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In Your Arms

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Day Twelve: Threesome w/ Jaehyun & Mark

Word Count: 6,525

**a uni au with bisexual!jaehyun, bisexual!mark, and this does involve member x member to a certain degree

Up until this point in the night, you’d not wondered if coming to the NCT frat’s Halloween party was a bad idea. You’d been having fun, but now, you were second-guessing your decision.

At the moment, you were busy wiping fake blood off your throat and chest after one of the drunk frat guys had thrown a water balloon filled with the stuff at you. You didn’t think anything of it when there was a soft knock at the door, when Mark cracked the door open and peered inside.

“Woah, what happened to you?” He asks, slipping inside, shutting the bathroom door behind him.

You’re not sure what his costume is. He’s wearing sweatpants and a band t-shirt, a hat sitting backwards on his head, and he’s not wearing shoes. Maybe he’s not even dressed up.

“Fake blood.” You smudge at your chest, glancing up into the mirror to catch Mark ogling your tits. When he looks up a second later, realizing that he’s been caught, he smiles sweetly, his expression so genuine that you can’t even be mad. “Have you seen Jaehyun? He told me he was going to get me something else to wear.”

You neglect to tell Mark that the reason Jaehyun, the third in your inseparable trio, is fetching you something clean is because he was there when the fake blood balloon hit. He took the brunt of it as, at the moment when it hit, he had been fucking you, pinning you against the back wall of the pool house, not that it had done much to keep you out of sight. Someone had clearly spotted the two of you and decided to interrupt with the balloon.

“Yeah,” Mark folds his arms across his chest, leaning back against the bathroom door. “I saw him.”

“Shit,” you groan under your breath, as you shove the tissue down the front of your top. The sticky liquid--whatever it is--has dripped down between your boobs. You don’t really care if Mark watches; he’s skinny-dipped with you and Jaehyun before, so he’s already seen it all.

“Can I ask you something?” Mark asks.

Distracted as you are with cleaning yourself up, you don’t even think before telling him to ask away. You don’t look up at him in the mirror as you reach a hand down your top, palming your tit so you can do your best to wipe at the underside.

Mark shifts with his back to the door, the wood creaking a little.

“So,” he says casually, “How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?”

For a moment your world splinters. What did he just say?

“What did you just say?” You abandon your cleaning efforts, turning to fully face Mark.

“How long have we both been fucking Jaehyun?” Mark repeats. “I know you’ve been at it for a few weeks with him at least, like, you’re not as sneaky as you might like to think. I have eyes. And ears. His bedroom is right beside mine.”

You’re not sure what to say.

For one thing, you hadn’t wanted Mark to find out that you were fucking Jaehyun. He was the other third of your trio, and with you and Jaehyun together it would shift the dynamic if Mark knew. So you had done your best to keep it a secret. It’s not like you were dating Jaehyun, but Mark might feel excluded.

Only now do you realize that Jaehyun had apparently been doing his very best to keep Mark feeling included.

Or, maybe, you realized, it was you that he’d included after the fact.

“How long have you...?” You trail off. “We started about four months ago. The second night of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire.”

That whole thing had been a mess. Haechan and Taeil’s birthdays were only about a week apart, so they decided to throw an enormous birthday party for themselves. Originally it had been a one day, 24-hour event, but those set hours expanded to fill three days of endless chaos and drinking.

It was night two bordering on day three when you and Jaehyun and Mark were all drinking together. The party had mostly tapered out for the night. A few of the guys were still drunkenly singing karaoke inside. The three of you were sitting outside on a picnic blanket, drinking around the dying embers of the bonfire. Mark passed out at some point, his head pillowed on Jaehyun’s thigh, and you and Jaehyun had kept drinking and giggling together over silly nothings, until suddenly Jaehyun kissed you.

It had taken you completely by surprise, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Even though you hadn’t been sure about his feelings towards you, you’d been crushing on him since almost the beginning of this friendship two years ago. So when he pulled away, with a high flush in his cheeks, you’d dragged him back in.

