#polyquest

“What the fuck is this?”

Minho loved his girlfriends; he really did. However, he did not love the shit that adorned his head- likely by his girlfriends’ hands.

Eunsook paused, spoonful of cereal- halfway to her mouth- hung in the air. Her eyes had gone wide and she looked purposefully away (abandoning her food, which was never a good sign), like she was guilty of something. Minho sighed quietly. If Eunsook was involved, clearly the plot was bigger than he had imagined.

“Eunsook...” Minho knew that his eldest girlfriend wouldn’t be the cause of the mess, but it was fairly clear, by the avoiding tendencies she was leaning toward, that she was somehow involved.

“Yes, Minho-yah?” While her voice was soft and gentle, her eyes held whispers of betrayal and regret.

“Why is my hair pink?” Not only pink, but the same shade as Junghee had recently dyed their hair, leading Minho to assume that the same type of product was used. Hell, the same hands probably dyed both their hairs. Gwiboon’s.

From the kitchen, Minho heard a peel of laughter, loud and abrasive. The sound turned Eunsook’s already glowing face a brighter shade of red. Emerging from the kitchen and moving to stand behind Eunsook, came Junghee, still smiling and giggling. They cast a smile in Minho’s direction, which he returned with a frown. Following this, another sound broke out from the kitchen, annoying ~Minho further. How could they all just go on with their lives guilt-free after dying his hair without his consent?  How could they be so comfortable?

The noise was the loud blare of the blender; it muted Junghee’s unsaid words and deafened Minho for a moment. A minute of buzzing later, Gwiboon steeped out behind Junghee, holding one of her (admittedly very good) new ‘health smoothies’ that Minho secretly stole the recipes to. Seeing her boyfriend’s expression, a catty smirk grew on Gwiboon’s lips.

“Morning, babe. Aren’t you going running-“

“My hair is pink.” Minho said, blandly, raising a finger to point at the mop of sunset-pink atop his head. Gwiboon lifted the cup to her mouth, taking a long sip to cover her smirk as it got larger. She nodded, eyebrow arched.

“Yes, it is. It’s pretty, righ-“

“My hair,” Minho repeated, careful to enunciate every syllable, hardening his gaze as he glanced over the girls. “Is pink.”

Sensing Minho’s distaste, Junghee took a moment to compose themself, schooling their expression into a weak frown. Eunsook was just about ready to stand and leave, probably to curl up in bed beside Taeyeon; but Gwiboon rested a hand on her head, keeping the elder sat in place.

“Like the rest of ours. Like your girlfriends’.” There was an unspoken challenge in her eyes as she spoke. Minho didn’t like that challenge one bit.

“I don’t want pink hair like my girlfriends’.” Really, Minho should have seen it all coming. When he had disagreed to Gwiboon’s suggestion that he dye his hair to match his girlfriends’, he should have known it wasn’t going to be the end of it. One thing that Kim Gwiboon didn’t do was give up after the first try. Or the second for that matter. Maybe it could go on forever.

But it had been nearly three weeks since then... He thought it had been long enough for them to forget...

“Why not? You don’t want to associate with us or something?” Gwiboon snapped; her free hand immediately found its way to her waist as she spoke, like a magnet or an instinct.

“No, I just don’t want pink hair.” Minho replied, with just as much pointless gusto- to piss Gwiboon off or to get across his point, he didn’t know which. Gwiboon’s eyes flared and, knowing he had gotten to her, Minho turned his attention to Eunsook. “Why would you think this is an okay thing to do, without my permission especially?”

Eunsook shrugged, helplessly, mouthing an apology because Gwiboon’s hand had returned to her head, tighter now in its grasp.

Gwiboon was frowning by that point, eyes narrowed to little, glaring slits. Nearly rolling his own eyes at the over-reaction (why was Gwiboon angry- she dyed her own hair and Minho had the right to be a bit pissed she had done it for him, right?).  Minho crossed his arms, sighing heavily.

“We’re sorry, Minho-yah—“

“I’m not!” Gwiboon interrupted, only to be met with a harsh glare from Junghee. She scoffed at them, head held high, but said no more.

“We’re sorry, Minho-yah,” Junghee began again, looking thousands of times more apologetic than Gwiboon beside them. “We didn’t think you’d be this upset.” Eunsook nodded along, hurriedly, tossing the hand on her head to-and-fro. “We just wanted us all to match a little bit.”

“Yeah... We’re all a bit rag-tag,” Eunsook added, gesturing wildly between then four of them, her eyes darting off towards the corridor that held the bedroom in which Taeyeon slept. “We all wanted to have something that said to the world that we’re together. That we have each other and everyone should be jealous of that.” Eunsook’s lips twitched up.

“Not just Gwi.” Quickly, Junghee out in that little comment to let it be known. “All of us wanted to dye your hair pink...”

The frown had fallen from Minho’s lips as he watched over his girlfriends. They truly did seem to have meant for the best intentions to override his annoyance.

But Minho still had pink hair.

“I’ll keep it like this for a few weeks, maybe until it comes out naturally. Depends how long it takes.” He sighed, giving in to the preciously hopeful gleams in his girlfriends’ eyes. They let out a synched breath before Junghee gave a little cheer.

