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“Jagi, there you are.”

You give him a small smile as Minho steps aside, letting you enter the dorm. You place your hand on his chest and a soft peck to his lips before slipping inside and toeing off your shoes. He closes the door behind you, hand darting out to pull you close by your hip. He tugs you against him, other hand fisting in your hair to drag your mouth to his. The kiss is firm, warm, and over way too quickly.

Minho chuckles when you chase his retreating mouth. “Someone’s needy.” 

Your brows come together as you pout. “I literally said in the group chat that I wanted snuggles and kisses!”

Minho throws an arm across your shoulders as he tuts at you, guiding you into the living room. “Relax, kitten. I’m just teasing you. I’ll give you all the kisses you want.”

“And snuggles?”

“You can get those from Jisung.”

At the sound of his name, Jisung’s head whips up from where he’s lounging on the couch. “Baby!” He throws his arms wide, and you slip off your bag as you scurry over to fall into him, letting him wrap around you. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

You grin, pulling your head back to look at him. “I saw you like two days ago, Ji.”

“That’s basically an eternity.” He puckers his lips, and you push your toes against the end of the couch, giving you the leverage to meet his mouth with yours. “Mmm, I missed this the most.”

Jisung kisses you again, fisting a hand in your hair as his tongue finds its way past your lips. One of your hands splays out on his chest, and you let the other one find his face, fingertips resting on his neck as the side of your thumb catches on the swell of his cheek. Using your hold on him, you angle your head and deepen the kiss, teeth scraping against his. A low hum of approval escapes him, and you feel his free hand slide up your thigh to cup your ass as you get lost in Jisung.

Slowly, he pulls away, pressing soft kisses to your now-swollen lips, laughing when you pout. When he doesn’t kiss you again, you pout further, furrowing your brows.

“Hi,” he says breathlessly, smiling at you.

“Hi. Why did you stop kissing me?”

Jisung laughs softly, leaning forward to kiss each of your cheeks. “Thought maybe Minho’d like some kisses too.”

You twist your head around to find Minho, seeing him standing in the kitchen, an amused smile on his face when he meets your eyes. He’s pouring a drink from a large bottle, and you instantly light up. “Is that Milkis? For me?”

“Yes, jagi, for you.” He returns the bottle to the fridge before walking over. You and Jisung shift, making room for Minho on the couch. “Here.” Minho hands you the glass, and you smile wide before taking a sip.

“Thank you, Min.”

Minho smiles and reaches for your feet, bringing them to drape over his lap. It shifts you back into Jisung, and he moves to allow you to lean against him. Minho peels off your socks and begins rubbing your feet, taking the glass from you to put it down on the coffee table as Jisung yaps about the new track that he just finished with Seungmin. Jisung lets a hand card through your hair, twirling the ends as he talks, and you snuggle up under his arm, enjoying the way Minho’s hands periodically trail up your calves under the edge of your sweatpants.

Until one of those hands reaches your knee.

Jisung is saying something about the newest boy group at the company, but your hearing tunnels out when you zero in on Minho’s retreating hand. He doesn’t look at you- his face remains fixed on the TV, on the anime that Jisung turned on before you arrived that has been long forgotten by the Yap King himself.

Without taking his eyes off of the screen, Minho does it again, up the other leg this time. His fingertips graze the inside of your knee, and your chest hitches at the touch.

He still doesn’t look at you.

But the corner of his mouth lifts, a smug little gesture that has you narrowing your eyes.

“Ji, baby,” you say, interrupting him, turning to meet his eyes. “Tell Minho not to tease me.”

Jisung’s eyes go wide, and he leans to peer past your head, noticing Minho’s hand up the leg of your sweatpants. Jisung grins. “Now, Minho. That’s not very nice.” You turn back to catch Minho finally looking between you and Jisung out of the corner of his eye. You give him a smug smile of your own. “If you’re going to tease her, you should have told me, so I can join in.”

Wait, what?

Your smile drops. “Wait, what?”

Minho’s hand digs into your flesh sharply, and he rolls his head toward you lazily. The glint in his eyes matches the cocky grin across his face, and before you can say anything, Jisung moves. He has his hand around your throat, mouth pressed to the shell of your ear.

“Do you wanna play with us, baby?” Jisung asks, voice low and sultry, lips dragging against your ear as he speaks. You swallow harshly in his hand, his fingertips stroking the skin over your jugular. “Can we make you feel good?”

