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“Christina!”

Chris sighs almost immediately, annoyed, but she turns nonetheless, intentional in the deadpan stare she levels at Felicity.

“What.” Chris says, and Felicity’s face scrunches in her signature angry kitten look.

“You’re getting dressed.” Felicity insists, pointing at her with about as much menace as a baby bird. “You’re getting dressed and you are coming to this party with me whether you like it or not.”

Chris sighs. “Lix, I already told you; exams are next week, and I can’t –”

“Everyone has exams next week!” Felicity exclaims. She marches over to Christina’s desk, wrapping her little hands around her forearm and tugging. “It’s midterms, no one cares about midterms, and you’re so smart you’re going to ace them all anyway! It’s one party, it’s going to be fun!”

Christina’s idea of fun and Felicity’s idea of fun are notably two very different things, and Felicity knows this, which is why Chris can’t understand why her best friend is pushing this so hard.

Chris narrows her eyes at Felicity, takes in her makeup and outfit, and frowns when it clicks. “Minho’s going to be there, isn’t he?”

Felicity stops pulling, faltering, her entire expression suddenly blank before she tugs on Chris’ arm again. “No, what? What are you talking about?”

“Fine, then is Peter going to be there?”

Felicity frowns. “You know he goes by Jisung.”

Chris rolls her eyes – it’s a newer development Felicity’s been working on, trying to work her way into Minho and Jisung’s relationship as their third. Both men absolutely adore Felicity, that much is painfully obvious, and as far as Christina knows, Minho and Jisung are both pansexual, so really, it’s not an issue for Felicity at all, but she seems to be convinced that this is some herculean feat.

Chris sighs, tugging her arm free from Felicity’s weak attempts and turning back to her desk. “Lix, if Hyunjin’s going to this party then she can be your wing-woman. I don’t get why you need me to help –”

“Changbin’s going to be there too.”

Christina does not react to that. At least, not externally. Internally, she’s screaming.

She can feel Felicity’s narrowed and burning gaze against her back but pretends like her biochemistry notes are much more interesting.

“Christina Chanee Bahng, you are going to this party with me, or else I’m telling Changbin straight out that you’ve been in love with him for like –”

Chris whips around, eyes narrowed to threatening slits. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Felicity grins, the picture of evil. “I would. I’ll even tell him about the new dildo you just bought because you think it’s probably the same size as his dick and –”

Christina reaches out, grabbing the closest thing she can find, which is unfortunately, a soft stress ball, but lobs it at Felicity all the same. It barely grazes her shoulder, the throw arching wide in her overzealous attempt to maim her best friend.

Felicity reaches for the outfit she laid out for her over forty-five minutes ago, before she’d locked herself in their bathroom and did her hair and makeup, balling the miniskirt in her fist and throwing it back at Chris.

It, unfortunately, hits Christina square in the face.

“Put that outfit on you ungrateful brat and then come into the bathroom so I can make us look like slutty twins.”

~

The second Felicity and Christina step into the ridiculously warm frat house, Chris already wants to turn around and go home.

Felicity has them in matching outfits again, a combination of miniskirts, crop tops, frilly ankle socks and platform Mary Janes, except Felicity is in white and Christina is in black. Felicity’s blonde hair has been pulled back into a ponytail with a bow, and Christina’s curls have been straightened to perfection thanks to Felicity’s expertise.

There’s a group of boys, most likely from the frat the hosting the party, who immediately stare at the two of them. Felicity tightens her grip around Christina’s hand, sending the group a roll of her eyes as she tugs them through the house to find their friends.

Seungmin and Hyunjin are already making out, Jeongin pressed against Seungmin’s back as he watches the two girls go at it. Chris notes they’re being less obnoxious about it compared to their normal behavior, but still follows Felicity’s lead.

She wraps her arm around Hyunjin from behind while Felicity tugs on Seungmin’s ponytail, both of them gently untangling them from one another while Jeongin pouts.

Hyunjin blinks herself into awareness, and when she recognizes Christina, she smiles, squealing in delight as her arms fling themselves around Christina’s neck, pulling her into a tight hug.

“You look hot as fuck!” Hyunjin cheers, jumping up and down. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“And you’re already drunk,” Chris teases, but hugs her back all the same. When Hyunjin releases her, Chris thumbs at the mess of lip gloss at the corner of her mouth.

Hyunjin pretends to bite her finger in retaliation, then turns them towards their group of friends. Seungmin and Felicity are smiling, as is Jeongin, who is resting his elbow on Felicity’s head.

“Your older brother’s here,” Jeongin says to Christina. “He’s with his boyfriend though.”

Chris rolls her eyes – she expects nothing less from Jay at this point, though it would be nice to see JP. It has been a little bit since they’ve talked shit about Jay together just to keep their sanity intact.

“Changbin’s also here,” Seungmin adds. “He’s with Minho and Jisung out back, I think.” She directs the last part of the statement to Felicity, who smirks.

“Perfect,” Felicity says, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. “The chess board is set, then.”

Hyunjin snickers, squeezing Christina’s waist. “Is tonight the night, then? You two finally making your moves?”

“No,” Christina blurts out.

At the same time, Felicity says “Yes!”

Christina glares at her best friend. “It’s not happening.”

“It’s happening,” Felicity insists. “Neither of us will be occupying our dorm tonight if I have anything to say about it. I will be collecting you in the morning from their apartment so we can do the walk of shame together.”

Christina opens her mouth to argue, but then Jaebeom and JP round the corner, and she flings herself out of Hyunjin’s arms and into JP’s excited embrace.

“Chrissy!” JP exclaims, twirling her around.

Jay grumbles. “Jinyoung-ah, put her down.”

“Hi, Jaebeom oppa,” Felicity says sweetly. Christina recognizes that tone all too well. Jay’s always believed Felicity’s some innocent angel, and Christina’s never bothered to tell him the truth, lest he snitch to their parents and have Felicity never be allowed in their house ever again.

“Hi Lix,” Jay says, a polite smile on his face. When Christina’s back on her feet, he pointedly tugs JP back to his side, staring down at Chris.  “Stay out of trouble tonight, please? I don’t want to have to rescue any of you.”

Christina scoffs. “We have literally never asked you for a rescue.”

“Don’t let this be the night you start, either.” Her brother warns.

“Changbin’s here too,” JP tells her, giving her a look that Jay can’t see. Other than her friends, JP’s the only one who knows about her feelings for him. If Jay found out, he’d throw a tantrum big enough to be seen from Neptune. “He can help if you need him.”

“Try not to need him either, though. If you can help it.” Jaebeom says, and then he’s patting her shoulder in his usual, wordless ‘but seriously though, find me if you need anything’ way, tugging JP further into the house.

“Well,” Felicity smiles. “Now that the parents are gone, shall we?” She tugs Christina’s hand without another word, dragging her into the living room, their friends hot on their heels.

~

A couple of hours later, Christina’s had a cup and a half of jungle juice but is still only pleasantly tipsy. It’s what she gets, she supposes, since Jay and JP taught her and Felicity how to hold their liquor. Being heavyweights in drinking normally comes in handy, but tonight, there was a part of Chris that wanted to be able to let go, to just have fun the way everyone else seemed to be able to.

She and Felicity have been dancing together for most of the night, mostly because Minho and Jisung have plastered themselves together on a couch nearby, content to watch Felicity have her fun. As far as Christina is concerned, they’re being little perverts about it, but that’s the kind of thing that Felicity likes anyway, and she seems to be enjoying their attention regardless.

Christina supposes she can’t complain, given that Changbin is sitting right next to them, his eyes solely on her.

She shivers when she chances a glance in his direction, finds him still staring at her.

If you ask her, she’s not really sure when she started to develop feelings for Changbin. He’s always been around, being one of Jay’s best friends, so she’s been used to his presence in her life for quite some time, the same as Felicity.

Christina’s always had a bit of a puppy crush on him, but it didn’t become something more until recently. She thinks it was the summer before she turned nineteen. She and Felicity had gone bikini shopping and had been trying them on in her room when she’d gotten the sense that they were being watched.

Well, not they, necessarily, since she was the only one changing at that time. She had turned towards the door, which was cracked open instead of closed, like she thought she’d left it, but instead of finding anyone there, all she saw was Changbin’s frame walk completely past her bedroom door, not even sparing a glance to where she stood in just her bikini bottoms with her tits out.

She considered how it made her feel – the idea of someone like Changbin seeing her like that – and found she didn’t really mind or care. In fact, it excited her.

It hadn’t gone further than that until she and Felicity started university, until she saw the bulk Changbin had put on in just a single year away and became increasingly and uncomfortably aware of how every time she saw him after that she could feel her pulse in her cunt.

There was a pause in her attraction to Changbin, with her ex, but the second they broke up, Changbin was suddenly at her side, playing the protective role that came with being her older brother’s best friend. Christina found fer feelings returning tenfold, often catching herself thinking about him more than what was probably considered appropriate.

To have his eyes on her like this now is...overwhelming.

She can’t look in his direction for too long, can’t deal with the way he’s looking at her, especially when she has no idea what it means.

So she focuses on what she can handle, what she can tolerate.

Christina loops her arms around Felicity’s shoulders, smiles when Felicity’s hands land on her waist. “Minho and Jisung are looking at you like they’re going to eat you, and then each other.”

Felicity smiles, victorious. “Oh, I know.”

“You should definitely make your move tonight, then.” Chris says encouragingly.

Felicity hums. “Nah, not tonight.”

Chris laughs. “What? Lix! Why not? You said you would. And they’d say yes to you, surely.”

“I know they would,” she shrugs, slotting her thigh between Christina’s. “But Hyunjin invited us back to her dorm tonight since Seungmin’s sleeping at Jeongin’s, so Minho and Jisung can wait.”

Oh. She wasn’t anticipating...that...but she supposes it’s fine.

“Is that...” Felicity trails off, her fingers squeezing at Christina’s waist. “Is that okay? I said yes for the both of us, but if you don’t want to, we can just go home.”

“No no,” Christina is quick to say. “We can go play with Hyunjin, it’s fine.”

“Don’t say yes just for me,” Felicity admonishes, though her voice is still sweet. “You know I don’t mind if you don’t want to. We can just go home and cuddle, or something.”

Christina knows Felicity will keep pushing, keep checking, so she does what she normally does to get Felicity to understand she’s sure, especially when it comes to things like this.

She leans forward, dropping a kiss to Felicity’s lips, one that her best friend returns with gusto, an excited squeal leaving her mouth as she drags her hands up Christina’s waist, dragging her crop top up just a little in her wake, cupping her face to pull her closer.

“Lix,” Chris laughs against her mouth. “You’re gonna give them the wrong idea.”

“Nuh uh,” Felicity murmurs, licking into her mouth. “They know how we are.”

Chris pulls away, doesn’t even flinch when Felicity’s mouth drops to her neck. “You said you don’t kiss and tell, Lixie.”

“I don’t.” Felicity says against the hollow of her throat, nipping the skin there. “But they have eyes. And Jisung looked like such a kicked puppy last time, I had to tell him something.”

Christina lets out a little “mhm,” but scratches gently at the base of Felicity’s neck, letting her know she’s not actually upset.

“We can just go home and play, just the two of us,” Felicity insists when she pulls away. Her lips are pink, shiny with the remnants of her lip-gloss and spit. When Christina chances a glance out of the corner of her eye, Minho and Jisung’s gazes are locked onto Felicity with the kind of laser focus that Felicity has been after for months.

“Look at them one more time,” Christina encourages, subtly turning them in time with the music so her back is to where they are, so Felicity can gaze at them over her shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to go home with them?”

Felicity barely even looks in their direction. She bends her head, pressing a kiss to where Christina’s jaw meets her ear. “I’m sure, they made me wait this long, it’s only fair I make them wait a little longer myself. Besides, I didn’t prep myself to take two dicks tonight anyway.”

“Not two real ones, anyway.”

Christina doesn’t jump at Hyunjin’s whisper, but Felicity does, turning and slapping her in the boob. “Nosy tramp.”

Hyunjin frowns at her. “Is that anyway to speak to your host of the evening?”

“You like it when I call you names,” Felicity teases without missing a beat.

