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luvyeni · 6 months

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❛TWO PLUS ONE❜ ( l.minho & h.jisung )

p. bestfriend!minsung x fem!reader w. 4.5k+

warnings? threesome, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, mxm moments, alludes to a poly relationship

— 𖦹 ( both you and your boyfriend are crushing on his long time friend, so why not add him ) !

“You ready?” you boyfriend asked, you both were sitting outside the house of one of his best friends, you fixed your lipgloss, turning to him. “You sure this is the right place to meet them, I mean this is your friends celebration party – is now the right time to introduce me to them?”

You and lee know had been dating for about a year, when he decided it was time to meet his friends. “Of course, Felix wouldn’t mind, he’s been the main one asking to meet you, well besides jisung.”

Ah jisung, you’ve heard about jisung more than any of the others — he was your boyfriend's closest friend. “Jisung has been waiting to meet you since we’ve started dating.”

“I promise babydoll, if I didn’t think they didn’t want you here I would have bought you.” He reassured, you nodded. “Okay, let’s go, i’m ready.” He reaches over, giving you a kiss. “Good girl, if you’re good tonight i’ll eat that pretty pussy of yours until you’re begging me to stop.” You smiled, “Deal.”

You guys walk up to the door, his hand resting on your lower back, knocking on the door. “Jisung is gonna love you I swear.” You laugh, “I feel like you just wanted me to meet jisung.” He hummed, “besides you, he’s the most important person in my life.” You nodded, as the door swung open.

“Hyung, you’re here!” A blonde hair fairy opened the door — he was gorgeous, “And this must be y/n?” He held his arms out. “You’re even more gorgeous in person.” He pulled you into a hug. “Be calm Felix, before changbin gets all jealous.” Minho guided you into the house. “Please, he gets jealous over any little thing, i’m used to it.” You laughed. “Sounds like you.” Your boyfriend pinched your side, “Because you’re mine.”

“Just like changbin, mine mine mine, like give it a rest.” He guided you both through the party, to the kitchen. “Well make yourself a home, drinks are self-served, I have to go greet more guest, and make sure changbin isn’t somewhere strangling seungmin.” He excused himself before leave.

After pouring you both some drinks, lee know guided you through the crowds of people, “let’s go find my friends.”

After looking for a few minutes, you seen him smile. “There they are, let’s go.” He held your hand, and you both walked over to the group. “There he is!” The one you knew as chan beamed. “And look who he bought.”

Everyone’s eyes turned to you both, mostly you. “You must be yn?” You nodded, holding your hands out. “Hello.” You smiled, “Oh please, we’ve been waiting forever to meet you, come here.” He pulled you into a hug.

“Baby you know their names; that’s chan — of course you met Felix and that’s changbin, hyunjin and seungmin.” He pointed them out, “And that’s jeongin, our maknae.” He introduced them, you waved. “It’s nice to meet you everyone.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, you’re always the topic of our conversation with minho, so it nice to finally put a face to the name.” You turned to your boyfriend. “Don’t act so smug, you know how obsessed I am with you.”

“Obsess isn’t the word, I haven’t heard him talk about anyone like that before.” Seungmin said, “Well beside jisung.” You hummed. “I’ve heard so much about this jisung, is he here — I would love to finally meet him.” You spoke. “He just went to the bathroom; he should be here soon.”

As if on cue, a boy came jogging over. “The long was so long.” You watched your boyfriends' eyes light up — much how they did with you. “Hannie-ah.” Your boyfriend called. “Hyung, w-when you get here?” He was cute, his chubby cheek, lips in a permanent pout — if you weren’t in a relationship with your boyfriend, he’d definitely be your type.

“A few minutes ago.” Your boyfriend said. “And he bought yn.” His eyes drifted to you — you swore you saw them widen just a bit before returning to normal. “y-yn?”

Jisung didn’t mean to be so surprised — but you really were as gorgeous as minho had said, he seen pictures of his of course, but you are even more beautiful in person. “It’s finally nice to meet you.” You pulled him into hug.

“Oh my god, is this what lino hyungs’ wet dreams look like.” Felix quickly slapped his boyfriend's chest; you laughed pulling away. “Please excuse him, he’s drunk.” You held your hand up. “It’s fine.” You spoke, turning back to jisung. “I understand why he talks and him so much, he’s adorable.” Jisung’s face turned red at the unexpected compliment.

“Wow only jisung could have both the girlfriend and the boyfriend be equally as fond for him.” Jisung coughed awkwardly. “T-thank you.” You nodded, turning to your boyfriend, “I’m gonna go get another drink.”

“I‘ll go get it baby.” You shook your head, “stay and talk to your friends, I can go get my own drink — do you want something.” He shook his head no. “Jisung, you want something?” His eyes cutely widened. “Me?” He pointed to himself. “Yes, you’re the only one without a drink.”

“S-sure, if that’s okay with you.” You nodded. “Coming right up.” You said, untangling your arms from lino. “I’ll come with you; someone here needs some water.” Felix climbed off of changbins’ lap, following behind you, both of holding on to each other as you shuffled away from the group.

“Your girlfriend is amazing, never break up.” Seungmin spoke up, lino sat down on the couch. “She is amazing, the best thing that has happened to me in a while.” Lino eyed jisung who sat on the arm of the couch, who seemed to be in his own world.

“I’m so surprised that you and lino got together.” Felix said, You both stood in the kitchen gossiping. “We all genuinely thought he’d end up with jisung.” You tilted your head in confusion. “Oh my, did you not know he was bisexual?” his eyes widened, slapping his mouth. “I talk to much.” He whined.

You laughed, stopping him, “Of course I know, that was the first thing he told me when we got together.” He sighed in relief, handing you a drink. “But I didn’t know he and jisung used to date.”

“Oh, I don’t think they officially did, but it was so obvious they were more than friends, they were like soulmates.” He said, you nodded along, listening. “They did everything together — still do, well when he’s not with you of course.”

Oddly enough, you weren’t jealous upon hearing this — it was actually cute that your boyfriend had someone like jisung in his life before you — you remember your boyfriend telling you all the stuff they did together in college, and it seem like they had a lot of fun together. “Do you know know why they didn’t end up together.”

Felix shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “I don’t actually, I think they just decided to stay friends.” He explained, “Then he met you.”

You guys made your way back to the group, holding your drinks. “Here you go jisung.” He took the drink from the hand. “Th-thank you.” You nodded, sitting down in lino’s lap. “What took you guys so long?” He pouted, “I missed you.” You kissed his lips. “Just having a chat, learned so much.” You said, your eyes drifting to jisung, who was already staring at you two. You smiled at him, he quickly turned away — looking into his drink like it was important.

“Yeah?” He kissed your neck, you chuckled at his nose tickling you. “Like what?” He smirked. “That’s a secret baby.” You said said. “We don’t have secrets baby you know that.” Felix spoke up, cradling a drunk changbin in his arms, feeding him water. “Ah lino hyung, mind your business.”

“Yah Lee Felix, don’t try and turn my girlfriend on me.” He shouted; you grabbed his cheek. “It was nothing baby I promise.” You kissed him again. “Oh my god you two are so cute.” Hyunjin cooed, you smiled taking another sip of your drink.

The party was ending, people slowly leaving one by one. “I’m glad everyone could make it.” He held changbin up, “And yn it was nice to meet you, you have to get my number from lino so we can get coffee together.” You nodded, standing up.

“You ready baby?” Lino nodded, standing up. “Yeah, just let me go say bye to jisung, he’s talking to chan over there.” He said, “I’ll come with you — it was nice to meet you guys.” You waved, intertwining your hands with lino; both of you walked over to the boy.

Chan excused himself, claiming he had to go work on a song, leaving you both with jisung. “You have a way home jisung?” Lino asked, the boy nodded. “Y-yeah hyung, seungmin is gonna drive me home.”

“It was to meet you yn.” He said, you pulled him into a hug. “You too jisung, I hope we can meet each other again, maybe in a calmer setting.” Lino smiled at the interaction. “S-sure okay.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. “I’ll call you.” He grabbed the boys' arm, before walking away with you.

The ride back home was short, both of you making small conversation — you told him about all the drama you got from the women at the party, his hand resting on your thigh as he drove.

That all switched up as soon as you stepped foot in the apartment, his lips were on your neck, and you soon found yourself being pressed against the bed as your boyfriend buried his face in your cunt.

“Fu-fuck lino, more.” You moaned grabbing his hair, pushing him deeper into your sopping heat. “Fu-fuck, fuck i’m i’m gonna cum baby.” You screamed. “Fuck! i’m gonna cum!”

Your cunt clenched around his tongue, cumming all over his face. “Shit.” You breathed, coming down from your high. “That felt so good.” He came up from between your legs, kissing your lips. “Told you, I could spend hours eating your pretty pussy.”

“So did you like my friends.” Lino asked, you hummed. “Of course, they’re really nice, especially Felix, he wants to have coffee this week.” Lino nodded, “That’s good, i’m glad you’re getting along with them.”

“And jisung?” He said, “How did you feel about him?” You look up at him. “He’s cute — a little quiet, I wish I could speak to him more.” You said, he smiled. “You and jisung seem to be really close.” You said, rubbing his chest. “Yeah, since college.”

“Have you guys ever done anything together?” You wanted to see if he would lie. “Why do you ask that?” His eyebrow quirked up. “Mmm I don’t know, just a question.” He could tell when you were lying. “Baby, did Felix tell you something?” You smiled cheekily realizing you’d been caught.

“Is that what you guys were talking about? If me and jisung fucked?” You pouted at his crude language. “Don’t say it like that.” He laughed, “We’ll did you?”

“Yeah, we did a few times.” He said, “when?” You questioned. “A few times in college, a couple times before I met you.” He said, smirking. “Why you jealous baby?” you slapped his chest. “That’s you who’s always jealous.” You said.

“Besides, jisung is cute, if we weren’t together i’d definitely fuck him.” That made his cock twitch for some reason. “R-really?” he cleared his throat. “Yes, why would i lie, I would definitely take care of him though.” God that was turning him on hearing you say that.

In all honestly lino often thought about his time with jisung, no he’d never cheat on you — he loved you with all his heart, but jisung, jisung was something special to him. he’d often thought about what it would be like if he was in a relationship with you, but also jisung — waking up with both of you, dates and everything, but he never brought it up, scared you think he was gonna cheat.

“Lino, you okay?” you asked noticing he suddenly went quiet. “Huh?” he said. “I asked were you okay?” He nodded. “I’m fine, just thinking.”

“You wanna fuck jisung?” You asked abruptly, you could see something in his eyes, the way he looked at jisung — it didn’t make you mad, it actually turned you on a bit. “Baby.” You sat up, turning to him. “It’s fine if you do.” His mouth hung open. “Are you saying that just because you want to please me, because mph—” you hushed him up with a kiss.

“I see how you look at jisung, you look at me the same way.” You said, “I think it’s cute, I think you guy’s relationship is cute.” You confessed. “Baby, seems like you have a little crush on jisungie too.” You smiled, shrugging — maybe you did, maybe you just wanted to fuck him, you didn’t know, but you definitely did feel your heart pitter a little when you met the boy.

“He’s cute.” You smiled, “I just want to take care of him I don’t know.” He smiled. “You think he’d be down?” You asked, your boyfriend furrowed his eyes. “Be down to what? Fuck or date us?” He questioned. “Well, I know I definitely want to fuck him, but I would also want to try and date him, if that’s okay with you.”

He felt like he was dreaming, you were quite literally bringing his fantasy to life. “I need you to totally sure you want that, we’re talking about adding someone else into our relationship, I like jisung very much, but if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.” You straddled his lap. “I want to.” You said, “I want to so bad.”

He smiled, grabbing the back of your neck pulling you into a heated kiss. “I’ll talk to him about it.” He toyed with your bottom lip. “I’ll invite him over and we can talk about it together.” He said. “Fantastic.” You beamed. “Now.” You slowly rocked your hips. “I want you to fuck me.”

He flipped you over, hovering above. “Did thinking about fucking jisung make you horny.” You bit your lip, nodding. “Nasty baby, I didn’t even ask him yet and your already soaked for him.” He toyed with your clit. “Please fuck me.” You moaned out.

“Gladly baby.”

“Is he almost here yet?” You asked your boyfriend, he chuckled pulling you into his lap. “Calm down baby, he’s on his way — you’ve never been this excited to see me.” You pouted. “Don’t lie.”

You and your boyfriend took a week to actually think about it and talk it through — this was a big decision, and someone else’s emotions were involved so you wanted to make sure you wanted it for real. “i’m just nervous, what if he doesn’t want to?”

“Should we find someone else then?” You shook your head no. “I want him and you only.” You said, he nodded patting your thigh. “Oh he’s definitely gonna love you, baby.” He kissed your cheek, just as the doorbell rang, making you hop up. “He’s here.” He laughed, tapping your butt. “Calm down, go answer the door.”

You opened the door, revealing the the boy, dressed in a oversized sweatshirt and some cargo pants with a beanie. “O-oh hi yn.” He stuttered. “Is lino hyung here.” He seemed so nervous; it just made you want to wrap your arms and comfort him. “Come in han-ah.” Lino called from the living room. You stepped to the side, letting him in.

You made some snacks, bringing them into the living-room. “Thank you, baby.” You sat down in lap. “No problem.” Jisung shuffled in his seat. “How have you been jisung?” You asked, he sat up straight, you smiled. “O-oh i’be been good.” You nodded, “Have you worked on any songs, lino told me you’re a producer.” He nodded, eyes lightening up. “Yeah a few.”

“That’s cool, maybe one day I could hear a few.” You said, “Really?” He said. “Of course, yn is a music executive at a company, she’s really good at her job.” You smiled at the praise from your boyfriend. “I could help you, give one of your songs to the higher ups of you want.” His eyes widened. “You would?”

“Of course, lino says you’re really talented, if it’s good, they’ll definitely take it.” He smiled; it felt the first time you met lino — yeah you definitely did like him like you liked lino. “Thank you yn, thank you so much.”

You left them to talk freely, going back to your room, to do some work on your computer, while they stayed in the living room. “She’s like a dream isn’t she?” Lino said, jisung nodded. “Sh-she’s really nice, I see why you like her.”

“I told her about us — well Felix did.” Lino said, jisung picked at his fingers. “H-he did, why? The boy questioned. “I don’t know, she wasn’t mad or anything.” The boy sighed of relief. “That’s good, I would hate it if I made her upset or feel jealous.” He spoke.

“In fact, she found it cute.” Lino said, “She didn’t mind at all, I think she might have a little crush on you.” He smirked, watching the boy freeze. “M-me? But she has you.” He said. “I don’t mind it, han-ah you know how I feel about you.”

Jisung shuffled in his seat, why was he telling him this — right before lino announced that he entered a relationship with you, jisung had contemplated if he should confess to the older boy, but atlas, he was too late. Jisung never got over his crush on the boy, but he would never disrespect you like that. “Jisung you know I like you right?”

“H-hyung, you have yn, why are you telling me this.” He said. “Because she likes you too.” He was confused. “Wh-what?”

“She’s been talking about you since the party, it’s cute actually — watching her go on and on.”

“Wh-what does this mean?” He asked, “Well that’s up to you.” Lino responded. “What do you mean, like being in a relationship with you both?” Jisung asked, the older boy shrugged. “If you wanted to.”

This was a lot for the boy to take in, you really like him — and wanted him to be in a relationship with you and lino. “Why me?” He said. “She thinks you’re cute, she doesn’t want anyone else.” Lino said. “Only wants to take care of you sung.” The older boy, got up sitting next to him. “Doesn’t that sound like me, maybe that’s why we work so well.”

Lino put his hand on the boy's thigh. “Both just want to take care of you.” His hand reached higher and higher — jisung gulped, his cock twitched. “I-is she okay with this?” Lino hummed before dipping into the boys' necks, kissing him lightly. “H-hyung.” The boy sighed. “Is this what you want sung? You want us to take care of you?” Lino palmed the boy through his hands, the boy moaned, his cock hardening.

“S-she’s in the room.” He said, “You want go to her?” Lino asked. “S-she’s busy.” Lino laughed. “She’ll stop for this; I know she will.” He pulled away from the boy. “Come on.”

You rubbed your temples, hitting send on the last email you had to send. “Finally.” You sighed — the door opening. “Baby?” Lino said. “You busy?”

