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It was well known that Jihoon’s favorite people in the world were Dohoon and Youngjae.
He was given the nickname “Youngjae’s biggest fan” for a reason, constantly following around and obsessing over the older. He always found a way to bring him up in conversation, even when Youngjae wasn’t present.
Jihoon never stopped bothering Dohoon, either. They constantly teased each other, and the younger couldn’t seem to get his hands off Dohoon. He loved the way the older reacted, and always relished in his laughter and whines of “annoyance”.
So yes, he loved Dohoon and Youngjae.
One might say his feelings go a bit beyond friendship. You can’t love someone that much, and it can only be platonic, right?
Jihoon wasn’t so sure.
His heart would skip a beat every time he went down the Twitter rabbit hole and found stories written by fans, him and his members doing obscene things to each other in each post.
And then there was the art as well. People would draw him with another member, often dominating them in one way or another.
Jihoon wasn’t sure he could do that, but if the fans thought so, they must be right.
The dancer is often viewed as more dominant, initiating skinship and flirting with other members. So he understands why people would assume he could act like that in a relationship as well.
What they didn’t seem to realize is the way he gets flustered the second anyone else initiates flirting or skinship. Even a simple compliment sends him spluttering for a response.
But after reading all those stories, he knows that the fans are probably right. He could definitely do all those things they envisioned.
Anyways, his heart would skip a beat whenever he read such things. Perhaps he was just flustered reading such things about himself, or perhaps he wanted them to be real.
He wouldn’t know, unless those words came to fruition.
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It was late at night when Jihoon and Dohoon’s hotel room opened, revealing his roommate and Youngjae who waddled behind.
Jihoon looked up momentarily before going back to scrolling on his phone. He assumed Youngjae came in to grab something, or borrow their shower so he wouldn’t have to wait for Shinyu to finish.
The boy continued his Twitter searching until he heard someone awkwardly clear their throat.
“...Jihoon?”
The dancer looked up, his eyes meeting two faces that both looked incredibly nervous. They were fidgeting with their hands while their eyes kept darting to each other and then to Jihoon.
Jihoon grew worried as he surveyed them, wondering what they were going to say that would cause such fear.
“Yeah? What’s wrong, hyungs?”
“Could we talk for a second?”
“Um, sure.”
The two slowly made their way over to Jihoon’s bed, both taking a seat on the mattress before continuing.
“So we had a question for you”.
“A mutually beneficial idea”.
“Go on…”
“So- uh. Sorry, this is kinda awkward. You know how we’re idols?”
Jihoon’s eyebrows furrowed, “Duh?”
“Well, since we’re idols, we can’t do certain things right?”
“Like dating, or engaging in certain activities?”
Were they gonna ask him to cover for their double date or something?
“Yeah, hyung. I know that. We were all there when they talked with us about it, remember?”
“Well, we were thinking. Wouldn’t it be easier if we just did that kinda stuff amongst ourselves?”
Jihoon’s face quickly reddened.
“I-uh- What? Do what together?”
“You know!” Youngjae replied, exasperated, as if he was too shy to finish his sentence. “Like, sexual stuff…”
The room was quiet for a second, a new feeling in the air.
“You wanna do that stuff… with me?”
“... Well yeah”.
Jihoon recalled all of the fanart and stories he had read about this exact situation.
Jihoon huffed. It seems like they needed Jihoon to swoop in and save the day. As expected.
“Sure, why not?”
Dohoon and Youngjae’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, what’s there to lose?”
Jihoon could finally show off the side of himself that he only saw in fanart and on Postype.
He was (definitely) stronger than both of them, so how hard could it be?
The older two visibly gulped as they received confirmation, Youngjae diving for Jihoon before his brain could compute what was happening.
He ferociously attacked Jihoon’s lips, making the younger sink deeper into the bed.
Jihoon had never been kissed before, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do.
He tried to move his lips along with Youngjae’s, not able to keep up with the force.
He felt a tongue prod at his lips, so Jihoon opened his mouth, still in shock at what was happening.
Five minutes ago, he was reading fanfiction about Youngjae. And now, the boy’s tongue is inside of his mouth?
Youngjae’s tongue collided with his own, its wetness lighting up Jihoon's senses.
Jihoon looked over to check on Dohoon, but the boy just stared, amazed. He seemed to be enjoying the view, so Jihoon didn’t question it for now.
The silver haired boy let out small noises of pleasure, much to the other two’s enjoyment.
