#please ignore the fact I messed up and accidentally made the corner crooked it’s not real guys

[gayandloveableperidot]

Back patch I started for a new vest

[junicai]

Relationship with NCT 127

➣ Taeil ☾ taria 

taeil is the Sole Protector of aria’s sanity 

taeil loves his maknaes so much, but he literally looks at her like she put the stars in the sky 

the Proud Dad smile :’)

when aria first debuted, czennies thought that she was the same age as jungwoo - because she acted older than her age - but with taeil she lets her inner kid come out 

highkey dependent on his approval for things in relation to singing

“was, was that ok?” “perfect, ari.”  “ (O_O;)  - (◕‿◕)♡”

she will fight mark and donghyuck for his attention, and she will win

for a while, the two had shared a dorm room before they were rearranged, and taeil let her slip into his bed when she was feeling homesick 

the offer is still open, but aria takes him up on it less and less

taeil is NOT sad about that. absolutely not.

he’s vehemently against any and all diets she tries - saying that if she gets any smaller he’s going to be able to pick her up with one hand

que him dragging her out for ice-cream after a promotion, paying no mind to her protests

aria helps taeil with translating a lot of things into english during lives and interviews - so much to the point where he’s picked up a bit of an irish accent and the others never fail to clown him for it 

taeil still has the small braided bracelet that aria gave to the members on their first anniversary of nct (he keeps it in the drawer beside his bed)

aria is his self-professed happy virus. he told czennies in a vlive once that her smile makes him feel really happy and he wants to protect it to the best of his ability

aria always fixes his micpack before they go onstage if its crooked, because she comes out after him in the lineup

they have monthly movie nights and they alternate who chooses the movie / show (taeil normally goes for mystery or drama themed ones, while aria enjoys making them both sob miserably)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria and taeil singing “I See the Light” from tangled for the NCT Music channel, and the tears that were shed by both moonis and realtai alike. sm really popped off with the staging and the lighting of the whole video - between the smiles that were on both of the singers faces and the whole ambiance created, its a cinematic masterpiece 

no one was surprised when it hit 2 million views in a day, and a lot of solo stans were born from that video

➣ Johnny ☾ johria

indisputable siblings 

there is not a single czennie who ships these two romantically, and that’s because they’re just too wholesome 

johnny is one of the few members that aria calls “oppa”, mainly because of the age gap and sm wanted her to appear respectful, but also because he thinks she looks so cute

very chill, excellent vibes

their vlives are either chaotic messes or the closest thing to therapy since ice cubes 

the blanket on aria’s bed? that was a gift from johnny - she had been complaining to mark about how cold she always was anemia tings

czennies are begging for sm to allow aria to open up a solo instagram account, becuse they see the amount of pictures johnny takes of her

in the park? he’s making her pose in front of the flowers. backstage before a show? the lighting, c’mon.

big big bear hugs - the height difference make nctzens want to die 

185cm vs 158cm? p l e a s e she’s so tiny in comparison  (/ =ω=)/

when she gives him backhugs it looks like a little kitten trying to wrestle with the family dog 

play fighting about vernacular:

“ITS CALLED A SIDEWALK” “S I D E W A L K, ITS A FOOTPATH YOU BUFFOON”

very vocal about her wellbeing, and has asked fans before to remind her to take better care of herself and get to sleep sooner

aria, starting a vlive at 3am: hi hi~

the comments: NO GO TO BED

johnny helped her a lot when it came to the style change in choreography, as aria was used to soft, flowing movements and not the powerful, sleek style that most nct dances have 

consistently forgets the fact that she is not the fourteen year old he first met, and is, in fact, an adult now. “you’re a child” “im 18″ “...no”

is the person to get angry on her behalf when interviewers belittle or ignore her 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

during a fansign, a fan asked aria who did she think was the most comforting when she was stressed (besides mark and donghyuck) and aria said johnny. “he’s so, constant? like nothing seems to knock him or throw him off, and that’s really comforting when i feel unsteady.”

johnny is now known as aria’s weighted blanket. 

that is all. 

➣ Taeyong ☾ ariyong

taeyong took one look at aria the first time she showed up for group practice and immediately adopted her (not literally, but he would if he could)

eomma meets highly protective older brother meets life coach type beat? 

so so soft for her its sickening 

says he doesn’t have favourites and will then spend an hour cooking for aria because she’s been in the studio for the whole day and he knows she hasn’t eaten yet

when aria was given a duet to do for the sm stages, she had to pick another member to do it with and her first choice was taeyong

she always has said that taeyong is one of the pillars keeping her upright and sane - without him she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to complete her training

because of all the schedules they share together, if aria isn’t rooming with mark then she’s definitely rooming with taeyong

whenever she does his makeup (more often than you’d think) she point blank refuses to cover his scar, even when he asks her to 

“please? i don’t like it.” *gasp* “how dare you.” 

sleepy aria! snuggling into taeyong’s shoulder when a schedule ran late! 

he gets uncomfy when the stylists put her in too revealing clothes, and has spoken to them on numerous occasions about dressing her in age-appropriate attire, no matter how “sexy” the concept might be 

he keeps little bags of sugar-dusted strawberry sweets in his bag incase she forgets to eat and feels faint after the last time (they used to be blueberry flavoured, but he heard donghyuck throwing out any and all “blueberry-contaminated” food one evening)

taeyong doesn’t tolerate hate towards aria, especially in person, so he always makes sure to sit down the line from her so that he can see when people skip intentionally her

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

taeyong had just been awarded the solo bedroom on the last night of the Mtopia series, and was staring off into the corner looking rather uncomfortable. aria, who was meant to be rooming with baekhyun looked over and saw his mouth curled downwards slightly. 

“baekhyun-oppa, is it ok if i room with taeyongie-oppa tonight? i ran out of my tablets, and he has some in his bag..” 

baekhyun looked down at her with a small smile and agreed, while on the video edited captions appeared with the words, “a cute maknae, asking to room with a younger member...”

➣ Yuta ☾ nakamiya

the president of realtai 

this man is absolutely, completely and irrevocably whipped for aria and she is not afraid to use that to her advantage

she beat him at arm wrestling because she pouted at him - she’s too powerful 

aria.exe stopped responding when yuta started to playfully flirt with her the first few times

*winks* “hu-wha-”

one of the most outwardly protective members of her, because he feels a sense of responsibility for the younger girl

he was one of the trainees she first befriended, aria’s korean not being good enough to hold a decent conversation, and yuta happy that there was another japanese trainee 

9 times out of 10, when the members are making their way through crowded areas like airports yuta is always behind or directly beside aria

during a fansign one of the fans asked why he did that, and he said that he needed to keep her in his line of sight or else he’d get anxious that she’s so small that she could get swallowed in the crowds 

yes aria hit him for the short comment 

yuta, 50% of the time: you’re not allowed date until you’re 35

yuta, the other 50% of the time: bro where’s your boyfriend

he complains that she isn’t as sweet as she was when she first joined, and that hyuck must have corrupted her (╬ Ò﹏Ó)

he let’s her braid his hair when its longer, them both sitting on a bed with yuta in front and aria kneeling behind him so she can reach 

he was the first person to take her home for the holidays, because ireland was too far to go back for a week over christmas 

“what do you mean you’ve never been to japan???” 

bitching about the other members in japanese? more likely than you’d think 

when aria turned legal in korea, yuta took her out drinking and made sure to post pictures of her with her flushed cheeks on his instagram story with the caption “aish, i told you to pace yourself....” “happy birthday riri”

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

you know that one clip of the sasaeng getting absolutely trashed by nct’s bodyguard and taeyong jumping 7 feet into the air? 

well taeyong wasn’t the only one startled; standing beside yuta, aria was closest to the wall of fans when the girl ran forward towards the members. aria jumped in fright, while yuta barely made a face (#unbothered). he simply wrapped an arm over her shoulders and pulled her around to the other side, tucking her underneath his arm.

tsundere!yuta

➣ Doyoung ☾ dori

*ahem* WHIPPED *ahem*

doyoung adores aria so much 

was he unsure about a girl being added to a group of boys? yes but it was moreso concern about how he was going to make sure she wasn’t accidentally trampled

they bonded over a night in the recording studio when he found her sitting on the floor with music sheets scattered around her 

a whole mentor when it comes to singing 

aria always turns to him after singing - especially when it wasn’t planned, like at a fansign - to see if she did a good job

doyoung has yet to tell her that she hasn’t but sue her, she appreciates the validation

the original mother and Will Not Let Taeyong Forget It

doyoung, dragging aria out of the studio: now listen here young lady-

kitten and bunny friends RISE

no seriously sm released merch of a kitten and bunny plushie and it sold out in a day

when aria had the accident that led to her two month hiatus, doyoung was the one who rode in the ambulance with her after refusing to let go of her hand 

“i’m sorry sir, only family are allowed in at the moment-” “we are her family” *nurse looks around the room at the 14 other boys sitting anxiously*

he is a weak, weak man he will crumple on any decision if she smiles and slash or whines at him even slightly 

carries band-aids and support strapping in his practice bag because he knows that she gets really bad blisters when she hasn’t practiced while wearing her heels in a while, and he makes her wrap her ankles for the first few sessions incase she falls 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENTS.

NCT 127 Take a Friendship Test (Glamour - 2020)

“ahh, my first impression?” *laughs* “actually, we first met in a recording studio, at like. 3 o’clock in the morning? he stuck his head in the doorway and i was so tired that i thought i had died and an angel had come to save me...”  (*μ_μ) 

➣ Jaehyun ☾ jaria

you know how cheetahs in the zoo get emotionally support puppies?

this is the same type of vibe

very snuggly together? but only in specific scenarios, like when jaehyun is too tired to move after a movie night, he’ll just kinda engulf aria in a hug and make her sleep on the couch with him 

any back hug she gives him turns into a piggy back, its non-negotiable 

likes to randomly compliment her to see how red he can make her face go

did she have a crush on him when she first moved to korea? yes, but who didn’t

that faded really quickly though once she started into the group officially - now they are more like siblings

they don’t interact that much on camera? rip to the jaria shippers

but that doesn’t mean they aren’t close with each other its just that a lot of their interactions happen off-screen

naturally, jaehyun began to think of her as a younger sister over the years they performed together 

jaehyun will end anybody who lays a hand on aria 

a little bap bap if you will 

he asked her to take him ice-skating one day, and the entire time was spent with aria laughing her ass off as he ate the ice nearly fourteen times before getting the hang of it 

he takes her out for food when he notices that she’s been put back on a strict diet plan (aria thinks she’s good at hiding those pieces of paper, but she forgets that when she puts it on top of things, that other people are a lot taller than her and have a higher vantage point)

the prince and princess of nct? check 

head pats

he likes to pat her head and she’ll swat it away immediately until she gets tired and just lets him do his thing 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

jaehyun was wearing a flower crown placed carefully on his head as he bent down slightly to run his hands through the damp grass. a soft shutter sound went off, before he heard a hum coming from behind him. “jaehyun-ssi, could you take off the flowers? we can’t see your face clearly because of the shadow.”

jaehyun glanced backwards at aria’s retreating figure, being chased by donghyuck with hands still stained green from the grass she had shifted through to find the fallen flowers. she stopped and waved at him before resuming her run.

“i’d rather not, if that’s alright. i think it fits quite well with the theme.”

➣ Jungwoo ☾ ariwoo

oh my god someone please stop these two

once jungwoo taught aria about the power that aegyo holds for persuasion tactics against the older members of 127, they were unstoppable 

you should be afraid of them

100% have plotted someone’s murder before (and have succeeded, czennies always wondered where that last manager went after The Incident)

aggressively cute together - to the point where your teeth will rot 

jungwoo will intentionally flirt with aria just to fluster her because its “so easy to do”

not very physically affectionate, but jungwoo has no hesitation calling out “uri fighting haeyadwae!” to her when she looks like she needs a little encouragement 

jungwoo is the reason she wants to do a bachelors degree after finishing high school 

he used to help her with her maths assignments after school when she was struggling with managing her time 

they’re called the “aegyo duo” of the group, and there has yet to be an outright winner of the competitions to find the cutest member (its aria. jungwoo said it himself, its aria but we been knew)

they have an odd dynamic of looking like best friends the first second, evil masterminds the next and then siblings who want to murder each other but they make it work 

will and has flopped down on her while she was laying on the practice floor and then whined when she tried to get up 

he spilled the tea that aria gets super emotional and affectionate when she’s drunk 

cutest shit ever that made ariwoo shippers lose their absolute minds was the clip that got released in the behind the scenes filming of Kick It, where jungwoo was half asleep in the corner and aria just pops up out of nowhere to shove a folded jacket under his head and made sure to prop it in a way that he wouldn’t get a sore neck when he woke up

jungwoo is the reason she knows korean curse words (dont tell doyoung)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

aria wobbled in her heels slightly as she stepped out of the van, trying to hold a blanket up to protect her legs while she slid off the seat onto the ground. jungwoo extended an arm around her waist, gripping the blanket in his other hand and carefully holding her to make sure she didn’t trip on the cobbled stone.

➣ Mark ☾ mari

1/2 of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny 

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable 

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible 

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired 

mari being confused in foreigner: ??? 

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?” 

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi 

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile(tm)

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it” 

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself 

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc. 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합... 結合..... le chéile.... le... le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”

and thus, a new confusion meme was born

➣ Haechan ☾ arichan

the other half of the best friend crew

absolute heathens to be around when they are together 

donghyuck is the person aria is closest to, and someone she’d call her best friend (only when she was sure he wouldn’t hear her)

she calls him “the demon child i can���t get rid of” but will, and has definitely pouted when he ignored her for too long 

generally aria is a pretty soft spoken person, but not with hyuck around - he brings out all her chaos energy (please pray for the patience of dotae)

the pair have a little tradition of kissing the back of each others’ hands before going on stage for good luck. they can’t even remember how it started, but now its an unnegotiable pre-show ritual

he’s so clingy with her absolutely everywhere its painfully adorable  (ಥ﹏ಥ)

interviews? hyuck has a hand on her knee, or if she’s wearing a skirt he’s tucked his hand in between their chairs so she can hold it discreetly. in the dorms? full body tackle onto the couch, where he proceeds to lay on top of her completely. 

because of hyuck’s nickname being the sun, and aria always being around him, czennies gave her the nickname “moon” to go with him

fans thought that aria was older than hyuck for a good year and a half before she released her birthday on a vlive, because she’s normally the one tasked with reigning his chaotic energy in during promotions (that is, if she hasn’t already joined him)

but off-camera, aria is absolutely hyuck’s baby there is no disputing that. aria’s sad?he’s there with ice-cream and a blanket and a baseball bat.

the winnie the pooh character that is on aria’s bed was a gift from hyuck for her 17th birthday, after she made him watch seven episodes of the show on netflix with her one night 

yes he complained, but he slapped her hand away when she went to change it to something else 

a twitter thread of a czennie comparing their horoscopes together went viral when people realized that it was quite plausible that the pair were each others (platonic) soulmates 

after an incident involving blueberries, donghyuck took it upon himself to check the ingredients of every. single. food item in their dorm to make sure it was ok for her to eat 

hyuck clowns her for her irish accent, and aria curses him out in japanese

tldr: they cute or whatever 

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT. 

donghyuck was doing a vlive in his bedroom, sitting and talking to czennies when aria opened the door to his room quietly. she didn’t say anything, just waved slightly with almost closed eyes before she crawled underneath his covers and tucked her plushie underneath her chin. hyuck didn’t even blink at it - so it must have been a regular occurrence.

[obsessedwithbbandsuju]

No Strings Attached

Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were sprawled on the couch of the dressing room in a messy, uncoordinated tangle of limbs. Their bodies were pressed almost unnaturally close to each other, as if trying to meld into one being with all the desperation of burning lovers.

Pairing: Park Jungsoo/Son Taeyeon/Kim Heechul

Warnings: Explicit smut, threesome, two dicks & one body (y’all know where this goes), mentions of parental emotional neglect

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oppa: a term used by a female to refer to a male, older than her, that she is close to

sshi: a Korean honorific used when the speaker is relatively unfamiliar with the object of their words, usually regardless of age

sunbaenim: a term used by a junior to refer to a senior in the industry

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She waved goodbye to Yesung-oppa as he got into the van. He responded in kind, a smile flashing across his handsome face before the door slid shut and his manager stepped on the gas. The car pulled away from the driveway, and Taeyeon watched it become smaller and smaller as the distance between it and the building grew.

Minus Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa, the rest of the present members of Super Junior had all left. Taeyeon had a habit of leaving shooting locations late; fitting for her admittedly control freak tendencies, she wanted to make sure everything was in order and the staff were comfortable as they wrapped up the set. It was common for her to leave at least an hour after everyone else, almost to the point that she felt uncomfortable when anyone was left after her.

Now, where were Heechul-oppa and Leeteuk-oppa? The former wasn’t the type to stay later like this, and the latter, though often taking a bit more time to leave, didn’t usually stick around so long, either. The last time Taeyeon had seen them, they’d been getting their makeup cleaned off by their stylists, as Taeyeon had earlier. Maybe they’d already left?

As Taeyeon trudged through the halls, she took advantage of the quiet and time alone to reflect on the filming that had gone on today. It was definitely something she would look back on fondly in the near future – awkward, yes, having to play the titular devil of Super Junior’s song and pinning Yesung-oppa against the hood of a car while whispering in his ear, but she’d become closer to her senior for it. She liked Yesung-oppa; he was patient, funny, professional, and good-natured – the type of person that fit right into the chaotic mess that was Super Junior.

She passed by some of the staff, starting to pack up their equipment, and smiled at them, wishing them a good night. Retracing her steps back to her now-empty dressing room, as she’d earlier told her own stylist Sohee that she could get off early (since her sister, Dakyung, who lived in Japan, was getting married and she had to catch a flight), Taeyeon opened the door and froze. Blinked. Not quite surprised at what she saw, per se, but definitely surprised that it was happening here of all places.

Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were sprawled on the couch of the dressing room in a messy, uncoordinated tangle of limbs. Their bodies were pressed almost unnaturally close to each other, as if trying to meld into one being with all the desperation of burning lovers.

Because that was what they were. Lovers. Their clothes were strewn without rhyme and reason on the ground, expensive costumes scattered about the cold floor like they couldn’t possibly be of less consequence. Jungsoo-oppa was splayed on top of Heechul-oppa, the latter’s legs spread wide for the former, his head thrown back on the pillow in ecstasy and a cock drilling inside him, even as the two men’s gazes found her, still standing frozen at the doorway.

It took less than a second for a countless number of somethings to flash in Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa’s gazes – shock, mortification, shame, defiance, panic, and others that Taeyeon couldn’t identify or flickered too fast for her to comprehend. But glazed over it all, making their eyes glassy and their pupils dilate, was bliss, shining like a beacon in the two men’s eyes.

Bliss.

Bliss.

Heechul-oppa’s eyes slammed shut as he cried out, turning away from Taeyeon to bury his face in the crook between Jungsoo-oppa’s sweaty neck and shoulder. His entire body twitched and spasmed, and she didn’t need to see for herself to know that his insides were clenching around his lover’s cock. Riled by the other man’s orgasm, Jungsoo-oppa let out a sharp, choked moan, shuddering and seizing as the muscles of his pelvis visibly tensed to drive himself into the deepest point of his fellow member. Taeyeon didn’t need anyone to tell her what had happened then, either.

And she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel the area between her legs tingle slightly at the sight.

As Jungsoo-oppa collapsed on top of Heechul-oppa, both men heaving as they caught their breath and turned identical stares full of an odd mixture of chagrin and hazy desire at her, she inhaled deeply, not quite certain what she was supposed to do in this situation.

“Taeyeon-sshi?” The voice of the director rang from around the corner. Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa tensed considerably, and Taeyeon practically saw their instinct to jump apart from each other and hide, but that would expose both of them to her eyes completely, and that, well – she could see why it was embarrassing and made them slow to act.

Fortunately for them, she wasn’t. She slipped into the room and closed the door behind her, grimacing at the awkward realization that she was about to be alone with two naked men who happened to be two of her closest friends. It wasn’t like she was completely averse to it, because, if she was being honest with herself, she had become attracted to both of them, and she was almost certain that they had both become attracted to her, too. The little glances that flitted between them, the sparks that seemed to fly when their fingers accidentally brushed or their shoulders unintentionally bumped, the sudden and subtle awkwardness with which Jungsoo-oppa acted around her since last month, and the abrupt realization that Heechul-oppa had at some point two months ago begun staring at her with eyes a little too dark to be proper when looking at a friend – they all made words unnecessary.