Sometimes, Christina wonders how these two didn’t end up in their own relationship.

“You two ready to go soon?” Hyunjin asks Christina, ignoring Felicity completely. “Or are you just gonna keep giving those dudes on the couch a free show?”

“We can go,” Chris says, resting a hand on Hyunjin’s arm. “You feeling okay to walk? Or do you want me to hustle us a ride?”

Hyunjin bats her eyelashes at her. “Hustle, please. Can you ask your brother? Or JP?”

Chris frowns. “I would, but they’ve both been drinking.”

“Maybe ask Changbin-oppa?” Felicity suggests. “Jeongin said he came here in his car and he’s been sober the whole night.”

Christina levels both of them with a look, one that they completely ignore. Hyunjin opts for looping her arms around Christina’s waist, pulling her from Felix’s embrace and into her own. Hyunjin’s wearing her stupid Demonias, which makes her a few inches taller than normal, and Christina’s face almost pillows itself on Hyunjin’s modest chest.

“Unnie,” Hyunjin pleads, all saccharine sweet and manipulative, petting at Christina’s hair like she’s a cat. “If you ask Changbin-oppa to be our chauffer, I’ll let you ride my face tonight.”

Christina scoffs, rolling her eyes and pushing Hyunjin away slightly. “That proposition only works on Seungmin, you little slut.”

“I’m trying to be nice and offer you orgasms since you clearly won’t take a chance and let Changbin rail you into next week, and you’re calling me a slut?” Hyunjin pouts.

Felicity rolls her eyes now, too. She pulls Hyunjin’s arms away from Christina, looping one around her own back. “You are a slut, that’s the whole point.” She turns to Chris, then, her little nose wrinkling before she says “Changbin is our best bet at getting home, though. The rest of them are in no condition and I’m pretty sure Jeongin and Seungmin are already fucking in his backseat outside.”

With a small sigh, Christina nods, turning around to locate Changbin.

He’s still on the sofa, next to Minho and Jisung, and Christina’s surprised to already find him watching her. He lifts his chin, acknowledging her, and she tries to cross the room as smoothly as possible in the stupid platform Mary Janes Felicity coaxed her into.

When she reaches Changbin, Minho and Jisung both turn to look at her, too, giving her a little wave in greeting. She smiles politely, then turns to Changbin. He parts his legs, a silent invitation for her to step between them, which she accepts, refusing to read into it, chalking it up to the loud music. How else is he supposed to hear her if she doesn’t come closer, right?

“You okay?” Changbin asks, sitting up and scooting towards the edge of the couch. His head is right in front of her belly, and she can feel the warmth of his breath on the exposed skin of her midriff.

“I was wondering if you could bring Hyunjin, Felicity, and I back to Hyunjin’s apartment?” Chris says with a soft, shy smile. “I would ask Jay, but –”

“No way,” Changbin says with a shake of his head. “He’s been drinking all night. Of course I’ll take you. Are you guys ready to go?”

When Chris nods, she hears a small noise of protest from beside them.

“Wait,” Jisung says, sitting up, and pulling himself out of Minho’s embrace. “You guys are leaving already?”

“We are,” Christina confirms. “You could say bye to Felicity, if you wanted, she’s just –”

She turns, meaning to point to where she left Felicity and Hyunjin, but her hand drops back to her side when she finds the two of them leaning against the wall, making out pretty enthusiastically. Hyunjin has her hand up Felicity’s skirt, palming her ass. Christina fights the urge to roll her eyes – knowing Felicity, she’s doing it on purpose to either rile up Minho and Jisung or piss them off.

Judging by the weight of Minho’s stare, it’s both.

“Um,” Chris says, smiling at them both. “Or you could text her, if you wanted.”

Changbin scoffs but says nothing to either of them as he gets to his feet. When he’s fully upright, Christina resists the urge to jump, not prepared for his sudden proximity, and she almost stumbles into him when she tries to put a few steps between them. Changbin’s hand reaches out automatically, resting on her waist to help steady her, and Christina has to fight against any external reaction when she feels the warmth of his touch, the weight of his touch on her skin, still exposed from where Felicity pushed her shirt up.

“You okay?” Changbin murmurs, leaning in close to be heard over the music.

Yeah, that’s all it is, just too loud, too crowded.

She doesn’t trust herself to answer, so she just nods.

“Say bye to Minho and Jisung,” he coaxes gently, and she gives them a little wave of her fingers as Changbin ushers the two of them away with a hand at the base of her spine, heading back in the direction of her friends, who, thankfully, have stopped kissing long enough and are waiting for her and Changbin with expectant smiles.

Christina gives them a look so fierce that they don’t do anything but giggle, their smiles hidden behind their hands as they follow Changbin through the house and out to his car.

Felicity all but shoves Christina at Hyunjin, forcing them to take the backseat while Felicity takes the front with Changbin.

Christina knows the second the door closes and Hyunjin is immediately plastered to her side, resting her hand high up on Christina’s thigh, that the two of them have conspired against her.

“Thank you Changbin-oppa,” Felicity says sweetly as she buckles herself in. “Sorry if we ruined your night.”

“You’re fine,” he says easily, smiling at Felicity, then at Christina and Hyunjin in the rearview mirror. “Just glad you guys came to me so you could get home safely.”

“Well of course,” Hyunjin says, wrapping her arm around Christina’s shoulders. “There’s no one unnie trusts more than you, oppa.”

Christina isn’t subtle about the way she elbows Hyunjin in the ribs, but Hyunjin surprisingly doesn’t react.

When Changbin pulls away from the house and starts heading back toward central campus, Hyunjin pulls Christina closer, turning to speak lowly into her ear. “You look so fucking hot tonight.”

Chris sighs through her nose. “You said as much before, Hyunnie.”

“I mean it,” Hyunjin insists, rubbing her hand up and down Christina’s thigh. “That’s why I asked Felicity if you two could come over and play.” A pause, and then more sincere, “I hope that was okay.”

“Of course it is,” Chris reassures her, resting her hand atop Hyunjin’s and squeezing.

Hyunjin’s has had some hang ups in bed, recently, especially after some asshole told her she was a selfish lover. Christina, Felicity, and Seungmin were still trying to work that horrible thought out of her, which is probably why they indulged her requests like this a little more enthusiastically than before.

In the entire time Christina’s known her, Hyunjin has been one of the most considerate, romantic, and generous lovers out there. Selfish is quite literally the antithesis of Hyunjin in bed.

“If you want Felicity and I to make an excuse,” Hyunjin says, even quieter now, “So you can be alone with him, just say the word.”

“No, no,” she’s quick to murmur. “I would rather be with you two.”

“Are you sure?” Hyunjin asks, sliding her hand higher up Christina’s thigh, fingertips dipping under the hem of her mini skirt.

Christina tries not to make any noticeable movements. Felicity’s doing a good job of chatting to Changbin as he drives, but Christina sees how he keeps glancing at her in the rearview mirror every few seconds, almost like he’s checking to see that she’s really there, and she really doesn’t want him to know how she reacts whenever Hyunjin’s fingers are between her thighs.

She squeezes her hands around Hyunjin’s wrist, trapping her, then turns to murmur in her ear through clenched teeth, “Keep it up and you won’t come tonight at all.”

Hyunjin huffs, but pulls away from her, pout evident on her face. Christina rolls her eyes but settles into Hyunjin’s side to assure her that she’s not actually mad.

This time, when Changbin locks eyes with Christina in his rear view, she gives him a small, shy smile, and Changbin returns it with a charming one of his own, the dimple in his cheek somehow making Christina even wetter than she already is.

~

Christina wakes with Hyunjin’s face buried in her neck and Felicity’s face pillowed against her chest, mouth slightly parted against her nipple.

Her pussy is sore, is the first thing she registers, and her thighs feel like she did a hundred squats with no breaks. The skin between her legs is raw, fresh hickies courtesy of both Hyunjin and Felicity, and she’s careful as she removes Felicity’s hand from where it rests in the divot between her thigh and her aching cunt.

Christina extracts herself from between them carefully, climbing off of Hyunjin’s bed and stretching her limbs to loosen her muscles. She heads towards her bathroom to brush her teeth and take a quick shower, then gets dressed in a clean pair of underwear from Hyunjin’s drawer, and a pair of Felicity’s sweatpants left behind from one of their many trysts.

She forgoes a bra – mostly because Hyunjin and Felicity do not have the same chest that she does – and opts to wear one of Hyunjin’s oversized hoodies instead. Christina grabs her phone and her wallet along with Hyunjin’s key, heading to the campus café to grab breakfast for the three of them.

It’s blissfully empty for a Saturday morning, most likely because of midterm madness, so she doesn’t need to wait long for their food and coffee.

Except, she somehow managed to forget how much food she ordered, along with their drinks, and she fumbles for a second trying to figure out how she’s going to carry all of this back to Hyunjin’s place.

“Chanee, let me help you.”

There’s only one person outside of family that still calls Christina by her Korean name.

Changbin is at her side in a second, grabbing both bags of food so all she needs to carry is the drink tray. He flashes her a charming smile, and Christina’s stomach does a horrible flip at the sight of his dimples. He’s wearing his glasses, and his hair is curly and fluffy still, all tell-tale signs he recently woke up himself.

“Where are you headed? Back to Hyunjin’s place?” Changbin asks, walking outside.

Chris falls into step beside him, nodding. “Yeah, they’re still asleep.”

He laughs. “Yeah, it uh…looks like you had a long night.” When Christina glances at him, confused, he gestures to her neck with his chin. “Looks like the little troublemakers tried to eat you.”

She looks at her reflection in a passing storefront window, and immediately flushes red.

There is a giant, nasty bruise at the junction where her neck meets her shoulder, and Christina immediately thinks back to last night, where Hyunjin had her mouth attached to Christina’s neck as she sat behind her, keeping her legs propped open so Felix could use her ridiculous mouth to bring Christina to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

It’s mortifying to know that Changbin has seen evidence of her escapades last night and embarrassing to be reminded that he’s always been well aware of the things Christina gets up to with her friends.

“They’re stressed,” is what she tells him, tearing her eyes away from her own reflection, tugging the neck of the hoodie up higher to cover the mark. “Exams, you know?”

Changbin laughs. “So, what, you’re they’re stress ball or something?”

Shyness creeps up her spine when she admits, “It’s for me, too.”

“Oh,” he says, amused. There’s not a hint of judgement in his voice when he asks, “Well, did it help?”

“Kind of,” she shrugs. “I’m just sore, now. Still a little cranky and still stressed.”

Changbin smiles. “If you’re feeling up to it to come to the gym today, I could help stretch your muscles out.”

Christina is a pervert.

The way her pussy throbs at his words, his words that she knows are completely innocent and a genuine offer to help her, make her feel guilty and horrible and yet, still incredibly turned on all at once.

She smiles, shrugs. “Maybe, we’ll see. Lix and Hyunjin might be a handful today.”

“Well, if you have the time,” Changbin offers. “I’ll be around.”

They don’t say much else as they arrive at Hyunjin’s campus apartment building. Changbin follows her up to the correct floor, dutifully walks Christina to Hyunjin’s door, and when she turns to try to take the bags from him, he frowns.

“Let me walk it in with you, I can put it on the kitchen counter at least.” He insists with such a gentlemanly charm, it’s impossible for Chris to argue with him, so she doesn’t. She takes out Hyunjin’s key and lets them in, both of them toeing off their shoes before heading inside to the kitchen.

Christina goes about taking the drinks out of their carrier and placing them in front of three of the four barstools at Hyunjin’s kitchen counter. She feels more than sees when Changbin idles up behind her, feeling his body heat even through the hoodie on her torso.

“Here,” he murmurs, trying to reach around her to place both bags of food on the counter in front of her. Chris goes to move out of his way, but he brackets her in, his arms on each side as he places the bags down, untying them so he can help her distribute the food.

Her breath is caught in her lungs. She feels like if she breathes, it’ll be too loud, too shaky, and too unstable, and it’ll give her away immediately. Changbin will know just based on the air around her, and she’ll never live it down.

She fights off a gasp when he presses himself against her back, inevitably pressing her against the counter. Changbin carefully places each take out container of breakfast food where he knows they’ll go, having spent too many hungover mornings around Christina and her friends.

