#nct poly

Mark leaned against Johnny, his body relaxed against his lover's shoulder. Johnny, on the other hand, had his arm protectively around Mark's shoulder. m/n was at the other side, his head resting on Johnny's chest. His fingers traced patterns on Mark's arm, his eyes closed as he listened to the calming rhythm of Johnny's heartbeat.

"I love you guys," Mark whispered softly, his voice like velvet against their skin. Johnny opened his eyes and gazed fondly at his two precious ones. "We love you too, baby," he replied, his voice husky with emotion.

M/n opened his eyes and smiled, his dimples deepening. "You make me the happiest person in the world," he said, his voice as sweet as honey. They fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own blissful reverie.

Mark felt an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over him. He had everything he could ever want: the love of his life, the companionship of his best friends, and the unwavering support of his fellow NCT members. He glanced up at Johnny and m/n, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. "I'm so grateful to have you both in my life," he whispered, his voice barely a breath. Johnny nuzzled the top of Mark's head.

"You deserve all the love and happiness in the world," he said, his voice gruff with love. m/n leaned forward and kissed Mark gently on the forehead. "We're so lucky to have you," he murmured, his voice like a soothing lullaby. They spent the rest of the evening cuddled up together, watching movies and sharing secrets until drowsiness crept over them.

One by one, they drifted off to sleep, their hearts filled with an unbreakable bond and an immeasurable love that would forever intertwine their destinies. As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, m/n awoke to the sound of soft snoring beside him. He smiled as he watched Mark and Johnny sleeping peacefully, their bodies curled up together like two halves of a whole.

He knew that whatever challenges life threw their way, they would face them together, as a united front. Their love for each other was an unyielding force that would sustain them through the toughest of times and give them strength to overcome any obstacle. With a newfound sense of purpose, m/n slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen. He wanted to make breakfast for his two beloveds, to show them how much he appreciated their love and support. As he whipped up a fluffy pancake batter, he hummed a cheerful tune, his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and gratitude.

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“Because I want to tell you something, but I don’t know how to bring it up to all of you at the same time,” she confessed, making them sit on the bed while she walked in circles, biting her nails nervously. Maybe if only two out of four rejected her absurd proposal it would’ve felt less humiliating. 

“Are you pregnant?” Yuta asked, making her stop and glare at him. 

“What the hell, no,” she replied, shaking her head. “It’s about Taeyong’s idea.” 

“Uhm,” Johnny hummed, rubbing his thigh. “I thought we agreed with that, right? Did you change your mind?” 

“No, I didn’t. I want to try something, but, I— you promise you won’t judge me?” 

They looked at her and then at each other with a furrow but nodded anyway. “Why would we?” 

“Because we have never done anything of that kind and it’s… potentially embarrassing, but I want to try and I also need to just turn my brain off.” 

“Okay. Isn’t this all about doing something new? Just tell us,” Yuta encouraged her, resting his elbows on his knees without dragging his eyes away from her. 

She took a deep breath, scratching her neck nervously, and then whispered, “I want to try free use.” 

“What?” Johnny asked.

“See! You said you wouldn’t judge!” 

“We barely heard you,” he defended. 

“Oh come on, you heard that right.” 

“Free use?” Yuta asked to make sure, and she hummed, torturing her nails. 

“Yeah… and for the whole weekend...for now…” 

“Oh, wow, you are stressed,” Johnny chuckled, making her sigh and sit between them, hiding her face into Yuta’s chest. 

“Hey, it’s fine,” her older boyfriend reassured her, caressing her back. “I think that’s kind of hot. Never truly thought about it, but why not, we can try. We need to set some rules first.” 

“Are you sure you don’t think I’m weird?” She pulled away, this time playing with Yuta’s fingers to ease the tension.

“Yes, we will never find you weird. And you’re right, I think it can help all of us destress a little,” Johnny said. “Now, can we talk with the others?” 

She hummed, standing up, still without letting go of Yuta’s hands, and walked out of the room with them at her sides.  

“What happened?” Taeyong asked, lifting his gaze from the book he was reading, and stopping for a second of caressing Jaehyun’s hair while the younger was laying on his lap. 

“Nothing. She needs to tell us something,” Johnny explained, sitting on the other end of the couch, dragging her on top of him, while Yuta sat right beside him. 

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” Jade stopped them as soon as Jaehyun resurrected from slumber to stare at her with wide eyes and Taeyong’s jaw almost fell on the floor. “I wouldn’t give that news splitting you.” 

“Oh, you worried me for a second,” Taeyong whispered. 

“You gave me hope for a second,” Jaehyun joked. 

“I think this will make you happy just as much,” Yuta joked, caressing her thigh, rubbing his thumb on her covered skin. 

“So?” Taeyong asked, tilting his head, eyes moving back and forth on his partners with curiosity. 

“It’s about the whole exploring new things, you know?” 

They hummed, eager to hear where this was going.  

“Well, I want to try free use…” she whispered, not knowing how to feel, unable to read their reactions. “Are you disgusted, or do you not know what it is?” 

 “I’m not sure it’s what I think it is,” Taeyong confessed. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“It’s pretty much what the name says, you can fuck me any time you want.” 

“Any time?” 

“Well, we have to set some rules but considering how horny and stressed I am, I think it would be weird for me not to be the one jumping on you.” 

“But like… without asking?” 

She nodded. “You already have my consent,” she explained, “and you are free to not go all the way.” 

“Oh,” Jaehyun whispered. “Like… like a doll?” 

She chuckled. “Yeah. You really didn’t know about it?” 

