#minsung x reader

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.

Since then, Han's been doing the only thing he could think of—sleeping around. One fling after another, anything to avoid sleeping in his own cold bed. The thing is, he can't finish. It means how it sounds; he can't fucking come. No matter how hot his hook ups are—girls, guys, rough or not—he can’t finish. Not once. Not unless he’s listening through the walls to you and Minho. That’s the closest he gets, and even then, it’s hollow.

Still, he listens, cock in one hand while the other covers his mouth. His eyes are closed, listening to every one of your moans and imagining it's his. Imagining that he's the one getting fucked through the mattress so good he can't breathe. He can still feel it, the heavy weight of Minho sinking in, the heat of being held down and turned out until he’s numb from pleasure.

Han bites back a moan, cock twitching in his fist. He hears you come, hears Minho grunt something he can't make out, then he comes too. Han finishes with him, hot over his fist and chest. He forgot to lift his shirt up, he doesn't care. 

It's quiet now, there’s a faint ring of laughter next door. Yours, light and airy. Minho's probably holding you, kissing your hair and whispering sweet jokes in your ear. All Han has is a mess to clean up.

Later, you're in the kitchen, helping Minho make dinner. Music low, a pot on low boil and water running. Han came for something to drink, it was supposed to be quick, but he's staring. He can't help it, it's like he burns every time he sees the two of you together, laughing and smiling like you're happy. 

He doesn't hate you. He just hates being miserable. 

“Hungry?” Minho turns to him. A casual look with a hint of a smirk from something you said moments prior. “Felt like being fancy for dinner. It's your favorite.”

Han could curse. He could actually rage from how that makes his heart twirl. He wants to say ‘how sweet’ and ‘how dare you’ in the same breath. 

“Yeah, I'm hungry.” then there's you—shorts on and hair pulled back in a perfect mess. You smile at Han, sneaking him a pinch of food and bringing it to his mouth. 

You whisper, “Don't tell on me. Min is bossy.” Han lets you feed him, let's your fingers brush his bottom lip. He sees you watching his mouth, sees the way your eyes sparkle when you smile. 

“Oh, I'm bossy? But you're the one with the strict onion cutting technique.” Then it's gone. The moment passes, the attention shifts. You're bickering with Minho again like Han isn't there. So he disappears. 

When dinner comes around, Minho texts Han just like he does every night. Han comes out a second later, heading to the kitchen to fix a plate. Just like he does every night.

“Made your plate already.” Minho calls from the corner that the two dare to call a dining room. A round table with four chairs. “Eat with us.”

Han freezes, eyes flicking back and forth. He'd be sitting next to you. You'd be between them. How ironic. 

It takes a moment, but Han sits. Quiet, a bit awkward, but he's here. You and Minho don't speak either. It's comfortable for the two of you, nothing out of place.

“You've been out a lot. Whatcha been up to?” Minho’s the first to break the silence, glancing up at Han for a quick second.

“Uhm, just running errands.” It's a lie. He knows Minho is asking about the hook ups. He wants to know if he's found someone new.

“At three in the morning?” You chuckle, something faint to match Minho’s smile. Han isn't laughing.

“Yeah. Business stuff.” It's quiet again, a beat passes, then Minho's steady voice comes in again. 

“You've been quiet. Distant, I wanted to check on you. We wanted to know if you're alright.”

He should've just hit him. That would've been easier to deal with than hearing Minho switch “I” to “we” in the same breath. Han's eyes flick over to yours, then back to Minho's. 

“I'm fine.” The boys stare at each other, no one's smiling anymore. 

“I know that you're not fine.” Han scoffs, setting his fork down with a dramatic clatter. “We just wanted to check on you.”

“I don't need you to check on me.” He pushes his chair back, the food forgotten, he just wants to get out of here.

“Han, we're just concerned. It's like you've been isolating yourself from us.” It's you. Your voice stops him before he can turn away completely. He looks at you, only at you.

“I especially don't need you to check on me.” Minho stands too, brows furrowed with a mix of anger and confusion. You're still looking at Han, staring like you're putting pieces together.

“Not cool, she's worried about you. What the hell is so wrong with that?”

“I don't need either of you to be worried. I'm not some charity case.” Han moves and Minho follows, three steps behind.

“Since when is caring a crime? Since when do you react like this to a simple question, Han?” It's stupid. It's ridiculous. It's completely and totally ridiculous how one touch from Minho could make Han spill months worth of feelings. 

Minho touches his shoulder, tries to keep him from leaving, tries to get him to talk to him—and he does. 

“Since she happened!” Han's pointing at you, voice raised somewhere close to yelling. “Since she came and we had to stop being us. Do you know how much it tortures me? Do you understand how pathetically thin our walls are? I hear everything. Every day, every night, like you're taunting me. Like you're both dangling this shit in my face.” Minho stands there, stunned, confused. 

“This is about sex?”

“No. No this isn't—fuck, yeah, okay? It is about sex. It's about you fucking the air from her lungs when I can't even—I can't…” it's quiet again, tense around the two of them. You can see it from where you sit, it's like they have a bubble around them. Their own world. You've always seen it but now you recognize it for what it is. 

“You can't what, Han?” Minho steps closer and Han avoids his gaze. He can't look at him and confess. That's too humiliating. 

“I can't finish. I can't come with anyone since we stopped. That's what I'm doing at 3am… coming home from another night of embarrassing sex. Then I hear you two and…”

Minho looks back at you like he wants to know if you heard that. You don't move, just stare back. Han shakes his head, tries to shake away the pressure building behind his eyes. Not tears, but something just as hot. 

“I shouldn't have said anything, I should’ve just…” he stops talking, he doesn't want to anymore. So, Minho picks up for him.

“You're telling me that you haven't been able to come with anyone since the last time we… it's been that long?” he tries to sound soft, almost like he's talking to a scared kitten. He knows Han. He knows that one wrong word, one wrong move, will scare him away. 

Han nods, quiet, eyes cast down in shame or something like it. Neither of them notice you standing now, stepping closer, careful not to pop the bubble. 

“You should've talked to me, man.” Han laughs, looks at Minho with a smile that only reaches his eyes out of petty amusement. 

“What would you have done? Helped me?”

“Yeah.” Minho says it like he's sure, that stops Han before he can even start again. “You don't know us.” Minho gestures towards you. You're just watching Han. 

“What does that…”

“We aren't…neither of us would mind if the other wanted to… branch out.” Minho takes a step closer, and now it feels too close.

“You're speaking in code, what the fuck does that… what're you talking about?” Han's getting frustrated. A different kind now, it's almost refreshing. 

“We aren't strictly monogamous. Not really, if one of us wanted to branch out… lend a helping hand, we'd talk about it.” You cut in, voice gentle. Han looks at you like you intruded but he's considering letting you stay. “I know that I interrupted what you and Minho had. What you still very clearly have, if you need him, I don't mind sharing him.”

The pressures back. It's a pathetic type of confusion this time. The type you feel when you understand something but desperately don't want to. Minho watches him, letting it sink in for a second before stepping a bit closer, then again. 

“I just want to be fair to you.” His voice is soft, Han looks at him.

“I don't want pity.”

“It's not pity.” Minho’s hand comes up, slow, so achingly slow, and cups Han's cheek. “It's just me.”

His breath hitches into something sharp. The touch, as ridiculous as it is, melts him. He's falling into it again. You watch, eyes darting between them, tracking every disappearing inch until finally, they close the distance. 

It's slow at first, like a reunion that pauses time just long enough for you to feel infinite. And then you start to burn. Han fists Minho's shirt at the shoulder. Grabbing to ground himself in what he never thought he'd feel again. 

Minho’s hand moves to the back of Han's neck, his other hand on his waist, pulling him flush like it's natural. 

You move, merging into them. A few slow steps and then your hand is on Minho’s other shoulder. He moans into Han's mouth, the kiss picks up, it's heavy now. Wet and deep, lips smacking and moans exchanged for space. 

Minho breaks it. “I think you should apologize.” he's talking to Han but he glances over at you. “For getting upset with her earlier.”

It's still, silent, a beat passes with you and Han just looking at each other. It's like he's trying to move past how he feels about you. He really doesn't hate you, but if he doesn't feel hate, what is this?

You open your mouth to speak, to say that he doesn't have to, but then he's on you. Han closes the distance, mouth on yours in an open mouth kiss. It's shy and unsure until you kiss him back—then he presses in.

“Fuck.” Minho hisses, letting go of Han enough to let you slip in closer. The kiss heats quickly, his tongue over yours, his chest turned towards yours. 

He's hard, hard as rock kissing his best friend's girlfriend. 

“Let us help you.” Minho whispers, leaning into the cross fire, peppering kisses over Han's jaw then yours. 

You don't know how, but the kiss splits three ways. Tongues tangling, lips wet and smacking anyone that they can touch. 

Your feet are a mess, stumbling back and forward now, moving toward something—the couch, a bedroom. You all make it to the wall.

“Need to hear you agree, Sungie.” Minho makes the younger melt. It's that nickname, the one he used to call him mid stroke just to tease him. “Tell us you want our help.”

He tries, his mouth opens but moans are all he can manage. You're kissing one side of his neck, Minho on the other. His hands are confused, balled into one shirt and grabbing an arm. He can't tell who, doesn't care.

“Let us hear you, Ji.” you whisper, he shudders.

“Yeah, please.” Minho smiles against his neck. “Please, I need to come.”

 “You will, baby.” Clothes are flying now, a horny college student grade montage of undressing. Han's shirt, then Minho's, the clanking of belt buckles. 

“Can I suck you off, Ji?” he shivers, looks at you with shiny eyes. “Don't worry about lasting, we have all night.”

Minho kisses the line of Han's jaw, “Her mouth is ridiculous.” he melts, leans into the touch and nods.

You sink down, taking his length from half undone jeans and stroking. He's hard, unbelievably hard. You twist your fist over the head, follow it with a kiss, he whimpers. Something small and desperate. 

When you slide him over your tongue, his knees buckle. Minho keeps him upright, keeps his mouth on his while you sink every leaky throbbing inch you can down your throat. 

“Isn't she godly?” Minho smiles against Han's mouth, forehead to forehead. He doesn't get an answer out of him, just a moan. 

“Tastes good.” You mumble, coming up for a second then running your tongue slowly up the pulsing vein. His cock jumps, red and angry. 

“Close?” You only get a nod, Minho laughs, sinking down to switch with you. 

“Let's see if I still know what you like.” When Minho's mouth wraps around Han's cock, the younger cries. Practically sobs. His hand is in his hair, hips bucking just once, he knows better. 

You let them have the moment, stripping yourself down to nothing.

“Hyung, h-hyu—ah ah” his face is red, hands balled into fists and hips fighting to stay in place. 

Minho hums around him, sucking him off so naturally that it makes you clench. You've thought about it, them, but you never knew it'd be like this. 

You blink and miss the moment Han breaks. His knees nearly buckle again, his moans turn high pitched and Minho's eyes shut with a sound you've never heard before. 

He's coming. 

Han's hips stutter, his mouth is dry, his ears ring. Minho doesn't stop. Not until he's swallowed every hot sticky drop and has Han squirming and grasping at his hair. He's already half hard again when Minho pulls back. 

“Guess I do.” Han can't breathe, not really. While he's relearning his lungs, Minho looks at you. He smiles, reading you like a book, “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

You laugh, letting him pull you closer and kiss you. You taste Han on his lips, moan into it. “Let's give him another.”

You're shifting again, fast and clumsy, kissing one then the other. Han is dazed but smiling, blissful. 

Minho turns him around, Han's back to his front, slotting him between the two of you. 

“Can I fuck you, Sungie?” Minho nibbles at the youngers ear, kissing over the blooming red. He agrees before the question finishes. 

You and your boyfriend share a look, and then you're leaning forward, sucking his finger until they’re sloppy wet. 

Han moans when Minho spreads him, rims, pushes in.

“Hyung—fuck.” Minho's no better. You see his eyes roll back with the first thrust. 

“Pretty hole still fits me, doesn't it?” You kiss Han before he can moan, before he falls too far apart. "Hold on to the wall, baby." Han’s body follows the instructions quicker than his mind. 

Minho hooks a strong arm under Han's knee and holds it up. Han grips the wall for balance, his neck flushes at how exposed he feels.

“Breathe,” you whisper, peppering kisses down his neck, collarbones, chest. “You'll love it.”

You end up on your knees, kissing over his thighs. 