But when Mark had grumbled something in his sleep, shifting his head on Jaehyun’s thigh, you’d both broken apart, remembering that you weren’t alone. And maybe it was the heat of the kiss simmering under your skin or maybe the drinks you’d had, but something inside you evaporated your brain-to-mouth filter, and the words just flew out when you asked, “D’you wanna fuck?”

Jaehyun had been nice enough to carry drunk Mark inside, leaving him in the care of the karaoke-ing boys before he snuck you up to his room.

That mini-episode of the All-Day All-Night Sun and Moon Birthday Extravaganza and Bonfire hadn’t lasted terribly long. But it was good. A highlight of the three-day party.

Which is why you’d done it again and again.

Mark stares at you now as you’ve made your confession. “Four months ago? Impressive.”

“And what about you?” You press him for an answer.

Before Mark can voice his answer, there’s another knock at the bathroom door, and the door is shoved open, knocking Mark forward.

“Oh, sorry, bro,” Jaehyun apologizes as he slips in, oblivious to the mildly tense atmosphere between his two lovers. To you, he says, “Here, you can wear this.”

He holds out a shirt to you, one of his favorite baggy ones that will definitely fit you like a dress. You know you should put it on now, take off the probably ruined outfit you’re wearing, but Mark is still staring at you.

“Jae, Mark knows about us.” You say the words quickly while holding Mark’s gaze. “And he told me that you’ve been fucking too.”

Best to just put it all out there in the open, you decide.

You expect Jaehyun to do one of three things. One, he might just flat out deny it. Two, he might say that one of you is lying to the other. Three, he’ll admit that he was sleeping with both of you.

Jaehyun takes the unexpected fourth option.

“Yeah, and?” He looks back and forth between you and Mark before he thrusts his hand out towards you, still holding the shirt he’s lending you. “Are you two not fucking? I thought this was an all three of us kind of thing?”

You wonder how many times tonight you’re going to be so caught off guard that you’re speechless. First was the balloon of fake blood splattering across you while Jaehyun was balls-deep inside you. Second was Mark’s little bombshell. Third is this.

Mark actually laughs. “What?”

“Yeah,” Jaehyun deadpans. “Like, I thought I was being obvious with both of you, but I also thought it seemed like you two were hooking up too. If you’d seen yourselves, you would get what I’m talking about. Always cuddling, touching.” He looks right at you as he says, “Mark’s definitely jerked off thinking about you.”

“Dude!” Mark spins around, slapping his hand against Jaehyun’s arm.

Jaehyun hisses, gritting his teeth. “What? You think I can’t hear you through the wall? Just come over instead of touching yourself alone; you know I’m always good.”

They begin to bicker back and forth, but you’re not listening. You’re still computing, wading your way through this flood of information. You know Jaehyun’s right. You also know that you probably should’ve seen it before now that they were hooking up too.

You think of all the times that you’ve seen Mark wrap his arms around Jaehyun, tucking his nose against the elder’s neck. The number of times you’ve come over in the morning to walk with Mark to class or to take them both out to brunch, and you’ve found them both in Jaehyun’s bed, looking extremely comfortable. You think of the time you walked through the front door of the frat house to find Jaehyun on a beanbag chair, his legs spread with Mark kneeling between them massaging Jaehyun’s thighs, both of them staring at each other. At the time it had seemed like nothing; there were other members of the frat around.

But you think too that you can see what Jaehyun was saying about you and Mark. You do cuddle with him. You do sometimes fall asleep in Mark’s bed, but that’s never been anything sexual. Not really. You’ve skinny dipped together, wrestled together across the living room floor for the TV remote. You’ve helped him shower the one time he was so drunk he puked all over himself and desperately needed to be cleaned up. You’ve both seen each other naked several times. You’ve kissed his cheeks, he’s touched your ass. All of these things that didn’t seem like anything at the time. But now everything is reframing, the images in your mind lining up, and you see the bigger picture.

