#minsung

It was silent in the apartment. The only sounds echoing from the walls were the wet smacking sounds of Minhos lips against yours and some hurried breaths when you parted for just seconds, gasping for the shared air before diving back into another kiss.

Your panties were gone, discarded somewhere on the floor an eternity ago.

Minhos mouth traveled along your jawline while he pressed you into the couch with his body, rolling his hips into yours. While you were already half naked, he still had his sweatpants on, the friction heavenly against your swollen clit.

“Min-“, you moaned when he sucked on the spot below your ear - the one he knew that was making you weak.

“Hm?”, he made unhurriedly.

He pulled the fabric of your oversized shirt down so he could kiss your collarbone. Your fingers threaded through his hair, dug into his scalp and shoulders.

“I want to join Jisung under the shower”, you gasped, his teeth grazing your skin.

He chuckled, his hand found your thigh to push your leg up some more, giving him more space to grind against you.

“Too late, kitten. I think he’s already done”, he mused, “You want him to fuck you instead today, huh?”.

You wanted to answer, but the door to the bathroom opened. Jisungs familiar scent hung heavily in the air, reaching you and engulfing both of you, making you want him even more.

“Gotta go”, he mumbled, not yet noticing in which position both his lovers were in right now.

You furrowed your eyebrows, Minho let out a frustrated grunt against your skin. Jisung didn’t even look at you while walking around the couch, his eyes locked with your underwear on the floor, though.

He froze in his movements, you could see his face flush even in a distance.

“Oh, I didnt want to disturb you”, he got out, avoiding to move his head in your direction as if he hadn’t seen you two like this before.

“You want to join us?”, you asked with a grin, Minho huffed, his tongue darting out for a second.

That was when the younger man decided to change his mind, meeting your gaze. You could clearly see that he really wanted to, he hesitated before sighing.

“I have to meet Changbin-ah and Channie in the studio”.

You tugged on Minhos hair to signal him to back you up, there was no way you would let Jisung go now. Not with your desire and lust pooling so low in your stomach. Not with that heat between your legs. Not with him looking so handsome when he was freshly showered.

His face was a bit flushed from the hot water, hair a bit curly and still damp. God, you wanted to ruin him. And Minho confirmed he had the same thoughts by looking at you with blown pupils after getting a glimpse of his boyfriend.

The older man retreated and got up, walking towards Jisung.

“I’m sure you have a few minutes to spare”.

“I’m already too late, actually”, Jisungs words almost got stuck in his throat while watching him.

Minho knew what he was doing, he was walking almost gracefully. Like a cat, ready to pounce his prey.

“So, there’s no need to hurry now, either way, right?”, his hands wrapped around the dark haireds waist, his voice dropping.

Jisung didn’t stand a chance, instinctively cowering, lips parting as if he wanted to answer something, but there were no words coming out. The scenery was hot, even for you, even though you couldn’t see Minhos gaze. But the way Jisung responded to it was enough to make your heart clench with desire.

“I don’t know, I probably should-“, he was cut off by Minho, his face getting closer, his nose nuzzled behind his ear.

You stood up as well, standing on Jisungs other side.

“Yeah, you should probably stay”, you twisted his words with a grin.

His brain was already empty, although the both of you hadn’t really touched him yet. He was so sensitive, so reactive to almost everything you did, it was a bit pathetic.

“Yeah, I should- no I have to, Chan-ah would be mad”, he shook his head, but made no effort to end this, not even when you grabbed his useless hand and shoved it to your core.

He was cupping your bare pussy like this, a whimper escaped his open mouth.

“This is not fair”, he whined, “I- hah, please”.

His words weren’t matching his actions, his head moved to the side so Minho could kiss his neck, the palm of his hand rubbing your clit immediately. Additionally, he was the first one of you to move to the couch, encouraged some more when both of you pulled him with you.

The couch was actually pretty big, three people fitting onto it comfortably, which was very convenient in a lot of situations. Like right now, Jisung laying flat on his back, Minho on his side and you crouching on top of him. Your fingers were on his waistband, pulling down and helping him out of his pants and underwear. His hips almost rutted into the air, chasing your touch so needily, but you didn’t pay him the desired attention.

“You’re so mean”, he pouted.