But did she ever think she’d end up in this situation? No. Taeyeon wasn’t surprised at the fact in itself that Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were also a little more than friends. It was just a little bit less than obvious to her, really, and it surprised her sometimes, how not many other people seemed to see it. The air between them was absolutely charged with tension. The way that they looked at each other – like they were looking at a person whom they were confident as being completely, utterly on their side – that said much more than just simple friends.

No, she wasn’t surprised that they were having sex.

But she was surprised that the first time she’d received visual confirmation of her suspicion, it was taking place in her dressing room, the possibility of being walked in on far too likely for anyone’s taste. Maybe that was part of what got them off, but were they stupid? Didn’t they get the risk of doing this here?

She glared at them as she flicked the lock of the door dismissively with her pinky finger. They met her gaze defiantly, although the shame flashing in their eyes told her that they thought she was glaring at the fact that they were having sex in itself, rather than the utter idiocy of the circumstances behind it.

“Taeyeon-sshi?” The voice was outside the door now. “Taeyeon-sshi, are you in there?”

Taeyeon pressed her index finger to her lips, looking pointedly at Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa. Maybe it was unnecessary, maybe it was only common sense to be quiet in a situation like this, but Taeyeon wasn’t sure how much trust she had left in their intelligence after they decided that fucking in her dressing room was a good idea. She pointedly ignored the vaguely offended expressions floating over their faces at her reminding them something that should be obvious.

But then again, so should the thought that maybe, just maybe, having sex with one of your members in a place where you could be seen was not – just might not be – a good idea.

The three of them remained completely silent until they heard footsteps walking away from the door and down the hall. Taeyeon pressed her ear carefully against the wood, listening to the sound of the producer moving further and further away until she could no longer hear him at all. Then she turned back to the two men, her eyes saying everything she needed to say.

Jungsoo-oppa spoke first. He seemed unsure of what to do; not willing to get off Heechul and flash her with their completely naked bodies, but also not exactly pleased in this compromising situation. The awkward tense of both their muscles let her know that they were both trying hard to prevent certain fluids from staining the furniture.  

“Thanks,” he muttered, his voice raw from all the moaning and groaning that he and Heechul had no doubt been up to. “For that save.”

Heechul-oppa, by far the more shameless of the two, was staring patronizingly right back at Taeyeon, refusing to look away. Still, she knew him well enough by now to know he was embarrassed, just much better at hiding it than Jungsoo-oppa, whose expression was growing more awkward and conflicted by the second.

“I wouldn’t have had to save you if you two weren’t stupider than I can express in words,” Taeyeon said bluntly, deliberately refusing to let her eyes trail down their naked bodies. Those muscled arms, those chiseled backs, those toned legs – she wouldn’t look at them, not without permission. But she wasn’t going to look away from their faces either; the two men were far from off the hook. Their fucking, as passionate and enjoyable as it had seemed from that glimpse she’d gotten, had not impressed her in the slightest with its utter absence of discretion.

After a music video shoot, no less! How could they be so careless?

“You aren’t wrong…” Jungsoo-oppa muttered. At least he had the decency to admit it – Heechul-oppa just stared. Taeyeon met his dark brown eyes, not challengingly, but confidently, letting him know that she wasn’t going to cave until he gave some sign of the shame that she knew he was feeling.

She blinked as the sudden observation that it wasn’t with brazenness that Heechul-oppa was looking at her, not anymore, sunk in. But it wasn’t the first time she’d seen that glint in his gaze before. The opaqueness of his eyes, the hunger in them, as they slid down her body appreciatively, was something she was very familiar with.

She was still in the snug red dress she had been assigned to wear for the last scene they shot today.

A pleasant prickling sensation traveling up her spine at the realization of how little her attire left to the imagination, Taeyeon’s eyes flitted to Jungsoo-oppa. He was staring, too. The desire with which he looked at her wasn’t as overt and shamelessly blatant as the desire with which Heechul-oppa did, but it was definitely there. Just better hidden because Jungsoo-oppa was actually bothering to try to conceal it. But the way his teeth sank almost thoughtfully into his lower lip, the uncharacteristically heated gleam in his eyes, the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled deeply told her more than words could say.

“We’re going now,” Heechul-oppa declared huskily. He was not looking at her eyes as he made his statement, deliberately, for her viewing pleasure, letting his gaze fall… lower. “Get off me, Jungsoo.”

Jungsoo-oppa glanced at his lover, then back at Taeyeon, then back at his lover, uncertainty merging with the lust in his eyes to form a very odd mixture. Still, Taeyeon couldn’t deny how absolutely hot he looked – how absolutely hot they both looked. She shifted, pressing her thighs together to relieve the pressure gathering between them. Heechul-oppa’s eyes glinted; he had noticed, and she was not complaining that he had.

The self-proclaimed Universe Superstar turned his gaze to Jungsoo. “Come on, get off,” he said. “I’m sure Taeyeon didn’t appreciate the sight of us fucking in her dressing room. Let’s go.” His eyes darted toward her again, as if to ask, Did you?

“Hold on.”

Her order had both men diverting their full attention to her. Heechul-oppa looked like a cat that had gotten the cream; Jungsoo-oppa looked shocked. “Pardon?” His voice was soft.

“I appreciated the sight very much,” Taeyeon admitted quietly, but not shyly. “Enough to want to keep watching, actually.”

The chuckle that left Heechul-oppa’s mouth was dark with promise. “I always knew you were a freak, Taeyeon.”

She shrugged. “Between the two of us, you’re the bigger freak, I bet.” Only then did she realize, concerned, that the other member of Super Junior was not responding. Heechul-oppa seemed more than willing, not that she was surprised, but this wasn’t going to happen if any one of the three of them had any objections. “Jungsoo-oppa…”

Her voice calling his name seemed to startle Super Junior’s leader, because he blinked, expression morphing into faint disbelief as he met her gaze, almost in a daze. “You want to watch us… have sex?” he asked, tentatively, as if speaking the very words was a risk that might send her running. It was cute, honestly. Jungsoo-oppa was cute, even though he was ten years older than her. It might not have been appropriate for the situation, but Taeyeon felt her heart swell slightly with a feeling of affection for the man.

Below his lover, Heechul-oppa rolled his eyes so hard that she was afraid briefly they would get stuck at the back of his skull.

“Yeah,” she answered, “I do. I want to watch you two have sex, and maybe… a little more than that.”

“So you’re proposing voyeurism and now a threesome?” Heechul-oppa summed up for her, his voice lilting with sensual approval. “You really are deep into that stuff, aren’t you?”

Taeyeon didn’t bother replying. He already knew the answer. She kept her eyes on Jungsoo-oppa, who had been silent during the entire exchange, his face growing increasingly surprised by the direction their conversation was going.

“Jungsoo-oppa, is that okay with you?” She addressed Super Junior’s leader carefully, studying his expression. So far, all she could detect was faint bewilderment of the entire situation. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to be so unsurprised by his liaison with Heechul-oppa, much less her willingness to watch and participate rather than trying to dissuade their relationship.

Well, Taeyeon had no interest in doing that. Whatever was between Super Junior’s eldest members was between them, and she really didn’t care what it was. They could be in love or they could be fuck buddies, it was no matter to her. All she knew was that they were both attracted to her, she was attracted to both of them, so if all of them were willing, why not give it a shot?

“Is your place open, Taeyeon?”

Jungsoo-oppa’s forward question caught Taeyeon off guard. Not bothering to hide her surprise, she arched her eyebrows and met the leader’s eyes pointedly. To her delight, there was no sign of unwillingness in Jungsoo-oppa’s gaze. In fact, she noted darkly, it wasn’t that he wasn’t unwilling, it was that he was eager. His pupils had darkened over, his tongue absentmindedly darting out to swipe over his lower lip as he blatantly eyed her body.  

Smirking triumphantly, Taeyeon snapped her fingers in front of her face. “Eyes up here,” she ordered, and Jungsoo-oppa complied immediately, their gazes locking. His obedience sent a shiver of delight up Taeyeon’s spine, imagining all the possibilities of what she could do with it later. But he’d also seemed to enjoy being assertive, if the way he’d been thrusting into Heechul-oppa just minutes prior was any indication. She could make good use of that, too…

“It’s open,” she confirmed, and she didn’t miss the anticipation flashing in his gaze, the deepening of his breath at the things that the three of them could get up to in the privacy of her apartment. Heechul-oppa saw it, too. He laughed breathlessly, running a sultry hand down his fellow member’s bare arm and eliciting a subtle shiver from him. “God, you’re such a slut, Jungsoo.”

“So are you,” came the leader’s soft, throaty reply. “The way you moan when I fuck you says everything that’s needed.”

Heechul-oppa glared, but there was no heat behind it. Taeyeon smiled, amused despite herself; their dynamic hadn’t changed, even with their sexual relationship, and frankly, she wasn’t surprised. She didn’t know of the two men were aware of it, but it was blatant just how much more than physical partners they were to each other. They were still up to the same senseless shenanigans that they always were, the senseless shenanigans that she found charming in both of them.

“Just so you know,” she piped up, changing the subject in favor of giving them a brief scolding – because really, they deserved it. “If you two ever decide that fucking on a music video set location is a good idea again, I won’t bother with saving you twice.”

“We get it, we get it,” Heechul-oppa grumbled, rolling his eyes. He pushed against Jungsoo-oppa’s shoulder impatiently, demanding that the other man get off him.

To Taeyeon’s surprise, the leader didn’t hesitate. If he had had qualms about being naked in front of her before, he didn’t now. He slowly shifted off of Heechul-oppa’s body and stood, leaving them both completely bare before her eyes. Taeyeon’s breath hitched as she drank in the sight of them unashamedly; their long, toned limbs, their graceful, pale throats, their sturdily muscled abdominals, and of course – the deep v shapes that tapered down into their cocks. She licked her lips absentmindedly at the sight, not bothering to hide the surge of desire that arched through her veins.

They were absolutely gorgeous, she thought appreciatively. Watching them fuck each other – it would be a sight to behold, she was sure.

But for now, they had to get off the set location and to the privacy of her apartment. The two men were clearly thinking the same, for they began picking up their clothes from off the ground where they had been so carelessly discarded. Taeyeon helped silently, although on the inside she was still a little bit annoyed at the carelessness they had displayed.

About the pulsing between her legs that was refusing to abate, she said nothing. But from the half-lidded, furtive glances that she, Jungsoo-oppa, and Heechul-oppa shared between each other, it was no secret to any of them.

~

After the two men had gotten dressed and they’d all undergone the long process of makeup removal, impatiently trying to suppress the tingling in their bodies in the climbing of their heart rates, the three of them had bid the remaining staff goodbye and made their way to Taeyeon’s apartment. The car ride had been full of whispered, salacious comments, mischievous touches, lips brushing against skin and fingers seeking sensitive places.

But they were finally in the privacy of her home, and all restraints were torn apart. Heechul-oppa had barely closed the door behind them when Jungsoo-oppa grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him, molding their mouths together with an aggressiveness that she hadn’t expected from such a sweet man. His tongue swept along the seam of her lips, barely giving her time to part them before sliding into her mouth and making contact with hers. Taeyeon moaned, clasping her hands against the nape of his neck and pulling him closer to her. Her entire body was on fire, her nerves thrumming, her skin prickling, her heartbeat thudding. And when she felt Heechul-oppa press against her from behind, grinding his hardening cock against her backside through the suddenly too-stuffy fabric of their clothes, electricity arced through her entire body. She shuddered.

Jungsoo-oppa broke their frenzied mash of lips to trail lower, kissing and sucking his way down her jaw and to the arch of her throat, while Heechul-oppa nipped her earlobe, one of his hands snaking up to her breast and pressing at the nipple through the layers of fabric. Taeyeon gasped, her head falling back against Heechul-oppa’s shoulder as she squeezed her eyes shut.

“Stop,” she panted out, taking Jungsoo-oppa’s face in her hands and pulling him back up to his full height. Behind her, Heechul-oppa released her earlobe and brought his hand back to himself. “What’s the matter?” he asked, a thrill traveling up her spine at the sound of his hoarse voice so close against the sensitive flesh of her ear. He sounded incredibly sexy, but it was tampered with a tint of concern. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” she replied quickly. Why would she want to stop? Never. “That’s not it.”

“Then what is?” This time it was Jungsoo-oppa who spoke, gazing at her attentively. It warmed Taeyeon’s heart to see the sincerity in his eyes, the worry in Heechul-oppa’s voice. In that moment, she trusted them completely to take care of her.

Reaching back, she gently palmed Heechul-oppa’s cock. He hissed sharply, probably not expecting the bold move after she’d made them halt their own ministrations on her. Giving Jungsoo-oppa one more quick but heated kiss and then pulling away, Taeyeon turned to face the other man, younger by nine days, and tugged demandingly at the hem of the T-shirt he wore.

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and he pulled the article of clothing off to reveal his pale, well-muscled upper body. Not wasting a second, Taeyeon ran her arms over the newly revealed flesh, her hands sweeping over his chest and abdominals and eliciting a shaky breath from him. It would have been fun, watching him unravel further beneath her touch, but she was too impatient to wait.

“Lay down on the sofa, oppa,” Taeyeon ordered breathlessly, and was met with a raised eyebrow and a gaze full of curious anticipation. Behind her, Jungsoo-oppa softly laughed. “Listen to the lady, Heechul,” Super Junior’s leader commanded.

Shrugging, Heechul-oppa did, shuffling over to the sofa and laying down on the piece of furniture. He looked delectable, spread out before her like that, his bare chest heaving with his heavy breaths and his thick locks mussed and tousled.

Taking Jungsoo-oppa’s hand, Taeyeon led him to the sofa too. “You can watch if you want, Jungsoo-oppa,” she said. “Or join in. It doesn’t matter.”

“Alright.” The leader’s gaze was somehow both dark and burning at the same time, shifting between Taeyeon herself and Heechul, sprawled shirtless on the couch. He was enjoying this much more than she’d thought he would.

Smiling to herself, Taeyeon climbed onto the sofa, undid the button of Heechul-oppa’s jeans, and slid them off down his legs. A faint, almost indiscernible groan left the man as his cock received some freedom from the confines of his pants, although it was still buried under the fabric of the undergarments that he wore, forming a visible and growing tent. Taeyeon pressed the heel of her palm gently against the tip of the rising lump, and Heechul-oppa twisted, gasping. Beneath her hand, she could feel him hardening further.

It would have been lovely to tease him some more, but Taeyeon wanted to get right to it. She had been patient long enough, and there would be plenty of opportunities later to wear down both Heechul-oppa and Leeteuk-oppa until they were begging her to stop goading.

That sounded a like a wonderful night all on its own. But for another time.

Taeyeon wrapped her fingers around the waistband of Heechul-oppa’s boxers and pulled them down, flinging the undergarments somewhere behind her. She glanced over at Jungsoo-oppa to make sure he was having his fill as well, and those eyes, so saturated with blazing lust as they alternated between herself and his fellow member, assured her that he definitely was.

“Like I said, Jungsoo-oppa,” Taeyeon called, “you can join anytime you want.”

“Wow, I’m getting kind of scared,” Heechul-oppa commented sarcastically. His words were light, even mocking, but everything else was a blatant testament to just how turned on he was. His voice was breathless and strained, his pupils were wide and blown, his normally pale cheeks were flushed with a ruddy hue, his fingers digging into the material of her sofa as he tried to control himself. And of course, the most telling sign – his cock was hardening and glistening with pre-cum under the dim light.

“Don’t be,” was Taeyeon’s simple reply before she maneuvered her body so that she was facing that swelling member. Off to the side, Jungsoo-oppa inhaled sharply. Heechul-oppa propped himself onto his elbows to look at her, his eyes wide with disbelief.

“Are you really––”

She took the head of his cock into her mouth, enclosing her lips around it and wasting no time in swiping the searing-hot skin gently with her tongue. Without waiting, she went lower, taking more and more of the blood-swollen organ into her hot cavern, meticulously swiping over its length and girth with her tongue until she her lips were closed almost around the base of Heechul-oppa’s cock.

Heechul-oppa was squirming, panting, moaning, and Taeyeon had to plant a firm hand on his inner thigh to stop his legs from closing around her head. The noises he was making were absolutely delectable – something that Taeyeon knew she’d never forget the sound of. Smug pride surged through her as Heechul-oppa pushed his hips toward her, his fingers tangling in her hair and harshly tugging.

“Holy shit – how – where did you – oh fuck – learn to do – fuck!”

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the self-proclaimed Universe Superstar lose his composure so… utterly. As Taeyeon continued her ministrations, he writhed, mewled, gasped and whimpered, his fingers twisting in her hair with each calculated suck and each mischievous lick. More than pleased at Heechul-oppa’s response, Taeyeon tightened her lips around the base of his cock and hummed softly. The man she was giving her attentions to moaned, loud and unabashed and wanton.

At that moment, Jungsoo-oppa shifted forward to the other end of the couch, where Heechul-oppa’s head lay on the arm of the piece of furniture, long, smooth neck twisting every-which-way in response to Taeyeon’s mouth. Leaning down, the leader captured his fellow member’s lips hotly, cupping Heechul-oppa’s face in his hands to guide their mouths against each other. The sight made Taeyeon’s hands on Heechul-oppa’s thighs tighten, her legs instinctually pressing against each other to alleviate the heat stirring to life between them. Breathing deeply through her nose, she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the erotic image before her, letting it spur her on as she worked Heechul-oppa diligently with her lips and tongue. It didn’t take much more to bring him to his end. His cock twitched a few times, his hands in her hair tightened, yanking desperately at her scalp, and he broke his kiss with Jungsoo-oppa to throw his head back on the pillow, his eyes screwed shut and those plump lips parted in an absolutely filthy moan. Inside her mouth, hot, viscous liquid spurted everywhere as he reached his high.

Taeyeon pulled back and wiped her mouth, careful not to let any of Heechul-oppa’s seed slip from her mouth. She had something particular that she wanted to show him – and Jungsoo-oppa, too.

Crawling up Heechul-oppa’s body, she straddled him, the fabric of her clothes just barely brushing against his softening member. Jungsoo-oppa glanced at her, and Heechul-oppa looked up too, his chest heaving as he recovered from his high. He studied her blearily, mind clearly still clouded and blurred with endorphins, but he’d always been a perceptive person. The slight narrowing of his eyes told her that he, even in his partially blissed-out state, sensed she was up to something playful.

But they widened again when she parted her lips to allow her own index finger into her mouth before drawing it out, revealing the digit smeared with Heechul-oppa’s fluids. Only then did she let her throat flex as she swallowed what was in her mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Heechul-oppa gasped, closing his eyes again briefly as he processed what she had just done. His hands came up to grip her hips, fingers digging into her flesh through her clothes as he tried to regain his composure. No sooner had he managed to catch his breath that Taeyeon kissed him. She roughly melded her mouth against his lips, already swollen from his earlier kiss with Jungsoo-oppa, wrapping a hand softly around his throat and stroking the pulse point with her thumb.

Not wanting the other participant of their frolicking to feel left out, Taeyeon glanced at Jungsoo-oppa, who was watching them with intense interest, his eyes drinking in every detail of her kiss with Heechul-oppa, and raised her hand to beckon him closer. When he approached, she broke apart from Heechul-oppa and slotted her mouth against Jungsoo-oppa’s instead. He was very responsive – probably highly turned on since she’d suggested that the three of them share a night together – and enthusiastically returned her kiss, cupping her face in his hands to maximize the contact between their lips.

Underneath her, Heechul-oppa sat up, sweeping the neckline of her shirt and the strap of her bra to the side to reveal the flesh of her shoulder. He grazed his lips lightly over the exposed area, making Taeyeon shiver pleasurably at the sensation. And when his mouth trailed higher, placing hot, wet kisses along her skin as he went, she gasped, breaking her kiss with Jungsoo-oppa.

Heechul-oppa arrived at her ear, gently nipping at the lobe before running his tongue over the shell. It was almost ticklish, a feeling that Taeyeon normally despised, but right now, she would have been absolutely loathe to lose it.

The second-oldest member of Super Junior paused, his lips just barely brushing against her ear. “Your turn,” he whispered, and Taeyeon shuddered at the sound of his voice, so breathy and so hoarse, sounding right next to her.

“Jungsoo,” Heechul-oppa called, turning to look at the leader, who was observing the two of them intently with hunger in his gaze. “You think we should focus on Taeyeon now?”

The other man’s only response was a singular dip of his head, and somehow, that one gesture sent a thrill down Taeyeon’s spine. It was so… predatory, almost, so full of promise and intent that she could practically feel the excitement thrumming through her veins.

“This would be better to do on the bed,” Heechul-oppa said, tapping pointedly at Taeyeon’s thigh. Getting the hint, she got off of him, and he stood from the couch, completely naked and without the slightest hint of shame, his cock still glistening from minutes earlier. Jungsoo-oppa, too, rose to his feet from where he had been kneeling in front of the sofa. The tent pressing against his pants was obvious, and Taeyeon eyed it unashamedly.

