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starlitmark · 11 months

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Summary: The universe has a funny way of working; maybe you should let it do what it plans. Pairing: ragdoll kitty!Taeyong x fem!reader x dutch rabbit!Doyoung Tropes: hybrid au, uni au Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive Rating: PG 13 Warnings: hybrids, mentions of prejudice, language, anxiety, breakups, implied sex, nudity, kissing, pregnancy scare, polyamory, mxm involvement Part 2 Word Count: 4,323 Note: thank you to @kthpurplesyou @raibebe and @daesukiii for beta/proofreading this for me!!

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University: Fall Semester of Sophomore Year

You toss your keys into the small dish in the entryway of your apartment. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to come home and relax a little before diving into your assignments. You’re planning to take full advantage of the opportunity, of course. Doyoung is home, too. You can hear him scuffling about in the kitchen.

“Hey, I’m back,” you call.

“How was your Scientific Thinking class?” he calls back.

“Stupid as fuck. I feel like I’m retaking basic middle school science,” you groan, “I don’t have any major assignments to work on immediately, though! You down for a movie?”

“Always.”

You and Doyoung decided to move into an apartment near your university after you found out you both got accepted to the same one. At first, you were worried about the potential fallout of living with your best friend, but living with Doyoung wasn’t as hard as his brother had made it seem. Being in the same major at the same university was the perfect arrangement for you. You had shared a dorm room your first year while you scraped enough money together to get a small apartment together. Neither of you loved living on campus; the dorm room was small, you had almost no privacy (not that it mattered too much), and the walls were thin. Overall, the apartment was a much better option.

You make your way into the living room again, grabbing a throw blanket on your way. Doyoung follows behind with his favorite snack. He often yells at you for eating it all, but you both know he’s eating most of it. You ignore what he’s putting on. Every time you decide to watch a movie together, it ends up being a movie you’ve both seen a million and one times. Doyoung tugs at the blanket lightly about halfway through the film. Without sparing him a glance, you toss a bit of the blanket toward him. Ultimately, you end up tucked under his arm, stealing his snacks.

“You fucking idiot.” you sigh at the main character.

“You act like you don’t know how it ends.” he teases.

“Shut up; I’ll make fun of the characters all I want,” you respond with a dirty look.

“Whatever you say,” he says with the same teasing lilt.

You sit up a bit more and scoff at him. He raises an eyebrow at you. He’s challenging you to say something. There’s a strange tension between you that hasn’t been there before. Maybe it’s always been there. You just now feel it, though. Suddenly, you’re aware of the bunny hybrid’s eyes flitting between your eyes and lips. A weird heat rushes through your chest, but you don’t hate it. You haven’t been with anyone since Taeyong just over two years ago now. You’re touch starved, to say the very least. You hardly hear the tv playing in the background. Everything seems like it’s underwater besides yourself and Doyoung.

“Doyoung?” you ask, now looking at his lips occasionally too.

“Yeah?” he responds quietly.

You both notice yourselves leaning in, but again, you aren’t stopping yourself. Before you know it, your lips are on his. His hand comes up to cup your cheek. And what starts as an innocent kiss becomes much more. When you come down from cloud nine, you realize you’re in your bunny friend’s lap and have slightly swollen lips. That’s when the panic sets in. You see the same thing in his eyes as well. He studies your face momentarily to see if he can miraculously tell what you’re thinking. You try to do the same but desperately want to lean in and kiss him again. That’s precisely what you do. You push your body against Doyoung’s more and pull him into a fiery kiss. His ears are angled down slightly, making for the perfect opportunity for you to run your fingers through the beige fur.

“Hey,” he sighs between kisses, “we should probably talk about this.”

“Maybe,” you respond, “in a few minutes.”

You try to lean in and recapture his lips again. Instead, he tightens his grip on your hip and gives you a stern look. You nod and pull away, still staying in his lap. One of his thumbs gently strokes against your hip in a calming sort of way.

“What do you want this to mean for us?” he asks bluntly, “I know it could get really messy, considering we’re both still rather close with Taeyong. You said-”

“I know what I said, and he said. He also hasn’t made an effort to show me he wants to be with me after he comes home, though. You’re right. This could get messy, fast.”

“So?” he questions, his ears now perfectly upright and attentive.

“So, let’s say this is casual. No labels mean that no one gets hurt, right?” you offer.

“Right,” he confirms, “No labels.”

“Ya know, I thought about something for the first time in a while the other night.” you muse, drawing random shapes across Doyoung’s bare chest.

“Yeah? What about?”

“When I first met Taeyong, he told me you and I would click well. You ever think that if Taeyong hadn’t made a move on me first, you would’ve?”

Doyoung shifts and sits up a bit more. You still keep your head resting on his shoulder, eyes fixated on him, waiting for a response. He nibbles on his lower lip as he thinks. It’s a habit he’s had as long as you’ve known him.

“Actually, yeah.” he admits, “Of course, reality is a bit different, but we’ve always clicked well, so I’d imagine if you hadn’t been dating Taeyong, we would’ve ended up together.”

“It’s a little crazy when you think about it.”

“What is?” he asks, running his fingers through your hair.

“We’ve known each other for six years now. We went through a whole stage of life together, and now we’re figuring this one out, too.” you think out loud.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I don’t know. It’s just crazy that we’re already halfway done with university when it feels like I only met you yesterday. But it also feels like I’ve known you my whole life.”

“Both are incorrect answers.” he teases.

You pout at him, “I know that dipshit.”

He giggles lightly before suddenly tugging you closer to him in a tight hug. You let out a slight noise of surprise that quickly morphs into a laugh. Doyoung speckles small kisses all over your face and head, wherever he can reach. Finally, you try to grab ahold of his face to kiss him properly. After a few moments, you manage to, and you see the brightest smile on his face. You kiss him and feel that familiar rush of emotion that you still wish not to address. Being here and having these domestic, sweet moments with Doyoung feels right. More right than most things you’ve felt before.

University: Late Spring after Junior Year

It’s beyond hot out today. Even with the air conditioning system blasting, you feel like you may melt at any given moment. You’re wandering around your shared apartment in nothing but a sports bra and tiny athletic shorts that don’t leave very much to the imagination. Doyoung is in no better shape. He’s in a loose lowcut tanktop and a random pair of shorts he found. Nothing seems to help with the nearly unbearable weather, regardless of what you try to do.

“Come here real quick.” Doyoung calls from the living room.

You shuffle your way from the small kitchen to where Doyoung is. He’s spread across the couch; his bunny ear twitches toward you as you approach him. When he turns his head, a slight smirk rests on his lips. You know that look all too well. It’s far too hot for that right now, and you both know it. Still, you find yourself standing beside the couch, waiting for his request.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Come sit with me.” he requests.

“Where? You’re taking over the whole couch, idiot.” you tug the tip of his beige ear as you tease him.

“My lap is somewhere to sit.” he responds with a suggestive lilt.

You roll your eyes but start climbing into his lap, “You do know it’s 35 degrees out, right?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he lets his hand fall onto your waist as if it’s second nature to him. You give him a look that might not be obvious to everyone, but it’s easy for Doyoung to decipher. Finally, he shifts slightly under you and moves his hips so you tip forward over him. You giggle lightly before letting your lips lock with his.

It’s not hard to get lost in kissing Doyoung. You learned that very quickly. You still feel lost in him two years later when you share these moments. You almost entirely forget about the brutal heat of the day. Doyoung’s hands wander up and down your sides, as you continue to make out. Eventually, his hands find their way to your chest. You gasp into the kiss but almost immediately kiss him harder and hungrier than before.

“D-doyoung, can we-”

“Hmm?” he hums into the kiss.

“Bed. Now.”

“Why do that when I can-”

“Damn, I’m gone for four years, and I come back to see you fucking around with our best friend.” you hear someone say with a half-teasing tone.

Your heart practically drops through your ass. When did Taeyong even get home from university? You knew he graduated this past spring, but still. You practically launch yourself out of Doyoung’s lap and look at the older kitty hybrid in the doorway. His hair is a dusty blue color now. It looks stunning on him. You stand up and walk toward him. Doyoung opts just to sit up and pull a pillow into his lap, avoiding eye contact with his best friend as long as possible.

“It’s not what it looks like, Taeyong.” you try to defend yourself.

“You were just in his lap, but continue,” he responds with a slight bite.

“Um, uh,” you stutter, “Doyoung, some help, please?”

Doyoung shakes his head at you. But, of course, now, of all times, he chooses to be no help at all.

“Okay, it’s exactly what it looks like,” you admit.

“We said once I was done with my degree and came home-” he can’t seem to finish his sentence.

“How about we go out and chat about this? This atmosphere isn’t great right now.”

He nods. You walk back over to the couch and find your forgotten phone. Just as you’re about to put on your shoes, Doyoung grabs your wrist and pulls you down into a quick kiss. You’re not sure where the territorial behavior comes from, but you’ll have to talk to him about that later. He gives you a concerned look, and you give him a sympathetic, gentle one in return.

“It’ll be okay.” you mouth to him. Doyoung nods back at you.

You walk to the door where Taeyong is waiting for you and offer him a soft smile. He returns it and allows you to step out before him. An odd tension between you wasn’t there a few years ago. The two of you walk to the park across the street from your apartment building. It’s not too busy despite the warm weather and clear skies. Taeyong guides you to a bench under a tree and sits down.

“How did you even get into the apartment?” you question.

“I wanted to surprise you guys, so Doyoung’s mom told me where you guys hide your spare key.” he explains, “Turns out I surprised you at the wrong time.”

“Taeyong,” you sigh, “I don’t know whether to apologize or-”

“Don’t apologize. Just explain what’s going on.”

You nod, pursing your lips, “Well, we aren’t dating. I guess we started hooking up about two years ago.”

“Seems like a whole lot more than just hooking up,” Taeyong interjects, “I know you can’t smell his scent, but-” he interrupts himself with a sigh, “he was definitely saying you’re with him based on how he smelled. He was trying to get me to submit.”

“Oh,” you quip, “It’s not like that between us. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but we haven’t said we’re dating.”

Taeyong nods, “I missed you.”

“I- I missed you too.”

“I was serious when I said I wasn’t going to leave you behind.” he tells you, reaching to hold your hand, “I want us to be us again.”

You’re screwed. You aren’t sure how to respond. You’re active with Doyoung, and you know there are romantic feelings even though you choose not to address them. In the same breath, though, you missed Taeyong. He feels just as much like home as Doyoug does. You look at your ex wide-eyed and hope he’s not expecting an answer immediately. There’s hope in his big sparkly eyes, and his bushy grey tail swishes behind him in anticipation. He wants you to say yes right now and live happily ever after. Your subconscious thinks about Doyoung; you don’t want to hurt him. You love him too. The last thing you want to do is cause a rift between the three of you because of this.

“What about…”

“I know. I shouldn’t have sprung this on you,” he says sympathetically, his ear twitching as he hears you.

“It’s just. I don’t want to hurt you or Doyoung. And I don’t want to cause any tension between our friendships with each other either.”

“You go home and think about it and give me a call when you make your decision. I’m home for good now.”

You both stand up, and Taeyong envelops you in a hug. You didn’t realize how much you missed this. You hug him back tightly. You both end up going your separate ways, and on your short walk back to your apartment, you realize you have much to think about.

A few days later, you’re panicking as you pace back and forth through your small bathroom. There was no way; you can’t be. Doyoung is still passed out in his room. You’re hoping he doesn’t wake up before you’re done in here. You’re nearly two weeks late for your period. You hadn’t even realized until your friend had asked for a product, and you didn’t have any on you. But, of course, luck isn’t on your side today. You hear your bunny roommate shuffling down the hall toward the bathroom. There’s a gentle knock on the door, followed by his voice.

“Y/n, are you okay in there?”

“Y-yeah! Just fine!” you call through the door, “I’m coming out now.”

You speed past him and lock yourself away in your bedroom. There are footsteps behind you, and that’s when you realize you left the test on the counter. Then, again, Doyoung knocks on the door between you.

“Please, let me in.” he asks quietly.

You gulp and pull your door open slowly. When you make eye contact with the bunny hybrid, he’s giving you a concerned look. Your eyes flit down to his hand. He’s holding the still-developing test. He steps in and waits for you to talk. When you just keep your eyes on the piece of plastic, he speaks instead.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you if there’s nothing to worry about.”

Doyoung places the test on your desk and moves closer to you. He cups your cheeks in his hands. Then, he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“How late are you?”

“Two weeks,” you admit.

“Well, if you are, I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you and the baby. If not, then we can continue what we’re doing. Just a little safer. Okay?”

“We aren’t dating.” you state, “Why are you going to all this effort to make sure I’m okay?”

“Well, for one, you’re still my best friend. I’ll always take care of you. Second, maybe- know what, that’s not something to talk about right now.”

“What’s not something to talk about?” you ask, slightly annoyed.

“Fine.” he grunts, “I fucking love you. I know Taeyong came home, and he wants to pick up where you left off, but I fucking love you. I have since we first kissed two years ago, maybe even earlier.”

“Doyoung,”

“No. Let me say this. You’ll probably run back to Taeyong and have a beautiful life together, but I love you so much. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t help falling in love with you.”

You go to respond, but you hear the door open again. Neither of you needs to question who it is. You and Doyoung agreed that giving Taeyong his copy of your key was in your best interest since he’ll be hanging out a lot now. Doyoung’s jaw is clenched tight, and you search his face for what move to make. You do the first thing you can think of and kiss him. You instantly feel him melt in your arms and relax.

“Why do I always catch you two like-” he cuts himself short, “Who’s negative pregnancy test is this?”

You pull away from the bunny hybrid and let out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank fuck it’s negative.”

“Rude, what if-”

“Not now, Doyoung.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taeyong starts, “You mean to tell me-”

You sigh again, “I don’t want to go into that right now. What brings you by?”

Taeyong shifts awkwardly, and his tail swishes behind him, only exemplifying his feelings. Doyoung scrunches his nose up and shakes his head slightly, showing distaste for something. You assume that Taeyong’s typically sweet strawberry scent soured. Taeyong’s eyes jump back and forth between you, Doyoung, and his own feet. Finally, you remove yourself from Doyoung’s rather tight hold on you and take a step toward the older hybrid.

“You can tell me, tell us, anything,” you say sincerely.

“It’s just- I guess I did some thinking,” Taeyong admits.

“Thinking about what?” Doyoung asks suspiciously, “Your scent smells weird. I can’t really figure it out right now…”

Again, Taeyong’s gaze shifts back and forth between you and the rabbit hybrid. He takes a long deep breath before reaching behind him to grab his tail. Taeyong wrings the end of the fluffy grey appendage while his right kitty ear twitches once every few moments. This time, instead of you moving to comfort him, Doyoung does so. The younger rabbit hybrid walks right up to him and takes the kitty’s hands in his. You guess that Doyoung starts emitting some sort of calming pheromones based on how quickly Taeyong’s tense state relaxes. A soft purr escapes the kitty’s throat. It’s a sound you haven’t heard in years. Hearing it makes your heart flutter.

What you didn’t expect was for Taeyong to step forward again and nuzzle into the crook of Doyoung’s neck. Based on how Doyoung reacts, he wasn’t expecting it either. You know enough about hybrid anatomy to know that Taeyong’s face is hidden in the scent gland in Doyoung’s neck. Doyoung lets him relax in his rosey scent for a moment before lightly pushing his shoulder. The omega detaches himself from the beige rabbit hybrid, and you notice the light dust of a blush across his face.

“W-well,” Taeyong stutters, training his eyes on you, “I knew that you really cared about Doyoung and how he feels. What I told you last week was definitely not expected, and clearly,” he pauses to gesture to the pregnancy test on your desk, “There was more under the surface too.”

“I didn’t know that was happening when we talked,” you explain.

“I didn’t know until today either if it makes you feel better, Yongie,” Doyoung adds.

“You guys definitely didn’t know I was coming, but… I heard everything you just said, Doyoung. As much as I think your assumption would happen had y/n and I never broke up, we did, and life took a few turns.”

Doyoung gives him another suspicious look, “What are you on about, Taeyong?”

“What I’m saying is. I love her a lot, a hell of a lot. But I love you too. I guess I never let it on how much I do love you. I always assumed it was platonic.”

You’re in shock, to say the least. Taeyong had mentioned in passing a few times that he found some men attractive, but he never outright told you that he was bisexual. You’re not upset at all; honestly, it makes sense in a way. When your eyes fall onto Doyoung to gauge his reaction, you also notice a slight blush taking over his face. He doesn’t look uncomfortable with the confession, though. Taeyong takes one step further into your bedroom, again invading Doyoung’s personal space. You watch as Doyoung resumes eye contact with the older. They’re hardly a foot apart. Doyoung leans in slightly but then pauses.

“If you don’t want me to kiss you, I’ll back off right now. Let me know what you want.” he nearly whispers.

Taeyong lets out a noise similar to a trill with a slight undertone of annoyance before surging forward to kiss the younger rabbit hybrid. Suddenly, you feel as if you’re intruding on a private moment. The kiss doesn’t last long. It was nothing more than a long peck. Doyoung clears his throat and lets a quiet clucking noise escape his throat. It’s a noise you know well. He only lets it out when he’s failing to hide how happy he is internally. Taeyong knows it, too. In return, he lets out a purr again and starts to rub his kitty ear against Doyoung’s cheek.

“I guess we should work out what this is then.” Doyoung comments, still trying to compose himself.

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated.” you comment with a chuckle, “I love him. I love you. You both love each other and me. Then, boom! Everything’s figured out.”

“You- you what?” Doyoung gasps, trying to push Taeyong away with playful annoyance.

“Oh, don’t play dumb, Doyoung.” Taeyong muses, trying to attach himself to the rabbit again, “She wouldn’t be this calm if she didn’t love both of us. We both know that.”

You chuckle and walk up to the pair of hybrids. Taeyong grabs you and wraps you up between them. It feels right in a way you can’t describe. A laugh bubbles up inside you, and you smile at them as your eyes move between them. You lean over to kiss Taeyong, then lean in the other direction to kiss Doyoung as well. It seems as though Doyoung is still either processing the information or in shock. You jab his side lightly with your finger making him jump slightly and growl at you. You know he doesn’t genuinely mean the growl he lets out, so you chuckle at him and press another kiss to his cheek. Taeyong decides to follow suit and kiss the beige bunny’s cheek. Doyoung gives him a disgusted look. But, again, it’s very much a joke.

“So,” the bunny boy states, “Are we calling this casual friends with benefits all around or?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, throwing your head forward to be pressed against Taeyong’s shoulder, “If we all just fucking confessed we love each other romantically, why would this be casual fucking?”

“Ya know, for being such a smart guy, you’re being really stupid right now, Doyoung.” Taeyong teases.

“And how did you still remain the same dipshit you’ve always been after four years of studying in a foreign country.” Doyoung bites back.

“Am I going to always have to keep you two from killing each other?” you interject.

“He’ll submit to me one day, watch.” Doyoung adds.

You feel Taeyong buckle beside you slightly. Doyoung’s looking at the older omega with a specific look. This is not the time for this, though. You reach up and flick Doyoung’s ear. He breaks the eye contact with Taeyong and narrows his eyes at you.

“That doesn’t work on me. Now, can we just say we’re dating and live happily ever after all together?” you question the two men.

Taeyong nods and trills, his tail brushing against your leg as it swishes happily, “I like the sound of that.”

“Does that mean?” Doyoung asks.

“Does it mean what?” you bounce the question back.

“If you’re asking if we’re also dating each other, then I would say yes. I’d like to be a partner to both of you if you’ll have me.”

“I-” Doyoung lets out a slight bunny hum, “I’d like that too. Just don’t annoy the shit out of me all the time, okay, Taeyong?”

“If I didn’t, you’d think I was mad at you.” the older chuckles and makes kissy noises at him.

“Gross.” Doyoung rolls his eyes at him.

You stand there between them, watching their playful bickering. The universe has weird, backward ways of working, but it always has a plan. You wouldn’t have thought this was its plan when you first met Taeyong or dated Taeyong. You really should thank your silver fox friend for jump-starting all of that. You wouldn’t have thought it was even possible a few months ago before Taeyong came home from California. Through the peaks and valleys of your relationships with both these men, you don’t think you could ever live without them. Now, you’ll never have to worry about that. The universe planned for you to have them both in your life. That red string of fate connects you to both of them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You must’ve gotten lost in your thoughts because you jump nearly a mile high when you feel very obnoxious wet kisses on each of your cheeks. Yeah, this is right where you’re meant to be.

Networks: @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List: @raibebe @jaehunnyy @umbralhelwolf

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karasurasu · 1 year

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College!AU

Emo-Gamer-Bf Eren Yeager x reader

My first time writing something like that eh, hope it's doesn't that bad... ( English is not my first language, there can be much of mistakes!)