“We’re not doing anything you wouldn’t want”, you chuckled, fingers tracing the v-line under the hiked up hem of his shirt, “Just tell me and I’ll stop”.

Before your fingers could reach his half hard dick, you moved back up again.

“No- don’t stop, please”, his eyes squeezed shut, but Minho grabbed his jaw and angled his face to look up at him.

“Eyes on me, Jagi”.

Jisung melted, he always did when Minho called him that. He visibly relaxed, slumping into the cushions before his muscles flexed again when you bunched up his shirt to caress him there some more.

“You’re so beautiful, Ji. You’d let me ride those abs, please?”, you leaned forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his stomach.

“Yes! Yes, anything you want”.

Minho’s eyes flickered to you for a second, you wish you could press your thighs together in this position, you were already dripping just from the anticipation.

“Oh, really? You’d let her ride your cock, too? Use your body?”, the older cooed.

Jisung arched his back at his words, nodding so fast. It was endearing how quickly he folded to both of his partners, his previous plans already forgotten.

“Oh god- yes! Please please please”.

You grinned so fondly at him, his submissive side was always something you loved and adored so much. And how could you deny him something when he was begging for it so prettily?

He was hard by now, just from your touches and words. He was so down bad, it was kinda funny.

You positioned yourself on top of him, taking his dick into one hand to guide him to your entrance. Jisung wanted to hold you, hands reaching for your hips, but Minho was quick to catch his wrists, restraining him with just one hand and pulling them over his head.

You sank down on him, slowly, torturously slowly. Minhos lips on Jisungs probably should have muffled his moans, but he seemed to get even louder, even more desperate as soon as they kissed.

When he bottomed out, Jisungs phone on the table right next to you lit up, vibrating for a second to signal he had received a message. But neither of you was caring enough, none of the men separated for even a second, they even deepened the kiss.

Jisung whined into Minhos mouth when you rocked your hips, rolling your body forward.

“Hah- feels- oh my god”.

“Yeah that pussy feels good, right?”, Minho sighed, “I’m kinda jealous now”.

You grinned, letting your head fall back. The praise made your body feel so warm, you were drunk on it, incredibly spurred on.

With his boyfriends’ face still in his hands, Minho watched you getting off, bouncing on another man’s dick but staring at you in awe like you were the most precious thing on earth.

“Don’t be jealous”, you breathed, “You can have it whenever you want”.

The grin on his lips almost scared you.

“I’m glad you’re saying that”, he changed his position, scooting away and turning to Jisung, “Up, against the backrest”.

Jisung was completely gone, pretty head not being able to think right now. He moved as if he was in trance, hypnotized by your hips and his words, holding you as he really sat up and moved back and leaned against the couch.

He reached deeper in this position, both of you gasped.

You raised your hands to push his damp hair out of his face. He was breathing heavily, slightly thrusting upwards. You didn’t really move, both of you just moving against each other so his dick would drag through your walls just slightly.

Minho was behind you, kneeling above Jisungs legs and pulling you against his chest.

“Can I join you?”, he asked, his lips grazing your neck.

“Join?”.

Your pussy clenched at the thought to be honest, but it also made your breath hitch.

“Hmm”, he hummed, “You told me I could have that pussy anytime I want. And I want it now”.

Your walls clenched again, Jisung whined.

“Stop- gripping me like that-“.

“You two seem to have such a good time, I wanna join”, Minhos hands came around you, sneaking between your legs where Jisungs dick split you open to massage your clit for a moment, “I know you can take both of us”.

He pulled his sweatpants down enough so you could feel his erection pressing against your ass. With a growl, he wrapped a hand around the base and tried to push in right next to Jisung. It was a tight fit and you gritted your teeth with just the tip in.

“Hahhh- fuck- wait”, you gasped, instinctively moving away from him, but he wrapped a hand around your throat to pull you back against him.

“Ohhh- Min, please, it’s- so tight”, Jisung squirmed underneath you, throwing his head back and hitting the wall, there was a hand on his windpipe too.

“Yeah, would you two just shut up a second”, Minho moaned low, “Gonna cum when you keep whining like that”.

You stayed like that for a second, both of his hands keeping both of you in place while he needed to take a breath before continuing to push in. All three of you moaned in unison, his grip tightening.

