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I'm a Mouse, Duh! | LJN + NJM (M)
Roommate Jeno x fem reader x roommate Jaemin, Halloween party trope, pure filth
Summary: Nomin in police costumes and Y/N in a "mouse" costume (it's literally just lingerie). Will they fuck? Keep reading to find out! (the answer is yes) (the title is a mean girls reference if you didn't notice btw)
Warnings: sexual content, dom Jeno, dom Jaemin, oral (fem and male receiving), Eifel tower 😖, spiting, cum eating, ass eating, butt stuff (it's my first time writing this don't judge too hard), double penetration, slight crying kink
Word count: 8,3k
Song recs: needs by tinashe
A/N: the drought is over!!! I have posted. This is my kinktober thing bcs I've been too busy with life so I hope y'all like this even though it's a bit rushed. This can kinda be like a "the walls are thin" special episode if you will. Also tysm for 800 followers (even though I'm barely posting). Feedback is loved and appreciated 🤍🤍
"Can you please hurry up? The party started an hour ago," Jaemin yelled from the living room.
"Don't rush me. You want me to look nice right? Be patient," you yelled back, applying the red lipstick carefully. You checked your hair in the mirror one last time, fixing your lashes as you leaned into your vanity.
"I'm sure you look fine. Hurry, I want to get there before they run out of beer," Jeno yelled.
"Gosh, I'm coming," you said, grabbing your bag. You opened your room door, heels clicking as you walked out the both of them sitting on the couch. You stared at them, face contorting in confusion. "Cops? Really?"
They turned to you, staring at you for a little longer than they should've. Your outfit was definitely something beyond scandalous. Lace lingerie, fishnets, heels, and a headband. Jaemin swallowed hard, eyes scraping every inch of your body. The obscene 'costume' hugged your body like it was made for you. And your lips looked great in red. He always loved the color on you. Jeno didn't hide his emotions like Jaemin did though. He was always shameless. Letting you know how good you look even on days where you weren't very dressed up. Jeno had always been attracted to you. Both of them were, making being roommates with them very hard at times.
"That's your costume," Jaemin questioned, eyes scanning you once again stopping at your cleavage.
"Yes it is."
"And what are you supposed to be," Jeno continued.
"I'm a mouse," you said, pouting at the headband. "Duh."
Jeno chuckled at your answer, raking his hands through his hair as he stared at you. "If I were to guess, I'd probably say playboy model."
"Ha ha very funny," you mumbled. "Anyway, I'm ready. Are you both going to keep sitting there staring or do you wanna go?"
"Yeah, the party, right." Jaemin pulled out his phone, ordering Uber for the three of you. You all walk outside, standing in front of your apartment. Tonight, the biggest frat of your university was going to throw a Halloween party. They're known for having the best parties, so this one shouldn't be short of excitement. You were hoping and praying to get laid tonight after a 4 month dry spell. You needed action, no matter where you got it from.
Hopefully, your dream could come true. It shouldn't be that hard right? After all, it was Halloween.
-
You definitely were not gonna get laid tonight. Half of the frat is already piss drunk, the sports bros are hooking up or going home early, all the hot guys are with their girlfriends. It looked like luck was in fact not on your side. In moments like these you would nuzzle into one of your friends arms and complain but they were all off doing whatever for the night. Now it was just you and the red solo cup full of various alcoholic beverages mixed together. The drink was rancid, but it would have you loose in no time to help you get comfortable.
Funny thing about it was you'd probably never be comfortable. You definitely did not have the most outrageous outfit in the house, but the eyes that lingered on you made you feel like you did. This costume was completely out of your norm. Every other Halloween, Jeno and Jaemin would dress up as something funny, but this time you wanted to take a bit of a break. Now that break is costing you foot pain, forcing you to stand in the corner in 5 inch heels for an hour and a half.
You stopped your drink, trying your best to avoid the gaze of the men who migrated around the house. But there was one gaze you couldn't shake no matter how much you tried. Jaemin watched you from the other side, eyes scanning your body like they did hours prior. He was so attracted to you it made him crazy. This was probably the first time he felt like he needed you. There were times where he walked in on you accidentally, saw you in underwear, but nothing could compare to this.
You stood there, gorgeous as ever, in the sexiest clothes ever, tiny bits of skin peeking through the lace making his mind wild. And now that he had just the right amount of alcohol in his system, he could finally do something about it.
You didn't notice Jaemin walking towards you, so when you heard him speak, you jumped a bit.
"Y/N," he said, making you turn around.
"God, you scared me," you laughed. You watched him lean on the wall, one hand on his cup and the other in his pocket. His eyes hung low, lips curved into a smile as he stared at you.
"Ah, sorry. Didn't mean to." Jaemin sipped his drink, licking his lips as he continued to look at your cleavage. "I didn't tell you earlier but… you look great tonight."
The way his eyes went from your lips to your chest didn't go unnoticed. "You didn't have to tell me, you've been staring since we got here," you say. You thought that would probably throw him off his game but to your surprise, all he did was grin and laugh.
"So you noticed?"
"Of course I noticed. Everyone's been staring at me. Am I that naked," you question.
"Do you feel naked?"
"I do when you look at me like that," you laugh. Jaemin's eyes were always the thing that told you the most. He could've lied and said you look ridiculous but his expressions never lie. He didn't know, but you always felt vulnerable under his stare. Like he could do anything and everything. And you would definitely let him.
"If you wanna fuck me, just say so," you joke. You brought the cup to your lips, drinking the party battery acid. Your eyes were locked on his, the tension between you both becoming thicker and thicker by the second. For a minute, you forgot that you were in a room full of people because all you wanted to do was rip that costume off him and give him what he was begging for.
Jaemin watched you as you pulled the cup away from your lips, lipstick staining the plastic. A drop of the liquid remained on your lip, the sight making Jaemin swallow hard. All he could think about was that pretty lipstick being in places it shouldn't be. Jaemin reached up, tilting your chin to him softly as he took his thumb and wiped the drop.
Your stomach erupted in butterflies, heat spreading between your legs when he maintained eye contact. You didn't mean to, but you leaned into his touch, slightly gasping when he continued staring at you.
"Should I fuck you," he said out right.
Your heart beat sped up immediately, this sudden surge of confidence in him making you go crazy. That's when you noticed how close you both were. Jaemin's face was hovering right above yours, one more step and he would be kissing you. His lips looked so soft and inviting, so why not make it happen. You glanced at his lips then looked back at his eyes slowly getting sucked into his little game.
"Is this part of your whole police bit? Interrogating me like this,' you joke, trying to take some edge off the moment. "Are you going to arrest me if I don't answer?"
Jaemin didn't answer, just grinned. You always had a way of getting out of something and that something just so happened to be the sexual tension that's been brewing between the both of you for the longest. You couldn't deny that he looked good in the costume. And you always had a thing for men in uniform.
But instead of making a move, Jaemin simply backed away from you, eyeing you up and down. "I'm not doing this here," he mumbled, licking his lips.
"Do it," you said. "Do whatever you want." You swallowed hard, watching Jaemin watch you. You wanted him to just grab you and take you right here in the corner of the room. No one would notice anyway. Everyone was either high, drunk or in their own world.
Jaemin chuckled, licking his lips. "I'll see you later okay. Don't get too drunk." And with that he walked away, leaving you hot and needy.
-
Your body moved to the music, surrounded on all sides by people who also danced, talked and laughed. So far it's been a blast. Nothing crazy has happened except for some guy fighting another guy for scaring him too badly, two freshmans getting caught in a bedroom together, a girl projectile vomiting all over the living room. But other than that, it's been a smooth night.
You keep thinking about how you talked earlier with Jaemin. His sly look, the confidence in his eyes, the way he towered over you. God, he was so enticing.
You kept sipping your drink, the liquid falling into your stomach and heating your body at the same time when you felt someone come up behind you. They held your hips, body swaying with yours. "I thought you would never come back," you said, leaning into their body.
"I haven't seen you all night."
You looked behind you, only to see Jeno staring at you with his signature smile. "I thought you were Jaem," you said, turning around fully. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to hold your waist, body dancing with yours to the music.
"Why are you always looking for him and not me," he whined playfully.
You laughed, fingers playing in his hair. You felt his hands tense and tighten on your hips, fingers slightly pressing into your sides. This is the closest you've probably ever been to him. Due to the nature of your outfit, it felt like his hands were on your skin, making your body heat up a little too fast. You tried to push the thoughts of his hands ripping off the outfit, forcing you down to your knees, swirling your cup of liquid behind his head. You took your arm from behind him, sipping it slowly.
"Gosh what made you think this costume was a good idea," he groaned, his cute grin making you giggle.
"Why didn't you and Jaem tell me you guys were gonna be cops? I could've been a cop too," you laugh.
"No one likes female cops."
"Not true. You haven't seen me as a female cop yet." The funny thing is that he did it last year. Except you bought a proper cop costume instead of a 'sexy' one. "Besides, I like this one. It was cheap."
"Clearly," he chuckled. His laugh was deep, radiating through your entire chest. That's when you noticed he wasn't even looking in your direction. Jeno was looking directly at your cleavage as your chest was pressed right against his. He slid his hands down your hips and behind, palms loosely cupping your ass. "What were you looking to achieve wearing this Y/N? Because whatever it was, it might be working."
You reached back, moving his hands back to your hips. "I'm trying to get laid, and I'm trying to do it with anyone that's not you."
Jeno raised a brow, giving you a dry laugh. "You're the only woman I know who wouldn't take the easy route."
"And what do you mean by that?"
"I mean," he leaned into your ear, lips brushing against the edge,"what kind of woman wouldn't wanna fuck two guys who clearly wanna fuck her and happens to live with?"
Jenos hands snakes back to your ass, gripping it hard. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him, who remained as calm and collected as he did earlier. God it made you crazy. You were already wet from the interaction with Jaemin earlier, this one with Jeno just making you soaked.
"You're so rough, don't manhandle me," you whined, chest slightly pushing against his.
"Don't pretend you don't like it rough. 'Harder, faster'," he mocked. You've been a little less discreet than you would've liked in the past, leading to weeks and weeks of bullying by the two. "Your taste in men is horrible. If you have to keep telling them what to do, they're horrible."
"And if I fuck you and Jaem, what would that make me," you ask, tilting your head.
"Smart."
You laugh, taking another big sip from your cup. All Jeno could think about was how close you were to him. How close he is to ripping your lack of real clothes off. He just wanted you to admit that you've been thinking about it too, but he's fine if you didn't. He enjoyed the chase. He watched you place the cup on the coffee table that's next to you, fully immersing yourself in the conversation you were having with him. But Jeno wishes he could immerse himself the same as you. The way you look at him, the way you let your fingers graze his arms. You had no idea.
"Do you like the police costumes," Jeno asked you, content expression on his face.
You nod, moving your arms from around his neck and placing them on his shoulders. "Of course I do. You look hot," you complimented, grazing your fingers down his arms.
"Hot enough for you to fuck?"
You gave him a soft laugh, rolling your eyes. "Keep asking and it'll never happen."
"So you've considered."
You shook your head, avoiding the obvious answer but he knew you better than that. You thought about fucking him and Jaemin almost everyday. The thought of them bending you over, fist in your hair as they took you from behind plagued your once sane mind more times than you would like to admit. The feeling of their rough strong hands on your body, forcing you into any position possible. You couldn't help it. Living in such close quarters with them gave you the privileges of seeing things other women would kill to see. The Halloween costumes made it so much worse, the want for them to dominate you stronger than ever. Maybe you had a thing for power, but whatever it was was turning you into the most horny woman where you stood.
"Don't lie to me," he said quietly. Jeno gave you a smug smile as he leaned into your ear. "Instead of trying to fuck one of these losers, all you have to do is say the word and we'll be out of here."
A shiver ran down your spine feeling his breath on your ear. You needed him badly. You needed Jaemin badly, and you just knew you had to take the opportunity, but not without teasing him so much. Just before you spoke, you felt someone press against your back, whoever it was was not breathing into your neck.
"You guys are having fun without me?"
You gulped, Jaemin's deep whisper traveling right between your legs. Jeno moved his hands to your hips allowing Jaemin to place his own hands on your waist. His fingers played with the thin fabric, nails threatening to tip the thread with every pass. Jaemin pressed his semi hard cock in your ass while Jeno pressed his to your front, sending you into a spiral. You were forcefully sandwiched between your roommates, the air getting thick around you as people began to stare at the three of you.
"Guys people are starting to stare," you say, looking down to avoid eye contact with Jeno.
"And? They're just waiting for us to fuck you right in the middle of this floor. And I bet you're waiting for it too," Jaemin says in your ear, chuckling when you arched your ass on him. For a second it felt like no one was in the room. The music muffled in your ears, the faint feeling of jaemin's lips on your neck and Jeno's lips grazing against your lighting a fire in your chest.
"Stop teasing," you exhale.
"Do you want it as much as we want it," Jeno questioned, biting his lip as he stared at yours.
"Yes."
A wicked smile you couldn't see spread on Jaemin's face hearing your words. "This is gonna be a long night then."
-
The Uber ride consisted of nothing but kissing and touching. You were squeezed between the two men, their hands all over your body not giving a second to breathe. You find yourself kissing both of them at the same time, one or the other pulling you away when they feel they've been left out.
Jaemin's soft touch contrasted how strong his kisses were, his hand resting gently on the back of your neck as he kissed you. He wanted you to feel how much he wanted you, not just know. Jaemin didn't hide how horny he was for you due to the number of drinks he consumed at the party. He palmed himself, his cock straining against the pants of the costume.
Beside you, Jeno kissed neck, holding your waist tight he was pressed against you, sandwiching your body between the both of them. The scene was something straight out of a movie. The three of you are unable to keep your hands to yourselves as your driver tries his best to not watch in the front of the car.
You were in a complete daze, Jeno grabbing your chin gently, turning you to him. You moaned on his lips softly, turning your body to him. Jeno's hands went from your waist to your chest, gripping your breast generously. Jaemin kissed your neck down to your shoulder, his big strong hands making their way between your legs. You gasped softly feeling his thumbs rub your inner thighs dangerously close to your soaking heat.
"Fuck," you whispered, brows furrowing as you felt his thumb graze your clothed clit.
"It would only take me a second to rip this shit fabric off you," he whispered low enough so the driver couldn't hear. "Is that what you want?"
You nodded, gulping as Jeno's hands rubbed up your thighs. "Be patient, pretty. We're almost home," Jeno whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. You wish you could calm down, but the way jeno's hands sooth you as Jaemin keeps rubbing his thumb dangerously close to your clit makes you feel insane.
You kissed Jeno, hand on his neck as he wanted into his mouth. Jaemin began stroking his thumb softly against your clit, his lips on the back of your neck. Jeno bit your lip softly, kissing you once more as you began to quietly moan. Your hips moved on their own, slightly beginning to grind on his thumb.
"You're such a cute whore, putting on a show for everyone," Jaemin whispered.
"Are you gonna punish me officer?"
Your lips curled into a smile hearing Jaemin's soft laughter. You thought he would be put off by the sentence but instead he whispered something else that made your thoughts run.
"The costume came with handcuffs. You wanna put them to use?"
You nodded, heart beating fast in your chest. Jeno took your chin between his fingers, kissing you softly, his tongue making its way into your mouth. Jeno wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly making you moan softly into his mouth.
"U-uh, w-we arrived at your location," said the driver, who was silent the whole ride.
Jeno planted one more kiss on your lips softly, before turning to speak. "Thanks for the ride." The three of you got out of the car, Jeno stopping before walking to the entrance of your shared apartment.
"Mark is your name right?"
"Uh-huh," the driver said, nodding awkwardly.
"Thanks for the ride Mark, I'll give you a hefty tip."
The driver nodded and drove off, the deep red on his cheeks completely noticeable. Jeno walked back to you and Jaemin, who were already eating each other's faces in front of the door. "You two look like 2 drunk sorority girls," he laughed, pulling you away from the other male.
"Well, I'm trying to fuck like a drunk sorority girl so let's go inside," you said, closing your eyes as Jeno kissed your neck. The male chuckled and pulled you into the building followed by Jaemin. The elevator ride up was just as eventful as the car ride, hands and mouths all over you. The ding of the elevator snapped you out of whatever trance they had you in, but not them. They pulled you down the hall and to the door of your apartment, Jaemin's hand fumbling as he put the code into the door.
In the blink of an eye, the three of you were inside and the door was shut. Both of their hands were all over your body, not even giving you a chance to breathe. Jaemin grabbed your face, kissing you roughly. "Fuck I've been waiting for this all night," he mumbled.
"C-can we get to my bedroom at least," you said.
The both of them chuckled at your sudden flustered expression, following you to your room. Once again they didn't even give you time to breathe before they were all over your body. Jaemin pulled you to him, lips on yours as his hands gripped your waist. His hands moved to your tiny shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping the fabric. You kicked your heels off, height shifting but still keeping your lips on his. That's when you feel Jeno come up behind you, pressing himself on your body as he groped your breast from behind, kissing your neck softly.
Jaemin tugs your shorts down letting the fabric fall to the floor. You step out of the shorts, moaning softly when you feel Jeno's hand slip between your legs, cupping your clothed heat.
"Bet you've been thinking about this all night," he whispered in your ear.
You nodded, brows furrowing as Jaemin begins to kiss your neck. "Just fuck me already," you whined softly.
"You're desperate aren't you," Jaemin mumbled, chuckling as he undid the buttons of your body suit. The male pulled the fabric up your body, his fingertips grazing your bare skin lighting a fire in your belly. Jeno wasted no time getting his hand back between your legs, finding that you were wearing nothing but a thong with your tights.
"Jesus, you really were just trying to get fucked tonight weren't you." You closed your eyes, letting your head fall on Jaemin's shoulder taking in the feeling of Jeno rubbing your clothed clit. He smirked to himself watching you push onto his hand as he kept going. "What do you want right now, hm?"
"Anything," you said breathlessly. "Please.."
"Isn't that cute," Jaemin mumbled, chuckling softly. "But are you gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?"
You groaned softly, rolling your eyes. "Please just fuck me," you whined.
"You didn't answer his question," Jeno chimed, fingers playing with your fishnets.
You wanted to say something else, but you realized they had the upper hand at the moment. You needed to have sex badly, and was so desperate to get something out of someone. And as much as it pained you to not pick a fight with them m, you obliged not just for your own sanity, but also because the thought of them telling you what to do was fucking hot.
"I'll be a good girl," you said reluctantly.
"Good," Jaemin smirked. "Get on your knees."
Both of their eyes never left you as you dropped to the ground slowly. Their bodies towered over you in the most degrading way and you loved it. You move your hands towards Jaemin's belt, undoing it all while staring up at him. His eyes were glued on you, along with Jeno's, who was undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. You tugged his pants down, allowing his hard on to spring free from the confines of the fabric.
"Shit," you whispered to yourself, staring at the size of him.
You look to your left to see Jeno was just a big, a gulp moving down your throat.
"What? You're scared," Jaemin mocked.
"Don't tell me you're a quitter Y/N," Jeno taunts, "we barely got started."
"Shut up," you grumbled. Your face grew hot, breath a little shallow as you wrapped your hand around the base of Jeno's cock, stroking it slowly as you turned to Jaemin's. Jaemin's heavily lidded eyes lingered on you, watching you as you licked the tip of his cock, staring at him with those big eyes he loved so much.
You wrapped your mouth around his head, sucking and bobbing your head slowly. The way he looked at you lit a fire in you, the fire traveling to your stomach and even lower, making you press your legs together. You lifted your mouth off him, wrapping your hand around his shaft as you turned to Jeno.
You licked up the base of his cock all the way to his tip, making the man scrunch his brows. He bit his lip, watching you close your eyes as you started to suck him off with a bit more vigor, hand moving on Jaemin at the same pace. Everything about this looked like it jumped straight out of a porno. You're still in half of your costume, Jaemin and Jeno dressed like cops with their pants to their ankles, both their cocks in your mouth.
"Good girl, keep going just like that," Jeno mumbled, hand stroking the back of your head.
The praise went right to your head and your cunt making you squeeze your legs tight. The way Jeno looked at you made you feel like he was about to eat you alive, and that's all you wanted. You pulled off of him, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Your hand stroked him fast as you turned to Jaemin, giving his neglected cock your attention.
You stuck your tongue out, tapping the tip on the wet muscle in the most teasing way possible. Jaemin watched you in awe as you kissed his tip softly, opening your mouth wide to take him. Jaemin licked his lips, enjoying watching you.
"Take all of it."
And you did, sinking lower and lower until all you could do was splutter around him, gagging as he hit the back of your throat. Jaemin took the back of your head, pushing you until your nose touched his skin. Eyes screwed shut, trying to be the best girl you possibly could below both of these men making you go crazy.
"Good girl," Jaemin cooed. "Take it like the slut you are."
Jaemin took his hand off your head, allowing you to rise from him. You coughed, heaving as you tried to get oxygen in your lungs but even that couldn't stop you from spitting on his cock and taking him in your mouth again. You bobbed your head, hand pumping Jeno at the same pace you had no idea how you looked but it couldn't have been anything short from a mess.
However, to the men standing above you, you looked like a wet dream. On your knees, hands on both of them, tears straining your face, drool falling from your pretty lips.
"Fuck, just look at her," Jeno grunted, thrusting into your hand slowly as you stroked him. You stopped bobbing your head, pulling his cock out your mouth and turned back to Jeno. They were both so close and you could tell. You could feel it in the way they were talking, breathing, thrusting in your mouth or hands. Jeno raked his hand through his hair, throwing his head back at the feeling of you deepthroating him, a loud groan leaving his lips.
"I'm so fucking close," Jeno moaned, the sound of his voice making you weak.
"C'mon baby, make us cum." Jaemin breathing heavily along with the male across from him, watching you with focused eyes as you removed Jeno from your mouth, not just stroking them in your hands quickly.
Looking up at them, your doe eyes shifted rapidly between them, wanting them to cum badly. "Please," you spoke with a breathy moan, voice raspy. "Cum on my fucking face."
Your voice sent them both over the edge, the pressure building up in both of them resulting in your cum landing all over your face. You stuck your tongue out, catching both of their seed swallowing and sticking it out again to show them.
"Good girl," Jaemin praised. "such a good girl. Stand up for me pretty."
You did as you were told, letting go of their cocks as you rose to your feet, knees sore from being on them too long. Jaemin pulled you to him, lips crashing on yours. Behind you, you felt Jeno's hand snake underneath you, popping the buttons of the body suit. You moaned softly, feeling his hands pull the fabric up your stomach. He traced his fingers on your ass, giving you neck slow wet kisses.
You pulled away from Jaemin, reaching back for Jeno as you felt his fingers graze your inner thighs once more.
"I let me taste you," he said, ensuing an enthusiastic nod from you. Jeno took you, sitting you on the edge of your bed followed by him sinking to his knees right in front of you. You thought about this happening more times than you'd like to admit. But now here he is, spreading your legs wide for him, eyes unable to look away from your soaked thong and slick thighs. You were a mess and don't even know.
"Fuck," Jaemin breathed. "You like being on your knees that much?" Jaemin sat next to you, stroking his semi soft cock as he watched Jeno tease you.
Jeno kissed your inner thighs, tongue grinding along your skin licking your arousal. His eyes never left yours. They pierced into yours as if they could read every thought you had at the moment. A shiver ran through your spine as you circled his tongue on your clothes clit, hand reaching up and pulling the thong against the sensitive bud.
"Perfect little pussy just for me," he mumbled to himself, pushing the fabric aside.
"God we should've done this a long time ago," Jaemin mumbled.
Jeno gave you clit one lick, making your body shudder, a sigh falling from your lips. He did it again, this time harder and longer. Jeno wrapped his arms around the underside of your legs, placing soft kisses on your cunt. Jaemin turned your head to him, locking lips with you as Jeno began to eat you out with vigorous tongue moving all over.
Jaemin kissed you deeper, tongue exploring your mouth as his hand kept pumping his cock. Jaemin pulled away, smirking to himself as he looked at your cum covered face. "So fucking pretty," he mumbled, kissing the corner of your mouth.
Your moans grew, panting heavily as Jeno sucked your clit, flicking his tongue on the bud. Looking down at him, you couldn't help but get even more turned on. His mouth was covered in your slick, tongue moving inside you like crazy. Your hips began to move on its own, grinding on his face. You always loved his nose, especially right now. His nose continued to stimulate the swollen bud as he licked at your entrance.
"Fuck Jeno, oh my God," you whimpered, pleasure amplified by Jaemin's lips on your neck.
"Is this pretty pussy gonna cum for me," he mumbled, flicking his tongue on your clit fast. Jeno removed his arm from around your leg, hand immediately making its way in-between your legs. In the blink of an eye, his fingers were inside you, fingering you hard and fast.
"Jeno, fuck just like that," you whimpered, body starting to shake from the intense pleasure. He never took his eyes off you, lips wrapping around your clit once again, sucking it hard.
"F-fuck, you're gonna make me cum." You ran your hand through his hair, gripping it tight as you pulled his face closer to your body. Just as you felt yourself about to cum, Jaemin took your chin, kissing you messily. You moaned loudly into the other male's mouth, sucking his tongue as you whined, feeling yourself cum around Jeno's fingers.
You sat there panting as Jaemin cupped your face, trying to catch your breath and whatever piece of mind was still there as Jeno moved his fingers from inside you.
"You did so good Y/N," Jeno praised, standing up between your legs. "Open your mouth for me."
You did, dropping your jaw on command. No man has ever been able to dominate you in the way that these two have, but you love it. You were fuzzy, completely fucked out. You just wanted to be a good girl for them. Jeno looked down at you, taking in the absolute mess that you were and reveled in it. The amount of times he's jerked off to this couldn't compare to being here at the moment. You were a tease and knew it. He couldn't wait to wreck you.
Jaemin watched Jeno grab your jaw and spit in your mouth, sticking his fingers coated in your cum down your throat right after. Almost like you've done this a thousand times more, you sucked his fingers, staring up at him with begging eyes.
"Fuck if I knew you were like this I would've fucked you a long time ago," Jaemin mumbled. You pulled off his fingers, nothing but a string of saliva connecting your bodies till it broke.
"I need both of you inside me," you said, face hot at the thought.
"At the same time," Jaemin questioned. Both of the men glanced at each other, silently communicating.
You nodded, gulping as you stared at them with desperate eyes. "Please.."
Jeno sighed, laughing softly to your begging. He began to unbutton his shirt, the sight of his fingers moving setting your body on fire. "God, I love it when you beg."
You turned your head, Jaemin already out of his shirt. He removed his shoes, kicking his pants and boxers off his ankles. His hands then tugged on your bodysuit taking the sheer fabric off of you as lifted your arms. Then went your bra, Jaemin sliding it off your shoulders kissing the back of your neck softly. He took his shirt, wiping the cum that covered your face off, making you sigh in relief.
"Face down ass up," Jaemin said, tone more assertive than before.
You did as you were told, arching your ass in the air watching them watch you. Their eyes burned holes in your skin, smiles taunting you as you let them feel up your body.
"Where's your lube," Jeno questioned, raising a brow.
"Third drawer."
But before Jeno even pulled it out, Jaemin had already decided he was ready. You sighed softly, feeling his soft lips on the plush of your ass, his hands kneading your body like a stress ball. Jaemin never realized how unintentionally rough he was, how strong he was and it annoyed you except for this time. Your already sensitive cunt grew even more aroused as he squeezed harder. Jaemin smacked your ass hard, making your body jump.
"Has anyone ever eaten your ass before," he asked, his voice sounding darling from behind you.
