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“Baby?”
Chan lifts his head, pulling his attention from the track he’s producing to glance toward the open door of his office. He waits to see if Felicity shows up in the doorway, to see if he truly had heard her call out for him, before he takes off his headphones.
“Channie?”
“In the office, angel,” he calls back, and a few seconds later, Felicity wanders into view. “Hi, beautiful,” Chan says, rolling his chair back as he pats his thighs, calling her forward. She shuffles forward, one hand on the lower slope of her belly, and climbs into his lap easily.
“Hi,” she says softly, curling forward to kiss him. His hands come up to brace her low back, fingers digging into the muscle in the way he knows soothes some of her discomfort. Felicity slumps into him with an appreciative hum. “Oh, that feels good.”
“How’s my little one today?” Chan asks, kissing her temple.
“Good. I think he’s trying to dislocate my rib, though. The little fucker is kicking like crazy today.” Felicity brings her hand up to the top of her belly, glancing down at it. “He’s definitely his father’s son.”
Chan chuckles, continuing to rub at her back. “My future high-performance athlete is torturing his mum, isn’t he?” He laughs harder when Felicity grumbles. “Do you want to take a warm bath? You know he settles down when you do.”
Felicity shakes her head. “It’s okay, I think he’s settling down anyway. I had a question for you, though.”
“What’s up, my love?” Chan asks as he leans back in his chair, pulling Felicity closer.
“So, remember how we introduced Jisu to Minho last month?”
Chan leans forward to kiss her nose, smiling when she scrunches it. “Yeah.”
“Okay, well, apparently, he’s got a little crush on her now,” Felicity says, toying with the strings of Chan’s hoodie.
“Isn’t that good news?”
“Well, yes, but… Hyunjin is flying back to Seoul for the holidays in a few days and she usually always stays with Minho in the city. Except now that he’s trying to get to know Jisu, he doesn’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Jisu would probably try to make out with Hyunjin, not going to lie,” Chan snorts.
“What? Seriously?” Felicity blinks, then shakes her head. “We’ll come back to that later. Anyway, I was going to ask if you’d be okay if Hyunjin stayed here with us instead.”
“Lix,” Chan licks his lips, already knowing what she’s going to say when he says, “this is your house–”
“It’s our house,” she interjects, “you live here now.”
“–but it’s still yours, and Hyunjin is your best friend. I’m never going to say no to that.” Chan sighs, lifting a hand and waving it in the air aimlessly. “Besides, this house is huge. I’ve been here a month and I still don’t think I’ve been in every room yet.”
Felicity swats his chest playfully. “Do you want a tour?” she teases, all but purring into his ear. “There’s still a few rooms we’ve yet to christen.”
Chan groans, letting his head fall forward until his forehead thunks against her clavicle. “You’re a minx.”
Felicity laughs, the vibrations of her chest jostling his head. “Oh noooo,” she says with mock sympathy, “my life is so hard! My pregnant girlfriend still wants to get railed. Woe is me.”
Chan lifts his head, tucking his tongue into his cheek as Felicity laughs harder, her small hands cradling his jaw. “Brat,” he bites back, which sends Felicity into a series of self-satisfied giggles. He gives in to the urge to pull her down for a slow kiss, one that has her arching into him. Her swollen belly presses into his abdomen and against his cock, and Chan groans at the knowledge that he did that—he put that baby inside of her.
It’s subtle, the way that Felicity shifts her nightgown. He feels the satin bunch up underneath his fingers, instinctively sprawling across her warm skin the way leaves climb toward the sun. She rocks forward, enough for Chan to get his hand down under her leg and press his finger tips against her molten core, feeling her wetness seep into the cotton gusset of her panties at his touch.
“Daddy,” she whispers as she drags her mouth across his jaw—which is, well, new but not that new. She’d taken to using the term a couple months ago, right around the time they’d found out the baby’s going to be a boy; after the ultrasound tech had said something to him during the appointment.
“Congratulations, appa, it’s a boy!” the woman cheered, grinning at him through her disposable face mask.
They hadn’t even made it into the elevator before Felicity was pushing him against the wall to whisper, “Appa—Daddy,” hungrily in his ear. That night, just as the clock struck midnight to ring in his twenty-fifth birthday, she’d screamed it out as she rode him, and Chan had cum so hard, he’d nearly passed out.
Felicity shifts back, grinding into his fingers, moaning against his throat. Chan feels her hands at his waistband, and he brings his free hand around to help her pull his cock free from his sweatpants. Neither one speaks as they work in tandem to get him lined up—Felicity lifts up, her fingers slowly stroking him as he uses his damp fingers to tug her panties to the side, just enough to expose her sopping cunt. It’s pure instinct that guides him forward, like a carrier pigeon who can always find his way back. He’s spent thirty weeks navigating back to her, always coming home as she notches him against her entrance and he slides inside.
Hyunjin arrives the Saturday before Christmas.
Chan picks her up from Incheon while Felicity takes Chaeryeong to her last dance practice of the year. Her meds are so effective now, six months later, that her mysterious symptoms had all but disappeared. Minho didn’t like that they still had no official diagnosis for the fatigue and muscle spasms that had been plaguing her for a year, but Felicity and Chan were just happy to see Chaeryeong thriving.
“Ah, Channie!”
Hyunjin flits over to him from the baggage claim carousel, her oversized sunglasses shoved up into her dark hair. He’d forgotten how stunning she is in person, since he hasn’t seen her since June when she visited after Chaeryeong’s birthday—when she’d figured out that Felicity was pregnant.
Chan jogs over with a smile on his face, letting Hyunjin sweep him into a hug. She’s bare-faced, the mole under her eye uncovered. “Hey Jinnie, how was your flight?”
She rolls her eyes. “Dreadfully long.” Hyunjin steps back, turning toward the carousel where she’s already pulled her bags off and left them in a pile. He follows her, swatting her out of the way when she reaches to pick up a duffel.
“Nope,” he insists, grabbing the shoulder strap to sling it over his head. “I’ve got the bags.”
“What a gentleman,” Hyunjin giggles, squatting gracefully to grab the smallest of her bags: a small traincase. “Lix really hit the jackpot, hm?”
Chan blushes, ignoring the compliment as he leads them toward the parking garage. They make small-talk about the flight from Milan as they walk, and then Hyunjin compliments him when they make it to the car.
“Oh! Lix mentioned you traded in your car, but she didn’t mention what you chose.” Hyunjin runs a hand over the sleek hood of the SUV. “A proper family car.”
Chan laughs, if only to hide the flush of his cheeks. He’s never been good at compliments. “Ah, yeah. I mean, Lix has the S-Class, but my old car wasn’t going to fit a car seat in it,” he says as he loads Hyunjin’s bags into the trunk. Hyunjin nods, her eyes tracking him as he lifts each carrier. Chan knows they’re expensive, can see the Versace logos on each piece, so he doesn’t mind the scrutinous gaze as she clearly watches to ensure he makes no mistakes, causes no damage to the luggage. “Plus, pretty soon, Lix’ll be too big to drive, and I just wanted to make sure that I got something really safe, y’know?”
Hyunjin hums, letting Chan open the passenger door for her. The conversation flows easily for the drive back to the house, and Chan pulls into the second bay of the garage just as Felicity and Chaeryeong are getting out of the Mercedes next to them.
“Aunty Jinnie!” Chaeryeong shouts as she races into Hyunjin’s arms.
Chan carries Hyunjin’s bags into the house and up the stairs to the guest suite Felicity had set up for her. It’s the largest of all the guest rooms in the house, in the same wing of the house as Chaeryeong’s room on the polar opposite side of the house from the main bedroom. Chan supposes it’s to give them all a sense of privacy, since—despite being almost seven months pregnant—Felicity still manages to get Chan inside of her every day.
His office and the room they’d turned into the nursery are the only rooms in the same wing as their bedroom. And for good reason, too—Felicity is loud.
Wooyoung has lunch laid out for them by the time Chan wanders back downstairs, and Hyunjin asks him to dine with them, but he apologizes for his other plans and promises to join them on Monday when he returns.
The house feels warmer with Hyunjin in it, Chan finds. He feels less guilty shutting himself away in his office to get some work done while he can hear the faint tinkling of Felicity’s laughter from the living room. Felicity gives Hyunjin the keys to her little red Audi, and Hyunjin brings takeout home on Sunday, more food than the four of them can possibly eat.