“I said shut up”.

But it was so hard to, you bit down so hard on your lower lip to muffle your cries, because there was no way you could keep quiet like that. The stretch was intense and to be honest, him choking you did nothing to help you.

You had a hard time accommodating to both of them being inside you, your body tensing up.

“Easy, kitten. Breathe with me”, Minho whispered, kissing the spot right next to your ear, “You can take it, right? I know you can”.

There was the soft side of him coming out. Minho actually was a very sweet person, he just liked to be in charge, but he knew how to calm someone down at the right time. His grip around your throat loosened a bit, while the one at Jisung seemed to get tighter.

“Always taking us so well”, he continued, rocking his hips forward gently, glancing at his boyfriend, “Right, baby? Tell her what a good girl she is”.

God, Jisungs eyes were so full of devotion. He looked at you like he never wanted to forget the scene right in front of him. Like he wanted to imprint that moment on his brain.

“Soo good- I.. haahh-“.

“See?”, Minho grinned, pushing in the last few inches, “You already fucked him dumb”.

The heat crawled up at you, you were sweating. You felt so full, so wrecked, but so good at the same time. Your walls couldn’t stop spasming around them and it was driving Jisung insane.

“Can I- oh god”.

“You gonna let him cum, kitten? Or should he wait?”, Minho bit your neck and you gasped.

Jisungs phone vibrated on the table again. Two times.

“No, please- I need to- please”, his hands that had previously been digging into the cushions beside him flew to your waist.

His begging made your cravings worse, you really had to breathe slowly and concentrate so you wouldn’t reach your orgasm too early. But the adrenaline in your veins and the tug in your stomach told you how close you were.

“He had been a very good boy”, you mused and cupped his face, he melted into your touch, “But we want to keep him here as long as possible, right? So he has to wait”.

Minho chuckled, finally starting to move. He tested the waters, his thrusts were shallow and slow at first, but still felt so incredibly good. While Jisung was so deep inside - you swore you could feel the tip touch your cervix - Minhos dick was nudging into your g-spot with every roll of his hips.

And it didn’t just affect you, Jisungs eyes rolled back into his skull when he picked up his pace and encouraged you to move as well. You were deaf to everything else except the sounds of it all. Breathy moans, whimpers and the wet squelch of your pussy. You almost missed the vibration on the table that now seemed to be a phonecall.

“Stop- I’m gonna-“, Jisung squeezed your waist in a bruising grip, definitely leaving marks there but he didn’t even noticed, “Stop, please stop, hahh-“.

But his partners didn’t even think about that, his hands were still urging, not stopping you. He could’ve if he wanted, but all he did was moan out in pleasure, whole body shaking.

Then you felt it, their cocks rubbing against each other in such a tight fit with your walls pulsating around them sent him over the edge. He twitched inside of you, filling you up and even thrusted upward as much as he could in this position so his cum would reach the deepest crevices of you.

“Did you just-?”, Minho growled, Jisungs eyes flew open when the hand around his throat vanished.

“I’m sorry, I just- it felt so good and I-“ he was silenced by two of Minhos fingers shoved into his mouth.

The older man didn’t stop with his thrusts, fucking his boyfriends cum into you.

“Suck on them, baby. And you better be thoroughly, it’s the only preparation you get”, his voice was flat, dark and it made Jisung crumble some more, “You have time until I cum”.

You gasped at it, kinda jealous of both of them. The thought of either having Minhos fingers in your mouth or your fingers in Jisungs mouth made you gasp and mewl immediately.

“Oh, kitten, you aren’t fair to Jisung, you’re gonna make me finish soon when you whine so prettily”.

His rhythm was merciless, relentless, he was chasing his release now without hesitation or restraint. The man underneath you squirmed in overstimulation, still being inside of you as well. Minho groaned into your neck, open mouthed kisses tracing along the hem of the shirt you were wearing, you felt his tongue against your skin before he bit down into the fabric for leverage. Jisungs mouth closed around his fingers, tongue swiping along them, trying his best to be good after literally fucking up and ignoring orders.

You let your head fall back, feeling so deliciously full when Minho came as well. His thrusts didn’t falter, quite the opposite, they got more brutal, quicker, harder. The growl behind you was so feral, so guttural and it only subsided when his movements stopped.