“I’m done now, I just sent in the last email.” You said. “See I told you, she isn’t busy, jisung was scared we’d bother you.” Your boyfriend had that look in his eye. “Did he say yes?” You asked, they both walked into the room, jisung was much more reserved. “of course, he did baby, nobody could resist you.”

You turned to jisung, “are you sure you want this jisung?” You sat down next to him. “I really want this to be something we all enjoy, we all know he will.” You point to your boyfriend, who was already laying on the bed. “And I want you feel comfortable.”

He nodded shyly, “I-i do.” You smiled, bringing your hand to his cheek, caressing it, he melted into your touch. “So cute.” You pulled him into a kiss.

Lino watched you two make out at the door of his bed, it was surely a sight — watching you lead jisung, normally it was him who led you during sex, but it was sexy watching you take over — not that he’d ever allow you to do such thing to him.

“That’s enough both of you.” He instructed, you both whined, pulling away from each other. “Look at the both of you, panting and all worked up over a kiss.” He smirked. “Come up here now.” You both climbed up to where he was, you sat on your knees. “Fuck what am I gonna do with both of you?” he felt like a kid in a candy store.

“Take your clothes off.” Both of you were quick to stand up — riding yourself of your clothing, climbing back on the bed. “princess didn’t you say you want to take care of hannie here, how about you wrap your pretty lips around his cock?” You smirked, climbing in between his legs.

“Take out his cock pretty.” You obeyed, reaching for his waistband, pulling them down past his waist, his cock sprung out, hitting his abdomen, dripping with pre-cum. “Such a pretty cock.” You grabbed the base of his cock, kissing his tip. “She gave you a compliment baby boy.” Your cunt clenched at your boyfriends words. “Say thank you.”

“Th-thank you.” He stuttered, “good boy, take him all the way baby, make him feel good.” You relaxed your jaw, allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat. “F-fuck.” Jisung cursed. “F-feels good.”

You bobbed your head up and down, occasionally gagging on his length. “Oh my god.” He gasped, feeling himself about to cum. “You gonna cum?” Lino kissed the boys' neck, “You gotta hold it sung.”Lino knew he could barely hold it, he was aware of how sensitive he was.

You looked up at them through your lashes, the sight made you moan, lino’s mouth against jisung, holding the back of his neck. You took him all the way one last time, before he moaned out, cumming into your mouth, you pulled off of his cock, some of his cum staining your cheeks. “You came so much sungie.”

He moaned, pulling away from lino. “I-i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum.” Lino scoffed. “Of course, you did, you’re a needy slut who only loves to cum.” His cock twitched in your hands at your boyfriends' words. “He likes that min.”

“I know baby, I know what both my pretty sluts like.” You felt your panties soaking at his lewd language. “Come here princess.” You climbed into his lap, sitting right on his hard cock. “Want you to ride me.” He slapped your ass. “Take my cock out baby.”

You unbuckled his pants, pulling them off, climbing back into his lap. “Fuck sung, her pussy is throbbing, you’re gonna love it.” He moaned, you took his cock from his underwear, hovering over his pink tip as you stroked it — sinking down. “Fuck min.” you moaned, his cock filling you up. “Such a warm cunt, move for me baby.” You began to slowly move your hips; he threw his head back.

Jisung on the other hand was getting hard again, his cock bobbed against stomach, begging to be touched, you took notice, stopping. “Did I say stop?” You pouted. “But jisung is all alone.” You whined, lino smirked, slapping your ass. “Don’t worry about him, just keep bouncing on my cock.”

Jisung watched your tits bounced up and down as you moved on linos cock, ready to reach for his, when lino grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it. “H-hyung.” He moaned, you clenched on lino’s cock, watching him jerk the boy off in front of you was such a turn on. “Fuck lino, i’m gonna cum!” you exclaimed.

“Go ahead and cum.” Lino groaned, “Fuck i’m gonna cum too.” You moved faster, squeezing your boob, clenching down as you came all over his cock. “oh fuck, you’re squeezing me -ngh- fuck i’m cumming.” Lino grunted, spilling his load into your dripping cunt. “fuck princess, get up.” He ordered.

He let go of jisung cock, “want you to ride hannie, want him to feel you pretty pussy filled with my cum.” You climbed off of lino and into jisungs, your boyfriends cum dripping out of you. “Fuck, sit on his cock, before it spills out of you.”

You sunk down on jisung, both of you moaning in unison. “That’s it, moan for me my pretty slut.” Lino watched as you both feverishly moved against each other, chasing your highs — you were feeling super sensitive, so it didn’t take long before you were screaming that you were close. “Hannie, you better hurry, once she cums you won’t be able to cum, we gotta give our girl a break.”

That’s what it took for him to cum, lino calling you ‘our girl’ — he hadn’t even thought about that part, the fact that he’ll be able to touch you like this, not only that he’ll be able to kiss you and lino whenever. His thighs shook as he came, filling you up more with his cum. “Sh-shit.” He cursed.

Lino watched you two make out for awhile, before ordering you both to stop. “Both of you need to get cleaned up, I know both of you can’t go another round, you’re both acting like bunnies in heat.” You pulled away, giving him a few pecks. “He’s just jealous.” You teased.

“Yah, you really want to show jisung how I treat brats, i’m trying to be nice.” You pouted. “You’re so mean, i’m just trying to be nice.” Jisung chuckled watching you both go back and forth. “It’s funny hannie?” He glared at the boy. “Don’t try and intimidate him.” You said. “Both of you better get up and shower, before neither one of you cum for the whole week.”

You both finally got washed up, lino giving both of you some clothes to wear — waiting for you both to return back to bed. “Hurry!” you intertwined your hands with jisung, walking out of the bathroom. “Calm down.” You said. “We’re right here.”

Han laid in the middle, while you held him, lino opting to hold his hand, watching tv. “We can do this whenever you want.” You played with his hair. “Not without my permission though.” Lino said, you rolled your eyes.

“I would like that.” You smiled kissing his cheek. “Good.” Lino turned to you, “where’s mine.” He pointed to his cheek. “Come.” He leaned over, and you planted a kiss on his cheek. “Good girl.” He ruffled hans hair — he was happy with you before, but now that he both of you, he felt complete.

“Both of you my good baby’s.”

©LUVYENI

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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Phases

Phase One: Emotion Sickness

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 8.7k

Story Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung (jisung chapter focus), dom!jisung x brat!reader, mxm, overcome angst, alcohol consumption, unprotected but clean piv, orgasm denial, a nice lil slap, lots of teasing and back talk, marking, talk of training reader, cream pie, stupid asses in love

Phase One ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟPhase Two

Being best friends with Jisung is like living in a sitcom every day of your life. Everything about him is comical and endearing and you love every bit of him and his huge personality. You’d been friends with him for so long that when he sat you down, worried look on his face, and told you he liked both boys and girls you raised an eyebrow at him, “am I supposed to act surprised?”

“You’re not?” His expression changed from worry to confusion.

“As if we’re not a pair of bisexual assholes.”

“Wait, you like girls too?!”

“How have you survived this long?” You stood from your seat and pressed a mockingly sweet kiss to the top of his head, pulling him into a hug.

Nothing in your friendship had changed other than things were a lot more open between you and Jisung. The two of you shared love interests and swapped between them like clothes back and forth, generally no relationship going past anything other than a second date and maybe taking them home. You both even went to testing centers together to make sure neither of you contracted any of the nasty. Definitely fun, reckless things kids in college did. That was, until Jisung met Minho in your senior year.

Minho was a few years older than you both, had a permanent job and lived on his own. He was his own person that somehow wiggled his way into your duo to become a trio. You weren’t mad at it, by any means, Minho was one of the most attractive, intriguing, successful men you’d ever seen. For that reason, you questioned why he wanted to be friends with Jisung, and even more, friends with you.

It became evident early on that he wasn’t leaving either of you alone any time soon and you became used to his presence, eventually coming to the point where you wanted to be around him just as much as you did Jisung. The three of you were the pinnacle of friend groups. So bound at the hip, none of you ever realized how strange it looked on the outside.

But Jisung and Minho started spending more time together, without you. Sure it sucked and yeah, you were hurt that they never bothered to invite you, but Minho was always Jisung’s friend before he was yours. You always just thought the three of you were a package deal, not accessories to be mixed and matched.

They made up for it in time after you expressed your feelings and were gracious not to make it a bigger deal than you wanted it to be. There weren’t even any tears shed… by Minho. You and Jisung, on the other hand, were absolute jokes of a mess, faces red, covered in tears and snot running down your noses, weeping into each other’s arms because you’re both the most dramatic people any of you know. When you pulled Minho into the hug, squishing Jisung between your bodies, he thought he might’ve shed a tear with how tightly you held him. But as the two of you fell apart, Minho wouldn’t bring himself to unravel out of sheer need to protect his only two constants. So he wrapped himself around you and Jisung, blanketing you both until your breaths and heartbeats returned to normal.

“C’mon Min, it’s just a little get together. You don’t even need to bring anything other than your pretty, pretty face,” you smiled up at the brunette who was flowing about the kitchen while you sat on the counter.

“You’re in my way,” he murmured and reached around your body to grab whatever he needed.

“You’re avoiding the subject.”

“Not avoiding. Just ignoring.”

“Rude.”

Just as you spoke, the sound of the front door rang through the apartment, “who’s rude?” Jisung sounded. He kicked his shoes off and joined you and Minho, sitting on a stool at the kitchen island.

“Your boyfriend. He doesn’t wanna go to Changbin’s party tomorrow.” Neither of the two reacted at the labeled nickname. They were used to you making jokes, even turning it around and saying they were your boyfriends, too.

Minho peaked his head out from around the refrigerator door to look at you, “you said it was a ‘little get together.’”

“Potatoe, potato.”

“Why don’t you wanna go to Changbin hyung’s thing? Didn’t you agree to give him some cookbooks as a housewarming gift or something?” Jisung snatched a crouton from the salad bowl Minho was preparing, earning him a sharp look from the older.

“I just don’t feel like socializing.” Minho groaned into the fridge, closing the door around his head, hiding.

Jisung stood and wrapped his arms around Minho to playfully shake him back and forth, “pleeease, hyung?”

“Pleeease, Min?” You copied Jisung’s tone, “it’ll be so much fun. We can drink and eat good food and–”

“Fine,” he pulled his head out of the fridge and pushed Jisung away, “but we’re leaving by 10.”

None of you left by 10, and the housewarming party was not little. It was like you were back in college with how many people you didn’t know crammed into one room. And like most college parties, everyone was wasted beyond belief, even Changbin who was meant to be hosting. You, Minho, and Jisung tried greeting him only to be met by his overly affectionate persona that showed face when he was drunk. He had slung his arm over your shoulder and slurred incoherent sentences in your ear that made you laugh.

Minho didn’t like that, he shoved Changbin off of you and let him fall to the couch to let someone else deal with.

As the three of you made your rounds to greet everyone that was sober enough to speak to, you came to the conclusion that you couldn’t let your friends be shit faced without any supervision. You took it upon yourself to watch over them, keep their face out of toilet bowls so they don’t drown and put a pillow under their heads when they finally passed out. Chan was sort of helping, though only for a little because Jisung convinced him to take a few more shots knowing how much of a lightweight he is, and Chan was soon down for the count as well and taking up space on the hallway floor. Felix and Hyunjin were nowhere to be found, you could only guess they either left early or occupied one of the bathrooms to share the toilet. Seungmin refused to let you help him make it to the couch, Minho had to throw him over his shoulder to cooperate, and Jeongin followed you like a lost puppy until you coerced him into Changbin’s bed beside him where they both fell asleep.

You were too absorbed in getting all the other strangers out of the house and making sure your friends didn’t die that you didn’t realize it had probably been hours since you’d spoken to Minho or Jisung. Even if you arrived with and planned to leave with them, you suddenly felt lonely.

Turning down the music and flicking on the lights, you picked up whatever trash you could to get ahead of cleaning when you heard voices coming from the kitchen. Surely, it was your best friends because they would never leave you behind. Without thinking, you headed for the garbage can in the kitchen and hoped to talk Minho into forgiving you for keeping them out so late. The voices fell silent, as did your footsteps when you tiptoed over a passed out Chan to step into the room. You laughed at his sleeping form, using his jacket as a blanket and one of the couch’s throw pillows tucked beneath his head.

Just as you entered the kitchen’s doorway, your eyes fell upon what was both the most confusing and entrancing of scenes. Pinned between the countertop and Minho’s body was Jisung with his fingers carding through the brunette’s hair, tugging him closer while their lips moved in together in a delicate dance. The sound of their mouths colliding and lungs striving for air was the only thing you could hear, ringing in your ears like a siren song. Minho’s hands snaked around the younger’s waist and made him look small in his grasp. You particularly watched the way neither of them seemed to be in a hurry and how gently they held one another. Your hand moved on its own, coming up to your mouth to touch your lips like they were longing for the same warmth. The movement made the plastic red cups in your hold drop to the floor with a loud clatter, scaring you into dropping everything else, too.

The two boys pulled away from each other in the blink of an eye, immediately realizing that it was you. Their stares were wide and frantic and ears tinted red. Jisung scratched at the back of his neck and readjusted his shirt, Minho ran his fingers through his hair, and both their lips plump, glossy, kiss bitten. They looked between each other and back at you, then each other again before taking a step forward in unison towards you. You took a step back, still unsure of what to do. Neither of them pressed again, just watching your movements.

“I didn’t mean to intrude…” you laughed out of nervousness and embarrassment, moreso the latter hoping they couldn’t see the pink that covered your cheeks. “I’m… I’m gonna go home.”

“We’ll come with you,” Jisung was quick to speak, holding his hand out. You backed away another step, an anxious chuckle leaving you.

“That’s okay. I– I’m gonna sleep at my own place tonight.” Jisung backed down, knowing that the sympathetic smile on your face was enough to show you weren’t mad or upset, just needing space.

However, Minho looked like a lost puppy that was just kicked to the ground, more than hurt. The sheen that covered his eyes were painful to look at, as though you’d been the one to hurt him. As far as that was from the truth, you still had to blink a few overwhelmed tears away while simultaneously feigning a smile so hard your cheeks hurt. His hands were less antsy, clutching one over his chest. As you looked between them, you swiped the stray moisture from your eyes and gave them a thumbs up, “I’ll see you guys… uh… soon… Bye.”

With that, you left, hoping the night air would make the fog in your brain dissipate.

Out of all the things you expected the night to bring, seeing your two best friends kissing definitely wasn’t one of them. By no means were you angry, not at them, at least. Confused, sure, but who wouldn’t be? More than anything, you were curious. They seemed so comfortable with each other, as though they’d been doing it for years.

If you hadn’t alarmed them, what would have happened next? If you hadn’t run away, what would they have said? If you hadn’t reacted so badly, would you be asleep next to them and not in your own bed alone?

As you laid facing the ceiling, your mind wandered back to the night before. The sounds of their wet lips smothering one another, the grip of Jisungs fingers pulling Minho’s hair so sweetly and Minho caressing Jisung like he was fine china. You wondered when the hell that had happened, when they happened. There wasn’t a day since you had expressed feeling left out that they had neglected inviting you, so how the fuck did you miss all the signs? And why was it bothering you that you did? You should be beyond the moon that your two most precious people in the world are seeing each other, because they’re perfect. They’re perfect together and you couldn’t have picked anyone better to make them happy. Right?

Right. They’re carbon copies in different fonts, strangely perfect and perfectly strange. Why does your chest feel so tight? Since when did your heart beat in your stomach? There’s no way you could be jealous, or else you’d be an even shittier person than you thought you already were.

In the two days you had been ignoring their texts and phone calls– mostly Jisungs’s– you ran through every possible explanation your smooth brain could come up with. There was that they were drunk and it was a spur of the moment thing. Though, that wouldn’t explain either of their reactions, if that was the case then they would’ve laughed it off. You also theorized that maybe Jisung had food on his face, it was a common enough occurrence that you couldn’t rule it out entirely. Yeah, that’s the one. Minho was helping him because Jisung would rather aimlessly lick his tongue around his lips than use a napkin, and it just so happened that they—

Knock, knock, knock.

