Never seen you like this before
Threesome: Heechul / Hyukjae / Jinri
Fandom: mixed KPop
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: threesome, underage sex, hints of bdsm and breathplay
Genre: AU, pwp
AN: this is the first time I've written something that hardcore. I'm having a hard time believing it myself. :///
“I’ve never seen you with a woman,” Hyukjae says absentmindedly.
The remark comes to his mind after seeing Jia rub her body all over their apartment like one of Heechul’s cats. It makes the possessive side of him kick in, awkward and antsy, twitching to shove her off Heechul’s knee.
“I mean,” Hyukjae amends when all Heechul does is raise an eyebrow. “I know you’ve been with women. I just- I’ve never seen you with one.”
Jia smirks at him, stretching her toes, and Heechul smiles:
“Would you like to?”
“…yeah,” Hyukjae eventually admits. “Yes, I would.”
He’s wondered what it would be like to see Heechul with a girl, sometimes, when Heechul fucks him and it’s rough and would it be rougher? Or when he’s just moving slowly inside of him and Hyukjae feels tears of pleasure and love and abandon rolling down his temples, and his legs are clamped tight around Heechul’s waist - would it be sweeter?
The corners of Jia’s mouth seem endless as her smirk stretches and stretches and she lets herself slip off Heechul’s knee to slide up to Hyukjae, wrapping her bony arms around his neck.
“I could do it,” she offers.
“No,” Hyukjae chokes immediately. “I- no, it can’t be you, I don’t, you-”
Her nails dig slightly in the skin of his neck. Hyukjae trembles. He dislikes this kind of attention, doesn’t know what to make of it. The contact of peaked nipples under Jia’s flimsy shirt, pressed against his back and the bony hardness of her body - he doesn’t want that. Hyukjae likes gentle people. Kim Junsu in primary school, and Kim Hyoyeon in middle school, and Lee Donghae in high school. They all had soft smiles and welcoming arms and he felt good with them.
Jia unsettles him. Jia is one of Heechul’s favorite because she’s so similar to him but she only makes it more striking that his and Hyukjae’s match couldn’t be more far-fetched, like Heechul decided to say fuck to logic and his own preferences, and picked Hyukjae amongst the crowd of people who’d have been so much better fitted to him: witty and snarky and mesmerizing people.
Instead he met Hyukjae and when he says the story, it’s always the same. I hated you because I fell in love so it was only fair that you’d fall too.
So Hyukjae fell and like a moth he burned his powdery wings to the blinding burning cruelty of Heechul, pinned himself to his sharp beauty and regretted it every single day, couldn’t live without him, though.
He wants to say all of this to Heechul but it stays stuck in his throat and instead he looks, helpless, and the feeling of Jia’s fingers trailing up his neck is cold and frightening.
“Baby,” Heechul says sweetly, and he’s not talking to him because Hyukjae never gets the pet names. “Baby, stop, I don’t like you doing that.”
Jia slams the door when she leaves but Hyukjae doesn’t hear it because Heechul is slipping endearments in his ear while his hands tug Hyukjae’s clothes off his body.
They don’t mention it again, until one night when they’re at a club and Hyukjae has danced until his body felt numb enough, and now he’s resting against Heechul, leaning against him with all of his weight. Heechul is stroking his shoulder, collarbone, neck, with his long pale hands; suddenly the pressure on Hyukjae’s throat increases ever so slightly and there’s a whisper in his ear:
“Pick one.”
He rejects the small tomboy with the bright grin, and the gorgeous long-haired beauty, and all those women who are so overwhelmingly gorgeous.
“How about this one?” Heechul offers. A slight thing with a pretty face and thin limbs. Hyukjae feels tremors of panic:
“She’s barely legal!”
Heechul’s fingers tighten in warning.
“She’ll do, won’t she? Look at her. She’s very pretty. I want to fuck her. Do you want me to fuck her?”
Hyukjae whimpers, and nods.