• At first glance, it may seem that he is the bad boy, but in fact he is the most gentle boy in the world, just hug him someone already ಥ‿ಥ

• His hair is always disheveled, even though he wears an elastic band on his arm that you gave him, he rarely uses it, only in the rarest cases, but if you offer to braid his hair so that they do not interfere with him, he will immediately agree to it.

• He asked you to paint his nails. Now they are always covered with black varnish, but in some places this varnish is chewed off by him because of nerves or simply erased

• He has a couple of "emo" tattoos. Cobwebs on the elbow, barbed wire on the wrist, crosses and fire on the fingers.

• He likes all sorts of alt attributes, like an inverted cross on his neck or a skull ring. He also wears large T-shirts with some prints of his favorite music groups or provocative inscriptions.

• In fact, he loves sports, this guy has a pretty good physique (° ʖ °). He's on the college basketball team.

• He lives in a family with Carla and Mikasa. His mother doesn't particularly approve of his appearance, as does the appearance of Mikasa (who dresses like a goth). But as a loving mother, she accepted them like this.

• Eren is the partner who loves physical contact, he will hug you while playing, or lie on your lap, he doesn't care what kind of contact, he just wants to feel your warmth, knowing that you are next to him.

• He's a pretty popular guy in college, so you can't avoid glances from others , they're all jealous, but don't be afraid, Eren is always there to distract you from this.

• The same type of guy who will say that you don't look good in some clothes, and then tell you to wear this more often ...

• He has an older brother Zeke who really loves you and often brings you gifts (Eren is very jealous and afraid that he is trying to take you away from him), but Zeke just very happy that Eren has such a caring partner like you.

• The younger Yeager often cries in his sleep because of the nightmares that haunt him. He wakes up in a sweat and sees you, then hugs you and asks you never to leave him.

• Eren has a lot of game equipment. Nintendo on which he plays animal crossing (shhh, it's a secret, he's shy to say that he plays it!). PS5, a gaming computer. He's been through a lot of games, most of all he likes something adventure, but lately he's only been playing Overwatch or League of Legends with friends, he doesn't have time for anything else.

• He really loves you, and shows it by allowing you to play online games on his computer, it doesn't matter to him if you lower him so in the rating, he just enjoys how passionate you are about the games that he likes

• You can just say what you like and he will tell you which game to play. But he will also listen to you and even play the games you play, just so that you are on the same wavelength.

• The most terrible thing that will happen in your relationship is that Jean and Connie will call him to play Dota 2 in the middle of the night ... God, you will wake up from fright when he throws the mouse against the wall out of anger...(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

i am imagine him like this so...yeah(⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠)

#eren yaegar #headcanon #aot imagines #attack on titan #gamer bf #emo bf #eren au #college au #eren x reader

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ultimate-sword-showdown · 4 months

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Sword Showdown Rematch: Round 1 Bracket

Round 1 will end on Monday, December 18th at 2:00pm PST.

Dragonslayer (Berserk) vs. Flamberge's Sword (Kirby)

Finn Sword (Adventure Time) vs. Crownsblade (Final Fantasy XIV)

Falchion (Fire Emblem) vs. Wavebreaker (Worlds Beyond Number)

Splatana Stamper (Splatoon 3) vs. Butterfly (Dota)

Monado (Xenoblade Chronicles) vs. Boreal (Sword Dancer)

Kendal (Aurora) vs. Audrey's Sword (Wandersong)

Wado Ichimonji (One Piece) vs. Unbreakable Faith (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

Hand of Malenia (Elden Ring) vs. Goblin Slayer (Goblin Slayer)

Excalibur (Soul Eater) vs. Lilarcor (Baldur's Gate)

Oathkeeper and Oblivion (Kingdom Hearts) vs. Soulsword (X-men)

Magolor's Ultra Sword (Kirby's Return to Dreamland: Deluxe) vs. Azakana Blade (League of Legends)

Rivers of Blood (Elden Ring) vs. Ashbringer (World of Warcraft)

Flaming Poisoning Raging Sword of Doom (The Adventure Zone) vs. Katana of Kant (Dungeons and Daddies)

Life Ender (Hollow Knight) vs. Need (Valdemar by Mercedes Lackey)

Roukanken and Hakurouken (Touhou Project) vs. Jolt Sabre (Super Lesbian Animal RPG)

Masamune (Chrono Trigger) vs. Gram (Fate/Grand Order)

Sword of the Creator (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs. Sword of Heroes (Kung Fu Panda)

Thunder Edge (Ōkami) vs. Kusabimaru (Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice)

Strom'kar (World of Warcraft) vs. Buster Sword (Final Fantasy VII)

Biggoron Sword (The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time) vs. Cortana (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Thousand Demon Daggers (Scissor Seven) vs. Narsil (Lord of the Rings)

Leo's Katanas/Ōdachi (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles) vs. Jashin Blade (Ultraman Orb)

Sokka's Sword (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. Greenhilt Sword (Order of the Stick)

Myrtenaster (RWBY) vs. Wirikidor (The Misenchanted Sword)

Nightblood (Cosmere/Warbreaker) vs. The Blade in the Dark (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Red Scissor Blade (Kill la Kill) vs. Serenade (Dead Cells)

Mayalaran (The Stormlight Archive) vs. Gloom Sword (The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom)

All-Black (Venom) vs. Musou Isshin (Genshin Impact)

Masamune (Final Fantasy VII) vs. Dark Sister (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Chainsword (Warhammer 40k) vs. Blade (Cave Story)

sord.... (Homestuck) vs. Sohothin (Guild Wars 2)

The Four Sword (The Legend of Zelda) vs. Rapier (Dota)

#sword showdown #sword showdown updates #im not doing the brackets in ms paint this time!!!! instead im doing them in canva which is basically exactly the same except that i can ac #actually go in and edit the textboxes after i click out of them which is a lot easier than using digital white-out on them every time i #need to fix something #sword showdown rematch

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nsb-rkive · 2 years

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If it’s possible two nsb reactions? Nsb reaction to you being a baddie and nsb reaction to you being a gamer god/godess/royalty. love your writing btw 💕

(sorry if I took a lot, hope you like anyways<3)

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧🎮

PAIRING(S):: nsb x reader

GENRE(S):: soft/fluff, reaction, req

W.C:: 0.9k

WARNING(S):: none

NOT CHECKED TWICE

AU:: hi everyone im back!! Sorry for being dry, but i was on vacation and I’ve also done a few things so I didn't have so much time to post, sorry:// Anyways hope you enjoy! <3

🎮 | Oliver

So, Oliver doesn't play video games that much as the other ones do, but I don't think that would be a big deal if his s/o was a gamer. Of course he’d rather spend time with you as much as possible, so he might interrupt and distract you from your games, but I don’t think he’d turn it into a big problem, yk. “Babe can we go out?” “Babe i want your attention, you’ve been playing for 2 hours straight now” and ofc, as a good simp, you would stop playing and start giving attention to your boyfriend. He’s a really sweet guy, he would do anything for you, so when you’d ask him to play valorant with him, he’d hesitate at first but accept it. He looks so cute while sitting between your legs, with you behind him explaining and helping him with the game I'M SOBBING.

🎮 | Kane

Kane doesn't really mind, tbh. I think he’d just lay on his bed and watch anime till you’re done playing. Otherwise, he’d watch you playing and try to learn more from you. “OMG HOW DID U DO THAT” “Damn my girl is a pro AHAHA” bet he would say things like this. I think he’d also try to challenge you “We all know i am going to win, come on” then lose IM LAUGHING SO HARD PLS- as we all know, he hates losing even tho he always do LMAO so i think he’d get “mad” at you for laughing and making fun of the words the said earlier. Just know that everything has a consequence, so be ready for a revenge cuz this boy ain't letting you rest

🎮 | Justin

Oh lord, Justin won't leave you alone, especially after you started playing valorant. He’d ask you to play with him whenever you both are free, it’s so cute of him😭 “Fuck y/n did you train or something? How come you are beating me at killing??” He’d start bragging about how good you are at playing and this shit. Probably you would go to one of those computer cafeterias for some gaming date or to relax after watching a movie or sum. Just go play with him when u can, he loves to see your concentrate face while u play HE IS SO CUTE PLEASE

🎮 | Regie

He wouldn't believe you at first, but after you showed him your skills at playing valo, he immediately changed his mind. I dont think he plays valo that much, but Dota, so he’d probably ask you to play with him. If you dont know how to play it, he’ll teach you how to do it. Same as Oliver, but this time you are sitting on his legs while he leads your hands on the mouse and keyboard. You’d get excited because you are slowly learning and he cant help but giggle and smile while thinking about how cute you are. The urge to punch him for being so pretty and adorable damn it

🎮 | Ryan

So, as we know way too damn well, Ryan is a gamer, so bet he’d be more than happy to have a partner who’s too. He would ask you to join him to play valorant together. Ofc you’d play other games too, like Fall Guys or League of Legends, but he just finds it so cute how competitive you become while playing. You two would yell so loud that even the neighbors would come to your place to complain abt it LMAOAOAOAO DEF ME. It seems all cute but man don't be fooled by his rbf, ryan could get pissed if u win the game PLS💀💀 “Babe what’s wrong?” “Nothing sigh” you can clearly tell he is pissed so let him win the game so mf doesn't complain that much😭😭😭 He’d probably download and buy more games just for you to play together AWWW MY BABY

🎮 | Darren

As much as he likes playing video games, I don't think Darren plays that much tbh, but still he thinks it’s really cool that his s/o is a gamer. Like Justin, he’d probably go around and brag abt u being a gamer. Sometimes he’d look at you while playing, but usually he prefers lying down and putting his head on your tights while looking at his phone. BIG ASS HEAD BEING SO CUTE HELP After you are done playing he’d probably take you out for an ice cream or something. Make sure to give him a lot of attention tho, or mf will interrupt you in the middle of the game to kiss your lips fight me darren🤺

🎮 | Sebastian

Like Oliver and Darren, Seb doesnt play that much, maybe less than Darren, but still it doesnt bother him if you were a gamer. He’d let you play as much as you want, and while you do so, he’d work or watch Netflix. “What game is this? Oh I've never played it before, can I try?” such a cUTIEEEEE CRYING He can be annoying as HELL sometimes, but he just loves you a lot, and he wants to keep you as close as possible because you are his first partner (cap), or at least he considers you as it. He be trying to interrupt your game but fails miserably, like many Kane’s pranks😭😭😭 Sometimes you are too focused on your game, that you dont even notice that he went for a motorcycle ride like 2 hours ago 😭 PLEASE THIS IS SO ME💀💀

#north star boys #regie macalino #azngami #darren liang #justin phan #kane ratan #oliver moy #ryan nguyen #sebastian moy #fanfic #nsb rkive #nsb #reactions #nsb x reader #gender neutral fanfic #requested #gimme a boyfriend like ryan please im begging you #crying while writing this

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masterfvck · 9 months

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Introduction post

Who am I?

I don't know either if I'm being honest... Okay okay. My name is Sharpie, and I'm a Kpop NSFW writer. I mostly write smut, yes, but I also write fluff and angst and all other kinds of stuff. I pretty much only write GxG stuff, but I do write G!P!! Often. I occasionally write for NCT(all units) but I am quite new to them 😅 it's the only BG I will write... For now.

I use She/Her pronouns and I am a big dumb useless Sapphic. I love women.

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Am I open to requests? Yeah. All the time!!

I can write blurbs, whole fanfics, small or big oneshots, headcanons... Anything.

Just ask me 😋 Don't be afraid to be specific, I love when it's specific 🙏🙏

Blacklisted things

I will not write smut about minors in any way. Keep in mind, these are real people.

No !nc3st. Again, real people. It's weird. Also I have bad experiences with this concept, so it makes me ick

No watersports or scat, just not my thing yk?

Main pairings

Okay so main pairings are the ones who I mostly write for. I will not do minor x adult unless there's like only a 1/2/3 year age gap. But no smut!!

I will write about other ships as well, so you can request other things obviously 😀 I also can do Idol/Reader 🙏

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Minqi(Yuqi/Minnie)

2yeon(Soyeon/Miyeon

Sooshu(Soojin/Shuhua)

Stayc

Isayoon(Isa/Yoon)

TWICE

Satzu(Sana/Tzuyu)

Sahyo(Sana/Jihyo)

Dubchaeng(Dahyun/Chaeyoung)

Michaeng(Mina/Chaeyoung)

Dahmo(Dahyun/Momo)

What's Nayeon and Sana's ship name...

Motzu(Momo/Tzuyu)

3mix(Jeongyeon/Jihyo/Nayeon)

AESPA

Ningselle(Ningning/Giselle)

Jiminjeong(Karina/Winter)

Winning(Winter/Ningning)

LE SSERAFIM

Summerz(Chaewon/Kazuha)

Purinz(Yunjin/Chaewon)

Petalz(Kazuha/Sakura)

Hotcoolz(Yunjin/Sakura)

IZ*ONE

Chaekkura(Chaeyeon/Sakura)

Jinjoo(Yujin/Minju)

Yenyul(Yena/Yuri)

Ssamyul(Chaewon/Yuri)

Annyeongz(Yujin/Wonyoung)

Wonnako(Wonyoung/Nako)

Kangbi(Hyewon/Eunbi)

Woolimz(Chaewon/Eunbi)

Newjeans

Note: I only write smut for Hanni and Minji

Bbangsaz(Minji/Hanni)

What's the name for Haerin/Hyein 😢

Danielle/Minji. I know only Catnipz, Bbangsaz and Kittyz for names 💔

Blackpink

Chaennie(Rosé/Jennie)

Chaelisa(Rosé/Lisa)

IVE

Sentimentals(Gaeul/Rei)

2kim(Gaeul/Liz)

Lizrei(Liz/Rei)

Annyeongz(Wonyoung/Yujin)

LOONA

Yvesoul(Yves/Jinsoul)

Lipsoul(Jinsoul/Kim Lip)

Chuuves(Chuu/Yves)

Chuusoul(Chuu/Jinsoul)

Vives(Vivi/Yves)

Mamamoo

Wheebyul(Wheein/Moonbyul)

Moonsun(Moonbyul/Solar)

Hwabyul(Hwasa/Moonbyul)

Wheesun(Wheein/Solar)

ITZY

Chaerji(Chaeryeong/Yeji)

Yuchae(Yuna/Chaeryeong)

Ryuryeong(Ryujin/Chaeryeong)

Ryeji(Ryujin/Yeji)

2Shin(Yuna/Ryujin)

Jinlia(Ryujin/Lia)

YeNa(Yeji/Yuna)

NCT(all units included)

Dotae(Doyoung/Taeyong)

Yuwin(Yuta/Winwin)

Kunwin(Kun/Winwin)

Kunten(Kun/Ten)

Johnmark(Johnny/Mark)

Haeil(Haechan/Taeil)

Winyang(Winwin/Yangyang)

Crossover ships

Jenzuha(Jennie/Kazuha(BP, LSRF))

Chaejeong?? Winwon??(Chaewon/Winter(AESPA, IZ/LSRF)

Ryurina(Ryujin/Karina(ITZY, AESPA))

Ryuwinrina(Ryujin/Karina/Winter(ITZY, AESPA))

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doyumacy · 3 years

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𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — １

summary: how did you get herself into this? It all started with a flirtatious smile, an adrenaline rush and a blowjob. you never thought giving taeyong a blowjob in the backseat of his car would put your world upside down. now, almost 2 years later, you moved into your new condo with your two boyfriends, who also happened to be two successful businessmen. everything seemed to be going alright, until they weren't.

warnings: 「dotae x reader, smut (threesome, unprotected sex; anal sex, oral sex f. receiving), polyamorous relationship, swearing, angst, mentions of blood, accidents, death threats 」

word count: 「 6K 」

Hello everyone!! I’m not quite sure how many parts will this fic have because I'm still currently working on it, but I hope y'all enjoy it <3. Also, I’d like to apologize for any grammar mistakes since English isn't my first language.

TWO

Your advice on keeping two businessmen content in a polyamorous relationship are:

They should be friends. Men normally don't care enough for each other enough to share a woman between them. This is why it’s good that they are already friends... or boyfriends. Taeyong and Doyoung were already dating when you first met them.

Don't neglect the socially stable one who can function long periods of time by himself for the one who needs constant supervision and guidance. Yes, Taeyong can't spend hours with people around him while Doyoung can spend days talking to people. And sometimes, you think it is exhausting talking to people for too long.

Be sensitive to their differences. Doyoung hates cheesy stuff while Taeyong lives for them. He loves sending you flowers, chocolates, taking you shopping, hugging you… It’s not like Doyoung doesn’t show you affection, he’s more private but he won’t hesitate to hold your hand or peck you in public once in a while so people can know you’re his. And maybe once in a while he will send you flowers to your office.

Sex. Yes, the idea of two beautiful men in your bed every night just does it for you. Doyoung has one special rule and is that you and Taeyong can't have sex if he's not there. And if applies to him as well, you can’t have sex with him if Taeyong isn’t there.

Roles. Doyoung is -most of the time- the dominant, while Taeyong tends to have his days as the dominant or the submissive. And you never change. You are their willing submissive that will do everything and get them pleased.

“So, I think this is the last of them,” Taeyong mutters through a strained grunt, stacking three more carefully packed boxes of your belongings by the loft door. “Whew!” He stands in the entry way with his hands on his hips, staring at the haul ready to go downstairs to the moving van, double-parked by the curb.

You smiled at him. "Thanks for coming and helping me." You gave him a peck.

"It's nothing," he kissed you back.

“What have you got there?” Taeyong asks, walking over and sitting on the arm opposite you to witness the way your face lights up with each reveal, your smile brightening with some costumes.

“These are all the costumes I’ve ever worn for every performance I did when I worked at Disneyland,” You explain.

“I didn’t know they let you keep them.” Taeyong reaches out and you hand one over.

"They don't," You say and Taeyong looks at you and raises a questioning eyebrow, but you simply laugh.

“Don’t ask,” you say with a wave of your hand vaguely in front of his face. “Anyway, I should give them away.”

"Or you could keep a few of them and dress up for us," Taeyong winked at you and you laugh.

"They won't fit me anymore. My boobs and ass are bigger as they were when I was 18."

Taeyong pouted. "At least I tried."

"Besides, you and Doyoung always get me sexy lingerie, I haven't even put on the purple you brought me from Milan," you say and you paste the 'fragile' sticker on some of the boxes.

"Maybe tonight is your lucky night," Taeyong winks at you.

You chuckle shaking your head and smirks looking at him. "But seriously, thank you for coming today even though you're busy."

"You know I'll do everything for you," Taeyong extends his hand so you could grab it, and when you do it, he sits you on his lap. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you. You kiss him back placing your hands on his chest.

Taeyong's hands go from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kisses your jaw and then goes low to your beck. You close your eyes biting your lip and then sigh backing up a bit. "Why are you always torturing me?"

Taeyong giggles. "I'm sorry, I can't help myself."

"I hate you," you growl standing up. "Now move your ass so we can finish packing everything."

"Yes, ma'am."

…

"This place is... I can't even find a work to describe it," you say, walking around the spacious penthouse Doyoung and Taeyong bought for the three for you.

“Of course, we're billionaire genius businessmen. We have more money than we know what to do with. So, please, tell me again, why is it you’re carrying boxes up to the penthouse?” Doyoung stares at you.

You bite the corner of your bottom lip to keep from grinning, your step not faltering. You place the box in the center of the living room with the others.

“I can do it myself. I have super strength, Doyoung” you mock him.“And it's not like lifting boxes isn’t a hardship, baby. Or is it for you?"

Taeyong giggles looking down to the floor and Doyoung raises both eyebrows, looking at you. "Excuse me?"

"We get it, you cannot lift up boxes," you shrug. “It’s okay, baby.”

"I certainly can, but I'd rather lift up your legs and put them around my neck," Doyoung says, nonchalant.

"Then show me, baby," You say, almost crawling to him.

Doyoung exhales and looks at Taeyong. "Bedroom. Now."

You remember the first time you were with them as their ‘girlfriend’. It was so good you barely could walk the next day.

2 YEARS AGO

Doyoung and Taeyong made a bet with each other, who could make you call out their name the loudest, who could make you cum first, hardest, and most, who could give you the most pleasure. Taeyong was reluctant, but agreed seeing your confused face as you sprawled out on the bed, half naked.

Doyoung had you seated on his lap, and his lips on your bare neck. Taeyong pressed a soft kiss to your clothed clit, making you squirm. Doyoung leaned to your ear. “Be still for him, love.” He whispered, nipping your ear. You turned your head to kiss him on the lips.

Doyoung shoved his tongue in your mouth and groaned a little as your hips lifted to Taeyong, then fell onto his erection that pressed against your ass. Taeyong, unhappy at the no attention, moved your underwear to the side and sucked your clit in his mouth. You broke the kiss to moan loudly and push against his mouth.