“No? Do I look like I would be into it?” Maybe, that sounded tempting, and he surely had heard something before, he just didn’t know it was a kink, and he didn’t know it worked like that. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be this shy about this,” she replied with a chuckle on her lips. 

“Yeah, as if you wouldn’t have her anywhere and anytime always,” Johnny joked. 

“Shut up, I never thought of just starting without asking.” 

“To make it safer people usually pick other things that signal consent,” Yuta explained. “For example, a given shirt could mean completely free use, while another one to check-in before doing anything, and another one would mean that she doesn’t want to. As horny as she can be, going at it for so long might be exhausting, so it’s a safer way to still keep the exciting parts of the whole free-use thing without crossing lines.” 

“Yeah, that’s great,” Taeyong spoke after a while, mind already running imagining things. 

“So, are you okay with this?” She asked, looking at her other two boyfriends, waiting for their consent with anticipation. 

“Yes.” 

At the start, they were all too hesitant for Jade’s liking, it wasn’t even about the thrill of wanting to try it out, it was cause she was scared they were forcing themselves into it when they didn’t find it hot at all. The most they did were shy touches and some more heated kisses, but all the fun stopped there. 

Yuta was the first one to make a real move. He didn’t even intend to try it out that way, and that day, but when he came downstairs after finishing writing an article and saw her sleeping on the couch he couldn’t help but stop and stare in awe. White long socks covering her to her knees, a skimpy short skirt barely hiding her ass, and a warm sweater as a top. He found the contrast quite absurd but it was such a typical thing of her, even when they were outside she almost never wore tights under her skirt —at least they were longer than this sexy trap she pulled out when she wanted to act too shy to explicitly beg for a good fuck. ‘I’m not cold on my legs. My feet? Yes. My feet are always cold, and my nipples get hard at the slightest blow of a breeze but my legs are fine,’ she had explained to him when he asked one time, and he had tried to dissertated how at night when she pulled all the covers on her, leaving him freezing she was cold, but now, cold or warm, it didn’t really matter. 

“Is she really sleeping?” Yuta muttered to himself, studying her expression, flushed face against the couch, curls covering most of it to truly understand if she was asleep or not. But then his eyes landed on the bracelet on her wrist, the silver one they decided signaled free consent, and trying to hold back became harder. This was part of the play, right? 

“Every time, I mean it, even when I’m sleeping if I have this on.” Her words resonated in his brain, but he still felt there was something wrong, she was sleeping, and he felt weird about it, so he decided that maybe he could try it out later. But when she moved around, skirt rising up and bare ass in full display, it got harder to contain himself. 

So one of his hands slipped on her leg, brushing her through her socks before meeting the naked skin that was, weirdly enough, warm before creeping up on her ass. But one more movement brought him out of his trance, hand retracting as if he had been caught stealing, and he got up again, walking back and forth like a madman. 

And while he was so torn between his doubts and morals, a voice distracted him. 

“Hi,” she whispered, voice hoarse because of the sleep, and face signed with the marks of the sofa. 

“Hi,” Yuta said back, waiting for her to talk, to invite him, but she didn’t. Of course, not, that was the point of it. No words spoken, not at the moment at least. But she did something before turning around and giving him his back, the tingling of the bracelet hanging from her wrist dangling out of the couch was the sign he was waiting for. 

So with less hesitant steps, Yuta moved closer to her, legs trapping her under him, seeing her eyes were open, partially at least, she still had the fucked out sleepy look on her face but also a victory smirk on her lips.

That was what she was waiting for. 

And while he found himself there, Yuta thought that maybe that was what he was waiting for too. There was something about watching her sleep, not only now, but always. The way she was totally relaxed, the way her lips puffed slightly and her lashes rested on her cheeks. Yuta couldn’t deny he had found himself staring more than once. But this, her skin so exposed and her body so vulnerable for something so delicate to happen, sparked a new flame inside him. 

Yuta pushed the skirt up, folding it on her back, revealing that nothing else was covering her, and traced his fingers on her soft ass, eliciting soft, muffled whimpers already and making her hips shift side to side once. He got she wasn’t totally asleep, but tired enough to don’t even try to take an active role in it. Yuta didn’t mind, he actually loved that she trusted them enough to try something like this. 

He moved back a bit, standing over her knees, while his hands cupped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart. “Fuck,” he murmured when her wetness glistened, slowly dripping down her folds. “You’re so wet.” 

He had no idea how he could fight the urge to pull out his hard dick and push into her right away, but he did. It was probably because he wanted to feel her more, to don’t risk fucking her awake with strong thrusts he couldn’t control. So he easily slipped two fingers inside her, pussy welcoming him as if she had been waiting just for that. A low moan breathed out of her lips, and he could barely see her nails scratch against the couch under her but no other reaction came from her, except her walls squeezing around his digits. 

His head rolled back at the sight of his fingers stretching her out and the cum coating them white. He should’ve been used to it but he gave up by now, accepting that this love-haze was going to last forever. His other hand wrapped around her waist, kneading the flesh, just like he was used to doing always, knowing how much she loved physical contact, and as a clear answer, another sound of approval rolled out of her lips.

Yuta kept pumping his fingers in and out, maintaining a slow rhythm, and casually moving his thumb on her clit, watching with a grin on his face as her ass arched back. He didn’t even care at this point as if she was truly sleeping or just pretending, it didn’t matter as long as her body reacted that well. 

At the start, she planned on staying in that blurred state between sleep and wake, but, somehow, the small touches were lulling her back into a deep state of slumber. It surely was caused by all the stress that weighed on her shoulders, but this felt especially nice and sleep-inducing. And when the first orgasm hit, she could only feel a striking sensation under her skin, making her tremble in his hold. 

