Choices : Aqua Line

Choices : Aqua Line

⇢ Synopsis: A night with your three best friends takes an unexpected turn when you admit you’ve been trying to decide which member of Pentagon’s ‘Aquarius Line’ you like most.

⇢ Warnings: Foursome, rough switch Kino, Simp Wooseok, exasperated Dom Yuto, oral (m/f receiving), Wooseok has a case of big cock syndrome, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink, ‘Pip Squeak’ pet name, spanking, choking, etc… ⇢ Pairing: Wooseok & Kino & Yuto (Pentagon’s Aqua line) x reader ⇢ Genre: smut.  ⇢ Word count: 9.5k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, Long time Pining brought to the surface with a ripping of an emotional bandaid, polyamory, non-idol au. 

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“What are you thinking about?” Yuto asks, taking a seat. You make room for him by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing your friend to slip under them. His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Wooseok has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it in a bet with Yeo One on whether or not their two friends were hooking up with the same girl at the same time.  

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Yeo One hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Wooseok has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years it’s been worn down by countless people. 

“This couch.” You breathe, leaning your head to the side, against the cushion. 

“How high are you?” Yuto laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous Japanese boy, who had rolled into your life around the same time Wooseok and Kino had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had been put together in a group project, only to find out that all three of them had been born within the same ten days. The ‘Aquarius Line’ had bonded immediately, and the three were easy going enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for Yuto, turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since. 

“For real.” Yuto says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring clad hair through his tousled half mullet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid.” You sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you that grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills.” Wooseok sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during the big man’s process of forcing himself between you and Yuto.

Wooseok has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Kino.” You smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Wooseok shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Hui.” 

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Wooseok and he reluctantly accepts it. “Hui drinks the strongest drinks of any of us.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow.” Yuto chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip. 

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Kino?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while.” Wooseok says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Yuto asks.

“Maybe-” Wooseok cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be.” Yuto responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them. 

“Stop being so grumpy.” Wooseok shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see. 

“I’m not.” You insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Kino and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture.” You sigh. “I mean- what’s the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak.” Yuto chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny lil nugget next to your three massive besties, the youngest of whom towers over everyone you meet with his monstrous height of six foot three. 

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet.” Wooseok rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Wooseok!” You and Yuto both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Wooseok’s lap while Yuto shoves him, and the massive man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile. 

“Why are we fighting Wooseok?” Comes an excited voice, and Kino tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“He’s being a bad boy.” You respond, fingers finding Kino’s freshly dyed, soft pink hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Wooseok insists. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Yuto chuckles.

“I’m missing something-” Kino says from your lap, looking up at you with massive eyes, “tell me?” 

“All I said was that Y/N doesn’t need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit.” Wooseok states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Kino teases, looking at his friend with a half shocked expression and widened eyes.

“Well-” Wooseok visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I’d missed a massive milestone in your guys’ friendship.” Kino says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again, turning onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy.” Wooseok fires back immediately, and his ears turn bright red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you.” Yuto says smoothly.

Wooseok holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Yuto stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now.” He reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Wooseok groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

Born within a ten day span, these three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Yuto expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Wooseok playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me.” Kino says wistfully from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Yuto sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Kino.” Yuto scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Kino laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Yuto by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” You sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your three constant companions, who erupt into chaos. 

“You love us.” Yuto insists while Kino defends his behaviour, and Wooseok pretends to look scandalized at the notion of him being a ‘man slut’. 

The bickering subsides when Hui’s voice bellows “Wooseok!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Yanan, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Hui finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home. 

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Hui turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here.” Wooseok says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at ‘Aqua House’, as Wooseok had dubbed it when they moved it. In fact, last year, you’d spent all of Birthday Week (10 days) here- your ‘mere presence being the gift we want most’…. or so they’d insisted. 

“As always,” Hui sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three monstrous best friends, who tower over you, “be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Wooseok to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Yuto to hug you a little too hard one day- 

“No promises.” Wooseok grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful. 

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they demand too much and you need an escape.” Hui warns you, earning some irritated sounds from the men behind you, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours.” Kino insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Wooseok. 

Hui rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her.” Yuto promises.

You’re truly trapped now. 

The moment the door is closed behind Hui, sealing you in with your best friends, Kino and Wooseok jump into action. The larger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Kino mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen. 

Yuto tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving. 

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movies.” Wooseok states.

“Drinks first.” Kino insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Yuto’s fingers press gently into your skin, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steady at your back. 

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities, why do you always have to be the Wooseok and Kino tie breaker? 

“I don’t care.”

“Movies.” Wooseok states again, pulling on your arm.

Kino tugs your other side, “Drinks first.” 

Yuto sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Wooseok, you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay?”

“No promises.” Kino grins, pulling you away from Wooseok successfully this time.

Yuto catches your eye and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Kino under control in the booze department. 

“You,” Kino grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And i’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you and you laugh.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I’m the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win.” You roll your eyes.

Wooseok can’t cook (or do anything of the sorts) to save his life, and Yuto- well, Yuto has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race. 

You have to admit, Kino moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscle visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the smallest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women for that matter. 

You’re so busy watching Kino’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Hui had bought it for Yuto for secret Santa one year in an effort to get the young frat boy to cook more often- 

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Kino to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek. 

Kino’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow. 

As Kino sets the tray down, Wooseok stands and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Kino and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Kino recoils with disgust, shoving Wooseok- only to be attacked on the other side by Yuto, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Kino’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me Squeak!” 

“You wore the apron!” Wooseok laughs, and you know he jumps at any opportunity to terrorize his friend. 

“Just drink your drinks.” Kino groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Kino Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Hui, and you’re pretty sure Yeo One as well, so you wonder how many Kino Cat Lives are even left. 

“Remember when I sat next to you tonight?” Yuto says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Yuto lets you get seated next to him but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Kino and Wooseok who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Japan grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.”

“Yuto-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Yuto-” Your voice is something near a whimper, shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that has just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn.” He says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Wooseok and Kino- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty handed. Unable to choose. 

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Kino’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking.” Yuto shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking.” Wooseok states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight.” Yuto says. 

However, when Yuto says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly. 

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive. 

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit.” Kino agrees lightheartedly, leaning into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Wooseok sits up in his seat, his massive hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Yuto’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point.” Yuto says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

“Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore.” Kino interrupts you. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.” 

You stare at Kino with shock for a moment, and then you look at Yuto, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Yuto meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on.” He prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am.” You respond, turning sideways, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. Wooseok is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Kino is sitting perfectly still, something that is very out of the ordinary. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Yuto’s hand squeezes your thigh and it’s Wooseok who mumbles a whiney; “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Yuto’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Yuto grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Yuto groans, fingers digging into your waist, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Kino moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” You ask, looking past Kino’s shoulder at Wooseok, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out. 

“Then you like all three of us.” Yuto says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core, even with both your pants in the way. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” You breathe as Kino releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hook up culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it.” Yuto tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before. 

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” You question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it. 

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome.” Kino insists, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness in their iris’s: lust.

That’s never been there before… at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three.” You laugh, meeting Wooseok’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Woo?”

“I think-” He coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Yuto stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear. 

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Yuto’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven’t.” Yuto breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms. 

Kino and Wooseok are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences, from Wooseok’s more relaxed, grunge, all dark look, with his longish hair length, and massive, beautiful eyes- then there’s Kino, looking substantially smaller than his six foot three counterpart, and just as different in colour scheme, all pink hair and pops of colour in his outfit-

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” You ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Yuto steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Yuto retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything.” You frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Kino?” 