She hurriedly led them to her bedroom, not in the mood to tease for the throbbing slickness between her legs. No sooner had she ushered the two men in and closed the door, Jungsoo-oppa was on Heechul-oppa, roughly pulling the other man against him into an ungentle, heated kiss. His mouth dominated his friend’s, forcing their lips against each other in a sloppy, wet tangle of tongue and teeth. It was a beautiful sight, one that Taeyeon wasn’t willing to miss a second of, even if it meant she kept her eyes open and didn’t blink for the entirety of it.

When they at last broke apart, both men were flushed and panting, their pretty eyes half-lidded and their long lashes fluttering. Taeyeon left them to it for a few seconds, despite the desire to be touched burning stronger every second – when else would she get to watch two attractive men, so obviously intimate on a level that was more than physical, do this?

Two men that were both her close friends. She knew this was conventionally wrong, she knew that society would frown upon it. And the unspoken stigma against the whole act was what made it even more thrilling.

Jungsoo-oppa turned his gaze, clouded over with desire, to her. “Sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. “We’re being a little too selfish.” He held out his hand in her direction – a silent invitation – and Heechul-oppa looked at her too, the lustful haze in his eyes mirroring that of Jungsoo-oppa’s. And probably hers as well.

And as much as Taeyeon didn’t mind watching the two men make out for longer, the throbbing between her legs was almost painful at this point, and certainly not something she felt that she could ignore any longer. So she smiled and took Jungsoo-oppa’s offered hand, letting him lead her to her bed.

“Heechul,” Super Junior’s leader called to his friend. “Sit. With your back against the headboard.”

Heechul-oppa complied without protest, maneuvering himself onto the mattress and moving the pillow out of the way so he was comfortably seated with his back parallel to and pressing against the bed’s headboard, looking at Jungsoo-oppa quizzically all the while. He looked beautiful, his lean, pale body spread completely bare across her bed. It was a sight that Taeyeon was unashamed to brazenly savor, her eyes trailing intently over his flesh.

“Sit between his legs, Taeyeon,” Jungsoo-oppa murmured. “Facing away from him.”

A general idea of what the leader’s plan was materializing in Taeyeon’s mind, she had to stop herself from pinching Jungsoo-oppa’s cheek fondly to signal her approval. Instead, she did as he said, moving over Heechul-oppa. The self-proclaimed Universe Superstar spread his legs so she could settle between them, careful not to press against his exposed member in any way that could be potentially uncomfortable.

“I’m the only one naked here.” There was a fake pout in Heechul-oppa’s voice that made Taeyeon smile. “You two are so inconsiderate.”

“Don’t be so uptight.” Taeyeon rolled her eyes. “If I have any say in it – which I do – we’ll all be naked before this night ends.” That shut him up. Maybe Heechul-oppa… well, both Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, really, hadn’t expected her to be so openminded about this. South Korea was firmly on the conservative end of the spectrum, and she doubted that many people would be looking upon their actions with too much kindness if they knew about them. (Not that that mattered. This was never going to get out.) But Taeyeon didn’t care for conventions; they were all willing, it felt good, she had contraceptives at the ready, and she was going to make strictly sure that both men wrapped their cocks before putting anything inside her.

“I’m looking forward to that,” Jungsoo-oppa commented, the roguish grin spread across his handsome face and the suggestive glint in his eyes giving his entire face an almost dark edge that Taeyeon was willing to bet the general public couldn’t imagine on such a kind and polite man. Unexpectedly, he pulled his shirt off, revealing a firm, toned upper body that had Taeyeon squirming against Heechul-oppa. Seeing his chest, his flat stomach, his long, muscled arms, only strengthened her desire to see the rest of him.

As if he was reading her mind – though really, all it required was some basic common sense – Jungsoo-oppa peeled off his jeans and underclothes in one quick movement, like he had been eagerly looking forward to doing just that. Taeyeon saw why; his cock sprung free from his clothes, still fairly limp but beginning to rapidly stand at attention.

The leader settled on the edge of the mattress, eyeing the two of them, and that was all Taeyeon had time to notice before Heechul-oppa’s hand snaked around to cup her left breast gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple and making her shiver and close her eyes, even through her clothes.

Without waiting, the second-oldest member of Super Junior gave her the same treatment she had given him earlier, pulling insistently at her sweater and the thin T-shirt she had on underneath. Wordlessly, Taeyeon gave in to him, raising her arms so he could pull the articles of clothing off and over her head, leaving her in only a bra and jeans. In front of them, she could feel Jungsoo-oppa’s searing gaze, taking in every detail.

Throwing her shirt and sweater somewhere to the side, Heechul-oppa wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, placing his chin gently on her shoulder so their heated skin pressed against each other. The surprisingly intimate and non-sexual action made Taeyeon’s heart squirm unexpectedly in her chest. She let her head fall back against him, hearing Jungsoo-oppa shift forward until he was directly in front of her and pressing a sweet, open-mouthed kiss against her collarbone, the searing warmth of his body washing over her front. Shivering, Taeyeon reached up and carded her fingers through his hair, the tips of her digits brushing against his scalp. Jungsoo-oppa’s sigh of pleasure did not go unheard by her ears.

The leader of Super Junior moved gradually lower, kissing his way down her body, briefly stopping at her breasts to graze his lips over them, reaching behind to undo the hook of her bra and let it fall away. He continued his descent until he was low enough to hook his fingers around the strap of her jeans and pull, the denim slipping down her legs and baring her skin to both men’s gazes. When the jeans had come completely off, Jungsoo-oppa dropped them on the floor next to the bed. He positioned himself so he could push her legs apart with his hands and gently nip her inner thigh, making Taeyeon flinch from something other than discomfort. Instinct was telling her to press her legs together, to abate the insistent pulsing between them, but Jungsoo-oppa’s firm grip was in the way, leaving her wriggling her hips in an attempt to find some sort of friction.

The sharp smack against her thigh prompted her to stop her movement, understanding Jungsoo-oppa’s unspoken words. That didn’t mean she didn’t gasp, though, when Super Junior’s leader grasped the material of her panties in his hands and pulled down, exposing her throbbing core to his hungry gaze. Taeyeon shuddered as the cool air washed over her womanhood, and even more so when she saw that Jungsoo-oppa’s gaze was shamelessly drinking in every detail of her center, his eyes seeming almost black in the dim light. Or had they actually darkened?

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and he didn’t give her the chance to respond before he dove in.

Taeyeon’s entire body jerked and a high-pitched moan tore from her lips as she felt Jungsoo-oppa’s mouth make contact with her core. Without preamble, he teased her folds apart and closed his lips around her throbbing, dampening clit, flicking his tongue expertly over its tip. Almost of their own free will, Taeyeon’s hands flew to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling as she instinctively tried to flinch away from the delicate assault. But Jungsoo-oppa wrapped his arms firmly around her legs, keeping her planted in place, and Heechul-oppa was behind her, preventing her from moving back – brushing his lips against the curve of her neck, she was vaguely aware. Groaning and whimpering, Taeyeon could only sit there and take the sparks originating at her core, where Jungsoo-oppa was deftly working, and spreading outward to roll over the rest of her nerves.

At her back, she felt something pressing against her rear, hot and hardening by the moment. If she weren’t so foggy-brained from Jungsoo-oppa’s ministrations, Taeyeon would have had the presence of mind to explicitly label it in her head as Heechul-oppa’s cock.

Instinct was telling her to close her legs, but the person in between them made that rather impossible, and Taeyeon couldn’t muster enough strength in her muscles to fight against Jungsoo-oppa’s hold on her lower limbs. She moaned and cried as Super Junior’s leader expertly slowed his pace and then sped it up again, playing with sensations to keep her on the edge and prevent his caresses from falling into any predictable sequence. A particularly well-placed flick of his tongue along the length of her clit made her twitch, her chest heaving as she fought for breath. Her dampness had soaked between her legs, only enhancing the pleasure that shot through her body with every contact of Jungsoo-oppa’s lips and tongue against her womanhood.

“Fuck,” she panted, twisting her fingers desperately in Jungsoo-oppa’s hair. “Jungsoo – holy shit – right there.”

He obeyed her dazed command, lapping again at that spot that had had her legs flexing and her chest heaving and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Taeyeon keened, yanking sharply on his hair in the midst of her blissed stupor, but Jungsoo-oppa didn’t even falter. He continued his ministrations with devastating persistence and unfailing consistency, gently licking and sucking as Taeyeon writhed above him, her head thrown back on Heechul-oppa’s shoulder. Heechul-oppa, for his part, wrapped a hand lightly around her throat, his thumb deftly stroking her pulse point, a pleasurable sensation that made her nerves shudder. His manhood, still propped against her back end, was even harder, and she could feel it throbbing.

Jungsoo-oppa stopped, pulling his tongue back, although she could still feel his hot, heavy breath against her core. Whining in protest at the sudden and jarring lack of stimulation, Taeyeon opened her eyes and glanced down, only to come grinding to a halt with a hard swallow. Jungsoo-oppa, still between her legs, was looking up at her, and their eyes locked. His mouth and chin were smeared with glistening wetness. Her wetness, she realized, just as his tongue flicked over his lips, licking her essence from the smooth skin.

Holy fuck. Taeyeon had to rip her gaze away, or she might have ended right then and there. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to piece her composure back together – but Jungsoo-oppa didn’t give her the chance. From the corner of her eye, she could have sworn he flashed a grin – that pure, dimpled grin that so many people associated with Super Junior’s angelic leader – and buried his face between her legs again. His mouth latched onto her core, and the sensation, amplified by her slickness, made Taeyeon yelp. The high-pitched shriek of surprise and pleasure quickly dwindled down to low, helpless mewls as Jungsoo-oppa’s efforts redoubled. His hands wrapped tighter around her thighs as they strained on instinct to close, keeping her pinned firmly on place. Between Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, Taeyeon was completely powerless to do anything but take what was being given to her, to wriggle and moan as Jungsoo-oppa ravished her core expertly with his tongue. Lap – lap – lap – liiiiiick…

And then he kissed the tip of her clit.

It was a small action, really – one that should have been tame in comparison to flattening his tongue against her core, teasing at her entrance with the tip of his tongue, sweeping the hot, wet muscle over her nub with painful slowness – but somehow, that simple thing sent electric sparks from her clit throughout her entire body, thrumming with palpable intensity over her nerves. Her back arched as she gasped, and maybe Heechul-oppa had been studying her responses, waiting for the right timing. Because, just at that moment, he teased her relatively untouched nipples with his thumbs, circling around them, pressing against them, making them harden instantly.

“Fuck,” Taeyeon hissed. Everything stilled.

Somehow, the reaction was starker than anything the two men had gotten out of her before, and it must have encouraged them. After that slightest fraction of a moment’s hesitation, they resumed their caresses with single-minded determination – Heechul-oppa cupped her breasts in his hands, gently pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, while his mouth swept along the curve of her neck, ghosting kisses and licks over her skin. And Jungsoo-oppa – Jungsoo-oppa adjusted himself, hooking her legs over his shoulders so she could hide absolutely nothing from him – and he pushed his tongue into her, his nose pressing against her clit.

Taeyeon moaned as they worked in flawless tandem, their teamwork so perfect that nothing could have denied them. Heechul-oppa’s hands on her nipples, making them hard and aching, and Jungsoo-oppa’s mouth against her core, his tongue thrusting steadily in and out of her, his nose constantly rubbing against her nub with every slightest movement, was more than she could handle. She was whimpering and trembling, pushing her hips this way and that in a frenzied attempt to find some sort of friction to relieve the throbbing need between her legs, both abated and inflamed by the two men working on her body. Her breaths grew shorter and shorter, her movements more and more desperate, as she continued to be pushed closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” she mewled, low and needy, and even in her state of near-euphoria she could sense the effect that her words had on both of them. “Fuck – you – you’re gonna make me come––!”

Heechul-oppa’s chuckle was right against her ear, low and hoarse and absolutely dirty. His hands on her nipples never stopped, pinching and rolling, caressing and palming, and she could feel him grinding his hard cock into her backside.

“Then what’s stopping you?” he asked breathlessly. “Come for us. Now.”

“Please,” Jungsoo-oppa whispered. He brought his right hand away from its previous position of pinning her thigh down and to the space between her legs. “We want to see you.” His thumb pressed into her clit.

Taeyeon shattered. Her pleasure peaked, and her entire body tensed as her orgasm washed over her, beginning as a tremble in her core and rapidly intensifying until the contractions of her walls had her entire body shuddering. Her eyes slammed shut on their own, her lips gasping for air and her hands squeezing tightly to Heechul-oppa’s thighs in a desperate attempt to stay grounded. Her back arched, exposing the entirety of her neck and throat to the two men, and her legs flexed instinctively, trying to close, to abate the clenching at her center – but Jungsoo-oppa held her firmly open, his gaze fixated with single-minded intensity on that spot between her legs. God, he was watching her come.

It must have taken at least ten seconds for her body to relax, and she went limp against Heechul-oppa, gasping as she tried to catch her breath. Her core was still throbbing, still reeling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she could feel stickiness seeping out of her lower lips.

Heechul-oppa soothed her gently, brushing her cheek with his thumb and murmuring quiet words of comfort. Jungsoo-oppa stroked her ankle and then lowered his head to press a tender kiss against her lower leg. The soft sensations helped bring her back to earth, and Taeyeon opened her eyes to flash them both a small smile, reassuring them that she was okay.

Even so, they had to ask. “Are you okay?” Heechul-oppa asked, his voice husky, but his tone warm, Jungsoo-oppa listening for her answer intently. It made Taeyeon feel soft, comfortable – even loved, although she knew that they didn’t really love her, and she didn’t really love them either. This was a one-time thing, or maybe a two-time thing… an x-time thing, because she had no idea how many times they’d be willing to do it again – but it had no strings attached.

“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice not coming out properly for a second. She cleared her throat, and even though there was nothing really to be cleared, that seemed to get her vocal cords back in properly working order. “I’m good.”

She shifted and was suddenly acutely aware of some warm stickiness against her back and rear. And, she realized, Heechul-oppa’s manhood was no longer turgid. She turned, and, just as she’d expected, a glistening stain decorated the sheets just around his cock. Seeing her pointed stare, he flashed a shameless grin, but she didn’t not notice the very faint pink blush of his cheeks. Behind her, Jungsoo-oppa chuckled.

“Hey,” Heechul-oppa shrugged. “You can’t blame me for coming. A sight like that – and you were pushing against me right there.”

Right there – against his cock. That was true. If Taeyeon had been in Heechul-oppa’s situation, she was positive she would have come, too. She laughed, breathless and still a little amazed after her high from just a minute ago. “Point taken.”

Heechul-oppa looked happy at her concession, and then his gaze flickered behind her. “Jungsoo…”

Oh, shit. For a second there, Taeyeon had forgotten – Jungsoo-oppa hadn’t gotten a single orgasm yet. After watching her suck Heechul-oppa off and then helping her come herself, he’d received absolutely nothing. She could see that his cock was still stiff and aroused, and its tip was damp.

“I’m okay.” Jungsoo-oppa clearly wasn’t, his breaths short and strained, his eyes wild with desire, but he was, as always, thinking of others far before he spared a thought for himself. “You two must be tired. Don’t worry about it.”

“Taeyeon might be,” Heechul-oppa cut in, “but I’m not. And you’re clearly not okay.” He smiled impishly. “Don’t worry, I can help you with that.” As the words came out of his mouth, he moved onto all fours, crawling toward the leader on the mattress.

“I’m fine, really.” But Jungsoo-oppa’s voice was thick. Hoarse and raw, like he was trying to control himself, and his breathing had deepened, his eyes darkening. “Heechul, you don’t have to – ah!”

Heechul-oppa settled between Jungsoo-oppa’s legs, ignoring his half-hearted insistence that he didn’t need to be looked after – even though he so clearly did – and wrapped his lips around the head of the other man’s cock. Her breathing deepening, Taeyeon shifted, adjusting her position so she could sidle up next to Heechul-oppa and get a good, proper look as he took more and more of his friend into his mouth.

“Shit,” Jungsoo-oppa breathed, burying his hands in Heechul-oppa’s bleached, white-blonde locks, his eyes sliding closed in surrender as the fellow member worked his cock. The stressed tension in his body lines, softening bit by bit as the night had gone further, melted away completely, replaced by loose tightness that was much more natural, much laxer. He let his head fall back, obviously just basking in the sensation of Heechul-oppa’s mouth on him.

They’ve done this before. Taeyeon knew it without question, from the easy rhythm into which they fell. Plenty of times before. Today in her dressing room, that most certainly wasn’t the first time. She wondered how long this had been going on.

It was sweet, the scene before her eyes. Yes, blowjobs weren’t normally considered sweet, but that’s exactly what this one was. Heechul-oppa went slowly; not torturously, teasingly, not slow in a way that was meant to encourage begging, but slowly in a way that was meant to be comfortable and enjoyable for Jungsoo-oppa. And it was clearly working, from the leader’s little sighs of pleasure, his quiet whimpers, the way his fingers tightened in Heechul-oppa’s hair but never yanked, the relaxed set of his entire body as he just melted into the sensations. Jungsoo-oppa was too often stressed and too often troubled, and if Heechul-oppa could help him with that – was trying to help him with that – like he was now, then it was sweet.

With a soft, wet pop, Heechul-oppa pulled his mouth from Jungsoo-oppa’s cock, spurring a whimper of protest from the leader as his eyes cracked open, bleary with pleasure. Heechul-oppa responded by giving a reassuring stroke on Jungsoo-oppa’s thigh before he glanced at Taeyeon and glanced down. An offer.

Gladly taking it, she reached between Jungsoo-oppa’s legs, and gently, delicately, ran the flat of her palm over his balls. The leader of Super Junior’s eyes snapped open in surprise as she cupped them lightly in her hands, adding just the slightest amount of pressure. She didn’t miss Heechul-oppa’s approving smirk before he once again engulfed the head of Jungsoo-oppa’s cock in his mouth, squeezing another gasp from the leader.

The two of them fell into a surprisingly natural tandem, coordinating their efforts to maximize the experience for Jungsoo-oppa. It was fascinating, Taeyeon thought, watching for the telltale signs of beginning to fall apart – the desperate flex of his throat as he swallowed wildly, the heaving of his chest as his whimpers grew increasingly in volume, the curling of his toes as his peak crept closer and closer. Something about the utter lack of control that he seemed to have over his own reactions was mesmerizing, pleasing even in itself, and it spurred her to try new tricks. She alternated the pressure of her hands against his balls, at times using the flat of her palms and at times using the very tips of her fingers, kneading here and stroking there.

The effect of her touches, combined with Heechul-oppa’s skillful mouth, proved to be too much for Jungsoo-oppa to handle for long. Taeyeon caught the hint that he was about to orgasm and, in a snap decision, left her spot. Pressing forward, she ran her hands along Jungsoo-oppa’s toned chest, flicking his nipples with her fingers, before slotting her mouth against his. He was caught off-guard, too hazy with pleasure to notice what she had been doing, and too drunk on sensations to put up much of a fight back. It was an easy and quick battle, teasing his mouth open with her own and greedily plundering, dipping the hot, wet muscle of his tongue against hers.

That was the final straw. With a long, soft moan, Jungsoo-oppa came, clenching his fists in his fellow member’s hair, back arching and pelvic muscles tensing. His mouth stilled, giving Taeyeon the possibility to explore more of the searing, damp cavern – but instead, she pulled back enough so she could watch him falling apart completely, his long neck and throat flexing. It was a mesmerizing sight, to watch his body contorting as he surrendered, if only for these brief seconds, any control over it.

Gradually, he relaxed once again, his fingers loosening in Heechul-oppa’s hair. Chest heaving, he opened his eyes, clouded over with the remnants of his earlier high. Taeyeon flashed him a wry grin as Heechul-oppa sat him, wiping his mouth with his hand. The muscles of his throat flexed as he swallowed – presumably taking Jungsoo-oppa’s seed down his throat. The leader’s breathing deepened once again when he saw his friend’s actions, his body stiffening as he tried to control himself. “Heechul,” he rasped out, voice raw and tinged with wild desperation. “Do you have to?”

“Of course I do,” Heechul-oppa’s voice was impish. “Only the best is allowed for you, Jungsoo.”

At his words, Jungsoo-oppa opened his eyes. There was a certain softness in them that seemed to turn the whole situation from dirty to sweet. “Thanks,” he whispered hoarsely. “Both of you.”

He was just so kind, Taeyeon thought fondly. Leaning in, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, smiling at the bemused blink he gave her in response.

