#jensung

Lee Haechan may not seem it, but deep beneath his smart mouth and snarky attitude, he's incredibly smart. Top scores in the majority of his classes that he maintains through extra credit assignments.

So it was no surprise to Jeno when his brother started tutoring other students in his spare time. He didn't know if Haechan was actually getting paid for it or if it was a rare act of selflessness. Not that Jeno ever bothered to ask, preferring to stay hidden away in his bedroom whenever Haechan brought anyone home. It wasn't like he was intentionally trying to be rude though, no, Jeno is just painfully, awkwardly shy. The complete opposite of his social butterfly of a twin.

It was late in the afternoon when Jeno finally trudged out of his bedroom after a long gaming session with some friends, still shirtless and dressed only in the sweats he slept in last night, his hair messy and pushed back out of his eyes.

He freezes up as he turns the corner into the living room, spotting two teenagers he's never seen before sitting on the floor by the coffee table, right next to Haechan. He takes a slow, quiet step backwards in an attempt to creep back to his bedroom and pretend he never came out. But, unfortunately for Jeno it's like Haechan can smell his anxiety, his head snaps up from his text book, a wide grin forming on his face. And he's got that glint in his eyes, the mischievous kind that makes Jeno's stomach sink. Jeno shakes his head furiously, knowing exactly what his twin is thinking.

A smarter man would've turned around and fled before Haechan could open his mouth… unfortunately Jeno isn't as smart as his brother… “Jeno! I'm surprised you came out to greet our guests for once and so… under dressed”

The two teenagers instantly look up at Haechan's words, their gazes locking onto the older boy, unspeaking and unblinking “I uhm… I didn't know you had anyone over… I thought you didn't tutor on weekends” he mutters out, his own eyes dropping to the hardwood floor as he feels his face heating up from sheer embarrassment.

Haechan lets out a hum, clearly amused by Jeno's misery "I usually don't but… these two have an important test coming up so I'm doing them a favour”

“No you're not! we had to bribe you with takeout” the young boy next to him exclaims, instantly humbling Haechan.

“Jisung shut up and work on your equations” Haechan bites out, pulling quiet laughter from the two younger teens

As soon as the attention is off Jeno, he slips away to the kitchen. Stealing one of Haechan's sugary energy drinks from the fridge while he starts making lunch for himself. He doesn't notice anyone approaching until he feels warmth pressing into his side.

He tilts his head slowly towards his brother, a concerned look on his face as he notices the scowl on Haechan's face. “Go put a shirt on” he hisses out quietly “you're distracting my pupils”

Jeno can't help but turn his head back towards the living room, catching the way the two teens instantly look down to avoid his gaze. His face burns red as he turns back to Haechan, who's still sporting an irritated look. “It's probably just ‘cause it's their first time meeting me” he gives a half assed excuse, not entirely believing it himself

“Uh no. It's ‘just cause’ my beefcake of a brother is currently shirtless and they're both horny teenagers” Haechan bites back in hushed annoyance, letting out a scoff.

“Fine, fine… I'll finish making lunch and go back to my room” he nudges Haechan away, watching the boy trudge back towards the living room. As Jeno makes his way back towards his bedroom, he doesn't miss the two gazes following his movement, even as he tries to ignore it and the way it makes him feel.

Jeno doesn't think about them again until a few days later. He's sitting on the couch, his legs curled up with his laptop in front of him as he types out some new assignment. His attention is immediately drawn away from his homework as he hears a quiet knock on the door. He sinks into the couch slightly, wishing that his brother, or parents, were home right now.

He considers ignoring it, hoping whoever it is will just think no one is home, but another knock sounds from the front door, a much firmer sound than before. He lets out a sigh as he stands, his face scrunching up like the idea of social interaction is physically painful.

He trudges his way to the door, praying that it's some door-to-door salesmen he can just slam the door on. Unfortunately for Jeno, it's not… It's those two younger students Haechan has been tutoring, he's glad he's wearing a shirt this time, he really wouldn't be able to handle more of their staring.