“We should invite Minho,” Felicity suggests, and Hyunjin smiles deviously.
“I already did,” she preens, her tongue caught between her teeth when she smiles. “And he’s bringing Jisu, so I told him to invite the others. They’ll be here soon.”
Chan is delighted to see his friends, their impromptu family dinner (as Chaeryeong has taken to calling it when the others come over) making him smile and laugh until his cheeks hurt.
Monday and Tuesday, Chan works late into the evenings between forced breaks for meals. He’s got one last track to finish, managing to submit it by 8PM Tuesday, just as Hyunjin marches in and drags him out of his office. “It’s Christmas Eve Eve, Channie! No more working, come spend time with your wifey and daughter.”
Chan likes the way Hyunjin always talks about him in the context of Felicity and Chaeryeong’s futures, so he lets himself be pulled from his chair with a giggle, and then they’re in the lounge off of Felicity’s home office, a cozy room with a fireplace and plenty of plush seating. Felicity’s relaxed on a chaise while Chaeryeong is laying on the floor playing Monopoly with her friend that lives down the street—Yuna is her name, Chan remembers. He’d forgotten that Yuna was coming for a sleepover.
“Hi, my love,” Chan says as he bends over to kiss Felicity.
She blinks up at him, a smile spreading on her face. “Hi, baby,” she answers. “Did you finish the song?”
He grabs her shoulders, pulling her up slightly so he can slot himself in behind her. She settles into him with a soft sigh. “I did,” he says as he kisses her temple, then shoots a grin at Hyunjin. “Thankfully, it was just a couple of minutes before Jinnie came to find me.”
Felicity giggles as she turns toward Hyunjin, who has draped herself sideways over an armchair near the fireplace. “You should be with your family, not cooped up in your office,” she sniffs, and Felicity pats Chan’s arm as it settles around her.
“She’s right,” Felicity says softly, tilting her head to pucker her lips toward him in search of another kiss. He obliges, and then she says, “but I’m glad you finished.”
“Me too. What have I missed?”
Chaeryeong and Yuna are ushered upstairs to bed an hour later, despite the adults knowing that the girls won’t immediately go to sleep. Hyunjin tucks them in with a few water bottles and strict instructions not to stay up past midnight, and Chan watches from his spot in the hallway, his arms crossed as he leans against the wall, as Hyunjin bends over to kiss each girl goodnight, right on the center of their foreheads.
“You’re good with them,” he tells her as they descend the stairs. “Do you think you’ll ever want to have kids?”
Hyunjin shrugs. “One day. I’ll be 30 in a few months, so I’ve still got some time.”
Felicity isn’t in the lounge when they walk back in, and Chan frowns. He turns to go look for her, but she’s walking into the room just then. “I brought some wine for you guys!” She holds up an open bottle of red, two wine goblets criss-crossed by their stems in her fingers over its neck.
“Why are you up? Sit back down and relax. I could have gotten that!” Hyunjin chides, rushing over to take the glasses and bottle from her hands.
Felicity holds up her other hand, a bag of microwave popcorn dangling from it. “I had a craving.”
Chan settles back onto the couch and pulls Felicity into his lap again, hooking his chin over her shoulder as Hyunjin pours two glasses of wine, handing him one before she takes the other and folds her legs under herself in the armchair. Without the kids around, Felicity and Hyunjin begin talking about their work—industry events, fellow models, gossip that Felicity has missed. She hasn’t done a shoot since her pregnancy announcement, even though they have belly bump photos planned for late January.
“I hooked up with Matthew again,” Hyunjin says with a giggle, which makes Felicity gasp.
“Oh my god! I thought you weren’t going to do that?! You said no more idols.”
Hyunjin shrugs, hiding her smile in her wine glass as she takes a sip. “I can’t help it. He fucks like a gorilla,” she groans, her eyes rolling back as if in memory. Chan’s neck feels a little hot, all of a sudden.
Felicity giggles, her head tilting back as her eyes sparkle up at Chan. “I know the feeling.”
Hyunjin grins wickedly, and Chan slips his fingers into his collar to tug his shirt away from his neck. “Well, we’re not all so lucky to find our own Channie.”
Chan chokes on the sip of wine he takes, spluttering into the glass as both women laugh. “What?” he squeaks, awkward and shy. “I’m–”
“Come on, Chan-ah,” Hyunjin croons, waving her glass at him. “You have to know what a catch you are.”
Felicity’s arm comes up, her hand pressing to his cheek over her shoulder. “He is,” she agrees, beaming at him, and Chan tries to bury his face into her neck.
“Am not,” he protests weakly, the tips of his ears flaming.
“You are,” Hyunjin says firmly. “I’d give anything to find a guy like you.”
A couple hours later, Chan is helping Felicity into bed when she says something he’s not expecting.
“Chris,” she begins, pressing her palm to his chest as her hair fans out over the pillow. “You love me, right?”
He smiles down at her, leaning over the bed as he is. “More than anything, Lix.”
“And you’d do anything for me?”
“Of course, my love.”
Then she says it—the thing that alters the course of his entire life: “I want you to fuck Hyunjin.”
Chan’s face slackens in shock, his back going rigid as he stands upright. “What?!” he balks, staring forward, his eyes unfocusing somewhere over the Egyptian cotton duvet.
Felicity sits up, her hand reaching for him. “I want you to fuck Hyunjin.”
Hearing it a second time doesn’t make it make any more sense than it did the first time. “I don’t– I don’t understand.”
Felicity sighs, her hand finally reaching his neck. She tugs him down, and he has to catch himself, twisting as he lands on the bed awkwardly beside her. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately,” she admits, which makes Chan’s skin tingle. “We’re having a baby, we live together, we’ve talked about marriage. It’s a lot, Chris. I already have a daughter–”
Chan pushes up to bring his face level to hers. “I love Chaeryeong, Lix, you know that—I love her as if she’s my kid.”
Felicity’s face softens in fondness. “I know, baby. I’m just—you’re so much younger, and now you’re basically speed-running a family with the first woman you’ve ever slept with.”
Ah, he realizes now. He reaches for her hand, cradling it in his own as he brings it to his lips to kiss the back of it. “I don’t care about that, sweetheart. You’re the only woman I need.”
Felicity moves her hand to his cheek, her thumb running under his eye as she looks at him with love. “That’s so sweet, Chris,” she murmurs, dipping forward to press their lips together softly. Then she pulls back, clears her throat. “Unfortunately, I still want you to experience another woman, and I trust Hyunjin.”
Chan sighs. “I don’t– babe, I don’t know.”
“It’ll be fine, my love.”
“Even if I were to agree, what about Hyunjin? What makes you think she’d even agree?”
“Oh. Well, uh,” Felicity stammers, glancing down at her hands. “Do you remember how I told you that Minho and Hyunjin hooked up for a while when we were separated?”
Chan nods. “Yeah.”
Felicity sighs. “I wasn’t entirely truthful. They started sleeping together before that.”
“What? When–”
“For most of our marriage? It– it started when I was pregnant with Chaeryeong. I discovered I had a… kink for watching them together.”
Chan stares at his girlfriend in disbelief. “You like being cucked?!”
Felicity bursts out laughing, a manic giggle that eventually infects Chan too, and then they’re both laughing. “Well I’ve never quite phrased it like that!” Felicity squeaks between laughs, trailing off into a hum. “I mean, Minho and I were never exactly attracted to each other, but Hyunjin made our sex life more exciting.”
“So you just…” Chan waves his hands without direction. “You just got off on watching them?”
“For the most part.” Felicity shuffles backward to lean against the headboard. “While I was pregnant, that’s all it was. Afterward, once they confirmed that I was still okay with the arrangement—that I enjoyed it—my presence became a little more participatory.”
Chan swallows at the thought, clearing his throat. “How, uh. How so?”
Felicity’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, a grin spreading on her face. “I would sit on one of their faces, usually.”
The mental image short-circuits Chan. “You– Hyunjin…”
Felicity leans forward, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Oh, yeah, Daddy,” she whispers. “Hyunjin’s very good with her mouth.”