This is a sight to see—Minho behind a flushed and whiny Han, cock out and leaking. Han's leg up over his hyung’s arm, his cock angry with need. Then there's you, sitting pretty on your knees, cunt dripping and throbbing. 

“Let me in, okay?” Minho whispers, something just for him. Then he's pushing in.

"Ah—holy shit," Minho goes slow, letting Han's body do the work.

“It still remembers me.” Minho smiles against his neck, a broken groan escaping when he feels him clench. 

“Fucking full.” Han's gone, eyes closed. Head lulled back and cock jumping and full. 

When Minho makes it to the hilt, you lean in and take Han just the same, sliding him into your warm wet mouth. You hum, Han cries. A single tear. Maybe from pleasure, joy, some secret third thing. 

Minho moves, slow, letting him get used to feeling so much after months of nothing.

"What the fuck." Han whines, hips bucking once, twice, “what the fuck.what the fuck.what the fuck.”

“Like it?” Minho coos, a smile in his tone. He doesn't expect an answer and he isn't getting one. 

Han's being fucked from both ends. Each snap of Minho's hips fucks his cock further down your tight throat.

Han’s eyes cross, roll back, white out at the edges. He's dizzy, he's hot—he's close.

"That's it, baby." Minho rasps, his rhythm faltering with every clench. He can see you over Han's shoulder, lips stretched pretty over his best friend's cock. “God she's so fucking pretty with her mouth full.”

You moan, hand between slick thighs, rubbing at your swollen clit.

Jisung's legs actually give out this time. Minho's got him, pulling him closer, sinking deeper. 

"Fuckfuckfuck, hyung, hyung—" Han babbles, Minho fucks him harder, deeper, hitting spots that missed him. 

You're jerking him off now, two hands twisting over a full cock.

"Come for me and I'll come for you." Minho purrs, strokes flattering. “Fill this tight ass with everything I've got. Give it to us. Come on my girl.”

His moan is deafening. Practically a scream. Han's back bows, legs wobble. His cock spills hot and heavy over your face and chest, you catch some on your tongue. 

“Ah, that's so fucking—" Minho groans, coming right after. It's a heavy load, a tight fit, it makes Han squirt a little more.

The only sound is shallow breaths and whimpers. You swipe a finger through the mess on your cheek and suck it off, watching them take a moment to come back to earth. 

Minho pulls out slowly, wincing and sensitive. Han nearly collapses. He hasn’t said a word, can't. He just smiles, slow and lazy. 

You break the silence, “My turn?” Han blinks his eyes open, groaning at the sight of you sticky and covered in him. 

It's then that it hits him. He never hated you, never resented you— he wanted you too.

“Maybe Sungie will fuck you.” A beat passes, Minho watches, lets it happen—and then it does.

Han kneels with wobbly knees, his hands are shaking. He feels over your thighs, sides, pinches your tits. 

When he finally looks up, finally looks at you, one hand at the back of your neck—he kisses you. It's hard, deep and messy. He tastes himself and you moan. 

His other hand is between your legs, rubbing, working its way down and inside. You can hear Minho curse under his breath. You can feel Han's cock jump against your knee. 

He kisses the corner of your mouth, then licks over your cheek, tasting himself. He does it again and again, kissing and licking you clean. Sucking your messy pebbled nipples and marking your collar bones. 

It's clear now, every time he heard you two through the walls, he didn't want to be you—He wanted to be between you. 

“Wan’ me to fuck you?” His voice is rough, “Want your boyfriend to share you?”

You smile against Han's lips, licking clean a smear of come he missed. 

“He's our boyfriend now.”

⤷ a/n - I have been writing this on and off since May... MAY. This is like, version 4 of this fic. I hope you enjoyed!

this is a work of fiction and is not meant to reflect the real life relationships of the idols mentioned.

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The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through the room, accompanied by an absolute symphony of wet squelching noises from where Jisung is buried deep inside your cunt. His eyes are glued to you as you ride him, and he has your hands clasped to his chest.

“So good,” he pants, “so good for me, sweetheart, keep going, holy shit you’re so tight, taking me so well—”

You’re unable to form words, just needy, high-pitched whimpers. Two orgasms in, your thoughts are hazy, your mind fogged, nothing but need and pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers dig into the firm muscles of his chest as you try to keep yourself upright, hips rolling, dragging him hot and heavy along inside where you can feel every ridge, every vein. At this angle, his tip kisses your sweet spot with every bounce, and you can barely keep your eyes open with how overwhelming it feels.

As your rhythm falters, another pair of hands slides in over your hips. Behind you, Minho is straddling Jisung’s thighs, his chest coming to press against your back. He’s still covered in a gorgeous, thin sheen of sweat. “Keep going,” he murmurs, still a little out of breath, into your ear as he helps your hips keep up their rhythm with the strength of his hands. Beneath you, Jisung groans and starts to piston his hips up into you. “Needy little slut needs a cock in her at all times,” Minho continues, his voice vibrating through your skin, his fingers gripping you with bruising strength, and his words make your breath catch in your throat. “Takes us as many times as we’ll have her, always comes back for more, so perfect, baby, fuck—”

“Min—” you whine, high and desperate.

“You can take it,” he whispers into your ear, and his lips latch on to the column of your neck.

It’s as if your soul disconnects from your body. As he sucks your skin into his mouth, everything feels like it dissolves inside you, leaving you all sensation, all feeling. Nothing even resembling a thought is left inside your floaty brainspace, where you can hear yourself making a high-pitched moan you’ve never made before, as if it’s coming from somewhere else.

Beneath you, Jisung’s hips stutter. “Fuck,” he pants, his voice strangled, “she’s squeezing me so tight, whatever you did, do it again—”

“Liked that?” Minho murmurs against your skin. Distantly, you can feel his length hardening again where it ruts against your ass cheek as he moves you. In contrast to the furious pace of Jisung’s hips, Minho very slowly trails his soft lips down your neck, sucking a mark right behind your ear, feeling you lose all control of your body. He brings one hand up to wrap lightly around your neck, his fingers resting at the sides, and he tilts your head to get better access, sensing that you’re unable to do it yourself. The sensation inside you is building higher and higher, and you moan out a sob.

“So pretty… all fucked out… like that,” Jisung pants, chasing his own high.

Two more thrusts, and he comes inside you with a guttural groan, his warmth filling you to the brim. At the exact same moment, Minho sinks his teeth into your shoulder, and the pleasure-pain tosses you over the edge of your own orgasm, but your breath is so caught in your throat that you can barely make a sound. Jisung fucks you through it, and Minho runs his wet tongue along your pulse point, until you’re trembling, breathless, spent. You slump back against Minho’s chest, no longer able to hold any part of your body up.

Jisung is still grasping at one of your hands. “Fuck, that was—fuck.”

“Found one of her sweet spots,” Minho says, the grin threading his voice.

He helps you off Jisung, stroking your skin soothingly when you whimper as he slides out of you, and lays you back on the bed. Then he leans over and gives Jisung a kiss, brushing his cheek with one hand and studying his face. “Need a second?”

Jisung nods, still panting. “Yeah, that was… intense.”

Minho kisses him one more time, humming into his mouth. “I’ll take care of our girl,” he says, and turns to you.

It takes you a second to realize that he’s not maneuvering you onto your back to rail you into the mattress or turning you over so he can take you from behind; rather, he sits up against the headboard and settles you in his lap in a lotus position, your legs wrapped around his waist. You can feel the evidence of the last round leaking out of you, and you rest your head on his shoulder, still feeling floaty, as he strokes your back softly.

“You melted so pretty for Ji,” he says quietly into your ear, and his tone sends an involuntary shiver up your spine. “I got jealous, wanted a turn.”

His uncharacteristic softness makes you melt even further. You whimper, eyes still closed, folding your arms around his neck.

He plants one careful kiss right behind your ear, and your brain fuzzes. “Do you want more, or do you just want me to take care of you?” he asks.

It takes you a second to form the words, but you finally gasp, “More, please,” and he chuckles against your skin.

He gently lifts your hips, taking all your weight, and slides into you. The slickness eases his entrance, and gravity pulls you into him, making you both moan quietly as he fully buries himself. Your sensitivity makes every sensation feel electric around the edges. He gives you a second to adjust, and then he places a soft kiss to the side of your neck, and you’re entirely gone.

Every kiss he plants on your neck is tender, matched to the slow roll of his hips into you. You feel like you’re in a calm ocean, waves of pleasure lapping gently over you, overwhelming but so, so soft, carrying you away from the part of you that needs to think.

“God, you feel incredible,” he hums between kisses, adoration painting his voice. He traces a slow path up one side of your neck and down the other, occasionally groaning into your skin, the vibrations of it washing over you.

You have no idea how long you two stay like that—maybe minutes, maybe eons—before you feel another body press to your back until you’re fully enveloped in warmth.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jisung’s voice murmurs into your ear. “Mind if I help?”

He captures the side of your neck that Minho isn’t lavishing with his tongue, sliding up to nip at your earlobe before mouthing at your skin. His hands encircle you from behind, coming up to knead gently at your breasts, making you moan and tip your head back against his shoulder. Minho slides down to your collarbone, sucking a tiny pattern just over that line, hearing your whimpers change pitch just slightly. His hips never stop rolling into you.

As your breathing shortens, coming in shallower and shallower gasps, they keep their pace steady, keeping you afloat on that ocean of pleasure until you peak—a thick bloom of heat that bursts from your center, radiating out through your skin. Your head swims. Minho grasps at you through it, groaning something choked in your ear, before you feel his familiar warmth filling you up. He sinks forward into you, his breath shaky, and Jisung has to hold you both up.

You can hear Minho, voice unsteady, as if from a distance, as he strokes your sides soothingly with his thumbs. “Good girl, so good for us, did so well…”

“You’re so soft for her,” Jisung says fondly over the top of your head.

“Can’t help it,” Minho chuckles into your skin. “You see how pretty she melts?”

“Yeah,” Jisung replies, “she’s unreal.”

Still floating, you feel the warmth of the two solid bodies around you releasing you, and they lay you out on the bed. Minho strokes your forehead as the strength returns to his limbs while Jisung retrieves a damp cloth from the bathroom. He cleans you up gently, careful not to overstimulate you further.

Vaguely, you hear the tub running, and eventually a pair of arms lifts you out of the bed. Your head lolls against Minho’s chest, and you feel the fond rumble of his chuckle. Minho settles you into the tub and then climbs in behind you, letting you float a little while longer while he cleans you both and washes your hair. You sigh every time one of his fingers skims your neck, the echo of their kisses still reverberating through your skin.

As Minho helps you out of the tub and dries you off, you’re dimly aware of Jisung quickly hopping in the shower, partially because he drops a kiss to your shoulder and another to Minho’s cheek as he passes. Minho just hums appreciatively, squeezing some of the moisture out of your hair. Then he leads you back into the bedroom, where the bed is made with fresh sheets, before helping you into your sleep clothes and settling you on the mattress. You move where he moves you, pliant and hazy, still lost in the aftermath of pleasure.

He settles on one side of you and pulls the covers over you both before kissing you just underneath your jaw, a soft touch.

“You’re being so nice to me,” you mumble.

“I’m always nice after,” he says, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

“Yeah, but during,” you say, your eyes still closed.

He chuckles. “Don’t get used to it.” One hand grasps your waist, pulling you into him, tucking you to his chest. “Or do, if you melt for us like that again. Irresistible.” He drops a kiss to the top of your head.

“Hope you saved me room,” Jisung says, slipping under the covers on your other side. He folds himself into you, as if he can burrow into your skin for warmth. “So you like neck kisses, huh?”

You nod lazily. “I guess so.”

Jisung stretches up and kisses you gently on your neck, once, and you sigh contentedly. “Filing that away to use later,” he says, his thumb running over the knuckles of your hand.

Wrapped in two pairs of arms, engulfed in their warmth, their breath on your skin, you squeeze both of their hands, and they squeeze back. Together, you drift into sleep, worn out, sated, adored.

movie nights were a staple of the lee-han dorm.

where some people held time for taco tuesdays or sashimi sundays, the dorm had it’s scheduled movie thursdays—that being the only day the boys could weasel through the front door without looking drop dead exhausted.

jisung, ever the sentimental one, had tried for a valiant thirty minutes one night trying to find a way to get the words to match up, but the only thing he could conjure was film fridays. great name, wrong day. minho and you had watched in amusement as jisung fought to keep the name anyways.

it’s a little ironic, actually. for how much jisung cared about upholding this new movie night tradition, he was usually the one who skipped out on it. not that he really had much of a choice—with a new comeback on the horizon line, he and the other boys of 3racha had been pent up in the recording studio.

that’s where he’d skipped off to the last two weeks during their movie thursdays, same as he was tonight.

jisung’s absence, though dreadfully noticeable, didn’t mean these movie play throughs came to a halt.

minho had been staring at his phone since you’d pressed play. funny, considering the film playing out in front of you was one of his choosing.

as you shift for the nth time, your leg grazes his—bare thigh brushing the material of his sweatpants. you think nothing of it. the boy sitting next to you, on the other hand…

“minho,”

a beat. you turn to him, eyes tracing the edge of his jaw.

he doesn’t look up. “hm?”