“Uhm… hi?” Jeno is confused by their presence and rightfully so, Haechan isn't even home right now.

“Hey! Jeno right? We texted Haechan earlier if we could come over, he said he might be a bit late but that you'd be here to let us in” the young girl smiles up at him, she seems so adorably cheerful. It's a stark contrast to the very quiet boy standing next to her, who either has really bad posture or is purposefully trying to make himself seem smaller.

“Oh… yeah, you can come in” Jeno steps aside, still holding the door open. A wave of dread washes over him as he suddenly realises that, for once in his life, he actually has to act like a host. He awkwardly follows them into the living room, watching as they dump their bags on the floor by the couch. “so… do you guys want anything to drink?”

“That sounds really nice actually, just some water for the both of us” the girl says as she takes a seat on the couch, the lanky boy just nods in response, clearly happy to let his friend do the speaking for him. Jeno can relate to that.

As Jeno pours water into some glasses he tries his best to calm his nerves, he really shouldn't be so freaked out, but for some reason they make him anxious, more so than usual when he's talking to new people. He, very hesitantly, makes his way back out to the living room, they're both now sitting on either end of the couch, chatting quietly.

He sets the two glasses down on the coffee table, wringing his hands together awkwardly as he takes a step back. “Do you… do you need anything else?”

“No no, we're fine. Thank you for this” she gives him another soft smile before her eyes widen slightly “oh! I'm Y/n by the way and this is Jisung, we didn't introduce ourselves last time, sorry about that”

“It's fine” Jeno awkwardly mumbles out in response, repeating their names in his mind to hopefully avoid the embarrassment of forgetting their names.

Y/n pats the seat next to her, a soft smirk forming on her lips “wanna see a photo i took of Haechan after he fell asleep during our tutoring session” Jeno can't stop the grin forming on his face as he moves to sit down in the open space between them.

Y/n instantly pulls out her phone, scrolling through her gallery until she finds the set of photos. She leans in closer to show them off to the older boy, swiping through blurry, unsteady photos of Haechan, fast asleep with the side of his face pressed against a text book. One was more zoomed out, with Jisung in the background throwing up a peace sign behind Haechan's head. He lets out a quiet laugh, because what person doesn't love seeing stupid and embarrassing photos of their siblings.

He feels Jisung lean in closer to his other side, their shoulders brushing against each other. It makes Jeno tense up, not that either of them notice. “You should show him those photos we took when Haechan was trying to hit on that girl in the library”

Y/n let out a soft gasp and a giggle as she instantly swipes through more photos “oh my god, you're a genius!” She shows them off proudly, like their pieces of art and not shots of his brother getting rejected.

As much as he tries to focus on their retelling of what happened in the library, Jeno can't help but be painfully aware of how little space there is between them. They lean into him so casually, like they've been friends for years, it makes his heart beat a little faster as butterflies start forming in his stomach.

But it's probably nothing, they're just sitting on a couch, right? Normal people sit this close all the time, though Jeno, unfortunately, has never been considered normal in any sense. He sits a little too straight and tensed up, terrified of accidentally brushing against one of them if he shifts even slightly.

"You should've seen his face," Jisung says, grinning widely "He really thought he was gonna get her number"

"Yeah, she couldn't be any less interested in him” Y/n says immediately after, letting out a quiet snort. “poor guy was crushed” though her teasing tone made it obvious she isn't actually sympathetic about it.

Jeno lets out a short huff of laughter, it's a little awkward sounding, neither Jisung or Y/n say anything but they both glance over at him.

"What?" he asks, his voice comes out quiet, an obvious hint of insecurity in his tone, like he's only just realised they're actually perceiving him.

"Nothing" Y/n responds, an amused smile still plastered on her face. Her response somehow makes him more nervous than before. Jeno can already feel his face starting to heat up as he quickly looks away, his gaze locking onto the coffee table in front of them.