Chan isn’t proud of the noise he makes. In his defense, he’s had three glasses of wine with the two most beautiful women he’s ever seen in his life, one of whom is carrying his child, and he just found out that they’ve had sex with each other.
Weaker men have crumbled for less.
“Lix–”
“Do you want that, Chris?” she husks, slowly crawling into his lap. His arms wrap around her automatically as he shudders. Her arms wind around his neck as she whispers into his ear, “do you want to watch Jinnie make me cum on her tongue as you fuck her?”
“Oh my god,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Answer the question, baby,” she murmurs, scraping her teeth over his jaw, sucking a quick mark under his ear. “Do you want it?”
“Y-yes,” Chan moans, his head whipping around to capture hers for a kiss, filthy and hard and desperate. They’d had sex that morning before getting out of bed, but Chan still lays her back gently, rolling her onto her side until he can slip between her legs and work his hand into her pajama pants. He makes Felicity cum twice on his fingers before he finally tugs the pants off and feeds his cock into her, wrapping his hand over her mouth to cut off the wicked ideas she’s feeding him about her and Hyunjin together.
When Chan wakes up on Christmas Eve, he’s alone in bed.
Felicity is at the kitchen table with Chaeryeong, sitting in front of her laptop as they talk to it. Chan comes closer and sees the video feed of Felicity’s mom and sister.
“Hi, Chris!” Olivia says when she catches sight of him. He waves as he approaches, ducking between Felicity and Chaeryeong’s chairs to say hi.
“Hi, Mrs. Lee, Liv. Merry Christmas,” he says back, twisting his head to kiss Chaeryeong’s cheek first and then Felicity’s. “How are almost all of my favorite girls in one call without me, hm?”
Onscreen, Mrs. Lee giggles, and Olivia fake-gags.
The video call lasts another 20 minutes, and then Felicity suggests calling Chan’s mom, so they spend another hour talking to her. Chaeryeong darts off to wake up her friend after seeing Berry onscreen, and Chan gets up to make breakfast while Felicity and his mom talk about her trip to Seoul in March after the baby is born. He tries to call his sister afterward but she doesn’t answer because of the time difference, so he shoots her a text to talk tomorrow.
Then, he has Felicity all to himself.
“Hi, beautiful,” he murmurs, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
She grins sleepily back at him. “Hi, yourself.”
“What are the plans for today? Is Minho still coming to pick up Chaeryeong?”
“Yeah, but that will be later. She always spends Christmas in Gimpo with him and his parents. We can give her all of her presents before she leaves, maybe around dinnertime.”
Yuna’s mom comes by to pick up her daughter, and then Chan and Felicity spend a few hours playing games with Chaeryeong. When it’s time to have her open gifts, Felicity records while Chaeryong tears apart boxes and gift bags.
“Thank you, Channie,” Chaeryeong says when she opens his gift—a Nintendo Switch with a case and a few starter games. “I love it!”
He laughs and kisses her face when she launches at him for a hug, tucking her face into his chest. “I’m glad, Ariel. When you get back from your dad’s, we can play Mario Party, okay?”
Chaeryeong nods. “I’m glad we met you,” she whispers, just before crawling out of his lap and returning to her presents. Chan blinks away the tears that gather in his eyes.
After Minho stops by to collect Chaeryeong for their trip, Chan tells Felicity what Chaeryeong had said. She smiles, her own eyes glistening with tears. “Kids really say the most devastatingly sweet things when you least expect it.”
Chan and Felicity decide to exchange their gifts for each other after dinner.
Inside the box he takes from Felicity, Chan finds a set of earrings and a matching necklace, plus an additional bracelet in a second smaller box. She helps him put them on, and he tilts his wrist to look at the alternating crosses and daisies. “Thank you, my love. I really like them, I would have never bought these for myself.”
Felicity giggles, her fingers tracing the line of the necklace over his collar bone. “I have a set like this, so now we’ll match.”
Chan captures her fingers and pulls her hand up to kiss her knuckles. “I love you.” He reaches into his pocket to retrieve the small box inside. “I know we’ve talked about it before, and I said I wanted to wait until after the baby was born–”
Felicity gasps when his hand reappears with the small velvet box. “Chris…”
“Felicity,” Chan mirrors, shifting to slide down to the floor, kneeling on one knee. “I know it’s only been seven months, but I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He opens the box, grinning, and Felicity chokes on a sob.
“Yes, oh my god.” She holds out her hand as it trembles. Chan takes the ring out of the box and slides it onto her finger, bending down to kiss her hand again. She tugs him upward, and he goes easily, finding her mouth and letting her lick into his.
They’re still curled together on the couch, sharing kisses and whispers of devotion when the front door opens. Hyunjin whistles suggestively as she enters the room, and Chan wills his dick not to react, remembering the conversation from last night.
“Hey lovebirds,” Hyunjin says as she walks past the couch, ruffling Chan’s hair. She sets her purse down on a barstool, flitting toward the fridge for a drink. “What have you been up to?”
“Chan just proposed,” Felicity says nonchalantly.
Hyunjin slams the fridge closed, gaping at them. “Shut the fuck up.” Felicity holds up her hand, wiggling it to make the diamond flash in the light. “Oh my god?!” She rushes over, grabbing Felicity’s hand over the back of the couch.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
Hyunjin nods. “Good job, Channie,” she murmurs, her eyes flicking up to gaze at Chan. He ducks his head, and she rolls her eyes. “Ah, I need to get you an engagement present. Maybe a weekend getaway? A babymoon.”
Felicity glances at Chan, and he tries to discern the look in her eyes. “I have an idea,” she says, the ends of her mouth curling deviously. “You could let my fiance fuck you.”
Chan feels his eyes bulge. “Lix!”
Hyunjin gasps softly, dropping Felicity’s hand. “Wait, really?” Her eyes dart to Chan. “Is that something he wants?”
“I…” Chan flounders, glancing between the two women. He swallows. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it. Lix told me about your arrangement before, with Minho.”
Something in Hyunjin’s eyes darkens. “Yeah?” Chan nods. “Tonight?”
“Why not?” Felicity suggests. “We’ve got the house to ourselves, no kids. Who knows when that will happen again?”
Hyunjin’s eyes flutter closed briefly, and when she opens them, she looks determined. “Meet me in my room in thirty minutes. I need to freshen up.” And then she disappears towards the stairs.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Felicity says, grinning at Chan, and he can’t help but feel a little intimidated.
He feels nervous, walking up the stairs behind Felicity, on their way to Hyunjin’s guest suite. He took a quick shower himself while Felicity watched, then she dragged his hand between her legs. He’d angled three fingers into her and fucked them right up into her g-spot until she trembled and came with a cry.
“To hold me over,” she’d moaned into his mouth, watching him peel off his towel to pull on a pair of soft pajama pants. Felicity hadn’t let him put on a shirt, so Chan felt a bit like a lamb being led to the slaughter.
The two most beautiful women he’s ever seen, Chan reminds himself.
Felicity doesn’t knock on the suite door, just opens it and steps inside. Hyunjin has all of the lights off except the floor lamp in the corner and one wall sconce next to the headboard. Along the dresser and on the small end table next to the plush armchair in the corner, several 3-wick candles flicker with low flames.
“Jinnie, we’re here!” Felicity calls out, shutting the door behind Chan.
There’s no one else in the house to overhear them, but it makes him shiver anyway.
Lamb.
Slaughter.
“I’ll be out in a second!” Hyunjin answers from the bathroom.
Felicity leads him over to the bed, pushes him down to sit on the edge. She steps closer, bending to give him a kiss. “Be good for Jinnie, babyboy,” she murmurs against his mouth, and Chan nods softly, seeking her mouth once more. Felicity hums and melts into it, kissing him back enthusiastically. When she pulls away, she smiles down at him. “Remember, there’s no limits—whatever you want, whatever Hyunjin wants, I’m fine with. Okay?”
“Okay,” Chan replies, chewing at his lip. “I love you.”
Her smile widens. “I know, my sweet man. I love you, too.” Felicity kisses him softly again, then leaves a gentle kiss on his nose and his forehead as she straightens. Chan watches her waddle over to the armchair and sink down into it, rearranging the couple of pillows there to support her back.
