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Dont you just love it when people come at you for expressing your interests? Like yeah, I love watching two grown ass men kiss. Sue me🧍‍♀️

Homophobes are the only red flag here 🤌

Guess who finished Heros of Olympus The Lost Hero.

Me.

(Also look at the tags you will get more from me there)

Jungkook + enemies to lovers 😫

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e2l + teacher au + dilf jk

As a kindergarten teacher, you’ve kind of been conditioned into being a nice person. After all, you spent most of your day surrounded by people with missing front teeth and shoes that light-up— it’s hard to be mean to children. Especially when they’re all so cute and squishy, have the doughiest cheeks on the planet and say the funniest made up words like, “bazillion-jillion” and “jiggly-wiggly.” They were endearing and they were sweet, often making your day without even meaning to.

The same couldn’t be said for their parents.

Areum is sitting in the reading area, backpack neatly placed atop her desk, when her father arrives. Clad in the same dark suit as always, Jeon Jungkook looks extremely out of place in your colorful classroom. “Daddy!” Areum beams, and he has the decency to at least kiss her forehead hello before jumping headfirst into battle with you.

Jeon Jungkook is a single dad, a fact Areum had randomly decided to disclose to you one afternoon in the sandbox, as children do, so you know he has a lot on his plate. Between working and raising a little girl, you imagine it’s difficult for him to unwind. The dark circles under his eyes are a force to be reckoned with, but you suppose it sort of adds to the sexy dad vibe he’s got going on.

(Not that you could ever say that to his face.)

And as understanding as you want to be of his situation, Jungkook is a little… annoying. He’s a good dad! That fact cannot be denied. But even you can look past your sympathy shades to say that scheduling his fifth parent-teacher meeting of the month is a little excessive.

He has this rather incessant fixation with arguing about her grades, convinced— as most parents are —that his kid is the smartest in the world. So even before Jungkook sits down, you already know what he wants to discuss. His briefcase hits the corner of your desk with a thud, before he flashily draws out a red sheet of craft paper from its depths, Areum’s art project from last week. Doesn’t even offer you a greeting. “This is definitely worth an A+.”

You sigh, pressing your hands against your face. “Mr. Jeon,” you begin slowly, “I’ve explained before that her art projects are not graded solely on the quality, but on her ability to follow instructions as well.”

Jungkook bristles, letting the sheet flutter onto your desk. Areum glances over from behind the kid-sized bookshelf, gives the two of you this pointed look as if she’s the adult in the room trying to reign in two fighting kids. The worst part is that it actually works; in a quieter voice, Jungkook hisses, “Areum’s art is good— I think you just hate my kid.”

Your jaw drops. “What—“ you blurt out, belatedly remembering to keep it down. You push yourself to your feet, arms crossed over your chest. “I do not hate anyone’s kid,” you spit, “much less one as as sweet as Areum.”

Jungkook’s jaw twitches, hands on his hips. “I know she’s sweet,” he spits, briefly glancing over at where the topic of your heated interaction is flipping through a a butterfly book. “Sweet and talented, which is why she should’ve gotten an A+, and not a B+.”

You roll your eyes. “Again, not based on her talent only, Mr. Jeon.” Like a kid, he copies your pose, the sleeves of his suit a little strained as his muscles bulge beneath the fabric. He even looked hot when he was mad. You stomp that thought down, whirling around to reach for Areum’s weekly performance review which you hastily slap down onto your desk. “Look,” you huff, flipping through the sheets carefully held together with a pink paper clip, “she’s good at art, but struggles a little with the instructions.”

Jungkook’s sighs, the sound practically a growl from how it catches in the back of his throat. And despite the annoyance wafting off of him in waves, he tries to subtly lean closer to get a look at your notes. He doesn’t drop his stance, doesn’t even apologize for coming on so rudely— not that it’s the first time —without knowing the situation. He remains as on edge as he was when he first walked in. “‘Needs to have instructions repeated multiple times,’” he recites, eyeing your detailed review.

You nod, trying to push the paper closer to him; Jungkook is standing a little too close now, the scent of his cologne tickling your nose. “She tends to get ahead of herself,” you explain, glancing over. You nearly flinch when he looks back, so close. His gaze is solid and unwavering, meeting yours with a serious glint in his as he listens carefully to what you’re saying. “She needs to work on listening first and then doing.”

For a minute, Jungkook doesn’t say anything, choosing to just rub his hand against his chin as he mulls over the information you’ve just presented him. And while standing beside this awfully gorgeous yet slightly hardheaded man is a little overwhelming, it’s better than having him accuse you of hating his five year-old kid. Areum peeks over and you offer her a tight-lipped smile, which she returns with her own sparkly grin. It eases your nerves.

“Okay,” Jungkook suddenly announces, clapping his hands together. The sound makes you jump, makes Areum run over too. He points a finger your way. “So help her improve her listening skills,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “That’s your job, right?”

You frown. “My job is to teach her,” you correct, unimpressed. “A child’s listening skills are something they usually develop at home.”

“At home?” he repeats, mindlessly placing his huge hand on the top of her tiny head. Areum’s got the same dark brown hair as him, the same glossiness and all, too. “So can’t you just come over and help her?”

You choke. “What?” you cough, flustered at Jungkook’s suggestion and how easily it’d rolled off his tongue. “I’m her teacher, Jungkook, not her tutor or nanny or whatever.”

“Miss __ is gonna come over?” Areum exclaims, clinging to her father’s pant leg.

“No,” you rush to correct, trying to respond in a way gentle enough for Areum but blunt enough for Jungkook. “That would be very inappropriate of me, Areum.” The aforementioned father rolls his eyes, stuffs the hand not petting Areum’s head into his pocket.

“Why?” she asks, as most kids do.

You sigh, straightforward in the glare you send Jungkook. “Only people you know and like should be going to your home, honey,” you try to explain, offering her the best, if strained, smile you can muster.

Areum blinks. “But I know and like you,” she says, and you’re touched for all of two seconds before she feels the need to tack on, “and Daddy likes you, too.” You freeze and it’s Jungkook’s turn to jolt in surprise. Areum pushes on. “Yeah, Miss __,” she nods, seemingly recalling a far distant memory. “Daddy calls you the pretty lady from school, mmhm.”

The blood rushes to your face. Jungkook jumps to his own defense. “No,” he chuckles nervously, trying to play it off as he glances between you and his child, “that’s— I didn’t say that, Areum.”

Another frown from the tiny human dead set on embarrassing the two of you. “What? But Daddy, you always ask about Miss__ and you always wanna visit school just to see—“

He interrupts her with a loud cough, cheeks aflame. Not that you’re any better, suddenly unable to look him in the eye. “We should, um,” Jungkook stammers, reaching for his briefcase, “head home now. Yes.” You nod meekly, clumsily handing him Areum’s art project before he can forget it on your desk. Your hands bump and the both of you stumble over each other’s apologies, choppily bidding each other goodbye.

“Bye, Miss __!” Areum calls, unaware of how she’s just reduced two functional adults into stuttering messes. Jungkook, who you previously wanted to throttle for being so annoying and insistent, spares you a shy glance that sends a tingle down your spine. “You can come over whenever you want! Daddy can make you dinner.”

Some people's childhood friends are stuffed bears, kittens, and other cute things. I was the weird one.

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one of my first ever angst fics i read omg. this truly paved the way for me and my taste of fics !!

Ineffable | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader 

genre/warnings: angst, sad ending, non idol! au, college! au

word count: 1,448 

– summary:  your best friend Jeon Jeongguk has always been amazing and deserved the best, so you’ve hid your love for him. But unbeknowsnt to you, there may be feelings that could change everything between you two…

a/n: this is my first fic here on Tumblr and I’m always looking for advice, so if there’s anything I can improve on, I’d be happy to hear it!! I hope you all like this!