A few seconds pass before Y/n is breaking the silence "Can I… ask you something?" She asks him, hesitating for just a mere second.

His stomach drops, those simple words causing unusual anxiety to swell up inside him "uhm… sure"

"You and Haechan are twins… right?" She asks him, tilting her head slightly.

Jeno laughs quietly, the pit in his stomach instantly dissipating at her question "unfortunately"

"And has he always been so, how do i say it nicely, confident?” Jisung mutters out from beside him.

"You mean egotistical?" Jeno mumbles back, still staring ahead at the coffee table.

The two teenagers laugh at his response, nodding in agreement. The soft sound sends another wave of butterflies through his stomach, making him shift in his seat uncomfortably. His thighs are tense as he tries to keep them from pressing against either of theirs.

For a moment it’s silent again, not in an awkward sense, Jeno thinks it is but to be fair he finds most normal conversations awkward.

Jisung tilts his head, looking Jeno up and down in a way the older boy can't help but notice. "What about you?"

Jeno turns his head towards the younger boy, his eyes slightly wide as he stares at him confused "what about me?"

"You're nothing like him" Jisung says, looking him up and down once more. It somehow feels more intimate with Jeno actually looking at him this time and he can't tell if he likes it or not.

"Oh" it's all Jeno can mutter out in response. For some reason, Jisung's words make his stomach twist, he doesn't really know why. Jeno knows he's different from his twin, he knows they have nothing in common but it's weird when someone points it out, because in some weird way… it makes him feel inadequate.

Haechan has always been more social than him, smarter too, the kind of kid parents brag about to their friends. Jeno isn't that kind of kid… he's socially inept, has only one friend at school and is a C average student.

Jisung continues, either oblivious to Jeno's spiralling or just trying to make it better "Seriously, he's so loud"

"Very loud" y/n quickly agrees, nodding her head.

"And you're..." Jisung pauses, trying to find the right words.

"Quiet?" Jeno offers, he's still staring at Jisung, who looks just as awkward and uncomfortable as he does.

"I… I wasn't going to say quiet" the lanky boy stammers out "I was going to say… you're very calm in comparison"

Jeno shrugs, his gaze drifting back to the coffee table “it's fine, everyone says I'm quiet”

“I think it's a nice trait to have!” Y/n perks up from beside him, leaning in even closer to the two boys.

Jisung lets out a scoff, leaning over Jeno slightly to look at her “that's just because you think shy guys are cute!”

She reaches out suddenly, pinching Jisung's cheeks before he can pull away “yeah and you're the cutest!”

Jisung pushes her hands away, blushing as he tries to stammer out a rebuttal “s-shut up… I'm not cute!”

Y/n ignores his stuttered words, reaching out over Jeno once again to grab his face in her hand. She squeezes his cheeks together, forcing a pout on his lips as she coos at him. “Hmm, I dunno Ji… I think you're pretty cute”

Jeno lets out a quiet laugh, amused by their behaviour, but perhaps he shouldn't have made any noise at all because as soon as he does the young girl turns her attention to him, still grasping Jisung's face in her hand as she tilts his head. “Don't you agree Jeno? My boyfriend is just the cutest little guy ever”

That simple word feels like a punch to Jeno's stomach, maybe he is a little dense because he thinks to himself that he should've realised sooner that they're dating.

“Yeah… he's pretty cute” Jeno murmurs out in response, the words tumbling out before he can even think to stop them.

Jisung instantly shoots backwards, slumping against the armrest as his lanky body curls in on itself, his hands covering his burning red face. Y/n lets out a loud laugh at his reaction, a high pitched, almost squeaky sound as she starts wheezing.

“I… I didn't mean it like th-” Jeno's words are cut off as he feels Y/n slap her hand against his thigh, her body slumping against his as she continues laughing.

“See Jisung! Even Jeno knows you're a total cutie” she continues teasing her boyfriend through broken laughter, his whining only fuelling her amusement.