“Take her hips.” He said to Taeyong, who compiled quickly pinning your hips to Doyoung's. Doyoung hooked his arms under yours, lifting them above your head, giving Taeyong a perfect view of your body. “Isn't she beautiful?” Doyoung asked huskily. Taeyong lifted his head, much to your protest and gave a low groan.

“Gorgeous,” He breathed. Taeyong's eyes went from your body to Doyoung. In an instant he moved forward and kissed you, then moved beside your head to Doyoung. You moaned lowly, hearing them kiss wetly and they both gave a grunt.

“Doyoung... Taeyong...” You whined while rubbing your legs together. Taeyong broke the kiss with Doyoung and moved to you. Your lips collided, and Doyoung’s lips bit and sucked at your neck. He released your hands and slid them down your naked torso. You moaned in Taeyong's mouth. You hooked one arm behind you around Doyoung's neck, grabbing his hair. The other hand reached forward and grabbed Taeyong's dark hair. Taeyong took no time taking off your panties and sliding a hand along your mound. You threw your head back on Taeyong's shoulder. Taeyong moved to the opposite side of your neck. Doyoung and Taeyong kissed your neck, until their mouths met. You moaned hearing them moan. One of Doyoung's hands moved to Taeyong's hair, the other moved to his boxers, pushing them down slightly.

Doyoung broke the kiss and Taeyong finished taking off the rest of your clothing. You jumped feeling both their erections touch you, front and back. You closed your eyes and your stomach fluttered at the promise of both of them being inside you at the same time.

“Please... I need you both.” You whined.

“Same time?” He asked. “Front or back?”

“Please yes at the same time, do both, please I need... just please.” You whimpered, moving your hips back and forth grinding on both men. The both moaned. Doyoung's hand suddenly came to your ‘back door’. His hand was slick and warm. One finger traced around the hole then pushed in. You gasped and ground down slightly.

“C-careful... I’m sensitive.” You whisper causing Doyoung to groan and slowly push another finger in. You clench around him and moan highly at the odd feeling.

“Tell me if it hurts, god you’re so tight.” Doyoung groaned into the crook of your neck, now grinding against your lower back.

“(y/n).” Taeyong grunts your name. You turn your head to see a messy haired, wide eyed, pupils blown, lips wet and swollen. You moaned again and nearly came. Taeyong smashed his lips against yours and the hand in his hair tightened.

“Fuck, Doyoung.” You whine, breaking the kiss as he pushes in a third finger. It stung slightly, but when he started moving them it felt somewhat better. “I’m ready, please.” You tug on Doyoung's hair, hoping to egg him on. Doyoung nodded and pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.

“Wall?” He asked Taeyong. Taeyong looked back and nodded. Doyoung moved you into Taeyong’s arms and he stood up. Taeyong stood with him, and they moved to a wall to brace you against.

With Doyoung’s back against the wall, your back on Doyoung’s chest, and Taeyong's chest on your chest you were sandwiched between them. Taeyong entered first and moaned lowly, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. Doyoung leaned forward pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Next it was Doyoung's turn, he was careful, considering you had never done anal before.

“Fuck (y/n) you’re so tight.” Doyoung groaned. Taeyong moved up and kissed you fully, his hips started to move. They started out as when one was in you the other was out, never having you empty. Eventually they decided to go the same quick pace.

“Doyoung! T-Taeyong” You cried out hitting your first orgasm. The tightness was too much for Doyoung and he quickly came. Taeyong groaned and finally released last. Taeyong heaved you off of Doyoung, Doyoung pulling out of you in the process.

“Stand for me, princess.” Taeyong whispered letting your legs drop to the floor. You were shaky, but were able to stand. Doyoung and Taeyong switched places, to where Taeyong’s back was on the wall and Doyoung was in front. Doyoung hoisted your legs up around his waist and made it easier for Taeyong whose arms wrapped under your ass to support you. Doyoung pressed his lips against yours, taking a minute to just kiss you. It wasn't until Taeyong ground up to your ass and whined did you break the kiss.

“Sorry honey.” Doyoung murmured and leaned forward kissing Taeyong as he entered you. You gasped at how hard he was. Taeyong pressed in and groaned. They began to move, as they did before starting out at different paces then matching up. They continued to kiss and you made the mistake of turning your head to look at them. It was probably one of the most sexual things you've ever seen.

You moaned loudly and clenched around them coming a second time.

Your head tossed back on Taeyong’s shoulder, your body overwhelmed with scenes. They stopped thrusting and instead lifted your body on their erections. You fell forward onto Doyoung this time and moaned loudly into his neck, biting down. Tears brimmed your eyes.

“D-Doyoung... Taeyong... I can't I-I can't,” Your voice came out horse, whiny, and breathy. Doyoung moaned.

You clenched again and came, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes. Doyoung came quickly after along with Taeyong. You slumped and breathed hard, small whimpers. Doyoung panted heavy and peeled you off of Taeyong, they both pulled out of you, making you wince. Taeyong sighed and walked to the bed with Doyoung trailed close behind. Taeyong laid you down in the middle of the bed and crawled in beside you, Doyoung crawling on the other side of you. You turned to kiss Taeyong, then Doyoung, then they both leaned forward kissing each other. They wrapped their arms around you, both placing a kiss on your cheek.

After you hot sex session with yout two boyfriends, you take a shower and changed into comfy clothes so you could keep unpacking. Doyoung told you you would only need your clothes and your most precious things so you didn't worry about furniture. Taeyong and Doyoung helped you to tidy up your clothes inside the big ivory walking closet in your bedroom and you smile seeing your clothes next to them. So domestic.

By noon, Doyoung took you to one of the rooms saying it was for you only. When you opened the door, you were speechless: you had your own office inside the penthouse. The office's walls are windows that have a view to the city. On the white desk sat a brand new desktop computer, a notebook lying closed. There was a big wine velvet couch. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner. It was your own space.

"Guys..." You turn to them, smiling.

"It was Doyoung's idea, he said you'd need a space for you only," Taeyong says, leaning against the doorframe.

You look at Doyoung and hug him by the waist. "And you said you don't do cheesy stuff."

"I don't," Doyoung huffs. "I just thought of it."

"It's still cheesy," You say, smirking at him.

"Can't you simply say thank you?"

"Thank you," you peck him in the lips. "It means a lot."

"I know," he pecks you back. "I didn't decor it because I wanted you to do it."

"That's cheesy," Taeyong mokes him.

Doyoung shushed him and brought his attention back to you. "I have something else for you."

"What is it?" You inquire.

He pulls away and takes his wallet out of his jeans, taking out a credit card. He hands it to you and you frown. "I already have the ones you gave me months ago, I don’t see why I need a new one."

"This is the black Amex" he winks at you. "Spend as much as you want, love."

Your mouth hangs open in surprise. "Doyoung..."

"No," Doyoung shakes his hand. "Just take it."

"Take it," Taeyong says, still leaning against the doorframe. "And don't worry, you don't need to tell us what you buy."

"Unless you buy a boat, I'd appreciate it if you notify us," Doyoung smiles.

You giggle. "I would never buy a boat."

"Then we're relieved," Taeyong beams.

You sigh. “Don’t you think this is too much?”

Taeyong’s feet walk the distance standing next to Doyoung and cup your face with his hands, meeting your gaze. “We want you to have the best.”

“But you guys have given so much already,” you say, gazing at both men. You reach out by taking Doyoung’s hand in yours. “As long as I have you with me I’m well-served.”

“I know,” Doyoung kisses your hand and with his other arm, he pulls Taeyong closer to him, “but I’m still spoiling you. Both of you.”

The corner of Taeyong’s mouth turns up. “I’m richer than you.”

“So?” Doyoung narrows, “Let’s drop this conversation. (Y/N), you’re keeping the credit card, okay?”

You nod. “Yes, baby.”

One of the corners of Doyoung’s lips lifts and winks at you. “Good girl.”

…

A week later, you show up to work a little bit earlier than usual since you have so much stuff to get done. Being the Editor-in-Chief of Disclosure Magazine, whose job is to polish and refine a story or an article, was not easy. You manage a team of writers and editors, determine the look and feel of the publication, decide what to publish and oversee the publication's operations and policies. And of course some people didn’t make it any easier, but you accomplished to get the magazine to being one of the most popular.

Disclosure Magazine is a business magazine that features original articles on finance, industry, investing, and marketing topics. And something you find very interesting is that your two boyfriends had been on the magazine before you met them.

By the time lunch time arrives, you check your phone and smile at Doyoung’s text message.

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ᴛᴏ: (ʏ/ɴ)

ɪ ʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ..

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: (ʏ/ɴ)

ᴛᴏ: ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ. ɪ’ᴍ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜʙʙʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ? ;)

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴅᴏʏᴏᴜɴɢ

ᴛᴏ: (ʏ/ɴ)

ʙᴇᴛ.

You grab your purse as you leave your office, giving your assistant Leah instructions in case someone calls looking for you.

Although you never properly admit to it, you had to admit that you had the biggest crush on Jaehyun when you first met him almost ten years ago. Both of you were in their first year of university you met and since that day you two became inseparable. The crushing ended when he confessed to you he was into guys but he wanted to be your friend. It was awkward at first, but then you passed that and became roommates.

Then you introduced Johnny to Jaehyun and they hated each other the moment they saw them. Jaehyun didn't talk to you for a week after the date they went on was a tragedy. But three years later, they met each other again at Johnny's graduation party and ended up hooking up. Six years later, they got married.

“(Y/N)! Over here.” You hear your best friend shout, smiling soon afterwards.

“Hey there, guys.” You smirk at them, tapping Jaehyun on the back and kissing his cheek.

"No kiss for me?" Johnny pouts.

You roll your eyes and kiss Johnny's left cheek. "Hello, big baby boy."

Johnny smiles proudly. “You look radiant.”

“Thank you,” you say as you sit next to Jaehyun. “This is what love does to people.”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes and snorts. “Show off.”

You giggle and Johnny crossed his arms on his chest. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Jaehyun laughs and places a hand on one of Johnny’s arms. “I was kidding, babe. Jeez, you’re so dramatic.”

Johnny hums and you smile looking at both men. “I missed you guys.”

“So did we!” Johnny beams. “We also have great news.”

“You do? What is it?” You query.

Johnny and Jaehyun look at each other smiling and turn to you. “We have been approved to adopt a baby!” Jaehyun’s eyes lit up.

“Oh my, God!” Your corners of your eyes crinkling. “You guys are getting a baby? I’m so happy for you!” You hug Jaehyun sitting next to you and rub Johnny’s shoulder. “But when did you apply? I didn’t even know you were already there.”

Johnny shrugs. “We didn’t tell anyone because we didn't want things to go south, you know? And now that thing is official, we can tell whoever we want.”

Jaehyun smiles. “Yeah, I still don’t believe this is real. We’re so excited.”

“And do you have a date already? Like, do you know when are you picking up your kid?” You ask.

“Not yet, but the lawyer said it won’t take more than two months,” Johnny explained.

“But we know it’s a baby girl,” Jaehyun grins.

Your eyes and nose crinkle and rub your hands together. “This is so stirring! I’m happy for you guys. Oh my, God, I’m gonna be an auntie!”

Jaehyun and Johnny nod giggling. “Yes, you will be an auntie. The best auntie ever.” Jaehyun winks at you.

“You say that because you two are only children,” you crossed your arms on your chest.

“Well, yeah,” Johnny says pinching his nose.

“We should order some mimosas to celebrate,” Jaehyun proposed.

You clap your hands. “Yes, yes, definitely.”

Johnny makes a polite hand gesture calling a waiter ordering three mimosas. After the waiter wrote the order down, he excuses himself leaving you again. “So, will our daughter have cousins?” Johnny inquiries.

You clear your throat, sliding a little on your chair. “I don’t know.”

“You haven’t talked about this?” Jaehyun furrows his eyebrows.

You shake your head. “Nope, and I don’t think we’re there yet. Plus, I think having a child while in a polyamorous relationship is a bit complicated, dont you think? I mean, I love them but how will I explain to my kids what kind of relationship I have with their dads?”

Johnny purses his lips as if thinking. “And I thought of explaining to my daughter why she has two dads… you’re screwed.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “That helps a lot, Johnny.”

Johnny shrugs and Jaehyun leans back on the chair. “So you don't plan on having kids with any of them?”

“I…” You tilt your head to the side. “I don’t know. I mean, Taeyong has two nephews and he’s amazing with them. And I heard Doyoung said once he’d love to have a kid one day... I don’t know. ”

“Jaehyun,” Johnny calls him,” stop tormenting her. It’s none of our business if they want to have kids or not.”

“Johnny 's right. Sorry (Y/N). “ Jaehyun apologised.

“It’s okay, and don't worry. If we ever are there, you guys will be the first ones to know,” you smirk at them.

The waiter comes back with the three mimosas on the tray and asks you if you want to check the menu, leaving you again.

You have a sip of your mimosa and smirk. “I better order something to eat or I’ll get fired for getting drunk during working hours.”

“Thank God I’m my own boss,” Johnny smiles before having a sip of his drink.

…

By 6 PM you are back in the penthouse, coming out of the shower wrapped in a blue towel. You stand in front of the mirror and apply a face mask to hydrate your skin. Then, you rub your hands together to warm up the lotion and then apply it to your body gently pressing the lotion into your skin with slow sweeping motions.

Taeyong texted you earlier saying he would be late and Doyoung is on his way to the penthouse. You get into the big walking closet and grab a lilac silk robe. You don’t even bother to put on underwear since you want to be more comfortable.

You come back to the bathroom and remove the face mask, rinsing your face. Once your face is dry, you get out of the bathroom going downstairs, walking barefoot on the elegant herringbone Brazilian wood floors, in direction to the kitchen. You open the refrigerator doors, thinking what to make for dinner. Tugging on your right ear, you decide to make Mongolian chicken and take out all of the ingredients.

You move to the kitchen island and start to thinly slicing the chicken breast when you hear the door open. “(Y/N)?” Doyoung calls you softly.

“In the kitchen!” You reply.

Doyoung walks to the kitchen and goes around the kitchen island standing behind you. “Hi, baby.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on his shoulder.

You smile, still slicing the chicken breast. “Hi, sexy.”

You feel Doyoung smiles at the name you gave him. “What are you making?” He asks.

“Mongolian chicken,” you place the sliced chicken inside of a bowl.

Doyoung presses his body against your back, placing a soft kiss to your neck. Your body tenses as he nips and kisses your neck. His hands palming the curve of your hips. You lean your back against him as his hand travels up your body between your breasts. Gently he grasps you by your chin and turns your head. "You're not wearing any underwear," he whispers to your ear and he bites your right earlobe.

You are suffocating as your breath is taken away from your lungs at Doyoung's every touch on your body. "Should I apologise for that?"

Doyoung clicks his tongue and looks at you with disapproval. “You want me to show you some manners, love?”

He turns you to face him and his lips meet yours for the first time, his lips moving sinfully against yours sending a wave of excitement through your body. You two are deepening the kiss, pulling your hips against him, allowing you to feel his hardened length. "Show me some manners." You say biting his bottom lip.

He reaches down, pulling you up by the back of your thighs, you instantly wrap your legs around his waist as he places you on the counter. His lips begin to move against yours with more urgency, needing to feel you more.

"You drive me fucking crazy, (Y/N)." He breathes breaking the kiss, before kissing down your neck.

"Doyoung," You replied, your hips bucking into him. "W-we can't do this..."

You arch into his touch as his fingers skimm across the front of your chest over the fabric of your silk robe. Doyoung allows his fingertips to skim your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers as he pulls your hips forward with his other arm.

And just about you are going to start unbuttoning his shirt, you hear the door opening. "Doyoung? (Y/N)?" Taeyong calls you, walking towards the kitchen.

"Fuck," Doyoung whispers.

He helps you to get off of the counter and fix your robe. You take in a deep breath and return to what you were doing before Doyoung's arrival.

"Oh hey you two," Taeyong smirks and bounces at you two. He places a hand on your waist and gives you a peck. Then, he turns to Doyoung giving him a kiss as well. "What are you guys doing?"

"(Y/N) is making dinner and I was about to start helping," Doyoung explains.

"Oh great, I'm starving," Taeyong sighs. "Do you mind if I take a shower? I'll clean up after we finish eating."

"Yeah, no problem," you answered. "Go and take a shower. I bet I can use Doyoung's hands." You wink a Doyoung.

Taeyong nods and leans closer to you to give you another kiss. “You’re not wearing underwear.” He confirmed.

You smirk shrugging. “I didn’t notice.”

You whine when Taeyong slaps you in the ass and then he looks at Doyoung. “What are gonna do with her?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Doyoung mumbles, staring at you.

You gulp when you see Doyoung and Taeyong darting eyes to each other, while smiling mischievous.

Taeyong pushes onto the bed slightly and rests his right knee next to your sides, undoing the knot of your silk robe and smirks seeing your exposed body. “Gorgeous.”

You bite your lip and smile looking at him. “Fuck me wearing your suit. You look so sexy.”

Taeyong hums, letting his head down to catch your hand with his lips. They kiss your fingertips then he finally doves in and let you taste his tongue.

Doyoung sits in one of the ivory chairs in front of you, enjoying the show the two of you are putting on. He rests his right elbow on the armrest and tilts his head to the side.

Taeyong slips away from your arms and falls on his knees.

You grab the white comforter bed to steady yourself as his tongue dances in circles around your clit, you bury your hands in his hair. His hands pressing into the softness of your thighs just as hard and when he raises his gaze up to look at you from underneath his messy fringe, you feel like falling.

Taeyong runs a finger along your slick folds and pushes one in, eyes never leaving yours. Then he adds another one and drags it in and out of you painfully slowly. Your mouth falls open in a silent ‘o’ and he quickened his pace. The lewd squelching sound fills the room and you feel your high approaching.

"Shit," he presses tiny little kisses to your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, before taking it in his mouth. Taeyong curls his fingers inside of you and you moan out his name, loud enough.

Then he draws away just as you’re about to come. You whine and pull his hair. "Behave." He coocks an eyebrow at you.

"Just fuck me, Taeyong," you bite your lip.

"If you don't behave I won't let you cum," Taeyong warned you.

You sigh and nod. He smirks and unbutton his black pants, pulling out his dick only. Taeyong positions himself at your entrance. He pushes in slowly and you hiss a little. He pushes in slowly, further and further until he is fully sheathed inside you. He pulls out slowly, and pushes back in again. In and out, slowly.

“Oh god, Taeyong. Please go faster.” Taeyong chuckles and kisses you deeply again, your tongues intertwining and exploring each others’ mouths. You move your legs and wrap them around Taeyong's waist to allow him to thrust into you with more ease. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your heavy breaths filled the room.

You arch your back, moaning. You see Doyoung stroking himself, eyes fixed on you two. Then, his gaze meets yours and you bite your lip. Your hand goes down and moves to circle your clit and you feel your walls convulse around his cock as you shudder with release, cries escaping your lips. Doyoung comes too. You feel Taeyong's member twitch inside of you and he comes, a string of expletives leaving his mouth. He collapses down onto your chest, panting heavily.

Taeyong kisses your neck and he pulls away, fixing his pants. "Such a good girl," he caresses your legs and places kisses on them.

Doyoung stands up and grabs Taeyong by the neck, kissing him roughly. Taeyong whines and bites Doyoung's bottom lip. You moan quietly, your hand going down to your clit. Watching them is so sexy. Doyoung pulls you towards him and rolls you on your stomach instead. "Let's see if you behave with me." You press your face into the edge of the mattress when you feel his hands knead your asscheeks.

"Shit," he swears softly, spreading you out and letting his cock rub between them after straddling your thighs. "Keep your legs together and stay down, love," he orders when you want to lift your hips upwards. Hand on your lower back and the other around his cock he presses his tip on the tight softness of your pussy and you arch your back first before falling down again on your chest when he grabs your arms and locks them into his grip. His cock slips inside slowly, making him grunt roughly and when he bottoms out you both sighed.

His first thrust makes you shift forwards on the bedding and Doyoung pulls you by the forearms. Enjoying your whimpers especially as he adds to it by slapping your ass. You moan and he smirks. He pulls out and slides again, this time lifting your hips and pulling you towards him by the waist. His thumbs are almost bruising your skin as they press hard into your flesh making your bodies meet so quickly that you don't have enough time to breathe. You feel Doyoung's stomach on your lower back and eye his arm pressing on the mattress near your bust to support himself, you choke feeling his other hand reach your clit and rub it mercilessly.

Taeyong positions himself in front you, hard again but this time stroking himself.