Yuta moaned, pumping his fingers a few more times before getting up to leave his pants and underwear on the floor, sitting on top of her in a second. He wasted no seconds pushing into her, reaching down until his abs pressed against the soft flesh of her ass. But he didn’t start moving. He leaned down, moving her hair to the side, finally fully seeing her beautiful, relaxed face, leaving kisses all over it, on her cheeks, on her lips, until he reached her neck, moving the top to the side to nibble between her neck and shoulder. He stayed still for a while, enjoying the sensation of intimacy this moment emanated. Oddly enough the house was also pretty quiet, even if they were all home, except for Jaehyun. 

But his mind got swiftly brought back to her when her walls clenched around him. He let out a deep groan, forehead falling against her shoulders, inhaling her scent while he started moving, dragging his hips back and forth slowly. When he glimpsed at her, he was sure she was fully back to sleep, eyes completely shut and breath steady. That thought made something inside him click, moving back to envelop her waist with his hands, squeezing tight. 

Yuta was enjoying it much more than he expected just twenty minutes before. He felt like his head was clouded by desire, there was something about the way she looked right now. He loved her usual outburst of energy. Especially in bed, she was a lot, so he had no idea what part of his brain was turning him on so much seeing her like that. 

Her small movements, barely perceptible, were driving him insane; her mumbled whimpers, her ass pushing back against him every now and then, her hands scratching against the couch. He still tried to keep his rhythm steady and slow cause there was something romantic in all of this and he didn’t want that magic to disappear. 

Yuta loved fucking her like this, he loved it even when she laid prone bone and didn’t stand on her knees, but right now it wasn’t what he wanted, and he cursed her for picking the worst sleeping position possible. He wanted to see her, to watch her chest move up and down, maybe even open her top to reveal her breast, but he didn’t know if it was worth the risk. 

“Oh, fuck it,” he murmured after thinking about it for a few moments, pulling out slowly, and gently trying to turn her over. 

“Yuta…” she mumbled, blinking her eyes before rubbing them with the back of her hands. 

“Shh, it’s me. Are you tired?” 

She hummed, staring at him with half-lidded eyes. “I… Yuta,” she breathed out, eyes closing again and hips lifting up against him. 

“Go to sleep, babe. You’re exhausted,” he shushed, caressing the hair that stuck to her forehead back, kissing her lips, and sinking into her again. “Let me fuck you back to sleep, would you?” He hummed, caressing her cheek with circular motions and doing the same on her hip, it always worked when she needed to relax and it was working even now. Only a faint ‘yes, please,’ rolled on her tongue before her eyes closed again. 

Yuta held back the loud moans, a shaky hand moving to unbutton the first button of the sweater. The material was soft enough that her boobs were visible with no need to undress her more. They weren’t even completely exposed, but Yuta liked the desperation of this, of clothed sex. He liked that he could only partially see her skin while her soft tits bounced with his slow strokes, and his brain spun just seeing how hard her nipples were, peeking against the midnight blue of her cardigan.

Yuta truly wanted to take it slow and don’t rush things up and wake her up, he was already surprised by the fact that she didn’t do it, yet. Jade had never been a heavy sleeper, actually, she was one that got up at the lightest of sounds. And the only logical thought that she was so stressed that she needed to relax so much actually made him sad for a brief moment until he realized he was helping with that and his thrusts picked back up where they had stopped. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore, if she was stressed they were all just as much, and that was all he needed to distress. He didn’t even know how much she could feel of this, but now that her pussy was clenching around him tighter, and her chest was panting while her lips were parted to let out moans, he imagined she felt everything. And everything mixed together was what pushed him over the edge, coming inside of her with harder thrusts that finally woke her up again. 

Yuta stared at her, trying to calm his breath, still buried inside of her, watching her rub her nose and stretch, legs still shaking from the orgasm that must’ve woken her up. 

“Hi,” Jade mumbled, a sleepy, small smile on her face as she looked back at him. 

Yuta chuckled, caressing her hair, and kissing her. “Hi. Less tired?”

She shook her head. “Not really, maybe you can make me fall asleep another time.”  

The day after, it was Johnny the one who made another move. Jade was in the kitchen, a vinyl playing in the living room while she hummed to the songs and sorted all the ingredients to bake a cake. The house was empty except for her and Johnny, but she had no idea where he was, after breakfast and a shower, she didn’t see him anymore. 

He was there, leaning against the doorframe, silently watching her swing her hips to the tune. He loved when she wore these types of dresses that highlighted her curves, hugging her body perfectly, and that was one of his favorites, antique pink, short sleeves reaching mid-shoulder, bottoms on the front, and a queen Anne neckline. 

When she turned around, she screamed, bowl almost falling to the floor. “You scared m—” 

“Shh,” Johnny whispered, placing a finger on her mouth, a brief moment of hesitation glinting in her eyes before it clicked. Things weren’t as hectic as she expected them to be, so the whole free-use thing was starting to slip out of her mind too. “Keep baking,” he ordered, turning her around again, his big hands placed on her hips. “I love this dress,” he whispered, starting to kiss her neck while he pulled it up with slow tugs at the hip height, “makes you look like a milf.” 

“Johnny,” she lamented, even if she found that compliment hot. “Hey,” she said when he slapped her ass. 

“You’re forgetting too often it’s daddy for you, mommy,” he groaned before biting her earlobe, “but anyway, I don’t want to hear you talk. Bake.” 