Ineffable

in·ef·fa·ble

adj. too great to be expressed in words

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The first time you had met him, you had been convinced that there was nobody more perfect than him in the universe. He was too amazing for someone to describe. Yes, he was incredibly gifted in the looks department, with those chocolate eyes that shone with mischief, the dark hair that suited his face in any style, and when he smiled, you could just melt. But you fell for more than just his looks. It was that way he would challenge you at things and tease you when you lost, but pout when you won. It was the way he was so determined to do everything correctly, whether it be sports or dancing. It was the way his voice sounded so angelic when he sang. It was the selflessness to do things for others before himself and the compassion for those he cared for that drew you in further and further. And then you couldn’t get out.

When you had met him, you were in high school. And as the teacher was assigning seats, you were placed next to him. When you looked over, he was lazily doodling in his notebook, teeth bruising into his bottom lip. You faced forward and paid attention quickly. The rest of the class went by silently for you. It wasn’t until the end of class when he first said anything. Those words that started everything.

“Hey um excuse me? I’m sorry but do you know what the homework was?”

You were tempted to roll your eyes, knowing that it was his fault for not paying attention. But then you knew that you would also do the same thing as him from time to time. So you sighed and gave him the information he needed before he flashed you a bunny smile and thanked you before running off.

And from then on, your friendship with him only blossomed. Sitting next to him for a full year was enough to get you both on close friend terms. And that’s all the two of you were. Just friends.

Jeongguk was popular. Very popular. Especially going into your senior year. Why wouldn’t he be? He was handsome, fairly intelligent, except for math where he sometimes struggled, extremely talented, athletic, artistic, you could go on forever. And as he got a little older and a little more mature, of course he attracted the attention of many people around him. But he never went for anyone. He always rambled to you about that perfect person he was waiting to find. Yes, that one ideal person who someone like Jeongguk was destined to have. You thought he was adorably ridiculous. But you supported him because Jeongguk was just your friend.

You and he were lucky to stick together through college. Jeongguk matured greatly over the years. He looked much more masculine, though he still retained that childlike bunny side of him. And over time, seeing and experiencing both sides of him and being so close to him. You loved it. It was only when seeing him laugh made you feel happy, when he hugged you and smiled at you made your chest feel painfully light, was when you started thinking there was something different. It was enough for you to receive a slap to the face by your own brain.

You liked Jeongguk.

You admired everything about him. But you knew, that he would never feel that same way, since you were not that perfect person he was looking for. You and Jeongguk were just friends.

And that’s how it stayed to your painful misfortune. But of course, how could you ever ask for more? You didn’t need to be that person for him when you were already someone he cherished so much. You were his best friend.

You would not throw that relationship away for anything. Not even your own childish feelings. They didn’t matter.

And so you pushed away that fluttering feeling that came whenever he would lie next to you as you guys had a movie marathon. You didn’t acknowledge the butterflies that came when he shot you a wink as you cheered the loudest at his football games. You didn’t address the increased amount of care you gave him whenever he fell ill or overworked himself at practice.

Yes, Jeongguk was immensely grateful for your presence. You were his best friend. He needed you like he needed air. Without you, he felt like he was suffocating. You took care of him and he loved you for it.

Jeongguk couldn’t see past all those fake smiles of yours. To him, you were still the same. You were still the same cute and happy girl who was always at his side. But unbeknownst to him, you were suffering. Seeing him charming all those girls and watching them fall for it was painful. Seeing him admiring other girls was hurtful because that person would never be you.

But the day that Jeongguk came to you, wide-eyed and red-faced, his words forming out a stuttering confession of his love, you were proven wrong. You had stood frozen for a few seconds, the male in front of you taking it as a rejection before he muttered a dejected apology and turned to go. But you could only call out after him and confess your own feelings to him, watching as he turned around with wide shocked eyes. And it was there when you shared your first kiss was when you realized it. You and Jeongguk were not just friends, but lovers.

You could remember the happiness that radiated off of you for the next couple of months as you were now known as the girlfriend of Jeon Jeongguk. And he couldn’t be happier.

Yes, Jeongguk was in love with you. He hadn’t realized it at all. The entire time he was looking for a special person he was only looking for things that you possessed. It was only that one day, when he saw you admiringly looking at another male and he felt a burning anger in the pit of his stomach was when he figured out something was off.

After some thought, he figured out it was jealousy. And then he figured out why the jealousy formed. Jeongguk was scared. Scared because you were his best friend. How could you possess romantic feelings towards him?

Jeongguk made the correct decision to try.

Months stretched into years. 3 years. 3 full happy years.

You loved Jeongguk with your entire being and he loved you just as much. You knew it, and so did he.

So when you came home that day to see a note stuck to the fridge about how Jeongguk would be late at work, you only sighed before smiling and going into the cabinets to start preparing a meal for him. You should have said something about the slight change in smell on him when he came back. You should have said something about he averted his eyes and moved away when you leaned in to kiss him. You should have said something about how he’d leave early in the morning and start coming late at night.

You should have.

But you didn’t.

So now, as you watched him from across the room, waiting for her as she made her way down the aisle to join him, you wished that you had never fallen in love with him.

After all, you and Jeongguk used to be just friends.

And that’s how it should have stayed.

His eyes connected with yours for a second and in them you saw a thousand emotions run through. Regret was one that shone the brightest, and as much as you wanted to reach out for him and scream to stop this wedding, what good would it do you?

You could never be his because you could never be what he wanted. A perfect man like Jeongguk deserved the perfect girl he wanted. And even though he thought that you were that perfect girl, Jeongguk would always be unsatisfied. He would get bored. He wouldn’t have enough.

And that’s why when he finally tore his eyes away from yours to look at the woman he was about to marry, you didn’t feel any pain. No, instead, you felt relief. You felt content. You felt pride. Because you knew that you had just given Jeongguk the best life he could have. The life that you desperately wanted but could never possess. The life at his side. But that person was not you and could never be you.

You and Jeongguk were meant to be just friends.

And now, you both had lost that, too.

fashion of the mcu | ant-man and the wasp ↳ scott lang + plaid bathrobe

“I was back in the Quantum Realm, and…I think I saw your wife. And then I was your wife. I mean, not, you know, not in a weird way or anything…”

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˖°♡°˖ chapter 3 ˖°♡°˖

lee felix x lee minho x reader x han jisung can be read separately! previous parts are only referred to <3

summary: “You know how we talked about it and I said I would probably be less involved if we decided to fuck other people?,” Minho says suddenly, voice barely making it above the sound of the music from the speakers. “I think I want this one.”

word count: 9.5k

warnings (there are a lot): voyeurism & exhibitionism; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it & pee after sex, guys); dirty talk; spit; degradation; oral (m & f receiving); petnames (minho calls lix 'little boy' but not in an ageplay way); mommy & daddy kink; breeding kink; rough sex; dom!minho, sub!felix, sub!jisung, switch!reader

author’s note: this is the longest chapter and also probably my favourite 👀 like, it's filthy and long and writing it took years off my life but I'm so happy with how this one turned out. the long build up is worth it, trust me. enjoy subby slutty lixie content, because it's my fav

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“You know how we talked about it and I said I would probably be less involved if we decided to fuck other people?,” Minho says suddenly, voice barely making it above the sound of the music from the speakers.

You and Jisung look at each other for a second, before following Minho’s hooded eyes across the room.

“I think I want this one.”

You, Minho and Jisung were usually good at keeping your loudest sexual escapades private, mostly staying at your apartment and not at the dorm, or at least not going too crazy when everyone was home. But, it turns out that sometimes hotel room walls are thin and the room next to yours is not inhabited by a stranger, like you thought.