“minho.”

“what?”

your eyes dip from his to stare blankly at the fingers rubbing small circles into the plush of your thigh. you blink once. eyes a little narrowed, you look back at him once more.

minho, apparently, couldn’t be bothered to meet your gaze, far too interested in whatever social media he was scrolling through. whatever his feed was displaying wasn’t enthralling enough for his fingers to stutter, though.

you exhale a quick, heavy breath through your nose. your eyes flick back to the tv screen out of something adjacent to stubbornness.

curse minho and his stupid nonchalant-ness.

time moves by with a pace not dissimilar to that of a snail—tick tick ticking away. the slowness lets you really soak in how minho’s hand creeps just a liiittle higher with ever other second that passes.

it feels nice—the way his hand pushes and pulls, pinches and soothes. it’s nice in a way that leaves your breath falling short and your thighs easing closed.

when you try his name again, your voice comes airy than you’d hoped it to. there isn’t much time to scold yourself for it before he answers.

“just focus on the movie, jagi.”

what a joke.

you look from the screen to the side of his face, but his eyes still aren’t on you. his thumb—the one not actively pressing into your inner thigh—swipes up on his screen again. and again.

what a fucking joke.

you huff, skin itching with annoyance as his fingers dare to creep higher still. this time when your eyes pull away from him they don’t gravitate to the screen ahead of you, but instead to his hand, letting out a heavy breath as you watch him paw at you.

and god, his hands.

they’re perfect. perfect and so, so close. close enough that if you shifted your hips forwards just a little bit, just maybe…

the breath that leaves you is shaky, filled with relief. it isn’t much—no more than a light graze through the fabric of your shorts—but fuck, you’ll take what you can get.

just as you go to roll your hips again in search of something better, something more, minho withdraws his hand entirely. cold air hits the skin that was previously keeping warmed by his palm. a whine gets caught in the back of your throat.

“min, what the hell-“ your pointed annoyance is quick to fade to silence.

finally—finally—minho clicks off his phone. finally, minho’s looking at you. the ghost of something cruel playing at his lips, eyes searching yours with that sharpness that only looks good on him. and finally, minho slides his hand back to you again, firmer than before.

his grip tightens and tugs you forward. “didn’t i tell you to focus, darling?”

before you can even hope to register what he was doing, you were pulled—manhandled, really—closer to minho’s body. so close, in fact, that your thighs were now bracketing his.

on an instinct, your hands rise to his shoulders in an effort to steady yourself, slightly jostled form the abrupt shift in position. not that you were complaining. there really isn’t much complaining to be done when you find yourself planted in minho’s lap.

your lips part, a self-defense lingering on the tip of your tongue. that defense never made it into spoken word though, not whenever minho’s own voice sounds again as his hands drift up your thighs. it’s all slow movements—lazily calculated, playfully cruel. it’s all so minho.

his palms slow to a stop over the swell of your ass. “too busy doing, what? trying to grind on my hand? to pay attention to the film,” his fingers squeeze. your brows furrow. “what am i even gonna do with you?”

shameless, you shift in his lap just so, making a show of getting comfortable while rolling your eyes at his words.

“i wouldn’t be so distracted if you just kept your hands to yourself,” comes your retort. a valid point, really. one that gets you no where.

minho’s next words are spoken against the collar of your neck.

“and i wouldn’t need to keep my hands to myself if you weren’t so pretty sitting next to me.”

his lips travel over skin without any plan or general intent. sometimes there was a kiss, other times you were jolted by the sharp nip of his teeth. it was all lazy, and you? well, melted straight into it.

all banter dies the moment your head lolled to the side. it was an offering, one wrapped with bated breath and warm skin. who was minho to pass such a sweet deal up?

it feels like he’s everywhere—his heated exhales fanning over your neck, his lips brushing light behind your ear, his hands guiding your hips in a tentative roll over his own.

minho’s everywhere, and it’s perfect.

the two of you go on like this for god knows how long, lost in careless kisses and slow grinds. there’s no give and take. the simple need of closeness is the driving force behind each move either of you make.

with each second that slips into the past, you too slip a little further away, head fuzzy with minho and nothing else.

nothing else, or at least until minho’s voice cracks with the first words spoken in what felt like hours.

“jisungie,” minho coos, the name coming out a touch too composed for the position that he’s in. His voice sounds far away even though his mouth lingers only an inch from your ear. “close your mouth and come here, or get out. i’m not in the mood to be watched.”

with your nose buried in the crook of minho’s neck, you aren’t too keen on gathering the strength to straighten yourself to cast the familiar newcomer a glance. you hadn’t heard the door open, but it was difficult to hear anything over your airy whines and minho’s matching breathlessness.

you heard the exchange, the following little yeah… okay, hyung that puffed from jisung’s lips; you heard it, sure. but hearing doesn’t mean it registered.

you really couldn’t be blamed for the head space you’re in. not when minho’s cock bumps against your clit just right with every roll of your hips. not when you can feel his abdomen twitch and flex beneath your hands as his hips twitch up to meet yours. not when a drawn out “fuck,” promptly fills the air between you, the curse dripping like honey from minho’s kiss swollen lips.

and certainly not when—on top of every other overwhelming thought and feeling you’ve been subject to—you feel a new pair of hands sliding over your body. fingers dip below the hem of your (jisung’s) sweatshirt, palms smoothing up and over the warmth of your sides.

the moan spilling from your lips is swallowed by minho’s. he kisses you now like he’s starving, and they way his hands slide to the junction of your thighs and waist to push you further into a particularly mean thrust only furthers such a statement.

jisung watches wide-eyed as minho nips at your lip, waiting for your cute little gasp before slipping his tongue between your teeth. jisung whines and pushed the hem of your shirt further up your back. he presses his lips to the base of your spine—he’ll die if he doesn’t feel your skin under his mouth, all soft and warm and perfect.

he tucks your shirt into the back of your bra, tired of the fabric falling in his way. his lips travel up the line of your back, taking patches between his teeth every now and then like he just can’t help himself.

and honestly? he really can’t.

his hands slide to your front, dipping under where your shirt still hangs over your stomach and sliding up up up until they successfully fit under your bra.

for every bit minho is hungry, jisung holds at least twice that in greed.

a noise dangerously akin to a moan slip from jisung’s throat as his palms cup your breasts, the weight so, so perfect in his hands. his teeth bite into the your side, sucking a mark right above the curve of your hip bone. your yelp is quick to morph into something much more desperate as jisung pinches your right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. it was when you’re head falls back and away from minho’s all consuming lips that the eldest finally spares jisung a glance.

“mm,” minho purrs. eyes half lidded with pupils blown wide, his gaze flicks from the imprint of jisung’s hands under your shirt to where his lips were still attached to your hip. “such a needy fuckin’ boy, sungie.” you can’t tell if his words are supposed to be praise or something meaner. minho’s good at that, spinning his words into something that keeps you on edge. it’s as equally hot as it is frustrating.

theres another sharp sting at your side, but it’s quickly smoothed over by something wet, warm. jisung’s tongue, you assume.

“wan’ a turn, hyung,” jisung’s request comes from behind you, sounding about as far away as minho’s does, if not slightly further. he sounds about as wrecked as you feel. “you got all night with her,” it’s pouty and paired with the feeling of his nose grazing against your hip bone, nuzzling into the soft skin. “i want a taste.”

the words send shiver running down your spine. minho seems to share a similar sentiment if the way his hips kick up say anything—his groan also aids in giving him away.

before you can even get it a choked ’please’, your body is being handled so your back is pressed flush against minho’s back.

when your eyes shoot open in shock, you’re ill prepared for the sight you’re met with.

part of you had registered how low jisung’s touches had come from, but nothing had you prepared for the sight of him—ready, waiting, already looking so spent—on his knees, eyes wide and glazed over with something that made him seem unreal.

you and jisung lock eyes. your thighs squeeze closed against your will. jisung eyes you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

jisung's hands reach out to move over your thighs, slow and reverent, like he's memorizing the feel of your skin beneath his palms. his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts, tugging gently—a silent question that minho takes the liberty of answering for you. with a low chuckle and a firm grip on your hips, he lifts you just enough for jisung to pull the fabric down. the cool air hits your heated skin for only a moment before jisung's breath replaces it, warm and shaky against your inner thigh.

any tension that may have been hiding away in the length of your body is quick to evaporate when you feel his tongue press against your clit through the fabric of your panties, hot and wet and too much, but also somehow no where close to enough.

your thighs threaten to close, but with his fingers splayed over them he makes it infuriatingly hard to do so.

and fuck, jisung is pushing your legs further and further apart until they hook over minho’s knees. you hear the elder hum in approval. jisung just indulges himself further.

jisung doesn’t tease over fabric for too long—he can’t afford to. it takes only a matter of seconds before he’s reaching up to bunch the fabric of your underwear to the side, far too impatient to waste precious time removing them properly.

for the second time that night, you find it incredibly hard to complain. what is there to complain about jisung’s tongue against your cunt and minho’s hands holding you firm as he ruts up against the curve of your ass?

it’s embarrassingly hard to think as jisung’s lips wrap around your clit, tongue working absolute wonders between uncoordinated sucks. moments in and he already as your back arching against minho’s chest.

and minho? he’s just happy to sit there and witness how quickly your threads come apart.

jisung licks a dirty stripe up your center, eyes clouded as they look up at you through his lashes. it’s unfair how pretty he is. how he can be sitting there on his knees, practically making out with your pussy, and still be so unfairly pretty.

jisung was his own kind of intoxicating, a drug you’d grown addicted to with sickening ease. and minho really wasn’t much better.

minho's hands slide up your sides, fingers tracing the delicate lines of your ribs as his lips find the shell of your ear. "look at him," he murmurs, voice dark and thick with want. "so desperate to make you fall apart on his tongue."

his words are punctuated by the roll of his hips, grinding against you in a rhythm that matches the pace of the younger’s tongue. you can feel minho's cock hard and insistent through his sweats, the friction making your head spin.

jisung moans against you, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body. you can't help the way your hips buck forward, seeking more of that perfect pressure.

it was a cruel situation you had been pushed into, one with no escape. you were between a rock and a hard place—if your hips shifted forwards in hopes of inching away from minho’s touch, you were met with jisung’s mouth hot against your core. and god, you wouldn’t leave for the world.

your orgasm was something fast approaching, embarrassingly so. the lazy minutes spent with minho had been a slow build, one that jisung had sent skyrocketing with the shameless greed of his tongue.

your hands scramble for purchase, one flying back to in search of minho's hair while the other shoots down to weave through jisung's. the younger moans at the grip, the sound muffled and obscene against your cunt, and it's that—coupled with minho's teeth sinking into the junction of your neck and shoulder—that has you teetering right on the edge.

"ji…" you try to warn, but the words come out broken, choked on a moan and barely intelligible. minho just hums against your skin, one hand sliding down to rub antagonizing circles at your clit while the other cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. "fuck, i- i can’t,"

jisung doubles his efforts, practically burying his face between your thighs as his tongue works you over with renewed fervor. you’d worry he’d suffocate if he hadn’t admitted to that dream months ago.

with minho’s fingers playing with your clit, jisung lets his tongue sink into you properly.

you last all of two seconds before you’re release is washing over you, a cry of their names tumbling from your lips in some incoherent jumble. your limbs feel like jello, and it takes so little for your legs to start twitching as the effects of overstimulation begin to settle bone deep in your body.

jisung doesn't stop until minho's hand threads through his hair, tugging him back with a gentleness that contradicts the firm grip. "easy, baby," minho murmurs, watching as jisung's lips—glossy, swollen—part with a shaky exhale. you're still trembling in minho's arms when jisung finally pulls away, and it’s only then that you realize where his other hand has been the entire time he was buried face first in your pussy.

with a wet spot staining the front of his sweats and a hand lingering guilty near his crotch, the realization sends a new wave of heat racing through your system.

movie nights are a staple of the lee-han dorm. but to anyone who knows anything, they never end with the peaceful roll of post film credits.