Mark gasps in surprise when you suddenly lurch forward, grabbing his shoulder to turn him towards you, and you connect your lips with his.

It’s not a well-coordinated first kiss. Your mouth bumps against his teeth, noses knock together. The kiss is more of groaning in pain into each other’s mouths than a proper kiss.

“There,” you sigh as you pull away from Mark. “Now, we’ve all kissed.”

“I don’t think that really counted,” Mark says.

Jaehyun snorts, raking his fingers through his hair. “Right, I think you two might need to kiss again.”

So you do. This time Mark kisses you first, as if to prove to you that he’s a good kisser, that the first kiss was just a one-time mistake. This time he’s smooth with it. There’s no pain of facial features hitting together.

“Alright now,” Jaehyun says after a moment. You feel his hand on your shoulder, pushing you back gently from Mark. “I think that’s enough.”

But Mark’s hands have drifted up to your chest, giving the curve of your tits beneath your dress a good palming. He doesn’t seem eager to let you go, moaning a little in protest as Jaehyun tries to make you stop again.

“Stop it, we’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Jaehyun says, and you hear Mark moan even as he pulls out of the kiss. It’s only as you blink your eyes open a bit dazedly that you see why Mark made such a sound. Jaehyun’s fingers are at the back of Mark’s head, threaded tightly through a sizable chunk of Mark’s hair.

“Later,” Jaehyun repeats, and not a moment too soon.

Someone takes up knocking on the bathroom door. Only then do you seem to fully snap back to reality, remembering the fact that you’re in a bathroom in a frat house, that this is a Halloween party. The knocking grows louder and more frantic, paired with a drunk whine of “Let me in!” over and over.

Jaehyun opens in and a drunk girl stumbles in, ignoring that the three of you are in there. You grab both Jaehyun and Mark by the hand, dragging them out of the bathroom to leave the poor girl alone.

So, with your chest still sticky and your dress somewhat stained from the fake blood, you rejoin the party with your two best boys. Neither of them stray too far, all three of you are caught in the same orbit—hands sliding over waists, hands brushing, a lingering glance, bodies pressed together in the heat of the crowd of dancers in the frat’s backyard, Jaehyun lowering his head to Mark’s throat to lick up a bead of sweat while he looks right at you.

Someone brings out more of the fake blood water balloons. They’re launched into the crowd, lobbed from overhead. Some are dropped from the windows of the house’s upper floor, some are possibly from the roof. Soon, the ground is slick with it, the crowd covered. Everything looks like a nightmare, but the party rages on.

When Jaehyun kisses you, tasting the fake blood on your lips, he smirks and dives back in for more. “I think it’s raspberry jam, maybe,” he says, trailing his lips down your throat. From behind you, you feel Mark do the same, his tongue at your shoulder, licking up a splatter of red.

You don’t care if people are watching, not when you have Jaehyun’s mouth on your collarbones, Mark sucking at the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. Mark’s hands are on your hips, his body fitted up right behind yours. You know people can see you, people who have only known the three of you as the inseparable trio, not as this new three-headed sexual entity you’ve become tonight.

You don’t care that both of your boys’ hands wander, sticky and red over your body, smearing your skin even more, bringing the dress to a state of ruin that you know you’ll never be able to bring it back from.

When it gets to the point that you’re gasping, sighing their names, clutching at the pair of them while you grind back against Mark, Jaehyun decides to call it a night.

“Come with me.” He murmurs the words against your lips, but then his hand glides over your shoulder, reaching behind you to touch Mark too.

Jaehyun takes your hand, and you take Mark’s. He leads the way through the crowd, weaving the way back inside, up the stairs, heading for the bathroom this had all begun in tonight.

Mark locks the door when you’re all inside. No interruptions this time.

Jaehyun turns the shower on, letting the water heat as he pulls his shirt over his head. Mark mirrors Jaehyun. Shirts disappear, chests revealed, the sticky drips of the jelly blood run over their chests, one long trail of it even reaches Jaehyun’s abs, and it’s Mark that goes for that.