And that’s how Felix heard you have sex for the first time.

Though, if he’s honest, it’s far from the first time he’s thought about it. Felix calls himself a slut on a daily basis, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows he’s pretty, he sees people’s reaction when he opens his mouth, and his deep voice contrasts with his pixie-like features. He can tell what it does to people, and he loves taking advantage of it by flirting like his life depends on it, whether that’s with strangers or even with his own members. And it’s not like he doesn’t mean it, he’d probably fuck any of them, given the chance; And besides, the flirting amuses him – the thrill of one of them possibly giving in one day making a delicious heat settle in his stomach.

Except for Jisung, his slutty partner in crime, who he had drunkenly swapped spit with before, his favourite member to flirt with had always, always been Minho. Minho with his broad shoulders, his thick thighs, his protective yet domineering manners. It didn’t help that he was drop-dead gorgeous and had a habit of smirking at Felix in a way that made his brain fuzzy. He would drop to his knees for him in a heartbeat, if he so much as implied it.

But it had always been Minho and Jisung, and then it was Minho, Jisung and you. And all Felix’s most private hopes were dashed, until he overheard Hyunjin speak to Jeongin, about how you had fucked him stupid in LA with Jisung watching.

Felix could hardly believe his ears until he observed you and Hyunjin talk a few days later, watched your smiles and long eye contact, how Hyunjin touched your waist as he passed you in the narrow kitchen – it all felt a little too easily casual, especially because Jisung and Minho were standing right next to you.

That one fateful night, he was relaxing on his hotel bed, watching a drama on his iPad. There was some thumping and giggling next door, but he didn’t think much of it; until a moan rang out that sounded suspiciously like Jisung.

Felix lowered the volume of his drama just a little bit, holding his breath. There was a loud slap and then, undoubtedly, it was Jisung whimpering.

Felix reluctantly turned his drama back up a few notches, but he would’ve been lying if he said one of his ears wasn’t trained on the noises next door. He had thought about the three of you before, had wondered about your dynamics, whether Jisung was as much of a bottom as he seemed, whether Minho bossed you two around or if you and Minho, two of the most gorgeous people Felix had ever seen, both topped Jisung. Felix would have to be very drunk to admit it, but when he thinks about the latter for too long, it gets him so hard he has to take care of himself.

It didn’t take long before Felix no longer had to strain his ears to hear what was happening on the other side of the wall, though for the longest time, all he could hear was Jisung; his whines, whimpers and the occasional teary plea, were ringing through the room. He sounded pretty.

Then there was a different voice, your voice, spewing out curses before moaning out loudly, followed by a growl that Felix knew had to be Minho.

The bed squeaked, and a low voice muttered something Felix couldn’t make out, drowned out by your choked moans and Jisung’s breathy whines and the drama that Felix hadn’t been paying attention to for the last 10 minutes.

He finally gave in and pressed pause, and now … now he could hear everything.

“Look at you two, babies, fucked each other stupid but are too desperate to get each other off. Come on, princess, help me take care of our little slutty boy.”

Felix froze, staring at the wall dividing him from the action, his dick twitching in his pants.

“Stop whining, baby boy,” Minho spat out, and Felix felt the words go straight to his dick. “Put that mouth to good use and suck”

He heard Jisung say something, but then another loud smack rang through the room, followed by a choked moan from Jisung that makes Felix fully hard, wincing as his chest starts burning with need.

He tried to hold out as the sounds got louder, balling his fists as he listened to the bed frame slam against the wall, trying to stop his hips from twitching as your desperate moans grew in pitch. And he did well – until Minho started spewing out the most degrading filth Felix had ever heard, and he didn’t even bother readjusting himself on his bed, just shoved his sweats and boxers down and wrapped his hand around his dick, jerking himself off desperately to the rhythm of the headboard slamming into the wall.

He came at the same time you did, his free hand wound around his own neck tightly, a shudder racking down his spine. It was the best orgasm he’d had in a while, and it’s then that he made up his mind that he would be the next person to be invited to your guys’ bedroom if it killed him.

He thought about it until he fell asleep that night. He had heard enough of Hyunjin’s story to know that it all started with you flirting with him at an afterparty, before he took you and Jisung back to his room, and you fucked each other’s brains out while Jisung watched from a chair. And God, what a picture that was, not just because the thought of Hyunjin’s naked body made him salivate any day, but also because Felix knew he could take more, that he wanted more than that – he wanted all three of you, one after another, all at the same time, he didn’t care which way. How to what he wanted? He was pretty sure that if he played his cards right, the best way was through Minho – he just needed to show him how good and how pretty he could be for him.

The next morning, Felix made it a point to exit his room at the same time as you, Minho, and Jisung. Jisung’s eyes widened almost comically when he saw Felix, a pretty little blush spreading across his cheek, but Felix just gave them a cheeky smirk, letting his eyes linger on Minho a second longer before sauntering down the hallway to the elevator.

And all that week he laid it on a little thicker, batting his lashes at Minho more often than usual, wiggling his ass in his tight leather stage trousers when he knew Minho was looking, and even pretending to kiss Jisung again on the Skz Talker episode, adding to the collection of ‘Jilix’ moments he knew were floating around the internet. But he kept the best for last, and he knew it was working when he saw all three of you stare at him across the VIP section of the club.

“I think I want this one,” Minho breathes out, and you and Jisung follow his gaze across the room until they fall on Felix.

You let your eyes drag up Felix’s body. He’s dressed in his usual thick boots, tucked into which are tight black jeans that stretch perfectly across his long, toned legs, making them look endless. They’re especially tight around his ass and crotch in a way that has you do a double take to figure out exactly what you’re looking at. Tucked into his tight jeans is a flowy black shirt, almost a blouse, that exposes a deep V of milky skin. His blonde hair is half tied up and there are copious amounts of blush on his cheeks, making him look the picture of a fairy prince.

But the thing that had Minho’s mouth go dry was what sat on his neck – there, worn casually like it could just be a part of the stylist’s vision, is a subtle black collar, complete with a metal heart in the middle.

He distantly hears Jisung next to him breathe out a chuckle.

“Oh, it all makes sense now” he murmurs out, giving Minho a pointed look. You blink at him, eyebrow raised in question.

“Felix has been flirting with Minho all week,” Jisung explains and giggles, “More so than usual. Even tried to kiss me on camera. He only does that when he’s feeling extra bold.”

It takes you a second to figure it out, but then heat floods your body. Felix wanted Minho. It’s an odd sensation, the jealousy, and arousal that blooms in your chest, and you think this is how Minho and Jisung must’ve felt when you slept with Hyunjin and Jeongin. It was oddly intoxicating.

“One of the boys must’ve blabbed,” you mumble out, chuckling slightly and shaking your head. It’s not that you mind, if anything it makes this little game the three of you are playing … easier.

Your train of thought is cut off when Felix peels himself away from who he’s talking to, swaggering over to you with a flirty smirk on his lips. God, you want to slap his pretty face. Or kiss it. Or both.

He comes to stand next to Jisung, taking a long sip from his drink as he lets his eyes drag over your body. Oh, he’s bold.

“Hey guys, you look … very good tonight,” he rasps out, his voice deep and gravelly. He looks up at the three of you in turn through his pretty dark lashes, the blush on his cheeks deepening slightly. Jisung slings an arm around his shoulders.

“You look good, too, Yongbok, love the accessories,” Jisung says casually, a little smile on his lips as he takes his time studying the collar of Felix’s neck. “Picked them yourself?”

Felix turns his head to Jisung, his head inches away from his, eyes briefly flickering to Jisung’s lips before looking back into his eyes and nodding, humming out an affirmative.