Slowly, afraid if she moves too fast she’ll either startle Changbin or herself, she turns in his arms, her back pressed against the edge of the counter.

He looks down at her, offering her a gentle smile. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” she winces internally at the sound of her voice – breathy, forced out, unstable.

Changbin takes her by surprise, his hand lifting up to brush a stray curl away from her forehead. “Did you have fun last night?”

Chris nods. She knows he’s not talking about the party.

“That’s good,” he hums, resting his hand on the counter beside her. “Feel satisfied?”

Satisfied?

Her gut twists.

Christina opens her mouth to answer when Hyunjin’s bedroom door opens, and Hyunjin herself crosses the threshold. She’s bleary-eyed and her hair is a little messy, and when she spots Changbin and Christina, a cheshire smile works its way up her mouth.

“Bin,” She coos, “Did you buy us breakfast?”

Changbin lets out a little huff of a laugh, backing away from Christina and putting a respectable distance between them. “No, that was all Chanee.”

Hyunjin looks angelic when she rounds the corner, crowding in the small space Changbin’s left and getting in Christina’s space immediately. Hyunjin wraps her arms around Chris’s waist and presses a noisy kiss to Christina’s cheek, resting her own cheek atop Christina’s hair. She’s looking at Changbin when she says, “Isn’t our Chanee so thoughtful?”

Christina grumbles, pinching the skin where Hyunjin’s tank top has exposed. Changbin is only looking at Chris when he says “Very.”

It’s a loaded answer, Christina can tell, and she knows Hyunjin can tell, too. Thankfully, Hyunjin doesn’t acknowledge it, or egg Changbin on any further. Christina also doesn’t allow herself to read into it.

“I just got your usual,” Christina says, gesturing to the counter. “Is Felix still asleep? Should I wake her?”

“Mmm,” Hyunjin shakes her head, keeping one arm around Christina and using the other to fuss at her face, even though Christina can bet there’s nothing for her to fuss over. “No, let’s let her sleep. She was pretty enthusiastic last night, wasn’t she?”

Christina gives Hyunjin a look, one that she knows Hyunjin will understand as “Cut it out, you little brat.”

Changbin takes it in stride, though. At least, for the most part.

He clears his throat, stuffing his hands in his pocket. “Well, I should probably get going, then. Let you girls enjoy the rest of your morning.”

“Christina will walk you out.” Hyunjin says with a saccharine smile, untangling her arms from around her and all but shoving Christina back at Changbin. He catches her, steadying Chris with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

Christina shoots a glare at Hyunjin as she heads back to the door, turning to offer Changbin an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about her.”

“Don’t be,” Changbin says easily. “Hyunjin cares about you.” He bends to put his shoes on, and when he rights himself, there’s concern etching his features. “Just…don’t let her take advantage of you, okay? You’re really sweet, Chanee, and I know Hyunjin’s a nice girl, I just don’t want anyone to take that for granted.”

It’s so sudden and almost out of nowhere that Christina’s thrown for a second, unsure where this is all coming from or what it is that Changbin thinks he’s seeing that would make him say such a thing. All she can do is blink at him and nod, too stunned to try to form a defense, because she’s not exactly sure what she should be defending in the first place.

Changbin pulls her in for a hug then – a tight one, and she registers in the back of her mind that her braless chest is essentially pressed right against his front and prays for her nipples to stay calm – and he takes her by surprise when he presses a kiss to her hairline.

She holds the door open for him and watches him disappear into the stairwell before she shuts Hyunjin’s door and heads back into the kitchen.

Hyunjin’s already perched on a barstool, her hair pulled into a neat bun, her cup of orange juice in one hand and a spoonful of rice in the other. She gestures with her chin towards the door. “You say goodbye to your husband who’s not your husband, yet?”

“I – uh,” Chris starts, still a little jostled by Changbin’s parting words. “Kind of?”

Hyunjin frowns, spine straightening. “What did he say?”

Christina blinks. “He told me to not let you take advantage of me?”

Hyunjin snorts, smirking. “Way too late for that.”

“I don’t think he meant it like that. I can’t be sure, but I think he meant it like…like he thinks we’re together? Or that I have feelings for you?” Christina feels her throat get thick. “And he doesn’t want you to take advantage of me.”

“That’s –” Hyunjin falters, putting her orange juice down and spoon back into her take out container. “Where on earth would he get that idea from?”

Christina’s legs feel like they move on autopilot when she makes her way to her own stool, plopping down unceremoniously beside Hyunjin. “I have no idea.”

“Does he,” Hyunjin starts, frowning when she turns to Christina. “Does he know we just play around for fun? That we’re not actually like that?”

Christina shrugs. “I thought so? But I guess maybe he doesn’t.”

“Oh no.” Hyunjin’s guilt is evident. “I’m sorry. Was it me, do you think? I was only trying to tease him, maybe make him jealous so he’d finally make a move, and I didn’t mean to –”

“No no no!” Christina insists, resting her hand over Hyunjin’s on the counter. “No, it wasn’t you. It couldn’t have been. It’s probably my fault.”

“Well, if you already told him that it’s just for fun then –”

Christina shakes her head. “I didn’t say anything, I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, and I didn’t really say anything before. Not explicitly, anyway. I think I just assumed he already knew? The way Minho and Jisung and Jeongin already know. And JP, too.”

Hyunjin looks unconvinced. “Still, I’m sorry. I’ll do it less, or just not in front of him anymore, so he doesn’t keep getting the wrong idea.”

Christina shakes her head. “Really, Hyunnie, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll talk to him next time, so he knows.”

“Who knows what?”

Both their heads turn to Hyunjin’s door, where Felix stands in a large shirt that definitely belongs to Jeongin.

“Minho knows you’re in love with him, but that’s nothing new.” Christina teases. “Come eat breakfast, Lix. I’ve got your favorite.”

~

There’s an upcoming five-day weekend now that midterms are over, and Jaebeom tells Christina at their weekly sibling lunch that their parents gave them the okay to stay at the lake house for that time, and that they can bring their friends if they want.

Their family lake house is a six bed, four and a half bath property a couple hours outside the city, and about three hours from their campus. They usually spend anywhere between a couple of weeks to a month out there in the summers, but their parents don’t mind allowing them to bring their friends during school breaks so long as they promise to be responsible and not party too hard.

It’s the usual crowd – Jaebeom’s group usually consists of him and JP, Changbin, JP’s best friend Jackson, Minho, Jisung, and Jeongin, and Christina brings Felicity, Hyunjin, and Seungmin.

They get to the lake house shortly after the boys have arrived in Jay’s car, and Christina goes about helping Jay to do their usual checks of the property while the boys put away the food and everyone else settles in. Together, the siblings work to double check that the hot water heater is on and that the air conditioning system is working before they head out to the boathouse.

The boathouse hasn’t changed since Christina was a kid, and it’s probably the place Christina likes spending time at the most. It has a covered dock for the boat, along with an outdoor sink, and a large shelving unit and cabinet for all their tools, fishing gear, and water sport equipment.

Attached to the covered dock is a little spare guesthouse area as well, complete with a little kitchenette, a full bathroom, and a small living area with a pullout couch, a small dining area with a round table and four chairs, and one room with a full bed.

Jay tends to the boathouse to make sure the shelves have full containers of extra gas and oil for the jet skis and their dad’s boat, while Christina goes inside to make sure that the guesthouse is in good shape.

It’s while she’s checking the bedroom that she hears a soft knock, and she assumes it’s Jay, so she doesn’t bother turning around when she says “Everything looks good. It should be fine if the main house gets too crowded and anyone wants to bunk out here.”

“Are you offering to bunk with me?”

Christina whirls around, hand covering her heart and one of her French braids almost hitting her in the face when her eyes land on Changbin.

She lets out a relieved exhale. “You scared me, I thought you were Jay.”

Changbin smiles. “Sorry, I thought you heard me.”

His smile does nothing to calm her racing heart. It’s innocent, but there’s something deeper there, like he’s searching for something. “Did you need something?”

“Just wanted to see if you needed help with anything,” Changbin explains, taking a step closer. “I know checking to make sure the main house and guest house have everything takes you both some time.”

“Oh,” Christina breathes, her hand falling back to her side. “No, I think our dad took care of most of it before we got up here. Everything looks good to go. Were you guys able to fit everything in the fridge?”

He nods, taking another step closer to her. The backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed, and she refuses to fall back against it when he takes another step closer. “Are you feeling better now that exams are over?”

Christina’s brows furrow. “Huh?”

“Y’know,” he shrugs, eyes wandering her face, “Less stressed out.”

“Oh, um,” Chris shifts on her feet. “Yeah, I am.”

“Because of Hyunjin?” He clarifies. She frowns, opening her mouth to correct him and set the record straight. She hadn’t had a chance since he brought it up at Hyunjin’s apartment, due to exams and their opposite schedules, and she really doesn’t want Changbin to mistake what she and Hyunjin have.

But the second the words try to come out, he steps forward again, nearly closing the distance between them. “Is she being good to you?”

The expression on his face bleeds genuine concern, the same kind that was there in Hyunjin’s hallway.

Chris frowns. “Bin, we’re not –”

“I hope she is. You’d tell me if she wasn’t, right?” He asks, but there’s a quiet desperation to it, like he needs to hear her say it in order to believe it. Changbin’s hand reaches out, brushing some of the stray curls around her hairline away from her face. The tips of his fingers barely caress her forehead, her cheeks, but it’s enough of a phantom touch that she almost shivers.

God, she’s so in love with him she could die.

“Sorry. I know I asked you a lot back-to-back, but you look really pretty today. I mean, you always do, but you just look…softer today.”

Christina blinks, overwhelmed by the whiplash of his words. It’s too much, too quickly. It’s hard to read him right now. There’s concern in his eyes, but there’s still something more beneath it. She can see it in the way he keeps looking at her like he’s looking for some sort of…sign? Maybe? But a sign of what? She has no idea.

“Bin,” she tries again, fighting past another shiver when his fingers trace her cheekbone. “I don’t know where you got the idea, but –”

“Babe?! Where are you?!”

Christina resists the urge to smack her palm against her forehead.

She needs to have a conversation with Hyunjin about her shitty timing.

Hyunjin’s footsteps are loud as she barrels into the guesthouse, Felix and Seungmin hot on her heels. Changbin’s hand falls limply at his side as he takes several large steps back from Christina. Hyunjin appears in the doorway of the bedroom. When her eyes land on the two of them, her mouth parts in a little “O” shape, followed by a little grimace.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Hyunjin says, taking a small step back. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. We were just looking for Christina so we could go swimming.”

“No, it’s cool,” Changbin says easily. His expression is back one of total calm, the smile that stretches across his mouth genuinely relaxed.

“No no!” Felicity exclaims, wrapping one hand around Hyunjin’s arm, gripping at Seungmin’s hand with the other. “It’s okay, we need to grab the rest of our stuff out of Chris’s car anyway, right?”

Seungmin nods with a smile. “Exactly, come find us when you’re done!”

Felicity tugs the three of them along, and Christina can’t help the semi frustrated exhale that leaves her lips once they’re out of sight and the door to the guesthouse closes behind them.

She turns to Changbin, apology on the tip of her tongue, but she stops when she sees the amused smile on his lips. “What?”

“It’s cute,” he laughs a little. “The four of your in your matching French braids.”

Christina flushes. That had been Felicity’s idea, and she’d forced them all into their bathroom one by one before they left campus, her tiny fingers weaving the intricate braids quickly and neatly.

“Changbin,” she says firmly, getting back to the task at hand. She holds his gaze as she speaks. “You should know that Hyunjin and I aren’t together. We’re not interested in each other like that. Romantically, I mean. She treats me perfectly well because she’s one of my best friends, but we are not, have never been, and probably never will be together. So.”

There’s a pause. Changbin blinks at Christina.

