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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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can you handle it?

title: can you handle it?

pairing: suh johnny x jeong jaehyun x lee jeno x na jaemin x fem!oc/reader (no name, written in third person)

genre: smut, pwp, best friends!au

summary: Johnny drags her wildest fantasies out of her mouth, or to be more precise, out of her phone. But can she handle it?

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fivesome, masturbation (f), oral sex (f&m), sex toys, (heavy) degradation, praises, dirty talk, orgasm denial/control, blindfold, anal (f), spit roasting, double penetration, blackmail (it’s a roleplay that starts halfway through, so no, she’s not really being blackmailed, 100% consensual), size kink, free use (kinda?? it’s more like a mentioned fantasy), squirting, fingers sucking, spitting, size kink, bulge kink, overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification, aftercare, mentions of breeding kink, (hard) dom johnny, dom Jaehyun, (hard) dom jeno, dom jaemin, sub!oc/reader | lmk if i missed something

word count: 12.400k

a/n: a gift for the 1k followers (thank you again, ily♡) because if I’m going to hell you’re coming with me. another adventure of them (you don’t have to read it to understand this)

“Aren’t we a bit too early?” Jaemin asked, taking a look at his watch seeing they arrived at her place three hours before their date. They had decided on a movie night together, nothing crazy to spend some time together on an early September night.

“We’ve spent all our lives being at each other’s houses when we weren’t supposed to, I’m sure she won’t mind,” Jaehyun replied, holding the bag of alcohol in his hand tighter.

“If she answered maybe,” Jeno huffed and then rang her bell for the third time.

“Jesus, I’m coming.” They heard screaming. “You could’ve left my pack — You?” She stopped when she opened the door and saw her friends standing in front of her. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t act as if you didn’t know we were coming,” Johnny said, lifting his hands with the bags full of food.

“Yes, but you weren’t supposed to be here so soon,” she chuckled awkwardly, trying to fix herself, and diverting her gaze from Johnny’s that was a little suspicious of how flustered she looked.

He knew that look on her face but shrugged it off.

“Yeah, can we come in?” Jeno urged her. “We were bored at home. You don’t mind spending more time with us, right?”

“No, of course,” she replied, moving to the side, pushing her grey sweatpants up and pulling down the camisole that was rolled up halfway on her stomach. “I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“I told them it was too early,” Jaemin said, leaning in to leave a peck on her cheeks before walking to the kitchen to leave what they bought.

“I don’t have anything ready,” she said, watching as they moved around her place as if that was their own, leaving their shoes and jackets at the door, opening drawers, and placing the alcohol in the fridge.

“Great, should we get started and do it together?” Jeno proposed. “What even did you want to do? A cake?”

“So… you’re staying, staying?” She asked, biting a hangnail of her thumb.

“What, babe? Were you having fun without us?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and smirking at her, making her look away.

“No,” she said, walking toward the kitchen while scratching her neck nervously. “I was so bored I was hoping you were going to come so soon.”

“You didn’t answer me, by the way,” Jeno said, not paying attention to their weird exchange of lines and jumping on the countertop, shrugging when she glared at him, intimating him to jump off.

“I wanted to make muffins but it was a special recipe, I don’t remember it.”

“Well, is it in one of those books?” Jaehyun asked pointing at the culinary books behind Jeno.

“Nope, I saw it on Instagram, I guess. I think I saved it,” she said. “No, yeah, I did, I also sent it in the group chat. I just need to get my phone and,” she stopped, furrowing when touching her thighs she realized her pockets were empty. “Where’s my phone?”

“Want us to call you”? Jaemin proposed with his phone already in hand.

“No, it’s on silent, I think,” she huffed, throwing her head back. Freaking habit of never turning the sound on. “Can you help me search for it? It must be here somehow.”

“Sure, maybe you placed it next to the door when you opened it,” Jaehyun said as they all started walking outside to look for it.

But Johnny had a mere idea of where it could’ve been, so he walked upstairs, made way into her room and called it anyway.

And there it was, a buzzing sound coming from behind a pile of messy blankets and… what…

“God, I can’t believe her…” he whispered with a smirk on his face while he lifted the other object up. “This is going to be so much fun.”

“Where the hell it is,” she cried curled up against the couch with her fingers tangled in her hair.

“If you stay there it surely won’t pop out of nowhere,” Jeno said.

“No need to cry, I’m your saviour,” Johnny cooed, coming downstairs, and shaking the phone in his right hand while his other hand was hidden behind his back.

“You found it!” She exclaimed enthusiastically, jumping from her spot and walking toward him. “Where the hell was it?” She asked, trying to grab it but Johnny lifted it enough that she couldn’t get it, making her quirk a brow.

“Johnny, my phone,” she insisted, the palm of her hand out, patiently waiting for him to give it back to her, not understating why he was acting like that.

“Yeah,” he hummed, “don’t you want to know where I found it?” He smirked and her eyes widened at the realization.

An awkward giggle escaped her lips while she scratched her neck nervously. “You didn’t unlock it, right?

“You don’t even have a password,” he replied. “But no, I didn’t. Wait, is the funny still on?” He teased, a mocking smirk on his face that made her knit her eyebrow.

“You rang the bell out of nowhere, I tough it was the delivery guy with my box.”

Johnny smirked again, moving his hand from his back, “a box full of these?” He asked, shaking the vibrator, making the others gasp.

“Johnny, for fuck sake!” She screamed, trying to snatch it from his hand but Johnny was too tall and too strong compared to her so there was no way she could reach it. “Stop touching it! I didn’t even clean it.”

“Pft, I was inside you, this doesn’t faze me.”

At his words she lowered her head, fingers massaging her temples, cursing lowly as she felt the others reach closer.

“Damn, it’s also a clit sucker,” Jaemin pointed out, turning it around inside his hands. “If you want somebody to eat you out I volunteer.”

“Just shut up, Nana,” she cursed. “And you, give me my phone back!”

“But I’m curious to know what you were watching...” Johnny cooed, giving her doe eyes.

“I wasn’t watching,” she said, once again trying to take her phone back with no success.

“Maybe she was filming,” Jeno teased, laughing lightly at her flustered face.

“I wasn’t filming,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Then what were you doing? Don’t tell me you can actually get off reading what are those called? Ah yeah, smut books,” Jaehyun said with a frown of disgust on his face.

“No, it wasn’t even that,” she snapped, throwing her head back.

“Then what?” Jaemin asked, raising a brow.

“Johnny, no!” She screamed but it was too late, his thumb slid on her screen, and the page popped up.

She gulped, silently watching his lips curl in a smirk before he chuckled.

“Audio porn? Seriously?”

“Mind your business,” she replied through gritted teeth, glaring at him.

“Should we get comfortable on the sofa?” Jeno proposed, placing a hand on her back.

“Nobody is getting comfortable nowhere,” she snapped. “I don’t judge you for the things you do, or watch or whatever”

“Who said we were judging? We told you, we can make you happy,” Jaehyun said, trying to calm her down.

“You will judge me if you see what I’m into,” she whispered.

They looked at each other for a quick second, all thinking the same thing: how terrible were the things she got off to?

But the first one to talk was Jeno, “Let’s make an oath then, we won’t.”

“You trusted us once, can’t you do it twice?” Jaemin asked, batting his eyes at her, making her huff and turn his face away with a playful push of her hand.

“Fine,” she gave up and Jeno didn’t waste a second lifting her up to carry her to the couch.

“What’s with your thing of lifting me up as if I’m nothing? She asked and Jeno laughed.

“I would never want my princess to tire herself,” he pouted, and she rolled her eyes, thumb trapped in her teeth when Johnny sat in front of her and started looking through her phone without saying a word.

This was a terrible idea, wasn’t it?

“Why are you making those faces? Come on tell us what’s going on there,” Jaehyun said when Johnny kept giggling but didn’t say a thing.

“Well, umh, a ton of degradation... I’m surprised. Weren’t you the one that always cried as soon as someone raised their voice at you?”

She whined loudly. “It’s the way they do it,” she cried, hiding her face behind the palms of her hands.

“Oh, should we listen to them?” Jeno asked, a teasing smirk curling his lips. “So we can learn how you like it.”

She shook her head, and mumbled, “the — the way you did it last time... I liked it.”

“Yeah, considering the number of audios with that tag, you love it,” Johnny sighed, shaking his head.

“That’s —”

“Girl, free use? Really? You’re so gross,” he mocked, lifting his gaze to meet her eyes.

She was about to remind him of the pact before but from the way his voice dropped low and his eyes were staring at her with his lips curled in a smirk, she knew that he wasn’t mocking. He was teasing because he knew that had an effect on her and, in fact, it did. Her thighs clenched together and she could feel the room get hotter. Why the hell Johnny had such a hold on her?

“Oh,” the others whispered, getting their silent game without a word.

“And free use in a... gangbang. Too many men, I don’t think you can take it,” he said, shaking his head.

“You know I can. I proved it to you.”

“The numbers on this disgusting audios you get off to are a bit too high for you fragile, little body.”

Bingo. Another one. Johnny smirked when she squirmed more in her seat.

“Imagine yourself surrounded,” he whispered, voice getting lower. “These big, tall men all over you with their big cocks ready to fuck you. And you? What would you do?” He asked, locking the phone for a second to walk toward her. His big body towering over hers as he lifted her chin up and pinched it. “You’d love it because you are disgusting. Because that shit turns you on.”

She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even want to fight back because Johnny slipped into her fantasies so well that she couldn’t break the magic and the anticipation she was feeling.

“And you really told us that being filmed is the wildest thing that turns you on,” Jeno chuckled.

“Maybe she wants to be filmed so even more men can see her,” Jaemin teased, his breath fanning against the skin of her neck while Jeno’s fingers grazed her right thigh. “Isn’t it? The idea of them jacking off to you, not sleeping at night because you are the only one filling their brain. Making them go insane,” he whispered before his lips met her neck and started kissing it, a low moan slipped past her lips, head thrown back and wetness pooling between her legs.

“Yeah, isn’t what you did with us this summer? You loved knowing you had so much power over us.” This time it was Jaehyun talking, and slightly opening her eyes, she could see him stand tall next to Johnny.

“Not answering?” Johnny asked. “Fine, if you want to do it like this. Get up,” he ordered and smirked when she didn’t waste a second to stand on her feet. “Get undressed while I see what else gets you off.”

“I don’t think —” she tried to stop him but was stopped instead.

“Yeah, don’t think. Don’t talk. Don’t say a word. Follow my orders,” he ordered and she hummed. I think you like this, what’s with this title? You’re my object. My possession. My fucktoy. Seriously?”

“Do you really get off to that?” Jeno teased, laughing mockingly at her that was now standing naked, surrounded by them fully clothed.

“Of course, she does, I bet she’s dripping already.” The phone slipped into Johnny’s pocket again, she moved a hand to stop him and take it back but he blocked her and clicked his tongue. “Nah, ah, baby. The phone is my possession, you were caught with your hands in the cookie jar and now we have to teach you some things,” he said, letting go of her hand. “Since you enjoy this so much, let me ask just one time... Would you want to be our free use fucktoy?”

They chuckled when in a second she answered ‘yes’ but she didn’t mind.

“Great. But since I think this might be more intense than last time, let’s set some ground rules,” he said, looking at all of them. “I want to hear ‘red’ if anything gets too much for you, alright, baby? Even though you’re so pathetic that nothing will be too much for you,” he finished with a low laugh, looking into her eyes and she could feel her knees buckle before he moved his attention away from her.

With a wink of an eye, Johnny signaled Jaehyun to lift her back on the couch, making her sit where she was before.

“Since you like to show off so much shouldn’t you do that?” Jeno teased, moving the other chair in front of her so he could see her perfectly. “You should show us how you touch yourself while those things play in the background. Come on.”

She gulped, shyly opening her legs, revealing how wet she was.

“Spread it,” Jaehyun ordered. “Make it drip down.”

“No — no, I,” she tried to retort but their stern gazes shut her up while her hands moved to part her lips, eyes falling shut when she felt a gush slide down.

“See. You can’t pretend you don’t like this. You are disgusting,” Jeno mocked. “And now fuck yourself with those fingers.”

A moan slipped out of her lips when she slipped a finger inside her, feeling a bit of relief from the tension, her head rolled behind as the pleasure slowly intensified. She could hear the low curses coming from their mouths, and the rustling of their pants against their seats as they tried to find a bit of comfort for the boners inside their pants.

“Stop playing.” Johnny’s groan made her jolt, head snapping up, looking at him with a furrow.

“I — I’m not playing,” she replied with a shaky voice, heat washing over her body as she kept moving her finger inside because she couldn’t stop.

“Yes, you are,” he said, laying back against the armchair, legs spreading open and her eyes couldn’t help but fall there, between his legs, the outline of his hard cock too visible to don’t make her look at it with heart-eyes.

“If you want this so bad,” he said with a chuckle, sitting forward to cover his dick, “fuck yourself like you always do. Come on, you can do much better than one finger and your other hand nowhere to be seen.”

She nodded, spreading her legs more and pushing another finger inside, an higher moan slipped out of her mouth while her hand shyly found the courage to move on her body, making them smile as they finally got what they wanted. And her hands kept moving, cupping her boobs and massaging them, eliciting more moans out of her.

“Fuck,” she cried when she curled her fingers inside right where she wanted and pinched her nipple.

“Bet you’re thinking about the audio of before, aren’t you?” Jeno joked, he didn’t even know what the hell she was listening to but he couldn’t care. All it mattered right now was her, totally exposed to their eyes, fucking herself so well he couldn’t keep his dick inside his pants anymore.

She shook her head, lower lip trapped inside her teeth as she felt her stomach tighten when she started pressing her palm against her clit and grinding her hips against it. “Thinking — uhm — about you,” she confessed, eyes opening to make contact with them, drifting on all of them to see them half naked now. A smirk curled her lips, happy she could finally see their bodies again.

“Keep fucking yourself,” Johnny groaned. “It won’t be that easy to have us.”

She whined but kept moving her fingers, adding another one.

“Since you’re not thinking about those gross stuff, I want to see more,” Johnny said, unlocking her phone again, and at that point, she didn’t even care. The worse had passed, right? No, probably no.

“Orgasm countdown?” Johnny asked, quirking a brow, making Jaemin lean over to see with a smile on his face, not a mocking smirk, just an entertained smile.

“Do they tell you when to come?” Jaemin asked. “Do you listen to the orders that men you don’t even know give you?”

She nodded, eyes squeezing shut when she felt the orgasm so close.

“Well, if you listen to men you don’t know you will listen to us, right?” Johnny said and she hummed, not even registering his words.

“Stop,” he ordered.

“What?” She asked, shocked, looking at him, but still not stopping moving her fingers. They had already ruined the orgasm she was trying to reach before by showing up out of the blue. She just wanted to come.

“I said, stop. Fucking. Yourself,” he groaned, standing up, and only then she stopped moving her fingers.

“Johnny, no, it’s not —”

“Shut up,” he mumbled while he kissed her roughly.

“I think you can use something else to have fun with,” Jaehyun said, the couch at her right hollowing when his knee pushed down the seat and he twirled the vibrator in his hand.

“You — you want me to use that?”

“Please,” Jeno huffed, coming at her left, “that’s probably your best friend,” he laughed. “Does it have a little bit of battery left? I think not.”

“It surely does,” Jaemin said, pushing Johnny away and kneeling in front of her. “You always make sure it’s fully charged, right?”

She hummed, nodding shyly, looking down at him between her legs.

Jaemin smiled, his hands wrapped around her thighs and pushed them further apart, nails digging into her skin. “Will you be a good girl and keep your little toy on your clit?” He asked, and she nodded, shaky hands grabbing it from Jaehyun’s hands. “Good, and Nana will go down on you while you keep taking care of yourself, alright?”

“Yes, mmh,” she whined when he lapped at her wetness.

“Fuck, I knew you tasted so fucking good,” he hummed against her. “Come on, turn it on.”

“Can you do it or do we have to do it for you?” Jeno asked when she hesitated to turn it on.

“I — I can,” she whispered.

“Then do it,” Johnny urged.

When the buzzing sound filled the room, Jaemin started licking and pushing his tongue in and out of her dripping cunt, dragging whimpers out of her lips.

“Is it the highest it can go?” Jaehyun asked, lips moving on her neck, leaving kisses and bites.

“No — no, it can go, it can — fuck — higher,” she replied, feeling the orgasm that had been killed before starting up again.

“Then turn it to the fullest.”

“No, it — it will make me come.”

“No, no orgasm for fucktoys,” Johnny said sternly.

“No, please,” she whined louder when Jeno pushed the button and raised the vibrations. “I can’t.”

“You can,” Jaemin mumbled against her. “You’re doing so good.”

More senseless begs came out of her mouth but they were unbothered as their lips were busy kissing other parts of her body, not even leaving a single inch uncovered.

Jaemin hands were firmly wrapped around her thighs, keeping them apart, caressing the skin ever so often to soothe her and calm her down. But she was struggling to hold her orgasm in when Jaemin was sucking and licking so passionately, his hums muffled against her wetness were literally making her go crazy.

“You love it so much,” Jaehyun whispered against her neck, lips sucking and teeth nibbling her skin. “And he loves eating your pussy so much. Are you that good, baby? Do you drive everybody crazy with your sweet little pussy?”

“I don’t know,” Jaemin mumbled before pulling away, “about the others but, fuck, she’s definitely driving me crazy,” he said, before he leaned down again, this time pushing two fingers inside, making her hips jolt against him in surprise.

“You’re so sensitive,” Jeno laughed, starting to move the vibrator, stimulating her even more while his other hand cupped her right boob, massaging the skin and pinching the nipple. “Are you gonna come in his mouth?”

She nodded, mind hazy, and mouth already dry. But Johnny had other plans, lost between the sight of them teasing her and stimulating her he didn’t stop scrolling through her phone.

“Guys, stop.” She was brought back to earth when Johnny stopped them. “There’s an interesting amount of face-fucking.”

“It’s not so much,” she replied, whining.

“But even one it’s enough,” he said. “And spitting, too… So, you are into it?”

She avoided his gaze, trying to close her legs but Jaemin blocked them open. “I — I wasn’t before Jeno did it,” she confessed.

Jeno smirked beside her, a low chuckle rolling out of his lips before his fingers turned her face toward him. “Really, baby? It’s also my fault that you’re so dirty?”

She was about to reply but he shushed her, fingers placing on her lips.

“No, no, it’s fine. I mean, you do look pretty looking like a mess, so maybe we should get started,” he said, caressing her lips with his thumb. “Get you all messy while you suck our cocks and then later give you what you want.”

“Come here,” Jaemin said, getting up from between her legs. “Repay the favour back?”

“You don’t know how to facefuck her,” Jeno complained.

“The hell do you know about that?” The younger replied, pushing him off while he waited for her to get on her knees.

“She wants it hard and you’re too nice for her.”

“Fuck off,” he simply replied before grabbing his hard throbbing cock and pushing it against her lips. “She likes it the way I give it to her. Right, baby?” He hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and when she nodded, he smirked.

“Fuck, yeah,” Jaemin moaned when he pushed in her open mouth and her eyes looked up at him. Her jaw went slack as she let him thrust into her mouth.

Jeno wanted to complain again about how it wasn’t hard enough but Johnny’s glare at him shut him up.

“Oh, shit, baby,” Jaemin moaned, throwing his head back as his hips started moving faster, making her gag ever so often. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

The praise made her shift in her place, but made her work harder, meeting him halfway through.

“Is it too big for you?” He cooed, lower lip pouting out as he stared at her watery eyes. “Noo?” He sang when she shook her head and moved against him. “Keep bobbing your head on my big cock, come on.”

“You need to fuck her harder,” Jeno muttered under his breath, making her eyes shift on him for a second before she brought them up on Jaemin that wasn’t looking at her.

“You need to mind your business,” he lashed out before looking at her again, tone turning sweet again. “Do you wanna gag on my cock, baby?”

She hummed, ass wiggling in excitement, eliciting an ‘I told you,’ from Jeno.

“Take a deep breath, then,” Jaemin said, pulling out of her and giving her time to breathe again. “And now take it all, deeper and harder, because you love — fuck — my cock so much. Gag on my cock like a good girl.”

It wasn’t like she had many choices when his dick was reaching the back of her throat, she had a quite good gag reflex but it still made her gag around him, spit starting to drool down her chin as the blowjob got messier.

“Can you hold me in? Fuck,” he moaned, his fingers reaching the back of her hair and tangling in her hair. “Hold my cock right there and then — shit — I pull out and only then you’ll breathe.”

She gasped when he pulled out after pressing it all the way down her throat.

“One more time, baby. You’re so good — fuck — your mouth’s gonna make me come,” he groaned, once again slipping completely into her mouth, her throat closing around his tip was the last drop he needed to come, cum filling her mouth, giving her no chance but to swallow. “Fuck, so good, so good,” he moaned before pulling out, watching her gag, and try to don’t make a mess while she coughed and spurted out some cum and spit.

“Look at you,” Johnny cooed, wiping the spit that rolled on her chin but instead of cleaning it, he let it drip down on her boobs, “such a messy, dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

She nodded mindlessly, pushing up, trying to kiss him but he smirked, pulling away.

“I found out another interesting thing about you.”

“Another?” Jaehyun whispered, what the fuck was she hiding?

Johnny snickered, “No, this one it’s not that bad. It’s cute, actually.”

“What? One audio with vanilla sex that probably ended up there by mistake?” Jeno mocked, chuckling lowly.

Johnny shook his head, pushing the hair that stuck to her forehead back and leaving a kiss on her forehead that made her squirm under him. “Our baby wants to be praised, doesn’t she?”

“Praised?” Jaehyun asked. “Didn’t you want to be degraded two seconds ago?”

“I — is it weird that — fuck,” the words got stuck in her mouth when the vibrator started buzzing against her clit again, she didn’t even register that Johnny had kneeled down so he could press it right where she needed the most, too focused on the others.

“What’s weird, baby?” He cooed, urging her to keep going.

She cried, head falling forward, thighs clasping together but it wasn’t enough to dim the sensation of the vibrations and the sucking on her clit. “That both turn — turn me — fuck — turn me on.”

They chuckled but shook their heads.

“Not the weirdest shit that turns you on,” Jeno said.

“But to be praised you need to be good, princess,” Jaemin teased, and she didn’t bother lifting her gaze and looking at him, trying to fight back the orgasm while the toy was working on her at such high speed was the only thing she could focus at the moment.

“I think she has been good,” Jaehyun pointed out, smiling at the way her body was twitching under Johnny, but she didn’t move at all to pull away or stop the torture in any way. She had always been too headstrong when she had to prove a point.

“What do you say, Jeno? Should we let her come?” Johnny asked, raising the vibrations higher, making her head snap up, watery eyes looking up at him, begging him to say yes.

Jeno smirked, he was tempted to say ‘no’ and see how much she could last but didn’t. “She was good. Let her come.”

Her body slumped against Johnny in relief, and the older laughed. “You heard him, come.” And she let go, body relaxing while her muscles finally let go of all the pent-up tension, she started shaking in Johnny’s arms and only stopped when the climax passed.

“Why are you — mhh — why are you looking at me like that?” She asked when her eyes moved up and she met Johnny’s mocking face.

“You said you could take more than us and you’re already wrecked,” he pointed out. “We didn’t even start and I’m sure there’s so much more that turns you on.”

“I can, I’m not tired,” she replied, daring eyes looking into his.

“Let’s see,” Jeno said, standing up to scoop her up from the floor and place her on the couch again. “Didn’t she have a thing for… what was that?”

“Free use?” Johnny continued, tilting his head.

“Yeah. Maybe we should leave you here, bent over,” he said, pushing her chest against the backrest and parting her legs on the seats, “blindfolded,” he whispered, “and each of us will fuck you in every hole and you will have no idea who’s doing what. Do you like that?”

She should’ve hesitated, at least to pretend she had a bit of dignity left, but nothing but “Yes, please, just… use me,” passed through her mind and slid right out of her mouth like a plea.

“Is that what you want, bunny?” Jaemin asked, walking around the couch to come in front of her.

“Yes, please. Fuck me dumb,” she begged, looking up at him before turning around to look at the others.

Before she could beg another time, she felt them all over her. Jaemin was busy kissing her, intensely but rather slowly, taking his time. While she could feel Jaehyun and Jeno’s fingers brush against the skin of her back, causing shivers to run down her spine.

She gasped in Jaemin’s mouth when Jeno pushed two fingers inside her pussy, the cold steel of his rings making her squirm more under his touch.

“Mhh, fuck,” she moaned when Jaehyun moved a hand under her, his fingers making circles on her already sensitive clit.

And she wouldn’t have minded if they kept going like this, but, in the blink of an eye, Johnny was downstairs again — not that she ever saw him leaving in the first place.

“I saw you were well equipped with the lube,” he teased, throwing the bottle to Jaehyun, but she could barely turn around because Jaemin forced her head forward, still nibbling at her lips and whispering teasing words. “And for the blindfold… I guess this bandana will do,” he said, lifting up one of her bandanas, red and silky. “I hope we won’t ruin it, it seems… rather good.”

She hummed mindlessly, watching as Jaemin took a step to the side to let Johnny come in front of her. She looked up, meeting his eyes one last time before her vision went blank.

He gently placed the fabric around her head, covering her eyes before his fingers moved skillfully to close it around the back of her head, tight enough to make it stay in place but not too much to hurt her.

“Is it good, baby?” He asked, brushing her lips and then pinching her chin.

“Yeah, ‘s good.”

“Great,” Johnny cooed.

“Fuck, who’s — umh — who’s that?” She moaned in a choked voice when a finger slipped past her asshole.

“What, baby?” Jaehyun cooed. “You loved that last time.”

“Yeah, I — ummh — I wasn’t expecting that,” she mumbled, breath getting heavier as both he and Jeno started thrusting faster.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that if I scroll through your favorites again it will be full of anal, am I right?” Johnny mocked. Well, he did scroll through more of it, and he knew that was true, just like plenty of other things he planned of doing that night. She couldn’t see but from his voice, she got that he was still standing in front of her. “I said, am I right?” He talked again, slapping her cheek with his cock, surprising her.

