, faster and faster. Your body squirms and shivers at the feeling.

“S-so worried about some girl but look at you now, baby, your body knows that you’re ours,” Vernon spits out.

Seungkwan hands busy themselves, jerking himself right in front of you. His cock red and twitching, he knows he’s close. He turns his body facing Hansol. Hansol smirks and pulls him into a wet and hot kiss. You can see Hansol’s other hand reach over to palm and jerk Seungkwan’s cock.

Seungkwan whimpers, almost losing control. Seungkwan pants into the kiss and his body squirming. His hands reach Hansol's still clothed crotch. His hands make quick work pulling it out, jerking the tip. Hansol groans, his voice low. They lose themselves in each other as much as they lose themselves in you.

Seungkwan leans into Hansol, crashing their lips together. The drool from his mouth connected to Hansol. It’s lewd and sensual. Hansol’s drawn out approach does not match with Seungkwan’s hasty nature, but they figure it out. Their lips meet in fervent kisses.

You can see their tongues meeting and lips clashing, sharing a messy messy kiss. You can’t help it, the sight is just too good for you. You back arches, grinding into Vernon’s fingers. Seungkwan sees you from the corner of his eyes. You feel that tight knot in your stomach about to burst. Your whimpers grow louder

The knot explodes, your body goes limp. Hansol groans, cumming onto Seungkwan’s hand. Seungkwan followed, cumming on his stomach. You’re still panting. Vernon reaches over to the bedside table taking the big bottle of water, drinking a little before passing around. Seungkwan, who knows you're too tired to hold anything, motions you to open your mouth.

He pours it into your mouth slowly. A bit of water is slipping from the sides of your mouth. He almost moans at your expression. They crash on the bed, pulling you into a cuddle pile.

“We should shower,” Vernon says matter-of-factly. You and Seungkwan hum in agreement, but none of you move. The warmth between the three of you lingers, quiet and comforting, keeping you pressed together longer than planned.

Vernon sighs, gives in, and pulls you both closer. “Alright… a little longer,” he says. Seungkwan nods against your shoulder, relaxed and content. For now, staying here like this feels better than anything waiting outside the moment.