You watch him drop to his knees in front of Jaehyun, raising his pretty dark eyes to look up at Jaehyun’s face when Mark’s mouth touches skin, his tongue flat against Jaehyun’s belly.

Jaehyun lifts his arms up, tucking his hands behind his head with a low moan, his eyes closing as Mark locks higher, tracing the taste all the way to the source at Jaehyun’s throat.

“Get in the shower, hyung,” Mark commands, his lips on Jaehyun’s skin.

Jaehyun’s pants are gone in an instant. He nearly stumbles over them in his hurry to step backwards into the glass shower.

Only then do you remember that you need to undress too. You’re not just here as a spectator. You’re a very willing and eager participant in this show.

As you begin working your fingers down the laces of the corset top of this dress, Mark strips away his last layer. His ass is always so perfect, round and cute, you’ve wanted to sink your teeth into it on multiple occasions, and judging by the current bruise in the shape of a mouth that adorns one cheek, you wonder if someone has. If that someone is Jaehyun, maybe.

Your fingers work a little faster, jerking at the laces as you watch Mark follow Jaehyun into the shower. He presses up against the elder, their bodies flush together when Mark pins Jaehyun to the wall, his mouth moving with feverish intensity across Jaehyun’s chest and throat, kissing higher and higher until Jaehyun’s head is tipped back against the wall with Mark’s face buried in his throat.

“Fuck, Mark,” Jaehyun moans. His fingers clutch at Mark’s shoulders. “Right there.”

At last the last of your laces is loosened, and you slide the dress down your body, shimmying it over your hips until it pools at last around your feet.

“Me too,” you beg as you join them at last under the shower’s warm spray. You press yourself up against Jaehyun’s side, and he pulls an arm away from Mark to loop it around your hips instead, his throat vibrating with another moan as your mouth joins Mark’s.

It’s a little too crowded with both of you at his throat, and you each move at the same time to free up a little space. You claim Jaehyun’s lips, his mouth opening for you to dive in and explore, while at the same time Mark sinks to his knees again.

You’re too preoccupied with the way Jaehyun’s tongue is tangling with yours to take much notice of what Mark is up to. Only when you feel his hand on your thigh, when you feel his other hand bump against your belly do you break the kiss with Jaehyun to look down. Jaehyun takes that opportunity to moan, swearing around Mark’s name.

Mark has his lips around Jaehyun’s cock, suckling prettily at the tip. His hand on your thigh massages, drifting higher and lower again, driving you wild as his fingers approach the deep heat throbbing between your thighs, only to massage back down your thigh again.

Jaehyun kisses the side of your head, his fingers brush your jaw, drawing your attention back to him. When your lips meet his again is right when Mark finally stops teasing, and his fingers glide right along your slit, offering your clit some of that sweet friction you crave. You gasp, and Jaehyun just smiles into the kiss.

Mark is good at multitasking, which shouldn’t come as a surprise to you. He’s always busy, involved in multiple clubs as well as the frat. He can juggle multiple tasks simultaneously, and you’ve never understood how he’s able to do that so easily, but it impresses you. And that ability at multitasking has never impressed you more than right now as Mark sucks Jaehyun off and swirls his fingers smoothly against your clit, dipping his fingers back further occasionally to pick up some of the wetness gathering at your entrance.

When Mark finally does sink his fingers inside your hungry cunt, you have to break away from Jaehyun, a loud moan forcing its way from your lips. Both of them laugh as the sound echoes off the tiles, and you hide your face against Jaehyun’s shoulder.

“Do Mark’s fingers feel good, babe?” Jaehyun teases. “Wait til you feel his cock.”

Mark looks up, his lips pulled into a smirk while he takes a moment to just jerk Jae off, licking his lips while his eyes meet yours. “Not to brag, but Jaehyun loves my cock, so I’m sure you will too. He’s always crying and begging for more when I’m in him.”

Mark’s grin shines brighter when he feels your pussy give a throb of arousal around his fingers.