“Then if any of you touch my hair again, I’ll throw out all the combs in this house so you can brush out tangles with your fingers.” He warned, glaring playfully at the three of them. “Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to go out on a run- and show off the hair-colour my girlfriends’ chose for me.

~~~

“What the fuck is this?”

Taeyeon stared, open-mouthed, into the fridge, eyes scanning the foundation of carton-bricks piled on the shelves.

Gwiboon walked up behind her, arm stretched up as she tried to shake the sleepiness from her tired limbs. She stared when she saw the inside of the fridge too.

“What the shit?” she whispered.

Layer upon layer of pink beverages, filled the storage space, side-to-side packed with...

Fucking, Strawberry Milk.

Gwiboon stared blankly at the fridge: full of strawberry milk. Her features twisted from shocked to mildly-annoyed as she glanced back into Taeyeon’s eyes. Taeyeon, for a second, wondered whether Gwiboon thought she had messed with the food, stepping back and raising her hands in mock defence. Saying nothing, though, Gwiboon turned away and strode out of the kitchen, calling for Eunsook (who was definitely still asleep, noon was too early for her to wake up).

Taeyeon turned her attention back to the fridge. This was a real problem. How could she have cereal with no real milk? Was this Junghee getting back at her for something? Scratching the back of her head, Taeyeon headed for the fruit bowl on the counter across the room when she heard Gwiboon yell:

“God dammmit, Minho. You better bring some fucking milk back with you or I swear to God!” So it had been Minho. What a penis, she thought, taking up a banana and slowly beginning to peel it. She really wanted cereal. Why did Minho have to fuck it up for everyone? As if in answer to her question, Gwiboon stormed back in, a sleepy-face Eunsook trailing behind her. “That dickhead; I swear, I hate him.”

“What’s wrong with Oppa, Unni?” Taeyeon asked, playing her innocence by widening her eyes and blinking up at Gwiboon as she stomped over. Eunsook smiled softly at the look on Taeyeon’s face, sliding over to ruffle her hair.

“He’s still mad about us dying his hair, I bet.” Gwiboon muttered, pouting out her lips at Eunsook. The elder leaned her body over Taeyeon’s, half asleep, nodding in agreement. “This is shitty payback.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even do anything.” Taeyeon frowned, pulling out a flushed carton and proceeding to pour it in a bowl of cereal. Gwiboon’s face twisted in disgust and even Eunsook recoiled a little in surprise. “What? We have to use this somehow.” She stuck in a spoon and pulled out a heaped pile of cereal just to prove her point, leaving the banana on the counter to shove the pile into her mouth.

Gwiboon rolled her eyes, stomping out of the room, probably to text Junghee and complain to them.  Taeyeon ate her cereal without complaint. Eunsook returned to bed. All in all, the day seemed eventless. That was until Minho returned, his first words in the house being:

“If I have pink hair, you’ll drink pink milk, bitches!”

Jonghyun has been sucking on a cherry red lollipop for the past ten minutes, and it’s been driving Taemin crazy.

Because Jonghyun doesn’t just eat lollipops, no, that would be too easy. Jonghyun only ever eats lollipops when he’s doing homework and god, does he tease.

Jonghyun likes to lick at his lollipops absently when he’s doing mental math or reading (his tongue flicks out too slow, and his lips part around the candy, so Taemin can see the pink of his lips against the red of the candy), and he’ll pull it out of his mouth when he’s writing (Taemin can hear the obscene pop and then of course, of course, Jonghyun has to drag the candy across his lips, leaving them spit-shiny and sticky). Jonghyun only likes lollipops that are red or pink, and it’s not like he does it on purpose, or knows how much it affects Taemin, it’s just a habit. (Taemin wants to both bless and curse the person that started that habit for him)

So now has Jonghyun sucking a lollipop, and Taemin can tell by the stickiness of his lips that he’s writing something, likely for music theory, considering his headphones are around his neck. He looks up when Taemin clears his throat, sucks the candy from the fullness of his lower lip and drags his tongue across his upper lip before sucking the candy into his mouth and speaking around it.

“Need me?”

“Kibum is on his way, you should finish up.”

“Okay,” Jonghyun licks his lollipop thoughtfully and then smiles up at Taemin, holding out the candy, “want some?”

Taemin hums assent and bends over, but instead of taking the candy into his mouth, he captures Jonghyun’s lips in a kiss, just enough to trace his tongue across Jonghyun’s lower lip and against his tongue.

“Cherry?” he asks when he pulls away.

Jonghyun nods, eyes lidding as he puts his lollipop down on the wrapper. “Help me up?”

Taemin gives Jonghyun his hands and pulls him up, but instead of releasing Taemin’s hands, he flushes them close, grinning as their noses bump.

“Hey, you,” Taemin mumbles, turning his head away slightly when Jonghyun tries to kiss him, “Kibum is coming over, remember?”

Jonghyun huffs, bumping his forehead against Taemin’s and letting his hands fall to rub small circles against his hips. “You know him, I’m on my way means I’m going to start getting ready in ten minutes. It’ll take him ages.”

Taemin hums softly and watches Jonghyun’s eyes flutter shut when he runs his fingers through the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “You really want to, huh?”

Jonghyun nods and when their lips brush, Taemin can feel Jonghyun’s lips quirk up into his familiar, lopsided grin. “Don’t you?”

Taemin shrugs, pulls away slightly because the movement of Jonghyun’s lips against his tickles, buries his face in Jonghyun’s neck and presses a chaste kiss there as Jonghyun hums in content. And then Jonghyun’s fingers shift to tighten against his waist and that’s a sure sign that he wants a kiss, so Taemin looks up and sure enough, Jonghyun has his lower lip between his teeth, eyes on Taemin’s own.

“Needy,” it’s a fond mumble in the space between them, and then Taemin isn’t sure who moves first, but they’re kissing - soft, slow, and they’re both smiling. The door opens and Taemin hears Kibum laugh quietly, doesn’t pull away.

“By all means, continue.”

Jonghyun shudders in Taemin’s arms and he flushes them impossibly closer before Taemin presses their lips together again.

It’s different, kissing Jonghyun with Kibum watching. Taemin is hyper-aware of Kibum hovering behind him, of Jonghyun’s hands trembling against his waist, of Jonghyun’s sped up breathing and Kibum’s show breaths behind him, and then. Another set of hands slides up his back, too slowly to be Jonghyun’s, and Taemin breaks their kiss (Jonghyun chases his lips, swaying slightly) and turns his head to see Kibum with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. As he watches, Kibum’s tongue darts out to lick his lips, slow, seductive, and then Kibum moves away to grasp Jonghyun’s chin and tilt his head up to press a kiss to Jonghyun’s parted lips. Already, Taemin can see Kibum tug at Jonghyun’s lower lip, their tongues brushing as Jonghyun strains upwards, Jonghyun sucking Kibum’s lip into his mouth and Kibum, in turn, capturing Jonghyun’s tongue between his lips. And then Kibum draws away, grinning as Jonghyun’s eyes flutter open, glazed over, lips spit-shiny and parted, fingers clenching in Taemin’s shirt.