“You did so good, kitten”, he purred now, nose nuzzling against you.

“I didn’t even get to finish”, you pouted.

He pulled out with a sigh, pulling you with him and prepping you onto the couch on your back.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Jisung is gonna help you with that”.

Jisung on the other hand didn’t even have enough time to react to anything that happened in that moment, he was being manhandled into positioning himself on his knees and hands right in front of you.

His eyes locked with your core since you had your legs spread, following the cum oozing out of your pussy and dripping down onto the cushions.

Minho was behind him, hands momentarily squeezing his hips.

“What are you- oh god”, Jisungs head fell forward as his boyfriends’ wet fingers pushed against the rim of his hole, “Wait- shit! Fuck-“.

“Watch your mouth, baby”, Minho cooed, eyes locking with yours, “Keep it occupied, yeah?”.

With a grin, you bunched up your shirt some more, gaining Jisungs attention again with the movement. His mouth hung open, muttered swears and breathed whimpers still falling out of it.

“You gonna take care of me, Ji?”.

He nodded, not being able to answer anything, but he wrapped his hands around your thighs and kissed the spot right above your clit. He was so eager, so far gone, you didn’t know why he was moaning now. Maybe because of your taste, maybe because of Minhos fingers hitting his prostate - maybe a combination of both.

His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves, massaging it so messily, you involuntarily arched your back and tangled your fingers into his hair. His eyes fluttered close, the vibrations of his moans sending electric shocks through you. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. Now.

“Min- Min, please fuck him”, you gasped, these words making Jisung just moan a bit louder.

There was still cum pooling underneath you, coming out in gushes as your pussy pathetically clenched around nothing but the dark haired seemed to get off because of it a bit more. He dived in, tongue squeezing into your entrance, his nose bumping into your clit by how clumsy and hurried he was.

“As you wish, kitten”.

And damn, you wish you could hear those broken sobs of Jisung when Minho pushed his hardened dick in every second of the day. It was heavenly, he held onto you for dear life, arms trembling even more than your legs.

“You feel so good, baby. Fuck- and you really wanted to go to work, tsk”.

Jisung just hummed in satisfaction, probably not even remembering anymore how this started. But he would be reminded soon, his stupid phone on the table vibrating again.

“Ah, that’s Chan-hyung”, Minho grinned, a hint of malice in there, “You want me to pick up? You seem to be kinda busy right now”.

Jisung wanted to respond something, but had a really hard time separating from your swollen clit, latching on it like a starved man, especially with the way you gripped his hair but protesting with some groans.

Minho was too quick to reach for it either way, answering the phone call and putting him on speaker.

“Hey, Chan-hyung”.

He was mean with it, thrusting forward slowly, pulling a long and loud whine out of his boyfriend. His own voice was hoarse, but not that suspicious.

“Did Han-ah forget his phone or didn’t he even leave yet?”.

Chris sounded on edge, you knew he was pissed just because of his tone, but Minho grinned, gasping breathlessly when bottoming out.

“He’s at home”, he said.

Jisungs mouth was gone, he grunted, turning his head slightly to glance back.

“Tell- haahhh fuck- tell him I’m coming”.

Minho chuckled, patting his hips and grinding into him. Jisung let his head fall forward at that, his cries muffled with his teeth in your thigh. You caressed his head, scratching his scalp gently, but soon tugged him to guide his head back between your legs.

“Sure you are, baby”, Minho hummed, speaking louder again for Chris again, “He’s kinda distracted”.

Chris sighed audibly, it sounded really annoyed.

“Can I talk to him?”.

Minho snapped his hips forward and Jisung had to close his mouth around your clit to shut himself up. You jolted, the back of your hand pressed onto your mouth. The blond shook his head, signaling you to take it down again.

“Oh, Hannie can’t talk right now”, another thrust, and another and Jisung almost bit down, “He’s- ahh fuck- he’s occupied”.

Minho couldn’t hold it any longer, the younger man pressing his hips back to meet him now. He gripped his waist with one hand - almost letting the phone slip. This situation shifted completely, your orgasm was in arms reach all of the sudden while Jisung was basically making out with your cunt now. He swallowed the combined juices, moaning into you and licking over your clit with a flat tongue.