“Yes — yes,” she replied.

“You looked terrified when I proposed to you,” Jaemin chuckled. “We really have a bad influence on you,” he cooed, pushing his thumb inside her mouth. “Your mother was right.”

“Bet your mom still thinks you’re her innocent, little daughter,” Jeno teased, inserting the third finger inside her cunt, chuckling at the way she was dripping down the couch.

“Maybe we should show her your internet history,” Johnny said.

“No,” she screamed.

“No?” He cooed, “Why? Will she be ashamed of you? Stop talking to you because she hates knowing you get off such disgusting things? Degradation? Free use? Blackmail? Spitting? How nasty, baby, so fucking nasty.”

She nodded, head falling against the couch because she felt the old familiar sensation build up again.

“What if our other friends find out?” Jaemin teased, wetting his lips as he stared at her body reacting to his words.

“N-no, you can’t tell ‘em,” she breathed out, but her words contradicted the way her body trembled and a rush made her skin burn up.

“You don’t want them to know?” Johnny asked. “You don’t want rumors to run around town fast about you? Think about it… you might have your dream come true.”

“No, no. I — I — fuck — I don’t want them to — shit — know.”

“Then do exactly what we order and then, if you can satisfy us, no words will slip out of our mouths,” Johnny whispered, his deep voice hitting right against her earbud making her shiver and the fantasy of being blackmailed turned her more than she wanted to admit. More cum dripped down as she clenched hard around Jaehyun and Jeno’s fingers.

“Mouth open,” he ordered, and she followed, lips falling open and tongue sticking out.

The flow of air in her lungs immediately dimed down when he pushed in completely, his tip reaching the back of her throat before he pushed all the way out.

But she wanted more, she couldn’t stand feeling just fingers and she couldn’t let them know in any way. So she pushed back, wiggling her ass, trying to make them understand but it wasn’t like they didn’t know… they wanted to see, to hear her beg, to watch her break.

“Please,” she coughed when Johnny pulled out, “fuck me.”

“You’re not in the position to commend,” Jeno replied, one hand cupping her ass cheek and squeezing tight.

“But if you don’t want to fuck her, I can do it instead,” Jaemin said, urging at least one of them to do something because teasing her meant to tease each other just as much.

“You already had her mouth,” Jeno huffed, pulling out, cleaning his cum stained fingers on her inner thigh. “I’m sure you can wait.”

“You can wait too,” Jaehyun replied, pushing Jeno to the side. “Need to fuck her first.”

“Wait, why?” Jeno asked annoyed, glaring at him.

“I was here first, and you had her for so long last time,” Jaehyun groaned, pouring more lube on his hard cock, pumping up and down before he pushed his tip against her hole.

“Oh, honey,” Johnny cooed, caressing her cheek but never stopping moving in and out of her mouth, “you’re making them fight over you. Yeah, you love that, don’t you? That they can’t wait to be inside of you and ruin you.”

She tried to nod, but he didn’t need it to know that she loved it, the way her eyes fluttered close was enough.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun moaned when he bottomed out, feeling how tight her ass still was, no matter how much he had stretched her.

“Breathe,” Johnny ordered, pulling out of her, spit rolling down her chin as her nails dug into the couch.

“Fuck, Jae,” she moaned, back arching, torn between wanting more and already feeling like it was too much.

“What, baby? You already had me don’t — fuck — be so shocked,” he replied, groaning, hands wrapping around her waist tighter as he pulled her against him with more force.

“N-no, it’s good,” she replied before her mouth fell open again, blindly searching for Johnny’s cock again.

Jaemin laughed, “Somebody’s eager. Want to suck him?”

She nodded, tongue still out and the sight would’ve been enough to make them come, but they both groaned before Johnny pushed into her warm mouth again.

“Since you’re — fuck — so eager, take it all,” he groaned, fingers wrapping around her hair to hold her head still. “That’s what you want. That’s all you need — fuck. Want them to touch you, too?” He asked and she barely managed to nod. And her eyes, hiding behind the red fabric, rolled in the back of her head when Jeno and Jaemin’s hands started roaming on her body, touching and teasing her everywhere.

“Bet you would want even more, isn’t it right?” Jeno teased while his fingers pinched her nipple, making her let out a broken moan around Johnny’s girth. “Maybe we should spread the news around and let more people pass you around.”

“Would you want that, baby?” Jaemin’s gentle tone teased. “Would you let them?”

She shook her head, body squirming more as she felt another orgasm build up.

“No? Are you all ours?” He asked, hand creeping down to play with her clit.

“Yes, fuck, yours,” she spluttered when Johnny pulled out, making her gasp for air.

“Remember you have to prove it to us,” Johnny said, voice deep and stern. “Unless you don’t want all of our friends to know about your little secrets… we might not let them fuck you,” he whispered against her ear, “but we might fuck you while they watch you.” He chuckled when she shivered and a louder moan rolled out of her lips. “Yeah, you’d love that, don’t you?”

“I bet a few of them would be boiling in anger, eager to get their hands on you,” Jeno added. “And yet, you picked your favorites and it’s not them, what a shame. They can only watch while we get to ruin you.”

She wanted to hold it in, she thought she could hold it in but when those words rolled out of his mouth, she lost it. Slumping forward her legs trembled hard, and the orgasm shook her from head to toe.

“I’m sorry. I — fuck — I didn’t mean to,” she cried, still shaking from overstimulation because Jaehyun was still buried deep into her, and Jaemin’s fingers were moving on her clit.

“You can come as much as you want,” Johnny said. “All you need to do is take us, so if you tire yourself so much, well, that’s your problem. Remember, you don’t want your mother to know about the filthy things you listen to.”

“No, no, I can — fuck — take it,” she mumbled.

“Good, then take us,” he groaned, thrusting into her mouth again.

And her mind went blank again as they started fucking her at the same time. Jaehyun’s hands were tightly wrapped around her waist as he pounded from behind, strokes hard and deep, leaving her trembling under his firm hold. Johnny’s hand was holding her head up, moving her exactly how he wanted, balls slapping against her chin as he pushed down her throat, leaving no space for hair to pass through. She could only recognize Jaemin and Jeno’s hands because of the metal on Jeno’s fingers, but the way both pairs were teasing her body made her mind get even emptier.

“It’s like you were made for us,” Jaehyun groaned, eyes fixed where their bodies met, watching her tight hole suck his cock in with every thrust. “Your tight ass is begging for more. Wonder if you could take two at the same time.”

A muffled whimper resonated around Johnny’s length at the idea of being fucked even more by them at an inhumane stretch.

“Yes, fuck,” Johnny moaned, feeling his orgasm build up. “Is this what turns you on?” He hummed, balls slamming harder against her chin. “Being passed around and filled with cum. You love being — fuck — left all dripping, our cum rolling down your thighs, — fuck — sticking to your skin?”

She mumbled around his length and Jaehyun could feel her squeeze harder around his cock.

“You’re so fucking disgusting,” Jaehyun mocked, slapping her ass. “Dreaming about so many men fucking you, filling you up. Fuck,” he groaned when she came again with no warning. “I’m gonna fill you up, do you want that?” He asked as if he didn’t know the answer. “Of course, you want — shit — you need it.”

And soon after they both came inside of her, filling her from both sides, groans, and moans mixing with the disgusting, lewd sounds of their cum squelching out of her.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun whispered, leaning down to kiss her should. “You’re always so good.”

“Come here,” Jeno said, wrapping a hand around her waist when the other two pulled back, and moved her around, letting her rest against the couch. “Need to try a new position,” he cooed, dragging her so her head was dangling out from the armrest of the couch.

“Mmph,” she moaned when Jaemin smeared her wetness on her skin before pushing a finger inside.

“Can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he hummed, staring at the mess between her legs with a smug smile, her cum rolling down, mixing with Jaehyun’s that was slowly dripping out of her asshole.

“I need this out of the way,” Jeno said, taking the blindfold off, making her blink repeatedly as she adjusted to the light again, briefly noting how the sun was starting to go down, the only sign telling her how much time had passed since they started. “God, you’re so pretty even when you’re covered in cum,” he whispered before he kissed her roughly, one hand cupping her cheek and the other in her hair.

She moaned in the kiss when she felt Jaemin make his way inside of her wet cunt, fingers slipping out and cock stretching her, leaving her breathless for a few seconds.

“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned, before gripping the back of her knees and pushing her legs flat against her chest.

“Fuck, too deep,” she cried, lifting her head to look at him, a smug smirk on his face.

“You can take me, baby. You can be my good girl like you were before, right?” He cooed, leaning in to get closer to her face, kissing her gently.

“Ye-yes,” she replied, eyes blinking lazily as she relaxed against the soft seat underneath her.

“And you can take my cock, too, right?” Jeno brought her attention back to him, while Jaemin sat straight again and started thrusting faster. “I still don’t know what your mouth feels like.” The tip of his cock pushed against her lips and they parted immediately to welcome him in. The upside-down position was a bit uncomfortable but she didn’t dwell on it much because Jaemin was bringing her too much pleasure, and the discomfort was worth it when Jeno started to groan and moan louder.

“Fuck,” Jaemin moaned, head thrown back and mouth open. “Your pussy feels so good, baby. So much better than your pretty mouth.”

Her hands slapped against Jeno’s thighs, pushing him away.

“What? You know how to suck everybody’s dick but mine?” He asked, looking down at her, watching as she struggled to catch her breath.

“No, I — I can, I — I’m trying,” she mumbled.

Jeno rolled his eyes. “Think you can take it for real this time or will you disappoint again?”

“I won’t,” she mumbled, “I won’t disappoint, please.”

“Beg for it,” he ordered. “Beg for me to give you another chance with my cock.”

“Please — fuck — Jeno, please let me — mmph — let me suck you. I’ll do well, I’ll make you feel so good.”

“You better,” he said, pushing against her mouth again, sliding in. “After all the fucking praises they gave you, I expect you to be good at this.”

She hummed around him, trying to keep her focus on her breathing and stop her brain from forgetting even the bare minimum to don’t pass out. It wasn’t harder because of the position — well, maybe, a bit more — or because he was too big, but because her brain was too far gone.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” Jeno moaned, starting to move his hips back and forth.

“So pretty getting fucked like that,” Johnny commented, his hand on her body, massaging her breast.

“You’re so messy, baby,” Jaemin mocked, rubbing his hand on her clit, smearing the cum around, sticking to her skin. “Our messy pretty doll.”

“Are you gonna come again?” Johnny teased, staring at her body. “No?” He cooed when she shook her head — tried to shake her head. “Oh, doll, think I don’t know your body? Think I don’t know the way your back arches when you’re close? Or the way your nails dig in anything they can find because it’s too much for you? Think we don’t know you’re so pathetic that anything makes you come so easily?”

She mumbled around Jeno’s length, eyes squeezing tight and body heating up because it was embarrassing he could read her so easily just after the second time together. And it was humiliating that it took them nothing to make her come.

“As I thought,” Johnny mocked with a smug smirk that she couldn’t see. “Let me guess… if I just touch you here…” he whispered, fingers grazing her clit, “you’ll come again.”

And she did, the nth orgasm of the night ripped out of her, leaving her breathless, trying to gasp for air since Jeno pulled out of her to make her breathe. But this one was longer, exhaustingly longer, since Jaemin’s cock kept thrusting deep into her, and Johnny’s fingers moved fast on her clit and she came again. Squirting everywhere and unexpectedly, a stream of broken moans, cries and curses coming out of her lips as the orgasm almost knocked her out.

“Fuck, doll,” Jaemin groaned. “God, how much do you have?” He asked in surprise when it kept coming. “No, don’t shake, it’s alright, it’s okay, babydoll,” he cooed, dragging her closer to him, body resting completely against the couch seats now as he shielded her with his.

“Too much,” she cried, voice barely coming out and tears rolling down her face, her legs were limp and the only thing keeping them in position was Jaemin’s hand and his body pressing against it.

“Just a bit more,” he whispered, kissing her. “Be good and take my cum.”

Her head rolled back, lower lip tortured by her teeth as she tried to hold in the moans, her hands found the strength to lift up and wrapped around Jaemin’s back, pushing him closer.

“Need to feel you,” she cried as her fingers dangled in his hair. “Ki-kiss me, please, please.”

“Here,” he whispered, leaning down to meet her lips and trap them in a long kiss. Hips starting to falter as he felt closer.

The other three looked at them with a playful smirk on their faces. It was fun seeing her so broken and yet needy. And still, it wasn’t enough for her to make it stop.

“Nana, please,” she almost screamed, nails digging into the skin of his back as she felt once again over the edge.

“Yes, baby, I’m — fuck — here. Come with me?”

She nodded, wet eyes looking up at him and lips shaking, moans getting louder when his hands reached the small of her back and lifted her lower body up, pulling her closer to him, going deeper before he leaned down again, trapping her body under his. And that was enough to trigger her orgasm, walls squeezing so tight, Jaemin couldn’t hold it in either.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moaned, head falling in the crook of her neck, teeth sinking into her skin. “Perfect, fuck, you’re so good,” he praised, leaving one last kiss on her lips before he pulled out. An embarrassing amount of cum dripping out of her and falling on the couch.

She felt her head dizzy, ears buzzing and vision blurry, body limp as she laid there, trying to catch her breath and stop her legs from shaking when Jeno lifted her up again.

“Come here, baby,” he cooed, making her sit on his lap, her eyes widened when she felt his tip prod at her entrance.

“What — what are you doing?” She asked, voice raspy and sore, looking back at him with big wide wet eyes.

Jeno chuckled, “What am I doing? Really, baby? You disappointed me before, don’t you think so? You never pay attention to me,” he pouted, bobbing her nose, a sweet contrast to the way he was manhandling her on top of him

“I don’t — I can’t anymore,” she stuttered.

“No, shh, you can, remember? You don’t want your mom to find out how nasty you are. Imagine her face if she heard all those things you have on your phone,” he cooed, pushing her down on him, her head rolled back and a groan ripped past her throat. “That’s right, baby, just fall back into my arms,” he groaned, wrapping his hands around her waist and moving her up and down, “and moan for me. Want to hear those pretty sounds you make.”

And she would’ve done that if only her throat wasn’t completely sore.

“Open your mouth and lift your head.” Johnny’s voice made her come back to earth — well, partially, because she was too far gone, and her body was following their commands automatically. “Drink up, baby.”

“Is — is it water?”

“No, vodka,” he joked, pressing the glass against her lips, waiting for her to open up before he gently inclined it, the cold liquid rolled down her throat and she found a glimpse of relief. “Better?” He asked and she nodded.

Her head fell back as soon as Jeno started moving again. But it snapped up when she felt Johnny’s cock prod against her swollen cunt.

“Johnny, no,” she cried, biting her lips, feeling another orgasm build up. “Two is too much.”

He laughed, “I thought you were a big girl and you could take it,” he mocked, teasing her entrance, only pushing his fat tip inside, already making her toes curl. “Aren’t you?”

She mumbled something, nodding, shaking her head, or whatever…

“So, is it red?” He asked, tilting a brow, waiting for a stop sign, but that never came. She shook her head and when the words ‘no, it’s not,’ slipped past her lips, he pushed inside, bottoming into her. Her nails dug into the skin of his arms, and she hid her face in the crook of Jeno’s neck.

“Fuck, you two are — shit — too big,” she whimpered. “But — but I like it, fuck, I love it so much.”

“That’s it, good,” Johnny moaned, turning her face around and kissing her hard while they started to work together, finding the rhythm that worked the best. “We’ll keep fucking you until there’s nothing left but those filthy thoughts in your brain,” he groaned, hands slipping behind her knees and pushing her legs pressed against her chest. “Until your mind’s so empty that you’ll be nothing but — fuck — our little fuckdoll, how’s that sound?”

She didn’t answer, but if the hums and nods of agreement weren’t enough to show how much she loved it, the way her walls squeezed around them, was.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Jeno groaned, squeezing her boob, feeling her clench even more. “Want to be fucked senseless until not a single — fuck — ounce of responsibility and control weighs over you? Until your mind breaks?”

“Yeah, yeah, please,” she moaned before another orgasm washed over and drained all that was left of sanity out of her.

“You’re such a good girl.” She could faintly make out Jaemin’s voice praising her and then his lips kissing her neck while his hand grabbed hers and guided it on his cock, making her work him up and down. “Open your mouth,” he whispered, smiling when her lips parted more and he could easily slip two fingers inside. “Just suck and relax,” he ordered, eyes glistening as he watched her eyelids flutter close and her chest pant slower.

“Someone really loves sucking on things,” Jaehyun cooed, smirking at the scene in front of him. “Maybe you should keep your mouth full more often,” he proposed.

“Yeah, give you lollipops so you can — fuck — fulfil your needs with them when you don’t have our cocks,” Johnny groaned. “Hey, are you asleep?” He asked, lightly slapping her cheek, making her open her glossy eyes and shake her head.

They chuckled. “She’s just following your order of don’t think at all, right?” Jaehyun cooed while his hand travelled on her body. “Jesus, you’re so messy,” he whispered when he reached her clit, there was cum everywhere, and Johnny was pumping it in and out more, making it messier.

“Are you — fuck — gonna come again?” Jeno asked when he felt her inside twitch more and her body squirm against his.

She nodded, humming around Jaemin’s fingers, sucking at them with eagerness, and came again and again, she had no idea, the orgasm was so strong that she couldn’t describe the end of it.

“Johnny,” she mumbled, eyes snapping open when he pushed his hand against her tummy.

“Do you see it?” He asked, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her head to look down. “See my cock moving in and out of you? See how big it is? How deep it fucks you? How you were made just for this?”

She moaned, gagging when Jaemin pushed his fingers deeper, and a river of spit drooled down her breasts before he pulled out, making her breathe.

“You fuck me — mmph — so good,” she cried, still looking down, quite amazed by the way she could see the outline of his cock. She would’ve stared longer if only Jeno didn’t push her back again against him, turning her face around and kissing her hard, his other hand gripping around her waist harder, leaving marks on her skin.

“Open your mouth,” Jeno ordered and she smiled, already knowing what was coming, stomach curling in anticipation. “Fuck, no hesitation this time,” he chuckled mockingly before spitting in her mouth. “Fucking pathetic.”

“Are you tired?” Johnny cooed, cupping her cheek, grinning when she nodded lazily. “We’re not done with you, babydoll.”

“Thought you could take it,” Jeno groaned against her neck, lifting her up more so he could slam into her faster. “What happened to being our free use toy? Don’t want that anymore?”

“No, no, I — I do, I — fuck — nggh,” she cried, head falling behind, no more strength on her neck to keep it up.

“You still do?” Jaehyun asked, and she nodded, more tears rolling down her face as the overstimulation was seriously getting too much but she didn’t want to stop. She needed them to come into her, fill her more.

“Of course,” Jeno moaned. “Want to go around dripping cum, being bent over any surface at any time, don’t you?”

She nodded, eyes fluttering open to meet Jaemin’s face, contorted in pleasure as he moved her hand on his cock faster.

“You want that?” Johnny cooed, slapping her face light enough to make her eyes open and stare into his. “Want to be our little cum dump, baby?”

“Yes, yes, please,” her voice broke as soon as they started moving faster, Johnny leaned closer, pressing her body between his and Jeno’s making her head spin so fast and feel so small she could come only by that.

“Then beg for it,” Jeno groaned, throwing his head back because it was getting too much even for them. The wet sounds of their skins, her soft, hoarse moans, the warmth of her insides, these fantasies they never even imagined finding hot, everything was too much. “Come on, let me hear your pretty voice — fuck — beg for it. Beg to be pumped full of cum.”

“Please,” she whimpered, voice airy and chest panting faster than before. “Please, a — ahh.”

“That was pathetic,” Johnny mocked, a deep laugh rumbling from his chest. “Try again, doll. And look at me while you beg.”

She huffed, eyes barely opening, heart fluttering at the way he was looking at her. “Ple-please, — come inside of me — mmph — please.”

“Is this all you have to give?” Jeno laughed. “You don’t understand — fuck. No, listen to me,” he groaned when she tried to retort. “Beg for it and tell us exactly what you need. If I don’t — shit — hear those words slip out of your dirty mouth like I want to,” he growled, turning her face around, forcing her lips open, spit rolling down her throat again, “we will come all over you and you’ll come over and over again with that vibrator until there’s nothing to drain out of you, got it?”

She hummed, head bobbing up and down quickly before Johnny turned her face around again. “Your throat’s a little sore, isn’t it?” He asked, lower lip pouting out and she nodded. “Need to wet it? Yes? Then open your mouth,” he ordered.

“You — you, there’s no water,” she said, looking at the empty glass sitting on the table behind him.

He laughed, “who talked about water? Open. Up,” he ordered, voice dropping low, making her obey immediately. “Good,” he smirked before his spit rolled down her tongue too. “And now beg.”

“Please, give me — give me your cum,” she whimpered. “I want to be filled — no — fuck — I — mmph — I need to be filled, need your cum, need to be your — your dirty messy doll, please. Fuck me full, n-nhh, ahhh, fuck me til I’m a — a leaking mess.”

“See, it wasn’t that fucking hard,” Jeno praised, wrapping a hand around her neck but applying no pressure, just to keep her body up, noticing she was going limper every passing second.

“Now we can give you what you need,” Johnny groaned, looking over at Jeno that nodded at his silent words. “Come with us, one last time, come on, you can do that.”

She saw white when the last orgasm hit, leaving her trembling, squeezed between their bodies, tears spilling free and once again transparent fluid squirting out of her, making a mess on Johnny’s abs and her own tummy.

“You — fuck — feel so good,” Jeno groaned, coming inside of her, hips moving lazily, pumping into her and she felt like she could feel their cocks slamming into her much more now, seriously too stimulated. And only when Johnny came, too much cum filling her up, already sliding out of her even if he was still inside, her squirting stopped, and her body chased shaking.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jaehyun and Jaemin mumbled at the same time, their hands on their cocks moving faster, reaching their high too and as soon as Johnny pulled back from her body, they let their cum fall on her tummy and boobs, painting her skin white.

“Good girl,” Johnny and Jeno moaned at the same time. Jeno was leaving kisses against her neck and Johnny moved back her hair from her face, caressing her burning wet cheek. “Our good fucking girl.”

“Guess we won’t tell anything to your mother,” they laughed, pulling away slowly, a copious amount of cum dripping out of her, making a mess on the couch and on the floor. But she couldn’t care, her eyes were too heavy and her body was wrecked, so she slipped into a deep sleep before she could say or do anything else.

“What the hell,” she mumbled, turning around on… her bed? She stood up, feeling sore, and looked around, noticing that yes, she was in her room, her body was clean and she was covered with a big sweater. “Are they still here?” She questioned under her breath, hearing sounds coming from downstairs.

“Look who’s up,” Jaemin said when she entered the living room, turning around from the couch and smiling at her.

“I hope you cleaned it before sitting on it,” she said, walking toward them, groaning when she felt her muscles burn with every step.

“Yeah, we’re not that dumb,” Jeno replied. “How do you feel?”

She shrugged, sitting on Johnny’s lap, snuggling close to his body. “Wrecked.”

“Go back to sleep, then?” Jaehyun said.

She shook her head, rubbing her eyes. “My body is tired but not my mind.”

“Here,” Jaehyun said, walking toward her. “You need water.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, grabbing the glass and gulping it in one go.

“Better?” Johnny asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, watching as she nodded and waited for Jaehyun to pour another one.

“You fell asleep so soon before, we were afraid we pushed you too much,” Jeno confessed.

She shook her head, placing the glass on the coffee table and snuggling back close to Johnny. “I’m fine, I was just exhausted,” she chuckled. “If I wanted to stop, I would’ve used the safeword,” she reassured them, hands playing with the sleeves of her sweater nervously.

“Okay,” Johnny said when his gaze fell there, and he could feel her shift uncomfortably on top of him. “What’s going on?”

“What?” She asked, lifting her head up to look at him.

“You’re nervous, you have something going on in your mind, what’s that?”

She huffed, he did know her too well. “I… I had fun, so much fun, but… what if this changed the way you see me? What if you really think I’m gross,” she whispered, looking down at her hand.

“Hey,” Jeno cooed, lifting her head up with two fingers. “You threw up on me at a party, I think that’s the thing that should’ve made me change the way I see you, and here we are.”

“Shut up,” she said, slapping his hand away, and cringing at the memory. Fair, that was humiliating, and there was no need to be reminded.

“Anyway, I’m serious, and I think that’s the same for all of us, right?” He said, looking at his other friends.

“Yeah, also maybe you awoke those fantasies in us, too,” Jaemin commented. “I mean, that was hot in a way I never imagined.”

“So, you were only playing those fantasies, right?”

“Of course, we were,” Johnny said, his hand caressing the skin on her thigh in circles. “And you did such a good job taking so much, you know that right?” He whispered, making her smile shyly and once again look at the floor. “Also, you mean too much for us to think that some silly fantasies will ruin what we think of you.”

“Yeah, also you do tend to worry too much every day, so I’m not so shocked that during sex you want to shut your brain off completely,” Jaemin added, showing her his usual reassuring smile.

“So, you get it! Like, that’s why I like it so much, I know it’s weird but, but I trust you and I can just loosen up, you know? I know giving up control can be a lot but when it’s with the right person… well, in this case, people, it feels so good. I feel like I carry so much weight every day that I just want to turn my brain off when I know I’m safe.”

“And that’s totally valid,” Johnny whispered, resting his chin on top of her shoulder.

“We weren’t expecting so much degradation, though,” Jeno said. “You do start crying at the smallest criticism.”

“But it’s different. It’s more about being talked down at, it’s the tone, the teasing, also… being challenged makes me want to prove something so yeah, you know I’ve always been extremely competitive, and I have to prove a point. And the back and forth with degradation and praises just… does something to me, I guess,” she explained, or at least tried to, it wasn’t like she broke down her kinks every day, some part of it just felt good with no need to give an explanation.

They hummed, it made sense somehow.

“As long as you’re enjoying it, it’s fine for us. It was just surprising, especially because you seem to really be into it,” Jaehyun said, a teasing smile on his lips that made her lower her head.