Your face goes hot, gulping as you shake your head "no."
"There's a first time for everything."
The sensation that went through your body when his tongue touched your asshole was unexpected. Maybe you were simply too horny to function, but it actually felt good. Jaemin licked your backend again, this time starting from your pussy. Unintentionally, you pushed against his face more earning a hard smack on your ass once again.
"Fuck," you whispered, brows scrunched together. His tongue swirled around the tight muscle, eliciting yet another whine from your lips. Jeno stroked his cock, watching the both of you, precum already dripping. Jaemin was as hard as a brick, precum leaking down his tip as buried his face in your body. "J-Jaemin, this feels so good."
"Yeah?" He chuckled darkly, staring at you like you were his prey. He felt your body tremble in his hands when you felt his spit slide down your ass without warning. Jaemin rubbed the pad of his thumb on your puckered hole as he reached over to grab the lube. With one hand he opened it, squeezing its contents on your body. "You sure you want this," he asked, lids heavy with desire.
"Y-yes."
Jaemin took his finger, rubbing the lube a bit more before you gasped softly, feeling his finger move past the tight muscle. The deeper and deeper he pushed his finger, the harder your hands gripped the cover of your bed. The feeling was new, completely foreign and it would definitely take time before you got used to it. Your eyes were screw shut, the discomfort of him thrusting his finger in and out of you making your back hunch and whine tiredly.
"I know it feels strange but you'll start feeling good, I promise," he said softly.
And he was right, because after some time, that fire in your belly started to come back making you pant softly against your pillow. Your body becomes more relaxed, your brain adjusting the prior discomfort to pleasure. But you wanted more, needed more.
"A-add another finger," you mumbled, making Jeno bite his lip as he watched you.
Jaemin smirked, doing as you said. You gave him the reaction he expected. He loved your pretty sounds so much they gave him goosebumps. You were right around his fingers, the pressure making his cock leak. He popped the cap of the lube open, adding more.
"You're doing so well baby. Does it feel good," he said, voice sultry and sweet.
"Mhm." You could barely form real sentences, your brain too fogged in pleasure. You found yourself arching into his fingers more and more as he fingered you slowly. Jaemin's other hand massages your ass, adding more to the pleasure swimming all over your body. The room was silent with sounds of heavy breathing and the sound of Jaemin's fingers slipping in and out of you. That was until he slipped another finger in you without warning, making you whine loudly.
"F-fuck, it's too much," you whined.
"If you can't take three fingers, you can't take my cock," he said smoothly. "Don't tell me you're quitting Y/N."
"N-no," you managed to get out.
"Good," he mumbled. "Do you think you can take Jeno and my fingers at the same time?"
You nodded, gulping hard at the image you created in your head. "Yeah," you answered breathlessly. You lifted your body weakly, letting out a tiny whine as Jaemin pulled out his fingers. Jeno climbed underneath you, his head plopping down on your pink pillow. His hands ran up and down your sides, trying to soothe your sensitive body.
"God you're so pretty," he mumbled, staring at you from below. You hadn't seen yourself since you got out of the car, but you could only assume he was lying. Your lipstick was probably smudged everywhere, mascara running along your cheeks. You were anything but pretty, but his words still made you blush. "I would put a condom on, but I have no idea where you keep those."
"I don't have any," you said blankly, just now realizing your lack of protection. "But… I don't mind. As long as it's okay with you guys."
Jeno didn't say a word, only giving you a look like he's been dreaming of this moment. He thought about it all the time, fucking you nice and raw. The thought of having your tight cunt around him was about to make him spiral. Jeno took his cock, rubbing the tip along your slit slowly.
He grinned, watching your brows knit at the feeling. "You want me to fill you up real bad don't you," he taunted, rubbing your clit softly.
"Yes, I want you to stretch me. Please," you whined, begging for him with a hot face. You let out a breathy moan, feeling his tip slowly enter you. Jeno let your hips do the rest of the work, groaning when you fully sat on his cock. "Jeno, you're so big," you moaned, mindlessly beginning to grind on him. Your hands curled on his chest, the stretch he was giving you overstimulating your senses but you couldn't help yourself.
Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and still them. "You're so eager you can't even wait," Jaemin said with a small laugh. He kneeled behind you, forcefully pushing your body down against Jeno, making you arch your back. That's when Jeno wrapped his arms around you keeping you still as Jaemin added more lube. You shivered feeling the cold substance on your skin, hissing as his fingers filled your asshole once again.
Your body is on fire, Jeno filling your pussy while Jaemin plays with your ass. The vulnerability of the position, the way both of their eyes burned into you as you laid there weak and unable to have a single coherent thought only turned you on even more. Jeamin pumped his fingers in you while Jeno thrusted in you slowly, the discomfort beginning to melt away as time passed. His dick was painfully hard, wanting to do nothing but ravage your body.
"You think you're ready," he said, chuckling when seeing your fucked out expression.
"Y-yes, fuck me please."
Jaemin moved closer to you, pulling his fingers out at you smoothly. Picking up the lube, he added a generous amount. You bite your lip hard looking, Jeno unwrapping his arms from around you allows you to look over your shoulder. Jaemin pressed the head of his cock against your hole, his eyes droopy in lust. Jaemin pushed the head of his cock into you, the stretch making you screw your eyes shut, nails digging into Jeno's chest.
"I love first timers," Jaemin groaned. His brows furrowed deep, gripping your hips. Very slowly, he fills you, the tightness making the three of you moan. You were in a daze, body gone completely limp and weak. You never felt so full in your life and you loved every second of it. The only thing you could do was take deep breaths, as Jaemin bottomed out inside of you. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you let your face fall into the crook of Jeno's neck.
"You're doing so good baby," Jeno whispered in your ear, his hands traveling to your ass, squeezing your body hard.
The action made you clench, giving both men a chill up their spines. "Fuck," you whimpered softly. "So full..t-too much.."
"Shh baby you can do it," he moaned softly, hips starting to rock into yours slowly. "Take it Y/N. Be a good girl and take it."
With every rock of his hips, it caused your body to move also, adding a slight bounce on Jeno's cock. You couldn't even compute the feeling flowing through your body. All you could do was lay there weak as they filled every part of you, drooling and moaning uncontrollably. Jeno turned your head to him, kissing you lazily as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly along with Jaemin.
Your breathing quickened, hands moving from his chest to his shoulders. "Oh my God," you whimpered tearfully. Your body was completely overstimulated, overwhelmed with lust.
"Poor baby, she's crying," Jeno said, chuckling darkly.
"Wanted both of us at the same time, but can barely handle it." Jeamin spread your cheeks further watching both his and Jeno's dick move in and out of you. "So fucking pretty and tight for me. You've been waiting for this haven't you."
Absent-mindedly, you nod, the only thing in your brain is pleasing them.
"Good girl," Jaemin said in a slight whisper. "Every time you cum from now on, I want it to be from my cock in your ass. Understand?"
"Y-yes," you said in a small groan.
"Good girl." A hard smack landed on your ass check, the pain quickly turning into pleasure. Jeno was beginning to get impatient, the feeling of Jaemin practically rubbing right against him, the tight and snug fit of the both of you quickly about to make him cum.
"Faster," you whine. "B-both of you, please." Both men obliged your pleading, watching you throw your head back, eyes rolling back while you moaned in controllably. Your hips pushed against the both of them, desperate for them to be seeing inside you.
"Such a fucking cock slut," Jeno said through gritted teeth, his hands trailing down your arched back. "You like having two dicks in you don't you?"
"Y-yes," you said, gasping, feeling a pair of fingers on your neglected clit. Looking at your bodies, you see Jeno's fingers rubbing it fast. You were nowhere near cumming, but now you felt it. You felt the pit in your stomach grow. "I'm gonna cum," you moaned, tears threatening to escape again.
"Cum on my cock." Jeno's voice sent a shockwave through you, your orgasm coming to you almost violently, body shaking, nails digging into his shoulders as you held onto him. Your pussy clenched tight around him, making you clench just as tight around Jaemin, who was pressing his fingers into your sides. For the first time in a long time, you came so hard you saw starts and it felt real fucking good.
"Fuck, you take me so well," Jeno groaned. He lost all self control after feeling you cum around him, thrust started to get fast. Jaemin matched his speed, making your already weak body slump over on the man below you. Your face was buried in his neck once again, whimpers and whines escaping.
Jaemin pounded into you as Jeno went deeper, every single movement making you see stars, your brain going fuzzy with pleasure.
Jaemin watched you sit up as best as you could, looking back watching both of them stuffing you like a doll. He took one glance at your wet face, hands gripping hips hard when the sight made his mind reel. That's when he felt himself coming closer and closer to his orgasm. Everything stimulated him quickly, the way you felt to the way you looked on top of Jeno, he was going to cum quickly.
"Fuck I'm so close," he groaned. "You want me to cum in your ass?"
"Yes, yes cum in me," you moaned weakly.
With a few more thrust, you felt Jaemin cum, his loud breathy moans filling your ears. Jaemin kept thrusting, riding out the high until he couldn't take it anymore. Slowly he pulled out of you, breathing heavily as he stared at your gaping asshole, cum slowly leaking out.
In an instant, you wanted him back inside you, missing the feeling of being full, but Jeno didn't let you miss it for too long. The man took your hips in his rough hands, holding your body up as he fucked up into you.
"J-jeno, fuck, right there," you sobbed, throwing your head back. You mustered up enough energy to bounce along with his thrust, your orgasm finally approaching for the third time that night. You squeezed around him tight, making the man moan loudly."Cum in me," you whined, holding onto his shoulders. "Fill me up."
His hands slid from your hips to your ass, squeezing so hard it was going to leave a bruise. "You like this? You like being fucked like a whore?"
"Mhm," you nodded. Desperate to reach your climax you start bouncing on him as he pounds into you. Soon enough you begin to feel your stomach tighten, on the brink of cumming. "Fuck, I-im cumming."
You came hard, body shivering on top of the male underneath you. Soon Jeno came with a loud moan, the warm liquid making your brows furrow. The three of you were exhausted, bodies completely spent– especially yours. Jeno was still inside you when you plopped down on his body, heart beating and trying to catch your breath even though you had minimal movement.
"Hey you alright," Jaemin said, poking at your back.
You didn't respond, your brain still fried from the high you just got. You laid on Jeno silently, tuning everything out.
"I think we broke her," Jeno jokes. His hands caress your waist, taking in the breaths fanning his neck. Jeno thrusted into you, earning a breathy moan.
"Too sensitive," you managed to say.
Jeno chuckled softly, kissing your cheek tenderly. "You did a good job Y/N. God you're so pretty when you cum."
"She looks like she's about to pass out," Jaemin commented, gazing at your expression.
He was right you were exhausted, horny, and one hundred percent not ready for the pain you were going to have in the morning. You gave Jeno a small whine when he pulled out of you, laying you next to him on the bed. You felt him run his hand on your side, looking at him with begging eyes as he rubbed your waist.
"You can't look at me like that and not say what you want," he mumbled, licking his lips.
"Kiss me," you said quietly, slightly pouting.
Jeno gave you a small smile, kissing you softly like you asked. "Let's get you cleaned up okay?"
Jeno stood up followed by Jaemin. Jaemin tugged your limp body to the corner of the bed, putting his arms under you to lift you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close to your body.
"So fucking cute," he mumbled. "Wanna watch a movie later?"
You shook your head, eyes getting heavy as he carried you to the bathroom. "I just wanna take a bath and sleep."
"Okay we can work with that," Jeno agreed.
You laughed to yourself in your drowsy state, biting your lip softly. "This has officially been the best Halloween ever."
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The tutor/a bit older reader idea has been stuck in my head since that ask… similar concept only— the boys; Jeno, Jaemin and whomever else you fancy— have been your brothers friends for years. You watched them grow up, from scrawny little things that you used to be much taller than and babysit on weekends even.
Until suddenly, it’s like you blink and they’re towering over you, those scratchy, pitchy voices finally evened out and dropped octaves lower. They had always been vocal about how they found you hot or whatever, you never paid them any attention. They were your kid brothers friends, you felt like you helped partially raised them for fucks sake.
Imagine your surprise when things escalate when they finally tire of you brushing off their obvious attention and laughing off their seemingly boyish advances.
They very quickly grow tired of this, making it their mission to have you take them seriously. It would be hard to laugh them off when you’re struggling to take them as they stretch you full, whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to realize they’re not just a couple of boys anymore.
— A Secret Admirer
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon, somnophilia, jeno x reader x jaemin
note: it’s a little different. everyone act shocked
when you came home, you almost didn’t recognize the preying eyes that followed you as you stepped inside, wrapping your arms around your mother.
in your mind, jeno still wore his glasses, the lenses growing thicker and thicker with time, and jaemin still slurred his s’s whenever he spoke, coming over with puffy lips after another dentist appointment. they still peered up at you in awe as you performed the most basic tasks. they still annoyed you endlessly, high voices cracking as they spoke, poking fun at meaningless things just like your brother did.
but that wasn’t the case anymore.
jaemin’s straight, pearly teeth peeked through his lips as he greeted you, taking few steps to reach you. your breath was knocked from your lungs at the feeling of his built chest and bulging arms wrapping around your frame, his nose rubbing against your neck.
jeno wasn’t far behind, his eyes piercing and intimidating as he took jaemin’s place. he had a similar build as he had the last time you saw him, trim waist and broad shoulders. jeno wasn’t as affectionate, only staring at you with an emotion you couldn’t place but made you quickly look away from him in discomfort.
you felt their lingering gazes, heard their whispered comments, felt the brush of fingertips over your arms and your back as they walked past you. it was funny at first, memories of their childhood crush on you making you smile. you brushed it off when the comments became crude.
when the sky began to shift in color and the childish behavior grew bolder, you huffed, irritated. their whispers turned to low voices, the husky tones catching you off guard every time.
jeno started to spread his legs wide, tapping his fingers beside his bulge to get your attention from the veins in his strong arms to his pants, asking you to “take a seat.” you snorted, remembering jeno’s lanky arms that strained to lift your desk when you had offhandedly asked for help.
jaemin wasn’t any better. he began to lock eyes with you, his tongue running along his bottom lip. you couldn’t help but laugh at that, reminded of the drool that slid out of the corner of his mouth, collected by the back of his hand in embarrassment. he didn’t look amused by your reactions, his gaze hardening.
by the end of the night, they were just as frustrated as you were, with them realizing that their advances weren’t working, and you realizing that they didn’t plan to stop.
it was unspoken that they would stay over, always treated as an extension of your family. you huffed again as they slipped into your room wishing you a good night with one final glance down your body before heading into the room beside yours.
sleep came quickly, the exhaustion from your trip finally catching up with you. you didn’t think much of the weight on your body and the soreness in various parts of your body when your consciousness would return before quickly going away.
you heard jeno first. “shit, she’s so tight, jaem,” he said, the painful stretch of his cock entering you waking you up. your hand flew to your stomach, running down the expanse until you met jeno’s toned stomach. he hissed, leaning into your touch.
“jeno,” you cried, sleep still slowing your thoughts. your cunt throbbed, pain and pleasure rushing up your body as jeno moved his hips back, slamming into again.
“you recognize my voice?” he panted, “you thought about us too, huh?”
you whined, shaking your head as you formed fists, colliding with jeno’s chest, hoping that he would get the hint and pull out of you, stopping the painful sensation. you opened your eyes, blinking slowly as you were met with the sight of jeno, confirming your thoughts.
“don’t cry,” a second familiar voice said, “you can take it.” your head snapped in its direction, met with jaemin’s unnerving grin. “not laughing now, are you?”
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Orange - L.JN & N.JM
pairing: na jaemin x reader x lee jeno
au/genre: smut, fluff, humor, angst to some degree, established relationship!AU, boyfriend!Jaemin, boyfriend's best friend!Jeno, best friend!Haechan, bottom!jeno (?)
word count: 10.323 words
warnings: mxm content, threesome, kink discovery, sex toys (butt blugs, mentions of a vibrator), bunny costumes in a sexual context, dirty talk, anal fingering, anal sex (m and f receiving), muscle kink, mentions of period sex, oral (f receiving, kinda m receiving), pet names, dry humping, cumming in pants, unprotected sex (just don't)
synopsis: your happy relationship with jaemin lacks nothing but a little spice in the sheets, in your opinion. hence, you want to tickle a kink out of your boyfriend. who would've guessed that his best friend plays a huge role in said journey, and could change your relationship forever?
taglist: @yujaemna @meowniee @sfsrm-blog @legbouk @bbyjayb
Dating Jaemin is relatively easy. You get along naturally, have fun laughing until your tummies hurt, help each other in difficult situations, and grow together as people. You genuinely love him, there's no denying that, and loves you back just as much.
There are just two tiny problems.
Number 1: your sex life
It's not that it's particularly boring, it's just that you're excited to experiment with sex in every way possible, but Jaemin seems to be more of a traditional kind of guy when it comes to couple activities in the sheets. So whenever you've brought up the idea of trying something new, he's never been thrilled, and since you don't want to pressure him, you let it go. Don't get it wrong, missionary is fun and all that, and most of the time you cum at least once during the whole experience, but your heart yearns for something a little more thrilling from time to time.
And number 2: his best friend
You don't understand the relationship between two certified best bros, but you're smart enough not to question it. Jaemin and his bestie Jeno are the closest thing two people can get before being officially together, you notice, as you find them cuddling on the couch every so often. They also go on dates, but you're not allowed to call it that since they're just "bro quality times", but having a candle light dinner with your best friend is... pretty date-y to you, especially when Jaemin brings home a single red rose every other week.
All of this would surely bother you a little more if it weren't for your teeny tiny crush on Jaemin's best friend. If Jaemin acted like that with anyone else, you'd be fuming, but with Jeno, you kind of (completely) understand. The man is cute and friendly at all times, and he would have swooned you with his handsome face and ripped body alone, but his lovable personality makes it even worse. Okay, maybe it's more than a tiny crush, maybe it's a fully developed crush, but no one has to know that. It's not like you'd ever act on it or anything.
So, yeah, you can't really do anything about problem number two, but your knight in shining armor (read: your best friend) is there to help you settle your first problem.
"You could just talk to him again, you know?" Donghyuck throws in, then busies his mouth with chewing on his popcorn again. Since he's started working his part-time job at the local cinema, he always has a box of the sweet, sticky treat with him. You wonder if he'll ever get sick of it.
"I can't. I don't wanna pressure him," you retort in a quiet voice of concentration, finishing up your nails with a last drag of the brush over the nail of your thumb, lifting both of your hands in the air afterwards to admire your work of painting them in the nuance "withy witty summer fun" (orange).
"Then you should try something again."
"Do you remember last time when I hid a vibrator under the blankets for him to find during sexy time?" – you stop admiring your nails to stare at Donghyuck intensely – "I still have a fucking bump on my forehead from when he screamed and threw it at me."
"You just caught him off guard," Donghyuck reasons, throwing a piece of popcorn in the air to catch it with his mouth, but he misses, and the popcorn hits the corner of his mouth and then the ground only to roll underneath your couch. You watch morosely.
"I have a few more ideas," Donghyuck leans forward to whisper into your ear. Attentively, you listen, and carefully as to not ruin your nails grab a piece of his popcorn, munching away with brows furrowed in concentration and narrowed eyes...
Fixing your hair one last time in the rounded mirror of your bedroom, you nod at yourself, confirming that your look is perfect and irresistible. Of course you could've stuck to something as simple as pretty lingerie, but where's the fun in that? You want to tickle a kink out of Jaemin, so this is much better.
Draping yourself on the bed, you grab your phone to text your boyfriend who you know is currently playing online games and talking to his friends over Discord in the living room.
You [20:38]
Come to the bedroom, I have a surprise for you! ;-)
Jaemin [20:38]
Is it my package? Can't believe they're delivering this late...
You [20:38]
???????
It's not
Jaemin [20:39]
Can it wait? I'm winning! :D
You [20:39]
HUrry up!?!?
You throw your phone away, annoyed. But the next second, you hear footsteps approaching the bedroom door. Excitedly, you get into position, sitting on your knees in the middle of the mattress ready to bat your lashes at the person entering the room.
The door creeks slightly, revealing Jaemin's grin which soon drops into an expression of confusion. "Wha-"
"Hello there," you wink, pushing your arms together in front of your body to press your tits together.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
"I'm your bunny, master," you say seductively, and Jaemin can't hide the amused grin creeping back on his face as he takes in your pink bunny ears that rest atop of your head, paired with your fluffy underwear set.
"Are you planning Halloween costumes already?" Jaemin snickers, stepping closer until he reaches the bed and sits down, the mattress dipping under his weight.
"I'm not. This is all for you, baby," you say and lean into his hand that reaches out to stroke over your cheek.
"It's cute," Jaemin admits, and you lean in to kiss him. His lips move softly against your own, slowly but surely building a rhythm that contains nothing but love and lust. Jaemin's hands rest on your waist, gently stroking your exposed skin with his thumbs. He gently pushes you to lay down, then presses a last kiss to your lips before sitting up, tugging on your costume.
"Don't- you want it to stay on?" You ask, surprised. You were sure it's working this time.
"Um... not really," Jaemin admits, tongue wetting his lower lip.
"Why?" You whine, frustration taking over you. As a result, you sit back up, turning around to show him the rest of your outfit, "I even wore a matching tail!"
As soon as Jaemin snorts, you know that you've lost him. Again.
"Hey-" you enter the living room. "...guys?"
On the couch sit your boyfriend and his best friend, and you're a little surprised since no one's told you he'd be over today. The thing that's a little more odd, though, is the way Jaemin's legs are draped over Jeno's lap, the older holding onto Jaemin's calves who plays with the hair of Jeno's neck.
"Oh, hey," Jaemin grins, then motions his head towards the TV, "we're watching 'Just Friends', you wanna join?"
You eye their compromising position a little longer as you try to push the weird feeling to the back of your mind, then sit beside – or rather behind – Jaemin. During the movie, you kind of feel like you're third wheeling, but that's honestly nothing new.
"Jaemin," you whisper, nudging his back. Jaemin hums, turning his head towards you, and you're sure that he must have dislocated his neck doing so. The motion doesn't go unnoticed by Jeno, of course, how could it with how they're attached at the hips. "I wanna... cuddle too..."
"Oh, of course, sorry!" Jaemin removes his legs from Jeno's lap and turns to the front, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. You sigh contently with closed eyes, but as you open them, you find your face to be really, really close to Jeno's since Jaemin's done the same to him.
You gulp, then give him and awkward, tight-lipped smile that he mirrors, then turn your attention back to the movie, trying to calm down your pulse and thoughts at how close Jeno is right now.
"Ah, my favorite people," Jaemin sighs, and you can hear the grin in his voice before he presses a kiss to your head that is quickly followed by another kissing noise, presumably to Jeno's head.
Yeah, admittedly, it's a bit weird.
"Okay, so apparently he isn't into bunny costumes! Who can blame him?" Donghyuck says after you've told him about the disaster a few days ago, his eyebrows risen as he lifts his hands in defeat.
"Me! I can blame him! I looked hot as shit and he laughed at me," you whine, hiding your face in your hands at the embarrassing memory.
"But there has to be something," Donghyuck retorts, chewing on the skin of his thumb as he loses himself in his thoughts. You, too, are trying to come up with a solution for your problem.
"Have you tried dirty talk?" Donghyuck finally pipes up after what seemed like half an hour of silence. You raise your head, tiredness obvious in your eyes as you blink at him, your forehead showing a red spot from where you'd rested your head in your hand.
"Yes, I called him master, remember?" You cringe at the thought, throwing yourself backwards to lay on your couch, though you miss, and tumble onto the soft carpet instead. A loud whine and a quiet 'ouch' leave your lips.
"Yeah, I know, but that was a bit extreme..." he points out, and you lift your head up to glare at him. "What I'm trying to say is, do it again, more subtly."
"Fuck, Jaemin," you moan as Jaemin pushes deep into you. He feels heavenly as he drags his tip along your walls, stimulating you in just the right places. Jaemin hums in response, placing his head in the crook of your neck to leave gentle kisses on your skin.
Your moans grow louder as you exaggerate them, throwing in curse word after curse word that do not seem to affect Jaemin in the slightest, his pace and sounds remaining at their original level. Frustrated, you press your lips together before putting out the most sinful words you can imagine.
"Love how your cock feels in me. You're so fucking big, stretching me out so well. Only you can fuck me like that, please, keep going, it feels so good, love your cock so much," you whimper right next to his ear, and you can feel his rhythm falter with each of your words.
You smile in victory, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. "I'm yours to use, Jaemin, I'm your little slut, please fuck me full of your cum, make me drip for days-"
Jaemin grunts, and before you can even breathe in to mutter your next string of dirty words, he-
"- put his hand on my mouth!" You whine, then grab for your pillow to scream inside of it, tears of frustration pooling in your eyes.
"That is-", Donghyuck halts to stifle a snicker, "- unfortunate."
"I couldn't even look him in the eyes for the past two days, Hyuck, I can't do this anymore," you sigh, putting the pillow down onto your lap. Maybe this is all useless. Jaemin just doesn't seem to have any interest in spicing up your sex life. Maybe you should just accept that.
"Last night I was reminded of something while watching porn," Donghyuck speaks up out of a sudden, making you snap your head at him in surprise, a frown plastered on your features as if saying "do I really wanna know?"
"There is one thing that nearly ever dude is into," Donghyuck continues and your ears pipe up at the promising statement.
Donghyuck shuffles closer to you, taking both of your hands in his, and stares deep into your eyes. You have to admit, he's great at creating a dramatic atmosphere and keeping you at the edge of your seat. He inhales, then exhales, looks down, then back up into your eyes.
"Anal."
"Hey- oh. Hey, Jeno," you say as you enter the living room, said man waving at you shyly, and you can't help but feel a little tingling in your tummy. You walk into the kitchen, place the grocery bags on the counter, and slowly begin unpacking.
"Hey babe."
You turn around to Jaemin sticking his head through the doorway, grinning at you before sending you a flying kiss. You return the action, a broad smile taking over as you watch your beautiful boyfriend's handsome face.
"Jaemin, your turn," it sounds from the living room, and Jaemin quickly excuses himself.
You chuckle, shaking your head as you go back to the task at hand, when suddenly you get interrupted again, but this time by someone clearing their throat. Once again, you turn around, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of Jeno.
"Jaemin send me here to help you since he-"
"I know, I know," you giggle, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before noticing the action, frowning for a brief second, and letting it fall back into your face, "it's his turn."
Jeno smiles awkwardly, then moves to stand beside you. You can't say that the undeniable proximity makes you feel a little hot, and weak in the knees.
"Um, you could put this up there, if you want," you suggest and point to two packages of flour and the shelf to your right. Jeno nods and attends the task immediately, each of his large hands grabbing one package that he easily places on the shelf, biceps completely on display for you to ogle.
"And maybe put the cereals up there?" You point towards your left, the highest shelf in your kitchen that you can barely reach, and Jeno simply smiles and nods again, taking ahold of the red carton.
Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch him place it on the shelf, his shirt riding up to give you a great view of his toned abs, and you're sure that either time has started to go by way slower than usual, or he's taking his sweet time completing the task.
Once he does, however, you're a bit embarrassed, a slight blush on your cheeks as you hurry him back into the living room for 'his turn' that Jaemin just announced. When you're back in the kitchen, alone this time, you have to take a few breaths to clear your thoughts and calm down your heartbeat.
Stretched and cleaned in all the right places, you jump onto the bed after your admittedly long shower. Your hair is still a little wet, but you couldn't wait any longer, too excited at the thought of finally proposing the idea of trying anal to your boyfriend. Jaemin is already seated on the bed, phone in hand as he scrolls mindlessly through one of his apps. As soon as your knees hit the mattress, he looks up at you, a loving grin on his face.