“Seriously… shut up Y/n” Jisung whines out, his voice muffled behind his hands as he curls in further on himself.

“Sorry… I shouldn't have said that” Jeno mutters out awkwardly, his hand tangling in the back of hair.

Y/n just lets out another laugh, quieter this time “don't apologise, Jisung's just embarrassed someone he thinks is hot finds him cute” and now both boys are blushing red.

“Hot?” Jeno turns his head to look at her, she's still smiling wide, finding enjoyment in their flustered reactions.

“Y/n” Jisung bites out from next to them, well… it's more of a whine he tries to pass off as sounding stern.

“Oh totally~ Jisung thinks you're like, the hottest guy ever” Jeno can't really tell if she's being serious or just trying to mess with him, considering that's her own boyfriend she's currently talking about. “He has a thing for buff guys and cute girls… today is like his dream come true.”

“I don't have a thing for buff guys!” Jisung blurts out in response, finally uncurling his body as he leans back towards Y/n and Jeno, his face still flushed red.

“Yes you do! I remember you checking out that one beefy senior in gym class.”

“I wasn't checking Jaemin out! I was just… admiring his form”

“Yeah, his physical form!”

They argue back and forth, with Jisung becoming more and more flustered. Jeno doesn't know what to do, quite literally stuck between the two as they bicker

“Plus don't think I didn't notice the way you were actually drooling over Jeno a few days ago when he came out shirtless” Jeno physically reacts to Y/n's words, almost flinching from his body tensing so quickly.

“As if you weren't too!” Y/n just laughs at Jisung's accusation, clearly having no shame to try and deny it.

“Uhm…” Jeno clears his throat, trying to break the tension that seemed to suddenly flood the room “so… when did Haechan say he was going to get here?”

The two teenagers suddenly laugh, like they just shared some inside joke. Jeno is beyond confused and he actually starts questioning if he said something stupid.

“I don't… uhm… what?” Jeno asks, his gaze flickering between the two.

“Sorry… sorry, it's just” Y/n lets out a huff of laughter as she tries to calm herself down, fanning her flushed face “i may have kinda, sorta… lied”

“What?” Jeno doesn't really know what she means, but it still makes his stomach drop.

“Nothing bad really. I mean, I did text Haechan about coming over but… he may have told us he wouldn't be home tonight” Y/n response just confuses Jeno further and they can both tell.

“What she means is, we wanted to hang out with you” Jisung shyly admits, Y/n lets out a hum in agreement.

“Me… why?” Jeno questions them, because he really can't wrap his head around why they would want to hang around him, despite them both admitting they were attracted to him.

“Didn't we make it obvious enough?” Jisung raises a brow at him, his red face having now calmed down to a soft pink as stares at the older boy.

“We both think you're really hot” Y/n states, like it's just some well known fact and not a gut wrenching admission.

Well, to Jeno it's gut wrenching, he doesn't know how to react or what to say, it confuses him but makes his brain melt at the same time. “But… aren't you two dating?”

“Yeah… haven't you ever heard of a threesome” Y/n's casual response makes Jeno choke on his own breath, his eyes wide as he stares at the girl next to him.

“Babe… tact, we've talked about this” Jisung sighs out at his girlfriend's overconfidence.

“What? I didn't say anything wrong”

Jeno doesn't really focus on their conversation, thoughts racing through his mind as heat starts to pool low in his guts. “did you just, uhm… are you propositioning me for a threesome right now?”

“Well only if you want too, we wouldn't want to force yo-”

“Yes, absolutely, Jisung and I talked about it like two days ago” Y/n cuts off Jisung's attempt at a gentle approach with her own blunt response. It certainly doesn't help the heat spreading through his body.

“Fuck… uhhh” Jeno mutters out under his breath, his gaze dropping to his lap “I'm not… I mean I don't… I've never… never slept with anyone before”

“Is that a no?” Y/n presses for an answer, her confidence is a little overwhelming, given the fact that Jeno has never dealt with someone being so direct about wanting to fuck him.