Jonghyun glances at Taemin then, clearly about to ask if that was okay, if Taemin is displeased at seeing Kibum touch what is his, but before he can say anything, Kibum turns back to Taemin and those perfect lips descend on his, the grin on them absolutely sinful.

And Taemin is again struck by how different it is to kiss Kibum; his lips are softer, more pliant, but it’s Kibum that sets the pace, slow, sensual. There’s a hand on his neck now, keeping him there as Kibum’s tongue traces lazy patterns against Taemin’s own, and Taemin realizes he can taste the cherry of Jonghyun’s lips on Kibum’s tongue.

Kibum kisses him again, and Taemin realizes that Jonghyun’s hands have disappeared from their hold on his waist. When he looks, he finds Jonghyun sprawled out on the bed, legs parted, cheeks flushed. Kibum pulls away then, licking his lips.

“Switch places.” he commands, and Taemin finds himself scrambling to obey. When he’s laid out on the bed, and Jonghyun is in Kibum’s arms, Kibum sends Taemin a catlike grin before his hands flit beneath Jonghyun’s shirt, pushing it up so Taemin can see it all - Kibum thumbing at Jonghyun’s nipples, Jonghyun’s chest heaving as he tries to breathe and not to moan, Jonghyun’s hips pushing back into Kibum’s, Kibum’s lips hovering just above the skin of Jonghyun’s neck.

“Kiss him,” Taemin says, watching Jonghyun tremble, lips parting as he willingly tilts his head back for Kibum, and Kibum all too easily complies. The kiss they share then is all tongue and teeth, their hips picking up a steady grind.

Taemin moves in to join them, lips against Jonghyun’s neck, and then there’s a steady push and pull as they establish a rhythm; Jonghyun’s hips grinding forwards into Taemin’s, back into Kibum’s. There’s a moment that has Jonghyun and Kibum kissing, and Taemin nuzzles his nose against Jonghyun’s cheek, just to feel him gasp, immediately breaking his kiss with Kibum to shudder between them, lower lip caught between his teeth, eyes shut, as Kibum murmurs in his ear how good he looks like this, how he’s making them all feel so good, how he’ll get such a good reward if he doesn’t come just yet, just keeps moving, just like that-

Taemin wrestles Jonghyun’s pants and underwear off of him and then does the same for himself; Kibum’s low voice pauses as he gets the idea and grins over Jonghyun’s head at Taemin, putting his hands on Jonghyun’s bare hips as he picks up a slow grind again, and Jonghyun gasps, pulls Taemin close, ruts forward and back all too eagerly and now Kibum’s talking again, what he’ll do to Jonghyun and how good he’ll make him feel, how pretty he’d look completely debauched, all theirs, how much Kibum wants him and you’ll let me have you, right? Jonghyun shudders again, face buried in Taemin’s neck as he moans, asks to come and Kibum has the nerve to laugh, to ask Taemin, do you think he deserves to come?

Jonghyun lifts his head, completely touched out and wanting, begs to come, that he’ll make them feel so good in return, just please let me come, and Taemin nods at Kibum, and Kibum hums, and, lips against Jonghyun’s neck, says come, and Jonghyun does.

Jonghyun slumps between them and his fingers yank painfully in Taemin’s hair before he stumbles over to the bed and sits, still trembling.

Kibum’s fingers on Taemin’s hips is what brings him back, before Taemin can speak, Kibum has captured his lips in a kiss that’s all heat, that says how much Kibum wants him, and Kibum always gets what he wants.

“Would you let me have you?” Kibum asks with swollen lips, so close that they’re sharing the same breath, “because I want you too.”

Taemin finds himself shivering, brings his fingers up to knot in Kibum’s hair, rolls his hips and instead of saying what he wants to (yes, take me, I’m yours), he mumbles, “Suck me.”

Kibum just hums assent as he sinks to his knees, too graceful, (and he only grins when Taemin tells him that it looks like he was born to be there, kneeling between Taemin’s legs) before he takes Taemin’s cock in one hand and presses an obscene imitation of a kiss to the head. Taemin shudders, fingers flying to Kibum’s hair even as Jonghyun stands behind him, peppering kisses all over his neck and shoulders. They’re both watching Kibum though, watching as he bobs his head, not even faltering as Taemin’s hips suddenly jerk forward. In fact, he seems to like it - doesn’t even protest when Taemin grips his hair hard and dictates his movements with a harsh hand (if anything, that only spurs him on further). When Taemin lets his hand fall to his side with a breathy mumble that he’s close, Kibum hums low in his throat, laving his tongue over the length of Taemin’s cock, all too eager, all too willing. And then Kibum looks up at him and pulls back so his lips are closed around the head and he smirks and when Taemin looks down again, there’s milky white on Kibum’s lips, before a pink, pink tongue flicks out and catches it from his lips.

Kibum rises just as fluidly as he’d kneeled and kisses Taemin without hesitation; just when Taemin realizes that he can taste himself on Kibum’s tongue, the latter pulls away to kiss Jonghyun. It’s Jonghyun that pulls back, concerned, “Want me to get you off?”

Kibum shakes his head, a little grin on his lips, “I already did,” and something about that makes Taemin laugh, because it’s so Kibum.

It’s Taemin that moves first, but then they’re all tangled up on the bed, Taemin and Kibum sitting next to each other, Jonghyun settling in Taemin’s lap, legs in Kibum’s.

“What…was that?”

“I don’t know, but,” Taemin looks at Jonghyun and the latter nods, “I liked it…” it’s more of a question than anything, and they all fall to silence.

It’s Jonghyun that takes the next step, hesitantly, but still confidently, “Kibum, be my boyfriend? And Taemin’s.”

Kibum hums low in his throat, considering. “That was fast, don’t you think?”

“You weren’t complaining.”

Kibum just hums again, that familiar grin still on his lips as he rubs mindless patterns on Jonghyun’s thigh. “What does Taemin think?”

“I’m willing to try it,” Taemin replies without hesitation, and Kibum nods.

“You two should come over tomorrow.”

“Why?”

 -4-

 “I’m so sore…” Minjung muttered, sitting down on one of the breakfast bar stools, her hair a mess of waves on the top of her head – a rushed bun she always tied it into when she hadn’t showered yet. “Why do I hurt?”

 “Your body is adjusting.” Gwiboon explained, a spatula in her hand as she ensured the eggs and bacon wouldn’t burn. “You can have a shower after breakfast, you’ll feel better.”

 Minjung only nodded, resting her chin upon her palms as she watched the pair move around the kitchen. They showed no signs of the previous night, other than dishevelled hair and deep bruises in places where lips and teeth had tugged on the skin. She figured her skin wasn’t much better and self-consciously brought her hands to her neck and shoulders to feel for any sore spots.

 There was a chuckle as Taemin approached her, carrying plates to set down on the breakfast bar. “Looking for hickeys?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye that told her he was up to no good.

 “Yes, but I don’t want any.” Minjung told him, sticking her tongue out.