Jaemin reaches out to push a strand of your wet hair behind your ear. He tilts his head to the side, taking you in.
"I'm on my period," you announce happily.
"Yey, no baby!"
"That's not what I was hinting at, but sure: yey, no baby!" You imitate Jaemin's words and shake your fists in the air to display happiness. Jaemin laughs at your response.
"Actually," you start speaking, then push the blanket off of Jaemin to climb into his lap, "I want something."
You start by kissing his cheek, then move further down his jaw and down his neck, taking in the pretty sounds he lets out at your actions. Your hands find their way under his shirt, stroking over his abs, then up to his chest. Jaemin hums, and starts touching you as well, moving his hands over your body lovingly.
Once again you realize that you feel extremely safe in his arms.
Soon, your hands wander further down to the hem of his pants, playing around with it a little until you motion for him to take them off.
"But-"
"I know you don't like period sex," you interrupt him, lifting your head from his neck to look at him. His pupils are a little dilated, and he looks partly confused and partly aroused, and you can feel his growing bulge against your clothed core.
"I had something else in mind," you whisper, then kiss him, gently grabbing ahold of his hands to place them on your ass. Jaemin takes the hint and begins to massage the flesh with his hands.
"What is it?" Jaemin whispers back against your lips.
"I want you to-", you halt, suddenly a little more nervous than before at the fear of him rejecting you again, but there's no use in turning back now. A shaky breath leaves your lips before you speak again, "I want you to f-fuck my ass."
As soon as it's out there, your eyes close on their own, afraid of Jaemin's reaction. After a moment, you open them again, curiosity outweighing the fear. Jaemin just looks at you. He doesn't look opposed, and he certainly doesn't look amused like the last times.
"Please just once, we never have to do it again if you don't like it. And I already cleaned and stretched and-"
"Okay."
Your eyes widen comically, mouth agape. "Really?"
"Yeah," Jaemin smiles, then goes back to kissing you. Butterflies erupt in your tummy, tickling you as your heart beats happily in your chest. You immediately feel thrice as aroused, partly because he lifted the fear of your shoulders, and mainly because it's happening, it's happening!!!!
You moan into the kiss, pulling Jaemin closer to you as you grind down on his cock. You make out for a little while until Jaemin's the one to push you off of him gently, laying you down on your stomach. Excitement rushes over you at the new position and his (admittedly very soft) manhandling. You arch your back, pushing your ass into Jaemin's direction who just grabs at your cheeks once again.
He strokes upwards over your back, then back down to your thighs, and you bite your lip in anticipation. Jaemin then removes your panties under your wide shirt, pulling them off your legs and placing them next to the bed on the floor.
The fact that you're not even able to see what he's doing makes you feel even hotter. Jaemin presses a kiss to each of your ass cheeks, stroking over the soft flesh over and over again as if he's finally able to really appreciate your butt (in a way, he is).
Hearing the drawer of your bedside table open, you wiggle your ass in anticipation, to excited to keep still at what's to come. You can hear him open the bottle of lube and push some of the liquid out onto his hand, you believe.
"I should finger you first, right?"
"Please," you whimper, feeling like you could cum the second his finger touches your hole. Jaemin chuckles behind you at your eagerness.
When he finally starts circling your hole, you feel your eyes crossing, then closing on their own, a drawn out moan leaving your lips as soon as he pushes the digit inside. You've stretched yourself enough earlier that it doesn't take long until Jaemin seems satisfied with the way you're taking three of his fingers.
"Okay, are you ready?"
"Yeah," you sigh, and as Jaemin presses his tip into your hole, you have to grab onto the sheets for support because fuck is he big and fuck is this hot. A broken moan tumbles out of your throat as Jaemin sinks deeper into you. He's doing it very slowly as not to hurt you, and that turns you on beyond belief, and you hear him grunt, seemingly trying to hold himself back from just thrusting deeply inside of you in one swift motion, for your sake.
"Shit," he curses once he's completely inside, and you feel light headed at not only the stretch, but the fact that Jaemin just cursed. Jaemin never curses during sex, and you feel so giddy inside that you can't even focus on the slightly uncomfortable, or rather unfamiliar feeling of something that big inside your ass.
Carefully, Jaemin pulls his hips back, stroking your inner walls gently, his tip catching on your rim before he pushes back in. You feel the stretch all over again, but this time you've grown accustomed to it already, sighing contently at the feeling. Jaemin takes this as a sign that you're comfortable and slowly picks up his pace. You moan at the feeling, pushing your hips further back.
As you turn your head to the side to be able to look at him, kind of, you almost cum right on the spot. Jaemin's watching the way his cock repeatedly disappears inside of your hole, then throws his head back, eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes close, a groan erupting form his throat. It's so sexy to see Jaemin finally letting go like this, viewing sex as something that is not only intimate and feels good, but can also be exciting, thrilling even, and new.
Suddenly, Jaemin leans forward, completely burying you under his weight, his cock being shoved into you completely, and he reaches between your body and the mattress to be able to stroke your clit.
"Shit, Jaemin," you whine, not sure whether to push your hips further against his own, or forwards against his fingers. You decide on a mixture of both, pressing back against Jaemin's hips as he presses his into yours, and further against his moving fingers every time he pulls back.
The feeling is nothing less than amazing, and it doesn't take long for you to come undone, shaking in Jaemin's hold as he presses himself against your ass to empty himself deep inside.
The incident of the other night should have put a stop to your obsession of finding something that really gets Jaemin going, but due to the fact of him not bringing the topic of butt stuff up ever again since then, you can't wait to test out a little more. Though you're officially out of ideas now, not even Donghyuck can come up with anything you haven't tried.
An idea strikes you right in the head as you come home from work one afternoon, finding your house to be very Jaemin-less, as you realize once you've announced your arrival and not getting a happy greeting back.
What you do find, and the sight made you jump so hard you almost lost balance, is Jeno sitting alone in your poorly lit living room on his phone.
"Jaemin got a call from work a few minutes ago, said he would be back in half an hour," Jeno informs you after profusely apologizing for scaring you.
"I see," you nod, sitting down on the couch a bit away from him.
"He," Jeno clears his throat, "told me to cook you something, but I'm really, really bad at cooking so I didn't think it would be a good idea to-"
"Oh, no, don't worry about it, I already ate," you respond, nodding your head once to emphasize your point. Jeno hums, then an awkward silence arises.
You just sit there, staring holes into the ground, and he does too, which you notice since you avert your gaze every now and then to check him out. It's honestly his fault for wearing the tightest shirt you've ever seen in your life. Without being able to stop the question from popping up in your mind, you ask yourself what Jeno would be like in bed.
Then, it hits you. Jaemin and Jeno are friends, or actually, they're probably more than that, but that means that Jaemin must have mentioned what he's into somewhere in their countless years of knowing each other, right?
"Can I ask you something?" You disturb the silence, and Jeno raises his head to look at you with wide eyes.
"Of course."
"Well..." You realize that you should have practiced this conversation a little more before just putting it out there. You decide to just go for broke. "How much do you know about our sex life?"
Jeno's eyes widen to an alarming extend, and he begins opening and closing his mouth like a fish before settling on: "Nothing!"
"Ah, really?" You nod, a little disappointed. "Has Jaemin ever mentioned something that he...'d be into?"
"We don't, um, normally talk about stuff like that."
"I see, I'm sorry, then," you nod, pressing your lips together.
"Nothing to be sorry about," Jeno says and reaches out to put a hand on your thigh. The action might seem comforting, but to you it's everything but, and Jeno must've noticed your hitched breathing as he retorts the hand as quickly as possible.
"Sorry!"
"No, no, don't be." You assure him. "It's just that... I mean you probably noticed?" You try, face scrunched up weirdly in a mixture of embarrassment and trying to look apologetic. Jeno just looks at you questioningly. "The way I behave around you must not have given it away, huh... am I that good of an actor?"
Both of you laugh awkwardly and at this point you just wish for Jaemin to hurry with whatever he's doing to put you out of your misery.
"Well, I am kind of attracted to you. But! It's really nothing serious! Nothing to worry about! Oh shit, what if this makes things weird between you and Jaemin... I should've just kept my mouth shut."
"Don't worry," Jeno pipes up, making you look at him only to realize that he sits a bit closer to you now, "I actually... I feel the same."
"Oh?"
"I mean, we barely know each other, but-"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
It's silent for a while, and you take great interest in your fingernails.
"Can I confess something else?"
You lift your head to look at Jeno, nodding immediately as he looks about as confident as a dear in headlights. The awkwardness of the whole situation had caused you to completely miss the way your heart reacts whenever Jeno speaks.
"I kind of feel the same about Jaemin..."
"Oh," you say, eyebrows rising in surprise, "I mean, is that why you're-"
"Yeah."
"-so close. Mmh, I see," you nod to yourself. So Jeno does like Jaemin like that. Like that. Knowing this information should probably disturb you a little more, shouldn't it? But why doesn't it?
"I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable," Jeno adds, hands fiddling with each other in his lap as he eyes you from the side.
"No, don't worry, don't worry at all," you mumble, gears turning in your brain and the new found information. And just as Jaemin opens the front door to scream "hello", you get an idea.
"That... might honestly be the best thing you've ever come up with," Donghyuck beams, then presses his face into his box of popcorn to grab a piece with his lips since his hands are occupied by you doing his nails this time.
"I know, right? I mean, it's not really a plan yet, Jaemin has to agree, first of all, and-"
"It's going to be amazing. Oh my God, I'm so excited for you," Donghyuck jumps in his seat which causes his hands to move, to what you react by scoldingly slapping the back of his hand.
"Hold still!"
"You're living the dream," Donghyuck sighs, dreamingly staring off into the distance.
"Like I said, I don't even know what Jaemin-"
"What do you think he's like in bed? Jeno, I mean."
"Actually, I have no idea. He's pretty unreadable to me, to be honest," you admit, thinking back of all the times you've ogled his body, then quickly shake your head to push the images away before you get distracted.
"Do you want to know my professional opinion?" Donghyuck asks, mouth already full of popcorn again. Of course you do. For some reason, Donghyuck has a great way of telling what people are into, that's why it's been so easy for you to tell him what you'd want to do with Jaemin. He can't read Jaemin though, unfortunately.
"Okay, I've only seen him, like, thrice, from afar, but," Donghyuck pops the last word from his lips like a popsicle, "I think he's either the toppiest top or the subbiest bottom."
"You think..."
"I mean, he's ripped, but shy as hell. Maybe he's a service top, but I actually think he's a bottom. He just gives these 'please grab my jaw, spit in my mouth, and tell me what to do'-vibes, you know?"
Nodding as you stare into the distance, you imagine Jeno in exactly that scenario, "I see it." You imagine it, clearly, Jeno underneath you, looking up at you with his cute puppy eyes, waiting for you to tell him what to do, how to please you, all while Jaemin sits behind you, pushing your hair away from your neck to kiss it before whispering 'look at our pretty boy, what should we do with him today?'...
"Anyway," Donghyuck announces to get you to snap out of your trance, "how are you going to propose the idea to Jaemin?"
"Veeeeeery slowly," Jaemin says, standing behind you as he assist you in how to properly add the egg white into the batter for Jeno's birthday cake. "Good job."
Jaemin kisses your cheek and you feel a strange tingle inside your pants at his praising, and you immediately wonder if Jeno reacts the same when he gets complimented by your boyfriend. Eagerly, you spin around, grabbing Jaemin by the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss that he lovingly returns, holding onto your waist to pull you closer to him.
When you pull back to stare lovingly into his eyes, you find nothing but pure adoration in Jaemin's. "You know, I really admire your friendship with Jeno. I like seeing you together. The fact that you're planning a whole birthday party for him, and even baking a cake."
"Really?" Jaemin grins, then presses a big wet kiss onto your cheek, and you giggle, feeling so absolutely in love with him that you almost forget about the task at hand: prepare him for the idea of a threesome.
It goes like this, all day, every day, for a few weeks. As often as possible, you try to slip in a little hint of it being really okay for you that he's so close with Jeno, that they could be even closer, and then, really, really subtly, that you want to fuck both of them at the same time.
Though Jaemin never really reacts to your words, not even when you mentioned Jeno as you were making out, and you're not sure if that's a good thing because your plan is working and his subconsciousness will do the rest for you, or if it's a bad thing and you could have spent your weeks talking to a brick wall with the same outcome.
Either way, you realized that there's someone else in this equation that you should take into consideration. Saying you kind of romantically like your best friend and their partner is one thing, but it doesn't mean that you're head over heels for the idea of, well, sleeping together.
As if the heavens above heard your silent pleas, they hand you an opportunity to talk to Jeno alone on a silver platter.
It's not often that you and Jaemin decide to go out, but from time to time, you do. One of your friends threw a party that night, inviting not only you and your boyfriend, but also Jeno. For the occasion, you wore an insanely short dress that hugs your curves perfectly, and you caught Jeno staring every so often which inflated your ego drastically. Maybe a tad too much because right now, with Jaemin tucked into bed after he's had a little bit too much to drink, you're once again sitting on the couch with Jeno.
You're downing water to prevent a hangover before heading to bed as well, your shared level of intoxication making it way easier for both of you to talk to each other.
"When I asked you about Jaemin's kinks last time," you state, eyelids a little heavy as you look over at Jeno, "it was for a reason."
"Really?" Jeno answers, smiling weakly with raised brows to urge you to continue.
"It's- not that it's bad, you know, in bed, I just want to experiment a little, but he doesn't like any of the stuff so far," you open your heart to him, and he nods along, way less shy and awkward than that night a couple of weeks ago.
"I just want him to live a little... I mean, he seemed to like the butt stuff," you admit, pouting slightly.
"Butt stuff?" Jeno's eyes widen a tad, and the sudden urge to kiss him washes over you, but of course, you'd never act on it. "Like anal?"
"Yeah."
"I can see why Jaemin's into that."
"Why?"
"Just a thought."
You hum in acknowledgement, sliding your back down the couch until you're lying down on it. "I had an idea."
"What idea?"
"Okay," you sit back up, a serious expression on your face, "you don't have to agree, or say anything really, but I've thought about..." You bite your lip, suddenly not so confident anymore. Your eyes focus on the floor, then the wall, then your fingers, just anywhere that isn't Jeno. With this proposal, you could scare him away. "...maybe... you could... join-"
"Yes!"
"Oh?" You raise your head, looking at him with slightly risen brows, "That was fast."
"Ah," Jeno breaks out a smile, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his head, "sorry if that was weird. I'm just glad you mentioned it. I... thought about it for a while now."
"Me too," you say, tongue darting out to lick over your lower lip as you check out the way Jeno's dress shirt reveals his chest and collarbones. You wonder what he would taste like if you licked over his skin, you wonder how he'd smell if you breathed in right behind his ear, you wonder how he'd feel inside you... "I've tried talking to Jaemin, but I don't know if he's up for it... maybe we should sit down with him together?"
"I think that's a good idea."
"Thank you," you smile genuinely, "and thank you for trusting me."
"Thank you for considering me."
"Last night was wild, huh?" Jaemin grins as he digs into his breakfast, completely unaffected by the way both you and Jeno can't seem to pry your nervous eyes off him.
"Sure, very wild," you nod, nervous hands fiddling with your chopsticks.
"It was pretty wild, yeah, like you said," Jeno answers almost at the same time, grabbing for his mug for the third time in the past minute, only to watch the liquid for a split second, then place it back on the table.
"Did anything happen after I went to bed?" Jaemin laughs. Seemingly, he did take notice in the way you're behaving so weirdly.
"Ah, not really, right Jeno?"
"Yeah, exactly, just nothing," Jeno supports your statement with a nod, his lips pressed tightly together. Jaemin raises a brow at him, then you, and you send him a forced smile which leads to Jaemin placing his own chopsticks down next to his plate.
"Look, guys, please just tell me. I can't enjoy my meal with the way you're both looking at me like you're wearing full diapers."
You snort at the statement, holding your hand in front of your mouth, though it obviously does nothing to conceal it. Jeno's eyes are glued to the ingredients listed on the cereal, and you decide that now has to be the right time to address the topic.
"Alright," you turn your whole body to face Jaemin, clearing your throat in the process, "so, uh, how should I put this... um, me and Jeno here," – you gesture to the guy sitting across from you who's currently occupied with chewing on the skin around his fingernails – "...spoke..."
"It's totally fine if you don't want to," Jeno throws in, looking at Jaemin who's smile seems to falter with every word you put out there.
"Yes, totally! It's just that we found-"
"- we realized that-"
"- and that made me think-"
"- I just don't want it to be weird-"
"- it was definitely not an easy decision to make-"
"- just because we've been friends for so long and-"
"- I obviously love you-"
"Guys!" Jaemin's loud voice stops both of your rambling. Then he adds a little calmer, "just tell me what it is."
You take a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly to collect your thoughts, though Jeno puts it out there before you can even open your mouth to speak.
"A threesome."
Jaemin's eyes widen, the blinks once, very slowly, then really fast, then he repeats Jeno's words with a voice that is a little too calm for your liking. You frown, biting your lip nervously, eyebrows scrunched together in worry.
It's silent for a good while, and you don't even dare to look at Jaemin, much less at Jeno.
"You don't have to-"
"Now I understand why you've been mentioning him all this time," Jaemin mutters, more to himself than in response to you. You feel your chest tighten. All this time, it had been so much fun, planning it out, fantasizing, and speaking with Jeno, that you completely forgot the fact that Jaemin could dislike the idea. Fuck, what if he thinks that you're not happy with him, that he's not enough for you, that you want to cheat on him? God, you can't even imagine how he must feel right now, possibly just simply betrayed by the people he loves the most.
"Jaem-"
"I have to go," he states, standing up, his chair screeching on the floor as he pushes it back, then he leaves the room. Not long after, you hear the front door closing.
Shit.
It's normal for Jaemin to leave when he's upset, though it doesn't happen often, so you're not really used to the feeling of having to wait for him. You decided to do a little bit of cleaning to get your mind off of things, though it's not really working. Jeno's left soon after Jaemin, claiming that it would be weird if he stayed, and he had chores to do anyway.
As it begins dawning outside, you start to feel a little bit worried about Jaemin. He's been gone the whole day, and though you want to give him space to think things over, you just want to know that he's safe. Fortunately, Jaemin knows how to behave like a decent human being, even though he's possibly mad at you, and texts you.
Jaemin [21:28]
I'm fine, don't worry. I just need time to think.
You decide to leave it at that, going to bed later with worries clouding your mind.
The next morning, you wake up, fortunately finding your boyfriend fast asleep next to you. A heavy weight falls off your chest since, whatever he's feeling right now, it's not bad enough that he can't share a bed with you. Though your heart and body ache to cuddle up to him, you peel yourself out of the sheets and move to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Not long after, Jaemin joins you in the kitchen. You feel your heartbeat increase, feeling admittedly nervous around him at the moment. Honestly, you can't wait to talk it out, but you respect his boundaries enough to wait until he is ready. There is no use in talking about it before Jaemin's ready.
Hence, you sit down at the table, eating in silence as you scroll through your phone. Jaemin sits down besides you, and you can practically feel the tension in his shoulders in your own.
Suddenly, Jaemin breathes in deeply, turns to you, opens his mouth, but closes it again soon after. You know the moment has come.
"I thought about it," finally comes out, and you nod at him, curious about the outcome, "and firstly, I want to apologize for not taking it too well. I was just surprised, is all. When I thought about it, really imagined it, I slowly began to kind of like the idea."
He holds his hand out subtly for you to take, and you do, signing him that you're not upset or hurt. The bubbling excitement in your veins you try to force down, or at least away from your face and feet to not give it away with a grin or excited movements.
"I'm glad," you bring out, and Jaemin grins widely, a sight you'd missed the past 24 hours.
"So, when?"
"When?" Your eyes bulge out of your head. You'd not anticipated for him to be so into the idea.
"Yeah! I mean, after really thinking about it, I realized that I really want to. Soon!" Jaemin nods, and grins even wider, squeezing your hand harder to support his expression of excitement. A smile takes over your face, and Jaemin leans in to kiss your cheek.
Okay, Jaemin wants it, you want it, Jeno wants it, there is nothing stopping you.
A few days later, Jeno is over once again. He's yet to learn about Jaemin's response to the whole situation, but you and Jaemin decided that it would be much more fun to catch him by surprise. While you finish getting dolled up in the safe confines of your bedroom, Jaemin and Jeno hang out on the couch in the living room.
Fancy lingerie covering your body under your oversized shirt, you shimmy over to the living room, entering carefully to see Jaemin sitting there with a grin, as close to Jeno as always, whilst his best friend looks a bit like this is a job interview, completely stiff and unrelaxed. For a second, you feel bad for him, and wonder if you should've told him, but the thought slips your mind as soon as you make eye contact with Jaemin, who bites his lip at the sight of you.
"May I sit down?" You ask, startling Jeno just a bit, his eyes immediately darting down to your exposed legs.
"Of course," Jaemin grins even wider, and Jeno nods without a word, but a gulp.
You walk over to them, standing in front of Jeno who looks at you with wide, surprised eyes, then you sit down on his lap. Jeno's eyes widen even more, wildly looking around between you and Jaemin to understand if this is okay for everybody, though his hands instinctively come to hold your waist.
"It's okay," Jaemin mumbles, gently caressing the back of yours and Jeno's neck before gently guiding them towards each other, hinting that he wants to see you kiss. Heat curls in your stomach, excitement causing a gush of wetness to seep out of you into your flimsy underwear, and you involuntarily grind down against Jeno a little.
Jeno's now lidded eyes find yours, "yeah?" He asks, and you breath out the same syllable as an answer before diving in. Jeno's kiss against your lips feels different from Jaemin's, not better or worse, just different, and you close your eyes, humming into the kiss.
Suddenly, you feel Jaemin's presence closer to you, his breath hitting the sensitive skin of your neck before he places gentle kisses there, hands roaming over your body. At this, you moan, pressing your body down against Jeno's who seems to be having a similar reaction to you, whining quietly as his hips buck up, making you feel his forming bulge.
The kiss becomes messier, needier, there's so much tongue and spit involved that when you finally part to catch your breaths, there's a string of spit still connecting your lips. You breathe heavily, feeling almost overwhelmed, but you can't dwell on that feeling because just a second later, Jaemin presses his own lips against yours.
With Jeno, kissing is new and exciting, you got to test out how he reacts to different movements of your tongue, or when you suck on his lips, but with Jaemin, it's warm and familiar, he knows exactly how to kiss you to get you all hot and bothered. Now, with this mixture of both, the feeling of Jeno's cock pressing against your clothed core, and the fact that everyone here is so much into this, you feel yourself getting wetter by the second, heat taking over your whole form.
When Jaemin pulls away, you briefly gaze into his eyes, and he grins at you before turning to Jeno. His gaze is hazy, taking in the beauty of both of you, and he seems to be pretty out of it already. It takes you by surprise when Jaemin's eyes dart down to Jeno's lips, and you gasp as soon as Jaemin closes the gap between him and Jeno, and presses their mouths together. Jeno seems to be just as surprised as you are, but honestly, neither of you is complaining. You find that it is really, really fucking hot to see your boyfriend make out with his best friend, you grind down against Jeno even more, noticing the way only one of his hands guides the movements on your hips while the other is busy roaming Jaemin's body.
When Jaemin pulls back, their eyes are glazed over with lust. Jeno's lip is trembling a bit, and as they gaze into each other's eyes, you suggest to move over to the bedroom.
As quickly as possible, you scramble over into the bedroom. As your bodies hit the mattress, it's not long until your clothes are discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.
Soon, you find yourself seated between Jaemin's legs, your back pressed against his chest as he gropes at your breasts. Jeno appears between your own spread legs, laying down on his stomach.
"Eat her out," you hear Jaemin's raspy voice behind you, and you mewl at his dominant behavior.
"Y-yes," Jeno answers, then questioningly finds your eyes to ask for your consent, to which you nod immediately. He gently peels your underwear off your legs, exposing your glistening hole to his eyes. He nothing but whimpers at the sight, then goes straight to work of licking a fat stripe over your folds.
You moan, pressing your hips forward against his face, your hands coming to grab at his hair, but Jaemin catches them before you can bury your hands in the older's locks, caging you between his arms.
A shudder washes over you, and Jaemin leans down to whisper into your ear, "just enjoy it."
Your brain feels clouded with lust as you nod weakly, trying to focus on the way Jeno begins sucking on your clit, but Jaemin's hot presence behind you, and the way his cock presses against your back, makes it hard.
"This is so fucking hot," you hear Jaemin say, as Jeno plunges his tongue into your hole. At this point, you're a panting mess, moans spilling out uncontrollably as you relish in the feeling of the two boys. "You're doing so well, Jeno."
Noticing the way Jeno's hips press against the mattress repeatedly, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. And when Jaemin tells Jeno to push his fingers into you, it's not long until you feel it snap, clenching around Jeno's fingers as you cum hard.
"Good girl," Jaemin mutters into your ear, and you feel like you could cum again just from that. You wonder what's gotten into Jaemin to make him all dominant like this, but you can't really form any coherent thoughts at this point.
"G-good boy," you let out shakily, maintaining eye contact with Jeno who looks about as fucked out as you, and Jaemin chuckles behind you. Weakly, you move to the side, and as Jeno gets up, you notice the way his cock strains against the fabric of his underwear. He looks so fucking hot, you notice, taking in his strong muscles and the way they flex when he moves. You pull him closer by his neck, attaching your lips to his as Jaemin grabs ahold of Jeno's small waist, pulling him closer to himself until Jeno's laying on top of him.
Parting from Jeno, you take in their position, and your post-orgasm mind can't comprehend that it's happening, you're having a threesome, and Jaemin is so into it that he begins pressing Jeno closer against himself until the older's grinding his bulge against Jaemin's.
From your position, you can't do much but watch, but you don't mind at all, not with how fucking hot they look dry humping each other, desperate moans rumbling in Jeno's throat as he buries his face in the crook of Jaemin's neck. Jaemin's also moaning deeply, thrusting his hips upwards to meet Jeno's needy movements.
It seems like they're losing themselves, staring deeply into each other's eyes as they rut against one another. You notice Jeno's movements getting sloppier, his whines grow higher as he desperately humps against Jaemin for release.
"Such a good boy, Jeno," Jaemin mutters into Jeno's ear, sounding almost as desperate, and that's apparently all Jeno needs to come undone, shuddering as he releases a deep groan, hips bucking as he cums into his boxers. Jaemin's moaning out loudly as well, and you'd recognize that sound anywhere as you realize that Jaemin just orgasmed at the same time as Jeno. The younger's grinning once again, petting Jeno's head as the older's coming down from his high.
Jeno flops onto his side, breathing heavily with closed eyes, you wonder if he finds the situation as surreal as you do.
Donghyuck shrieks as he slaps your arm, excitedly trembling in his seat at your surprising news. "You fucked?"
"Yes." You smirk proudly, eyebrows raised confidently.
"Okay, then I don't understand why you're not spilling every single detail right now?" Donghyuck stares at you with faux distress, furrowed brows and an agape mouth accompanying his crossed arms in front of his chest, which makes you chuckle.
"Okay, so I sat on Jeno's lap and we kissed, then Jaemin kissed me, then Jaemin kissed Jeno, and-"
"Hold up." Donghyuck's eyes are widened, mouth agape before he catches himself, squinting at you. "Did I just hear that right? They... kissed?"