“Do you like that?” He asks, stroking his fingers along your walls. “Thinking of us together? Bet you didn’t imagine Jae was the one taking it, huh? Can you imagine him with his cock leaking across his belly, pink in the face from begging me for more. He’s a cockslut. Right, hyung?”

Jaehyun huffs out a laugh, only slightly amused at Mark’s story. “Don’t act like you’re not the same exact way sometimes, Markie. Need to be filled from both ends or you’re not satisfied, isn’t that right? Gagging around my fingers while I fuck you?”

The visuals they’re giving you are too much. You can picture it all in your mind, layered over the present image of Mark holding his tongue out as he swallows Jaehyun’s cock down again.

That’s when Jaehyun starts to take a more aggressive approach to Mark’s blowjob rather than his passive stance before. He rocks his hips forward, his hand letting Mark’s hair tenderly while he fucks Mark’s mouth.

You don’t blame Mark for slipping his hand away from you. His slick fingers slide down the back of your thigh, holding on instead of fingering you. Your cunt throbs, hungry for attention, and you could touch yourself but why do that when there’s two men here with you? For the moment, you decide, you’ll focus on Jaehyun along with Mark.

You consider dropping to your knees too. Sharing Jaehyun’s cock with Mark, mouths meeting around The shaft or the tip, both of you getting your faces painted with his cum. You can imagine it, but Mark’s sunken into the bliss of Jaehyun’s cock ramming down his throat, so you leave that to him alone.

Instead you pay your attention to another spot you know Jaehyun has a weakness for.

His sensitive nipples were something you found out about long before you started hooking up. One day hanging out with him and Mark, Mark had playfully twisted Jaehyun’s nipple through his shirt as retribution for something, and Jaehyun had moaned, his whole body twitching. He’d tackled Mark to the ground shortly after that, pinning the younger man beneath him and telling him in a voice just loud enough for you to hear that Mark knew how sensitive his nipples were, he couldn’t believe he would do that to him when they were in public. Maybe you should have known then that there was something a little more than just friendship between them, because Mark had followed that up with a laugh and touching Jaehyun’s ass in a pretty suggestive way before Jaehyun crawled off of him.

Since that day, you’ve taken advantage of the knowledge of Jaehyun’s sensitive nipples several times. Tonight you do as well.

“Really?” He groans when you drop your hand to tweak his right nipple, and he says, “You're both so—“

Whatever you and Mark are both so, you don’t find out. Jaehyun’s voice cuts off in a moan as Mark presses his mouth all the way down around Jaehyun, swallowing around him, his nose pressed against Jaehyun’s abdomen.

You kiss down Jaehyun’s chest until your tongue meets the pert bud of his left nipple, your fingers still working over the other one.

Jaehyun moans, short bursts of the sounds, quiet enough that with the shower running you doubt anyone outside of the bathroom can hear, but it’s near-constant. He presses his chest away from the shower wall against your lips and hand, your teasing ministrations at his nipples, driving a blush high into his cheeks and ears.

Your tongue flicks over his nipple, his hips rocking forward, driving his cock down Mark’s throat. Your best friend takes it so well, his throat open and eyes lifting to watch you and Jaehyun. His hands brace on Jaehyun's thighs.

“Mark, Mark,” Jaehyun moans, his fingers spreading across the back of Mark’s neck. “Want you to swallow it for me, bro. Be a good boy.”

And then he’s cumming. His abs go taut, his eyes close, he presses his hand against the back of Mark’s neck while he pushes his hips flat against Mark’s face. You hold your mouth against his chest, still lightly swirling your finger around the other nipple.

When Jaehyun’s hand falls away, Mark starts moving again, sucking slowly, bobbing his head on Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun moans softly, his hips rocking gently to match Mark, until Mark finally pulls back, and Jaehyun’s soft cock slips from his lips.

He stands quickly, reaching for you, his hand against your neck bringing you in for a kiss. As you angle your head slightly, as Mark leans in, you realize you can see some of Jaehyun’s cum dribbling from Mark’s lips. What you don’t realize until he’s already kissing you, is that Mark’s mouth is still full of Jaehyun’s cum.