 He only gave her a swift kiss in reply and went to collect glasses from a cupboard, a jug of pre-made juice from the fridge following. Taemin poured her a glass and urged her to try it, insisting it wasn’t poisoned.

 “Wow…” Minjung muttered, her tongue dancing with the flavours of fresh fruit.

 “Gwiboon is obsessed with making delicious, healthy juices. Smoothies too.” Taemin announced, grinning as Gwiboon complained about the way he spoke. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing to be obsessed with.”

 “Yeah. You could be doing drugs or something.” Minjung chimed in, giggling when Taemin burst into laughter.

 Breakfast continued without much fuss, though Taemin and Gwiboon continued to tease one another, Minjung admiring the way they still looked at one another so softly even though they bickered in such a way. Taemin also insisted on feeding Minjung over and over again, cutting up egg, bacon, French toast and even fruits to hover in front of her lips.

 “I take it this isn’t an opportunity you get often?” Minjung asked just before she accepted a mouthful of egg.

 Gwiboon answered for Taemin, the male stuffing his face once more. “He’s the youngest in our group of friends, so yeah, he doesn’t usually get to feed someone else food. I hope you don’t mind indulging him until the novelty wears off.”

 Minjung shook her head. “I don’t mind.”

  …………………………………………………………………………

  “When do you have to go home, Minnie?” Taemin asked, walking her to the bathroom, getting her a towel.

 “I promised my parents I’d be home for dinner, so I guess before then?” She asked, not even wanting to leave. Already she felt like she simply belonged there. Even without the sex involved, Taemin and Gwiboon had welcomed her into their relationship as if she’d been there from the start, had tucked her into bed the night before, cuddled her as she slept, kissed her good morning and had made her breakfast. Leaving them just didn’t feel right. “I wish I could stay for longer though.” She told him.

 Taemin kissed her. “Yeah, so do I.”

 Minjung was half way through her shower when the door suddenly opened and she covered herself on instinct, gasping in surprise. “Oh, Gwiboon.” She muttered, relaxing moments after.

 “Would you mind if I joined you?” Gwiboon asked, looking sheepish as she began undressing.

 “Not at all.” Minjung replied, watching as the other woman stripped off her clothing. Perhaps she was too excitable, but Minjung just wanted to get her hands on her right then and there. She held back though, not wanting to cross any boundaries and also trying to show some self-control. It’s not like she hadn’t been in bed with this woman all night long as it was.

 “Do you mind if I use your shampoo?” Minjung asked, hesitantly reaching for the bottle situated in a rack hanging from the shower head.

 “Of course not, sweetheart.” Gwiboon replied, slipping into the shower and taking the bottle first. “Let me.”

 Minjung felt a shiver wash over her as she lowered her head and waited until gentle fingers ran through her hair, spreading suds of vanilla over her head.

 “So, did you actually tell anyone where you would be?” Gwiboon asked. “Not that I imagine you may gave straight out stated what you would be up to or anything.”

 “Ha!” Minjung laughed, eyes scrunched shut to avoid getting suds in them. “My parents would die if they knew about any of this…” She said, a fact Gwiboon already knew. “And no, I didn’t tell anyone. Well… I told my friend Eunsook the address, just in case.”

 Gwiboon was nodding as Minjug washed the suds from her hair. “I’m glad to hear it. You should always make sure someone knows where you are, especially when you’re meeting with strangers.”

 Wiping her eyes, Minjung looked straight into Gwiboon’s, frowning as she delivered her words with finality. “I wasn’t meeting with strangers. I’ve been talking to you guys for weeks now and I… I mean I don’t know about love yet but I consider you two very close to me… It’s because I couldn’t tell if it was one-sided or not that I took the precaution of telling my friend.”

 Gwiboon cupped Minjung’s face, pressing her mouth firmly against hers. “It’s not one-sided, sweetheart.”

 A blush warmed Minjung’s cheeks, the younger woman turning so Gwiboon could take her turn under the water. “Let me wash your hair now.” She insisted, changing the subject.

 Minjung proceeded to wash Gwiboon’s hair, unashambly pressing her chest against Gwiboon’s in her excuse to get closer. The action earned her deep, lingering kisses as Gwiboon indulged in Minjung’s eager spirit.

 They were still standing under the running water when Minjung remembered the promise Gwiboon had made her the previous night. No longer caring about showing self-control, she reached down Gwiboon’s belly and slid a finger between her legs. Gwiboon let out a moan. “Hang on there, sweetheart. Let’s do that on a non-slippery surface.”

 They continued kissing as they dried off, barely doing a good job before they stumbled out of the bathroom and straight onto the bed. Taemin, who had been playing on his phone, shifted out of their way with amused laughter. He put his phone aside though, sitting back to watch the free entertainment.

 Gwiboon lay upon her back, kneading Minjung’s breasts as Minjung straddled her, eagerly kissing the older woman without any shame. Hair wet and hanging in strands, Minjung tried to push it out of her way – her action didn’t work and her hair continued to create a damp curtain from her head to the sheets – not wanting to lose the connection she had with Gwiboon at that moment.

 She didn’t want to wait though, her curiosity burning, kissing down Gwiboon’s body until she was facing the woman’s centre. Using fingers first, she pulled the lips apart and explored with her thumbs, nudging the round clit, feeling how the muscles all around tensed at the touch. Adrenaline fuelling her, Minjung plunged in, licking the clit first before using her tongue to suck the bud into her mouth, suckling upon it without any hesitation. Gwiboon gasped, stunned by the sudden pleasure, a hand gripping at Minjung’s hair. Minjung hummed around her, taking in the scent of Gwiboon’s musk and the vanilla soap they’d used, and then tried to replicate the way Taemin had licked her the previous day, teasing with flicks of her tongue and then pressing firmly, sucking with lips, trying to push her tongue into Gwiboon’s depths.

 Gwiboon came shortly after Minjung had pushed in two fingers, thighs trembling around Minjung’s head, fluid pooling upon the girl’s hand. Curious, she licked it up, glancing up at Gwiboon with wide eyes, still amazed by what she’d just done.

 “Was I okay?” Minjung asked, voice quiet.

 She was pulled into a kiss, Gwiboon sitting up in a flurry to pull her in. Humming, Minjung took that as her answer and allowed herself to be rolled onto the bed, kisses growing deep and then light as one of Gwiboon’s fingers probed into her vagina, thumb rolling her clit.

 Minjung jolted, her hips jutting into the touch, mouth falling open, allowing Gwiboon’s teeth to grab her bottom lip and tug it. Once Gwiboon’s teeth released her, Minjung glanced to Taemin, remembering that he was still present. He’d pulled his penis from his shorts, stroking himself leisurely as he continued to voyeur their display. She giggled, meeting his gaze. “I’m trying your dick next, Taem.” She vowed, licking her lips and feeling her chest tighten at the way his mouth fell open with a pleasured groan.

  …………………………………………………………………………