“Jia.” Heechul motions to her. He used to fuck girls and boys, indiscriminately if they were pretty, and sometimes he kept them around. Jia is one of them. There are also Hankyung with the soft voice, and Zhou Mi with the endless legs, and Hongki and Jungmo, and a lot of others.
Hyukjae doesn’t mind because Heechul picked him amongst the universe’s population to be his.
The woman is so frighteningly young, but she smiles confidently and sitting in the backseat of the cab her small hand lands on Heechul’s knee; Hyukjae’s breath catches in his throat.
Heechul says nothing during the car ride but he plays with her fingers: tiny hands and lacquered nails - Hyukjae’s nails are bitten short and his skin is dry. With every bump on the road, his thigh presses against the girl’s - she didn’t give him her name - and he thinks he can feel the skin that’s hidden underneath her tights.
It’s a bit sexy.
It’s been a long time since he found himself aroused by a girl but looking at Heechul’s profile framed by the blinking city night lights, Hyukjae thinks it’s not so unexpected after all.
Heechul helps the young woman get down from the car; she does some sort of complicated, graceful movement of legs that show offs the elegant shape of her high-heeled shoe and the sensual curve of her shin.
When they walk into the entrance hall of the building and to elevator, her arm is linked with Heechul’s but she lets her fingers lightly rest on Hyukjae.
He finds that he likes her, in the mirror reflection. He likes the way she seems to fit in between him and Heechul. He’s not really attracted to her but he can’t deny that from an artistic perspective, she’s stunning and makes them stunning.
He wants to see Heechul fuck her because it will be beautiful.
She has to stand on tiptoes to kiss properly, her mouth opening to Heechul’s tongue and Hyukjae takes one step back, two, until his back hits the wall. He watches her lips moves as she talks and helplessly wants to touch, painfully knows he can’t.
“Isn’t he-”
“No. Kiss me, sweetheart. Come on.”
So that’s it, Hyukjae discovers, Heechul is gentle and reverent, and his fingers that can be so strong are soft when they stroke down her body, the pretty pale combination of curves motioned by desire and pleasure. Hyukjae watches the fluttering of her eyelids when Heechul kisses her before he pushes into her for the first time, like twin butterflies dying on her perfect face. He watches the lines of Heechul’s back from behind, the strangely architectural display of his curved spine.
He wants, so fucking badly.
They kiss again when they come and her exquisite fingers are tangled in Heechul’s hair; Hyukjae sobs in a breath, unable to move until Heechul gets up, sex wet and limp between his legs, walks up to him and kisses him, strong, with his hands that grip Hyukjae’s chin tightly.
“Come to bed,” he orders.
Hyukjae gets pushed down and feels himself sink into pleasure, when Heechul sucks on him with the obvious purpose to make him come, and the pretty young thing leans over him and strokes his hair with her tiny hands. Hyukjae wants to touch her breasts. They’re round and white, like a pair of pretty bread rolls.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers to her with his sex is swallowed whole by Heechul’s mouth. “So beautiful.”
She kisses him and he thinks he can recognize the taste, and under his fingertips her nipples pebbles; she moans into his mouth just as Hyukjae comes into Heechul’s.
He wakes up against her and frowns at the lines of bruises cascading down her sides to the curve of her hip. Heechul is gloriously naked, and never cold, and Hyukjae wants to make goosebumps rise on his skin.
Instead he gets up and walks to the kitchen, makes water boil and sets teacups on the table.
“Good morning,” he hears behind him.
Even her voice is charming. The way she detaches the syllables, the way she curves her lips around the words.
“Hello,” Hyukjae answers. “Do you want some tea?”
She smiles at him; it feels like the world suddenly decided to make sense, and then not anymore.
She tells him she’s seventeen over her cup of steaming tea. Hyukjae stares at her.
“It was my first time,” she adds with a quirk of the mouth.
“And you- like this? Randomly?”
She laughs.
“I’ve been in love with him for so long,” she says.
He understands now why he found her so pretty in the mirror.
“Do you need a drive somewhere?”
“Ah, that would be nice. I have an early class.”
Jinri kisses his mouth when Hyukjae drops her off.