“I-I know it seems like it’s the opposite,” She trips over her words, rushing to get her explanation out before he can ask more questions back-to-back. “But all the – the intimacy stuff? It’s just for fun. It’s embarrassing to say, or it might be too much for you to hear, but the way the girls and I are, all of it’s just fun. It’s easy, with each other, no judgement between friends, you know? Mutually beneficial, and all that. But none of it’s ever been something I didn’t want, or something I wasn’t uncomfortable with. Hyunjin has never once taken advantage of me. Felicity or Seungmin, either. It’s all okay, really. I just – I just need you to know that no matter what it looks like or sounds like, we’re not together, I’m not with any of them, and I’m not being taken advantage of, or taken for granted.”

Christina lets out an exhale through her nose, tension in her body loosening once the confession is out there. She’s still looking at Changbin, waiting for him to say something, but his expression is one of quiet shock, and he’s just…staring at her.

“Changbin?” She asks, her voice small, unsure.

Hesitantly, she reaches out, resting her hand on his thick bicep, squeezing once to get his attention. It spurs him into a sudden burst of action, and he grabs at Christina’s hand, using it to yank her forward and into him, where once she’s pressed against his body, he drops her hand, brings his own hands to her cheeks, and pulls Christina in for a bruising kiss.

His lips are soft, softer than she imagined them to be, and despite the muscles on his body, the way he holds her face is firm, but gentle. Christina relaxes in his hold, her eyes fluttering shut as she lets herself be kissed, her panties getting wet in less than three seconds flat.

Her hands come up, circling her fingers around his wrist so she can anchor herself to him as his tongue teases at the seam of her lips. She opens up for him easily, loves the way he tastes a bit like the strawberry candy he secretly loves to snack on from time to time.

When she teases her tongue back, letting it brush against his, a deep groan rumbles from his chest, and then he’s flipping them. He walks Christina backward until she bumps into the dresser in the small bedroom, and then his hands are all over her. Changbin’s touch is firm and insistent in the best way, trailing from her cheeks to her neck, toying with the braids in her hair before he caresses her shoulders, gripping her biceps and pulling her body closer to him.

When her chest pushes against his, he drags his hands to her tits, cupping them in his palms and Christina’s mouth opens on a soft moan, one that Changbin swallows down easily. He pulls back to shush her gently, thumbs rubbing over her nipples through the material of her tank top and thin bralette.

“Please,” she murmurs against his lips. Her hands come up to cover his, pressing them firmly against her.

Changbin groans. “More?”

Christina nods frantically, wrapping her arms around his neck when his hands drop down only so they can move under her tank top, fingers slipping under the band of her bralette to cup her breasts firmly in his hands. His touch is warm, and goosebumps light up along her skin. She sinks her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, gripping it tight so she can take control of the kiss, letting it get just the right side of messy and nasty, like Felicity taught her to.

Changbin actually shivers under her touch, even more so when Christina pushes her tits further into her hands, encouraging him to keep going, to squeeze more, pinch her nipples, do anything. She whines into his mouth when he continues to play nice, and he chuckles, breaking the kiss so he can nose at her cheek, lips pressed to her jawline.

“Okay, okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you. I know.”

He presses closer to her so he can guide his leg between hers, and then his thigh presses up and Christina keens high in her throat. She grinds down, the layers of her denim shorts and his jeans far too much and not enough at the same time.

“’S okay,” he says, encouraging her by pressing her closer to the dresser, trapping her between it and his boy. “You can use me.”

She grinds forward, her whole body shaking when she feels how hard he is beneath his jeans.

Fuck.

She owes Felicity fifty bucks.

That bitch.

Changbin’s big. She can feel it from where she grinds her hips again, can tell he’s thick, thicker than that stupid knotted dildo Hyunjin bought her from Bad Dragon, and that taking him is going to be a challenge.

The prospect of it excites her.

Christina can’t quite gauge the length of him, not like this, not when he’s trapped beneath his jeans, and her hands are moving before her brain can catch up, needing to know.

She trails her hands from his neck, down his thick chest and over his stomach, settling her fingers on the waistband of his jeans. She’ll have to be quick about it, she thinks, so she doesn’t chicken out and so she can just rip the band-aid off. Christina’s still kissing him, letting his tongue rub against hers in an attempt to soothe her frantic ministrations. She double checks just by feel that she’s dipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his jeans and his underwear, and she’s poised to pull them down at the same time she plans to drop to her knees, her fingers practically itching to feel him –

“Chrissy?!”

A shocked gasp runs through her, chilling her to the bone.

Changbin parts from her, but it’s not enough. He’s still too close, his lips ghosting over hers, too in her space, and –

“Babe?!”

Fuck.

JP and Hyunjin must be right outside the guesthouse. It’ll take them no time at all to come in and then come into the bedroom.

They can’t see them like this. Not when Changbin is Jaebeom’s best friend, and if JP finds out, he’ll surely tell him right away. Plus, if Hyunjin saw their predicament Christina would never hear the end to the “I told you so” lecture Hyunjin’s been ready to give for years.

She takes her hands away from Changbin’s waistband to put them on his pecs – his gorgeous, wonderful pecs – and shoves with all of the strength her arousal-weak muscles can manage.

It does the trick. Changbin’s backs out of her immediate space, and Christina frowns, muttering out an “I’m sorry,” before she’s quickly musing over her clothes and calling out “I’m coming!” to her brother’s boyfriend and her best friend, running to the door to beat them to it, to make sure they don’t come into the guesthouse.

She practically runs right into them when she makes it there, and they look at her with matching expressions of surprise.

“You okay?” Hyunjin asks, reaching out a hand to steady her.

“I’m fine,” she reassures, plastering a placating smile on her face.

JP raises a brow. “You sure?”

“Yeah yeah!” She breathes, laughing a little. “Just was making sure the pull-out couch had linens on it, is all. Had to fight with the fitted sheet.”

“Okay,” JP says, looking wholly unconvinced, but he drops it. “Well, your brother’s got the grill fired up for lunch. Says he needs your help with the lamb chops.”

“Oh! Okay great, yeah, let’s go.” Chris smiles again, falling into step with Hyunjin as JP leads the way to the main house.

They let JP get a few paces ahead before Hyunjin leans in and mutters “What happened to Changbin?”

Christina shrugs. “Oh, I don’t know? He left a little after you guys did. You didn’t see him?”

Christina has no idea why she’s lying. Judging by the look on her face, neither does Hyunjin.

Hyunjin frowns, narrowing her eyes and raking her gaze over Christina as they walk. “Uh huh. Sure.”

Christina ignores her. She tries her best to ignore her still racing heart, the persistent itch in her fingers, the phantom feel of Changbin’s skin on her lips, and the taste of his mouth still lingering on her tongue.

~

Christina clings to her friends for the rest of that first day.

There’s a part of her that couldn’t really look at Changbin, after their kiss. Every time she did, all she could think about was the feeling of his hands on her body, his thigh between her legs, his lips all over her mouth.

Hyunjin kept giving her these knowing looks, sometimes sympathetic, other times mischievous. Felicity and Seungmin kept frowning, wanting to know what happened, but when they asked Christina, all she could manage to say was “I don’t know, really.”

Because she didn’t know. She really had no clue why Changbin kissed her, or touched her the way he did. She didn’t think he was interested in her. How could he have been?

She tried to think back, to try to pinpoint any instance where he could’ve hinted at being even remotely attracted to her, or interested in her as more than a friend, but all she could come up with were his usual moments of kindness. Since Christina’s feelings had blossomed, Changbin had been nothing but sweet, protective, and caring. She chalked it up to the fact that Jaebeom was his best friend, and Changbin was just looking out for her by default. He’d always looked out for her, only ever caring about her best interests and safety.

As far as Christina could tell, the feelings she had for him were, and had probably always been, one-sided.

It still didn’t explain why Changbin kissed her first.

She’d managed to tell the girls about the kiss, and it seemed obvious – Changbin must have feelings for her.

In her mind, the only thing that made sense was that maybe the physical intimacy was all he wanted. Perhaps, at the party, seeing how Christina was with Felicity and Hyunjin, and then the idea of her being intimate with them in that way made Changbin wonder if he could have the same, or be with Christina the same way.

It would be easy for him, realistically speaking. Her reciprocation was proof enough. It also made sense, given that she was right there, had just confirmed she wasn’t in whatever relationship with Hyunjin he’d assumed she was in, and that her attraction to him was probably obvious by now.

Christina wanted to feel bad about avoiding Changbin the rest of the day, but she didn’t know what other choice she had.

Though, as Seungmin pointed out after lunch, she could always just ask.

But after a kiss like that? Christina couldn’t guarantee she’d get a straight answer. Which, the idea of Changbin being dishonest with her, or worse, being honest that he just wanted something physical, wasn’t something she could deal with. Especially not the same day he kissed her for the first time.

It was better for her this way, she convinced herself. To just not know.

~

As night fell on the first day, Christina was still a little out of sorts, so Hyunjin and Felicity convince her to spend the first night in the guesthouse – just the three of them – so she can have some space to clear her head.

They’d invited Seungmin and Jeongin, but the two of them had decided to turn in early for the night, so they’d left them behind in their room at the main house.

She let Felicity and Hyunjin shower first, opting to shower last so she could use up the last of the hot water without any guilt.

Once she’d brushed her teeth, finished her skin care, and got dressed in her pajamas, she joined the other two on the couch in the living room, curling against them as some random movie played on the TV.

Felicity swings her legs onto Christina’s lap, resting her head on her shoulder. “Are you feeling better, unnie?”

“Yeah, Lixie,” Chris says, resting a hand on her shin. “I’m alright.”

Hyunjin cards her fingers through Christina’s still damp curls. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. We can talk about something else.”

It’s quiet for a second, then Felicity makes a small humming noise. “Do you guys remember when we were on the jet skis, and I came back because I said I needed a water and a snack?”

Christina and Hyunjin nod, but a twinge of worry runs through Christina. Felicity had left for about twenty minutes but had come right back to them and seemed perfectly fine. Had Christina been so distracted by her own mess that she missed something with Felicity? Had something gone wrong?

“Was everything okay?” Christina checks.

Felicity’s voice gets smaller when she says, “Minho, Jisung, and I kind of fucked earlier.”

Christina and Hyunjin bolt upright, their heads snapping to Felicity, whose face is almost bright pink with embarrassment.

“What?!” Christina exclaims. “You did?!”

Hyunjin’s eyes are wide. “Why didn’t you say something?!”

Felicity squeals, her hands coming up to cover her face as her legs kick out. Both Christina and Hyunjin dodge her feet, resting their arms on her legs and dragging her closer to them on the couch.

“Tell us everything you little slut!” Hyunjin demands, gripping one of Felicity’s feet in her hands and shaking it.

Felicity inhales, her hands moving to cover her heated cheeks. “I was in the kitchen grabbing a water when I heard a noise from the bathroom in the hall. The rest of the guys were in the basement playing pool, so I went to check it out, and when I opened the door Minho and Jisung were making out. I apologized cause I felt bad for intruding, but then Minho dragged me inside, Jisung shut the door, and the next thing I know their hands are in my bikini bottoms.”

“Oh my god,” Hyunjin exclaims, shaking Felicity’s foot again. “And then?!”

Felicity takes a deep breath. “They both fingered me, at the same time. We were lucky they were in their swim trunks because I squirted all over Jisung’s shorts. Minho fingered my ass for a little, but he stopped because he said he wanted to fuck me there, but we wouldn’t have time. So Jisung fucked me against the sink, and then Minho ate me out to clean me up. Then I blew Minho and let him come in my mouth as a thank you, and then Jisung kissed me.”

Christina blinks. “And you managed all of that in twenty minutes?”

Felicity squeals again, nodding, then grabs one of the couch’s throw pillows to cover her face and scream into it. Hyunjin shakes Christina.

“You have to get laid next!” She tells Chris. “I got some, Felicity got some, now it’s your turn!”

Felicity brings the pillow down at the same time Christina looks at Hyunjin in confusion. “What? When did you have sex today?”

“Before dinner, when we were refueling the jet skis.” Hyunjin says, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. “I caught Seungmin and Jeongin with their hands down each other’s pants in the kitchen here, so Jeongin fucked me while Seungmin sat on my face.”

“So that’s why you were late to dinner,” Felicity teases. “Jeongin said there was a problem with the jet skis.”

Christina sighs, shaking her head. “You guys are defiling my family’s lakehouse.”