At that moment, Changbin yells Felix’s name and gestures him over to a table where he’s sitting, and Felix sighs a little mournfully.

“Well, I’m needed elsewhere. Hope I’ll see you around later,” he purrs out, all smiles and big, innocent eyes, before he walks off.

“Fuck,” you whisper out as soon as he’s out of earshot, linking your arm with Minho’s. “The boy’s on a mission tonight.”

Minho just nods and Jisung chuckles, mumbling, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.”

“And he’s especially pretty tonight,” you murmur out, earning a wink from Jisung.

You look up at Minho, trying to read his expression, but he has schooled his face into a perfect poker face.

“Earth to Minho, wanna let us know how you’re feeling?” Minho blinks down at you, face still mostly neutral, but there’s turmoil in his big, dark eyes.

“I … I don’t know. For the first time, I … I want this, but,” he hesitates as he looks down at you and then at Jisung. “I know how you two feel.”

You swallow and exchange a look with Jisung. Minho is referring to the conversation you three had had late one night, the night when Jisung admitted how much he liked the idea of inviting other people into bed with you, of watching you fuck other people. It was a long, honest conversation, one where you were setting the terms for how this would work, should the opportunity ever present itself.

Minho had said back then that he was into the idea of sharing you and getting to watch, maybe even calling the shots, but he wasn’t interested in fucking anyone else. You at first didn’t want to admit it, but his assertion had filled you with relief. You weren’t sure why the thought of you with someone else was hot, why the thought of Jisung with someone else was hot as well, but the thought of Minho with someone else made you feel … well, jealous, scared, possessive, deep in the pit of your stomach. You didn’t say anything, but it must’ve shown in your face because Minho had gently turned your face to his, asking you what was wrong.

You had told him in a small voice, reassuring him that you knew it was unfair, that it felt weird to be fine with it but not for him to do it, but he had reassured you. Only then did Jisung admit to feeling the same way, sheepishly, boyish blush all over his cheeks. Minho had cuddled you two into his chest, where you stayed for a few minutes in silence. Surprisingly, it had been Jisung who had made the great point it might be because of Minho’s unique role in your (sexual) relationship – one of a protector and a dominant, the one with the level head when you and Jisung got in over your head, which you tended to do.

You didn’t discuss it all through, since Minho had reassured you that he wasn’t interested in engaging with it anyway, and it hadn’t come up, not with Hyunjin, not with Jeongin. But now you were faced with it, in the middle of this club.

You take a second to imagine it, cautiously letting your mind wander, imagining Minho’s demanding lips on Felix’s, his strong hands touching Felix the way he touched you, and it does make jealousy flare up, but it also sends an unexpected but familiar heat down your spine. You just know Felix would look so pretty on his knees, his face all flushed, the collar still around his throat …

You look at Jisung, and you’ve never been more grateful for your almost telepathic bond because you immediately see that he, too, doesn’t entirely hate the idea of this happening.

“I think we should try it,” you say carefully, eyes on Jisung until the latter nods, then looking at Minho, who blinks down at you and Jisung, visibly surprised.

“Huh? Are you sure?” he asks gently.

“As long as we can be … involved, I think it should be okay,” Jisung says, and you nod, adding “and lots of aftercare.”

Minho hums and looks from one of you to the other, eyes full of affection.

“You’re both involved. Lots of aftercare. Anything else?”

He asks it so tenderly you cuddle closer into his arm. Jisung takes Minho’s other hand, shaking his head.

“Nothing, I just want to get to kiss him, too, he’s so pretty,” you hum out and giggle, giving Minho a smirk.

“Oh, I’m happy to share him with you, princess, if you’re anything like you are with Ji sometimes, he’ll be begging for you in no time,” he smirks and presses a kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam of your lips.

Jisung on Minho’s other side huffs out an undignified scoff.

“No way is Lix getting both of you,” he pouts, and you giggle, patting his cheek, letting your thumb briefly rest on his plump bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, baby, you know we always take good care of you.”

You say it with a smirk, but Jisung still licks his lips, eyes a little hazy as he presses further into Minho.

“You better, or I will throw the biggest tantrum ever,” he pouts again.

And just like that, it’s settled, and Felix doesn’t even know how lucky he’s about to get.

You don’t see Felix again until an hour and a half later. All three of you are on your fourth glass from the magnum champagne bottle the club provided, tipsy and horny in the back of the VIP section. You’re perched on Minho’s lap, his hands on your ass and mouth on your neck while you’re making out with Jisung, who’s already whining into your mouth. You thank the universe for private clubs and private VIP sections.

Suddenly, you feel eyes on you and when you pull back from Jisung and turn around, you make eye contact with Felix, who is staring straight at the three of you with his lips slightly parted. He blushes when your eyes meet, but he doesn’t look away, keeping steady eye contact with you as you smile and crook your finger at him to come over.

You climb off Minho, scooting over to make space for Felix right in between you. He hesitates only for a second before plopping down between you.

Minho’s one arm is casually thrown over the back of the sofa behind Felix, the other rests around Jisung’s shoulders, who is leaning over Minho’s lap to eye up Felix almost curiously. You fold your legs underneath yourself as you turn your entire body to Felix. He looks a lot less bold now, wedged in between you with three pairs of eyes on him. His gaze darts from one of you to the other, a dark blush creeping over his cheeks.

Minho gives Jisung one last look, threading his hand soothingly into the hair on the back of his head, as he locks eyes with Felix. He gives him a smoulder that takes your breath away and makes Felix fidget where he’s sitting.

“I don’t think I’ve expressed how much I like your choice of accessories tonight,” Minho purrs out, and you watch Felix’s eyelashes flutter. You can’t help but smirk. You knew all too well how irresistible Minho was when he gave you all his attention.

“Yeah?” Felix breathes out, eyes glazed over slightly as he stares back at Minho. “What do you like about it?”

Minho chuckles, moving his hand from Jisung’s hair until it’s hovering close to Felix’s throat. Felix is barely breathing at this point, staring at Minho with parted lips. Minho taps one finger gently against Felix’s chin, before letting it trail down his throat until he reaches the collar. His touches are soft until he hooks his finger into the metal heart in the middle, and Felix lurches forward, choking down a groan.

Minho just chuckles again and raises an eyebrow at him. Felix flushes immediately.

“You shouldn’t wear something like this if you can’t handle the consequences, little boy,” Minho chides Felix, and Felix’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head.

“I … I can handle it,” he stutters out, hands digging into his thighs.

You had been watching the exchange with bated breath, absolutely mesmerised by your boyfriend wrapping Felix around his finger with no effort at all. Was it this hot when he did the same to you?

You look over at Jisung, who seems almost entirely gone, slack-jawed, rubbing his legs together as he stares at Minho and Felix. But tonight you’re not content with just watching.

You take advantage of Felix’s attention being almost entirely on Minho and lean over until your breath ghosts over Felix’s ear. You rest a gentle hand on his lithe waist.

“Are you sure, pretty boy? Wanna tell us exactly what you want?” you murmur into his ear, and he responds immediately, his body leaning back, trying to touch yours.

“I want all of it,” Felix breathes out, leaning into where your hand is ghosting over his body. “All of you. I can take it, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Minho nods and pats his cheek approvingly.

“Good boy. How about we take this conversation back to the hotel?”

Felix nods frantically and shoots to his feet.

As the four of you make your way out of the club, Felix’s gaze catches on Hyunjin, whose eyes are burning into his. But he doesn’t have the time to think about it too much before the four of you pile into a taxi, Jisung and you on either side of him, Minho in the front seat.

Minho starts chatting to the driver and Felix thinks he might get a second to compose himself, but that goes out the window when Jisung grabs his face and smashes his lips onto his.