You weren’t expecting anyone, and deliveries can never make it up the six flights of stairs to get to your front door. Haphazardly, you tiptoed to the door and looked through the peephole. Jisung was bouncing up and down in his spot, ashy blonde hair messy like he’d just wrestled with a bear. His head snapped straight up to the dark side of the peephole, “Y/N, c’mon. I heard you walk up to the door.”

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself before letting him in.

Jisung pushed his way through before you even had the opportunity to open the door all the way, kicking off his house slippers and pacing around your living room. Slowly shutting it behind you, you leaned your back against the door and clutched onto your elbows. He waved his hands around like he was having an internal battle with himself. In fact, Jisung looked like he’d been fighting that battle for the past two days. He was still dressed in his house shorts and a ratty old shirt you remember him buying years ago, there was a hole in his sock where his big toe was and it made you smile small at his never ending hardheadedness even after both you and Minho told him to throw the pair away.

“Ji,” you called, voice cracking slightly. He stopped his stride and eyes shot teary daggers into your soul. “You don’t need to explain anything to me.”

“B– but I need to! Things are so much more complicated than it looked when you found us and you deserve answers because you’ve never once kept anything from us and–”

You took a few strong steps forward to catch him by the shoulders and came face to face. He was almost shaking in your hold, letting your hands warm the cold skin of his neck to sooth him. Jisung melted into your touch and you could feel him already beginning to calm, though his lip still trembled, so much he wanted to say but had no idea how to say it. So you spoke first, “you two are my most favorite people in the entire world. If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“That’s the problem,” Jisung took your hands and guided them to his cheeks, keeping you from moving. He took a closer step into you, “you’re our favorite person. And the way you looked at us…” The way he referred to the pair of them made you feel just that much more sick in your gut. “I’d rather die than have you look at me like that again.” His hands held yours tighter, squishing your palms to his cheeks to the point of his lips puckering.

You didn’t say anything, instead waiting for him to calm down enough so that he could articulate himself the way he wanted. When he did, Jisung sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I need to tell you something but you need to promise me you won’t run.”

“You know I have a 14 minute walking mile time.” He laughed breathily and guided you both to sit on the floor, couch behind your backs with your hands still glued to his cheeks. “You can tell me anything.”

“Min wanted to wait, but I can’t stand not talking to you for so long–”

“It’s been two days.”

“Exactly. And I’m going crazy because I love you so much…” Jisung gritted his teeth as he said it, you filled the tense silence by whispering, “I love you, too.”

“No, no… Y/N. I love you,” his tone went higher the more he spoke, scared of the blank, expressionless look on your face. Your silence made him keep talking, “I’m in love with you and I’m in love with Minho and he’s in love with you, too. We’re in love with you and I can’t take another second without you knowing that.”

Either you felt everything at once or you felt nothing at all, though you doubted the latter was the issue. The problem was that you didn’t know what it was you were feeling, the two days of voluntary solitude wasn’t enough for you to understand the panging in your chest and how your heart was about to fall out of your ass or the way you wanted to jump Jisung’s bones and hug him until you molecularly phased into his body. All that, and all you could say was, “I love you, too,” again.

It seems he had the same thoughts you did because Jisung crashed his body into yours and sent you slamming into the floor with him keeping you in a bone crushing embrace. His head stayed buried in your neck and hand tangled in your hair, the way you remember him doing to Minho. The feeling of him pulling you in closer by the roots had you wrapping your legs around his torso so the two of you were shaped around one another like a vine. How long you stayed like this, you didn’t know, just that he left supple kisses along the junction of your shoulder that made your head spin with adoration.

More than likely it was hours later that the two of you made your way into your bed with a laughable amount of snacks and coffee to keep you awake for another two days, snuggled beneath the covers. This was normal, in bed with him doing nothing but talking and sharing your thoughts was what you and Jisung did on a regular basis. Except now, he was on his side, head propped in his palm and looking at you like you held the world in your hands. Little to your knowledge, he always looked at you like that. It was only at this moment did you realize.

“When did you and Min… get together?” Your voice was soft, listening intently.

“The same time you got mad at us for leaving you out. That wasn’t intentional and I already knew how I felt about you. I was just… caught up in the moment for a little? God, I had never felt so shitty in my life, making you cry like that.” Jisung lifted his hand to thumb at your cheek as you smiled into his touch.

“Yeah, I didn’t really appreciate that either,” you joked. “So… you’ve known you liked me–”

“Love you,” he corrected.

“Loved me,” Jisung nodded in approval. “And you told Min before you told me?”

“I was scared! You don’t have the best track record with confrontation, babe.” You both giggled at the recall of the previous night, your head falling against his chest to hide the tinge of pink on your cheeks. His free hand held your cheek to his pec and soothingly massaged your scalp until you both relaxed.

It was silent again for a little as you readjusted to lay completely in his arms, engulfed in his scent and body heat. As you laid there, your mind went through all of the times where the three of you were together, you scanned the background of your memories for all the weird stares you’d get from passersby or comments your friends made, even the times where they’d call themselves your boyfriends and how easily it rolled off their tongues.

“Okay.”

Jisung looked down at you, humming with confusion, “okay?”

“Break it down for me.” You drew meaningless shapes into his skin through his shirt, feeling his heartbeat pick up just a little. “I wanna know how this is… all gonna work.”

“Oh! O– okay, well,” Jisung took in a large breath before reaching for your fidgeting hand and intertwining your fingers. “We’ll go slow, step by step, take as much time as you need to feel comfortable. Phase one, we do everything we already do just with a few… more than friendly perks.”

You lingered on the way your hand fit in his so nicely, skin soft and his pretty fingers decorated with rings. “What about Minho? You said he didn’t want you to tell me yet.”

Jisung sighed at the mention of the older. “We let him bring it up at his own pace. He scares away like a cat, y’know.”

The longer Jisung played with your hand, the longer you yearned to touch him, more of him. Mentioning Minho made you remember the tight grip he had in the brunette’s hair, how sweet he sounded when kissing him. You bit your lip at the thought and was suddenly raging with confidence. “So,” you sat up and looked at him, now towering over his figure. “If I wanted to kiss you, would I have to wait to do it infront of him?”

“Y– you wanna kiss me?” Jisung’s eyes widened, pads of his fingers coming up to press against his lips.

Taking his hand away, you guided it to your neck the way he did to you earlier. “Since we’re being honest, I can’t stop thinking about that night, you and him.” His grip tightened just a little as your hand splayed over his chest and slowly rose up. “Can I? Kiss you?”

“Oh my god, I’ve been waiting for you to as–”

Jisung pulled you into him before he could finish his thought, slotting against you with ambition. He felt just as you imagined him, eager but mindful in how to hold you, letting you set the tone with just closed mouth smooches as the sounds of your lips smacking bounced off the bedroom walls. Both his hands found their way into your hair and pulled you impossibly closer until your body fell onto him entirely. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, kissing your best friend until you were both breathless and needy, knowing better than to do anything more.

But oh, how you wanted to. You wanted to kiss him everywhere, make him cower into the sheets and make him feel how much you loved him. There was just too much right now, too much to be figured out. A night of desire wasn’t worth a lifetime of friendship.

So as you pulled away, reluctant Jisung whining and chasing after you for more, you let your forehead rest against his and let out a satisfied laugh. “Slow,” you whispered, letting him pepper kisses to your cheeks.

“Can’t we just jump to phase three?” He breathed against your skin.

“What’s phase three?”

Jisung’s lips made their way down your neck, his tongue leaving wet streaks the further he descended. “You, me, Min, a big ass bed covered in rose petals and candle light. Maybe a kick ass playlist to set the mood–”

The sound of your phone ringing made the both of you jump as if you were being caught doing something illegal. You broke into another fit of giggles when you found out it was Minho calling you. “Hey, pretty boy,” you answer him with a grin, still looking down at Jisung who stared up at you fondly.

“Jesus, Y/N. Are you okay? Why haven’t you been answering? Are you home? I– I’ve tried calling you for days–”

“Two days, Min.”

“Days. It’s been days.” Jisung could hear his voice booming through the phone, laughing and shrugging at how it’s the same thing he’d told you.

“I’m okay.” You eased his worries with two simple words, hearing him sigh on the other end of the call.

“You’re okay,” Minho repeated, relieved.

There was a pause in his breathing, probably unsure of what to say as he walked on eggshells. You knew this about him, he needed careful approaching, as Minho doesn’t like what he doesn’t already know. “I’m coming over tomorrow,” you stated.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

Chuckling lightly, you let Jisung bring your fingertips to his lips and press a kiss to them. As you smiled at the man beneath you, you spoke into the phone, “love you.”

“Whatever… Love you, too.”

“Love you, too!” Jisung yelled into the speaker before you hung up, hearing Minho let out a strangled call of the other boy’s full name and the line went dead.

Jisung immediately took your phone and tossed it aside so he could kiss you again. And again, and again, and again, until both your lips were raw and bruised and chapped.

He slept over and the two of you went over to Minho’s the next afternoon. You were dizzy with how quickly things were changing in your trio’s dynamic, but chose to embrace it rather than question it. Jisung assured you that everything will move as you chose, there was no pressure to do anything you didn’t want to— except talking to Minho. That was something the two men previously agreed that that was Minho’s conversation to have with you. It made you nervous, but if you know him like you think you do, it shouldn’t be anything to worry about.

Nothing was out of any sorts. The topic of the housewarming party was nowhere in sight as you ate lunch, stayed for dinner and even dessert, deciding to call it a night a bit later.

Days went by like that. In front of Minho, everything was the same. But when you and Jisung were alone, things began to get more and more heated. Hands roamed further, kisses became more desperate, you had to force yourself off his lap out of guilt that Minho didn’t know what was happening.

“Baby, you think I wouldn’t tell him? He knows,” Jisung explained after what was probably the fourth or fifth time that week you’ve stopped before you could even get started.

“He knows?! For how long?!” You fully slammed on his crotch, Jisung wincing in pain and accidentally knocking his head back against his headboard. Crossing your arms over your chest, you could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the heavy contact.

“For a few days— can you not sit—“

You intentionally sat deeper, crushing him. “When exactly did you tell him?”

“Three days ago— Y/N, my balls, please—“

“We could’ve had sex three days ago without me feeling like a guilty piece of shit?!”

“There’ll be no dick to have sex with if you don’t get up!” You lifted your hips with a roll of your eyes, Jisung sighing with relief as the pressure alleviated. “I briefly mentioned it in passing that you were a little weary about moving forward without talking to him.”

“Oh… Well, what did he say?”

“That he’s getting there. He’s just really embarrassed,” he caught your hands fidgeting again, holding them tightly in his own before guiding your palms against his chest.

“Embarrassed? About what?”

“How you found out. Let him tell you the details, I think it’s better that way.” You nodded, exhaling deeply as your heart sank a little that Minho was too embarrassed about the whole thing to even speak to you.

“Is he… embarrassed of me?” The sting of hot tears wanted to swell in your waterline, suddenly overwhelmed with guilt that you caused him to feel such a way. You know Minho, you know Jisung, and you know that there has never been a time where you didn’t think you couldn’t go to them for anything. You were sure that if you killed someone, they’d get rid of the body to keep you out of jail. Or better yet, help you plan the murder so none of you were even considered suspects.

Jisung sat up and wrapped his arms around your torso to bring you in for a hug, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. “Baby, baby, no. That’s not it at all!” Your small sniffle had him squeezing you tighter, “I can’t explain it to you the way that he can, but just know we love you. And we want to be with you. You know how weird his mind works. He’ll talk to you about it soon.”

Nodding in agreement, taking Jisung’s words to heart and letting your mind drift away from the brunette and back to the ashy blonde beneath you.

Pulling away from your hiding spot, the aching between your legs was still painfully present, as was the straining in his pants. Pushing his hair from his face while your other hand thumbed at his mouth, your eyebrows raised, “I’m guessing you’re not big on cock stepping?”

Laughing, falling back and taking you with him, Jisung’s hands slipped just under the hem of your shirt to feel your warm skin. “Not particularly. I’d like to have kids someday.”

You smiled as he kissed you, a simple peck that multiplied down his neck and across his exposed collar bones. He liked that area, you noted in the way his hips kicked up into yours and the grip around your waist grew stronger. His hands slipped higher until you decided to discard the shirt entirely, your bra clad cleavage proudly in his face. It wasn’t anything special, but Jisung’s eyes blew wide as though your covered breasts were the key to his life’s questions.

“How can you go from crying about our boyfriend to having your tits in my face? Like a fucking angel,” he ogled your chest unabashedly.

“I’m not even naked yet,” you giggled, blushing.

“Oh god, you’re right.” Jisung dragged his hands down his face while letting his eyes roll back and dramatically whimpering.

Leaning down to kiss him, you shot back up just as quickly, “our boyfriend?”

“Your boyfriend, my boyfriend. The broody, moody guy that cooks for us sometimes and smells really good—”

“Han Jisung,” you interrupted him once more. “Ask me the question.”

“Y’know, I had a whole speech prepared.”

“Did you, now?”

“I was waiting for the right time to say it.”

“Mhm.”

“I was! I practiced it in the bathroom mirror and I gotta say, I’d definitely date me.” Nodding your head some more, you tapped your forefinger against his cheek. “Fine, fine. Cliff notes version,” your approving hum made Jisung clear his throat. “Please do me the honor of allowing me to be your one of two boyfriends.”

“Only because you said please.”

You were flipped onto your back in the split second it took to kiss him again, a squeal leaving your lips when your head hit the pillows. The room was filled with giggles from you and Jisung, hands roaming where they never had before but feeling as though they should’ve been the whole time. He never stayed away for too long, when he took his hands away to strip off his shirt, Jisung grinded his hips deeply into you, fabric on fabric good but not nearly enough.

You’d seen him shirtless more than enough times and each time you’d wanted to run your tongue through the lines of his abs. How badly you wanted to do that now as Jisung towered over you, looking down at your body, his to devour. His eyes were dark, tiniest of glimmers when he smiled deviously. Thumb pressing against your lips, Jisung tilted his head and pouted, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you, baby.

“If it gets too much for you, call yellow, we’ll slow down. Say red and we’ll stop completely. Okay?” You nodded, understanding what you were getting into with him. There have been enough vague yet pinpoint detailed stories shared, making you all the more excited to finally experience it for yourself.

He didn’t need to force his digit past your lips, you let him in without a fight, immediately sucking and teasing him with your tongue. Jisung tsked at your eagerness, “what happened to going slow, hm?”

Teasing. He was teasing you, using your words against you because Jisung knew that’s where his strength lied. He knew he could say the nastiest of things and get away with it, he did it before everything happened and now he could say it with all intents and purposes. Your hips rutted up from under him, but Jisung’s body weight kept you pinned to the mattress. The more you squirmed the bigger he smiled. His chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths was taunting you, your free hand reaching up to trace your nails down his skin from his pec down to the hem of his pants. Jisung shivered at the feeling and you had the honor of witnessing his cock twitching.

Plucking his thumb away, Jisung smeared your saliva over your lips and cheek until his fingers tangled in your hair again, this time yanking you somehow even further against the pillows. Your wince was followed by a menacing giggle, provoking him into gripping the roots tighter. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, babe.”

“You’re so cute when you try to be scary,” you pouted up at him mockingly, laugh turning into a moan when he tugged your head up and leaned over to be centimeters away from each other.

“Is being intimidating only Min’s thing? You’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Then teach me. How scared should I be of you, baby?”

Jisung huffed and threw you back down, climbing off your body entirely and stepping to the side of the bed. You laid on your side, looking up at him as his eyes raked up and down your figure, bra strap slipping off your shoulder and house shorts riding up to just barely show the outline of your aching cunt. Jisung’s mouth watered as you waited for his response, your face feigning innocence while your body was screaming for his touch.

His hand lingered over the button of his pants for a second before crouching to your eye level. “You want the beginner lesson?”

“Advanced.” Jisung pecked your lips once more before standing tall again, finally undoing his pants and relieving the pressure. His bulge fell over the zipper, covered only by his boxers and even those seemed too tight. You bit your lip, reaching out for him. Jisung slapped your hand away and scrunched his eyebrows together, “who gave you permission?”

“I did,” you answered immediately.

“You’re not the boss, baby. Not right now. I don’t have the patience to deal with your brattiness, you’ve kept me waiting for too long already.” He took his pants off and boxers along with it, length springing free in your face.

