Wild Game Part 9 (FINAL)

(Damn this is a lot)

***WARNING NSFW***

The room went silent when the names were called: Felix, Seungmin, and Changbin. The three of them, a mix of quiet intensity and playful charm, moved towards the library closet, the air around them suddenly heavy with unspoken possibilities.

The door clicked shut, plunging the trio into a silence broken only by the rustle of old parchment and their own breaths. The heavy scent of aged paper and forgotten stories hung in the air, a stark contrast to the tension that crackled between them. No one moved. No one spoke. The clock seemed to tick louder, each second a hammer blow against the fragile dam of politeness they had constructed around their simmering feelings.

Then, Changbin's voice, low and laced with a possessiveness that made the other two jump, broke the silence. "I know," he said, the words hanging in the air like a declaration. "I know that the three of us… we like each other." His gaze, sharp and intense, flicked between Felix and Seungmin, who both flushed a deep crimson. The admission was stark, raw, and undeniable. There was no room for denial, no escape route paved with playful banter.

A smirk, slowly spreading across Changbin's lips, mirrored the heat rising between them. It was a smirk of a hunter who had found his prey, of a man who knew he held the power. He took a step closer to Felix, their bodies almost touching, the move a silent challenge. Felix's flush deepened as his heart hammered against his ribs. The air crackled more intensely, the tension turning into something carnal, something magnetic.

Then, Seungmin moved. Dropping to his knees, he met Felix's gaze, a shy but determined smile on his lips. "May I?" he whispered, the plea almost reverent. Felix, captivated by Seungmin's audacity, could only nod, a silent consent that sent a wave of heat through his body.

In one smooth motion, Seungmin slid Felix's sweatpants and boxers down his legs, exposing his hard erection, and took him into his mouth, his tongue working with slow, deliberate strokes. The sounds Felix made—a strangled moan and a sharp intake of breath—were amplified by the confines of the closet, turning the space into a pressure cooker of desire. Meanwhile, Changbin was a silent observer, his hands clenched into fists as he watched the scene unfold before him with a burning hunger.

The taste of Felix on Seungmin's tongue was a potent elixir, making the already charged atmosphere thick and heavy. Changbin, unable to take the torture anymore, moved closer. He cupped Felix's face in his hands, pulling him into a kiss so hard it knocked the air out of his lungs. His tongue pushed deep, exploring every corner, staking his claim. He pulled back just enough to press Felix's hand against his own hardened shaft, making him gasp at the contact.

Felix moaned, his body vibrating with pent-up need. He wanted more, further. The realization hit him like a wave. It was a want that shocked him, a desire so raw and powerful that it made him throw caution to the wind. He looked at the two of them. It was a silent question, a plea etched in the depths of his eyes.

Changbin and Seungmin looked at each other and then back at Felix. They both nodded slowly. Felix was sure? He nodded in agreement.

Without a word, Changbin shed his own pants while Seungmin continued his efforts, his hands and mouth working with a practiced rhythm. Changbin lined up against Felix, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cool air. Slowly, with careful precision, he pushed inside Felix, making him moan with a mix of pain and pleasure.

The sounds that filled the closet were now a symphony of desire - the wet, urgent sucking of Seungmin's mouth, the sharp intakes of breath as Changbin moved within Felix, and the low moans that escaped Felix's lips. They switched positions, teasing, sucking, making sure no one was left yearning. It was a whirlwind of sensation, a dance of synchronized desire that had taken over the small space.

Thirty long, breathless minutes passed in that small space, minutes that blurred the lines between friends, desire, and something more.

Meanwhile, outside the closet, the muffled sounds had ignited a silent inferno. Jimin's face was flushed, his breath coming in short pants, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal. He was having a nose bleed and stared at the closet door in disbelief. Jungkook, beside him, was equally stunned, the realization of what was happening within those four walls hitting him like a punch to the gut.

Their playful plan, initially conceived as a harmless way to shake up the static energy between the two groups, had clearly backfired. It had worked too well.

"We should… we should just go," Jungkook stammered, his face a mask of confusion and rising heat. Nodding mutely, Jimin followed him back into the main room. They joined the others, their faces a bright scarlet, unable to meet anyone's gaze, offering no explanation as to what they just heard.

A few minutes later, the library door finally opened. Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin emerged, their cheeks flushed, their hair askew, and their clothes hastily rearranged. The expressions on their faces were a mix of lingering desire and a quiet understanding, a shared secret that bound them together in a way they had never experienced before. They quietly resumed their places, adding to the growing confusion in the group.

The others, sensing that something seismic had taken place, bombarded them with questions, but the trio responded with vague answers, their eyes holding a secret light that nobody could decipher.

The rest of the night was filled with a strange, almost surreal atmosphere. There was a new air of candid comfort and a sense of openness that had never been there before. The charged tension between Stray Kids had dissipated, replaced by a newfound ease. It was as if the shared experience, the raw and honest display of desire in the cramped confines of the library closet, had ripped away the layers of restraint, revealing the true feelings beneath.

The game of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' had become something more - a catalyst for change, a moment of revelation that had forever altered the dynamic between them. It was a silent pact, a promise whispered in moans and shared glances, a connection forged in the heat of the moment.

It was a night they would all remember - a night when desires were confessed, secrets were shared, and the walls between them finally crumbled.