Jisung’s lips are wet and soft but demanding, his tongue slipping in and out of Felix’s mouth in a way that makes Felix’s head spin.

“Hey bestie, we’ve been here before,” Jisung giggles between kisses, his hands exploring Felix’s shoulders and chest, fingers gripping the soft fabric of his shirt.

Felix almost forgets where he is until there is a different, smaller hand on his thigh, and he gasps into Jisung’s mouth. He hears you giggle as you drag your hand further and further up his thigh, until your fingers are ever so slightly brushing against his bulge. In the front seat, Minho is still chatting to the driver and Felix is trying his best not to moan when your hand comes to rub him through his jeans.

He’s already so overwhelmed by how good you and Jisung’s hands feel on him over his clothes, and he wonders briefly if he really can take all three of you without losing his mind.

When you arrive at the hotel, he scrambles out of the car, so hard in his jeans that he has trouble remembering his room number. But turns out he doesn’t have to because Minho guides him in through the doors and all the way into the elevator with his hands on his hips.

Somehow they make it into Minho’s room where Jisung throws himself down on one of the two big queen beds, kicking his shoes off and leaning back onto his arms, surveying the scene in front of him with a lazy grin.

Felix is standing in the middle of the room, suddenly feeling awkward in the presence of all three of you, but then Minho speaks up from where he’s leaning against the wall behind him, you tucked into his side.

“Right. If you ever want to stop, you say it and we stop and pretend this never happened,” he says calmly. “If you are good to keep going you say green, if you want to slow down, you say yellow, if you want to stop you say red.”

Felix nods at him and you unwind yourself from Minho’s side, walking over to Felix, coming to stand in front of him. Felix’s heart is in his throat.

“Hi,” you mumble sweetly, but your eyes are full of dark mischief. “We haven’t talked much yet, but I think you’re very pretty and I’d love to kiss you.”

Felix blushes at that, looking over at Minho before you place your soft hands on his face and turn him back to you, pressing your lips to his in a dizzying kiss. It’s exploratory, but much like Jisung, you know what you want. Your fingers find the loops of Felix’s jeans and grind him into you and when his lips part to gasp out, you slip your tongue into his mouth. His hands come to hold your body against his desperately.

It’s not as dirty as when you kiss Jisung, but Felix is pliant, letting you use his mouth however you please, body beautifully responsive to your ministrations. In a sudden surge of confidence, you wind your hand into Felix’s hair and rip him away from your mouth.

He stares at you starry-eyed, pupils blown, his lips still parted, and your spit slicked around his mouth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out. “I want you to spit in my mouth.”

You reward him with a smirk and Jisung giggles behind you.

“Another boy in love with your candy mouth, baby,” Jisung sighs out, but his giggle dies in his throat when Minho makes his way over to you and comes to stand behind Felix. Minho looks into your eyes, as if to check that you’re still fine with it all, and when you smile at him, he gently places his hands on Felix’s waist.

Felix’s eyelids flutter immediately, and he nearly stops breathing when Minho gently tugs his shirt from his jeans, slipping his hands under the fabric and letting them run over Felix’s heated skin.

“Before we start,” Minho asks without stopping the movement of his hands, letting his breath hit Felix’s neck when he speaks, “we usually fuck quite … hard. I’m gonna name some things and you can let me know if any of those things are a No for you, okay?”

Felix nods.

“I need to hear you say it, baby boy,” Minho murmurs right into Felix’s ear, and Felix’s whole body shudders.

“Yes, … hmm yes, sir,” he mumbles out, instinctively leaning back into Minho’s hands. You can see Minho blink and swallow hard, and you can tell he loves how obedient Felix is.

“Ah, I don’t have to ask about that, then,” Minho chuckles. “What about edging? Overstimulation? Spanking?”

Minho’s hands are still gliding all over his body, his breath fanning over Felix’s neck. You gently bring up your fingers and start undoing the buttons of Felix’s shirt, until it falls open, exposing his toned abs and slim waist.

“Spit? Praise? Choking?”

Felix starts fidgeting more and more, rubbing his crotch into where he’s still pressed against you.

“Degradation?”

“Oh god, please,” he whines out desperately, his voice slipping into a higher register already.

“Not much you’re not into, huh,” Minho observes, and Felix nods eagerly.

“I’ll do anything, I’ll be good, just please touch me, I’m so hard,” Felix rasps out, blinking hard, clearly trying to keep his composure.

“Slutty little boy,” you whisper and Felix keens. He surges forward, trying to connect his lips to yours, but Minho wraps his hand around his throat and pulls him back into his chest. Felix moans loudly.

Suddenly, you feel Jisung’s body behind you, pawing at your waist as he presses his hard bulge into your ass.

“You said Felix wouldn’t be getting all the attention,” he whines with a pout, and Minho chuckles, hand still wound around Felix’s neck loosely.

“He’s our guest, Ji, so you better be welcoming,” he chides and you feel Jisung huff out behind you. “But if you’re good now, you’ll get rewarded later.”

Jisung huffs out again, but you weave your fingers into his and bring his hands to your tits. Jisung wastes no time, kneading them, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress and your bra.

Minho glances at the two of you questioningly one last time and you nod at him. Jisung follows, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Minho turns Felix’s head to the side, making eye contact with the boy, before he kisses him hard.

You suck in a breath at the view. Minho kisses Felix like he always kissed – controlled, demanding and precise – and Felix leans into it, happily taking whatever Minho was willing to give him, his hand gripping at Minho’s arm helplessly, the other one blindly grabbing behind him, trying to hold on to something. It’s … hot ….

Jisung behind you seems to agree as he moans out quietly, hands skating all over your waist, rutting his hard bulge into your ass.

“Touch me, kiss me,” he whispers in your ear, his voice mirroring the desperate arousal burning in your belly, and you turn around, smashing your lips into his.

Kissing Jisung is your favourite thing on any given day, but nothing compares to the wet hot eagerness of his kisses when he's riled up like this. His fingers thread into your hair, tilting your head to the side, allowing him to lick deeper and deeper into your mouth. He whines desperately when your hands find the buttons of his shirt, fingering them open until you can push it off his shoulders. The cool air hitting his skin makes his whole body shiver under your hands and he growls into your mouth. You can tell he’s about to start devouring you, so put your hand on his smooth honey chest and push him back. He whines out at the loss of contact, pouting at you with spit slick lips. God, you loved him so much.

“We need to take care of Lixie, Ji,” you murmur soothingly, though you’re also trying to catch your breath, ignoring the pulsing heat between your legs. He always got you like this, so hazy and desperate that you could barely think straight. But it was mutual, the two of you getting each other so stupid until he was ripping your clothes off, fucking you on any available surface, fingers digging into your skin like he wanted to crawl inside of you. It was Minho who would keep you guys in line, keeping a level head when you got like this.

But today you know you want to make the most of the pliant boy you had brought in, the thought of being on top of the situation with Minho giving you a heady high already, and you hadn’t even started yet.

When you look over, Minho’s already staring at you, his dark eyes swimming with arousal and pride. Felix is looking at the two of you with wide eyes, fascinated with the scene in front of him. You turn your attention back to him, giving him a lazy smile as you gently smooth your hands over his chest and up his shoulders, until you can push the shirt off his shoulders, too.

“Help me with my dress, Ji?” you sweetly ask and blink up at Jisung, who immediately springs into action, leaving wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as he slides the zipper of your dress down your back. Felix’s gaze races across your exposed body as soon as the dress slips to the floor before meeting your eyes with a blush.

“Can I undress you, Lixie?” You murmur and he just nods frantically, watching as you take a step closer to him and start undoing his belt, pushing his tight jeans down his thighs.