The door to the bathroom opens suddenly, and Chan’s head whips around to look directly ahead. Hyunjin walks through it, the long lines of her body covered in burgundy lace and satin. A shimmering robe left untied shows off the strappy bra and panty set beneath, and Chan feels his throat dry out when Hyunjin moves toward him.
“Channie,” she all but purrs, dark swoops of her long hair falling around her face and shoulders. His head tilts up as she approaches, stepping between his spread thighs with a coy smile. She smells like liquid sin, a heady combination of sandalwood and ylang ylang. Chan’s mouth parts instinctively, looking up at her in rapture. Hyunjin brings her hand to his cheek, her long fingers settling against his skin, tucked below his ear, branding the edge of his throat. “All for me, now?”
Chan nods slowly, dumbly. He blinks just as slow, watching the width of Hyunjin’s mouth stretch wider, her pretty teeth glinting in the lamplight.
“Kiss her, Chris,” Felicity guides from behind them, and Hyunjin glances over.
“Is he a good kisser?”
“The best,” Felicity boasts, which makes Chan’s cheeks flush. “Just look at his lips.”
Hyunjin’s attention returns to Chan, her eyes zeroed in on his mouth. He licks his lips, tugging the bottom one between his teeth nervously, and Hyunjin exhales hard. “Chan-ah,” she calls, stepping impossibly closer. His hands move without thought, off of his thighs to stretch up toward the shiny satin still hiding the curve of Hyunjin’s waist. He fights a sigh when his warm fingers wrap around her over the cool fabric, thumbs twitching against the jut of her hip bones. Hyunjin’s free hand settles on his shoulder, splaying against his skin and kneading at the muscle.
“Noona,” Chan says, voice thick with desire.
It’s a mercy when Hyunjin lifts her leg to slide into his lap smoothly. She glides down, slotting her body against his and capturing his mouth with the same momentum. The plush pillow of her bottom lip notches into the seam of his, and Chan nearly moans. She tastes like cherries and bourbon, a decadent warmth that seeps into him and settles in his chest. His tongue darts forward to get a better taste, prying her lips apart as he seeks more of her.
Chan’s hands slide backward, slipping on the satin of her robe as he pulls Hyunjin closer, kisses her harder. She arches into him, arms winding around his neck as he licks further into her mouth, tongue swiping over the rim of her teeth to curl upward.
“God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Felicity says from the armchair, and Chan groans into Hyunjin’s mouth at the audible reminder of her presence. Hyunjin’s mouth distorts against his, curling up at the sides—a smile. Chan shifts his hands, slides one up between her shoulder blades and drags the other down to Hyunjin’s ass. He gives it an appreciative squeeze, then another when it makes her gasp, breaking their kiss momentarily. She mewls softly, fits her mouth back to his, then sinks her teeth into his bottom lip.
Chan’s hand tightens on her ass as he stands up, lifting Hyunjin as he does. She squeaks, her long legs shifting to curl around his waist as Chan spins. His knee hits the mattress, so he lifts it up to blindly lean it into the edge of the bed, then bends forward to lay Hyunjin down.
She bounces slightly, giggling as her mouth rips away from his. He’s reminded that, despite how intimidated he is by her, despite her being a wildly successful model, she’s only five years older than him. He’s in awe of her.
The robe falls open, the material slipping off the curves of her body now that she’s laid on her back. Chan backs up, just enough that he can trail his eyes down and fully take in the sight of her. She has the faintest of tan lines peeking out over the cups of the bra, a birthmark near her belly button, and a small heart tattoo just near the crease of her thigh that Chan absentmindedly presses his thumb into.
“I didn’t know models could have tattoos,” he says softly.
Hyunjin sighs, her thigh twitching under his touch. “It doesn’t show often, and when it does, it’s easy to cover,” she replies, her arms folding up to rest near her head. The soft waves of her hair fan out against the duvet when she lifts her head to flip it away from her neck. “At least, it’s easier than the one on my back.”
Chan hums, letting his thumb trace the edge of the heart tattoo. It’s solid red, shaded a bit darker toward the edges. He wonders when she got it, who the tattoo artist was that she let get this close to such an intimate part of her. His thumb grazes wider, stretching out over the lace edge of her panties, cresting the mound of her gently. Chan flicks his eyes up as he does it, tracking the way her mouth drops open slightly, the subtle stutter of her chest.
He lifts his head, turns it to find Felicity. She’s still in the armchair, except she’s thrown one leg over the side. Her eyes are locked on Chan’s hand, bottom lip caught between her teeth, but she’s not touching herself.
Chan wants to change that.
“Noona,” Chan croons, returning his gaze back to Hyunjin as he bends over her. His hand slides to the side, flattening against her to cup her cunt. “Can I eat you out?”
Hyunjin’s eyes flutter shut for a split second, then she’s opening them, nodding her head. “Yeah.” Her head rolls to the side to look at Felicity, a grin on her face as she says, “I’d love to see why Lixie can’t get enough of your mouth.”
His fiance laughs, the sound of it making Chan’s skin tingle. He loves her so much. “He’s been a quick study,” Felicity says proudly, and when Chan glances at her again, she’s beaming at him. “He takes direction very well.”
Chan grins back at her when she winks, shaking his head. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Chan says, moving to curl his fingers into the top edge of Hyunjin’s panties. Felicity laughs, infecting Hyunjin with a giggle that cuts off into a gasp when Chan peels back the lace from her skin. Chan watches as he drags it down, entranced by the way it exposes her, centimeter by agonizingly slow centimeter.
He is but a man, stupefied by a gorgeous woman and the tender flesh of her bare mound. Chan continues to pull the panties down, and a groan tumbles out of him unbidden when the gusset falls away, webbed with the slick evidence of her desire. Hyunjin helps him remove the panties fully, shifting one of her legs up to free it from the loop of lace, and the action spreads her, opens her up like a moonflower.
Chan watches as if mesmerized, barely registering anything else. He abandons the panties still caught on her other ankle, doesn’t hear whatever thing Hyunjin murmurs, doesn’t understand the context behind Felicity’s sweet soft laughter. Chan sinks down unconsciously, shoulders brushing the insides of Hyunjin’s knees as his fingers curl around her calves.
“Noona,” he whispers, throat thick with the need to taste her, to inspect every sweet, delicate fold. “Can I–”
“Go ahead, baby,” Hyunjin murmurs, her fingers threading into his hair to pull him forward. He goes willingly, eyes sinking closed for just a moment as his lips press to her, the silky skin of each soft petal pillowed under his lips. Chan pauses, inhaling deeply, before opening his jaw to swipe his tongue through them.
Hyunjin moans softly above him, and Chan’s eyes slowly open as he swallows the first taste. She’s sweet and tangy, almost herbaceous. Chan knows from all of his pre-Felicity research that a person’s flavor, for lack of a better word, can be affected by their diet, and on Hyunjin he can tell. Another drag of his tongue makes the Mediterranean Sea flash behind his eyes.
She’s so different from Felicity. Where Lix is small between her outer lips, hidden inside, Hyunjin’s inner lips furl proudly outward, beautiful in their boldness, drawing attention to themselves. Her mound is entirely smooth, her clit peeking out from its hood even before he touches it.
Chan laps at Hyunjin almost inquisitively, tonguing through each curl of flesh, coaxing her open with the width of his tongue. She strokes through his hair encouragingly, humming and mewling when he does something that feels good, rewarding him for it. Chan hears her talk to Felicity over his head, his ears heating between her thighs even though he refuses to stop his ministrations on her center. He catches her between his teeth delicately, testing her reactions. Hyunjin’s fingers tighten faintly in his hair, but it isn’t enough.
Instead, he drags his mouth to her neglected clit. Chan is satisfied with his exploration and he’s ready to make her feel good, so he flattens the breadth of his tongue over her clit and presses down, rocking it side to side as he looks up at her again.
She’s propped up on her elbow, eyelids heavy, mouth agape as she stares back down at him. “Oh,” she breathes, her eyebrows pitching upward in the center, “oh, Channie.”
His own eyes flutter closed as he works his tongue over her again, twisting it up and withdrawing it to suck Hyunjin’s clit between his puckered lips. She nearly bucks in surprise when his teeth scrape over it, and he fights a self-satisfied grin at the way Hyunjin’s moan echoes through the room.