“You know, I wasn’t surprised about the praise kink at all, considering how eager you are at getting praises and how you do cartwheels every time someone compliments you,” Johnny commented, chuckling tenderly.

“Not my fault. Blame it on being a failed gifted kid, my desire for academic validation and trauma,” she replied with a pout, making them laugh.

“So you’re not even shocked anymore, right? You won’t let this slip with anybody else?”

“Nah, I think that nothing about you can shock us anymore,” Jaemin replied.

“Maybe she keeps dead bodies in her freezer,” Jaehyun joked.

“Maybe the first one will be yours.” She faked an evil smile while looking at him, making him laugh.

“Don’t worry, by the way, we won’t tell anybody,” Johnny reassured her, caressing her back.

“Yeah, also because I don’t want — we don’t want anybody else to have you,” Jeno added, trying to shrug the furrow on his face.

“Good. I got so lost before I didn’t even fear you weren’t okay with this but then you know, after nut clarity was like a cold shower,” she giggled, feeling her heart lighter knowing that they still valued her the same.

“We had the time of our lives, I think it was pretty clear,” Jaehyun replied.

“Yeah, you are good,” Jaemin said. “Like, not only because well, of course, you are attractive and that’s good but you know, it’s you. We’ve known you so long we feel the same safeness that you feel even if our roles are different.”

“I agree,” Johnny said. “I don’t think I’ll feel as comfortable as I feel with you with somebody else. Maybe a girlfriend, after some months, but with a stranger? Not knowing their limits? Not being able to read them and see what gets them the most?”

“Okay so you were all terrible boyfriends,” she joked.

“Nah, when you date someone it’s different because you know them, the problems are one-night stands,” Jeno replied.

“But you weren’t expecting this even from me… Our first time was like a one-night stand.” That was what it was supposed to be.

“Yeah, but trust me when I say that we can read your body. And after last time, I’m pretty sure we can all tell what’s running in your mind while we’re fucking you,” Johnny said and she hummed, hiding in the crook of his neck. “Oh, please, acting shy now?”

“It’s weird when I’m lucid,” she mumbled against him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You don’t even want a few praises when your brain’s with us?” Jaemin asked, chuckling when she moved again and stared at him.

“No, I always want praises.”

“Fine, so, in case you were wondering,” he started saying, “you were so good, and we all loved trying those gross things with you so you can sleep at night with no worries, okay?”

She hummed, still feeling a bit shy, but she knew she was just still overwhelmed by everything because there was no awkwardness in the air.

“And since you’ve been such a good girl,” Johnny said, looking at the others, making her do the same, “we have a surprise for you.”

“I can’t take another round,” she said immediately.

“It’s not another round, girl, you milked the fuck out of us give us some time to refill,” Jeno replied.

“You’re always so gross,” she huffed, looking at him with a disgusted expression.

“You are the one talking,” he said and she was about to reply when Jaemin stopped their small bickering.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered her. She could see he was holding something behind his back, but followed the order. “Open.”

“You baked the muffins?” She exclaimed with a big smile on her face, looking at the tray full of sweets.

“We thought you deserved a treat after everything you took,” Jaehyun replied, smiling at her.

“Yeah, and it turned out that on your phone, other than those nasty audios there was also the recipe,” Johnny joked, making her roll her eyes.

“Talking about my phone,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and glaring at Johnny. “Give it back to me.”

“Is there more that you’re hiding?” He asked, eyes wide in shock but taking the phone from his pocket and handing it to her.

“Maybe…” she whispered, turning around to grab the muffin. “Should we see if you’re good at baking as you’re good at fucking?”

“I think that will disappoint you, then,” Jaehyun joked, moving from the armchair to reach the plate on the coffee table.

“Come on, they won’t be so bad,” Jaemin said, doing the same.

“Mhh,” she moaned after a bite, “these are good,” she mumbled, swallowing.

Johnny took a bite and hummed in agreement, “they are good, but they won’t make you run away from your kinks, what’s worse than we already know?”

She rolled her eyes. “Why do you want to know? Are we going to do this again?”

They all shrugged. “Why not?” they asked all together and she sighed, they always knew how to be synchronized when they wanted to.

“You like it, right?” Jaehyun asked. “And it’s not like you, or any of us, is seeing someone? Isn’t this safer and better than random sex?”

“I can’t always take the four of you,” she said after swallowing another bite of the sweet. “Sure, I like it but it’s a lot.”

“We don’t come in a pack,” Jeno said, voice almost bitter. She furrowed looking at him, not understanding his shift, but then shrugged it off.

“I liked the conversation about my kinks better,” she whispered, biting her lip nervously.

“Hey, if you don’t want that to happen again, we won’t make it happen,” Johnny reassured, caressing her shoulder.

“It’s not that I don’t want it to happen again,” she sighed. “But that would make us... friends with benefits? And what if… what if this goes wrong?”

“Then let’s not think about it,” Jaemin said, trying to lighten up the room again. “Let’s stay like this, if something happens, it happens and if we can keep our pants on, that’s okay too.”

“I just don’t want to lose you,” she said, hoping they could understand. But at this point, she was confused too. It had been hard also for her to pretend that nothing happened, not that they wanted to delete that summer night, but they were trying to avoid it from happening again. But she couldn’t deny that she was more touchy than usual and she saw them in a slightly different light than the usual, not a love light, but the attraction was there, so dense they could’ve cut it with a knife and she had no idea where it would’ve led them.

“We don’t want to lose you either,” Johnny said. “But if this will happen again… tell us just one more, please,” he pouted, tickling her, making her laugh.

“Stop, I could’ve choked,” she said, coughing, placing the empty cup of the muffin on the table. “No judging, but you have to promise me for real this time,” she said, glaring at them with a scary pointer finger.

“Yeah, go on, nothing scares us anymore,” Jaemin encouraged her.

“I might have a breeding kink too,” she confessed, eyes drifting on them to see their reactions.

“Shit, breeding, too?” Johnny gasped.

“Oh, hell no, we’re not putting a baby inside you,” Jeno said, shaking his head.

“Dummy, it’s not actually wanting a baby,” she explained, rolling her eyes. “It’s the intimacy and the possessiveness. I don’t know, I can’t give you an explanation and I won’t because you don’t deserve it, you promised you weren’t going to judge but you did.”

“We’re not judging the kink but weren’t you terrified of pregnancy?” Jeno asked.

“It’s not that,” she huffed. “It’s hot, I don’t know why, let me breathe,” she sighed. “I swear I’ll get something embarrassing that turns you on out of your mouth and will tease you for the rest of your life.”

“Oh, come here,” Jeno said, moving her on top of him and leaving a small peck on her lips, “we’re just messing with you. It’s okay to just enjoy being filled with cum and don’t give a philosophical explanation,” he joked and she whined more. “I hate you,” she mumbled against his chest, even if, well, he wasn’t so wrong and maybe the main reason was that.

“Come on, stop messing with her,” Jaehyun said, getting up and stretching. “It’s not that late, should we have our small party anyway?”

“I’ll pick the movie,” she said, lifting a hand,

“You will fall asleep halfway through, you won’t pick anything,” Jeno said.

“I don’t care, gonna grab more food and some drinks,” Jaemin said, excluding himself from their discussion and going to the kitchen.

When they finally picked a movie they all tried to squeeze on her couch, leading to her sitting on Jeno’s lap, while they eat and drank and talked over the movie because discussing it and criticizing it was more interesting than watching it.

“I’m just going to lay on top of you,” she said, lying sideways, taking space on top of Johnny with her legs and Jeno with her upper body. “I’m not sleeping,” she warned, making them chuckle. She needed to prove Jeno a point, but she was so tired that not even her pride could win over tiredness. So, her eyes fell shut, and the next morning she would’ve blamed it on their soft touches on her skin.

“Damn, we didn’t film it,” Jeno pointed out, fingers playing with her hair, studying her relaxed face, completely zoned out from the movie — he had missed like half of the plot by then.

“We’ve saved it for the next time,” Jaemin replied, sipping from his glass before his cold hand started caressing her leg, making her shiver for a second.

“There will be a next time?” Jaehyun asked, looking at them with a furrow.

Johnny smirked, lips curling in a softer smile when he looked at her, sleeping peacefully. “Trust me, there will be.”

taglist: @kundann

I hope you liked it, let me know what you think, please!!

#nct fanfiction #johnny smut #jaehyun smut #jeno smut #jaemin smut #johnjae smut #nomin smut #suh johnny smut #jeong jaehyun smut #lee jeno smut #na jaemin smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct smut

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neocentral · 5 months

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wherw are the painals 😔 are u into that?

this came to my mind so fast

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon anal, jeno × reader x jaemin

jeno asking jaemin to keep your legs open for him when you won't stop squirming. jaemin sits in front of you and holds your thighs apart with his legs. you can feel his hard cock jump and dig into your stomach with every thrust of jeno's hips. jeno fucks your ass brutally, like a depraved animal. it feels like you’re being split in half, the intrusion unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. it’s agonizing, making you tremble and knocking the air from your lungs. jeno grunts deeply, nearly growling as he forces himself in and out of your hole, stopping every so often to spit when the friction gets painful for him.

your back is sore, the weight of jeno’s body being pressed into your lower back. marks litter your shoulders where jaemin lays harsh pinches when you squirm too much. jeno is sweating, forehead shiny and dripping. you cry and squirm against jaemin's unrelenting grasp, pushing against his biceps that hold you still and try to scream. your cries are muffled by lewd gags and the wet sounds of jaemin sliding his long fingers down your throat, fed up. his dull nails scratch the back of your throat as he forces his fingers in all the way. drool falls from your mouth, pooling on jaemin’s toned abs.

#👍🏼#tw noncon #starring... jeno !#screenplay…#[NEO] play…#jeno x reader #jeno smut #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #nomin x reader #nomin smut #nct x reader #nct smut #nct hard hours #jeno #jaemin #nct #nct dream

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neochan · 4 months

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it’s been far too long since i’ve gotten even remotely high and i think that needs to change sometimes soon :’) i’m thinking about stoner!nomin trying to get u to loosen up at some party, jeno pulling u into his lap while jaemin practically sandwiches you in between them, trying to get you to take a hit and relax a little with them, partially so you’ll be less jumpy at their wandering hands. i’m also thinking about that ra (?) renjun thing you wrote a while ago when we discussed this with him blackmailing u bc that was hot as fuck

oh. okay well since you want me to cry, i will go ahead and do that..seductive, manipulative, stoner!nomin. jeno pulling you on his lap and stuffing a blunt between your pretty lips with jaemin half a second behind in lighting it. “just inhale pretty girl, it’ll make you relax a little” their voices are low and soothing and right in your ear. you take a couple hits, with jaemin cooing at how pretty you are and how good you are at not coughing. and jeno is humming along, loving the feel of you squirming in his lap. soon enough the affect starts taking a hold, calming down your mind and filling your body with a buzz. jaemin and jeno start pulling and pushing, grabbing handfuls of your chest and hips. eyes darling and soft. they’re saying something but you can’t make it out, just enjoying the way jaemin rolls his tongue across your neck and jeno squeezes your thighs. it’s easy enough to get you off jenos lap and onto jaemins. jeno didn’t want you to leave his hold, but the other boy was being so whiny. but this now lets jeno see how fucked out and giggly you are. eyes half lidded and smile stuck to your lips. the blunt is discarded but he can smell it on you. god how he loved that smell and all it meant. “cmon jen, touch me” you giggle. and it takes all his willpower not to strip you down in front of jaemin and the rest of the partygoers. he nods “wanna get her upstairs jaem? seems to be a lot of eyes down here”

#nct dream smut #nct smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut #nomin smut #jaemin x reader x jeno #mutual ! ! hykwrld #aspen 🗺️#the renjun thing too!!! ong i loved that one

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pinkynana · 10 months

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can u do a cnc brother’s bestfriends trope for jeno and jaemin wherein they’ve been eyeing mc for the longest time and finally get to have her all for themselves while she’s sleeping then waking her up to corrupt her 😵‍💫

you see them every thursday bcs it's "boys night" according to your brother. which means every thursday, you're forced to have dinner with them since your parents said that it's rude to bring your meal to your room and not interact with your guests. which is weird and unfair in your opinion bcs they're not your guests.

but whatever with that. through the night, you just kept yourself in your room, letting the boys be boys downstairs.

after a few rounds of video games, jeno suggested that they should have some drinks so jaemin asked your brother to go buy some for them. without further questions, he actually left the house to buy those drinks.

which leaves the two boys around 20 minutes, give and take, to do whatever they wanted with you. and by whatever, that means slapping your face to wake you up, forcing you to take jaemin's cock in your throat while jeno fucked your tight pussy.

#pinky's answers #pinky's anon #nct dream smut #nct smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut #nomin smut

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tyxoxo · 11 months

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ohhh in that case, can i request poly relationship with jeno and jaemin + double penetration? and maybe both of them being really touchy with each other

warnings: fruity nomin, dp, anal, rimming, oral (f&m receiving), pussy slapping, fingering, degrading, butt plugs

a/n: this is vastly different from what i envisioned in my head, which isn’t a bad thing. i just had 2 different versions sitting in my docs, contemplating on which one to follow through with. and i decided to go out of my comfort zone and choose the one with a lil’ crack. hope you enjoy!!

@n0hyuck bless u boo! 🫶🏾

Jeno and Jaemin couldn’t hide the shock on their faces, in fact, they were flabbergasted.

You had just suggested to try out their most sought out fantasy, without even knowing.

“Wait, are you serious?” Jeno eyed your lips, making sure he read them right. Meanwhile, Jaemin began to salivate, knowing he heard you right.

“Yeah! I mean… I know how much you love anal, and I know how much you love creampies, so why not?”

You pointed with your head as the three of you sat along the love seat, labeling Jeno for the former and Jaemin for the latter.

“Okay but babe, you do realize that’s a tight fit, especially for two holes?!” Jaemin held up the number 2 sign in front of his face, being careful to not drop his bowl of ice cream that he purposefully let melt before taking a spoonful.

“I knowww, but…I wanna try. I don’t care if I have to tap out or take breaks. As long as I try, i’m happy. Wouldn’t you be too?”

You turned your head back and forth rather violently, searching their expressions for any sort of giving. Praying that they would atleast try this with you.

Something told you in the pit of your stomach that they were only acting surprised for the sake of not blowing their devious cover. There were too many times to count that you suggested trying something new and hearing a flurry of questions about “where this came about?” Only to discover later that they were waiting on you to make the first move.

None of this meant they weren’t experimental. It just meant that they were verifying that you were sure you wanted to take both of their huge cocks at the same time…or indulge in any other wild fantasy that crossed your mind.

Jeno paused upon taking his third bite of his ice cream, lips barely touching the cold, metal utensil. You kept your eyes trained on your pup boyfriend, watching as he leaned forward to look past you and at the bunny that was to your left.

“Are we deciding or are we just gonna sit here and stuff our faces full of ice cream?”

You broke the silence, head falling backwards in an annoyed sigh. Maybe this is where they drew the line. But based on the amount of times you all spooned together, sweat slicked bodies kissing sloppily on your shared bed,

how was this any different, besides the addition of some double penetration.

“We’ll do it.” Jaemin made the final call, holding in a smug grin as he slurped his Neapolitan ice cream straight from the bowl.

“What! Really?!” You jumped in your seat, causing Jeno to clutch his bowl for dear life, in fear of spilling his dairy treat.

“Yes, now go get yourself ready. You’ll need all the preparation you can get.” Jeno’s tone had turned serious, reminding you that this wouldn’t be a walk in the park.

You hurriedly rose from the couch, grabbing your long finished bowl of ice cream to put in the kitchen sink.

“Okay!! Give me twenty!!” You yelled, the last bit of your sentence turning into a yelp upon Jeno giving a harsh slap to your ass as you skipped off to the kitchen.

The rush of adrenaline would only grow bigger the more you prepared. And hopefully it would be enough to drown out your embarrassment if this ended up being a massive fail.

—

As soon as you closed the door to your shared bedroom, you darted towards the chest that was always kept underneath the bed. In it, was an assortment of toys, collars, and most pertinent to tonight’s events, butt plugs.

Over the months of making things official with this “whole throuple thing”, it only took a few weeks to train yourself up to the various sizes of plugs. Even with three inches in diameter being the largest, it was nowhere near the girth of your partners, not by a long shot. And trying to find anything larger proved futile, even with the help of Jeno’s advanced internet surfing skills.

You rummaged through the box, eventually grabbing the glimmering metal toy. All five of them adorned a heart shape at the base, with rose gold being the unanimous color of choice for every single one.

You tugged along your bottom lip, heart dropping into your stomach at the realization that this was really happening; that they would stuff both your holes full tonight.

With a firm grip on the toy, you powerwalked out of the room to the bathroom, beginning your prep that had no guarantee of being 100% advantageous, but the least you could do was keep the positivity alive,

for your asshole’s sake.

By the time you finished, it was well past twenty minutes. But it was worth it. You did all of the proper washing, and freshening up, in addition to welcoming the toy inside your puckering hole.

You hoped that Jeno or Jaemin didn’t hear you gasp from the pressure as you inserted it slowly. But considering the Shonen anime blasting from the living room tv, you were drowned out accordingly.

With a brief, mental pep talk, you stood up quickly to force yourself through the initial discomfort. Staring at your now-naked figure in the mirror helped the tightness subside, albeit at a snail’s pace.

The amount of times you jogged through the house at times like these were too many to recall, but it was all part of your jittery excitement. Jaemin was the first to notice you frolic back to the bedroom with your clothes in hand, slamming the bedroom door to get their attention.

He nudged Jeno square in the oblique, dragging his boyfriend’s attention from yet another anime opening.

“She is something else…” Jaemin chuckled with a shake of his head, even rubbing his eyes to accentuate his amusement.

“Well I hope she’s ready. It’s been well over twenty minutes and i’m catching blue balls just sitting here…” Jeno palmed himself, veins tensing along the hand that he used to pat down his obvious boner.

He sounded annoyed, but all in good fun, or atleast Jaemin hoped so. Because otherwise, he would split you in half if another minute passed.

“I think she’s good now. Let’s go check.”

Jaemin grabbed the remote, turning off the tv while Jeno headed down the hall to the bedroom. The bunny followed close behind, eyes lowering to view his pups tiny waist that flashed through his oversized tank top.

Upon opening the door, their mouths almost dropped. You were already getting to work, legs butterflied out on the king sized mattress: one hand rubbing along your clit and the other tugging at your raised nipple with every subtle roll of your hips.

Jeno and Jaemin always took a moment to bless their investment in a huge mattress, allowing all sorts of fun to be had without the worry of tumbling overboard.

You felt the bed dip from both of their weights combined, smiling with your eyes closed to let your wild imagination run free. Just like you guessed, it seemed that Jeno was the one to your left, attacking your chest with open-mouthed kisses and fiery touches. You could tell just by the coarseness of his fingertips, roughed up from hours of practicing guitar.

Your back arched into his suckling lips, and even further into Jaemin’s touch as he cupped your cheek, turning you slightly towards him for a searing kiss.

You could still taste the remnants of his ice cream, which was surprising considering the time had passed. But based on his love for the dessert, there was no doubt he went for back seconds in that timeframe.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling cooled off from the iciness of his tongue.

Electric shocks surged from your tummy, all the way down to your core as you felt their hands interlock and make the journey together.

You let their fingers replace yours, raising and swinging your arms back behind their heads to guide them towards your lips.

What followed left you speechless, too breathless to even keep up with their tongues that explored every inch of your mouth. With more than just two people, lip smacking filled the room, maximizing the filth that you loved and craved so much…

The way their combined fingers worked your pussy caused you to pull back for air, chest rising and falling in copious amounts. But you were finally able to see your two treasures, multi-tasking while they devoured each other's mouths.

Saliva began to pool along the corners, spilling past their jawlines and ending up in droplets on your ribs.

Your head fell back, but not without a whine that rang up to the ceiling above.

It was all considered a dream, to be able to witness moments like these. And for them to be so in tune with each other, practically rubbing your clit in the same speed and intensity was enough to make your juices flow onto the sheets below.

Jeno was the one to break the kiss, leaning forward to get a full view of your drenched hole clenching around air, begging to be filled with anything that offered a release.

His clothed cock was poking against your thigh as he lay there watching you wiggle under their united touches; his second head overly eager to move things along. Jeno always had the least amount of patience out of the three, but he could hold out on his aching cock to watch as he buried his fingers deep into your pussy.

He raised his head back up towards you this time, eyes scanning the way you tugged at your bottom lip, the way your eyes screamed “fill me up, please.”

As he descended his tongue to yours, you felt his middle and ring fingers push past your lips, easily sliding inside your wet hole at first. He swallowed the moans that fell from your mouth, tongues darting out consistently to wrap around each other.

Jaemin sucked along your neck, setting as many lovebites as he could while rubbing your clit in circles.

“How does it feel Nono?” Jaemin hummed behind your right ear, kissing anywhere that hadn’t had proper attention.

“Bitch can barely take my fingers.”

Jeno growled into your mouth as he struggled to bury his digits to the knuckle, not even caring if his words weren’t coherent enough for Jaemin to hear through his lustful kisses.

“Let me feel…” The bunny propositioned, wanting to see just how tight you really were.

Jeno obliged, switching places so smoothly, like they had done this exact scenario before.

Jaemin accompanied you now, sliding in slower than Jeno but with just as much enthusiasm.

“You’re so tight love, and we haven’t even seen your pretty little ass. Are you sure you can take us both?” Jaemin cooed against the curve of your armpit, finding more places to plant tender kisses.

You knew all too well that Jaemin wanted his teasing to get to your head; to happily ruin your decorum in exchange for a cum slut that kept begging for more.

“I c-can, I can do it.” Your voice barely came out in a sigh against Jeno’s tongue, feeling your orgasm creeping closer in the depths of your walls.

With the onslaught of pleasure, you felt yourself crumbling between your two treasures. They both quickened their pace, Jeno even slapping your clit in unpredictable bouts of energy.

“Prove it.” Jeno spoke through the harsh slaps, the height of his hand getting higher and higher as you responded to the addictive sting.

They both carried you to your release, with Jaemin adorning a cheeky grin to complement his almighty foreplay. Jeno was already at work undressing himself, keeping his eyes on your climax in the process; not wanting to lose sight of what he considered lewd art.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” Jaemin brought his drenched fingers up from your core, letting all three of you admire the way his digits shined under the dim light.

Jeno was naked by the time he saw Jaemin play with your juices; his own essence shining along the tip of his cock.

You had just started to come down from your high, breath being swept away yet again upon seeing Jaemin scissor his fingers in midair. Your juices spread like delicious sap, clinging to the webs of his fingers with every alternating motion.

No other words were spoken as Jeno grasped Jaemin’s wrist, bringing his boyfriend’s glistening fingers up to his drooling tongue.

There’s no way you could’ve prepared yourself for that—witnessing Jeno suck Jaemin’s fingers clean like it was tonic. Staring at you with hooded eyes, with a look of pure ecstasy.

The subtle pop as he finished was the last you could recall before a flurry of motions swirled past your body. Jeno managed to flip you onto your stomach within seconds, rushing to get behind you so he could see if your training paid off.

You automatically perked your ass in the air, settling with a downward dog while you waited for Jaemin to undress.

Jeno’s tip kept leaking, like a steady heartbeat now that he saw your butt plug. You’ve worn them before, but it was as if he relived the very first time he ever saw you with it—the rose gold metal and how it sat so perfectly inside you.

absolutely mesmerizing…like it was made for you.

Jeno fell to his knees, hands immediately coming up to knead the soft flesh of your ass. You wiggled your hips in response, along with a subtle whimper from his intense massage. The way you shook it effortlessly, would forever be burned in his mind.

And the way the heart shape sat so snug between your cheeks made him release a guttural growl from deep within.

“So fucking perfect…” He whispered with two matching slaps to your skin, adding another for good measure.

You yelped each time, and a third was yet to be heard as Jaemin was already poking his tip at your mouth.

You were in your own world, for once; somehow missing the fact Jaemin stripped himself naked and positioned himself in front of you.

“How does it look back there?” Jaemin inquired: already knowing the answer. But hearing it would make up for what he missed.

“Fucking incredible.”

Jaemin chuckled upon hearing the expression, always amused by Jeno’s laconic personality. He peered back down to your fragile form, swiping his tip along your lips to get a reaction.

“C’mon, open up.”

It was hard to do as your energizer bunny said, especially when Jeno was pushing your butt plug in and out and at an achingly slow rate. You were sure it was to see how your tight hole contracted at the sudden emptiness, just calling out to be stuffed again.

By the time Jeno sat there probing you at a faster pace, you finally welcomed Jaemin into your mouth.

It was the perfect setup: you throating Jaemin like it was your last night on earth, and Jeno swiping the flat of his tongue from your clit up to your plug, like the savage tease he was.

Each time you moaned on Jaemin’s cock, he thrusted faster, loving your hums of pleasure that surged around every inch.

“I love when you moan on my cock—feels so good.”

His hands explored wherever he could touch, but he found it his favorite to pet the top of your head, admiring your willingness to be facefucked like a whore.

You fought through the jabs against your uvula, trying to keep your eyes staring up at your boyfriend. But the feeling of the plug leaving you for the last time caused that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach to grow. Jeno’s tongue darted inside your puckering hole, switching the direction of his wet muscle to swirl in circles.

If you managed to cum from just rimming alone, they would never live it down. Maybe even brag to their friends that their cumslut of a girlfriend loved her ass being eaten from behind—an unhealthy amount.

Jaemin was beginning to feel the same high as you, and telling by the lack of rhythm behind his thrusts, he was undeniably close.

His grunts had turned to moans, and a thin sheet of sweat coated his abs like polished gold.

“Jen…please. I need to fuck her, now.”

Usually Jaemin kept his composure, but the need to fill your pussy crept closer to the devil on his shoulder. There was just something about a creampie that he adored so much.

Jeno ignored him, not intentionally.

But he had managed to fight through the tightness in his balls to tongue fuck you…so why stop now?

Jaemin took it upon himself to prop your head up with a single finger, giving you a look that you knew all too well.

Snap Jeno out of his drunken daze.

You backed your mouth off of Jaemin’s length, crying out to Jeno like you had lost your owner.