She nodded swiftly, luckily for her she had everything she needed within easy reach, and only had to add the ingredients in the Thermomix, but Johnny was distracting, too much for her to do her tasks without shaking and already dripping between her legs. 

“I was watching you for so long, and you didn’t even notice…” he whispered, cupping her breast, smiling when he didn’t feel a bra. “Are you that naïve? So unaware of your surroundings? Do you have any idea of how hot you are?” 

She didn’t reply, breath faltering in her throat, and ass pushing back as the only response, a groan trapping in her mouth when she felt his hard cock press against her. 

“Of course, you do, pretty doll knows exactly how to get us hard for her,” he teased, fingers lingering on her skin, making her shiver. 

The way he was talking about her in the third person shouldn’t have turned her on as it did, but well, she shouldn’t have even been surprised anymore. 

“Let’s see if this doll is only pretty or if she can do something,” he whispered before she could feel him struggle with his pants, only pulling his dick out after pushing her dress up, fixing it on her hip. 

She bit back a moan when his tip rubbed against her slick hole, teasing her clit, and making her knees buckle as she tried to read the process to finish preparing the cake. The worst idea she ever had. 

“Fuck,” Johnny groaned when he pushed into her, pussy opening so nicely to welcome him in, big cock filling her so well she couldn’t help but moan. “Told you to keep baking, doll.” 

She nodded, biting her thumb before trying to concentrate. 

“Oh, and keep singing, I love your voice.” 

She cursed him mentally but tried not to lose her focus. After all, she wanted this, and she had no intention of backing up, it was hot, but it was so impractical for someone like her that wasn’t the best at not being desperate, and always got what she wanted with the snap of a finger. 

“Look at you,” he taunted with a sharp laugh, “shaking, already?”

“It’s — it’s hard to con—” she mumbled when his hand wrapped around her mouth, keeping her quiet. 

“Dolls don’t talk,” he whispered in a growl, deep voice hitting straight to her core. “All my teasing, all my degradation, you take it and don’t say a word, got it?” 

Jade nodded, nails running against the counter, and pussy clenching around him at which Johnny let out a mocking laugh. “Pathetic.” 

“Gotta make sure you keep quiet,” he said, looking around to find something he could stuff in her mouth, looking for a towel until his eyes caught a glimpse of a knife. “Open up,” he ordered, humming when her lips parted. “And now careful,” he placed the handle of the knife between her lips, “keep it in place, and keep baking.” 

Her heart skipped a beat, adrenaline rushing wildly in her bones as soon as the handle met her lower lip, the thrill of the situation getting to her head. 

“Are you turned on by this?” He asked, but it was more of a surprised annotation for him, he considered she would safe-word out of it, but from the way her body was reacting, he doubted that. “Oh, pretty doll is nasty. What if you get hurt? You know it’s dangerous, right? Gotta be careful, doll.” But his actions were the total opposite of his caring words, his hips slammed hard against her, fucking her with force, and it was basically impossible to keep quiet and especially keep baking. But she tried anyway, shaky hands moving to mix the ingredients, and eyes skimming to read the instructions as she kept the knife still in her mouth. 

“Look at you, the perfect wife, aren’t you?” His hand left her hip to reach her clit and started rubbing it with slower moves. She nodded, humming around the knife, shaking when she felt the grip loosen, lowering her head and clenching her hands on the counter before she grabbed the last bowl and poured it into the mixer. “Baking something for us and letting me use you just like a perfect fuck doll.” 

Her head rolled back and Johnny slapped her ass. 

“Careful, I said. You don’t want to hurt me with that blade, right?” 

She looked to the side, trying to glimpse at the utensil trapped between her lips to see that he placed it so the cutting part was facing him, and her eyes widened. “Sorry,” she mumbled around it. 

“Just be careful, doll. Don’t make me regret getting you,” he whispered against her ear and she had to force her head straight, about to roll back once again, this time surely cutting him. 

She tried to grab a plate and move on with the preparation but there weren’t many coherent thoughts in her mind and her hands were shaking too much, causing the plate to slip and crash on the ground, fortunately without breaking.

“Fuck, you are useless, come here,” he groaned, grabbing her wrists and pushing them behind her back in a rough movement. She wanted to look back, hating not seeing him, but she couldn’t, and only let out muffled apologies as she tried to conceal the other moans. 

“Stop apologizing, you just have to feel good, can you at least do that?” Johnny asked, another slap landing on her ass, making her twitch and nod repeatedly. “Good, take it all like a good doll.” 

She closed her eyes, a furrow on her forehead with every rough thrust that pushed her hip bone against the hard surface, surely leaving marks for days to come. Moans growing louder when one hand reached forward to grope her boobs, tugging and squeezing. 

“Feel so good, doll. Just what I needed,” he groaned, hips moving even deeper and faster, and she could tell he was about to come, cock twitching and moans getting deeper. “You’re so fucking wet, fuck, the wettest you’ve ever been. Can’t believe you like this so much.”

She didn’t even reply with a mumble, too lost in the pleasure of feeling the orgasm so close now. Her ass pushed back against him, back arching, and pussy clenching, but when Johnny pulled out, she let out a whine, forgetting of the knife that fell and bounced a few times on the counter. 

The tsk sound of disappointment coming from behind made her freeze, hands now free again since Johnny wasn’t holding them in place anymore. 

“Bad doll,” he mocked, open wide hand colliding against her ass, making her flinch, and moan. Johnny chuckled, turning her around and pushing her on her knees. 

“Johnny, please no,” she begged before groaning when he tugged her hair back with a harsh grip. “Daddy. Daddy, I’m sorry.” 