“Lix,” Hyunjin gasps, and Chan peels his eyes open to watch Hyunjin fall back, her elbow slipping out from under her as she reaches toward where Felicity sits. “Lissie, unnie–”
Felicity shoves up from the chair with a groan, and Chan has half a mind to run to help her, but she waddles over to the bed and sinks down next to Hyunjin’s head. She strokes her face, cooing down at her best friend. “Are you getting close, honey?” Felicity asks, shoving some of the hair off of Hyunjin’s head as she nods up at Felicity. “Channie’s making you feel good?”
Chan groans, clamping his mouth around Hyunjin, pressing his tongue flat over her entrance. It makes her keen under the vibrations, gasping and choking.
“Sit on my face,” Hyunjin begs, and Chan’s dick throbs in his sweatpants at the sudden image of Felicity climbing on top of her, belly bulging–
“I can’t, honey,” Felicity murmurs softly, amusement laced into her tone. “I’m too big for that now.”
“But, you said he still eats you out,” Hyunjin spits out, a near whine.
Felicity chuckles, a sound that weaves into Chan’s bloodstream, into the very fiber of his being. Her voice drops when she says, “he does—just like this, just like he’s licking into you.”
It makes Hyunjin moan again, so Chan flicks over her clit and then trails back to her entrance, teasing the muscle with his tongue. He dips into it slightly, and Hyunjin’s chest hitches, trailing off into another gasp. Chan pulls his head back, bringing one of his hands over to thumb at Hyunjin’s folds, watching how each one gives way to his touch.
“He feels so good, right?”
Chan dips down to suck her clit between his lips and then drags his eyes away from Hyunjin to find her and Felicity staring down at him. Hyunjin’s head is pillowed on Felicity’s thigh, the hand not still curled in Chan’s hair is wrapped tightly in Felicity’s hand instead. Felicity’s other hand reaches down to squeeze Hyunjin’s chest through her bra.
She dips down as much as her belly will allow as she stage-whispers, “doesn’t he feel good, honey?”
Chan keeps his eyes on them as he moves his hand, shifting to tuck his fingers up past his chin and prod them right to Hyunjin’s entrance. Her brows pitch together again as she sucks in a breath, and Chan uses the jostle of her body as she does so to plunge his fore and middle finger into Hyunjin’s tight wet heat.
The effect is instantaneous—Hyunjin arches off the bed, which pushes her pelvis downward, pressing him right against her g-spot. He suckles harder at her clit, moaning when she spasms around him, clenching down on his fingers as her thighs snap closed around his head. Chan doesn’t care, doesn’t need air as he curls his fingers, flicks his tongue over the hardened bud caught in his puckered lips. Hyunjin all but shouts as she cums, her hand tightening in his hair so hard that it makes his eyes burn.
Her thighs fall away slowly, and Chan takes a deep breath through his nose, lapping softly at Hyunjin’s clit as she comes down. Felicity is murmuring something soft, and when Chan looks up at them, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.
Felicity has shifted to lay beside Hyunjin, dragging a pillow over to prop up onto so that she can dip her face down to kiss Hyunjin, which she does—her small hand nestled on Hyunjin’s cheek to keep her steady, the golden sweep of her hair nearly covering them from view. Chan watches his fiance kiss her best friend softly, sweetly, expertly; watches as she trails her mouth over her cheeks, pressing a kiss to Hyunjin’s mole, to her eyelid.
“You did so good for us, princess,” she says softly. It makes Hyunjin whine, seeking Felicity’s mouth again. Felicity squeezes her hand, still cupping Hyunjin’s tit, and Hyunjin clenches around Chan’s fingers. She tears her mouth away from Felicity with a gasp, eyes wide as she looks down at Chan.
“Channie,” Hyunjin moans, her head thunking back when Chan licks over her clit in response. He stifles a laugh, buries it in her folds as he curls his fingers again.
“You can give me another, right, noona?”
“Oh god,” she groans. “I’m gonna die.”
“No, you’re not,” Felicity replies. “You’re going to be a good girl and show Channie how grateful you are. I know you can.”
Chan’s eyes roll back in his head at Felicity’s tone, so he closes them, continuing to lick and suck at Hyunjin. He guides a third finger into her, making her moan, and he has to use his other hand to shove into his sweatpants to wrap around his aching cock. Squeezing the base, he tries to stave off the mounting pleasure, hearing the wet sounds of his fingers squelching as he fucks his hand back and forth, the wet sounds of Felicity’s mouth on Hyunjin, the way Hyunjin gasps and whines under both of their touches.
She comes apart in their hands mere minutes later. Chan sits up a little on his knees to keep his shoulders between her legs, so she can’t slam them shut, but she bucks against his mouth, nearly riding it. Chan thinks he’d like to do that, to lay down prone and pull Hyunjin atop his face, holding her down and making her scream as she writhes against his mouth and nose.
“Good, good girl,” Felicity hums as she trails her fingers over Hyunjin’s skin, down her throat and back up her chin to dance them over Hyunjin’s spread lips as she steadies her breathing.
Chan slowly withdraws his fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Hyunjin’s clit, then another over her smooth mound. “Did I do good, too?” he asks, grinning because he sees the fond eyeroll that Felicity gives him immediately.
“Yes, of course, babyboy.”
“Thank you, Mommy,” he says softly.
Hyunjin gasps. “Mommy? Oh my god, Lix– what? Fuck–”
Chan, who is still kneeling between her legs, glances down to Hyunjin’s center. She’s gaping only slightly from his fingers, but when she gasps, she clenches, and he watches her core tighten as she repeats the title. “Oh,” he realizes, dragging his gaze back up to find Felicity’s own, eyes wide. “Did– Mommy, I think noona liked that.”
Hyunjin groans, her hand finally leaving Chan’s hair to come up and cover her face. Felicity’s shock seems to wear off, melting into something deviously saccharine.
“Aww, Jinnie, don’t hide,” she coos, dipping to press a kiss to Hyunjin’s cheek through her fingers. “Do you want me to be your Mommy, too?”
“Fuck you,” Hyunjin huffs feebly through her fingers.
Chan pushes up to his feet, hooking his thumbs into his waistband. The movement catches Felicity’s eye, and the hand on Hyunjin’s tit squeezes, pinches the nipple pebbled under the lace. “Hyunnie,” she whispers, “Channie’s going to take off his pants. Don’t you want to watch?” Hyunjin’s hand flies off of her face so fast that Felicity has to press her lips together tightly to hold back a laugh.
Chan drags his sweatpants down, kicking them off once they pass his knees. He meets Hyunjin’s eyes as he wraps his hand—the dirty one, still drenched in her wetness—around his cock and pumps twice. He can’t help the low groan of relief at the touch, the way he feels himself dribble, and his hand shifts up to catch it, smearing it along his length.
“Chris, stop teasing her,” Felicity says, moving her hand to slide her fingers under the burgundy lace. Brat, Chan thinks, chastising him when she herself is teasing Hyunjin, too. He squints at her instead, so she pulls the bra cup down, exposing Hyunjin’s entire breast as she tweaks the nipple. “Come here, Daddy. Jinnie’s pretty titties need your tongue now.”
Hyunjin’s head tilts back as Felicity pinches, twisting her nipple. Chan kneels onto the bed, lowering himself down on top of her until he can seal his mouth around Felicity’s finger tips, still pinching Hyunjin’s nipple. He catches her wrist when Felicity moves to withdraw, holding her in place as his tongue flicks over the bud caught in her fingers. Hyunjin gasps, writhing beneath him, and he uses his free hand to squeeze at her other breast.
She’s bigger than Felicity here, not quite fitting in his hand as he spreads his fingers, digs them into the supple flesh. Hyunjin moans quietly, so he tilts his head to look—Felicity’s kissing her again. Chan thinks he could die right here and now, content that nothing in life will ever surpass the sight of them together.
Then he remembers the baby still growing in Felicity, his son, and resolves that, okay, this is the second best thing ever.
“Channie,” Hyunjin gasps, tearing her mouth free when he moves to the other breast and presses his mouth to the swell of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, scraping his teeth against it. “God, fuck. Don’t– don’t make me wait any longer.”
“You’re so desperate, honey,” Felicity murmurs. She noses at Hyunjin’s temple, fingers still working at the damp nipple. “Have you forgotten your manners?”