"I was surprised as well, but then we moved to the bedroom and Jaemin had the biggest dom-top-daddy-energy I've ever experienced when Jeno ate me out," you say, recalling the moments makes heat pool in your stomach.
"Holy shit," Donghyuck gasps, not really grasping that fact that this actually happened, holding his hand in front of his mouth dramatically to support his reaction.
"Yeah, and then they started dry humping each other like animals, i don't know, it was super hot," you sigh dreamily, biting on your forefinger.
"Wait- and what did you do during all of this?"
"I watched," you say, furrowing your brows, "duh!"
"You mean," Donghyuck leans forward, a serious expression on his face which you mirror, "they got each other off and you just sat there?"
"You make it sound bad, it was hot!"
"Sorry, sorry. I just can't believe you initiated a three-way and then you were third wheeling..."
Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you realize that he does kind of have a point. You had just watched for half of the time, and while it hadn't been a problem in that moment, you certainly see it now. Not that it is bad, you just find it odd. And you decide that it's something you should talk to Jaemin about.
"Honey, we should talk," you say as you step foot into your shared bedroom. Your boyfriend's sitting on the bed, ready to go to sleep like every other night waiting for you to finish up with your routine to join him under the covers. While his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone just a moment prior, he does look up at you as soon as you enter.
"Ooh, sounds serious," he grins, and you don't have it in you to send back anything but an awkward smile as you feel kind of nervous just slipping under the covers next to him. "Shoot."
"So about the other night, you know, when we invited Jeno to-"
"It was amazing don't you think?" Jaemin interrupts you with a certain sparkle in his eyes you've never seen before.
"Yes, but-"
"We should really do that again. I mean, if you're okay with it, we could go a little further even. I really enjoyed myself in this kind of dominant role. I liked watching you touch Jeno and the other way around," Jaemin explains excitedly, his whole body jerks happily making him seem like a bunny. You've never seen him quite like this, well, downright thrilled because of sex. You can't help but crack a smile.
"I liked it too," you admit. Jaemin's grin widens even further, eyes wandering down your face to look at your lips.
"You were so sexy, baby," he mumbles, the grin still evident, but his whole demeanor changes from goofy to sexy within seconds. It makes you gulp visibly. "Such a good girl for me and Jeno."
His hand lifts up to stroke over the side of your face, then slowly down your neck towards your chest. You shiver, thighs pressing together lightly without you even noticing. You hold steady eye contact with him as soon as his gaze meets yours again, biting your lip, nodding and humming in agreement.
Jaemin leans forwards, his lips ghosting over your own and just as you think he's about to connect them in a passionate kiss, he pulls back, hand grabbing your jaw instead. Your eyes widen in surprise and shock because who is this guy?! That does not feel like your Jaemin at all... but you're not opposed to it by any means.
"Why don't you be a good girl just for me tonight, and we can invite him another time again, yeah?" Jaemin's hand slides down to your throat, slowly moving to tower over you and guiding you to lay on your back with him on top of your body.
"A good slut just for Nana, yeah?" He whispers, and you nothing but whine as his lips finally press against yours. That night, he doesn't sleep with you, he doesn't make love to you like he usually does, but rather fucks you into the next century. You can't even count how many times he's made you finish. And every time he spilled his cum deep inside of you, making you think he's finally going to let you rest, he started moving all over again, ripping another orgasm from both of you.
"Babe~"
You sigh, half-playful, half-serious because Jaemin can't stop mentioning that he wants Jeno to join you again. You are thrilled, of course, because you finally found that one thing that gets him so excited, but at the same time, you're still a little worried. Worried because 1) you're scared of third-wheeling once again and 2) because you've been recently reminded that there are, in fact, actual feelings involved, and you're not sure how to deal with them yet.
On the other hand, it feels like it's been months since you've last laid your hands upon Jeno's gorgeous body, and as much as you want to be mature and deal with these aforementioned risks first, you can't completely shut down the possibly selfish part of your brain that's labeled We want Jeno.
And besides, are you really selfish if you're granting your boyfriend's biggest wish? I don't think so.
"Oh my God, just call him already!"
"Ai, thank you~" Jaemin kisses you wetly before storming out of the room to do exactly that, and you can't help but smile at him before wide-eyed-ly realizing that you're not ready to be greeting any guests so you strike over into the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour later, you almost draw a fat line of lipstick diagonally over your face as you jump as the door bell rings. Before you can even comprehend that you have to get up and open the door, you can already hear Jaemin's naked soles flop over the wooden floor with fast steps as he hurries to let Jeno inside. A smile forms on your lips as you imagine the excitement that must be flowing through him.
With a last quick spray of perfume, you sigh and get up, opening the door to greet Jeno as well. You're only halfway surprised as you find them pressed against the hallway wall, mouths clashing against one another in a feverish kiss.
Clearing your throat to announce yourself, you break them apart.
"Babe," Jaemin says breathlessly, his back pressed against the wall, and Jeno turns to face you, pure, primal lust displayed in his eyes as he leaves Jaemin be and takes too quick steps approaching you before wrapping his arms around your form and pulling you into a similarly heated kiss.
To say you're surprised would be an understatement, but you have no intent to stop him, your attention only on Jeno, the way his lips taste and the way his already forming bulge presses into your middle, and Jaemin's who's hurried over as well, pressing himself between the supple cheeks of your ass. This position feels suffocating in the best way possible, and Jaemin urges you towards the bedroom, quickly getting impatient at the lack of attention.
Jeno hoists you up, and soon after your back hits the mattress with a thud, four hands touching you all over, quickly peeling you and everyone else out of every single piece of clothing. You already feel a little hazy, core wet at all the attention you're receiving, heart thumping away happily in your chest as you're manhandled into a similar position as last time.
Jaemin's chest is pressed against your back, deep voice tickling at your throat while Jeno's fingers tease through your wet folds, praising you about how ready you seem for them, and you whine embarrassingly loud.
"Such a pretty girl, want Nana to fuck you, baby?" Jeno asks, and his confidence is a little unfamiliar considering his behavior during your last time together, and you briefly wonder whether they planned this out.
"Yeah, want Nana to fuck you?" Jaemin's voice tickles over your entire body like sweet honey, your head moving on it's own to nod at the question. Your gaze falls down to watch Jeno align Jaemin's cock with your hole – and God is it hot.
Jaemin thrusts into you from below, setting a slow pace of deep strokes from the start. The feeling alone is mind-blowing – of course, Jaemin knows how to use his cock – but the way Jeno's eyes are trained on where you and Jaemin are connected does things to you that you cannot comprehend.
Moans flow freely from between your lips, accompanying Jaemin's deep grunts and Jeno's gasps just as he leans in to wrap his lips around your clit. You nearly jump at the action, head falling back onto Jaemin's shoulder who just chuckles at your weakness.
"Hm, is he eating you out good?" Jaemin mumbles, then moans out. Your head snaps back up, taking in the way Jeno's tongue shifted lower to lick just where you and Jaemin are connected, then even lower to suck on Jaemin's balls.
Incoherent babbling falls from your lips as the knot in your lower tummy tightens, ready to snap at any time, and luckily they understand, Jeno coming back up to tongue at your clit, innocent eyes clouded with eagerness to please staring up at you.
The knot finally snaps with such force that you see white, cunt clamping down around Jaemin's length as you orgasm, with Jeno licking up everything your high has to offer.
Haziness clouds your brain. You're in the n-th position of the night, Jaemin and Jeno still going at it like insatiable rabbits. You're trapped beneath Jeno's body, his hot muscles pulsating above you, inviting your incoherent thoughts to wonder what it would feel like to sink your teeth into the pale flesh, with his cock hitting all the right spots deep inside you, his head thrown back and delightful grunts meeting your eardrums. Behind him is Jaemin, buried to the hilt inside of his best friend, pearly drops of sweat trickling down his temples, a lazy grin rounding his cheeks.
"'m gonna f-fucking-" Jeno can't even finish his sentence, his head dropping to lay in the crook of your neck, puffing clouds of exhausted, hot air against your sticky skin. A long whine accompanies his orgasm that he makes sure to fuck so deeply into you that you're sure you're going to spot your panties for the following week. Jaemin leans forward as well, creating direct eye contact with you as he snaps his hips a few more times, drawing tiny gasps from Jeno that you're only able to feel due to your undeniable closeness, then releases as well.
Dropping down beside you, everyone tries to catch their breath. Without much strength left in your muscles, you cuddle into Jeno, and Jaemin gently holds your hand in his. It's quiet, but it's not silent, it's cozy, but not stuffed.
"I fucking love you guys," Jeno says, and you're sure that he falls asleep mere seconds later. Love. Your eyes snap open, head lifting gently to find Jaemin already looking at you, a grin spreading wider the longer he watches you. Without words, you know what he's hinting at. This is just the beginning of something new, something great.
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Just So You Know
summary: you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things
length: 20,996 words
tags: friends to lovers, love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, semi public, sex toys, edging, bondage, blindfolds, anal play, double penetration, threesome mmf, brief mentions of daddy kink
There was a while when you thought Jeno and Jaemin were attached at the hip. You almost never saw them apart from each other, and any time that you did, the other would show up in the same place soon after, drawn together magnetically even when you were somewhere crowded or in public.
But the first time that you saw Jeno alone, the first time that Jaemin didn’t immediately show up to interrupt, things happen quickly, hormones taking over. You learn that Jeno without Jaemin means that you get fucked quite well, pressed against the back wall of the small shed at the back of the property where they’re filming.
It happens repeatedly.
Jeno gets you alone or you seek him out, you have sex. It’s easy.
You don’t know if he tells the others, and you don’t care one way or the other. It’s just a casual thing, a quick and easy way to get off between friends.
Until it starts to feel like more. Like when Jeno’s suddenly asking you if you want to get dinner with him. When he’s just kissing you and moans “I love you” in the middle of sex. Then it starts to feel like maybe this isn’t just hooking up anymore.
And because it feels right, especially in the moment when you’re teetering on the brink of orgasm, you say it too. “I love you, Jeno,” like a stamp, a final seal on what this is.
You don’t label it, even after that. It’s still mostly just sex, sometimes with dinner, sometimes with driving around the city together, staying up late talking on the phone together, hanging out more with his group of friends. You start seeing a lot more of Jaemin, still connected to Jeno at the hip.
Jeno doesn’t call you his anything, and you don’t either.
Soon, you feel like a trio because even though you’re just doing whatever with Jeno, you spend basically all of your time with him, and by extension, with Jaemin.
You like Jaemin. He’s nice, but he’s snarky when he needs to be. He’s funny and goofy, but he also gives great deep conversations when the three of you are together but Jeno’s already fallen asleep. Many philosophical, political, world-changing discussions are held over Jeno’s sleeping head. Jaemin is handsome, so handsome that sometimes when you look at him and Jeno while they laugh together over some ages-old inside joke that you’ll never really understand, you think that this makes sense.
You’re not really sure what this is, just that it feels right.
Jeno doesn’t set as many boundaries with you while you’re around Jaemin as he does when you’re around others. In public, around most of your other friends, the most he’ll do is put his arm around your shoulders, maybe peck you on the cheek, hold your hand. But when you’re alone together with Jaemin, the three of you hanging out in the apartment or maybe in the backseat of the car, Jeno will hold you in his lap, will draw you in to make out even though Jaemin’s literally sitting right across from you.
It doesn’t seem to bother Jaemin, you realize after a little while. He’ll either make the usual comments like “get a room” or “when’s it my turn” or he’ll sit there and play on his phone, ignoring the two of you until one of you moans or starts to get a little handsier. In which case, Jaemin will usually reach over to smack Jeno’s arm or his ass or his leg or whatever is closest and easiest to hit.
It gets to the point where you’re pretty much spending the same amount of time with Jaemin as you are with Jeno. The only difference that keeps Jeno in the lead is that Jaemin’s not (usually) around when you have sex.
There was one time, a late, late night of drinking together in the apartment, the three of you in Jeno’s perfectly sized bed. Jaemin was deep asleep, but Jeno was awake and you weren’t quite asleep, and Jeno’s warm hands and his whispered words against your ear had convinced you. Jeno ground his cock inside you from behind, both of you turned on your sides facing away from Jaemin. Jeno’s hand clamped over your mouth, the other on your boobs, and you don’t think you’ve cum that hard ever before, your breath gasping out between his fingers as you cum.
“I love you,” Jeno whispers afterwards, holding your lips to his in a messy kiss.
“Love you,” you murmur back, turning yourself around in his arms to tuck your face against his chest.
Things definitely start to change when the three of you take a long weekend trip to Jeju.
You take a train from Seoul down to the coast, and Jeno’s in a particularly playful mood, constantly throwing himself at you to kiss you or tickle you, and you think it’s something about the late summer heat that has him in this mood, he and Jaemin both goofing around and laughing, Jaemin taking pictures and videos.
You catch Jaemin filming you a couple times, teasingly whine when he zooms in on your face. Your hands brush against his when you push the phone away, but Jaemin twists his fingers with yours, holding you there while he and Jeno laugh about your sweet pout.
Eventually, as the day winds on, fading from early to mid-morning, they settle down, seated on either side of you with Jaemin dozing beside the window, watching the scenery pass by.
Jeno has your hand in his, fingers laced together and resting on his thigh while he scrolls through his phone with his free hand. You’re sharing his AirPods, the relaxing music paired with the warm morning sunlight heating the train car lulls you into a sleepy daze as well.
You wake when the train rolls into the station, Jeno’s music still quietly playing in your left ear as your head rolls on the shoulder beneath your cheek.
“We’re here.” Jeno says, shaking your shoulder, and you open your eyes, lifting your head. You glance up as Jaemin rolls his shoulder, and you note the way that he’s avoiding your gaze as he reaches for his bag. You really hope you didn’t drool on his shoulder or anything. “Let’s get lunch before we catch the ferry.”
You take a ferry south from Mokpo, and the silliness of the boys continues, though Jeno ends up taking a nap this time, stretched out across the row of seats with his head in your lap while Jaemin sits across from you, looking at the two of you until slowly his gaze rises to yours.
“What?” You ask.
Jaemin shrugs, glancing away, his gaze flicking down to Jeno’s face before he turns to look out at the water. “Just so you know, you talk in your sleep.”
Jaemin’s slept in the same bed as you enough times now that you’re surprised he’s only just now learning this. “I know. Did I say anything embarrassing?”
You reach down, looking down at Jeno’s head in your lap. His cheek twitches a little when you brush your fingers over his smooth skin, lightly flicking a section of hair back from his eyes. You feel a warmth blossom in your chest. When this had started, the first time you told him you loved him, you don’t think you meant it then, but now you do. You love Jeno, even though he’s not your boyfriend, even if he’s still just your whatever.
Jaemin clears his throat, and you look up at him again. He’s looking out at the water, but something in the way that his head is turned tells you that he’s just started looking back out there. “You were talking about bread and making faces like you were eating some. You were cute.”
“Was I?” You watch Jaemin, watch the way that his hand curls against the leg of his jeans, his ears slightly pink. He looks back over at you, and when you smile, his gaze drops down to your lips. You can’t help it when you look at his lips, at how they part and pull into a smile.
“Jagi,” Jeno’s voice rises from your lap, still half-asleep. His hand covers yours resting in his hair, and he pulls your hand down over his chest, holding it there for the rest of the ferry ride.
You reach Jeju as afternoon turns to evening, the sun sinking towards the sea, casting everything in a warm golden glow as you walk in the shallow waters of the beach near where you’re staying for the night. Jaemin trails behind where you and Jeno splash through the water. He laughs right alongside you both when Jeno grabs you by the waist, lifting you out of the water, spinning you around so Jaemin can catch your ankles.
The three of you laugh, your cries and laughter echoing toward the deepening blue of the eastern sky as they pretend to swing you so they can drop you in the water. Jaemin’s smile fills his whole face, all you can see while they swing you, and even once they’ve released your ankles back to splash in the water, Jeno pulling you up onto your feet, you can only see Jaemin’s face, the way that he’s watching you.
Even when Jeno slides his arms around you and presses his lips to your cheek, holding you in his arms while he turns to look at the last of the sunset, you just keep feeling Jaemin’s gaze on you.
It’s always amazed you how it never feels like Jaemin’s a third wheel with you and Jeno. How it doesn’t feel like you’re a third wheel either when you’re with the two of them. And that night, as the three of you settle into the hotel room (a king-sized single bed because it’s cheaper than the hotel’s only room left with two beds), you think about how it never really feels like one of you is left out.
You’re balanced together.
You flop into the bed with Jaemin while Jeno finishes up in the shower, and Jaemin’s pretending to be asleep, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed.
“Why are you pretending?” You ask, reaching out, hesitating for only a moment before you poke his cheek. “Jaemin?”
He smiles, his hand darting up to catch yours, and when he pins your hand beneath his against his chest, it’s your heart that starts pounding. This is wrong, the way that your heart beats faster, the way that you look at his lips right now and wonder what it would be like if you just kissed him.
The shower squeals to a stop on the other side of the bathroom door.
Jaemin doesn’t let go of your hand. He doesn’t look away. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he can speak, the bathroom door opens. Jeno steps out with a towel around his hips, tendrils of steam licking out at the rest of the hotel room. He glances at you and Jaemin then moves toward his bag, dropping his towel without a care in the world when he drags out the sweatpants he’ll be sleeping in.
“Really?” Jaemin asks, and it’s then that he lifts his hand. You leave yours there on his chest for a moment, only pulling it back when Jeno turns fully back around to face the two of you, flashing you and Jaemin his full cock. “I mean, I’ve seen it all, Jeno. Why even put your clothes back on?”
Jeno grins all soft and cute. “If that’s what you want.”
You reach back, pulling out the pillow from behind your head, and you toss it at him. “No, Jeno, just put your clothes on!”
He laughs, catching the pillow, jumping onto the end of the bed to hit you with the pillow, and you retaliate, dragging the pillow out from under Jaemin’s head.
Jaemin just watches as you and Jeno wrestle around together, laughing and struggling with each other, occasionally grunting when a pillow makes contact. He only leaves the bed when Jeno finally pins you, pressing his bare body down against yours and capturing your lips in a kiss.
“I’m gonna shower,” Jaemin says, moving away from the bed, heading for the bathroom. “Please be done with this by the time I’m out.”
And as soon as the door shuts behind him, you and Jeno are moving. Your hands slip down between your body and his, circling his cock with both hands, kissing the moans right from his lips. He tugs at your clothes, pulling them down just enough that he can flip you over and fit his cock inside you.
He fucks you roughly, his hand gathering your hair in a ponytail, his mouth hot on the back of your neck and your shoulders, leaving his mark behind. You’re moaning and gasping, crying out his name as he fucks in deep, and you’re well aware of the fact that Jaemin’s just on the other side of that thin bathroom door. You’d been able to hear the TV almost clearly while you were in there showering, so you imagine he can probably still hear you pretty well.
Somehow the thought of that gets you hotter.
And when Jeno leans in, his lips close to your ear, he says the magic words. “Do you think Jaemin’s listening to us right now? Think he’s in there jerking off, wishing he was still out here?” He thrusts deep, pushing a sweet moan from you, and he stays there, grinding his hips against your ass, trying to hit deeper as he says, “Maybe he wishes he was in here?”
You cum right then without another thought. Your mind blanking out, white-hot pleasure spilling through you, and a moment later Jeno’s fucking you through it, long, hard thrusts before he’s cumming too.
You’re both dressed and curled together beneath the duvet when Jaemin emerges from the bathroom.
His damp hair curls against his forehead, and when he climbs into the bed on your other side, he smells like Jeno’s eucalyptus body wash. The lights in the room are off, the only illumination coming from Jeno’s phone screen as he searches up what the three of you are going to do tomorrow.
You look at Jaemin as he settles in, as he slides down into the sheets and rests his head on the pillow, rolling onto his side so his back is to the two of you. But one of his hands rests above his head on the pillow, and as Jeno moves his phone around while typing, the brightness of a white screen flashes over Jaemin’s hand and you can make out the clearly defined imprints of teethmarks, like he’d bitten his fist.
“Goodnight, Jaemin,” you say, boldly reaching out to touch his back.
He curls his shoulders a little inward. “Goodnight.”
The following morning, Jeno wakes you with a kiss on the forehead, reaching over you to shake Jaemin awake too. “Come on, we’ve got a busy day.”
“We’re supposed to be relaxing,” Jaemin groans, turning over onto his other side, his face squished against the pillow just inches from yours. His knee nudges against your leg. “Let’s sleep a little longer.” He shifts, getting comfortable again. And then his eyebrows draw together, he tilts his head forward towards you. “You smell like flowers.”
“Is that a bad thing?” You ask.
“No.” Jaemin’s frown clears. “Flowers are nice.”
“Flowers are nice,” Jeno agrees. “And if you wake up now then maybe we can grab breakfast before we go see some pretty flowers while we hike Hallasan.”
There’s a lot of grumbling from yourself and from Jaemin as Jeno drags you both through the process of getting ready. The three of you stand shoulder to shoulder in the tiny hotel bathroom, all trying to brush your teeth together. Jaemin pouts the whole walk from the hotel to a cafe down the street, complaining that it’s too early and he was sleeping so good. He only gets quiet when Jeno shoves a caffeine-high in a cup into Jaemin’s hands.
The hike is a long one, one that Jeno had been looking into for weeks now, preparing everything that the three of you would need for this day. About a six hour minimum round trip, so he’s lucky that you love him.
Jaemin, buzzing off his caffeine high, is happy about the hike once you all arrive and start out. He’s again filming more on his phone, vlogging this experience though you doubt that the video will ever be edited let alone posted. But you enjoy the energy of the hike with the two guys.
There’s a couple that passes with a very happy looking dog that you all stop to pet for a few minutes, there are parents with young children who you pass by. The scenery is pretty, your moods are good. Jaemin walks between you and Jeno, his arms thrown over both of your shoulders, trying to film the three of you together.
The energy lasts for a while, but then the climb gets a little steeper. This is where the parents with the young kids start turning back. This is where Jaemin stops filming for a bit, his caffeine starting to wear off as he replaces it all with water. Jeno’s still chipper, encouraging the two of you as you start to lag behind that this is fun.
“I think you need to redefine fun, Jeno,” you pant as you catch up to him at the top of a steep set of rugged stairs.
“We could’ve just gone to the beach,” Jaemin groans, coming up behind you. “Or I could have stayed at home, and not come along at all.”
But honestly, when you reach the summit shortly after, it’s worth it. The view is amazing on a day as miraculously clear as this, with the entirety of the island laid out beneath your feet, the sea shimmering beneath the sunlight.
“It’s worth it,” you admit to Jeno. “I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, but it was worth it.”
He kisses your cheek. “Yeah, I’ve heard that from you before.”
You push at his arm, glancing in Jaemin’s direction a couple feet away, but either he didn’t hear or he’s pretending not to, too focused on filming the view, panning around until he’s capturing you and Jeno in the frame. You smile, holding your fingers up in a peace sign and waving them. Jeno loops his arm around you, drawing you back against his chest, and both of you laugh.
Jaemin spins around, holding his phone up and aimed at the three of you now. And you can see yourselves on the screen, and you like the way it looks.
You stay up there at the summit for a bit. It’s somewhat crowded, but Jeno assures you that it’s less crowded now than it normally is according to the photos he’d seen online while doing his research. Jeno and Jaemin lay out a picnic blanket, Jeno uncovering food from his bag, and you stretch out on your back, pillowing your head in Jeno’s lap.
Jaemin’s on his back too, one hand held up to shield his face from the sun, but it doesn’t stay up there for long. You watch as Jeno reaches over, grabbing Jaemin’s hand, and he holds it for a moment while he talks to the both of you about something that you’re not really listening to because you stopped listening the moment that you laid eyes on Jaemin’s face when Jeno grabbed his hand.
The way that Jaemin lifted his gaze to Jeno’s face, his lips parted in surprise that turns to a smile. You look at the way that he’s looking at Jeno, and something inside you clicks into place.
You don’t say anything for a bit, you hold in your thoughts until the three of you are making your descent, until your legs start to grow tired again and you begin to lag behind. Jeno marches on, but Jaemin slows his pace to help you down a particularly rocky bit of the path. He goes down first, then holds his hand up to you so you can hold on.
And it’s then, when you slide your hand against his, as the heat of his fingers wrap around your hand, you spot the tiniest, faintest marks of what you’d glimpsed the night before. And your thoughts from earlier come tumbling suddenly from your mouth in the form of a question.
Sweeping your thumb exactly over where you’d seen the teethmarks the night before, you ask Jaemin, “Do you think of me?”
His hand jerks in yours, causing you to stumble the last little bit down, and Jaemin automatically wraps his arms around you. His gaze darts around, lingering on the downward path where Jeno’s gone. “I don’t know how to answer that.”
“It’s easy.” You extract yourself from his arms and tug on his hand. “Last night, when you were listening in on Jeno and I, when you came in the shower, biting down on your hand to keep quiet, were you thinking of me?” You watch his face, his expression shifting slightly, but he doesn’t answer, so you offer a follow-up question, “Or thinking of him, maybe?”
Now Jaemin pulls his hand free. “Why are you asking me this?”
You stare at him, waiting. “Am I wrong? Is that not what happened last night?”
Jaemin looks at you then back down the path. “What do you want me to say? Yes, the two of you were noisy, I jerked off. What’s the big deal?” He turns back to you, his gaze first lands on yours before falling to your lips. “And I was thinking of both of you. Just, like, what it would be like to be watching.”
“Like if you hadn’t gotten out of bed?” You ask.
Jaemin nods slowly. “Yeah.”
“Does Jeno know?” You ask, and you slide your hand up one of his arms. The words Jeno spoke to you last night to get you to cum echo in your mind. “Does he know that you think about us?”
“He would kill me if he thought I wanted to take you from him,” Jaemin quickly says, pulling his arm away from your hand. Once again, he looks down the path, making sure that he can’t see Jeno before he says, “He’s possessive of you, in case you’re not aware, and I like you, okay? So, no, my best friend doesn’t know that I am in love with his girlfriend.”
He fully turns away from you now, starting to continue his descent.
“Jaemin, wait!” You call, hurrying to catch up, but before you can do so, there’s Jeno rounds a bend in the pathway.
“We stopped to rest just a little,” Jaemin explains, tromping down the slope past Jeno. “But we’re good now.”
He’s irritated now, and that settles uncomfortably in your stomach. You didn’t mean to make him angry. You just wanted some answers. Because you’ve seen the way Jaemin looks at you sometimes. And it was similar to how he’d looked at Jeno up at the summit just a little while ago.
Jeno looks at you, as if hoping for some clarification as to why Jaemin’s suddenly in such a bad mood. You curl your hand around his arm as you pass, tugging him along with you. “I’ll tell you about it on the way down.”
You keep Jaemin within sight, but he doesn’t look back at the pair of you. He doesn’t see as you curl yourself around Jeno’s arm, quietly conferring to him the conversation between you and Jaemin. He doesn’t see the way Jeno squeezes your arm, or the way that he stares after Jaemin too. He doesn’t see the plot forming between you and Jeno, a plan for later tonight.
By the time he does look back at you and Jeno, it’s been probably half an hour or longer that Jaemin’s been silently hiking down the mountain in front of you two. He pauses, waits for you guys to catch up, and then he falls into step on Jeno’s other side, not looking at you.
A few times, you notice Jeno open his mouth as if he’s going to say something, but then he doesn’t, and the rest of the hike passes in thoughtful silence.