[notes]: AHHHHH MY FIRST LONG FIC IS DOOOONE >< i wanna thank everyone who made it this far, because the fact that people might read this is actually a little wild to me- i also wanna apologize for any and all spelling/grammatical errors that may be in the work above—i never read through my own stuff because it makes me feel a lil silly. what i write is what you get 🫶 if anyone has any comments. questions, concerns, please feel free to leave them in the replies or my ask box!! feedback is always appreciated

It was party night with Stray Kids. You were looking forward to this, but you were also quite nervous. You hadn’t been a part of their close circle for very long yet and you’d only partied with them a couple of times before in that time period. Their schedules didn’t often allow for very much time off, especially with all eight of them being free on the same evening and the next day as well. This was one of those rare instances in which they all had an entire weekend off, so you knew what that meant.

Yes, the boys were all in their twenties, but they still often acted like a group of rowdy teenagers, and if you were honest, this was one of the things you loved most about them. You liked that they didn’t take things too seriously, that they enjoyed games and having fun and doing whatever it was they felt like without worrying about what anyone else thought. They were pretty accustomed to acting silly on camera already, but especially in the privacy of their own homes, they really didn’t hold back. You enjoyed being around that kind of energy because you had always struggled to fully let out your crazy, playful side. But simply by being around them for a couple of months at this point, you were slowly starting to loosen up. And so tonight would be good. You just hoped that you could leave your worries behind and let yourself fully enjoy the chaos.

Of course it didn’t help that you had a massive crush on Minho, of all people, and were mortified of him finding out. He was so hard to read and it was definitely taking him the longest out of everyone to really thaw to you, although you did get along fairly well by now. But it just hadn’t quite reached that place of effortless ease yet that you’d gotten to naturally with most of the others – some more so than the rest. You got along particularly well with Jisung and Hyunjin and had become very comfortable being your true self around them. The rest of the group even joked around that you were Minho’s unofficial Paboracha replacement member when he wasn’t around, which happened occasionally. He was fond of quiet alone time just as much as he loved hanging out with the rest of the gang, which was something you could relate to and yet another reason you felt drawn to him. But you were very afraid of being laughed at should he find out how you felt. You knew him well enough to be pretty sure he would never be so cruel, even if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but your stupid anxiety-riddled brain still loved to present you with worst-case scenarios that you couldn’t quite disregard.

On top of that, you genuinely weren’t sure if there was something romantic going on between him and Jisung and did not want to cause problems if there was. Stray Kids were all fairly open with each other in terms of physical and emotional closeness – and had, at least partially, begun to include you in that, which you loved. They were like this even more so when the cameras were off, but you still didn’t know if there were any relationship boundaries that you weren’t aware of and did not want to unintentionally step on anyone’s toes. So needless to say, you felt there was a lot at stake.

You didn’t think it was completely unrealistic that your crush would come out at some point tonight, even though you hadn’t explicitly confessed it to anybody yet. The group was very used to teasing each other, didn’t seem to have many secrets between them, and was extremely good at reading each other – not surprising, given the sheer amount of time everyone spent together. Add alcohol and party games to the mix and the chances became exponentially higher of your secret seeing the light of day. You knew that none of the boys would ever cross any boundaries if you seriously set them and told them you didn’t want to talk about something, but you were afraid your behavior would give you away regardless. Still, you were excited for a night of fun and craziness with your eight favorite people, and you didn’t want to let your worries take that away from you.

As you were making your way over to the dorms, specifically Felix and Seungmin’s, which had been decided on as the location for tonight’s party, your phone buzzed. Minho had just texted the group chat that he would be running late, as he was still taking care of a few things. At first, disappointment washed over you. You were very much looking forward to seeing him – even if the interactions between you two didn’t always flow as easily as you wanted, just being around him made you happy. But when you thought about it a little longer, you realized this could be a good thing. It could give you a chance to loosen up and get used to the atmosphere enough to hopefully get out of your head and into the moment as much as possible by the time he got there. With that slight bit of relief in mind, you quickened your pace as you got off the subway and soon arrived at the SKZ dorms, where Felix buzzed you in once you texted him that you were downstairs. He was waiting to greet you at the door of his dorm with an enormous grin on his face and you felt your heart warm instantly at the sight.

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It was a couple of drinks, some chatting and a few quick games into the night. The atmosphere was light-hearted, everyone was loose and laughing, and you could tell the general consensus was to spice things up a little bit. And so you weren’t particularly surprised when Felix suggested playing Truth or Dare. It was a game that combined everything he loved: seeing his best friends be silly as well as bonding over shared secrets and anecdotes. Jisung, a lover of chaos, shouted his agreement quickly once Felix brought up the suggestion. Jeongin and Chan pretended like they didn’t want to play at first, but you knew from experience that once the game started, Chan could never hide his genuine laugh at the antics, while Jeongin’s appalled face in situations like these was always put on and he was, in fact, enjoying himself. The two of them alone couldn’t override the rest of the group’s wishes regardless. Even if they’d truly wanted to – one look at Felix’s pleading pout would turn anyone weak.

And so Seungmin began smirking while Changbin rubbed his hands together in glee as you all settled in a circle. Some of you sat on the floor, some on the sofas and armchairs that stood around where the coffee table usually was; it had been moved to the side for tonight. Hyunjin plopped down onto a big armchair, pulling you with him. He casually rested his arms on top of your legs as you draped them across his. Once everyone had settled you made eye contact with Felix, whose eyes glinted from the other side of the circle, before he shifted them to look at the man sitting with you.

“Hyunjin, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Hyunjin smirked, radiating confidence, his facial expression basically begging Felix to do his worst. But it was Felix, and Felix was an angel who took every opportunity to see his friends be cute with each other, so he started the game off by daring Hyunjin to kiss anyone of his choosing on the cheek. You groaned in mock annoyance as Hyunjin shifted your legs off of him in order to fulfill his dare, but just before he could, Felix told him to wait and ran out of the room quickly. When he returned he was carrying red lipstick, which he handed to his friend. The latter took it from him reluctantly and Felix grinned in delight.

While Hyunjin was applying the lipstick, Changbin couldn’t stop himself from shouting out how beautiful he looked and proceeding to offer himself repeatedly and quite enthusiastically as the “kiss victim”. This earned him a light punch on the arm from Jisung, who was next to him on the ground. Hyunjin threw his head back, laughing out loud, and shot Changbin a grin before kneeling down next to Jeongin instead. Changbin crossed his arms and sent a mock-offended pout Hyunjin’s way, but he couldn’t hold his giggle back for long at the scene that was unfolding.

Jeongin was protesting vehemently and wailing as Hyunjin got closer and closer to him, straining his neck to move his head as far away as possible. But he couldn’t prevent the inevitable, and when Hyunjin gave him a big smacker on the cheek, leaving a bright red mark, the smile on his face spoke for itself – as did the overjoyed expressions on everyone else’s. Chan reached over to pinch a fake-pouty Jeongin’s other cheek, delighted. You found yourself grinning as well as a red-lipped Hyunjin returned to the armchair and you made space for him to get back into his earlier position, draping your legs back over his body and reaching up to run your hand over his hair affectionately as you did.

Hyunjin proceeded to dare Changbin to freestyle a sexy dance, which he gladly did, quickly hijacking the playlist in order to play one of his favorite girl group songs. Then he strutted into the center of the group, half-drunk beer in hand, and gave it his all, finishing his little dance off with a hip thrust and wink in Hyunjin’s direction. The latter couldn’t stop laughing in delight the entire time – you could feel his entire body vibrating from it and it made you giggle uncontrollably as well.

You took a moment to appreciate the pure positive energy in this room. Jeongin was still shielding his eyes from when Changbin had shaken his butt in his direction; Felix was grinning from ear to ear; Jisung was doubled over in tears from laughter. You felt so warm and fuzzy inside, surrounded by your favorite people. Only Minho was missing to complete this moment. But he would be here soon, and for now everything was going as you had hoped: you were feeling quite relaxed.

Despite that, you had still decided to stick to dares for now in order to avoid any potentially awkward questions, so when Changbin picked you to go next, he ended up daring you to sing a part of one of SKZ’s songs. You groaned and smacked your hand against your forehead, knowing full well you were about to embarrass yourself. But then again – these boys embarrassed themselves all the time. And you loved them for it. Time to steer into the chaos, then. You cleared your throat exaggeratedly, then proceeded to rap Felix’s part in “Maze of Memories”, complete with a fake deep voice and terrible Australian accent, dancing around on your armchair with Hyunjin while everyone else cheered and pumped their fists.

Next you dared Jisung to close his eyes and let Seungmin feed him something without knowing what it would be. This earned you a smile from Seungmin that could only be described as pure evil before he went and got a slice of lemon to stick in Jisung’s mouth. The latter’s expression was priceless as he bit into it.

As the game wore on, your cheeks began to almost hurt from laughter. More truths and dares were flung around the group, among them: Chan eating a spoonful of hot sauce, which made him turn as red as a tomato; Felix shamefully revealing his most recent League of Legends stats; Seungmin reading out his most recent Google searches (some of which were very questionable); Jeongin letting Chan do his hair full of sparkly ribbons and little butterfly clips (no one questioning why Felix had all of these just laying around); Changbin recalling an embarrassing story about a time he’d mistakenly thought someone wanted his autograph, but they’d really just needed his signature on a receipt; Jisung revealing the weirdest place he’d ever had sex, and Hyunjin drawing a silly, purposely bad picture of one of the others and letting everyone guess who it was supposed to be. Eventually you were asked again.

You picked dare, and when Hyunjin dared you to kiss somebody on the lips with a smirk on his face, you ooh-ed right along with the rest of the group, in too good of a mood to overthink anything right now. You glanced around the room at all the boys, but you wanted this to be as comfortable as possible, so you were really only considering your two closest friends for it. And since you didn’t feel like getting lipstick on you right now, you quickly got up off of Hyunjin’s lap and crossed the circle to kneel in front of Jisung. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he giggled along with you. You made sure to ask if he was okay with this, and when he nodded you could hear Changbin cackling to one side of you and were well aware of Chan grinning on the other. Then, before you knew it, your lips were on Jisung’s and your hands had found their way into his hair.

Maybe it was the alcohol you’d had – you weren’t really drunk, but definitely tipsy. Or maybe it was a momentary lapse in reason, who knew. But all of a sudden you felt like you were experiencing that cliché shit that’s always described in romance novels or seen in cheesy movies. Like… you genuinely could have sworn that time stopped and the world around you melted away for a second. That was how good it was, and you had not been prepared to feel that way. Jisung’s hair was so fluffy, his lips were so soft, he tasted so sweet, and you wanted to deepen the kiss so badly… but it was over before you knew it, because as soon as his fingers found their way onto the small of your back and you felt his tongue lightly brush your lips, it hit you that you were currently being watched by six other pairs of eyes.

And just like that, the world came back into focus and Changbin’s signature high-pitched giggle penetrated your ears. You pulled away from Jisung and looked at him sheepishly – his mouth was still open, cheeks still flushed. Then you made your way back to the other side of the room. You settled on the floor below the armchair this time, between Hyunjin’s legs, wrapping an arm around one of them as if to ground yourself with it. The rest of the group was laughing and wolf-whistling. You made eye contact with a wide-eyed Han Jisung once more before quickly averting your gaze and clearing your throat when Seungmin reminded you that it was your turn.

“Right,” you laughed, trying desperately to play it cool, and quickly asked Seungmin, who picked dare. You dared him to make what he thought Chan’s orgasm face would look like, earning hysterical laughter and cries of outrage (ahem, Jeongin). Chan himself seemed too stunned to react at all. And just like that your mood began to lighten up once more, though you would have been lying if you’d said you weren’t still thinking about the feel of Jisung’s lips on yours and that little ghost of a touch of his hands on your back. It wasn’t like he’d never touched you before – he did it all the time. But this had been different. Now was not the time though, so you willed yourself to focus on the game. Seungmin had just dared Jeongin to greet Minho like one of his cats once said man arrived. And oh. Right. Minho. There was still Minho to think about. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had been unable to keep your mind off of for months. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had forgotten about for a moment there. 