“Why’s that? You only let Min talk shit to you?”

“Nah, you’ll see. I’ve trained him real good, and I’m gonna do the same with you.”

Jisung manhandled you to hang your head over the edge of the bed, looking at him upside down. The way he threw you around like a ragdoll was painfully arousing, you knew he worked out, but not just how strong he was. “Oh, so you can use those muscles. Who knew?”

“You’re still making jokes? Aren’t you the one on your back?”

“Aren't you the one on a leash?”

“And who’s holding the lead? You?” Jisung scoffed, taking his cock in hand and slowly stroking. It wasn’t until you saw it in his grasp did you realize the extent of his size, you turned to get a better look but was shoved back into position instantly. “No, of course you aren’t. You’re too cock hungry to even control yourself. What ever made that pretty head think it could control me?”

Holding you down by the shoulder, your mouth opened and tongue fell out as Jisung gave a few soft slaps to your cheek with his dick. As degrading as it was, nothing was more humiliating than the fact that you couldn’t stop your legs from pressing together and your hands white knuckling the sheets to stop from shoving them down your pants. He chuckled and his own jaw went slack. “See? Just a slutty little puppy. Wanting to suck on anything and everything.”

You whined a little when he forced your mouth closed with his free hand and held you steady, smearing his precum covered tip around your lips. “Aw, you sound so cute. Cute pup.”

Hips kicking higher, you let them fall back down roughly and drawing his attention elsewhere. Jisung let your jaw go to shove his cock down your throat unexpectedly, making you gag and tears immediately flood. He didn’t give you room to even think, his balls pressing against your nose and leaning over your body to bury himself deeper. Just when you thought you were going to tap out, Jisung pulled away and had you gasping for air.

“Where’d you learn to take cock so well, pup? Mind if I help myself?” He didn’t wait for you to reply, propping himself up on either side of your torso and blindly entering your mouth again. Your throat constricted around it for a few seconds, letting himself succumb to the warm, wet walls. The muffled whimper made goosebumps rise along Jisung’s skin and pull out to the tip. You swirl your tongue around and around, suckling him like a lollipop and attempting to keep your hands to yourself. As if not touching yourself was torture enough, he took a handful of the front of your shorts and pulled, center seam rubbing against your clit easily with how wet you were.

“Didn’t think you’d give in so easily,” he laughed darkly and practically holding your lower half in the air by your shorts, frantically searching for friction. “You were even easier to tame than Min, just had to tell him how cute he was and he was a goner. You? All you want is a good cock to pacify you, hm? Who woulda thought.”

The mumble of your attempted response was intelligible until he pulled away to let his dick fall from your mouth, “what was that, pup?”

“Need your cock,” you breathed heavily, finally able to now that your mouth was free.

“Yeah you fucking do,” Jisung dropped your lower half and stuck his hand down the front of your shorts, fingers swiping at youre core and spreading your arousal beneath the fabric. “Gonna make you crave me all the fucking time.”

Finally being touched had your jaw hanging open again, but he didn’t seem to notice, entranced by the lewd sound of your wetness. He wasn’t rough but not gentle either, massaging the perfect amount of pressure to the bundle of nerves and made you rub your hips into his palm. You’ve been worked up for days, desperate to come, desperate enough to grab his hand and still him, using him to your pleasure without care. Jisung let you for the time being, stuck in a trance watching the way you moved. How small your hand looked wrapped around his wrist, it’d look even prettier around his–

“Gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fu–”

Jisung stole himself away just before you could finish, killing the impending high you so deeply wanted.

“No, no! Fucking hell, why?!” You whined loudly, legs spasming from denial.

He didn't answer you, not losing any adrenaline and still able to powerfully maneuver you away from the edge of the bed, strip away your remaining clothing, and have you sitting on top of him again in a moment’s notice. Jisung sat with his back against the headboard, though low enough that your head leveled higher than his, staring down at his sweaty, smug face.

“Fucking pillow princess,” you murmured out of spite, not thinking anything of it as you reached for his cock.

Grabbing your hand tightly, “the fuck did you call me, pup?” Jisung tilted his head back and dominatingly peered at you through sharp eyes, clearly not playing.

“Pillow. Princess.” You struggled to get out of his grasp. The denied orgasm had pissed you off, initially ready to let him have his way until he stripped you of the one thing he knew you’d been pining for. This was retaliation.

The light slap across your cheek sent you into a monetary daze, eyes going wide at the sting. Jisung was already looking at you when you peered down at him, clear in the way his chin tipped up at you that you had lost that battle.

“Don’t bite the hand that fucking feeds you, pup. Be my good fucking girl and ride.” Not like you were beaten into submission, moreso talked into it, you whimpered and lip involuntarily pouted. Jisung’s handle on your wrist loosened and allowed you to take his dick in hand, pressing the tip to your entrance. As a last desperate act, you circled it around the rim, gathering your essence and teasing the both of you. “Last warning,” he threatened, not bothering to look at you as the sight of him about to enter you was distracting enough.

When you sank down, slow, inch by inch, you melted into one another as you came to the hilt, shivering once your clit made contact with the warm skin of his pelvis. Jisung’s shoulders relaxed, his hands rubbing soothingly over the tops of your thighs and up your love handles. The two of you stayed like this for a while, his domineering act washing away a little as your lip continued to tremble. He smirked, cupping your cheek, “awe, too much for you, pup?”

His counterfeit sympathy was obvious, but you’d take what you could get, nuzzling into his palm and nails digging into his abdomen. Jisung nodded along with you, jutting his lower lip out while also reading your face for any sign of discomfort. He knew you had limits, just testing where they were knowing fully well you could stop if you wanted.

Though, you shook your head, no, brows scrunching together and eyes blinking away pleasureful tears. You were already breathless and overwhelmed, leaving red crescents into Jisung’s skin wherever you laid your claws, but he seemed to like the pain. He pushed your hands deeper into him and looked straight into your eyes, “ride.”

Experimentally, you leaned forward and lifted your hips, sinking back down almost uncoordinatedly with how excited and overwhelmed you were. Jisung could feel your thighs shaking as you sat down fully on him, he placed his hands on your love handles and gave an encouraging squeeze.

Raising again, you slammed down harder, repeating the action until you found a steady rhythm. Filling and emptying, again and again, you were dizzy with how good it felt. Heat flushed your body as you lost yourself in working against him, genuinely paying no mind to the man blushing beneath you. Jisung gazed at you in awe, adoration as you enjoyed yourself. He didn’t even feel the need to help you anymore, putting his hands behind his head and took in the sight of your tits bouncing with each motion. The longer you kept your pace, your knees and thighs burned and muscles began to grow tight. You changed the position slightly, propping one leg up and using that leverage to continue. But even that became tiresome, finding yourself growing much too emotionally saturated to bring yourself to orgasm.

Jisung could feel this, your frustration, and he felt somewhat bad that he hadn’t given you the first high. Only somewhat. Seeing you work yourself into a whining, moaning mess made him smile to himself and sit up to press his chest to yours. Jisung peppered kisses along your collarbone and softly worked you down to a slow grind. Your heart rate fell steady as he finally indulged you with a sweet kiss, stark comparison to the mean words he spat earlier.

He wouldn’t be Jisung if he didn’t leave you wanting more, pulling away prematurely and leaning back again, this time taking you with him. He guided your hands to hold onto the top of the head board and smother his face in your breasts. Marks he bit into your skin felt more pleasurable than painful, you wondered if the slap before truly hurt or if you were just shocked.

Your grip on the headboard tightened as his hands lifted you a bit more by your bottom and spread your knees wider. Jisung jutted up slightly, testing his and your patience. He did this again, shallowly thrusting just the tip into you, making you moan, “Ji, baby, pleeease.”

“Am I still a pillow princess, pup? You couldn’t even get yourself to cum, now I have to do all the work.” Even if it was mean, his tone of voice like mothering a toddler that was learning to eat on their own, gentle teaching.

“Hnghhh, nooo,” you mewled.

“No, what, pup?” Jisung continued his depthless ruts, egging you on.

“Can’t– need to– wanna cum–”

He could hear how fragile you were now, overall amazed by you to the point he wanted to ditch the entire facade and give you everything you wanted. Though, he needed to see it through till the end, more like to prove to himself that he could do it in the first place.

Adjusting his hands to grip your love handles firmly, Jisung kept you in place to thrust up into you. You were caught off guard at how quickly he gave into your needy pleas, knees almost giving out below you. But Jisung was quick to catch your weight, every thrust up as you fell down kept you bouncing once again, tits jiggling in his face delightfully smothering. The minor slap he left to your ass made your cunt clench and cry out louder, then repeating just to get a reaction. Jisung wasn’t sure what he loved more, how naturally your body responded to him or how you couldn’t seem to get enough.

Your hands moved from the head board to his shoulder, wrapping around his neck to brace yourself on and to feel as close as possible. Here, you were coming undone quicker than expected, having him doing the work now let you fall victim to the euphoria of his cock nudging the sweet spot within you, stars behind your eyelids. Ripples of pain from Jisung teething at your skin meshed with the pleasure, you didn’t realize how loud you had gotten until you couldn’t hear him nor the skin on skin anymore.

Body shaking, coveting for the high and well on its way, you snuck your hands into his hair and hardly needed to tug to have Jisung’s head falling back and looking up at you through his lashes. His thrusts kept a steadier rhythm, digging his heels into the mattress and coercing you into meeting his lips in a jolty, electrifying kiss. Just as your lips met, the tip of his cock hit your soft spot right on target, shoving you face first into the feeling you’d been dying for. Your body tensed and clenched around him, fucking you through your orgasm until it eventually subsided.

A bit longer you let Jisung use your body to chase his own, he deserved it for putting up with your sharp tongue. Even that didn’t take very long, Jisung had been fending off his orgasm for over twenty minutes, from even before you took your shirt off.

And when the white light blinded him, Jisung let out a string of curses and your name, hints of whiney whimpers in between. He was exceptionally quick to recover, immediately noting your state of mind and body and helped you to lay down.

You winced as he pulled out and used his shirt to catch any spillage, holding it to your cunt before he airlifted you to the bathroom. You had forgotten whose house you were in, that’s how hazy you’d gotten.

Jisung let you finish your business, kissing your forehead and wiping your body down with a wet rag once you’d called his name to help you back to bed.

The bed in question was beyond messy, fitted sheet undone and comforter on the floor. Did Jisung always sleep with just one pillow? No, there were the other three strewn about the perimeter of the bed, one somehow ending up at the foot of it. Jisung, seeing where your head was at as he set you down to lay back, said, “got a bit carried away, didn’t we?”

“We?” You joked, voice horse. He gave you a wink and ran off to grab some water before retreating into the space next to you.

Neither of you bothered to get dressed, laying naked in one another’s arms as you decompressed together. “You’re not as rough as I thought you’d be,” you admitted, rolling over and throwing a leg over his torso.

“I’m not? Noted,” Jisung raised an eyebrow and kissed your forehead again. “If we’re giving feedback, I’d say Minho is gonna have a hell of a time with you. He’ll like the whole brat thing.”

“Did you?” You look up at him, genuinely just curious.

“That’s not even a question,” he waved it off, scoffing because how could you not tell that he was internally cursing himself for not confessing to you sooner if that was the outcome? “Everything I could ask for and more.”

“I liked the nickname a lot. No one’s ever called me that before.”

“Yeah? It suits you. Cute puppy,” Jisung wrapped his arms around your shoulders and squeezed tightly, knocking the air out of you. “But I’m curious,” his voice dropped just a little. “You think of us? Me and Minho?”

“Well— yeah. And honestly, I thought the roles would’ve been reversed.”

“You think he’s a top? Oh, sweet, sweet, baby.” Jisung pecked loving kisses to the top of your head, “he’s half a power bottom at best.”

“To be fair, I didn’t even know he liked girls,” the whisper in your tone softened along with Jisung’s touch, moving to gently run his fingers through your hair.

“He’s the real pillow princess, baby. You might have to knock some sense into him.”

Smirking up at him, “you’ll let me?”

“I’ll let you do anything you want to him.”

“Mmm, you wouldn’t mind if I mark him up?” Jisung’s eyebrow raised, intrigued, “let me cover him in pretty bruises?”

“I’d kill to see that, pup.” You were being smothered in kisses once more, closing your eyes and falling victim to his sweet touches. “But tell me what else you think about. You’ve piqued my interest.”

“You want me to tell you that I fantasized about my best friends making out?”

“Duh. Me, though, tell me what you think about me.” You could just tell he was wiggling his eyebrows with a sly smirk.

You groaned, “in the morning. Tired.”

Jisung took hold of your shoulders and shook you side to side, whining, “nooo, puppy, pleeease? Just a few compliments then I’ll leave you alone, I swear.”

Protests went in one ear and out the other with him, not letting you lay still until you gave him what he wanted. “You’re so lucky I like you, fucking menace.”

“Just like?” His mouth fell open into an “O.”

“Love. I love you.”

It was a lot easier to say when you had your face buried in his chest, not having to look him in the eye as you did. You knew that if you had been looking at him, you might’ve broken into tears, which would’ve made Jisung cry, too. That still didn’t stop your face from heating up and being hit with another rush of emotions.

“How much?” He teased, thankfully not seeing your eyes glaze over.

“I love you a lot. Like, a monumental amount and… Min, too. It’s scary,” your voice falling short and nuzzling your cheek into his skin.

Jisung let you take your time to slow your breathing again before he spoke, “I’d kiss you but I’m scared if I look at you, I’ll cry like a baby.”

“I know you will. Just hold me?”

He did, tighter, if that was even possible. “I will, just like this. Except when Min’s here, he’ll be right behind you to keep your cute booty warm when you fall asleep. You won’t have any space to move ‘cus neither of can stand to not be touching in some way. You’ll probably overheat and be on the verge of death by heatstroke, we give off heat like fucking furnaces. I’ll have a little snack on my side table in case you get hungry in the middle of the night, or you can roll over and get a few cuddles from Min, I won’t be upset, cross my heart.” You giggled at that. “We can move into his place since we all know he has the biggest bedroom, or we can look for another place to fit all three of us and give you a nice, big closet. Every night, we can take turns cooking and let Min throw a fit when we both burn the food so he ends up cooking for us anyways…”

Your chest was filled, warm and sickeningly sweet with the words Jisung continued to whisper in your ear until you eventually fell asleep. The nauseating feeling of waiting, wondering was nowhere near now that there was a clear landing for where you stood in their established relationship, at least, for now.

A/N: YAYAYAYAY phase one!!! idea: 10/10, execution: 4/10...I've been having a hard time connecting ideas lately and I think it's just stress but I'm hoping this lived up to expectations ://

feedback!! feed me!! I love love love hearing what you all think! it really does help me improve as a writer, even if it's constructive!

reminder to drink water, eat three meals a day, give your loved ones a hug. < 3

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Phases

Phase Three; When He Sees Me

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 7.6k

Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue never met Jisung and Minho.

☆ﾟcan be read as stand alone

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung, mxfxm, mxm, dom!jisung, sub!minho, switch!femreader, mutual masturbation, use of toys, anal, oral, mentions of handcuffing, nicknames (kitty, pup), piv, uprotected sex (be smart), cream pie, cum eating, dumbification, can't think of anything else but lmk if there should be hehehehe

Phase Two ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Three ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟPhase Four

It felt too good to be true. Everything was too good to be true and yet, it was happening. When someone describes perfect relationships, there’s always the little voice in the back of your head that says “no relationship is that perfect.” But yours is. It is that perfect.

Granted, there’s still minor little squabbles, but that’s inevitable and nothing a few deep breaths couldn’t fix. After all, Jisung and Minho are still your best friends, and they were before you were ever dating both of them.

The only difficulty was going public with it, or even going out in public without looking strange. You told yourself it was nothing different than when you were all just friends, you were still glued to one another just the same, only now you could hold their hands and kiss them and make them pay for your girly little drinks without feeling bad because you all practically lived together now.

Minho’s place was big enough– minus the bed, that was something the three of you have yet to agree on. Minho likes the mattress a bit on the firmer side, Jisung more cushioned, while you couldn’t care less because it’s not like you have room for yourself anyways being constantly squished between them. They loved keeping you in the middle and making you sweat to death because of how much heat they both give off. It doesn’t help that they don’t like to sleep with clothes on, either. Jisung is the biggest sleep cuddler you’ve ever met, he refuses to let you go even if you’re all buried in piles of blankets. Minho doesn’t mind it either way, he just requests that you let him hold you until you fall asleep and he gets a kiss as soon as he wakes up.