“Yes, Yuto?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Wooseok, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Yuto grins down at you and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it. 

“You’re not getting it-” You whine, removing the pillow after a moment. 

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Yuto reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist. 

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Kino snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet. 

“Our little kitten doesn’t get it.” Yuto tuts. “Wooseok, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the tallest, youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Kino’s right side, and he’s watching you with those big doe eyes of his. 

Wooseok rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff.” He says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” You ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak.” Kino says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Yuto explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two wont get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Kino has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently.

“Besides,” Yuto lets out a small chuckle, “Wooseok’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Kino or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Wooseok again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-” 

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Yuto finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don’t be worried about consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Hui finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes.” Yuto chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him ,and Yuto easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek bone lovingly. Yuto looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. 

You trust Yuto- and you trust Kino, and Wooseok. 

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Yuto’s neck, and press your lips to his for the very first time.

His hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Yuto grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Yuto with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is. 

Kino’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Yuto and back towards the new man behind you. Your pink haired friend grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact. 

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Kino’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. Kino’s teeth graze your jugular and Yuto breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin. 

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Yuto’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs. 

Then you remember the soft man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Wooseok-”

Yuto chuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yuto asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Wooseok’s name while Kino and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Yuto’s belt to drag him closer. 

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Kino hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing. 

You moan around Yuto’s fingers and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Kino, “Wooseok deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Kino’s lips brush by your ear when he asks; “and we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Yuto pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Yuto’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder. 

“Fine.” Yuto says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Wooseok first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let’s make him wait.” Kino pouts behind you, and a moment later he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Yuto laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Kino groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Kino asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Yuto stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Wooseok sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Yuto’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait.” He assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions.” Kino mutters behind you, making both you and Yuto laugh.

Kino must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea-” He groans, unable to finish his sentence. 

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Yuto had been eager but collected, Kino is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you- and then his hands disappear- only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Kino’s lips move to your neck and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins it’s descent.  His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Kino undoes the clasp, the largest set of hands yet finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Kino, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts. 

“Fuck-” Kino groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Kino to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours. 

Kino’s mouth continues its downward, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Kino looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Kino immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off. 

“You’re in for it now.” Yuto chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Japan, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair, and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face. 

You don’t have to ask what Yuto is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Kino loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs- he definitely delivers.

The pink haired man pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty covered core. He places an open mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Wooseok groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I’m not forcing you to stand there and watch.” Kino responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core, a shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair. 

“Kino-” You whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin. 

The bed dips next to you, and then a large hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you. 

Wooseok looks down at you, eyes full of wonder, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Wooseok to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple. 

Kino sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Wooseok’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Kino continues to lick and slurp at your entrance- a moment later two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

The pink haired man’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Wooseok’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Kino lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Wooseok’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open. 

He moves between your legs slowly, giving you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist. 

“Wooseok?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky.

You push at his shoulders, and Wooseok lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily. 

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you. 

You roll your hips, and you can feel Wooseok’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Wooseok’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt. 

“Off.” You mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Wooseok had had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Wooseok kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans. 

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Wooseok quickly, then beginning your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Wooseok looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip at the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Wooseok into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Wooseok while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Kino. 

“I know you said you wanted him first-” The mischievous man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Wooseok so your back is now to Kino’s chest. He runs his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in it’s wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Kino laughs. He lets you go, shoving your back roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Wooseok once more.

You feel Kino rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care, taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken much too long. 

One of Kino’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Wooseok, toes curling with anticipation.

Kino chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart.” Kino warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Wooseok, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Kino behind you and at full energy. 

Wooseok doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his large hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan. 

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Kino, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Kino being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Wooseok’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Kino fucking you silly with even more intensity. 

“She feels so good.” Kino groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in.” Yuto’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there-

Kino simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Kino grabs at your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly. 

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Kino’s condescending laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Kino’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere. 

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Kino is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Kino pushing you onto Wooseok’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you catch your breath. But when you shift, and feel Wooseok’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Wooseok. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Wooseok’s hands find your waist, a wide eyed look on his face. 

He’s big.

So, so big. 

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Kino - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for your six foot three bestie with hands larger than your entire head. 

You press your palms flat to Wooseok’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Wooseok’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for the large maknae below you, who man handles you despite your top position. 

You don’t care that Wooseok’s taken the power from you. Your mind going blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Yuto’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Wooseok moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him. 

“Now you kitten,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Wooseok for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Wooseok’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Wooseok’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Yuto is kneeling there in front of you. 

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Yuto, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Wooseok’s knees while you grind back against him in a mock reverse cowgirl position.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at him, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Yuto’s pants- only for Wooseok to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment. 

Yuto laughs above you. “Our little chew toy.” He says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I’d love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

Yuto even guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair, and you realize he’s going to facefuck you while Wooseok thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in. 

You give yourself up completely to Yuto and Wooseok, their little chew toy, and your whole being floods with pleasure from them using you. 

You hollow your cheeks around Yuto, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Wooseok groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I’ll do it again.” Yuto says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time. 

Wooseok moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that making you choke on Yuto’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip-

“Can you just cum already?!” Yuto says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Wooseok argues back.

“The fuck you aren’t!”

“I’m not.” Wooseok says, voice something near a growl.

Yuto groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn.” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Wooseok commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, but with another massive groan, Yuto follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Kino tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Wooseok’s- and Yuto explodes into his friend’s shirt with a manic laugh.

Wooseok groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Wooseok’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face in Wooseok’s neck, whimpering while Wooseok echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate. 

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Wooseok slows down to a stand still. 

Neither of you move for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Wooseok takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you. 

“I’m going to the shower.” He announces. 

Yuto groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Kino.

The pink haired man has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax.” Kino says, shifting closer, and he shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Wooseok in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water.” He tells you, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Kino. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, and he proceeds with more caution. 

“Kino?” 

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees. 

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Kino is laying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream.” You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Kino in this way without overthinking it.

Kino laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, i promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your ear lobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough like this?” You ask. “I knew you have a reputation in bed, but that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck. 

“Yeah-” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Kino smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain.” Kino says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Kino chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Kino’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I’m nothing if not a giver in bed.” 

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Kino lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” He asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Yuto’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment- 

“How was your shower?” Kino asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Kino’s blanket with you.

“Wooseok’s been in there the whole time. He just finished,” Yuto’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.” 

“I’ll come when Yuto’s done.” Kino tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a mischievous grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Yuto laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Yuto is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Wooseok, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own. 

Wooseok is so tall. When he towers over you, you notice his hair is still wet from the droplets that land on you.

You giggle, pressing up to Yuto in an effort to escape Wooseok from dripping onto you, and your best friend - like the dog he is - deliberately shakes his head out. 

Yuto shoves at Wooseok before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water. 

Neither of you say anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company. 

Kino keeps his promise and shows up when Yuto leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Kino hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn on many impromptu sleep overs here.

“My bed is biggest.” Kino says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men all have queen mattresses because they’d got them in some weird three for one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Kino-” You turn to argue but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh. 

It also earns a groan from Yuto’s room, and a moment later he appears, following the pink haired thief. 

Kino tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.  

Yuto claims your other side soon after, laying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Wooseok is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unexpecting, forms. 

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

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→ i love your writing style! my request would be something with (sub) taeyong where reader and him are exes who had to break up due to career reasons but years later they meet again and realize they're still in love and makeup? you can play with the concept as it suits you of course, thank you!