“That's not what I said” Jeno instantly blurts out, he does think they're both cute and he certainly wouldn't pass up the opportunity to sleep with them… but their attention is kind of jarring for him.

“So, do you want to?” Jisung asks gently, resting his hand on Jeno's knee, the simple contact feels like it burns his skin.

“Uhm… y-yes” he awkwardly mumbles out, wringing his hands together as he shifts in his seat.

“Don't worry so much, Ji and I will be gentle” Y/n tries to comfort him, but the very obvious and shameless lust in her voice makes him even more nervous.

“Do you want to make the first move?” Jisung asks him softly, clearly much better at dealing with shy awkwardness than his girlfriend is. The hesitant, almost scared look on Jeno's face is enough of an answer for Jisung “It's alright, we'll lead”

Jisung leans further over Jeno to grab the back of Y/n neck, pulling her closer. Their lips connect, moving soft and slow against each other. Molding perfectly after their many makeout sessions. Jeno is transfixed, watching as their tongues slide into each other's mouths, swallowing every soft noise the other makes.

Y/n tilts her head, deepening the kiss as her hand fists into Jisung's soft hair, eliciting a soft whine from the taller boy as she tugs lightly. They pull away slowly, a string of saliva keeping their tongues connected a few seconds longer before snapping.

They're both still heaving for air as they turn their attention towards Jeno, faces flushed red. Jisung has a small, shy smile on his face while Y/n on the other hand is grinning from ear to ear, looking just about ready to eat him whole. “Want a turn?” Y/n voice is breathy and teasing “who do you wanna kiss first, hmmm?”

Jeno's heart is pounding out of his chest by this point, his skin feels hot and his jeans are already too tight to bare. He looks between them, his mind short circuiting at such a simple question.

“Jisung's a great kisser by the way, he's so soft and sweet” Y/n teases as she nudges her boyfriend's head towards the older boy's.

“You're just saying that ‘cause you like reading that stuff where boys kiss…” Jisung mutters out, flustered but not even trying to fight back.

“It's called Yaoi Ji, now shut up and kiss him” Jisung lets her guide his head, her hand tangled up in his hair. Jisung slowly reaches out to cup Jeno's face, stopping mere inches from his lips, giving him enough time to pull away or stop it if he wanted to.

Not seeing any resistance from the older boy, Jisung finally leans in, his lips pressing gently against Jeno's to guide the kiss. It's obvious Jeno has no experience with kissing but Jisung doesn't really mind, not when he tastes so sweet.

Jeno's face is bright red by the time Jisung finally pulls away, he struggles to get out any words, his brain shutting down as he stares at Jisung. Even so, he's still hyper aware of the second pair of eyes burning into him.

“You okay?” Jisung's voice is deep and smooth, grounding Jeno just a little more. He nods his head, still unable to actually speak proper words. “Good” Jisung purrs out, his hands moving down to Jeno's hips, finger tips slipping under the hem of his jeans.

Jeno lets out a soft gasp, his hands fisting into the couch as he feels Y/n's hands slip beneath his shirt, her cold hands trailing along his stomach while Jisung starts to tug at his belt. “You two are really-” his breath hitches as Y/n presses her lips to his neck, his head instinctively falling back against the couch as a sigh of pleasure falls from his lips.

“Hmm? We're really what?” Jisung questions him, still working on tugging his belt off. He lets it fall to the floor, instantly going for the button and zipper on Jeno's pants.

“Really… hot” Jeno whispers out, his body melting against their touches as his mind grows hazy, the simple pleasure is already overwhelming to him. Neither of them seem to mind that he's not touching them, his hands still gripping the couch.

He lets out a whiny gasp as he feels Y/n start to suck marks into his skin, not even noticing Jisung tugging at his jeans until he feels a hand dip past the waistband of his boxers. His body jolts forward, his head snapping forward as an embarrassingly loud moan spills from him.