And as if he had known, just then the second oldest of the boys walked through the door. Your stomach did that somersault thing it always did when you saw him. He made eye contact with you as he entered the dorm with an extra six-pack of beers in one hand. Your heart leapt into your throat as you gave him a small wave… and then he was looking down in confusion at a red-faced Jeongin with a kiss mark on his cheek as well as ribbons and clips all over his hair. The maknae was rubbing against Minho’s legs on all fours, eventually even meowing once after the rest of the group begged him to do so. Minho’s confused expression turned into an amused smirk and he bent down to pat the youngest on the head gently. Jeongin blushed and quickly made his way back to his spot on the floor, where he buried his head in his knees. Chan reached over to ruffle his hair and the group’s giggles that seemingly hadn’t stopped all night grew even louder, reverberating around the room.

The game naturally ceased as regular conversation returned. The group caught Minho up to speed on some of what he had missed while he cracked open a beer – though for some reason no one brought up your kiss with Jisung. You certainly weren’t going to. Minho explained that he’d been intending to arrive earlier, but had had a few things to deal with that had been stressing him out. He then declared that he just wanted to relax and catch up on the drinking a little bit, and that was when Felix got that little glimmer in his eyes once more that told you he wanted to play another game – and sure enough, he suggested Never Have I Ever next.

“Come on, we haven’t played this one in ages!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking around the room for approval. Seungmin nodded his agreement as he sat back down on the floor cross-legged; he had just returned from the kitchen with a couple of bowls of chips he placed in the middle for everyone. You quickly grabbed one of them for you and Hyunjin to share. A few of the others agreed enthusiastically as well while reaching for the snacks themselves. You noticed Minho hadn’t reacted to Felix’s suggestion and the younger Australian quickly addressed him. “Come on, hyung, this’ll get you in the party mood!”

Minho had settled beside Jisung by now, the two of them sitting close together at the foot of a sofa, their backs leaning against it, their legs touching. Jisung nudged Minho in the ribs and encouraged him with a playful “Come on, baby!”, which Minho responded to with an eyeroll and a “Fine.” But a crooked little smile graced his lips and Felix clapped happily.

This particular game was one you had never played with the boys before. You were sure there weren’t many secrets between them, so to them it was probably more a game of exposing each other and targeting individuals to drink rather than actually finding out juicy secrets, but you were bound to learn quite a bit about them and them about you. And mostly everyone seemed to be in quite a spicy mood. The questions went to all sorts of raunchy places that had Jeongin shaking his head, from things as comparatively harmless as “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping” to topics such as sexual experiences and even kinks. Occasionally, innocent questions were thrown in by somebody just to keep it light (and keep Jeongin from losing his mind entirely).

Throughout the game you found yourself sneaking glances over to Jisung without initially being aware you were doing it a lot of the time. In fact, your eyes were on him almost as often as they were on Minho right now, though every time you noticed yourself looking in their direction, you tried to stop. But you couldn’t help but feel Jisung’s eyes on you too, and eventually Minho started eyeing both of you, seeming to have picked up on something. He looked mildly irritated, as if he couldn’t figure out what exactly was going on. When his eyes met yours, you quickly averted your gaze again and tried your best to focus on the game that was happening.

Which became easy once Jeongin spoke up with the next question. The question itself wasn’t shocking, especially given the direction the game had already gone in. It was the fact that it had come from the youngest, who claimed not to want to indulge everyone else’s dirty minds, that made it so surprising.

“Never have I ever had a sex dream involving someone in this room,” he grinned, eyes scanning the group as he himself raised his beer to his lips. You looked up at Hyunjin who smirked, taking a sip as well. Changbin couldn’t hold himself back from shouting “It was about me, right? You can tell them it was about me, Hyunjin-ah, it’s okay!”, which got everyone giggling again. You drank too, but avoided looking at anybody else as you did so. Actually, it seemed like everybody in the room had taken a sip at that question.

Seungmin decided to take it a step further when it was his turn next. “Never have I ever fooled around with anybody in this room,” he stated with a deadpan expression, and your eyes widened in anticipation as you looked up from your beer, trying not to make it too obvious that you were most curious as to whether or not Jisung and Minho would drink. You saw that Minho had a hand resting on Jisung’s thigh by this point. And then, sure enough, the two of them raised their beers to take a sip at roughly the same time, even exchanging a tiny little blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile as they did. You also noticed Jisung’s cheeks turning a light pink. You suddenly became very aware of your heart pounding heavily in your chest.

You did notice a couple of other beers being raised in your peripheral vision, including Hyunjin’s right next to you – you were back on the armchair at this point. But to be completely honest, you weren’t paying enough attention to really register who else was drinking. You would definitely kick yourself for this later, but right now you were simply focused on the confirmation of Jisung and Minho’s relationship being (or at least at some point having been) more than platonic – and what knowing that was doing to you.

You weren’t sure at all how to feel about it, especially because at this point in the night you were painfully aware of how badly you wanted to kiss (and do more than that with) not just Minho, but also Jisung again – that second part you really hadn’t planned on. And maybe it was just the alcohol clouding your brain, but it didn’t really feel that way, because you still weren’t really drunk. You were only taking small sips of beer and drinking lots of water in between.

It was so hard to make sense of what you were feeling. You weren’t jealous of the two of them being with each other. You wanted them to enjoy themselves and be happy, and were glad if they could give each other that. The thing was just that you wanted – like, wanted – both of them too. Badly. You couldn’t deny that at this point. And you were afraid that wasn’t ever going to be possible, nor did you want to get in the way of whatever they had going on.

But then again… you remembered the way Jisung had been looking at you, both after the kiss and several times since then. And as you were thinking about it, your eyes drifted to him and… he was doing it again. Looking at you like that. Looking at you like that with his damn fluffy hair and his damn flushed cheeks and his damn kissable freaking lips. Your heart skipped a beat and your gaze flickered over to Minho. And he looked at you too. And then at Jisung. His eyes kept jumping between the two of you, but he had an eyebrow furrowed, as if he was still trying to figure out just what was happening here. You wished you knew yourself. You gulped and tried to clear your mind, turning your attention back to the game that was resuming now that everyone had gotten all the cheering and whistling out of their system in response to the previous question.

Felix informed Minho that it was his turn, so the latter cleared his throat with a little shake of his head before glancing around the room with that devilish little glint in his eyes you’d come to love so much.

“Never have I ever pissed in JYP’s front yard.” This caused the entire room to burst out laughing, several of them clapping as they did. You clearly were missing some kind of inside joke, but it was pretty self-explanatory once Changbin whined out an “I hate you, hyung” and reached across Jisung’s lap to playfully punch Minho in the thigh. Minho shot him an overly exaggerated crazy-eyed death glare in return. Changbin raised his beer to his lips sheepishly and you joined Hyunjin in his full-body laughter that was shaking the entire armchair again as you pictured the scene. Minho looked around the room with a furtive little smile on his face, like he was really proud of himself.

The game went on for a while longer, the conversation and laughter flowed and you focused on just enjoying yourself once more. However, you still couldn’t prevent your eyes from drifting over to the two boys across from you every so often – just like you couldn’t prevent the jolt of electricity that went through your body every time you caught one of them looking at you too.

Eventually the group moved on to other games, more laughter and chatter, and finally the night seemed to be drifting towards an end as Chan began to yawn, earning him lots of teasing comments from the others (but mostly Seungmin) about how old he was. But then the others started getting quieter and more sleepy bit by bit as well, Hyunjin yawning and stretching overly dramatically every so often. You had been sort of keeping your distance from the two boys you couldn’t keep your mind off of, but had still been surreptitiously observing them. They were in a good mood, both still at fairly high energy levels – particularly Jisung, who kept suggesting more games and didn’t seem to want the night to end. You didn’t want it to either. But eventually, when even Felix became very sleepy, even briefly dozing off sprawled out on one of the sofas with his head on Changbin’s lap, the rest of you knew it was time to get going.

Felix and Seungmin hugged each of you goodbye one by one as you left their dorm. The two of them had had to stop Chan from cleaning up around the room and usher him out despite how tired he was. Minho was the last one out the door, and he couldn’t resist slapping each of the hosts on the butt as he left, even giving Seungmin a little squeeze. They shook their heads with a smile as they shut the door behind him. You sighed. It was silent out here.

You did not feel like a journey home in the middle of the night right now. But you knew that if you needed a place to stay, somebody would definitely let you crash. Chan had already told Felix he would be happy to let you stay over (or pay for a taxi if you preferred to go home) when the younger Australian had showed concern, not wanting to let you leave until he knew you’d be safe. Hyunjin was currently loitering close by you as well, an arm protectively around your shoulder, and you knew he’d have no problem offering you his bed either. You’d stayed at his and Changbin’s dorm previously when it had gotten late after you were all hanging out. In fact, that was where you were intending to go tonight again, and were just about to start heading in that direction with them when Jisung spoke up.

“Y/N, do you want to come hang out with us a little longer? Me and Minho-hyung aren’t that tired yet. You can stay over, don’t worry.” Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. Did he seem… nervous? You couldn’t tell. You glanced at Minho next, but he was just looking back at you blankly, blinking a couple of times.

You’d never spent a lot of time at their dorm before, despite being quite close with Jisung, mainly because you worried about bothering Minho. But as nervous as the thought made you right now, especially after the way the night had gone, you absolutely wanted to spend more time with the two of them – even if you weren’t sure it was smart, exactly.

“Yeah, okay,” you replied, trying your best not to seem overly eager. You turned into Hyunjin’s arms to give him a quick hug goodbye, then the others as well. Chan patted you on the shoulder before he turned to walk back to his dorm with Jeongin. Changbin and Hyunjin skipped away in the opposite direction arm in arm. And that left you in the dimly lit hallway with Minho, Jisung and a racing heart.

“Well, let’s go then,” Minho said and again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You thought there was the slightest ghost of a smile on his lips, but it was dark and he was Minho, so who knew, really. Either way, you followed him as he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. It was a short walk across the courtyard to their dorm and as you entered the cold night air, a brief shiver went through your body. Jisung put an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder, and the two of you walked the rest of the way like that. It wasn’t far, but it was so silent the entire way that it somehow felt longer than it should have. But you were smiling nonetheless. And you were suddenly quite aware of how good Jisung smelled.

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Once inside the boys’ dorm, you were wracking your brain trying to think of something to say to break the silence, but you couldn’t come up with anything and you cursed yourself for it. For once you actually sort of wished you were drunker, so you maybe wouldn’t be worrying so much about embarrassing yourself. Although then again, maybe it was good you weren’t, because who knew what you would say if you weren’t thinking clearly. As it was, you were already pretty sober again and the boys didn’t seem particularly drunk either. Jisung was a lightweight, but he usually sobered up fairly quickly and the night air seemed to have helped him along, while Minho could hold his liquor pretty well and hadn’t ended up drinking that much tonight after all. He got each of you a glass of water, which you gratefully accepted, sitting at their kitchen island and tracing the pattern of the granite with your fingertip.

You looked up and noticed Minho quirking an eyebrow at you. You felt your cheeks get a little hot. You needed someone to speak. Now. This was unbearable. Were they feeling the same way you were? Or were they relaxed? Why weren’t they saying anything? Anything, any topic at all, please. You thought about the evening you’d just had, whether there was something you could use to start a conversation. And then you had it. You took a deep breath and put on a smile.

“So Changbin really pissed in JYP’s yard, huh?” This instantly set Jisung off in a fit of hysterical laughter, doubling over and clutching the kitchen counter for support. You breathed a sigh of relief as you continued. “I need to hear the whole story. Please.” And just like that the tension lifted again as the boys recounted the event, you commenting how badly you wished you’d been there in between giggles.

The conversation naturally moved onto other topics from there and things felt right and normal again between all three of you. These were the boys you’d gotten to know as good friends over the past few months and you even began to wonder what you had been so in your head about all night. The three of you chatted about all sorts of things for a little while and eventually you landed on the topic of movies. When you confessed that you’d never actually seen a Deadpool movie, Jisung was so taken aback he suggested you watch the first one instantly.

And so the three of you ended up on Minho’s bed with the movie playing on his big TV screen. You knew he had one in his bedroom because he loved nothing more than to relax watching an anime when he wanted some alone time. The TV was nicer than the one in the living room and the bed was big enough for the three of you to be comfortable, so here you were. Jisung had instantly sprawled out in the middle, insisting he needed cuddles from two of his most favorite people, and you both gladly indulged him – though you did catch Minho rolling his eyes jokingly as Jisung pulled him down and flung his right arm around his shoulders. You settled against his left side, taking in his scent and giggling at the way his hair tickled your forehead. Then you began to watch the movie.