“I don’t think you are,” he said, tapping her lips with his dick. “You were such a good girl, what happened?” He cooed gently, but he started fucking her mouth immediately, grinning when he met her pleading eyes. “Oh, you wanted to come, didn’t you? Wanted me to fill you full of my cum?” 

She nodded, choking on him, barely having time to adjust to his size; it was impossible every time no matter that it had been years. 

“I don’t think it’s part of the deal, doll. But I would’ve, you know daddy is so nice to you... if you act well. You were a mess, doll. You don’t get pleasure,” he said through moans, facefucking her just to reach his climax. His head rolled back after their eyes met, the way she was staring up at him enough to push him closer to the edge. His fingers wrapped harder in her hair, keeping her in place until he knew it was a matter of seconds. “Come here, turn around,” he ordered, jerking her up on her legs again and bending her on the counter roughly, never letting go of the hold while he pushed the tip inside and emptied himself into her, barely fucking into her entrance, just enough to get off and make a dripping mess between her legs. 

She muttered a curse under her breath, trying to squeeze her thighs to come but by now her orgasms slipped out too far to reach it, and only turned around, meeting Johnny’s face, a grin on his lips while he pushed his hair back. 

“So, knives?” He hummed, hugging her, pushing the dress back in place, and leaving small kisses on her shoulder. 

Jade rolled her eyes, pushing him away with a push of her ass, and then said, “stuck in your throat if you don’t help me finish the cake.” 

Johnny laughed, kissing her again on the lips before nodding. “Of course, I’ll help my wife. If I feel generous I might even eat you out after.” 

Taeyong couldn’t deny he found that hot, knowing she was walking around the house with no underwear on —not that it was different than usual, to be honest, he knew Jade liked wearing nothing more than she confessed— to watching the others touch her more than usual, tease her, push her on her knees or bend her over. But that was it, he liked to watch. A bit because he had no idea how that would work, he wasn’t the active one, he liked when she had control, and a bit because something about the whole thing was turning him on. 

But right now that he was going crazy over an essay he had assigned to his students, he thought that maybe this whole free-use thing could’ve been useful. 

“You needed me?” Jade’s voice rang cheerfully in his ears as her head peeked from the door, staring at him with a big smile on her face. 

He hummed, signaling her to get inside with two fingers, and pushing his glasses back on his nose. 

“Oh, you’re grading. Need help with the essays?” 

Taeyong shook his head, moving the chair behind before his head pointed under the desk. “Need help to relieve the stress they give me.” 

A wide smile crossed her face before she kneeled on the floor, luckily for her the desk was high and she could comfortably stay underneath it. She pulled his pants and underwear down as soon as he got back in place and she could hear the sound of the keyboard. 

“You’re not hard,” she whispered.

“Nothing hot about terribly copied and pasted essays about the ’50 fashion.” 

She chuckled, imagining his face while he said that; she couldn’t lie, Taeyong was very hot when he was pissed off, he was also quite scary, but as long as that wasn’t directed at her, she could only think he was hot. 

She swiftly leaned closer, grabbing his soft dick with one hand before licking the tip. She didn’t take it all in, taking her time to pump it in her hand and occasionally suck the tip. She knew Taeyong was incredibly sensitive and loved it, he wasn’t one for messy blowjobs, always liked things clean —except when it was time to eat her pussy— and he lived for attention, small touches, long kisses —wherever they were aimed at. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, fingers tapping on the keyboard aggressively and she couldn’t get if it was referring to her or whatever atrocity one of his students wrote in the paper. 

And those essays must’ve been really fucking terrible because Taeyong did something he would never do. She gagged around him, eyes wide in surprise when, after a while, one of his hands reached down and shoved her down. Her nose pressed against his skin, making it harder to breathe while she coughed hard around his size. Not only Taeyong didn’t like it messy, and now it was getting messy with all the spit she couldn’t swallow and inevitably spilled out of the corners of her mouth, but also he was never this rough. His hold on her was fierce, keeping her in place with no chance of pulling away. 

Her ass moved side to side, squirming desperately as she tried to adjust to his intrusion and breathe somehow, but she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t getting turned on. 

“Past their twenties and this is how they write?” Taeyong huffed, and she would’ve giggled if that was another situation, but now she could only gag, an embarrassing amount of drool rolling down his thighs and smearing on her chin when he started moving her head up and down, still keeping her pressed down every time she reached the base. It shouldn’t have been this exciting, it should’ve felt embarrassing, but the way her cunt throbbed between her legs was a clear sign it was driving her insane. 

She was also losing count of how much time had passed, feeling her brain spinning as the air in her lungs dimmed more and more, and only a louder, lewdest gag made him let go of her head, finally letting her take a deep breath that pushed some fresh oxygen in her brain. 

It didn’t last long, though. Taeyong was seriously losing his patience, not only the errors were getting on his nerves but it was also clear as the sky how they did it just because they had to, putting no interest or care in it. And if he didn’t have all that pent-up stress on his shoulders he wouldn’t have taken it upon her, but right at the moment, he was seeing red. 

When Taeyong pushed her down, she took a deeper breath, eyes rolling back as the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, and low grunts started rolling out of his mouth. Those sounds were so rare to hear, always used to the submissive, breathy and high-pitched whimpers and whines he let out. And the amount of cum drooling between her legs was pathetic, but it was even more what she did after. Luckily his feet were in front of him, the left one positioned right between her legs, she didn’t even do it on purpose, her body lowered just a bit and when she met it, covered with a sock, her body started moving on its own. It wasn’t her proudest moment, but she needed to find relief somewhere. 