“Jeno! Please! Fuck me…fuck my ass please!”

Your desperation proved successful, causing him to undergo the transformation that would potentially leave you cock drunk for the rest of your life.

Jeno rose to his feet, choosing to keep the position that would allow him to indulge in your backside as much as he wanted.

Meanwhile, Jaemin laid down on his back, shimmying down until he was eye-level with your breasts.

Based on the fluidity in their movements, there was no way they didn’t have this sitting in the back of their minds for months.

You stayed still through it all, knowing they would guide you like they always did, regardless of their so-called naïveté.

“Spread those legs for me…” Jeno spoke from behind, caressing the back of your thighs as a cue for you to adjust.

Upon his command, you had switched from downward dog to a more simplistic doggy, allowing Jaemin to rest his legs in between yours and hang off the edge of the bed.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Jaemin looked up past your chest, hands squeezing your hips in case of your need for ressaurance.

“Im read-oh fuck!”

Jaemin was the first to enter, to your surprise. You were always caught off guard by his girth, but knowing another stretch was coming, caused your entire body to shake as his groin met yours in a single stroke.

To finally have something, anything inside you after all this time, made you feel as if you were floating, ascending to absolute nirvana.

Jaemin smiled at his own stunt, pride blooming at how delicate you were. His grin continued to spread wider as you struggled to hover your upper half above his own, eventually burying your face into the covers for mental support. You gripped the sheets on both sides of his head, not realizing you could’ve confided in him—rather suffocated him with your breasts squished against his face.

You felt so full.

Jeno was not far behind, first wanting to savor how you reacted to Jaemin’s cock. He knew he would achieve the same results; being just as thick, if not thicker than Jaemin.

“Can’t wait to claim this ass again. All mine.”

His last words still couldn’t have prepared you for this. You jerked forward from the initial burn as he started out slow; but just like you predicted, no amount of training could’ve prepared you for the unique contour of his cock.

For your sake, Jaemin stayed still inside you to the hilt, allowing Jeno to inch further and further inside.

Jeno felt resistance barely a quarter of the way in, much to his liking. He hissed as he came to a stop, knowing it would take a while before you could adjust.

All you could do was breathe through the initial discomfort, knowing the pleasure would come eventually.

“You’re doing great baby, take your time.” Jaemin leaned his head over to the side to touch yours as he continued his praises, affectionate touches aiding in your journey towards an accomplished trial. One that you managed to propose all by yourself.

Jeno was sure he would get yelled at now, as he began to bottom out despite your initial struggle. But somehow, the pain was subsiding quicker than both of you thought.

Your hole accommodated every ridge, every vein, and before you knew it, Jeno had already exited out; only to piston inside you with a powerful grunt.

“Fuckkk. So tight, mmh, can barely move…”

Jeno’s unhinged vocabulary paired well with his harsh slaps to your ass, occasionally adding a death grip to the flesh of your flushed skin.

“Taking both of us so well…”

The stark contrast in Jaemin’s tone and choice of words offered the right amount of balance, causing you to finally set a rhythm for them to follow.

You produced as much strength as you could, managing to suck Jeno further inside each time your cunt met the base of Jaemin’s cock. They returned the same amount of energy, tugging on your skin with each connection that drew you closer to your release.

The sounds of skin slapping from not only two but three bodies filled the room, and soon enough, bed creaking followed.

“Don’t slow down, please don’t stop.”

Jaemin was the one begging now, wanting to chase the satisfaction that almost made him feel unworthy of receiving it.

You were unreal.

Jeno and Jaemin felt beyond lucky to have found someone like you. A total freak that wasn’t afraid to ruin their image if it meant you could get whatever you wanted. And here you were, with two boys that went absolutely feral over you; all the more welcomed to be wrapped around your finger.

“Its t-too much! I’m so close!”

You finally formed the words that had been hidden behind moans the minute you felt your stomach tie itself in knots.

They too felt their respective releases, bound to erupt if you kept up with the pace that you did. Just the mere sight of your thighs quivering, breasts bouncing, and ass jiggling was enough to make that familiar band snap between all three of you.

“I can feel it, goddamn. Keep squeezing, just like that.”

You cried out into the sex-filled air as a whirlwind of euphoria washed over you like a hurricane, collapsing onto Jaemin yet again as you felt white heat shoot inside you from both ends.

Jeno mustered a few more snaps with his hips before you clenched down so hard that his thrusts came to a freezing halt, jaw hanging slack at your ability to get him stuck.

Jaemin shoved himself upwards, tip practically hitting your womb as his cum jetted out in thick spurts.

Your entire body convulsed for what felt like the lapse of a moon, but you wouldn’t trade the response for the world.

The only comprehensible thing now, was getting out of this position without making too much of a mess. But you could always leave it up to them to do your bidding.

Nothing that a bit of cum play wouldn’t fix.

The three of you eventually steadied your breathing within minutes. And you tried to suppress a giggle as you watched Jaemin splay his arms outwards in a surrender, him even matching your cheeky grin.

When you looked back, Jeno seemed to be looking for hints of a round two, still eyeing your backside as if he didn’t just fill you to the brim with a shotglass worth of cum.

“Oh my god. You are exhausting!”

You yelled back at him, rolling your eyes at his unbelievable stamina.

He took it upon himself to give a dumbfounded look, refusing to believe that cleanup and bedtime was in order.

“Whatever…”

He got back at your scolding by exiting you without warning, to which you whined not only from his lack of subtlety but from the slap to your ass cheek that he gave as a parting gift.

Jaemin followed suit but with way less savagery. You purposely gave him a loud peck on the lips before he slid from underneath you; hoping Jeno heard it. And before you could prepare for the wave of cum that would flow from your holes, he jumped on the bed, lips showing an obvious pout.

You remained in all fours as you shook your head in disbelief, deciding to give him a kiss for his great work.

To say your guts were rearranged, was an understatement.

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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

#jeno smut #jaemin smut #nomin #nomin smut #nct dream smut #nct smut

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Selinho Na Boca — N.JM + You + L.JN

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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Smelling Like Roses

Paring: Roommates!Nomin (Lee Jeno and Na Jaemin) x Female Reader, Na Jaemin x Female Reader

Preview: “Let’s make some porn Jaems.” He smiled at his friend and rubbed his neck. “Of us Jeno?” Jaemin’s cheeks turned red, he’s admitted that Jeno is sexy, specifically when he runs his hand through his hair, but he wouldn’t think of having sex with him, let alone making porn.

Jeno just laughed at his reaction, throwing his head back slightly, his eyes crinkling shut. “No, Jaemin. Well, yes, I guess so. We’d have a girl involved, obviously, but you’re majoring in photography and videography, you could film, I could fuck. It would be perfect, and people love amateur porn.”

Jaemin’s cheeks lost their vibrant color and considered the idea. He already had the camera, Jeno’s always horny. It could possibly work.

Word Count: 13.9k

Genre: Non-Idol AU, College AU

Warnings: Smut, mature language/cursing, fluff (a lot), not proofread, unrealistic porn themes i guess, not really a warning but y/n and jaemin are a complicated couple (kind of, not really)

Smut Warnings: Threesome, recording while having sex, innocent reader gets slightly used but it's consensual, jeno and jaemin are kinda mean, use of sex toys (nipple clamps, a dildo, and a vibrator, a butt plug), bondage rope is mentioned but it isn't used, hints of dumbification, praising, pet names, degradation, slight cumplay, dacryphilia, corruption

a/n: okay, so, this has a ton of fluff and to be honest i didn’t mean for it to have this much but it just happened. i hope this doesn’t suck ass and that you enjoy it. also, let me know if i missed something with the warnings.

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There, the bold word read: EVICTION, to the two boys. When Jeno came home from class that day, he saw the eviction notice taped to his and Jaemin’s door, seeing the red letters immediately made his heart drop and breath pick up.

“Jaemin, man, we need money.” Jeno looked over at his roommate in time to see him roll his eyes. “No shit, Jeno. I’m so glad you can read man; college is really doing you some good.”

Jaemin and Jeno were four months behind on their rent, with partially filled promises, the boys kept asking for an extension on their deadline, but they weren’t able to make it. The landlord of the building they were staying in had been gracious, used to the tenants being college students, she was used to having deadlines not being met. Every tenant was able to make rent by the time of the new deadline. However, the renters Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno weren’t able to make it within the four extensions they were given.

“What are we going to do? We need four months’ worth of rent by the end of this month.” Jeno ran his hand through his bleached hair and tugged on the roots. “I can always pick up more hours at the café and the bookstore.” Jaemin’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he started rubbing his temples to try and soothe the oncoming headache.

Jeno heard Jaemin’s idea and spoke up, “I’ll ask for more hours at the rink, I can see if I can start teaching one of the kid’s classes.” With the taunting topic of being kicked out looming over them, imagining Jeno teaching little kids how to play hockey was able to brighten Jaemin’s mood a little bit.

“Will we even be able to make enough by the deadline just by picking up extra shifts?” Jeno asked, praying Jaemin would have a positive answer. When Jeno turned his head to look at him, all he saw was the sight of Jaemin shaking his head “no”.

“Let’s make some porn Jaems.” He smiled at his friend and rubbed his neck. “Of us Jeno?” Jaemin’s cheeks turned red, he’s admitted that Jeno is sexy, specifically when he runs his hand through his hair, but he wouldn’t think of having sex with him, let alone making porn.

Jaemin’s cheeks lost their vibrant color and considered the idea. He already had the camera, Jeno’s always horny. It could possibly work.

“What kind of video should we make then? You watch too much porn for your own good, in my opinion, so you should have a whole porn library in that head. The only type of library for that matter.” Jaemin wasn’t liking this idea, but if it would keep them in their apartment, he would be able to be convinced.

Grabbing his phone, he searched for one of the many videos he had saved. There was a specific type of video he was thinking about. “I’m going to ignore your comment about the amount of porn I watch, I’m an adult, I can do what I want. But anyways, how about a casting couch video? They’re pretty hot if you ask me and they're popular videos.”

“What exactly is a casting couch?” Not wanting to chit chat about porn for too much longer, Jaemin asked the question he wasn’t exactly wanting the answer to. Jeno turned his phone around to show Jaemin the screen.

“Well, normally it's a younger and sort of innocent girl who is new to the industry, and the person behind the camera kind of uses her a bit, for their own pleasure and to get a good video.” He was starting to get a bit excited, the thought of possibly being able to make his favorite type of porn was finally catching up to him.

“That's a bit fucked up Jeno.” Although Jaemin voiced disgust for it, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the screen. There was a girl on the couch looking up at the camera while playing with her clit, the man holding the camera had two fingers in her mouth and was fucking them down her throat, drool was spilling out the sides of the girl’s mouth as she was gagging. Her motions on her clit were speeding up and she was about to cum until the man removed his hand from her mouth and took her hands off her pussy.

“Yeah, but it's hot, popular, and cheap to make. All you need is a couch, a camera, and a girl.” They had a couch, Jaemin had a camera, all they needed was a girl. “Who are we going to do this with then?”

"What about the girl you've been seeing for a bit Jaem? She's cute, seems innocent enough, and there's a good chance she’ll be comfortable around you." Jeno asked as soon as he saw a message from you light up Jaemin's phone. Jaemin saw where Jeno’s line of sight had gone and so he snatched his phone off the table as quick as possible. You were his.

"Y/n? Her and I are getting somewhat serious, and I really like her, I'd hate to scare her off." Jaemin also didn't really want Jeno touching you.

"Well, don't you think she'd feel weird if you were filming another girl?" Jeno had Jaemin cornered, he would only want to do this with you and not another girl, but on the other hand, he didn't want you to be too freaked out. Even though Jaemin didn’t want other people to see you like that, specifically Jeno, he couldn’t help but imagine the sight of you in a state like that. He liked that sight, a lot.

"I guess we can bring it up when she comes over for dinner tomorrow." As soon as Jaemin gave in, Jeno grabbed his laptop off the table and headed to the couch.

Jaemin walked over to where Jeno was now sitting to see why he had grabbed his laptop so quickly. He assumed Jeno had gone onto Pornhub to gather ideas, or to just get horny. But once the screen of the computer was visible to him, Jaemin saw him on a website that sold sex toys. Sighing and starting to regret sawing he’d ask you, Jaemin tried to take the computer from Jeno.

“C’mon man, we’re not trying to torture her here, I thought we’d go a vanilla route for the time being.” Jeno however, was able to move the computer out of Jaemin’s reach. “Now why would we do that? People like kinky shit Jaems.” Rolling his eyes once again Jaemin argued, “No, you like kinky shit.”

Even though Jaemin acted as if he was revolted, he’d would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of doing those types of things with and to you. Tying you up, not letting you cum, not letting you stop cumming, making you cry, fucking your pussy while shoving a dildo down your throat, using an inflatable butt plug, dressing you up in frills and fucking you dumb, the list was honestly endless. Jaemin didn’t tell anyone about what he wanted to do to you, not Jeno, not you, he barely liked to admit it to himself.

He was too distracted with imagining you screaming his name that he didn’t notice Jeno calling his name until he slapped his back. “Thinking about this?” Jeno’s voice wasn’t teasing, at all, which is what Jaemin would expect. “Yeah, I am.” He nodded and looked back at the screen that was on his friend’s lap.

They spent the rest of the day looking at various sex toys, adding them to the cart, removing them from the cart, just to add them again. Nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, a butt plug, and rope. Jeno was the one that initially typed the items in the search bar and added them to the cart, but Jaemin didn’t oppose to a single one. For needing money, they spent more than they wanted, but in Jeno’s words, “You have to spend money to make money Jaems, and don’t worry man, this is good for the economy.”

Without another word between each other, Jeno clicked on the cart and then pressed checkout. 200 dollars of sex toys was now charged to his credit card, he went on about how they weren’t going to use cheap toys on you. Jaemin just let out a heavy breath through his nose and leaned back. Dropping his head so it was leaning on the back of the couch, he stared up at the popcorn ceiling, worried that this was going to lose his chance with you. You guys weren’t necessarily official yet, but you had established you guys liked each other, and you weren’t seeing other people.

Jaemin was hoping that this wouldn’t change anything between you. He liked the nights where you two would get dinner and eat it on his couch in front of the TV. He liked when you would demand you help him wash the dishes. He liked when you two would cuddle on the couch, picking up on the movie you paused to wash dishes. And he loved when you would fall asleep on his shoulder, your cheek smushed into him, with your lips pouty. He would always turn off the TV, quietly pick you up, and bring you to his bed.

He knew it was creepy but after he laid you down, he would stand back up, go to the other side of the bed to lay down and watch you sleep, just for a little bit. He liked the peaceful way your chest would rise and fall, the small snore that left your lips, it wasn’t loud and obnoxious, Jaemin thought it was cute, and he found himself longing to hear it during the nights you didn’t spend next to him.

When he felt his eyes get droopy and the yawns became more consistent, Jaemin would pull you to his chest and tuck his face into your neck. His breath would slightly tickle your neck, causing you to wake up and giggle. Jaemin would feel the bed move as you rolled over to face him, seeing your squinted eyes even in the dark look at him.

“Hi Jaem.” Your lips brushed against his as you spoke, but before he could respond, the silence was soon replaced with that quiet snore. Jaemin smiled, remembering the time you told him you slept better next to him, he noticed how once you got tired, you immediately fell asleep, always snuggled into his side, no matter the position, or even the place.

The peaceful memory was ripped from him by Jeno shouting next to him, having grabbed a video game controller, Jaemin hadn’t seen him change the TV input to play one of his many games, and now he was screaming at the TV.

“I’m going to my room Jeno.” Just receiving a grunt in return, he walked down the dark hallway, it was still light outside when they started talking about this whole thing, but now it was dark, and he was wishing you were lying in bed next to him.

It was you who originally said that you slept better next to him, since you guys started sleeping next to each other on a semi-normal occasion, Jaemin realized that he slept better next to you as well.

Blindly reaching around for his phone, he found it in the mess of sheets on top of him. Squinting once the bright light appeared in the dark room, he was met with his home screen, which was a picture of you.

You two had gone out into the downtown area of the city one night, just walking around in the then chilly air. Jaemin looked down at you and saw the way the bright lights reflected in the lens of your eyes. Discreetly putting a little bit of distance between you, using the oncoming flow of people as an excuse, he pulled out his phone’s camera, and as soon as the people passed, he snapped the picture.

It was slightly blurry, but still clear enough to see you. The lights behind you illuminated your figure, which was covered with dark clothing. Your head was tilted up, your smile was wide, and you looked absolutely beautiful to Jaemin, and that’s when he came to terms with his love for you. Although, he decided that it was way too early to actually express it verbally to you. So, he waited, and waited, continuing to show you his love in other ways, but then this happened, and of course you were Jeno’s first choice for this.

Jaemin pressed his thumb where his phone said, and it unlocked, showing yet another picture of you, but he was also in this one. It was one of your first outings and he took you to a small café, opting to sit next to you rather than across from you, he asked to take the picture, naturally smiling when you laid your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arm around his. Your upper lip was covered in a foam that was tinted green from your matcha latte, and his was covered in whipped cream, from his hot chocolate that was the kid’s temperature.

Forgetting why he got his phone out for a minute, too distracted by the picture of you two, he suddenly remembered and pressed the message icon.

Having texted you last, you name was at the top, your profile picture the same one from his lock screen, and he smiled every time he saw it. He just smiled every time he saw you, or heard you, or thought about you. He just smiled at you.

Jaemin: hey y/n, are you awake?

<Y/n3: yeah, just doing some studying, what’s up? are you okay?

He smiled at your immediate response and worry.

Jaemin: yes, i’m fine, just miss you. can you come over?

<Y/n3: is jeno there? i’m still studying and he likes to scream at the tv until 3 am

Jaemin: yeah, he’s here, is it okay if i go over to you instead?

<Y/n3: i would love that, see you soon

Jaemin ripped the blankets off of him, grabbed his keys, ignored Jeno when he asked where he was going so late, and left. When it had something to do with you, Jaemin couldn’t do anything until he saw you. Speeding on the way to your apartment, he pulled into the parking spot next to your car and ran to the door of the lobby. Jaemin wasn’t even sure if he remembered to lock his car, but he wasn’t worried

about that. You lived in a safe part of town, too worried and scared about the world to live somewhere that wasn’t considered secure.

As soon as Jaemin made it into the elevator and tapped your floor number, he pulled out his phone to text you that he was in your building. Your building allowed late night visitors, but they weren’t too fond of it, so to not get you in trouble he always texted you so he wouldn’t have to knock. Also, late at night, you would always worry when he used to knock, scared that it wasn’t actually him, and some random stranger was at your door.

Texting you again to say that he was at your door once the elevator doors opened, giving you time to get to your door before he truly arrived. One time he texted you that he was there as soon as he got to your doorstep, and the building manager that was there during the night shift got on to him about how the residents don’t like people to come in and out of the building after 10, mostly because you’re the youngest tenant in the entire the building, its filled with mostly older people, that is why it’s considered safe.

He heard your door open and saw your head peak out once you saw he wasn’t right in front of your door. You looked down the hallway one side and then the other, and that’s when you saw him. Jaemin’s smile stretched from ear to ear, it pushed the apples of his cheeks up and he jogged the rest of the way to your door. You giggled when he appeared right in front of you and gently grabbed the sides of your face and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. His thumbs rubbed your cheekbones and both of you smiled into the kiss.

“Hi Jaemin.” You whispered into his mouth. “Hi Y/n.” He just whispered back and pulled away, still holding you close. “I just really needed to be with you.” Jaemin’s cheeks turned red at his admission, glad that your living room was dark so you couldn’t see how red they truly were.

“I’m really glad you’re here. I’ve been missing you; I just didn’t want to bother you.” Jaemin gasped, “You could never bother me, I’d drop everything for you Y/n.” He leaned back in, trying to start a heated kiss when you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him at arm’s length. “I wasn’t joking about studying, you horndog.” Jaemin just laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist as you turned around to head back to your room.

And studied is what you did, you studied at your desk and Jaemin sat on your bed, looking at you. He watched your facial expressions change once you went from topic to topic and subject to subject through the little mirror that sat on your desk. He wasn’t expecting your eyes to meet in that little mirror, but they did, your droopy eyes had a knowing look in them, and he looked a bit lowered to your mouth which showed a matching yet tired smirk.

“Quit looking at me Na, I’m focusing.” Your comment was interrupted by a yawn. Jaemin’s face disappeared from the mirror as he got up, you spun around in your chair slowly and looked up at him as he walked from your bed to you. Jaemin placed his hand under your chin and looked into your eyes. He saw how tired you were, and his hand moved to the top of your head, he ran his fingers through your hair and watched your eyes flutter shut as he started to massage your scalp. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Jaemin ignored your pouts and protests and reached around you to pull the string of your desk lamp. He took your almost limp arms and put them around his neck and picked you up by under your thighs. “Have you already brushed your teeth?” Laying your face on his shoulder, he felt you nod. He could tell you had already brushed your teeth for the night from the kiss you two shared earlier, but of course he didn’t mention it, not wanting to embarrass you and pull you out of the peaceful and sleepy state your body and mind were in.

Jaemin walked to the foot of your bed and sat you down on the fluffy light pink comforter. “Y/n, is it okay if I take your bra off? I know you don’t like sleeping in it.” Keeping your eyes close, you just nodded again. You felt Jaemin’s warm hands reach underneath your shit, brushing your cold skin, his hands met at the clasp of your bra. He unhooked it and looked at you while you kept nodding off, and then jolting awake, and then nodding off again. Jaemin finished taking off your bra and gulped when he could see the shape of your breasts bounce underneath your shirt when they were no longer supported.

Trying to cleanse his thoughts, he mumbled, “Come on Y/n, let’s get you under the covers.” You let him move you to the head of the bed, you liked the feeling of him taking care of you and Jaemin liked taking care of you. Under hooded eyes, you watched him pull the blankets back, a mix of baby blues and pinks flashed, before you just saw black. Jaemin let you get yourself under your blankets as he turned off the other lamp you had beside your bed.

“Nana.” You whined before you felt the bed dip under Jaemin’s weight. Before he was even able to lay all the way down and pull the blankets up to his chest, you were already laying on top of him. You felt his hand run through your hair like it did earlier, but this time it would venter down to your back and back up, rubbing up and down, lulling you to sleep. “I love you Jaemin.” He froze his movements, too overwhelmed now, everything he’s ever wanted to hear, has now reached his ears. “I love you too Y/n, so much.”

All he heard was some inaudible muttering, which was followed by soft snores. Jaemin could feel each of your cool inhales and the warm exhales on his bare chest, and he couldn’t think of a single place he’d rather be. One thing he could think about however was that he wasn’t going to let Jeno lay a single finger on you.

Jaemin was getting slightly worked up, mad at the thought of Jeno even thinking about touching you, but once he focused on the way your breath was hitting his chest, he eased his way to sleep with thoughts of you.

Jaemin and you both were restless sleepers but next to each other, you were still and slept through the entire night. The calm feeling of sleep was pulled from you when you felt Jaemin get up. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw his bare back sitting up. Running your hand up and down his bare skin, he grinned and turned towards you.

“C’mon, Jaemin, lay with me some more.” Jaemin sighed and looked at you, your skin was glowing from the morning sun peering in from the blinds. “I wish I could Y/n, but I’ve got two classes.” You didn’t have any classes on Fridays, which is why you let yourself stay up late the night before. “Can’t you skip it? You skip to hang out with Jeno all the time.” You were right, and he knew that you knew that you were right. It didn’t take any more convincing from you to make Jaemin stay. He made the mistake of looking into your eyes and he could’ve sworn they pulled him to lay back down.

You grinned at Jaemin once he side-eyed you, “Nana? What are we?” Silence fell upon the room until Jaemin spoke up after a few minutes. “Well, I love you and you said you love me. I only see you and you only see me. I would like to say we’re together, but that’s up to you as well, but before you answer, I do, um, have something to tell you and it may or may not change your view on us.” That worried you a bit, especially since Jaemin refused to look at you in the eye.

“What happened Jaemin?” The next the thing that came out of Jaemin’s mouth was almost inaudible because of how fast he said it. “Slow down Jaem, I couldn’t understand what you said.” You giggled, mostly because of the blush on Jaemin’s cheeks. But Jaemin didn’t repeat it, he just said, “You’ll find out tonight at dinner, you’re still coming over, right?” You sigh, although you didn’t want to wait to find out, you just nodded at him and let out a little smile.

Jaemin ended up skipping both of his classes to spend the day with you, and throughout the day you asked him several times what he was going to ask, and why you had to wait until dinner. He almost broke a couple times, but in the end, he decided that it would probably be a good idea to have Jeno there too. Just so, when you were asked, you’d know that Jeno would be heavily involved.

He wished the day went by slower, even though that was impossible whenever you were around. Time seemed to fly by with you. On the way to his and Jeno’s apartment, Jaemin hoped that every stop light was red, but it seemed like the universe wasn’t on his side with this one. And whenever he did get his wish and got a red light, you’d sigh, sitting in the passenger seat in the complete opposite state as Jaemin. While he was dreading tonight, you were aching for it. The curiosity was killing you.

Sure, Jaemin didn’t want to be evicted, he just wished him and Jeno had a bit more time, or at least enough time to come up with a better idea. He cursed Jeno’s horny brain for this being the first idea it came up with and he cursed himself for agreeing with it so easily.

“You know Y/n, how about we skip out on dinner and go somewhere just the two of us?” The dark-haired boy spoke up as soon as he pulled into his apartment complex’s parking lot. “Seriously Jaemin? I’ve been waiting all day, if you don’t want to come then you don’t have to, but Jeno is expecting me, and it would be rude to cancel on such short notice.” Not saying anything else, Jaemin just grumbled and got out of the car, he definitely wasn’t going to leave you alone with Jeno.

When you got out of the car, Jaemin had a hard time keeping up with you, he was hoping to walk as slow as possible but you speed walked your way to the elevator, pressing the button as quickly as possible. Jaemin got to your side as soon as the doors opened, he was praying the elevator had broken over night, but of course, it hadn’t.

