Tangled (A Stray Kids x Reader Dirty Fanfic)

Part 48 - The Joy and the Sorrow

Once upon a time there was a lucky girl who had eight lovers. She was deeply in love with three of them, and had intense feelings for the rest. She let herself feel for all of them because the men were closer than brothers, loving each other so much that they weren't even jealous, happy to share her for the length of a few weeks. Each of them was exceptionally beautiful and talented, with fascinating and diverse personalities - and excellent bedroom skills. They taught her many things about herself that she would never have known without them. They offered their love to her and showed such devotion that she was swept off her feet. It was so easy to fall.

She fully understood that she would lose all of them in the end, and was prepared for the octuple heartbreak; she'd had a full life before these men that she intended to return to after this fantastical few weeks. It would be painful, but she would have had an experience like no other, a once in a lifetime chance to be completely wrapped in the love of a group like no other. She was a very, very lucky girl...

This is the story you keep telling yourself, letting the words run through your mind on a loop as you looked out the window at the falling rain. Rain in LA was almost as rare as your situation. It ran down the window in sheets, lightning playing through the dark clouds in the distance. The stormy night fit your mood.

You twirled your hair on one finger, controlling your breath like you always did when you were fighting some overwhelming emotion. You were nude except for (one of) your boyfriends' t-shirts, relaxed from a hot shower, drawn into a kind of trance by the rain and the low music coming from the bluetooth speaker behind you.

I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh, when I'm like this, you're the one I trust

Large hands slipped around your waist, and full lips pressed into your neck. You leaned back against the toned chest, into the strong arms, turning your face to kiss the smooth cheek, your lips finding a way through the curtain of blonde hair that fell across the breathtaking visage of the man behind you. He pulled you tight against him, his voice quiet and soft in your ear.

"Come to bed, beautiful."

You turned to face him. He was wearing ragged jeans and a white shirt, completely unbuttoned, his smooth, defined torso food for your hungry eyes. You slid your arms around his neck, tilting your face up to meet his warm lips, pressing close enough to feel his heartbeat. He broke the kiss. raising his hand to your face, his fingertips touching your lips worshipfully before kissing them again, then drawing back to gaze at you, his eyes looking into yours as if trying to read your heart. There was joy there in Hyunjin's eyes, and fear, but most of all love.

You didn't have to say it. You both felt it. It was as real as the bed he took you to, his strong hands delivering you safely into even stronger ones, laying you into Chris' arms. Your lips now bruising themselves softly on the muscular shoulder below you before you turned and kissed the silky skin along Jisung's jaw, it flexing as Hyunjin kissed him delicately, their lips barely touching at first before pressing harder together, opening a little, tips of their tongues lightly entwined before breaking apart and finding their favorite spots on your body, your shirt pulled off and discarded with haste. Chris took your mouth for himself, pulling you down to meet his; you traced the perfect shape of his firm lips with the tip of your tongue, moving your body on top of him. His eyes wouldn't leave you; with you he felt both the devil and the angel, and he couldn't look away.

He tasted lightly of alcohol; all of you did, having had glass after glass of champagne after the show - not enough to be drunk, but enough to be open and awakened to each other in the sweetest ways. Chris made a noise deep in his throat when you twisted against his body, reaching to pull Jisung's head to yours, drinking in his kisses as Hyunjin helped Jisung's kicking legs dispose of sweatpants before dropping his own jeans to the floor and shedding his shirt. Hyunjin laid his hand on your back, trailing his fingers around your body as he fell to the bed on the other side of Chris, giving you the perfect vision of the three men you loved laying together beneath you.