Youngjae abruptly stopped, which was when Jihoon thought it was time for him to take the lead.
Unexpectedly, instead of pushing Youngjae onto the bed, he was the one getting pushed down.
“Sorry, I can’t wait any longer," Youngjae hurriedly spoke. “Is it fine if I take this off?” He fiddled with the string on Jihoon’s sweatpants.
The younger one just nodded his head, letting it all happen.
He watched as Youngjae wrestled with the fabric before taking it off, removing his underwear with it.
His lower half was completely naked, leaving him feeling a bit shy.
Before he could get self-conscious, Dohoon brought him in for another kiss. He hadn’t even noticed the boy move from his spot, but he seemed to take his opportunity.
Dohoon was somehow hungrier than Youngjae, his tongue moving with a wild ferocity.
He tangled his hands in Jihoon’s hair, trying to get them even closer.
He felt cold hands move around his body, caressing his stomach and then his thighs.
His breathing picked up out of anticipation.
He knew he should be throwing Youngjae over his shoulder and stripping Dohoon (at least, according to the latest fic he read), but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want his dick to be touched.
He could do all that later, anyway.
He felt Dohoon’s hand slide up his shirt, caressing his skin, fingers rolling around his nipples.
The older began to feel around his chest, practically groping the dancer as he did.
Jihoon was so caught up in what Dohoon was doing that he didn’t register the sound of a bottle uncapping, gel dripping onto Youngjae’s nimble fingers.
Without warning, he suddenly felt a finger circle around his hole before entering him.
He gasped, leaning back from the kiss. His hands moved to grip Dohoon’s shoulders as he stared at Youngjae in shock.
“Wh- what- what are you doing?” He asked, eyes wide.
Youngjae spoke as if he were in a trance, eyes not leaving the sight below him. “What we agreed on, obviously.”
He slowly began to move his finger in and out, a weird sensation building inside of Jihoon.
It seemed that Dohoon noticed how overwhelmed Jihoon was becoming, stopping what he was doing and gently rubbing circles around his shoulders.
His eyes scrunched up as he was trying to figure out what to make of this new feeling. It felt good, just foreign, something he didn’t quite understand.
Youngjae eventually added a second finger, his hands moving with a purpose. Jihoon’s breath became shaky as the speed increased.
The older eventually found what he was looking for, his finger hitting a particular place that made Jihoon twitch.
“Ah-” He moaned before he could stop himself.
Youngjae and Dohoon paused their actions, staring at him in shock.
Jihoon quickly moved to cover his mouth, surprised at the sound he just made.
All three watched as Youngjae moved his finger back into Jihoon, testing out the same spot.
“Ah!” he made the same noise as before, high-pitched and needy.
The older two shared a look, and Jihoon swears they both smiled at the sound he made.
Youngjae started thrusting his fingers, constantly hitting that same spot.
Jihoon's legs jolted as the unexpected pleasure overcame him.
The movements continued, fingers moving around inside of him until his hyungs were satisfied.
After what seemed like forever, Youngjae removed his fingers.
He looked at Dohoon.
“Do you wanna go first, or should I?”
“Umm… Jihoonnie, who do you want to go first?”
The younger was already exhausted. This was not what he thought would happen. But he seemed to be the only one who thought he’d be on top.
He thought deeply. Dohoon would probably be rough, so maybe he should choose Youngjae first?
“...Youngjae”, he quietly spoke, earning a flustered smile from the boy in front of him.
He watched as the older man undressed himself, and he could sense the boy behind him doing the same.
He took a peek at Youngjae’s lower area, shocked at what he saw.
He always came off as the kinda guy to have a smaller dick. But that was not small.
Jihoon turned to take a quick look at Dohoon, who had a surprising size as well. Nothing crazy, just a bit larger than his own, but still bigger than he expected.
Youngjae unwrapped a condom and put it on his already hard dick, eyes glassy from desire. He somehow looked more nervous than Jihoon, which made sense, given his personality.
“Hyungs gonna put it in now…”
Jihon took a deep breath as he entered, a new sensation filling up his lower body.
It was… different. Not bad, definitely not bad. But not something he was used to. It felt a lot different than Youngjae’s fingers, much more intense and overwhelming.
Eventually, Youngjae was all the way in.
He could tell Youngjae was big, but now that he was inside of him, he felt huge.
It was already a mind-boggling feeling, Youngjae filling him up more than he thought was possible.