  Minjung kissed each of them in turn, letting lips linger as long as she could before she stepped out of the car. Home, now that she was there, didn’t feel like it anymore.

 “Remember, Minnie. We have a date on Tuesday night.” Taemin reminded her, poking his head out of the car window. “And if you’re not there we’ll be upset.” He said with a pout and a sad expression.

 Chuckling, Minjung leaned down to kiss his pout. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

 She stood on the sidewalk and waved as they drove off, watching the car until it was out of sight. Somehow, she wished it would just come back then and there, take her back to the life they had to offer. Instead, all she could do was go back into her house and continue as if the last twenty-four hours hadn’t happened.

 “You’re finally back…” Sooyoung commented, glancing over her shoulder from the living room as Minjung slipped off her boots. “You were gone for a whole day… Finally got that boyfriend, huh?” She quizzed, grinning widely with a wink.

 Minjung couldn’t help the smile that rose upon her lips. “Kind of.”

The band gets dismissed an hour early that evening in preparation for the tests. Taemin stands uncertainly by the bleachers for a full ten minutes after they’re dismissed before breaking down and dashing off to the far corner of the soccer field where they know Jonghyun keeps his case. He’s still there, carefully taking apart his saxophone, and Taemin runs up to him so fast that he jumps.

“Please help me,” they say.

Jonghyun laughs. “Help you with what? You can play all three songs.”

“I don’t know. Help me not suck at them.”

“You don’t suck at them,” Jonghyun says, snapping his case shut and sitting back to look up at Taemin. “You know what would actually help? Stop chewing on your reed all the time.”

Taemin starts. They hadn’t even realized their reed was still hanging out of the corner of their mouth. “Is that bad for it?” they ask, pulling it out of their mouth and sliding it back into their mouthpiece.

“It warps the wood so it’ll break faster,” Jonghyun says. “But aside from that, I think you’re set.”

That’s not good enough. “Then can you…can I just hang out with you while I practice?” Taemin asks instead. “I mean, if you’re not…if you don’t have stuff to do.”

“I have dinner to eat,” Jonghyun says. “But I didn’t have plans, so…” he hauls himself to his feet, saxophone case swinging dangerously and nearly taking Taemin out at the knees. “Let’s go,” Jonghyun says, lowering his saxophone over the fence as carefully as possible (he has to stand on his tiptoes so the case doesn’t fall too far to the ground, but Taemin decides not to comment on that).

    Practicing with Jonghyun now is something different, something less like being taught and more like being friends (at least, Taemin hopes). Jonghyun makes only the occasional comment about their tone or whether or not they’re overblowing and spends the majority of the time filling the silence between songs with one-sided conversation about the band, the music, the classes they’ll be starting in a week.

He steals Taemin’s flip folder again after a few minutes, in the true spirit of his role as tutor, and sits on it when Taemin makes a grab for it. “You’re supposed to have it memorized,” he reminds them, smirking at the defeated look on their face. Taemin spends the next ten minutes playing down towards their shoes, needing something to focus on, before Jonghyun reminds them about their posture again.

Taemin lifts their head reluctantly, hair falling across their face in the process. And before they can even think to flick it out of their eyes Jonghyun’s hand is there, tucking the stray hair behind Taemin’s ear and brushing over their cheek in the process.

Taemin stops playing, turns to face Jonghyun because they’re honestly not sure what else to do. The back of his hand is still resting against Taemin’s face, and they wonder if Jonghyun can feel their cheeks heating up.

Jonghyun looks up at them and Taemin finds themself searching for something there, for an answer to Jonghyun or maybe to Jinki or what they want, what Taemin wants, but all that’s there is Jonghyun smiling at them.

“They’re going to start calling people in for tests soon,” Jonghyun says, pulling back and standing up faster than Taemin really has time to process. “I have to go get my saxophone out.”

Jonghyun heads off towards his locker, and before Taemin can press the issue further the doors are swinging open and students start filing back in, clutching their instruments and looking about as nervous as Taemin feels. It’s not long before Taemin loses Jonghyun in the crowd.

    Freshmen, unsurprisingly, test last. Taemin watches the band room fill up with students and slowly empty again as the seniors and juniors and sophomores are all called out one by one. They catch a glimpse of Jonghyun again, ducking through the doors when his name is called, but Jinki is nowhere to be seen, and soon Taemin is virtually alone in the room, accompanied only by two trumpets who are frantically writing in notes on their music.

“Lee Taemin!”

Taemin starts. There’s a girl in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Taemin as they jump to their feet. They follow her out of the band room and through the back doors of the auditorium.

Jinki’s seated at a table on the stage. He waves to Taemin as they walk in and Taemin stops dead in their tracks, feeling their stomach hit the wooden floor. The senior girl breezes past him, settling into her seat beside Jinki.

“Two more left after this,” she says, “And then we can go home.” She looks up at Taemin, who is still rooted to the spot. “You can sit down.”

Taemin is not, actually, sure they can. In retrospect, they should have known this would happen. They knew the seniors were in charge of conducting the music test, and they definitely knew their luck was bad enough that the universe would set them up to be graded by their stupid senior crush.

They sit down.

“Have you memorized your music?” the girl asks.

Taemin nods silently.

“You’ve already got a better score than all the trumpets, then,” the girl says, making a note on the paper in front of her.

“Taeyeon, be nice,” Jinki says. He shifts forward in his chair a little, looking expectantly at Taemin. Taemin really just wants to sink into the stage floor, but Jonghyun’s reminders echo in their brain and they sit up straighter, clarinet resting on their knee.

“We can start whenever you’re ready,” Jinki says.

    Taemin stumbles off the stage five minutes later, clarinet still shaking in their hands. The test, all in all, had probably gone better than expected – they played every song straight through, and only once did their breath shake enough that Taeyeon raised her eyebrows at them.

They stop just outside the door, leaning heavily against the wall. Maybe if they wait long enough they can stop thinking about how Jinki will grade them and just be relieved that the test is over.

Relief takes a lot longer than expected, and by the time Taemin finds it in themself to move again, Jinki is turning out the door himself and calling Taemin’s name.

Taemin turns, and before they can react Jinki is pulling them into an awkward sort of hug that they can’t reciprocate with their clarinet in their hands. “I’m not supposed to tell you how you did,” Jinki says when he pulls back. “So when you find out you passed on Monday you have to act surprised.”