Taeyong didn’t get it immediately, he only quirked a brow when he started to feel the cloth wet and stick to his skin. He looked down with a smirk on his face even if he could only see the top of her head, and grinned. “Getting off on my feet like a horny puppy? Really?” 

She hummed, gargling around him, another river of spit running down her chin. 

“So fucking desperate you don’t even have a bit of shame, have you?” 

The harsh comment only made her grind on him harder and faster, clit rubbing aggressively the textured fabric increasing the sensation of pleasure. 

And Taeyong would’ve liked to act unfazed and focus on his screen but unfortunately, she was distracting, and the more he looked at those words on the paper the more he lost his temper. He lifted her head up, moving back with the chair, watching as she crawled out of the desk, face stained with tears and spit smashed all over her lower half and cheeks, some even connecting her lashes. The view was enough to make him groan and throw his head back. 

Jade didn’t move closer right away, she took her time to stare at him too. He was wearing normal house clothes, his black pants at his knees and the black sweater covering his chest, and yet he looked so powerful with his legs spread, hard dick staining the shirt with pre-cum and spit, and neck in perfect view, his jaw so sharp she could cut her fingers. 

“Come here, pup, you’re not done.” Something about his sudden dominant switch made her brain spin and her clit throb, pushing her knees on the cold ground to sit between his legs again. “Keep your mouth open, okay? I’ll fuck it nice and rough and all you can do is hump my feet like a desperate puppy. Got it?” 

She nodded enthusiastically before her lips parted and her eyes stared at him, eyelids falling shut as soon as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat when he started thrusting up with controlled, fast moves. He really was stressed to act like this. But she didn’t mind, even if his balls slapped with roughness against her chin, the spit that fell on them before creating dirty wet sounds resonating loudly, filling her brain along with the gagging sounds coming from the back of her throat. 

Taeyong didn’t think he was going this hard, and he was quite surprised at how messily she was taking him, considering how ten times harder the others used to go on her and how well she took it anyway, but he didn’t mind if she wanted to be messier this time. Something in the way her wet eyes were looking at him and how he could feel her throat clench around his tip was enough to set him off. 

She gasped loudly when he tugged her away, coughing and sputtering messily, ass pressing down to grind with force against him, eyes dropping as she concentrated only on her pleasure and Taeyong only stared for a while. 

“Take your clothes off,” he ordered, letting go of her hair. 

“All of them?” 

He hummed, rubbing his chin, and resting his arm on the armrest. 

“But I’ll be cold,” she complained, still rolling her hips around, yelping when Taeyong slipped his feet away, leaving her unsatisfied. 

“I don’t really care. Undress, now.” 

No more words of complaint came out of her lips as she swiftly pulled up her sweater —Yuta’s sweater— before her hands moved to pull out of the way the skirt that was already half rolled up on her ass anyway, and then the panties met the same fate. 

“Keep your socks on,” he said, stopping her from reaching down. “You look good in them. Move the mirror, wanna look at you as you get off on me that desperately.” 

Shame set her body on fire but she still crawled toward the standing mirror and angled so he could see her in the reflection. 

“You’re so pretty when you crawl, you know?” He whispered, biting his lips, hungry eyes following her get back between his legs. “But you look even better buried deep between my legs.” 

He groaned when her lips wrapped around him again, throwing his head against the chair before he looked down, grabbing her head with a firm hold. 

“Gonna use that pretty mouth until I come,” he moaned, hips picking up the fast speed of before, ass lifting from the chair to aim better strokes, the lewd sounds of smacking and choking filling the four walls again. His eyes fell on the mirror, fixated on her ass grinding on his foot, the plump flesh bouncing up and down with every grind, feeling the sock get even wetter now that her panties weren’t getting in the way. His nails grazed her neck, shoving her down completely, her nose pressing against his lower stomach again, leaving no space to breathe, but this time his cock throbbed inside her, ass clenching and balls tightening as his orgasm hit, filling her mouth with so much cum she felt like choking on it, too concentrated on his pleasure to even keep grinding on him. 

When Taeyong pulled out she coughed, cleaning her face and pouting in disappointment at another ruined orgasm. 

“Clean yourself with Yuta’s sweater and then take my clean shirt,” he said after kissing her, fixing his clothes and running a hand in his hair. “You can stay here next to me.” He pointed at the floor and she giggled, feeling a bit of shame creep up but still got up to throw Yuta’s stained sweater in the laundry, hoping to don’t meet anybody on the way out —or maybe yes, since she longed an orgasm. But before she could go out, Taeyong stopped her. 

“You’ll ride me later, I’ll need it to let go of the stress they’re putting me through.” 

She didn’t expect Jaehyun to last that long, especially since the others never stopped teasing her and fucking her after the first time —the whole thing prolonged more than just the weekend, obviously. The only free time she got was when she was working and had the silver bracelet off, which was on at the first break, and pretty much anytime she even went downstairs to drink some water, praying that whoever was home was going to make her waste some time. And when her boyfriends weren’t at work, it went smoothly, exactly how she wanted. 

They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Even when they weren’t fucking her, they were so touchy; cupping, squeezing her body just for fun. 

And she couldn’t quite get why Jaehyun still didn’t make a move. He rarely resisted her when they weren’t doing this, so why was he holding back now? 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” Johnny asked after leaving a peck on her lips. They were all ready for bed, Yuta and Taeyong already disappeared upstairs, probably to watch a movie they wouldn’t have finished, fast asleep before even reaching half of it.   