You can’t stop thinking of the look Jaemin had given Jeno at the summit. The look in his eyes when he’d told you that he’s in love with you. And then that sends you down a spiraling thought about how Jaemin had called you Jeno’s girlfriend, but you’re not his girlfriend, are you? You’ve really never discussed a title on this, even though you’re exclusively kissing and fucking and exchanging confessions of love. Is Jeno your boyfriend? Does that mean that Jaemin’s right, and that it doesn’t really matter that he’s in love with you too?
There’s really no speaking at all as the three of you take the bus from the base of the mountain back to the hotel. The weather’s really starting to take a turn as you board the bus, clouds gathering, growing darker. Raindrops start to hit the bus windows as you near the hotel, and as you step off the bus, a growl of thunder rolls through the thickening air. A fat raindrop hits your forehead.
Jeno takes your hand, his warm and comforting palm pressed against yours as he starts to run with you for the stairs that lead up to your room on the second floor. You hear Jaemin’s feet slapping pavement behind you, metallically pounding up the stairs, splashing through a large puddle that’s gathered on the balcony.
The roof overhangs the balcony to provide a little protection to the doors of the hotel rooms, but it’s not quite enough as the rain starts to fall harder, soaking through your shirt almost entirely by the time that the three of you reach your room at the end of the balcony. Your clothes stick to your back as you wait for Jeno to shove the key into the lock, jamming the door open with some careful pressure with his shoulder, and all three of you tumble quickly into the room.
Jaemin presses the door shut again, leaning back against it as it thumps back into the frame. He looks up from his feet, catches Jeno’s eye, and both of them start laughing.
You’re all soaked. Hair plastered to foreheads. Clothes dripping and hanging from your bodies. Your white tshirt has gone nearly transparent, and at the same time that you realize that, it seems that Jaemin does too. His gaze drifts past Jeno, both of them still smiling, and he sees you with your shirt clinging to your chest.
His smile fades and fades until it’s barely there any longer.
Meanwhile, a heat grows inside you at the weight of his gaze on you.
Jeno turns, noticing the fading expression on his best friend’s face, and when he spots you, understanding dawns in his eyes. You can almost see the moment that something clicks in Jeno’s mind, the words fuck our plan almost clearly written on his face.
He turns back to Jaemin, walking closer to him, and when he grabs him by the shoulders, Jaemin opens his mouth to protest, but Jeno doesn’t allow it.
This room doesn’t have a whole lot in it. There’s the single King-sized bed. A chest of drawers with a TV on it. There’s a pair of nightstands on either side of the headboard, each of them decorated with a lamp. And there’s a single armchair in the room sitting tucked in the corner at the foot of the bed near the bathroom.
That chair is where Jeno steers Jaemin to.
“Sit. Don’t say anything.” Jeno tells him, pressing down on Jaemin’s shoulders until the other man bends his knees and sinks down into the chair.
And then Jeno’s back in front of you.
He meets your eyes, just a quick check with you before he’s edging in to kiss you, first just a soft peck against the corner of your mouth, pulling back and moving back in to kiss you more firmly on the mouth, and then he pulls back again to glance over in Jaemin’s direction before he turns back to you again and this time when he kisses you, it’s a real kiss, a hungry kiss that you open up to, letting him overwhelm you. Jeno tastes like the fruit flavored candies he’d been silently sharing with Jaemin on the bus, and you moan a little, trying to get closer to him, to get a better taste.
Jeno smiles into the kiss, and he reaches for the soaked hem of your shirt and begins to lift it. You hear Jaemin make a sound from his seat in the corner, but you can’t stop kissing Jeno, not for long enough to look over at your personal voyeur. A thrill tingles through your fingertips and down to your toes as you feel Jeno peeling the shirt from your skin, cool air meeting damp skin. You part for only when it’s time for him to lift the shirt up and over your head.
The material falls to the floor with a wet slap and the sound of Jaemin’s quiet gasp.
Finally you look over at him.
You can see from the look on his face that Jaemin must be thinking that this is some kind of punishment, thinking that you told Jeno about your conversation on the rocks earlier, and this is Jeno’s way of restaking his claim on you and proving to Jaemin that he can’t have you.
And as Jeno sinks to his knees in front of you, kissing down your neck and your chest (lingering there for a moment as his hands slip around your back to unfasten your bra, letting that piece of fabric fall uselessly to the floor as well), he unbuttons your shorts and drags them down, and you can definitely see how Jaemin might view it as Jeno punishing him, but that’s not it at all.
Jeno presses lightly at your hips with his fingertips, and you sink down to sit on the edge of the bed. Jeno’s hands touch your knees, and you part your legs immediately, making room for Jeno to fit between them.
You look over at Jaemin again. He’s sitting there, hands on his knees, watching. And when you make a brief moment of eye contact, you can tell that he’s trying hard not to stare, but failing epically as his focus drops down to your chest, to your peaked nipples, falling lower again to the sight of Jeno scooting forward and tucking his fingers in the band of your panties to pull them down.
You watch Jaemin’s face as Jeno does this, as you lift your ass off the bed to let Jeno slide your last article of clothing down your legs. Jaemin glances up to your face, and you try your best to smile at him to nod and let him know that you want him to watch, that this is something that you and Jeno both want. He looks away again quickly, returning to the spread of your legs, Jeno’s face and hands.
A heavy silence weighs the air in the room for a moment as thunder rumbles outside. The tension inside grows.
You reach for one of Jeno’s hands, and at your brief touch, he looks up to check in with you. You squeeze his hand, tilting your head slightly in Jaemin’s direction, and Jeno follows, glancing over his shoulder toward his best friend.
“Jaeminnie,” Jeno says, his hands skimming up your thighs. “Watch us.”
You can tell that Jaemin’s already hard in his pants, squirming in the chair. But he hasn’t made a single move to get up since Jeno’s hands had pressed down on his shoulders. And judging by the eager way that he’s drinking in the spectacle playing out before him, you don’t think he’s going to leave.
“She told me that you said earlier that you wanted to watch us.” Jeno’s fingers press gently near the apex of your thighs, making you part your legs just a little more. “And just so you know, we both want you to watch us too.”
Last night had been the first time either you or Jeno had brought it up, but you had certainly thought about it before. Maybe not consciously, but you’d had dreams of waking up in Jeno’s bed to morning sex, but when you’d checked it hadn’t been Jeno eating you out. You’d dreamt of getting double-teamed in the backseat of the car. And outside of dreams, you’d had sex in the same bed where Jaemin was sleeping before, and when you’d thought back on that night in the days that followed, some part of you had wished that Jaemin had woken up and caught you.
You weren’t ever sure exactly what you had hoped to come of that if he had woken, but right now, sitting on this hotel bed with Jeno moving closer to your pussy while Jaemin watches, you think you’ve finally figured it out.
Jeno moves up onto the bed with you, positioning himself so he’s not blocking Jaemin’s view as he kisses back up your body, tipping you down to lie beneath him, and he fills you smoothly with his fingers.
Having Jaemin watching just makes everything better. You’re more aware of the way you react to Jeno’s touches and his kiss, the way you touch him too, the way you both sound.
And you’re aware too that Jeno’s putting on a little bit of a show, making sure that any move he makes is visible to Jaemin. Anything he says to you, he says it loud enough that Jaemin can hear. He spreads your legs further apart, shifting you so you’re angled more toward Jaemin, so he can better see Jeno’s fingers disappearing inside you while he hears your soft moans.
Each time you look over at Jaemin, his hand gets a little closer to dipping inside his pants until one time you look at him and he’s just stroking himself over the front of his pants. You can’t look away.
“Do you like that?” Jeno asks as he curls his fingers inside you. “Jaeminnie’s so hard for you, jagi. Do you think he wishes he was over here? Wishes it was his fingers inside your cunt? Do you wish I was him?”
Jeno sits up then, and he does one of your favorite things. He brings one of his hands up to your throat, carefully placing his fingers before lightly beginning to squeeze. Your eyes roll with pleasure, a surge of arousal bursting in your belly, and Jeno starts to fuck you harder with his fingers.
“Do you want Jaeminnie’s cock, jagi? Or is it just enough to have him watch?” Jeno asks, his lips pressed to your cheek, voice just loud enough that you know Jaemin heard, that you know he’s still listening when you let out a choked moan of Yes. “Yes, what?” Jeno asks.
You moan, twisting your hips as he keeps pounding his fingers inside you, and you can feel your orgasm building, rising quickly to your climax as you let your imagination paint a vivid image in your mind of Jaemin leaving that chair in the corner, coming over to join you and Jeno in bed, Jaemin stuffing you with his cock while Jeno chokes you on his.
“Yes,” you moan again, “I want his cock.”
Your body arches off the bed when you cum, your heart pounding so hard in your chest that you’re almost certain the two men can see it. Jeno’s hand is still around your throat, pinning you down to the bed as your orgasm courses so intensely through you. His fingers work you through your climax.
“That’s too bad,” Jeno’s tone is taunting. “Because you can’t have Jaemin’s cock tonight, sweetheart. You’re mine to have, his to watch.”
His fingers fall from around your throat, and you suck in a strong clear breath. His fingers leave your pussy, and you clench around nothing, a soft whimper starting up as you realize that you’re not done here. You need more.
Jeno moves off the bed, and you and Jaemin both watch him closely as Jeno tugs his shirt off and as he drops his pants. You look over to Jaemin right as his gaze falls down to where Jeno starts stroking himself. You and Jeno both watch as Jaemin finally takes the plunge and slowly pulls his cock out, nervously checking to see how Jeno has reacted.
Jeno had told you before that they had both seen each other’s dicks on numerous occasions, that they’d even seen each other hard a few times. Jeno offers Jaemin’s cock only a cursory glance before he’s turning his back, returning to his place between your legs.
“Do you still want him to watch me fuck you, sweetheart?” Jeno asks, one hand on his cock, the other brushing over your thigh. You know that he’s asking just to make sure that you still feel all good about this. If you said no, Jeno would shut it down, tell Jaemin to leave the two of you alone for a bit. But you also know that when you nod at him, look over at Jaemin and say “yes” that Jeno’s full on board with that too.
Jaemin’s full touching himself now, and your gaze lingers there for a moment, admiring the sight of his cock, his slow strokes, his lips parting in a barely audible gasp when he feels your attention.
It all feels very quick after that. Jeno pressing into you, shifting you a little higher up the bed so he can move up onto it too. Jeno folding his body over yours while you wrap your arms and legs around him. Jaemin gets a full view of Jeno’s ass, his balls, his cock thrusting into your hungry pink pussy.
Jeno’s rough and quick, and you know that he’s been more aroused by this whole situation than he was letting on. He’s going hard with little regard for you, but you don’t mind because as Jeno buries his cock deep inside you again and again, you’re watching Jaemin stroking his cock, his expression starved and lustful, drinking in everything you and Jeno are giving him.
“Look at me,” Jeno growls, and you feel his hand squeezing your cheeks, turning your gaze back to his face. Your eyes lock on his, and looking deep into Jeno’s eyes all you can see is love, his overwhelming love and desire for you, overflowing as he holds your gaze, his hand on your cheeks, and he thrusts into you, harder, deeper, faster, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm.
“Jeno!” You moan his name, your hands clutching at his back, fingernails digging against his skin. “Fuck, fuck! Jeno!”
Your release is timed almost perfectly with his, his cock pumping his cum deep inside you as your body pulses with pleasure again, pussy clenching around him.
Jeno leans down, capturing your lips with his, moaning into the kiss as he thrusts a few more times to really finish himself off.
You almost forget about Jaemin, all swept up in the kiss and the dazed afterglow of your orgasm and the heat and weight of Jeno over you and inside you.
But then you hear a moan from that seat in the corner of the room, and you break the kiss to look over at him.
You watch as Jaemin throws his head back, as his hand massages his cock, as he cums. Creamy white cum leaks down over his fingers, dripping down the length of his cock. You shove down the urge to crawl out from beneath Jeno, to get on all fours on the floor and lick up Jaemin’s cum. That much isn’t something that you and Jeno had discussed. He’d only told you that he was good with Jaemin watching, not actually sharing you with the other man.
So you lie there in bed and tuck away that new fantasy for another day.
Jaemin’s the first to move, getting out of the seat and vanishing into the bathroom. You hear the sink turn on and then back off. Hear clothes hitting the floor, the sound of him stepping into the shower, and turning it on.
Jeno presses his lips softly to your cheek. “I love you,” he butts his head gently against the side of yours, quietly saying, “That... That was good. But I just hope, like, that it doesn’t ruin anything.”
You look over at the bathroom door. It’s cracked open slightly, steam puffing out of the little gap. Absently, you lift your hand to Jeno’s head, combing your fingers through his hair as you whisper back, “What would it ruin?”
Jeno’s quiet for a moment as he moves away from you, lifting himself off of you, pulling out. He stoops down to grab his underwear from the floor, pulling them back up and tossing your panties back to you. He sits down on the bed as you stand up, and once you’ve got your panties back on and a dry tshirt from your bag on, that’s when Jeno finally speaks again.
“I don’t want it to ruin us.” Jeno’s voice is still quiet, just barely above a whisper, and you know he’s worried about Jaemin overhearing from the shower. “And I don’t mean you and me. I don’t even mean just Jaemin and I. I mean all three of us. I like it when we’re all together. He’s my best friend, and you’re my.... I’m in love with you.”
You notice that quick switch, the continued avoidance of putting a label on this between you and him. You reach for his hand, holding onto it as you stand in front of him.
Jeno looks up at you, he pulls your joined hands up beneath his face, resting his chin on your hand. “I don’t want to lose either one of you. I don’t want things to get weird between us.”
“Jeno,” you sigh, “I like it when we’re all three together too. I’ve always thought that it just feels right.” Jeno nods, holding your gaze, looking up at you and waiting to hear what else you have to say, and it takes a minute for you to take a deep breath and finally muster the courage to put into words what you’ve been feeling all day. “Do you think it would be crazy if we just like opened up a little more, if we kind of just let Jaemin in?”
The room is quiet except for the patter of the shower on the other side of the bathroom door. Jeno has these warm, soft puppy dog eyes that are staring up at you, searching your face, thoughts swirling in the deep brown of his irises.
“Jeno?” You ask after a moment.
Everything falls quiet. The shower faucet squeaks as Jaemin shuts it off. You can hear the trickle of the water from the showerhead, the sound of it swirling down the drain. You can hear Jaemin stepping out of the shower, the quiet splatter of the shower’s spray dripping off of him.
Jeno nods. “I think I would be open to that. But not tonight. That might be, uh, too much.”
You agree. Too much, too fast.
You lean down, pressing a kiss to Jeno’s lips.
The bathroom door opens, and there’s Jaemin, a towel wrapped around his waist, and he stares as you straighten up. He clears his throat, drops his gaze, moves quietly toward his bag. He returns to the bathroom for just a moment, just long enough to pull his clothes back on, and then he’s passing quickly through the room, shoving his feet back into his shoes, grabbing a jacket from his bag, and he reaches for one of the room keys sitting on the chest of drawers.
“I’m going out for a walk,” is all the explanation he offers before dragging the door open, and stepping out into the evening drizzle.
You and Jeno shower after that. You redress. By that point the rain has faded away almost entirely, so you walk a few minutes to a restaurant. You eat there, return to the hotel, and the room is still empty with no sign of Jaemin. You change into clothes to sleep in, climb into the bed together, turn on the TV to watch some drama, and you both fall asleep rather quickly.
You’re not really sure what time it is when Jaemin finally returns. The TV is still on, but all the lights in the room are off. Jeno’s deep asleep, halfway hanging off the bed. And you hear a key turning in the door’s lock. You watch through your eyelashes as Jaemin steps in through the door. He takes off his shoes and pauses, looking at the two of you on the bed, the spot still open for him on your other side.
It must’ve started raining again because his hair is plastered to his forehead again. Jaemin sighs, shrugs out of his jacket, passes through the room to the bathroom.
When he emerges again, he’s taken off his wet shirt and wet pants. You see him cast in the bluish light of the TV, all of his shadows and highlights as he looks again at the bed, at the spot beside you. You watch as he glances at the chair in the corner, and you can see it as if it’s written clearly on his face that he’s thinking of just curling up to sleep in that chair instead of claiming the spot beside you.
He starts to move for the chair.
“Jaemin,” you yawn, your voice thick with sleep. He jumps a little as he looks back over at you. You lift a hand, holding it out to him. “Come sleep in the bed. Don’t be stupid.”
He hesitates for a moment longer, but when you make a mildly irritated noise and start to move like you’re about to get up, Jaemin finally takes a step toward the bed, he accepts your offered hand, and you tug lightly so he takes another step closer.
You close your eyes, yawning again, and while you’re not looking, Jaemin settles into the bed. You take a peek at him, noticing the way that he’s lying straight on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
He’s tense, even in your half-asleep state you can see that.
But he’s still holding onto your hand, so you take that as a good sign as you shut your eyes and sink back into sleep.
The hotel room is cool when you wake again a few hours later. The air prickles against the bare curve of your shoulder. All is quiet and dark in the room as the TV had shut off at some point, and all you can hear is the breathing of the two men in the room with you, the relaxing sound of the rain still falling outside.
Jeno’s drawn closer to you, curving his body behind yours, his arm curled over your waist. Jaemin’s still holding onto your hand, the back of which rests against his bare chest, and you can feel his heartbeat with each easy rise and fall of his chest.
And when you feel that heartbeat suddenly pick up, you lift your gaze from Jaemin’s chest to his face, and you find his dark eyes already looking at you.
Neither of you say a word.
You hold his gaze.
Jaemin squeezes your hand lightly, and his eyes soften, reminding you of his confession from the day before. He’s in love with you, and just a few hours ago he’d sat there and witnessed what had probably seemed a display of possessiveness. Jaemin didn’t know about the rest.
He didn’t know about the feelings that were getting involved. He didn’t know about the talk you and Jeno had had about opening up your relationship a little and letting Jaemin settle into a place in this relationship.
You don’t want to speak right now. Breaking the silence feels wrong. So you lift your joined hands from Jaemin’s chest, and he watches as you bring the back of his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss there.
Jaemin squeezes your hand again. He starts to smile before he tamps it down and turns his head away toward the bathroom.
Behind you, Jeno shifts, inhaling deeply and tucking his face into your hair.
You know that eventually at some point today, you’re going to have to get out of this bed. You’re going to have to let go of Jaemin’s hand. You’re going to have to leave Jeno’s arms. The three of you are returning to Seoul today, which means another long day of ferry rides and a train journey, and you really don’t want to move.
But Jeno presses his lips to the back of your shoulder. He throws a leg over you, and when his heel hooks against Jaemin’s leg, Jeno sits up to take a look.
“When did you get back?” Jeno asks.
“Late last night,” Jaemin yawns, and when he moves to cover his mouth with his hand, he realizes that his hand is still held in yours. You feel him jerk, trying to slip his hand away, but you hold on tighter, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles.
Jaemin looks quickly between your face and your hand, then up to Jeno’s face. When he finds a lack of jealousy or possessiveness or anger of any sort, Jaemin relaxes. You can see the tension leaving him.
“You didn’t have to leave,” Jeno says, and he slips over you, briefly straddling you as he crawls over to squeeze himself into the narrow space between you and Jaemin. He grips Jaemin’s leg, shaking it a little. “I’m sorry if we made you uncomfortable by making you watch.”
Jaemin looks quickly away from Jeno’s face to yours and then back again. “You didn’t make me watch. I could’ve left at any point.”
“But you stayed.” Jeno’s hand flexes on Jaemin’s leg.
You draw Jaemin’s hand back to your lips, giving him another soft kiss against the back of his hand. “We liked it,” you reassure him. “Having you watch us.”
Jaemin snorts. “I’m not surprised. The pair of you are kinda exhibitionists, aren’t you? Finally getting a somewhat captive audience, I’m sure it really got your rocks off. Especially with Jeno’s possessiveness thing.”
Jeno scoffs. “I’m not possessive.”
“No?” Jaemin smiles, challenging. “So you wouldn’t mind if I just...?”
The moment that Jaemin lifts a hand to cup your face, when he leans up over you and begins to lower his face towards yours, your heart races in anticipation. You part your lips around a gasp, your eyelashes fluttering as you fight the warring urges to keep your eyes open to see Jaemin like this and also to close your eyes and drown when he kisses you.
But he doesn’t kiss you.
Your eyes flutter shut, and you feel his breath on your lips. You feel his fingertips against your cheek. You can feel the buzzing anticipation of his proximity, the energy of want emanating from both of you. But Jaemin doesn’t do it.
And when you open your eyes again as he pulls back, you see that Jeno hasn’t stopped him. Jeno is still kneeling where he’d been when Jaemin had first moved. He’s watching, amused and slightly aroused, but there’s no haze of jealousy in his eyes, no tension in his jaw or his fists.
“What, you’re just gonna tease her like that?” He laughs as Jaemin slides away from you, completely removing himself from the bed. “You can’t just leave her unkissed.”
Jaemin looks on as Jeno swoops in to finish the job, giving you an obnoxiously over-the-top morning kiss.
You push Jeno away when it gets to be too much, and then he teasingly rises up on his knees again, twisting on the spot to reach for Jaemin, as if he’s going to kiss him.
You see the moment that Jaemin’s eyes go wide, when he parts his lips and his tongue darts out to wet them. But Jeno laughs and pulls back before he even gets close to Jaemin.
A phone chimes from the bedside table, and Jaemin quickly checks it, swearing under his breath as he sees the time. “We need to get going if we’re going to catch the ferry.”
So reluctantly you climb from the bed. The three of you move around each other in the bathroom, bumping elbows and shoulders while you brush your teeth, Jeno uses the toilet for his morning piss without a care that both you and Jaemin are standing at the sink. You all get dressed, make sure you’ve got everything packed, and you leave that hotel room and the events that happened inside it behind you.
During the long ride on the ferry, things are normal, much like they’d been on the ride to Jeju. The guys goof around. Jaemin’s taking a few pictures and videos. He keeps catching your eye.
The weather clears after you leave the island, the sun peeking through the clouds slowly until the clouds vanish entirely, leaving the open sea and bright sunlight dancing off the waves. Jeno and Jaemin briefly leave you alone as they both walk off to check out the view from the other side of the ferry, and you lean against the railing on your side of the ferry, feeling the sun and the wind on your face.
The dress your wearing flutters around your knees, your hair blows back from your face, and you close your eyes to soak in the feeling. Memories of last night play across the backs of your eyelids. Jeno lips at your ear, Jaemin’s eyes on you. You think of Jaemin’s hand in yours when he’d come to bed, waking this morning and sharing that quiet moment with him before Jeno woke, the look in his eyes that reassured you that everything was going to be okay, that nothing was ruined.
With your eyes closed and the wind somewhat loud in your ears, you don’t hear the approach. One moment you’re alone in the sunlight, and the next moment, there are a pair of arms around your waist, a pair of lips against your cheek, and Jeno’s voice laughing out a “boo!”
His body presses up against yours, his lips trailing down from your cheek to your neck to end at your shoulder.
“What are you thinking about?” Jeno asks. “You looked happy.”
“Honestly?” You ask, tilting your head against his.
“Mhmm,” Jeno hums, his teeth skimming your bare shoulder.
You glance around, noticing that most of the other passengers are sitting down. There’s no one around the two of you right now. Jaemin’s not even anywhere to be seen.
“Where’s Jaemin? Did you push him overboard, overcome with jealousy at last from last night?” You tease.
Jeno laughs. “So that’s what you’re thinking about? Last night?”
You nod. “It was good, but I want more, like we said last night. I liked it, and I liked this morning. Were you going to kiss him or was that just a tease?”
Again, he kisses your shoulder. “We can do more, sweetheart.”
He’s not really answering your questions. “So, did you push Jaemin overboard? Where is he?”
Jeno just laughs (which is mildly concerning), but a few minutes later Jaemin walks back into sight, perfectly fine and dry, so he definitely wasn’t tipped overboard. He comes to stand with you and Jeno, leaning his elbows on the rail and turning to look at you still wrapped in Jeno’s arms.
You look right back at him, admiring the way the sunlight shines off the water, reflecting on Jaemin’s cheeks, illuminating his eyes. He looks so handsome, glazed in summer sunlight.
When you reach out, cupping Jaemin’s cheek gently, he smiles at you. And when Jeno’s arms loosen around you, allowing you the freedom to lean closer to Jaemin, his eyes go briefly wide before his lids sink as he focuses on your lips.
In the back of your mind you wonder if anyone is looking.
But the majority of your mind is buzzing as your hand on Jaemin’s cheek guides his mouth to yours in a first kiss.
He doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. Not even a little.
Jaemin kisses you like it’s something normal, like Jeno’s hands aren’t still resting on your hips as you kiss Jaemin.
When Jaemin pulls back, you watch him blink slowly, his gaze sinking down to your lips again like he just might have to kiss you again to remind himself how good it feels. His lips pull into a wide smile, and he turns his head away, hiding the look of happiness from you and Jeno.
The second half of the ferry ride puts the three of you together sitting down, shoulder to shoulder as you look out at the sea. Jeno’s holding your hand on one side, and Jaemin sits on your other side with his leg pressed all alongside yours, and his pinky finger brushes against your pinky finger on your thigh, occasionally overlapping pinkies, but he doesn’t hold your hand. He doesn’t try to kiss you again, just spends most of the time suppressing smiles, giving you and Jeno curious looks.
It’s once you’ve departed the ferry, at last back to the mainland on solid ground that things change slightly. While you’re waiting in the train station for your train to arrive to take the three of you back to Seoul, Jeno disappears to the bathroom.
“Just so you know,” you say as you lean against Jaemin’s side, wrapping your arms around one of his, “Last night was about more than just us wanting an audience. It’s you, Jaemin. We like you. We want you. In case my kiss earlier didn’t, like, make that clear enough.”
He glances sideways at you. “Jeno too?”
You nod, sliding your hand down his arm until your fingers lace with his. “Yes, Jeno too.”
Jeno doesn’t even give the way you’re tangled around Jaemin’s arm a second glance when he returns, and it’s only then in that moment that you realize just how normalized he’s made this. You remember all the times you’ve held Jaemin’s hand, that you’ve cuddled with Jaemin, that you’ve done everything but have an actual romantic or sexual relationship with him. And Jeno has never cared.
When the three of you board the train, you find a section of seats away from the more heavily occupied section of the train. Unfortunately, there are only two seats to a row, but there are two rows facing each other, so Jaemin just takes the seat in front of yours.
In your car, there’s only a few other people. A family of four sits at the front of the car. An older gentleman is sitting several rows back. A young woman, likely a student, is sitting in the back corner of the car with headphones on and her face buried in her phone.
No one is paying anyone else any attention at all, and you fully expect it to remain that way for the entirety of the two hour train ride.
Jaemin settles into his seat across from you, looking comfortable, like maybe he just might take a nap. But then the train starts moving, and not too long later, so does Jeno.
At first it seems like nothing. He just lays a hand on your thigh. But soon his hand is moving, fingertips against bare skin as the hem of your dress rides a little higher. His fingernails skim your skin, prickling heat that spreads to your core. You shift in your seat, lifting your gaze to Jaemin, and you find that he’s already looking.
When Jeno’s hand actually dips under the edge of your dress, you make a soft sound, your heart pounding in your chest as you reach to stop him.
You’re in public. Totally in public where anyone on this train could look over and see what’s happening. Sure, the car isn’t crowded, but you know people might pass through here.
Jeno grabs your wrists, and he safely pins them against your belly.
“Quiet, jagi, be a good girl. Show Jaemin how good you listen.” He pecks your cheek, and keeping one hand on your wrists, Jeno drops the other back to the bottom of your dress.