“You could defile it, too, if you just grew a spine.” Hyunjin sniffs, shoving at Christina playfully.

“I bet Jinyoung oppa and Jaebeom oppa are defiling the main house right now,” Felicity points out.

Chris cringes. “Disgusting. Don’t bring up what my brother’s doing with his boyfriend.”

“Yeah, Lix,” Hyunjin teases. “Minho and Jisung could be doing the same thing and leaving you out.”

Felicity giggles. “Honestly? I don’t care. At least I finally got my hands on them.”

“But did they say anything to you?” Christina asks. She knows what Felicity feels for the two of them is far more than just physical. “Like, did you get to talk at all? Or just fuck and run away?”

Felicity actually blushes now, almost bashful when she admits, “Jisung said he’d been waiting for a long time to kiss me. And Minho said I was more beautiful than he imagined, but beyond that we didn’t talk much. It’s okay, though. We’ll get around to it now that most of the tension is gone.”

 “Well, I’m happy for you, Lix,” Christina says, resting a hand on her thigh and squeezing.

Hyunjin squeezes the foot she’s still holding, “Same, I’m glad you finally got your chance.”

Felicity smiles shyly, laughing when Hyunjin traces a teasing finger along the arch of her foot, kicking out playfully.

“Everyone had orgasms today except you.” Hyunjin pouts, staring at Christina.

Chris grumbles. “Maybe I would have, if you and JP didn’t come storming down.”

Hyunjin gasps at the same time Felicity bunny-kicks her foot against Christina’s thigh.

“I knew it!” Hyunjin says, shoving at her. “I knew the two of you got up to something!”

“Spill everything.” Felicity demands, pulling her legs away and underneath her so she can sit on her knees on the couch, both her hands on Christina’s thigh and shaking her.

Chris sighs. “It’s nothing like what you guys did. He kissed me, we made out, he played with my tits a little. I was planning on sucking his dick, but then you and JP came looking for us so we stopped.”

She gives Hyunjin a pointed stare, and Hyunjin pouts, her expression reading “oops?” even though she doesn’t look completely sorry.

“Serves him right for thinking you and I were together.” Hyunjin sniffs, running a hand over Christina’s hair. “I know Jeongin tells him and Minho about all the times I join him and Seungmin for a little fun. He should have known better.”

Felicity hums. “Changbin probably just thinks you’re a slut. That’s why he was so concerned for unnie and her honor.”

Christina snorts, and Hyunjin’s eyes narrow. “Like you’re any better, Felicity Lee! Changbin was there when you kissed Minho for the first time, and –”

“– Will you stop bringing that up?!”

“– And when Minho told you he had a boyfriend, you told him to ‘go get him’ so you could kiss him, too!”

Felicity pouts. “I was drunk.”

Christina raises a brow. “You were not.”

“I was drunk on horny hormones!” Felicity wails. “You saw how handsome Minho was that night!”

“He was wearing corduroy pants –” Hyunjin rolls her eyes.

“Well it worked didn’t it?!” Felicity huffs, unfolding her legs and slumping against Christina’s side.

Christina runs a soothing hand over Felicity’s blonde hair. “Yes, it did, Lix.”

Hyunjin slumps against Christina’s other side, turning her head to press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Well, I feel bad, now.”

“Why?” Felicity grumbles.

Hyunjin rests a hand on Felicity’s leg. “Because Chris didn’t get to come today, but we did.”

Christina internally sighs when she sees the way Felicity and Hyunjin’s eyes meet, how it turns them into the terror twins. Felicity smiles, looking like every bit of the little gremlin she is.

“My poor unnie,” Felicity faux whines, trailing her hands along Christina’s arm that her upper body is pressed against. “Changbin should’ve at least made you come.”

Christina sputters. “It wasn’t like that!”

“I’m sorry I interrupted,” Hyunjin murmurs, tilting her head to press a kiss to Christina’s jaw, then her neck. “I can make it up to you.”

“Hyunjin,” Christina sighs, finding her hand and lacing their fingers together. “It’s fine, seriously. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Felicity insists. She untangles herself, gently nudging Christina’s legs open at the same time Hyunjin slides off the couch, sinking to her knees.

Chris sighs. “You two don’t have to do this,” She reminds them, even as she scoots to the edge of the couch. Hyunjin carefully removes her pajama shorts and her underwear as Felicity gets behind Christina, resting her legs on either side of her so Christina can rest her back against Felicity’s front.

“We know,” Felicity presses a kiss to her cheek. “We want to.”

Hyunjins lips find the inside of Christina’s knee. “Just get comfortable.”

Felicity is quick to take off Christina’s tank top, then pulls her back against her as Hyunjin pushes Christina’s legs up, and Felicity fits her hands to the underside of her thighs, holding her open.

The first slide of Hyunjin’s tongue against Christina’s cunt elicits a quiet moan from her, her head falling back onto Felicity’s shoulder. Felicity’s little hands come up, playing with Christina’s tits the way she likes. She pinches her nipples, rubbing them gently at the same time Hyunjin licks a fat stripe across Christina’s pussy, mouth closing down around her clit and sucking.

Chris laughs. “Not wasting any time tonight, are you?”

“Gotta help you catch up,” Hyunjin murmurs against her core. “Jeongin and Seungmin made me come four times.”

Felicity giggles. “Minho and Jisung made me come four times, too.”

Hyunjin pulls back, pressing a kiss to the hood of Christina’s clit. Her mouth is already wet and sticky with Christina’s arousal when she smiles. “That means you get to come eight times tonight, unnie.”

Christina’s eyes roll into the back of her head when she feels Hyunjin’s finger slip inside of her, curling just right, and then a second is slipping in almost immediately. She likes the stretch, they know she does. Her body twitches in Felicity’s hold. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to come that many times.”

“’S okay,” Hyunjin says, her voice sending vibrations through Christina’s skin. “Can come as much as you want. I’ll stop when you tell me to.”

Chris nods, hands descending into Hyunjin’s hair, pulling the strands into a ponytail, holding it with her hands. Hyunjin moans when her nails scratch against her scalp, and she nudges her nose against Christina’s clit at the same time she pulls her fingers out, replacing them with her tongue.

She fucks her tongue into Christina’s pussy, moaning when her arousal leaks out of her and into her awaiting mouth. Felicity moans from her spot behind Christina, fingers digging into Christina’s thighs as she fits her mouth to Christina’s shoulder, where she sucks and nibbles at the skin, all the while grinding her clothed cunt against Christina’s back.

“She looks so fucking hot like that, unnie.” Felicity moans. “Doesn’t she?”

Christina can only moan her agreement when Hyunjin fucks her fingers back inside, moving her mouth so her lips can suck around Christina’s clit, her tongue flicking against it in firm strokes.

“God Hyunjin,” Christina laughs. “Yes, like that, please.”

She can feel the way Hyunjin smiles against her, her mouth and fingers more insistent, working to get Christina closer to an orgasm, and fast. This is the part she can’t lie about, that she can’t say she doesn’t love. She loves how well these girls understand one another, how it’s so easy for them to fall into situations like this and just give, the only goal to be able to make each other feel good when no one else can.

Realistically speaking, she is happy for Hyunjin, and for Felicity. And yes, if things go well for Felicity and she gets into a relationship with Minho and Jisung, she’ll miss playing around with her. But she’ll still have Hyunjin – at least, until Hyunjin can come to terms with the fact that she might also end up with Seungmin and Jeongin as their third, if she started to actually pay attention – and they’ll always have these moments together, moments that mean more to Christina than she can ever really say, moments that have taught her to be comfortable in who she is and the things she needs through sex.

Hyunjin’s nails dig into Christina as she makes an unhappy noise. “No thinking,” she scolds, raking her teeth teasingly over Christina’s clit and making her squeal. “Just focus on my mouth.”

“Yes baby,” Chris breathes, relaxing further against Felicity’s body, back arching when Hyunjin sucks on her clit just right, curling her fingers expertly at the same time. Shivers run up Christina’s spine, thighs shaking threateningly.

“Oooh,” Felix coos. “I think unnie’s gonna come if you keep it up, Hyunnie.”

Hyunjin “mhms,” against Christina’s pussy, slipping in a third finger and pressing against Christina’s g-spot as she sucks on her clit, hard.

Christina’s eyes squeeze shut as she moans, loud and unabashed, body shaking and writhing in Felicity’s hold as her orgasm shoots up her spine, warmth flooding through her body, sweat prickling at her hairline. Hyunjin’s mouth doesn’t leave her pussy for a single second, her tongue licking against her, drinking down as much of Christina’s arousal as she can, allowing the rest to drip all around her mouth, down her neck, all over her hand.

Hyunjin and Felicity like it messy pretty much all of the time. Seungmin and Christina are usually the ones who only like it messy during sex, but the second the post-orgasm clarity hits, they’re rushing to clean up and get dry sheets on the bed.

For now, though, Christina finds she doesn’t mind messy. Felicity carefully lets go of her legs, and Christina wraps them around Hyunjin’s waist as she surges up on her knees. Hyunjin pulls her fingers out carefully, then her and Christina cup each other’s face at the same time as they meet for a kiss, Hyunjin immediately slipping her tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste her own arousal.

She moans into Hyunjin’s mouth, grinding her still sensitive cunt against her belly, when there are little fingers on Christina’s chin.

They part for a second to allow Felicity the room to join them. Christina always falters a little at this part, not quite used to a three-way-kiss after all this time, but as usual, Felicity and Hyunjin guide her through it until their lips and tongues fall into an easy rhythm. Eventually, Felicity pulls back first, licking at her lips as her hands paw over Christina’s body.

“Can I taste you next, unnie?” She asks sweetly, all round eyes and far-from-innocent smiles. “Wanna make you come while Hyunnie plays with your tits.”

Christina giggles, thumbing away at the spit at the corner of Felicity’s mouth. “Sure, Lix. If you want to.”

Hyunjin barks out a laugh as she climbs back onto the couch. “You know just as well as I do that Miss Oral Fixation wants to. Now move over so I can get behind you, I wanna play with your tits.”

~

In the morning, the girls join everyone back at the mainhouse for breakfast before their group breaks again for the day. Jaebeom, Jinyoung, Changbin, and Jackson all head into town to meet up with some of their old friends, leaving the rest of them at the house.

Minho, Jisung, and Felicity take the boat out for the day, while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin head out on the jet skis.

It leaves Christina alone to her own devices for the day, which she happily takes advantage of. She spends some of the morning in the hot tub, relaxing her muscles from last night’s festivities, then takes to reading her kindle in the living room, sunbathing on the dock, and joins the rest for lunch when they eventually come back in for a reprieve.

The groups switch, after lunch, Minho, Jisung, and Felicity heading out on the jet skis while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin head out on the boat. Christina declines their offers to join, letting Felicity have the time she needs with Minho and Jisung, and allowing Hyunjin some time to…well, whatever she needs to with Seungmin and Jeongin.

She sticks to the house – reads a little more, tends to the garden her mom planted, cleans up Jaebeom’s vile den of a room – before she jumps into the hot tub one last time, deciding she’ll take a nap after, trusting one of her friends will wake her before dinner.

The hot tub is nice. It’s relaxing and quiet, at least, until she can hear her brother and his friends get back.

Christina gets out and wraps a towel around herself, quickly shutting off the jets and putting the cover back on top before heading down to the guesthouse.

She manages a quick shower, changing into denim shorts, a bralette, and a baby tee she’s pretty sure might actually be Felicity’s, before heading back into the bedroom, stopping short when she sees Changbin standing there. His back is to the door as he faces the bed, his hands in his pockets.

He turns when he hears Christina stop just outside the doorway. The smile on his face is gentle, but the look in his eyes is…sad almost.

Christina frowns. “Bin? Is everything okay?”

“I was hoping you might have a second to talk?” He’s never sounded so uncertain in the entire time Christina’s known him.

“Of course we can,” she steps into the room, walking until she’s only a few steps away from him.

Changbin shifts on his feet. “I wanted to make sure that we were okay.”

She blinks. “Of course we’re okay, why wouldn’t we be?”

“Well, after yesterday, you know.” His voice trails off, and he smiles at her, sheepish and embarrassed.