His breath is erratic on your shoulder when he bites down on the skin, your sudden shaking body and fingers clasping at the sheets making him still inside of you for a moment. "Good girl, you're such a good girl, taking it so well," he kisses your cheek then your lips. You whine back unable to move a single muscle and you let him gently nibble at your lower lip. But then he slides out and back in, making you remember that he is still stretching you out and the overstimulation feels so good that little tears perked at the corner of your eyes.

"Fuck,fuck,shit"

Doyoung slaps your ass and it jiggled under his palm before he roughly kneads its flesh. "Good girls don't curse." His husky voice alone would is enough to make you lose your mind and you are sure that you are on the verge of passing out when Doyoung swears and his grips tightens as he releases inside of you, his last thrusts pushing his cum back in and enough to make you orgasm so quickly again that your muscles start to hurt from the continuous spasms. The clenching around his cock makes Doyoung whine for a few more moments before he pulls out slowly and watches the way your pussy drips with his essence. Taeyong reaches his climax as well, moaning gruntly. He lays next to you and sighs. "Fuck."

Doyoung collapses on his side near you, you can barely open your eyes. “Holy shit-”

"We made a mess out of the bed," Doyoung addresses, still panting.

"I know," Taeyong giggles. "We should take a bath and then change the bedding."

"I'm too tired to stand up," you pout.

"I got you, baby," Taeyong stands up and lifts you up.

You chuckle and look at Doyoung. "You coming?"

He nods. "Get inside, I'll be right there in a minute."

That same night, after you took a bath, changed the bedding and ordered some food, you were lying between both men. Doyoung is busy focusing on his Macbook answering some emails, while Taeyong is reading a book with his back leaning against the tall modern velvet headboard. You think about which of the two men to hug and eye Doyoung for a moment: if there's one thing he hates most in this world, it's being interrupted when he's busy. You turn to see Taeyong and smile, he will never say no to you.

You can't keep from gazing at Taeyong as he reads; watching him pensive expression change as his dark brown eyes follow lines. He is truly beautiful

Taeyong eventually catches your gaze and understands what you want. He gathers you up into his arms, pressing your face into his chest. You smile and put an arm around his waist. He places a kiss on your forehead and goes back to his book.

"Is there a reason you're particularly quiet?" Doyoung suddenly asks, eyes still focused on the screen.

You are always chatty before going to bed and that night Doyoung's right. Something is going through your head but don't want to talk about it, since you don't know how they are going to react.

Taeyong strokes your hair and looks down at you. "Is everything okay?"

You nod. "I'm fine, is just... work. The anniversary party is around the corner, the new magazine design is coming out very soon..."

Doyoung looks at you, frowning. "I know you very well, I know that's not the only thing that is bothering you. What is it?"

You hide your face on Taeyong's neck, he wraps your shoulders and you finally sigh. "I really don't wanna talk about it."

Doyoung puts his laptop away and his fingers imperceptibly tightens around your waist. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can handle it." He places a kiss on the back of your head.

"Don't keep it to yourself, baby. You know you can talk to us," Taeyong speaks, kissing the top of your head.

"You will freak out," you snap.

"We won't," Doyoung assures.

You let a frustrated sigh out and shake your head. "Maybe tomorrow."

Doyoung sighs defeated. "Fine. Now have some rest. Goodnight, love. I love you." He leans to you and kisses your cheek and pecks Taeyong in the mouth. "Goodnight, babe."

"Goodnight," Taeyong smiles at him and then kisses your temple. "Goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight. I love you, guys."

#dotae smut #dotae x reader #doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #doyoung imagine #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #taeyong imagine #nct 127 imagine #nct 127 smut #jaehyun smut #jaehyun x reaeder

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Birthday Boy

🌙 staring. Johnny & Doyoung & Taeyong & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. There’s only one thing Jaehyun wants from his friends for his birthday, and that’s a taste of their girlfriend. She’s already used to dating three idols, what’s one more?

cw/ tw. fivesome, oral (m/f receiving), unprotected sex, spit roasting, no anal, sploshing/nyotaimori/food play, dom Johnny/Jaehyun/Doyoung, switch reader/taeyong, dirty talk, daddy count (4), sir, choking, biting, marking, bdsm themes, slight bondage, overstimulation, shower sex, jealous Doyoung, vouyerism themes, it’s just a LOT, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 13.1k

🍭 aus. idol au, poly au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. three aquarius’s and a cancer walk into a bar-

It’s nearly two AM and the entire group is drunker than any of them intended to be. Taeil is cuddling a passed out Haechan, who had crawled up to the oldest member, latched onto his arm, and refused to let go. Yuta, and Jungwoo are all arguing about something in the kitchen, probably which anime tiddies are better, they’d whipped out their phones to compare Hentai after one bottle of wine. Doyoung and Taeyong are busy parenting people with a tipsy Mark in tow, running around, giving water to Taeil who keeps pouring it on a plant in the corner and giggling to himself.

Johnny, meanwhile, enjoys time alone with Jaehyun. The two of them are happily situated on the couch, enjoying the way the other members run around.

It’s Aquarius season, with many of the NCT boys having birthdays. Johnny’s was four days ago, and he wonders if any of them have been sober since. Haechan has literally been walking around the dorm holding a bottle of vodka at all hours of the day, and Johnny is pretty sure Mark’s all but nocturnal at this point.

Jaehyun is a happy, giggly drunk, and Johnny has always enjoyed that about him. He enjoys the ease of their friendship, how he can talk to his best friend about anything.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything for your birthday?” Johnny asks, looking down at his watch.

He’ll have to be leaving soon, he knows you’re waiting for them at home and he feels like the past few days they’ve been somewhat neglectful of you. You’d treated both him and Doyoung to special birthday presents, his had involved pretty silks and lingerie that had made his mouth water, and for Doyoung, you’d been his perfect little sub for a whole day. Johnny wishes he could invite you to their little party, but it’s to celebrate Jaehyun’s birthday, and he’d said he only wanted the members there.

“I’m fine.” Jaehyun waves his hand, nursing his drink. Johnny thinks it must be his fifth one, and Johnny finds humour in the soft pink flush that's overtaken Jaehyun’s cheeks.

“There’s nothing you want?” Johnny says with disbelief. Jaehyun looks out at the room, purposefully avoiding his eyes, and Johnny can sense there’s something on his friend’s mind, “come on, tell me.”

Johnny knows he’s abusing the fact that Jaehyun is drunk. Jaehyun will tell Johnny just about anything when he’s been drinking, all it will take is a little push.

“No it’s nothing.” Jaehyun says again, rubbing his face with a hand as if to attempt to sober himself up.

“Come on,” Johnny nudges him with his shoulder, “it can’t be that bad right? I promise I’ll get it for you. Is it something expensive?”

Jaehyun shakes his head immediately, a huge, lazy smile working its way onto his face.

Whatever Jaehyun has on his mind as a present is a secret he’s going to try to keep, and Johnny is not having it.

“So it’s something cheap?”

“She’s not cheap!” Jaehyun responds without thought, expression turning to shock a moment later when he realizes he’s just betrayed a massive hint as to what he’d like as a present.

“She?” Johnny grins, “so you have a bit of a crush huh? You should have invited her!”

Jaehyun shakes his head, shutting his mouth firmly, as if he’s not going to say anything else.

But Johnny is too close to the truth to back down now. “Is she cute?” Johnny presses, earning a small nod from Jaehyun, “where did you meet her? Is she an idol?” Jaehyun stays quiet and Johnny takes this as a negative, “okay so not an idol.” Johnny thinks of more questions, “does she work with us? Is she someone we know?”

Jaehyun scrunches up his face and Johnny realizes he can only ask one question at a time. He also realizes that one of the questions merited a ‘yes’ answer, but not both, or Jaehyun would have been quick to nod. “So it’s someone we know.” Johnny says to himself.

“Johnny-” Jaehyun groans, his head flopping onto the back of the couch, “stop.”

“Tell me about her!” Johnny pleads, grabbing Jaehyun’s arm and shaking it, only partially to make sure Jaehyun doesn’t pass out in the middle of their conversation.

“Tell you about who?” Mark’s voice intrudes on Johnny’s thoughts, and the Canadian jumps onto the couch next to the pair.

“Jaehyun has a crush!” Johnny says excitedly, hoping that pressure from Mark will make Jaehyun spill his guts.

“Ooop.” Mark’s eyes widen, and he goes tense.

“Did you just say oop?!” Johnny asks, “oh my god, you know who he has a crush on! Jaehyun, you told him but you won’t tell me?! She must be really amazing”

“Who must be amazing!?” Jungwoo flops down, stretching his body across Johnny’s lap and nuzzling his face into Johnny’s thigh, eyes closing. He looks so much like a large cat that Johnny can’t help but put his hand on his friend’s head, petting the soft hair.

“Jaehyun’s crush.” Johnny coos down at his friend.

Jungwoo giggles, rolling onto his back so he can look up at Johnny, then he reaches out, pressing his pointer finger to Johnny’s nose, “boop, you’d know Hyung, she’s your girlfriend.”

There’s a moment of silence. Everyone is frozen, except Jungwoo, who is smiling and playing with Johnny’s hair. And then, everything happens at once.

“What!?” Johnny turns to look at Jaehyun. His sudden motion of turning to look at Jaehyun almost knocks Jungwoo off of Johnny’s lap, and the cat man groans and steadies himself, only to find Mark and Jaehyun looking down at him with wide eyes.

It’s then that he realizes his mistake.

Mark grabs Jungwoo and drags him off of Johnny’s lap so the two of them can escape while the shit hits the fan in Johnjae land.

“Johnny-” Jaehyun searches for a way to explain himself, his eyes going to Doyoung and Taeyong who are watching from a few feet away, In a non drunk world, Jaehyun may have said: “Johnny let’s talk in the bathroom”, unfortunately, Jaehyun is drunk, so instead, he hurls his body from the couch and runs to the bathroom without so much as a ‘follow me’.

Johnny is still in shock, but he can’t let this go. He has to go after Jaehyun, but first, he looks to Taeyong and Doyoung, who approach quickly, “what’s wrong with Jae?” Taeyong asks with concern.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Johnny holds up a hand.

“Make it quick.” Doyoung says, looking down at his phone, “or kitten will be asleep by the time we get home and then no one gets to have any fun.”

Johnny chuckles a little at Doyoung’s words, as if you being asleep would stop any of them. You’ve made it clear recently that you’d be okay with “somnophilia”. You’d had to teach them what the word even meant. “I’m down for you to fuck me when I’m asleep” you’d said, very eloquently, and Johnny knows that Doyoung kind of wishes you’ll be asleep when they get home, just so he can give it a try.

“I’ll be back soon, then we can leave.” Johnny promises, then heads off towards the bathroom, knocking softly on the door, “Jae?”

The door unlocks and Johnny pushes it open, heading to lean back against the sink while Jaehyun closes the door behind him and locks it. Then Jaehyun approaches Johnny, reaching past him to grab a water cup that he fills and drinks. Jaehyun takes a deep breath and splashes some cold water on his face for good measure, while Johnny patiently waits for him to explain himself.

“Look, I know she’s your girlfriend-” Jaehyun starts.

Johnny lets out a shocked laugh, something like aggression bubbling up in him. It’s such an odd feeling, he’s almost never the jealous type, “uh, yeah.” he pauses, “And Doyoung’s. And Taeyong’s.” There it is. Johnny understands now, he’s not worried about himself, he’s worried about the other two, less secure, men in his relationship.

“I know, I know,” Jaehyun sighs, “It’s just a crush, I was never going to do anything, in fact, I try to stay away from Y/N!”

Johnny thinks about it for a moment and realizes that Jaehyun is telling the truth. In the past few months, whenever you come to hang out, Jaehyun keeps his distance. Johnny hadn’t even considered a reason why he would back off, but now it’s all starting to make sense.

“So... how long have you been into her?” Johnny asks, making sure his voice is soft and non confrontational.

Jaehyun looks shocked that Johnny is even discussing this with him, as if his crush on you is okay, as if you’re not already coupled up with three of his best friends. “uh... since Halloween?”

“Since Halloween?!” Johnny gasps, “that’s like…” he counts with his fingers, “three and a half months!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Jaehyun hides his face in his hands, groaning loudly, “I’m working on it.”

Johnny studies Jaehyun for a moment. The poor guy is pacing the small bathroom, skin still flushed, hair slightly damp around his hairline from the water he’d haphazardly splashed on himself. He does look upset.

Johnny sighs, “well I did promise you that i would get you what you wanted for your birthday.”

Jaehyun stops his pacing, looking directly at his friend, “what.”

“I’ll talk to Taeyong, Doyoung and Y/N when we all get home, see if they’d be interested.” Johnny shrugs, leaning back against the door, “after all, we did plan to do something special for Valentine’s Day.”

Valentine’s day. They’d had cake a little while ago, at midnight when it turned 12, which had technically been the start of the 14th, Jaehyun’s birthday. Jaehyun hadn’t minded planning his party the night before Valentine’s day. Lots of people had plans with loved ones, and Jaehyun had specifically been thinking about you and your boyfriends when he’d planned the party. He’d wanted to give the four of you Valentine’s Day to yourselves, without his birthday party to worry about.

“Something special?” Jaehyun repeats.

“Yeah, we were just gonna do some bondage stuff, got some chocolate, whipping cream, that sort of thing.” Johnny answers unabashedly, as if talking about his sex life is the most normal thing in the world. Jaehyun swallows thickly and Johnny’s smile widens, “yeah, hot right? I’ll talk to them and maybe, hopefully, you’ll get a great present tomorrow okay?”

Johnny has no idea how the fuck he’s going to pull this off, but they don’t call him Johnny ‘the miracle maker’ Suh for nothing- ok, maybe only he calls himself that- but this is going to be a Valentine’s Day Miracle, and Johnny is going to make damned sure of it.

Johnny pats Jaehyun on the shoulder, “I’m gonna get out of here, Y/N’s probably waiting up for us and I haven’t seen her all day. We’re gonna drop Haechan off downstairs, then I think we’re all heading over to the apartment.”

The apartment. Two months into dating all three men, you’d known them much longer though, they’d bought an apartment for you. They all shuffle between sleeping in the dorms and in the apartment with you, depending on how they’re feeling. They’d all felt bad about leaving Haechan alone on the fifth floor, so usually at least one of them is in the dorms. Sometimes you come over, but Haechan always acts as if you’re his shiny new toy, and Doyoung can only watch Haechan cling to your side and beg for you to watch Netflix with him for so long before he goes into meltdown mode.

It makes sense that Johnny, Taeyong and Doyoung are all heading to the apartment to start Valentine’s Day morning off properly.

“Make sure you drink some water okay?” Johnny says, then he leaves a very startled Jaehyun standing in the bathroom, not quite sure of the events that had just transpired.

After a moment, Jaehyun turns to drink some water from the sink, he can’t have a hangover tomorrow. He has to be at his best, just in case he somehow ends up at The Apartment.

Your arms wrap around Johnny, your cheek pressing to his bareback. His skin looks so beautiful in the morning, especially after a shower. A few droplets of water have escaped from his drying hair, coating his skin in a sheen that glistens in the morning sun light peeking through the window.

Johnny laughs at your touch, “shocked they let you out of bed.”

“We’re all hungry.” Doyoung says, entering the kitchen a few steps behind you.

Johnny turns his head at Doyoung’s voice, having only known you’d entered the kitchen from your back hug and your scent, he’d recognize your smell anywhere.

Doyoung takes a seat at the kitchen table, ruffling his hair, which is already a mess from your fingers tugging at it when Doyoung woke you up with his mouth on your core. He looks sleepy. They’d all arrived at The Apartment near 2 AM, and you hadn’t gone to sleep for another three hours.

It’s nearly 11 AM now, and six hours of sleep doesn’t seem to agree with any of you.

Taeyong looks even worse than Doyoung when he enters the kitchen, collapsing onto a chair, his head flopping down so he can rest on the table. Taeyong lets out a long groan, then turns his face to the side to watch you and Johnny with thoughtful eyes. He’s tired too, but the sight of you and Johnny wakes him up a bit more, and an easy smile works its way onto his lips.

“When’s breakfast?” Doyoung asks, lazily stretching his arms above his head, a yawn obscuring his words.

“Almost done.” Johnny says, turning his attention back to the pancakes.

There are a few moments of silence.

“What happened with Jaehyun last night?” Taeyong asks, voice soft. He’d meant to ask Johnny about it when they’d arrived home last night, or maybe on the drive over, but his attention had been so focused on you that Jaehyun slipped his mind. Besides, whatever it was, Johnny definitely dealt with it.

“Oh that?” Johnny laughs, “I was going to talk to you guys about that actually.” He bends down to get the hotplate with the other pancakes from the oven, then takes the last pancake out of the pan, adding it to the platter. You grab utensils and plates, then the two of you bring the food to the table. Doyoung and Taeyong both sit up straighter, helping themselves.

“I asked Jaehyun what he wanted for his birthday, and I promised him I'd get him whatever he wanted.” Johnny begins as the three of you begin to eat, “long story short, Jaehyun has a thing for this girl, but he wouldn’t tell me who she was-”

“Jaehyun has a crush?” Doyoung interrupts, eyes wide. “On a girl?”

Taeyong laughs and shoves Doyoung’s shoulder, turning his attention back to Johnny for the rest of the story.

“Right?! It was so annoying, because Jaehyun tells me everything! And then Mark knew who it was, but he also wouldn’t tell me?!”

“That’s weird.” Taeyong says, brows furrowed, head cocked thoughtfully.

“So Jungwoo comes over, and it turns out, our little Jaehyun has a crush on Y/N.” Johnny is grinning as if his story is the funniest thing in the world, but the rest of you don’t react the same way.

Doyoung begins to cough, having choked on his pancake. He drops his fork and it clatters to the plate as he tries to clear his airway. His hand grips the table to steady himself and his skin turns red from effort.

Taeyong’s eyes are wide, lips parted, he’s not even looking at Doyoung who may be legitimately dying in the chair next to him.

Doyoung manages to clear his throat and you move a hand to rub his back, resting your head on his shoulder. But your eyes are on Johnny. “Me?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Y/N?!” Doyoung and Taeyong say, oddly synchronized, something that’s been happening lately, not that you’re complaining, it’s led to some amazing orgasms for all three of you.

“Yeah!” Johnny shovels a forkful of food into his mouth, squishing it into one cheek so he can still talk, although his words are slightly garbled now, “So I told him, because I’d promised to get him what he wanted,” he swallows, “that I’d talk to you guys about it.”

Taeyong blinks in confusion, “talk to us... about... Y/N being-”

“Jaehyun’s present.” Doyoung finishes Taeyong’s sentence with a look of aggravation on his face, his arms crossing over his chest, lips pursing with annoyance.

“Johnny-” Taeyong sighs, running a hand through his hair, he’s not even sure how to broach the subject.

“I know, it sounds bad, but-” Johnny looks to you, “come on princess,” he pinches your chin lovingly, beaming at you with that smile that’s too contagious for his own good, “I know you think he’s cute.”

“You think he’s cute?!” Doyoung nearly screams, his hand slamming down on the table a moment later, however there’s not much aggression in the movement, more shock.

Even Taeyong looks taken aback, reclining in his chair and stretching with his hands behind his head, “what!?”

“Oh you guys didn’t know about Y/N’s little Jaehyun crush?” Johnny smirks, he’s been sitting on this secret for ages. Jaehyun had been your bias at the start, you’d told Johnny as much when you started dating and he’d weaselled it out of you, but he’d never shared the information until now.

Johnny is smart. You know that.

Out of the three of your boyfriends, Doyoung is going to be the hardest to convince that this is a good idea.

Johnny is confident in your love, and he’s never minded sharing your affection. Taeyong wants what’s best for his group, and on many occasions, you’ve played a mock girlfriend for Yuta needing a date to a family event, or Mark wanting to get bubble tea and take cute pictures.

Doyoung on the other hand, is the most jealous of the three. You’re his. He’s needy, always pulling you to his side and competing for you, he’s even been known to fight with Taeyong over who can make you cum more.

Adding another man?

Jaehyun of all people?

Making Doyoung jealous feels like the only way to get him to agree to it, to make it a question of his honour.

Johnny hates being a manipulator sometimes, but it’s for the benefit of all of you, he knows it will be a night to remember. And sometimes, Doyoung doesn’t know what’s best for himself, Johnny thinks this is one of those times and he makes the executive decision as the main ‘alpha’ in your little foursome.

“What about the bondage and the whipping cream plans?” Doyoung asks, crossing his arms over his chest, he’d been thinking about this all week, and he’s not intent on pushing the event back by even a day.

“If you agree to Jae joining, I’ll even go out and get those chocolate strawberries you love so much.” Johnny says smoothly.

Doyoung looks him up and down, narrowing his eyes, “Fine.”