Your friends didn’t even realize there was anything different going on, they were oblivious to the way you’d linger on Minho’s arm a little tighter, or how Jisung would keep his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Either that or they didn’t want to say anything, but it didn’t matter, everything was good.

The threesome Jisung so desperately longed for hadn’t happened quite yet as per your unspoken request. The whole relationship still took getting used to, you weren’t ready for the sexual aspect of it until you could feel grounded in the emotional part. Shower time was just that– showering. That didn’t mean you didn’t have sex. Oh no, that was far from the truth. Minho’s apartment was christened from the balcony all the way to the hallway just outside the door by all three of you in one way or another. It was like most of Jisung’s horny dreams were beginning to come true the day you came home in the middle of their bedroom romp, asking if you would like to sit in and watch as Jisung tortured him with the same purple dildo that had been the catalyst for their initial romantic relationship. It all came around full circle and the younger was ecstatic.

From then on, it had been slow to incorporate three bodies in the bedroom aside from sleeping. It started with watching, one of the three of you while the other two had their fun. Then it was instructing, usually Jisung telling one of you what to do, or if it was Minho watching, he wasn’t allowed to touch himself– but that was generally just a punishment. It was on special occasion that you just watched, even rarer that Jisung let you boss them both around because even though he knew he was in charge at the moment, you held the final say as to what goes and what doesn’t. He got off on it, and Minho got off on the fact that you had enough power to control Jisung. What a pairing it made.

Next, a few torturous weeks later, came the toys. There was the dildo that started it all, double sided in all its glory, then a few cock rings of different shapes and functions, bottles of different lubes, you even indulged Minho in buying handcuffs because he mentioned one time that he’d had a dreamed he was cuffed to a chair with you smiling in his face and he woke up hard as a rock. That was a night Jisung definitely enjoyed, in particular, getting to watch.

It’s where you were now, taking advantage of the experimental state your relationship was in and having a blast doing so. There have been boundaries pushed to brinks and you loved every bit of it, more than a few nights ending in tears (both good and bad) and it only brought the three of you closer.

Tonight in particular was a hard one for you, things had been stressful at work and it was getting more and more draining to keep your own apartment in good condition, not to mention having to go back and forth between there, Minho’s, and even Jisung’s place. Things were just mixing together in an exhausting whirlwind and all you wanted was a relaxing night.

Did you have your relaxing night? Sort of.

No one was home when you got to Minho’s, which was a little out of the ordinary but nothing to be alarmed about. The spare key Minho gave you let you in without a problem, able to drop your belongings and finally let out a deep breath. You wished that at least one of them was home to greet you, you could’ve really done with a kiss and a snuggle. Maybe if they had told you they wouldn’t be here, you would’ve taken your time back at your own apartment seeing as the house felt too big for just you. You appreciated Minho always keeping the place tidy, but it stressed you out with how clean it truly was. Without Jisung there to be making a mess and Minho telling him off for getting crumbs everywhere, were you really home?

How you longed for a good, tight hug, so much so that you sent them a text in your trio’s group chat.

<< when are u guys coming home? ://

butt muncher (ji) >> changbin needs male moral support. might be back late

butt munched (min) >> stuck at work

butt munched (min) >> what did u need?

<< a hug

butt muncher (ji) >> don’t say that ur gonna make me wanna leave this guy in a puddle of his tears all alone :(

butt munched (min) >> why’s he crying?

butt muncher (ji) >> idk something about stubbing his toe on a bedframe that he doesn't know how to put together

<< i suppose that’s more important :(

butt muncher (ji) >> well now i feel bad

butt munched (min) >> u should

<< u should

butt munched (min) >> i’ll be home as soon as i can. eat my leftovers in the fridge until i get back

You sent back a heart, getting two more back in response, and trudging to the fridge for Minho’s supposed leftovers. You appreciated him allowing you to eat it, he always loved day-after food, said sometimes it tasted better than eating it the day of. It was a lovely surprise to see that it was also one of your favorite meals that he cooks, clearly stashed away after dinner last night for his midnight snack. Did you feel a little guilty? Maybe, but he did say that you could have it.

Popping it in the microwave for a bit, you took a look around the spacious apartment with your hands on your hips. Maybe being alone for the night won’t be so bad. You could watch a movie, take a bath, have a little “me time,” and finally have the bed all for yourself.

Have the bed all for yourself?

Well, that idea just turned the tide on your lonely night.

Of course you loved your boyfriends and how skilled they were in bed, they made you feel like no one else could. But sometimes it was nice to have some one-on-one time with just you and a good ol’ vibrator. It would be quick, you told yourself. So quick and just enough to keep you satisfied until whoever came home first and you’d be ready to jump their bones as soon as they stepped through the door.

Stepping out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, you looked for the box of toys kept hidden in Minho’s closet. No one ever really came over, but on the occasion that someone did, none of you could be too careful. It was a bit of a difficult decision to choose what to use, in the time it took you the microwave had beeped to finish but you couldn’t care less, no longer hungry for food.

The toy you chose was meant to be for one of the boys, a vibrating cock ring seeing as your own vibrator was back at your place, but it should do. The speed at which you stripped would’ve been laughable if you weren’t so suddenly desperate for a quick bust. Your arousal came as quickly as it did when you were with Minho or Jisung, hoping that you could work yourself up to the high just as fast as if it was one of them touching you.

Laid out in the middle of the bed, bare back against the mattress, you were too needy to bother teasing yourself, immediately turning the toy on and pressing it into your clit. In the beginning it felt as though it just might do the job, falling into the pleasurable feeling from the get go. However, something was missing. It wasn’t the vibration itself, that was rather nice, but you craved to be filled, hole clenching and unclenching with an annoyingly dull ache screaming for attention. You ignored it for as long as you could stand, telling yourself that you could do just as good of a job until it became too much and reached for the box again to pull out the bright purple toy.

In all honesty, you’ve been waiting to use this one for yourself. It had always been reserved for Minho seeing as it was his and the first one in the box, but you figured he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it for a bit.

It didn’t need any lubing up, you made yourself wet enough for it to easily slip through your folds and begin pressing one end of the double sided dildo into your entrance. The slight stretch and the steady pace of the vibrating ring made your head fall back, eventually pushing the toy further in. Knees up and eyes closed, you imagined your boyfriends were here with you, shirtless and handsome, kissing and touching one another but somehow their hands were all over you. It wasn’t far from reality, but not close either. You wished that they were here instead of just in your imagination. You could practically hear their lips colliding and smacking against skin on skin, hear their moans as they devoured each other and you got to watch them rile each other up. Jisung would have control over Minho with his hands in the older’s hair, tugging him down onto his knees and making him undo his belt. Minho would be so obedient, looking over at you with his big, watery eyes that craved your approval to continue.

The fantasy itself was wonderful, you could’ve gotten off on that alone if it wasn’t for the ache in your arms overriding the pleasurable thought. Your hand holding the vibrator felt like it was going numb while the other plunging the dildo in and out was growing tired. Was it always this difficult to masturbate? You thought you’d only been stuck in the fantasy for a few mere minutes, but sweat dripped down your forehead and neck, it must’ve been much longer than that.

You tried again, forgetting about the vibrating ring and tossing it aside to focus on fulfilling the need within your walls. Desperate, you used both hands to move the dildo quicker. You were trying so hard that you began moaning out of frustration thinking that you were getting somewhere, only for the heat in your gut to simmer out because maintaining a rhythm was getting physically too strenuous.

Just as you were about to give it another go and speed up, the bedroom door was being opened before you’d even noticed anyone came home. Caught with the dildo in your pussy, red in the face from embarrassment and frustration– more the latter than the former– you didn’t even bother trying to cover up your sweaty body, instead groaning out and thanking the heavens that someone was here.

Unsure if he wanted to be dumbfounded or pleasantly surprised, Minho leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, raking his eyes over your entire body. It took a minute of pondering, but a smile broke out on his face, which only made you whine out louder.

“I thought you just wanted a hug.” The smugness in his tone was infuriating.

“Help me,” you whimpered with pouted lips and grabby hands.

Minho amused you, how could he not? This was the first time you were ever begging for him and he loved it. Immediately stripping off his shirt and pants, Minho climbed between your legs with his cock already straining in his boxers. As soon as you could you pulled him into a needy, breathless kiss covered in spit and tongues lathering one another’s skin, hips pushing into one another desperate for attention. He reached between your bodies for your clit, rubbing soft circles into it that made you mewl and clench around the toy. It was already a different level of satisfaction for someone else to be touching rather than yourself. What ever made you think you needed to act alone when you had two more than willing boyfriends to do the task for you?

You felt more than desperate, the word was too weak to describe the feeling, nails clawing at Minho’s shoulders, chest, and back, crying into his mouth and rutting into his fingers so uncaring about how he was painfully throbbing just watching you. It wasn’t enough but you couldn’t have possibly been closer in that moment. To make matters worse, he pulled away.

“If I help you, will you help me?”

Was he really trying to bargain with you right now?

But then again, what position were you in to say no?

Nodding quickly, you whined again as stepped back a second to take off his boxers and let his erection spring free. He was truly just as crave-driven as you were, red tip leaking to make a mess on his abdomen already. You watched as he stepped around the side of the bed for the lubrication and your eyebrows raised with curiosity.

“Baby, I love you and I will absolutely peg you in the future but for fucks sake, right now please–”

“Give me a minute. Impatient puppy,” he murmured the last part and you almost wanted to snap back at him, but it was rather hard when you couldn’t get the ache to go away. The neediness was overpowering your dominating side over him and Minho knew it. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to decline your request. “If you stop complaining and help me, you’ll get what you want faster.” He held out the lube bottle to you, giving you a choice.

Of course you took it, but not without a huff and a, “pretty kitty’s gone fucking feral.” Minho smiled at that.

You pulled the dildo away and sat on your knees to be leveled with where he stood at the side of the bed and pull him into another fevered kiss. With his hands cupping your cheeks, you could slyly pour the lube onto your fingers and rub it warm. As Minho became gentler, held you softer, you wrapped around his torso to tug him in tight. He didn’t realize you’d lubed up your fingers and gasped into your mouth when he felt you pull his ass cheeks apart and trace around the area with slipper digits. Instinctively his knee bent and plants onto the bed to make more room, smiling into the kiss as you circled his hole. Unable to keep kissing you, he guided your face towards his neck and breathed out, “this isn’t what I had planned for tonight but— fuck, do that again.”

The pad of your finger pressed into his pulsing hole, not breaking the surface but just applying pressure into and upwards. Minho squirmed and moaned lightly. “In, please.”

You complied, pushing your middle finger past the entrance and keeping a firm grip on his ass, so tight that your fronts were crushed together and your breaths moved in sync.

You wanted to say that he was tight, which he was, but somehow your finger fit perfectly without resistance. “You played by yourself already today, didn’t you? Already worked open for us.” The whisper in his ear made him shiver along with you just barely prodding at his prostate.

“Hnghhh— had some free time this morning before work.” You massaged him just a bit longer until he relaxed more and let his hands roam your body, eventually pulling your hand away. “Lay down,” Minho instructed.

Did he always boss you around like this?

Quirking an eyebrow, you did as told and laid on your back again. Watching him with extreme interest when he picked up the dildo already wet on one end, he poured some lube onto the other and spread it around, using the excess around his ass. Minho looked down at you, at the dildo, then back to you, “wanna share?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He chuckled and joined you on the bed, crawling to come face to face with your cunt and sucking your clit into his mouth for a second, then placing a soft kiss to it just after and making you gush a little more.

Minho lifted your one leg to bend as he sat in front of you, slotting himself beneath and draping the other leg over yours in a scissoring position. With enough space between the two of you, he pushed one end of the dildo into you, making you sit up on your elbows and moan. He watched every expression you made, drank in every whimper and savored how tightly you clenched around the toy.

He pumped the toy in and out of you for a little, just playing with you as you resisted the urge to kick up for more. But you wanted more, so, so badly. You reached for his arm and raked your nails over the top of his hand hard enough to leave red streaks into his skin.

He himself had had enough. Leaning back, Minho got comfortable and positioned the other end of the dildo at his hole. You were almost in a trance how easily it slipped in, glistening and wet with lube. The moan he let out was even more enthralling. You’ve heard him and seen him like this before, stuffed full of the toy or of your other boyfriend, but this was different, it felt different. This was a mutual need and desire that made you both utterly stupid to satisfy.

You moved slow, pushing your hips forward at the same time he did but just a beat behind, not going faster until it was obvious the toy wouldn’t fall out of either of you. And when you did pick up speed, it was like straight out of a porno, the unadulterated, raw bliss covering both your faces. Thighs rubbed against one another, he didn’t mind when you propped yourself up on his relaxed leg to reach the dildo deeper into you, seeing as he did the same to you.

It escalated just as quick, your bodies unconsciously pulled closer like a magnet to the point that the quick pushing and pulling of your hips made you slam against one another, entirely unhinged in your mimicked movements. Minho looked like he was battling whether or not to cum, as were you but you were generally better at hiding it. Though, he bit his lip again and it seemed hard enough to draw blood. When it fell from between his teeth you couldn’t help but pull him in by the neck for a sloppy, sweaty kiss. You could feel the perspiration on his chest and down his arms, probably both worked up and exhausted.

Minho was growing more and more rowdy with his vocalizations and his movements, unable to slow down or make a coherent sentence, and it hadn’t even been that long since he came home. Cock bouncing against his abdomen just looked so cute, you couldn’t help scooting a little closer so the bottoms of your core touched his balls, dildo nudging your sweet spot as you did, and reaching out to take him in hand. His entire body shuddered for a moment upon feeling the warmth of your palm, though dry, still pleasurable. Precum dripped between your fingers and made the glide a bit smoother, the moans he let out, how animalistic and primal Minho moved for the feeling of both the dildo and your hand was arousing all by itself, you could feel the pressure building in your belly.

Then he found the strength to thumb at your clit and your voice jumped three octaves. You hadn’t expected that he would’ve done so and weren’t going to complain in the slightest at how light his touch was, it was just enough. The sudden warmth of his digit to your nerves made your body clench and eyes roll back as the orgasm hit you, Minho grazing his thumb in figure eights to prolong the feeling while your hand locked in a ring around his cock. He was always great at multitasking, somehow still fucking himself on the dildo, into your hand, and keeping weight to your clit. You’d managed to regain enough consciousness towards the tail end of your high to lean in to kiss him right after shouting his name. That was what got him to cum, hearing you scream for him. Just as your lips met, he came hard into your hand, spluttering all over his chest and tummy and moaning into your mouth.

The comedown made you feel weightless aside from the gentle plush of his lips on yours. As you both took the time to catch your breaths with your sweaty foreheads leaning on one another, Minho tangled his hands into your hair, unable to keep off of you. Looking at him through your lashes, you blindly felt around his stomach for the warm wetness, taking a dab onto your finger and bringing it to your lips to taste. His mouth dropped slightly and immediately kissed you again, tongue plunging into you and licking himself from your tastebuds.

Amidst the filthy kiss, the voice of a third party made you jump to hide in his arms out of surprise.

“I wish I recorded that to show you how slutty you both looked. God damn.”

Jisung stood leaning the doorway the way Minho did earlier– they really were the same. He had already begun taking off his shirt and pants and slowly making his way over to the two of you. “Hope I’m not too late. Mind if I join?” He said softly, placing his hands on both your heads and gently petting.

Another round of adrenaline shot through you, shooting up and letting the toy slip out of you to jump into Jisung’s arms and crash your lips into his. Now you felt complete, chest to chest with Jisung and his mouth ravaging yours, and Minho at your behind massaging your ass until it was his turn for a smooch. As Jisung ran up and down your body, he found Minho’s hand and covered it with his to press both their hands into your flesh.

“Hey baby,” the younger chuckled against you, smiling into another peck before pulling away to give a greeting kiss to Minho. “Hey my bigger baby– ouch!” Minho had pinched his skin at the nickname.

Jisung looked you both up and down, thoroughly impressed you were even conscious. The toy was still lodged inside Minho and there was a wet stain where you had previously been. Smirking, Jisung stole the toy from between his legs and held it up, “this thing has seen some things, hasn’t it?” And tossed it to the side.