Jade hummed, kissing him again. “Yeah, I’m not tired, I’ll wait for Jaehyun up.” 

“Fine, night.” 

She glanced at the clock, it was quite late, and even if Jaehyun warned he had an unforeseen and would’ve come home later than usual, she couldn’t help but be worried. It was almost midnight and he still wasn’t home, yet. 

Jaehyun didn’t want that to be the first time either. It wasn’t like he was waiting, simply he was never home, and when he was, he was too tired to barely do vital things like eating and cleaning himself that sex was the last thing that crossed his mind. 

But that night was the last straw. He was so tired that he was mad, he had so much pent-up stress he felt he could explode and he probably would’ve taken it off of something else if she was sleeping, maybe a quick jack-off under the burning hot shower, but when he reached his bedroom and saw her there, silver bracelet visible on her wrist, and only his white shirt on, he lost it. 

Jade was giving him her back, and she didn’t even notice him, too concentrated on her phone, mumbling curses while she texted him to ask where the hell he was, seriously scared for him until she started being afraid for herself when one hand wrapped around her mouth and another on her waist, lifting her up. 

She let out a strangled scream, kicking her legs in the air until she finally heard that familiar voice. “It’s me.” 

“You scared me,” she whispered when his hand moved away and she could breathe again. “I was worried for —” 

“Just shut up,” he ordered, lying her on the bed not so delicately. “I need you.” She was a bit taken aback, not that he didn’t usually like rough stuff but she was still in her paranoid-worried-girlfriend state and was more concerned if something bad happened rather than focusing on what was finally happening. “I love it when you wear my shirts, they look so good on you,” he groaned, running his hands over her body, squeezing the soft flesh. “Wanna fuck you in it,” he leaned down, kissing her hard, groaning when her hands reached for his hair. She mistook it for a pleasured groan but she got he was annoyed as soon as he removed his tie and wrapped her wrists around the bedrest. 

Oh, he was pissed. 

But something about that was already making her dripping wet, her heart pumping loudly in her chest with excitement. His furrowed concentrated face, his dark eyes, and the greediness in which his hands were touching her, all reminded her of their first fucks together, when they hated each other and reversed all their hatred in the sex. How much she missed them, so raw and needy. But now it was similar. Sure, he didn’t hate her anymore, but she felt like thanking whatever thing was driving him crazy right now, she could’ve saved the worried-sick-girlfriend-talks for later. 

When he spread her legs open like butterfly’s wigs, she moaned, her lower body exposed to the cold air and his burning eyes. 

“Is that a plug, baby?” He asked, pushing two fingers against the head of the toy coming out of her rim. “Oh, how did you know I wanted to fuck your ass tonight?” 

Well, if you paid any attention to me in the last few days you would know I’m wearing it for some time now, she thought but she kept that in her mind. Just like she kept in her mind how excited she was that he was going to fuck her ass. The others were always way too reluctant to do it even if they liked it, but they didn’t love it as she and Jaehyun did. And yes, nobody of her boyfriend fucked her ass like him; no fear, no intention of being too careful, knowing she could take it. 

“Maybe we are connected, or maybe your little brain knew I would’ve had zero patient to prep you,” Jaehyun whispered, watching her body react to those words. No, he would’ve never fucked her without prepping her, but he needed to send across the message of how desperate he was to have her. And either way, she liked it, even if she was letting out zero words like he ordered. He could see the cum oozing out of her cunt and meeting the toy. “Dripping already,” he teased, pushing two fingers inside her, before tsking, “how many times did they fuck you today, uh?” 

She shook her head, pretending nothing had happened. Blatantly lying as if before dinner they didn’t have a threesome while Taeyong watched in a corner —unlike what he believed, she saw him. 

“They always use your pretty pussy but never your tight ass, right? Maybe we should give her a rest and leave you gaping from another hole.” 

Jade nodded, eyes glistening in excitement. 

“I know, love. I know. You love getting your ass destroyed, can’t wait to make your dreams come true.” His fingers pulled out, wiping them swiftly on her leg before they fumbled with his clothes. When he came back to the bed he pulled the plug out, admiring how stretched out she was already. He tapped her lips with his fingers, and she immediately opened up. “Good girl, suck them well so I can lube my cock. That’s all your getting tonight, I hope you poured enough inside before.” 

She nodded, messily sucking the two fingers to coat them with spit, not even caring if it hurt a bit more when he pushed in without more lube. Jaehyun pulled out with a loud pop before wrapping the same hand on his cock, wetting it with her saliva and the pre-cum that already dripped out of his tip. He didn’t ask if she was ready, he knew she was, he only spread her legs and pushed inside. This time she couldn’t hold in the scream of pleasure, head rolling back and eyes squeezing shut while her jaw tensed up. 

“Fuck, feel so good, baby,” he groaned, his hips were still for a while, just the time to place her ankles on his shoulders and start moving right away. “Wanted this for so long.” 

Yeah, me too, she thought but that only crossed her mind while she let go to pleasure, hips rolling against him as a spontaneous response, begging him to fuck her even harder. And Jaehyun did, hands moving to grip her waist, letting her keep her legs in place, and bouncing her against him with forceful strokes. She tried to conceal the moans but it was impossible, it felt too good and she needed it so much she felt so close to coming even if he barely just started. She didn’t know if it was for the several orgasms of a few hours before, maybe she was ovulating, or probably it had just been too long since she had been fucked like that, whatever it was, she couldn’t hold it in. 