“Hard to believe that you two didn’t like each other when you first met,” Heechul-oppa commented as the three of them began settling into the mattress, tired but satisfied. They needed a break. Jungsoo-oppa maneuvered himself to the left of the bed, Heechul-oppa to the right, and Taeyeon – she was sandwiched between them, the warmth of their sweaty bodies mingling with hers. She turned herself onto her stomach, pulling up the blanket to partially cover their naked bodies.

Jungsoo-oppa smiled sheepishly. “I’m more convinced that I just disliked her for no reason.”

“He did,” Taeyeon confirmed, giving him a dirty look. “He thought I was standoffish, which lead him to think I was stuck up.”

“You mean because of those little rumors that went around about her, don’t you.” It was a rhetorical question that Heechul-oppa asked, but Taeyeon nodded anyway. The second oldest member of Super Junior made a face at that. “That’s mostly all bullshit, anyway. You know how usually female celebrities get hate and rumors for the most ridiculous things. I can’t believe you ever believed any of it.”

“I can’t, either,” Jungsoo-oppa admitted, turning over onto his side. “That was a mistake.” His eyes met Taeyeon’s. “You were nothing like what I thought you were.”

“I’m not sure if anyone is,” Taeyeon snorted. “There are probably a lot of spoiled, arrogant people in this world – well, there are, definitely – but I doubt all of them know they’re being spoiled and arrogant and do it on purpose.” But despite it all, she was still grateful that she’d become close to Jungsoo-oppa at all. He was such a good friend, someone whom she couldn’t imagine her life without.

“You’re probably right.” Jungsoo-oppa sounded thoughtful. Contrary to the image he presented to he public, he was someone who had a lot of thoughts going on in that head of his. “I thought you might be acting snobbish just to be acting snobbish. What really happened was that you weren’t really acting snobbish at all…” An awkward smile turned his lips upward, and Taeyeon felt the arbitrary desire to trace her fingers over the seam of his mouth.

“I was biased,” Super Junior’s leader commented. “Especially about letting the rumors get to my head. You did snap me out of it, though.”

“What did she say?” Heechul-oppa asked, looking intrigued. Taeyeon reached over and tucked a strand of bleached-blonde hair away from his eyes as he spoke, but when she went to pull away, he, surprisingly, caught her hand in his and interlocked their fingers. Casually, not even looking while he did so, but that somehow suited Heechul-oppa far more.

“Basically that I don’t know shit,” Jungsoo-oppa summarized. Taeyeon laughed. That was accurate, although what she’d actually said had been Who are you to judge me?

Heechul-oppa snorted, too, amusement lacing his features. “That sounds exactly like you, Taeyeon.”

She eyed him. “Is that a compliment or…?”

Maybe as expected for Heechul-oppa, the answer he gave her was mischievous. There were no words, only an arch of his eyebrows that seemed to be saying What do you think?

“You two met hosting Inkigayo together, right?” Jungsoo-oppa questioned. “2000… 2009, was it? How did you get along?” He looked curious, his brown eyes opened slightly wider than usual, his eyebrows arched faintly, the very picture of inquisitiveness.

He really was cute.

“Great, actually,” she answered, truthfully. “Mostly thanks to Heechul-oppa.” He made blatant advances to become friendly with other people – she didn’t really bother. She could be friendly and was when talked to, but she rarely initiated conversations without a reason. Heechul-oppa, on the other hand…

“He said hi to me, said he was a fan, and then that he wanted to be friends. And he held out his hand, just like this,” Taeyeon continued, holding out her hand in the same way Heechul-oppa had when they first met. “I thought he was weird, honestly, but I did like him. So I just said yes. You know, like the sane person that one of us has to be.”  

“Bullshit, you said ‘That sounds good to me, sunbaenim. By the way, you’re even prettier up close.’ Sane,” Heechul-oppa scoffed. Taeyeon shrugged innocently.

“You’re both ridiculous,” Jungsoo-oppa snorted, but his eyes were twinkling merrily. Taeyeon smiled, while Heechul-oppa rolled his eyes. “Us?” He laughed. “You’re the craziest one here, Jungsoo.”

It was nice, Taeyeon thought lazily, reminiscing with two of her closest friends like this. Of course the situation was a little bit less than commonplace, but that wasn’t something she thought of frequently, not when the three of them continued to talk and laugh and joke so naturally. It didn’t, at all, feel like they were doing something strange, not even if it was true that they were all completely naked in bed together and had been giving and receiving orally between each other.

“When did this start happening between the two of you?” she asked. “Your… relations?” She wasn’t sure what else to call it. They didn’t strike her as considering themselves to be in a relationship, but she didn’t think it was just about having sex and feeling good. There was too much raw intimacy between them for that to be the case.

Heechul-oppa looked thoughtful, presumably trying to remember. “The first time was… a few months after our Incheon fight, wasn’t it?” he asked, glancing at Jungsoo-oppa, who nodded in confirmation. “It was when we were in America, and Jungsoo wanted to make up after our fight.” He snorted, but there was no true scorn behind it. “After rejecting every attempt that I made to talk to him.”

“He is a lot more obnoxious than most people would think,” Taeyeon commented playfully, both she and Heechul-oppa laughing at Jungsoo-oppa’s mock cry of protest. Then Heechul-oppa continued with his story, the other two listening with rapt attention – Taeyeon because she was curious of how the two of them had happened, and Jungsoo-oppa, it seemed, because he was curious of how Heechul-oppa would tell his account of what had happened.

“Anyway, we were talking about this and that, explaining why we made each other angry enough to fight. Then Jungsoo––”

“Hold on,” Taeyeon interrupted, not wanting to infringe upon Jungsoo-oppa’s personal matters. They were friends, and it wasn’t like she was against hearing this, but there were certain lines that she had to respect if Jungsoo-oppa was uncomfortable. She knew that night had been an emotional one – it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, and she didn’t want to intrude on it. “Is it okay for me to be hearing this?”

Heechul-oppa blinked. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Isn’t it too personal? Jungsoo-oppa?” She glanced at him to find him looking as puzzled as Heechul-oppa. “Are you alright with me knowing what happened that night?” She understood if it was a private matter between the two men, something that she had no part in. She might have partaken in their sessions this time, but she didn’t think she was in the position to –

“Taeyeon,” Heechul-oppa’s voice was uncharacteristically serious. “As weird as it sounds, you’re as much a part of this threesome as Jungsoo and I are. And you’re our friend. We don’t need to keep this a secret from you; I think we’re all past that stage with each other.”

“He’s right.” Jungsoo-oppa sounded firm – that tone that always reminded Taeyeon that, no matter how dorky or ridiculous he seemed (or more accurately, was), he was still Leeteuk, the respected leader of one of the world’s most successful groups, always at the forefront of Hallyu. “We’re not any less friends with you than we’re friends with each other. I trust you, Taeyeon. You can – and should – hear this.”

Taeyeon inhaled slowly. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel very slightly emotional. They were willing to divulge something so personal and close to home – to her, a third party. It wasn’t because of any feeling of being undeserving or inadequate on her part; if they wanted to tell her, they were welcome to. But the fact that they wanted to was a little bit touching. She nodded.

Seeing her understanding, Heechul-oppa continued. “And Jungsoo started telling me about how he was feeling lonely sometimes, how he was exhausted and stressed as the leader, how he felt like he couldn’t properly express his worries to the others without dragging the entire team down. He… cried that night.”

Taeyeon’s heart clenched. She glanced over at Jungsoo-oppa, who was staring at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes. “I let Heechul know everything,” he said. “I hid it for years, and I intended to keep hiding it, but I told him.” Taeyeon and Heechul-oppa listened carefully. “I think… I couldn’t bear to tell anyone but him. The others would help me, of course, but they wouldn’t understand completely, and I don’t want to be a burden to them. But Heechul… I thought he’d understand. And he does.” Jungsoo-oppa’s gaze was warm as he looked at his friend.

Heechul-oppa scoffed, but Taeyeon could instantly tell it was a scoff borne of embarrassment. He wasn’t good at warm and fluffy settings like this, after all. “Hey,” he grumbled, but his voice was bashful. “Don’t be so cringy.”

His prickliness and his awkwardness when faced with heartwarming situations made Taeyeon laugh as she reached forward to place an affectionate palm on Jungsoo-oppa’s cheek. To her slight surprise, he closed his eyes as her hand made contact with his skin, leaning into her touch like a satisfied cat.

It was cute. She knew she’d already said this before, but Jungsoo-oppa was seriously cute.

“Then what happened?”

“We were a little bit drunk,” Heechul-oppa picked up. “Jungsoo was hugging me, and he was crying. And, this is embarrassing, but I started crying too.”

The image in Taeyeon’s mind was nothing short of heartwrenching. She knew, on some level, the difficulties that Jungsoo-oppa went through, because for some reason he seemed to be able to confide in her – and she was a leader, too. She sadly couldn’t comprehend the depths of the burden he felt, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand how difficult things had been for him. It was such a relief, sincerely, that Heechul-oppa was there with him. She remembered hearing Donghae-oppa talking about how, after the night that Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa made up from their Incheon fight, Heechul-oppa was always on Jungsoo-oppa’s side. It must have been because he had realized how much the leader needed someone to lean on.

“Then?” She was curious. How did they become what they were now?

Heechul-oppa hesitated, looking embarrassed. Taeyeon could just tell he’d done something extremely sweet that he didn’t want to say he’d done. She glanced at Jungsoo-oppa, who had a mischievous glint in his eye, clearly about the spill the beans on his friend.

“He held my hand,” the leader supplied, and Taeyeon’s eyes widened as she turned a teasing gaze on Heechul-oppa, who was abashedly grumbling to himself, looking away. Then Jungsoo-oppa turned sentimentally serious again, the mirth leaving his eyes as he recalled the night that he and his friend had become, it seemed to Taeyeon, something more intimate, and not just physically, or even just romantically. “I was crying into his shoulder. And then he…”

“Kissed you?” Taeyeon guessed.

“It was kind of mutual.” Jungsoo-oppa specified, “He tried to wipe away my tears – while crying himself – and then we were kissing.” The leader shrugged. “Somehow. It escalated from there.”

Taeyeon fell silent, trying to imagine the kind of headspace they had both been in that night. Both men emotional and crying, Jungsoo-oppa confessing how alone he felt and unable to express his worries he was, Heechul-oppa listening and shedding tears, too, for his friend and for their group and for what they’d all gone through over the years. And, in the end, their kiss leading to their first time together. What had they been thinking? What did they think about each other? Friends, of course, the most intimate kind, but what else?

What were they?

“What are you two?” Taeyeon asked. The question made both men sit up, so she followed, flipping back onto her back and pulling herself upright, holding the blanket to her chest. Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa looked thoughtful, as if they were also fishing for a proper answer to her question. It didn’t seem like they’d never thought about to Taeyeon, though, and she really couldn’t blame them. If she was in their situation – if she was them – she’d be wondering about it all the time.

“I don’t think this is a relationship, to be honest. I don’t think either of us do.” It was Heechul-oppa who spoke first, glancing at his friend, who nodded in agreement. “We’re not looking for longtime commitment, and neither of us will protest or feel upset if the other dates. And of course, this stops if one of us is ever in a legitimate relationship.” Jungsoo-oppa nodded, once again.

“So I guess we’re just screwing,” Heechul-oppa finished with a wry smile. But Taeyeon wasn’t convinced, and not only because of her own observations about the relationship between the two men. It was also because Heechul-oppa did not sound or look convinced with his own words, and neither did Jungsoo-oppa looked satisfied with the description of their relationship.

“That’s it?” she asked, not bothering to filter the doubt from her voice. The blunt question seemed to snap both Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa out of a trance. They looked at her simultaneously, visible surprise in their dark eyes. Taeyeon arched her eyebrows, somehow not confused by the stark reaction.

“I mean,” she said, “you two seem like a lot more than just fuck buddies to me.”

“Of course we’re more than that. We’re friends.” Jungsoo-oppa’s reply was slightly feeble. Not his voice, but the conviction behind it was slightly, and quite noticeably, lacking.

Taeyeon rolled her eyes. “That too, naturally. But I mean you’re both more to each other than just fuck buddies, and more to each other than just friends.”

“We’re not in love,” Heechul-oppa said firmly, clearly thinking she was implying that. And while that wasn’t exactly what she had been intending to say, she found that she had to wonder about that. Still. If they wanted to consider themselves not in love, she supposed that was beyond the scope she was willing to dig into. But they were not going to sit there and tell her that they were just two close friends happily screwing each other and nothing else, not when everything about them, together and here in her house contradicted that.

“I don’t mean that,” she chided, earning questioning glances from the two men. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s a single word in the dictionary to describe what you two seem to be to me.”

Heechul-oppa cocked his head, the fringe of his bleached-blonde locks falling slightly to the side with the movement. “Then describe it in words.”

Taeyeon’s eyes flicked over to Jungsoo-oppa. He seemed curious, too. She paused. It wasn’t difficult to describe what she saw their relationship as; several phrases came easily enough to accurately give them a picture of how they appeared to her eyes. But she had to wonder how they would react to her assessments.

Even so, she was going to be honest with them. Beating around the bush had never been in her nature.

“To keep it simple, I think you two are just always going to be there for each other,” she admitted. “There’s some kind of connection between you that no one else has.”

Heechul-oppa made a face. “Connection? What trash romance novels have you been reading?”

“I’m serious,” Taeyeon scolded, although she was amused; this reaction was just like the Heechul-oppa that she knew. “You two understand each other on a deeper level than anyone else. It comes from psychological closeness, if you ask me. You’ve both seen and know the worst of each other – that can make for a seriously strong bond.” She hesitated and studied the men in her bed, curious to know what they thought of her opinion on the matter. They were both looking at her with twin expressions of rapt interest, confirming Taeyeon’s suspicion that neither of them had ever really believed they were just screwing. Both of them knew they were more (they’d have to be stupid to believe otherwise, really), they just hadn’t known what to call that more.

In all honesty, she didn’t know what to call it, either. She was only describing it as best as she could. “You’re just… intimate.”

“Intimate?” Jungsoo-oppa’s voice was thoughtful. “That’s kind of accurate… I think that’s the best way of expressing it, actually.”

Heechul-oppa didn’t say anything. Generally, if he was wordless in these kinds of conversations, it meant he was in agreement – but then, he did speak, leaning over to Taeyeon and nuzzling her bare shoulder.

“You’re smart,” he murmured sincerely between kisses against her skin, “Jungsoo’s right, that’s accurate.”

Taeyeon opened her mouth to speak, but Heechul-oppa silenced her with a brief and light kiss. When he pulled back, she laughed breathlessly, surprised. “Why does it seem like that turns you on?”

“It does,” was the husky reply. His gaze was intense, almost fixated on her, as he shook the fringe of his bleached-blonde hair out of his eyes.

Damn. Whatever else might be true, Heechul-oppa was sexy. That much was an irrefutable truth of the world.

“That so?” Taeyeon clasped her hands around the nape of his neck and kissed him, fully on the mouth this time. Their lips melded together naturally, tongues brushing, and Heechul-oppa ran one hand down the length of her spine, making her shiver. The other he reached out to Jungsoo-oppa, who – Taeyeon cracked open one eye even while kissing Heechul-oppa to see this – entwined their fingers and pressed his lips tenderly to Heechul-oppa’s palm in a gesture of affection.

Taeyeon and Heechul-oppa broke apart, and Heechul-oppa turned his head towards Jungsoo-oppa. Taeyeon watched with fascination as it was them two who kissed this time, with so much emotion and sheer vulnerability that it could almost have made her tear up.

Love was an elusive concept, but she thought if she had ever come close to seeing it, now was the closest.

Jungsoo-oppa pulled backwards barely a centimeter, as if reluctant to part from his friend for even that little bit. Both men were flushed, eyes heavy-lidded and naked chests heaving as they caught their breath.

“Heechul,” the leader gasped, his voice hoarse with desire. “And you too, Taeyeon.” Reaching out, he caught her hand in his much larger one and brought it to his cheek with a kind of fierce, burning affection. “Thank you.”

Somehow, she knew exactly what he was thanking them for, even if it wasn’t explicitly stated. Her heart squeezing at his raw sincerity, Taeyeon stretched forward and pressed her face into the crook of Jungsoo-oppa’s neck, placing a kiss on his collarbone and feeling the shudder that ran through his body at the contact. “Jungsoo,” she murmured, trailing her lips up his neck, calling his given name freely without any honorifics. “You’re such a beautiful person, do you know that?”

Jungsoo-oppa let out a guttural moan that was far too visceral to be just a reaction to her mouth pressing against his pulse point. He curled his fingers in Taeyeon’s hair, pulling lightly and pleasurably at her scalp. She breathed out lightly in approval at the sensation, but in the next instant, the sigh turned into a strangled whimper. Heechul-oppa had reached underneath the blanket, his hand dipping between her legs. His index finger traced a continuous figure 8 on her clit, dragging mercilessly across the sensitive nub and ignoring Taeyeon’s soft mewls. He didn’t stop until her core was trembling slightly and there was fresh, new wetness between her thighs.

When Heechul-oppa pulled his hand away, Taeyeon hissed in protest, the denial sending a deliciously hollow pang roiling throughout her entire body. He just flashed an impish smile, coupled with a mischievous cock of his head that made strands of his white-blonde hair fall prettily across his eyes. She scowled at him, but there was no true annoyance behind it.

“What now?” Heechul-oppa asked mischievously, his dark brown eyes glinting in the low light. Jungsoo-oppa was looking at intently, too. They’re leaving the decision up to me, Taeyeon thought. She could ask them to do anything that she wanted, and as long as they were comfortable with it, it was all hers. The thought made her head spin with ideas.

“Why don’t you tell me?” she asked.

Heechul-oppa blinked. “What?”

“You tell me. I’m sure you have great ideas too, oppa. Jungsoo-oppa, too. What do you think we could get up to?” She was genuinely curious. The fact that they were willing to have a threesome already meant that they were probably more open to experimenting than the majority of people, but Taeyeon wanted to know just how far that went.

Jungsoo-oppa liked her suggestion. The dark glint in his usually gentle eyes was more than enough confirmation of that. Heechul-oppa looked more than willing, too, his face thoughtful as he considered her words.

“Then,” Jungsoo-oppa spoke up, “do you want to watch while I fuck Heechul?”

Taeyeon pressed her legs together, biting her lip as Heechul-oppa glared at his friend. “She’s already seen enough of that, you spoilsport,” he retorted. “How about you watch me fuck Jungsoo? Doesn’t that sound good?”

It did sound good. Both of their suggestions sounded good, and if they were willing then Taeyeon was also willing to save that for another occasion. But right now, what was starting to tentatively come to her mind – although it would have been much nicer if it had come to her mind before she decided to ask the two men what they thought – involved all three of them. “Both of those are good ideas,” she said, “but I’m starting to have something else in mind.”

The two men pinned her with twin curious gazes, and Taeyeon had to look away briefly to hide the small smile that crept onto her face at the sight. She resisted the urge to reach up and card her fingers through their hair, and instead clarified her intentions. “I want both.”

“Both?” They repeated her at almost the same time. Taeyeon nodded. “Both. Of you. At the same time.”

There was a pause. Heechul-oppa’s teeth sank into his lower lip, and Jungsoo-oppa’s breathing deepened.

“Woah, woah, woah. Will you be okay?” Heechul-oppa asked. His eyes were wide at her idea – the picture of surprise, it might seem, but Taeyeon knew him well enough to notice the subtle signs of arousal making themselves known. His pale cheeks were flushing over, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed gingerly. Jungsoo-oppa, she could see, was no less unaffected. His chest was heaving with his deepening breaths, and his eyes seemed to have darkened over from deep brown to black.

“If I’m not okay at any point, I’ll let you know,” Taeyeon assured him.

Heechul-oppa eyed her, still holding on to his reservations. She didn’t blame him – this was a big thing to be suggesting, and it wasn’t like he seemed to be against it. Just concerned for her. “You’re suggesting you take one of us in the ass. Have you ever…?”

“Had anal sex?”

“Yeah.” Heechul-oppa looked a tad bit awkward to be talking about these things, and Jungsoo-oppa’s expression was mildly scandalized at how straightforward they were being. As for Taeyeon, it felt peculiar, too, but she pushed past the strangeness of it. Candidacy was important when it came to these matters.