This dress makes it too easy for him to make you feel exposed. It’s similar to a wrap skirt style, so there’s a slit that Jeno slips his fingers under, flicking them to get the split to widen. He lightly brushes one side of the skirt off one of your legs, then uses his fingers to flick the other side off the other, his fingertips press against your knees, causing you to spread your legs a little wider for Jaemin to see.
Jeno looks around quickly, checking to make sure that no one is looking, that no one is coming, and then he starts really touching.
He runs his fingers up and down your thighs, coming so close to where you want and need him, but never doing more than just barely coming in contact with the elastic edges of your panties.
Across from you, Jaemin doesn’t look quite so sleepy anymore. He’s intrigued, aroused.
Jeno strokes and massages your thighs, a total tease right then, as you feel like your body is on fire. Heat simmers just beneath your skin. You let out a soft whimper that feels loud in the near silence of the train car.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Jeno reminds you. He taps a finger beneath your chin, and you turn your face toward him, letting him tilt your mouth up to his with his single finger.
Even while Jeno kisses you, he doesn’t stop touching you. Hands on your legs, brushing briefly over the center of your panties. Your body jolts with sensitivity and need, another little moan spilling into the kiss.
“If you’re not quiet, I’m going to have to send you over to sit with Jaemin. I’m sure he’s got a way to keep you quiet.” Jeno murmurs, and then he’s pinching your jaw, turning your head to look over at Jaemin.
He’s got a hand in his lap doing a poor job of covering the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.
“So be good, sweetheart.” Jeno kisses your ear, hooks his hand around your leg, tugging the one nearest him over his knee. “If you’re good, well, I see a reward in store for you when we get home.”
You sigh pleasantly as Jeno starts feeling up your legs again, baring you even more as he hitches your leg higher over his. You look across at Jaemin, as his eyes follow the movement of Jeno’s hands on your thighs, as he notes every rise and fall of your chest, and you notice too the way that he’s gently squeezing his dick.
All you want is for Jeno to actually touch you, to press the pads of his fingers over your panties, or even better to actually just dip them inside your panties, soak his fingers to the knuckles with your wetness. But he doesn’t do that. Instead he looks over at Jaemin and begins to hold a conversation with him.
They talk about everything. Nothing. Anything but you. Jaemin can hardly take his eyes off of you though, but occasionally you do notice the way that his gaze lingers on Jeno’s hand, trailing up his arm, detouring to look at Jeno’s lap for a moment before returning to his veiny arm and hand.
Finally, when you’re almost hiccuping to draw breath from the need burning you up from the inside out, Jeno pulls his hand away. Your knees almost snap back together, you turn your face against his shoulder and whine.
By this point, Jaemin is obviously touching himself over his pants, grinding the heel of his palm against the bulge.
“Jeno, Jeno, please,” you moan quietly, just loud enough for Jaemin to be able to hear too. “I wanna cum. Please, just give me your fingers.”
He looks and sounds far too amused when he holds his hand out to you. “What are you going to do with them?”
“Jen.” Jaemin’s voice is deep, hard with just a hint of a soft plea mixed in there. “Just do it. Please.”
You think it’s that please that finally breaks Jeno’s resolve as his hand slides up your thigh, finally stroking his fingers along your core over your panties. Your hands fly to his arm, clutching tightly with a soft gasp as he swirls his middle finger slowly over your clit.
Once again, your legs spread wide, the skirt of your dress draped over the sides and bunched at your waist.
You watch Jaemin while he watches you and Jeno. It’s sweet enough to feel the buzz of static pleasure under your skin when Jeno’s touch pushes aside your panties, exposing your pussy to himself and Jaemin as he buries his fingers inside you. But what’s sweeter still is to watch Jaemin’s lips part on a deep inhale, his hand gripping around his erection in his pants, his eyes dark and watchful.
Jeno’s lips are against your ear, kissing, nipping, whispering to you. His other hand that’s not fingering you is draped over your opposite shoulder, positioned just so to be able to tease you nipple, to have you arching into his touch until he moves his fingers to be able to palm at your tit.
You’re trying so hard to keep quiet. You know that you could happily and easily be moaning for Jeno, but there are the other passengers to be considered and you really don’t want to be kicked off the train before Seoul and charged with public indecency.
Looking at Jaemin as Jeno plunges his fingers inside you again and again, as you can feel your wetness soaking your inner thighs and likely creating quite an indecent spot on the back of your dress, you swear it looks like Jaemin’s about to drop off the edge of his seat, cross the couple feel of space between you and settle between your legs on his knees to get a taste.
Your nails dig into Jeno’s arm at the mental image of Jaemin eating you out right now.
“Jaemin,” you moan softly, bucking your hips.
“Oh, is that how you’re going to play this?” Jeno asks. “You really want Jaemin?”
He pulls his hand away from you, and both you and Jaemin snap your attention to Jeno.
“I’m touching you and you’re moaning his name, sweetheart?” Jeno’s hand slaps down against your pussy. “Go on, then. Go have him touch you.”
Jeno withdraws from you completely, appraising you and Jaemin both with a smirk on his face. You try to pull his hand back between your legs for him to finish what he started, but Jeno just shakes his head and looks pointedly at Jaemin.
“I mean it. Go to him.”
Before you can move to obey, you hear the sharp sound of the door at the front of the car sliding open. Your legs snap back together, and you pull your dress into place.
“Jeno?” You ask quietly. “Really?”
He presses a kiss to the side of your head. “You clearly want to get fucked, sweetheart. And he clearly wants you too, look at how hard Jaeminnie is just from watching.”
A staff member is passing down the aisle towards your row, and you feel flushed, at the thought of how she could have almost caught you. And you feel even warmer, like you must be obviously sweaty and flushed, when Jeno lifts a hand and waves at the woman.
“Excuse me, where the restroom? Our friend isn’t feeling too well?” He gestures at you, and a fresh wave of embarrassed heat washes over you. You drop your head back against the seat.
“Oh, of course. There’s a lavatory in the back of the car.” She smiles, glances over you, and then she hurries along her way out the door at the back of the car and onto the next.
Jeno kisses the side of your head again. “Alright, there you go. Lavatory is at the back of the car. Go have fun. Jaemin, now’s your chance to practice some more acting. Our girlfriend’s sick, so take her back there and make sure she’s okay.”
Jaemin smirks at the acting challenge. “Yeah?”
And then just like that his expression clears and shifts into one of concern as he stands and reaches for you. You press a quick kiss to Jeno’s lips, whispering a thank you, before you let Jaemin take your hand and pull you to your feet. He wraps and arm around you, cooing and speaking in a worried voice to you as he guides you along the aisle toward the back of the car. Not that anyone is looking, but if they were then you feel that Jaemin’s acting would fool them into believing that he’s taking his girlfriend that feels unwell to the restroom.
The moment that the door of the restroom opens, you grab the front of Jaemin’s shirt, and you drag him inside the tiny compartment with you.
The door snaps shut, he fumbles with the lock. You reel him in closer as you press up on your toes and drag him again into a kiss.
This kiss is different than the one earlier on the ferry. That one had been mild and sweet. A first kiss. This one is pure lust, a hungry moan breaks from you. Jaemin’s hands push at your skirt, splitting it much like Jeno had, and he grabs your thighs, dragging one up to hook around his hip.
In this tiny restroom, there’s a toilet, a small sink with a little bit of a ledge around it, a mirror bolted to the wall. There’s a window looking out on the countryside that blurs by outside.
Jaemin backs you up to the sink, lifting you to sit on the ledge. His fingers dig into your thighs, he grinds forward between your legs, and you feel Jaemin’s erection against your soaked core through your panties.
“In me. Jaemin, please. I need your cock,” you beg, trailing your fingers up and down his chest. “Please let me cum.”
Jaemin groans. “It’s so hot when you beg.” He kisses down your throat, and when he reaches the base, he just buries his face into the crook between your shoulder and your neck, breathing in deeply as his fingers draw up your thighs, reaching your panties. “Beg me again, baby?”
“Jaemin,” you moan breathlessly, “Please, I need to cum on your cock.”
He makes a satisfied sound, and then he’s pulling your panties aside like Jeno had. Jaemin slides his fingers inside you, two at first, and then three a moment later when he finds that you’re more than ready for him. You start up a quiet chant of his name, pouring from your lips softly and growing slowly louder as he works you toward orgasm on his fingers with his breath and lips and teeth at your collarbone.
You grip at Jaemin’s shoulders, your hips rocking on the edge of the bathroom sink when his fingers curl inside you, pressing up against your G-spot. “Jaemin!” You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as your orgasm hits. Your leg squeezes around his hips, your pussy around his fingers, and Jaemin just sucks a small mark against your collarbone, fingering you through your orgasm, feeling your wetness gushing between his fingers.
“Jaem. Jaem, c’mere,” you murmur after a few moments, moving your hands from his shoulders to his hair, bringing his mouth up from your shoulder so you can look him in the eye.
“Good?” He asks, a confident, pleased smile on his lips.
“Shut up and fuck me. God, please, please, Jaemin.”
He crushes his mouth against yours, the kiss heavy and hungry again as he withdraws his hands from you, but you can feel him fumbling with the front of his pants, and a moment later, Jaemin’s pressing closer to you. His knuckles brush your inner thigh as he strokes his cock.
You spread your legs a little further, lean back a little so your shoulders hit the mirror over the sink, and you pull Jaemin over you.
He sinks inside you, the slight pressure of his cock against your entrance giving way easily as he fits so good inside you. Your moans escape the kiss, and Jaemin even makes a deep sound of pleasure feeling your pussy at last around him.
Not to compare him and Jeno (but you can’t really help it), but he fits inside you nearly the same. He’s a little smaller, but damn you don’t think it matters.
You feel dizzy with the pleasure as Jaemin starts fucking you on the sink, as he kisses you breathless, as he dedicates one hand to stimulating your clit. You feel like the world has been knocked sideways, or maybe your shoulders are actually just sliding down the mirror, your hips sliding off the edge of the sink. You’re too lost in finally getting Jaemin inside you that you lose your orientation of the world.
You think maybe he loses it a little bit too as he stumbles back, as he falls down onto the train’s toilet, dropping you down onto his cock. You move automatically, clutching his shoulders, rolling your hips and lifting yourself up only to drop back down again, riding Jaemin with everything you’ve got, desperate to cum again.
He looks up at you, his eyes blazing, his lips swollen from the kiss. His hands rest on your hips for a moment, helping you a little in getting into the rhythm, and then his hands drift higher, touching your tits for a moment before he instead buries his fingers in your hair and draws your mouth back against his.
You think maybe you love kissing Jaemin. Not that you don’t love kissing Jeno, because you absolutely do, but kissing Jaemin is just different and so good. It makes all of this hotter and more intense and passionate and more than just a quick fuck in the restroom of a moving train.
“Fuck,” Jaemin groans against your lips. “Fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum.”
“Okay.” You clench around him, pressing down until he’s deep inside you. “Cum for me, Jaemin. You can cum inside me.”
And he does barely a minute later. His hands tighten in your hair as he cums, twisting the hair almost painfully around his fingers as he presses your mouth against his. You moan opening your mouth for him, dipping your tongue into his mouth, and Jaemin tangles with you.
You keep riding him even after he cums, rolling down onto his cock, rocking in his lap. Jaemin drops one hand from your hair to your clit, and it’s only moments later that your second orgasm of this train ride arrives.
You push his hand away from between your legs, and Jaemin just brings it back to your hair. You’re happy to stay like this, sitting on his cock, kissing him as the train rumbles beneath you, as the world passes by outside. You know you should stop, should go back out there to Jeno. But moving off Jaemin’s cock sounds like too much right now.
Until your lust-riddled brain finally registers one of the last things Jeno had said.
Our girlfriend, he’d said. He’d told Jaemin to make it look like our girlfriend was sick.
Months and months of this thing with Jeno, this unlabeled relationship, and finally he’d put one on it but only in relation with Jaemin. And you were so good with that. He’d called you not only his girlfriend, but Jaemin’s too, and once again you feel that pure sense of rightness at it all.
“We should go back out there,” you reluctantly tell Jaemin a moment later.
“You go first,” Jaemin tells you, but neither one of you make a move to leave. His fingers are still tangled through your hair, and both of you are still pressing lazy kisses to the other’s lips. You stay like that for a few more moments until Jaemin’s mouth moves away from yours, leaving light kisses along the arch of your throat.
Pulling apart from him is not a great time. It’s been a while since you rode Jeno, so as you stand your thighs ache dully. You wipe yourself up with a wad of toilet paper and Jaemin’s amused gaze on you the whole time. He watches as you check yourself out in the mirror, straightening your dress, sighing at the state of your hair before finally just pulling it up in a messy ponytail, and you look back over at him.
“I’ll be back out there in a minute.”
Your legs feel a little wobbly as you make your way back along the aisle, but you hope that you’re successfully passing it off as just being the movement of the train.
When you reach your row at last, Jeno’s playing games on his phone, and he only looks up when you brush your fingertips along his cheek as you move around him to sink down into your seat.
Jeno chuckles, picking up your hand and pressing his lips to the back of it. “Good?”
You sigh. “Fuck, yes. I think I need a nap.” You close your eyes and drop your head to his shoulder. “I can’t wait til we get him in an actual bed.”
Jeno kisses the top of your head. “Me too. I’ve got some ideas.”
“Yeah?” You turn your head on his shoulder to bury your face against his shirt. “Some ideas of what you and Jaemin are going to do to your girlfriend?”
Jeno groans quietly. “I was almost hoping you didn’t catch that.”
“Almost?”
He laces his fingers perfectly through yours, twitching slightly when Jaemin walks back to his seat right across from you. “Only almost,” Jeno admits, “because I love you, jagi, and even though we never use that label of girlfriend or boyfriend, I want you to know that you are special to me. I want Jaeminnie to know that he’s special to us like that too.”
Jaemin smiles in his seat, turning his head to look out the window as if that’s going to keep either of you from noticing how happy he looks at being officially welcomed into this relationship.
Jaemin fits into the relationship easily. Really, when you think about it, he’s been almost as much a part of this relationship since the beginning as either you or Jeno. It’s just that now he’s fully in it, romantically, sexually, everything.
Now when you come over to the apartment after a long day, you might tumble into Jaemin’s arms on the sofa, bury your face against his shoulder while he hugs you tightly and tucks his face into your hair. Now, he might join you and Jeno in the mornings for a quick shower together, cupping your face in his hands as he leans in to kiss you while Jeno’s hands slip over your soapy body.
And it’s not just the way that Jaemin is with you. He and Jeno, who have always been attached at the hip have a new closeness too. When the three of you sleep in the same bed, Jeno and Jaemin tangle themselves together. When Jeno wakes you with a sleepy kiss, he shares one with Jaemin too. While you share small acts of intimacy with Jaemin, you start to notice Jeno sharing those with him too. Little taps against Jaemin’s arm when he wants to hold his hand. The way that he seems to always need to be in contact with Jaemin when they’re standing beside each other (to be fair, he does that with you too).
But despite his perfect fit into the relationship, you haven’t had sex all three of you together really.
You’ve had sex with them individually. You’ve done it again where one of them watches the other with you. But you haven’t had both of them together with you, both of them touching you and kissing you at the same time.
“I want it,” you whine to Jaemin as you sit in his lap in his bed. “Both of you.”
Jeno’s gone for the day, busy with a schedule, so you’d taken the opportunity to go out with Jaemin. But that had meant coming here first to meet him, and you had yet to make it out of his bedroom.
“Do you think you can handle us both, baby?” Jaemin looks at you coolly, not letting his face show if he’s affected at all by what you’re asking for, the way that you’re sitting in his lap in a scanty little outfit while you feel up his chest and roll your hips against his thigh.
“I know I can.” You’ve been thinking about it more and more, your mind creating elaborate fantasies of having hours and hours of fun with both of your boyfriends. Them taking turns and taking you together, taking a break from making you feel good to just have fun with each other before coming back to you. “I’ve talked to Jeno about it already. He’s been thinking about it too.”
Jaemin’s eyebrows twitch, his hands squeezing your hips slightly as you roll yourself down for some contact against his thigh.
“He told me all about what he wants the two of you to do to me,” you lower your voice, leaning in with your arms around Jaemin’s neck. “How he wants to see you both ruin me until I’m begging and crying, overstimulated from both of you making me cum. He told me that you might like it if I call you daddy.”
Jaemin scoffs, and the next thing you know, you’re on your back with him hovering above you, his hands twisted in the sheets on either side of your head. “Just so you know, baby, it’s Jeno with a daddy kink. Not me.” Jaemin lowers his body down against yours, and you can feel he’s half-hard against your thigh. “Maybe I should tie you up and leave you as a pretty present on Daddy’s bed, huh?”
A rush of arousal soaks your panties. His name is just a gasp off your lips, melting into a moan.
“Should we surprise him later?” Jaemin asks. “When he gets home from his schedule? Give him you all tied up like a pretty gift, ready to be shared between him and I?”
At that moment you want nothing more than for Jaemin to tear your clothes off, for him to get you ready for him and Jeno, for him to tie you up and make you beg for more. But you’re not alone in the apartment right now. Someone else is home because you’d heard him walking around after you came inside Jaemin’s room.
“Don’t tease me with what I can’t have right now.” You close your eyes, try to think of something that will calm the racing of your heart, but that’s hard to do when Jaemin is pressed up against you, when he’s slowly grinding down against your leg.
“You’re right,” Jaemin says. “We have plans today that don’t involve staying in bed.”
And just like that, he’s gone. Standing off the bed and moving around the room while you lie there motionless with your heart and mind racing.
Eventually you get up. Eventually, the two of you leave the apartment. You message Jeno to let him know that Jaemin’s a menace, and you only get an amused reply from him.
It’s hard to focus on your day with Jaemin when every moment of it, all you’re thinking of is still being in his bed, or maybe being in a big bubbly bathtub of a fancy hotel with him and Jeno. You think of kneeling on the dirty floor of a public restroom with both of your boyfriends standing in front of you and gagging you on their cocks.
Your mind is filled with filth all day, so by the time that you and Jaemin are heading home for the day, you’re clinging to his hand and wishing that his fingers were inside you.
“Maybe we should go to my place,” you suggest, “We can tell Jeno to meet us there.”
Jaemin once again gives you one of his cool, unreadable looks.
“Please,” you whine, stepping closer to him, tucking yourself right up against his side as you pull his hand to the front of your shorts. You don’t care that you’re in public, that there are still people around. None of them are looking probably, and even if they are, you doubt that they can actually see the way that you’re cupping his hand right against your pussy. “Jaemin, please.”
His throat bobs, and that’s the only sign he makes that you’re affecting him. “I’ll let Jeno know.” He steps away from you, and he holds tighter to your hand as you pass down the street, aiming for your place.
You’re not privy to the conversation that he and Jeno have. He messages Jeno with one hand while you walk, and any time that you try to sneak a peek, he tilts his phone away, and when you finally make a desperate noise and reach for his phone, Jaemin just slips it in his pocket.
“Relax, baby. He’ll come over as soon as his schedule ends.” Jaemin presses a kiss to the top of your head.
You’re glad that you’ve got an apartment all to yourself. The moment you’re inside, Jaemin presses you up against the door, his hands in your hair and on your face, he kisses you and you twist your hands in his shirt.
You want to get straight to it, to have Jaemin fuck you right here against your apartment’s door or maybe to stumble over to the sofa and have him fuck you there. But he pulls away before you can even attempt to drag his hands inside your clothes.
When you whine, Jaemin just coos at you, petting your hair, “Needy, baby girl. That hungry for Daddy’s cock?”
“Thought you didn’t have a Daddy kink?” You push at his shoulders.
Jaemin just grins and shrugs. “I might like it a bit. But more in the way of liking to see you being a sweet submissive baby for Jeno and I. You can call me Daddy if you want, my pretty baby.” He pets your hair again, and he starts to lean in to kiss you again, but you lay your hand on his chest.
“I have an idea. A surprise for you and Jeno. Do you want it?” You drum your fingers on Jaemin’s chest, and he smiles brighter before nodding eagerly. You push him away gently towards your sofa. “Okay, go sit.”
Jaemin watches you disappear towards your bedroom, and you hear him groan in disappointment when you close the door behind you so he can’t see. Jaemin doesn’t get to see as you strip naked, as you dig around to find the cute lingerie you’d recently purchased specifically for the intent of having your boyfriends seeing you in it.
A sexy black bra, matching crotchless panties, and a set of black fishnet thigh highs that have little bows at the top and a garter belt to match. You check yourself over in a mirror in your bedroom to make sure it looks as good as you feel (it does), and then you grab out a few more things, sitting them on your bedside table before you call for Jaemin.
Then you take a seat on your bed, arranging yourself into a pose that you hope looks sexy.
When Jaemin opens your door and peeks inside, his eyes go wide momentarily. “What is this?” He smiles around the words, pushing the door fully open and stepping inside.
“I know Jeno likes to see me like this, so I thought maybe dress up pretty and we play in front of a camera for Jeno? Send it to him so he can see what he’s missing out on until he can come join?” You feel an odd sense of nerves as Jaemin approaches the bed. “And besides,” you explain, “I have a feeling that I’ll require a bit of prep before whatever is going to commence later.”
At that, Jaemin’s gaze wanders over to the table beside your bed, the assortment of toys and lube and a few other things that you’ve got sitting there.
“Fuck, baby,” Jaemin moans, cupping your face again in his hands. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”
And you absolutely do. It’s not long before Jaemin’s reaching for one of the toys, a small vibrator that’s mostly just for use against your clit. He spreads your legs and holds the vibrator against your while you moan and squeal into his kiss. And when you’re close, he pulls away, sitting the vibrator back among your collection, reaching for something new.
Jaemin has an intense curiosity about your toys, edging you and testing each of them out--a basic dildo, a vibrator that sits deep inside you and stimulates your clit externally, a really thick dildo that you bought just out of curiosity but have only really used a couple times when you really were desperate to be filled. But it’s when Jaemin picks up a shiny jewel-ended plug that his eyes really light up.
He looks between it and you, swallowing down his words as he keeps glancing at your ass, as if he’s imagining the sight of the jeweled end of the plug nestled between your cheeks.
You flip over onto your belly with a whine, baring your ass to him.
“Baby?” Jaemin says the word like it’s a question, his hand coming down onto your ass gently. “You want me to open up your ass? Get you nice and stretched so you can take Jeno and I at the same time, feel us deep inside you. Bet you’ll look so pretty between us.”
You’d never really done anal with Jeno before. You had with a guy or two in your past, but Jeno had never expressed that particular interest, so you didn’t want to push. But judging by the look on Jaemin’s face right then, you think you’ve certainly found someone who will adore fucking your ass, opening you up on his fingers nice and slow.
“Yeah, Jaemin, please.”
His fingers slide between your cheeks, spreading them so he can get a look at your asshole. He just brushes a dry fingertip over it, which even that has you making an uncontrollable sound of need.
And then Jaemin spits. His warm, wet saliva drips down over your asshole, down to your pussy. You bury your face in your arms, muffling a “please” that you can’t hold in.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Jaemin pats your ass cheek. “Gonna use lots of lube, open you up until you could even take that big toy that stretches your pussy so wide.”
Yeah, you’ve never taken that one up your ass before, and just the idea of it makes your stomach do flips. You’re sure you’d actually be able to feel it in your belly, rearranging your guts if you let him fuck you with it.
“Just relax.” Jaemin soothingly rubs your ass and your thighs as he leans over you, reaching again for the bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube, and sinking back down into his spot. “Daddy’s gonna make you feel good.”
You turn your head to the side, looking at him and catching his eye, his quick smile. “Daddy,” you repeat teasingly. “I could probably take it easier if you let me cum.”
Jaemin makes an expression like he’s not quite sure he believes you about that. “We’ll see, but you were pretty bad while we were out today, honey. I’m not so sure you deserve the reward of getting to cum. You were so handsy, and we were in public; I think maybe you need a little punishment.”
Jaemin starts out slowly, generous with the lube, stroking his clean hand over your thighs and your back as he circles his finger there against your entrance. He murmurs in your ear soothingly when he finally presses a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle. He takes it slow, checking with you that you’re good as he starts working that finger in and out of you.
He’s good at this, and you wonder where he got the experience with anal, if he’s hooked up with many other girls who also liked anal. Guys?
Before you can find the breath to ask him, Jaemin pulls his hand away from you. “Lift up on your knees, baby,” he tells you, tapping on your thigh. “I’m gonna be a little bit nice and give your pussy some attention too.”
You lift your ass and spread your knees a little as Jaemin positions himself behind you, one dry hand and one sticky caress your ass. The hand sticky with lube returns to getting two fingers inside your ass, the other hand just tucks into the band of your thigh high or plucks at the suspenders connecting the garter to the belt around your waist. And then you feel his warm tongue on your clit.
Any thought of questioning him about his experience with anal flies out of your mind as he starts fingering your ass and sucking and licking at your clit.
You do relax, finding it easier and easier to take his fingers the closer you draw to an orgasm, your moans and cries of his name picking up in frequency until you bite down on your arm to keep quiet.
Jaemin’s got several fingers inside you, smoothly gliding with the liberal amount of lube he’d used, and you think you could probably definitely cum from this, probably any moment now.
And then he pulls away.
“I hate you!” You cry when Jaemin withdraws all contact with your body.
“Shh,” he shushes you, chuckling a little as he brings his fingers back up to plunge into you a few more times. And then you feel the dull press of the plug instead, the way that it stretches your rim before fitting snuggly into place, leaving you feeling perfectly filled.
You sink back down to lie on your belly, feeling the plug shifting slightly inside you. You hum pleasantly, but still want to cry out, want to grind your clit against the comforter bunching up beneath your body.
“Perfect, baby,” Jaemin tells you, and he moves up off the bed. “This is exactly what we should send to Jeno to show him why he needs to hurry over. I’m going to take a video of you, okay?”
“Okay,” you agree, and you lift yourself up a little, posing for the video so Jeno will be able to see the highlights of your ass and the pretty plug and your thigh highs, and you very wet pussy.
Jaemin tosses his phone to the side after he sends the video, and then he’s rolling you over onto your back beneath him, and you drag his mouth into a kiss. You attempt to roll your hips against his thigh as it slips between both of yours, but Jaemin doesn’t allow it. His hands press against your hips, pinning them down against the bed.
“What did I tell you? Punishment, honey. No cumming yet.”
It’s cruel, and you tell him that, but that only amuses Jaemin, so he keeps doing it. Keeps kissing you, letting you get a few grinds in against his thigh before he pins your hips down against the bed, lets you cool off for a few minutes while he starts touching himself.
And watching Jaemin jerk himself off does nothing to help your perpetual state of arousal and the craving to achieve your orgasm.
So you resort to begging, constantly pleading with him to let you cum, that it’ll be so much better later with both of them if you’ve already cum once or twice. But the constant stream of begging is enough for Jaemin to get fed up, and you’re more than happy to shut up when he at last straddles your chest and tells you that he wants you to suck him off.
It works for a bit, sucking your boyfriend’s cock is a good distraction for the constant reminder of your own horniness, but after a handful of minutes, you remember the hot throbbing need between your thighs, the full feeling in your ass contrasting the emptiness in your pussy. And Jaemin’s obviously preoccupied by your mouth around his cock, so he doesn’t notice when you slide a hand down between your legs, stroking your fingers first over your clit and soon plunging them inside your hungry pussy.
You’re not sure what alerts him to the way that you’re pleasuring yourself, but he does notice.
“Alright, now I really have to give you a punishment. Blatantly disregarding my instruction that you’re not to cum?” Jaemin grabs your hand and lifts it up above your head, then he grabs your other hand. “I was joking earlier about tying you up, but I guess now I just might have to.”