In the meantime, Minho drags Jisung to him, pulling him into a searing kiss. Jisung whines into Minho’s mouth as his body melts into his, clumsily undressing Minho. Felix’s brain is already foggy and for a moment, all he can do is watch Jisung and Minho make out, fascinated with Minho’s large hands on Jisung’s waist, the way he’s nipping at Jisung’s lower lip as Jisung undoes his pants and rubs his hand over Minho’s bulge.

But then you let your fingers dance over Felix’s lower abdomen, and his head snaps over to you. You cup him through his boxers and his lips open in a gasp that you swallow with a kiss, as you teasingly work your fingers into his waistband and push his boxers down. Once he is entirely bare, you break away from his eager lips and look down. He’s pretty, not the longest, but a nice length and girth that you know would fill you up just right. He looks like he’s begging to be touched, the tip all red and angry and leaking.

You hum in approval, letting one finger drag along the underside of Felix’s dick, and he whines. But you don’t give him any more, instead pushing him backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he falls down unceremoniously. You straddle his waist and he whines when his dick brushes against your soft thigh.

“Can I touch you? Please?” He’s staring at you so pleadingly that you smile at him.

“Good boy, asking for permission,” you purr and let your nails drag down his pecs slightly. “You may.”

It doesn’t take him a second before his hand is in your hair and he’s pulling you into his lips with a groan. He kisses you like a man starved, hands all over you as he pulls you flush against his chest. You can feel his hardness get trapped in between you and he whines at the friction. His lips travel down your jaw and to your throat, where he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin until you’re whimpering. One of his hands finds your ass and he kneads it before letting his hand travel lower, his fingertips rubbing your core through your panties. You can’t help but keen at the touch, finding some relief in his gentle fingers.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Minho suddenly says from where he’s standing. His arm is firmly around Jisung, who’s sucking deep dark marks into Minho’s shoulder as Minho languidly strokes his dick.

“Join us, then,” you gasp out, grinding your hips down onto Felix’s fingers. Minho chuckles, removing his hands from Jisung, who stares up at him with glassy eyes.

Both you and Felix’s eyes are glued to Minho as he saunters over to the bed. He’s entirely naked, but he’s moving with the same confidence he always exhibits. He looks like a Greek God, broad, strong shoulders, gently tapered waist, thick thighs. His cock is hanging heavy between his legs, fully hard and leaking and it makes your mouth water. No matter how many times you see him naked, it takes your breath away every time.

“My eyes are up here, you know,” he scoffs out and you realise you and Felix had both just been staring at his body. Felix blushes, but you just roll your eyes.

“You love it.”

Minho hums and presses a kiss to your lips in passing, before he settles himself against the headboard. He looks at Felix and pats his lap.

“Come over here, little one,” he purrs out. “Back against my chest.”

You climb off Felix, whose eyes are still roaming all over Minho’s body, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. But somehow, on unstable hands and legs, he makes it to Minho, sitting down between his spread legs and gingerly leaning back.

Minho’s one hand starts gently stroking Felix’s arm while the other tips his head back so he can press his lips to Felix’s, licking into his mouth while his hands travel further and further south, until one of them wraps firmly around Felix’s dick.

Felix moans into his mouth, hips bucking into Minho’s hands as he finally gets the friction he’s been craving. Minho’s hand works skilfully and it’s making Felix dissolve into a twitching, moaning mess. But then he stops.

“Oh, oh no, please,” Felix whines out, hand pawing at Minho’s arm. Minho just chuckles at him again.

“Ji, baby, why don’t you come over and use your pretty mouth on our guest.”

Jisung, who had been standing where Minho left him, watching Minho and Felix, steadily stroking himself with his thumb in his mouth, nods eagerly and shuffles over to the bed, dropping to his knees readily.

He wastes no time and wraps his lips around Felix’s dick, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Felix moans. Minho still has Felix’s head turned towards himself, studying his face as Jisung pleasures him. You have to admit, Felix looks beautiful like that, all fucked out and pliable. Your hand creeps down and into your panties, dipping your fingers into the wetness that has been building for the last hours. You touch yourself gently, in the same rhythm that Jisung has set on Felix’s cock and it’s just enough to drive you a little bit mad.

“Ji, my darling, why don’t you prep this little boy so he’s ready to take my cock?” Minho asks sweetly, but demandingly, and Jisung whines before he pulls off and nods. He briefly gets up to grab the lube from the bedside table drawer before returning to the bed. Then he licks Felix’s cock one more time before he lets his nimble tongue run down Felix’s balls until it hits the tight ring of muscle.

Felix’s legs instinctively fall open, hips canting up to give Jisung better access, and Jisung takes the opportunity to push the tip of his tongue into Felix. He licks into Felix’s hole a few times before his lips come back to his dick, hands busy getting his fingers lubed up.

Felix is jelly in Minho’s arms, eyes rolled back into his head, legs spread, dick hard and leaking, a thin sheen of sweat on his chest.

When Jisung, with his tongue still swirling around Felix’s dick like it’s a lollipop, gently works a finger into Felix, the latter groans out so deeply and loudly you’re sure it’s audible three rooms down. But it’s so hot that you can’t care.

And it’s like Minho can read your mind when he coos out your name and crooks his finger to call you over. You pull your hands from your panties and crawl over to him on all fours, before he pulls you into a kiss. It’s hot and demanding, but it’s also comforting – it feels like his reminder that he loves you, despite what he’s doing to Felix, and it makes your chest ache with how much you adore him. When Minho pulls back, he takes your hand and brings it up to his lips. He sucks the two fingers that were just inside of you into his mouth with a groan.

Felix’s eyes are glued to you.

“You really like watching us, huh?” you ask with a smirk, and Felix just nods, little pants falling from his lips as Jisung fucks him open on his fingers.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he breathes out, but he cuts himself off and swallows down a moan.

“Don’t hold back, little boy, you need to tell us if we’re making you feel good,” Minho purrs out, fingers trailing along the collar on Felix’s neck. “Do you like Jisungie’s mouth? He’s got a real talent, don’t you think?”

Felix nods frantically, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Mhm … feels so, so good … ‘m already so close,” he presses out and you can see Jisung preen with the praise, swirling his tongue around Felix’s head before sinking down on him entirely as a reward. His hand presumably working more steadily now, too, because Felix is cursing and moaning even more. Minho shakes his head and you slip your fingers back into your heat, biting back a moan when they sink in with no resistance. Minho’s attention is back on Felix and Jisung now.

“Don’t let him cum, Ji baby. He’ll be cumming on my cock tonight. Slutty little baby, so demanding but already fucked dumb, huh?”

Felix whines again and nods, hazy, pleading eyes staring into Minho’s.

“Doing so well, Ji, baby boy,” Minho mumbles out, pride evident in the way he looks down at Jisung.

Jisung whines out as he pops off Felix’s dick. “I won’t last if you keep praising me like that,” he pants, wide eyes locking with Minho’s. You giggle at how ruined he looks.

Jisung jokingly glares at you, but his expression falters when he sees you have your fingers buried in yourself. You let your fingers swipe through your slick, and the lewd sound of it makes Jisung whine out in desperation.

“Lix is ready, can I please eat Y/Nies pussy, pleaseeee,” he pouts up at Minho, his lube slicked hand sliding over his own dick now as he waits for Minho’s permission, eyes darting over to you impatiently.

You sink two fingers into you with a sigh, making sure Jisung can hear the loud squelch. He whines out, hand squeezing his cock hard. Minho shakes his head, his own hand coming down to Felix’s dick that Jisung so readily abandoned.

“I give you some praise and all of a sudden, you stop what I told you to do, touch yourself without asking and are even making demands,” Minho scoffs, but his voice is softer than usual. “I’ll have to fuck the brat out of you after this, won’t I?”