“I have, yeah.” Her confirmation clearly abating their concerns a little, both men relaxed, moving away from the realm of worries and fully easing themselves into the realm of lust. Her libido bouncing off and mirroring theirs, Taeyeon could feel herself becoming more hot and bothered, too. Images flitted in her mind, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit that they were some of the dirtiest thoughts that had ever gone through her head. Jungsoo-oppa pressed a hot, reassuring kiss against her mouth, their tongues brushing as Taeyeon clasped a hand around the nape of his neck. The temperature in the room seemed to be rising rapidly as all three bodies shifted, drawing closer together and relishing in the sensation of each other’s skin. Shifting his position so he was behind her, Heechul-oppa wrapped his arms around her waist, his teeth grazing her shoulder lightly. Taeyeon could feel his member hardening against her ass. She moaned softly as he palmed her rear, teasing the skin in slow, smooth strokes.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” he murmured into her ear, making Taeyeon shudder. She nodded, flashing him a smile over her shoulder before pulling Jungsoo-oppa toward her for another kiss.

Brushing his lips against the nape of her neck, Heechul-oppa declared, “I’ll take the back. Is that okay with both of you?”

Pulling back from the kiss, but only slightly, Jungsoo-oppa nodded as Taeyeon did too. “The lube and condoms are in that nightstand drawer,” she supplied, gesturing towards the nightstand sitting next to her bed.

In hurried, impatient movements, Heechul-oppa opened the drawer, pulled out the bottle and two packets. He threw one of the packets and Jungsoo-oppa, who caught it deftly. Giving Taeyeon another quick kiss, Super Junior’s leader ripped the material open, gingerly bringing out the condom. Stroking himself quickly a few times, he rolled the latex down his length, and maybe it was Taeyeon’s miscalculation, but she thought she saw his fingers trembling ever-so-slightly in anticipation. Heechul-oppa did the same as his friend, sighing lightly as the material settled over his hardening manhood.

Taeyeon’s heartbeat quickened until she could feel it thumping in her ears. She might have had sex both ways, but never before had she had both at the same time. The anticipation she felt was undeniably powerful, but despite the fact that she was the one who’d suggested this, she couldn’t argue that she was one-hundred percent confident and nothing else. Would it hurt? What would it feel like, even if it didn’t? Was it even possible for her? What if––

Heechul-oppa nuzzled the back of her neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses to the skin, while Jungsoo-oppa took her hand and intertwined their fingers. “Relax, Taeyeon.” His voice was soft. “We’ll take care of you. I promise.”

Taeyeon felt Heechul-oppa nod his head behind her in agreement. “We’re going to make you feel so good,” he murmured gently, rubbing her spine with his thumb. “And if you want to, we will stop anytime.” He placed a hand on her thigh and stroked it, not as a sexual gesture but as a gesture of reassurance. Coupled with Jungsoo-oppa’s fingers interlaced with hers, it was enough to calm Taeyeon’s pulse a little. She took a deep breath, nodding in thanks at his comfort, and decided that she didn’t want to wait for the two men to make their moves. Taking the initiative, she put her hands on Jungsoo-oppa’s shoulders and gently pushed him down onto the mattress. He gave without protest or resistance, letting her settle him down, head on the pillow and body comfortably prone on the bed.

Straddling Super Junior’s leader, leaning over him, Taeyeon lowered her face to his. She briefly considered kissing him, but instead, the action of pressing their foreheads together and nuzzling against his face felt righter. Better. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as their noses touched and their cheeks brushed, feeling the small puffs of air against her mouth as Jungsoo-oppa breathed. For a moment, they just enjoyed the quiet peace, the pleasure of skin against skin.

Then Taeyeon reached between them and pressed the heel of her palm gently into the base of his cock. Jungsoo-oppa jerked, a groan escaping him. His hands flew up to grip her waist, fingers digging into her skin. His hips rolled, and his lower head brushed against her clit. Taeyeon gasped. She could feel her core beginning to pulse again, desperate for contact and friction. As if sensing her arousal, Heechul-oppa shifted, bringing his hand over and around her leg to touch her clit. Another moan fell from Taeyeon’s lips. Her legs felt weak, and it was difficult to hold herself up over Jungsoo-oppa’s body. And when Heechul-oppa used his entire hand, rolling the throbbing nub with his palm, she felt herself beginning to tremble. Unable to help herself, she reached between her own legs, her fingers brushing against Heechul-oppa’s at her center.

“Naughty,” Heechul-oppa whispered, making Taeyeon flush. He took her hand in his larger one and guided her fingers to caress her clit. Taeyeon didn’t try to stop it, the surrender of letting him use her hand to do his work turning her on just as much as the actual touching.

The entire time, Jungsoo-oppa had been relaxing and watching the show, the picture of leisure if not for his heaving chest, flushed cheeks, and turgid manhood. It was only then that he moved, reaching up to cup one of Taeyeon’s breasts in his hand. His thumb traced its supple curve before brushing the nipple, and Taeyeon keened. She wanted to press her legs together, to calm the pounding and throbbing at her center, but the lower limbs were spread with Jungsoo-oppa’s waist and Heechul-oppa’s hand working hers between them. She was so wet, she realized – so wet – that she could feel it seeping from her folds, smeared all about her core and inner thighs thanks to Heechul-oppa’s efforts.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “I can’t take it anymore. Jungsoo-oppa, Heechul-oppa, I want… I want…” The sentence wouldn’t come out. But the two men didn’t need words.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to take us both?” Jungsoo-oppa asked one more time. Behind her, Heechul-oppa stilled, waiting to hear her response. Not even when Taeyeon wriggled her hips, trying to create more friction between his fingers and her core, did he move. Swallowing a frustrated cry, Taeyeon nodded. She knew that they just wanted to make sure she was completely ready – and she was.

At her affirmation, Heechul-oppa took his hand away from between her legs, freeing her hand in turn. A glance over her shoulder made Taeyeon aware that he was opening the bottle of lube, holding it carefully at an angle as to not spill any on the bed. Her heart pounding, she turned her attention back to Jungsoo-oppa and lowered her body, feeling every inch as he entered her. She felt the moment the head of his cock slipped inside her wet folds, she felt every centimeter as he sunk deeper and deeper into her core, and she felt the moment he bottomed out inside her, the tip pressing against that one spot. The stretch of her inner muscles felt so good that it almost hurt – almost – making her head spin. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back, taking deep breaths in an attempt to control herself.

Beneath her, Jungsoo-oppa moaned, going to roll his hips, but Taeyeon stopped him by wrapping a gentle hand around his throat. Not yet. She wanted desperately for him to move, too, because the feeling of him inside her was torturous, and her pulsing, trembling channel was demanding for more, but she was sure she’d come all too soon if she let him move.

Taeyeon took another deep breath when she felt Heechul-oppa’s hand hovering near her asshole. It wasn’t her first time in the back end, but it was her first time in both, and stark cold of the lube against her heated skin was always difficult to adjust to. She struggled not to tense when Heechul-oppa slipped a lubed finger inside her, murmuring reassuringly. It felt a little bit odd, as it always did, but Jungsoo-oppa’s hand, slipping through hers and squeezing, helped her relax as Heechul-oppa worked her with his finger, getting her used to the sensation. It didn’t take long until she was gasping and just a finger wasn’t nearly enough. Sensing her want for more, Heechul-oppa slipped another digit in, slowly, carefully scissoring his fingers.

Taeyeon’s toes curled at the sensation that swept over her. She had to fight to keep herself upright, not expecting the pleasure to be so potent. There was a heat stirring in her core that she’d never felt before, and all she knew was that she wanted it – no, needed it – to expand, to engulf her entire body until it was all she could think about.

“More.” The word was broken and hoarse, and sounded even more wrecked than Taeyeon had expected. Her own voice sounded so deliciously helpless… Taeyeon moaned, the thrill going straight to her core.

Heechul-oppa didn’t tease. Obediently, he removed his fingers from her, eliciting an unexpected murmur of complaint from Taeyeon, and squirted more lube onto his hand, making sure to thoroughly smear her tight ring of muscle in preparation for him. Hazily, through the cloud of lust, Taeyeon realized how well the two men were taking care of her, despite how dirty what they were doing was. Jungsoo-oppa’s fingers were still threaded through hers, comforting, and Heechul-oppa must have been dying to feel something against his cock, but his movements were unhurried and meticulous as he got her ready. It touched her, and, more appropriately for this situation – their sweetness was also a turn-on. Involuntarily, her walls squeezed once around Jungsoo-oppa, making him gasp.

Heechul-oppa placed his hands on her waist, and Taeyeon felt the head of his lubricated cock against her asshole. Kissing her spine reassuringly, he pushed ever-so-slightly forward, his tip sinking inside. Taeyeon swallowed thickly as he continued, entering her inch by inch and pausing at little increments to give her time. She could feel his hands on her hips, fingers tight and clenched as he tried to control himself. A strangled groan escaped him.

Little by little, Heechul-oppa advanced until he was fully sheathed inside her and she could feel the heat of his body against her back. His chest was heaving, breath hot against the back of her neck as he panted at the feeling of her clenching around him.

“Fuck,” Taeyeon breathed as her body fully adjusted to the two men inside her. Her head spun – she couldn’t believe it felt this good, just by having them both. They weren’t even moving, and she––oh God. Heechul-oppa thrusted incrementally, gingerly, and Taeyeon’s mind blanked. She couldn’t describe the feeling in words, other than that she had never felt so full, so hot, before. Her entire body was trembling, and it felt like her muscles would no longer obey her if she tried to move them. That ball of pleasure inside her was already pulsing, already on the brink of an imminent explosion, and she needed it to. She needed it to burst.

Jungsoo-oppa was studying her intently for any sign of discomfort, and seemed to be unsure of what to think of her reaction. “Taeyeon?” he asked softly, and she just barely heard him through the haze.

“You okay?” Heechul-oppa’s voice, behind her, was strained and hoarse. “Taeyeon? Can we…”

“Move,” Taeyeon hissed, barely able to get even that word out. “Both of you, just… fuck me already. Please, I need––”

Without bothering to hear the rest of her plea, Jungsoo-oppa canted his hips upward, making all three of them jerk and pulling a gasp from Taeyeon. Following suit with his friend, Heechul-oppa thrust – not as hard as Taeyeon would have liked, but hard enough to have her seeing stars, for her toes to curl and her clit to throb and her eyes to roll to the back of her head. Her moan caught in her throat as the two men repeated the motions, again and again until they had established a steady rhythm, thrusting in tandem with the other so that she was always filled. Her body rocked with each movement, and it was all Taeyeon could do to hold onto her sanity under their coordinated efforts.

Oh my God. How was she supposed to find the words? That pooling heat in her core that was always part of sex was at least twice as searing as it usually was, driving her right to the edge and making her hungry, desperate, for more. Taeyeon’s mouth opened, but no sound except for frantic gasps came out. She clung to Jungsoo-oppa’s shoulders to prevent herself from collapsing entirely, unable to do anything else as that knot inside her became hotter and hotter and tighter and tighter, preparing to give.

“How is it?” She barely understood Heechul-oppa’s strained, breathy whisper in her ear as he rocked into her in coordination with his friend. “To have both of us inside you?”  

It’s – it’s… “So – so full…” Taeyeon gasped, her power of speech nearly robbed. “So… good… ah…”

She sounded so needy, so wanton, more than she’d ever heard herself sound before. It fully dawned on her blank, overwhelmed mind how entirely helpless she was in that moment, how she was letting these two men see her at her most vulnerable. Normally she was so uncomfortable with opening up like this, but because it was Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, two men that she loved and trusted with her life, it only made her feel hotter. A whimper left her at the thought that she could willingly, happily let them see her like this, her inner walls spasming once and clamping down hard on the two men. Below her, Jungsoo-oppa grunted, and behind her, Heechul-oppa gasped.

Together, with that same unyielding partnership that kept Super Junior going for so long, they worked her higher and higher, with low moans and strained gasps and gentle, reassuring hands on her stomach, sides, thighs, arms, all the while plowing into her, ruthless and without mercy. That coil inside her was still growing, still tightening, still burning hotter and hotter, until Taeyeon was convinced it was surely going to give – but somehow, it didn’t, it wouldn’t reach that peak that she desperately craved. Her eyes filled with tears at Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa’s brutal, punishing thrusts, and the dazed thought that there was no chance she was going to be walking properly in the morning flitted through Taeyeon’s head – but then another harsh snap of Jungsoo-oppa’s hips wiped any coherency from her mind completely.

Then it was just physical, her brain putting a stop to anything else in favor of just focusing on the sensations that were crashing over her body with overwhelming force – climbing, climbing, climbing, climbing, yearning for that release that she knew was imminent but seemed to be hovering just out of her reach. The ruthless precision and cooperation of the two men inside her were making her nearly delirious, barely able to remember who she was and how this was happening, and the lewd sounds that were falling from all three of them – the moans, gasps, mewls, the whimpers and the cries – did nothing but enhance that need to be able to get to that peak. Just a little more – just a little hotter, a little harder––

Jungsoo-oppa cupped her soaked, swollen clit in his palm and rolled, the heated skin of his hand rubbing against the nub from all angles. Taeyeon’s back arched as that twisting, burning, writhing coil inside her snapped, without warning and with the force of a train wreck. She came hard, inner muscles clenching wildly, the knot that she’d wanted so much to erupt sending a violent explosion of hot, liquid pleasure throughout her entire body. Her body convulsed in synchronization with the spasming of her walls around Heechul-oppa and Jungsoo-oppa, and the latter, orgasm triggered by hers, threw his head back, his strangled cry ripping through the pants and gasps to echo throughout the apartment. And that sight, that sound – that must have done it for Heechul-oppa, too, because with two more sloppy, frantic thrusts into her, his body went rigid, his cock twitching, and she felt his seed inside her even through the material of the condom. The feeling of two men coming inside her at the same time made Taeyeon tremble, her own orgasm prolonged as her walls clamped down a few more times around them, gradually getting slower and weaker until they stopped altogether.

Taeyeon raised herself gingerly up from Jungsoo-oppa as Heechul-oppa slipped out of her. Breathless, her body feeling unbelievably light and tingly, she collapsed onto Jungsoo-oppa’s prone, sweaty body in a boneless heap, her chest heaving and her thighs still trembling. Heechul-oppa didn’t bother moving much either, opting to relax right on top of her, squishing her between the two men. For a moment, all she processed was the sound of their panting, the warmth of their shared body heat, and the unreal weightlessness of her body. Her mind was completely blank, any care spared for thought completely depleted.

It must have been for at least two minutes that they just lay there, catching their breath, not saying anything and not really wanting to say anything. The silence was broken by Heechul-oppa’s voice, husky and raw from what had happened just minutes prior.

“That was… something.”

It was one of the few times Taeyeon had ever heard him sound at such a loss for words. An amused huff escaped her. “You could say that.” She glanced down at Jungsoo-oppa, whose eyes were cracked lazily open and staring at her. “Sorry. I should probably get off you.”

“You’re fine,” Jungsoo-oppa murmured, his gaze switching to his friend, sharpening to a playful glare, “It’s him that’s the problem.”

“What’s the matter? You love it when I lay on top of you after a good fuck.” Heechul-oppa’s words were taunting, as per usual, but there was an unexpected softness in his voice. Without another sound of protest, he extricated himself, flopping down on the mattress a little bit away from Jungsoo-oppa. Sensing that he’d left space for her, Taeyeon gave Super Junior’s leader a brief kiss on the nose and followed, pulling herself to the side and wriggling until all three of them were comfortably lying in the bed, her in between the two men.

Heechul-oppa peeled the condom gingerly off his softened member, discarding it in the trash can. After a moment, Jungsoo-oppa did the same, careful not to let any of his seed spill out and get on the floor. “Are you okay?” he asked her softly as she sat up, wincing a little at the soreness between her legs.

Okay definitely wasn’t the right word to be describing her right now (she was much more than okay), but Taeyeon understood his intentions. She nodded, playfully palming his cheek.

“We should clean you up,” Heechul-oppa commented, and Jungsoo-oppa dipped his head to gesture his agreement.

“That’s okay.” Taeyeon didn’t want them to feel obligated. “I can do it myself.”

“Yeah, but I want to do it for you. And I’m sure Jungsoo does, too.” Heechul-oppa’s reply caught her off guard. She blinked, staying silent this time as the two men left the bedroom. They had both already been to her apartment plenty of times, so there was no need to worry that they wouldn’t know where to find the bathroom, or the towels.

They’re walking around my apartment naked right now. The realization, while it should be obvious, only just hit her now, and she had to fight to stop a giggle from bursting through. Not that it was funny, really, it was just altogether odd. But not in a bad way. There was something pleasing about the situation; two of her close friends taking such considerate care of her after their threesome. It made Taeyeon realize, again, what good people Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were. She was glad to be friends with them.

Waiting for the two, Taeyeon wriggled over the mattress and sheets so she could reach over to her nightstand and take out the bottle of birth control pills that she kept in one of the drawers. She knew that Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa had done their part in putting on condoms, but she generally didn’t feel secure after sex without minimizing the chance of any accidents as much as possible, which meant that, on top of her partner – or partners, in this case – having a condom on, she had to make sure she had contraceptives, as well. She took one, screwed the cap of the bottle back on, dropped it into its original spot, and shut the drawer.

Not ten seconds after, the two men returned, Heechul-oppa also with his clothes that had been discarded earlier in the living room. Both of them were holding wet towels. Wondering if they were really, genuinely going to do it for her, Taeyeon stretched out her hands expectantly. Part of her was ready for them to hand her the towels and let her do the somewhat complicated part, but Jungsoo-oppa shook his head. “Let us do it.”

“Yeah. You have to be exhausted after that,” Heechul-oppa agreed. “We’ll take care of it. Please?”

Please. Did they really want to do that for her that badly? It was surprisingly touching. She nodded. “Okay.”

Pleased at her response, Heechul-oppa bent down and gave her a brief but gentle kiss on her forehead, brushing strands of hair away from her face before he pulled away and giving her a mischievous, shit-eating grin. Rolling her eyes, muttering that this was why his nickname was “nutcase”, Taeyeon swiped him away playfully, adjusting herself on the bed to make room for the two Super Junior members. They settled themselves comfortably around her, gently probing between her legs and wiping her wet folds down with the water-soaked towels. The material was warm, presumably from the temperature of the water, and Taeyeon let out a little sigh of pleasure. It felt surprisingly, completely natural, what they were doing. The three of them had always done so many things together, and this wasn’t much different.

Jungsoo-oppa seemed happy at her expression of contentment. That bright smile spread across his mouth, lighting his entire face up and brightening those beautiful eyes. “Does that feel good?” he asked gently, tenderly grazing his lips across her kneecap. Going the tiniest bit breathless at his affectionate display, Taeyeon nodded wordlessly, reaching forward and petting his head. The action seemed to be satisfying to him, if the way he closed his eyes like a satisfied lap cat was any indication.

The two men worked diligently and quietly, carefully, until most of the wetness between Taeyeon’s thighs was cleaned off. “What about you two?” she asked as they confirmed that she didn’t need any more hands. They seemed relatively clean for their part, and her observation was confirmed when Heechul-oppa replied that they’d already washed themselves off.

“Then I’m going to take a shower,” Taeyeon decided out loud. As enjoyable as their threesome had been – and it was enjoyable – she was covered in sweat, unsurprisingly, and she wasn’t going to go to bed like this. Besides, the sheets of her bed needed changing after all that had happened on top of them, and she wasn’t in the mood to do so when she was so unkempt. To put it mildly.

“Want to join?” She was surprised at how simple it felt to ask them if they wanted to shower with her, but then again – it was hard to feel unsure about it when she saw the way their eyes glinted at her question. Taeyeon knew the answer before it was even out of their mouths.

Or rather, they never gave their answers through their mouths, instead opting to let their actions speak for themselves. Heechul-oppa leaned forward and kissed her, a soft and surprisingly chaste melding of lips after what the three of them had just done. On her other side, she felt Jungsoo-oppa place his chin on her shoulder, watching her exchange with his friend as he looped his hand through hers, intertwining their fingers and squeezing affectionately.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Taeyeon said a tad bit breathlessly as Heechul-oppa broke the kiss. Both men smiled.

She usually enjoyed showers regardless, but tonight, with Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa in the tub with her, it felt even more pleasant. It was the first time she’d ever been washed by someone else. Heechul-oppa insisted on lathering her scalp and hair with shampoo, his hands thorough and careful, and then helping her rinse it off with the hot running water. Jungsoo-oppa did the conditioner, gently smoothing through the locks of her hair with the creamy material and then also rinsing it off for her. Taeyeon had always wondered what it would feel like to let someone do such mundane things for her; although she’d not been sure that it would be pleasant for her, seeing as she was cripplingly frightened of ever being dependent on anyone, it was startlingly and wholly comforting.

It was also the first time that she had helped wash someone. She and Heechul-oppa teamed up to shampoo Jungsoo-oppa’s hair, meticulously wiping at his scalp through the soapy locks, and then washing it off with the hot shower water. Not that the effort wasn’t worth it to help him, but Jungsoo-oppa’s soft smile made everything even more worthwhile.