About twenty minutes into it, you felt your stomach growl a little bit. It was around 2 am; not excessively late yet, since the party had begun fairly early, but you did realize that you hadn’t had a proper meal since this afternoon. You hoped no one had heard you, but either Minho had or he was hungry himself, because not long after, be briefly paused the movie and offered to take a quick walk down the street to the boys’ favorite late-night fast food place to grab something for you all, saying he wanted some fresh air anyway. Jisung quickly nodded eagerly and you confessed you were hungry too. You asked Minho if he wanted any company, feeling bad about sending him out by himself at this time of night, but he said he didn’t mind and told you guys to continue watching; he’d seen the movie enough times anyway. And that was how he ended up leaving you two alone in his bedroom… and all of a sudden your mind was right back in the place you had fought so hard to get it out of earlier.

You tried to concentrate on the movie. You really did. But you weren’t catching a damn thing that was happening on the screen. You were overly aware of every single thing about Jisung – his earthy scent you’d decided you really liked; the way his hair was still brushing against your forehead; the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing; the curve of his collarbone under your head. His heartbeat, which you swore was a little quicker than it should have been. You were also overly aware of your own heartbeat, which was definitely quicker than it should have been and seemed much louder than usual. And suddenly you were terrified that he had noticed it too, that he suddenly knew exactly what was going through your mind. You slowly turned your head, hoping to sneak a glance at his expression and gauge the situation. And he was looking right at you. Your heart stopped momentarily and your belly fluttered in the way that had been reserved for Minho and Minho only up until now. You wanted to look away before it got awkward. You wanted to but you couldn’t, because he was looking at you like that again. Like he had been all night. Like… like he wanted to kiss you again.

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. His eyes flickered to your mouth. Then back up to your eyes. Then back to your mouth. And then he was kissing you. His hands found your waist. One of yours crept up to caress his jaw while the other instantly tangled itself back into the hair you had been dying to touch again all night. You melted into his embrace.

The kiss was sloppy in the most perfect way, your bodies flush against each other. You could feel every part of him, from his hands that were finally resting properly on the small of your back, to his legs that had become entangled with yours, to his tongue – Jisung’s tongue, your friend Jisung’s tongue – to his hipbones, to his crotch, where you felt something twitching and beginning to grow hard. A small moan escaped you. And all of a sudden this was very real. And you remembered that you were in Lee fucking Minho’s bed. You suddenly pulled back a little bit, chest rising and falling rapidly. Jisung’s eyes found yours again, searching.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said breathlessly. For a second you forgot what you were going to say as you looked at him – his messed-up hair, his flushed face, his dilated pupils, his glistening mouth that had tasted so sweet. And oh no, he was biting his lip. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asked, voice full of concern. You had to tell him. You had to be honest before this went any further. It was too weird for you to be doing this. But wow, you did not want to tell him. Especially not when you could be kissing him instead.

“I… I need to be honest with you about something,” you groaned. This was so embarrassing. Was he going to hate you? Tell you it was messed up to have been kissing him when you were harboring feelings for his best friend? Or was it his boyfriend? His sexual partner? Did it matter? Oh god, you didn’t want to ruin it all. But you couldn’t ignore it.

“What is it, baby?” Oh, now why did he have to call you that? Didn’t he realize he was making this even more difficult for you? His eyebrows were furrowed. “Is everything okay?” And it was too late to back out of the truth now, because he was actually worried, and you weren’t going to leave him feeling that way. The mood was probably already ruined regardless. You averted your gaze.

“I… don’t know if we should be doing this. I kind of… um… have a thing for Minho? Oh god.” You could see the corners of his mouth twitch slightly upwards out of the corner of your eye and felt his gaze on your skin like it was burning you. “Don’t look at me. Ugh. I’m so sorry. It was so weird of me to be all over you like this, I don’t know what got into me, I’ve had a crush on Minho for months and I don’t even know what’s going on between you two – not that you need to tell me, I just don’t want to butt in, I promise I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, oh god this is so fucking embarrassing, I can totally understand if you want me to leave, I can call a cab or maybe Hyunjin is still awake and I can go over there instead, just please tell me we can figure out a way to keep being friends, I…” You trailed off. The silence was deafening. Your cheeks were on fire. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You had to look up at him, didn’t you? You did not want to. You swallowed once. And peeked. He was smiling. Why was he smiling? Was he laughing at you? That would be even worse than you’d feared. You were about to turn your eyes away again when he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N.”

“Jisung.”

“Just… take a breath, okay? Everything’s fine.”

“If everything’s fine, why are you laughing at me? Maybe this is amusing to you, but it’s not to me, this is mortifying, I don’t want to lose my friends, I’m so embarrassed right now, I don’t even know what to-”

And all of a sudden you were cut off by his lips again. You quickly pulled back. He moved with you. His eyes were laser focused on your mouth. He looked like he was getting ready to devour you. You wanted to let him so badly.

“Jisung!”

“Y/N!” He was giving you nothing. You groaned. You kissed him. You couldn’t help yourself. You were melting into the kiss again, into him. His tongue was so soft and felt so good in your mouth. Your arms snaked around his waist. His hand made its way to your ass. Your eyes shot open. You detached your lips from his once more and put a little space between your bodies, placing a hand on his chest to ensure the distance was kept this time. You could still feel the heat radiating off of him. It was intoxicating.

“Jisung, we need to focus! Minho will be back any second, this is weird!” You looked at him, trying to convey how serious you were with your eyes, but it was difficult when you were sure you were in just as flustered and flushed a state as he was – and seeing him like that was making it very hard to concentrate. He sighed, but there was still a little smile on his lips.

“Look, Y/N, I wasn’t necessarily expecting it either, but I don’t know, I think I like you.”

“I mean… you were definitely kissing me like you do.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed. “You kissed me first!”

“That’s… true. But in my defense, it was only because Hyunjin dared me.”

“To kiss anybody in the room. Not me specifically.”

“I hate you.”

“I wanted it.” He grinned at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“But… Minho?” You swallowed uneasily.

“What about him?”

“I just told you I like him.”

“I know.”

“Do you like him?”

“Yeah.”

“Does he like you?”

“Yeah.” He said it so nonchalantly. It drove you crazy.

“Don’t you think this is way too complicated?”

“I think you’re making it a lot more complicated than it needs to be.” You smacked your own forehead at his words.

“Now what on earth does that mean?”

“Look, Y/N, the way I see it, it’s kinda simple. I like Minho, so I kiss Minho. I like you, so I kiss you.”

“But I like Minho.”

“Do you like me?”

“I think so.”

“Then kiss me.”

“I want to, but – stop!” He was moving closer again. “Doesn’t it bother you that I like Minho?”

“No, why? Minho’s great. And beautiful. I totally get it.”

“Well, you said he likes you. And I don’t want to, like… cause any problems.” Jisung smiled at your concern. You did not want his pity.

“Look. I know Minho can come across as kind of… possessive? But trust me. He will not be bothered by us hooking up. The only thing he might be bothered by is if we didn’t offer to include him.” You swore you forgot how to breathe for a moment when you heard those words. Jisung clearly noticed your reaction, because his smile widened considerably. He was enjoying this, wasn’t he? You couldn’t even tell if he was being serious. What on earth had you gotten yourself into?

“Did I just hear you right, Han Jisung?”

“You did.”

“You’re suggesting we hook up… with Minho.”

“I am.”

“You want us to hook up. With Minho. You. And me. And Minho. Yes?”

“Yup.” He clearly noticed you were not processing this at all, so he continued. “Did you think I was just hoping to get in a secret quickie with you before he came back? You know the restaurant’s not that far away, right? He’s already been gone longer than I thought.”

“Were you guys… planning something? Is he, like… expecting to come back to this?”

“Nope. But sometimes things happen. And so you go with the flow, you know?”

“You didn’t talk to him about wanting to have… a threesome… with me tonight? That’s not why you invited me over?”

“Nope. We just wanted to hang out. But now I want to have a threesome. Do you want to?”

“I mean… yes? But, like. Will Minho even want to?”

“We’ll ask him.” He made it sound so simple.

“Does Minho even like me?” You were terrified of the answer.

“Don’t know. I know he thinks you’re really hot, though.”

“He told you that?”

“Lots of times.” Oh. Well, that was that. Your brain had officially stopped working. How were you supposed to process this information? And it was almost scary, the way Jisung seemed to be reading your mind right now, because the next thing he said was: “I want you to stop thinking so much about it all. You don’t need to figure it out.”

“I… don’t?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, good.” His voice had become an almost-whisper as he had inched his way closer to you once more, now taking the hand that had been placed on his chest into his own and intertwining your fingers. You could feel the breath coming from his mouth when he spoke. Something in you wanted to protest more – that part of your brain that was such a seasoned overthinker that it short-circuited whenever something interrupted that process. But Jisung wasn’t going to give you a chance to. And honestly, you were grateful to him for it. And so you gave in to the kiss once more. Fully, this time.

You lost yourself in him, let his hands roam your body, let yours roam his in return, every curve, every bone. You felt his chest contracting against yours with each heavy breath he took. When he detached his mouth from yours you almost whined in protest, until he attached it to your neck instead and you forgot everything, focused only on how good his teeth felt on your sensitive skin, saliva everywhere. Your hands slid under his sweater. His skin was so smooth; you could feel the muscles in his back and stomach tensing as you ran your hands all over them, caressing him, incoherent moans escaping you. He was perfect. And he was so good at this. Why was he so good at this?

“Mmh, Jisung. So… good,” you moaned into his hair and he began sucking on your neck even more aggressively at that. His sweater was slipping off his shoulder and you wanted to get him out of it so badly. Your hands reached for the hem of it, began pulling it up… and just then you heard the sound of a key in the lock. And you froze for a moment. Jisung looked up at you. You made eye contact with him. His eyes were glinting like he knew something you didn’t. Like he was almost sure Minho would be happy to join you. Meanwhile you were terrified once again of Minho coming into his own bedroom, finding you in this state with his Han Jisung, and being absolutely disgusted. But the situation was what it was now. And his steps were coming closer to the bedroom. Your belly did a somersault. And he came through the door.

You had moved away from Jisung a little bit and attempted to smooth your clothes down. Regardless of all that, you knew your neck was a mess, so it was probably pointless to even try to look presentable. But it had been an automatic reaction to try and fix your appearance. Jisung had done no such thing. His hair was all over the place, his sweater was still half off, and there was a very obvious erection straining against his jeans. Not to mention the lust-filled grin that was plastered on his face as he looked at the man that had just come through the doorway.

“Hi, Minho,” he grinned.

“Um, hi guys,” the older of the boys responded and you noticed the corner of his mouth quirk up. You looked away quickly when his gaze met yours, hating the fact that you were so nervous again. “What’s going on here?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice as he reached for the remote to pause the movie that was still running. Both you and Jisung couldn’t stop yourselves from chuckling as you realized it had been on this whole time.

“We, uh… might have gotten a little distracted,” you said sheepishly after your giggles had subsided.

“I can see that.” Minho smirked as he observed the state the two of you were in. “Well, there’s fried chicken in the kitchen, but I’m sure it can be reheated later.” You couldn’t help but giggle again at that deadpan statement.

“Minho-hyung.”

“Yes, Han?” Your heart was pounding as you looked expectantly at the beautiful man standing in the doorway. The man you’d dreamed about so many times. The man whose bed you were currently in… with somebody else. Was this the moment you were finally going to get your hands on him? Was something way beyond what you’d ever dreamed of about to happen?

“Do you want to… join us?” And yes. Jisung had really just said those words. There was no going back now. You swallowed as you awaited Minho’s response. He didn’t say anything at first. But he made his way towards the bed. It sunk as he crawled onto it and took his place on the other side of Jisung once more. Jisung could barely contain himself; he was biting his lip again and his hand was already reaching for Minho’s hip, attempting to pull him closer. But Minho looked at you again first.

“Y/N, are you comfortable with this?” And you could tell he was holding back from pouncing – on someone, anyone, either of you, both of you –, just waiting to make sure this was something you really wanted. And you loved him for it. But if he couldn’t tell by now how badly you wanted him, what with the way your eyes were dripping with lust and your chest was heaving as you stared at him, then you were better at acting than you’d thought.

“God, just get in here, Minho.”