You do have a few ropes within your collection, and Jaemin reaches for them now.
Now these you have used with Jeno before. He was interested in shibari, tying you up in tight positions in a pretty way, and he was good at it. But you hadn’t used your ropes like this before.
Jaemin ties one wrist to the other tight enough that you can’t slip out of them, but not so tight that they’d be totally uncomfortable. He checks with you before he drags the other end of the tope through a space in the headboard of your bed, drawing the rope taut so your hands are bound above your head.
“Good?” He asks as he returns to a spot between your legs. His hands skim back and forth over the fishnets. “Not too tight?”
“No.” You shake your head. “I’m sorry. Can you go back to fucking my mouth?”
Now Jaemin shakes his head no, denying you even this. And then his fingers slide up over the material of the crotchless panties and your belly flips in anticipation of him touching you in the way he’d just punished you for. But instead Jaemin reaches for the panties, unfastening the suspenders from the garters so he can slide the panties down your legs unhindered.
He lays the panties beside you on the bed, and then his hands are back on your legs, tightening around your ankles as he moves off the bed, and he spreads your legs apart. You immediately understand what he means to do, so you leave your legs spread towards the bottom corners of your bed even when Jaemin moves away, returning to your collection of items to uncover the other bundles of rope you own.
This time Jaemin ties your ankles to the opposite ends of the footboard of your bed, leaving you spread open, pussy exposed, the pretty plug fully visible nestled between your cheeks.
You watch as he starts stroking his cock again, and you try to shift, to roll your hips in search of friction, but you can’t hardly do that. You whine and drop your head to the bed. You feel Jaemin shift closer, and the next time you look down your body at him, he’s kneeling right between your spread legs, jerking himself off as he looks down at your pussy.
It’s not fair, you think, that he gets to jerk off and cum when he’s been teasing you for so long.
“So you like using me?” You ask. “Just something pretty for you to cum on?”
Jaemin smirks before he tips his head back to moan. “Baby, if that’s all you were to me, I wouldn’t have followed you and Jeno around like a lovesick puppy for so long. Ah, fuck, I am gonna cum on you though, leave you a pretty painted mess for Jeno to enjoy when he gets here.”
A little moan escapes you. You like the idea of that: being covered in Jaemin’s cum, having Jeno add to the mess.
But Jaemin doesn’t just only jerk himself off, he starts to tease you again, dipping his hips down so he’s still jerking off but he’s also humping his fist, driving his erection right over your sensitive clit. Before long you’re moaning and whining, begging and crying for him to let you cum.
Your thighs are twitching, eyes tearing up, and your mouth is hanging open with pleas freefalling from your lips. You’ve already seen him shut you up once this afternoon due to you begging, so it shouldn’t really be a surprise when Jaemin grabs your panties, balls them up, and then stuffs them between your lips.
He’s just about to start being a fucking tease again when you hear the sound of his phone buzzing on the other side of the bed. He ignores it, immediately getting back to jerking off, but you twist your head to the side out of curiosity, and you see Jeno’s face on the screen before it goes dark. A few seconds later, the phone starts ringing again, vibrating on the bed.
Jaemin leans over you to get it, and you watch as he puts it on speaker.
“Yah, what the hell? Without me?” Jeno complains.
“Yeah, it’s not our fault that you were busy today. We’re having fun. Isn’t that right, baby?” Jaemin asks, and he glides his cock right over your clit, inciting a muffled moan from you. “Well, she can’t really talk right now, but we’re having fun.”
Jeno’s voice is slightly strained when he asks, “What’s happening?”
“You want me to describe it to you?” Jaemin asks. Jeno makes a sound that says that he absolutely wants to hear it all, so Jaemin laughs and says, “Well, She’s all tied up like a pretty present, just waiting for you to come enjoy. She’s so wet, Jeno-ya, and she wouldn’t stop begging for me to fuck her so I had to gag her. I told her that she doesn’t get to cum, that she’s being punished.”
You hear Jeno curse under his breath. “I wanna see.”
“Then hurry up. She’s ready for us to share her, isn’t that right, honey? You want both of us at the same time?” Jaemin asks, putting on a babying tone. You can only moan in response, attempting to rock your hips up to get his cock to give you more of what you crave. “Did you hear her, Jeno?”
“Yeah, I hear. I’ll be there soon. Jagi, this is why I need a key to your place. I swear to God, Na Jaemin, if you leave me waiting outside the door just so you can finish, I’ll--”
You don’t find out what threat Jeno was about to make because Jaemin ends the call right then.
“If he’s going to be here soon, I should probably hurry then, make you look even prettier for him, right?”
You nod, watching as Jaemin starts just using his hand, fucking into it like he wishes he was inside you. He doesn’t last too much longer, cumming between his fingers. A string of cum stretches over the length of your belly, ending just an inch shy of the bottom of your bra. The rest of it drips across your belly, pooling around your navel.
Jaemin snags the edge of the panties from your mouth, dragging them out so you can properly breathe. “Good?”
“Yes,” you reply. “You know, Jeno doesn’t usually edge me this long. He’s probably going to let me cum as soon as he gets here.”
Jaemin smiles, reaching out to brush his fingers along your lips. “Maybe I won’t let him. I’ll tell him my whole secret plan. Maybe I’ll make him watch me fuck you like he did when we were in Jeju. But in the meantime, I wanna hear you beg a little more, baby. Think you can handle it?”
You narrow your eyes at him. Your body is aching with the need to cum already, but you can take a bit more, so you agree.
Jaemin reaches back over for the small vibrator, and that’s what he uses on you, turning it higher and then lower and then higher and pulling it away, doing it over and over again until you’re getting too noisy and he stuffs the panties back in your mouth.
When you finally hear the distant sound of Jeno knocking on your apartment door, Jaemin drops the vibrator, and you think maybe he actually is going to immediately let Jeno in to never learn what your other boyfriend was going to threaten him with. But Jaemin returns to your collection, and a moment later he’s leaning over you, brandishing a blindfold.
“This’ll be fun, baby, okay?” His voice is reassuring, and you nod because you trust him. You trust both Jeno and Jaemin, you love them both, so even though you’re about to bound up, gagged, and blindfolded with the two of them, you know that it’ll be good and fun.
You lift your head and let Jaemin cover your eyes with the blindfold, which is basically just a sleep mask that you repurposed one time. After Jaemin’s satisfied, he presses a kiss to your cheek and says, “I’ll be right back with our boyfriend.”
You wish you could see Jeno’s face when Jaemin is the one to open the door of your apartment for him. You wish that you could actually hear their conversation, but your heart is pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowns out any hope of hearing their words. All you hear is the sound of their voices, their footsteps approaching, and finally Jeno’s sharp inhale when he sees you like this.
You whine, making an attempt to buck your hips or squirm, to get him to come closer and touch you the way that you deserve.
“Look at how wet she is,” Jeno’s tone is one of awe. You hear him coming over the bed, feel the shift of weight as he leans on the bed between your spread legs. “How long have you been teasing her, Jaemin?”
“Well, she’s been wet all day, Jeno.” A hand comes down on your thigh, and you moan around the balled up panties. “When she came over earlier before we went out, she started humping me in my bed. Couldn’t keep her hands to herself while we were in public either, she was all but begging for me to fingerfuck her right on the sidewalk in the middle of a crowd of people.”
Jaemin tuts, and you hear Jeno chuckle.
“And, well, you’ve seen a little bit of what’s been happening. I had to finger her open for us. I wanted to test out her range of toys.” Jaemin’s fingers lightly stroke your thigh as he speaks. “It’s been at least, what, two hours since we started this? She’s desperate to cum, Jeno, I’ve been edging her for most of that.”
At the reminder of how much your body craves climax, you whine again, thighs shaking as you ache to press your legs together, your hips rocking up off the bed.
“But she shouldn’t be allowed to cum, right?” Jaemin asks, and his fingernails scrape along your inner thigh. You feel like you’re on fire. “Not until we’ve both had our fun.”
Jeno snorts. “Looks like you’ve already had yours.” His fingers slide over your belly, touching Jaemin’s drying cum. “Did you fuck her?”
“Jerked off, though she spent the whole time begging for me to fuck her.” Jaemin sounds so proud of himself, and you just know that he’s got a smug look on his face. “Fucked her mouth earlier.”
Fingers brush your pussy, and you whine, hips jerking. Jeno makes a soft, breathy laugh. “How’d you resist her? I’ve been here two minutes and I’m about to give in. You want to cum so badly right now, jagi, don’t you?”
You moan and nod, your body arching with pleasure when a pair of fingers sink into your pussy. Jeno’s touch is so familiar, you have no issue with recognizing his fingers inside you.
“Jaeminnie says that he’s got a plan, though,” Jeno explains, dragging his fingers back out of you, spreading your wetness around before trailing his fingers lower to trace around the plug. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you wanted to try anal, sweetheart? I bet you look so pretty getting your ass pounded.”
“I know she is. Even just fucking her with my fingers, she looked so beautiful, Jeno. Imagine how she’ll look between us, stuffed with both of us.” Jaemin’s hand slides down the length of your body, and you feel him reaching your belly, and then his hand lifts, and a second later it comes down on your clit. “Gonna be a good girl for your Daddies?”
You moan through the panty gag, nodding your head excitedly. You want to be good for them. You want them to give you everything, to finally let you cum, to fill you up with their cocks until you feel like you’ll burst.
“Okay, baby, here. Take this.” Jaemin presses something into your bound hands, and you can’t tell what it is until he says, “It’s a vibrator. If what we’re doing gets to be too much and you want us to stop, you can press the button here,” he guides your thumb to the little switch, “and it’s that one you’ve got that moves a lot, so we’ll see it and stop what we’re doing. Okay?”
You nod.
“Daddy?” You hear Jeno ask quietly.
“Yes?” Jaemin responds. “I’ve been using this on her, Jeno.” You wish you could see, but you also kind of like that you can’t. You can only hear that they’ve grabbed something, that he’s handed it to Jeno.
As soon as you hear the pitch of the buzzing, you recognize it as the little clitoral vibrator that Jaemin’s favoring today.
Jeno’s used it on you before. He’s used several items in your collection with you before, but you’ve never been this sensitive before. It feels like the slightest thing could set you off into a world-ending orgasm. But you know that’s actually not the case.
Jeno knows your body even better than Jaemin, so if they’ve both decided to withhold your orgasms, Jeno’s going to be even better at it than Jaemin.
And as he starts to use the small vibrator on you, you realize just how true that is. He uses it at the exact angle that always feels best angle your clit, moving it in the way that he knows you do when you get yourself off. And right as you start to feel the sweetness of your climax right there on the horizon, he pulls back.
This is worse than Jaemin’s edging. Jaemin had let you get into the middle of that sweet zone before your orgasm. But Jaemin’s only giving you the barest taste before stealing it away, and that’s almost more cruel. He has you in tears within minutes, moaning garbled words into your panty gag, your body twitching, tears soaking the blindfold.
You can hear the two of them talking to each other, but once again you can’t make out anything they’re actually saying over the sound of your own edged distress.
When Jeno moves back, like you feel him and Jaemin both shifting around the bed, it all stops for a minute. You can hear them moving around, and you whine and moan through your gag, but after another moment you feel them moving back onto the bed, one between your legs, one higher up the bed nearer towards your head.
They don’t speak. You just hear a different vibrator buzzing, and the second this one touches your clit, your entire body jolts. The vibration stops. You feel the rubbery tip of the toy slipping down along your pussy, back up towards your clit, a brief little buzz that makes you cry out, and then it’s sinking down lower and at last you feel it press inside you, sliding deep and then the switch is flipped and it bursts into vibration again.
There’s no way that they can edge you this time. You slide towards orgasm with no safety to hold you back, and at last you tip over into the sweet bliss of it.
You feel all the tension in your body release at last, your chest arching off the bed, thighs shaking and giving tiny little twitches, and you’re moaning and crying at how good it feels to finally be given this after so long. It just keeps going too, with the vibrator deep inside you, filling you up so well alongside the plug still stretching your ass.
By the time it ends, you should probably feel a little tired, but instead you’re invigorated, hungry for more.
The panties in your mouth are soaked with your drool, and finally whichever one of them is near your head tugs the gag out of your mouth. You draw in a clear breath, making one faint moan before you feel him prod his cock against your bottom lip.
You open your mouth wider, and he sinks in.
You gag around his cock, but you do your best to breath through your nose and relax your jaw as he starts moving, thrusting down your throat smoothly. And you know it’s probably Jeno. He likes face-fucking you from time to time, and you’re familiar with how deep his cock hits.
Jaemin between your legs is still slowly moving the vibrator inside you, though he’s turned the vibrations down to the lowest setting, but even then you feel like you just might cum again at any second.
You get confirmation that it’s Jeno fucking your mouth when he moans, his hands in your hair tugging, bouncing your throat on his cock. You moan as Jaemin hits the vibrator somewhere inside you that stimulates the plug, giving you double the vibrating pleasure for a moment.
“Ah, I’m gonna cum,” he moans, pulling you down as far as he can on his cock. “Should I cum in your mouth or on your face, sweetheart? Paint you like Jaeminnie did?”
You moan, your throat convulsing around him as you feel the sudden urge to breathe, and Jeno takes that as answer enough.
He pulls out of your mouth quickly, his fingers bumping against your lips as he fists his cock in his hurrry to cum.
With a deep moan, Jeno cums over your face. You hurry to catch it on your tongue, licking around your lips, wishing your tongue was long enough to be able to reach it all.
“Here, baby,” Jaemin says, and then you feel his helpful fingers dragging across your face, gathering cum on his fingers, and he presses them into your mouth. You suck hungrily on his fingers, cleaning them thoroughly, and the moment after his fingers leave your mouth, Jaemin’s diving in to kiss you.
You assume it’s Jaemin, but it could also be Jeno whose hands you feel in your hair and on your face, pushing the blindfold up, tugging it off your face and throwing it aside. By the time you open your eyes, there’s no telling which one of them it was because they’re both right there in front of you. Jeno moves in to kiss you before Jaemin’s even fully gone.
It’s definitely Jaemin though who reaches up to untie your hands. Your fingers are cramped from holding onto that vibrator for so long without needing it, so you drop it. Your wrists and arms ache slightly when you move them to wrap around Jeno’s shoulders. A second later, the ties on your ankles are released too.
You feel gentle hands on your body, two sets of them as your boyfriends move you around. Jeno lies down on his back, holding you on his lap, and Jaemin presses up behind you, his fingers touching the plug in your ass.
“Want us both to fuck you, baby?”
“Thought you weren’t going to let me cum?” You ask instead of answering his question. “Why did you?”
“You’re too pretty.” Jeno touches your cheek lightly, and you look down into his eyes, his sweet face, at his kissed lips. “He decided you’d been punished enough.”
“And you’re letting us both fuck you at the same time, so you deserve a reward for that,” Jaemin says, sliding his palm flat up your back. “Do you want it now?”
You nod, sinking down to sit completely on Jeno’s thighs, straightening up so you’re looking down at Jeno’s whole chest while Jaemin’s chest presses against your back. “I’m fine with now. Are you two?”
Jaemin, in answer, presses his erection against your ass cheek. “Just so you know, watching you cum like that, followed by Jeno cumming across your face and you sucking my fingers like you were blowing my cock, yeah, it was probably one of the hottest things ever. So of course I’m ready.”
Jeno lifts a hand to your chest, palming one of your tits. “You know if you sit on my cock, I’ll be fully hard in like two minutes at the most. But Jaeminnie wants your ass, pretty girl. So why don’t you sit on my cock, and he can do his part.”
Jeno’s still half-hard when you lift yourself up and then guide him inside you. Your thighs tremble a little as you sink down his length, but his hands as well as Jaemin’s settle on your hips. You bite your lip and close your eyes to savor the feeling. Jeno’s been busy lately, so you’ve been turning to Jaemin a lot for your pleasure, and it’s been a little while since you had Jeno inside you for more than just a quickie.
“You want to lean forward a little?” Jaemin says softly from behind you, his hand pressing slightly between your shoulders. You do lean over Jeno, and you feel Jaemin’s hand slide back down your spine and over your tailbone and then there’s a tug in your belly as he starts to move the plug, thrusting it in and out of you a few times before he starts to bring it out.
You moan and drop your head to Jeno’s shoulder. He lifts his arms around you, rubbing your back, and Jaemin’s got one hand on your tailbone moving soothingly while the other works.
You cry out a little when the plug slips out, when you feel your empty entrance clenching around nothing.
“So cute,” Jaemin croons, and you feel one of his fingers slip inside you. He moves it around, slipping another one in, making sure that you’re stretched enough for him. “Jeno, can you reach the lube?”
Jeno grabs the bottle from earlier, passing it behind you to Jaemin, and you feel him once again use a generous amount of lube, spreading it all around you hole, fingering it into you, slicking his cock with it. Your body is certainly reacting to knowing that you’re about to get your ass fucked, that you’re about to be double-stuffed.
“Hey,” Jeno speaks softly, turned his head to the side to brush his lips against your ear. “Are you okay? Still good? We can stop?”
Does he feel your heart pounding against his chest? Are you clenching around him? Does he not actually want this? No, you know that last one isn’t true. Jeno’s back to full hardness inside you at this point.
“I want you both. I’m just nervous. I’ve never been double penetrated.” You press a soft kiss to his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”
“Just breathe, baby,” Jaemin tells you, and then he’s pulling his fingers out of you, lining his cock up. “Just breathe, and tell me if you want me to stop. Okay?”
You nod, but you can’t find it in you to speak at that moment. Jeno slides a hand from your back to find your hand and lace your fingers together. He squeezes.
Jaemin moves slowly. He took care with you earlier when he fingered you open, so you’re not sure why it surprises you that he’s so careful now. He moves slowly, small rocks of his hips forward, and you do feel yourself relaxing as you take deep steadying breaths.
You feel so full even when he’s only a little bit in. Jeno’s a pretty thick guy, and Jaemin’s not too small either, so you just need to breathe, need Jaemin to go slow so you have time to adjust.
When Jaemin bottoms out, you hold your breath, tucking your face against Jeno’s chest. You let the breath out. You’ve never felt this full before. They give you a few moments, and then Jaemin gives an experimental thrust.
You whimper, and he freezes, but you shake your head. “Do it again.”
So he does.
You’ve had anal before so the different kind of pleasure that comes with having sex like that isn’t new to you. But the surprise when Jeno starts moving as well, now that makes your eyes roll. The stretched feeling, the never-ending pleasure, the sweet burn and pull and just completeness of it all is overwhelmingly good.
The three of you find a rhythm that works. As you grow more relaxed and more comfortable with it, you push up from Jeno’s chest, and that shift in angles opens up a whole new side to this. Jeno’s hands rove from your hips to your thighs and back again, massaging your hips to pull you down on his cock, and then sliding around to brush his fingers in dizzying circles against your clit. Jaemin’s arms slide around your front, bringing you against your chest, his hands on your tits, his mouth against your neck.
You knew that you would love being caught between them both, but the fantasy of it is nothing compared to the reality which soon has you swirling down into a space where you can’t even think anymore. All you know is the feeling of the two of them inside you, their hands on your body, their mouths on your throat and your cheeks. Jeno sat up at some point and brought your mouth to his, laughing as he kisses you, murmuring, “You’re so loud, sweetheart.”
And you’re not even aware of moaning, but surely it’s a constant stream of moans and their names and swearing, crying that you’re going to cum, and then doing it. You feel yourself shaking between your boyfriends bodies.
Jaemin cums moments later, biting down on your shoulder as his hips crash forward again and again, driving you into a fresh orgasm, and he pulls out quickly, cumming across your lower back.
You turn your head away from Jeno’s mouth, and he takes no offense, mouthing his way down your throat to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Jaemin lets you tangle your hands in his hair, pulling his mouth to yours as he curls around you to kiss you,
Jaemin’s hands settling down on your hips, helping you to ride Jeno, to get your other boyfriend to cum.
Jeno presses his hands to your tits, squishing them together as he cums, his face buried against the softness of your chest as he moans and spills deep inside you.
None of you move for a few moments.
Jeno’s breaths come hot and heavy against your chest. You and Jaemin keep kissing, and you can’t think of anything past this--this moment right here, totally entangled with your two boyfriends, who you love so deeply.
But eventually Jeno lifts his head. Eventually Jaemin helps you off Jeno’s lap, and he lies down with you, curling around you, brushing your hair out of your face, kissing your cheeks and talking to you softly, telling you how good you did for him and Jeno today. Jeno lies down in front of you, looking you in the eye, holding one of your hands in his up against his lips.
You just feel so loved and safe there between the two of them.
It’s some time later, you’re not exactly sure how much later, but you wake in your bed. The sheets are absolutely wrecked. Your body is sore but you don’t feel all sticky and gross, so one of them must have cleaned you up after you dropped off. Jeno’s asleep in front of you, and on his other side is Jaemin also sleeping, his arm slung across Jeno’s hips.
The two of them have always been attached at the hip, you realize, like a package deal. And you hope they stay like that forever, although there had been a time, back before any of this really began, that you had wished that they could just stay apart for long enough that you could be alone with Jeno. Now you wish for the opposite.
You once learned that Jeno without Jaemin meant that you got fucked quite well, and now you know that having the two of them together makes it even better.
The End.
a/n: oh. my. god. this really was a long one, like in terms of length and also the amount of time that it’s taken me to write it lol, and it didn’t help that halfway through I decided to erase a good portion of what I’d written and completely rework it. But I hope the wait has been worth it and you’ve loved it!
This was based off a message I received during the member days I did from late-March to mid-April, and it’s now mid-May and I’ve finally finished it (oops). All I know is that the music video Just So You Know by Jesse McCartney was a huge influence on part of this plot, and I’m really glad I didn’t try to rush writing this to fit it in before the end of Jaemin day
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Selinho Na Boca — N.JM + You + L.JN
wc: +18 | spit kink (?) | nomin canalha | exibicionismo (?) | sim eu tava ouvindo latino e perlla | university!au | strength!kink | jaemin sadista (de leves) | humilhação | degradação | leitora também não vale nada | linguagem suja | basicamente é isto, mas pode haver mais coisinhas |
gênero: smut
n/a: oi de novo!! tão cedo, WHAT duas postagens no mesmo dia... rs, eu tive esse plot num lapso enquanto ouvia latino kqjddjwwjs e saiu isso, espero que gostem porque eu quase gozei escrevendo (não contêm ironia). perdão aos possíveis erros e boa leitura. nomin on 🔝.
🚨 NÃO DEIXEM DE LER OS AVISOS, EVITEM DESCONFORTO!
Hoje eles estavam mais estranhos do que nunca.
Jeno e Jaemin, seus melhores amigos, tinham uma energia completamente incógnita nessa noite de sexta-feira. Não era segredo as coisas que faziam nessa amizade, que para os olhos alheios era sim muito estranha e mal-vista, mas você não estava nem aí pra ser sincera.
A sala da fraternidade estava uma bagunça de papeis, macbooks etc e tal, porque estavam trabalhando em um projeto da faculdade, uma pesquisa de prazo até segunda-feira e pra ser sincera parecia que só você estava envolvida nisso. Jeno tinha uma caneta há séculos entre os dedos, mais brincando com o objeto do que escrevendo alguma ideia que fosse, já Jaemin tinha o celular em mãos tirando descaradamente fotos suas e fazendo vídeos e mais vídeos.
Ele era assim mesmo, o tempo todo, mas mal sabia você dos zooms de Na Jaemin em seu corpo essa noite, e todos esses takes eram compartilhados com Jeno via airdrop. Porra, você estava excepcionalmente linda essa noite na visão dos garotos.
— Meninos, concentrem, poxa...Temos que entregar isso segunda-feira. Jaem, para de me filmar, idiota... — Revirou os olhos e tentou empurrar o celular da mão do mesmo, e não obeteve nenhum resultado, ouvindo a risada do Na reverberando e secretamente ele mordera os lábios; focando o zoom nos seus naquele vídeo.
Jeno observava tudo de camarote, meio jogado contra a poltrona, batendo a caneta no tapete, sorrindo para o Na.
— Solta beijinho, solta... — Jaemin provocou, tocando seu queixo e sentindo um leve tapa seu desferido contra a pele. Riu-se com rouquidão enquanto filmava então o sentiu agarrar sua bochecha e puta merda, você estava linda daquele jeito.
Eles gostavam desses joguinhos, você também não era boba. Deu língua, birrenta, e sorriu enraivecida para a camera, sentindo as bochechinhas prensadas na mão do garoto. Jeno chegou mais pertinho, contra suas costas, te fazendo arrepiar pela quentura tão repentina; sabia o que significava aquilo, aquela manha, aquelas provocações beirando a humilhação. Conhecia aqueles dois como a palma da sua mão. As mãos grandes de Jeno foram para sua cintura, beijando seu ombro ele pousou o rosto naquela curva, olhando para Jaemin quem filmava tudo.
— N-neno...Porra, Jaemin, desliga a droga dessa câmera! — Eles sempre eram um pouco demais para você, mas havia uma coisa que fazia que os deixavam em sua mão; beijos.
— Então solta um beijinho pra mim, vai. — Ele sorria cretino, descarado e desinibido e Jeno depositou um beijinho melado em sua bochecha, te prendendo ali. Sorriu e revirou os olhinhos, encostando no peito forte do Lee e Jaemin se deliciou com isso, chegando a morder os lábios.
Vocês cultivavam uma coisa, uma coisa somente entre vocês.
— Tá sorrindo como um babaca, Jaem...Te hipnotizei, foi? Cês' dois são uns tarados...Eu só queria fazer o trabalho. — Comentou com a língua entredentes, entrando naquele joguinho os ouvindo rir. Tudo sendo gravado.
— Queria nada, aposto que tá com a calcinha toda melada só com o Neno atrás de você, safada. — Jaemin então simulou dois fracos tapinhas em sua bochecha, rindo outra vez quando você tentou mordê-lo, mas sem sucesso. Tão arisca. Através da camera foi a vez de Jeno agarrar suas bochechas, te fazendo mirar profundamente a lente do Iphone de Jaemin bem na sua cara, agora com o flash ligado. — Isso, doma essa cadela, Jeno...Acha que pode fazer o que quer com a gente e sair ilesa, princesa? Não é bem assim.
E estava mesmo, estava totalmente tremula e molhada, a buceta pulsando. No final de tudo você quem estava nas mãos daqueles dois babacas que chamava de amigos.
— Me s-solta... — Tentou mexer o rostinho sob o toque rude de Jeno, ouvindo as risadas e também gargalhando meio embebida pelo tesão. Gostava de atenção, gostava de provocar e gostava daquele flash do celular de Jaemin bem na sua cara enquanto estava devota sob seus braços fortes.
— Quietinha... — Jeno sussurrou e olhou para Jaemin, esse que estava basicamente passando mal enquanto focava no lapso de sua calcinha branquinha sob a saia curtinha, filmando praticamente em 4K sua pequena mancha. Era tão linda. O garoto apertou o próprio pau dentro das calças e antes que fizesse algo antes da hora voltou a filmar seu rostinho rosado.
Você sabia bem o que ele estava fazendo e foi por isso que se remexeu toda nos toques de Jeno, absurdamente engatilhada pelo exibicionismo você fez questão de mostrar sua calcinha toda pra ele. Pra eles.
— Gosta quando a gente te pega assim, não é? Se faz de difícil, pensa que pode fazer o que quer e quando a gente te pega assim você praticamente molha as calças. — Jeno prosseguiu com sua língua podre e afiada, apertando forte seus antebraços e deixando marcas ali pra te manter quieta e sentada naquele tapete felpudo.