Next, she and Jungsoo-oppa worked together on Heechul-oppa, doing the same with him. After they’d finished that, the two men went back to work on her, lathering her body gently with body wash. Their warm, steady hands on her skin brought a whole different type of satisfaction than the kind they’d given her earlier in the bedroom, and Taeyeon found herself practically melting into their touch, letting them do their work. They were thorough; before she might have thought doing this would be totally awkward, but somehow, it wasn’t.

She sighed in pleasure as Jungsoo-oppa’s hands brushed over the curve of her hips. He smiled at her, that dimple flashing with the upward curl of his lips.

Once the men had finished with the body wash, Heechul-oppa turned on the water again, and they again worked in tandem to rinse her off. They might always say their personalities didn’t match, but their actual actions were perfectly coordinated together, getting the job done efficiently.

After she was cleaned, she helped Jungsoo-oppa do the same to Heechul-oppa, then helped Heechul-oppa do the same to Jungsoo-oppa. And following all that, the three of them took turns with their final rinsing to get rid of any traces of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that might be left.

They stepped out of the shower and dried themselves, patting excess water droplets away with towels. Taeyeon wrung her dripping hair over the bathtub, squeezing firmly until drops were no longer falling down her back, legs, and arms. Next to her, Heechul-oppa was rubbing Jungsoo-oppa’s hair firmly with his own towel, leaving it a chaotic mess but getting it sufficiently dry. Jungsoo-oppa returned the favor, and the result was a white-blonde mop of hair on Heechul-oppa’s head, ridiculously ruffled thanks to its length and the rather voluminous amount of hair that the self-proclaimed Universe Superstar had.

“We’d better get dressed,” Taeyeon commented as they left the bathroom, her making sure to leave the door open to let the condensation of their shower escape. The three of them shuffled down to the bedroom, and Taeyeon slid her underwear on and left the two men to put on their clothes in favor of dipping into her closet in search of something comfortable to put on at home. She found a long-sleeved grey cotton shirt that reached her upper thighs hanging a little bit from the entrance of the closet. Satisfied with the discovery, she slipped it on, pleased when the material settled loosely, not molding against the shape of her body. She didn’t bother to put on a bra or pants – Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa had already done much more than see her naked, so what was the point?

She came out of the closet to see the two men looking around a tad bit awkwardly, wearing nothing but their boxers and showing no signs of trying to put on their other clothes. Taeyeon’s brow furrowed. “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” It wasn’t like they could go back home dressed in nothing but their underwear. She stifled the brief surge of amusement at the thought of what a scandal that would cause. The media would absolutely explode.

“Well,” Heechul-oppa said, a hint of uncharacteristic uncertainty in his voice. “I was actually wondering if we could spend the night. I’m pretty sure he was, too,” he added, glancing at Jungsoo-oppa, who nodded a sheepish yes, looking the smallest bit embarrassed to be admitting that he had, in fact, been thinking the same thing.

Taeyeon blinked. Spend the night? She hadn’t expected that. She’d expected them to be on their way as soon as they were cleaned up, their business with each other done.

But it wasn’t like she didn’t want them to stay, either. In fact, it might be nice. If there was anything this night was proving to her it was that many things that she’d thought might be a hassle to do together were actually proving to be rather pleasant with other people. Or maybe not all other people, but they certainly were pleasant with the two men in front of her.

“That’s fine,” Taeyeon decided out loud. “As long as you both brush your teeth. I’ve got some spare toothbrushes – I’ll get them for you. And wait,” she paused, looking over the two of them, “are you really going to sleep in just your boxers?”

“Looks like we’ll have to,” Jungsoo-oppa replied, looking happy that she had said yes. “It’s not like we can sleep in the clothes we wore on the way here.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“Not if it’s us three,” said Super Junior’s leader cheekily. Taeyeon rolled her eyes as Heechul-oppa wrinkled his nose, cringing at his friend’s comment.

Like she’d said, she got out the spare toothbrushes and informed the two men – but not before brushing her teeth herself, as she wasn’t willing to wait until they got around to it. After that, as Jungsoo-oppa and Heechul-oppa were brushing their teeth, she brought out two spare pillows from the closet and arranged them on the mattress, getting ready for a night spent huddled up with two of her closest male friends.

A brief thought flashed through her mind – she could only imagine how furiously scandalized her father would have been if he’d been alive to hear about this. Not that she would have told him, even if he had been – she doubted she would have told much of anything to that man. He was never a good person to go to for comfort, and she could only imagine he’d be a much worse person to go to with the news that she’d just had a threesome. He’d considered sex before marriage an atrocious fault enough; how much more appalled would he be to hear that she had sex with two men at the same time without even being romantically involved with them?

Still, Taeyeon reflected at she flopped down in the bed, maybe he wouldn’t have let his fury and disgust show. He’d never been someone who let her know his feelings ever since her mother had passed away. For all she could imagine he would probably just have made a single flippant comment about her being out of her mind before hanging up, walking away – disengaging himself with her, whatever that entailed doing.

She was so busy wondering how her father would have reacted – or if he would have reacted at all, that was the real question, she thought with grim amusement – that she didn’t notice Heechul-oppa until he flopped down on the bedside to her left. “You were thinking about something depressing,” he commented as he settled.

“What gave it away?” Taeyeon didn’t bother trying to deny it.

“Not sure. Just something about the way you were looking at the ceiling.” He rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up by the elbows, staring at her blatantly. “What were you thinking of?”

The bedroom door, cracked open slightly, opened fully at that moment, and Jungsoo-oppa walked in, closing it behind him. “Yeah, what were you thinking of?” he asked, clearly having overheard the conversation.

Taeyeon hesitated, weighing her words. It was only until after Jungsoo-oppa settled on the bed at her right side that she spoke. “My dad.”

They fell silent. Both men knew about her father – the little she’d told them of him, anyway. She hadn’t had much to say about him because he’d never really revealed himself to her in a way that she could have understood back then. And now, even though she had a better grasp on the person that he had been, it was too late to pin down the full picture. Her father would always remain as he was in her head – someone who was so unbelievably clear after so many years, but simultaneously someone who didn’t even feel like a real person because of how murky and enigmatic he seemed. Taeyeon wondered if that had been his intention when he distanced himself from his children. Had he wanted them to remember him as only half of a full person?

Jungsoo-oppa reached under the covers and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately and bringing Taeyeon out of her thoughts. She was about to look over at him, slightly caught off-guard by the sudden action, but Heechul-oppa leaned over and kissed her forehead with surprising tenderness, letting his warm lips linger over her skin before he pulled back. Taeyeon moved her head from right to left, giving both men confused looks.

“What was that about?” she asked.

“We’re here now,” Jungsoo-oppa said simply. Heechul-oppa nodded.

Taeyeon’s lips curved upward into a small but genuine smile. “Thanks.” Her word was nothing more than a whisper, but there was no way they didn’t hear it, laying right next to her in the bed.

Her sleep that night was unusually deep. And in the morning, when Taeyeon sent the two of them off – but not before kissing both of them on the lips (starting with Heechul-oppa, since he’d greasily been sticking out his lips at her insisting on a goodbye kiss) – she found herself smiling. Small, but genuine.

She wasn’t sure about having the two men over to sleep every night, but she did know that she definitely wouldn’t be averse to inviting them back to her apartment several more times in the future.

[fantastic-bby]

A Really Stupid Fight

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: idk not smut

Summary: You and Jackson get into a reeeeeeeeaaaaally stupid fight. Don’t ask how I came up with it, just laugh if you think it’s funny.

A/n: So, this is the second time I’m writing this because my chrome crashed and deleted the whole thing while I was writing and I feel like eating my hair.

The warmth of the rays of sun that were shining into the room was what woke you. You let yourself stretch, your arms reaching for your boyfriend’s presence but was quickly disappointed when there was no one there. You groggily sat up to see his side of the bed empty and at first you thought that he had to go to the studio but the smell of coffee and bacon wafted into your bedroom from the open door. You rubbed your eyes and slipped on your bunny slippers before shuffling yourself out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. 

In the kitchen was Jackson standing over the stove, spatula in hand as the bacon sizzled in the pan. He turned over to you when he heard your slippers shuffle against the cold tiles, smiling at the sight of you, one of his t shirts loosely hanging over your body. 

“Morning.” You mumbled as you got closer to him to wrap your arms around his waist, squishing your cheek against his bare back. 

“It’s 2 in the afternoon, baby.” He chuckled, morning voice deep. He turned his attention to you, turning around and wrapping his arms around you to return your hug. 

“I’ve missed you,” You let out a content sigh, “I’ve missed this.” You smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve missed you too, (Y/n).” He pressed another kiss to the corner of your lips, filling you up with love with such a simple gesture. This was the first time in a very long time that you both had the same day off. Both your schedules were extremely busy and it was rare that you got to wake up with him still at home or got to spend more than just dinners or lunches together. That fact made you both relish in each other’s company like it was never going to happen again. 

The smell of something burning filled your nose, 

“Uhhh, Jackson?” You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. His eyes widened and he turned around to see the pan smoking. He let out a long “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh” as he turned off the heat and moved the pan onto a cloth on the counter. He scratched the back of his head and turned to you, asking you for help, “I thought you knew how to cook.” You teased him. 

“Yea, but I got distracted.” He chuckled as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “How bout you help me cook then we eat in the couch and watch whatever you want. How’s that sound?” He suggested as he tried prying off the bacon from the pan. You nodded as you gently took the pan from his hands, 

“Sounds lovely.” You kissed his cheek before scraping the rest of the burnt bits into the trash can. 

“What do you wanna watch?” He asked, leaning against the counter. You placed the pan on the counter and crossed your arms in thought, 

“Hmmmmmmm,” You hummed, “How bout we watch a drama.” You suggested. 

“A drama?” He cocked his eyebrow, “I assume you mean a K-Drama.” He chuckled as you nodded, breaking a cheeky grin. “Don’t you have enough Korean men in your life?” He gestured to himself, flexing his muscles. 

“Uhhh, Jackson, you’re not Korean.” You pointed out, stifling a giggle. 

“Wha-” He stopped himself as he remembered that he was in fact not Korean. “Oh, right.” A blush formed on his cheeks as he looked down, “Oh my goD I FORGOT I’M FROM HONG KONG!” He screamed into his hands. You couldn’t help but laugh at how extra he was being, looking like a child who accidentally called his teacher ‘mom’. 

“Baby, calm down.” You put your hand on his cheek, loving how cute he looked with a blush on his cheeks, the red spreading all the way to his ears. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing.” You giggled. He pulled you into a hug, 

“Never speak of this again. The guys would never let it go if they knew.” He muttered.

~

You opened your eyes and tried to scan the living room area. You looked at the drama that was playing on the TV, then tilted your head up to look at Jackson who was fast asleep. His chest was rising and falling as light snores escaped his lips. You smiled to yourself, thinking this was the perfect time to snap a photo of him. Being careful not to wake him, you gentle moved his arm off of your waist and got yourself up off the couch, only then noticing your cat sleeping on the carpet. You took gentle steps, trying hard not to wake both of them up as you made your way to the opposite side of the coffee table where you left your phone.

You noticed there was only one phone sitting on the glass table; Jackson’s phone. You furrowed your brows. You were sure you left it on the coffee table when you both started watching the drama. You looked at the clock perched on the wall, realising it was already 8 p.m. You started searching throughout the apartment thinking that maybe you left it somewhere else without noticing. But without any sign of your phone you headed back into the living and stood there with your hands on your hips.

“You look troubled.” You heard Jackson mutter. You turned around to see him snuggled up under a blanket as he looked at you with his eyes barely open. 

“Did I wake you?” You asked, sitting back down on the couch. 

“Hmmm, a little bit.” He yawned, wrapping his arm around you once again to pull you closer to him. He covered you with the blanket and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“Sorry, I just couldn’t find my phone,” You explained, “I tried looking all over the apartment but I swear I left it on the coffee table.” He hummed for a moment before sitting up and reaching for his own phone, 

“Want me to try calling?” He asked as he held up his phone. You nodded, your lips curling into a soft smile. He dialed your number and you both waited for the sound of your ringtone. But when his phone went to voicemail with no sound or vibration giving away the location of your phone you started to panic more. “Hey, hey, hey,” With one hand, he held onto yours and with the other he placed it gently on your back to calm you down, “We’ll find it okay? I’ll help you.” He brought your hand to his face and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles before lifting the blanket off of both of you and stood up. 

~

It was midnight and you still couldn’t find your phone. You were in full blown freak out mode and Jackson was starting to get tired. 

“Baby, can we try again tomorrow morning?” He asked. But you were too determined to find your phone, running in and out of rooms that you’ve already checked. The whole apartment was a mess; cushions on the floor, bedsheets crumpled on the dresser, kitchen cabinets were open but you just couldn’t find your phone. 

“I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t find it now.” You shook your head as you continued you look under cushions. 

“Baby,” He tried reaching out to stop you but you moved away from him to continue looking. “(Y/n), you’re overreacting.” He was starting to get annoyed, you could tell. But it wasn’t stopping you. He continued to watch you frantically searching. “(Y/n), c’mon. We should really look in the morning. You’re tired, I’m tired, even Kit’s tired.” He gestured to the cat who was still in the same spot, sleeping soundly. 

“I won’t be able to sleep. What if someone calls me and it’s important? What if something happens and my parents need to call me? What it-” He quickly cut you off with a gentle hold on your wrist and a peck on your lips, 

“Please?” He pouted but you shook your head once again and pulled yourself out of his grip. He groaned and sat on the couch. You knew he was annoyed because he had an interview early in the morning and needed sleep. But you were so invested in looking for your phone you just didn’t care anymore. “(Y/n), come on!” He called as you walked into the bathroom yet again. “You’re overreacting! Seriously!” He stood up and followed you around but you ignored him. “I can always just buy you a new one, you know. You have everything backed up on the cloud anyway!” You continued to ignore him. “(Y/n), stop being so god damn stubborn!” 

“Jackson! Just go to sleep without me!” You finally turned around to yell back, “I want to find my phone now, you can always sleep first!” 

“I would still be asleep if you weren’t looking for it.” He huffed angrily.

“Gee, I’m so sorry I woke you.” You rolled your eyes, turning to walk away.

“God, you’re fucking stubborn.” He grabbed your wrist so that you were facing him. “That’s your problem, (Y/n). You don’t listen to me. You want to do everything your way!” He yelled at you, his grip around your wrist tightening. You yank your hand out of his grip and head into the living room without saying anything. “Just stop and listen to me!” He continued to yell, “Stop being such a hard ass, (Y/n)! It’s a fucking phone! It’s not like it’s a million dollars or something! We’ve been looking for fucking hours!”

“If it’s such a big hassle then just go to sleep without me!” You yell back, turning to face him. “If it’s such a big burden then just let me do it myself! It’s not a big deal to you but it is to me!” You didn’t seem to understand why he was so angry, “Why are you so upset anyway?” You asked, trying to control your anger. 

“Because I care about you! You’re just making yourself more and more stressed and you do this all the time! Whenever I try and help you you end up pushing me away and it’s annoying that you won’t just let me help you!” 

“It you wanted to help, you’d either continue helping me look for my phone or you could just go to sleep.” You muttered, turning around. You heard his heavy footsteps storm towards you as he grabbed your wrist suddenly, 

“(Y/n), stop it and get some sleep!” He yanked you towards him, his grip around your wrist tight. 

“Jackson, let go.” You try pulling your hand out of his grip but his grip only tightens, 

“No, I’m getting tired of you just ignoring me when I’m trying to help you.” He was fuming at this point, the grip on your wrist just getting tighter that it was starting to hurt.

“Jackson, let. Go.” You say through gritted teeth but he doesn’t. 

“See? You’re doing it again. You just ignore everything I try and do for you!” He yelled, his fist so tight on your wrist you feel it might fall off. “STOP OVERREACTING!” He screamed at you, subconsciously yanking your wrist so hard that you’re sure it’ll bruise.

“JACKSON LET ME GO!” You scream as you feel tears forming in your eyes. You shove him with your free hand and rip your hand out of his grip. You looked at your wrist and you were right, it was aching and was already turning red. He glared at you, but his gaze softened when he saw tears coming out of your eyes as you rubbed your wrist.

“Shit.” You hear him mutter and see him move through your blurry vision. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He gently pulled you into an embrace, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n). I-I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean anything I said.” Apologies were spilling out of his mouth like a broken faucet as he held you close to him, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “(Y/n), look at me, baby.” He cupped your face with his hands, making you turn your attention to his beautiful brown eyes. They were glossed over and full of guilt, “I’m so fucking sorry.” He took your wrist and gently pressed a kiss to the bruising area. 

“I know.” You nodded, your face still covered in tear stains. He gently wiped them away with his thumbs and he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Let’s go to bed.” You whispered, officially exhausted and he nodded, putting a hand on the small of your back as you walked towards the bedroom. Kit awoke when you both started screaming at each other and when he noticed you were heading into the bedroom, he let out a ‘meow’ and stood to stretch, ready to follow you into the bedroom.

Both of you turned to see the grey tabby stretch before making his way over to rub himself against your legs. But you both turned to each other, sharing the same dumbfounded look. In the spot he had been sleeping at, was your phone. The entire time, your cat was sleeping on your fucking phone.

[the-quiet-winds]

Guiding Like a Lighthouse (part two)

[Sequel to ‘Between Angels and Demons’. Co-written with @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts]

[Part 2: Even Together, There Can Be Loneliness]

Jane, once she makes her way back to the kitchen, is greeted by a very confused Parr. 

“I heard the door slam,” Parr says softly, “what happened? Is she okay?”

Jane sighs, closing the door to the hallway as if Katherine could hear them from her room.

“We had a little bit of an... incident,” she says, for lack of a better way of phrasing it. Parr’s eyebrows raise and Jane clarifies. “She accidentally said something, and she’s a little bit embarrassed by it, I think.”

“What did she say?” Parr asks, leaning against the wall and folding her arms.

Jane looks at her slippered feet as a blush begins to burn in her cheeks. “She called me ‘mum’,” she says softly. 

Parr’s eyes widen but she gives a small, almost unseen smile. “Oh. How do you feel about it?”

“I loved it,” Jane admits, then looks at Parr. “I loved it, but she’s embarrassed about it so we agreed to not speak of it again.”

Parr tilts her head slightly, watching Jane for a few moments.

“I think she might come around,” she finally says. Jane frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just something I've picked up on,” Parr shrugs. “She enjoys it when you’re acting maternal around her, so it makes sense that she genuinely considers you to be a mother figure. Even if she doesn’t know it yet.”

Jane hadn’t considered this, mostly because she wanted to keep herself from getting her own hopes up and ultimately getting hurt. 

“Maybe,” she says with a shrug. “Now I think it’s time to eat, yeah?” she eyes the pasta she’d made, half-desperate to change the subject. “Don’t want it all to get cold, right?”

Parr gives her a small half-smile and thankfully drops the topic. Jane dishes out some of the pasta into bowls and then sets the rest aside for Katherine later.

Jane tries to make sure the subject doesn’t return to Katherine’s slip-up by bringing the conversation around to Parr’s current work, not wanting to dwell on the idea and potentially get her hopes up.

The evening quietly passes, and Jane, who settles on the couch to do some marking, never sees Katherine come down for dinner. 

So at about half-past eight, she brings the bowl up to her room. 

Katherine doesn’t even look in her direction, just mumbling a “thank you”, and continuing her work. 

Two hours later, when Jane goes to say goodnight, the pasta bowl is untouched and Katherine is asleep on her desk, arms folded on her notebook and face more or less buried in the crook of her elbow.

Jane tiptoes into Katherine’s room, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Kat, love?”

Katherine mumbles something incoherent and presses her face into her arm even more. Jane smiles softly.

“Come on, love, let’s get you to bed.”

Katherine, still mostly asleep, lets Jane help her up from the desk and across the room to the bed. Jane grabs a clean set of pyjamas from the dresser and places them in Katherine’s hands.

Katherine’s eyes are still heavily lidded, a sleepy, dopey grin on her lips as she pitches herself into the woman’s arms. 

Jane holds her tight, hoping the embrace provides the warmth and security Katherine was seeking, before letting the girl back. Jane brushes some hairs away from her face before pressing a soft kiss to Katherine’s forehead. 

“Get some sleep, love,” Jane says. she makes her way to the door, but the untouched bowl of food catches her eye. “Why didn’t you eat, darling?” she asks. But she notices next the water droplets on the notebook, obvious tears, and the essay that just scrapes two pages but thankfully is done. She picks up the bowl, Katherine blissfully unresponsive as she tries to stay awake long enough for Jane to leave. “Goodnight, Kat,” she murmurs.