You didn’t even care anymore that Chris could hear you.

“Min- fuck him harder”.

Minho muttered something you couldn’t understand under his breath, phone thrown onto the couch to grab Jisungs waist properly.

“She’s there, too? Fuck, give me a warning or something”.

None of you answered, you came on Jisungs tongue with a choked moan, trapping his head in between your thighs. He didn’t stop because of this, hands prying your legs open and fucking you through that orgasm with his tongue, being pushed into your pussy with every thrust of Minhos hips.

It was messy, the sounds were so sinful and you were pretty sure Chris would be traumatized after this.

Minhos rhythm was faltering as he threw his head back, his moan turning into a growl while squeezing Jisungs waist with his hands. His face scrunched up when he came too, making his boyfriend writhe in pleasure at the feeling of being filled with his hot cum.

“Would you- fucking look at that”, Minho hummed when Jisung began to move on his own, his ass meeting Minhos pelvis over and over again, “Such a slut for me, fucking yourself on my cock? Wanna cum again?”.

The dark haired was still slurping on your combined juices, sucking on your swollen clit even though you were trying to pry him off at his hair. He didn’t budge, his eyes closed in pure bliss while eating you out, but it was too much for you. His mouth so hot on your skin, his drool making the sensation even worse because you felt so throughly wet. He marked you, sucking on your clit, your folds, even diving into your entrance, shoving his tongue in as deep as he could reach.

“Min-“, you whined, silently begging your other boyfriend for help.

Minho growled, leaning forward and gripping a fistful of Jisungs hair at the back of his head to yank him back roughly. Jisung gasped and hissed at the pain of it, but you could finally catch a break.

Spit and cum was running down his wet chin, his back arched and his eyes so far far gone.

His pupils were blown, so dark and big you couldn’t see any other color as he stared into the nothingness. They rolled back for the probably fiftieth time this evening while he also reached his peak, spilling onto the cushions with a heavy sigh.

It was silent for a moment, only your breaths filling the living room now.

Minho pulled out slowly, rubbing gentle circles into Jisungs hips as he let go of him.

“You okay?”, he asked, eyes switching between both of you.

The dark haired whimpered quietly, searching comfort in your arms, but holding an arm out for Minho to join him collapsing on your chest. The older man smiled at that, pressing a kiss to your lips first and Jisungs after that. Both snuggled up on you, your hands in their hair on each side.

“Fuck- Chan-hyung is gonna kill us”, Jisung mumbled.

“Nah, just you. Get in the shower and come here immediately”, you heard him saying on the other side of the phone.

..part two

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the door shuts harder than it needs to.

it’s not anger or anything like that. it’s that kind of exhaustion that settles into your body and weighs more than it should.

the apartment smells like stale air and freshly washed laundry, like no one’s really lived in it for days. the kitchen lights are still on. white, cold, too awake for how late it is, making you squint a little when you walk in.

jisung is the first to enter. he drops against the counter with a low sigh, bracing his weight on his arms like the full weight of the day is only just catching up to him. minho doesn’t say anything, just sets the keys down on the table with a dull clink and moves in slower, more contained, watching in silence.

you’re the last to move, heading straight for the sink, looking for water. or maybe just something to keep your hands busy that isn’t work.

the glass is cold when you pick it up. condensation forms instantly against your fingers. you pour yourself water without thinking about anything else, take a long sip, feeling the chill slide down your throat, and end up leaning between the two of them without really noticing, like that space has always been yours.

jisung’s on your right. too close to be accidental, but natural enough not to question. he plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers, letting it fall, repeating the motion without thinking. it’s old, familiar, automatic.

on the other side, minho leans back against the counter. arms crossed, posture relaxed, but his attention isn’t. his gaze drops, not to your face, but lower, following the slow path of a droplet forming on the edge of your glass, sliding down your fingers, falling to your thigh.

“i’m exhausted,” you murmur, more to break the silence than expecting an answer. your voice comes out quieter than you meant. “this comeback is killing me!”

jisung lets out a soft laugh, no real humor in it. his eyes flick to minho, searching his face for something before settling back on you.