Johnny’s a little shocked at Doyoung’s somewhat easily earned agreement to this whole thing. Taeyong falls into line next, nodding and reaching out to rest his hand on top of yours, “if it’s what you want.” he tells you, giving you that soft smile you’d fallen in love with.

You laugh a little, taken aback by the turn of events.

“And this will be a one time thing?” you clarify.

“Of course,” Johnny nods, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into his lap so your back is to his warm chest, pancakes forgotten on the table. Johnny nuzzles his face against your neck, pressing a soft kiss there, “one night of fun, no strings attached.”

“Other than the literal rope for bondage-” Doyoung interjects, earning a laugh from everyone.

Johnny smiles against your neck, enjoying your scent as he hugs you tighter, “yes, other than the literal rope.”

“I thought you were spending the day with Y/N.” Haechan says when Johnny shows up at the dorm around lunch time.

“I am.” Johnny answers as he looks through the kitchen, rummaging for god knows what.

“So what are you doing here?” Haechan asks, pushing for more information. On a normal day, he wouldn’t have even looked up at Johnny coming in and out of the dorms, but it’s Valentine’s Day, and Haechan knows better than to think this is normal.

Why isn't Johnny at the apartment splitting you in half? Haechan wants to know.

“Just need a few things.” Johnny laughs, “Why are you so suspicious today?”

“Guess I heard a rumour that Jaehyun has a thing for your girlfriend.” Haechan shrugs, wondering if this is the button that needs to be pushed to get a rise out of his elder friend, “something happened at the party last night?”

Haechan has it on good authority from Mark that Jungwoo let the cat out of the bag at Jaehyun’s birthday party, and everyone is wondering how Johnny, Taeyong and Doyoung are going to react- it’s not like anyone has seen the three of them since last night.

Johnny chuckles at Haechan fishing for information, “Do you have something to say to me Haechannie? Go on, be specific.”

“What?” Haechan laughs, “Like, do I want to tell you that your girlfriend is hot? I think we all know she is. But I’m not going to pull a Jaehyun and fantasize about fucking her.”

“You’re not?” Johnny teases

Haechan groans and rolls his eyes, caught in a lie. “I mean, I have thought about it, but I’d never come and say it to you.” Yeah, he’ll just jack off while you and Johnny sleep in the bed next to him, that’s so much better.

Johnny grins, “Haechan, things are good today, don’t worry about it.”

“You’re inviting Jae over to the apartment, aren’t you?”

“Not much gets past you, does it?”

“You are!” Haechan says loudly, “That’s no fair!-”

Johnny finds the chocolate he was looking for and pockets it, looking at his watch, “in four months, it will be your birthday, come whine to me about this then.”

“Don’t try to say anything to Doyoung.” Johnny warns Jaehyun as they drive over to the apartment. “He likes to act like he’s a big mean dom, so if you say anything to him that sets him off-”

“I get it,” Jaehyun nods, “No pissing off Doyoung.”

“And Taeyong- he’s more of a switch, but you just have to let him be a simp for Y/N, if you get in his way, they’ll both whine at you.”

“There’s a lot of rules huh?” Jaehyun laughs, feeling more nervous than he was this morning when he woke up and wondered if the whole conversation with Johnny the night before had been a dream.

“Not rules,” Johnny sighs, “it’s just the dynamic of it all.”

“So you call the shots?” Jaehyun asks, interested in hearing more about what goes on in your little foursome behind closed doors. He thinks it’s easy enough to tell that Johnny is the main dom, just from the way he acts, and his sheer size. But there’s something about the way you react to Johnny that tells Jaehyun you’ve only ever been his perfect little submissive, which is what had drawn Jaehyun to you in the first place.

Johnny shrugs, “sometimes. But I think tonight you’ll be listening to Doyoung.”

Jaehyun isn't enamoured with the idea of Doyoung telling him what to do, but he figures as long as he doesn’t step on any toes, things will work out. He truly can’t even believe this is happening in the first place, so Jaehyun considers himself lucky for whatever scraps he gets given.

“She’ll be tied up for most of it, if that helps.” Johnny laughs. “Or not, Doyoung seemed pretty set on the silk cuffs though.”

Jaehyun sighs, not sure what he’s gotten himself into, “You guys are honestly kind of scary.”

“You love it.”

He does.

“You look so pretty baby.” Taeyong coos, reaching out to touch your hair. “Johnny got you this set for us?” his eyes take in the red lingerie Johnny had gifted you with this morning. It’s perfectly fitted, Johnny always knows how to dress you up like a princess, and you all enjoy the fruits of his labour.

Doyoung is standing near the bed, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes are dark, and you note how he stays far away from you, gaze hungry.

“Doyoung, do you like it?” you ask, doing a twirl so he can see all the skin showing.

“Put on a robe baby, Jaehyun has to unwrap his birthday present.” Doyoung answers, walking over towards the bed, where he’s already set up the silky rope Johnny had brought just for tonight. The silk is black, you’re sure it will be soft to the touch, Johnny always makes sure that any bondage toys won’t hurt you or leave painful marks.

Taeyong sighs at Doyoung’s behaviour, picking up the gorgeous red robe that matches your set. It’s long, a silky mesh that teases what’s underneath, lined in faux fur. It’s almost as if Johnny is telling you to just kill them all, steal their money and play the part of the sad widow, and you love the aesthetic.

Taeyong ties the silk belt around your waist, making it into a cute bow with precise fingers. “So pretty and soft.” he mumbles to himself, licking his lips as his large eyes dart up to look at your face.

It’s Valentine’s Day and he’d expected to have you naked nearly every single moment- He’d had you when he woke up, he’d had you after breakfast, he’d had you at lunch- but Johnny had insisted that you all wait and be patient, no more sex, until he comes back from the dorms with your guest of honour. He didn’t want you to be too tired, but it was almost torture to be in the same apartment as Doyoung and Taeyong, on Valentines Day of all days, and try to not touch them.

“Honey, we’re home!” comes Johnny’s voice. Three heads turn towards the bedroom door. Taeyong grabs your hand and drags you with him as he heads towards the voices, eager to go meet Jaehyun.

Taeyong is excited. He likes trying new things, well, he does when he’s with you. You’re his safe space, and he’s interested in anything that could make you happy, especially when it means he can get his dick wet.

Just as Taeyong gets you to the door to the bedroom, Doyoung’s hand tugs you back, making you both stop in your tracks. “Kiss.” Doyoung instructs. Taeyong scoffs and lets you go, continuing out of the room to meet Johnny and Jaehyun, which leaves you with the most stoic of your three boyfriends.

You beam up at the beautiful man, grabbing his face to press your lips against his. Doyoung’s hands snake around your waist, and he groans against your mouth, “Be good tonight.” he reminds you, voice stern, as if he expects you to be a brat.

“Aren’t I always?” you tease, nipping at his bottom lip again. Doyoung smacks your ass, hard, and you gasp up at him, eyes widening, cocking your head. “Am I not your good girl?”

“You are. Mine.” Doyoung says, “My good girl.” his hand comes up to grab your chin, thumb testing your bottom lip, “keep that in mind.”

“I will. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With one final peck to his cheek, you turn and leave the room, heart racing in your chest as you think about what they’re all going to do to you.

Johnny, Taeyong and Jaehyun are in the kitchen, and your eyes take in all the treats Johnny has gotten for you all. There’s a birthday cake for Jaehyun, Doyoung’s favourite chocolate covered strawberries, multiple cans of whipping cream, candies of all sorts- Johnny really went all out.

Everyone looks nice, Johnny had insisted on a dress code of casual suits, jackets unnecessary. Johnny knows you have a thing for men in suits, he did this on purpose to tease you, but you love it. Your eyes eat up Jaehyun. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, and your mouth nearly waters when you take in the pretty veins on his arms. You’ve always found Jaehyun to be attractive, but now that you know you’re about to fuck him? He looks even tastier.

Johnny sees you first, and he looks you up and down, holding his hands out for you and you submissively go to join him where he stands on the other side of the island counter from Jaehyun. “You look amazing.” Johnny beams, grabbing your hand gently and helping you do a twirl. Then he pins you with your back to his chest, facing Jaehyun, “Doesn’t she look amazing, Jae?”

“She does.” Jaehyun answers immediately, voice low, eyes dark.

“Happy birthday Jae.” you say to him, feeling your skin heat with something like shyness as he takes in your form, still covered by the seductive robe that matches the set underneath.

“Go on baby,” Johnny pats your bum, “let Jae unwrap his pretty present.”

Jaehyun swallows thickly, staying still as you move around the table to get to him. His pupils are blown with lust and you watch the evenness of his breathing, chest moving slightly with every deep breath he takes as he tries to stay calm.

His eyes look up up and down, landing on the bow around your waist. “Are you guys sure about this?” he asks, fingers flexing at his sides as he tries to be patient.

No one says anything, and you feel the focus on you. This is your decision.

You reach for Jaehyun's hands, marveling in the coolness of his soft fingers as you bring them up to your waist, looking into Jaehyun’s dark eyes. He grabs one end of the bow, slowly pulling it until the red silk unravels, only to be discarded on the floor a moment later.

Jaehyun’s hands move up to your neck, and his fingers smooth over your collarbones, pushing the robe delicately from your form to reveal his present underneath. Jaehyun licks his lips, hands reaching for your waist-

“Lay down on the table baby.” comes Johnny’s voice.

You and Jaehyun both immediately turn to look at Johnny with confusion. He’s made space on the table, and he pats it with a shit eating grin on his face. “You heard me princess.” Johnny says, “We’re out of plates.”

So this is how it’s going to work. They’re going to eat off of you. You look at the smorgasbord of desserts on the table and swallow thickly. You can feel yourself getting wet already, the red panties Johnny had painstakingly chosen from you are sticking to your core.

Doyoung reaches for your hand and pulls you to the head of the table, then he grabs your waist, dark eyes meeting yours as he lifts you to set you onto the marble countertop. Between Johnny and Doyoung, they get you centered and laying down, your robe becoming a makeshift pillow.

“Comfy baby?” Johnny asks.

“Yes sir.” you answer, looking up at the man who reaches for the bottle of whipped cream.

“Good girl, now be a good plate and let us enjoy our food,” Johnny grins, pressing down on the bottle nozzle. Cold cream delights your skin, a sudden shock that makes you jump slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Johnny draws a line parallel to your collarbone. “And remember, good plates keep their mouths shut.”

“Who’s hungry?” Johnny looks up as he asks the question, but Doyoung’s already coming up next to him, shoving Johnny to the side so he can have access to your neck and chest. Doyoung leans over you, his tongue pressing flat to your skin to clean up the stipe Johnny just made. Your skin tingles in the wake of Doyoung, and the trail of saliva leftover reminds you exactly where he was when he pulls away again.

“You thirsty?” Johnny asks, pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge.

“Yes, thank you.” Jaehyun answers. He’s standing there, looking down at your body. Taeyong’s the one who moves next, picking up a chocolate covered strawberry. The NCT leader takes a small bite of the berry, then sets it down on your abdomen, watching with laser focus as the heat of your skin begins to melt the chocolate.

Johnny moves to the bar stool side of the island you’re laying on, and he sits down, handing a flute of champagne to Jaehyun. “Honestly, eat.” Johnny instructs, “do you want cake? Doyoung can cut some cake for you.”

“Cake’s for later with candles.” Taeyong interjects, pulling the specialty box of cake closer towards his side of the table.

“You guys got me a birthday cake?” Jaehyun looks around the room with wide eyes.

“Of course we did.” Johnny scoffs, his arm reaching out to stretch over the back of Jaehyun’s chair as he gets more comfortable, loosening his tie.

Taeyong eats the last of the chocolate strawberry, eyes glued to the spot it’s left on your skin. His thumb collects the leftover chocolate and he sucks on it, groaning a little to himself. He leans down, his soft hair tickling your tummy and his breath dancing across your skin. You stiffen in anticipation of his tongue, and Johnny’s hand reaches out to smooth across your arm, “relax baby girl.”

“She’s just sensitive.” Doyoung says from your other side, shaking the bottle of whipped cream.

Doyoung and Taeyong work together well, as if they vibe on a level that’s non verbal. The synchronization of Taeyong’s tongue on your belly, licking up the chocolate, as Doyoung sprays a strip of cream across the swell of your breasts- the hot and the cold paired together feel delightful, and a soft moan leaves your lips.

“Shh baby, plates don’t whimper.” Johnny coos, reaching out and running two fingers through Doyoung’s whipped cream, which he then brings to your own lips, “suck.” he instructs, watching you accept his digits, then he turns to look at Jaehyun again, as if nothing is out of the ordinary. “We got you vanilla.” Johnny says.

“What?” Jaehyun’s so caught up in looking at you that he’s forgotten where in the conversation he is.

“The cake.” Johnny says simply, removing his digits from your lips, “we got you vanilla. But try a chocolate.” Johnny reaches for a box sitting near your head with his free hand, and he flips the lid off, picking out a little hedgehog shaped treat that he sets just above your belly button.

Doyoung, meanwhile, draws another stripe of cream across the swell of your breast, Johnny had ruined the last one. And his tongue follows quickly behind, cleaning you up and leaving another trail of saliva that brings goosebumps to your skin.

You wonder how long they expect you to just lay here. Johnny brought a lot of food. Your thighs press together with anticipation, hoping to relieve some of the tension there, and Taeyong notices. His soft hand smooths up your calf and thigh, stopping just shy of where you want him. He pushes your legs open slightly, eyes taking in the wet patch that has formed on your red panties. Taeyong licks his lips and grabs the second canister of whipped cream.

Jaehyun picks the chocolate off your abdomen, assessing the half melted bottom of it and the spot it’s left on your skin. When he places the chocolate in his mouth, the warmth of it takes him aback for a moment. It’s delicious, far better half melted than fully solid.

Taeyong nearly makes you flinch from the cold of the whipped cream as he draws a stripe of it from your knee up to your hip. He licks a few inches of the cream, pressing delicate kisses against the skin of your thighs as he works his way up slowly, taking his time and enjoying the process.

Jaehyun has yet to really touch you, and his eyes focus on the spot of chocolate that his treat had left on your skin.

“Go on Jae, clean up your mess.” Johnny’s fingers strum against the back of Jaehyun’s chair, “Doyoung hates it when people don’t clean up after themselves.”

Doyoung is standing to your left side near your chest area still, but his eyes are glued to the smudge of chocolate on your skin. It’s true, Doyoung likes to be punctual with cleaning, especially during sex games. He’s been known to throw a hissy fit if so much as one drop of cum gets anywhere near what he deems to be ‘his side of the bed’.

As if to distract himself from Jaehyun’s little mess, Doyoung reaches for a chocolate covered strawberry, eyes moving to your face. “Hold this.” he tells you, placing the berry between your lips. Then he leans over you, capturing the part of the strawberry that’s held outside your lips. His mouth brushes yours in a mock kiss that’s not nearly enough. Your teeth bite through the berry and you swallow it to get it out of the way for your tongue, which brushes across Doyoung’s lips as you attempt to deepen the kiss. He smirks, pulling out of your reach and grabbing your face roughly, “never told you to swallow, did I?”

You shake your head, eyes snapping down when a cold palm flattens across your abdomen. Jaehyun’s breath tickles as he brings his mouth to your skin. Instead of simply licking, he presses an open mouthed kiss to the melted chocolate, tongue swirling to collect it as he sucks softly on your delicate flesh.

“No marks.” Doyoung says, letting go of your face to watch Jaehyun.

Johnny scoffs, “yes marks. How do you expect to go this whole night with no marks?”

Doyoung’s eyes narrow at Johnny and his silence tells you he knows Johnny is right, but he doesn’t have to be happy about it.

Taeyong has finally reached your hip bone with his mouth, having cleaned up the whipping cream he’d been working on this whole time. He breathes in your scent, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. A soft growl leaves his throat and he gets a better grip on you, slowly dragging you down the table, which draws everyone's attention. Jaehyun pulls away from your skin and Johnny grins, “Taeyong’s a little impatient.” he explains fondly, watching the way Taeyong ignores his words, eyes glued to your core.

“He just wants dessert. The real dessert.” Doyoung sighs, picking up another strawberry to plop into his mouth.

Taeyong doesn’t even say anything as Johnny and Doyoung bicker, simply bringing you all the way to the end of the table, instead, he licks his lips, mouth watering as he thinks about the meal he’s about to feast on-

“Taeyong, she’s Jaehyun’s present, he should be the one doing the unwrapping.” Johnny sips his champagne with a grin on his face. You wonder how much of this he had planned. Of course Taeyong would be the first to break, and it’s no shock that he broke for a taste- Taeyong has been known to do anything for the privilege of eating you out.

Of your three boyfriends, Johnny’s the only one with any patience when it comes to you, which is why he so effortlessly plays the role of dominant. He’s the one with control, 100% of the time, even if Doyoung tries to pretend he’s in charge. Doyoung breaks too easily, gives into you too quickly, but not Johnny. No, Johnny can be a merciless tease when he wants to be, and you fucking love it.

“Go on,” Johnny nudges Jaehyun, “you get the first taste.”

The room is quiet as Jaehyun moves to stand with Taeyong at the foot of the table. Johnny follows too, bringing a chair that Jaehyun doesn’t even notice. You’re close to the edge of the table and Jaehyun’s hands are a little shaky as his fingers hook in your panties. His eyes dart up to meet yours and you see the shift in his demeanour.

He can see how needy you look. You want him. Your soaked panties are evidence of that. And he’s tired of fucking around. He wants to enjoy his present.

Jaehyun tears your underwear off of your body in one rough tug, and he tosses them at Doyoung, dragging you closer to the edge-

Johnny’s hands land on Jaehyun’s shoulder and he forces him to sit on the chair he’s brought over. Jaehyun has to admit that the seat makes things easier, and he adjusts your legs over his shoulders, pressing kisses up your thighs-

“Did you guys see Haechan’s v live this morning?” Johnny asks, causing Jaehyun’s motions to falter. “No, keep going,” Johnny pats his back, “did you guys see it?” his eyes are on Doyoung and Taeyong.

“Yes.” Taeyong answers as Doyoung rolls his eyes and says “no.”

“I said keep going,” Johnny pushes Jaehyun’s head forward and you suck in a breath, able to feel how close Jaehyun is to your needy core- “Doyoung you have to watch our son’s v lives-”

“Stop calling him our son.” Doyoung groans, walking around the table so he can sit in a chair near your head, “just because he calls you dad doesn’t mean we’re his dad’s too.”

Jaehyun chuckles and his breath fans over your pussy. You want to reach out, to grab for him, to beg- but you’re a ‘good plate’ and ‘good plates keep their mouths shut’.

“Taeyong’s literally our father.” Johnny snaps back, eluding to Taeyong’s notorious leader roll of a group with 23 members that just keeps on getting bigger.

“Don’t call him that.” Doyoung scrunches up his nose in disgust, and you’re about to crack a smile at their bickering when Jaehyun finally presses his tongue against your core. Your entire body focuses on the sensation, lips parting to let out the smallest of sounds. Jaehyun licks the entire length of your pussy, his skilled tongue stopping to flick at your clit.

“Come on Jae, you have to eat her out better than that.” Johnny grabs the bottle of whipped cream and you squirm from the cold as he creates a dollop on your entrance, “eat better.”

“Maybe I just want to take my time.” Jaehyun smirks at his friend, adjusting his grip on your thighs. One of his hands snakes up to your waist then back down, fingers finding a nice hold on the soft flesh of your leg. “But if you insist-” This time when his mouth comes to your core, he holds nothing back.

Jaehyun goes for the whipped cream first, his warm mouth sucking at your clit as he laps up the dessert, tongue delving into you too. He groans against your pussy, the vibration running through you and making you let out a quiet gasp. Jaehyun makes sure to get every last drop of whipped cream, and then some.

Your hands move to reach for Jaehyun instinctively- only to be captured in Doyoung’s death grip. His dark eyes study your face as he pins your wrists down to the table above your head, noting the way you tilt your face towards him, chin lifting expectantly. Your lips look so kissable, and Doyoung can’t help himself anymore. His free hand grabs your jaw roughly, and he brings his face close to yours. “Open.”

Doyoung has a bit of a spit kink, and he’ll abuse the power he has over you whenever he feels slightly threatened- whether it’s Taeyong hogging your attention, or maybe it’s him pulling you away at a group dinner to remind you who’s boss- either way, you do as you’re told.

Taeyong sets a strawberry on your abdomen, trying to decide if he wants to focus on you and Doyoung, or Jaehyun between your legs, while the chocolate melts. It’s not a hard choice though, as all eyes move up to you and Doyoung, even Jaehyun stops what he’s doing to pay close attention.

When Doyoung spits in your mouth, you can’t help but groan, closing your eyes and swallowing, licking your lips before looking up at your gorgeous boyfriend who is watching you with the most lust filled look you’ve ever seen on him. Doyoung is riled up from having Jaehyun around, and the tension in the room is thick now that he’s starting to show his dominant side.