Taemin’s powerless to stop their disbelieving laugh. “You passed me?” they say.

“Of course we passed you,” Jinki says, one hand still on Taemin’s shoulder. “You did really well.” And Taemin’s smile widens to match Jinki’s own, and they’re so shocked and relieved that they could just –

“Jinki!” someone calls.

Jinki turns away from Taemin, and Taemin really does try not to miss Jinki’s hand on their shoulder. Behind them, Jonghuyn is rounding the corner of the hallway, followed by someone Taemin recognizes vaguely as an older trumpet. 

“Can we leave?” the trumpet asks. “I’m seriously about to start eating my sheet music.”

“I think we’re still waiting on Minho,” Jinki says with a shrug. He glances back at Taemin. “Oh, Taemin, this is Gwiboon. I think we told you about her once?”

Taemin looks from Jinki to Gwiboon blankly.

“She goes by Kibum too?” Jonghyun tries.

The recognition must be evident on Taemin’s face, because Gwiboon smirks at them. “Yeah, I’ve heard about you too,” she says. “Jonghyun never stops talking about you.”

Jonghyun looks indignant, but before he can defend himself they’re joined by another upperclassmen that Taemin doesn’t recognize. “And where the hell have you been?” Gwiboon asks, crossing her arms in front of her, and Taemin figures this must be Minho.

“I told you we had soccer practice till 7,” he says. 

“Every single day? For a week?” Jonghyun says. “You can’t just miss all of band camp, dude.”

“I can’t just miss practice either,” Minho says, glancing around at the others apologetically until his eyes fall on Taemin. “Oh, hey. Is this the freshman Jonghyun’s been talking about?”

“Hey!” Jonghyun cries. Gwiboon elbows him with another smirk.

“Yeah, this is Taemin,” Jinki says, ignoring Jonghyun and Gwiboon making faces at each other.

“Is he coming to dinner?” Minho asks.

Jinki looks over at Taemin. “Are you?” he asks. Taemin figures they might as well.

“Let’s go, then,” Gwiboon says, pushing past the others and leading the way towards the parking lot where Jinki keeps his car. “Before the rest of the band takes all the tables.”

Minho races off after her, but Jinki hangs back with Jonghyun. Taemin glances behind them in time to see Jinki reaching out to take Jonghyun’s hand, Jonghyun leaning in towards the touch as they walk, and finally something about Jinki’s head on Jonghyun’s shoulder and Jonghyun’s pointed looks at Jinki fall into place.

“Are you guys dating?” Taemin blurts out before they can stop themself. Jinki flinches, but Jonghyun looks, if anything, relieved.

Gwiboon stops in front of Jinki’s car, spinning around to face them again. “Did you not tell them you were dating?” she asks incredulously.

“I’m not obligated to tell the whole band about my relationships,” Jinki says easily, but he’s blushing so hard Taemin thinks maybe they struck a nerve.

Gwiboon just rolls her eyes and climbs into the front seat of the car. “I’m calling shotgun,” she announces after she’s seated, so Taemin squeezes into the back between Minho and Jonghyun.

Taemin’s brain is running a mile a minute, trying to piece together how to feel about Jonghyun and Jinki dating (because what they do feel isn’t disappointment, and shouldn’t it be?), but Jonghyun is pressed so close to them, elbows knocking together, that it’s hard to think too much about.

    There’s only one free table when they arrive at the restaurant. Gwiboon makes Minho pull up an extra chair and seats herself at the booth next to Jonghyun. Taemin sits on the other side with Jinki and orders a bowl of mac and cheese and two cookies, mostly listening while the others play catch-up with Minho.

Taemin learns that Minho plays the snare drum, that he’s notorious for missing events for soccer games, that he and Gwiboon live on opposite sides of the same street next to the school (“And I still never see you!” Gwiboon says, pointing her soup spoon accusingly).

They also learn that Jonghyun can hold Jinki’s hand over the table and brush crumbs off Taemin’s chin in the same move. That Jinki really does look at them, out of the corner of his eye, the same way he looks at Jonghyun. That even though Jonghyun and Jinki are dating, and Taemin knows that now, nothing seems to have changed.

That’s a lot to process over a bowl of mac and cheese, so for the most part Taemin tries not to think about. Gwiboon and Minho both ask them about their schedule, and both are disappointed when Taemin doesn’t remember their teachers’ names.

“How are we supposed to make fun of your teachers if we don’t know who they are?” Minho says.

“We can still tell them which ones are horrible,” Gwiboon says with a grin, before Jonghyun elbows her and tells her it’s too soon to scare the freshmen.

It’s a good half hour after they finish their food that Jinki finally decides they’re being a nuisance and should leave. Minho and Gwiboon say their goodbyes at the door and head off down the darkening streets alongside the school.

“Drive me home?” Jonghyun asks Jinki the moment he pulls out his car keys.

“Fine.” Jinki turns to Taemin. “Where do you live?”

“Oh, I can just call my mom and – “ Taemin starts, but Jinki cuts them off with a wave of his hand.

“I can drive you,” he says.

“You don’t have to – “

“Too late. Get in,” Jinki says, throwing an arm around Taemin and steering them towards the car. Jonghyun opens the back door for them, and Taemin figures there are worse ways they could spend their evening.

Most of the ride to Taemin’s house is taken up by Jinki and Jonghyun arguing over the music selection in Jinki’s car, Jonghyun sorting through his stack of CDs and Jinki complaining about his choices.

“Why don’t you just plug your phone in?” Taemin asks.

“Taemin, please look at how old my car is,” Jinki says. “She’s dying as we speak.” Beside him, Jonghyun gives up on the CDs and starts fiddling with the radio instead.

He finally settles on a station as they turn down Taemin’s street. “I hope dinner was okay for you,” Jonghyun says, turning his head to look back at Taemin. “I know you just met Gwiboon and Minho, so…”

“No, it was fine,” Taemin says, carefully ignoring the leap of excitement they feel that Jonghyun was worried about them.

“Really?” Jonghyun says.

“Yeah, I like being your third wheel.”

It hits Taemin a second after the words left their mouth that wow, that was not what they meant to say at all. Jonghyun stares at them for a moment before he bursts out laughing, and they can see Jinki grinning in the glow of the street lights too.

“This house?” Jinki asks over Jonghyun’s laughter.

Taemin nods numbly as Jinki pulls up in front of the house. “Look, I didn’t mean for that to sound the way it did,” they say once Jonghyun stops laughing. “I really do like –“ you “– spending time with you, I just don’t want to get in the way…?” They’re not sure what else to call the way Jonghyun and Jinki act around them. “Like. You don’t have to be nice to me just because I’m a freshman.”

They’re not sure who they’re trying to save this conversation for – Jinki’s shifted in his seat to look at them, but now Jonghyun is turned towards Jinki instead, expression oddly serious.

“You’re…not in the way,” Jinki says softly.

“Jinki.” Both of them turn to Jonghyun now. “We should just tell them.”

Taemin feels their heart leap, lodging somewhere in their throat. “Tell me…?”