The slightest movement caused his toes to curl, a constant pleasure existing inside of him.
The older’s head was down, soft brown hair draping over his head as he tried to get used to the immense pleasure he was surrounded by.
Youngjae looked like he was in heaven, biting his lip as he tried to get used to how good the tightness felt.
He looked up, eyes desperate.
“Can I move now?”
Jihoon, worried that if he spoke, a moan would slip now, nodded, noticing Dohoon slipped a hand to his own dick as Youngjae began to move.
All it took was one thrust for Jihoon to realize we wouldn’t be able to keep his voice down.
Every part of him felt hot, and every thrust hit the place where it felt so good he couldn’t control himself.
Youngjae’s movements sped up as he relished in the feeling, causing Jihoon to let out broken moans.
“Ah- Oh my god- Hyung-”
Youngjae fervently moved his body, with much more strength than Jihoon remembered him having.
While Jihoon imagined Youngjae moving slowly inside of him, gentle and light, the older was the complete opposite.
His eyebrows knit together as he groaned, eyes lidded as he watched the sight below him.
“Does it feel good, Jihoon? Is Hyung making you feel good?” Sweat began to coat their foreheads as their pleasure grew.
“It feels so good, hyung- You’re so- ugh- big-”.
Youngjae moaned from that sentence alone.
He slammed into Jihoon, hitting the same spot over and over again. He felt like he could cum just from that, but he needed a little bit more sensation.
That immense pleasure he felt before was now constant. He lifted a hand towards his own dick before Youngjae stopped him, grabbing Jihoon’s cock and messily jerking him off.
Youngjae’s thrusts grew rougher, moans coming from the older's mouth as he reached his peak.
“H-hyung’s gonna come. Oh my god- You feel so good-”
His grip on Jihoon’s dick tightened, his thumb fervently rubbing over his tip as Dohoon used his free hand to grope his chest.
He heard Dohoon’s grunts behind him and eventually felt his chest get painted in come, white strings falling on top of him.
Youngjae came soon after, Jihoon cumming with him.
His body twitched as Youngjae continued to pump his dick, still thrusting into his hole as he chased his orgasm.
Youngjae eventually pulled out, Jihoon heavily breathing below him.
But he could tell Youngjae was far from over.
He flipped Jihoon onto his stomach (seriously, when did he get this strong?), and as he heard the sound of a second condom unwrapping, he was face-to-face with Dohoon's dick.
“I can’t contain myself anymore- Can you suck me off?”
Dohoon hadn’t gotten any real enjoyment that night, so Jihoon thought he deserved it.
The younger slightly opened his mouth, an invitation.
Dohoon moved his already hard cock into Jihoon’s mouth, the younger gasping as Youngjae reentered him at the same time.
Youngjae began to thrust into him, the new position allowing him a better hold on Jihoon’s hips.
His movements seemed even harsher than before, hitting into him without a second to waste.
The movement forced Dohoon’s cock deeper down his throat.
He could barely focus on giving a proper blow job (not that he knew how to) due to the insane stimulation he was feeling, but the movement from Youngjae seemed to be giving Dohoon the pleasure he desired.
Youngjae removed one hand from Jihoon’s hip, using it to grab onto his ass, allowing Youngjae to enter even deeper inside.
He continued to grip onto his ass, squeezing in a way that left Jihoon in paradise.
The idea of Youngjae fucking into him as he roughly moved his cock was incredibly arousing.
The fact that everyone thought Youngjae was submissive and weak. But here he was, driving himself into Jihoon over and over again.
His mouth was full, his moans vibrating and causing his throat to move around Dohoon.
He stared up at the boy, eyes teary. Dohoon stared back at him and moaned at the sight.
He lightly gripped onto Jihoon’s silver hair and spoke, voice grainy.
“Jihoon- Look at me, Jihoon”.
Jihoon stared up at him, eyes watering as Youngjae continued to hit that spot that felt especially good.
He looked so good, and that’s what brought Dohoon to a quick finish.
He quickly pulled out, and his cum splattered on the bed, right below Jihoon.
The sight seemed to have pleased Youngjae as well, who finished not long after.
Youngjae once again pulled out, and Jihoon crumpled onto the bed, moving around so he was once again lying on his back.
After taking a moment to collect himself, he noticed the two older boys staring at him.
Youngjar rubbed his shoulder. “Hey Jihoon-ah?”