“yeah…” he drags the word a little, still playing with your hair. “we should do something to clear our heads.”

you set the glass aside, stretching slightly with a tired sigh.

it doesn’t sound like a great idea. it sounds like the same old thing. just another comment that could fade into nothing. but you don’t let it.

“like what?” you ask, glancing at him. there’s a slight curve to your smile that isn’t quite just teasing.

and when you finally turn to look at him, you realize his hand isn’t in your hair anymore.

you don’t register exactly when it moved. you just feel the shift. the absent touch slows, becomes more deliberate as his palm slides along the side of your thigh. it doesn’t grip, doesn’t demand. it just stays there, tracing vague circles over the fabric.

jisung doesn’t look at you when he answers.

“i don’t know…” he murmurs, his voice dropping a little. “something faster. more… effective.”

there’s something in the way he says it that tells you he’s not entirely joking, but he’s not fully serious either.

you laugh anyway, almost on reflex, though it comes out a little short.

“right,” you say, shaking your head slightly. “what’s that even supposed to mean?”

you don’t move away, even though all your head is registering is the warmth of his hand on your bare skin. actually, neither of you moves.

the silence that follows isn’t awkward. it’s thick, settling between the three of you like something alive. like something just shifted without making a sound… something you’re very close to understanding.

“you know…” jisung says, pressing lightly into your thigh, just enough for you to feel it. when he smiles, it’s subtle. “they say there’s nothing better than sex to clear your head.”

you go completely still.

not because it shocks you. not because it doesn’t fit him. but you weren’t expecting it like this. said out loud, in the middle of something that, a second ago, was just shared exhaustion.

your lips part, searching for something to say. and that’s when minho moves.

it’s a small gesture, but enough to break everything open. his hand comes up to your chin, firm without being rough, guiding your face toward him with a calm that doesn’t leave room for hesitation. his thumb brushes your skin lightly before stilling.

when he speaks, his tone is low. certain. like he’s already thought this through.

“it’s not a bad idea…” he murmurs, holding your gaze. the pause feels heavier than it should. “besides,” he adds, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “no one has to know.”

for a second, no one says anything. but the air between you isn’t the same anymore.

and you can tell han jisung isn’t playing around now.

his hand stops being vague, stops hesitating, and starts moving under the fabric of your skirt like he already knows exactly where he’s going. his fingers brush your skin with a different kind of intent now. firmer, more certain. and even as you try to follow every movement, minho doesn’t let you.

his lips crash into yours without warning.

the kiss isn’t soft. it isn’t slow. it’s demanding, deep, stealing any chance at thought before it can even form. his hand slides up to the back of your neck, holding you there, guiding you, his mouth moving against yours with an urgency that feels like it’s been building for way too long.

you can hear jisung’s breathing beside you, getting heavier, closer.

and then you feel it. his fingers find your center faster than you expected, pressing lightly over the already damp fabric of your underwear. it’s enough to make you tense, to pull a muffled sigh from you against minho’s lips. the friction is steady, insistent, and your body reacts without asking.

your hips shift slightly into his hand, chasing more, chasing something you can’t quite control. jisung lets out a quiet laugh, keeping up the soft touch—but sharper now, more aware.

minho notices, as he always does, and the kiss changes. it gets rougher, deeper, like he wants to swallow every sound you try to make. like he wants to remind you he’s there.

then suddenly, jisung’s hand is gone. the absence hits immediately, pulling a low, almost desperate sound from you before you can stop it.

minho smiles against your mouth when he hears it, and when he pulls back, it’s just enough to hold you by the nape of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours. your breaths mix, warm, uneven.

“so?” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off yours. his thumb brushes your skin, slow, almost absent. “just relax… and let go, sweetheart.”

you don’t get to answer before you see him step back. not before the space in front of you is immediately filled by jisung, sliding between your legs like he belongs there.

his smile is wide, almost too innocent for the heat already building in your body. his hands come up to your cheeks, holding you gently, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. almost soft. almost misleading.