“G’night,” Katherine mumbles, followed by something else that isn’t quite distinguishable but still makes Jane pause.

She knows it’s just because she wishes she could hear it more than anything, but some traitorous part of her truly believes Katherine had sleepily mumbled, “g’night, mum.”

Jane’s heart hurts to think of it, that she’s tricking herself like this when it was probably nothing more than a sound, and she blinks rapidly as she opens Katherine’s bedroom door again and looks back at the almost fast asleep girl.

“Sweet dreams, love.”

---

The next few days, more or less, are absolute hell for Jane. 

Katherine barely looks her in the eyes, even in class. Her participation is a little less each day, an embarrassed flush flooding her cheeks whenever Jane calls on her. 

Jane doesn’t ask her about it, because she can’t bear to hear how Katherine messed up when she called Jane ‘mum’, how she probably didn’t even want that kind of relationship at all. 

And it stings. But Jane keeps a smile on her face and a perfect “nothing is wrong” facade.

School was weird for Katherine anyway. it’s not like anything had been officially said, but still everyone seemed to know that she’d been taken out of her father’s care and now lived with their English teacher. It wasn’t exactly the kind of gossip that made Katherine fade into obscurity, that’s for sure.

Now, as well as hushed whispers and discreet points in her direction, she had to contend with how much she’d messed up in that stupid slip-up with Jane.

As a result, she spends a lot of time in her room with the door closed. She doesn’t want to face Jane, or even Parr. And while she can’t shut out the harsh whispers at school, she can stop sitting in Jane’s room during lunch and drawing attention to herself. 

Only three days after the slip-up, Katherine is barely even eating lunch, sitting in the cafeteria, nose in a book.

She tries to distract herself as best she can from the fact that she has English last period today. This normally means that Katherine would hang around the classroom and talk to Jane about her day whilst Jane sorted out the last things she needed to before she left school.

Part of her contemplates whether Jane would stop her if she left at the end of the lesson and went to get the bus instead. Would she let her do it? Katherine isn’t sure.

She decides to try anyway. 

At the conclusion of the lesson, without a single word to Jane, she packs up her bag and breezes out of the room, following her classmates towards the bus loop. 

She finds and climbs on her normal bus, number 24, and doesn’t notice that she doesn’t recognize a single face on the bus until they’re pulling away from the school. 

When they reach the first intersection, the bus makes a left, even though Katherine knows they should be making a right. 

They changed the bus routes, she figures out very quickly, and wherever she’s going she’ll be a long way from home.

She knows she should probably get off the bus at the next stop and figure out a way to get back, but some petulantly fed up part of her stops herself. She just wants to be alone for a while, without Jane or Parr around, where she doesn’t have to think about everything she says and does in case something like that slips out again.

And so she sits there on the bus, crossing her arms and leaning on her backpack, resting her head on her arms.

Jane is immediately concerned when it’s past 3:30 and Katherine isn’t home. 

She let Katherine take the bus, knowing the girl wanted some alone time, but even if she had taken the bus she would have been home by now. 

She waits another fifteen minutes before grabbing her phone. 

“Where are you?” she texts, followed by, “please let me know you’re alright,” then finally, “I love you, Kat.”

Katherine doesn’t even notice her phone vibrating in her bag; she’s too deep in thought to be aware of much that’s going on around her.

She’s finally shaken out of her reverie by the bus driver leaning out of his seat and calling to her.

“‘Scuse me, miss. last stop.”

Katherine slips her backpack on and makes her way off the bus. This place is familiar, she realizes, and it only takes a moment before it hits her.

They didn't change the bus routes. 

She took the wrong bus.

Bus 24 took her to her old place, and she's only two blocks away from her father's house. She’d recognize these sidewalks she would run on all the time.

Unfortunately, this was the absolute other end of town from where she lived now, where home was. 

And it was getting dark fast.

So she starts to walk.

It’s a chilly day, and Katherine pulls her school coat tighter around her as she walks, tucking her hands into her sleeves to try to ignore the brisk breeze.

Her stomach starts to rumble a couple of minutes into her walk, a remnant of her barely-touched lunch. She shoves her hand into her pocket and is delighted to find a pound coin; she knows there’s a little shop around here she could buy a snack from. It was the one she used to wish she could visit as she ran back to her house when she lived with her father, much hungrier back then than she was now.

It’s nearing five, and Jane is beginning to panic. 

Katherine still hadn't come home, all of her calls going straight to voicemail and her texts going unanswered.

It’s growing rapidly darker and colder with each passing moment, and she knows Katherine isn't thinking straight. But she also has no idea where Katherine even is.

---

Katherine must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, because she really doesn't know where she is anymore.

By now, she should have made it back to the school, but she's in some sort of housing development project, with barely-working streetlights above her.

Finally admitting defeat, she reaches for her backpack and pulls out her phone. 

Just as she does, someone comes barreling into her. before she can react, they rip her bag off her back and sprint off, all of her school work, her wallet, her keys, everything except her phone, gone in an instant.

She tries to yell after the person but they turn the corner before she can find her voice. She runs to where the person disappeared but they’d vanished completely and Katherine comes to a stop, staring hopelessly into the distance.

Her first thought, slightly bizarrely, is that it was going to be a pain to get all her school notes written again.

Her second thought prays that Jane won’t be angry with her.

Jane has bought her that backpack, that wallet, all the notebooks and the cute little keychains attached to her house keys. She’d given Katherine almost everything the girl now owned, and someone had grabbed it from her because she’d been stupid enough to get the wrong bus.

She’s snapped out of her reverie by a voice somewhere behind her. 

"You’re in the wrong place, darling."

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[howardpotts]

A Little Spark - Part 2

The second time

Summary: Thor made you breakfast. You seduce him one more time, making things hot in the shower. ;)

Warnings: s m u t

Wordcount: 3241

A/N: Y E S, i’m so feeling this little fanfiction. I’m not done with this yet ;) Let me know what you think! And thanks for liking/reblogging my stuff! I really appreciate it! <3

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It’s 8 in the morning when your alarm wakes you up. You hit your alarm a few times before it shuts up. You look at the other side of the bed, but it’s empty.

Of course. Just like you thought; a one night stand.

You drag yourself out of bed, still feeling satisfied with the fact that you finally got laid last night. And you got laid with no other than the fucking God of Thunder. You felt a little bit of an ache down there, but it was a good one, not a painful one. It made you rethink about last night, especially about the little bolts he sent through your body.

You lazily walk to your livingroom to put on the news, but you stop the moment you hear some rumbling in the kitchen.

No way, is he still here?

When you walk in to the kitchen, you see Thor cooking something on your stove. Guess it’s a good thing he feels like he’s home. You cough quietly to grab his attention.

With a smile, Thor turns around. “You’re awake!” He walks to you and gives you a soft kiss on your temple. A little smile appears on your face. “What are you cooking?”, you ask curiously as you walk to the stove.

“I learned this from Tony. Scrambled eggs with bacon is what you Midgardians call it, right?” The smell makes your belly rumble.

You get two plates and some cutlery and put it on the kitchen table. He grabs the pan from the stove and joins you. “I hope you enjoy it.” You grab his hand and squeeze it softly. “I’m pretty sure I will.”

When the first bite reaches your tongue, a small moan leaves your mouth. “Yes, this is just what I needed”, you say with your eyes closed.

When you open them, a smiley Thor stares at you, his cheeks a bit red.

Red? Is he blushing because you just complimented him on his cooking ? “What? Did you doubt yourself?”, you ask. He shakes his head. “I love it when you make that sound.”

This time it’s you who’s blushing, realising the moan you let out. Your gaze goes to the food in front of you, not really daring to look the God in the eye again. “I guess you give me everything I needed”, you say. First the D, now this delicious meal.

“It’s my goal to give you everything you desire”, he says and grabs your hand again. You now have the courage to look at him again. “Well… Then… I have a list”, you joke. A low husky laugh leaves his mouth. Shit, his laugh is sexy.

You eat in silence for a few seconds, before Thor speaks up again. “If you don’t mind me asking; how did you become a part of the Avengers?”, he asks curiously before taking another bite of his bacon. You knew this question was coming, but you didn’t expect it so soon.

“Well”, you say, “I kind of discovered my powers a year ago. My fosterparents always told me I did weird things when I was a kid, but I never did them when I grew up; as if I had forgotten them.”

You take a sip of your coffee before you continue with the story. Thor has his full attention on you. “And last year I discovered my powers again, when a man made me lose my temper. I discovered again that I can control stones. I hurt him pretty bad, which I didn’t regret at that time, but later on I did felt sorry for him. I searched for help and ended up here. Tony did a lot of experiments on me before I was even allowed to practice my skill.”

He nods and swallows his food. “What did the man do to enrage you like that?” His eyes glister, making it unable for you to look away. The God was perfect in any way possible, but you tried not to get consumed by it. This little adventure will be over within an hour.

“He cheated on me”, you say outright and monotone. At the time you might feel enraged and depressed, but you grew and got over the brat. You know it’s not your fault, you’re just really glad you dodged the bullet before taking it to the next level.

Thor shuffles in his seat. “Only a dumb fool would cheat on such beautiful woman.” The words made your heart skip a beat, but you don’t show it. The only thing you give him is a simple smile. “Well, life be like that sometimes”, you shrug. “He’s gone now.”

You take another bite, still enjoying the food as if it’s the first bite. Slowly you feel a little bit of a heat between your legs. Could it be possible to… seduce the God for one more go? Just one more, that’s enough.

You hold back a mischievous smile and moan one more time for the food in your mouth. “Ohh, this food is so good”, you say, the ‘good’ also being half a moan.

Thor looks at you with his bottom lip in his mouth. You’re not sure if it’s working or if he’s holding a laugh for your pathetic performance.

Deliberately you leave a bit of food on the corner of your mouth. You chew the rest of your food. “You- you have a little-“, the God points to his own mouth.

You fake a little ‘o’ before brushing your finger down your bottom lip and taking the food away at the corner. You bring your finger in your mouth just a little further than necessary. You hollow your cheeks and slowly put your finger out of your mouth, releasing your finger with a pop.

Thor is staring at you, but you ignore his gaze. You need him to snap, but you don’t know if you can get a God to snap. But it’s worth a shot, that’s for sure. Your body is heating up slowly, while you think about last night and how you want it again.

You get a sip out of your glass of orange juice before ‘accidentally’ putting it on your fork; causing it to spill all over the table and Thor’s pants. Excellent.

“Oh shi- I’m sorry, let me clean that up”, you say before Thor even gets a change to get up himself. You rush to the kitchen counter, a sly smile on your face when he can’t see you. You get a towel and turn around, the smile gone when you face him again.

You get on the floor next to him and make sure that you’re on your knees. You look up at him with your most innocent eyes. “I’m really sorry.” You put the towel on his pants and gently rub his leg all the way up to his private parts.

You look to the God again, who’s now grinning at you. The left corner of your lips curls up before focussing on the mess you made on the floor. You get the towel of the God and drop it on the floor.

“Leave the mess.” His voice is husky and low. He wasn’t giving advice, but he was rather commanding. “Let’s clean ourselfs up in the shower.”

You leave the towel for what it is and stand up in an instant. You go to the bathroom immediately and turn on the shower for the water to get hot. Thor walks in with his shirt already lost somewhere in the livingroom.

Even though you’ve seen the sight in front of you before, it still makes you stare. He chuckles and walks towards you. He gently helps you out of your clothes, making a pile of it just next to you.

When he rids you of your bra, he stares at your breasts again. He cups them with his hands and kneads them, his eyes never leaving the sight. You let out a little moan and steady yourself by gripping his hip.

His eyes shoot up to yours, but yours are closed. You’re concentrating on the feeling the God is giving you. He lets go of your breasts, making your eyes pop open and a whine coming out of your mouth. You needed his touch.

“We’re solely here for cleaning purposes”, he grins and rids himself from his pants. You shake your head, smiling from his teasing.

When you’re out of your panties, you’re the first to get under the streaming hot water. You close your eyes when you feel the water covering every inch of you, your fingers trailing your own body.

Thor’s enjoying the view; watching you getting relaxed while the water is running down your skin. His cock is twitching, pre-cum around the top it.

You open your eyes and are met with a fully naked Thor. Is it weird that you could come from his sight alone? You hold out your hand and crook your finger, signalling to join you.

He doesn’t hesitate and joins you willingly. Not in the mood to wait any longer, he pushes you against the wall and kisses you passionately. You moan in his mouth, a few water drops slipping in your mouth.

He presses his cock against your folds, letting you know that he can’t wait for what will come. One of his hands are in your hair, the other on your ass.  You scratch his back lightly with your nails, which causes Thor to moan. “What you’re doing to me”, he whispers in your ear. His voice so raw and low, it only turns you on more. It’s so.. manly.

As much as you hated to admit, you’re a sucker for a man taking care of you while heating things up. You’re always saying things like ‘women don’t need men’ and ‘we can do whatever we want’, but at those moments you’re so willing to do whatever he pleases.

He pushes his weight on you a bit more, his cock leaving more pressure on your folds. You throw your head back to the wall while biting your bottom lip. You needed him so bad, you wanted his touch all over your body, his cock slamming in and out of you.

As if he can hear your mind, he leaves your ass and spreads your legs. He takes a bit of a distance between the two of you to make room for his hand to sneak to your folds.

Again, he kisses you hard and with passion, while his hand is teasing you with rubbing your inner thighs. He bites your bottom lip. You moan and buck your hips.

He releases your bottom lip and lowers his head to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere. “Thor, please”, you whine. You really needed some action and he was delaying you from it.

“I’m doing to you what you did to me, my dove”, he says. He finds the sweet spot in your neck and a moan leaves your mouth. You feel his lips tighten, which means he’s smiling. You wanted to scoff at him to take that grin of his face, but instead another moan leaves your mouth when he’s sucking that same sweet spot.

His hand is now sliding over your folds, still waiting to rub your clit. “Please, I’m sorry, just, do something”, you say. “I’m sorry, I won’t-“ You get cut off by him slipping in and reaching your clit. His finger making fast 8’s.

Your legs weaken, so you grab a hold of his shoulder. His head jumps up and he looks at you. He presses his forehead to you, but continues to star in your eyes. You stare back, his lustful eyes making you more weak than you already were.

He pushes a finger in to you, soon a second joins. “You feel amazing around my fingers”, he pants while quickly pumping them in and out of you. You respond with a small cry of enjoyment.

A third finger pushes in as well, stretching your walls up a bit. “Jesus”, you pant as you feel yourself close to the edge. Your hands are still holding on to his shoulders to make sure you ‘re not falling.

“That’s a different guy”, he says. A smile appears on your face, but disappears just seconds after when the knot in your stomach explodes. A series full of moans, groans, pants leave your mouth. Thor catches them all with his lips close to yours.

Your legs shake and you have trouble holding yourself up, but somehow manage to stay where you are. Thor’s fingers go in and out for another few times, but leave when your orgasm is done.

He wanted to clean them in the shower, but you grab them quickly. One by one you put them in your mouth to clean them yourself. Thors mouth is open, taking it all in.

After you’ve licked them clean, you drag your hand from his chest to his abs, stopping by his cock. You wanted to grab it, but he stops you.

He set both of his hands under your ass. “Jump”, he says and you obey. You know what’s about to come so a smile is set on your face. You can’t wait to feel his cock inside you.

“So this was your little plan”, he growls while looking at his cock, which is pressed against your folds again. You nod innocently. “And it worked”, you say proudly.

He growls something along the lines of ‘of course’, but you weren’t sure. He stares at your body for a few seconds, before slowly pressing his cock in you. You throw your head back while you feel him fill you up.

Again, you’re surprised how big he is. He keeps going deeper and deeper and you wonder if it’s ever going to stop. He groans and bottoms himself out in one push, which makes you moan. He looks up at you to see if you’re in pain, but that’s not what you’re feeling. You’re feeling full, happy, excited and so turned on.

He starts to push slowly, your walls getting used to the size of him. He leans forward and pushes himself in to the crook of your neck. When he finds a comfortable position, he starts the real work. Pushing in and out of you as if the world depends on it.

“Fuck, yes, oh- yes!”, you moan. He growls at your reaction, pumping in and out even faster.

After a few more pushes, he gets himself out and lets you down. You look at him as innocent as you can. “Odin help me”, he says when he looks in your eyes.

He firmly grips your hips and twists you around. Your face is now facing the bathroom wall. You stand on your toes and stick out your ass a bit so he can access your pussy more easily.

He gives you a small slap on your cheeks, a small ‘hm’ is coming out of your mouth. You feel him enter again, bottoming out in one push this time.

Your hands are supporting on you on the wall so you don’t get pushed flat on it. Thor begins thrusting again and you can feel your arms getting weaker, not able to handle your and Thor’s weight.

Slowly you get pushed against the wall, the cold stone touching your nipples. Another moan leaves your mouth. “Fuck yes”, you hiss. 

His hands were on your hips the entire time, but left to grab your hands and put them above you. His grip was firm. His hips buck in to you even harder. “Shit, feels so good”, you manage to get out.

Your fingers scratch the bathroom wall, searching for something to get a grip on. You feel another knot starting to grow in your stomach.

“You look so beautiful. So good under me”, Thor pants. He lets go of your hands and grabs your shoulders. Whenever he bucks his hips to you, he pushes your body down on his cock as well. A load moan echoes through the bathroom. Maybe today was the day that he was going to really fuck your brains out.

“I- I’m c-coming, my- my king”, you manage. Somehow you knew he was going to like it so you went for it, and god did he like it. He gritted his teeth, a loud groan leaving his mouth before speaking up.

“I want to feel you come, fuck-“, he says as he tries to keep up the pace, heavy pants coming out of his mouth. His hands leaving your shoulders, going back to your hips.

Your legs shake and you come again. Your body is hot, but the bathroomwall is cool against your skin. You shudder at every little touch you feel.

Thor’s thrusts get sloppy real fast and than he releases in you. He grabs your hips tightly, his head is now in your neck, head resting on the wall that you’ve been pushed to a few minutes ago. You can feel how he’s releasing in you, so you hold as still as possible.

When he’s over his orgasm, he gets himself out and turns you around again. He presses his lips on yours for a few seconds, before leaving them again. His eyes are still closed when he presses his forehead to yours. You’re both trying to calm down, your hearts racing in your chest. You also have your eyes closed, enjoying his company and his sweet touches.

He gets his head up again and opens his eyes. You’re both slowly getting down from your high. A sweet smile appears on his face, making you blush. He’s so sweet and adorable, you can’t ignore that. You can’t ignore how he has threated you.

When he steps back in to the streaming water, you’re secretly whining in your head that he’s not touching you anymore. You just want to cuddle up with him. You want to watch a movie with him and for him to absentmindedly massage your hair. You just want him to stay. But you know he won’t. Even if you both wanted him to; he has business on Asgard.

Thor grabs your hand and pulls you in to the water as well. He grabs your bottle of shampoo and puts a bit on his hand. You turn around slowly and turn your back to him.

He grabs massages the shampoo in your hair carefully. It feels so nice and warm. A light smile is on your face and your eyes are closed, taking in every touch he leaves on your head.

When he has rubbed it all in, you take a step back in to the water and let the shampoo stream from your hair, to your body, to the ground. You do the same to him, and give him a little shampoo-massage.

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When you’re fully dressed and ready for work, you give him one last look. Will this be the last of your adventure? Please, let it not be.

You wouldn’t complain if this would become a weekly, hell a daily, thing. Him coming to your apartment, or maybe you coming to his. Discovering new places, positions and touches. God, you’d love that.

You grab an apple and give another one to Thor. “We’re late”, you say as you watch the clock. You should’ve been in the compound five minutes ago.

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The Tenth Floor pt8

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“Make who pay?” You pulled away from Taehyung, trying to see his face in the scarce light of the half-moon. “Why would you even think that it’s a ‘him’?”

Taehyung shrugged. “You were out with Yoongi all day, so I just assumed...” His voice trailed off. Seokjin must have told Taehyung where you were, and that coupled with the fact that you were only a block away from the carnival made it understandable how Taehyung would figure it out. 

“It has nothing to do with Yoongi.” You took a step back, away from Taehyung as you dried your eyes with the back of your sleeve. “He went home hours ago.” You weren’t sure why you suddenly didn’t want Taehyung to know what happened; maybe some part of you was protecting Yoongi, but you had no idea why. 

“Alright. So who did make you cry, then?” He asked after a moment.

“It doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “Can you drive me home?” 

“Yeah, but--” Taehyung didn’t look like he was ready to drop it, and you held up a hand for him to stop. 

“I know you want to help--and I appreciate it. But right now, I just want to go home. Anyway, what happened tonight is my business, I’ll sort it out.” 