“Oh,” she says. “Yesterday. Yeah, we’re, um, we’re okay. After yesterday. We’re still okay, Bin.”

“Are you sure?” He raises a brow.

Christina laughs, nervous. She almost wishes he wasn’t like this as a person – considerate, observant – and that he just pretended nothing happened. His genuine nature throws her for a loop, especially in moments like this. “Why wouldn’t I be sure?”

“It’s just, when I kissed you, I couldn’t tell if you liked it or not. You seemed to, at first. But the way you ran after it was…it didn’t feel great. It felt like you didn’t like it, or want it all that much, and I wanted to apologize to you, if that was the case.” Changbin sounds so sincere as he says it, that Christina almost wants to scream.

He clears his throat when she doesn’t immediately answer him, barreling on with an apology Christina doesn’t need or want. “I know I got a little…overzealous. Eager, maybe. And I can’t lie to you and say that I didn’t mean to, because I did. I wanted to – to touch you like that. To be with you. Like that. But if you didn’t, if you don’t, then I can understand, and I can take a hint, and I’m willing to apologize for it.”

The thing is – as open as Christina is to physical affection and intimacy with her friends, the idea of it with a partner is…a bit of a struggle for her to wrap her head around. She’s had one serious boyfriend thus far, and it didn’t last very long. It had barely been two years, and in that time, she concluded that some of the things she wants as far as physical intimacy aren’t the kind of things that serious boyfriends who you take home to mother are going to want.

Brian, her ex, had been picture perfect in every aspect except the bedroom. Their first time had been perfect. In fact, the first few times had been perfect. But then Christina became the one who suggested things, asked for things, and Brian had essentially turned his nose up at every single one of them.

Confiding in Felicity about it had been natural, since she is Chris’ best friend, and Felicity encouraged her to bring it up around the other girls as well, which had been helpful, in retrospect, considering Hyunjin’s insecurities. They’d helped her to navigate some of her feelings and reassured her a thousand times over that the things she’d asked for were perfectly normal and healthy, and it was her ex’s problem for making her feel horrible about them.

Christina had always known that she didn’t have a set preference when it came to her sexuality – she liked who she liked regardless, was attracted to all kinds of people – and her friends are the same. The way that they fool around and play with one another in bed is and has been completely and mutually beneficial but overall platonic, and the sentiment is the same when they both have their fair share of fun every now and again.

The problem now was that Christina had become comfortable with that dynamic. The girls never judge her, never make her feel horrible or unattractive or unwanted or anything but desired and loved. At the end of the day, they’re her friends, and they love each other more than anything, they love her more than anything, and she loves them, too.

Taking that step with Changbin, someone she was romantically interested in, someone who she felt nothing platonic about, was terrifying.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Christina says eventually, running a hand through her unruly, damp curls. “I did like it, and I did want it. I think I just panicked, because of JP and Hyunjin. I didn’t mean to bail on you like that, but I didn’t want us to get caught and have you get in trouble.”

“I get it,” Changbin says, nodding. He looks relieved. “Thank you for telling me that. I was so worried I’d upset you that night. It made me nervous about staying here for the rest of the weekend.”

Christina frowns. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to – if you don’t want to be here, if it’s uncomfortable, you don’t have to stay. I can make an excuse for you; tell Jay you needed to go home for an emergency or something.”

Changbin levels her with a look so…serious, so deep and piercing, she can’t figure out where it’s coming from.

He looks at her now the same way her ex used to, the way that Felicity and Hyunjin’s and Seungmin sometimes do when they fool around, and yet, it’s also nothing like any of that at all.

The way Changbin looks at Christina is if he’s seeing her for the first time, as if he’s arrived at Heaven’s pearly gates and is staring at the angel who’s going to guide him to paradise, as if she’s someone he’s always wanted.

Which…can’t possibly be true.

“I want to be here,” he tells her. “There’s quite literally nowhere else I’d rather be, Chanee.”

Christina flushes, always thrown off balance when he calls her that.

“Here at the lake house?” She laughs, but it’s empty. She’s asking because she needs to clarify, to be sure of what he means. There’s been too much uncertainty lately. She can’t take it if it’s from Changbin. “Or like…here, here? With me.”

“Both.” He says, taking a step closer to her. “Being here, this weekend, at the house. But only because you’re here.”

“Me?” She laughs, full of disbelief.

He nods, smiling softly. “Yeah. You.”

The next step he takes would bring the two of them closer than before, closer than she’s ready for, so she mirrors him, taking a step back. Except, when she does, she bumps right into the dresser, and fear shoots up her spine like lightning, realizing she’s essentially allowed herself to be backed into a corner.

Changbin either doesn’t notice the panic on her face, or doesn’t care, because he continues to head straight for her, taking another precarious step. “I don’t know how you don’t know. How you haven’t figured it out.”

“Figured what out?” She hates how small her voice has become; hates the way she’s making it evident how much he rattles her.

“The way I feel about you.” Changbin says, so open and honest. Like he’s talking about the weather. “The way I’ve always felt about you.”

Christina frowns. “What are you saying?”

“You need me to spell it out? To say it?” He asks, stepping into her space. “I can do that. For you, I can do that.”

“Do what, Bin?” She asks quietly, almost afraid of the answer.

This can’t be happening. She thinks. This isn’t real. He’s lying, he has to be.

Changbin smiles softly at her, his eyes twinkling with a happiness she’s familiar with, one Christina didn’t think she’d ever see directed at her.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Chanee.” He confesses it so softly, so delicately, Christina feels her entire world shattering at the seams. “It was a crush, at first. We were kids, then. I was sixteen, when I realized it for the first time. I thought I’d outgrow it, get over it, but it never went away. It just got bigger and bigger, and then it turned into something I tried so hard to hold back. I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same, and I didn’t want to piss off Jay, so I tried to keep it under control. But ever since you broke up with that asshole, I started to wonder.”

Chris swallows past the fast-growing lump in her throat, fights the way her hands threaten to shake. “Wonder what?”

Changbin’s expression softens when he brings a hand up, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. His touch is gentle as he caresses her face with his knuckles. “I started to wonder what it would be like if it were me. If I finally got the chance to be with you like that. I started to wonder if you’d be happier, safer, better off, if it was me. If I was the one who got to love you.”

Her heart runs head on into her ribcage. Her voice is desperate, thoroughly wrecked already when she breathes, “Changbin.”

“You don’t have to feel the same.” He says, not a hint of sadness behind his words, just straight up honesty. “It’s okay.”

“I do,” she insists, her hands coming up to his shoulders, gripping him tightly. “I do, Bin. I have.”

He blinks then, his head shaking a little in disbelief. “What?”

“I have,” she insists. “Since before my ex. It started then. I thought it went away, when we dated. I thought when we broke up that those feelings wouldn’t be there, but they were. They still were and they have been.”

Changbin’s eyes search her own. He swallows nervously. “Y-you mean. You mean that you – do you actually?”

Christina nods. “I do, Bin.”

“I’m in love with you,” he says. It’s half a confession, half reiteration, like he’s saying it to ensure Christina’s clear on what he means. “I mean that I love you, Chanee.”

“I love you, too, Changbin.” She breathes out, relieved. Her hands tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you.”

She pulls him in for a kiss the second the words are out of her mouth, swallowing down his relief, surrendering herself to his touch as his hands fit at the small of her back. He presses her impossibly closer, rolling his body into hers, rocking them both against the dresser. It shakes precariously, and he lets out an almost frustrated grumble, turning them both quickly and walking them towards the bed.

Changbin’s gentle, cupping the back of Christina’s head as he brings them toward the head of the bed, making sure she’s resting on one of the pillows. He hovers above her for a second and then he’s on his knees between her spread legs, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Christina allows herself a selfish second, her hands coming up to his pecs and squeezing them greedily, groping him the way she’s always wanted to. Changbin allows it, entertaining her antics up to the point where she thumbs over a nipple, and he shivers.

She smiles to herself when he takes both of her hands in one of his, stopping her, and uses the grip he has on her to her advantage. She pulls herself upright, tilting her head for a kiss, one that she lets drag on for a small moment. The second she feels his tongue try to slip into her mouth, she pulls away, bending her head instead to lick at one of his nipples.

The groan he lets out is deep, one she feels run through her body and right down to her pussy. Changbin uses his free hand to fist the curls at the nape of her neck in his grip, pulling her away and tilting her head backwards. She feels herself clench around nothing when she sees his fiery gaze come into focus, and then she’s meeting his eyes.

“You gonna behave?” He teases.

Christina smiles. “Maybe.”

Changbin laughs, leaning down to rub his nose against hers in a butterfly kiss. “Maybe, she says.”

He’s gentle as he untangles his hand from her hair, lowering them both back to the bed so Christina’s resting against the pillows once more. His mouth captures hers in another kiss, and she sighs into it, looping her arms around his neck as his hands caress down her sides, slowly making his way to the waistband of her shorts.

He pauses the kiss for a second when his hands find the button, a silent question, and Christina responds with a silent answer, tilting her hips up into his touch. Changbin’s quick as he unbuttons and unzips her shorts with one hand, and then his hand is diving into her panties, touch hot as he finds her clit and starts to rub in slow circles.

“So wet already,” he muses. “So responsive.”

Christina cries out against his mouth when he presses against her clit a little harder, and Changbin shushes her gently, using his free hand to pet at her hair.

“I know baby, I know. I’ve got you.” he promises.

She can feel herself getting wetter every time he speaks, and she’d be embarrassed if she couldn’t already tell that he loves it. She cants her hips against his hands, searching, and he slips his tongue into her mouth at the same time his hand dips lower, sinking a finger into her aching cunt.

Christina clenches around the thick digit. She has half a mind to ride his hand, to grind her clit against the meat of his palm as his finger moves inside her, but Changbin must be able to read her like a book. He’s slipping another finger inside of her almost immediately, and the intrusion of two of his fingers along with the wetness of her cunt isn’t enough to hurt, but it’s enough that she sighs as she feels the stretch of it.

She knows she’s going to need it, if she’s going to be able to take his cock.

He curls his fingers just right, finding that spongy part of her in no time, and she moans, hands flying to his hair and pulling him into a deep kiss.

“I have to confess something,” Changbin says when he pulls away after a moment, breathless, his forehead resting against Christina’s. “I need to be honest with you.”

She breathes out a sigh, unable to stop the slightly frustrated air behind it. His fingers are literally inside her, after all. Now might not be the best time for more confessions. “What is it?”

“You have every right to be angry with me for it.” He continues, curling his fingers a little more, massaging that sensitive spot inside of her. Changbin seems content to work her open for a bit, waiting till she’s even wetter before he adds a third finger, only continuing to speak when the obscene noises her pussy starts to make flood the space around them.

“I saw you.” He speaks. It’s so quiet, she would have missed it had his face not been so close. “I saw you last night, playing with Felicity and Hyunjin.”

Her body seizes for two reasons – Changbin’s confession, and the way his fingers rub at her walls at just the right angle, sending her into an orgasm so quick and sudden she can’t help the loud cry that leaves her mouth.

Changbin swallows the noise down, kissing Christina and rubbing his tongue over hers, attempting to soothe her. His fingers still inside her, allowing her to clench around them as her chest heaves, her head fuzzy and mind spinning at the force of her climax.

He’s pressing smaller kisses to her temple when she finally calms down enough to come back to herself. She takes a gasping breath, and Changbin looks concerned when he pulls back to look at her.

“You,” she starts, swallows. “You saw us?”

“I did.” He admits. There’s guilt in his voice, but there’s something else, too, and Christina can’t quite place it. “I came down to apologize last night. I felt bad, about the way the day went, so I figured settling it before bed would be a good idea. But when I got here, I saw you through the window.”

Christina takes a shuddering breath. The chill that runs down her spine isn’t one of fear, or anger, like she thinks it should be. “What did you see?”

“I saw Hyunjin, on her knees for you,” he admits. “Felicity, holding you open. I watched you come.”

Fuck.

Her pussy clenches. Changbin blinks in surprise. “T-that…that doesn’t bother you?”

Does it?

She has to blink, to clear away the fog of her orgasm and focus, think rationally.

