𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒
𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨
lee minho x fem!reader x han jisung
» bestfriend!jisung, friend!minho, dom!minho, switch!jisung, sub!reader [2.8k]
you and jisung have been bestfriends for years — you do everything together, and when you both take an interest in minho, a friend of yours, well logically, you both go for it — together!
contains .ᐟ.ᐟ › mxm (making out), tit play, oral (both rec), handjob, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, cumming untouched, sweet aftercare (eli special), not proofread, we die like slexie.
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You and Jisung never had a typical relationship.
Sure — you're best friends, you've gone through a lot together. College, that first job, second — everything.
Through countless break ups, often lead on by the fact of how close you are, boyfriends and girlfriends of both of you not particularly understanding that you both are just friends.
Well — not just.
You never told them about the countless times in between relationships, when you're both drunk, hell even when you're not.
Nobody knows, but everyone guesses, suspects anyways. Anyone who meets you both assumes your dating, you say you aren't but make no moves to prove them wrong.
Everyone in both of you groups both knew the weird dynamic between you, new people tried to understand but quickly gave up.
Until Minho.
Minho, a work friend of Jisung, quickly infuriating the group, he's great, weird in a way that draws you in, handsome in a way words cant describe.
You're not saying you're a mind reader but you are definitely catching a vibe instantly.
The moment Jisung introduced Minho to you, you notice. The glaces that linger moments too long, the awkward laugh Jisung lets out only with you usually.
It's not jealousy of Jisung — no, more envy.
Because despite this weird dynamic with Jisung, you care about him, you want him. It's why no relationship truly lasts because all you believed you needed was each other — maybe you were wrong.
Jisung on the other hand notice things too, he knew you and Minho well, you both were the closest people to him in his life and he catches on quickly.
Minho, who typically doesn't start conversations out of the blue, always does with you, paying extra attention, nodding along.
Now Jisung would never say anything, no he doesn't want to bring it up because what if he's wrong — or worse, right?
Because Minho isn't like anyone else you would date, he would stick around because he understands to an extent your relationship with Jisung so he wouldn't be threatened right — that's why all your previous relationships ended, because they were insecure but what if he loses you —
Okay, now Jisung said he wouldnt mention it to Minho but you — you were his best friend of course he was going to tell you!
A random Sunday night is when it all clicked in both of your heads, both of you feeling things, silly doubts and one common thing — you both wanted Minho, and each other.
So you plotted, poorly, with no actual plan — basically just going off booze and a whim.
A 'strategically' planned night out, Jisung said it was fool proof but you cant help but be apprehensive.
You randomly messaged Minho, who replied instantly in your little three person group chat you made awhile ago.
Somehow all of your friends couldn't make it so it was just you, Jisung and Minho.
This of course made so much sense in Jisung's mind, you couldn't fight him on it.
At the bar you're focused, well as focused as you can be while slightly tipsy, not drinking a lot as you know what's hopefully going to happen.
You're at the bar, grabbing a round for the three of you, Minho yet to question why its just the three of you so far. When you notice they arent there — looking around at the near by tables to check that maybe you were just losing your mind but no, they weren't anywhere.
Checking over the obvious places, calling out their names you hesitantly check the males bathroom, not in the mood to get flashed, what you find is so much better.
Jisung pressed against the bathrooms sink, his lips attached to Minho's, way too lost in the moment to notice you right away, his hands tangled in his hair, Minho has his knee pressed between Jisung's thighs keeping them parted, faintly hearing a moan escape Jisung's lips.
Only once they hear the bathroom door close do they freeze, looking at you standing in the doorway, Minho looking shocked, a bit unravelled, Jisung however looks so far gone, his hair messed up and lips pink and glossy.
Almost like time stilled for a moment, all outside noises quietening for a second. Only when you smile a bit, taking in the sight of them do they seem to regain functionality.
"You started without me Sungie?" You drag out the question with an almost whine, Jisung lets out a choked moan, his grip loosening on Minho.
Minho, ever the quick one, catches on instantly. Sucking in a shaky breath before pulling from Jisung, not without a small whine in protest.
"What is wrong with you both." His voice still edging on confusion, laced with something more. You cant help but glace at Jisung than back at Minho.
"I guess you're gonna have to try and find out, hm?"
The ride home was blurry, calling an uber was the safest bet, none of you truly sober enough to drive.
The ride back felt torturously long, settling on your apartment as it was the closest. Stuck snug between both of the guys felt like heaven and hell, Jisung's leg drumming up and down anxiously, Minho's almost stoic expression making both of you confused and slightly turned on but we dont talk about that.
The feeling of being literally in between both of them makes your brain go haywire, swirling with all of the possibilities of when you get into the apartment, the excitement, the thrill.
Unconsciously you start clenching your thighs together, of course Minho notices, the guy notices everything about you.