Your mouth is too dry to respond, but the whimper that you make plus the faintest nod of your head is enough. Minho drags you closer, out of Jisung’s grip, and pulls you onto his lap to crash his lips to yours. You scramble to settle down properly, shifting to straddle him and falling against his chest when you slip. Jisung laughs next to you, but you ignore him, focused on how Minho’s tongue sweeps into your mouth, licking at the inside of your lip before retreating, teasing you.

Jisung’s hands find the bottom of your shirt, lifting it until you and Minho are forced to separate and Jisung yanks it all the way off. He’s moved to stand behind you, and he trails his hands over your collar bones.

“The bra too, kitten.” Minho’s voice is husky with intention as he watches Jisung slide the straps from your shoulders. You reach behind to undo the clasp, too impatient to wait for Jisung to do it, and both sets of hands grab the fabric to rid it from your body.

Minho’s hands cup your breasts, thumbing over your nipples, as Jisung tugs your head back by your hair. He meets your lips with his own, the upside-down angle making it difficult for you to deepen the kiss. Jisung taunts you with his tongue, pulling away far enough that you can’t reach him, his hand still holding you in place by your hair.

Minho’s mouth latches onto one nipple, eliciting a gasp from you, and Jisung uses the noise to bite your lip. They torment you with their mouths until you’re whining and moaning into Jisung, grinding down on Minho’s lap.

“Sungie, help her get her pants off.”

Jisung pulls away, releasing his hold on your hair. Your neck aches from the position, and you rub at it before Jisung guides you to your feet.

“Sorry baby, was I too rough?” Jisung asks, noticing your wince when you shift your head. His hand comes up to massage the sore muscles.

“Mmm, a little, but that feels really good.” Your eyes flutter shut, and Jisung continues for a few moments. You hear a huff, and then there’s a tug on your pants, dragging them down your body.

“You can keep doing that, but I need to taste her sweet little pussy.” Minho murmurs, fingers curling in the waist of your panties. You open your eyes to look at him as he watches your panties slide down your legs. You step out of them without being asked to do so. “Good girl.”

Jisung chuckles. “She just got goosebumps.” He says over your shoulder, shifting his hands from your neck around to your tits and pulling you against his chest. He kisses your shoulder.

Minho glances up. “She likes the praise, right, jagiya?”

You nod, letting your head drop back against Jisung’s shoulder. He shifts you both one step forward, and Minho grabs one of your calves, placing your foot on the couch next to him to open yourself for him. He dips forward, tongue grazing over your center softly, and he moans into you when you thread your fingers into his hair.

Jisung sucks hickeys into your neck while Minho uses his mouth to drive you to the brink, slipping two of his fingers into your slick heat and throttling you over the edge. Teeth sink into the skin at your throat as you cum, crying out for both Jisung and Minho. Your hips buck and your jaw slackens, stuttered breaths punched out of you with every thrust of Minho’s hand.

“Don’t be greedy, hyung, I want to taste her too.” Jisung murmurs into your neck, and you bite back a whimper. 

Minho disconnects himself from your pussy, smirking as he leans back on the couch. “You can swallow her taste on my cock once I’m done with her.”

And then he’s tugging you down, out of Jisung’s grip, into his lap. He somehow has the coordination to pull himself free from his sweats, the length of his dick springing up as you land in his lap, and your hand immediately wraps around him. “Yes, please. Need to feel you, Min.”

He helps you lift your hips to guide him to your entrance, and then you sink down, enveloping Minho’s pulsing cock in one gentle motion. “Fuck, kitten.”

Your head tilts back, drunk on the pleasure of being full of one of your boys. Like coming home.

“God, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Baby, can I take a video? I won’t share it with anyone, it’s just for when I’m alone, like on tour or something.” Jisung asks, settling down on the couch with his knee folded up next to you and Minho. You give him a lazy grin as you cant your hips forward, rocking back onto Minho.

“Sure, Ji. I don’t mind. And you can share it with the other members. Hyunjin took a picture in the dance practice room that first time, didn’t he show you guys?”

Minho chuckles darkly. “I forgot about that.” His hands hold your hips steady and he bucks up into you, drawing out a groan.

“I’m gonna kill Hwang Hyunjin.”

A breathy laugh escapes you quickly before Minho rolls into you once more. Between moans, you tell Jisung, “He claimed it was a painting reference.”

Jisung makes a face, lost in thought as your hips are finally allowed to move, guided by Minho’s hands to ride him. You establish a rhythm, and Minho leans his head onto the back of the couch to let you take over. Jisung finally speaks. “You know, I think he did paint that one piece that could have been sexual. It was quite abstract.”