Doyoung presses his lips to yours hungrily, keeping your hands pinned above your head so he can control your mobility, so he can control everything. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating you, taking your breath away-

Jaehyun’s returns to his own task and your hips lift at the sudden feeling. Between Jaehyun and Doyoung- you know you’re not going to last long. Doyoung’s a fabulous kisser, and Jaehyun definitely knows what he’s doing.

A tongue lazily licks at your abdomen, Taeyong’s warm hand splaying over your skin to keep you still as he laps at the chocolate mess he’s made.

Your body doesn’t even know what to focus on, and when another set of hands- Johnny’s, you assume- begins to take your bra off, you know one thing for sure: you’re not going to last long.

There’s a brief fumble over your wrists and you know Doyoung concedes because a moment later your bra is slipping off completely. As soon as the fabric is removed from your body, Doyoung reclaims his hold on you, pinning your wrists above your head again as Johnny’s large hands massage your breasts.

Jaehyun slips two fingers into your core and it’s enough to throw you over the edge. Four pairs of hands work together to keep you pinned, while three of the four men put their mouths to good use too. Johnny simply watches it all, fingers pinching at your nipples as your body contorts from pleasure.

You’re not sure how long the orgasm lasts, especially since none of your men let up even while you’re gasping and shaking from pleasure. And when they do finally pull away, Doyoung finally releasing your hands so you can grab his hair while he kisses you, it’s just so Taeyong can quickly push Jaehyun out of his chair and pull you to his own mouth, tongue flicking your already sensitive clit.

“Told you, the guy’s impatient.” Johnny says from next to you, and you assume he’s talking to Jaehyun, but you’re too busy kissing Doyoung, gasping against his mouth as your two lovers synchronously work you towards another orgasm. Your legs are shaking on either side of Taeyong’s head and the moans leaving your lips are loud, but you can’t even remember Johnny’s ‘be quiet’ rule, and he can’t bring himself to get you to shut up, not when your whimpers are as pretty as this.

But what does surprise the two men left watching while Doyoung and Taeyong devour you- is the way your hand flops out, reaching for someone- Johnny’s not sure if it’s him or Jaehyun, and a devious smile works its way onto his lips. “Damn, look at our little cock slut. Two are never enough for her.” he steps forward and your hand meets the front of his pants, immediately fumbling so you can stroke his cock, which is hard against your palm. Even without your eyes, your expert fingers somehow find Johnny’s pant zipper, and he chuckles at your eagerness, smacking your hand away, “you don’t deserve it yet kitten.”

You moan, hips buckling as Taeyong slips a finger into you, slightly annoyed at all the banter going on while all he should be hearing are your whimpers as he gets you to the edge again. Doyoung is also upset, one of his fingers going down to pinch your nipple. He smirks against your lips when your moans reach a higher pitch, your hands both grabbing at his hair and tugging as Taeyong works an orgasm out of you until you’re nearly crying from how intense it is. Only then does Johnny pull Taeyong away from your core, inspecting the one tear that rolls down your cheek as you try to steady your breathing, still laying flat on the table surrounded by food.

Johnny tugs you off the table, steadying you when you land on shaky feet. He cradles you to his chest, trying to look down at your face, but you’re hiding in his embrace, still overwhelmed by your orgasms. “Looks like our pretty girl is ready for us.” his fingers trace up and down your back, then he suddenly throws you over his shoulder, your ass exposed for a moment before Johnny is turning and heading towards the bedrooms, leaving you to simply watch as your three other lovers for the night follow.

When Johnny tosses you onto the bed, he doesn’t immediately do anything, instead he simply looks down at you, and you swallow thickly, shrinking under his hard gaze.

Earlier, Johnny had thought Doyoung would call most of the shots, but now that Johnny has all this power- now that he knows Doyoung isn’t running on the same mindset as he is- well, Johnny just can’t stand the idea of not getting everything he wants tonight. And what he wants is quite specific.

The others arrive as Johnny bends down, smiling softly, “come here kitten.” he coos, and you sit up, crawling towards him. You’re a little surprised when Johnny cups your face, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear, “You’re going to dom Tae because he’s been so good to you. But don’t let him cum until after Jae, then Doyoung, have had a turn with you,” he pulls away, “do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.” you say immediately, and Johnny smiles at the new title. Two orgasms have left you in a submissive mindset, and Johnny can see the dumbification already going into effect, cumming has made you hazy and malleable, just the way Johnny likes.

“Good girl.” Johnny pinches your chin fondly, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling away. He moves away from the bed, and you realize he didn’t mention himself in his little plan, which tells you he’s happy to wait, as per usual. Johnny is big everywhere, and you’ve heard that men who are blessed with ‘monster cocks’ take longer to get hard because of the sheer amount of blood flow that has to reach their cocks. You’ve never asked Johnny about it, but part of you wonders if this is why he’s so keen on watching, only to give in near the end and practically split you in half on his massive cock.

“Tae.” you say as soon as Johnny has moved away, turning your gaze to the most eager of the three men who have followed you and your main dominant into the bedroom. You simply open your arms for him, and the soft leader quickly gets onto the bed with you, slotting himself between your legs and smashing his lips to yours. It’s the first time you’ve kissed him, and you can taste yourself on the tongue that invades your mouth.

The dancer ruts his hips against your core, and the sensitivity of your clit makes you dig your nails into Taeyong’s shoulders, pushing. Taeyong concedes to you immediately, allowing you to roll him onto his back and take the upper position straddling his waist, kissing you deeper-

You press your hand flat on Taeyong’s chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you pull your lips away from his, sitting up fully. For a moment you simply look down at the gorgeous man between your legs, his lips puffy from kissing, his eyes fixated on you, his goddess.

Then you turn and look over your shoulder, looking directly at Jaehyun. Johnny had been very clear with his instruction to pay attention to Jaehyun first.

“Go on.” Johnny’s voice gives permission and Jaehyun approaches the bed, taking his time, eyes scanning your body.

Under you, Taeyong’s getting needy, his hands sliding up to your bare waist. He pushes up against your hand, and it’s easy enough to force him back down, but you turn to look at him now, meeting his large eyes. You can’t just not reward him with a kiss- what has he even done to deserve a reward? You don’t care, he deserves it.

The bed dips behind you, signalling Jaehyun’s arrival, and then a cold hand smooths over your back, creeping up until- he roughly grabs your hair, pulling you up and off Taeyong who mewls at the loss, but his whimper stops when he sees you pinned with your back to Jaehyun’s chest. He sits up, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, and your fingers tangle in his hair while you’re hyper aware of Jaehyun behind you, his hand moving to your neck.

Jaehyun’s breath fans over your skin, and you tilt your head to the side, eager to kiss him, to taste him. Jaehyun flashes you a small smile right before your lips meet, and you’re sure that at least in this moment, part of you kind of loves him. His hand cups your face, keeping your mouth on his so his tongue can invade your mouth and he can nip on your bottom lip, earning a whimper from you that he eats up.

Taeyong’s teeth graze your nipple and you moan louder, prompting Jaehyun to release his hold on your neck, hand slipping down between your thighs to collect the wetness there. He breaks off from kissing you, lips moving instead to your neck. “Is this for me?” his voice is husky as he toys with your pussy.

“Yes Jae.” you mewl pathetically, pressing you ass back against his hard cock. His digits tease your entrance, but don’t give you what you need, instead he brings them up to your face, sliding his fingers into your mouth and watching intensely as you lick them clean, swirling your tongue to show him that you’re a good girl.

“What about him?” Jaehyun’s gaze slides down to the man who’s still suckling at your tits, so lost in his own world that you doubt he even knows he’s being talked about.

“He can wait.” you answer breathlessly, “need you now.”

Jaehyun practically purrs at your answer, and then all at once he’s shoving you and Taeyong down. You land on your lover's chest, and Taeyong steadies you with his arms, eyes opened as he looks up at Jaehyun with shock at the sudden movement. But Jaehyun isn’t looking at him, he’s pulling his pants down, and a moment later you feel his cock at your entrance.

A shiver of anticipation runs over your body and you smash your lips to Taeyong’s, capturing his face between your hands. Jaehyun’s palm is flat on your back, and the other guides his cock into you slowly. At first it’s just the head and you moan loudly, Taeyong takes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck so that your noises can be uncensored by kissing. Jaehyun is thick, thicker than you’d expected. He’s not as big as Johnny, but damn, the stretch is pleasant as inch by inch he fills you up.

Jaehyun’s hands find your waist when he’s fully sheathed inside of you, and his grip is firm, commanding. He’s going to use you, and you’re going to fucking love it.

Taeyong continues sucking on your neck as Jaehyun begins to thrust, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You’ve been with Johnny, Doyoung and Taeyong for so long that the foreignness of Jae is extremely evident to you, but not unwelcome. You don’t know what to expect with him, as you do with your other lovers, and the feeling of not knowing is incredibly exhilarating.

“Baby, you’re so loud.” Johnny’s voice comes from right next to the bed, and a moment later his hand is grabbing your hair, forcing you to look up at him, “we don’t want a noise complaint, do we baby?”

“No daddy.” You shake your head, swallowing thickly and trying to quiet yourself while Jaehyun works you from behind and Taeyong moves his kisses from your neck to your collar bones, his hands cupping your breasts and massaging. You know where this is going, and you lick your lips in preparation.

“Doyoung.” Johnny calls the name of the fourth man in the room, and he appears at your tall lover's side an instant later. Johnny doesn't even have to give Doyoung instruction, the man is already undoing his pants.

You push yourself up, moving partly off of Taeyong so you can have access to Doyoung standing at the side of the bed. Taeyong is under you, straddled by his waist and pinned, but now he doesn't even get easy access to your boobs or your mouth.

Taeyong ruts up, looking for some kind of pressure, and you ignore him. You hold yourself up with one hand, pulling Doyoung out of his briefs and guiding him to your lips eagerly. Once he’s where you want him- buried so deep in your mouth that his head lols back- you take your hand away so it can snake under your own body to finally grip Taeyong through his pants.

Taeyong moans, from frustration, from the feeling of your hand, you can’t be sure. He throws his head back into the pillows hands moving to grip the bed sheets in an effort to ground himself and calm down.

Doyoung, meanwhile, has a firm grip on your head, holding you still so he can move his cock in and out of your mouth at his own pace. He’s matching time with Jaehyun, who’s adjusted behind you now that you're angled towards, arguably, your most aggressively impatient boyfriend.

Jaehyun can’t believe this is happening. He’s discarded his shirt, but his pants are a little annoying at his thighs. He tries to focus on the annoyance, because if he doesn't- if he focuses instead on the tightness of your pussy wrapped around him- well, he doesn’t think he’ll last. And he doesn’t want this to end.

Doyoung lets out a groan that draws everyone’s attention. The moody man is generally more on the quiet side during sex, and he only moans when he’s close, which one look at him tells you all that he is. Doyoung’s head is thrown back, his hips working his cock in and out of your mouth, hands gripping your hair. And to your credit, you’re doing your absolute best for your lover, cheeks hollowed, tongue working whatever you can.

Jaehyun’s thrusts get rougher at the visual, and you begin to whimper around Doyoung’s cock.

Doyoung bites at his lip, groaning and looking down at you. Unlike Jaehyun, Doyoung knows you’re his. He knows that even after he kicks Jaehyun out, he’ll be able to tie you up and have his way with you as many times as he pleases. So he doesn’t care about cumming too fast, in fact, Doyoung almost thinks it shows his power to be the first to cum.

He’s going to make Jaehyun watching cum at least one more time, just to rub it in. And what better way to cum than to cum from using his little kitten’s mouth? Doyoung is flexing your own skills, your own ability to be his perfect little pet.

But just in case Jaehyun isn’t picking up on any of this, Doyoung makes sure that the situation can’t be lost on the birthday boy. “Just like that, my little kitten.” Doyoung coos down at you, “so fucking good with your mouth. You love cock, don’t you baby girl?”

You groan around his length, sucking harder- only to be pulled off of Doyoung’s cock. You open your eyes to look up at the man who’s still gripping you firmly, “open.” he commands, and you do as you’re told.

Doyoung’s not the type to ever force you to swallow, in fact, one time Yuta had said “spitters are quitters” at a game night and Doyoung had actually attempted to throttle the poor man.

But tonight isn’t about Doyoung being a supportive, loving, kind hearted boyfriend.

Tonight is about Doyoung proving himself to the fly on the wall, or the Jae in your pussy, if you will.

Tonight, Doyoung doesn’t ask, he simply expects, and you do your best to be good for him. It’s easy to focus on Jaehyun behind you instead of the way Doyoung coats your tongue. You swallow quickly, if only to adhere to Taeyong below you, who is tugging your face back to his.

Your hand is still placed over his cock, not applying much pressure, and it’s driving him wild. Being pinned under you while you’re fucked by Jaehyun was already torture, but to have Doyoung come and monopolize on you too? Taeyong is desperate, not even caring for the saltiness still on your lips, his tongue invades your mouth, hips rutting up against your hand eagerly.

“Baby.” Johnny’s strong voice interrupts your kiss, and despite the whimper of the man below you, you pull away from Taeyong’s lips to look up to your main dom for instruction. “Let Taeyong sit up a bit, against the pillows, then flip over, he can hold you up while Jae fucks you properly.”

“I want-” Taeyong begins to say but you cut him off by placing your hand over his mouth.

Then you look at Johnny again, smiling sweetly, “anything you say daddy.”

Jaehyun snickers from behind you, hand landing on your ass unexpectedly. You let out a moan from the pain, pussy clenching on Jaehyun’s cock. “You feel so good.” he tells you, squeezing your ass one last time before he grabs your hips and all but tosses you over and onto your back next to Taeyong.

The only male switch in the room follows through with Johnny’s request by proxy, and a moment later he’s cradling you to his chest. Jaehyun is now fully naked, having discarded his pants, and Taeyong, likewise, got naked.

You spit into your hand, adjusting the way you’re sitting in front of Taeyong so you can access his cock, your fist wrapping around him. Taeyong lets out a groan from behind you, head falling back against the propped up pillows.

“Don’t cum until we do.” you whisper to him, pressing a kiss under his jaw as Jaehyun adjusts your legs around him.

It’s a peculiar position, one Jaehyun’s never done before. The few times he’s fucked a girl with another guy, it’s been strictly spit roasting, with a guy in the front and one behind. This is something else, something new, but as long as he stays to the side of your body not preoccupied with his group leader’s dick… well, Jaehyun kinda likes it.

His favourite thing about it has to be the way you grab his face, pulling his lips to yours with your free hand. The view from behind you had been great, but nothing beats actually getting to look at you. It fills Jaehyun with this conflicting feeling, because on one hand he knows he’s being bad. You’re the girlfriend of not one, not two, but three of his best friends. And you’re looking directly into his eyes as he fucks you senseless, which feels oh so good.

Then Jaehyun feels something else- Taeyong sneaks his hand between your two bodies to rub your clit- and the unexpected movement makes Jaehyun meet Taeyong’s gaze, just for a moment- and Jaehyun knows this is all about to be over, because Taeyong looks wrecked.

You had explicitly told Taeyong not to cum until Jaehyun had, and now Taeyong’s taking matters into his own hands to get you to cum, which will, no doubt, make Jaehyun cum too.

You groan at the new pleasure of Taeyong’s wet fingers on your clit, tilting your head to reach his neck, pressing kisses there and leaving your own throat exposed for Jaehyun’s equally eager mouth. The three of you are a mess of moans, hands, and kisses, and you feel so incredibly small pressed between Taeyong and Jaehyun’s bodies. Your skin is tingling with pleasure, and you can feel your orgasm rising- you work Taeyong’s cock even more and he moans loudly, grabbing at the sheets with his free hand.

“Fuck-” Taeyong is repeating like a mantra, holding back his orgasm from just your hand-

“Cum for us.” Jaehyun’s teeth nip at your ear and his cock slides against a spot deep inside of you, sending you over the edge. Whimpers leave your lips, only to be eaten up by Jaehyun, who kisses you hard as your walls milk him of everything he’s got, your fist still wrapped firmly around Taeyong who also cums the moment you do, hips shuddering under you as he coats his own chest in his seed.

Your free hand is tangled in Jaehyun’s hair, and you continue to kiss him even after you come down from your high. Taeyong stays below you, breathing heavily, his heart racing against your back. His fingers continue to lazily stroke your clit, which makes your whole pussy react, squeezing Jaehyun again, which makes him groan.

“Baby girl still wants more, don’t you honey?” Johnny’s voice makes you pull away from Jaehyun’s lips, eyes landing on the only man yet to have had any fun with you.

“She’s always so needy.” Doyoung agrees, standing near the head of the bed and playing with the silk bondage ropes he’d bought for tonight. “So messy.” he continues, eyes going to Taeyong’s chest.

You realize that when Jaehyun and Taeyong adjusted with you, they’d unknowingly moved onto what is generally considered to be Doyoung’s side of the bed.

“Go clean yourself up.” Doyoung instructs Taeyong, who is in such a daze from you, that he simply accepts it and rolls out from being half under you, heading to the bathroom. “And you.” his eyes move to you and he begins unbuttoning his shirt, followed by his pants, “you’re going to ride daddy’s cock to show our guest what else he’s missing out on every day.”

Doyoung comes and sits on the bed, and Jaehyun reluctantly lets you out of his arms so you can go to straddle your lover, hands smoothing across his shoulders to steady yourself. He’s already hard again, and he guides his cock against your entrance, “so fucking dirty.” Doyoung growls, one hand moving to your waist so he can force you to sink down on him.

You let out a whimper, looking directly into Doyoung’s dark eyes.

“You’re still so tight, kitten, how are you ever going to take Johnny?” Doyoung tuts, his hand smacking down on your ass, “stretch yourself out for us.”

You lift yourself up, only to sit back down, Doyoung’s cock filling you so completely- when you’re on top, it’s one of the deepest penetration positions, and Doyoung knows it. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, getting yourself close to his chest. In this sitting up position, he has access to anything he wants, he’d never give you full control on top, with the ability to press him down by his neck like you do with Taeyong- no, Doyoung’s below you, but he’s still very much in charge.

“Come on kitten, don’t be shy.” Doyoung’s fingers dig into your hips, his teeth nipping at the underside of your jaw, “I know you can do better than this. Or are you too tired?”

You groan at his words. Too tired. As if you haven’t been getting fucked pretty much all day as it is. But you take Doyoung’s challenge, and despite your muscles being angry with you, you ride him faster.

The sound of skin on skin is loud in your ears now that you’re on top, and even though it does feel good, you really just wish Doyoung would throw you down and take care of you.

You begin to kiss Doyoung’s neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. You know his sweet spots, you know what riles him up, and it doesn’t take long for you to get him to snap. Doyoung wraps his arm around your back and flips you both, so you’re now situated in missionary for the first real time.

He kisses you roughly, hips finding a brutal pace. You’re so wet, not only from your own cum, but Jae’s as well, and Doyoung is using you mercilessly. It’s the best you can do to hold on for dear life- and then even that’s taken from you when Doyoung forces your hands above your head. A moment later silk is being wrapped around your wrists and you open your eyes to see Johnny there. He flashes you a wink, finishing up your binds.

Had you really thought Doyoung wouldn’t orchestrate an entire scenario to be able to use his shiny new bondage rope?

“Doyoung-” you groan, already missing the feeling of being able to grab at his face or hair, but the man buried inside of you doesn’t respond, just continues working on you, lips leaving marks on your neck.

Over Doyoung’s shoulder, Jaehyun is watching intently, and the fact that he’s even in the room- the fact that any of this is happening- your whines get louder.

Not being able to move, being completely at Doyoung’s mercy, it’s a feeling you’ll never get used to. You trust Doyoung completely, trust him to make you feel good, and you know he’ll make you cum. You can already feel it building inside of you.

How many times have you even cum? You’ve lost count today.

Doyoung adjusts his hold on your hips, and angles himself in a way that has his cock brushing against your g spot, making you cry out, chest arching up only to be forced back down by the weight of Doyoung’s body.

“Greedy kitten, want to be filled up right?” Doyoung growls against your neck.

“Yes!” you whine, “please, please fill me up.” You hear both Johnny and Jaehyun let out groans at your words, and it just makes you want to be even naughtier, to put on more of a show now that you know Jaehyun likes this type of thing too. “Doyoung fill me up until I can’t take it anymore, please, I need you so bad-”

Doyoung lets out a groan and his hand comes to wrap around your neck, “then cum for me.” he instructs, watching you carefully as he applies more pressure to your neck. The constriction of your airway is the tipping point, the last thing you need to explode around his cock, pussy pulsing around him and dragging him with you. His thrusts don’t stop the entire way through your orgasms, and only when you’re both a mess does he finally stop. His breath is hot against your clammy neck, but you don’t mind, you love the closeness of this, even though you can’t wrap your arms around him.