“Hmm?” Jihoon stared at him tiredly.
“Do you think Dohoon could try too?”
Oh, he forgot that Dohoon hadn’t had actual sex yet.
The dancer moved his head around and saw Dohoon, who looked needy, which would make sense since he had been waiting this whole time.
The older couldn’t take his eyes off of Jihoon’s lower area, his dick hard as if he was waiting to tackle him.
“Yeah, he can…” Jihoon replied. He trusted Dohoon with this. He was aware of how well Dohoon knew him, so he wasn’t worried the singer would do anything Jihoon didn’t like.
Not wasting any time, Dohoon got to business.
He quickly grabbed a condom and slid it on, moving closer to Jihoon on the bed and hovering over him.
He brought his mouth down to his chest, sucking and nipping at Jihoon’s nipple as he grabbed the lube from beside him and spread it on his dick.
He shifted himself on the bed and moved to align himself with Jihoon’s hole.
Dohoon slowly entered.
The sensation was unexpectedly different. Jihoon assumed that it would feel the same as Youngjae, but it didn’t.
Before he could think, Dohoon brought himself down to Jihoon’s face and attached their lips.
As he sloppily moved his tongue in Jihoon’s mouth, the singer started to thrust into him.
Jihoon tilted his head back, unable to control the sounds he made.
While Youngjae was rough, Dohoon was more… dominant?
His movements made Jihoon feel submissive, almost as if he belonged to Dohoon.
“You’re taking me so well, Jihoon-”. Dohoon gave a small, mischievous smile as he moved back and lifted Jihoon’s legs.
Jihoon’s flexibility was put to the test as Dohoon pushed his legs onto his chest, grip tight as he gave himself more room to move deeper into Jihoon.
The dancer had never felt less in power than he was now. The way Dohoon held onto him, the way he looked at him, all of it reminded him that Dohoon was the one in charge.
“Jerk him off until he comes,” the older told Youngjae, who happily obliged.
Jihoon had never felt so manhandled in his life. He was being touched all over by his two favorite hyungs.
Dohoon continued to move fervently, rocking back and forth into Jihoon as if it were the best feeling in the world.
It didn’t take long for Jihoon to cum, Youngjae’s hand slowing its movements as the younger came.
But, even though Youngjae eventually moved his fingers, Dohoon kept his movements strong and full of hunger.
Jihoon let out a high-pitched sound as overstimulation overtook him.
“Bu-but I just came hyung-” he could barely speak, his hands balling into fists and then uncurling as if he didn’t know what to do with himself.
Dohoon didn’t stop though; the movements continued, the singer quickly attaching himself to Jihoon’s plump lips.
He eventually brought his hand to Jihoon’s dick, pumping the sensitive area with vigor.
Jihoon’s moans became whines as Dohoon began to thrust even faster, the pleasure becoming too much for him.
“Fuck- Jihoon- I’m gonna come-”
He slammed into Jihoon a few more times before finishing, his movements becoming rigid as he chased the feeling.
Eventually, Jihoon came once again, a beautiful sound coming from the back of his throat as he orgasmed.
He lay on the bed as Dohoon pulled out, eyes wide as he tried to come to terms with what just happened, what pleasure he just felt.
That certainly wasn’t how he expected things to go.
More than that, his mind was blown at how Youngjae and Dohoon had absolutely wrecked him. They were known for being the soft members, though Jihoon now knew that wasn’t the case.
“Dohoon-ah, let’s clean up a bit before we continue,” Youngjae said, before turning his attention to Jihoon.
Dohoon began to throw a few things away and flatten out the blankets. He used a wet towelette to wipe down Jihoon’s body and face. It didn’t seem like they wanted the youngest to help, which was good since Jihoon wasn’t sure he’d be able to stand up if he tried.
“Jihoon, let me get you some water, okay?” The older boy got up to retrieve a water bottle from the mini fridge.
The dancer nodded before replaying Youngjae's previous statement in his head.
“Wait… continue?” Jihoon asked, bewildered.
Dohoon stared at the dancer as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.“Yeah, dummy. We haven’t even sucked you off yet- Or had you ride us, or eaten you out, or-”
Youngjae gave Jihoon the water bottle, taking a few sips before handing it back to the older.
“Only if you want to, Jihoon-ah”.
“No, it’s fine- I do”.
As Youngjae brought his lips back to Jihoon’s, he could only think of one thing.
Thank god we don’t have any schedules tomorrow.