“Jisung-ah, are you going to talk about Hyunjinnie’s art or are you going to take the video?” Minho interrupts, breaking Jisung from his reverie. His mouth contorts into an ‘O’ before he picks up his phone from the coffee table. Minho’s hands trail up to your tits, pinching the nipple of one just enough to gain a verbal reaction.

“Okay.” Jisung clears his throat, drawing the camera close and biting his bottom lip. You hear the click of the recording start. “Don’t be shy, baby. Let us hear you.”

Jisung brings the phone close to your face, and you roll your eyes, but to indulge him, you bite your lip and let a moan bubble up from your throat. Your hand reaches for Minho’s, pressing his hand further into the flesh of your breast, squeezing it with your combined hands. Jisung moves the phone, angling it to watch the movement of your hands, before trailing it down your abdomen to capture the way Minho’s dick slides in and out of you with every motion. You watch Minho’s eyes fall to the screen, and he makes a face.

“God, kitten, you look so good taking my cock. Jisungie, great idea. I could kiss you for thinking of it.” Minho says, voice thick.

Phone temporarily forgotten, Jisung turns, face lining up with Minho’s. “I mean, you could kiss me. You are allowed to, after all.”

Minho’s free hand darts up to grip Jisung by the jaw and drag him in for a kiss. You watch, entranced, as their lips meet, then part, heads tilting as they appear to fight for dominance of the kiss. Jisung’s phone falls to the couch, now completely forgotten.

“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.” You gasp, watching one of Jisung’s hands curl around Minho’s shoulder, and then his other one slides down the plane of his torso, all the way to where your body meets Minho’s. “Oh, shit. Ji, fuck.”

His fingertips graze your clit briefly, causing you to clench around Minho, who then groans into Jisung’s mouth. You see Jisung smile into the kiss, and then his hand curls, the knuckles of his middle and forefingers raised to meet your clit with every downward thrust you make.

It takes you less than a minute to cum again. Your back arches, hands clutching your chest and neck, head thrown back to ride the aftershocks of your climax.

When you bring your head forward, Minho and Jisung are watching you, the sides of their faces pressed together and their lips glossy from their kiss.

“I’m going to go get a condom.” Jisung says suddenly, shooting up to dart down the hall.

“Ji, baby, I’m on the pill!” You call out after him, gasping when Minho bucks up into you sharply. “Min, behave.”

“The condom isn’t for me!” Jisung calls from a bedroom, presumably Minho’s. When he reappears, you glance over to see two foil packets and a bottle of lube in his hand. “Well, I grabbed one just in case.”

Confused, you just watch as he collapses on the sofa next to Minho, who continues to lazily roll into you, not really trying to push either of you to cum. “Kitten doesn’t understand what’s going to happen yet.” He murmurs to Jisung, who leans over to lick a filthy stripe across Minho’s mouth. “Brat.”

“Your brat.” Jisung bites back, before shifting, raising a brow at you conspiratorially. “That’s his type, isn’t it?”

“Mmm. His and Channie’s, yeah.” You giggle, leaning down to kiss the scowl off of Minho’s face. His arms wrap around you, keeping you pressed to his chest, and he uses the angle to fuck up into you more forcefully. You moan against his mouth, abandoning the effort of kissing him to pinch your brows, focused on your building orgasm.

“Cum for me, kitten.” Minho breathes into your open mouth, still hovered over him as you whine. “Go on, let go. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

As if on command, your body tightens and spasms, walls clenching around him so hard that he stops thrusting, watching you moan out his name as you cum. When your breathing evens out, Minho kisses your mouth softly, and pecks at your cheeks.

“Good girl, jagiya.” He whispers into your hair, relaxing his hold around your waist and shifting his hips to slide out of you.

You push upright, feeling his cock press against your ass cheeks. “Why did you pull ou- oh.”

Jisung is beside you, one leg bent up to spread himself open as he fucks three of his fingers into his ass. His fingers slide out and his eyes meet yours, lids heavy with intention. He wipes them on a washcloth you hadn’t noticed before reaching for one of the condoms. “Ride me next, baby?”

“Um,” you stutter, watching Jisung tear the foil and roll the condom on with his other hand, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Minho pats your thigh, encouraging you to move over, and you do so mindlessly. Jisung guides you, holding the base of his cock with the same hand for you to sink down on it, groaning when you bottom out. “Wait, shit.”