Taehyung nodded, though somewhat reluctantly. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” He said gently, and you nodded despite being sure there wasn’t anything he could do. This was between you and Yoongi, and something told you that getting Taehyung involved wasn’t a good idea. 

It wasn’t until you were home, after kicking off your shoes and about to change into your pajamas that you realized that your shirt was buttoned crooked, your lipstick smudged, and your hair a mess. 

All you could do was hope that Taehyung believed your lie, and hadn’t jumped to more conclusions than what he let on.  

You called off from work the next day. You explained to Namjoon that you were fairly sure you had the flu, and that you didn’t want to spread it around. Namjoon didn’t argue, only told you that he hoped you would feel better soon.

His understanding only made you feel slightly guilty for lying to him. But you couldn’t go into the office today. Not after the previous night, leaving things with Yoongi like that--and you weren’t looking forward to seeing Taehyung either.

So you stalled facing your problems, drowning them in ice cream and dumb reality TV shows. By three in the afternoon, you could almost pretend that none of your current issues were real, that it was all just some bad dream and you were still unemployed and racking up debt. The thought shouldn’t have improved your mood, but you figured at least if you didn’t have a job, you also didn’t have a hot boss to almost sleep with. 

And Yoongi was attractive, you had finally decided. Asshole or not, there was something there, something about him that was new and exciting, and made you wish you didn’t care that you were his secretary, or about how it would make you look if anyone found out about it. 

You were starting to feel sick. This could have been all the candy and sweets you had eaten, or could have been caused by your train of thought, but either way, it was time to put away the ice cream and eat some real food. 

You were frowning at your empty fridge when your doorbell rang, and you turned your glare towards the sound. No one should be bothering you. Your neighbors all had day jobs, and they knew you had one too. It wasn’t like you had told anyone that you were staying home that day, other than Namjoon. 

You were tempted to ignore it, but when the buzzer sounded again, you internally sighed. Whoever it was wasn’t going to just leave, so you walked over to the peep hole. Who you saw didn’t make any logical sense, but you opened the door a crack anyway. 

“What’s up, doc?” You narrowed your eyes at Jungkook, who had a grocery bag in one hand, and what looked like a medical bag in the other. 

“Please don’t say that to me again.” He crinkled his nose, and it made him look a little like a bunny. “Namjoon said you were sick. So I’m here to check on you.” 

You rolled your eyes. “What, he didn’t believe me so he sent you to prove I’m lying?” You hadn’t meant to sound so snippy, but you didn’t have the patience for Jungkook right then, not with everything else that had been going on. 

“No.” Jungkook sighed. “We agreed that for you to miss work, you must really feel like shit, so I came to make sure you weren’t dead.” 

“Well, you got your answer.” You said dryly. You weren’t sure if you believed Jungkooks words or not. You started to close the door, but he caught it with one hand, making that impossible. He dropped the medical bag as he did so, not seeming to care as it hit the floor.

“You told Namjoon you had a fever this morning, has it gone down?” He asked.

“Why do you know where I live, anyway?” You demanded rather than answer his question. You let your door open, realizing that Jungkook wasn’t going to give up until he had his answers.

“Namjoon has all that information--you gave it to him, remember?” Jungkook picked up the bag from the ground before following you into your small apartment. 

“Yeah, I remember. But I thought it was confidential.” 

Jungkook shrugged, reaching a hand towards your forehead before you could respond. He put the back of it to your head lightly, frowning. 

“I don’t have a fever.” You said flatly. There was no point trying to convince a doctor that you had the flu when you were perfectly fine.

“No, you don’t.” Jungkook nodded. “Let me see your throat.” 

“Fuck off, you know I’m not sick.” You couldn’t muster the energy for your voice to have any malice, so instead you just sounded tired. Jungkook just rolled his eyes, walking past you to your kitchen. There he took the tea pot from the stove, filling it with water as though this was a normal thing for him. 

“I suspected you weren’t sick, but I wasn’t going to rule it out.” He said mildly. “So what happened between you and Yoongi last night?” 

You watched as he opened a few cabinets before locating the one with mugs, pulling two out. “What makes you think that anything happened between us?” You asked, trying to sound calm. Did everyone at the office know? Had Taehyung told them? Had Yoongi?

“Logic.” He answered, now looking for tea. He found it in record time, which was a little unnerving. “You and Yoongi went out together yesterday, you suddenly don’t want to come to work, Taehyung’s acting like he’s waiting for an excuse to kill Yoongi, and Yoongi came in to work with a teddy bear...” Jungkook gave you a smile. “You’ve really made working there very interesting, you know.” 

You blinked slowly at him as he handed you a mug of tea. “He did what?” You said after a second. 

“Who?” Jungkook was now looking in the plastic bag, and pulled out two to-go boxes, holding one out to you. 

“Yoongi.” You clarified. “You said he came to work with a teddy bear?” 

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah. When Hoseok asked him if he was alright, he just kind of shrugged and kept walking. Didn’t yell or anything.” 

“I take it that’s not something he usually does, then?” You said, and Jungkook laughed. 

“No. He’s more likely to burn a teddy bear than he is carry it around with him.” 

He didn’t stay much longer after that, ate his food and drank his tea, occasionally telling you to do the same, and then stood to leave. 

“You should come to work tomorrow.” He said as he stretched. 

“Why?” You scoffed. “So I can be fired?” You hadn’t told Jungkook anything of what happened, but he seemed to have been able to piece together enough. 

“I was thinking more that it you might be able to keep Taehyung and Yoongi from murdering each other.” He shrugged. “They both listen to you more than they do the rest of us.” 

You shook your head. You didn’t want to have that much influence over either of them, let alone both. “Are you going to tell them that I lied about being sick?” You asked as you followed him to your door. 

“Nah, what would be the good in that?” 

“Jungkook?” You stopped him halfway through the door. “Why did you really come here? You knew that I probably wasn’t sick, you said so yourself.” 

“Maybe I’m trying the whole “not being an asshole” thing.” He winked, and you rolled your eyes. 

You followed Jungkook’s advice the next day and showed up for work early, as per usual. Jimin raised an eyebrow at you in the elevator, but before he could make some snide comment, you started acting as though you were having a coughing fit. 

“Sorry--” You gasped between coughs. “I guess--I guess I’m still a little sick.” Jimin backed into the far corner, making a face as you continued. 

“You should’ve stayed home, then.” He muttered, and you ‘accidentally’ coughed in his direction, making him flinch. 

You fixed Yoongi’s coffee before knocking on his door, pushing it open without waiting for an answer. You had decided that your best bet was to act as though nothing had happened, and hope that he would do the same. 

“Morning!” You said with a smile, though it was slightly painful to look at him. Knowing how his lips felt on your, his hands on you... Were all things that you desperately needed to forget.

“Don’t you mean ‘good morning’?” Yoongi asked, and you noticed that he already had a steaming mug in his hand. 

“No, I was just stating that it was morning.” You replied. “I brought you your coffee, but I see you already have some.” 

Yoongi nodded. “From today on, there won’t be any need for you to bring me my coffee.” He looked back at the spreadsheet he had been looking over, and you frowned. What did that mean? Did it mean that from today you were fired?

“I’m not sure that I understand, sir.” You said, trying not to think the worst. 

“As surprising as it may be,” Yoongi said as he looked up with a small smile. “I’m capable of getting my own coffee, so there’s no reason for you to do it for me.” 

“Oh. I see.” You said with a slow nod. You didn’t see, but you weren’t going to argue. A small part of you felt almost disappointed that Yoongi hadn’t fired you--it would have made your life slightly less complicated if he had. “Well, if that’s all...” You were about to go, planning to slip out of the room before things got to awkward. 

“Wait, I--” Yoongi stopped when his eyes met yours, and he shut his mouth abruptly. 

“Yes?” You said, in your mind chanting please don’t say anything about the other night, please don’t say anything about the other night...

“Nothing. I’m just--I’m glad you’re feeling better, that’s all.” He finished, the words sounding a little strange coming from him. You realized that he seemed to have stopped putting on the act around you, and you almost wanted it back. At least with screaming Yoongi, you knew what to expect. This other Yoongi... You had no idea what he was going to do. 

“Thanks.” You said, somewhat stiffly. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the words; you just didn’t know if you trusted them. You wondered how many people knew it was an act--did Seokjin? Did Namjoon? Surely not. Wouldn’t one of them have warned you if they knew? Not to mention, they both got nervous around Yoongi when he was angry--they wouldn’t do that if they thought it was a show. 

It made you want to ask Yoongi why he had told you, of all people. It wasn’t like you knew him well, or had even been working for him for very long; you were just a normal employee. One that, before Thursday, you thought he disliked. 

But asking Yoongi anything to do with what happened that night made your palms sweat. You didn’t want to think about it, let alone bring it up. And anyway, Yoongi was busy all day, you weren’t about to interrupt him to talk about something he probably wouldn’t want other people to hear. 

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyungs voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you looked up at him. You were sitting at a small two-person table in the cafe on the first floor, and Taehyung had plopped down in the chair across from you. 

“Stuff.” You replied, not eager to explain. Taehyung had stayed quiet, but would have to be blind not to notice the looks he had been giving Yoongi’s office all day. 

“Wow, you’re so descriptive.” Taehyung teased. You shrugged. 

“It isn’t anything important.” 

“I highly doubt that.” Taehyung sat back in his chair. “Whatever you’re thinking must matter to you, therefore, it is important.” 

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help a small laugh escaping your lips. “Right, like I haven’t heard that one before.” 

“Can I sit with you?” You hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching your table, and you looked up in surprise to see Yoongi standing there with a salad in one hand. The sight was so strange you didn’t know what to say, so Taehyung beat you to responding. 

“There isn’t enough room.” He said simply. 

“You could move, then.” Yoongi replied calmly. “It’s not like you’re eating, anyway.”

“I was here first, you can’t just tell me to give you my chair. Sit somewhere else.” Taehyung pointed to a nearby table. 

“You’re being unreasonable.” Yoongi deadpanned.

“And you’re being childish.” Taehyung smiled. 

“I’ll move.” You cut in, picking up your own food. There was no way you could eat with the two of them bickering like this, so you sat down in at the table to your right. 

“No--” Yoongi started.

“Don’t do that--” Taehyung said at the same time as he started to get up.

“Sit.” You told both of them, and they both slowly did so. For a while, you were able to eat your lunch in peace as the two men gave each other dirty looks, but eventually Taehyung left (to your surprise).

“Can I ask you something?” You asked after a while. You and Yoongi were still sitting at different tables, and it was a little awkward to talk to him like this. But you were afraid to switch seats now, with so many other people around. What would you do if your co-workers started jumping to conclusions? Then again, eating lunch together didn’t mean there was anything going on, right?

“Sure.” Yoongi replied with a nod.

“What’s the deal with you and Taehyung?” You weren’t sure that it was your business, but you were curious, and it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked carefully.

“I mean you seem to dislike him--more so than if he was just a coworker or shareholder. So why?” 

“That’s... A long story.” Yoongi said after a moments thought. “A pretty boring one, too.” 

“Will you tell me sometime?” You asked, unable to stop yourself. 

Yoongi smiled, only faintly, but it was there. “Yeah. Sometime. Just not today.” 

You didn’t argue--’not today’ was better than not at all. 

You knew you shouldn’t be asking questions, making your situation any worse than it already was; you needed to keep work separate, and only see Yoongi as your boss, nothing more. But that was feeling more difficult by the moment, and you feared it wouldn’t be long before it was too late.

A/N Thank you for reading!! As always, let me know what you think! <3 <3 <3

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Sandwich Demons

Prompt: While putting your favorite condiment on sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.

Just a prompt that I made a short shit story of (still not finished it. I’m not even sure I will. I’m a mess like that). It’s utter nonsense but hey, what in life isn’t occasionally. 

Lynette sighed as she dropped her jacket and purse on the couch. Her cat glared at her spitefully from his perch in the corner. "Don't look at me like that" Lynette chided, "you're not the only one having it rough." Toeing off her shoes she shuffled to the kitchen to search the fridge, hoping she still had at least one bottle of cider left. "Thank Jesus!" she whimpered. Maybe she could at least get a mild buzz to help ease her headache. Not wanting to drink on an empty stomach she also pulled out the basics for a turkey sandwich. While laying out the food her phone rang, the Pokemon theme song echoing in her small kitchen. "Hey Mel," she answered and was immediately greeted with a tirade from the very angry woman on the other end of the line. "CAN YOU BELIEVE THE NERVE OF THAT MAN!" Melody shrieked in her ear. "He crept up on me in the break room again today and said some of the most vile things imaginable, but OF COURSE HR can't do anything because it's such a 'he-said she-said' case!" "The bigger joke of it all is that since we're not allowed to have our phones with us during the shift, we don't stand a chance at gathering any evidence." Lynette added. Working at a care facility came with its share of rewards, but mostly it was a shitshow. Tucking the phone against her shoulder Lynette began building her sandwich, squeezing mustard on to one piece of bread then layering on lettuce, cheese, and thick deli turkey while venting with her friend about their creep of a manager. "I have to go, my mom is calling, thanks for letting me yell it out." Melody, loud by nature, was at least no longer in danger of frightening small pedestrians. Putting her phone down Lynette sighed again, opening her ale and taking a long drink. Life was not supposed to be such a joke when you're 26 years old, but here she was, wondering who was getting all the laughs. Out of a fit of nostalgia she picked up her second piece of bread and drew a circle with the mustard. Two straight lines for the eyes and a small triangle for the nose, but when she went to add the smile the mustard exploded, a mess of dots and lines scattering across the bread. "Oh, damn!" she finished putting her lunch together and was licking mustard off her thumb when movement in the doorway of her living room made her jump. She choked on the scream in her throat and stumbled against the kitchen island, smacking her knee against the cupboards below and choking on the cuss that followed. "Who the hell are you?" she yelped in equal parts fear and pain. The person who walked in to her kitchen looked human in stature but that was where the similarities ended. The veins in his skin dark and pulsing, marbling the flesh stretched over taught muscles. The angles of his face just slightly too sharp. His large hands ending in what was too similar to claws to be ignored. Green eyes entirely too vibrant for such a dim room. The four horns elegantly curling from the nest of wild black hair on his head are what dropped Lynette's jaw. He wore nothing more than a solid black ring with a large pulsing green stone on his middle finger and there was nothing to keep her eyes from passing over his obscenely exposed genitalia. "I am Carnivale, a Prince of Powers, belonging to the second hierarchy of Lucifer's demons." His voice was deep and cackled like lightening over her skin. "You summoned me." Lynette stood frozen, heart pounding, mind racing to try and pinpoint whEN SHE SUMMONED A MOTHERFUCKING DEMON. "I-you-I-have no idea..." she stammered. This wasn't happening. She was obviously insane. Somewhere in the ten minutes since she'd been home she had obviously somehow suffered some type of immense trauma to the head. The demon continued to stand on the opposite side of the island, staring at her, unpreturbed by her inner turmoil. Her eyes flew to the sandwich, sitting innocently on it's gray china plate on the counter. It wasn't possible. There was no way she had accidently summoned a demon using MUSTARD. But what now? If it were even possible, she had summoned a demon. From hell. He'd come all the way from hell because of explosive condiments. It seemed so impolite to just...send him back with nothing to show for it because she wanted turkey on multi-grain for lunch. Straightening her spine and shaking the last vestiges of pain from her leg, she looked Carnivale the Demon in the eyes and, trying not to completely lose her shit, smiled and asked "would you like a sandwich?" The surprise she felt at having a demon appear in her kitchen seemed minimal compared to the shock that registered on his face upon being offered something to eat. Lynette gestured toward the small two person table in the corner as she turned to grab another plate. It only took a minute to construct another sandwich (thankfully sans summoning circle this time) and by then Carnivale had taken a tenative seat at the table. He looked equal parts annoyed, intrigued, and confused as she put a plate down in front of him. "So, ah, funny story?" Lynette fumbled with her words, picking at a piece of lettuce poking from between the bread. "Uh, you see, it would appear that I summoned you...accidentally?" she dared to peek up at him and watched as he nonchalantly picked his sandwich up and took a bite. He chewed slowly and thoughtfully, seemingly pleased with the meal she had offered him. He took two more bites, glowing eyes burning in to her the whole time. "Do you mean to tell me, small mortal, that you did not intend to bring me here and strike a bargain?" "Ah, well, yes." Lynette squeaked as she took a bite of her own sandwich, savoring the taste of tangy stone ground mustard and thick deli turkey. From the look on his face it was entirely possible this might be her last meal. "I mean," she sputtered "no? I did not bring you here. I mean, I did, but like I said it was an accident. I'm honestly not even sure how it happened truth be told-" Carnivale continued to eat while she rambled. Humans could be so amusing when put on the spot and made to feel uneasy. Plus the sandwich was rather delicious. "-and I think I was still worked up after talking to Melody about this creep at work and the mustard sort of, like, exploded and that's probably what did it?" Lynette had panic-eaten during her explanation and was left with a pile of crust in front of her. She felt a pang of self disgust realizing that she'd been talking with her mouth full. Carnivale finished the last bite between his fingers and stood, pushing his chair back in place. Lynette watched him uneasily. "Thanks for the sandwich." He turned and made it halfway across the kitchen before Lynette was able to pick her jaw up. "That's it?!" she sputtered in disbelief. She was so convinced that there was about to be hellfire and eternal damnation on lined up for her soul. "It was very good?" Carnivale turned his head and crooked an eyebrow at her. "No, I mean, you're just going to leave? There's no punishment for a summons with no purpose-?" he cut her off with a wicked grin curving his angled features. "Do you want me to punish you?" "No!" Lynette shrieked, face flaming. "Believe it or not we don't go around throwing around unwarranted suffering for those who haven't done anything wrong." His demeanor was far more casual than when he'd arrived and his speech less formal. "You offered me something for my time, I liked it, we'll leave it at that." "You guys don't worry about people like, spouting off about what they've seen?" She almost slapped herself. Was she TRYING to get herself in trouble? "First of all, no one would believe you." Carnivale gestured with his hand and the air around him shimmered. "Second of all, even if you tried to communicate to someone what you had seen, you'll find that you're completely unable to." Just before he vanished he turned and waved in farewell. Lynette couldn't be bothered to clean up the kitchen. She dragged herself to her room in a state of shock and collapsed in bed, rolling up in her blanket and wondering at what point she should just call herself insane.

The next day Lynette walked in to work utterly exhausted. She'd been completely unable to sleep the night before, her mind turning the events of the day over and over again. She'd done a quick Google search before leaving her house but the information on 'Carnivale' was frustratingly little. He tempted men in to obscenity, which explained his nudity, and was opposed by John the Evangelist. That was it. Halfway through her shift she stepped in to the foyer of her building to go get lunch and walked in to the middle of a different kind of hell. Eric, the creep of a manager who was always whispering vile things to his female staff and the master of making obscene gestures in hidden areas, was sitting on the commons couch. Ordinarily that wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary. However on this particular afternoon he was sitting on the couch with a blank look on his face, pants open while he pleasured himself. Melody stood at the opposite end of the room, eyes wide and hands clasped tightly over her mouth. Several other employees stood silently in shock as well; nobody seemed quite sure how to handle the situation. However what made Lynette's jaw hit the floor wasn't Eric, it was the fact that she could see clear as day Carnivale, standing behind the couch bent over whispering in Eric's ear. It took a male nurse, the only person brave enough to approach Eric in his trance-like state, slapping the manager rather roughly upside the head to bring the exposed man back around. Carnivale, seemingly unseen by everyone else in the room, straightened with a satisfied smirk on his face. Lynette made a choking noise. Apparently that was the only coherent sound she was capable of making in his presence. Grinning widly the demon inclined his head in her direction before disappearing with a wave of his hand. Melody rushed across the room to grab Lynette by the arm. As the male orderly, a giant of a man at 6'5", escorted Eric from the building Melody burst like a damn. "Did you see that? Can you believe it? He just-he started talking about all the things he 'wanted to do to me' and then just-holy shit!" her eyes were wild and her face flushed with anger and embarassment. Lynette wanted to interrupt. She wanted to demand if anyone else had seen the huge naked demon in the room but she couldn't. Each time she tried her tongue stuck to her teeth like her mouth was full of taffy. Try as she might she could not make her mouth articulate the loud jumble of thoughts in her mind. So THAT'S what he meant when he said she wouldn't be able to tell anyone about what she'd seen.

The rest of Lynette's day was completely uneventful, by comparison. By the time she made it to her car she was ready to lie across the back seat and sleep for days. Her brain had spun circles trying to make sense of the last 24 hours and she felt completely exhausted. When she got home she had every intention of going straight to bed and not moving for the next two days but those plans were derailed at the sight of light in her kitchen.