“Oh, honey, came already? How desperate are you?” He groaned, slapping her ass. “Didn’t they fuck you enough?” He cooed, tilting his head, hissing in a curse when she squeezed him more, and more cum dripped out of her cunt. “They didn’t?” He mimicked her when she shook her head. “Insatiable, aren’t you? Need to be fucked so badly that you offered —fuck— for us to take any time and any place as if you weren’t crawling on your knees anyway.” 

“Please,” she whimpered, struggling against the tie, trying to break free from it. Jaehyun only chuckled gutturally watching her struggle. 

“Keep struggling, love. If you want to mark your wrist you’re doing an amazing job,” he mocked, smirking. 

Jade huffed, throwing her head back, and giving a few other tugs at the fabric before giving up. 

“See,” he hummed, leaning down to bite her collarbone, “it’s so much easier when you listen.” 

“But —” 

“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin before pushing two fingers into her mouth. “I told you I don’t want to listen, just let me fuck you like you wanted to.” 

She hummed around his fingers, nodding her head before her eyes closed again, trying to don’t come for the second time before him, it would’ve been too embarrassing. But Jaehyun knew her too well to don’t notice, and as much as he was focused on his pleasure he would’ve never lost the chance to tease her. 

“Want to come again?” 

She denied, moving her head side to side, doing so causing some spit to drip out of her lips. 

“Lying to me, really? You’re making a mess between your legs, there’s so much cum and it’s not even mine.” 

She sniffled, trying to take a bigger breath from her nose and don’t choke on his digits when he kept hitting right where she felt him the most. 

“I’ll let you come, love. You know I always do,” he smirked when her eyes snapped open, shining with a hopeful light. “Later, once I’m done with you, maybe I’ll make you come again.” 

“Please,” she mumbled, voice muffled by his fingers that kept moving into her mouth. 

“No begging, this is not for you,” he groaned, pulling out of her mouth to grab her ankles and push them up almost bending her in half, both mentally thanked Taeyong for convincing her to take yoga classes with him, it always came in handy in the nastiest moments. “Don’t speak, don’t you dare let out a word, clear?” 

She nodded, breath cut short anyway by the position and the pleasure getting right into her brain. 

His last thrusts were sloppier, with a less specific pattern, but not any less hard and breath-knocking. His low and ragged breaths came out of his mouth in puffs. 

“’m not done with you,” he hummed, pulling out and swiftly freeing her before he quickly shifted her around, positioning her exactly how he wanted; ass up and face down. “Need to fuck you until I forget about everything else.” 

She smiled, finding it cute how usually it was about her forgetting everything else. But her smile turned into a hazed-out grin as soon as his cock filled her again. She didn’t even try to hold the moans; Jaehyun was just too good and in this position, they both loved so much, he gave his best. 

“Shit, you’re dripping all against my balls, fuck. Can feel how wet you are with every —shit— thrusts against your cunt.” 

“Feels good,” she whimpered, hoping he was going to let her talk, if she could talk back. 

“’Course it does,” he groaned, before slipping a hand around her front and pushing her up against him. Her head rolled back, meeting his shoulder and he smirked. “Love this better, don’t you?” 

“Yes. Fuck — fuck me harder, please.” 

“Harder? Can you take it?” 

She nodded, biting her lip, reaching forward to sink her nails into his forearm and hold herself onto something. Her back arched more as waves of pleasure ran through her body, Jaehyun was particularly loud that night, letting out groans and moans he usually kept inside, voice so hot and low it was getting to her head so easily. He sounded feral, pounding into her with harsh thrusts, their skins rubbing together, hips slamming against her ass adding to the lewd sounds of his cum squelching out of her with every move. 

“Fuck me so well,” she cried out, letting her head hang forward, mouth agape, some drool dripping in a thread without her even realizing it. 

Jaehyun groaned, eyes fixating on her ass, watching it bounce against him, staring at his dick stretching her tight rim and pushing the cum outside while her moans played in his brain like a melody. Brain spinning with all the pleasure. It was everything he needed. 

He let go of his hold, pushing her face down on the mattress while he swiftly adjusted, one knee planting at her left while his feet kept his body up on the other side, the position allowing him to pound into her faster and deeper, forcing her back in a deep arch. 

She let out a whiny moan, eyes rolling in the back of her head, the white of her sclera the only thing Jaehyun could see as he stared down at her fucked out face. 

“Look at you taking it like a cock-drunk doll. You live to be fucked however we want, don’t you?” 

Jade could barely find the strength to move her neck in a nod of agreement, pussy clenching crazily around nothing, so much cum dripping out of her, adding to the mess of his, creating a pool on the sheets, clit throbbing as another orgasm menaced to ripple through her. 

“That’s it,” he groaned, hips moving faster, he was barely pulling out, just enough to hit her right where he needed to make her tremble under him. “Come around my cock, come on.” 

A long whine came out of her throat before her jaw tensed and her toes curled, chest heaving hard pressed between the mattress and Jaehyun’s hand keeping her in place. Some tears spilled out of her eyes as the second orgasm washed over her and Jaehyun at the same time, his thrusts coming to a stop while his hips moved in subtle circles and his dick throbbed inside her, coating her walls in white. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, lowering his head and rubbing her hips in soothing movements before he pulled out and lay at her side. 

“So, I guess today at work was stressful,” she chuckled when they both gained some air.

Jaehyun chuckled, hiding in the crook of her neck. 

“Tragic,” he whispered before pulling away, brushing her hair back. “Nothing that you won’t fix, though.” 

“Me and maybe a shower. You always make me sweat so much.”

Jaehyun chuckled, stretching before scooping her up to walk to the bathroom. “I have to make it up for all the times you don’t hit the gym with me.”

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