“I don’t think whatever happens up there is going to change anything Jaem, I meant what I said last night.” You walked a bit closer to him, wanting to comfort him while also giving him space. It seemed that space wasn’t what Jaemin wanted, because he grabbed your hips and pushed you into the wall behind you, your back pressed against the wall and his front pressed against yours. “Jaemin, what if the doors open before your floor and someone sees?” “Let them, they can take the stairs.” Dodging your pouted lips, he went straight for your neck. Planting wet open mouth kissed along it and aiming for his goal, which was to leave a mark.

Once Jaemin found your sweet spot, he starting to suck a bruise onto your skin, with caused you to let out a moan. He chuckled against you skin and whispered, “I haven’t even done anything yet.” You choked a bit and whispered, scared that if you were in louder you were going to moan again, “What are you going to do?” Instead of giving a response, Jaemin just removed himself from you and fixed the front of his shirt, that was now wrinkled from you grabbing and pulling on it. He took a step back and placed himself in his original standing spot of the elevator. “Jaemin?” You were still breathing heavily, slouched against the wall of the metal box.

The doors opened and he just turned his head to you and grinned, “Are you ready? You were so exciting to come tonight.” Upset at the man that had started to get you worked up, you just pushed past him and made your way down the hallway where his and Jeno’s apartment was.

It didn’t take long for Jaemin to catch up with you, he didn’t want Jeno to open the door to just you, he felt the need to monitor what was going to happen as soon as you step foot through that door. You went ahead a knocked and not a few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Jeno with messy hair, sweatpants, and a muscle t-shirt.

“Hi Jeno! How are you?” You asked the blonde man as he stepped aside to let you and Jaemin enter. Jeno eyes racked down your back, landing on your ass, until Jaemin walked right behind you, hiding your body from Jeno’s view. Before speaking, he grunted, “I’m not doing too bad Y/n. I already have the food out, let’s go ahead and eat.” This made you wonder even more about what Jeno and Jaemin were going to ask you, they both were in on it.

While you ate your meal, Jeno and Jaemin just stared you down, not letting a single motion escape their watch. Jeno’s stare was more intimidating but because of Jaemin’s behavior today, his was the one you were scared of the most. You didn’t want to look at either of them and to be honest, you were unable to maintain eye contact. Your meek look wasn’t any competition for their daunting ones.

You just settled with staring down at your plate, to see it empty, swallowing the last bite, you were now anticipating what was next. Jeno, however, didn’t make you wait long.

"Y/n, we have a few questions we want to ask you." Jeno smiled and sung your name as he got up from his seat. Jaemin, following in suit, also got up and slowly walked over to where you were seated and looking up at them curiously.

You looked over at Jaemin with wide eyes and your head slightly tilted. You could make Jaemin fold and cause him to lose his intimidating facade with that look, but he kept his composure.

Jeno however, wanted this, very badly, and so he continued to look down at you as he slowly walked around the table to your side, dragging a finger across the smooth wooden top as he went on. In the back of his mind, he knew that the need to fuck you, wasn't just to make money, he had always been jealous of Jaemin since you started hanging around him. You were always clinging to him and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, all Jeno could do was stare daggers into you and his friend.

"What kind of questions do you guys want to ask me?" Always so oblivious, you paid no mind to their lustful stares and asked for the questions with a smile on your face.

Sharing a glance with the man across from him, Jeno smirked and let the questions go. “To start off, have you had sex before Y/n?” Now, Jeno knew the answer to this, he’s heard you and Jaemin before. Your loud whines and moans that mixed with Jaemin’s low grunts. But he asked this just so he could see the look on your face. He made sure not to miss a single movement out of you. The small jerk your entire body made, the small gasp that left your slightly parted lips, and the sheepish look you gave Jaemin.

Jaemin could tell that Jeno was making you nervous, whenever you got nervous, you would start shaking. You were already doing that, and soon you’d start pacing. Jaemin made sure he was close to you without overwhelming you even more.

“Um, yeah, I uh, I’ve done it before.” Jeno loved the way you looked down and to the side out of embarrassment. But he hated the way Jaemin smirked and winked at him, because Jaemin, Jaemin knew him better than anyone else and Jaemin knew that Jeno wanted you. Jaemin only thought Jeno wanted to fuck you, and to be fair, Jeno did, he really, really wanted to fuck you, but he also wanted you. Just you in general, he wanted you the same way Jaemin had you. Even though Jaemin knew him better than anyone else, Jeno would make sure that Jaemin never knew the extent of his want for you.

Plastering a sickeningly sweet smile on his face, Jeno asked something that was completely see-through to Jaemin. “Y/n? Are you on any form of birth control?” Without looking up, you just nodded. “That’s really good, so responsible of you.” Both boys noticed what the praise did to you, you shifted in your seat and “subtly” squeezed your thighs together.

When Jeno stepped even closer to you and crouched down to your level, and asked, “Are you wet right now, Y/n?” That’s when you got up to start pacing, and so Jaemin swooped in and took you in his arms. Quietly shushing you and rubbing up and down your back, he looked at Jeno who had gotten up and smiled, a bit sadistically.

Looking down at you, Jaemin switched his smile to a much more innocent one and leaned down to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. The kiss didn’t stay sweet though, quickly Jaemin heated it up and of course, you let him. He ran his tongue across the seam of your lips and wiggled its way through. But your modest self, placed your hands on his chest and softly pushed him off of you, still keeping him close.

“Jaemin, this is nice and all, but uh, Jeno’s right there.” You looked up at him with doe eyes and then looked behind you, over your shoulder at Jeno, who just smiled and waved his hand.

Now it was Jaemin’s turn to ask you a question. “Y/n, would it be okay if Jeno touched you a bit?” A bit. That was an understatement. If you said yes to this, Jeno wasn’t sure if he’d be able to go on without touching you.

You looked back at Jaemin with wide eyes, and you figured that was the question he was putting off asking, but it turns out, it wasn’t just that. “And would it be okay if Jaemin filmed me touching you?” When you went to looked behind you again, Jeno was much closer than before, he was so close that when you turned your head, your line of sight was right to his chest, which was pressed against you.

“Like, porn?” You whispered the last word, embarrassed to be saying it out loud and that made both Jeno and Jaemin laugh. For some reason, being in between the two men while they’re laughing at you, made the area between your legs throb a bit. “Yes Y/n, like porn. You see Jaemin and I are being evicted and we figured that a quick way to make some money was to use a pretty girl like you. We’d make you feel so good, Sweetheart. You want to be our good girl, don’t you Y/n?” You felt Jeno’s mouth on the shell of your ear and Jaemin’s gaze was casted down to your lips and all you could do in that moment, was nod. And that’s when both boys snapped.

Hands were grabbing you, lips were on you, and their crotches were grinding against you. “Are we starting this now?” You whimpered out as Jaemin humped your front that was starting to ache even more. “No, we aren’t. We bought some things for it, and they’re supposed to arrive tomorrow night.” Jeno cleared his throat and stepped back, watching Jaemin continue to kiss you.

Jaemin hadn’t even realized that Jeno had stopped, until the blonde cleared his throat yet again, and that’s when he looked up with swollen lips. Your lips followed him when they parted from yours, he smiled at you chasing the kiss and looked back up to Jeno.

“You said that they’re supposed to be here by tomorrow night?” Jaemin asked the man across from him and saw him bob his head up and down. “Are you okay with doing it on such short notice?” Once again, you did the only thing your body allowed you to do, which was nod.

Jaemin and you didn’t stay at his apartment for much longer after the conversation occurred, he figured you should probably be as comfortable as you possibly can before the time comes. And you said you’d be the most pleasant in your bed with Jaemin beside you.

So, that’s what you two did, he drove you two back to your apartment, but first he stopped so you two could get ice cream, in hopes to calm your nerves.

The sweet aroma mixed well with the cool temperature that greeted you when you first walked in. The light pink and blue stripes on the walls soothed you, reminding you of the colors of your bed set and décor. You leaned into Jaemin, the warmth of him and the cold of the building made you sigh, as well as goosebumps rise along your arms. While you looked at the wide variety of flavors, being 31 of them, Jaemin ran his hands along your arms, warming them up.

“Hi, how may I help you today? Are you wanting to try any flavors?” The young boy looked at you from behind the counter and smiled a toothy grin. Not over 16 years old, no doubt saving up for a car or college. Jaemin spoke up from behind you, knowing you hated ordering what you wanted. “Can we just have two scoops of cookies n’ cream in a bowl please?” He felt you tug on his arm, and then felt your lips by his ear. “Remember the upside-down cone.” You lowered yourself from your tippy toes. “Ah how could I forget the upside-down cone?” He turned back to the boy and added, “And can you add a cone to the top of that please?”

The boy gave a look to Jaemin that showcased confusion. “Do I just-”, Jaemin smiled and answered the boy immediately, “Just set it on upside down please”. The boy just smiled again, eyebrows furrowed, obviously never being asked this before.

You and Jaemin stepped aside to allow the other people in line to step forward, and you two watched the teenage boy take the two scoops of ice cream in a bowl to where all the waffle items were. He took a cone and looked at it before carefully placing it on top of the ice cream. He returned to the edge of the counter and handed it to Jaemin, who said thank you and walked towards the door, with you still hanging onto his arm.

“Now let’s you home.” Jaemin looked at you, who was already eating the waffle cone and laughed as he unlocked his car.

The rest of the night went by pretty quickly, you spoon-fed Jaemin bites of ice cream while he drove, laughing if some of it dribbled onto his chin and shirt. You let yourself drift into a specific state of mentality that only Jaemin can bring out. This caused you to forget about what was going to happen the next night, you were excited for it but also nervous, but you knew that Jaemin would be monitoring the entire thing, literally and figurately, so you were in safe hands.

You and Jaemin finished the ice cream and waffle cone and you set the empty bowl into the cup holder, your eyes had started to glaze over with drowsiness and your body and mind gave you no strength to continue to keep your eyes open. With your head against the cool glass of the window, you were lulled to sleep.

The only thing that woke you up was Jaemin lightly patting your pockets for your keys. “My left one.” He whispered a thank you and slightly moved you in his arms, so he had access to said pocket. From picking you up and out of your seat in the car, to walking to your bedroom, Jaemin never set you down once. Nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, caused you to fall asleep again before your head even made it to the pillow.

You woke up the next morning just like you did the morning before, this time though, Jaemin was still lying next to you, he was already awake and quietly looking at you. You felt his warm hand on your lower back as your chests were pressed to each other. “Good morning, Nana.” He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips instead of answering. “You’re so pretty Y/n, you know that right.” You just blushed and looked away. “Jaemin…” You drug the ‘min’ of his name on. “You are Y/n, most beautiful woman in the world.” Giggling, you swatted at his chest.

He grabbed the hand that was lightly hitting his chest and brought it up to his lips. Placing light kisses on your fingertips, he asked if you wanted a rundown of what was going to happen that night. You shook your head no and decided you wanted the surprise. “I will tell you that Jeno and I are going to act a little mean, but we don’t mean what we’ll actually be saying.” Not understanding what he was saying at the moment, you just decided to go along with it, remember to keep it in mind later.

Later came much sooner that both you and Jaemin thought it would, because one minute you two were laying bed, slowly making out and then the next, you were driving to Jaemin and Jeno’s apartment for the second time in 24 hours.

Much like the night before, Jaemin was dreading the arrival to his apartment, only this time, you too, were not looking forward to this. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself. You were excited, and you seemed to be horny all day, from trying to make something more out of the slow make out session you two shared in bed, which Jaemin said “no” to because you needed to say your energy, to damn near getting on your knees and begging Jaemin to join you in the shower. Which he did end up giving into your pleads, but he still forced himself to refuse to allow anything sexual to happen. Jaemin knew that you could get worn out from sex and then be tired for the rest of the day, and you had a big night ahead of you.

Thinking about what was going to happen, your mind went to auto pilot and the next thing you knew was you were standing in their apartment as Jaemin went to get him camera from his room. Jeno hadn’t said much to you since you arrived, he only really nodded in acknowledge when you sheepishly entered his apartment close behind Jaemin, not letting go of his hand. You reminded him of a child about to go into a haunted house with their parents while they were young, wide eyes, their whole body shaking, and hiding behind them for protection.

Jeno did approach you after Jaemin left to go to his room and handed you a light pink box with a slightly darker pink bow. “I, uh, I mean, Jaemin and I, got this for you to wear, sorry if it doesn’t fit super well, I- Jaemin and I weren’t positive on what your size was.” You accepted the box and looked up at Jeno with the same scared look you had when you first walked into the room. As you were walking away to go put whatever was in the box on, you thought about how Jaemin did know your size, he loved buying you sweaters he knew you loved, and it wasn’t like him to forget random things about you.

You passed your lover in the hallway after he grabbed his camera, “Can I just change in your room Nana?” You held up the box to let him know what you were talking about, but he still looked confused, like he’s never seen that box in his entire life. But he still responded with, “Yes, of course you can, I didn’t see you have that with you in the car?” He thought it was something you had bought at some point in the past two days, even though he was with you for every minute. He also didn’t know why you would’ve put that in a decorative box if you had already owned it.

When you answered him, he felt his blood run cold as well as boil at the same time. “No? Jeno said that you and him got it for me to wear during this whole thing.” He just looked back at the box, shot a fake smile to you and went straight into the living room, which is where Jeno was. Jaemin made sure his door was fully shut with you inside before he started, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He put his camera down so he could shove Jeno. Only stumbling back, Jeno just rolled his eyes and tried to justify his perverted tendencies. “It’ll be good for the video, man. Trust me.”

That only made Jaemin even more angry, “Trust you? I’ve seen the way you look at her, I saw the way you looked when you suggested her for this, you looked like a dog that was begging for a bone, fucking drooling just at the thought. How can I trust you when you can’t get my girl out of your horny mind?”

Shaking his head in disbelief he went to where he set his camera and tripod down and walked back to the middle of room, he was trying to calm down, not wanting you to worry.

Jaemin was getting his camera set up, when he heard his bedroom door open. Him and Jeno exchanged glances as they heard your soft footsteps pad their way to the living room. “Jaemin? Can you come here for a second? Please?” Nodding at Jeno, Jaemin stepped away from his tripod and turned the corner that led to the hallway. And that’s where he saw you.

He looked at you up and down and tried not to pounce on you immediately, Jaemin wouldn’t want to ruin you before the camera was on. He would have several chances to do that later. Even though his brain was telling him not to, his dick, said something entirely different.

“Jaemin, I don’t know about this, this dress is embarr-” you were interrupted by Jaemin grabbing the sides of your face and slamming his lips to yours, his nose pressing into your cheek roughly. Moving his hands down your face, to your front, he squeezed your breasts once before moving his hands underneath your dress. Smiling against your mouth, he grabbed your ass and spread your cheeks, causing your thong to get wedged between your ass cheeks. “Jaemin” you moaned into his mouth as he grabbed your ass again and picked you up.

Heading to the living room with you in his arms, he heard Jeno gasp as he took in your appearance and threw you on the couch. Jaemin followed you down and lodged a knee between your thighs and continued to kiss you.

He only stopped when he felt a hand to his chest and was pushed off of you. “What the hell?” He looked up with lust crazed eyes, only to see Jeno looking down at the two of you. “Let’s save it for the camera lover boy.”

Jaemin grumbled and just headed back behind the camera and signaled for Jeno to follow him. As you sat up and fixed the frills of your dress, Jeno looked at you, well, your uncovered thighs, “Do you remember how this is supposed to go?” You just nodded and looked up at the camera once you deemed your dress and appearance fixed enough.

“You can back out of this whenever Y/n, just say “Red” if you want to stop.” Jaemin gave you the last genuinely sweet smile you’d see for the next hour or two.

Looking from Jaemin over to Jeno, you saw him sitting in the chair across from the couch, his legs were spread, and you could tell he was hard from the bulge in his sweatpants. He wasn’t even all the way hard and he was already huge. Jeno was looking at you like he was ready to destroy you as soon as Jaemin gave him the thumbs up.

But first, he gave you a thumbs up, and you saw the blinking red light appear, the camera was rolling now.

“Thanks for reaching out to us, what made you gain interest in the industry?” Jaemin was trying to remember the script while he was looking at you through the viewfinder. He saw the way your toes were curled in your white knee socks, your thighs were closed tightly together under the skirt of your frilly pink dress, your breasts were outlined in the top of the dress, which was too tight, but it showed your hard nipples poking out perfectly to the camera.

Jeno was trying to be patient but with the vulnerable and slightly uncomfortable look on your face and the way the dress outlined your body, Jeno’s patience was running out.

“I heard you needed a new star.” You felt hot, your mouth was dry, your hands were shaking, and your chest felt heavy. Your dress made you feel childish with all the frills and the pink but with the way Jaemin and Jeno were looking at you, it made you feel the opposite.

Both men had obvious tents in their sweatpants, but both chose to neglect them, saving them for when they could take out their need on you.

“What kind of kinks are you into Y/n?” Jaemin licked his lips and stared into your soul with hooded eyes. This question was put on the script for his own benefit. He wanted to know; he wanted an excuse to find out.

“I-um- I’m not sure. I haven’t done much besides the normal thing. But I do like my breasts to be played with, I like when Jaemin does it.” You went off script by accident, but Jaemin didn’t mind, he knew you loved it when he twisted, sucked, pulled, pinched, and even bit your nipples. You had sensitive breasts and Jaemin always took advantage of that.

“Is there anything you won’t do?” Jeno’s gruff voice was spoke up from his chair besides Jaemin’s camera. “Well, I don’t know what I don’t like at the moment, I don’t know how far this thing can go.” You were tripping over your words and Jeno’s next statement didn’t help that. “What thing Y/n? You have words, use them.”

“I’m not sure-I don’t know how extreme sex can go.” Jaemin cooed at the blush that appeared on your face when you said “sex”. Whenever you said something remotely inappropriate, you grew embarrassed quickly. Jeno replied before Jaemin could, “Well we’ll teach you, don’t worry about it.”

“You seem perfect for us Y/n, how about you take off your dress for us?” Following Jaemin’s orders immediately, you reached behind you to find the zipper. Your fingers fell a few inches too short to reach, “Jaemin, I need help. I can’t reach it.” Even though you were supposed to act semi-confident throughout the whole video, Jaemin loved the whiney undertone of your voice. He signaled to Jeno to help you, and he relished the way your lips slightly pouted when you saw it wasn’t him who was going to help you.

Jeno wasn’t too bad though, he came up to you, and moved all of your hair to one shoulder and slowly unzipped the dress, however, he didn’t unzip it all the way. He stopped at your mid back, so the front fell just enough for your breasts to be shown. Moving out of the camera’s view, Jeno went off to the side to watch you start playing with yourself.

“Y/n, play with your tits for me.” Your eyes widened at the request, and you looked down at your breasts and brought your hands up to them. Even though you were supposed to look at the camera the entire time, you couldn’t take your eyes off of the man behind it. Not knowing what to do first, you just settled with squishing them together. You let out a whimper once you made it to your nipples. Trying to do what Jaemin does, you pinched and pulled at them. No matter what you did, it didn’t feel the same as when Jaemin would do it. Which way your turned them, how far you pulled them, and how hard you pinched them, nothing felt as good as when Jaemin would do it. Looking up at him, with an expression that could only mean “help me”, Jaemin smirked, knowing what you were doing. He felt a sense of pride knowing only him could treat your body just the way you wanted.

“You’re such a good girl for me Y/n, always so eager to do what I want, when I want. Such a little slut, a good little slut for me. Take off the rest of your dress, wanna see you.” The sight of you trying to remove your dress was an amusing one for Jeno and Jaemin, it seemed like you couldn’t find the bottom of your skirt through all of the layers of frills. “So dumb for us, can’t even take off her clothes by herself.” Jeno taunted as he pulled you up from the couch and turned you around. He unzipped the rest of your dress and let it fall down and off your body, leaving you completely bare to the room, except for your knee socks.

Jeno and Jaemin took in the sight of you, you were obviously embarrassed, but so turned on. Jeno pushed you back onto the couch and watched your tits bounce from the impact.

“Y/n, how about you spread your legs? Show us your pussy. I bet you taste just as sweet as you smell.” Jaemin brought the camera closer to you and ran his fingers through your wetness. He looked at Jeno as if he told him to get ready. “Here, use this and show us how you would play with yourself.” The man behind the camera handed you something you had only seen at the back of some stores. It was a vibrator, and you weren’t too sure where to start, because you had never used one. Not with yourself and not with Jaemin.

Seeing your confusion and struggle, Jaemin went ahead and turned it on for you. “Now baby, put this on your clit and run it along your lips and clit and it’ll feel really good.” You looked at Jaemin one last time before you looked at the toy. With the intention of following Jaemin’s orders, you lowered the buzzing toy to your cunt, but as soon as it touched your throbbing clit, your legs closed tightly. The whirring sound still filling the room, you looked up at the two me above you.

“Feels weird Nana.” That’s when Jaemin gave Jeno the signal to go ahead and step in. “I’ll help you Y/n, it’ll feel funny at first, but you just have to get used to it.” Jeno’s lips met your forehead in a quick kiss as he pushed you forward, so he could sit behind you.

You jerked up when you felt Jeno’s cock on pressing into your lower back, and you tensed up even more when Jeno placed a hand on your stomach and moved you once again, to lean against him. He picked up your thighs and placed them over his spread ones. Once again, exposing you to the prying eyes of the camera.

Putting his forearms on your thighs, in order to hold you down and stop you from squirming, Jeno picked up the vibrator that was still on and without warning, ran it along your folds. However, this time, your legs couldn’t close, and you couldn’t wiggle away with Jeno’s grip on you. All you could do was moan, close your eyes, and curl your toes.

Jeno did say you would have to get used to it, and you did, but what you weren’t ready for was the feeling of the vibrator on you once you had already come. “Jen-no, too much.” Without showing any mercy Jeno bumped up the level and held it on you with more force. “If this is too much, then how are you going to get through the rest of the night?”

You just let out a whimper and felt your cheeks get wet from the tears that had started to fall without you knowing. “Aw, poor baby is crying.” Jeno wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled your head back, so it was right by his. He used his hold on your neck and moved it to your chin, he turned your face towards him. You looked into his eyes and neither what he did, nor what came out of his mouth was expected.

“Pass me the clamps Jaems.” And following his demand, he ran his tongue along one of your teary cheeks. You were ashamed of how you were letting these men treat you, but it felt so good that you couldn’t help but give them what they wanted. Your dazed eye contact with Jeno was interrupted by the jingling sound that was coming from something in Jaemin’s hand.

He tossed them to Jeno who reach around you and caught them in his right hand, his left was preoccupied with playing with your nipples. His rubbing and pulling caused them to turn to hard pebbles.

“Jeno, what are you going to do with those?” Your tried wiggling out of Jeno’s iron grip when you saw the light reflect off of the metal that made up the clamps, the chain connecting the two together, draped out of Jeno’s palm as he closed his fist around the clamps, not letting you see them anymore.

“Well, Jaemin had mentioned that you like your tits played with when we were buying all this stuff for you, and you confirmed that earlier, we want your breasts to have attention the whole time, but we’ll be too busy playing with the parts of you that we really want to play with.

You closed your eyes as you saw Jeno start playing with the metal clamps again. Neither man told you when he was going to pinch them on you and you refused to open your eyes, this caused you to be left in a feeling of suspense.

That suspense was short-lived because soon you felt the cold metal clamps pinch your nipples between them. Your back arched when Jeno used the chain between the two clamps and pulled, hard. “Jeno!” You quietly yelled out, keeping your eyes closed, tightly. Jaemin wasn’t too happy with you moaning Jeno’s name, but this was hopefully a one-time thing.

With the clamps on, your nipples were being constantly stimulated, and even though you were trying to get used to the slightly uncomfortable feeling, Jeno and Jaemin had other plans.

Jaemin removed the camera from the tripod and held it in one hand, grabbed something from where the clamps came from, and walked closer to you. Jeno, held your thighs tightly again, letting Jaemin see everything. You saw that the thing he was carrying was a light blue color and the shape of a penis. It was a dildo, again you had never owned one or used one.

You’ve never been scared of Jaemin before, but watching him walk closer and closer to you, with that sadistic smile on his face, camera in one hand, and the toy in the other. The camera had a view of everything since Jeno was spreading you for everyone to see.

“Jeno, how about you test out her mouth?” Immediately getting up, Jeno picked you up with him, just to drop you on the couch again. But this time, with the clamps on your nipples, when your breasts bounced, it was painful, unlike the first time.

Too focused on Jaemin in front of you, you hadn’t noticed that Jeno removed his sweatpants and briefs, when he walked back into your line of sight, you saw just how big he was. He was longer than Jaemin, but Jaemin still had more girth to him.

Subconsciously opening your mouth when Jeno came near, both men saw and laughed at you, this reminded you of last night, and the reaction your body gave was no different, but this time it was stronger. “So desperate for cock, huh? That’s all you’re good for, just a couple holes to fill.” You whimpered out a “Yes, please give me your cock Jeno.” “Yeah Jeno, give her your cock, make her gag, choke, cry.”

He didn’t wait for any other conversation to pass before he placed the tip of his cock to your parted lips. Starting off with sticking your tongue, you flicked the head and collected the pre-cum that had beaded out. Your tastebuds were met with the salty taste of Jeno.

You didn’t get to run your tongue around the head and slit any longer since Jeno had gabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail and started to push his cock in your mouth. He didn’t let you adjust and immediately the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag and choke.

But, as Jeno pushed himself into your mouth, Jaemin pushed the dildo into you. Trying to pull away from Jeno to look at Jaemin, he just tightened his hold on your hair and chuckled. “No, I’m not done yet.” Your eyes widened and filled with tears as Jeno started thrusting into your mouth. “So warm, such a good mouth, such a good girl, just a doll to use.” You felt yourself clench around the toy that Jaemin was thrusting into you in time with Jeno hitting the back of your throat.

Starting to become overwhelmed, you couldn’t control anything anymore, you were crying, drooling all over yourself and Jeno, and dripping on the couch and Jaemin’s hand. Every now and then either Jaemin or Jeno would pull on the chain that was swinging along your chest with each thrust.