When he drives back home he thinks of Heechul and of the overwhelming love he feels for him.
Fandom: mixed KPop
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: threesome, underage sex, hints of bdsm and breathplay
Genre: AU, pwp
AN: this is the first time I've written something that hardcore. I'm having a hard time believing it myself. :///
“I’ve never seen you with a woman,” Hyukjae says absentmindedly.
The remark comes to his mind after seeing Jia rub her body all over their apartment like one of Heechul’s cats. It makes the possessive side of him kick in, awkward and antsy, twitching to shove her off Heechul’s knee.
“I mean,” Hyukjae amends when all Heechul does is raise an eyebrow. “I know you’ve been with women. I just- I’ve never seen you with one.”
Jia smirks at him, stretching her toes, and Heechul smiles:
“Would you like to?”
“…yeah,” Hyukjae eventually admits. “Yes, I would.”
He’s wondered what it would be like to see Heechul with a girl, sometimes, when Heechul fucks him and it’s rough and would it be rougher? Or when he’s just moving slowly inside of him and Hyukjae feels tears of pleasure and love and abandon rolling down his temples, and his legs are clamped tight around Heechul’s waist - would it be sweeter?
The corners of Jia’s mouth seem endless as her smirk stretches and stretches and she lets herself slip off Heechul’s knee to slide up to Hyukjae, wrapping her bony arms around his neck.
“I could do it,” she offers.
“No,” Hyukjae chokes immediately. “I- no, it can’t be you, I don’t, you-”
Her nails dig slightly in the skin of his neck. Hyukjae trembles. He dislikes this kind of attention, doesn’t know what to make of it. The contact of peaked nipples under Jia’s flimsy shirt, pressed against his back and the bony hardness of her body - he doesn’t want that. Hyukjae likes gentle people. Kim Junsu in primary school, and Kim Hyoyeon in middle school, and Lee Donghae in high school. They all had soft smiles and welcoming arms and he felt good with them.
Jia unsettles him. Jia is one of Heechul’s favorite because she’s so similar to him but she only makes it more striking that his and Hyukjae’s match couldn’t be more far-fetched, like Heechul decided to say fuck to logic and his own preferences, and picked Hyukjae amongst the crowd of people who’d have been so much better fitted to him: witty and snarky and mesmerizing people.
Instead he met Hyukjae and when he says the story, it’s always the same. I hated you because I fell in love so it was only fair that you’d fall too.
So Hyukjae fell and like a moth he burned his powdery wings to the blinding burning cruelty of Heechul, pinned himself to his sharp beauty and regretted it every single day, couldn’t live without him, though.
He wants to say all of this to Heechul but it stays stuck in his throat and instead he looks, helpless, and the feeling of Jia’s fingers trailing up his neck is cold and frightening.
“Baby,” Heechul says sweetly, and he’s not talking to him because Hyukjae never gets the pet names. “Baby, stop, I don’t like you doing that.”
Jia slams the door when she leaves but Hyukjae doesn’t hear it because Heechul is slipping endearments in his ear while his hands tug Hyukjae’s clothes off his body.
They don’t mention it again, until one night when they’re at a club and Hyukjae has danced until his body felt numb enough, and now he’s resting against Heechul, leaning against him with all of his weight. Heechul is stroking his shoulder, collarbone, neck, with his long pale hands; suddenly the pressure on Hyukjae’s throat increases ever so slightly and there’s a whisper in his ear:
“Pick one.”
He rejects the small tomboy with the bright grin, and the gorgeous long-haired beauty, and all those women who are so overwhelmingly gorgeous.
“How about this one?” Heechul offers. A slight thing with a pretty face and thin limbs. Hyukjae feels tremors of panic:
“She’s barely legal!”
Heechul’s fingers tighten in warning.
“She’ll do, won’t she? Look at her. She’s very pretty. I want to fuck her. Do you want me to fuck her?”
Hyukjae whimpers, and nods.
“Jia.” Heechul motions to her. He used to fuck girls and boys, indiscriminately if they were pretty, and sometimes he kept them around. Jia is one of them. There are also Hankyung with the soft voice, and Zhou Mi with the endless legs, and Hongki and Jungmo, and a lot of others.