The 20 minute drive felt like an hour, the warmth almost unbearable.
Finally when you arrive, you're suddenly thankful of the long walk, mad at the uber feeling like forever but the reality slowly dawning on you.
Not fear per say, just adrenaline finally dropping.
Jisung is no better, suddenly both of your confident acts crumbling under the idea of Minho.
Minho — who has the straightest face, like he's going to a board meeting not a possible friendship altering encounter.
Entering the apartment should have felt relaxing but it didn't, Minho takes in the space briefly before he makes a long stride to you his hands cupping your face kissing you hard.
Instinctively you moan into the kiss, giving him all the control which you can feel the cocky bastard smile into the kiss. Your fingers curl into the loose fabric of his jacket noticing Jisung's presence lingering close by, hearing the familiar sound of his desperate whines.
Minho breaks the kiss suddenly, leaving you to try and chase his lips, the sudden feeling of disappointment is quickly fading when he pulls Jisung closer, tilting the younger boys jaw so he can kiss him, making sure you're watching.
A small gasped moan escapes from your throat, the sight of them making you go insane with need. A moment later the kiss ends, Jisung looking probably just as desperate and pathetic as you.
"Wheres your bedroom?" Minho's voice coming out broken, catching his breath from the kiss with Jisung. You quickly try and regain composer as you walk ahead of him, guiding him and Jisung to your bedroom.
You can barely process it, clothes ending up mindlessly anywhere on the floor, feeling exposed — all of your thoughts quickly silencing when Jisung kisses you, Minho watching right in front of you.
Your fingers curl into Jisung's hair, pulling helplessly on the strands, desperate for more. Jisung was just as needy, feeling his cock hard against your thigh, rutting against it.
"Poor Sungie has been suffering since the bar —" Minho's words suddenly breaking the silence, your lips still brushed against Jisung's, feeling his breathing grow unsteady. "Be a good girl and help our boy — gonna be good for me, kitty?"
As soon as the nickname falls from his lips you're gone, nodding helplessly at him. Your hands dragging over Jisung as Minho helps him lean against the pillows moving next to him, his thumbs grazing over Jisung's nipples, a breathy gasp from him.
Moving to sit between his legs, your hand slides over the plush of his thighs, enjoying the sweet sounds he's making — Jisung whose always been sensitive everywhere basically.
Slowly your fingers drift to his cock — your thumb tracing over his sensitive tip, gliding over the slit, smearing the cum down his cock.
Before Jisung can even make a proper sound Minho's on him, his lips attaching to Jisung's, Minho's tongue gliding over his bottom lip before his tongue meets his.
Your hand glides up his cock, your thumb pressing against his lip, briefly looking up at him before you lick the head.
His shallow moans muffled by Minho, you can feel heat pooling between your legs at the sight, quickly you wrap your lips around his cock, bobbing your head gagging slightly when he bucks up into your mouth, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Before you can process Minho's hand tangles into your hair pulling you off Jisung's cock. His thumb swipes over your bottom lips, collecting all the spit that gathered from sucking Jisung off, pushing his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue.
Instinctively you suck, moaning around his thumb, Jisung watches with huge eyes, letting out a strangled sound. Minho however looks pleased, pulling his thumb from your mouth, his fingers brushing over your cheek, his lips so close to yours but he doesn't press them against yours yet.
"Lay down for me, kitty." His voice is barely above a whisper, quickly and haphazardly shift besides Jisung, your thigh pressed against his you're sitting so close.
Minho moves slowly in front of you, not hesitantly, calculated, likes he's trying to control the situation and you both to every degree.
His hands press against your knees, parting them — his eyes immediately drifting down to your exposed cunt, your slick coating your pussy, nearly dripping onto the mattress.
"Look at you — all that from watching me and Hannie?" He coos gently, his tone dripping with condescension.
You cant even muster out any words, a small sound escaping from your throat as Minho slips down onto his stomach, his hands perched directly on your thighs to keep you still and spread out for him.
Jisung is just watching this unfold, feeling his cock twitch as the view in front of him. Two of his best friends who he wants so bad — its genuinely his wet dream.
Minho's focused, his eyes trained on your pussy, watching as you clench around nothing — just as you're about to say something he's on you.
His tongue almost exploring, kitten licking over your cunt before licking a long stripe. Your hands instantly go to his hair, anchoring yourself.
His movements are precise, his tongue swiping over your clit teasingly before prodding at your soaked hole.
You're already embarrassingly close, Jisung and Minho can tell, almost as soon as you feel your orgasm building — Minho pulls away.
"What—" You barely even get one word out before Minho is on you, you can feel his tip slide up your cunt making you moan unexpectedly.
"Gonna be a good girl and put a show on for Sungie?" His eyes glace over at Jisung who somehow looks more wrecked than you.