You couldn’t help how sexy he looked, hair disheveled and abs toned like gods, you jumped onto Jisung again and pulled him further into the bed to join. He fell into the kiss deeper when Minho came around his backside to lick lines across the back of his neck. Jisung laughed into your mouth when you palmed his already hard cock through his boxers, “you both just came and still want more?” The two of you moaned in unison, “yes.”

“You’re so lucky I’ve missed you today,” Jisung bit your lip before pulling away to crane his head back and bring Minho in for another sloppy makeout. As their tongues swirled around one another– you almost got distracted by how tightly Jisung’s grip was on the brunette’s hair– you gently bit down his chest, gliding over his nipples with your lips and tugging his boxers down. The bounce of his dick against his lower stomach had your mouth dropping to catch the tip in your mouth, sucking and toying with the slit by tracing it with the tip of your tongue. Jisung moaned into his mouth, loud and unfiltered, keeping your eyes open to watch them both and reach between their bodies for Minho’s cock as well. He was growing hard again in your palm and it was fascinating to feel, even more rewarding when he started rutting into you again.

Their mouths broke apart with a string of saliva still connecting their tongues, both looking down to you working Jisung up further with a mixed look of lust and pure infatuation. Just from their gazes alone you felt the warmth of their adoration fill your chest, like even they could tell that all they needed was a you-shaped piece to finish the puzzle.

Just your mouth on Jisung, Minho in one hand, with your free one you reached down between your legs to lightly press into your clit. Already it was more satisfying than however long it took you to even begin to build an orgasm when it was just yourself. Minho bit into the back of Jisung’s shoulder and cupped his hand over yours, squeezing tighter. His eyes were big and watery and somehow still so desperate no matter how much you gave him. Honestly, it wasn’t far off from the expression you held as well. You felt like melting under the pressure of their stares, so vastly different in attitude that you weren’t sure who to reciprocate. The only reason you held Minho’s gaze longer was because he was verbally whimpering and almost tugging you forward in a needy attempt at finding a second high.

But before he could do so, Jisung pulled you up by your hair and shoved you back onto the bed roughly, Minho whimpering from the loss of contact. Not entirely unexpected, but still surprised you nonetheless, you groaned when he stole your hand from your core and put the wet digits into his mouth. “Sweet pup, what do you want today? Just say it and I’ll give it to you.”

Jisung was being uncharacteristically kind for his bedroom presence, it made you raise an unconvinced eyebrow. “If you don’t tell me, you get nothing. One time offer.”

That sounded promising. You looked them both up and down, lingering a bit where their dicks hung heavy, Jisung knowing he’ll get his in the end so he didn’t rush you whereas Minho was slowly stroking with his lip between his teeth. They both looked at you like absolute dogs, wanting, needing, desiring something warm and wet to fuck into until they got their fill. You love them both equally and love how easily they can both satiate your craving, but something about the way Minho seemed incredibly more desperate for you made you reach for him.

Jisung laughed sort of evilly, like he already had a plan devised in his head because sure enough, he did.

“I was hoping I’d get to try this out soon. Go on, pretty kitty, give our princess what she wants. If you don’t mind, I’ll take my share, too.”

You felt exceptionally weak at the moment, needing the intimacy from them both and grabbing Jisung’s hand before he could slip away. “Don’t leave,” you almost cried, suddenly emotional now that you’d had them both in front of you, so vulnerable.

The lust disappeared for a second to be replaced by concern as Jisung examined your expression. “‘M not going anywhere, princess,” you crumbled a little at the name and it made him smile. “You’re ours, remember?” Jisung lifted your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss and electricity ran from your fingertips to your toes.

But that only lasted for a few seconds as Minho took over your view, already ravaging your chest and up to your mouth to smother you. “Bring her here,” you heard Jisung say and felt the bed move, you were being dragged towards the edge.

Minho stayed on top of you, tracing his hands up and down your body like he couldn’t get enough, which was true. He’s had you more times than he could count and yet, he wanted more. With his tongue in your mouth, he hiked your legs around his waist and let his cock tap over your mound. Jisung lingered over his shoulder, tilting his head like a cat as Minho bit into your neck. “Are you sure you want us both, baby?” His tone was caring. You nodded as best as you could while trying to stop from rutting into the man on top of you– failing miserably.

To your other unoccupied side, Jisung kissed your cheek. “Do you mind if I use our kitty, too, pup?” With a shake of your head, no, Jisung gave a few loving pats to Minho’s ass, “go on then, kitty. Give the pretty princess what she deserves and you’ll get something special, too.”

Jisung laid next to you on his side, head perched in his hand and brushing the matted hair from your forehead. He kissed your lips, then tugged Minho’s hair to kiss his as well. The three of you were so close that the corners of their mouths brushed over yours and it made you even more excited. Minho blindly took his cock into hand and found your entrance with ease, gently pushing into you. You moaned loudly at the sensation, feeling entirely too full for your own good.

Both of your boyfriends followed up with groans of their own upon hearing you. “How does it feel, baby? Does our kitty make you feel good?” You nodded. “Use your words, princess.”

“So good, so big,” you managed to say. The blonde chuckled and ran his hand up and down Minho’s back.

“I know he is. What about you, kitty? Aren’t you gonna praise our princess? She’s had such a hard day, begging us to come home and fuck her.”

“Warm– wet, fucking tight,” he was growing incoherent, those four words the only thing to come out of his mouth that wasn’t a mewl.

“Mhm, she has such a good pussy, doesn’t she. Made for us.”

Minho was slow to thrust in and out of you, both your bodies tired and overstimulated in the best of ways. But it meant he was losing stamina, not because he didn’t have it physically, but all his energy was going into keeping a straight-ish mind and not blowing before being allowed. Lewd, soft wetness filled the dead space within the bedroom and it felt like Minho’s slow grind was going on for hours. Not that you were complaining, he was just too excited for his own good so any faster and he’d have to tap out.

Your cries for more seemed to have awoken Jisung from his trance of just watching yours and Minho’s bodies rubbing against one another. He got off the bed to stand behind Minho, looking down at you while the older hid his face in your neck. Jisung broke eye contact to look down at Minho’s spread cheeks, clearly playing with his ass by how Minho was now a whining mess. “You know how to treat our princess so well, kitty, already made her cum once. But, I don’t think you’re fucking her quite right.”

Your eyebrows furrowed up at the blonde, while it didn’t seem Minho was even listening, still fucking you slow and steady.

Jisung pumped himself and aligned himself with Minho’s hole, keeping his eyes on your face as he did. “Don’t worry, pup. I’ll teach him to fuck you properly.”

Minho definitely wasn’t listening, he didn’t register Jisung even speaking until he was being filled with cock. The loudest, highest pitched cry you’d ever heard forced itself from Minho’s mouth, stilling in your pussy as Jisung sheathed himself entirely. You could feel the length in your walls pulsing and throbbing along with Minho’s grip around you tightening. Even if nothing new was being done to you, it felt like your body’s nerves had increased tenfold in sensitivity as Jisung’s eyes rolled back and Minho shuddered in your hold. You clenched and fluttered around him with a newfound feeling taking over every inch of your body.

Gripping the other boy’s hips bruisingly hard, Jisung experimentally pulled his hips away and thrust back in, causing Minho to violently shiver. But the boy in the middle pushed into you again, as deep as he could go as if to get away from the intense pleasure, except he had nowhere to escape. Forwards, there was you, a hot, sloppy hole to fill. Backwards, a hard cock that awaited to fill him. Minho felt nothing but sickeningly severe euphoria, like he might pass out.

He didn’t, thankfully. Instead, he chose to give in to the bliss and attempt to fuck himself backwards on Jisung’s cock, then slam into you on the downstroke. You gushed with arousal everytime he pulled out knowing that he must’ve felt on cloud nine, you could’ve felt it yourself as well just looking at him. But Minho’s thrusts began to grow lazy in little to no time. Taking it upon himself to further prove his point, Jisung sent one hard pound into Minho, forcing the elder to harshly sink into you like a domino effect.

Jisung’s chuckle rang in your ears, amused by both your whiney groans. You didn’t realize you had reached up behind Minho for Jisung, wanting to hold him as well. The blonde smiled fondly down at you and hitched your legs up so your ankles caged him in, too. Taking your one hand, he rested them on the outside of your thigh with a strong grip, his other steadying on Minho’s hip. Jisung first guided Minho back and forward until he physically couldn’t restrain himself anymore, eventually pushing Minho to lay completely on you and cock nestled into your deepest parts. You could feel his tip just nudging your g-spot, so close that it made your eyes screw tight. Then, Jisung pulled back and began thrusting into the man sandwiched between your bodies, hard. Every time their skin clapped together, it sent Minho’s length sinking impossibly further into your pussy and ramming into your sweet spot. “See that, Min? This is how our princess deserves to be fucked every day. Nice and satisfied, hm?”

You could proudly say you saw stars at this point, but then that’d leave room for Minho to say he saw god because he was drooling all over your chest, eyes rolled back and body almost limp above you. The hand that wasn’t holding Jisung’s pushed Minho’s bangs back from his forehead, gently coercing him back down to earth to look at you for a bouncy, messy kiss.

You were forcing yourself not to let the knot snap, you’d only just begun, you told yourself. Except it had been hours since you’d actually gotten naked, it’s only just in the past twenty minutes did both your lovers finally get their dicks wet. Jisung could see it written all over your face, reading you like a book. “Wanna cum already, princess? That’s fine, see if our kitty can handle it.”

It was easy to give in and let the warmth overtake your body, blinded by white light and the warmth of Minho’s seed filling your belly at the same time. Even just a tighter than normal clench set him off, the quick, rough rhythm of Jisung’s thrusts prolonging your orgasm and tightly gripping your boyfriend’s length within you. The two of you were a crying, sweaty, jelly-bodied mess below Jisung, who continued to chase his high. You held his hand with an iron grip to stay semi-grounded, he squeezed back and it was like he fell in love all over again watching you try to keep your eyes on him.

By the time you were able to feel your toes again, Minho was on the verge of passing out and Jisung was finally reaching his end. The blonde pulled out and rushed to kneel beside your head, sighing as you immediately took him in your mouth to suck him to completion. The bitter salty taste spreading over your tongue made you sigh, clenching onto Minho’s tired body to keep him from falling over.

Looking up at Jisung through your lashes, he stroked your cheek with hearts in his eyes, shuddering a little as you swallowed with his tip still in your mouth. “You two are…” he started, letting go of his cock still in your mouth and petting both your heads, “incredible.”

Minho mumbled into your skin, keening at the feeling of hands in his hair. It was his favorite thing, you just had to contribute and rake your nails over his scalp. You were just enjoying the weight of his dick on your tongue, but Jisung grew overly sensitive, pulling away and running to grab things to clean you up with.

It seemed as though he didn’t want to pull out as Minho let his cock grow flaccid within you and snuggled into your neck. You could feel his lips place a kiss every now and then until your other boyfriend returned and eventually beckoned him to lay beside you, not without a wince as he let himself fall from your sore cunt.

“You both must feel on top of the world, hm?” Jisung joked, guiding your legs to the side to gently wipe your core, then doing the same to Minho. You could only laugh in response as Minho reached for you to hold again. You let him, of course, and Jisung wanted to kiss the breath from both your lungs. “So cute,” he whispered and pecked your foreheads.

The blonde wandered away again as you and Minho tangled your limbs together, sleepy and cuddly. Before you could entirely succumb to the tiredness, you called out for Jisung again. He reappeared with water and a straw for you to sip, grateful that you were coherent and conscious. “Sleep, princess,” he stroked your hair back, crawling in behind you and squishing you between their overly warm bodies, letting sleep finally taking over you.

You had awoken long before either of the men in your bed did, seeing as the sun was barely breaking the horizon and filling the bedroom with morning light. To your left, Jisung was snoring away with his legs tangled between yours, Minho on your right and still fast asleep with his head nuzzled between your breasts. Everyone was cramped together, of course, but you had mastered the skill of getting up without awakening either of your boyfriends.

First course of action was to use the bathroom and attempt to take a shower, though that didn’t go very well to plan because your body was so sore. Next was breakfast, or at least lunch depending on what time they decided to wake up.

The only problem was Minho, not so much of a shock, kept a refrigerator full of ingredients, not quick meals. There lies the issue because you refused to cook so early in the morning. Thankfully, there was a coffee shop not so far down the street that had wonderful breakfast bagels that would still be good even if they woke up later in the afternoon. That seemed like the most logical option, perhaps Minho didn’t want you burning down his kitchen anytime soon.

With a borrowed hoodie and sweats, you grabbed your phone and wallet and headed out for an early morning stroll to get food.

There was almost no one out on the streets just yet, but you thanked the heavens this place was open for the early birds. You were gone for maybe twenty minutes and was on your way back when your phone rang in your pocket, text after text flooding your notifications so quickly you had to stop walking to read it.

butt muncher (ji) >> did you really just fuck us and leave us??

butt muncher (ji) >> real classy

butt muncher (ji) >> hope the dick was worth it

butt muncher (ji) >> are we just pieces of meat to you??

butt muncher (ji) >> i am not an object

butt muncher (ji) >> is that how you see me?

butt muncher (ji) >> i gave u my heart, gave u everything

butt muncher (ji) >> what did i do wrong?

butt muncher (ji) >> i miss u

butt muncher (ji) >> pls come back i didn't mean it

You rolled your eyes and took a picture of the breakfast bag then hit send.

butt muncher (ji) >> hurry back darling :3

The force Jisung put behind his hug when you opened the door almost sent you toppling back into the hallway. He planted a big, wet kiss on your cheek and stole the bag from your hands and started rummaging through it before even getting to the table. “Good morning to you, too,” you grumbled, closing the door behind you.

“‘M still mad at you,” his mouth was full of the breakfast bagel, eyes sleepily closing as he chewed.

You gave him a kiss on the forehead, wrapping your arms around his waist from the back and giving him a tight hug, “I know you are. I’m sorry for leaving to feed my starving babies. I’m the worst girlfriend in the world.”

Jisung was pinned between you and the counter, managing to turn around and drape his arms over his shoulders with the bagel still in hand. “Not the wooorst. This is pretty yummy.” When you tried to turn your head to catch a bite, he snatched it away quickly, “you have your own,” and took another munch.

He didn’t let you go even when you tried to wiggle loose, keeping the food close by to keep you against his chest as he ate. As you were blindly looking for your own bagel, you heard another pair of footsteps stumbling closer. Minho was suddenly pressing his chest to your back and squishing you between them in a snuggly hug. You had finally felt the bagel and pulled it out of the bag when Minho greeted you with a kiss, then Jisung before he stole the bagel from your hand with his teeth and immediately ran away with your food.

You couldn’t even be upset as he flopped onto his back on the couch and began chewing with his eyes closed as well. They were both exhausted and barely conscious enough to feed themselves.

“This is really good,” Minho said with his mouth full.

“Can I eat mine now?”

“No,” Jisung said and squeezed you tighter, “you stay here. Wanna hold you.”

Sighing, protesting wasn’t an option when he felt so warm against you. “Will you at least share?”

“No,” Jisung held the bagel down for you to nibble. The bite was savory and delightful until he tugged it away and spun you around, picking you up and walking back into the bedroom then tossing you on the bed. He walked away and came back a few moments later with the bagel hanging from his mouth and Minho on his back, eyes drowsy and chewing slowly on his own. The older didn’t protest to being thrown down next to you, laying on his back instantly.

As Jisung maneuvered you to lay on Minho’s chest, he took the other’s bagel and placed both on the bedside table so he could take your spot, he whispered, “please don’t leave us like that again.”

“I came back, didn’t I?”

“And with food,” Minho’s chest rumbled below you.

Jisung didn’t seem convinced, suddenly more interested in you than the food. Though Minho couldn't tell with his eyes still closed, you could see that Jisung just needed a little reassurance. You brushed his hair from his forehead while he snuggled into Minho’s side, draping an arm over your back and getting as close as possible.

“We still need a bigger bed,” you looked into Jisung’s eyes as you spoke, keeping your hand softly raking through his hair.

“A bigger bed means you’ll be further away from me.”