He’s a little longer than Minho, not quite as thick, but you need a second to adjust. You wrap your arms around Jisung’s neck, and he presses soft kisses to your throat and collar bone, murmuring something you can’t make out. You vaguely process that Minho has disappeared from your peripheral.

“Okay,” your mouth finds Jisung’s temple. “Okay, I’m alright now.”

He draws you down as he reclines further into the couch, similar to the position Minho had been fucking you in. You set a slow pace for a minute, before Jisung shifts, and you feel his thighs slap into your asscheeks.

You whip your head around. “What-”

He has planted his feet on the edge of the cushions, opening his legs for Minho to kneel between them. Minho meets your curious gaze with a grin, and you register that he’s gripping his cock- now covered in a condom- tight as he nudges it against Jisung’s ass.

Oh.

Ohhh.

You shift back to look at Jisung, watching as his face changes from smug to briefly surprised to fraught with pleasure as Minho slides into him.

This is the single hottest fucking thing you have ever been a part of. You can feel the thrum of your heartbeat in your pussy as Minho and Jisung’s combined groans echo around you. You feel Minho’s body heat when you push off of Jisung’s chest, and Minho leans forward to bite your shoulder.

“Have you motherfuckers done this before?”

"Be more specific."

You roll your eyes. "Have you fucked each other while fucking someone else?"

“No.” Minho grunts, sliding out of Jisung slowly. It amazes you that you can feel it, through the body between you. It’s not like when he was inside of you, but you can still feel the motion of his cock, rocking into Jisung, rippling through you. “We talked about it after the dance studio though, after Hyunjin made that comment to you.”

“Remind me to give Hyunjin a gratitude blowjob.” You say mindlessly, observing how Jisung’s lower lip is caught between his teeth. “Ji baby, how do you feel?”

His eyes are closed and he shakes his head slowly when he answers. “So fucking good right now, oh my God.”

You feel Minho thrust forward at that, fucking into Jisung slowly. Lifting your own hips, you time your motions with Minho’s, sinking down onto Jisung as Minho slides in, rocking up and off as Minho slides out. Minho wraps his hand around your throat, pulling your head back as he bites on your earlobe. Jisung thumbs at your clit.

You cum again. And again. Time is lost to you as you ride Jisung in tandem with Minho's thrusts, leaning down to kiss him or twisting to meet Minho's mouth periodically.

A key slides into the lock at the front door, and all three of you glance over as Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin walk in. Felix’s eyes go wide and he scrambles to close the door quickly, ushering in the other guys with a glance to the hallway.

“Well, isn’t this fun?” Jeongin all but coos, wandering over to sit on the opposite edge of the couch. He leans forward to flick at your nipple, causing you to whimper. His eyes fall to Jisung's forgotten phone, picking it up and swiping it open. "And you recorded it." Jeongin aims the phone at the three of you, seemingly picking up the abandoned videographer role.

Minho doesn’t stop fucking into Jisung, and his fingers tighten at your throat when he whispers into your ear, “Keep riding Sungie, jagiya.”

Felix balks once he checks the hallway and the door is securely shut, untangling his bag and sliding out of his shoes. You lock eyes with Seungmin, who looks bored, and whine. “Minnie.”

He turns his head, peering down the hall to his room. “I’m gonna go shower.” Seungmin starts to walk away but pauses, striding across the room to lean over and kiss you firmly as you continue to ride Jisung. “You look beautiful, little one. Being so good for Minho-hyung, hmm?”

You whimper into his mouth, and he licks over your bottom lip.

“I’ll be in my room if you want cuddles after.” Seungmin whispers, kissing you softly one last time when you nod, and then disappearing toward the bathroom.

Jisung makes some incomprehensible babbling below you, and when you glance down, Felix is leaning over the back of the couch to pinch one of his nipples. “He’s so sensitive.”

“You should try fucking him.” Minho murmurs from behind you, and you snort.

Felix looks up, over your shoulder to Minho, excitement on his face. “Yeah?”

“No.”

Jeongin snorts in laughter at Minho’s snappy response, and Felix’s face falls a little. He peers down at Jisung, face shifting into an expression of fondness as he rubs one of Jisung’s cheeks, letting his thumb dip into Jisung’s open mouth and biting his bottom lip when Jisung sucks on it, locking eyes with him.

“That’s okay, hyung, I know he’s yours. I wouldn’t share if I were you either.” Felix’s voice is soft, and you slow down your movements as you turn your head to Minho.