✄┈ warnings/tags: so sorry for the wait and also the shitty ending TT not edited

↬ word count: 4.8k

↬ published: 03.01.22

a young man stared at the flashing lights in front of him, professional eyes catching each lens as he fixed his pose every few seconds. "mr. lee, over here!" multiple varieties of the phrase seemed to be shouted at once, each photographer trying to catch the man's attention. "marvelous! you look wonderful, mr. lee." he endured these comments for a minute more, silently wondering when this nightmare would all be over.

he couldn’t even tell where he was looking, eyes blinded and ears deafened by the commands being thrown his way left and right. while this was all too familiar for him, he couldn’t help but feel ridiculed under the lights. it strangely brought him back to a moment he wanted to forget and remember all at the same time. he tolerated the environment for what seemed like an eternity longer before bowing his head, eyes squeezing shut in an embrace with darkness. his head stayed bowed less than five seconds before he turned, numb legs shuffling him away from being the center of attention. he felt like bile could rise from his throat at any moment, throat closing and eyes watering—he couldn’t breathe.

he kept low, finally letting his exterior crack in the slightest when he was shielded by the embrace of who he figured was his bodyguard. he didn’t know where he was being escorted to—all he cared for was his legs not letting out on him and the cameras not capturing the moment of this downfall.

fingertips steadily tapped along his arm as he was moved almost in a calming “i’m here” notion and the tempo served as a guide to his unbalanced breathing.

in through your nose.

out your mouth.

in.

out.

in…

it was when he was deafened by silence and blinded by darkness that he collapsed.

“i’m serious doyoung!” taeyong whisper yelled to his best friend.

“sure, whatever you say, taeyong. you’re not single and i can’t sing.”

“i’m telling the truth, we’ve been dating for a month.”

“as i said—”

all of a sudden the door to the classroom was forced open presenting a student frantically looking around. once their eyes met taeyong’s, an alarming smirk overtook their features, “lee taeyong, y/n is looking for you.”

a chorus of gasps sounded, the students whispering amongst themselves, “y/n from class 1a?!”

taeyong gained a bashful glow to his cheeks before he stuck his tongue out at his friend and left to where he was beckoned. he stepped foot outside his classroom door meeting y/n soon in the hallway. the students from taeyong’s class peeked their heads from any opening, curious as to what was going to happen.

y/n lowered his book, a kind smile gracing his features as he walked up to taeyong, “hi.”

“oh my gosh, he said hi to him!” someone fawned in the background, hushed yells being aimed at them for ‘blowing their cover,’ as if multiple heads peeking into a hallway wasn’t obvious to the eye.

“hello.”

sunlight ricocheted off the blinding white of snow. two boys sat upon the iced blanket, thick coats shielding their skin and fleece scarves flowing about in a weak attempt at protecting their winter-bitten noses. however, the boys seemed to pay no mind to the cold, bodies warmed by the emanation of romance.

y/n sniffled and looked over at taeyong, “what time should i have you home by?”

taeyong looked up at the sky, leaning back on his arms. the hard snow crunched under his movement, filling the silence. y/n waited for his answer, eyes set on the younger in a warm gaze, while taeyong just waved his head side to side before looking at y/n and smiling, “can you stay the night?”

a toothy grin plopped on y/n’s lips at the unexpected response, “you didn’t even answer my question.”

“you didn’t answer mine,” taeyong stuck his tongue out.

y/n raised his eyebrows as a ‘yes’ and taeyong giggled, starting to get up. “good because i have to be home in 10 minutes.”

“what?!”

y/n scrambled to get up with him, struggling because of the thick coat he had on. “why didn’t you say something?”

taeyong shrugged his shoulders, turning around to walk backward as y/n followed him, “i lost track of time.” y/n stared at him, dumbfounded; but the large smile and glittery eyes the younger held washed away all the panic and frustration he was starting to feel.

they arrived at taeyong’s house with only a half-minute to spare at the cost of tight lungs from their legs reaching speeds they thought impossible and the soreness of their hands and knees from slipping and falling on the ice, but it was worth-it when taeyong’s parents deemed y/n trustworthy enough to stay a night in their home—especially on a school night.

after stuffing their bellies full of the kimchi soup and rice taeyong’s mother so graciously served up, they were now settled in taeyong’s room with a certain privilege that made their teenage hearts alight with rebellious romance: they could keep the door closed.

taeyong would tease his older sister about being able to have the door closed when his boyfriend was over but even she didn’t know he was gay, so he’d have to keep the taunting to himself for now.

and after making sure no one was around his door, the fun could begin.

taeyong was sitting shyly next to y/n on his bed, looking around every corner of the room to try and keep his eyes off his boyfriend. boyfriend, the word made him feel giddy. this was his first relationship and what surprised him, even more, was that the school’s it-boy liked him back.

“so…” they both began, a blush settling on taeyong’s cheeks while y/n softly smiled, urging the other to go first.

taeyong cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair in nervousness. “uh, so… do you…” come on, come on, he begged himself not to screw this up, “d-do you…” he palmed his forehead in frustration at not being able to spit it out.

“i don’t know why i’m so embarrassed to ask,” he began to audibly mumble to himself, “you’re my boyfriend already, i mean how hard should it be to ask your boyfriend to kiss you? i know it’s our first kiss, but sti—”

a breathy laugh left y/n’s lips at the boy’s unintentional confession, placing his hands on taeyong’s cheeks before bringing their lips together, the younger letting out a gasp and eyelids fluttering close. y/n pulled back after a second, thumb swiping across his boyfriend’s cheek, “was that okay?” taeyong opened his eyelids, lips stuttering as he rapidly nodded his head. the hair on the back of his head shook with each nod, y/n noticing and bringing his palm to rest on the back of his head, a giddy smile on his face at how cute the boy was.

taeyong closed his eyes again and puckered his lips, y/n cheesing before bringing their lips together once more. taeyong let y/n take control of the kiss, his head being tilted by the hands on his cheeks, a soft hum leaving his lips as his tongue met y/n’s.

‘oh my gosh, is your first kiss supposed to be this good?’ taeyong thought to himself; all the first kiss stories he heard were horrible. well, doyoung’s was the only one he heard about… and his sister when she came home crying about how bad her first kiss was to her mother… but hearing about how first kisses are messy, teeth bump and you hit each other with your noses doesn’t exactly make your mind prepare for the best.

but this kiss, this kiss felt like even taeyong was experienced. why was y/n so good at guiding him so smoothly?

taeyong started to recline onto the mattress when his door opened. he and y/n pulled away with a quickness, looking to see who had caught them. taeyong’s eyes widened as if the world had ended because lo and behold, there stood his mother, a fruit tray in hand and eyes wide as saucers. he scrambled off the bed, calling out to her when she gave an awkward smile, setting the tray of fruit on the desk by the door, “…just keep the door open from now on please, son.”

the two boys watched as she disappeared from the door frame. they sat like that for a moment, trying to register just what had happened. taeyong turned around, eyebrows furrowed and mouth opened in shock before he made eye contact with y/n and the two burst into laughter.

“i heard a marine is coming to try and recruit students.” doyoung ate a spoonful of rice as he spoke, a grain being swept from his lip by his tongue.

“really? the marines? i heard that’s the toughest military branch.” taeyong peaked up, giving y/n a giddy smile when the older had placed some of his lunch on taeyong’s tray. today they were serving his favorite, fried pork, and y/n gave him some of his!

y/n joined the conversation so smoothly it shocked the two. “i go to boot camp in three months.”

taeyong dropped the meat from his chopsticks, turning to y/n, “what do you mean?”