Hyukjae doesn’t mind because Heechul picked him amongst the universe’s population to be his.
The woman is so frighteningly young, but she smiles confidently and sitting in the backseat of the cab her small hand lands on Heechul’s knee; Hyukjae’s breath catches in his throat.
Heechul says nothing during the car ride but he plays with her fingers: tiny hands and lacquered nails - Hyukjae’s nails are bitten short and his skin is dry. With every bump on the road, his thigh presses against the girl’s - she didn’t give him her name - and he thinks he can feel the skin that’s hidden underneath her tights.
It’s a bit sexy.
It’s been a long time since he found himself aroused by a girl but looking at Heechul’s profile framed by the blinking city night lights, Hyukjae thinks it’s not so unexpected after all.
Heechul helps the young woman get down from the car; she does some sort of complicated, graceful movement of legs that show offs the elegant shape of her high-heeled shoe and the sensual curve of her shin.
When they walk into the entrance hall of the building and to elevator, her arm is linked with Heechul’s but she lets her fingers lightly rest on Hyukjae.
He finds that he likes her, in the mirror reflection. He likes the way she seems to fit in between him and Heechul. He’s not really attracted to her but he can’t deny that from an artistic perspective, she’s stunning and makes them stunning.
He wants to see Heechul fuck her because it will be beautiful.
She has to stand on tiptoes to kiss properly, her mouth opening to Heechul’s tongue and Hyukjae takes one step back, two, until his back hits the wall. He watches her lips moves as she talks and helplessly wants to touch, painfully knows he can’t.
“Isn’t he-”
“No. Kiss me, sweetheart. Come on.”
So that’s it, Hyukjae discovers, Heechul is gentle and reverent, and his fingers that can be so strong are soft when they stroke down her body, the pretty pale combination of curves motioned by desire and pleasure. Hyukjae watches the fluttering of her eyelids when Heechul kisses her before he pushes into her for the first time, like twin butterflies dying on her perfect face. He watches the lines of Heechul’s back from behind, the strangely architectural display of his curved spine.
He wants, so fucking badly.
They kiss again when they come and her exquisite fingers are tangled in Heechul’s hair; Hyukjae sobs in a breath, unable to move until Heechul gets up, sex wet and limp between his legs, walks up to him and kisses him, strong, with his hands that grip Hyukjae’s chin tightly.
“Come to bed,” he orders.
Hyukjae gets pushed down and feels himself sink into pleasure, when Heechul sucks on him with the obvious purpose to make him come, and the pretty young thing leans over him and strokes his hair with her tiny hands. Hyukjae wants to touch her breasts. They’re round and white, like a pair of pretty bread rolls.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers to her with his sex is swallowed whole by Heechul’s mouth. “So beautiful.”
She kisses him and he thinks he can recognize the taste, and under his fingertips her nipples pebbles; she moans into his mouth just as Hyukjae comes into Heechul’s.
He wakes up against her and frowns at the lines of bruises cascading down her sides to the curve of her hip. Heechul is gloriously naked, and never cold, and Hyukjae wants to make goosebumps rise on his skin.
Instead he gets up and walks to the kitchen, makes water boil and sets teacups on the table.
“Good morning,” he hears behind him.
Even her voice is charming. The way she detaches the syllables, the way she curves her lips around the words.
“Hello,” Hyukjae answers. “Do you want some tea?”
She smiles at him; it feels like the world suddenly decided to make sense, and then not anymore.
She tells him she’s seventeen over her cup of steaming tea. Hyukjae stares at her.
“It was my first time,” she adds with a quirk of the mouth.
“And you- like this? Randomly?”
She laughs.
“I’ve been in love with him for so long,” she says.
He understands now why he found her so pretty in the mirror.
“Do you need a drive somewhere?”
“Ah, that would be nice. I have an early class.”
Jinri kisses his mouth when Hyukjae drops her off.
When he drives back home he thinks of Heechul and of the overwhelming love he feels for him.