Chan raises to his elbow to watch as Hyunjin trembles. “Lix, what–”
“Shh,” she interrupts, pressing her face to Hyunjin’s. “She knows what to do, how to ask for what she wants. Isn’t that right, babygirl?”
Hyunjin moans, her hair falling into her eyes as her head rolls back, body arching upward toward Chan. He sees Felicity’s hand twist out of the corner of his eye, and when he looks, her nails are digging into Hyunjin’s skin, the nipple pinched between her fingers nearly purple in color. “Mo– Mommy, please,” Hyunjin gasps, half of her face hidden behind her hair.
Felicity tuts, and Hyunjin’s head jerks as Felicity tugs at her hair. “Not me, princess.” Felicity’s eyes meet Chan’s, and the intense desire written on her face nearly makes him whimper. “Ask Channie properly.”
“Channie, Chris– fuck, Daddy!” Hyunjin shouts when Felicity releases her breast suddenly at his name, coming down rapidly to smack the entire tit with her open palm, making Hyunjin spasm as she curses. Her legs twitch upward, sliding along the sides of his thighs as she trails off in a moan. Felicity’s hand untangles from her hair, and Chan watches as she ducks down to press a soft kiss to Hyunjin’s cheek.
“There she is, my little pain slut,” Felicity murmurs, petting over Hyunjin’s head, pushing the sweat-dampened strands out of the way. “I almost thought I lost my touch.”
Hyunjin shakes her head, lifting her hand to tug Felicity down for another kiss. “Never,” she murmurs when they break, a soft sigh as they press their foreheads together.
Chan feels a little bit like he’s intruding.
“Come on,” Felicity says, shifting to turn toward Chan. “We shouldn’t exclude Channie.”
Chan makes a face, wondering how Felicity does that, how she just plucks his thoughts from his head. “What? I’m not–”
Hyunjin wraps her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to crash their mouths together. She groans into it, licking into his mouth and over his lips. “Fuck, you– Lissie, he tastes like me.”
Felicity crowds closer, her belly bumping into his hip as he leans over to kiss her, too. She hums, holding his face in place as she drags her tongue over his mouth, down his chin, chasing the taste of Hyunjin. “God, I could get addicted to this,” Felicity murmurs, pressing her lips to his.
“Me too,” Hyunjin says from below them. Felicity smiles down at her, petting her cheek.
“Ah, he hasn’t even fucked you yet, and you’re already whipped for us?” she teases.
Hyunjin rolls her eyes, but smiles anyway. “You’re surprised?”
“No.” Felicity shifts again, laying back to curl her head onto her folded arm. “But I’m ready for the show regardless.”
Chan chuckles, shifting up onto his knees. “Condom?” he asks, glancing around.
“There’s some in the night-stand,” Felicity says. He turns to raise an eyebrow at her, and she blinks back at him innocently. “What? Can’t a girl be optimistic?”
He shakes his head as he shuffles off the bed, reaching for the drawer. Inside, there’s a 24-pack of condoms and a bottle of water-based lube. “Good god, Lix. What the fuck?” He picks up the lube, holding it up as he looks over at the women.
Hyunjin hides her face in her hands, a muffled oh god escaping her as Felicity shrugs. “Hyunjinnie likes anal.”
Chan malfunctions, dropping the bottle where he held it out over the bed. “Oh.”
Felicity doesn’t like anal, at least not while she’s pregnant. She’d promised to try sometime after the baby is born, and Chan has been content to wait.
But… now, she’s basically presenting Hyunjin on a silver platter, providing him with proof and permission.
He reaches back into the drawer again, grateful that the box of condoms is already open as he grabs a strip of them and shoves the drawer closed. “You– Lix, what?” he sounds exasperated, because he is. He fumbles with the strip of condoms, pulling one free and dropping the other three—four?—onto the bed beside the lube. “Why are you torturing me?”
Felicity giggles. “Tell him, babygirl.”
Hyunjin’s hands move away from her face, and her cheeks are flaming red when she nods. “It’s true, oppa,” she says, and Chan groans at the incorrect honorific. “I mean–”
“Oh my god.” Chan tears the condom packet open with his teeth, fingers nearly shaking as he pulls the circle of latex free, discarding the wrapper thoughtlessly. “I don’t– I’m. I need to be inside you.” He manages to get the condom on, despite the whispering and giggling he’s trying very hard to ignore.
“Oppa,” Hyunjin croons when he climbs between her thighs, laughing when he swears. “Oh, Lix, you’re right, he does like it.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he says half-heartedly as he knee-walks up to her, lifting her legs as he lines himself up with her center. Chan notches his tip against her, glancing up to look at her. “You ready?”
“Yeah, Channie, please,” she breathes, nodding down at him. One of her hands reaches for Felicity, fingers tangling as Chan pushes into her.
She’s so wet that he slides in easily, and he has to actively slow down to not slam all the way in. Hyunjin’s walls suck him in, drawing him deeper as she moans and clenches around him. Chan lifts her thigh, gripping it tightly and biting his lip when his pelvis touches hers and he bottoms out.
“Oh, he’s so– so thick,” Hyunjin gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. Felicity tucks some hair away from her face, then trails her hand down to circle Hyunjin’s nipple gently.
“Feels good, right?” Hyunjin nods, and Felicity hums.
“Yeah. Oppa feels so good,” Hyunjin mumbles, and Chan grunts as his hips buck involuntarily. Hyunjin’s mouth widens into a slow smile, eyes still closed before she blinks them open. She stares up at him, smug, sultry, seductive, when she says, “aren’t you going to fuck me, Daddy?”
Chan tongues at the inside of his cheek, biting back the retort in favor of sliding out of her, nearly to the tip, to thrust back into Hyunjin. It punches a moan out of her when he does it, and again and again and again she moans, every stroke. Chan squeezes her thigh before lifting it, slotting her leg over his shoulder and leaning forward. The angle changes, and Hyunjin gets louder—louder even than Felicity is.
“How is it, babyboy?” Felicity asks then, tapped into his brain as if she’s inside it.
“Good,” he groans, his abdomen clenching as he plows into Hyunjin.
“Yeah?” Felicity shuffles closer. “You should flip her over. I could prep her ass for you,” she says casually, nonchalantly.
Chan doesn’t hesitate to pull out, breathing hard as he glances down at Hyunjin for permission.
“God, please,” she begs, lifting her leg over his head to twist around. He helps her, gripping her hips as she rolls over, and then Chan is staring down at Hyunjin’s back as she settles on her knees in front of him. Felicity leans over, pops the snap on the band of Hyunjin’s bra and helps her shrug it off, tossing it to the floor behind Chan.
His hand lands on her tattoo, the outline of a long-stemmed rose inked along her spine between her ribs. The stem trails off into cursive lettering, the English word ‘passion’ in all lower-case. “I can see why this is hard to cover up,” Chan says, tracing the letters with his finger tip.
Hyunjin laughs humorlessly, her head hanging between her shoulders as Chan reaches down to grip his cock. He enters her again, smooth and swift, and he has to take a minute to close his eyes so he doesn’t cum immediately.
“Fuck, Jinnie.”
There’s a soft whine from her, and then a loud smack that makes Chan’s eyes fly open. Felicity rubs her hand over the slope of Hyunjin’s hip, the high plane of her ass cheek already pinking up where Felicity had slapped. “I take it back, what I said earlier. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Felicity says.
Chan moans as Hyunjin clenches around him. “I’m going to die. You’re both gonna kill me,” he says, as deadpan as possible when Hyunjin grinds back against him.
“Come on, oppa,” she taunts, wiggling her hips as she arches her back, pressing her chest to the bed.
He splays his hands on her narrow waist, marveling at how, despite how much taller she is than Felicity, she’s slimmer than his fiance even when she wasn’t pregnant. His thumbs nearly touch, pressed to the knobs of her spine as he guides himself out of her, only to fuck back in with enough force to make Hyunjin cry out. He sets a brutal pace, one that has her keening, and when Felicity shuffles closer and asks for the lube, Chan barely slows down as he reaches over to grab the bottle.
“You know,” Felicity says as she clicks open the bottle, drizzling the lube onto her fingers. “My hands aren’t very big.”