“he just said—”

“i’m going to boot camp in three months. i’m joining the marines after we graduate.” y/n ate a spoonful of soup, a smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“well how long will that be? i won’t be able to see you every day?”

y/n smiled at taeyong, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and ruffling his hair. “5 weeks for boot camp and then after that, i’ll do the eighteen months.”

taeyong stared at him with a sad gaze, “but why so soon after school?”

y/n shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of soup, “i figured why not do my service while i’m young and before any other major life events happen.”

at this, taeyong went quiet and the three ate their lunch in silence.

after school, taeyong went to doyoung’s house, giving a farewell hug to y/n before he left on his bike.

doyoung and taeyong were lying on doyoung’s bed, taeyong pouting and spilling his concerns to the younger. “why does he want to go so soon? i mean, we just reached our one-month anniversary and he wants to go to the marines before we’ve even reached half a year?” the boy was curled on his side, glasses shifting awkwardly against his face as his head met the mattress.

“well, i mean you heard him. he wants to get his service over with before he has to face the real world.” doyoung tried to rationalize, finding taeyong’s complaining to be a bit childish, “and besides, like you said, you’ve only been dating for like a month. think of it as a test to your relationship.”

“why do we need our relationship tested?” taeyong was bewildered; how could his best friend even say something like that?

“it doesn’t have to be tested, but even couples who’ve been together for more than a year break up when the guy goes to the army because someone cheats or something. so if you, who’s only been dating for a month, can wait two years for him, what does that say about your relationship?” to taeyong, the words coming from doyoung’s mouth were absolute bullshit.

“what is wrong with you? are you being like this because you’re single?”

doyoung placed a hand over his heart from where he lay, feign offense being expressed on his face. “ouch, what a low blow, yong. no! i’m telling you to suck it up, because you’re acting like you don’t have to serve as well. he’s just getting it over with while he’s in his prime physicality.”

taeyong went quiet for a moment when all of a sudden a loud groan left his mouth. “i hate it when you make sense.” doyoung stuck his tongue out, leaning over to grab his phone.

“are you doing anything tomorrow?” it was going to be saturday. a day off from school and a day off from studying—what a dream. granted, doyoung and taeyong didn’t study as much as their parents would have liked them to, but they still got decent grades.

at doyoung’s question, taeyong seemed to perk up as if he had remembered something important, “yes! i’m going to hang out with y/n.” all disdain toward the situation with y/n seemed to disappear as he recalled the plans he’d made with his boyfriend, brain once again muddled over with the footprints of y/n’s being.

doyoung, somewhat expecting the answer, rolled his eyes playfully, “of course.” he locked his hands behind his head, letting his body relax further into the mattress before a mischievous smirk embraced his lips, “you know, i’ll have to fight y/n before he goes to training and gets even stronger.”

taeyong raised a brow at the younger, looking over at him, “and why is that?”

and doyoung replied “he’s stealing my best friend from me,” as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. taeyong, finding humor in doyoung, laughed and landed a smack on the boy’s arm.

“shut up.”

the next day, taeyong and y/n had met up as planned, walking through a small street filled with shops. they had come across a turkish ice cream stand, taeyong begging y/n to buy him ice cream from there. y/n did so without hesitation, filming and laughing at taeyong try and catch the cone from the vendor.

“stop making fun of me,” taeyong giggled, throwing both hands out toward the cone to try and get it.

“you’re so cute,” y/n cooed, filming the younger. his hand reached out, swiping taeyong’s hair out of his eye, a bright smile on his face.

the vendor eyed the two, a knowing look on his face. he let out a short chortle, finally letting taeyong get the ice cream and taking the payment from y/n.

some hours later, when the sun was just barely beginning to set, the boys had settled on an outdoor table with an umbrella to hide them from the sun’s dying rays.

“i had a lot of fun today, n/n.”

y/n looked at him with an endearing smile, watching the younger bite at the food he bought him minutes ago, “i’m glad you did.”

they sat for minutes longer, basking in the warm afterglow and watching the people walk by, wrapped in their own little worlds. they were just happily sitting together, minds clouded with nothing but satisfaction at their weekend and time spent together. their minds were so clouded in fact, they hadn’t seen the woman walking up to them, legs clad in suit pants and torso fitted with a light blouse.

she was a very beautiful woman: had an authoritative aura to her yet still felt friendly.

and when she had walked up to them and fixed her lips to speak her next words, the turmoil would begin in their relationship.

“do you know the big 3?”

a loud ringing seemed to steadily pulse in the air and taeyong wanted to scream at how it had no regard for his pounding headache or sensitive ears.

why won’t this stupid alarm turn off? he growled to himself, hand shooting out in the proximity around him, feeling around for his alarm clock. but as his arm stretched out, he let out a hiss as there was a painful pulling at the inner crease of his elbow.

keeping his eyes closed and figuring it was just some muscle strain, he let his arm plop back down on the bed. it’ll turn off by itself.

when his arm went down, however, another foreign feeling interrupted him. his fingers clenched and unclenched around the object that was lying right next to his hip, trying to decipher what it was. it took only a few seconds for him to realize it was a human hand, his heart jumping in his throat and body freezing. who is in my bed? did i sleep with someone and forge—

“you’re awake?”

taeyong caught his breath at the voice. it was deep, manly—almost as if it was his first time talking… did he just wake up too?

he opened his eyes, flinching at the bright light in front of him before looking around him. he saw childish paintings on the wall, a leather sofa in the corner of the room, and a small tv hanging above a cabinet.

“why am i in the hospital?” he hadn’t looked at the man yet, but felt comfort in the way his hand was gently being held. it felt familiar, for some reason.

“you blacked out. had a panic attack.”

taeyong’s shoulders tensed, “what about the paparazzi? did they see?” he could hear the breathing of the man, still not looking at him. he couldn't place his finger on it but he was scared to look at him.

“no. i carried you to my car.”

taeyong swallowed thickly, nodding his head and pulling his hand from the man, fingers twitching at the loss of such warm accompaniment. “thank you. i will tell your agency to give you a bonus for your generosity.”

the man fell silent, looking at his empty hands before clasping them together and leaning his head on them.

ten seconds passed of a seemingly minutes long silence before the words just slipped past the man’s mouth after a fit of contemplation.

“for fucks sake, taeyong. can you please just look at me?” his voice broke as he begged.

taeyong swallowed thickly, a tear sliding down his trembling cheek. he knew. “no… y/n.”

the man stared at taeyong in desperation. “please.”

he shook his head, thumbing the tears from his cheeks, “uh-uh.”

y/n sighed, grabbing taeyong’s hand and squeezing his fingers. “why?” taeyong wanted to cry out when he felt a tear hit his fingertips; a tear that wasn’t his.

he shakily inhaled, free hand rapidly wiping at his face as the tears jumped from his waterline, almost as if signifying a surrender.

“because,” he hiccuped, “then i’ll remember it all over again.”

that’s what y/n wanted… and somewhere within, taeyong did too.

“you’re what?!” doyoung yelled out in exasperation, grabbing taeyong by the shoulders and shaking him.

it seemed like taeyong was surprising doyoung quite a lot lately…

“some entertainment company street casted me,” he said as if it were the most casual of sentences.

“are you for real? can you tell them about me? like you won’t audition unless i can too?” doyoung forever fancied singing and had quite the talent for it, taeyong didn’t hesitate to admit. but there was one thing…

“who said i was going to audition?”

“what do you mean?” doyoung thought he had just said the silliest combination of words. “what company was it?”

maybe the company was some noob one, a company that was just going to scam them without facing repercussions because of how little public influence they have.

taeyong looked up to the ceiling, trying to recall the company name. “kbs, mbc… or was it sbs?”