Minho softly snored beneath you. “No, you’d never let me stay too far. Yours.” You took your hand back to kiss your fingertips, then placing it against his lips to kiss as well. Jisung smiled, grateful. His eyes shut again once you smoothed the furrow from his brow, falling victim to the morning nap and following Minho’s snoring rhythm with his own.

A/N: I've decided to continue with this series!! however future chapters may not be as long, there will definitely be stuff worth reading so I hope you all look forward to it! as usual, leave some feedback, give it a quick reblog maybe or even feel free to scream in my inbox heheh

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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Phases Masterlist

3/3 Main Completed, ?/? Minor Completed

LMH, HJS

Masterlist

Story Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung x fem!reader, lots of kissing and groping lol, more specific warnings in individual chapters

Main:

Preview

Phase One: Emotion Sickness

Phase Two: Wildfire

Phase Three: When He Sees Me

Minor:

Phase Four: The Bigger Bed

Drabbles: one, two, three

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charmercharm3r · 1 year

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Phases

Phase Two: Wildfire

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 7.1k

Story Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue have never met Jisung and Minho.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung (minho chapter focus), service top!minho x switchfem!reader, mxm, a bit angsty but its alright, unprotected but clean piv, oral (f receiving), lil bit of ass play/anal, morning sex, marking, cream pie, so sweet my teeth hurt

Phase One ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Two ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Three

A/N: this site hates me and likes to delete parts of my story, so there will be minor errors but it shouldn’t be too bad. just please bear with me ://

Has Minho ever been affectionate? No, never of his own accord. Did that stop you from expressing your own affection? Never. He’d never admit it, to you or to Jisung, but he secretly loved when you’d persist even after he shrugged you away, it made him feel wanted. That’s all he’s felt since finding you, and Minho’s amazed he even managed to do that.

Until he met Jisung, he’d never had the easiest time making friends, let alone dating. He had almost an instant realization that he’d found some life long companions, but that also came with the territory of having to actively keep the friendship alive knowing full well that talking isn’t one of his strong suits. Jisung was friends with everyone, his introvertedness came unraveled whenever someone of a slightly larger personality came around to bring it out of him, so becoming close with the other boy was rather simple. You, on the other hand, he had no idea where to even begin to approach. Which, when he thinks back on now, seemed so silly. You had taken him in with open arms and he felt right at home, and it scared Minho beyond belief.

Meeting the two of you was the only thing Minho seemed to be able to gage some control on. The only reason he gained the confidence to ask Jisung on their first date was because he’d caught Minho one day by dropping by his place unexpectedly, the younger was never really aware of personal space. He had burst through the closed door of Minho’s bedroom to catch him in the aftermath of cleaning a vibrant purple dildo. Neither of them had spoken for a few minutes, just staring at one another until Minho asked if Jisung wanted to get take out for dinner.

It wasn’t an explicit date, but the both of them knew.

Everything important to him has come to life because of horrible, horrible timing. First with Jisung, then with you, and Minho has never felt his life to be so out of control until now. When you’d caught him and Jisung kissing that night, it was like a little piece of him broke apart seeing the look on your face. He didn’t want things to go the way they did, and he hated himself for reacting so badly. But how was he supposed to tell you that he felt like his life was downward spiraling and you seeing him making out with your best friend was the cherry on top?

The two days he went without seeing you were like hell. Literal hell. He even called out sick at work because he couldn’t leave his house without fighting the urge to go to yours. Minho knew that if the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t want you showing up at his door and prying into his feelings that even he was struggling to understand. No matter how hard he tried to vocalize what his emotions were to Jisung, it only came out as jumbled words and mixed noises that made no sense to either of them.

Given the circumstances, maybe he should’ve tried a little harder to reach out to you. But that little part inside him told him that if he pushed you too far, you'd run away. For that reason, he let Jisung do the talking first, and it seemed to have worked.

When you finally picked up his call, Minho felt tears sting in his eyes when he heard your voice. Then you told him you loved him, and Jisung told him he loved him, and even though it wasn’t the first time you’d said it, through the phone he could feel that you meant it.

Seeing you and knowing that you knew, but unable to get himself to speak about you three’s relationship was suffocating Minho, almost as much as it was you. Jisung encouraged him to no end to talk about it with you and every time you came over he swore to himself that he would. And then he didn’t.

To be fair, it had only been two weeks since the incident at Changbin’s party, but in that time you’d made an effort to come over every day, even if it was just to have dinner. He was well aware of what was happening behind closed doors with you and Jisung, even got off to the thought of it on more than one occasion. Him and Jisung had uncountable shared moments like that, it was easy to picture himself watching the two of you together and the things he might say. But imagining you, he had to get a little creative. Were you subby, like him? Did you whine and whimper at the nasty things Jisung says and get weak in the knees if he so much as looked at you with those eyes? Minho always thought you were the same as him and would do anything to please, so that’s how he’d fantasize about you, on your knees with your eyes big and pleading for something to stuff your mouth, Jisung towering above you and calling you all kinds of names and spewing whatever lewd things he could think of to get you even more wound up.

He’d cum hard when he thought too deeply about it, pushing himself to the verge of calling Jisung over at 2 a.m. because he couldn’t satisfy himself the way he did. The not so recent addition of you in his fantasies made it all the worse, especially now that the things he thought of may be true.

On the verge of sexual and, even moreso, emotional combustion, Minho decided that it was time. He had the entire date plotted in his head down to the very minute. He blames you a little for his sudden eagerness, the last time you and Jisung were over he caught a glimpse of the now faded red streaks that lined down the younger’s chest and immediately knew what it was from.

Jisung had helped him a little bit before he decided to go through with his plan, at least he thought he was helping. If anything, his presence was making Minho all the more nervous because of how badly he didn’t want to fuck anything up.

“Babe, everything will go great. Do you want me to hang around in the shadows in case you need emotional support?” The younger handed Minho his nice white dress shirt and watched as he changed.

“What if she says no?” Minho was concentrating too hard, unable to even button up his shirt with his shaky hands.

Jisung moved to help him, calm him with the gentle skin on skin as he finished the buttons and adjusted the collar, “she won’t say no. She loves you too much.” He planted a quick kiss on Minho’s lips. As much as he enjoys kissing him, it did little to ease the churning in his stomach.

It was late in the afternoon when he came to your place to pick you up. Minho had hesitated to knock on your door, fidgeting with the bouquet of flowers he picked out and recalling all the things in his picnic basket. Just as he raised his fist, the door swung open and he caught a whiff of your sweet, floral perfume. Minho almost folded right then and there, light from the window surrounding your figure like the gates of heaven.

“Do you always wait outside for fifteen minutes before coming in?” You joked so easily and tugged him inside by the arm. He took a second to look you up and down, admire your pretty dress and take in the sight of you getting dolled up just for him. “You’re staring,” you said, taking the basket from his hands and setting it on the floor.

“I am,” he confirmed, still not looking away.

The giggle you let out made his lip curl slightly and stick out the bouquet for you to take. Of course you did with a gracious smile and took them into the kitchen to place in a vase, “let me get my shoes.” You ran through the house to grab what you needed and pondered taking a coverup or not, “will it be cold?”

“If it is, I have my jacket for you,” Minho called back, silently patting himself down to make sure he was actually wearing one. He was, a beige cardigan that would look perfectly oversized on you. Taking another second to spray a little cologne, Minho took a peak at himself in a nearby mirror just as you walked back out, ready to go.

“You look pretty,” you say as you walk up behind him, placing a gentle hand on his arm to get him to face you. Minho felt his ears heat up at the compliment, smiling in acknowledgement. Warmth took over his skin when you reached up to fix the chain adorning his neck, feeling your fingertips grazing the nape to move the clasp to the back. As you finished, you ran your hands down his chest slowly, and Minho would’ve fallen to his knees right then and there. Without moving, you look up at him innocently, “what are we doing today?”

Bravely he took your hands in his and intertwined your fingers. “I was thinking about a late picnic? Take a walk along the river and just… be together?”

“Sounds perfect.” Without a second thought, you stand on your tippy toes and place your lips to his cheek so nonchalantly. It was effortless on your part whereas Minho could feel his heart beating out of his chest. He found himself touching the part of his cheek where you had kissed him, lingering there and blushing just that much more until you called his name and led him outside.

And everything was going perfect, the weather was perfect, found the perfect picnic spot, had a perfect late lunch, Minho was nowhere near as nervous as he was just a few hours ago. Banter between the two of you was normal, commenting about anything and everything, neither of you could stop yourselves from talking about Jisung as well, you both laughed over his need to constantly be touching one of you. Because things were going so well, he couldn’t help but mess it all up by asking one simple question, “are you and Jisung dating?”

He asked it with a smile on his face and laughter in his voice but Minho could see you hesitate to answer despite your kind expression. You observed him backtrack upon saying the words out loud and could practically hear the glass shattering in his head. To ease him as much as possible, you took his hand and played with his fingers. “I think so. I guess it depends on you.”

You felt him tense with just his palm in yours, seeing his shoulders pull back and eyes fall towards your thumb running along his, “what do you mean?” His breathing sped up a little as did his heart rate.

Here was the downward spiral once again, and he doesn’t even know why when he was the one that asked the question. Minho didn’t mean for it to come up so early and suddenly in the date, but he couldn’t help his own curiosity at the expense of his emotional state. His hand trembled in yours, you could feel it no matter how much he tried to hold steady. You took the opportunity to cup your free hand over his to hold tightly, “walk with me.” You didn’t wait for him to respond to lift him off the picnic blanket and lead him towards the river. Minho threw a look over his shoulder at the set up. “We’ll come back for it, don’t worry.”

Minho went with you hand in hand, still shaking in your palm but not as much as the cool breeze soothed his overheating skin. You held his hand tighter, squeezing in reassurance that he didn’t need to say anything, but would be there to listen if he wanted to. There was nowhere in particular you were leading him, leisurely walking as close to the river as possible because he loved to watch the windy waves.

You watched him intently for any signs that he was uncomfortable knowing he wouldn’t say if he truly was. Minho never talked much about his past relationships, the only reason you knew anything was when he’d mention something in passing, but you assumed the worst. He caught the way you were looking at him, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you smiled up at him, sympathetic.

“I am. I just… can’t tell you why.” Minho squeezed your hand a little tighter.

You squeezed harder, “you don’t have to.”

“It’s just,” he pulled the two of you over to sit at a bench overlooking the river. It was slightly colder now that the sun was setting, the small shiver that ran through you was enough for Minho to take off his cardigan and drape it over your shoulders, already warm. “I don’t know how to explain it without sounding insane.”

“Have you met Jisung?” The two of you giggled again at the mention of your other partner.

“He’s confidently insane, it’s a big difference.”

Tilting your head, “then what are you?”

Minho pondered for a second, looking at the water then back to you. “Insanely anxious.”

“Really? I pegged you for a chaotic neutral.” When you nudged his shoulder with yours, Minho’s cheeks flushed at the sorely specific term.

A certain bright purple image flashed in his mind, “d– did Jisung tell you?”

You raised an eyebrow, “tell me what?”

“Nothing. Nevermind,” he deflected quickly.

“But really, Min,” you brought his attention back up to your eyes with your finger guiding his chin up. “Your mind doesn’t scare me.”

“It scares me.” It came out as a pleading sob, voice cracking slightly as he opened your hand to lay his cheek into. The action itself felt more rewarding than getting him to speak. The split second where he looked at you with big, round eyes, lips pouting trying to find how to put into words what was happening in his head, no sense of his emotions because they were just so big that no words could do it justice. You knew. “I love you a lot, and it scares me,” he whispered.

The smile that plastered across your face was almost criminal for how deep the conversation was. “If you keep looking at me I might cry,” he admitted but was reluctant to let go of your hand.

“I can look away if you’d like.” Minho nodded and you looked out at the river, “the sunset is pretty.”

“Jisung makes it so easy not to think. He makes me feel stupid in so many ways, it’s humbling and freeing at the same time. I appreciate him and adore him and I forget to show him that sometimes.” You resisted the urge to look at him, catching yourself before you could fully turn your head.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, “I wonder if the water is cold.”

“I forget to show you, too, and I’m sorry. I don’t understand anything going on inside my head or anything I’m feeling, but I love you.” Minho kissed the inside of your palm and snaked it back to thread through his hair. Staring blankly ahead, solely focused on his voice and his words and his hair between your fingers, your lips curled into a gentle smile. “Jisung doesn’t need to understand me– I mean, he does, but in a way where he doesn’t have to understand every miniscule bit, and he still loves me. You understand everything– the good, the ugly, every dark and twisty, scary corner and you still love me. I met Jisung and there was this, like, stupid flame he lit with his annoying smile. Then I met you and it spread like a fucking wildfire and now, I can’t get out. I don’t ever wanna get out. I hate myself for how you found out, it feels fucking criminal that we did that to you and it was so unfair. You and him… my everythings. And I’ll spend however long I need to to show you that you are. Let the fire consume me until there’s nothing left.”

“That sounds painful,” you finally faced him to find his chest heaving up and down, already staring straight at you.

“It is,” Minho whispered back.

“Can I kiss it better?” Your body moved on its own, turning towards him and scooting closer so your knees brushed his.

“Kiss the pain away?”

“Kiss the pain away.”

Minho nodded, with the hand that held yours in his hair, he grazed down your arm to softly pull you in even closer, almost chest to chest but not quite. A slight tug on his roots and Minho came in to press his lips to yours, chaste, supple, so sincere in the way he kissed you. Only closed lip kisses, but still so satisfying. He felt pillowy and warm and you could taste the lingering minty chapstick he applied earlier. There was the clean smell of the river water swirling around to mix with his natural musky, cottony scent to the point that it made you dizzy. Was it only a few seconds, a few minutes, or a few hours the two of you kissed like this? It didn’t matter. You wanted more as soon as he pulled away.

He pecked your cheek and brought you into a bone crushing embrace, tucking himself away into your neck. You were taken aback for a moment, but melted into the hug anyway to feel Minho relaxing just the same. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Something you don’t already know?” Minho’s chuckle rumbled against your chest.

“Do you like girls?”

Pulling away, the weight on his shoulders seemed to have shrunk based on how he raised his eyebrow at you. “Don’t ask me stupid questions,” and he crashed his lips to yours again.

Entering his apartment hand in hand felt right, it made sense to follow behind him as he kicked off his shoes and throw his keys on the nearby table, watch as he unloaded the picnic basket and leisurely walk around the house to do his mundane chores.

You smiled fondly as you watched him, eventually following him further into the house. The dress you were wearing was growing uncomfortable, having been wearing it all day. “Babe, can I borrow some clothes?” You called out mindlessly.

You couldn’t see it, but Minho shot you a happily surprised look as you entered his bedroom. “Of course.”

His room was always rather neat, everything having its place so it was easy to find a spare shirt and pair of shorts to change into. Then the sound of the toilet flushing and sink running from the ensuite bathroom made you jump, only to reveal a very homey looking Jisung emerging from it. “Oh! You’re back!” He greeted as you slung Minho’s shirt over your head, trotting over and planting a kiss on your lips.

Jisung was oddly normal about seeing you in Minho’s clothes, walking towards the door until he abruptly stopped and turned to do a double take, his eyes following his smile. “It went well?”

“It went great,” Minho appeared behind him, leaning against the doorframe. Jisung peered back at him over his shoulder, having to look up to meet his eyes. The younger one smiled and stood on his tippy toes to give Minho a casual peck.

You felt warm watching them, like your heart was on fire and it was coursing through your veins, a much different reaction to the first time you’d seen them kiss. A part of you wanted to cry with how happy you were, it was almost overwhelming. If it had been anyone else you probably would’ve on the spot. But it wasn’t just anyone. Minho and Jisung are your people. Your people, and they made you theirs as well. So maybe you let the ache in your waterline loose just a little and sniffled back the minor leak in your emotions, which made Jisung skip back over to you.

“Another one for you, too,” he gleamed and kissed you gently. “Did you guys bring back any food?”

“There’s leftovers on the counter,” Minho followed Jisung out of the room, leaving you for the time being.

It felt like the day had gone by all too quickly and you were exhausted. Not in a physical way, moreso emotional and feeling the effects now as you laid back onto the middle of Minho’s bed and stared at the ceiling. Comfortable it was to listen to their idle chatter in the background, so much so that you found yourself closing your eyes still on top of the covers, letting their voices lull you to sleep.