Chan watches as she brings her slick hand down, trailing it over Hyunjin’s hole, marveling how the tight furl clenches at the first graze of Felicity’s fingers. Then, she rubs over it again, and it blooms, opening right up to take the tip of her forefinger effortlessly. Hyunjin gasps, clenching down around Chan briefly before relaxing.
“I bet,” Felicity says, timing the prod of her next finger to Chan’s rough thrusting. It pushes in with him, and Felicity hums in approval. “I bet I could get my whole hand in here one day.”
Chan slams into Hyunjin and pauses, chest tight as he sees it, so vivid behind his eyelids—Felicity on her knees between Hyunjin’s legs, mouth on her pussy as Felicity’s tiny fist disappears into Hyunjin’s ass.
She must picture it too, because Hyunjin moans, her cunt squeezing Chan so hard that he nearly cums, and belatedly he realizes she has. He curls a hand under her, getting his fingers on her clit to stroke it gently, and Hyunjin cries out his name.
He glances back at Felicity’s hand, two of her fingers working Hyunjin open. She’s quiet, determined, her lip caught between her teeth as she focuses, and Chan wants so desperately to kiss her. Felicity turns to him, a smile spreading on her face and pulling her lip from her teeth as she scrunches her nose and laughs softly.
“She’s being so good for us,” Felicity says, low and silky. Her third finger pushes into Hyunjin, and she thrusts her hand, fucking into Hyunjin’s ass gently. “Our princess, hmm?”
“Lix,” Chan murmurs, and she looks back up at him. He gives into the urge to bend over to capture her mouth, and she mewls into it.
Her hand doesn’t stop fucking forward.
“Fuck, fuck, Lissie–” Hyunjin moans, rocking backward and grinding down on Chan—and Felicity’s fingers, he supposes. “Please, want– want it.”
Felicity breaks the kiss, and Chan chases after her for one more soft peck, before straightening up. Felicity pulls her hand free with a wet squelch, shuffling to the side with a grin. “She’s all yours, Daddy.”
Felicity climbs off the bed, and Chan tries to watch where she goes, but then Hyunjin circles her hips again, and Chan leans forward to fist his hand in her hair. “You’re so fucking desperate, Jinnie,” he grunts, withdrawing his hips to rock back into her. “Are you always such a needy bitch? Or is it just when Felicity loans you her man?”
Hyunjin gasps, trailing off into the loudest moan Chan has ever heard. Instinctively, he tries to muffle it, pushing her head into the mattress. The action only makes her tighter, her walls clamping down around him like a vice grip, and Chan moans before he can help it.
“God, Lix was right. Pain slut,” he grits through his teeth, fucking into her with abandon. The bed creaks, and Chan groans when Hyunjin’s arm curls back to grip his hip, her nails digging into his skin as she coaxes him to fuck her harder. “I’m giving you everything and it’s still not enough.”
“Fuck her ass,” Felicity’s voice calls out from behind. She wanders back into view, a forest green hand towel in her hands as she dries them off. “She’ll be a whiny whore until you do.”
Chan stops, pulling all the way out and releasing his grip on Hyunjin’s hair. She gasps loudly, her free hand moving to shove her messy hair off of her face. “Is that so?” Chan asks, gripping himself by the base, readjusting the condom as he moves to press the head of his dick to Hyunjin’s loosened hole. “Do you want me here, noona?”
“God, yes,” she moans, lifting her head to look at him over her shoulder. “Please, oppa.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Chan replies, pushing into her.
It’s different, he notices immediately. Smoother, warmer. Not as wet, but still slippery from the lube. Tight as fuck, concentrated specifically at the rim, but nice and snug deeper inside.
“Fuck,” he grunts, sliding all the way. Hyunjin pushes up to her elbows, tossing her head back as she whines.
“Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, he’s too–”
Felicity slides back onto the bed, the hand towel discarded on the corner as she shuffles back over. “No, he’s not, princess. You can do it, just relax.”
Hyunjin nods, whimpering despite herself. Chan reaches down, gripping her waist and pulling her upright until her back is pressed to his chest. His hands smooth over her stomach as she relaxes into him, her head lolling back into his shoulder. “Oh, mmm.”
“Shh, I’ve got you, noona,” he whispers, pressing his lips to her shoulder. His hands slide up to cup her tits, thumbs grazing over the soft peaks of her nipples, and she catches one of them.
“Please,” Hyunjin begs, dragging his hand upward, until it settles at her throat.
Chan swallows. He’s done it before—he learned how to do it for Felicity, choked her a couple of times right at the beginning of their relationship. He hasn’t done it since he found out about the baby, though, so he’s out of practice when he splays his fingers wide, settling them one by one over the long column of Hyunjin’s neck. She moans softly, swallowing against his touch when he slowly puts pressure there, at his fingertips and thumb where they rest against the sides—over the arteries.
“Yes,” Hyunjin whimpers, and she bears down around him. Chan rocks his hips, dropping his forehead to her shoulder as he allows himself to grind into her.
“You both look incredible together,” Felicity says. Chan huffs a laugh, the hand still on Hyunjin’s breast squeezing and kneading at the flesh. “Jin, honey, can I touch you? Put my fingers in your pretty pussy?”
Hyunjin gasps and nods, rasping out an affirmative that makes Chan lift his head and wish he were just a little taller so he could look down over her shoulder to watch. Instead, he watches Felicity’s face, watches as her hand disappears from his view. He feels her, though, feels her fingers press against his balls briefly as her eyes flick up to his. She winks at him, and then her body shifts and Hyunjin cries out, clenching around him.
“Oh, you’re soaked, babygirl,” Felicity coos, and Chan can suddenly feel her fingers through Hyunjin’s body—through her walls.
“Fuck– Lix,” he gasps, slamming back into Hyunjin hard enough to jostle all three of them. “Oh my god, I can feel you.”
“Oh fuck,” Hyunjin moans while Felicity gasps softly.
“Really?” Chan nods, and Felicity looks back down. She thrusts her fingers in again suddenly. “That’s–”
“Baby, I’m going to cum, if you keep doing that,” he blurts out, hips bucking. “I’m–”
“Do it,” Hyunjin begs. “Oppa, please.”
Felicity grins. “Yeah, Daddy. Babygirl is right—do it.” She fucks her fingers into Hyunjin faster, making both of them moan in tandem. “Fill her up, put a baby in her, too. Don’t you think your son needs a brother?”
Chan gasps as he cums, his orgasm drawn out of him so sharply that it feels like every nerve in his body is activated. His fingers tighten on Hyunjin’s neck as he spills into the condom, the sensation foreign to him. Selfishly, he hates it—wishes he was filling Hyunjin instead, stuffing her full, breedi–
Alright, calm down, Christopher.
Chan slams his eyes shut, slowing his thrusts as Hyunjin tightens around him with a near scream, her entire body trembling in his hands. He fucks her through it, grimacing at the awful gooey feeling inside the condom. When Hyunjin melts against him, slumping backward, he stops his thrust and presses his mouth to her shoulder to take a deep breath.
There’s a wet sloshing sound just as Felicity’s head pops up, and she grins up at them. “Well, that was insane,” she beams, reaching for the discarded hand towel to wipe her hand. “Jinnie, I’ve never actually seen you squirt before.”
“Blame your fiance,” Hyunjin mumbles, and Chan opens his mouth to sink his teeth into her skin until she yelps and tears herself away from him. His cock slips out of her, the condom sliding almost entirely off as he laughs, curling over with the force of it. He shuffles off of the bed as Hyunjin grumbles under her breath, wandering into her bathroom to remove the condom and toss it into the wastebin.
In the mirror, Chan looks at himself—his curls stick up in some places, and his eyes are droopy with exhaustion. His chest is flushed red like it always is after sex, lips nearly bruised from abuse. But he grins anyway, reaching for the faucet to wash his hands.
When he walks back into the bedroom with a damp cloth for Hyunjin, he’s surprised to find Felicity on her back in the center of the bed, with Hyunjin’s face between her thighs. Felicity’s nightgown is flipped up, and Hyunjin has three of her long fingers buried in Felicity’s cunt, tongue lapping at her clit. Felicity moans softly, her eyes closed as she reaches around her belly to rake through Hyunjin’s hair.