“How much more did you see?” Is the first thing she thinks to ask. “Did you see more? Or was that it?”

Changbin hesitates. He moves to pull his fingers out, but Christina closes her legs, trapping his hand. “Chanee.”

“Just tell me, Bin.” She says softly, managing to circle her hands around his arm.

“I watched you and Felicity, after. I watched you come then, too. But after that, I left. I didn’t mean to stay and watch as long as I did, I swear, but I just –” He cuts himself off, like he’s embarrassed. “I needed to know what you looked like, how you sounded. It would’ve haunted me for the rest of my life if I walked away without at least finding that out first.”

Christina finds it hard to believe, even harder to speak. She thinks back to last night, thinks about whether or not she even noticed him lurking around, whether or not she sensed someone was watching, or if Felicity or Hyunjin noticed, but nothing comes to mind.

“I’m sorry,” Changbin says, sounding genuinely ashamed. “If you’re angry, or if you want to stop what we’re doing, then –”

She makes a choked sound, shaking her head, nails digging into Changbin’s arms as she moves her hips, grinding against his hand. “No, don’t stop. Not now, please.”

His brows pinch together in concern. “Baby, I shouldn’t –”

“It doesn’t bother me,” she says, and she means it. There’s not a single part of her that’s bothered, or upset at his confession. If anything, it makes what they’re doing, what they’re about to do, so much easier for her. She’d been so worried about finding someone who could understand her needs, someone who wasn’t her friends, who wouldn’t judge her when they figured out what made her feel good.

Changbin watching her last night, staying to see her come, to watch both Felicity and Hyunjin and what they did to make her feel good, solved that problem perfectly.

She punctuates her statement by squeezing her walls to clench around his fingers once more. “Did it bother you? Watching me with them?”

Changbin laughs, it’s a tortured sound, and he looks pained when he admits, “I hate watching you with anyone who isn’t me.”

“Oh,” her laughter turns into a gasp when he crooks his fingers. “Is t-that, is that why you asked me about Hyunjin?”

“Yes,” he admits, his eyes on her face as he slowly starts to fuck his fingers in and out of her cunt. “I saw her stick her hand up your skirt in the backseat, after that party. And then in her apartment, the next morning, the way she was all over you? I thought she was doing it on purpose, trying to gloat or something.”

Christina can’t help but smirk a little. “She was trying to make you jealous, to provoke you into doing something.”

“It worked,” he grunts out, resting his free hand on her knee to nudge her legs apart, then peel her shorts and underwear down her legs.

“What worked?” She lets her legs fall to the side once they’re free, then thinks better of it. She draws her knees up, pulling them up to her chest and placing her hands on the backs of her thighs, holding herself open for him. “Was it when she had me spread open like this?”

Changbin practically growls. He places one hand on the back of her thighs to steady himself, and then he’s working his pinky in alongside his three other fingers, and Christina squeals, the high pitched sound breaking off into a whine when he uses his other hand to lift her shirt, exposing her tits and lowering himself down, taking one into his mouth.

“Bin,” she pants helplessly, trapped under his mouth and at the mercy of his fingers. “Bin please.”

He laugh, flicking at her nipple meanly with his tongue. “Do you even know what you’re begging for?”

“You,” she pouts, squeezing around his thick fingers again. “Please.”

“Okay pretty girl,” he acquiesces. The heat of his mouth and his body is suddenly gone, and Christina cries out in protest when he takes his fingers out of her one by one, legs shaking at the loss.

She doesn’t worry for long, because then he’s shuffling down the bed, and his perfect mouth is licking at her folds, and her entire body feels like molten lava as she relaxes into the bed. His hands rest below her ass, pulling her pussy apart so he can lick at every inch of skin.

“I would tell you to tell me what you like,” he speaks against her folds, “But I think I got a pretty good idea of that last night.”

Christina’s chest heaves, trying to pull in enough air into her lungs when she says, “Prove it.”

Changbin is both gentle yet rough when he flips Christina over onto her hands and knees, pressing her shoulders down till her face is resting against the pillows. He pulls her hips up, tilting her ass and then burying his face in her folds.

The noises he makes as he licks into her are obscene, his fingers digging into the meat of her ass. She cries out every time his tongue runs over her clit, when his nose buries itself into her folds. The finesse with which he takes her apart with just his mouth leaves her gasping for her next breath, clawing at the bedsheets, torn between running from his mouth or pressing back against it.

Her moans get louder and louder as his mouth continues to take her apart. Changbin is a proves to be a quick study – he knows based on just the noises she makes what to do next, when to suck, to lick, to go harder, be softer, to stop, to keep going. Christina can feel herself getting wetter by the minute, but it’s not enough.

She’d learned from her time playing with Hyunjin, Felicity, and Seungmin that as much as she loves having her cunt eaten, she can’t come as quickly based on that alone. She needs something inside, needs to clench around something as she comes in order to feel truly satisfied.

Christina whines his name to tell him just that, but Changbin merely shushes her gently, pressing kisses all around her cunt. “I know baby, I know what you need.”

Two fingers slip inside of her, and Christina moans out in relief. The stretch of his thick digits isn’t as intense as the first time, and she finds herself sagging further into the bed as he fucks them inside, letting her get used to them, get wetter with every stroke.

It doesn’t take her much – Changbin’s so fucking good at what he’s doing that the sounds he’s making with her cunt start to echo loudly in the room, and Christina finds herself moaning more than she normally would, already feeling thoroughly fucked.

He takes her by surprise when he slips in two more fingers at once at the same time that he sucks her clit into his mouth, and hard, even scraping against it with his teeth. Lightning strikes down her spine as she comes, her whole body shaking against his hold, her legs practically too weak to hold her own body up any longer.

Changbin catches her when she goes to collapse on the bed, gently turning her onto her back and crawling on top of her. He brushes her hair out of her face, fingers still sticky with her release, and she can’t even find it in her to care. He distracts her with kisses, and she goes crazy, in disbelief she can taste herself on his tongue.

When he grinds against her, she gasps, peeling off her baby tee and tossing it to the side so she can wrap her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, clinging to him like she’ll die if she lets go.

Christina can feel how hard he is, and she grinds back against him, more than likely wetting the front of his jeans with her arousal. She lets Changbin kiss her, lets him get her wetter, wet enough to be able to take the considerable girth of his cock she can feel even when he’s trapped in his jeans.

“More,” she begs against his mouth. “Please.”

“How much more?” Changbin murmurs, trailing kisses from her mouth to her nose, to the apple of her cheeks. “What do you need?”

“Need you to fuck me,” she sighs when he kisses her forehead, arching her body into his. “But I want to get my mouth on you, first.”

She takes him by surprise when she tightens the grip of her legs around his waist and flips them, laughing at the shock on Changbin’s features. Christina scoots down his lap to be able to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, and he helps her shimmy both his jeans and his underwear down to rest on his thighs, his cock springing free and slapping audibly against his abdomen.

Christina freezes at the sight of it.

It’s big.

Bigger than she expected, definitely bigger than the knotted Bad Dragon dildo, thick and red and angry. He’s already leaking at the tip, the head of his cock shiny and sticky with his arousal, and Christina runs her tongue over her lips, extremely tempted to taste him.

“Fuck,” she breathes, reaching for him before she can really think about it. She makes a circle with her fingers as she grips him, and a little whimper escapes her when her fingers barely meet, at least a few centimeters apart.

Changbin opens his mouth to say something, his expression sincere, and Christina can’t handle whatever gentlemanly bullshit he’s about to spew. She doesn’t need it. She’s hardly a lady – he knows that better than anyone, especially by now – and this is hardly the time for him to treat her like one.

She adjusts herself to straddle one of his thighs and then bends down, taking the head of his cock into her mouth, laving her tongue over the skin before suckling him gently. Changbin groans, his abdomen visibly clenching as his hands fly to her hair, gripping the strands near her scalp. He isn’t pulling, simply holding, bracing himself for what’s to come.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, and Christina feels almost crazy at the confidence boost it gives her, feels her arousal start to drip down her thigh.

Taking him down her throat is a challenge, but she manages a few inches before she has to pull off, a string of spit connecting her mouth to his cock. She makes a show of licking her lips, doesn’t mind the drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as she tries to take him down her throat again.

She didn’t do this much for her ex, and when Felicity, Seungmin, and Hyunjin got her drunk enough, she practiced as much as she could with the toys they had, each one a little bigger than the last. She never tried with the Bad Dragon toy, too afraid, but she supposes it’s a good thing, now, considering how desperately she wants to mold herself to only be able to take his cock from now on.

A deep groan punches its way out of Changbin’s chest, and then he tightens the grip he has in her hair, pulling her off his cock with a small sigh of relief.

“Can’t,” he manages weakly. “I might come.”

“Want you to,” she says easily, stroking his cock with her hand. He lets out a breathy “ah!” when she twists her wrists, his head flopping back against the pillow.

Christina pulls the rest of his jeans and his underwear down his legs until he can kick them off, and then she’s placing a hand on his chest when he tries to get up, pushing him back down on the bed.

“Where are you going?” She asks him, playing up the innocent act she perfected after taking notes from Felicity.

He sighs, reaching for her waist when she straddles his lap. “Wanted to get my mouth on you again.”

“Oh, that’s nice, baby, but…” She positions herself so his cock is right between her folds, and she gives an experimental slide of her hips. They both shiver a little at the slide, at the friction, and his hands squeeze her waist instinctively. “I don’t need your mouth right now, just need your cock.”

Changbin’s brow furrows when she grinds her hips again, the head of his cock catching against her clit, making her eyes flutter. “Chanee, baby,” he practically pleads. “You don’t have to do that for me.”

“It’s for me,” she corrects him, open with the way she pouts, brows furrowed. “You don’t want to fuck me?”

“I do!” He’s quick to say. He sits up then, scooting back until he’s against the headboard, taking her with him as he goes. “I do, but baby…” his voice trails off as his eyes fall to where she sits on top of him, where her cunt’s sliding along his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m worried it might not fit.”

Christina thinks the wicked smile that spreads across her lips is one she learned from Felicity, “Oh baby,” she coos, spreading her legs wider to drop down onto him fully, tucking her folded legs closer to his waist. One hand rests on his shoulder, the other traces a finger across his chest, over his nipple. He shivers at the same time she says, “I’ll make it fit.”

She raises up on her knees, reaching between them to position his cock, and then she’s sinking down, breathing through her nose at the stretch, the way his hot cock slowly sinks inside. She reaches behind her, resting her hands on his knees to be able to keep her balance.

Changbin’s hands tighten on her waist, trying to stop her, to steady her, but she keeps going, breathing through her nose, letting him hear the little whimpers and moans that fight past her lips. She makes it about halfway, she thinks, before she’s rising back up on her knees until just the head of him remains inside, and then she’s sinking right back down, crying out when his mouth lands on her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

“So big, oppa,” she moans, raising up on her knees. She can hear the way she slides against his cock, and her eyes flutter shut as she wraps her arms around his neck, curling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Baby,” he pants, “D-don’t, don’t hurt yourself. Go slow.”

“But oppa,” she gasps when she manages to take a little more of him, rising up again just a little, then slowly sinking back down. “Isn’t that why you fucked me with four of your fingers? So I could take you better?”

“Baby, I –”

“I can, you know,” she tells him. “I have a lot of toys. The girls do, too. We didn’t bring any here, but they’re so fun to play with. I like the bigger ones myself.”

Changbin punches out a breath when she rubs the head of his cock against her clit. “You do?”

“Mhm,” she smiles, “Would use them and pretend it was you.”

“Chanee,” he half-scolds, half-warns.

Christina ignores him, lifting her hips just so she can let herself drop back down, taking the last few inches of his cock inside her until her ass is finally flush with the tops of his thighs, and she clenches around him when it registers just how full she really is.

“Fuck!” Changbin curses, his hands flying from her waist to her face, yanking her to him, seizing her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. It’s messy, mostly tongue and lips and Christina’s officially too cock-drunk to register anything. She can’t focus enough, lets him take control of the kiss, her hips moving in little circles. Stars burst behind her eyelids when the head of his cock manages to kiss her cervix and she keens into his mouth, high pitched and needy.