“those are broadcasting stations…”

taeyong’s head tilted to the side, “eh? the lady asked me if i knew what the big three was. aren’t those it?”

doyoung stared at him dumbfounded. “you dumb fuck.”

following taeyong and doyoung’s auditions, the night seemed to settle with cooler caresses and gentle breezes. taeyong called y/n, asking him to hang out with him to ease his mind off the audition. and despite feeling as if the world was caving around him, taeyong felt rather euphoric in the moment, despite the plastic seat of the playground swings digging uncomfortably into his hips.

taeyong swaying back and forth in the wind, lips wrapped around popsicles and numbed by the cold. y/n stood behind him, gently pushing the swing every few seconds. it felt like a moment of childish fun, but the reality of the situation kicked in after a few minutes of lighthearted giggling.

“how’d the audition go?” y/n asked cautiously and taeyong planted his feet on the ground, holding onto the metal chains of the swing. he looked down, kicking at the slushed ground and finishing his popsicle. he had mumbled out a response that fell upon y/n’s ears, the boy shuffling in front of his boyfriend. “what?”

taeyong huffed, his breath leaving evidence of his reaction. “horrible.”

a sympathetic look crossed y/n’s face. he crouched in front of taeyong, his unopened popsicle in hand. he looked up at taeyong, meeting his eyes and bringing his hand up in offering. taeyong’s bottom lip jutted in a pout, body twisting side to side on the swing. y/n picked up on what he was hinting at, laughing and opening the popsicle for him before raising it to his mouth. taeyong leaned forward, licking at the popsicle.

“why didn’t you eat it?” he questioned before going back to the iced treat.

y/n gushed at his cuteness, ruffling taeyong’s hair while responding, “it’s too cold outside for ice cream.”

“it is not!” he laughed. y/n shrugged, hugging himself with one arm while the other still held the popsicle. this felt like the most fun either of them had had in forever. y/n had been studying like crazy the whole time he was in school—there’s a reason he’s in the top 5–and taeyong had been wrapped up in the audition, trying to find some material that’d make him at least seem better than he was.

“what makes you say the audition was horrible?” y/n had now moved to sitting down, with his chin in the crevice of taeyong’s knees.

the boy’s shoulders slumped; “the whole thing! i tripped while i was dancing and no one told me that i had to choose the song to sing!”

y/n nodded along, lips parting when taeyong revealed he wasn’t prepared in the slightest. “so what happened after that?”

taeyong, who was taking another bite of the popsicle squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he recalled the day. he bought his fist to his temple and knocked it a few times, each hit being emphasized with a “stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“i sang the freaking national anthem…”

y/n looked up at him, lips creasing as he held in a laugh. but it was no use as he fell onto his back, limbs spreading out and tearful laughter escaping his throat. taeyong pouted, hopping off the swing and crawling over y/n, snatching the popsicle from his hand and sucking the remnants of the sweet treat.

he landed a slap on y/n’s chest before moving to lie on top of him. the ground was cold against y/n’s back, but his sweater provided enough coverage. y/n swiped the hair from taeyong’s face, a smile on his lips. “well, when you become famous, mr. national anthem,” y/n looked down at him with a bright smile, eyes turning cherry in the cold, night air, “don’t forget me.”

taeyong gasped in horror, “are you crazy?”

“only for you.” y/n was never really one for cheesiness, but he had his moments—and boy, they made taeyong fall even more for him. the younger squealed out, hugging y/n even tighter.

“you’re so cute!” he peppered kisses all over his face before planting his sweet lips on y/n’s. y/n kissed back, a smile on his lips.

almost two months had passed before the final results of doyoung and taeyong’s tedious audition were mailed to them. neither of them opened the letters when they first came in, wanting to share the moment together and open them with each other. hence, taeyong, his family, and doyoung were huddled around their living room. y/n was on his way for moral support as well.

taeyong’s parents stood by, excited for their son; he’d found something he could be passionate about. they would support him no matter what.

when y/n finally arrived, taeyong about fell to his knees dragging him to the living room. “oh, i’m so nervous. hurry!”

“why are you rushing me? you’re the one opening the letter!” y/n retorted, flinching at taeyong’s hands slapping at his shoulders.

“quit!” doyoung spoke up, smiling once all eyes were on him, “come on taeyong. this is a big moment. put your big boy pants on and let’s do this,” he thrust a fist in the air.

everyone held their breaths when taeyong and doyoung dug their thumbs into the envelopes, tearing away at the glue and pulling out the folded pieces of paper.

“mr. lee taeyong, we are delighted to inform you that your final stage audition on the 12th of february 2013 has been received with great expectation…”

“and as of the fifth of april 2013, you are an official trainee of sm entertainment—oh my gosh! we got in!” doyoung threw the paper over his shoulder, jumping into taeyong’s arms.

everyone cheered for the two, genuinely happy for their acceptance. y/n waited until the two were done hugging before he engulfed taeyong in a warm hug. taeyong, excited and overwhelmed with emotions, seemed to devour the warmth and familiarity, becoming smaller in y/n’s arms.

y/n’s lips hovered by taeyong’s ear, “congratulations, yong. i told you you would make it!” and taeyong held him tighter, not wanting to let go.

“thank you,” he hid his face in y/n’s neck, everyone around them gleaming at their friendship.

after the night was over, taeyong and y/n were cuddled and asleep in his room, nothing but happiness fueling their minds and cake and ice cream settling in their bellies.

y/n could only look at him with anger and regret; and as much as he wanted to be mad at taeyong, he could only be mad at himself because he let him get away. no matter how the story was told, y/n was the first to give up, in his mind.

“why don’t you want to remember?”

taeyong shook his head, wiping the tears from his cheeks once again, “because i hurt you and i can never forgive myself for being so stupid.”

y/n wanted to resent taeyong when just before his debut, he told him they could no longer be together. what made it even more destructive for the two was that y/n was just starting his service in the marine corps. if the years to come weren’t physically taxing enough, taeyong had just made it mentally and emotionally worse.

it was partially taeyong’s fault—the ceo of his company had forbidden him from dating, much less with a man. and he’d taken advantage of taeyong’s situation, letting him train for so long without any mention of a dating ban just to tell him “if you want to debut, you can’t be gay.” y/n hated taeyong more than the ceo at that point in time—“how could you throw away what we have just to dance and sing” but it had become taeyong’s dream.

he had no dream when he was in school and if this was the easiest way out to provide for his family, it was worth the risk to him. but now, being in the same room as y/n after all these years made him realize just how stupid he was as a kid. he’d left behind the best thing he had in life for this. he loved being an idol, no doubt, but he felt lonely—never having a moment of privacy or anyone to come home to after a hard day—he just missed y/n.

“i’m sorry.” taeyong spoke after moments of silence, twiddling his thumbs. “i’m sorry for hurting you and leaving you.” he looked up at y/n.

y/n smiled shallowly, taking taeyong’s hands in his again. “it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not. i loved you and i was stupid to just abandon you like that.” and while taeyong meant to only explain himself, he seemed to dig himself a deeper hole because y/n sighed and let go of his hands, running his own through his hair in silent frustration.

“you loved me?”

“no. i love you. i loved you then and i still do to this day. that’s why i regret it so much.” he watched for any expressions on y/n’s face, but when it didn’t change for some time he quickly followed with, “you don’t have to love me back, i just want you to know i never stopped.”

“i never said i stopped either, yong.”

Hunter, Hunted (M)

Synopsis: Bang Chan: one of the world’s most talented vampire hunters, easily being the cause to your kind beginning to dwindle. In order to preserve your bloodline from being wiped out by Chan’s vicious hunters, you take an alternative approach to ensure some form of peace between your kinds.

Contains: Bang Chan x (f) reader, adult language, smut, mentions of death, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, choking, biting, marking, begging kink, creampie, vampire hunter!Chan, vampire ruler!reader.