He did not need to be asked twice. He pounced. His lips were on yours in an instant and it was everything you’d ever imagined it to be. He was rough in all the right ways and he tasted even better than you could have dreamed. As you ground into Jisung’s hip, he hoisted Minho’s thigh over his other side, attaching his lips to the older boy’s neck. Then he quickly began to unbutton Minho’s shirt as the two of you continued to make out messily, pausing in between for air and to finally help Jisung out of his sweater as well. You’d never seen the younger of the two quite this excited before and it did things to you that you had no words to describe.

Both of them were so beautiful. Both of them smelled so good. Their scents were all over the room as sweat was already mingling, and you briefly pulled away to take your own shirt off as well. Both pairs of eyes were on you as you did so, and you returned the gaze, looking at their bodies in awe. Jisung had begun unbuttoning his jeans now and Minho reached a hand down to stop him.

“Let me.” The way he said those words sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly he was pulling you back towards them as well, shoving you down next to Jisung. You began kissing and biting the younger of the two all over his ear, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere you could reach as Minho took his time unbuttoning the man’s jeans and sliding them down his legs excruciatingly slowly, taking his underwear right along with them.

“Don’t be shy now,” Minho said to you as you stopped what you were doing to look at Jisung’s boner that stood against his belly, twitching in arousal, all but begging to be touched. “I’ve had my fun with it plenty of times. You can get us started.” And so you did. You trailed your hand down towards Jisung’s crotch and around the general area first; his lower body bucked upwards when your fingers brushed the inside of his thigh. He let out a small whine, already breathing heavily, cheeks pink, lips slightly parted. And then you were wrapping a hand around his length, giving it a couple of slow pumps, loving the way it felt pulsing under your palm. Jisung groaned, his eyes fluttering back in his head. You caught Minho watching him in awe and thought you might just about die.

You were very aware of your own wetness pooling in your underwear and your pussy twitching, heat coiling in your lower belly. You leant down to place a few excruciatingly soft kisses around Jisung’s crotch and finally on the tip of his cock, before pulling away to start removing your own pants. Minho took the opportunity to attach his mouth to Jisung’s cock and when you heard the moans coming from the younger man, you felt like you couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. Minho was straddling Jisung’s legs by now and Jisung’s hands were grasping for the other man’s crotch too, attempting to rub him through his pants before awkwardly stretching his body to reach for the buttons and fumbling with them desperately. Minho stopped him, pulling his mouth off of his penis with a pop, then sat up straight and smiled. He kept doing that – smiling like that – and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he did. But Jisung’s whine at the loss of contact pulled your attention back to him for a moment.

“Y/N, take over,” Minho ordered, and you took his place eagerly. As you positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs and bent down to take him into your mouth, you felt the bed shift as Minho presumably got undressed… and then you felt his hands begin to roam you from behind. They went all over your body, helping you out of your bra before sliding your underwear off and tossing it to the side. There was so much going on that you luckily only had a brief moment to feel self-conscious as you knew Minho was inspecting your ass and pussy from the back. His hands were kneading your ass cheeks while Jisung was grabbing at your breasts desperately. At the same time you could feel him thrusting up into your mouth and heard his moans quickening… at which point Minho pulled you off of him and flush against his own naked body instead. You gasped at the feel of his erection against your ass and his hands all over your breasts, kneading, pinching. You turned your head slightly to look at his face, panting. He was smiling at Jisung.

“Not yet, baby,” he told him, before pressing several kisses against your shoulder and the crook of your neck that were so soft you almost burst right then and there, your entire body tingling. You arched your back against him, grinding back against his crotch. His chest was slick with sweat against your back. When he looked up from your shoulder, you tried to catch his lips with yours, but he just teased you with an evil grin before flipping you onto your back next to Jisung once more. You turned your head towards Jisung and the two of you looked at each other, completely breathless. A small giggle escaped you which Jisung quickly reciprocated before pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips. You bit and sucked on his bottom lip for a few moments, then turned your head to look up at Minho as Jisung kept kissing and nibbling along your cheek, your neck, your ear. Your eyes trailed up and down the body of the man you’d been lusting over for months. He looked unbelievable, kneeling over you like that. When your eyes met you couldn’t keep yourself from moaning.

You grasped one of his hands, brought his index finger to your mouth and ran your tongue along it before beginning to suck on it, never breaking eye contact with him as you did so. He was watching you intently. You were aching to be touched. He began to lean down, bringing his face impossibly close to yours. You reached for the back of his neck, ready to pull him into a kiss, already feeling his breath on your lips, so eager to taste his mouth once more… but he stopped just short of it again, smirked at you once, then turned his attention to Jisung.

He pulled Jisung’s face off of you before kissing him passionately, deeply, as you could only watch in awe. It was too much.

Your hand found its way to your pussy and you began rubbing your clit while simultaneously spreading your wetness around your folds. You whimpered at the sight of the two of them messily making out, tongues battling as their naked bodies ground against each other. You squeezed your legs together tightly once before pressing a first cautious finger into your pussy, then a second. Your other hand had made its way to your own mouth and you moaned into your palm softly, holding back a little bit. Still, the boys broke their kiss to look at you. It took everything in you not to look away – you were so overwhelmed, so turned on you thought you might burst, so self-conscious but still unable to stop touching yourself at the sight of them.

“I think Y/N needs some attention, hm?” Minho purred at Jisung. “What do you think? Want to put that tongue of yours to good use?” Jisung began grinning again before sliding his body down the bed a little bit, motioning for you to position yourself on top of his face.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, but he was nodding eagerly before you had even finished your question. Minho took you by the wrist, practically forcing you to stop fingering yourself, and helped you position your body above Jisung’s face, slowly lowering you down until your pussy made contact with the younger’s mouth. You moaned loudly as soon as it did, grabbing onto the bed’s headboard to steady yourself as your body arched in response. Jisung put a hand on each hip to steady you, and as he ate you out, Minho began to give the rest of your body attention again. His hands and lips were all over you, squeezing your nipples, kissing you behind your ear and all down your back, making you shiver all over. He lightly slapped your ass cheeks and came back up right next to your ear to ask you in an excruciatingly seductive tone if that was okay for you. You nodded quickly.

“Yeah?” he asked. “That feel good?”

“Mhmmmm,” you moaned back as he slapped you a couple more times.

“What about Jisung? Is he making you feel good?” You could only respond with unintelligible noises as the younger’s tongue penetrated you deeper at the sound of his name.

“M-Minho,” you brought out breathlessly. You were a bit nervous to ask him for anything, but your arousal overrode your embarrassment. “C-can you scratch me?” You panted. “Please?” You swore you could hear the smirk in his voice when he answered.

“You want me to scratch you, kitten?” You nodded, still moaning and holding onto the headboard for dear life, the muscles in your arms flexing. “As you wish, beautiful.” You barely had time to process the fact that he had just called youbeautiful before his nails were on you. All down your back, along your thighs, your hipbones, everywhere. You moaned even louder. Your body was reacting beyond your control, you could feel the tightening sensation in your lower belly growing exponentially and your legs began to shake so that you wondered if you would even be able to remain upright long enough to orgasm.

“You like that, huh?” Minho spoke, and you nodded wildly, still desperately trying to keep your body stable. He kept going, grinding against your ass, scratching you and peppering you with kisses all over your neck and back while Jisung held you steady with a firm grip on your hips. Your thighs were quivering at this point and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Jisung pulled away for an excruciating moment, placed unbelievably soft kisses on the inside of your thigh, and when his lips and tongue reattached to your pussy once more, it didn’t take long before you went over the edge. Minho had added one of his fingers into the mix, steadily circling your clit with it as Jisung kept eating you out. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as your orgasm washed over you and you let the two of them hold you up as you rode it out, eyes closed in pure bliss until the last of the waves of pleasure had rocked through your body.

Then you slowly lifted yourself off of Jisung with Minho’s help, slumping with your back against the headboard, and looked at the two of them sheepishly. You were well aware your mouth was still open but you were incapable of closing it fully at this point in time. You looked at Minho; he was still wearing that mischievous expression. You looked down at Jisung, who was wiping your juices off of his lips, sucking them off his own fingertips as he made eye contact with you. Then you broke into a smile.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed. The boys laughed. It was silent for a couple of seconds save for the sounds of all your heavy breathing.

“Are you done, baby?” Minho asked from where he knelt in front of you.

“God no,” you responded, earning more chuckles from the two of them. “Just give me a moment.” Your chest was still falling and rising rapidly while your body felt so heavy and sensitive that you didn’t think you could move just yet. “Can you keep yourselves busy for a few minutes?” They both looked at you as if that was a stupid question and instantly were all over each other once more. Jisung grabbed Minho by the hips and pulled him down until he was straddling him. They began to make out desperately, hips grinding against each other, pornographic sounds coming from both of their mouths.

Jisung’s hand found its way between Minho’s legs and when the older of the two broke the kiss briefly to throw his head back, squeeze his eyes tightly shut and let out a strangled moan, you nearly lost it. The veins in his neck were very visible and he had never looked better. No. You most definitely were not done with them yet.

You watched them for a few minutes more, taking in every detail. Jisung’s smooth body, the muscles in his arms tensing up as he had one hand buried in Minho’s crotch, the other wrapped around his ass to hold him down against him. Minho’s thighs on either side of him. God, those thighs. You were feeling your own arousal begin to build quickly again and cautiously reached down to touch yourself once more, slowly letting yourself get accustomed to the sensation again without overwhelming your still very sensitive body.

You ached to taste Minho again, to shove your tongue in his mouth, to get your hands on him, on his dick which you had yet to have your fun with. You began crawling towards him, reached a hand into his hair, gently turned his head in your direction. His half-lidded eyes met yours and there was that smile again. You tried to pull his face towards you, but just before his lips met yours, he moved them to your neck instead. You groaned.

“What’s- ah! What’s wrong, kitten?” he brought out breathlessly in between moans as Jisung kept pumping his hand up and down his cock. You looked down at it until Minho used his spare hand that wasn’t currently clutching onto Jisung’s shoulder to pull your face back up by your chin and force you to look into his eyes. “What do you need?” As he said that, he trailed his hand down your front until he reached your pussy, where he began slowly circling your clit once more with two of his fingers.

“Mmh- Minho, oh god.” A shiver went through you and you closed your eyes to let the sensation fully wash over you. He was using just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed excruciatingly slow circles over your clit and you forgot everything else for a moment.

“Tell me, kitten,” he huffed out.

“M-Minho… need… you,” you panted. Your hips were bucking in his direction every time he completed a circle and you wanted to feel him inside of you immediately. “P-please. Just fuck me.” You opened your eyes to look at him again. He had reached his other hand down to stop Jisung jerking him off and caressed the younger man’s hand gently before reaching past him to the bedside table, where he retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He looked down at his roommate lovingly, then back up at you.

“Jisung’s been waiting a little longer than me. Don’t you think we should let him go first?” You looked at Jisung and his eyes were so wide, so full of desire. Minho didn’t even wait for your response before he unwrapped the condom and began to slowly pull it down over Jisung’s cock, which you noticed was twitching and already dripping precum. You felt your mouth begin to water, despite the devastating loss of Minho’s fingers on your clit. When he had finished putting the condom on the younger man, he moved to lay down next to him again. “What do you think, Jisungie?” Minho asked him, running a finger down his stomach, trailing it between his legs, grazing his cock, causing Jisung’s hips to jerk upwards.

“Mmh… Y/N. Can I? Can I f-fuck you?” He was panting. He looked incredible. You nodded and moved to straddle him. Who were you to turn him down?

“God, please,” you breathed out, but just before you could settle on top of him, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over so you were on your back beneath him instead. Your head hit the pillow and you glanced to the side to make eye contact with Minho for a moment. He was licking his lips and moved to stroke your cheek with his hand. You leaned in towards him, but he gently pushed your face back to look at Jisung instead. You complied, your initial frustration forgotten quickly as your eyes settled on the younger of the two who was now towering over you. He had reached up to push a hand through his hair and the muscles in his arm flexed tantalizingly as he did so.

You reached your hands up to run them over his chest and stomach, feeling every breath that he took. His skin was hot and slick with sweat and you reached up to his neck to pull his face down to meet you. His mouth was on yours in an instant, his tongue pushing into your mouth eagerly. Your breath was already quickening from the exhilaration of the kiss alone. When you felt his hand reach down to grasp himself and slowly begin to position his cock at your entrance, it sped up even more in anticipation. You reached your own hand down to spread yourself for him.

He slowly pushed into you and each little bit further he went sent new waves of pleasure radiating out from your stomach through your entire body. He already felt so good and he had barely even begun.