Jisung’s eyes light up, licking his lips eagerly as he nods.

“You can punish me all you like. But please, she’s so wet,” he adds pleadingly, smirking at Minho.

“Fine,” Minho growls out and Jisung immediately gets up and pounces on you, pushing you onto your back, shoving his tongue into your mouth.

“Hey, my baby,” he mumbles in between kisses. He reaches behind you to undo your bra with one flick of his wrist, his devoted mouth never leaving yours.

You wind your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and sigh into him. “Hey, my love,” you whisper and he kisses you even harder. It feels almost too soon when he starts kissing from your mouth down your neck, nipping at one of your nipples, his sweet boba eyes looking up at you, before he slides down the rest of the way and slips your panties off your legs.

He presses one wet kiss to the inside of your thigh before he throws it over his shoulder and lets his pointer and middle finger swipe through your folds, parting them and then licking a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. You sigh out a moan, your head falling to the side to watch Minho and Felix as Jisung builds a beautiful rhythm, sucking your clit and licking into your entrance.

Felix had turned in Minho’s arms, hovering over him briefly before kissing him so deeply it sends jolts of electricity all through your body. Minho’s big hands are all racing over Felix’s body, and the desperation in his movements makes you clench around nothing. Jisung chuckles as he feels it, slipping two of his fingers inside of you with ease, the fulness of it ripping a moan from your chest.

Felix pulls away from Minho’s, kissing down his body, just like Jisung had just done to you. His kisses are less practiced and more eager, but Minho doesn’t seem to mind, his abs flexing in anticipation.

Felix takes his time ogling Minho’s cock, eyes wide as he runs his hands over Minho’s thick thighs, fingers digging into the muscles there.

“So big,” he mumbles, “don’t know if it’ll fit.” And then he suckles the tip of it between his plush lips, looking up at Minho with his big brown eyes. You can see how much it affects Minho by how his eyes flutter shut, his hand instinctively threading into Felix’s hair.

Jisung hums appreciatively between your legs when he sees Felix, but you’re almost too far gone to notice anything. Jisung knew you like the back of his hand and when he was unfocused, like he was now, he had the habit of unconsciously doing every single thing you loved all at the same time, instead of spacing it out, driving you to the brink of overstimulation.

“Ji, oh my god,” you whine out, embarrassingly loudly. Minho curses next to you, his eyes flicking from where Felix was blowing him like his life depended on it to where you were falling apart in Jisung’s mouth.

“You gonna cum in my mouth, baby?” Jisung mumbles out against your clit and you nod fervently. He angles his fingers upwards so he’s brushing against your g-spot, his lips wrapping around your clit and you feel the knot in your belly tighten and tighten. Minho beside you tries his best not to buck into Felix’s mouth, but Felix doesn’t seem to mind, taking Minho in his mouth all the way with every bob of his pretty head, satisfied hums rumbling out of his chest.

It’s too much, Jisung’s skilled tongue and Minho falling apart next to you and your orgasm builds fast before it finally takes over your body, white heat ripping through you, wanton whines and curses tumbling from your lips as Jisung rides you through it with a happy moan.

Next to you, Minho pulled Felix off his cock in a panic as you came, wrapping a tight fist around the base of his cock as, eyes screwed shut as he did everything in his power not to spill all over his hands. Felix watches him in awe, whispering out a quiet “fuck” when Minho finally blinks his eyes open, pupils blown entirely. Minho looks at him a little sheepishly, but there’s a fire in Felix’s eyes.

He crawls back up to Minho and places Minho’s hand on the collar that’s still around his throat. He chastely presses his lips against Minho’s once before he stares into his eyes.

“Please fuck me, sir, and fuck me hard, I need it,” he whispers out with this deep voice and Minho’s eyes sparkle as his hand tightens around Felix’s throat.

“On your hands and knees,” he orders, and Felix climbs off him with an eager blush on his face.

After helping you ride out your orgasm, Jisung had crawled back up to you, kissing you gently as you came down, his body draped over yours. In your hazy state, it took you a second to realise that he was slowly rutting his hard cock into your heat, head slipping through your folds, now and then prodding at your entrance, little sighs falling from his lips.

“Ji,” you gasp out when he ruts into you so hard he nearly slips into you, pawing at his chest, half giggling, half panting with the need to be filled.

But suddenly, Jisung is pulled off you by his hair with a squeal, Minho’s hand wrapping around his jaw, mouth brushing over the shell of his ear.

“Enough brattiness for one night, from now on, you do what I say,” he spits out and Jisung whines but nods, as much as he can with the vice grip Minho has on his jaw. It doesn’t seem to satisfy Minho, a harsh slap landing on Jisung’s ass, making him yelp out.

“What was that?” Minho hisses.

“Yes, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want,” Jisung blubbers out, dick twitching where it hangs.

Minho nods and suddenly lets him go, making Jisung tumble forwards, catching himself next to you.

“On your back against the headboard,” he orders, and Jisung follows the order with an eager blush on his face. He settles back against the headboard and watches expectantly as Minho beckons you over to him.

You sit up and scoot over and he cups your jaw, pressing a dirty kiss onto your lips.

“Want to help me with this one, princess?,” Minho purrs out, and when you realise what he means, you can’t help but grin as you nod at him. “Let’s make him fall apart.”

You pull him in for a quick but dirty kiss before he nods for you to go over to Jisung.

Felix is patiently kneeling on the bed, cock hard and leaking, as he watches Minho put all the puzzle pieces into place. He watches you smirk at Jisung before you straddle him with your back to him, instead facing Felix, and sink down onto Jisung’s cock. The stretch is just right and you bite back a satisfied sigh, doing your best to focus on the task at hand.

Minho winds his fingers into the back of Felix’s collar and pulls him backwards until Felix is staring up at him. Felix swallows, Adams apple bobbing violently.

“You’re about to get what you’ve been begging for. You think you can handle it?” Minho asks, and Felix nods desperately.

“‘was made for this,” Felix mumbles out. “Been dreaming about it all week.”

Minho’s hands pull at the collar harder, and Felix moans out, eyes glossing over slightly.

“Yeah? Been jerking your cock to the thought of me stretching out your little hole?”

Felix hums, a lazy smile gracing his features.

“Shameless,” Minho chuckles out, before harshly shoving Felix forward and onto all fours, where Felix comes face to face with you, sitting pretty on Jisung’s dick – Jisung’s dick that is pulsing inside of you. His hands paw at your hips needily, begging you to move in a quiet voice.

But you ignore him, instead giving Felix a sweet little smile, letting your fingers trace his pretty face while Minho pulls out a condom from the nightstand (a detail that doesn’t escape you) before slipping it on and lubing himself up. He slips two fingers into Felix and Felix’s reaction is instant, hips pushing back onto Minho’s fingers, chasing the fulness.

“Fucking pathetic little cockslut,” Minho spits out, but you can see how much he loves it. You keep your eyes on Felix as Minho lines himself up and slowly pushes into Felix’s tight ass. Felix’s reaction right in front of your eyes is priceless – his arms are trembling, eyes rolling into the back of his head as a low groan rumbles from his chest.

“So … so big,” he groans out, mouth falling open when Minho experimentally ruts into him, a string of curses falling from his lips. You can’t help but clench around Jisung, making the latter curse out behind you, hips bucking into you in search of friction.

Felix pushes himself back against Minho and Minho takes the hint, snapping his hips into Felix’s ass deep and hard, punching a throaty moan out of Felix with every thrust. Minho slips his fingers into the collar and pulls at it slightly, restricting Felix’s airflow just a bit, and a shudder runs through him.

“Harder, harder,” Felix begs, his back arching, beautifully following the direction Minho is pulling him in.