Tightening the worn leather strap on his blade that was purposefully hidden in his sleeve, Chan studied his reflection in the mirror to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. He had to make sure he had everything prepped exactly to the letter when it came to tonight’s rather interesting encounter. In all of his years of hunting the wicked undead cretins of the night, he had never dared enter one of their manors without at least three of his men close behind. But tonight, Chan alone had been invited to one of the most powerful vampires’ manors in all of the land: yours.

Legend has it that you had beauty that could turn even the most loyal husband into a begging mess just from looking into their eyes, your body radiating a dark power with every eerie stride you made across the ground. One flick of your finger would have men crumble to their knees, yearning for the chance to be within three feet of you. You exuded a certain confidence and prowess that could never be replicated by any of your fledglings, further proving that you were the most powerful vampire. Another reason why you were so powerful is that you’ve managed to stay out of the eyes of the only person that has proven to be a worthy adversary, and you decided to invite him to your very own home. 

“Are you sure you want to go alone?” Changbin inquired, leaning up against his friend’s doorframe as he swallowed nervously, already knowing the answer to his semi-rhetorical question. It’s not that Changbin didn’t think that Chan couldn’t handle himself against you, it’s just that he would feel much safer knowing that Chan had at least one more person there just in case something went horribly wrong. “Do you know the things she could do to you knowing that you don’t have any reinforcements? You’re practically walking into your own grave.”

Rolling his eyes at his slightly overbearing colleague, Chan waved his hand dismissively as he informed Changbin of his plan while simultaneously showing off all of the hidden weapons strapped to his body. Although the presence of at least two blades being on Chan’s body at all times calmed his nerves, your ability to overtake Chan in a fight wasn’t his main concern at all. Instead, Changbin was frightened that your sinful beauty and manipulative nature would cause Chan to somehow betray the brotherhood, but there was no way of knowing how. He was just hoping that for once, he was wrong.

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changkyun ♡ midnight idol ep 141

KANG HYEWON GQ KOREA BEHIND

brat adventures 101

◚ not requested

→ in which baekhyun wants a threesome with y/n and his best friend taeyong.

✄┈ warnings/tags: well shit, good luck with this one... choking, degradation, not implied but 100% consent, freaky freak baekhyun, vanilla turned...something taeyong, y/n subtly has a switch from soft!dom to hard!dom, slapping (of the buttocks), prostate milking (subtle), cum swapping? (y/n swaps spit with ty while he still has bh's cum in his mouth) idk what the hell else is in here :) enjoy

↬ word count: 4.2k

↬ published: 01.03.22

sex. pretty good, right? even better when the people you end up sleeping with are celebrities. what’s not anticipated though, in that whole ordeal, is if your only clients are pretty much best friends… and the brattiest client proposes a threesome with you and said best friend.

“how do you know he won’t freak out?” y/n panted, grunting as the male on top of him swiveled his hips, hands clawing down his chest.

the male on top let out a sultry giggle, although he ended up moaning louder than expected as y/n thrust his hips up, a loud clap sounding throughout the room. “the way he talks about you, plus—fuck—wait til he finds out you’re fucking both of us.”

baekhyun was no stranger to the fact that he and his best friend, taeyong, were both sleeping with the same man. y/n used to have a bit of a reputation with some idols, coming to stick to the few trusted clients when there was an issue of another idol claiming they caught something from him; it was a lie. that idol had their own nightly escapades to worry about, blaming it on the one person they knew got around in the industry.

baekhyun knew a bit about the dynamics between the two, taeyong confiding in baekhyun about his sexcapades with the other. he knew taeyong was on the softer side, the younger quite obvious in the fact that he was rather uncomfortably new to the whole world of baekhyun’s brat adventures; so he wanted to have a threesome—show him how he and y/n get down. or it might have been baekhyun’s corruption kink doing all the work…

he gritted his teeth when the angling of y/n’s hips proved fruitful as his tip prodded against his prostate, a slutty whine leaving his throat as his own hips sporadically thrusted against y/n’s, chasing his high. “almost there, almost—fuck!”

y/n barely chuckled, “ah, you’re such a slut, hyung; thinking of your best friend while fucking someone else.”

baekhyun whimpered, ignoring the burning and tightening of his calves as he bounced; up, down, up, down, all until that gathering feeling in his stomach erupted.

thick streams of white spurted from his tip and onto y/n’s tattoo-covered torso. the man gripped his hips tighter, groaning as the idol clenched around him, gyrating his hips to milk himself of all he had.

and in a bout of expiring adrenaline, baekhyun planted his feet flat on the mattress and bounced, almost toppling over as the new angle jabbed directly into his sweet spot. y/n let out a loud curse, nearing his own high. almost 15 seconds later, baekhyun was dry orgasming in overstimulation and the tight clenching of his ass pulled y/n closer and closer to his own high.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

that sentence leaving y/n’s mouth was all that baekhyun needed to hear to, somehow, pull off of y/n before removing his condom and jerking him to finish. as a grunting moan left y/n’s throat, baekhyun stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes and welcoming the shooting load onto his face.

y/n looked down at him from between his legs, baekhyun’s wrist still flicking, spurts of cum flying onto his cheeks and tongue. “fucking hell.”

“you went and did what?”

baekhyun was staring at his best friend in shock, the other only having the same old innocent gaze in his glittery eyes.

“i got a belly button piercing a couple of days ago.”

the older looked dumbfounded, why was he not informed of this spectacular addition?

taeyong puffed his cheeks out and looked around before leaning closer to baekhyun, “and y/n hyung has been really gentle because of it.” taeyong watched his eyebrows perk up for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“has he now?”

“yeah, but i like it,” he smiled at his lap, a blush settling on his warm cheeks, “a lot.”

baekhyun let out a gasp similar to one who’s been betrayed, “yong, you’re such a softie,” he teased, “don’t you want a little spice; a little roughness? i got some the other day and wow! i came twice in less than a minute.”

taeyong inhaled a sharp breath, “one minute? doesn’t that hurt?”

“that’s what makes it feel good,” baekhyun all but moaned out in reminiscence of the other night.

“oh, i wouldn’t know. i always called the safe word when it started to hurt.”

it was safe to say baekhyun never wanted taeyong to be fucked senseless as much as he did right then. the baby cowered at a little pain? oh honey.

and y/n being gentle? all because of a belly piercing? who knew the rough beast of a man he knew could be so versatile?

baekhyun didn’t have any hard feelings for it either; he was the one who told y/n to be as rough as he could. it was the only way he could get off after discovering his own kinks. corruption, overstimulation, choking, and spit don’t particularly beg for gentleness, do they?

days had gone by before baekhyun found the right time to propose his idea. however, the concept of ‘the right time’ must be different for baekhyun, because he asked taeyong if he would join him and y/n during an argument.

the secret was out. taeyong now knew y/n slept with other people. they weren’t exactly exclusive, but the fact that he was sleeping with baekhyun and the latter not saying anything after all this time didn’t sit right with him.

“are you out of your mind? you’re just now telling me we’re sleeping with the same guy and you want to have a threesome?” taeyong found it absurd, but baekhyun thrived off the idea, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head.

“you’re sick! and to make it worse, i’ve been telling you about him and i and you just—gosh you’re so frustrating!” taeyong cried out.

he slammed his hands on the dining table, shaking his head. “you know what? get out! get out of my house. i can’t believe you.”

“well, your little saint kicked me out when i asked.”

y/n snorted, trying to hold back his laughter, eyeing around the sm lobby. “i know, he told me all about it when i went over the other day.

baekhyun all but scoffed, “he’s really upset with me? but is perfectly fine with calling you over right after?” y/n only shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his head on the sofa.

“to be fair, he already knew i was sleeping with other people. he’s just upset with you because you knew who he was talking about this whole time and acted like you didn’t.”