“i’ll make you feel good, jagi,” he whispers, a low laugh slipping out that doesn’t quite hide his intentions.

you don’t have time to process it, because this time he doesn’t hesitate, devouring your mouth while pressing his thigh between your legs.

his lips crash into yours, faster, needier, and the contrast with minho makes you gasp. his hands slip under your shirt with zero patience, roaming your skin with a need that feels new, urgent.

you react instantly. his mouth moves against yours in messy hunger, biting your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in, and the sounds that fall from both of you blur together. wet, unsteady, unavoidable.

off to the side, breathing heavier, urgency growing, minho watches. his eyes track everything, every movement, every reaction, and his hand drifts down to his own groin, pressing lightly, like just watching is enough to get him there.

jisung doesn’t stop. your shirt is gone at some point, tossed aside, forgotten instantly. his attention drops straight to your chest, kissing, licking, nipping with a devotion that makes your back arch on instinct.

your head falls back, your thighs pressing together as the heat at your core builds thicker, heavier, with every touch, every sound filling your ears.

and then minho’s hand is back at your neck, forcing you to look at him. his eyes meet yours, dark and focused, and the shiver that runs down your spine doesn’t stop when you feel jisung shift again between your legs.

his fingers return, no hesitation this time. brushing directly over damp fabric, pressing enough to make you tremble. and when he starts moving in slow circles over your clit, you bite your lip to keep from moaning.

the combination of his mouth on your chest and his fingers between your legs is too much.

“make sure you watch,” minho murmurs in your ear, calm in a way that contrasts too much with everything happening. his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking your heated skin. “you wouldn’t want to miss this.”

you nod before you even realize it. your lips part, but nothing comes out except small, broken sounds that make minho smile more than he should.

minho leans in, kissing and sucking at your neck and collarbone, really possessive, while jisung spreads your thighs just enough to settle in properly.

a shiver runs down your spine when you see him drop to his knees in front of you. his eyes are glossy, looking up at you from down there, cheeks flushed, hair messy.

the air leaves your lungs when he smiles and then you feel your panties shift aside. and then… direct contact.

his fingers slide through your wet folds, slow in a way that borders on cruel, like he’s savoring every second of anticipation. every movement is deliberate, measured, and your body answers with a tremor you can’t control.

minho pulls back slightly, watching. his grip in your hair tightens just enough, exposing you more, leaving you open under his gaze.

your hands move on instinct, tangling in jisung’s hair, holding on without thinking. needing something to ground you before you fall apart completely.

you hear the soft hiss of his breath just before he leans in fully, burying himself between your thighs. you tug his hair slightly when his warm breath hits your core.

and the first lick is enough to break you. a sharp sound tears from your throat, your fingers digging into his hair as his tongue moves against you. slow at first, tasting, learning, before he sucks lightly.

but then he stops, just for a second. pulling back just enough to look at both of you with that same playful grin that always gets him what he wants.

“can i have her for a bit before you, hyung?” he asks, licking his lips. “let me be good for you, baby. let me make you come…”

minho doesn’t hesitate. not with jisung kneeling there, asking between uneven breaths. his hand drops, smoothing over his hair before he nods. and when he looks at you nodding too, flushed and barely holding it together, it’s all jisung needs.

he’s back on you instantly. no pauses this time, no restraint. completely lost between your thighs. his hands grip your legs, squeezing whenever he moans against you, the vibration of it mixing with his tongue, pulling sounds out of you you can’t hold back.

you try to cover your mouth, thinking about the neighbors. minho won’t allow it. his hand catches your wrists, holding them away as his lips brush your ear.

“let them hear you crying, begging for having us fucking you,” his words are low, filthy, barely there. but enough to make everything hit harder.

the pleasure builds too fast, too much. there’s nothing to hold onto, no way to control it, and every sound that leaves your mouth comes out more broken than the last.

jisung doesn’t slow down. if anything, he speeds up. his tongue moves with more precision, in and out, finding exactly where to press, where to suck, where to push you over completely.

“mhm- sungie, i’m… ah- i’m close…” your voice cracks, falling apart under everything.

your fingers pull his hair, dragging him closer, deeper. jisung whines against you, drunk on it, on you.

minho smiles against your skin, his hands roaming again, squeezing, reminding you this isn’t over. he nips at your neck, settling at your chest.