Mark’s tongue darts out between his lips, sliding against yours, teasing you into opening your mouth. And the moment you do, Mark seals his mouth against yours and pushes Jaehyun’s cum from his tongue to yours. It’s a stickier kiss than you’ve ever experienced, the taste bitter but sexy on your tongue. Mark pulls back enough that Jaehyun can see the sticky, creamy press of your lips, the passage of cum from tongue to tongue. It’s filthy and strange and hot.

You kiss him until the cum is gone, until your lips tingle, and Mark slows the kiss. You want to reach for his hand, or Jaehyun’s, or both of them, and bring their fingers between your thighs. But they get distracted with each other again before you can do it.

As soon as Mark is parted from your face, Jaehyun lands a hand on his shoulder.

“I told you to swallow it,” Jaehyun tells him.

Mark nods, his eyes crinkling as his smile grows. “Yeah, but you have to admit, that was so much better, dude.”

“Really, you’re gonna call me dude when your mouth still tastes like my cum?” Jaehyun asks, tightening his hold on Mark’s shoulder.

Mark sticks his tongue out, a childish response, but Jaehyun darts forward, sucking Mark’s tongue into his mouth.

Mark’s cock bumps against your thigh as he twists, the tangle of your three bodies together beneath the shower’s spray meaning there’s not a part of any of you that’s not touching the other two.

“Hyung,” Mark’s voice comes out as a whine. “Dude, touch me or something.”

It’s you that slips your hand in between your bodies, fingers sliding over the last remnants of fake blood, the majority of which has been washed off by the shower you’re all not really using. Mark moans when your fingers circle the base of his cock.

Jaehyun’s hand explores around behind your back, sliding against your hip, over your bottom, and then down between your legs when he fills you with two of his fingers.

“You’re so wet right now for us, babe,” Jaehyun murmurs the words against Mark’s lips, but you know they’re meant for you. “Which one of us do you want to fuck you?”

Mark groans, pushing away from Jaehyun’s chest. “You just came, dude! Don’t be fucking selfish with her.”

You want Mark. That would be true even if Jaehyun wasn’t the one who’d just been given an orgasm, if he wasn’t still soft against your hip. Mark’s been setting your senses wild all night, like a series of fireworks embedded deep inside you.

“Can we move this from the shower?” You ask, then say, “Then I want Mark. But I can take both of you, Jae. Don’t want you to feel left out.”

Mark nods. “Right. Shower sex is hot, but I don’t know about a threesome in here. Sounds a little too slippery and dangerous.”

So the sex is put on pause for a couple minutes. The three of you shower off, rinsing away the last of the fake blood. That’s not to say that hands don’t wander, that lips don’t chase shampoo suds down your neck to your chest.

Mark watches as Jaehyun palms your tits, claiming to be “washing” you while really he’s mostly just teasing your nipples.

You’re clean first, stepping out of the shower to wrap a towel around you from the linen closet just inside the door. Mark’s next, grabbing a towel that he wraps loosely around his waist. He stoops to grab the clothes piled on the floor, and then he’s crowding you toward the door.

“Better hurry, bro!” Mark calls as you get the bathroom door open. “We’re not waiting!”

You and Mark hurry across the hallway to Jaehyun’s bedroom. Mark dumps the dirty clothes on the floor in here, then he drops his towel. You let yours fall as well.

“God, forgive me,” Mark groans, staring right at you. “I really love your tits.”

You laugh, spreading your arms as Mark approaches. He crouches slightly, arms wrapping around your waist, his mouth going right to your tits, and when he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his hips.

Mark moans against your chest, holding one arm secure around your lower back while he brings his other hand to cup your tit, squeezing gently while his mouth covers the nipple of the same breast.

You sigh his name, combing your fingers through his hair.

In his arms like this, with his lips sucking sweetly at your tit, you feel like you’ve made all the right decisions tonight. Mark walks backwards towards Jaehyun’s bed, sitting down heavily on the edge when his knees bump into the bedframe.