“still! i don’t see why he’d hold a grudge over that,” baekhyun pouted, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. a few moments passed before baekhyun perked up, a sly smirk pulling on his lips as he slowly turned to y/n.

“i didn’t know you were such a softie too.”

y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “what are you talking about?”

“tae told me all about how you were all extra soft and gentle when he got his belly button piercing. i figured he was about as vanilla as one could get, but you? that was a surprise!”

y/n smacked his lips, finding baekhyun’s words silly, “i’m not vanilla. who do you think takes all my energy up because their kinks are so demanding?” baekhyun knew he meant well and wasn’t shaming his kinks, so he could laugh about it.

“oh please—”

“so i was just sloppy seconds, huh?” both men looked over in shock, finding taeyong standing right next to the sofa they were sitting on. y/n stood up, turning toward the fragile boy.

“no, no of course no—”

“oh, so then you weren’t really being gentle, you were being lazy with me while you gave baekhyun hyung your undivided attention?” taeyong didn’t want to be angry at y/n in this situation, but after interpreting his words as such, he struggled not to feel conflicted toward him.

and although he wasn’t having the best feelings towards the two at the moment, there was a gnawing feeling in him that wanted him to be the one who had all of y/n’s attention.

“fine, i’ll do it. i’ll do the threesome.”

“are you sure you want to do this, yong? you don’t need to prove anything, if that’s what you’re trying to do.” now settled in his apartment, y/n tried to get taeyong to reconsider, not wanting the boy to go out of his comfort zone.

“oh i’m not trying to prove anything to you, you’re proving something to me.” taeyong sassed. it was his first time ever giving y/n attitude and the other didn’t know whether this would be a good or bad thing. but baekhyun, kinky as he was, was thriving off the conflict. his taeyong was finally emerging out of his vanilla shell. he was evolving.

“and what is that?”

“y/n hyung is going to prove to me that i’m not just his sloppy seconds and you’re going to prove to me that… that…” he didn’t really know what he wanted baekhyun to prove to him, but he wasn’t going to let him get away with embarrassing him like that.

“you’re going to be vanilla today.”

all baekhyun could think from those words was ‘worst top 10 anime betrayals’ because there was no way in hell taeyong thought baekhyun would get off from vanilla sex. but then he realized, that’s precisely why the sneaky bastard chose that, it was his punishment. but taeyong must not have known of his one true kink…

“and hyung is going to fuck me like he never has.” corruption.

taeyong set himself up with this one. baekhyun could nut just from watching the two if he had to because to see taeyong be rid of his kink virginity would be nothing but a sexual fantasy come to life for him. and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell taeyong about that.

“alright, boss us around.” taeyong told y/n. sure, this threesome was conditioned by taeyong’s rules, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the dominant one.

“wait, safe word or color system?”

taeyong went to answer safe word but baekhyun cut him off, “sweetie,” he gave a sultry look, “he is going to fuck you senseless, i’d choose the color system. it’s easier to remember than one random word.”

and baekhyun didn’t miss the bobbing of taeyong’s adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly at the warning.

“color system.”

“alright, both of you strip. taeyong i want you on your back, hyung on your stomach.” he already knew of baekhyun’s kinks, and if y/n wouldn’t carry them out, baekhyun would himself, so he was going to tie him up.

once both boys were situated, taeyong lying flat on his back, waiting for y/n, and baekhyun on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back with velcro cuffs, y/n grabbed the lube, condoms, and a few toys. baekhyun wouldn’t be getting the most attention today, y/n using velcro cuffs so baekhyun could get out himself should something happen. however , due to the lack of attention, this also meant he’d have to try and get off with the toys while y/n took care of taeyong.

y/n stood up straight and backed away from the bed a little, admiring the view in front of him. baekhyun was already getting hard while taeyong was still soft, not knowing what was to come. y/n was going to tease baekhyun for being hard from nothing, but then he remembered; this was taeyong’s night.

“i’m not going to touch you tonight, hyung. only taeyong,” he grabbed the vibrator wand, switching it to the lowest setting before placing it between baekhyun’s legs, against his balls, “but you still can’t cum unless i say so.”

baekhyun let out a whine, nuzzling his head in the pillow as the vibrations left him wanting for more friction.

y/n held back a smirk, turning his attention to taeyong. the boy was staring at baekhyun, in awe at how he ground his hips into the mattress, hands tied behind his back.

“don’t worry about him, i’m going to take care of you now,” he crawled over taeyong’s naked form, leaning down to where their noses almost touched and taeyong’s glittery eyes bore into his in excitement, “only you,” and he connected their lips, taeyong moaning.

the boy’s hips rose, searching for friction even though he was barely hard. kissing always turned taeyong on, and with baekhyun’s eyes on them, he felt a bit awkward, but a good awkward. y/n continued to kiss him, hands working their way down his body. once he reached taeyong’s dick he gave it a firm squeeze, a stark contrast to his normally light and gentle caresses.

taeyong let out a hiss, hands clenching and unclenching on y/n’s shoulders at the new feeling. baekhyun let out a sultry giggle as he watched the scene before him. “n/n, he’s so sensitive, isn’t he?”

y/n knew what baekhyun was trying to do. he was trying to rile them up, trying to get out of his punishment. “shut up or i’ll take away the vibrator and you’ll get off just from humping the bed like the dirty whore you are.”

taeyong gasped at the vulgarity of y/n’s words, never having heard him speak that way.

“oh, i think you’ve shocked him,” baekhyun looked at taeyong’s dick, the tip red and shiny, “maybe even excited him.”

taeyong’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands cradling the warm skin. y/n looked down at him, gaze softening, “ignore him. he’s just trying to start something.”

taeyong didn’t know what to say to that, but y/n made a move before anything. the latter had sat up, pulling his boxers down before un-capping the lube and squirting a healthy amount into his fingertips. taeyong shuddered when he saw his length, a neat patch of hair sitting above it.

all of a sudden, y/n grabbed under taeyong’s knee, pushing his leg up at an angle. taeyong lifted his head to see what y/n would do when he felt a finger enter him, gently prodding around his walls just how he liked it.

a guttural groan left his throat and his head fell back against the pillow as y/n stretched him open, adding another finger soon after.

“look at him, getting all bothered—fuck—from a finger. ngh.” baekhyun teased, stopping himself just to release his own noises of pleasure, his fingernails scratching against his own lower back.

y/n went to tell him to shut up again when taeyong let out a whimper. his eyebrow quirked up, bringing his clean hand up to taeyong’s cheek, “you like when he talks like that?”

taeyong whined out, nodding his head and biting his lip as y/n sped his thrusts up for a split second. his hands were flat on his stomach, not knowing what to do with them. he wanted to grab onto the mattress, the pillow, y/n’s shoulders, arms—but he couldn’t make up his mind so he settled on clawing at the little fat on his stomach whenever he needed something to grab. y/n thought it was cute while baekhyun thought it was the hottest thing ever. taeyong was already dumb over some fingers?

“fuck he’s so hot, please let me fuck him, y/n!” baekhyun cried out, hips stuttering. he wasn’t anywhere near close but the sensation from the constant friction had dulled and his hips had tired from trying to get anything more than that.

“no,” y/n replied, giving a light slap to taeyong’s thigh when the boy’s hips jolted away from him at a particular thrust. “i’m the only one who gets to fuck him tonight, isn’t that right, yongie?”

taeyong hadn’t heard much of what y/n said, too focused on the coiling heat in his stomach; all he did was cry out a ‘yes’ as his toes curled.

y/n knew taeyong was close; his toes would curl up and his legs would get restless, pushing and pulling whatever was pleasuring him. so y/n teased the both of them.