Not really trusting your words you nod — feeling your thighs start to shake with anticipation.
Slowly Minho pushes in — he feels different than Jisung, longer but not as thick. Quickly he bottoms out, his breathing coming out ragged and uneven.
The feeling takes over you, small shaky moans leaving your lips, adjusting to him. Minho swipes his thumb over your perked nipples, distracting you from the stretch. Quickly The sting morphs into pleasure, arching into him as you squirm under his touch.
Jisung's eyes are trained on you, watching as Minho's cock slides in out of your wet cunt, listening to the mixed sounds of the wet sound and your sweet moans. He cant help but touch himself to the sight of you both.
Pressing his thumb directly over his sensitive tip, using the spit you left on him earlier to wet his cock, stroking his throbbing cock to you getting fucked.
Minho's thrusts are slow and deep, fucking into you like he's trying to mark you — and maybe he is.
"Look at you — both of you, acting pathetic after weeks of eye fucking me." Minho spits out, the sudden realisation that he knew. You can only moan in response, his thrusts growing sharper. "You act all innocent and guarded but you just needed me and Jisung to fuck you stupid, huh?" His words mocking you, leaving you to respond but you cant, his cock pistoling inside of you, hitting that gummy shot with insane precision.
Minho doesn't stop — finally getting to fuck you only turns him mean, his filter completely gone as he looks over at Jisung whose fisting his own cock. "What's the matter Sungie? Too busy being a desperate little slut — what, you get off on watching your best friends, fuck — Shit, she's so tight for us Ji, I think she can take both of us one day."
Minho is talking nonsense at this point, his head clouded with the feeling of your snug walls milking his cock.
Jisung is a pathetic moaning mess — everything is too much, your orgasm is building fast — the feeling oh Minho pounding into your sopping cunt, Jisung's moans echoing through the room mixed with yours.
Jisung can tell — the slight shift of your actions and knowing you all too well. His movements dont stop, reaching over to you — crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing all your sweet moans.
"Come on Hannie — you gonna cum for us?" Minho's voice grows even more ragged, shifting your leg over his arm to fuck you even deeper.
Jisung moans into your mouth, his hand twisting around his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the slit before letting out a silent cry, cumming hard.
"You wanna cum too, kitty? Wanna cum with Sungie — shit, so good for me go on, cum for me angel." Minho's thrusts grow sloppy, his own orgasm creeping up on him, the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in while Jisung is moaning his name.
Minho's words break you, spasming around him as your orgasm crashes over you — moaning desperately into Jisung's mouth, clawing into the sheet — his hair, anything as you ride out your orgasm.
Minho cums at the feeling of you cumming around his cock — his grip on your thighs tightening — letting out a string of groans as he fucks you through your orgasms filling you up — fucking his cum back into you.
Everything slows, everyone's senses dial down, the highs slowly fading. Minho pulls out slowly, watching as your cunt drips with the mixture of your cum.
Minho looks over at Jisung who is also looking at your glistening pussy, his eyes drifting to notice Jisung's cock, which is already half hard again.
"So desperate for our girl still, hm?" A cat like smirk forms on Minho's lips, teasing Jisung. "Wanna taste of her? Think you can handle it Ji?"
Jisung quickly perks up, a small whine escaping at the thought, quickly shifting to take Minho's spot between your legs, diving straight in.
Jisung quickly laps up all of yours and Minho's cum, moaning at the taste, his hips grinding into the mattress.
His tongue gliding over your clit, sucking it hard, moaning against your pussy.
Already so overstimulated from your previous orgasm, this one comes fast and hard — your thighs clenching around Jisung's head.
Jisung only moans at your thighs nearly crushing his head — his ruts into the bed only growing more desperate and needy.
Minho is watching closely, his eyes never straying from you and Jisung, his lips parted from how heavy he's breathing, almost memorised by you both.
Your orgasm comes crashing over you as Jisung sucks on your clit, moaning helplessly into your cunt.
Jisung sucks you through your orgasm, his own building fast, moaning pathetically into your pussy, mumbling sweet praises, the friction between his bare cock and the sheets forcing his own orgasm out of him.
Moments pass — Jisung hesitantly leaves your cunt, noticing how you twitched and probably were sore, resting his head on your thigh, catching his own mess.
Before you can realise Minho left the room, coming back quickly, his boxers back on as he kneels onto the mattress.
Silently helping you both put some clothes on, Minho puts Jisung's shirt on you while helping slide Jisung's boxers on. Handing both of you a glass of water, sitting in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours — unable to read what he's thinking.
Once Jisung basically chugs his drink, putting the glass onto the bedside table, he buries into your side, you take note of the small smile creeping up onto Minho's lips.
While buried into your side you play with his hair, brushing strands stuck to his forehead from his face when he mumbles into your shoulder.
"So — next time?"
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