There’s a pause. Jinki glances between Taemin and Jonghyun, glances down at his own hands on the steering wheel. “Tell you that Jonghyun has a huge crush on you,” he says finally, and Taemin thinks for a moment their heart might actually leave their body.

“And…?” Jonghyun says.

“Why are you making me do this while I’m driving?” Jinki asks.

“You’re not driving, the car isn’t moving!” Jonghyun throws up his hands in defeat and twisting around to look at Taemin again. “What Jinki’s getting at,” he says, voice softening when he meets Taemin’s eyes. “Is that we like you. Like, both of us.”

Taemin stares at Jonghyun for a moment, certain they heard him wrong. And then it all falls into place, everything about these two that they couldn’t explain finally makes sense, and their heart is suddenly so full it’s going to burst. This is stupid, part of them thinks, being this happy when they’ve only known Jonghyun and Jinki for a week, but –

“And Jinki didn’t want to say anything to you because he thought it would stress you out more,” Jonghyun continues, “But then it seemed like you also liked at least one of us? But Jinki didn’t want to tell you that we were dating because he didn’t know if you’d be okay with that, and then I couldn’t tell you anything without telling you we were dating, so – “

“Wait.” Jonghyun, thankfully, stops talking. “Just…wait,” Taemin says again, slowly. They really don’t have enough time to take this all in. “So you both…you’re both okay with…”

“We’ve talked about it before,” Jinki says. “About dating other people, I mean. Or the same person,” he says, finally turning back towards Taemin. It’s dark in the car, but Taemin can see the blush creeping across Jinki’s face, and something about that has them smiling so wide their cheeks hurt.

“If you’re not comfortable with that you can tell us,” Jonghyun says. “But if you ever wanted to…the three of us could do something. Like a date. That Jinki will pay for because he’s the oldest.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, now you want a say in this?” Jonghyun says, grinning at Jinki. They have such an easy relationship with each other, Taemin thinks, familiar like they’ve known each other forever, and now it really hits them that they could be part of this.

“You don’t have to decide on anything right now,” Jinki is saying, ignoring Jonghyun’s teasing. “It’s not like we’ll have free time anytime soon, with all the band stuff. You don’t have to stress about this.”

“I’m not stressed,” Taemin says, still grinning, and Jonghyun laughs.

“Really, though, just tell us whenever you want,” he says. “Or if you don’t want to. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

And Taemin appreciates the patience, really, and maybe it is better not to agree to a date a week before school starts, but they know their decision is already made.

“Okay,” they say.

A/N: Okay I know I said this was the last part, and it is the last part of Band Camp Fic, but if you think for a second I’m done writing about marching band you’ve got another thing coming. I didn’t give Minho and Kibum nearly enough screen time so we’ll have to fix that at some point. 

- 3 -

She’d fallen asleep between them, their bed large and soft, their warmth around her lulling her into a deep slumber in no time, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a clean pair of underwear.

 But she was awakened with a start, her arms suddenly pulled above her head and strapped down. Disorientated, Minjung blearily blinked her eyes open to a dimly lit room – some fairy lights and lanterns casting enough to see but not so bright it hurt to wake to – and whined at being so rudely awakened. “What’s happening?”

 “Shh, it’s okay.” Minjung turned to the voice, Taemin was lying to her left, a warm smile upon his lips. “You remember what we talked about before? The safe word?” Still unsure about what exactly was going on, but also feeling her heart pounding with anticipation, Minjung nodded. “Remember to use it any time you want to.” Taemin reminded her, a finger tracing a lazy circle on her thigh. “And we’ll stop right away. Okay?”

 Dazed, Minjung nodded again. “Okay.”

 Taemin leaned into her, catching her mouth in a lingering kiss. “That’s the way.”

 There was suddenly another person, familiar hands on her other thigh and trailing a path all the way up her arm, tickling the soft skin. Minjung squirmed, giggling as Gwiboon chuckled in response. “Taemin… isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” She asked.

 A quiet laugh replied. “Yeah.”

 Minjung looked between the pair hovering over her, just slightly poking out her tongue to lick her lips. Something about her expression or just the act seemed to excite the pair, Taemin the first to kiss her before Gwiboon took her turn, their hands gentle on her face and down the sides of her neck. She hummed in delight, wanting desperately to grip at their hair, but could only tug on the padded restraints.

 “Oooh, Minjung… you’re already getting so excited.” Taemin commented, Gwiboon halting in her kiss just as Taemin traced a finger around a hard nipple showing through Minjung’s loose fitting shirt. “Your nipples are so hard.”

 Gnawing on her lip, Minjung watched his finger and unconsciously pulled her thighs together as the tingling amplified from nothing but her imagination.

 Before she knew it, the shirt was over her head and pushed up to her hands, her fingers automatically gripping the fabric with the need to hold onto something. Each of her lovers set to suckling upon her, their lips pursed and sucking upon her nipples, hands massaging the skin of her breasts. She huffed out breaths, her pupils only dilating further as she watched them.

 Then, each of their free hands moved down her body, brushing over her heaving belly and skipping over her underwear to caress her thighs, just far enough away from where she wanted them. Her huffs turned to pants and then to whines, pleading wordlessly with them to just get on with it, her hands itching to get moving.

 Gwiboon let her nipple go with a ‘pop’ and smiled at Minjung, only just brushing a finger over the cotton, so close Minjung shuddered and whimpered in need. “You’re still really sensitive, huh?” She asked softly, brushing some hair from Minjung’s face. When the girl nodded, Gwiboon kissed her cheek and then her lips. “Then I guess we’ll just have to move even slower.”

 Minjung’s mouth fell open, eyes widening.

 “Shh.” Gwiboon hushed her, breathing the words into her ear. “Trust me. This won’t be a rushed fuck like earlier. Taemin and I know how to take our time to make sure you’re trembling and dripping with need.”

 The words, the way they were spoken and the very situation she was already in made Minjung’s thighs clench together, hips rising as she let out a particularly loud gasp.

 Having mercy, Taemin grazed his finger just lightly up the wet patch on her underwear as he withdrew his hand from her leg, kissing her breast and then her mouth before he rolled off the bed, walking in just a pair of tiny boxer shorts to a dresser against the adjacent wall. When he returned he had a handful of various items – including some paint brushes that Minjung wasn’t even sure could be used for sex – and in his other hand was some scarves.

 “I think our little squirmer needs some extra restraints.” Taemin commented to Gwiboon who nodded in agreement. He handed one of the scarves to her and then proceeded to join her in tying Minjung’s ankles to two of the lower bed posts, her legs just spread enough to access her centre if they needed to, but also in a comfortable fashion. Taemin trailed fingers up her leg, teasing the seam of her underwear on his way back up to her breasts, kneading the mound with his palm.