When Jeno starting to get close, his thrusts sped up, and he was going even deeper. The man kneeling on the floor could see an imprint in your neck where Jeno’s cock was ramming its way down your throat. He watched it disappear when he pulled out and then reappear when he pushed back in. He also saw drool fall to your tits and down to your stomach.

Jeno kept his fast pace as he chased his high, no caring or slowing when you placed your hands on his thighs and dug your nails in. Jaemin wanted to press into your lower stomach when he would thrust the dildo in and he wanted to spread around the drool around your torso, but he couldn’t since he was holding the camera in one hand and pleasuring you with the other. He just thought it was something he’d have to do with you another time, that time without Jeno and the camera. Well, maybe with the camera, but he’d keep the film for his own viewing.

He saw the way your thighs tightened through the viewfinder of the camera, and saw your legs shaking, about to cum. Your moans around Jeno’s length caused him to let go and your mouth was filled with his cum. He rolled his hips, coming down from the cloud your mouth put him on, and then pulled out. There was a sting of cum from the tip of him to your mouth. “Swallow it, swallow all of it.” You were finally able to look up at him, and you saw the crazed look in is eyes and how he ran the tip of his tongue along his upper lip.

You remember what he had told you to do, and you brought your mouth back to the head of his dick and closed your lips around it to break the string. Pulling back and swallowing, you opened your mouth to show Jeno that you had, in fact swallowed all of it. Your now open mouth allowed your moans to come out loud instead of muffled. Jaemin was still pushing the toy in and out of you, he was filming your pussy but he switched angles so he could get the exchange between you and Jeno. He also got a shot of your cum filled mouth, the swallowing motion, and then when your reopened your mouth to show that it was empty.

“Jaemin, I’m cl-close. It hurts, please.” You begged, the man below you did listen to your pleas, and you got what you wanted. Your calves tensed up as you felt the hot white head spread throughout your body. He wasn’t sure whether to film your pulsing cunt or your face, your eyebrows were furrowed, eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly parted, and your head was thrown back. Jaemin saw the way your chest was rising and falling, the chain was moving with your chest, and you felt the cold tap of it whenever you shuddered.

Removing the dildo from your cunt, Jaemin brought it up to your lips. “C’mon Baby, lick it a bit.” You did lick it, but after one taste you were pulling your head back and away from the toy. “Do you like the way you taste?” You shook your head to the sides and Jaemin mocked the pout that planted itself on your lips. “That’s a shame, because I love it. You’re so sweet.” He raised the toy that was glistening with your wetness to his lips and licked it, like you did, but with vigor.

Your jaw dropped as you watched Jaemin do that, you had never seen him do anything that vulgar before, even though he was drilling that same fake penis into you not two minutes ago. Jaemin didn’t waste much time until he was moving on to the next thing. He was enjoying this but wasn’t enjoying Jeno being there, especially because of what had happened earlier.

“Lay down for me Y/n, on your stomach please.” Listening to him, you moved your body, so it was parallel to the couch, with the nipple clamps it was painful to press your front fully into the couch, so you settled with propping yourself up with your elbows.

Jaemin came back to you with a bottle of lube and a small butt plug. You felt your breath catch in your chest and it took Jaemin to remind you to breath for you to even realize that you had stopped. “Breath for me Y/n.”

The first breath was shaking and so were the rest afterwards. You heard the snap of the cap from the lube bottle opening, and then you heard Jeno walk over to you, to stand next to Jaemin. “Spread her for me.” Jeno did just that, you felt his palms on your ass and then felt your ass cheeks being pulled from each other.

The coldness of the lube made you tighten the rim of your ass. “You’re going to have to relax so it’s easier to loosen you up for us.” Jaemin circled your unused hole with one of his fingers, spreading the lube around it, adding a bit more lube, you felt him slip in the tip of that finger. The intrusion was extremely unfamiliar, the most Jaemin has ever done in the past involving anal with you was him rubbing around the puckered hole while you two were making out but, he’s never actually put something in there before.

Thanks to his advice of trying to relax, his finger did go in pretty easily. You tried your best to resist the urge to tighten the muscles of your ass. The butt plug was pretty small, he wasn’t trying to hurt you, he just wanted to make you a feel a bit more full than normal.

After stretching out your hole with one finger and then two, he deemed that you were ready to take the plug. He put some more lube on the plug itself and a bit more around your asshole. “You’re doing so good for us Y/n, so good for me. Such a perfect slut.” Jaemin whispered as he pushed the plug into you. The cold metal on your walls made you gasp and slightly arch your back. Jeno’s warm hands still spreading you for the camera were a drastic difference mixed with the coldness that was in you.

Those hands moved from your ass to your hips, he tightened his grip on you and flipped your body over, so your back was now parallel to the couch.

The two men talked about switching places after Jeno had come when they bought the sex toys, Jaemin told Jeno the basics of how to work the camera and told him that during the last half of filming, Jeno would be behind the camera. So Jaemin handed it off to him. Your ass was still adjusting to the full feeling the butt plug gave it, even though you were scared to sit up, not knowing how it would feel, you risked it when you saw Jaemin walking towards you, without the camera in his hands, it was just your Jaemin.

“Nana.” You spoke quietly, confused about how this would go. It was Jaemin, you were used to the gentle sex you two had often, not this. But you knew how you were supposed to act for this and Jeno made it easy since he was the one mainly talking; however, he was behind the camera now and it felt like it was just Jaemin and you.

Jaemin kneeled above you, he had removed his clothes while Jeno got used to the feeling of holding the camera in his hands. His cock was hard, and it never failed to surprise you with how big he was. “Nana, please touch me.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, wanting the throbbing feeling in your pussy to go away. “I need you.”

He didn’t detain himself any longer, he leaned over you, and lined himself up. Tapping your clit with the head of his cock once, he moved it to your cunt and pushed in. Hissing at the feeling of your walls contacting around his dick and the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders, they were sharp enough to draw slight crescent moon shapes that were now pooling with blood.

Maybe it was to get even or maybe it was because he wanted to hear the sound you were going to make; he removed the nipple clamps. You moaned in pleasure filled pain as the blood came rushing back to your nipples. Jaemin loved the way the pain made you tighten even more around him. He loved the way your cheeks were wet with tears. And he loved the way you never lost eye contact with him. You looked at him as if he was the greatest person to ever walk the earth, your eyes showed so much adoration, it made his heart hurt.

Jaemin leaned into your ear without faltering his pace and quietly said, “You’re doing so good for us baby, we’re almost done. We’ll go back to your apartment and take a bath and cuddle, okay?” You looked into his eyes and slightly nodded, but the wholesome moment was ruined when Jaemin’s cock rammed right into your g-spot. Your back arched up and you yelled out.

The sounds coming from your lower halves was the only thing that was able to take your eyes off of Jaemin’s. The sound was so obscene, it was wet and just by listening, you could picture the visual. Both of your guy’s thighs were shining from a mixture of lube and your arousal, and Jaemin’s cock was sliding in and out at a vigorous pace.

You two were losing yourselves in each other, “I’m close Nana.” You whined as you looked back up at Jaemin. “Me too baby, I’m almost there, hold out for me.” Rapidly shaking your head, you tighten the walls of your pussy, thinking that would help, and it did. It made Jaemin closer, meaning you wouldn’t have to wait for as long.

“I’m going to cum Y/n. Cum with me.” Jaemin moaned into your mouth. “Cum in me Jaemin.” The coil that had been building in your stomach snapped, your walls clamped impossible tight around Jaemin’s cock, and he threw his head back.

Jaemin came into you and continued to fuck into you, just this time slower, he was just riding out your highs. When he pulled out, you whimpered, not liking the feeling of being empty. Jaemin lazily smirked at the noise that immitted from your mouth and took two of his fingers and pushed the cum that had begun to leak out of you back into you.

“You look so pretty like this Y/n, you’re so good to me.” Jaemin looked down at you from his now kneeling position and watch his fingers push the bits of his cum back into you.

“And we’re done.” You both had forgotten about Jeno, too wrapped into your own personal bubble. Jeno had stopped filming right before he said that and Jaemin just nodded, still looking at you. The man holding the camera took that as his cue to leave, he set down his friend’s camera and went to his room to clean himself up. He was a bit upset that he wasn’t the one that was going to get to clean you up and cuddle with you afterwards, but after watching the last few minutes of whatever had just happened in there, it was obvious that you and Jaemin were perfect together, and he didn’t want to mess that up. He'd always have this memory to jerk off to, and it was going to be on the internet soon enough, so he’ll get to watch it from an outsider’s point as view as well.

It took a few minutes for you and Jaemin to really calm down, both intoxicated on each other to do anything else. But after those few minutes, Jaemin pulled himself from you so he could get a clean washcloth to wipe you up.

You stared at their ceiling and wondered if the video was going to help them like they needed it to. If it was just Jaemin living here and was about to be evicted, you would just offer him to start living with you. However, it was Jeno that would also need a place to stay, and your apartment was much too small. It was meant for single old people and having Jaemin there would make it a little crammed.

Being too into your own head caused you to miss Jaemin coming back into the room, and you didn’t notice that he was back until you felt the warm feeling of the damp washcloth on the inside of your thighs. He made sure you were clean there before moving on, you whined with he ran the washcloth around and over your pussy, cleaning the cum and lube that dripped from your ass.

He then moved onto cleaning your ass, he firstly helped you roll over so he could access that part of you. “I’m going to take out the plug, okay Y/n?” You were resting your head on your folding arms and moved your head, in hopes it would come across as a nod.

Jaemin did take it as consent and twisted the plug as he pulled it out, he smiled at the gasp you let out in relief from the tense feeling. He just listened to your noises as he finished cleaning you up, using a different washcloth to rub around the rest of your body, letting the warmth relax your muscles.

“Do you want to take a bath here or back at your place? I don’t mind either, but I know you’ll get tired from the warm water, and I know you prefer to sleep in your own bed. It’s up to you, I’m fine with whatever.” Jaemin moved to sit on the floor by the couch where your head was. He looked at how your eyes were shut, not tightly this time, but calmly, he ran his fingers through your slightly tangled hair and was careful when he came across any knots. He rubbed along your neck and shoulders, waiting for you to regain enough energy to get up to use the bathroom and get dressed.

“Can we go back to my place Nana?” He liked that you trusted him at your place, and that you preferred to be with him there alone, rather than his bachelor pad with Jeno. “We sure can, how about you go to the bathroom and then I’ll help you get dressed.” Jaemin helped you get up from your resting place on the couch and didn’t let go of you until you were seated on the toilet. He left you so you would have your privacy.

Waiting a few minutes, so he knew it was safe to come get you, he found you standing at the sink with your hands under warm water. “Let’s get you dress.” He kissed your forehead, nose, and then down to your lips as he softly grabbed your upper arms to lead you from behind to his room.

While he was waiting for the water to warm up for the washcloth, he used to clean you up, he grabbed a pair of his boxers, sweatpants, and one of his hoodies for you. “I didn’t think you’d want to wear something fitted like your panties, so I grabbed you a pair of smaller boxers that I don’t wear anymore, I get it if you don’t want to wear them, it won’t hurt my feel-.” Before he could finish what, he was saying, you started to put them on yourself. Jaemin grabbed them from your tired hands and knelt in front of you. He stretched them out a bit so it would be easier for you to put your feet through the holes.

You had put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you pick up on foot to step into the underwear and then the other. Before getting up, Jaemin grabbed his sweatpants from his bed to do the same thing. He looked up at you and felt himself lose his breath, you were looking down at him with sleepy eyes and you were wearing nothing but his boxers. He pulled the sweatpants up as he got up, he drug the tip of his nose along the skin of your stomach and then between your breasts, up your neck and then kissed your lips gently, scared that now you would break.

“Nana, I love you.” The feeling of his warm hands cupping your cheeks made you smile. “I love you too, Y/n.” If it weren’t for you two already exchanging ‘I love you’s he would’ve blamed it as the post extreme lust fogging your brain, but with the sincerity in which you said it with, he believed it whole-heartedly.

He forced himself to pull away so he could finish dressing you. Grabbing his mint hoodie, he told you to raise your arms up so he could slip it on. “Let’s go Y/n.” Scared to speak loudly, and interrupt the spell you both were under, he took your hand and led you to his door. You two passed Jeno’s room which was uncharacteristically quiet. Jaemin just said he must be asleep already and continued to walk to the door.

The ride back to your apartment was nice and quiet, Jaemin had two of the windows down so you could feel the warm air on your face. He was focusing on the empty road around him when he heard a slight giggle from your side of the car. “What’s so funny over there?” Jaemin side-eyed you and joined in on your giggling when you answered him. “We just made porn with your best friend to save you two from being kicked out from your apartment.”

“Yes, we did, but in all seriousness, thank you for agreeing to this. It’ll never happen again, I promise.” Jaemin tried to switch between looking at you and the road often. “I don’t know, I didn’t mind it, I liked being recorded. I wouldn’t mind doing those type of things on camera again, just maybe not post it next time. Hell, we could even let Jeno join in some times. It was fun.”

Jaemin wasn’t expecting you to say that, but he was so glad that you enjoyed yourself and had fun, he was praying you wouldn’t feel weird about yourself afterwards.

He pulled into the same parking spot of your building’s parking lot as he did the other night and ran around to your side of the car. “Jaemin, I can walk now.” You chuckled as Jaemin unbuckled your seatbelt to pick you up. “I know, I just like taking care of you, you’re my sweet baby and I put you through a lot tonight.” He said the last half softly and walked into your building.

Jaemin didn’t put you down until you two were in your bathroom and he sat you down on the closed toilet lid as he filled up your bathtub with warm water and bubbles. You watched the water fall from the faucet and into the tub that was now smelling like roses.

The tub was almost filled, so you took the liberty of removing Jaemin’s sweatshirt. The cold air on your now exposed warm skin caused your nipples to harden into pebbles. The man that was leaning over the tub to turn off the water, turned towards you and loved the sight in front of him. Your arms were crossed over your chest, squishing your boobs but your hard nipples were still visible under your forearms. The sweatpants were a bit too big, so they sagged down a bit, revealing the band of the boxers you were wearing.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to sound weird, but-uh-can I-can I take a photo of you?” You were taken back from his request, mostly because it seems to be on a very personal level, unlike what went down at his apartment. “I promise I won’t show anyone, it’s just for me.” You blinked and opened your mouth, “I guess so, yeah, is there anything you want me to do?” You were about to move your arms, but Jaemin reached out and stopped you. “Just stay still and look at me.”

When he said, ‘look at me’, he meant the camera but when he was getting ready to snap the photo, your eyes looked into his and he gulped. Whenever he looked at this photo, he’d remember that you were looking at him.

“Thank you, Y/n, do you want to see it?” You just shook your head, wanting to keep that photo to just him, and you pulled off his boxers and sweatpants from your legs in one go. When you lifted your leg up to step into the bath, you felt a strain in your thigh, making you whimper. Jaemin was immediately at you side and just picked you up bridal style to set you down in the warm water.

You scooted up and looked at Jaemin expectantly, he understood quickly and removed his clothes and sat in the space you made for him behind you. You leaned into him and dropped the back of your head to his shoulder.

“Nana? If I fall asleep while we’re in the tub, will you take care of me?” Kissing the side of your head, he mumbled, “I’ll always take care of you, no matter what.”

#female reader #jaemin smut #lee jeno #jeno smut #na jaemin #smut #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct fanfic #nct nomin #nomin smut #1000 notes

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aehyei · 2 years

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Do a jeno ver pls?🥺🥺🥺🥺

[11:58 AM] “This is messed up shit.” Brother’s best friend!Jeno groaned but climbed with you at the backseat of his car anyways. You straddled his waist and licked your lips, feeling the excitement bubbling on the pit of your stomach.

“But I can be messier,” you giggle, sucking on his fingers when he tapped your chin.

The boy uncomfortably shifted on his seat, his dick hardening at how you suck on his fingers so messily, saliva coating his skin. “You really are a slut, huh? What’s your step-brother gonna think of you seeing his little baby sister all messy like this, hmm?”

Nothing has happened yet but you were already moaning in pleasure. Jeno let out a mocking laugh, thrusting up to hit your clothed clit with his obvious hard on.

“J-Jeno, p-please, fuck me. Please, please.” You begged, hiccuping with every thrust. It hurt your feelings when he only snickered, appearing to be not as affected as you are. “I’ll be so good for you, please, please.”

Jeno licked his lips, his hand gripping tightly on your waist, pulling you down until you pressed down on him. He ignored the dirty glare you gave him, clicking on his tongue as he shamelessly checked you out. “Mhm? Baby, don’t give me that look, only bad girls do that. You aren’t my bad girl, are you?”

You whinnied loudly, wiggling against his lap to feel any friction to cure the ache in between your thighs. Jeno didn’t look happy from how impatient you were acting, tightening his hold on your hips that you were sure would bruise in the morning.

“J-Jeno…” You squirm, suddenly feeling small from his stare.

“Are you a bad girl, Y/n?” He hisses, fingers going down to ghost your clothed slit. His ego was sure fed well when he felt how wet you were even if he barely did anything.

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes in frustration, biting your lip so hard that you tasted blood. Jeno’s eyes might’ve darken that he leaned in and licked the blood, making you moan out loud in surprise.

Fuck, that was hot.

“Answer the fucking question, slut. Or are you just that stupid?” Jeno snapped, one hand gripping your ass too tightly and the other now stuffed inside your panties, rubbing quick circles on your clit.

“N-No! N-Not—s-stupid!” You manage to let out, hips moving on its own accord. His movements were so fast that it felt like vibrations. Your legs start to shake as you continuously gasp at the feeling.

“Hm? Really? Not stupid. Well then, you must be a very, very bad girl,” Jeno licked his lips, harshly tapping your clit before withdrawing his fingers, his chest shaking with laughter when you frustratedly cried out, “Wanna call your brother and show him how bad you are? How much of a cockslut you are, huh?”

At this point, you were very much desperate for anything. So not thinking much of it, you nodded your head and blabbered “yes” all over again and again.

“Hello? Jeno?”

Your eyes shot open hearing your step-brother’s voice from the phone, pure shock freezing you. You looked at the cocky smirk dancing around Jeno’s lips, his eyebrow raised before entering a finger right into you, settling in a pace so quick you were sure you were starting to get lucid.

“Hi Jaem,” Jeno inhaled sharply when you moaned silently, “guess which slut came for a good fucking.”

Step-brother!Jaemin’s eyes widened to hear your voice, pleading for Jeno to touch you more. Then a huge smirk left his lips before letting out a deep chuckle, running his fingers through his hair, “Fuck her really well, Jen. Make sure she screams, wanna hear it all.”

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its201 · 1 year

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˚✧₊⁎ ao3 filthy smut fic recs ⁎⁺˳✧༚

part i. jeno x jaemin (nomin)

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1. hot sexy twunk gets pounded by AC repair contractor by psychejn

“Jeno’s been having some trouble lately.”

top jaemin, bttm jeno

2. my sex therapist is low-key hot by icecreamnana

“Jeno and his girlfriend have been having issues with intimacy, so safe to say Jeno is less than enthusiastic to see Doctor Na, a well-known sex therapist, to help get to the root of the problem. Issue is, Doctor Na figures out pretty quickly the real reason why his client is struggling.”

top jeno, bttm therapist!jaemin

! innapropriate client/therapist relationship, age difference (10 years), dildos and flesh lights as therapy, office sex, jeno’s cock canon 8 inches, ass virgin lee jeno

3. spicy vanilla by mismatcha

“Donghyuck claims Professor Lee Jeno is nothing but vanilla, but Jaemin begs to differ. After all, vanilla can be spicy too.”

top professor!jeno, bttm student!jaemin

! student/teacher, exhibitionism, public sex, public nudity, jeno literally fucks jaemin in front of the class, edgeplay, overstimulation, stomach bulge, breeding, squirting, multiple orgasms

4. under gotham’s light by jisungtastic

“After a rough day fighting Gotham’s villains once again. Batman notices the bat signal lighting up in the sky, a familiar, slim, tall figure waiting for him. Moonlight hitting all the right places on his black leather bodysuit, no other than Catman, Jaemin.”

top batman!jeno, bttm catman! jaemin

! anal sex, leather kink

5. the weight of sweetness by pryvate (YALL PLS READ THIS ITS SO GOOD 100/10 WILL NOT DISAPPOINT)

“Lee Jeno wakes at a sudden commotion in his kitchen, only to meet an old friend. Or at least, that’s what Jaemin claims he is to be. Alternatively: Na Jaemin loses hold of Crown Prince Lee Jeno.”

top jaemin, bttm jeno

! age difference, minor violence and injuries, implied/referenced underage drinking

feel free to send me asks if you’re looking for a specific type of fic, or if you want more member x member fic recs!

#jaemin smut #jeno smut #nomin smut #nct dream smut #nct smut

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xolilith · 9 months

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[22:22] O papel colorido colocado anteriormente na boca ainda queima na língua de Jeno. É mais ácido que coca cola.

A temperatura e sensibilidade da sua pele aumentam, e ele parece hipnotizado, com as pupilas dilatas não tira os olhos do garoto de cabelo cor de rosa sentado sobre suas coxas. O torso definido e firme, as unhas cruéis que arranham a sua nuca impiedosamente. Muito diferente de qualquer mulher com quem já esteve.

Mas o que mais o deixa excitado são os sons que saem da boca dele enquanto senta sobre o seu pau.

Aproxima a boca dos mamilos pequenos. Enrola a língua em volta, suga. Sente o garoto tremer, puxar os fios da sua nuca. Olha-o de baixo.

– J-jeno...

Arqueja, pulsando mais fortemente envolta do Lee.

– Não vai mesmo me dizer seu nome, boneca?

#xolilith hard hours?#nomin smut #nomin #jeno x jaemin

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neowinestainedress · 2 years

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rock, paper, scissors

title: rock, paper, scissors

pairing: suh johnny x jeong jaehyun x lee jeno x na jaemin x fem!oc/reader (no name used, written in third person)

genre: smut, basically pwp, best friends!au

summary: five friends rent a house together for a few weeks to enjoy summer like they used to do when they were younger, thinking that nothing could change their friendship. But teasing leads to pent-up tension and tension leads to problems. Problems that can’t be fixed by playing ‘rock, paper, scissors’ like when they were young.

warnings: smut, sexual tension, implied masturbation, unprotected sex, fivesome, (not discussed) dom/sub dynamics, fingering (f), rimming (f), oral (m), double penetration, spit roasting, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise, minor choking, anal sex (f receiving), spitting, light hair pulling, size kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, minor orgasm control, minor dumbification, (hard) dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, (hard) dom!jeno, dom!jaemin, sub!oc/reader, filth just pure filth.

words: 11.765k

a/n: the 4J smut nobody asked for is here. I think I struggle writing things with no emotions so this one was pretty much a challenge for me, but I hope it’s not too bad and you’ll enjoy it. I made it sound deep in the summary but the ‘problems’ are just them being horny. Let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks. ♡

taglist: @wooyoung4eva @jenoxygen @sunshinedhyuck @kundann @jaeymark

They had no idea if she was doing it on purpose, but the more they stared at her, the more they couldn’t get what the hell had happened in over a year.

When she had to move out of town for a job opportunity and they stopped seeing her, they were still used to a pretty innocent woman that would always get shy at their sexual jokes or, most of the time, don’t get them at all. But the woman in front of them was a completely changed person. And none of them expected these two weeks together, locked in the same house, to be this hard.

“This was exactly what we needed,” she exclaimed as she faced the balcony of their rented house, looking at the view in front of her, a drink Johnny just made in hand and a big floppy hat covering her from the sun.

“Most definitely,” Jeno replied from behind, lounging on a sunbed with one arm behind his head, forcing his eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, to drift away from her barely covered ass and stare at the view – like he could give two shits about the sea and the beach in front of them.

“We should go to the beach again,” she said, turning around, resting her elbows on the railing, and looking at all of her friends with a smile on her face. “We’ve spent these first two days locked in.”

“It’s hot,” Jaemin replied, “I don’t get why you want to go down to the beach when we have a pool right here.”

“You’re so lazy,” she huffed, waving him off but then moving to sit between him and Jaehyun, wiggling her ass to fit between them, pushing their open legs close so she could squeeze in. “Why don’t you like going there?”

He snickered, shaking his head and trying not to pay attention to the way her skin was rubbing against his. “Too many people. You know I hate crowds.”

“But the sea is funnier,” she whined, turning around, pouting at him, leaning forward to give him big doe eyes to convince him to go with her.

And Jaemin wouldn’t have given up easily if only his eyes didn’t fall on her chest, pressed up and half exposed by the top of the skimpy white bikini. “I’ll come,” he replied just to make her move from that position before he could get a hard-on in front of everybody.

“See, I can always convince you,” she cheered, not noticing anything, not even the way the other three, in the meanwhile, were rather lost in the other curves of her body.

What the hell were they thinking about? They all mentally cursed, shaking themselves out of their thoughts, some of them feeling more guilty and some others just to keep their morality in line but their reason was the same. They couldn’t screw up fifteen years of friendship for being horny. They all cherished her and their friendship. So they came up with the silent mutual agreement of not ruining everything for sex. The nights there were young, and there were so many hot women they could get, it was just a matter of time before she would’ve slipped back into the back of their minds and simply stayed as their dearest friend.

But they were wrong.

Jeno was the first one to lose his mind. He just couldn’t help to look at her in another way when she wasn’t doing anything to don’t make him fall to his knee and wait for the right moment to have her.

“You’ll get skin cancer if you don’t protect yourself,” she said while her hands moved on his toned body – beautifully toned body, she would’ve said – trying not to get lost on it for too long, wondering since when he had so many muscles.

Jeno mumbled a brief response while he tried to keep his eyes open so his horny-dumb-brain wouldn’t have started to imagine her hands somewhere else on his body. “’kay, are you done?” He asked when she reached too close to his lap, standing up and smiling awkwardly.

“Yes, but can you help me too?” She pouted, passing him the bottle of sunscreen and tilting her head to the side.

“On your body?” He asked, scratching his neck.

“Yeah, silly, where else would you want to apply it?”