“Min-”

He cuts you off. “Yongbok-ah’s being a little shit. He gets to play with Jisungie any time he wants.” Minho quirks a brow at Felix, and when you glance back, Felix’s face is twisted in a grin, two fingers buried in Jisung’s mouth as he rubs his cheek with the spit-slicked thumb he replaced.

“I know. But no one has permission to fuck him. No one, except our sunflower here.” His eyes meet yours briefly, fingers dipping further into Jisung’s mouth until he gags. You sink back down, mesmerized by the interaction.

“So we’ve all been friends for how many years and I have not been privy to all of this fucking around?! Jail. All of you, friendship jail.”

Minho pushes you between your shoulder blades, pressing your chest to Jisung and delivering a swift slap to your ass cheek. “Behave.”

You bite back a whimper. “Yes, sir.”

Felix withdraws his fingers from Jisung’s mouth, moving to cup your chin. “Such an angel, hmm?”

You let your tongue loll out, and Felix is unable to resist sliding the same two fingers in, fucking your mouth with them. You roll your hips, feeling Jisung twitch inside you, and Felix watches you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

Minho slaps your ass again.

Jisung somehow has enough coherency to squeeze a hand between your chests and pinch your nipple, and before you can process the speed, your body reacts and you clench down around him, your orgasm barreling into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-” Jisung groans, his chest lurching into you, and then Minho is groaning behind you, slamming into Jisung harshly enough to shove you forward, causing you to gag on Felix’s fingers. He pulls them free, and you gasp when Minho slams into Jisung a second, a third, and then a fourth time, before stilling. A stuttered moan spills from him, and his forehead drops down onto your back a moment later.

Jeongin claps. “Wow, that was excellent. How did you coordinate all three orgasms like that?” He has lowered Jisung's phone, locking the screen to place it on the coffee table.

You shoot him a bewildered look. “Oh, is that what just happened?”

Jeongin laughs, leaning forward to boop you on the nose. “Noona, you’re so cute.”

You turn to look up at Felix, confused. “What did you do to Innie?”

Felix shrugs, a devious grin on his face. “We went to a karaoke place that had a bunch of his favorite trot songs, he’s just in a good mood.”

“Okay, well can we all get off of Hannie now?” Jisung says from under you, making Minho move, sliding out of him and falling backward onto his butt on the floor. You’re now able to shift off of Jisung as well, standing on wobbly legs. 

Jeongin shoots to his feet to support you. “Come here noona, let me help you.”

“Thanks, babyboy.”

You let Jeongin lead you to the bathroom, still fogged from Seungmin’s shower, and he tells you to clean up and that he’ll bring you some clean clothes. You see Seungmin’s towel hung over the curtain rod, so you decide to step into the shower and wash up, using his body wash to clean up and stealing his towel to dry off with. When you turn off the spray, Jeongin is sitting on the closed toilet lid holding a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Once you’re dressed, you wander back into the living room with Jeongin to check on Minho and Jisung.

Minho is still collapsed on the floor, sprawled out with his hair in his face and his eyes closed. The condom is disposed of, and he has managed to get his pants pulled back up.

Jisung is also dressed again, but he’s on the floor on his knees with Felix’s hands in his hair and his cock in Jisung’s mouth.

Jeongin leans over to speak low in your ear. “This is why Han-hyung isn’t allowed to live with us. Come on, let’s go cuddle with Seungmin-hyung.”

xx

CHANGBIN + HYUNJIN

It was all part of your plan. You had made them drink water since you first saw them that day. You knew what you were doing. You just wanted to see how desperate they could become.

But this was too fun.

"Y/N pleaseeeee unblock the bathroom I need to pee!" Felix begged, he had been begging for almost ten minutes and you didn't plan on stopping.

"Me too please!" Hyunjin whines next to Felix.

You chuckle, you roll your head back and laugh before you hear broken sobs coming from Felix. You turn your head to see Felix with tears in his eyes while a large wet spot forms on his jeans. "Felix did you-" you stutter.

He bursts out in tears, unable to stop peeing all over himself. "Aww lixie, shh it's okay, you're such a messy little one hmm? It's okay, why are you crying?" you ask the crying boy, moving to his side.

"It's embarrassing!" he squeals.

"Oh tch tch tch, I know it is, but it's so fucking hot," you coo, kissing his hair.

His face lights up, "can I uhm drink Hyunnie's uhm-" he stutters out.

"You wanna drink Hyunnie's piss?" you ask the shy boy.