— G-gosto...Hmm...Eu gosto tanto, Neno... — Dengosa assumiu, tão cretina quanto eles, rebolando contra o nada vendo o volume de Jaemin em sua frente, olhando no fundo daqueles olhos bonitos e predadores.
— Gosta. Eu sei que gosta, sua cachorra. — Rosnou contra seu ouvidinho e te assistiu arrepiar, completamente mole, mas nunca deixando de ser atrevida. Mordeu a língua e sorriu, mas o coração palpitou quando Jaemin proferiu as seguintes palavras;
— Vai, da aquele selinho no Neno...Aquele selinho que cê' dá se fazendo de puta virgem. Anda...
Gelou mas manteve o sorriso de cadela intacto, olhando para Jaemin através daquele flash.
— Jaemin, a fraternidade tá' aberta... — Tentou falar, se safar, provocar ainda mais, avisando sobre estarem na sala da fraternidade e a qualquer momento qualquer membro poderia entrar ali e ver aquela sacanagem, mas no fundo estava quase gozando com essa possibilidade.
Jeno riu nasalmente em sua bochecha, roçando aquele nariz naquela area, soltando seu rostinho pra te deixar fazer aquela humilhação por si só.
— Ouviu? Ela tá com medo de ser pega quase trepando com os dois amiguinhos dela. Hm. Que dó. — Jeno era um debochado filho da puta, e cada palavra daquela atingiu em seu ventre, a mancha em sua calcinha aumentando. Sua respiração engatando e desandando.
— Nana... — Pediu, fez beicinho, mas pediu piedade a pessoa errada.
— Dá a porra do selinho, _____. — E somente aquelas palavras, proferidas na voz rouquinha do mais velho te fizera grunhir e virar o rostinho em direção ao de Jeno.
Arrumou a cabeça no sentido certinho e deixou um beijinho, um selar, demorado contra os lábios finos e rosados do Lee, ouvindo as risadas de fundo sentiu as bochechas queimarem de timidez e tesão misturados.
Um mix de sensações deliciosas, afinal.
— Olha isso, Jeno...se fazendo de tímida. Para com isso, bebê...Não combina nem um pouco contigo. — Jaemin falou em um suspiro e te deixou outra vez rente ao chão. O olhou com as pupilas explodindo, aquela luz cegando sua visão, os olhos aguados pela sensibilidade e a respiração falha. — Agora da outro, Jeno ainda não tá' satisfeito.
Antes que pudesse raciocinar o próprio Lee virou seu rosto, pegando você pela nuca, jeitoso e dominante, arrepiando cada pelinho de seu corpo e grunhiu quando teve a boquinha selada outra vez.
Selinhos e mais selinhos, era um jogo de intimidades, mas dessa vez eles quem estavam brincando e com toda certeza estavam ganhando. Cansados de todas vezes que provocou como uma cadela, com selinhos de falsa ingenuidade em festas, no campo de futebol e até dentro dos banheiros do ginásio. Fazia porque podia e porque gostava de ver a cara de idiota que eles ficavam, sem teoricamente poderem fazer nada sobre.
Agora estava aqui, reduzida a nada entre os dois na sala da fraternidade, com a buceta pulsando e completamente ofegante porque simplesmente o jogo havia virado e eles eram covardes; dois contra uma pobre mocinha.
Sentiu a saliva de Jeno maneirada naquele selar e quase perdeu o fôlego quando ele desfez o contato. Queria mais, mas jamais iria demonstrar.
— Neno...— Chamou baixinho, dengosinha, escondendo-se naquele corpo grande, forte e quente.
— Aqui. Olha pra mim, _____. Agora é a minha vez, concorda? — Jaemin era o mais absoluto, sempre com a palavra final, sempre ele quem fazia e desfazia tudo. Era a mente praticamente demoníaca por trás de tudo.
Esfregou as perninhas uma a outra em busca de alívio e aquilo não passou despercebido por Jaemin, filmando cada detalhezinho seu. Ele era obcecado. Eram obcecados.
Engoliu em seco quando teve a nuca agora sob o domínio do Na, arfando cortada quando ficou rente ao rosto do garoto, esse que entregou a câmera para o Lee, sentindo a respiração pesada e o quão grande ele era comparado a ti.
— Mas do contrario do Jeno, não quero mais selinhos... — Falou entre um selar e outro em sua boquinha te ouvindo grunhir continua, completamente quente e num cio sem fim.
O aperto em seus cabelos ficara mais intenso e o passo seguinte fora sua boca sendo tomada, engolida, praticamente fodida pela de Jaemin. O homem violou seus lábios com os próprios em um beijo de verdade e e prontamente você reagiu, correspondendo completamente molinha. O beijo de Jaemin era surreal, e podia ouvir os próprios barulhos de satisfação sempre que ele chupava sua linguinha ou metia a própria naquela cavidade tão quentinha.
Porra, era uma delicia e ao lembrar que Jeno assistia tudo e ao mesmo tempo filmava, te deixou louca. O Lee iria explodir de tanto tesão. Levou os próprios dedinhos entre as pernas, as abrindo e expondo a calcinha por completo e foi aí que Jeno desceu a lente da câmera até aquele lugar. Os estalos do ósculo eram captados perfeitamente e Jaemin parecia cada vez mais feroz ao te beijar, vendo de relance o que acontecia entre suas pernas bonitas e trêmulas. Jeno levou a própria mão sem cerimonias e te ouviu gemer descarada contra a boca de Jaemin ao tocar ali, sentindo toda a quentura e umidade do local.
— Caralho...— Jaemin grunhiu ao deixar seus lábios com uma mordida nada singela, ofegante e ele passou o dedão contra os próprios lábios olhando como estava exposta e manhosa, toda aberta e sendo tocada por Jeno.
Sorriu com a linguinha entre os dentes, melada da própria saliva e de Jaemin juntamente, arfando e grunhindo contra a boca do mesmo. Foi o estopim.
— Bota ela de ladinho e acaba com essa buceta.
Jaemin ordenou possesso tomando o celular da mão de Jeno. E é claro que o Lee faria.
n/a: eu nem sei o que comentar. xoxo 💋 obrigado por ler até aqui <333
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Everything in Time (Lee Jeno x F!reader)
Jeno x Female reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.
Genre: M/F, best friends to lovers, fluff, smut, tiny angst, late 20s established career setting
Warnings: Smut hehe, light edging, daddy kink and everything but no borderline mean and abusive tings, heart break
Word Count: 4,573
This is my nth story, excited for you to read this just because! I loooooove Jeno and I was really excited when I started writing this in my notepad. Hope you enjoy reding it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Read at your own risk!
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Jeno had just ended a relationship. It was bad, well not so much for him but for his ex. He loved her so much and they've been together for 2 years but Jeno just can't see his future with her. And by future meaning making a family with her, growing old together.
He's overworked himself for this exact reason. He just wants to forget the fact that the pressure of having a family of his own is eating him alive. Jeno spent his nights finishing his papers in his company building. It would just be him who'll be left and the security guards, not even his own assistant. He's constantly being reminded that he's almost 30 now and he's still in young, playful relationships.
That's the time his best friends came in. Jaemin and Y/N.
Jaemin is a surgeon in the making, he's just finishing up his internship as of the moment. He contacted Y/N who was outside the country because he knew that Jeno just needed to relieve his stress.
The three have been best friends ever since grade school up until now and they're the strongest trio everyone has ever seen. At some point in high school the three tied in top 1, their teachers had to verify it again and again to make sure.
"I'm gonna be arriving at around 2 PM on Friday. I have no one to pick me up, can you?" She asks Jaemin on the phone.
He frowns. "That's unfortunately within my shift. I'll just tell Jeno to pick you up. He should be available, he's the only one forcing himself with those schedules trying to be busy."
"Alright. I'll try to call him too."
Y/N packed two large suitcases for this two-day weekend vacation. They rented a small island that has a villa, and of course an amazing beach.
While she's boarding the plane, she calls up Jeno. Oh, and they didn't tell him yet about this vacation nor about her going back home.
He picks up after three rings. "Jeno-ya." She calls him.
"Hmm?"
"I need you to pick me up at the airport at 2 PM. I'm already boarding right now."
Jeno stops everything he's doing. "You're coming here?"
"Yeah, me and Jaem planned a weekend getaway for us. I don't want you to decline because I rarely go home."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've helped out with the preparations. You know how busy and stressful Jaemin's work can be."
She just loves how her friends are concerned with each other and they always offer each other help without hesitations. "Well, this is somewhat of a surprise for you, you've been MIA and now you're heartbroken. And also a break for Jaemin, you know his work and his fiancee can be bitches sometimes. Don't tell him that I told you that."
Jeno just laughs. "Alright, I'll pick you up. See you soon."
"Thanks, bye."
As soon as the plane lands, she can't contain her excitement. She immediately restarts her phone to refresh the service then texts Jeno.
To: The Unfunny Lee
Plane just landed, can't wait to see you!
She chuckles as she reads the name she saved for his contact number. They used to tease Jeno as the unfunny one before because he gets sulky and pouty right away.
From: The Unfunny Lee
I'm already here waiting for you. See you soon.
And did she ever mention that she's always had the attraction towards him. Jeno always made her feel like a woman. The way he smiles, the lingering stares, the way he talks, it's just different. He's so soft and could never resist her. That's why the attraction just builds up.
Soon enough she got out of the plane and already got her stuff done, she pushes the big baggage cart as she tries to look for Jeno.
She sees her phone ring and Jeno's face pops up on the screen. "Jeno-ya."
"You look smaller than the cart you're pushing." He teases and she immediately turns around to look for him.
"Where are you?" Y/N sees a familiar tall guy wearing black jeans and white pullover walking towards her with his phone on his ear. "Oh, there. Found you." She said and hung up the phone before running to give him a hug. She definitely feels his hard chest and strong arms wrapping around her.
He pats her and says, "Welcome back, shorty. You've grown but not the height." Laughing and pinching her cheek. "How are you? You haven't contacted me for so long." He goes to push her cart for her going out.
"Well, I'm doing good. Business is also good. I kinda distanced myself from you guys because I know you had girlfriends and we wouldn't want them to misunderstand, right?"
Jeno admiringly glances at her. She's always been so considerate and respectful. "Right. But how about you? Relationships?"
She snorts. "I could only wish."
"Why not?"
"They're not for me."
Jeno offered his place for her which she gladly accepted. She hasn't booked any hotel yet actually just because she was lowkey hoping that Jeno would just let her crash for a night before they depart early in the morning.
At night, Jeno, Jaemin, Y.N and Winter, Jaemin's fiance, just decided to meet up at Jeno's place. They ordered a lot of take-outs and bought a couple bottles of beer.
Y/N walks around Jeno's house while waiting for the two. It's just him and a security guard on the compound actually and it's pretty big. She stops by the pool, watching the reflection of the stars on the water.
"How's my place so far?" Jeno asks.
She nods. "Pretty cool. Can't believe it's just you living in a house this big."
"Well, it makes me feel good, you know. It makes me feel that I've succeeded and I can get whatever I want, well most of them."
"Why not all?"
He sighs and stares at her a little longer before saying, "Some are just too hard to reach."
She pretends like she didn't just feel hopeful for a second that she's who he's pertaining to. Jeno just received a text from Jaemin saying they're there already.
"They're here." He says.
"Let's go." They walk together back to the dining area. "You okay? I heard a lot, you know." She asks.
He just crosses his arms and shrugs. "I'm okay."
"I hope you know that it's okay to still be confused and unsure at this age we are in right now. There's really no need to rush, Jeno."
"I wish I could say that to my parents."
"I'll say that to your parents if you can't."
And she's always been strong-minded, and firm. She always knows what she's doing.
When they see Jaemin and Winter in the kitchen preparing the food they bought, Y/N runs to them and gives both a hug. "Hi! OMG, I'm finally seeing you both!"
Jaemin hugs her back. "How was the flight?"
"Tiring. I can't wait to pass out."
"Then just stay here for good so you don't have to fly back and forth."
Her lips purse as her eyes squints in doubt. "There's a lot to consider, not to mention the amount of work. But I've been thinking of it."
"Jeno-ya, talk to her about it. You're the one who knows more about business than me."
Jeno just sits on the table before them. "If she wants to stay, she'll stay."
She turns to him with a knowing smile. "You want me to stay?" But he just shrugs.
"When is this thick cloud of sexual tension between you two ever gonna end?" Jaemin shakes his head.
The night got deeper and it was time to go for Jaemin and Winter. They watched the two get in their car before they head in.
"You wanna watch a movie?" Jeno asks invitingly.
Y/N smiles and looks up to him. "With wine and chocolates?"
"Hell, yeah."
While Y/N picks the movie, Jeno goes to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses then he gathers different kinds of chocolates on a board and brings all of them to the center table in the living room.
She runs to her room and grabs her blanket then goes back to the couch with Jeno. She puts it over both of them and leans to him as the movie starts.
"Thought you were tired?" He asks with a low voice.
"I am." She replies. "I'm probably gonna sleep before the movie ends."
Just a few minutes in, silence filled the room. But it's a tense silence, it's like they're just waiting for each other to say something.
Jeno sighs. "Are you not gonna tell me why you stopped contacting me?"
"You know me, Jeno. I distanced myself from you and Jaem because you guys were already in your own relationships. I just don't want your girlfriends to misunderstand." She explains.
"Why would you lie?"
She turns to him. "What do you mean?"
"You never stopped your contact with Jaemin. I asked multiple times."
Busted. She knows she's busted. "Okay, fine. I stopped contacting you like 4 years ago? That was when you started that casual relationship you had even before Lia." She pauses trying to remember the name. "That girl, was that Karina? Because I knew you'd never see me like how you see her or any other girls in your life. I was so into you and you were too dumb and oblivious to notice. Maybe you were blinded by her or whatever but it doesn't matter anymore. I don't feel that way for you anymore." Her voice shakes at her last statement. That's a lie.
His jaw clenches. "Why didn't you tell me? Everyone fucking knew that I had a thing for you. I was just waiting for you to tell me that you wanted me too."
"I-- I thought that was a joke! You never made it clear, you always smiled or laughed whenever someone mentions it, how am I supposed to know?! You were always flirty with everyone."
"It was true. I was only into you and I only started seeing Karina when you stopped replying or answering my calls."
Her breathing is ragged. She doesn't know what to do, and she's very upset. Why didn't he tell her before? "Whatever."
"Can you feel that it's still you though?" He asks all of a sudden.
But Y/N shakes her head. "It's not that simple anymore, Jeno. I've got someone waiting for my answer in Chicago, I agreed for this vacation because I needed space. I needed time to think."
Jeno couldn't get past the part where she said she has someone waiting for her answer in Chicago. Is he too late? "Y--You have a boyfriend?"
Y/N sighs. "Let's stop talking about this."
They stopped talking but Jeno can't stop thinking about it. He suddenly got so nervous, what if her boyfriend is already proposing to her? What if she says yes? He always thought that his endgame would be her because he honestly can't imagine life with a family without her. Jeno fills his glass with wine and drinks all of it at once.
She slept in his arms, and he just watched her unsure of what to do. He was not able to focus on the movie, all he thought about was her and the missed opportunities. He could've had her without a doubt. He could've.
"Fuck my life." He murmured before picking her up bridal style to bring her to her room. He didn't want to close the door but he had to.
Y/N wears a pair of denim shorts and her dark blue bikini top while Jeno wears white muscle tanks and board shorts. A van comes to pick them up early in the morning, Jaemin is already there.
"Hi!" Y/N greets him excitedly when she enters the vehicle and he fist bumps with Jeno.
They had to travel for 2 hours going to the dock because they had to stop to get groceries and it just felt like minutes because they were just talking and jamming the whole time.
Jeno set his feelings aside because he knew the two set this up for him.
They then ride a speedboat going to the island and it just took them like 10 minutes to get there. Their guide did his job, walking them around, guiding and telling them about some things and guidelines about the island that they have to know.
It's a good thing that they did their shopping because it's literally just them on the island but of course, they can still call if they need something.
"Hey!" Y/N calls the two from the beach. "Let's swim! The water is so pretty! I wanna cry! Ahhh! Ya! Na Jaemin! Lee Jeno!"
The two were arranging their things inside the villa but just laughed, so done while looking at each other when they heard her yell. When they came out, she's already climbing the rocks because there's a big slide on it going to the waters.
"Hey, be careful." Jeno calls out to her.
"Don't worry." She yells at him. Then sat on the edge of the slide, sliding her way down, screaming and waving her hands up high. She splashed on the waters and she's never felt so alive. "Oh my god, what are you two doing, just standing there?!"
Jaemin runs to the waters right away while Jeno took off his shirt first, exposing his let me just say fucking gorgeous, unbelievably hot body that made Y/N look away and blush. But of course they didn't notice.
They just float on their backs for several minutes as they talk and watch the clear skies.
"Can we buy this island so that we can just come here whenever we want?" Y/N jokes.
The sun is setting, they're also preparing for their outdoor barbeque. Y/N is inside, preparing the meats, Jaemin is preparing the fire while Jeno is digging the sand to form a round table and seats for them.
Jeno eventually goes into the kitchen where Y/N is. "You good?"
"Yeah, can you put iced water on the cooler then add the bottle of beer so it'll cool?"
"We have ice?"
"There's a big freezer at the back, they have a lot here."
When Jeno came back he was in a hurry. "Y/N! Y/n, the sky outside is really beautiful because of the sunset, wanna see?"
"Yeah." She immediately washes her hands on the sink before wiping it on her apron. "Lemme grab my phone and camera first."
"Jaemin-ah! We're going to the other side to watch the sunset! Let's go!" Jeno yells at his other friend.
"Yup, coming!"
Y/N sets up her tripod and they take a couple of shots together. "Let's stay for a few minutes." She sits on the sand and the two follow.
"We don't see this everyday." Jaemin says.
"We could." Jeno rebels. "But we're too busy."
Night came, they're a little tipsy, cheeks flushed and they're laughing their asses off as they eat and cook at the same time because of Jaemin's antics.
"We've always been a trio." He says. "Jeno plays the guitar, you sing, and I dance."
"A trio with different talents."
"Yeah, so while you both are doing your things, I just dance beside you. Even interpretative dance if needed." He flares his hands out mimicking a ballerina.
"Remember when we signed up for the homecoming party committee just so we can get free food?" Jeno looks back, laughing. "Y/N ate a lot."
Y/N slaps his bare arm. "Ya! It's not like you didn't. It's not my fault they had so much food."
"And during graduation practice, do you remember? Y/N fell--" Jaemin couldn't continue what he's saying because Y/N tackles him.
"Shut up!" Trying to cover his mouth. "Don't talk about that."
"You rolled down the stairs." Jeno continues while laughing. "Good thing it was just us."
"We just finished lunch and they kept texting us saying the practice had already started. We were in a hurry!" She tries to defend herself.
"It was so funny but we didn't have time to laugh enough."
Later on, Jeno's playing the guitar and they're singing to old songs that they used to play together. He looks at her fondly as she tries to reach the high note and does it flawlessly.
"You've gotten so good." He says and she just smiles in response.
It's past midnight, Jeno and Y/N are cleaning up because Jaemin passed out. His alcohol tolerance really decreased after a long time since he hasn't drank a lot.
"Jeno-ya." Y/N calls Jeno from outside.
He goes out to her. "Hmm?"
"How about Jaemin?"
"I'll help him through the stairs later." He reassures her. "How about you, are you good?"
"Yup, pretty good. Happy. Sleepy."
"Don't forget to change, brush your teeth, wash off the sea water."
She nods. "Yeah, I'll do that right now."
When she was done in the bathroom, she went upstairs to their shared bedroom. It's a big room with a big customized bed for an entire family, it can fit up to 6 people. Jaemin is already sleeping on it while Jeno is on his phone, waiting for her to finish so he could use the bathroom too.
"I'm done, Jen."
He looks up cutely like a puppy, obviously looks sleepy already. He goes downstairs with his things. Later on, when he comes back, Y/N and Jaemin are on each side of the bed which means he has to be in the center. He crawls in slowly, Y/N turns to look at him.
"I thought you were sleeping already." He whisper-yells.
She whispers back to him, "You look like a puppy."
"What does that mean?"
"You look cute." She notices that he's so far from her. Not that she minds, the bed is big so they get to sleep however they want but he's really far. "Why are you so far away? Wouldn't Winter be jealous to see you too close to Jaemin?" She jokes.
He just shrugs. "If we're close together, I may not stop myself from cuddling with you."
"I wanna cuddle with you though." She pouts.
"Stop that." He says authoritatively.
She whines, "Why?"
"You said you have a boyfriend."
Her eyebrows furrow. "I never said that."
"Yesterday, you said you have someone in Chicago waiting for your answer."
Y/N laughs. "Idiot. He's just a casual partner, just like how you and Karina were." Indirectly explaining that they're fuckbuddies. "He said he's developing feelings for me, I can't reciprocate that."
And suddenly his chest loosens up. He was able to breathe a little better now. "Casual partners? For how long?"
"Two years. I have needs too, Jeno Lee."
"Well, you made it sound like he's proposing to you so that's why I thought about it."
"Stop talking and just cuddle with me." His warmth hovers over her and she smiled when she felt his arm scoop her close to him. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" She mumbles and she snuggles as well.
Jeno buries his head on her neck. "Since fucking high school."
"Stop lying."
But he tickles her tummy lightly making her giggle and squirm. Jaemin who was sleeping mumbles, "Can you two fuck somewhere else? I want to sleep."
"Ya! We're just talking!" Y/N immediately defends.
"He's asleep, he doesn't know what he's saying." Jeno whispers, holding her down. "Sleep, Aya."
Her eyes beamed. He's never called her that ever since she left for Chicago. She turns around to see him with excitement on her face. "You're calling me Aya again." She mentions.
Jeno looks down at her sparkling eyes, holding the urge to kiss her forehead. "You've always been my ligaya."
"You keep saying those things but you actually had other girls before me."
"Remember during college, I don't ever allow you to enter my room."
"Yes, because you hid your drugs there?" She grumpily whines but he just smiled.
"I never wanted you in my room because when I saw you once sitting on the edge of my bed like an innocent girl, I almost couldn't stop myself." He groaned in her ear that gave her goosebumps. "Seeing you in my bed, fuck I'd die for that."
She nibbles on her lip as her eyes widen. "I'll sleep." Then she turns her back on him, now feeling his hard on against her ass.
"Yeah."
Jaemin was the one to wake up first, he sees the two spooning and quickly snaps a pic and sends it to their own group chat before he leaves the room and goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Jeno was the first one to wake up, he just let his arm drape around her, hugging her like a pillow. And just minutes later, she wakes up too.
"Do you like that guy from Chicago?" He asks half-asleep.
Y/N rubs her eyes and looks at him with squinted eyes to make sure he's not sleep talking only to find out that the man beside her is topless.
Then sighs. "I can't. I could never imagine myself being his girlfriend, but I am just scared to reject him. We've been in that kind of casual, non-committal relationship for a long time and he's always there when I need him."
"Good."
She chuckles. "Why?"
"You said you have needs, right?" He whispers. "I'm pretty sure I can satisfy you better than anyone else."
"You can talk the talk but can you walk the walk?" Jeno didn't say anything. He just stood up and went to lock the door. "I was just kidding." She laughs and stands up immediately but he grabs her before she could run away.
He held her with both her arms tightly, planting feathery kisses on her jaw. "You smell so good, baby." Then his kisses go down to her neck and she just wants to melt into a puddle.
She just loves how his warmth wraps around her. "Jaemin might come."
"You'll tell him." Jeno picks her up and traps her against the wall as their lips crash with each other, turning and twisting their tongues together. His kisses then left her mouth, to her cheeks, then to her ear. "I'm gonna satisfy the fuck out of your needs, baby." She feels the smirk on his face that gives her chills.
Then he brings her to the bed. She takes off her top revealing her perked up mounds. Y/N looks up to him, batting her eyelashes like an innocent girl and it drives him crazy. His neck is all red, he's so ready to ruin her but just holding himself back. She slowly removes her pajama shorts and cotton thongs as well. Y/N lays back with her arms supporting her weight while not breaking their eye contact. "All yours, Lee."
He could've sworn his cock throbbed after hearing that. Jeno's jaw twitched a little as he ran his fingers through his locks. "Good." He replies then grabs her ankle pushing her to turn and now she's on her back, ass up. Jeno is getting the best view of her ass and glistening pussy. His hand caresses her inner thigh for a few seconds before redirecting his fingers to her very wet core making her squirm and whimper in pleasure.
Rubbing circles, now she's helpless. He feels how needy she is because he hasn't even done anything aside from rubbing her and now she's looking so fucked out and a moaning mess for him, rubbing herself against his fingers too. "I-- I need y--your fingers. Please. Jeno. Please." He can't help but lick his bottom lip, he just wants to devour her right now, he wants to own her, he wants to be in her, he wants to feel her, he wants to be the only one who can make her feel this way.
"As you wish, love." He inserts two fingers, pumping it fast in her and she's moaning uncontrollably. "Shh. Jaemin might hear." Y/N tries to bite her bottom lip to suppress the moans. She pulls her own hair and massages her tits.
Jaemin goes up the stairs, trying the door knob a couple of times but it's locked. "Jeno-ya, Y/N, breakfast is ready."
"Answer him." He growls on to her ears without stopping his fingers from fucking her. Y/N's eyes widen, Jaemin will know for sure. But he stops. "I said, answer him."
"Jae--" His cock suddenly slips into her, making her moan and Jaemin definitely heard it. "Jaem, I-- we-- you can eat ahead!" Then she dunks her face on to the soft pillows biting them hard. "Jeno, please." Consecutive moans came out from her lips and that was Jaemin's cue to leave.
"You're so fucking warm, Aya." He pulls her hair hard, making her lookup as he pounds hard into her. "No one will ever satisfy you the way that I do. Not even your Chicago boy."
It was too much for her, he was relentless and powerful. All the sexual frustrations that were pent up for years are finally revealed. And he's literally tearing her in half with his size.
"I've been imagining this day, me drilling into your dripping pussy and it's even better than what I have imagined."
She couldn't respond or say anything, she likes how he's fucking her dumb.
"Jen, cumming. I'm cumming." She pants, grasping into the sheets tighter while he rubs her clit with his free hand.
"Not until I cum. Fuck--- Aya, you're so fucking gorgeous."
"Please. Please. Please. Fill me up, daddy. I need you to fill me up." It's like Jeno got possessed with some kind of devil, he's pounding into her harder than before like she pushed a button.
"I'm gonna fuck you full of my cum. Let go, babygirl." Strings of white liquid spurts out from his tip in her as her orgasm also washes through her. And when he pulled out, white liquid came flowing out of her pussy. "Next time I'm buying you a plug."
Y/N drops to the bed, tired and weak. Her cheeks are flushed, sweating and breathless, just like how Jeno imagined and it gave him an assurance that he definitely fucked her real good.
Jeno plops on the bed beside her, she smiles weakly at him, covering her body with the sheets. They stay looking at each other's eyes.
"Stay." He mumbles. "I want you to stay. I don't want to keep missing you." She feels her heart inflating and her stomach being filled with butterflies. The fact that he's being vocal about this right now and not just staying quiet like how he usually is when it comes to his feelings. "But if you don't want t--"
"I'll do everything I can so I can stay." She cuts him off. "You're gonna be mine this time." She promises.
Jeno smiles and pulls himself close to her then plants a kiss on her forehead. "I'm all yours, Aya. You know how obsessed I am with you, I'm going nowhere without you."
"Jaemin is never talking to us again."
"He'll just need a night with Winter."
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