Y/n pulls away from the sudden movement, an equally shocked yet amused look plastered on her face as she watches him start to squirm. Jisung's hand is still gripping Jeno, slowly pumping up and down along his shaft and each time Jisung's fingers brush against the tip it pulls another whine from Jeno that he tries, yet fails, to muffle.

“Someone's sensitive” Y/n mocks him teasingly, leaning in closer to whisper in his ear “it's kinda cute”

Jisung hums in agreement, letting out a soft huff of laughter as his hand speeds up, causing the older boy to jolt beneath him once again, eyes screwing shut as his hips push up into Jisung's hand. “You're right babe… it is really cute”

Jisung gives his girlfriend a quick glance and a smirk, nodding his head towards the floor, she gives him a quick wink back before she starts moving off the couch. Not that Jeno notices any of it, too far lost in the pleasure of Jisung jerking him off.

Y/n settles between Jeno's spread legs, easily pulling his boxers down as jisung keeps him distracted. Her mouth instantly waters at the sight of Jisung's hand wrapped tightly around the older boy's cock, the tip flushed and already leaking precum.

Jisung reaches out with his free hand, resting on the back of his girlfriend's head to guide it forward. She doesn't hesitate to open her mouth, wrapping her lips around the tip of Jeno's cock while Jisung's hand continues working the base. Jeno's eyes snap open, looking down at the girl with half lidded eyes as he sucks in a deep breath “Holy fuck” he drawls out as his hands finally moves, one resting gently on Y/n's head, just beneath Jisungs hand, before shoving her head down on himself.

The young girl gags around him, instantly trying to pull away from the two hands as she starts coughing. Jeno's eyes widen, his blood running cold as a sense of panic floods through him. He's vaguely aware of Jisung laughing from next to him as he also pulls away but his focus is entirely on the girl between his thighs “I… I'm so, so very, sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you” he rambles out

“Jeno… it's fine. You didn't hurt me. It was just my gag reflex” Though, despite her reassurance, Jeno's still on edge, pulse hammering in his throat and his breathing uneven as he watches Y/n wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes glinting with something mixed between amusement and hunger. “Relax” she murmurs out, her voice a little rough but soothing.

Jisung’s fingers curl around Jeno’s thigh, squeezing gently to reassure him, or claim him, Jeno can't really tell, nor does he care all that much.

Y/n leans in again, her lips brushing the head of his cock before slowly taking him back into her mouth. Jeno’s fingers twitched against the couch, his other hand hovering uncertainly near her head

“You can touch her” Jisung reassures, his breath hot against Jeno’s ear as he leans in closer “you're not gonna break her… plus she likes it rough, she's a total freak”

Jeno nods, swallowing hard as his fingers tangle in Y/n’s hair once more. He moves her head back down, guiding this time instead of shoving, as she works her tongue along the underside of his shaft.

Jeno’s breath hitches when Jisung’s fingers slide up his thigh, slow and deliberate. The dual sensations of Y/n’s warm mouth and Jisung’s wandering touch sends sparks up his spine, making him melt into the pleasure, his body and mind calming down with every soft touch.

His hips jerk up involuntarily when Y/n hollows her cheeks, the suction dragging a ragged moan from his throat. Jisung chuckles from beside him, his hand moving from Jeno's thigh to slip under the older boy's shirt, his long fingers trailing along his abdomen. "That's it… just relax for us" Jisung whispers out, his lips grazing Jeno’s jaw as he starts pressing kisses along it.

Y/n pulls back with a wet pop, her chin glistening with saliva. She grins up at Jeno, who instantly blushes, before moving her hand up to swipe over his slit, smearing precum against the pad of her thumb. She lifts it to her lips, sucking the salty fluid of her thumb, all while keeping her eyes locked with Jeno.