Chan leans against the doorjamb to watch them, slinging the wash cloth over his shoulders as he crosses his arms with a smirk. It doesn’t take Hyunjin long to get Felicity off, and when she finally opens her eyes, Felicity catches sight of Chan.
“Baby,” she murmurs, holding out her hand to beckon him back into the room, and Chan obeys, pulled to her like a puppet on a string. He bends over the bed, smiling when his face gets close enough for Felicity to reach up to touch.
“Hi, angel,” he whispers. “Is it your turn to feel good?”
She nods. “Mm. Jinnie’s good with her mouth,” Felicity mumbles, and Chan laughs softly.
“So you’ve said,” he replies, straightening.
Hyunjin lifts her head, licking at her lips. “I can show you first-hand tomorrow,” she tells Chan, winking at him. He blushes, mouth floundering open for a moment before he ultimately decides to ignore the comment entirely.
“Let me clean you up.”
Hyunjin raises up onto her knees, her forehead pressed against Felicity’s thigh. “What a gentleman.” The room is quiet as Chan steps over, wiping between Hyunjin’s thighs and between her cheeks. He chucks the cloth back into the bathroom, into the little guest hamper Felicity has tucked by the door, and then he returns to the bed to slide into it next to Felicity. Hyunjin speaks again, shifting up to drape herself on Felicity’s other side. “I meant it, by the way. I want to blow you tomorrow, if Lix will let me.”
“Hey, I’m fine with it. You already know I like to share.” Felicity turns her head to look up at him where he’s propped up on his elbow, free hand rubbing her belly. “It’s up to Channie.”
Chan’s eyes widen. “I– I mean. Yes? Yeah, I… I had a really good time.” He clears his throat, looking over at Hyunjin. “I just don’t know what this means. I’ve never done this before.”
“Okay, first of all, relax.” She laughs softly when Chan’s shoulders automatically relax from where they’d climbed virtually to his ears. “Good. Secondly, it’s okay. Take your time. This can be whatever you want it to be.”
Felicity’s hand touches Chan’s cheek, and he nuzzles into it, kissing her palm. “Chris, do you like Hyunjin?” she asks softly. “Like, would you want to date her, if I wasn’t in your life?”
Panic grips him as he answers. “Lix, what kind of question is that?” He swallows tightly. “How am I supposed to answer?”
Hyunjin sucks her teeth. “Don’t take it so literally. Do you like me, yes or no?” She pauses, then adds: “Do you want to date me, yes or no? It’s okay if it’s a no, you won’t hurt my feelings.”
Chan blinks at them, looking from Felicity to Hyunjin and then back again. “I don’t understand.”
“Jinnie doesn’t really do regular relationships,” Felicity explains. “Because of our industry, y’know?”
“I find it’s just not worth it. But joining a couple, being a bonus partner instead of the main partner—that’s fun, easy. It’s always easy with Lix, especially.”
Realization dawns on Chan. “So, your relationship with Minho…?”
“Was an actual relationship, yeah. It’s always been a casual one, though.” Hyunjin shrugs, her eyes cast down at the wide neckline of Felicity’s nightgown, her finger trailing over the ruffled edge. “I’ve never really found anyone worth sticking around with, except Lix and Min. I liked being the bridge between them, and it’s still fun without her, but…”
Felicity coos, lifting her head to lay a wet kiss on Hyunjin’s cheek. “You’ve missed me,” she giggles.
Hyunjin rolls her eyes. “Of course, I’ve missed you.” She dips down to press a soft kiss to Felicity’s lips. “You’re my best friend,” Hyunjin adds softly.
Chan watches them, the way they giggle together, nuzzling their noses before breaking out into another fit of giggles. He thinks that, maybe to some people, it would be strange—violating, even—to see their partner kiss someone else.
But.
Chan thinks it’s sweet, finds it endearing. Wants to press the two of them closer to see just how deep their love goes—he imagines it’s deeper than either one of them knows.
Suddenly, Chan can see his future in startling clarity: Felicity giving birth, them bringing their son home, Chan putting him in Chaeryeong’s arms for the first time; Hyunjin gripping Felicity’s shoulders as they both fight tears, Hyunjin putting Chaeryeong to bed, Chan watching Hyunjin curl herself around Felicity and the baby on the couch; Felicity dragging Chan out of his office to have wine and snacks on the couch with both of them, being able to lean over and kiss either one of them at any given moment; Felicity and Hyunjin, always happy, always smiling.
“Okay,” Chan says, breaking out of his reverie where he was staring at the slope of Felicity’s baby belly. Both Felicity and Hyunjin turn to face him, their sweet laughter trailing off to give him their attention as he slowly smiles at them. “Fuck it. I think– I think we should try it.”
“Try it?” Hyunjin asks, while Felicity’s eyes widen.
“Really? You– Chris, are you sure?”
He nods. “Yeah, why not? I love you, and you love each other. I want to try, I want Hyunjin to date both of us.”
“Both?” Hyunjin glances between him and Felicity. “But I thought–”
“Jinnie,” Felicity murmurs, turning to face her best friend. “Come on. Don’t even try to lie to yourself, babygirl.”
Hyunjin stares down at her for a moment, then dips down to crash their mouths together. Chan grins as he watches, but then Hyunjin’s hand flies out to grab him, pulling him down close with a little yelp. He’s not sure whose mouth finds his, but he kisses back with equal fervor, happy to have both of these women—his women—in his arms.
“What the fuck do you mean, you have two girlfriends? And they’re both models?”
Chan giggles into his cup, watching Jackson look absolutely flummoxed. “Technically, Lix is my fiance, so it’s just one girlfriend.”
“That’s that greed they talk about in the bible, Channie,” BamBam says, nudging Chan’s shoulder.
Chan shrugs, turning his head to find Felicity in the crowd. She’s seated on a barstool at the kitchen island, laughing at something Jisu is saying to her. He goes to scan for Hyunjin, but there’s no need—she’s right beside Felicity, their fingers tangled together as Hyunjin’s eyes rake down Jisu’s body. Uh-oh. Chan shakes his head, smirking as he takes a sip of his pineapple mimosa.
He catches sight of Minho walking back into the living room, and Minho nods his head in recognition, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he passes.
“Hey,” Chan says, motioning toward the barstools. “Jinnie’s eye-fucking Jisu, just so you know.”
Minho turns his head, curling his lip. “Ah, well. It was only a matter of time, honestly.” He glances back at Chan. “How do you feel about it?”
Chan shrugs. “She can do whatever she wants, honestly. We’re not limiting her.”
Minho nods in approval. “Smart. You might actually be able to keep her that way.” He claps his shoulder again, then wanders off. Chan ignores Jackson’s comment about wanting to watch, rolling his eyes when Mark scuffs the back of Jackson’s head.
“I’m going to go kiss my women. Excuse me, boys.”
Chan laughs as his friends groan, making his way through the small crowd of people at the house to sidle up beside Felicity. Hyunjin is focused on Jisu, who has taken the stool on her other side, but Felicity tilts her head up and puckers her lips, waiting for a kiss.
“Hi, beautiful.”
“Hi, Daddy,” Felicity murmurs, tilting her head toward him as he wraps his arm around her, rubbing up and down her bicep. “Are you enjoying the party?”
He nods. “I am. I would have been fine with just you, Cherry, and Jinnie, though.”
His girls, he thinks.
Felicity smiles. “I know. But I knew you’d like to meet some of our other friends, and I wanted to meet Jaebeom and the guys.” She lifts her hand to wave at the group he just walked away from, and Chan dips down to kiss her temple.
“I love you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so grateful.”
Felicity sucks her teeth, bringing both of her hands up to cradle his face. “Babyboy, you deserve everything and more,” she says, dragging him down to kiss his lips. “You’re so good to me, and you’re going to be the best appa to our son. You’re already so good with Chaeryeong.”
Chan kisses her back, then pulls out of her grip. “Speaking of, where is she? I haven’t seen Ariel in hours.”
“Ah, she’s with her cousin Haneul and her friend Yuna, they’re watching a movie. Don’t worry, Wooyoung said he’d make sure they’re in here for the ball drop at midnight.”
“Good,” Chan says, “I want my family all together, want to go into the new year with all of my favorite girls.”
Felicity beams up at him, eyes glistening. “I love you so much, Chris.”
“I love you so much more, Lix.”