“Listen… She’s snoring,” Jisung held his finger up and hopped onto the counter to sit.

“Let her. I kinda dropped some heavy bombs on her today. And why can neither of you sit on the chairs like normal people? I bought them for a reason.”

The blonde took a bite of the picnic snacks, “like what? That you like it in the ass?”

“No! But… isn’t that implied?” Jisung shrugged, stuffing his mouth again. “It didn’t come out the way I wanted it to, but we got there eventually.”

“Really! So can we all fuck now?” He caught Minho by the neck as he passed by, trapping him between his legs and slinging his arms over his shoulders.

Minho rolled his eyes, “is that all you ever think about?”

“Fucking both of my scrumptious, beautiful, sexy ass partners? Absolutely, I think about it all the time.” He emphasized his point by grabbing his ass, smiling deviously.

Groaning, Minho leaned into Jisung’s arms, “just hug me for now. We can fuck later.” Jisung giggled and held him tighter, whispering an, “okay.”

As much as he wanted to stay, Jisung had to leave just a little before midnight, stranding Minho alone with his thoughts once again. Except he wasn’t upset about it. Actually, he was enjoying having you here, even if you weren’t conscious, he just liked having another body in the house. By now, the chores were done, he washed his face, and changed into his pajamas and still had downtime to just sit and watch you. It was a lot less creepy in his head, but he loved how cute you were when you were asleep, mesmerized. Laying on his side next to you, he refrained from touching so as not to wake you, but failed when you stirred and turned your face towards him. A stray strand of hair fell over your eyes, how uncomfortable that must’ve been, Minho found himself pushing it away and you were fluttering awake beneath his touch.

Groggily you blinked into consciousness, straining a little to look up at him, “what time is it?”

“Thirty past midnight,” Minho whispered back, fully threading his fingers through your hair now.

You didn’t move, just staring into his eyes and enjoying the light skinship. It was a rare thing to get from him, even before. You wonder if he didn’t because of the friendship line, or if he just isn’t keen on initiating it, you have all the time in the world to find out now.

“I’m sleeping here tonight.”

“Mhm.”

Wordlessly, he stood and lifted you just a little off the bed to make room for himself, managing to get you beneath the covers. You could hear his soft breathing and make out the handsome features of his face in the dim moonlight illuminating his room. The two of you faced each other now, heads in the pillows and hands loosely intertwined. “Are you tired?” You asked him quietly, seeing his eyes blinking slowly.

“No.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.”

“What are you thinking about?” Voices hushed, Minho untangled his fingers and brought them up to cup your jaw, thumb just barely grazing over the plush of your lips.

He let out a deep breath, “kissing you.” You lean in to give him another soft smooch, feeling tingly all over as you did.

“Now what are you thinking about?”

The enamored, lazy grin on his face was endearing, “you kissing Ji.”

Giggling, “I think about you kissing Ji, too.”

“We should get a bigger bed.”

“Can I bring my own blanket? You two are blanket hoggers.”

“What?!”

“Why do you think I sit on the end of the couch during movie nights?”

He was silently blinking at you, “...I need some space.” Minho rolled onto his back just to stare upwards, the comforter hooking around his legs to tug and leave your backside exposed. You knew he wasn’t being serious as he blindly reached for your hand to hold but let out an ironic laugh as you pulled the edge to prove your point. He adjusted himself and the blanket came loose again.

His side profile, even in the dull light, was beautiful. You let go of his hand to trace the outline of his nose with the tip of your finger, drawing all the way down to his plump lips then down his chin and neck to splay your hand across his chest. Minho looked like he was deep in thought, or his head could’ve been completely empty, both options were very possible but you hoped for the latter.

Wordlessly you moved under the blanket closer and threw your leg over his torso to straddle him, taking the comforter with you as you sat up. Minho didn’t say anything but rather raise an eyebrow and lay his hands on your thighs, loosely massaging up and down the muscle. With a sigh, you tilted your head down at him, pushing his bangs from his forehead and caressing his cheek. “So curious,” you whispered.

A small hum left his lips as you smoothed the furrow in his brow with your thumb. “Why are you frowning, pretty kitty?”

Immediately his face relaxed just to morph into a surprised state of confusion, eyes widening and twinkling while trying to read your expression. “How did you–”

“Our baby’s mouth isn’t the only thing that’s big.” Slowly you wiggled your hips backwards to sit on his crotch, growing harder by the second. The grip his hands had on your thighs tightened as though he was holding back, which was proving to be more difficult for both of you. “He talks a lot, but you already know that.” Minho accepted your kiss gratefully, sliding his hands up to your ass as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He moaned into the kiss when feeling you slip your tongue into his mouth, not fighting or battling but rather looking for a reaction. The lack of one is what made you pull away prematurely. Reattaching to the skin of his neck, “you don’t have to hold back with me, sweetheart.”

His body shivered and nails dug into your ass through the material of the borrowed shorts. Just barely did Minho cant his hips up to grind his erection into you, though almost instantly he let himself fall back to the bed. You followed, sitting onto him with your full weight and languidly moving back and forth while you continued to bite down his neck. “C’mon, pretty kitty. What do you want? Wanna be taken care of?”

Minho shook his head, no. “Wanna stop?” Another no. “Wanna use me?”

Oh, his ears perked up at that. “Y– you’d let me?”

“Only if you keep it our little secret, or we’ll both get punished.” You sat back to tug the shirt over your head, suddenly thankful that you’d changed earlier because the way Minho was staring at your breasts was a sight you’d never forget. He hesitated to let his hands climb higher until you took them and cupped them over your boobs, “use me. Just this once.” You gave him a wink, a signal that tempted him into groping you, tweaking your nipples before the excitement overtook him and flipped you onto your back.

His shirt came off in a split second and he was ravaging your lips again, not giving either of you a moment to breathe. Spit and saliva would’ve been dripping down your face if not for his desire to practically swallow you. Not that you would’ve minded either outcome, you couldn’t get enough. When Jisung said he’d trained Minho, you weren’t sure what that entailed. Seeing the older now you understood, he was on a tight, tight leash.

Hands were everywhere, in his hair, on your ass, scratching down his back, tugging at your shorts. Minho finally pulled away just to leave a trail of wetness down your chest. He handled you on the rougher side as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, teething and bruisingly groping the other like he was touch starved. It was like he didn’t know where he wanted to be, just that he wanted every part of you in his mouth because when he was finished with your boobs, Minho suctioned each inch of the skin of your torso and stomach to leave deepening red spots wherever he could.

Coming to the hem of your (his) shorts, it was all but ripped from your body along with your underwear, you swore you heard the fabric tear. It didn’t deter him, Minho continued his rampage down your legs and inside your thighs. His eyes somehow grew even wider upon seeing your cunt, wet and dripping, but didn’t make a move to touch you there. Even with your hands in his hair guiding him, Minho stopped and looked up at you, “can I?”

“Please,” you were almost whining even if there was no need for you to. He had all the power in the world now, and you didn’t need to beg for a single thing. He was more than excited to give you whatever you wanted.

Forget a man stuck in the desert without water, this was a whole new level of eagerness that words couldn’t do justice. To describe his enthusiasm would’ve required rewriting the entire english dictionary, which would’ve taken a lot more time than you had considering how skillful Minho was with his tongue and plump lips continuously stimulating your clit. He was moaning into your nerves and sending vibrations rippling through you, the addition of his fingers was your written demise, sending you over the edge in record time. Maybe it was because of how emotionally attached you felt towards him that made cumming so easy to accomplish. You’d always heard that sex with someone you love is an entirely different ball game, and whoever said that deserves to come as hard as he made you just now, every day of their life.

You wanted to return the favor, almost immediately trying to sit up as soon as you were able to recover enough, but Minho clambered over your body to keep you down.

“Let me do everything, please. Wanna make you feel good.” He begged, hiking your knees around his hips to keep you close.

“Awe, our Ji must never let you have your fun, hm? You already made me feel so good, kitty. Can’t I help you now?”

“No, no,” you tasted yourself on his tongue as he pressed a deep kiss to your lips, sending a shock of arousal down to your core again. “Can’t wait that long. Can I have you? Please.”

“Okay, sweetheart. How do you want me?”

Only a guttural groan from within his chest resounded through the room when you gave permission. Taking one leg from his side, he flipped you onto your belly with ease and planted more teethy kisses down your spine. He cupped your ass with both hands and bit harder into the flesh there, on the verge of breaking skin but it felt too good, you couldn’t even be mad. But, perhaps Jisung would be, his plaything marking you up like this and claiming you as his own. That was a worry for later.

It was getting harder to focus as Minho’s tongue roamed closer and closer to your core again. With his big hands, he spread your ass cheeks wide, licking your cunt from behind and burying his face between. He took a little extra time to trace the outline of your clit and draw upwards towards your asshole, hardly grazing the rim and making you shudder and a shot of heat pool in your belly again. The goosebumps along your skin made him chuckle and press a bit harder for more of a reaction, and when you moaned, he pulled away.

You’d never been touched like that, let alone licked. It was new and strange but so comfortable with him, knowing exactly how to touch you and just how to get you to melt. You almost stopped his fingers from entering your cunt again just to ask how the hell he did that because fuck, you wanted him to do it again.

But Minho moved on, circling his fingers at your wet hole to simply play with you, listening intently to the way your walls squelched and sucked him in. He seemed to have a fascination with your pussy, like he was entranced by a spell that couldn’t stop him from staring.

“Use your freedom while you have it, pretty kitty,” you snapped his attention back to the throbbing in his lower half and he almost cried at how hard his cock throbbed.

Placing a kiss and a lick to your pussy, Minho sat up and pushed your legs together, fisting his dick slowly to take in the sight of you. Looking over your shoulder as best as you could to see him, but his hand was planted in the middle of your back and pinching your skin lightly whenever you tried to get a better look. You were so easily controlled this way, nowhere to run and no way to see what was coming.

Spreading your ass again, Minho let the tip of his cock only prod at your asshole to see what would happen. You shivered and whimpered at the foreign sensation, but mewled louder when he traversed down to press at your cunt, bluntly pushing forward so slowly that you felt every inch of his cock stretching you so wonderfully. He felt different from Jisung, but just as good. While Jisung had length on his side, Minho had girth, it was hard to keep your cunt from clenching as you took him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck– oh god,” he muttered, “baby was right. So fucking tight.”

“Ah– easy, sweetheart.” You dug your hands into the mattress and gripped the sheets.

Minho sat up straight and adjusted his posture, knees on either side of your hips and using your ass as leverage to thrust shallowly, experimentally. A high pitched whine left him while a muffled cry came from you. It didn’t take long for him to find a slow but steady pace, knowing he’d blow early if he went too fast. But it only made you want to tease all the more.

“Such a big cock. Don’t know how to use it, do you kitty?”

“I– I do!” He pleaded.

“Show me, then. Please me.”

His hands moved to plant next to your head and his chest pressing against your back, trapping you. Wide spread his legs, full body weight in his hips, Minho pulled out further and slammed back into you. The clap of skin on skin was encouraging, as was the moan you let out. And he’d lost all resolve after that, letting gravity do the work to rock you into the bed with every stroke, both your bodies practically bouncing with how hard he pounded. The slapping sounds bounced off the walls, out the open windows and you had to say, you were proud of how pretty he sounded. You were building another high just listening to him, but could tell he was ready to blow.

You demanded he pick up the pace, “louder, kitty. Cry for me louder.”

He did, no longer holding back any noise that wanted to fall from his lips. As he lost the reins on his self control, Minho started growing sloppy, murmuring about how sweet you felt, how perfect you felt snug around his cock. “Gonna cum, fuck, so close–”

“Hold it. Wanna cum with you,” you called behind you as best as you could, even with the motions making your voice bounce. Minho understood, keeping rhythm as he sat back again on his hunches to use the strength of his thighs to continue moving. He elevated your hips just enough to change the angle, letting him slip somehow deeper and kiss your cervix so deliciously.

He was getting impatient, thrusts growing shallow as he got closer to his high. Despite not truly following orders, his neediness was helping you along to your own, the repeated quick prods to your sensitive spots was teetering you on the edge, crying his name when he hit it exceptionally good and made the bubble in your gut burst to suffocate you in blissful warmth. You knew he was still using you to achieve his orgasm, it only prolonged yours to milk him to completion.

Minho collapsed on top of you not even a minute later and didn’t move, keeping your hole plugged and soiled. It took more than a while for the both of you to regain your breaths, your arms spread across the mattress and Minho tracing mindless patterns along them. “I can hear your heartbeat,” he whispered.

“I can feel yours,” you whispered back.

He rolled over eventually, taking you with him to lay on your sides spooning, sweaty and sticky but fulfilled in more ways than one. His leg thrown over your hip, you held his hands to your chest tightly, feeling enveloped in warmth as Minho planted gentle kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder.

“Can’t wait to do that again in the morning.” Your admittance made him laugh and kiss your cheek.

Minho snuggled in closer, “can’t wait to wake up to you every morning.”

You’d spoken it into existence and went another round as soon as the two of you were coherent enough, though this time it was much slower. He was still somehow inside of you when you’d woken up to the sun beginning to rise. Feeling him grow hard already within your walls was another new experience that felt beyond amazing. Morning haze made your body numb and sensitive at the same time, his warm lips raise goosebumps all over again as he reached his hand around to graze your puffy clit.

It only took a few fond touches to get you wet and ready, though of course neither of you stopped there.

“I’ll never get tired of kissing you,” he muttered into your hair. “Smell so good, fit so perfect around me.”

Minho was even touchier than last night somehow, his hands never stopping finding a new part of your body to love. Your hips, your thighs, belly, love handles, chest, he even found a way to make your ankles feel sexy as he lifted your leg and met the joint half way in the air to place a kiss to.

The morning was spent in bed with him lazily thrusting into you from behind and caressing every bit of your body followed by unfiltered words as he came across it, annotating you like a good book. But a good book should always be accompanied by good music, his fingers strumming your center until you cried out a melody that would play in his head on repeat for ages. And you were filled to the brim once more, held so tightly and so loved that it felt impossible either one of you had ever been broken in the first place. There was just one piece missing.

But not to worry, he had burst through the door with almost comedic timing, seed seeping from your hole as he greeted the two of you.

“Awe, damn it. I missed out on the fun!” Jisung slumped, stripping his shirt and pants off and joining you and Minho in bed completely unphased by what had just happened. “We need a bigger bed,” he gave you a kiss on the forehead and one to Minho as well before taking up the space in front of you.

“She said we’re blanket stealers and wants to sleep on the edge,” Minho threw you under the bus before you’d even gotten to greet the blonde lying next to you.

“We’re what?!”

Their reaction was identical. “Be happy I don’t mind that you both also snore. Can I take a shower before you start attacking my sleeping preferences?”

“No! You sleep in the middle. Just like this,” Jisung copied Minho by tossing a leg over your torso and caging you between their bodies. You felt them interlock hands and rest it on your hip like another lovely hello.

“Why didn’t you stay?” You asked softly.

“Had a few errands to run,” the blonde eased your worries.

You reached your top hand back to run through Minho’s messy hair and the other dragging Jisung in closer by the chin, kissing his lips and humming. It was comfortable, so comfortable that your heart started to race and you wanted to hang your head out the window to scream to the world how in love you were and how you hoped everyone would look at you and feel jealous because of how much they loved you back. Was it petty? Yes. But you couldn’t help it, you were sickeningly happy and wanted everyone in the world to know.

With Jisung right in your face, you spoke, “I know I’m on birth control, but can one of you buy me a plan B? I just got double cum dumped and feel it sticking–”

“Double?!” Jisung yelled and sat up, looking over you at Minho. The older nodded yes to your question and pointed to where your bodies were still joined and held up two fingers, his cock flaccid now and doing very little to keep any fluids in. Looking closer, Jisung noticed the bruises covering your body and suddenly relaxed.

A mischievous grin replaced his jealousy. “Pup, I know I said you could do whatever you wanted to him. But I don’t see a single mark on him.” You looked behind you at Minho who attempted to hide his face in your hair. “Why don’t we go take a shower and change that?”

A/N: took me a sec to post this part...had a lot going on but we here now!!! and the character plot miiiight've gotten a bit lost but I'll make up for it in part 3 I promise!! so pleeeeease stick around for that it'll be worth it ;)

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