"He tastes good, Ji" she muses, her voice dripping with shameless lust. "Wanna share?" Before Jeno can process her question, Jisung is sliding off the couch to kneel beside her. Their lips met over the tip of his cock, tongues gliding together as they licked into each other’s mouths, Jeno’s arousal glistening between them.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, the sight alone nearly makes him come on the spot and the feeling was ever better. his fingers tighten in Y/n’s hair as he watches them, transfixed and borderline drooling. His other hand lifts up from the couch, fisting into Jisung's soft hair.

Jeno’s breath hitches sharply when Jisung’s lips move down to press against the base of his cock, while Y/n’s tongue swirls around his sensitive tip. His thighs tremble as his fingers tighten instinctively in their hair "fuck!" he whines out, his hips twitching upward before forcing himself to stay still. Jisung hums softly against his skin as Y/n giggles around him, her teeth grazing just enough to make him gasp.

"You like that?" Y/n pulls back just enough to ask him, her breath hot against his slick cock. Jeno can only nod frantically, his words dissolving into a moan when Jisung’s tongue drags along the side of his shaft, meeting Y/n’s lips in another slow, teasing kiss over his tip.

Jisung’s hands slide up Jeno’s thighs, thumbs pressing into the tense muscle as he pulls away from the kiss "you're doing so good" he praises, voice deep and rough with need. The praise coils hot in Jeno’s stomach, his pulse thundering in his ears.

He’s never been touched like this, never been wanted like this. He never expected his first time with anyone to be anything like this and he genuinely thinks it might just make him pass out then and there.

When Y/n pulls off, Jeno almost cries at the sudden loss, until she’s guiding Jisung’s mouth to replace hers at the tip, their tongues tangling as he takes her place. Jisung takes him eagerly, lips stretching around the width as his girlfriend pushes his head down further. Jeno’s head thuds back against the couch with a deep, guttural moan as Jisung deep throats him.

"You two-" he starts but Y/n cuts him off as she leans up to capture his mouth in a messy kiss, her tongue sliding against his as Jisung bobs his head up and down his cock in a steady rhythm that makes his head swim and his release inch closer. Jeno’s fingers tighten in Jisung’s hair, tugging him down with a desperate whine as heat coils dangerously low in his stomach, his hips stutter forward, chasing the slick warmth of Jisung’s.

The feeling of Jisung’s throat clenching around him while Y/n’s tongue slides down his, sends him hurtling toward the edge, every nerve in his body alight with pleasure he’s never experienced before. When he comes, it’s with a broken, muffled sob against Y/n’s lips, his back arching off the couch as Jisung gags around him before pulling off with a wet gasp.

Jeno barely has time to come down from that high before Jisung is surging upward, leaning over the two as his hand curls into Y/n’s hair to yank her away from Jeno and into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Y/n makes a muffled sound of surprise, then melts into it with a soft moan, her fingers curling into Jisung’s shirt as she licks into his mouth, swapping saliva, and cum, between them.

Jeno watches, still dazed and panting, as Jisung pulls back just enough to let a string of spit, and something thicker, stretch between their lips before it snaps. Y/n grins, licking her lips deliberately as she looks over at Jeno, and his spent cock gives a weak twitch at the sight.

Jeno's chest heaves as he sucks in air, his heartbeat pounding against Y/n's palm where she places it to his chest without him even noticing. The aftershock of his climax is still pulsing through him, leaving his mind numb and his limbs heavy and twitching.

"Look at him" Y/n coos, her thumb brushing over Jeno's lips "he's so cute when he's all wrecked like this"

Jisung hums in agreement, still leaning over them as he gently pets Jeno's messy hair "did so good for us, especially for your first time" His smirk was audible in the words but Jeno couldn't even think of a rebuttal, the two had practically fried his brain.

Jeno makes a weak noise of protest when Y/n starts to shift away, but she just laughs, all too amused by his whining, and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth "relax, we're nowhere near done with you" The promise in her voice sends a fresh wave of lust through him despite his exhaustion.