 Minjung was suddenly in darkness, fabric covering her eyes and her head lifted as Gwiboon’s hands tied the fabric there, ensuring it wasn’t going to fall down. She whined a little in annoyance, but didn’t utter the safe word.

 All hands left her, and Minjung could only try to hear what was going on before there was something soft, but bristled gazing her cheeks, one upon each side. An uncontrollable smile grew to her lips and she tried to force the items away by bringing her arms up, but a hand on each of her arms kept them down and she giggled sheepishly as both Taemin and Gwiboon chuckled in adoration.

 “So cute.” Taemin whispered.

 The pair continued to tickle her skin – up her arms, lingering at her armpits, swirling designs on her stomach, just barely touching her toes, and all over again – just enough for her to feel it and react, but not so much that she was actually being tickled. How they managed such a thing was beyond her. Then the items were grazing her breasts, so close to her nipples they seemed to harden even further, even before the bristles flicked just barely over the tip of one, Taemin becoming eager to hurry things up.

 She gasped, her knees trying to come together as her back arched. Breaths tickled her armpits, bristles now dragging back and forth across both nipples, then circling the centre bud teasingly, then brushing back and forth again. Minjung sighed and hummed, trying to enjoy the foreplay, trying to ignore how she felt like she was about to soak through her underwear and their sheets. “Would it be rude to beg you to hurry up?” She asked.

 Taemin let out a laugh and Gwiboon seemed to be holding back her own laughter as she replied. “Sweetheart, you can beg all you want. The question is; will we take your pleading into account?”

 Minjung whimpered, but spoke again anyway. “Please. Please just… I don’t know…” She breathed, her mind suddenly empty of requests. “Just do something.”

 “She’s so adorable and needy, Boonie. Can’t we just get on with it?”

 “Not yet.” Gwiboon told him gently. “But, if you want to get the other brush I can take care of things up here.”

 For a moment the bristles on her nipples were gone before they returned, the motions no longer mirrored but in the same motions. A third brush moved down her belly, gently ticking her skin, flicking into her belly button, then over her underwear. Using one hand to hold her thigh open a little further, Taemin brushed the skin just around the inner seam of her underwear, and then dragged it down the centre. The sudden touch caused her back to rise from the bed, a sharp gasp escaping her. Taemin chuckled and pushed her back down onto her bed, his hand now upon her lower belly just above her underwear. He continued to brush up and down the wet patch on her underwear, circling her clit now and again before continuing the same motion.

 “Oh god… oh, please Taemin. Please.” Minjung panted, tossing her head back against the pillow. “Please just fuck me already!”

 Her initial response was silence, but then Taemin stopped altogether making her whimper in frustration. Taemin was grumbling, giving up on the slow pace they’d been exhibiting. This time, it seemed like Gwiboon had decided to let it drop as well.

 “Minjung.” Gwiboon said, suddenly gaining all of Minjung’s attention. “Taemin is gonna have sex with you. Is that okay?”

 Minjung huffed, smiling. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

 A playful kiss to her nose later and Minjung realised that Gwiboon was still checking in on her, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable in anyway.

 “You know, Gwiboon, I’ve never licked a clit before…” Minjung muttered, licking her lips in a way she hoped looked like she was being seductive. “Can I give it a try?”

 Gwiboon chuckled. “Another time, little sweet.” She said, tapping Minjung’s nose and then brushing her fingers across her cheek. “This is about you right now.”

 “Tomorrow then.” Minjung insisted.

 “She’s an eager one.” Taemin said, his hands untying the restraints on Minjung’s ankles. “I suggest agreeing now, Boonie.”

 “Okay, okay.” Gwiboon conceded. “If we have time.”

 Pleased, Minjung leaned up, trying to get a kiss, and received a brief one before Gwiboon occupied herself with rubbing and licking Minjung’s pert nipples. She sighed, legs relaxing upon the bed, giving Taemin the perfect opportunity to slide her underwear off. Her heartrate picked up, anticipation building as his fingers gently coaxed into her vagina, making sure she was ready for him. Other than the previous actions in the living room, Minjung had never engaged in any actual sex before, so the thought of Taemin entering her, actually having sex with her, was as nerve-wracking as it was unbelievably exciting.

 Kneeling between her legs, her thighs raised upon his, Taemin pressed his penis against her opening, carefully beginning to push in. Minjung didn’t mean to suck in a breath, but the way he felt already was incredible. She was stinging all over, a sharp pain sparking through her, the stretch surprising her. But she didn’t hate it. It wasn’t so overwhelming that she didn’t still feel like every nerve in her body was ready to explode from the pleasure.

 Before she knew it he was all the way in, his hips touching the back of her thighs. “Minjung…” He whispered, his thumbs running soothing circles against her hip bones. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

 At his words, she let out the air she’d been holding in, gasping it back in several times. “I’m okay.” She said. “I am, so please don’t stop.”

 “You heard her, Taem.” Gwiboon muttered, one of her hands reaching down to rub two fingers upon Minjung’s throbbing clit.

 Minjung cried out, hips rising from Taemin so he had to tug her back down before he could begin pushing into her. Gasps and whimpered cries continued to flood from Minjung’s mouth as the pair pleasured her, rocking her hips to Taemin’s rhythm even as Gwiboon kept suckling her nipples in turn, fingers still circling her clit.

 It felt like forever, Taemin’s pace slow and calculated, Gwiboon’s touch so soft, that Minjung felt her orgasm approaching so lazily it felt like it would take forever. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” She gasped, her words almost a squeak. “I’m close, I’m so close, please, don’t stop!”

 Her pleads didn’t go unnoticed, the pair increasing their pace until Minjung came, her throat hitching around whatever sound her lungs wanted to produce, her back arched completely off the bed, her toes curling into the sheets. Taemin pulled out from her as they both helped her to relax upon the bed again, Minjung’s breaths shaky and shallow.

 “Don’t leave the condom on the floor, Taemin.” Gwiboon warned him as Taemin climbed off the bed and rushed to the bathroom. She then removed Minjung’s blindfold and the restraints on her wrists, chuckling to herself as she ran a hand up and down Minjung’s waist. “He’s so polite.” She explained. “Trying to finish himself off without you knowing.”

 Minjung curled into Gwiboon with a weary nod, her breathing only just beginning to even out when Taemin joined them, sliding in behind Minjung . “Thank you…” She whispered, falling asleep soon after.