Doyoung presses a soft kiss to your lips and pulls out of you, only to be replaced by Johnny. But Johnny is still fully clothed, and the first thing he does is reach for your binds to undo them.

You watch him curiously, too tired to really say much.

“How are you feeling?” Johnny asks once your wrists are free. His eyes inspect your body, lingering at your hole, which is starting to drip-

“I want you.” you whisper, reaching for him.

Johnny chuckles, “i know baby, let me clean you up first.”

“I want you now.” you pout.

“Then have me in the shower.” Johnny says, standing and lifting you from the bed. Just like earlier, he carries you over his shoulder to the bathroom, where Taeyong is just exiting the shower with a towel around his waist.

The NCT leader’s skin is flushed from the shower, and his eyes look a little hazy still, but he smiles when he sees you both. Taeyong goes to lean against the sinks while he watches Johnny set you down in the shower and turn it on. Johnny takes off his shirt next, peeking out the door at Doyoung and Jaehyun, then he gets close enough to Taeyong to say, “how about you all go get cake started. We’ll be down soon.”

Taeyong simply nods, heading out of the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

A moment later Johnny joins you in the shower, coming to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your body. You turn in his embrace so you can look up at him, and your gentle giant smiles down at you in return, “still want me?” he teases.

“Always.” you answer, hand reaching between your bodies to stroke his cock. He’s been waiting for so long, you almost feel bad for him.

“How do you want me princess?” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Just fuck me.” you say, grabbing the back of his neck with your free hand to bring his lips down to yours. His tongue invades your mouth a moment later, deepening the kiss. His large body presses you back against the shower wall, hands placed on the tile on either side of your head, boxing you in with his massive frame.

Your hand continues to work fluidly on his cock, and you brush your thumb over his sensitive cockhead. “You’re so patient.” you say, “don’t you want to just fuck me?”

Johnny laughs, “I have self control baby,” he hikes your leg up on his hip, “something you, Doyoung, and Taeyong, seem to have none of.”

Both of your look down as you guide his cock to your entrance and he pushes in slowly until just his head is inside of you. He’s so girthy that the stretch from his cockhead alone makes your breath catch.

“Are you sure you can take me baby?” Johnny asks, “you’ve had a long day-”

“I want you.” you say with determination, trying to pull him closer with your hands but Johnny doesn’t allow you to force him into you, instead he moves forward slowly, which is almost more torturous. Your pussy tries to accommodate his size, and even though you’ve just been fucked by multiple guys, you don’t feel prepared enough. You never do with Johnny.

“Hey,” Johnny cups your face, “look at me,” his thumb strokes your cheek, “happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” you beam up at him, kissing him again.

Johnny smiles into the kiss, and he leans down more, hands cupping your ass so he can lift you fully off the floor. He uses the shower wall to help pin you as his hips begin to move, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls.

You grip his shoulders tightly, not keen on falling, but you’re sure you won’t. Johnny’s never dropped you before, and he’s a big fan of shower sex.

He’s so big you can feel the vein that runs along the underside of his cock, and when you close your eyes, melting into his kiss, it feels like heaven.

You're so sensitive from your previous orgasms that it doesn’t take long for Johnny to get you to the edge again, and when he does, he stops kissing you, simply cupping your face, “so fucking pretty,” he coos, “be a good girl and cum for me.”

This orgasm doesn’t feel like an explosion like Doyoung’s had, or even as intense as the one you’d been given while pressed between Jaehyun and Taeyong. This orgasm is like warmth spreading through your body, a golden aura of pleasure that sizzles every fibre of your being and has you shaking in Johnny’s embrace as he fills you up with his cum.

He simply holds you when you’re both done, and after a while, you finally tell him he can put you down. After making sure you’re both fully clean, you and Johnny exit the shower and get dried and changed into fresh, comfortable, clothes. Then you head to the kitchen, where Doyoung, Taeyong and Jaehyun are cutting into the birthday cake.

Taeyong picks up a scoop of cake and presents it to you, watching with a smile as you accept it and allow him to feed you, then tuck you into his side.

“Did you make a birthday wish?” Johnny asks when he sees the candles have already been discarded, showing he missed it.

“I didn’t have to.” Jaehyun answers, eyes moving from Johnny to you, “all my dreams already came true.”

“If you say shit like that,” Doyoung warns, using his cake cutting knife to point at Jaehyun, “I’m going to kick you out, and I don’t care if you are the birthday boy.”

“Be nice.” Johnny insists, picking up plates so everyone can move to the living room to be more comfortable.

At first you think maybe you’ll all watch a movie, but Johnny vetoes the idea for music. He’s good at reading you, Taeyong and Doyoung, and as he predicted, you all end up asleep within half an hour of sitting down after dessert.

You’re cuddled up between your two lovers on the couch, while Jaehyun and Johnny move back to the kitchen as not to disturb the three of you.

“Can I pack you some cake to go?” Johnny asks, ready to just give Jaehyun the whole box.

“Thanks, I’m alright. It was great but, you guys should keep it, or Jungwoo will eat the whole thing the moment I bring it back to the dorms.”

“Good point.” Johnny nods, packing up the cake to put back in the fridge.

“Thanks for, uh, for inviting me.” Jaehyun rubs the back of his neck. There’s no easy way to say ‘thanks for letting me raw dog your girlfriend on Valentine's Day’.

“Don’t mention it.” Johnny nods, then his expression goes serious, “no but like for real, don’t mention this to people, even if Haechan whines and begs, don’t tell him anything.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything.” Jaehyun assures him.

“Good,” Johnny pats his shoulder, “now go back to pretending you’re not falling for my girlfriend, and I’ll pretend I don’t see it. Happy birthday, and happy Valentine’s.”

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Guess you’ll never know? Doyoung

Word count: 1.4k Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: death, mourning, depression (?), suicide

The gentle sunlight warming up your face, the smell of freshly made coffee filling up your nostrils. You slowly open your eyes, adjusting to the morning light. Heading downstairs, you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling at the sight: Doyoung was facing the opposite way, busy cooking you both some breakfast. Seeing him in his squared blue pyjamas, his messy black hair perfectly surrounding his beautiful bare face, round glasses resting near the tip of his nose, you couldn’t help but immediately feel butterflies growing in your stomach.

You slowly passed the kitchen counter, making sure not to be heard by your boyfriend who was too focused on putting some cream on both of your pancakes. “Mornin’ beautiful.” You murmured, hugging him from behind. He jumped a little, a bit of cream falling on the plate: he didn’t hear you getting closer. “Hey, angel.” He turned around, welcoming you in a soft warm hug. “Did you have a nice sleep?” He asked, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You hummed in response, burying your face further into his chest. He raised his head placing a kiss where he was previously resting his cheek. “You hungry?” His right hand gently stroked your hair, whilst the other raised your chin to face his face. “Very.” You smiled at the sight. “Go sit down then, I’ll bring you some homemade breakfast.” He chuckled, winking at you.

You ate your pancakes, glancing over at your boyfriend from time to time. He had this soft aura around him, feeling like he came out straight from a dream. You started noticing every detail of his face, every little movement: his long fingers wrapped around the fork he was holding midair, ready to eat a small bite of food, the veins popping out on his forearm and hand while scrolling through his social media. His gaze fixed on the screen, wrinkling his nose from time to time, probably because of some crazy fans’ comments he read under one of his posts, promptly followed by a little grin. You came to think how lucky you were to be around him, to know all of his strange but cute habits, to see him at both his best and worst.

And then it hit you: the reason why you always felt like you were living a dream whenever he was around. Why do you always feel like yourself and never had the need to fake it. The reason why he always managed to make you smile, no matter how shitty your day had been.

You were in love.

The sound of your fork falling onto your plate got Doyoung’s attention almost immediately, fixing his gaze with yours, a mixture of concern and confusion on his face.

There were a few seconds of silence that felt like hours, then he finally spoke “What’s the matter?”

You simply stood there for a little bit more, unsure of what to tell him.

“I love you, Doyoung. I really do.” You gulped loudly as anxiety took over your body.

His expression changed: melancholy was plastered all over his face, a bitter smile growing on his lips. “I love you too, angel.” He sighed. “I just wish you had said it when I was still alive.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of his words’ meaning. Then you saw him changing: his skin getting paler by the second, dark circles forming under his now bloody eyes, his lips had now a dark blue tint. You tried to get up from your seat, willing to reach him but you were frozen in your spot. Then you saw him, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted as if he was sleeping. Fully dressed, his lifeless body was resting inside an open coffin: and you were there, looking at him with bloodshed eyes, tears still running down your cheeks as you held his cold hand, the same hand with which your boyfriend took his life.

You woke up, with your eyes wide open. Your bedroom was filled with darkness. You felt tears running down your cheeks, which you promptly whipped off. You turned over to the other side of the bed, hoping to see your boyfriend’s figure laying down peacefully next to you. But he wasn’t there. The strong aroma of coffee wasn’t filling the air. You walked into the bathroom, turning on the light: the image of yourself in the mirror almost startled you. You were a complete mess. Just like you have been for the past year. The dark circles under your eyes clearly tell that you have been sleep-deprived for quite a long time. You washed your face with cold water: a mare attempt to wipe away any trace of tiredness.

You reached the kitchen downstairs, making yourself a cup of coffee: the only thing that apparently kept you going through the day.

“Yes?” You answered your phone, your voice was quiet, similar to a murmur. “Hey darling, how are you doing?” Taeyong’s voice reached your ears from the other side of the phone. “I’m…doing okay.” You were everything but okay, and both you and your boyfriend’s best friend were well aware of that. “Did you at least get some sleep?” He was clearly worried, his tone got softer with the question. “I had another nightmare about him, Yong. Worst than any other I had so far.” Your voice cracked remembering the lifeless face of your boyfriend. “I am about to come to your place, do you wanna talk about it?” You sighed. “I would really appreciate that. Thank you, Yong, you’re an angel.”

“I can only imagine what you’re going through.” Taeyong’s hand reached out to yours, caressing the back of it. “He was also your best friend, Yong, don’t pretend you are not hurting as much as I am.” You looked at him straight in the eyes. “Are you ready to go?” You sighed after a few seconds, your gaze lost in the emptiness of the room. “Yeah…let’s go.”

The car ride felt awfully long: you couldn’t actually tell if it was for the silence that none of you dared to break or because of the intrusive thoughts that have been accompanying you since Doyoung’s death. Both you and your friend got off the car and instinctively took the path that lead to your boyfriend grave: the fact that both of you did it so naturally made you realise how many times you took that same path every single day of the week.

You stopped in front of his tombstone: you promptly put some fresh gladiolus in the crystal vase in front of it, careful not to cover his photo. Once again, tears started filling your eyes and in a second they were already running down your cheeks. You saw Taeyong gently caressing his friend’s photo, whispering something that felt unintelligible for you. “I’ll wait for you in the car. Take all the time you need.” He cracked a broken smile and went back on the same trail the two of you came from.

“It’s been a year already, huh?” You were now sitting in front of the tomb, playing with a bunny plushie. It was the first gift he gave you. “You know, I often dream of you.” Then you chuckled. “Well, actually I always dream of you.” You let out a painful sigh. “I regret it every day, not telling you that I actually loved you.” You started sobbing. “What if I had told you, baby, I am sorry, Would you still be wearing my shirt every morning, or were the broken parts, waiting in the dark, I guess we'll never know it.”

And then you felt it. You felt the warmth of a hand on your cheek. You immediately put yours on the same spot but felt nothing. But you could still feel it on your skin. You knew it was his hand. You could feel it. You could feel the loving touch of his on your face. You started crying even harder, unable to say a single word. You have been waiting for so long for a sign of his, and now you had it. He knew. He died knowing that you loved him with all your soul.

“I love you.” You whispered. A gentle breeze caressed your skin, giving you goosebumps.

Perhaps it was his way to say he loves you back.

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ty and his bunny <3333

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starlitmark · 11 months

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Summary: The universe has a funny way of working; maybe you should let it do what it plans. Pairing: ragdoll kitty!Taeyong x fem!reader x dutch rabbit!Doyoung Tropes: hybrid au, high school au, uni au Genre: fluff, angst Rating: PG Warnings: hybrids, mentions of prejudice, language, anxiety, breakups Part 1 Word Count: 6,409 Note: thank you to @kthpurplesyou @raibebe and @daesukiii for beta/ proofreading this!!!

Part 2

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High School: Spring of Freshman Year

You love this little fair your friend dragged you to. It was in the town neighboring yours, but you can’t be bothered by that. You enjoy the rides and snacking on fair foods (mainly funnel cake). Her mom dropped you off here and told you to call her when you were ready to return to your friend’s home. You were doing your best to keep your slightly younger friend distracted. Throughout the entire night, she had been getting dirty looks, and you knew why: being a fox hybrid, she always got glares from people. It didn’t matter that she was genuinely one of the sweetest people you knew. They immediately assumed that she was shifty because of the pointed ears on her head.

“Hey, what about this?” she enthuses, dragging you in another direction.

“Slow down,” you laugh lightly, “we can stay as late as my curfew.”

She’s far too excited about whatever she sees. Suddenly though, she stops dead in her tracks. The abrupt stop makes you nearly knock her to the ground. Her tail gently bats against your shin; she’s focusing on something. You see a boy around your age when you look where she’s looking. He’s some sort of cat hybrid; his ears are a pale grey, and his tail matches the shade, with the underside white.

You nudge her, hoping to regain her attention. You gently run a finger along her silver ear when nudging her doesn’t work, making it twitch reflexively. She pins her ears down to her hair, showing you her annoyance.

“Why are you staring at that boy? You like him?” you tease.

She makes a gagging noise, “No! That’s my cousin!”

“He’s a… cat hybrid?”

She huffs at you, “Our grandma is a kitty, but grandpa is a fox. His mom is a kitty, and my mom is a fox. Did you not pay attention to your biology class?”

“I haven’t gotten to the genetics unit of the course yet…”

She doesn’t respond and instead drags you toward the kitty hybrid. Your younger friend seems to be fixated on getting to him. She holds onto your hand tightly and weaves through the crowd. Once you’re close enough, she starts tiptoeing to sneak up on him. Not that she really needed to be quiet. It was a loud public setting, after all. She looks back at you with a sly grin before taking a deep breath and barking. The kitty boy jumps a mile high due to the shock, adding a hiss in for good measure.

“What the hell?” he whines, “That was completely unnecessary.”

“No, it wasn’t!” she laughs, “I scared you. It was fun!”

“Whatever, what are you doing here anyway? I’m surprised your mom let you come out here. Ya know, with being a baby still.” he teases.

“I am not a baby!” the fox whines

“You’re still in middle school.” he deadpans.

She ushers you to stand beside her, “I’m not alone! I have my friend with me.”

You finally get a good look at the boy in front of you. He’s gorgeous. He’s not extremely tall, though; that can change still, and he has eyes that suck you in and hold you hostage. He has a smile resting on his lips. It’s pretty. You’ve had a few crushes before, but none of them made your heart beat the way it is when you look at him. You can’t say a single word when you make eye contact with him. Your mouth opens and closes several times, but no words come out.

“Oh! This is my cousin, Taeyong.” she explains, “He’s a year older than you.”

“Do you go to the high school here?” You shake your head, “No, I live a town over. She just dragged me here for the fair.”

“Well, if you ever want someone to hang out with that isn’t her, you know me now.” He pats his sides briefly before pulling a pen out of his pocket.

“Can I have your hand for a second?” you give him your hand. He writes a phone number on it—the feeling of the pen tickling against the heel of your palm as he writes. “That’s my number. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to answer all the time. My mom is rather… insistent on phone time limits… but I’ll answer whenever I can.”

He offers you a sweet smile, then rubs his hand against his younger cousin’s hair. She makes an odd noise and pushes his hand away. She quickly moves to fix her hair and the fur of her ears. He chuckles at her, smiling like she’s his younger sister rather than a cousin.

“I’ll see you for dinner tomorrow, dummy,” he affectionately teases.

“You won’t,” she calls after him, “She’s staying over tonight.”

“So I’ll just see both of you!” he calls back, not turning around still.

Taeyong disappears into the crowd, his bushy grey tail swishing as he walks, and you’re left with your younger fox friend. She looks at you to gauge your thoughts. You’re not sure where your thoughts are at the moment. You look down at your palm where his number is written. The blue ink seems to jump out.

“You like him, don’t you?”

“What?! I just met him. What are you talking about?”

“You like him,” she sing-songs, “I should have you text my mom to pick me up, and you can stay here and find Taeyong again. He’s probably hanging around that bunny boy he’s friends with.”

“Do not.” you whine, “Let’s just go back to yours… I wanna charge my phone.”

When you return to your friend’s house, she’s half asleep. She hardly processes what’s happening as she does her nightly routine. You chuckle at her behavior and follow suit, plugging your phone in for good measure. You’re not nearly as exhausted as her, but you don’t know where her sudden exhaustion came from. She flops down on her bed and almost instantly is asleep. Her mom had set up a mattress on the floor beside her bed for you to sleep on.

You lay down on the makeshift bed for a while, not doing anything for a moment. Then your mind starts wandering to what happened earlier in the afternoon. Taeyong seemed to be rather intriguing, not just in physical appearance. Yes, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, but something about his aura also makes you insanely curious about the kitty hybrid. Shifting your weight, you look over at your charging phone. It’s within reach, and you haven’t yet added his number to your phone. Now’s good a time as ever, you suppose. Shimmying your way up the mattress, you reach out for your phone. You’re nearly blinded by the brightness, having adjusted to the room’s darkness. You type the number on your palm into your phone and get a giddy, butterfly feeling when it is saved. Your fox friend was teasing you when she claimed that you like him, but maybe an itty bitty crush is developing. It probably won’t go anywhere, though, he goes to a different school, and you probably won’t see him more than once a month, if that.

You at 10:45pm || Hey! Just letting you know this is y/n :)

Taeyong at 10:46 pm || Hi :D what are you doing awake still?

You at 10:46 pm || Your lovely cousin fell asleep already and I’m just not tired

Taeyong at 10:48pm || So I’m a second choice 😞 || I see how it is 😞

You giggle slightly at his message and quickly quiet yourself when your friend shifts on her bed. You know her hearing is sensitive, but you can never be sure how sensitive it is, especially when sleeping. Sometimes it’s extremely sensitive, and she sleeps like the dead other times. When you’re sure she’s still asleep, you look back at your screen to see another message from Taeyong.

Taeyong at 10:51 pm || I can’t sleep either. Wanna maybe call? We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable or if my cousin decided to be a light sleeper tonight.

You at 10:52 || I’d really like that actually 😊

It only takes a few more moments before your phone vibrates with an incoming call. You let it ring a few times, feeling how your heartbeat slightly picks up in pace. Finally, you press the accept button and stay quiet. You’re not sure what you’re meant to say.

“I thought you weren’t going to answer for a minute,” you hear Taeyong chuckle.

“I wouldn’t do that,” you respond, “I said I wanted to chat after all.

There’s a short moment of silence. It’s not immensely awkward, but it’s not extremely comfortable. You hear him sigh, and you hum in response. When he doesn’t respond, you speak up louder.

“What’s on your mind?” you question.

“Nothing.”

“Taeyong,” you respond, “we’ve only known each other for a few hours, but I know something’s off.”

He chuckles. “You and Doyoung would get along. He always knows when something’s wrong.”

There’s another short pause between you. Neither of you says a thing, but you hear something akin to a trill. You chuckle lightly as you reposition to be lying on your side.

“What’s Doyoung like? I think I should at least have an idea considering I’m meeting him tomorrow.”

“You hardly know me, and you’re already trying to get to my best friend,” he teases.

“It’s not like-”

“I know, I know,” he replies, “Doyoung… is a pain in my ass,” he laughs, “Seriously though, he’s an amazing friend. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s saved me more than a few times.”

“He seems like a good friend to you,” you say, yawning afterward.

“You already getting tired?” Taeyong teases again.

“A little. I still wanna talk, though.”

“We can keep talking. Fall asleep when you want to,” he offers.

You chat for a few more minutes before your eyelids get heavy. You’re not sure when you stopped responding to Taeyong or when you entirely fell asleep, but you felt happy and comfortable. It just seemed right to talk with him as if you’ve known each other forever.

“You bitch!” you wake up to your friend yelling in your ear, “You told me you didn’t have a crush on Taeyong!”

“H-huh?” you grumble, half asleep, “What are you talking about?”

“Explain this!” she enthuses, holding your phone up.

You were still on a call with the older kitty hybrid, clocking in at just over 10 hours. You don’t have anything you can say to your silver fox friend. That’s when you hear a noise similar to a purr mixed with a meow. Your younger friend smirks, and you give her a look to beg her not to do anything.