“Mmh… feel so good, baby…” he groaned as if he was reading your mind again, eyes closed, mouth open as he continued pushing into you until he bottomed out. Then, slowly at first, he began to thrust.

“Oh fuck,” you couldn’t contain your moans. “Jisung!” His hands were on either side of your head now, grasping the pillow for support. Yours were on his ass, pulling him closer, pushing him deeper into you as you slid your hips up and wrapped your legs around his back to find just the right angle. You closed your eyes for a moment, just feeling him, the indescribable sensations going through your body. Both your voices filled the room in time with his thrusts as he settled into a rhythm.

You heard Minho groaning next to you too and when you turned your head to look at him once more, you saw he was slowly stroking his own cock while looking at the two of you. Knowing he was getting off on watching you both amplified your pleasure tenfold and you didn’t even know where to look at this point. You wanted to see both of them. But Jisung enclosed your mouth in yet another desperate kiss, taking the decision off your hands as he continued to thrust into you, though you could already feel his movements speeding up and becoming slightly more erratic as he whined into your mouth in pleasure.

You bucked your hips up to meet his movements and help him keep the pace. He pressed his forehead against yours as he moaned your name against your mouth. You reached one of your hands up to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He grabbed your hand with his own and intertwined your fingers against the pillow next to your head. You felt Minho begin to place soft kisses all over both of your hands as he continued to writhe against the sheets next to you, still stroking himself agonizingly slowly. You could see his chest rise and fall out of the corner of your eye.

Meanwhile Jisung’s movements were becoming even more frantic. His hand was still on yours, squeezing tight, but he buried his face in your neck again, allowing your skin to swallow up the sounds still coming from his mouth.

“Mm- so close, baby,” you felt him groan out, the vibrations from his lips shooting through your entire body. “So… close…” He turned his head to meet Minho’s face in a hungry kiss, then looked back at you, the veins in his neck popping out, jaw clenched from how hard he was trying not to cum right now. Yet he didn’t slow his movements down.

“Let go, baby,” you whispered, squeezing his ass hard with the hand that was still resting there. And that was all it took. With a few final big thrusts, you felt his cock pulse inside you as he hit his climax, until his movements gradually slowed down. He was panting against your neck again, still holding onto your hand for the final few sporadic, lazy thrusts before he pressed one more kiss to your neck, then came back up to your face to attach his lips to yours again for a moment. Finally he pulled himself out of you, collapsing next to you and trying to catch his breath. You grinned at him and stroked his cheek affectionately. He laid there with his eyes closed for a few moments more before blinking them open and looking at you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen so fast!”

“It’s- oh! It’s o-kay… mmh…” Minho’s hand had latched onto your pussy so fast you barely had time to register it as the sensation overwhelmed your body. You reached down to stop its movements before you completely lost your mind again. “I still have this one to get through, after all.” You cocked your head in Minho’s direction and grinned at Jisung, who was wiping sweat off his forehead, where his hair had started to curl slightly. Minho had moved his attention to your breasts, kissing them, then between them, then your belly, then your hipbones.

“Still sorry,” Jisung panted. “I wanted to make you cum.” He pouted a little bit.

“You already did, remember?” He smiled at that.

“Don’t worry, Jisungie, you can still help,” Minho purred, looking up at him. “Do you need more of a break?” he asked you, and when you instantly shook your head he chuckled a little bit before retrieving another condom from the bedside table, sitting up to slide it over his own dick this time. You watched, entranced, until he lifted your face up by the chin with a finger and smirked at you in that way he always did again. You swore you could have cum just from that. He reached down between your legs once more and you could feel yourself trying to squeeze your thighs shut against your control as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

“Minho,” you warned him, breathing heavily. “Not like this. Need you inside me.” He complied, removing his hand from your pussy and rubbing it over your thigh once instead before leaning down to press a kiss to your hipbone again and nip at it a couple of times.

“Where do you want me, baby?” he asked as a shiver went through your body. You took a moment to ponder.

“Lay down,” you decided. “Want to ride you.” He complied.

As his head hit the pillow, Jisung began to kiss and nip at his upper body while you positioned yourself on top of him. His hands quickly gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging into them as you took his cock into your hand, loving the way it felt, and gave it a couple of strokes, which it responded to as if it had a mind of its own. Your other hand reached for your pussy to spread it again and rub your wetness around a little more before positioning Minho’s cock at your entrance.

Then, ever so slowly, you began to lower yourself onto it. A guttural moan came from deep inside Minho’s chest as he shut his eyes for a moment. Now it was your turn to smirk as you slowly took him all the way inside of you before beginning to slide up and down on his cock. He looked even hotter beneath you than you’d ever imagined, than you’d ever thought possible. When he opened his eyes again and looked at you, the eye contact while feeling him inside of you nearly drove you insane.

Jisung was currently squeezing Minho’s bicep while sucking on his neck. You leant down, hoping to kiss Minho while still keeping your hips moving up and down steadily. Just before your mouths connected, he placed his hand at your lips and shoved his finger back in your mouth instead. You were going to go crazy if he didn’t kiss you soon. You hated it. You loved it. It only made you hungrier for him. You sucked and bit at his finger eagerly, relished in his grunts, then sat back up straighter, throwing your head back.

You were starting to get tired but you could not stop going, feeling your pleasure building and building, even more so when Minho began scratching you again, on your back, your thighs, your hips. You arched your back, shut your eyes, moaned his name. He kept his hands on your hips now and slowly his grip began to tighten, holding you down until you couldn’t move anymore. Then he pulled himself up until he had his arms around you tightly and his face at your breasts, kissing them, sucking on your nipples one after the other, licking a stripe up your neck. Then he was lifting you off of him.

“Turn around,” he instructed. “On your knees. Jisungie, you want to help?” The younger nodded excitedly. “Good. Get below them. You can help keep them steady.” Jisung complied. You were straddling his thighs again as Minho gently pushed you down so you were on all fours, hands on either side of Jisung’s head, faces dangerously close together. Then Minho positioned himself behind you again, this time lining himself up with your entrance, asking if you were ready and slowly pushing his cock inside of you once more when you told him you were.

The moan that left your body was the loudest one yet as he bottomed out inside of you, instantly hitting a very deep angle. Jisung swallowed your sounds up hungrily, mouth all over yours. Then Minho grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back. Your upper body slid down a little until your face was on Jisung’s chest and all three of you rocked along with the entire bed as Minho thrust into you steadily. Jisung’s hands moved from your hips, where he had been holding you in place, to your breasts and began to play with them while you moaned into his burning skin. You were sure the two men were looking at each other over your head and just the thought of that turned you on even further, if that was possible.

Minho held your wrists in place with only one hand as the other scratched down your back slowly once, causing a shiver and eliciting more moans, before he used it to repeatedly slap and knead your ass in time with his thrusts. One of Jisung’s hands reached down to your clit and you knew you were going to be done for very soon.

You were trying to moan out names – either of theirs, both of theirs. You were trying to say “theretherethere ohgod right there”, you were trying to say “fasterharderpleaseohfuck” – but what came out of your mouth was fully incoherent at this point. It didn’t seem to matter, because Minho was clearly on the same wavelength as you. You were aware of his grunts and groans growing more frequent, you were aware of his hips smacking against your ass faster and faster as he fucked you harder, deeper, hitting just the right spot over and over, and you were aware of your pleasure building and building until it felt almost impossible to bear.

“Gonna… cum…” you managed to groan out against Jisung’s sweaty skin, and just before you did, Minho pulled your body back up against his. His movements slowed again for a brief moment, and then he was turning your face towards his and before you could process what was happening, his lips finally consumed yours – deeply, intimately, passionately. When his thrusts sped up again your climax hit you so fast and hard you almost bit down on his tongue, nearly screaming into his mouth as your pussy clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure tumbling through your trembling body. When it finally started to slow down and your soul reentered your body, you were so grateful for Jisung holding onto your thighs below you, because you might have fallen over otherwise.

“Almost… there…” Minho groaned against your mouth. “Hold… on… baby.” Your hands curled into fists as you steadied yourself against Jisung’s chest, focusing on how hot Minho sounded when he was desperate like this, knowing you would let him fuck you for as long as he needed no matter how much it took out of you. But he came not long after with a shaky moan, hands holding your hips in place as he rutted into you frantically, then slower, slower, until he stopped. His forehead rested against yours. You both stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed. Then he kissed you once more, so softly this time, before pulling out of you, smoothing your hair down gently with one hand.

You collapsed half-on top of Jisung and he chuckled into your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temples and the top of your head. You felt Minho’s lips ghost against the scratches on your back once, twice, three times before he collapsed next to the two of you as well, resting his head against Jisung’s shoulder.

There was silence for a little bit. You felt so heavy, in the best way. The world around you seemed muted, like everything had been dipped into candlelight – not just your vision but your hearing as well, the sounds of the boys’ breathing muffled as the blood rushing through your head finally started to slow down.

Jisung rested a hand on your back and you were so sensitive to the touch you almost jerked away from it, but once you got used to it, it felt so good, grounding you. His naked body beneath yours was warm and comfortable. You slowly fluttered your eyes open again and looked at Minho across from you. You reached out to touch his face, caress his cheek gently, then turned your face down to Jisung’s chest to press a kiss to it. Then you rolled onto your back, legs still intertwined with Jisung’s, and looked up at the ceiling. Just like before when you guys had first entered the dorm, you were the one to break the silence, but this time it wasn’t awkward.

“Wow.” A single word. And all three of you huffed out little laughs, looked at each other – and you had never been happier, never felt more blissful, more relaxed, more at home. You couldn’t have wiped the smile off your face even if you’d wanted to. After another moment you spoke again. “Um, we might need to try watching that movie again another time.” The sound of the boys’ soft laughter filled your heart with joy and your stomach fluttered again. You loved the way it felt this time.

“You’re both so fucking hot,” Jisung said out of the blue and you and Minho both grinned.

“You’re fucking hot, baby,” Minho told him in return and you could only nod your enthusiastic agreement.

After a little more comfortable silence, Jisung slowly began to shift you both off of him, announcing he wanted to take a quick shower. He asked if anyone else wanted to but you informed him you couldn’t stand just yet and Minho agreed with you, so once Jisung had left, he pulled you into his arms instead. His skin felt so good against yours, so comforting. He played with your hair as you listened to the sounds of the water hitting the tiles in the shower and after a while Minho mumbled “You really are beautiful” against the skin of your temple. You turned your head up to kiss him and he reciprocated with no hesitation. There was none of the urgency from before and it was incredible in its own way, soft and sweet and perfect.

After another little while you became vaguely aware of the sound of a hairdryer at the edges of your drifting consciousness, and by the time Jisung returned you both were half asleep already, Minho’s arms tight around your middle as he spooned you from behind. You were aware of Jisung turning the TV off before he crept into the bed beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open once, met his and you both smiled before he reached over to the nightstand to turn out the light and settle down on his back. You laid your head against his chest, inhaled him deeply, draped an arm across his stomach and let his heartbeat lull you to sleep. It didn’t take long.

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When you woke up the next day to daylight cautiously peeking in through a gap in the curtain, still very much tangled up in both Minho and Jisung’s bodies, you panicked for a second. But laying here with them was so soothing that you didn’t let yourself think about your worries for long, instead listening to their deep, steady breathing and letting their scents envelop you.

It wasn’t too long until they began to stir as well, blinking their eyes open not long after each other. And the way they both smiled when they took in where they were and who they were with told you everything you needed to know: this had not been a mistake. And it also would not be the end of it. If their gentle, content expressions hadn’t been enough to convince you of that, the way they softly greeted you and each other and the lazy kisses and cuddles that ensued certainly were, as well as the rest of the slow morning (or, well, afternoon) you spent together. You took your time cuddling, chatting, getting ready, eating some breakfast that Minho prepared for you all.

You didn’t talk about the situation in depth yet, but you felt no rush to. In fact, for once in your life, you didn’t want to try and rationalize or understand everything. The only thing you all did confirm was that you had enjoyed yourselves immensely and wanted to spend a lot more time together – and that was enough for now.

When you ran into Felix on your way home that afternoon, you still hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off your face that you’d been wearing all day. You stopped to chat for a few moments and you could tell he wanted to ask, but you also figured from the way his eyes were twinkling that he maybe already had an idea. Either way, you told him you’d catch up with him and the others again later – that you wanted to go home and freshen up and take a little time to yourself for now. But just before you left, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and grinned at him.