“yongie’s gonna cum soon, hyung.” he taunted baekhyun, speeding his thrusts up to help push taeyong over the edge. and as y/n’s thrusts sped up, so did the volume of his moans—it drove baekhyun crazy and y/n knew that. baekhyun was hearing and seeing his best friend be fucked and he couldn’t do anything but rut against the blanket.

“mh, y/n i’m gonna cum too—” baekhyun whined out, ass cheeks clenching as he pushed his hips against the mattress. his high would have timed perfectly with taeyong’s, but the vibrator had finally fallen over from all the movement baekhyun was making and y/n had never heard the older groan out in such turmoil as he had in the moment his climax was ripped away from him.

taeyong, on the other hand, was arching and twisting as he came, face scrunching and ass gripping y/n’s fingers with a vice. he’d never cum in such a short time, but his orgasm wasn’t as powerful as it normally was, he noticed. yet it felt just as overwhelming how y/n kept thrusting his hand, jabbing at his prostate sometimes.

he knew he was being overstimulated, it’s something he avoided during sex with y/n because like he told baekhyun, it hurt.

so as his body spasmed and tried to pull away, he cried out in protest. “stop, stop, stop!”

and y/n slowed his thrusts almost to a halt when baekhyun sat up, struggling because of the binding and how numb his legs were. he had shuffled so that his knees were above taeyong’s head.

“don’t you fucking dare y/n. tae what's your color?”

he wasn’t even sure taeyong had heard him, but a few seconds later, taeyong gasped out ‘green’, a smirk coming to baekhyun’s face. “there you go,” he cooed, bending over to mouth his way down taeyong’s chest to play with his nipples before sitting straight again, watching the younger have the time of his life.

he was already twitching again moments later, the dry orgasm ripping through him as he hollered out. y/n slowed his thrusts to a stop before pulling his fingers out and pressing kisses all over taeyong’s thighs. the boy was completely fucked out.

“color?”

taeyong’s eyes were hooded as his head rolled in the direction of y/n’s voice. he tried to speak up but his breath caught in his throat and his chest heaved when he swallowed. ‘god, he’s down so bad,’ baekhyun thought as he looked at him.

y/n, being the more attentive of the two, softly called out to the younger and caressed his cheeks to try to bring him back. “hey, hey, yong? you alright?” he peppered kisses along tayeong’s forehead and cheeks as the younger let out a tired whimper.

“i’m okay,” his head lolled, contradicting his words. he was clenching around nothing and he felt like y/n”s fingers were still in him; so much so that his cock would slightly twitch toward his stomach every few seconds.

“look at him. he’s so far gone, isn’t he n/n?” baekhyun teased, taeyong gnawing on the air as his hips gave tiny thrusts to nothing. y/n thought he couldn’t get any harder than he was at the sight, absentmindedly coating his cock with lube.

baekhyun watched the male, letting out an exaggerated gasp to alert taeyong. taeyong only half-snapped out of his daze, but baekhyun’s next words couldn’t prepare him enough for what was to come, “y/n is going to fuck you raw.”

taeyong had never gone raw, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t y/n’s only partner; but he trusted y/n and baekhyun enough, at least at the moment. he really didn’t care, all he wanted was to be filled and fucked balls de—

“fuck!”

y/n’s hips met taeyong’s, the younger automatically locking his ankles behind his hips as y/n thrust slowly for a few seconds, letting taeyong adjust to the size difference. when taeyong became accustomed to the stretch he wanted more.

“more, want more.”

baekhyun, understanding just how taeyong was feeling and knowing y/n would bend to his every will, stepped in. “nope, y/n. don’t listen to him,” he sat on his knees next to taeyong, finally removing the hand cuffs before caressing taeyong’s cheek before squeezing his jaw, “you’re not in charge, are you?” taeyong only moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

baekhyun chuckled, landing a light tap on taeyong’s cheek for his attention yet again, “ah ah ah. look at me.” his tone was firm yet y/n paid him no mind, only looking at taeyong’s reaction. he wanted to tease him, he wanted to tease the both of them so badly; so he did.

he gave a single thrust, powerful enough to have taeyong’s body jolt upward and arms waving about next to baekhyun. the elder turned to y/n, mildly upset that he was disobeyed, “why’d you do that?”

y/n smirked, taeyong clenching and grinding against him, begging for him to move. y/n placed his palm on taeyong’s lower stomach, halting his movements as he closely watched baekhyun, waiting for the right moment to strike.

‘3…’ y/n began the countdown in his head.

‘2…’ baekhyun shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

‘1…’ baekhyun’s lips parted as he went to speak.

‘good boy.’

baekhyun let out a choked whine when y/n’s hand shot to his throat, his body being pushed backward on the mattress. as baekhyun whined, taeyong moaned—y/n’s hips meeting his as he leaned his weight forward to push baekhyun.

y/n watched as baekhyun’s face turned red and the veins in his jaw protruded, counting down 3 more seconds before loosening his grip almost completely, only leaving his thumb and middle finger to occasionally squeeze the sides of his neck.

“your hands just won’t stay still, yongie, will they?” he didn’t leave a moment for the younger to answer, grabbing taeyong’s wrist parallel to baekhyun, “open up, hyung.”

baekhyun’s mouth now fitted 4 of taeyong’s slender fingers, the tips of them grazing the back of his throat and several gags heaving in his throat. he swore he almost came when y/n tightened his grip around his neck, completely cutting off his air supply, his own hands flying to y/n’s wrist and eyes rolling back.

it was almost funny; baekhyun, the sex-crazed male who always had control over his body no matter what y/n gave him had been reduced to what taeyong was mere minutes ago—fucked dumb.

he felt like he’d champed his way through every kink he had, but this was new. and he was nowhere near done—not by y/n’s rules. baekhyun had taken a (failed) vibrator climax and almost 2 hands without cumming and all without penetration in his awaiting ass—the night was far from over. and if taeyong had to cum multiple times before baekhyun did, then so be it.

while baekhyun went through repetitive cutting off of his oxygen, taeyong had cum 2 more times, and each time his fingers slipped out of baekhyun’s mouth in an attempt to rationalize his own reaction to such an intense event. and each time it happened, y/n thrust harder and left his handprint on taeyong’s asscheek as a reminder that he didn’t have permission to remove his hand. by the time taeyong had cum a third time, he’d become nothing but an exhausted body staring at the ceiling. he and baekhyun were on the verge of passing out, but y/n knew their limits, pulling out of taeyong, releasing his grip, and pulling taeyong’s limp hand from baekhyun’s mouth.

he got down on his knees next to the bed, pulling baekhyun to rest his thighs on his shoulders before lathering hot kisses and swipes of his tongue to baekhyun’s hole. it took only two minutes before baekhyun’s hips were lifting off the bed and cum was shooting from his swollen tip. untamed grunts were leaving his mouth as his back arched, hands flying to y/n’s head. almost thirty seconds had passed and he still hadn’t stopped. but the last straw for his body was when y/n pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his middle and index fingers, prodding straight at his prostate. baekhyun could only inhale a gasp as his abs flexed and even more cum oozed from his burning tip, pooling at his navel. y/n pulled baekhyun’s cock to his lips, jerking it and sticking his tongue out to catch the shooting cream before standing up and crouching over taeyong, hand never stopping. he bought his mouth to taeyong, the younger not even registering the fact that they were kissing, baekhyun’s cum sliding off y/n’s tongue and mixing with taeyong’s saliva, gliding down his chin.

y/n waited until no more would come from baekhyun’s balls, before landing a hard slap to his ass, almost as if saying “good job.”

taeyong and baekhyun both exhaustedly rolled their heads toward each other, sharing a glance, “fucking hell.”