He nods with blushed cheeks. Hyunjin can't hold it much longer, he quickly pulls his cock out and lines it up with Felix's mouth, rolling his eyes back as he lets go.

"So pretty," you compliment Felix.

Minho was never a crier. Not even on his worst days and nights. Times where only you and a select group of people got to see his sadness, he never would shed tears.

So when you come home from an unarguably long day at work to your boyfriend sitting at home on the couch, staring off into space rather then watching the film that is playing on the TV, you knew something is off.

"Sweetheart?" you call to Minho, when you get no response is when you drop your bags and rush to his side, "sweetheart?" you call out to him again.

He blinks a few times before turning to look at you, a small, "mhm?" escaping his lips.

"Hey," you wrap your hand in your own, "did you have a bad day? What's going on, honey? Let me help you."

"Mhm," he hums and this is when you can't help but realize that Minho isn't going to talk, at least not for a while.

"You don't need to say anything, honey," you reassure, "let me give you choices, one, I make dinner and we watch a movie or two I make dinner and we can take a little cat nap?" you smile, hoping that it will make him feel even the slightest bit better.

"Mhm," he shakes his head before he is pulling you onto his lap, straddling him in his grey sweatpants.

"Min-" you gasp at the sudden eagerness, "you wanna be close?"

Minho nods, his hands linking around your middle as he looks up at your face with those pretty brown eyes of his.

You both stay like that for a moment while Minho's hands run all over your hips and sides before you feel him gently grinding you down on his lap. "Honey," you call to him, he shows you he's listening by perking his head up to watch you, "y-you want?"

Minho's voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, "p-please? Inside?"

You hum before pulling off your button down shirt, Minho's hands fiddle with your bra for a moment before it too is being pulled off, thrown into a heap on the living room floor.

Minho is tender, gently putting your breast in his mouth, looking up at you with the sweetest eyes while he teasingly sucks on your nipple.

"Min-" an airy moan escapes your mouth as you watch the boy.

Your hands are fiddling with your black trousers, desperately trying to pull them down. Minho realizes your struggles and helps you stand up. After your pants and underwear are discarded you're straddling Minho's waist again.

"C-condom? I-I d'have one," Minho's words slur together.

"Unless you want one, I'm fine with not using one," you hum as you lean down to kiss him.

"I-if you're okay then I-I'm okay with it," he murmurs against your lips.

The two of your lips are smacking against each other when Minho gently pulls his sweatpants down just enough so that his dick springs out and hits the bottom of his clothed tummy.

You feel Minho's fingers come down between your folds before he's spreading your wetness around, softly rubbing small circles on your sloppy clit.

You reach down, pumping his chubby cock a few times, before lining him up at your entrance, gently sinking down on his cock.

You watch his face as you sink down, you watch as it contorts and he lets out whines and whimpers that only you get the privilege of hearing. "Jagi," he groans when he bottoms out inside you.

"Minho," you whine as you begin gyrating your hips.

Minho is overwhelmed, you can see it on his face. The way he throws his head back against the couch and his hands hold you still while he adjusts to the new feeling.

"Are you okay, honey?" you ask, pushing his hair out of his face.

Minho is grinning, chest heaving heavily beneath your body, "no-not gonna last," he announces.

"It's okay, you don't need to, just let go when it feels right," you whisper in your softest and sweetest voice.

Minho's hands rest on your hips as you begin bouncing up and down on his cock, his face twists in pleasure, hands gripping the pillows of the couch. "M-mommy," you hear him whimper.

Normally, that was what you called him, and Minho would only call you mommy to tease you, but you know he isn't joking when he calls you this. "Y-yeah," your chuckle is interrupted by a groan escaping your throat when his cock kisses that spongy spot inside your cunt just right, "mommy's here."

"Mommy," he whines again before he's taking one of your breasts into his mouth.

It takes you a moment to notice, but when you look down and you see pretty tears escaping Minho's eyes you stop for a moment, "hey, honey," you check in with him.

"Please," he begins thrusting up into you, "love you so much-love you s'much it fucking hurts."

"I l-love you too, my love, it just feels good hmm?" you ask for reassurance.

"Feels s'good, can't help it!" he says as more tears stream down his face, "cum, I need to, p-please?"

"Inside, cum inside," you instruct.

Minho cums inside you with a cry, throwing his head back against the couch. He gently thrusts up into you while riding out his high and you feel his cum seeping into you.

"Better?" you ask.