And god, he’s loud. Felix’s deep, rumbling moans are bouncing off the wall, he’s not even trying to keep them in. He’s completely lost in the pleasure of it all and it turns you on so much you can’t help but start grinding into Jisung, who mewls out at finally getting the friction he needs, hands digging into your hips as he helps you along.

But then Minho lets go of Felix’s collar and Felix’s head falls forward, his glassy eyes locking with yours and you lean forward just enough to press a messy kiss onto his lips, licking into his mouth as Minho starts fucking Felix even harder. You let your fingers trace over his chest until you find one of his pebbled nipples, running your finger over it. It makes Felix’s entire body break out in a shudder, lips parting from yours to let out a guttural moan.

“Yes, God, yes, ‘m so sensitive,” he mumbles and you smile at him, before you gently pinch his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger. Felix spasms and seems to clench around Minho, judging by the groan Minho lets out.

“Good boy,” you whisper and Felix’s big, glassy eyes snap to you as he whimpers, and you swear it’s one of the prettiest things you’ve ever heard.

You pinch his other nipple before placing your fingers on his bottom lip.

“Be a good baby boy and suck,” you mutter out, and Felix opens his mouth immediately, lapping at your fingers so eagerly that you wish it was your clit he was sucking on. You’re still lazily rolling your hips onto Jisung, who is thrashing underneath you, the friction enough to make him so sensitive everything in him screams at him to flip you over and rail you into the mattress. But you are completely focused on Felix, cunt getting wetter and wetter with every one of Felix’s moans, just using Jisung; he tells himself to make a mental note to figure out why the fuck it turns him on this much that you are paying zero attention to him.

You’re blissfully unaware of Jisung’s turmoil, eyes fixed on Felix, whose tongue is still swirling around your digits, cheeks hollowing, basically blowing your fingers for his own enjoyment as Minho pounds into him. With every passing second, you see Felix slip more and more into the floaty space that you know so well, drool dripping past your fingers as he moans loudly around them.

You pull them out, smearing his spit over his pouty lips and Felix looks absolutely wrecked, mouth falling open as he whines out, “Hnng … please give me more, Mommy, I can take it. Mommy pleaeeeease”.

“Oh my god,” Jisung gasps out behind you, “what the fuck what the fuck what the …” and then his hips stutter and Jisung cums deep inside of you with a choked groan, Minho rumbling out a groan as his hips falter briefly. You grab Jisung’s hand from your hip as you ride him through it, while the other hand comes back to Felix’s mouth, shoving your fingers deep into him, making him moan around you.

When Jisung is spent, you focus all your energy on Felix, the need to guide him through his pleasure all encompassing. You make eye contact with Minho and he nods at you, a lot more frantically than earlier, and you know he’s close.

You lift yourself off Jisung gently, ignoring the sensation of his release dripping out of you, and tower over Felix. You wrap your hand around his throat, forcing him off his hands, arching his back as he holds on to your shoulders for dear life. The new angle has both him and Minho groan out, Minho able to rut into him even deeper. You tilt Felix’s head back just a little more.

“Look at me,” you purr out and Felix pries his eyes open, though you can see he’s barely there, tears collecting at the corners of his eyes.

“Open your mouth for mommy,” you order, and Felix complies, parting his lips and sticking out his tongue as you let a glob of spit drop from your lips into his mouth. Felix whimpers as he swallows it down, one tear rolling down his cheek.

“You close, baby boy?” you ask, and he nods desperately. “Then cum.”

You wrap one hand around his neck, squeezing the side of his throat as your other hand wraps around his throbbing cock. It only takes a few tugs of your hand before Felix is coming undone, choking out loud moans and a litany of ‘mommy’s as he spills thick ropes of cum over your hand.

Minho nearly folds when Felix clenches around him, but he has barely been able to think straight ever since you had slipped your fingers into Felix’s mouth. So as soon as Felix is entirely spent, Minho pulls out of him as gently as he can, guiding him to lie down, before he rips the condom off his cock and pounces on you, pushing you into the pillows next to Jisung, who’s still entirely fucked out and just watches you with a lazy smile.

There’s nothing hesitant about how Minho licks into your mouth, folds you in half and slips into you, bottoming out immediately. He groans of the feeling of you raw, all slick and hot with Jisung’s release. He fucks into you hard and fast, chasing his release at the same time as yours, which he can feel fast approaching. His fingers come down to rub your clit as he pounds into you at an angle that has him hitting your sweet spot mercilessly, punching wet moans out of you with every thrust.

“Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re domming,” he mumbles into your neck. “Such a … fuck, such a good mommy.”

He curses out when you clench around him, the flutter of your walls telling him you’re nearly there.

“Love you so much, gonna breed you and make you a mommy one day,” he babbles out and before he can regret it you’re suddenly cumming around him, creaming all over his cock, and he lets go, the coil in his abdomen finally snapping as he shoots hot ropes of cum deep inside of you.

His face is buried in the tangle of your hair in your neck and he’s breathing in the heady scent of your sex-slick body as he’s catching his breath, helping ground him enough to be able to pull back. When he does, you’re smiling at him lazily.

“I love you,” you whisper and he smiles at you.

“I love you, too,” he murmurs back before gently pulling out. You sit up gingerly, shaking your hair out of your face.

“How about you take care of Ji, make sure he knows you love him, too, and I’ll clean up Felix,” you suggest and Minho nods, eyes glassy as he kisses you one more time, his fingers digging into the skin of your jaw as he pulls you into his mouth shakily.

But that’s what you do, Minho mumbling sweet nothings to Jisung as he gently wipes him down and presses kisses to his face, you gently cleaning up Felix before pulling him into a cuddle, gently coaxing him out of his subspace until he’s smiling up at you dopily.

“That was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Can we do it again?”

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Love Language

Summary: Your boyfriend obviously loves you, but his silence has you questioning if he *wants* you. If you could only get past your damn insecurities maybe you could appreciate what you have.  SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF

Pairings: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: it’s fucking explicit. 21+

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral (both receiving), butt stuff (male receiving, its mild ass play during a blowjob don’t freak out), sex toys, angsty dumbass reader, sweet sweet patient saint of a man Yoongi 

Word count: 5,325

A/N: i’m sorry that nothing i write will ever be as good as Sorry, bae. Enjoy this mess anyway. ILY. 

He’s quiet. He’s always quiet. You’re a mess beneath him, all heavy panting and desperate pleas. He asks no questions, offers no endearments, the only sound he makes is his labored breath. You can barely tell when he cums. You have to watch him closely, try to catch that tick in his jaw before it happens. The only other tell is when his release starts dripping down your ass or if he goes soft. He doesn’t talk you through it, doesn’t tell you how good it feels. He’s quiet. This time is no different. You really should be used to it by now, but some small part of you sees it as failure. You wonder if he’s really enjoying himself more and more lately. He fucks you so good you can’t control the litany of filth spilling from your mouth, and somehow he remains stoic. His silence makes you feel self conscious. You tell yourself you’re not going to moan this time every time he sinks into your core. You never make it more than a few thrusts before you’re singing his praises. Doesn’t it feel that good for him?

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You Scare Me - Peter Parker

summery: she had known him for so long, wasn’t it meant to be obvious that every night he snuck out of his bedroom to save the world? 

pairing: Taylor Hayes x Peter Parker

words: 1.7k

warnings: heartbreak, angst

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They were friends before Tony Stark laid down his life for the greater good of humanity, before elementals shattered a city, and long before Peter Parker ever identified as Spiderman. When they were just kids in a concrete city she would climb into his room, curious eyes wide and ready for an adventure. When they were teenagers, it was no surprise to anybody that beneath the big apple’s influence they fell in love. It was young and it was cherished, until it wasn’t. 

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