She can barely breathe when he bucks his hips up a little, bouncing her in his lap, and her nails dig into his legs when he does it again, hitting a spot inside her that has his name practically ripped from her lungs with a desperate cry, her orgasm so close, just right on the precipice, but still out of reach. He does it again, and her vision blurs, a moan caught in her throat.

Changbin’s hands settle on her waist once more, and he scoots himself down the bed, propping his knees up and keeping her in place as he fucks up into her. Tears form in her eyes as she squeezes them shut, slipping down her cheeks. He feels so good, her entire body feels like she’s drunk, fuzzy and loose and happy.

She doesn’t realize her pleasure is leaking out of her in little whimpers and whines until she can hear him calling for her. She feels his hand on her jaw, and her eyes peek open just a little so she can see him.

“There’s my girl. Shhhh,” he soothes, trying to quiet her down. Christina half expects him to pull her down for another kiss, but instead, his thumb gently slips into her mouth, resting on her tongue. “Focus baby, can you focus for me? Focus on me, baby, look at me.”

Her eyes open a little more, and she almost drools around his thumb. He’s a little sweaty, his curls pushed back and exposing his forehead a little. His hard-earned physique looks ridiculously good from where he’s laying between her legs, so much so it’s close to pissing her off.

“What is it?” He asks, his brow furrowed, hand dropping from her mouth, but he doesn’t stop fucking her.

Christina moves her hands from his legs to his chest, nails scraping against the skin of his pecs. She’s sure she’s frowning when she says, “Why are you so fucking hot?”

Changbin blinks at her for a moment, stunned, and then he laughs. He’s smiling at her, so brightly and so affectionately that when he surges up and flips them, all she can manage is a little squeal of surprise.

When she’s on her back, her eyes roll into the back of her head as she shimmies down, trying to get him deeper. He lets out a mean little laugh, propping himself up over her on his forearms.

“Like you’re not the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life,” he scoffs, kissing her so firmly, so deeply that when he slowly lowers himself down, until his entire body weight is against her and his cock is buried to the hilt, her cries are muffled against his mouth.

She feels so warm, so full, and when he plants his hands under her thighs, pushing them up against her chest and holding her open, it’s all she can do not to scream at the way it presses his cock in so deep, deeper than anyone or any toy has ever been inside her.

“This is what I wanted,” he pants, fucking into her harder. “Seeing you propped open? I wanted to do that. I wanted you held open for me.”

“You have it now,” she pants, wrapping her arms around him, needing to be close. “I’m right here.”

Changbin hums, thrusting deep. “You are, Chanee. And you’re not going anywhere. You’re all mine now, aren’t you?”

Christina whimpers as she nods, tilting her head up for a kiss, which Changbin grants her almost immediately. He removes his hands from her thighs, lets her legs fall to wrap around his waist. He holds her face in his hands as he fucks her, never losing rhythm, not letting up.

“Words, baby,” he murmurs against her lips. “Tell me.”

“I’m yours,” she swears, keening high in her throat when his hips punch forward and deep. “You know I am.”

He laughs. “Do I? Does that mean you’ll stop playing with your friends? I’m not like Jeongin, baby, I don’t share.”

Christina whimpers. “W-what?”

Changbin kisses her slow and deep, speaking softly into her mouth. “I can’t stand it, seeing you with someone else. You’re mine now, baby, no one else’s. We’re together. Which means you can’t play with your friends anymore, okay?”

There’s a look in his eyes that’s familiar to Christina now. She’s seen it before – all those times he was concerned, the times he asked about Hyunjin and Christina. It makes sense now.

She’d thought it was desperation.

It’s jealousy.

It clicks into place at the same time his cock bullies its way inside of her again, and she cries out against his jaw. “Bin,” she pleads. Not for him to change his mind, or for him to ask for something else. She pleads for him to understand that it’s not even something he needs to ask for. It’s a given, at this point.

Christina loves her friends. She loves Felicity, Hyunjin, and Seungmin so much. She loves who they are, the way they’ve been able to help her come into her own. She loves that she trusted them enough, and that they trusted each other enough to find solace in one another, to help each other feel comfortable in their own bodies and with their own pleasure.

But even they knew that Changbin was the one her heart belonged to. That there was no one else. She supposes she’ll have to convince him of that, too.

“Please baby.” She begs. “I promise, I swear.”

Chanbin coos, pressing light kisses to her jaw. “I know baby, I know. It’s okay.”

“Fuck,” he moans, “I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. You feel so fucking good.”

“Inside,” she begs. “Inside, please.”

“I wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he promises, dropping a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

He adjusts his stance on the bed, pushing himself deeper, and – as Christina will most likely tell the girls later – fucks her within an inch of her life.

It’s all she can do to hold on, to wrap her arms around him tighter, her nails leaving wicked scratches along his back as his hips drive her to the brink of insanity. He snakes his hand between them, rubbing tight circles along her clit, and her back breaks on an arch, a noise just shy of a scream leaving her throat as she comes.

She registers Changbin cursing, registers the deep groan he lets out, the way it vibrates through his chest and shakes her to the core. She feels the way his hands land on her waist, pulling her down so he can bury himself inside as he comes, the way his cock throbs so hard inside her.

For a moment, Christina feels weightless. She feels like she’s suspended, at peace like she’s never been before. She can feel Changbin’s face buried in her neck, his lips leaving the sweetest kisses along the skin there, his fingers petting through her hair.

When she finally calms down enough, her eyes blink open slowly, coming back to herself in waves. Changbin hears the deep breath she takes and carefully rolls them both, flipping them so Christina’s resting on top of him, cradled close to his chest.

She nuzzles against his skin, and he laughs. “You okay?”

“Never better,” she promises.

He hums, rubbing her back. “You’re not sore or anything? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” she sighs. “I’m perfectly fine.”

They lay there like that for awhile. Christina finds she doesn’t mind it, especially when she can hear the way his heart beats, can feel each intake of breath.

Which means she also feels when he sighs, his arms tightening around her.

“I really am sorry for watching you last night.” He says. “I get it, if you’re upset with me. I know we were um, a little excited, when I brought it up. But if it really does bother you, then –”

She cuts off his unnecessary apology by biting his nipple. Changbin hisses, and then shouts, the decibel of it only egging her on more. Christina playfully tugs on it lightly with her teeth before releasing him.

“What was that for?!” He demands almost immediately.

She sniffs. “I didn’t need or want an apology for that. I doubt the girls do, too. Like I said, it’s okay, Bin. I’m not angry. I never was.”

“Okay,” he says, still sounding slightly unsure.

“Besides,” Chris begins, throwing complete caution to the wind. “That’s not actually the first time you watched me without knowing, is it?”

His whole body tenses beneath her, and the corner of her mouth quirks up in a small, victorious smile.

Changbin swallows. “Chanee, I –”

“It’s okay,” she simpers, trying to burrow herself closer against him. “I didn’t mind back then, either.”

He laughs in disbelief. “How did you even know about that?”

“About you spying on me while I was trying on bikinis? The door was cracked. I saw you walk by when my tits were still out.”

Changbin’s quiet for a moment too long, so Christina lifts her head up to look down at him. He looks guilty, and Christina’s brow furrows.  “What?”

“That…that wasn’t the only time.”

Christina blinks, then smirks. “What a pervert. How many times has it been?”

“If I tell you,” he begins, taking one of her hands in his and lacing their fingers together. “Will it change how you feel?”

“No,” is her immediate answer, and it’s still the truth.

It should scare her, how much what he does doesn’t actually scare her at all.

Changbin smiles. “Then I’ll tell you later. Maybe after you sit on my face a few times.”

“Alright,” she agrees, her eyes fluttering shut. “I can agree to that.”

~

Christina wakes up disoriented and pleasantly sore between her legs. She’s dressed in Changbin’s shirt from earlier, her underwear back in place.

She shifts, feeling bodies on either side of her, and when she opens her eyes, she sees Felicity and Hyunjin laying shirtless on either side of her, their bikini bottoms still on.  Seungmin is crammed in on Hyunjin’s other side, wearing what looks to be one of Jeongin’s shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. It’s still light outside, so she couldn’t have been napping for long.

She moves to get up and go figure out where Changbin is, when little hands fling themselves out and rest on her chest.

“Christina Chanee Bahng,” Felicity murmurs, her voice a little deeper through her sleep. There’s an angry kitten set to her brows. “Don’t you dare.”

“I was just going to look for Changbin,” Christina explains gently.

“He’s on the boat with Jaebeom oppa and the other guys.” comes Hyunjin’s sleepy voice next.

Seungmin makes an unhappy noise. “They’re going to dump his body in the middle of the lake.”

Chris snorts, but lays back down. “Yeah, okay.”

“They would have actually dumped his body in the lake,” Felicity says, “had it not been for JP and Hyunjin getting here and finding you first.”

She bolts upright at that. “What?!”

“He must have fallen asleep after you did,” Hyunjin explains. “Jaebeom told us to come find you both so he could talk about what we were going to do for dinner, so he sent JP oppa and I to find you. And we did.” Hyunjin’s eyebrows wag playfully. “Changbin had the sense to cover you both with the blankets, so we didn’t see much, but we put two and two together.”

“JP’s fine with it, obviously,” Felicity adds. “He said he wasn’t going to mention anything to Jaebeom oppa.”

“You on the other hand,” Seungmin threatens. “Have a lot of details to share. So spill. What happened?”

“You mean other than the three of you defiling my lake house with your respective flings?” Christina teases.

“Wait,” Hyunjin sits up. “Actually?”

“Well,” Christina shrugs. “Technically yes, because that’s what made the two of you be so generous last night. That, and the fact that Changbin came by to see me last night.”

Felicity’s brow raises in suspicion. “But we were with you last night?”

“Did he come by after we went to bed?” Hyunjin asks.

When all Chris can do is blush, Seungmin gasps a little. “No way. He saw you?”

“He watched us?” Felicity squeaks.

“What a little voyeur,” Hyunjin laughs. “Did he get jealous or something?”

Christina doesn’t answer, which causes the other girls to launch into excited gaps.

“He did!” Felicity’s on her knees then, launching herself into Christina’s lap. “You got jealous dick!”

“Very jealous dick.” She corrects.

Seungmin snorts. “Was he ridiculously huge?”

Felicity perks up at that, watching Christina’s face expectantly. “Was he?”

“I do owe you fifty bucks.” She confesses, and Felicity’s next squeal is high pitched.

“I knew it! I told you he’d be huge!” Felicity cries, then shoves at Hyunjin. “I told you she had nothing to worry about.”

“Yes you did, Angel,” Hyunjin placates, then turns to Christina. “Congratulations, unnie, I’m happy you finally got laid.”

“Sorry it means you can’t walk now,” Seungmin teases.

The four of them eventually lay back down, content to rest a little more before the others eventually come back for dinner.

Hyunjin cuddles closer to Christina, poking her in the cheek gently. “Unnie, was Changbin upset? Like, mad?”

Christina shakes her head. “No, he wasn’t mad. Jealous? Yes, but not mad. And I was right, he definitely thought you and I were dating.”

Felicity snorts. “Why on earth would he think that?”

“Because he clearly sees that I love her more than you do.” Hyunjin sneers.

“Play nicely, children, or no one gets to play for the rest of the weekend.”

“Oh,” Christina says, remembering. “Also, I’m pretty sure Changbin and I are dating now? And he doesn’t share, so. So I, uh, I can’t ‘play’ with you guys anymore.”

There’s silence.

When Christina lifts her head to look at her friends, they’re wearing matching frowns.

“What.” Felicity deadpans.

Christina frowns. “Well, I mean –”

Hyunjin’s climbing on top of Christina in the next second, straddling her waist and looking down at her with a grumpy expression. “That’s not up to him to decide.”

“Even Jeongin doesn’t get a say like that,” Seungmin points out.

“Minho and Jisung won’t either,” Felicity points out.

“Maybe,” Hyunjin coos, reaching for the hem of Christina’s – Changbin’s – shirt. “If we let him watch us a little more, he’ll change his mind.”

“Hyunjin –”

“Hush, unnie.” Felicity smiles, all mischief and gremlin. “Changbin’s just going to have to deal with it.”