“Good morning, dearest cousin!” she chirps, “Did you sleep well?”

“What the fuck?” he groans.

You huff before snatching your phone from her hand. She makes a bark-like noise and flops down on her bed.

“Good morning, Taeyong,” you sigh, “Sorry I forgot to hang up last night.”

“No, no,” his voice is still laced with sleep, “I fell asleep not long after you. I should’ve hung up before I fell asleep.”

“O-okay, I’ll see you tonight at dinner, right?”

“Yeah, see you tonight.”

You hang up the call and see your younger friend already giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at her and flop back on your makeshift bed. You know she wants an explanation, and you simply don’t have one.

You go about your day without addressing the elephant in the room. You enjoy your time with her as you always do. Then dinner rolls around. You’re expecting Taeyong to treat you just like he does his cousin. When he walks through the door with his parents and another boy, you’re confused at first before you notice the greyish-brown rabbit ears on his head. They stand out against his dark hair, but you find it rather cute. You deduce that the other boy must be Doyoung, the rabbit friend Taeyong mentioned to you last night.

Another surprise follows the initial one of meeting Doyoung. Taeyong walks right up to you and stops meer steps from you.

“Can I give you a hug?” he asks.

“Y-yeah, you can,” you offer a shy smile.

Taeyong wraps his arms around you, and when you wrap your arms around him as well, you can hear a soft purr escape his throat. His tail swishes out of happiness, lightly hitting your calf occasionally. When he pulls away, you see a big, bright smile resting on his lips. You immediately feel a smile taking over your lips as well.

“Since when do you have a girlfriend?” you hear someone call.

“Shut up, Doyoung. It’s not like that.”

“You sure? I can smell you, you know.”

Taeyong fully releases you and drags his younger friend into another room. He likely assumes you’re out of earshot, but you’re not. Instead, you hear Taeyong scold his friend and tell him not to say anything about it. He had recently presented, you found out, and he still can’t fully control it at times.

The dinner is relatively uneventful. Between Taeyong’s mom and your friend’s mom bickering as any sister duo would - which is actually rather amusing to you, you and Taeyong share small glances throughout the meal. In turn, Doyoung gives his friend playfully disgusted looks whenever he does so, and your fox hybrid friend continually nudges you to give you a look that you choose not to decipher for the sake of your friendship. After you finish your dinner, you start to clean up your place. Taeyong isn’t far behind you. He hip-checks you lightly and offers you another shy smile.

“You wanna sit outside for a little bit? It’s really nice out, and the lightning bugs are beautiful at this time of night.” Taeyong asked, a little unsure.

“I’d love that,” you smile softly.

Your friend and Doyoung somehow disappeared into thin air when you turned around to see if they would be joining you. Something tells you they’re just watching some show in the living room with the adults, but you don’t bother trying to find them. You find yourself sitting on the back porch with Taeyong in silence for a few moments. It’s, again, a comfortable silence.

“You feel it too, right?” he asks.

When you look over at him, you can’t help but feel the air get stolen from your lungs. Even now, he looks gorgeous in just a plain hoodie and some jeans. The outdoor lighting strung across the porch beams make him look indescribable. He’s the most stunning and comforting person in the world.

“Feel what?” you ask, sliding closer to him on the couch on the porch.

“I don’t know,” he says, “Something between us just seems right.”

“Right meaning?”

“You wanna try dating?” he asks candidly.

“Trying to make sure I don’t get stolen away by your best friend?” you tease, nudging him before placing your head on his shoulder, “I like the idea of that.”

He laces your fingers together, “You still on spring break tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“How about a date then?”

“Who’s gonna drive me to our date?”

“I just started driving, so I can pick you up!”

You sit there for a few moments. It’s all so peaceful; the gentle sound of crickets and cicadas chirping are the only noises you hear. You didn’t think you’d get a boyfriend from the sleepover with your friend, but here you are.

Spring: Junior Year of High School

“Hey, baby! You still coming over today?” you ask over the phone.

“Yeah, I am,” Taeyong muses, “Jae asked me to drive him and his classmate to his house on the way.”

“Oh?” you ask, “Is it that Basenji he swears he hates?”

“Nosy, nosy,” your boyfriend teases.

“What?” you chuckle, “You know that boy is in love with her.”

“I know, I know,” he laughs back, “It is her, though. I can’t wait to see how it plays out.”

You’re lounging around your house waiting for Taeyong and, by proxy, Doyoung to get here. You’ve been texting back and forth with Doyoung. He’s always been your source of drama since you started dating his best friend. He told you how he swears that Jaehyun will start dating this girl by the end of the year, he even tried to make a bet, but you declined the offer.

You hear a knock at your front door, followed by your mother greeting the two guests. When you come downstairs, you already see the kitty and bunny hybrid standing in the entryway with your mom, sharing a few polite words. Upon noticing you, Taeyong drops his bag on the coat closet bench and slips past your mom and Doyoung to wrap you up in a hug and kiss the crown of your head.

“Sweetheart, I’m heading out for that board meeting. I’ll be back later, okay?” your mother hums.

“Okay, Mom, we’ll be okay here.”

“I know you will,” she smiles at you, and is out the door.

You and the two hybrid boys sit on the rug in your room. There’s a perfectly good small couch and a bed you can sit on, but somehow you all silently agree that the area rug was the most comfortable. You and Doyoung work on your homework for a shared class while Taeyong lets out different annoyed sounds across from you.

“You okay, kitty?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” he sighs.

“You don’t sound okay,” Doyoung points out, putting his pencil down.

“I’m checking my application statuses to universities,” he admits, “There’s only like two that haven’t responded yet, the two I most want to go to. It’s stressful.”

Your heart drops a little bit, hearing what he’s doing. He’s often said he wants to go abroad for his degree. It’s a significant worry in your mind. You scoot toward him, abandoning the history notebook. You place your head against his shoulder, looking at his laptop screen.

“That’s really far away,” you note.

“Which one?” Doyoung asks, looking at his textbook still.

“University of Southern California,” Taeyong responds, “It’s an excellent school for journalism.”

“That- that is really far. So you’re really set on going abroad for university, huh?” Doyoung reiterates with worry in his tone.

Taeyong looks away from his laptop to his friend, then drops his gaze down to you. He can read you both like books. He knows you’re both worried about him. To ease your worries, he leans the top of his laptop down, not entirely shutting it, kisses your head, and gives Doyoung a sympathetic look. Taeyong lets his tail rest against your leg, something he’s been doing that helps comfort you.

“I won’t be gone forever,” he reassures, “It’ll just be four years. If I even get accepted, that is.”

“Four years,” you sigh, “What does that mean for…”

You can’t finish your sentence, a weird heaviness settling in your chest, making it unable to speak anymore. Taeyong wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him until you can feel his kitty ear pressed against your head. Doyoung just sighs and shifts in his spot. None of you speak. The weight of the unknown future is suddenly on you, and you don’t know how to take it.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Plus, we don’t know if I’ll get into USC.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I don’t want to be a reason you didn’t go, though.” “You wouldn’t be-” he suddenly stops, his nostrils flaring. “Do you have any roses or rose-scented things in the house?” “No… why?”

“Doyoung…”

“What?” “We need to get you home. Now.”

You’ve never heard Taeyong speak to Doyoung in that tone before. Doyoung just honks at him, and for a moment, it seems that Taeyong is about to back down. But, instead, your boyfriend opens his laptop fully again and saves where he left off before grabbing his things and practically dragging Doyoung out of your room. You’re confused, but both hybrids seem to know what’s happening.

“You can be mad at me all you want, but you can’t be here right now,” Taeyong argues.

“I will not be taking orders from some strawberry-scented omega,” Doyoung bites.

Taeyong nearly gives in again but holds his ground.

“He’s presenting,” your boyfriend explains, “and he’s definitely an alpha. I need to get him back to his house before he triggers my heat.”

“What about-”

“I know, my love, we’ll discuss it later. I seriously need to get him home, though. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile softly, “Call me when you get home, okay?” “Okay,” he smiles.

He shoves Doyoung out the door while carrying all of their things. You watch as they drive away. Taeyong probably isn’t obeying the speed limit, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

A pit settles in your stomach; even though you know it’ll all work out in the end, it’s scary. You knew walking into this relationship that Taeyong would graduate, go to uni, and do most milestone things before you. But now, with reality catching up to you, it’s terrifying. You’ve already applied to the universities you want to attend. You and Doyoung did it together since you want to go into the same field of study. But hearing how determined your boyfriend of two years was, saying he wants to go abroad for university, makes you feel uneasy. You have older friends who warned you about the curse of relationships slipping through the cracks when university years roll around. Your relationship with Taeyong was stable even in just two years of dating, but the worry still exists in your mind.

Back in your room, you did your work without Doyoung’s (very needed) help. With nothing more to occupy your mind, you’re just pacing around your home with your mind wandering any place it so chooses. It floats everywhere. From what your younger fox friend has been up to. She got into a prodigious high school for music and has been thriving. Jaehyun has grown a lot in the time that you’ve known him. You first met when Taeyong and Doyoung introduced you to him. It was utterly accidental too. They had to pick Jaehyun up from a practice game because his parents were away, and he forgot to arrange a ride home. When you first met, he was barely taller than you. Now, he is quite a bit taller than you. You didn’t think someone could grow so much physically in a year and a half, but Jaehyun seemed to prove you wrong.

Then from there, your mind wanders off to your best friend. Taeyong told you that you would click well the first night you talked with Doyoung; he had been right about that. When you first got the chance to get to know him properly, you became two peas in a pod. Sometimes, that bond would be at Taeyong’s expense. You two tended to gang up on him. Doyoung quickly became your second shoulder to lean on, just the right amount of support and giving you the harsh truth when needed. Taeyong, of course, is your central support system, and you appreciate him for that. When he can’t be, though, Doyoung is the first person you go to. Sometimes, you think that if you hadn’t started dating Taeyong, you would’ve probably dated Doyoung. You don’t dwell on that thought much since you were utterly in love with Taeyong, and you don’t tell either of the boys either.

That’s when your mind lands on your boyfriend again. You didn’t know you could love someone so much until you met him. It seems naïve coming from a seventeen-year-old, but it makes sense to you. You’ve watched classmates cycle through partners as if it’s nothing. That’s something you couldn’t imagine doing, though. The relationship you have with Taeyong is something indescribable. That’s why the prospects of the future scare you so much. Nothing’s set in stone, though. No matter how strong this bond might be with the potential of being across the world from him. You have hope but also know the reality of the situation. He’ll be studying almost all the time, and there will be a sixteen-hour difference with you ahead of him.

Your mind starts going down the dangerous black hole of ‘what ifs’ about the situation, which ruins your mood. Curling up on the couch, playing with the corner of a throw pillow, you let your mind run. You’ll likely be the only one home for a while. Your mom typically stays at the board meetings for her company pretty late to help extra and clean up. Dad is on another business trip, so he won’t return home.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at your front door. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and you look through the peephole in the door to see who it is. It’s Taeyong, a very excited one at that. His tail is flicking back and forth, his already sparkly eyes are sparkling even more, and his fluffy grey ears jut in different directions, constantly listening to everything around him.

You unlock the door and let him in. Before you can even get any words of greeting out, you’re wrapped up in a tight hug. Chuckling lightly, you hug Taeyong back and scratch the base of his kitty ear. He releases a purr and squeezes you impossibly tighter. Then, you process the sound of paper crinkling slightly. Finally, you pull back in his hold slightly.

“What’s that?” you ask with a wide smile.

“I was so excited that I didn’t get to let you know I got home. I opened it and immediately drove over here to tell you! Here, you read it!”

He releases you from the hug and hands you the paper. You unfold the letter, and it’s an official-looking one, and it’s in English. You’re doing well in your English class, but you can only pick out some parts of the letter due to its formality. Despite the struggle, you see the words ‘congratulations’ and ‘accepted’ at the beginning of the letter. Your heart pounds out of your chest when your eyes dart to the upper left corner, and you see the university’s emblem that you saw on the website Taeyong was looking at earlier, and you realize what it is. It’s an acceptance letter from the University of Southern California.

“I did it!” he practically bounces in his place, “I got in!”

“I- I’m so happy for you, kitty,” you smile, still processing it all, “Have you decided to go there, or are you still thinking about Kyunhee University too?”

“I wanted to go to USC the most out of all the places I applied to. I’m pretty set on going there. Why? Is everything okay?”

His eyes soften, and his ears and tail still show how attentive he is to your unsure state. You fold the letter shut like how you have received it. Then, handing it back to him, you nod.

“I’m excited for you. I really am. I’m scared, too, though, honestly. You’ll be so far away, and I’ve heard so many horrible outcomes for long distance from my classmates about breakups during university and-”

“Hey, listen to me,” he requests softly, gently cupping your face, “We still have another two and a half months before I need to move over there. So we’ll talk all the logistics out until then. Deal?”

You nod, “Deal.”

“I love you so much. I always will, even if-” he sighs, “Even if we need to take a break while I’m getting my degree. I’ll always come back to you.”

“I don’t want to do that,” you respond, pulling him into a hug.

He hugs you back and sighs again, “I know, baby. But if that’s healthiest for both of us, we need to think that way. As shitty as that sounds.”

High School: Summer before Senior Year

It’s mid-July when you find yourself in Taeyong’s home, helping him finish packing. You’re not as affectionate with him today, and you know he notices it. Usually, you’re attached to his hip, but today you’re on the opposite side of his room, packing an entirely different box for him. You seal the box with packing tape and pick it up to carry outside. Just as you’re about to leave the room, you feel Taeyong place a hand on your hip. His touch makes you freeze but don’t turn around to look at him. You don’t have to look at him to know he’s giving you a concerned look. He lets out a sigh before speaking.

“I know this is hard on you,” he admits, “It’s hard on me too. Please don’t take this out on me.”

You jerk out of his hold, “I’m not taking anything out on anyone.”

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, “I don’t want to argue with you right before I leave for university.”

“So don’t,” you state bluntly.

Not giving him a chance to argue, you start walking out of his family home and toward his car to put the box in it. Taeyong isn’t far behind you. You place the box in the trunk and turn to see him with his ears droopy and his tail not swishing happily like it typically is. Instead, he’s giving you a concerned look. It’s the same look he gave you when he first told you about his acceptance letter to USC. You know it’s selfish to want to keep him here in Korea with you, but you want that more than anything. It feels like he’s leaving you here while he’s off to have fun in a foreign country. He claims he’ll return after getting his degree, but four years is a long time to be away from your boyfriend, even with visits during his summer breaks. He puts his box down beside the one you carried in the car. Not ready to face him when your emotions are in such turmoil, you look away from him and try to skirt around him to retrieve another box.

“Look at me,” he requests, holding onto your shoulder gently.

“What do you need, Taeyong? We need to finish packing your car. You leave in the morning.”

“You’re mad at me. I know you are,” he admits, “What can I do to fix whatever’s wrong?”

“It’s not worth it, Taeyong. Let me get another box. You won’t be packed at this rate.”

Again you try to walk away, but he stops you again. This time, he grips your arm tighter than he had just held your shoulder. Finally, you hear him sniffle quietly, and that’s when you feel your heart drop. Not many times during your relationship have you seen Taeyong cry due to being upset.

“This isn’t a per- permanent thing. You know that right?” he tries to hold tears back.

“Taeyong,” you sigh, trying not to cry, “How will we survive this? I’ll be going off to uni next year. Between time difference and both of us in uni-”

You meet his eyes again and burst into tears. Taeyong pulls you to his chest and strokes your hair as you sob. Neither of you says anything for a few minutes. You know he’s crying, too, due to the uneven breathing beneath you. He has his cheek pressed against your head now, holding onto you as if he’ll never get to hold you again. Something isn’t right between you; unfortunately, you think you know what will come.

“C-can you look at me?” he requests quietly.

You pull your head away from his chest and look at his glassy, slightly red eyes. His ears are now pressed against his hair. They would’ve blended into his white hair if the fur of his ears didn’t have the grey bits to it. You’re trying so hard not to burst into tears again, seeing how worried he is despite being just as upset as you are.

“I-” you interrupt yourself with a sniffle, “I know what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking, my love?” he asks, worry laced through his tone.

“It’ll be better for us in the long run to take a break.”

“Is that what you feel?” he asks.

He lets go of you entirely and takes a step back. Suddenly the tiny space between you feels a mile wide. You wrap your arms around yourself tightly and look down at the ground, trying to compose yourself. Instead, you find yourself picking at the sides of your fingers to somehow calm yourself. It doesn’t work well.

“Taeyong,” you sigh, “you’re thinking it too. If it’s hard just packing, how will we deal with a sixteen-hour time difference?”

“If that-” he looks away, trying to hold his tears, “If that’s what you want. We’ll take a break.”

“Is that it? We’re just going to drop everything here?” you can’t help but let hurt invade your voice.

“We aren’t dropping anything,” he frowns, “We’re just- we’re putting things on pause until I get home.”

You meet his eyes again and give him a tight-lipped smile. You don’t know what you expected. You told him a break was what needed to happen. Maybe you wanted him to fight for your relationship more, to try to hold on a little tighter. That wasn’t happening, though. You nod at him. An awkward tension fills the space between you.

“I- I guess I’ll be off then,” you sigh.

“Y/n,” he reaches out and squeezes your hand, “I’m not leaving you behind. I’m gonna come back for you, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll- I’ll just let you finish packing up. Keep in touch, okay?”

He nods, and with that, you walk to your car and start on your way home. Only now, you’re a single woman. You think for a while as you drive. Your mind wanders all over the place, and before you realize it, you’re not even going to your home anymore. You had subconsciously started making your way to Doyoung’s home. After weighing your options, you decided to just stay on this route and visit your best friend. There’s no point in bothering him with a call. More likely than not, he’s prepping for your last year of high school.

You pull up to his house and see his older brother about to get in his car. You know Gongmyun enough, but you need more of a relationship to stop and talk, so you opt just to wave at him and continue on your way to the door. His mom is already opening the door before you can climb the porch steps. The brightly smiling bunny hybrid pulls you into a warm hug. It’s nothing new for her to hug you, but she’s never embraced you so tightly.

“I know you needed that,” she comments when she pulls out of the hug, “You don’t need to tell me what’s wrong. I’m sure Doyoung is about to get an earful of that,” she smiles at you.

“Thanks,” you sigh, fighting against the tears welling up again. “I’ll probably stick around for dinner, too, if that’s okay. My parents are working night shifts again, and being home doesn’t feel-”

She smiles softly and squeezes your shoulder, “Enough of that. You’re always welcome here. Now, go rant, scream, cry, whatever you need. He’s up in his room.”

She jerks her head towards the stairs and gives you one last comforting smile. You pass by the wall of family pictures they have on the stairwell. Seeing how much love and comfort resides in these walls is always heartwarming. The only other place you feel more comfortable is Taeyong’s home. Well, it was, at least.

As suspected, Doyoung is hunched over his desk, looking at an essay he needs to write for the advanced literature class he opted to take. His ear twitches towards you, and he looks at your dejected facial expression. Then, without a word, he stands up and wraps his arms around you in a hug. You practically melt into his hold. You didn’t even realize you needed a hug from him until it was already happening. Sobs start to fall from your lips as tears soak his shirt. Still, he hasn’t said a word. Standing there, he lets you cry on him as long as you need. You’re unsure how much time passes, but you eventually feel your sobs slow until they simmer to a sniffle. When you pull back, you notice a rather large wet spot on his shirt from where you had been crying on him.

You wipe your eyes, “Sorry about that.” Your voice comes out rather meek.

He shakes his head at you, “I’ll just change it. What happened that you came crying to me instead of Yongie?”

“Oh… um…”

“Do I need to go beat his ass?” Doyoung asks with a sharper tone.

You shake your head and sit on his bed while he goes to his closet to find another shirt. You’re accustomed to him and Taeyong shamelessly changing their clothes (the upper half) in front of you. Nothing could make you uncomfortable at this point in your friendship. Doyoung’s large beige ears are upright. His head turned so he could listen to whatever you needed to tell him. When you remain quiet, he turns to you with a clean shirt on and gives you a puzzled yet concerned look. Then, he sits beside you and fixates his eyes on you.

“Y/n, tell me what’s going on,” he says softly, “Something’s off right now.”

“We broke up,” you respond in a shaky voice.

“When? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“You would’ve heard it from one of us eventually,” you sigh, “Just now, I drove straight here after it all.”

He doesn’t press any further. He hugs you again. You end up sitting on his bed, semi-cuddling while talking about anything that comes to your mind. You know he’s distracting you from everything, but you don’t plan to stop him soon, either. Even after a delicious dinner, his mom makes for the family (plus you), you end up staying longer and hanging out with him. It’s nice to know that even though breaking up with his best friend earlier in the day, you still have Doyoung to rely on through it all.

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