“Sure,” he replied, pulling his lips in a tight line. “Turn around and lay,” he said, waiting for her to take place in his old position. He had to take a deep breath before squeezing the cold cream in his hands and starting to apply it on her shoulders, her back, hardly skipping her round perky ass, and down to the back of her thighs and legs.

“Oh,” she moaned, “you’re really good with your hands, you know?”

“Oh, sure I am,” he replied with a smug smirk without realizing, “I mean,” he coughed, “I give pretty good massages.”

“Uhm, uhm,” she moaned again, eyes closed and lips parted. And Jeno had to gather all the will in his body to don’t move her bikini to the side and fuck her right there to see how even prettier she would’ve looked if those sounds came from even more pleasure.

“Turn around,” he said, shaking his head as if to scroll those thoughts out of his mind. “Do you also need my help here?”

“Yeah, I covered your whole body, do the same.”

“Fine,” he sighed, splashing more cream in his hands and doing the same in the front of her body. “Why are you laughing?” He asked, while his hands were on her stomach, her soft smooth skin making him want to taste so much more than just that.

“Nothing,” she said but her lips were still turned up in a playful grin while she stared at his hesitant hands.

“Okay, come on, now, what’s this?”

“As soon as I complimented you, your hands started shaking,” she smiled, sitting up once he was done, and brushing a strand of long black-greenish hair behind his ear. “You’re cute,” she said before leaving a kiss on top of his nose and getting up, running outside to reach the others in the pool.

Jeno stood there for a while, frozen, before he sighed loudly, shaking his head. “She’s going to make me go insane.”

The second one to realize that the plan wasn’t working was Johnny.

He wasn’t used to hearing her pick up all his dirty jokes, so he kept making them and every time got taken aback when she would, not only flirt back, but sometimes, even start it all.

“Could you please stop taking so much space on the couch?” She whined, trying to fit next to him as they tried to choose a movie to watch.

“Hey, you know I’m a big guy,” he replied with a smirk on his face and winking, expecting her to squirm and hide in embarrassment.

“Do I?” She replied, looking at him in the eyes, smirking back. “You know, I’m a visual learner,” she joked, clicking her tongue before turning her attention to the tv again, chuckling lowly as she could still see his stunned expression and feel how his body tensed up.

But Johnny tried to hide it, and cleared his throat, squeezing in his seat to leave her more room.

Or when they were in the kitchen, trying to fit the frozen mixture of a cake they decided to prepare into a form.

“It will never fit,” Johnny groaned, throwing his head back, and shaking his red-brown hair out of his face since his hands were dirty.

“Don’t you know how to be patient?” She asked, coming to his side, taking the dough in her hands and placing it on a plate for a moment. “If it doesn’t slide in,” she said, voice lower than usual as she dirtied her fingers with butter, “it means that you have to get it nice and wet and slippery,” she explained while her fingers ran over the sides of the silicone form before she gently squeezed the dough inside. “See, how easy it is to make it fit if you take it slow?”

Johnny hummed, looking away from her fingers, trying to scroll out of his mind the thought of those fingers being inside of her as he watched how she would take care of herself. “Thanks, I guess,” he babbled, forcing a smile on his face and trying to avoid her teasing gaze.

She shrugged, patting his shoulder with her clean hand. “A shame, by the way, I always imagined you as someone that knew how to take it slow,” she winked, before leaving the kitchen.

Oh, he thought that too before her.

The third to give up was Jaemin. For him, it was the constant touches. The way her hands always found a way on his skin, or in his hair, touching him as if her life depended on it.

When he played video games she always found an excuse to sit on his lap, unknowingly – he wasn’t so sure about that – grinding against him. Or when he wanted to enjoy the peace of the evening and read something outside of the porch she was always there, snuggling close to him. But worsts of it all were their days at the beach.

“Your skin is so soft,” she cooed one day while they were sitting under the umbrella and her head was resting against his shoulder, her hands gently caressing his arm.

“Thanks,” he stuttered, not really knowing what to say, too afraid that, if said more, not-so-appropriate sounds would’ve rolled out of his mouth. Why was she touching him like this? Why was her leg so pressed against his? Wasn’t she hot? And why the hell she never asked the others to go with her? Did she like making him suffer?

She chuckled, moving one hand up under his chin and turning his face toward hers. “Thank you for always coming with me here,” she purred, letting her hand trail up and reach his dark-brown hair, ruffling them playfully. “You’re the best.”

Jaemin swallowed, trying to keep his eyes on hers and not on her soft, plump lips and don’t lean in to kiss her, smiling lightly and thinking that fuck, this was going to be harder than he imagined.

The last one to fall was Jaehyun. He couldn’t really get why she insisted so much to train with him, she had never been a gym girl anyway. But now she was always with him for the few hours he would spend in the small gym inside the house. And he hated it.

He hated the way the pink leggings wrapped around her body. He hated the way her tits bounced when she ran and he could hardly take his eyes off of them. He hated the moans that rolled past her lips when she had to push her body past its limits. And he hated himself because he wasn’t one that typically lost control, so why was he losing it with his best friend?

“I don’t get why you’re always here,” he whispered one time, chuckling, shaking his head as he kept his focus on the weights he was cleaning. Pretending they were much more interesting than her passing a cloth over her body to dry the sweat.

“To stay fit?” She replied as if it was obvious.

“Yeah, but why? Since when?”

“Why not? I’m with you. I don’t have all those other judgmental people I’d have in a real gym and I get to see muscles anyway,” she winked, patting his head.

Jaehyun stuttered something under his breath before lifting his head to stare at her. “My muscles?”

“Oh, please, don’t act as if you’re not aware of the body you carry around.”

He smirked, lowering his head to hide the blush. “And you like the body I carry around?”

She giggled, stealing a white towel close to his seat, and wrapping it around her shoulder before walking to the door. “I love it,” she winked and then sent him a flying kiss that he didn’t even try to catch, too caught up in this. Too caught up in her.

“Tell me you’re seeing her,” Jeno cried out in exasperation when he barged into Johnny’s room, knowing he would’ve found all of them there. She went out to buy something, giving them a bit of time to breathe.

They quirked a brow, putting down their phones to look at him. “Her as in our best friend or another girl that’s making you lose your mind?” Johnny asked, throwing his head back to look at him.

Jeno sighed, running a hand in his hair and pulling. “Yes, congratulations, you got it. Of course, it’s her, who else could it be?”

“And? What do you want us to do?” Jaemin asked, twirling in the chair, resting his head against his fist.

“I don’t know, but she either calms down or I can’t promise you I’ll be able to resist much more,” he huffed. “She’s doing it on purpose, she’s never been like this.”

“Or maybe you never wanted to look at her like that,” Jaehyun said, shrugging.

“Please, don’t tell me that a year ago she was the same,” he groaned. “Have you ever seen her wear those skimpy dresses? Wear so much jewellery? Do her hair so nicely? Or be so touchy all the time?”

“She had never been ugly, though,” Jaemin said, “Jae’s right.”

Jeno rolled his eyes. “It’s not about being ugly but she was so fucking innocent and naïve and now she’s… she’s always the one flirting,” he snapped. “With everybody.”

Johnny laughed. “Yeah, you mad because it’s not you.”

“Shut the hell up,” he retorted. “I was trying to be nice because I know you want her just as well, and you know she wouldn’t say no to me. So… how are we going to do this?”

“Are we planning this?” Jaemin asked, furrowing his brows. “You’re making it sound like a bank robber.”

“Well, it could be even more dangerous than that.”

A few days passed as they tried to test the waters, sneaking around her, trying to flirt back and tease her just as much without slamming her against a wall or any surface they had near them. But nothing really happened, just her usual jokes, and light touches and then she would walk away as if nothing happened, leaving them high and dry.

Their plan was to try to push her harder until she would’ve picked one of them and they couldn’t get mad at each other or fight over who should’ve tried their luck. But nothing. Not even a glimpse of intention of going all way with one of them. Just a long and gruelling torture made of teasings and sexual tension that wasn’t leading them anywhere.

“I’m telling you, I can’t do this tonight,” Jeno warned them, sipping on a cocktail as he leaned back against ‘their table’. They were at a beach party near their rented house, organised by some people they met there but it wasn’t like any of them could really care about the party when they had her.

She was going around collecting drinks, and men, dancing on everybody, letting way too many foreign hands roam on her body and – worst of it all – she wouldn’t miss the chance to look and smirk at them when they casually faced the same way.

“You say it every time and you didn’t fuck her yet,” Jaehyun sang, raising a brow before sipping from his drink too, eyes never leaving her body swinging in a man’s arms.

Jeno glared at him and then clenched the glass tighter. “It’s not like I can force her, can I? And didn’t we have a pact between us? I’m just being nice with you guys because I’m more than sure that with some more talking she would fuck me with no hesitation.”

“Would she?” Jaemin asked, peaking his head forward to look at him. “Because it looks like we’re all in the same boat.”

“Then what do we do?” Johnny asked, shaking his hair out of his face, winking at her when their eyes met.

“Man, I don’t know, if I had a solution to this problem I would’ve solved it,” Jeno replied.

“Hey, guys.” There she was, chest panting, sweat pearling her skin, hair flying lightly in the sea breeze, and a bright smile on her face. A vision that made them all stop in their tracks and get lost in the shape of her body. “Guys?”

“Yeah, uhm, yeah,” they replied, shaking their heads and swallowing, trying to hide the embarrassment of being caught, and luckily for them, she simply chuckled. “The drinks are already getting to your head, aren’t they? You really can’t take it anymore.”

They all snickered and then Jeno replied, “no, we seriously can’t take it anymore.”

“I’m getting bored here,” she pouted, squeezing in between Jeno and Johnny and wrapping her arms around their shoulders. “Can we go home and play something just between us?”

“Bored? It seems like you are having so much fun, there,” Jaehyun joked, and Jeno hit his stomach with his elbow, making him groan in pain.

“We can surely go home, now, as soon as possible,” he replied, pulling her away from the others.

“I need my shoes,” she whined, trying to push back.

“Johnny will get them for you, we just have to walk on the sand, come on, now,” he insisted. “Want me to carry you? Want to see how strong I am?”

The other rolled their eyes hearing his words and watching as he carried her to their place, their giggles fading in the distance.

“We better hurry before he seriously talks her through getting dicked down,” Jaehyun warned them.

Once they were all inside, they decided to play beer pong, which wasn’t even beer. But whatever mix of alcohol they had put in was good.

“So the winners get what?” Jaemin asked, reaching the other side of the table to stay at Johnny’s side to get ready to play.

“Nothing,” she replied, “it’s just for fun, why would you want to win something?”

“Then who loses should get a penalty, at least,” Jeno said. “Come on, there’s no fun with no penalties.”

“Swapping clothes with someone else,” she shrugged, grabbing the ping-pong ball.

“Hey, what’s the fun in that? If they lose they would wear your dress and you wear their big shirt and jeans?”

She chuckled, “What? Sad you won’t be able to stare at my body anymore?”

Jeno coughed while the others laughed under their teeth. “I don’t stare at your body,” he retorted with an obvious lie. “But fine, clothes swapping for the losers.”

So they finally started playing, their team leading with 5-3 out of 10 points against Johnny and Jaemin, but they never reached the final game. She wasn’t dumb, she knew what was going on, they had never been so clingy, and it surely wasn’t because she needed help to play the game. Jaehyun and Jeno’s hands rested on her back for most of the time and Johnny and Jaemin were concentrated on everything but where to aim the ball.

“Would you please stop looking at me like this?” She asked, turning around to lean against the table, arms crossed in front of her chest, not throwing the ball but placing it in one of the glasses.

“Like what?” Jeno asked, playing dumb.

She snickered, fanning her hair back, and curling her lips in a grin. “Like you want to fuck me.”

“What?” They all gasped, pretending to be shocked, shaking their heads, Johnny and Jaemin moving around the table to walk toward them.

She scoffed, chuckling under her breath. “Seriously? What? I see the way you look at me,” she started saying, getting up and walking around them. “The way you’ve been looking at me since this holiday started,” she smirked, one finger running up and down Jeno and Jaemin’s bicep before she walked behind them and reached Johnny and Jaehyun, making them hold their breath in a weird mix of sexual tension and fear of having screwed their friendship up. “You know,” she whispered, walking away and sitting on the couch, legs crossed together and upper body leaning against the backrest, “I thought at least one of you had enough guts to man up and come ask me.”

At the tease, Jaemin snapped, turning to stare at her better. “You think we’re not brave enough?

She shrugged, moving her hair to the side. “Well, you’re there, drooling over me, jacking off thinking of me,” she smirked, eyes glinting at Jaemin that turned red in a second, so she heard him that day... “and yet…” she whispered in a huff, throwing her head back.

“Fine,” Jeno snapped, turning to the boys, “if this is how you want it, we’re picking who gets to fuck you. Rock, paper, scissors.”

She laughed in disbelief. “You’re picking who gets to fuck me with that game? Like when we were kids and you had to choose who played my husband?”

“Yeah, why do you think none of us made the first move?” Jaehyun replied, hand still clenched in a fist, ready to play the game. “It’s a bro thing, it wouldn’t have been fair to us and to you. We were waiting for you to pick but you never made the first move either.”

A smile crossed her face before she turned it into a smirk, “Pick?” She asked, twirling a strand of hair in her finger. “Who says I want to pick?”

They chuckled awkwardly, looking at each other and then at her to see if she was playing, if they were all in the same perverted and weird dream or if this was a just as sick and perverted reality. And when it turned out to be the latter, they all laughed.

“Yeah, fine, nice joke, but you’re still not as funny as me,” Johnny said.

She laughed too. “You seriously are so dumb at picking up signals,” she huffed, one hand moving to trail on her thigh, moving the dress up so slowly it felt like torture but none of them seemed to find the strength to move, it was like there was an invisible wall separating them. “I thought I was the loser, innocent one of our group but turns out that having fucked half of the earth’s population doesn’t make you smart either when it comes to this.”

“Hey! We didn’t fuck half of the population,” Jaemin complained. “And you are the innocent one… well,” he gulped, getting lost in the way her fingers were tracing her body, moving up to her stomach, to her breast, to her neck and then back down, “you were.”

She snickered, “So? Do I have to put on a show for you to get somewhere? Because apparently, the ones I’ve been putting on weren’t enough to make you grow some balls and confront me.”

“Okay, you need to stop this,” Jeno warned, getting mad at the teasing. “We respect you.”

“Yeah, and we’re friends and we’ve known each other for so long, we wiped your tears when those silly boys broke up with you because you weren’t ready to have sex,” she mocked, rolling her eyes back. “And I don’t care. I think we’ve crossed that line for a little while now, don’t you think so?”

They looked at each other with a frown but then hummed.

“So let’s cross it even physically,” she proposed, leaning forward. “If I have to regret something I want to regret the best fuck of my life, not some mental games that are bringing me no pleasure at all.”

“Okay, is this seriously you, or did somebody exchange you?” Johnny asked, raising a brow, still not fully believing her words.

“People can change so much over a year, babe,” she winked. “But since you look so taken aback, I have a pretty long list of people at the beach that wouldn’t say no…”

“No!” Jeno shouted, walking to her in a second and pushing her back down on the couch. “I don’t care what they say but I am not losing this chance with you tonight.”

“Good,” she smirked. “And you? Want to play rock, paper, scissors with your morals and then decided what to do?”

“Fuck it, I know what I want to do,” Jaehyun exclaimed, placing the cup down and walking toward her.

“You two?” She asked one last time, smiling at the last two friends. And with just one last look at each other, they were all over her, lips hungrily kissing her skin and hands touching every inch of her body with much more vigor than in the past days.

“Oh, wow,” she chuckled, “you truly were holding back these days.”

“Shut up,” Jeno scolded against her ear. “You are such a fucking tease, you knew what you were putting us through.”

She only giggled at his words, enjoying the others’ greedy attention. “As if you weren’t enjoying that.”

“We hated that,” Johnny retorted. “Maybe we should teach you a little lesson. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to do that,” she teased but got immediately shut down when Jeno kissed her harshly and tugged her hair, making her lips part in the kiss to let out a low whimper.

“Let us show you, dear,” he replied when he pulled away, standing up to get rid of his shirt. Her eyes trailed on his body, watching his muscles flex and having to close her slightly parted mouth to don’t drool at the sight. “Yeah, you love this, don’t you?” He teased, kneeling next to her again. “You could’ve had me much before if only you didn’t put up with your stupid teasing game.”

“My stupid –”

“Shhh,” he shut her up with a finger on her lips, “no talking back, it’s useless.”

She gulped, but couldn’t help to let a small smile creep on her face at this unknown side of him. She heard stories about Jeno in bed but well, they were best friends, she never dug too deep into them and now…

“Look at you,” Jaehyun said in awe, “you really do love this.” He was a little taken aback, no matter how much he wanted her, he knew her, well, he thought he knew her, and he wasn’t so sure she could keep up with their rhythms and kinks but apparently, he was wrong.

Johnny snickered when she hummed, smiling at Jaehyun. “Should we test just how much you love this?” He asked, letting his hands travel under her dress and gripping the elastic of the panties to slowly pull them down. “Should we see how far we can push you before it gets too much for our little, innocent best friend?”

She smirked, humming lowly. “Or how much of me you can take.”

“You’re still not done with your stupid games, I see,” Jeno huffed. “Well, we’ll put an end to this soon,” he said before unexpectedly lifting her up, making her gasp. “My bedroom, now,” he ordered to the others as he carried her upstairs on his shoulder.

When they reached the bedroom, Jeno was on top of her, his hand already teasing her wet pussy while his lips kept tormenting the skin of her neck.

“You’re so greedy,” Jaemin complained, jumping on the bed next to her, kissing her too, “you want everything to yourself.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep up with me,” Jeno replied, pulling away and spreading her legs more. “And look at you,” he teased, fingers smearing her wetness and playing with her clit, “so wet already? Have you been thinking about us all night while you let those other men touch you?”

She hummed against Jaemin’s lips and gasped lowly when she felt Johnny’s lips wrap around her hard nipple.

“You’re so pretty,” Jaehyun whispered, touching her thigh, but his eyes were stilled where Jeno’s fingers were still moving on her.

“And excited,” Jeno added when two fingers slipped into her with ease. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

She whined, pulling away from Jaemin’s kiss. “Stop teasing, just fuck me already.”

A burst of deep laughter rolled out of their lips, “Desperate little thing,” Johnny mocked. “I thought we had to get you nice and wet and slippery,” he whispered close to her ear, marking every word, reminding her what she had told him before, making her lift her gaze on him and suppress a moan when Jaehyun’s fingers slipped past her entrance too. “See,” he chuckled darkly, pulling away from her, “you have a lot to take, babe. You don’t want to break, right?”

“I won’t break,” she bit back, huffing, head rolling back when Jeno and Jaehyun’s fingers started stretching her more, rubbing so against her walls.

“No, you won’t,” Jaemin whispered, kissing her chest and then biting down on her nipple, eliciting a soundless gasp from her. “You wanted this. Wanted all of us.”

“Yeah, you won’t back down, right? Realize we’re more than you can take a run away like a scared little kitty?” Jeno teased, pushing one of her legs further down so it touched the mattress completely, exposing her more, making her whine as shame crept up.

“Please, nobody believes you’re shy after all you’ve done these past days,” Jaehyun teased, moving her hands out of her face.

“You can’t feel embarrassed with us, right?” Johnny cooed, caressing her cheek, blocking her wrists over her head so Jaehyun could focus completely on fingering her. “Your best friends. We’ve seen you grow,” he pouted while his free hand moved down to reach her clit, the stimulation so intense that she couldn’t find the strength to answer, making them all giggle lowly.

“Just started and she’s already wrecked. This ‘s going to be fun,” Jeno whispered but she didn’t even get it, too caught up in the first orgasm approaching. She might’ve not been innocent like she was before – or like they thought she was before – but she had never done anything like this, four men all over her, touching, kissing, licking every inch of her body. A fantasy she wanted to try for so long but never imagined she would have the chance to, especially not with her best friends.

“’M close,” she moaned, one hand wrapping around Jaemin’s hair while he was still pressed against her boobs sucking her nipple, and the other leaving marks on Johnny’s thigh.

“Oh, already?” Jeno cooed, stilling his movements inside of her, making Jaehyun follow.

“No, please, please, don’t stop. I’ve been good, why would you – shit – oh,” she gasped when they picked up again, laughing at her.

“Just wanted to hear you beg,” Jeno replied, shrugging. “You know, you always demand in our friendship, always so good at making us do whatever you want.”

“Can you please make me come?” She pleaded, fluttering her eyes at them.

“See, why you never think about us?” Johnny huffed, quickening the pace on her sensitive clit, and then pushing two fingers into her mouth, freeing her wrists. “That’s better,” he cooed, “stop whining and just take what we give you.”

She hummed around his digits, tightening the hold around Jaemin that never stopped torturing her nipples, and squirming under the other three’s hands.

“Just because I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Jeno said, fingers pumping in and out harder, filling her when Jaehyun’s were out and vice versa, never stopping stimulating her, “come for us, come on,” he ordered.

The first orgasm hit her hard, leaving her shaking already, and once she came down from the high they gave her no time to breathe.

As soon as Johnny pulled his fingers out of her mouth, Jeno pushed his, covered in her cum, in, forcing them down her throat. “Taste yourself, babe,” he ordered. “Like this, so good.”

“Are you ready for the real thing?” Jaemin asked, getting rid of all his clothes, thick cock springing out of his boxer, red tip leaking pre-cum, making her mouth part in awe.

“Are you going to fuck me first?”

“Want to complain even about that?” Jeno tsked, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t complaining,” she glared at him, sitting up and crawling to Jaemin to kiss him.

“Want to fuck your ass,” he confessed against her lips, making her pull away and chuckle nervously as she stared at him with a furrow on her face.

“Oh, princess has never been fucked in the ass before,” Johnny laughed at her expression.

“No, I…” she started mumbling but Jaemin kissed her again, hands travelling down to cup her full ass and squeeze it in his palms, eliciting a low moan from her.

“It will feel good, baby,” he cooed. “You trust me, right? You know Nana won’t ever hurt you.” The sweet – yet, condescending – tone of his voice made the other chuckle at his attempt to ease her into this but she found it normal, it was a usual Jaemin trick, it couldn’t have led to anything dangerous, right? Anyway, she did trust him and she was willing to try.

“Just… prep me,” she whimpered when his fingers grazed her sensitive rim.

A big proud smile crept on Jaemin’s face. “Fuck, I love you,” he exclaimed before signaling her to lay on the bed with her face against the mattress.

She closed her eyes when the lewd sound of his spit hitting her rim resonated in the room and his lips started working on her, moving with precision and yet eating her out as if she was his last meal. But the sweet gestures stopped soon when his finger slipped past her rim.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he cooed, his sweet tone hiding the devilish smirk on his face as he watched her body hardly taking him. “Need a little help?”

She hummed, nodding, cheeks brushing against the sheets, and eyes squeezed as she tried to relax around his finger, pain mixing with pleasure. It wasn’t that terrible but it still was a weird feeling.

“I don’t think we have lube,” Jeno said before spitting on her ass loudly.

“Ugh,” she moaned, thighs squeezing together and breath faltering.

“Oh,” he whispered, lifting a brow, “you like that…”

“You’re so fucking filthy,” Jaehyun mocked, watching the scene with curios eyes.

“Well, since you love this so much, it will work,” Jaemin shrugged, moving his finger faster inside of her when another string of saliva rolled out of Jeno’s mouth.

“No, what… what if it’ll hurt?” She managed to breathe out, shaking her head, trying to lift her body up from the mattress but Johnny held her right in place, pushing her further down.

“It won’t hurt, alright? You can take it,” he said, caressing her back. “But… since it’s you, I’ll go see if I have some.”

“Tha-thank you,” she mumbled, voice dying in her throat when Jaemin added another finger after he spat on her again.

“Oh, please, it’s not hurting, your pussy is dripping on the sheets. You love this.”

“Mmph, yeah, but – but – fuck – you’re big, so big,” she breathed out, hiding her face in the pillows from embarrassment.

“Oh, little red riding hood got herself in trouble?” Jeno teased, caressing her hair gently before tugging at it and turning her face to the side again. “Fell into the big bad wolf trap imagining you could take it?”

“I can take it,” she retorted, knitting her brows but only making him snicker.

“Whining a little too much for someone that’s sure about her abilities.”

She simply groaned, closing her eyes again and trying to relax even more around Jaemin’s fingers.

“Here it is,” Johnny exclaimed, entering the room again and throwing the bottle at Jeno that caught it swiftly.

“I liked the spit better but anyway,” Jeno shrugged before squirting a big amount of the liquid on her rim.

A louder moan rolled out of her lips when the cold liquid dripped inside her and Jaemin’s fingers started moving faster now that there was no friction against her insides.

“And man, move, she’s ready,” Jeno huffed impatiently.

“Can you please have some patience? She loves this so much, just look at her,” Jaemin replied, eyes drifting from him to the string of cum that was drooling out of her pussy and the way her ass was clenching around his three fingers.

“Yes, and imagine how much she’d love your cock,” he replied with a fake kind smile on his face. “Tell him, babe,” he ordered, tugging her hair again and arching her back, “tell him how badly you need your pretty ass to be filled with his big cock.”

The nasty words and the condescending tone made her insides twitch, pussy clenching around nothing and mouth opening wider. “Need you,” she mumbled, trying to open her eyes and tilt her head more to look at Jaemin.

Johnny chuckled, pushing her upper body up completely, cupping her cheeks and squeezing tight. “Tell him exactly what you need. We know you’re not innocent so stop fucking pretending.”

She gulped, falling on her hands when Johnny let go without a warning. “Jaem,” she whispered, looking past her shoulders, “need your – mmh – need your cock to fuck my ass, please,” she moaned, nails gripping the sheets when he stuffed his thumb into her wet pussy, cutting the air out of her lungs. “Please, please, fuck me hard. Jaemin, please.”

He smirked, a low snicker rolling past his lips. “As you wish, princess,” he replied, pulling out, watching as her holes clenched around nothing before he grabbed his dick and lined it against her swollen hole. He leaned against her back, lips brushing against her ear, “but just know I won’t be treating you as one.” He smirked before bottoming out completely, thick dick stretching her more than his three fingers did, making her gasp and collapse against the mattress again, body going limp under him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back and holding her waist tight, “feels so good.”