“pleasepleaseplease-” jisung mumbles against you, muffled. “jagi… come in my mouth. i need to feel it…”

that’s it. your body gives in completely. the orgasm hits hard, ripping through you, making you shake, making you lose control completely as your legs barely hold you up.

you hear minho’s low laugh as jisung dives in deeper, holding you there, riding it out with you, dragging it on until there’s nothing left.

when you finally look down, you catch his gaze. lips swollen, wet, breathing uneven, eyes locked on you. bright, hungry.

but they don’t let you recover. of course they don’t.

minho’s hands grab your hips, turning you effortlessly, pressing you against the counter. the cold surface contrasts with your overheated skin, making you gasp.

and then you feel him against you. his hips pressing his erection into your ass, even through the fabric. his fingers slide into you easily, no resistance, and the sound you make is instant.

“think you can take me like this, sweetheart?” he murmurs in your ear.

you bite your lip, nodding eagerly as his fingers move in and out. it doesn’t matter that your legs are still shaking.

minho isn’t waiting.

fabric disappears, his hand wrapping around himself quickly, and seconds later he’s lining up behind you. no rush in the motion, but all the intent.

jisung settles nearby, watching. his hand finds your hair again, softer this time. he presses a kiss to your cheek, like he already knows what’s coming. and you do too.

but it still doesn’t prepare you. because when minho pushes in, he does it all at once. no warning. no pause. the air is knocked out of you.

a broken moan tears from your throat as your eyes squeeze shut, your body reacting before your mind catches up. you try to breathe, but it comes out in uneven gasps. your hands cling to the counter.

his grip on your hips tightens, hard enough to bruise. there’s no softness now. his rhythm starts slow, almost teasing, but it doesn’t last. it falls apart fast, turning rougher, deeper, harder to keep up with.

“mmh- so wet…” he pants, his voice breaking.

and of course jisung doesn’t stay still.

his hand roams your body, settling on your chest, squeezing, playing, while his other hand moves over himself, matching the pace with quiet sounds that only make everything worse.

minho loses control bit by bit. his thrusts get harder, faster, his lips marking your back, biting, kissing, trying to hold onto something he can’t anymore.

“how are you so-? fuck…” his voice cracks against your skin. “i’m gonna come inside you…”

between his rough voice and your soft sounds, jisung doesn’t last much longer. his breathing turns uneven, heavier, until he finishes in his own hand with a muffled sound that fills the room.

and that pushes you over again.

your body tightens, and the second orgasm hits deeper, harder, dragging a sound out of you that you try to muffle against your own hand.

minho growls, giving a few final deep thrusts before finishing, burying himself inside you.

you feel it, the heat, the weight, the way he fills you slowly as your body still trembles through the aftershocks. a soft sound slips from your lips when he finally pulls out, slow, like even that has to be taken its time.

the emptiness isn’t immediate. it builds and you feel it.

your legs barely hold when you sink back into the chair, your body heavy, sensitive, still buzzing with everything that just happened.

minho exhales hard, like he can finally breathe again. his hands move calmly as he pulls his boxers back up, adjusting his clothes without hurry, even if his breathing is still uneven.

for a moment, no one says anything. the kitchen falls quiet. but it’s not the same quiet as before. this one is different, warmer, and fuller.

at least until jisung laughs.

it starts low, almost contained, but enough to break everything open. when you look at him, he’s already smiling. wide, satisfied, like he can’t help it.

and neither can you.

“see?” he says, fixing his clothes, that same sparkle still in his eyes. “told you it was a good idea…” he pauses, running his tongue over his lips, still a little breathless. “feeling brand new!”

his tone is light, almost careless, and it loosens something in your chest. you nudge him with your elbow, smiling despite yourself.

minho lets out a quieter laugh, softer, nodding as he steps closer. his hand comes up to your hair, brushing a strand away from your face in a way that contrasts way too much with what just happened.

“so… now you know,” he murmurs, voice still low but no longer rushed. his fingers linger against your cheek. “next time you need to clear your head…”

he doesn’t finish. he doesn’t have to. jisung nods beside you with way too much enthusiasm, like he wants to make sure the point lands. and you shake your head, amused, looking at both of them.

two completely different extremes that somehow end up more alike than they think.

you smile, because honestly you can’t complain.

the air is still heavy, but it doesn’t weigh on you anymore. it feels shared. intimate. like something that doesn’t need explaining.

and within those thin walls, where every sound could slip through if someone was listening, another secret settles between you, right where it belongs.