“Wait, wait,” she mumbled, trying to stand on her hands again but Jeno pushed her down another time. “No, the condom, the – fuck – Jaemin.”

“We’re clean,” Jeno replied instead. “We told you we care for you. Do you really want to see the test results, now?”

She opened her mouth to speak, mumbling something, “You – fuck – you checked yourself?” She asked in disbelief, honestly, it was good but fuck, how desperate they were? How much were they rooting for this to happen?

“Of course, we did,” Jaehyun replied. “Your safeness comes first.”

“You’re – shit – fuck, okay, I guess, I…”

“I think you should just shut up now and relax,” Jaemin shut her midway, slapping her ass cheek. “You said you trusted us. You do trust us, right?”

She nodded, trapping her lower lip between her teeth when he started hitting deeper and faster.

“Tell us that you do,” Jaehyun said, tapping her cheek gently. “Come on.”

“I – I trust you,” she cried, “I trust you – mmph – so much.”

“Good girl,” Johnny cooed. “But I need to feel you, too.”

Her eyes snapped open at his words. “N-now?”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “What, baby? Too much? You didn’t even see me, yet.”

She snorted, squirming under Jaemin, “I don’t need to see you, fuck.”

“Oh, those rumors spread fast, John,” Jeno joked, hitting him playfully.

Johnny chuckled, “Don’t you want to find out if the rumors are true, baby?”

She nodded, pretty much mindlessly, too caught up in the way Jaemin’s cock was rubbing against her walls and hitting so well inside of her making her head spin miles per hour to really think about what she was putting herself into.

When Johnny freed himself out of his briefs she gasped loudly before her eyes shily reached up to meet his eyes, a proud, evil, smirk on his handsome face. That was always his favourite part.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he purred, fingers under her chin to close her open mouth, “I know how to use it, it won’t hurt.”

She nodded, not really sure about it… if it was only him, maybe… but it was two at the same time, and Jaemin wasn’t that much smaller than him so… Though she didn’t have much time to dwell on it.

“Can you stop fucking her for a second and let me get under her?” Johnny huffed, glaring at Jaemin that unwillingly stopped his movements and waited for Johnny to manhandle her and position himself under her.

“Fuck, Jaemin’s right, your cunt is dripping,” he moaned when he pushed his fat tip against her hole, feeling how wet she was. “Love getting your tiny hole fucked hard by him?” He teased, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him.

“Ye-yeah, he’s good,” she moaned, hands struggling to stand against something to keep her body up and don’t fall forward against him at any hard stroke of Jaemin; he didn’t waste time picking up again as soon as Johnny slipped under her body.

“Come on, fuck her too, need to see how tighter – fuck – she can get,” the younger moaned, stopping once again just to enjoy to the fullest the feeling of her insides getting filled more by Johnny’s dick, too.

Her head fell forward when Johnny eased into her, mouth agape feeling like she was being split in two, no matter how wet she was.

“Fuck, too much,” she cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and digging her nails into Johnny’s biceps.

“Shh, you’re doing good,” he calmed her, starting to pull out slowly, “taking us so well.”

She wept, whining mindlessly and soon after all the mercy disappeared as they both started fucking her again, sending her so close to the edge.

“I think, I…” she gasped, “I think I’m gonna come.”

“Oh, wasn’t that too much?” Jeno mocked.

“But ‘s good, so good.”

A mocking laugh came out of Johnny’s lips while his hand wrapped around her cheeks, thumb brushing against her parted lips. “A little bit pathetic don’t you think so?” Her teary eyes stared back at him before her head rolled back and another orgasm hit when they both slammed hard inside of her, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Jeno snickered, an amused smirk on his face. “They barely started fucking you and you already came? Seriously?”

“You’re having fun, baby, aren’t you?” Jaehyun teased, fingers grazing her neck to turn her toward him.

“Yeah,” she breathed out, nails digging into Johnny’s shoulders, where she was trying to keep the balance, and ass bouncing back against Jaemin, making him groan at the sight.

“Wanted this – fuck – for so long,” Jaemin moaned, hips slapping against her flesh, nails leaving marks on the skin of her waist. “Dreamed about your ass every fucking day.”

“I – I don’t think I can – mhh – last more.” The words struggled to come out of her mouth as her body slumped forward against Johnny.

“I’m sure you can,” Jeno replied, lifting her upper body up again, holding her in place. “Are you tired already?”

“I – I don’t know.” She truly had no idea what she felt, it was good but surely tiring too, she wasn’t used to anything like this.

“Oh, poor baby,” he sang with a mocking tone, fingers brushing against her burning cheeks. “I’m sure you just need a little bit of support more. Jaehyun, come here.”

“What?” The other asked, unwillingly drifting his eyes from where Johnny and Jaemin were fucking her, and stopping the strokes on his cock.

“You heard me, come here,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Our little girl needs another one.”

“A-another one?” She asked, eyes widening, words choking her as she felt the other two deeper than ever inside of her.

“I thought you were dying to get with her,” Jaehyun said in confusion, but he stopped caring about his friend as soon as he moved around and got to see her wrecked face and her tits bounce back and forth at every thrust.

“I have special plans,” Jeno smirked, leaving a soft – and yet somehow scary – kiss on her cheek.

“Come here,” her attention was soon back on Jaehyun that was tapping his fingers against her cheek, hard dick in hand and a terrible urge to fuck her too written in his eyes. “Open your mouth,” he ordered and she followed, lips parting even more and tongue rolling out, making him groan loudly. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“And dirty,” Johnny muttered through gritted teeth, trying to don’t come just at the lewd scene in front of his eyes, but watching her welcome all Jaehyun’s length inside of her as her eyes rolled back, was making it all too difficult. Especially considering how hot and tight her pussy was and how hard she was squeezing him.

“Yeah, just like that,” Jaehyun moaned when he bottomed against her throat. “Can you suck me or do I have to fuck that pretty little face?” He asked, naturally receiving no answer since she couldn’t talk, already struggling to don’t choke on his thick cock while the other two kept pushing her toward him.

“Just fuck her face,” Jeno said. “I told you she needs more support.”

When Jaehyun held her up by the hair and started thrusting into her mouth she felt her body go limp into their hold. The pleasure of being stimulated everywhere got to her mind, making her body shake into their holds and her brain shut down little by little.

“You’re so good at this, I can’t believe you fooled us for so long,” Jeno said, smacking her ass, making her whimper.

“Do it again,” Jaemin moaned, rolling his head back when she clenched around him, “she loves it.”

“Oh, does she?" Jeno asked, smirking as his hand met her ass again in a loud smack. “Look at you,” he teased with a mocking tone, his big hand still roaming on the skin of her ass, “never thought I’d say this, but you look so pretty stuffed with cocks. Don’t you?” He teased, moving his hand to touch her spit-streaked chin where Jaehyun was still slamming against, and smearing the mess around instead of wiping it away.

“She does,” Johnny moaned, nails digging deeper into the flesh of her waist. “So vulnerable for us.”

“Fuck, I’m – mmh – not gonna last long,” Jaemin groaned, “you’re squeezing me so tight. You love this, don’t you? Love having your little ass fucked hard. Shit, never thought you’d let me."

She gasped hard, struggling to breathe again when Jaehyun pulled out of her mouth.

“Has anybody ever fucked you here before?” Jaemin asked.

She shook her head, “N-no, nobody.”

“Fuck, baby, your first time? And you’re already so good.”

She wanted to answer something but Jaehyun started fucking her mouth once again, making her eyes roll back in pleasure as she could feel another orgasm approach.

“Shit,” Johnny moaned, hips slamming hard up against her, “you’re so cock drunk, look at you. So fucked up I bet you have nothing in your smart brain, do you?”

She whimpered around Jaehyun’s length and they all laughed.

“It’s fine baby, it’s fine,” Johnny cooed, caressing her cheek before his hand slipped down, wrapping around her neck. “You don’t have to think. You just have to let go and trust us.”

She hummed, walls clenching harder when he kept pressing and then letting go around her neck, alternating the flow of air, making her head get even dizzier.

“Fuck, just like this,” Jaehyun moaned when her eyes opened and were rolled back, the view enough to make him groan harder. “Just look pretty for us. Our pretty, precious baby.”

“A pretty babydoll,” Jeno added. “A pretty toy that loves being filled and used by her best friends.”

“Yeah, right, keep clenching. We’re gonna come,” Johnny moaned when, listening to Jeno’s words, her cunt throbbed tighter around them.

She splurted and coughed when her mouth was free once again.

"Come fast, I’m not gonna come in her mouth,” Jaehyun urged, wiping away all the drool on her face.

“Keep – keep going,” she moaned, head falling forward against Johnny’s shoulder. “Feels so good.”

“Gonna fill you up,” Jaemin moaned, grabbing her hair and pushing her flat against his chest. “Do you want it, baby? Do you want my cum?”

“Yeah – yeah, please...”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit,” he cursed, hips slapping more messily against her, “take it, take all my – mmph – my cum,” Jaemin groaned, coming inside of her, cum filling her and triggering her orgasm too.

“Shit,” Johnny moaned, rolling his head back when due to the orgasm she squeezed more around him, “take mine too, come on, want to see you – fuck – full of us.”

Louder moans came out of her mouth when he emptied into her too and they kept fucking her shallowly, stimulating her more.

“God, so good,” Jaemin moaned, pulling out, groaning when his cum dripped out of her gaping ass and fell onto the bedsheets. “Are you okay?” He asked, making circles on the burning skin of her butt with his thumb.

“She is,” Jaehyun huffed, moving to take his place, not giving her time to answer. Not like she could answer anyway, feeling too drowsy. “Come on, you had your fun.”

“Damn, why are yall so greedy,” he huffed, stepping to the side to leave him room to fuck her too.

She could barely process anything, mind still dazed by the pleasure, and high on the way she was being moved around, Johnny lifting her up to move from underneath her and Jaehyun turning her over.

“Want to fuck you too,” Jaehyun said, spreading her legs more, making more cum spill out of her. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back when he sank into her, “your mouth’s good but this – shit – is so much better.”

She moaned, throwing her head back when he grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. “Too much,” she mumbled, eyes opening to find a teasing smirk on Jeno’s face over her.

“Did they break you already?” He asked, mocking her.

“No, mhh, he’s too big.” The words barely came out as her eyes squeezed shut, chest panting as he stretched her out more.

“I’m sure you can take it,” Jaehyun said, starting to move faster and leaning closer to her, pressing her legs closer to her chest, reaching even deeper.

“I’m gonna come,” she screamed, hearing them snicker.

“So soon again?” Johnny teased, placing two fingers under her chin and turning her face around so she could look at him.

“Ye-yeah, ‘s too good,” she replied before feeling another orgasm ripple through her when Jaehyun’s fingers started moving on her clit. Her hips bucked up whether it was because of the pleasure or because she felt it was getting too much, she had no idea.

“Shit,” Jaehyun cursed. “Gonna fill you up, you feel too good, fuck,” he groaned before his orgasm hit too, hips faltering and stilling inside of her as he came hard. “Lord,” he exhaled, smiling and pulling out, “you did so good,” he praised, moving her hair back before standing up and leaving her there, trying to catch her breath, not even understanding anymore who was touching her.

She laid against the mattress, already feeling worn out, when Jeno’s strong hands turned her over.

“Hi, pretty,” he cooed, a sadist smirk on his face as he hovered over her, brushing her hair away from her face, “my turn, now.”

“I – I don’t think I can,” she mumbled, lashes fluttering as her watery eyes adjusted the focus on him.

“Oh, no, honey, I’m sure you’re not so tired,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her sopping wet hole, making her moan, and squeeze her thighs together, but Jeno let out a mocking laugh and pushed them apart again. “I know you destroy yourself when you’re alone, right?” He whispered, leaving small bites on her neck and collarbones while his fingers kept moving in and out. “That’s what you do when you don’t answer our calls, too busy destroying this pretty pussy, yeah? Convincing yourself that your fingers are enough, but you need so much more.”

She shook her head, chest panting harder. “N-no.”

“Oh, noo?” He mocked. “I’m sure you give yourself so many orgasms you can take me,” he growled, pulling his fingers out of her and then turning her around swiftly, making her gasp in surprise. “What, doll? You love my arms, you asked so many questions about my muscles and now you get to see what this body does,” he whispered against her ear, pushing her upper body close to the edge of the bed and arching her back up, right knee planting against the mattress at one side and left feet on the other.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried when he entered her in one go. “I – I thought you were – shit,” she whimpered when he started moving right away, “mmph, thought you were going to fuck my –”

“Your cunt?” He asked, snickering, tugging her hair again. “I thought that too, dreamed about being inside your pussy for a week straight,” he moaned, the other hand holding tight on her waist, “but Jaemin’s right, your ass is – fuck – too amazing to be left alone.”

“Don’t act like you’re not all stretched out already,” Johnny said, thumb wiping away the drool that was dripping from her open mouth. “Jaemin fucked you so well before. You loved it, didn’t you?”

She hummed, shaking her head in approval but barely registering his words, just mumbling ‘yes’ and pleas as Jeno’s hips slammed hard against her ass and his hand held her up by the hair.

“Your ass feels so good,” he moaned, pulling her cheeks apart, her head rolled down if only Johnny didn’t force her up again and cupped her chin to kiss her rough, “but I’m not going to miss out on how your pussy feels,” he said and, before she could even realize he had pulled out, he was already inside of her again, but this time in her pussy.

She mumbled something against Johnny’s lips but Jeno only snorted and said, “it’s fine, honey, it’s fine. Shit, you feel too good. Are all your holes so good? Are you so good at everything?”

“Need to try her mouth,” Jaemin said. “Want to be filled to the brim again, umh?”

“Look at how desperate you are,” Johnny mocked when, as soon as he moved to the side and Jaemin stood in front of her, she pushed her tongue out and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “So eager to give us what we want, you’re such a kind girl.”

“Or maybe she’s just a cock-addict,” Jeno mocked, slapping her ass, making her moan louder. “Is that what you are? Is that what you truly are behind the – fuck – nice, innocent, virgin girl?”

She whimpered, arching her ass more and trying to fuck back against him but another smack followed. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

“Mhh, yes – fuck – that’s what I am,” she moaned, throwing her head back, giving Jaemin the chance to block her there as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and tapped the tip of his cock against her lips.

“Open up, come on, I know you know how to use that pretty mouth,” Jaemin said, moaning loudly when she opened up and he eased in, feeling the warmth of her mouth.

Her mind almost blanked out when they found a rhythm and pushed in and out of her alternately. Jeno’s thrusts were slightly rougher, while Jaemin seemed almost gentle but still made sure to go all the way in and make her gag at every stroke.

“Say it again,” Jeno ordered, pulling out again and thrusting back into her other hole. “Who are you?”

Jaemin pulled out, making her drool some spit and cough, “I – I’m a cock addict,” she almost screamed when his thrusts started getting faster. “That’s all I am.”

“Aww, she’s turning into a whimpering mess,” Jaehyun cooed when she started sucking Jaemin again since he let her more freedom and enjoyed the way her cheeks hollowed and her eyes tried to stay open and look up at him.

“That’s right,” Jeno moaned, slipping out again to penetrate her cunt again. “She’s being such a perfect doll for us. No thoughts left in that pretty smart brain of yours, fuck,” he groaned. “Just full of how it – fuck – how good it feels to be filled from both ends.”

“You’re sucking so well,” Jaemin praised, moving the hair out of her face and pulling out to let her breathe. “You got Johnny and Jaehyun so hard again, how are you going to fix their little problem another time, umh? You’ll suck their cocks too? Or will let them fill you up again?”

Although he didn’t give her time to answer all those questions, not that she would’ve had a single coherent thought in her brain anyway. Jeno was too good at what he was doing. As wrong and dirty and humiliating that back and forth from her holes was, she found it incredibly hot, and the alternation of stimulation was driving her insane. And sucking on Jaemin’s heavy cock while Johnny and Jaehyun jacked off made her turn into a mess even more.

“Wonna wome,” she mumbled, choking on Jaemin’s dick.

“Do it, I’m so curious to see how many orgasms we’ll drag out of you tonight,” Jeno chuckled with a smirk on his face. “Will we beat your personal record, sweetie?”

She didn’t answer, only let the pleasure run through her, feeling her body get limper, and if only Jeno’s arm didn’t wrap around her waist and held her up, she would’ve collapsed on the mattress.

“Stay here, I’ve got you,” Jeno whispered, pushing her upper body up and holding her close to his toned chest.

“Hey, I didn’t come,” Jaemin whined.

“I didn’t come either and this is my turn,” Jeno barked back, one hand wrapping around her neck without pressing and the other reaching front to play with her clit.

“No, no, I’m – don’t – shit,” she whimpered, squirming under his touch, body trembling at the stimulation.

“I told you,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you, and I won’t stop until you fall apart in my hands.”

A louder moan escaped her throat at his words, head rolling back and body going slack against him. Doing nothing but taking everything he had to give.

“You can still use your hands, right, pretty?” Johnny asked, jumping on the bed next to them and grabbing her hand, wrapping it around his cock.

“Do they seriously have to guide you?” Jeno mocked when, instead of moving her hands on their dicks, she let them move their hands up and down. “You can do so much better than that,” he encouraged, kissing her neck. “Weren’t you the one always bragging about being able to – fuck – do so many things at once?”

“Yeah, you were so good at studying so many subjects at once, what happened? Can’t use your brain anymore?” Johnny taunted not holding her hand anymore, waiting for her to do it herself and she did, slowly, feeling her arms too tired for that.

“Just like that,” Jaemin moaned, rolling his head back before bringing his eyes back on her. “Look at you, do you even know what you’re doing, baby?”

“How can she when I’m fucking her so well,” Jeno said, quickening the pace on her clit, making her let out broken moans. “Can’t take it anymore, right babe?”

“N-no, I – ugh,” she gave up, not even knowing what to say or what to ask for. It was overwhelming having so many men around to take care of.

“I think she wants more attention on her, isn’t it?” Jaehyun teased, kneeling in front of her to kiss her, her body pressed between his and Jeno’s while Johnny and Jaemin’s hands started roaming on it. She was surrounded, overwhelmed, hands falling slack against her side as she let herself get lulled in bliss and attention. Feeling powerless, but not in a scary way. It was good, weirdly comfortable considering what they were doing.

“Greed has always been one of your flaws,” Johnny grinned, seeing how more relaxed she had gotten as soon as they were all over her, once again not having to do anything but just take.

“Our spoiled girl,” Jaemin teased, grinning before he started sucking her nipple.

But before the moment could last much longer she was bent over again, three cocks in front of her face while her best friends begged her silently to take care of their aching boners.

“You can use your mouth just for a bit,” Jaehyun said, caressing her hair. “Just til we come.”

“Yeah, we promise,” Johnny cooed, “just until we come.”

So she parted her lips and took Jaemin into her mouth, lifting her eyes and relaxing her jaw, telling him to don’t let her do all the job but use her mouth like a fleshlight. Fuck her until they needed to because she had no more strength to suck and do anything else.

And it didn’t take long for him to come in her mouth. “Swallow everything,” he ordered, pulling out to aim at her tongue. “Shit, so good.” And Jaehyun followed soon after, he couldn’t even just stand and watch, he had to jack off as he patiently – not so patiently –waited and after a few minutes inside her warm mouth, he came, spilling down her throat. Johnny barely felt what her mouth felt like, not really caring about it, but just wanting to make a mess on her face. “Close your eyes – fuck – and tongue out,” he ordered and she obeyed, pink muscle sticking out of her swollen lips waiting for his cum that landed everywhere but there basically, painting her face.

“God, finally stopped fucking her mouth,” Jeno groaned, pulling her body up again and kissing her harshly, “want to have her all to myself.”

“That’s not how it works, though,” Jaehyun reminded him.

“You already had your turn, now it’s mine,” he remarked. “Tell them, baby. Tell them you need my cock, come on.”

She felt her body give up and her voice falter but then whispered, “wa-want his cock, need his cock.”

“You heard her,” he groaned, pulling out and flipping her with her back against her mattress, pushing her body back in the middle of the bed. “Come here, legs on my shoulders,” he ordered and when she couldn’t lift them up he grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders. “And take my cock,” he groaned when he pushed back inside her pussy. “That’s it. You’re tired, kitty? This is so much more than you bargained for, isn’t it? But you don’t – fuck – you don’t have to do anything but just stay right there and take it.”

She rolled her head back, head getting dizzier at the way his cock was dragging along her insides and his words, his tone, his hands tormenting every inch of her skin until they moved to grab her wrists and pin them over her head.

“Look at the mess you are,” he panted, “there’s nothing of the well-behaved girl we knew, just a – fuck – pretty brainless cum drunk doll,” he cooed, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her lips to part. “That’s it, keep your mouth open for me,” he ordered before spitting on her tongue. “Swallow it,” he groaned. “That’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl.” A smirk curled his lips when he felt the way her cunt tightened around him. “You love this so much,” he exhaled between surprise and amusement. “Can’t – fuck – can’t believe we thought you were some kind of virgin vanilla silly girl but noo,” he mocked, forcing her mouth open again by grabbing her chin, “you are a filthy mess,” another blob of spit dripped from his mouth to her. “Don’t swallow,” he ordered, making her furrow as she tried to obey. “Right, keep it there,” he cooed. “Don’t pretend you don’t like this, you’re squeezing me.”

“You’re so gross,” Johnny taunted from the side, getting lost in the sight of her open mouth, and the way her chest was panting so hard while Jeno slammed into her mercilessly. “Yeah, you are,” he hummed when she shook her head. “Bet this is not even everything that turns you on, there’s so much more filth in your little brain.”

“Do you want to swallow it? Want to answer him – fuck – and tell him all you like?” Jeno taunted, smirking when she nodded swiftly. “Do it, swallow my spit.”

“I – Jeno, I can’t take it anymore,” she cried as soon as she could talk again, nails dragging into his back. “No more, I can’t.”

“You didn’t answer him,” he scolded. “Why don’t you tell us another one of your fantasies?”

She groaned, feeling her body burn up in shame and the orgasm keeping her right over the edge. “I don’t – fuck – I don’t have any.”

“Oh, so lying to us again,” he huffed, squeezing her wrists tighter and stopping thrusting into her. “Just one or I won’t let you come.”

“No,” she screamed, eyes snapping open.

“Come on, angel,” Jaemin whispered, caressing her burning cheek, “just one little thing you’d like to try.”

Her lips quivered, looking into his eyes. “I don’t – I don’t have them.”

“Then what was all of this, tonight?” Johnny asked, snickering, hand moving on her clit. “Let’s see if this will make something pop up into your empty brain.”

“No – no – I can’t come,” she cried, writhing under both him and Jeno.

“Then tell us something,” Jaehyun said. “We can make all your dreams come true.”

“I – I – Johnny, please,” she wept, breath faltering and walls squeezing around Jeno’s still cock, making her curse inside her brain.

“You don’t want me to come in your mouth, right? Then stop pretending to be so innocent and tell us what you like,” Jeno ordered, dragging out of her and then slamming inside again. “Oh, and you still can’t come until you tell us.”

“I – I like – I like what we did,” she whimpered, biting her lips when Johnny’s fingers started moving faster on her clit.

“No, no, honey, you’re not getting away with it,” Johnny sang, clicking his tongue.

She whined louder, trying to think about anything and then one thing came into her mind. “I – I think – I want to be – mmph – I want to be filmed,” she whimpered, voice dropping low with every word feeling shame take over once again.

They chortled, looking at each other with a smirk.

“You want to be filmed?” Jaemin asked incredulously, watching as she tried to hide her face but with no success since Jeno was still holding her hands together.

“You don’t even want us to take normal pictures of yourself but you want to be filmed during sex?” Jaehyun asked, eyebrow raised in a furrow but lips curled in a small amused smirk.

“I told you she was hiding so many more secrets,” Johnny chuckled, even if he knew that wasn’t the wildest thing she was into. But who knew, maybe he would’ve had another chance to drag them out of her mind.

“And do you like – fuck – taking videos on your own, princess?” Jeno teased, leaning in more, pressing her legs closer to her chest, seeing how she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“N – no,” she replied breathly, silently begging him to let her come when she found the courage to meet his eyes that were already staring at her.

“No? Don’t set your phone up and use your ring light to get a perfect view of your dripping pussy?”

“I’m sure she does,” Johnny replied instead, fingers still moving on her. “That’s why you never let us close to your phone.”

“You don’t?” Jeno teased when she shook her head, denying it. “Maybe you should – fuck – and send them to us so we don’t – fuck – forget how good your pussy feels.”

“Mhh,” she hummed mindlessly. “Can’t – can’t take it more, please, Jeno, please, let me – mmph – come.”

“Come,” he said, he couldn’t hold it any longer either. “Yes, fuck, squeeze me just like that,” he moaned, going crazy at the way she was clenching around him as she came all over his cock, hips rolling against him and mouth falling open, pleasure getting so much in her head that no sounds came out of there.

“Shit, you do feel good,” he exhaled, leaning closer, resting his forehead against hers as his hips kept fucking in and out lazily riding their orgasms, cum filling her up, mixing with Johnny and Jaehyun’s. “You took us so well,” he whispered, kissing her lips more gently than before and freeing her wrists from his hold.

“Pretty impressive for a first time,” Johnny chuckled, pulling away from her to stand up from the bed and stretch.

“Fuck,” Jeno huffed, rolling next to her, after pulling out, making her cringe at the sensation of their cum dripping down her thighs. “That wasn’t on my do-to list when we planned this holiday.”

“This wasn’t on any of our do-to lists,” Jaemin replied, brushing her hair back and leaving a peck on her lips. “You okay?” He asked, his sweet smile on his face again.

She hummed, smiling weakly, and snuggling close to Jeno that opened his arms, hand caressing her scalp. “Yeah, but I need some water and a wet cloth to clean this mess you made... maybe some food if I find the strength to sit up.”

“Who gets what?” Jaehyun asked, looking at the other two that were already up.

Johnny and Jaemin looked at each other, grinning, “Rock, paper, scissors?”

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