You can’t resist grinding against him, not now when you’re sat in his lap, his cock rubbing right up against your slit. “Mark,” his name falls, breathless from your lips, “Need you to fuck me.”

He hums against your chest, kissing from one breast to the other, and he loosens his arm from your waist to bring that hand up to your chest as well. Mark presses your tits together, his lips passing back and forth between the nipples, and your mind is going slightly haywire from that and from the way that you’ve found the perfect angle to grind against his cock—your clit rubbing right against his tip, precum leaking from him making the glide even easier.

Neither of you hesitate to continue when the door opens behind you. You can hear the party still going outside, down below you in the house, but when the door shuts again, the sound diminishes.

Jaehyun settles down on the bed beside Mark, and you turn to look at him. His skin is all pink from the shower, hair dripping down his face. His cock is half-hard again, resting against his thigh as he looks at you and Mark.

“Should’ve known I’d find you buried in her tits, Mark,” Jaehyun says. “He’s always been obsessed with them. First time we met you, before we were even friends, he was going on and on afterwards about how pretty your boobs looked. Talked about titty-fucking quite a bit with Jungwoo, if I remember right.”

Mark pulls one hand away only long enough to flip Jaehyun off, before he’s brought it back to your chest.

You laugh. You wouldn’t mind Mark titty-fucking you, but first tonight you want him to properly fuck you.

“Jae,” your voice is husky, half a moan at all times as you continue working your clit against Mark’s cock. “Can you grab a condom?”

“Of course, babe,” he agrees, leaning up to press a single kiss to your lips before he’s moving away, over to the desk drawer where he keeps his condoms, lube, and refined selection of toys. When he returns, Jaehyun kneels on the floor in front of Mark. He taps your bottom, presses a hand against your hip, and you get the message. You tip Mark backwards onto his back so you’re over top of him, your hips lifted away from his cock now.

He pulls his mouth away from your tits, complaining a little as your heat has pulled away from his cock. But his complaint dies on his lips as soon as Jaehyun’s hand wraps around him. You hear the tearing open of the condom’s packaging, the foil wrapper being tossed away, and then Mark moans, his head tipped back on Jaehyun’s bed. Your tits still hover above his mouth, and honestly, you’re a little tempted to lower your chest, to smother Mark a little with your tits.

Jaehyun works the condom down over Mark’s length, jerking his hand over his erection until Mark is rocking his hips up off the bed, ready to bury himself inside you.

You’re ready for it too, but before Jaehyun helps either of you out with that wish, you feel his fingers pressing inside you.

Jaehyun stretches you around his fingers, his lips brushing against your ass cheek. “Gotta stretch you well for him,” he says.

Mark lifts his head, again devoting his lips to pleasuring your tits while Jaehyun fingerfucks you. Under the combined power of the two, it’s not long before you’re trembling, your body pressing back on Jaehyun’s fingers, craving the orgasm that’s at his fingertips. He’s got you stretched well enough for Mark, you know he does, he’s just teasing now, and you cry out for it, telling him you just need to cum.

“Then cum for us,” Jaehyun says, his voice deep, and his tongue brushes right around where his fingers enter you.

Your pussy sinks down around Jaehyun’s fingers until you meet his palm. You want more. Want it deeper and bigger. You need Mark.

Jaehyun knows exactly what you need, pulling his fingers away, and immediately Mark’s tip is there against you. He lifts his hips without a second of hesitation, driving his cock right into you. Your body flashes with heat and tingling pleasure, cumming as soon as Mark enters you, and it’s so good, cumming as he fucks your tight pussy, your walls hugging around his cock in a warm welcome.

His mouth falls away from your tits. All you can do is pant and moan, lifting yourself up to sit down fully on his cock. Your thighs feel a bit like jelly, but you work yourself down on Mark’s cock, riding your hips in circles and rocking in his lap, grinding on him in just the right way that he’s in constant exhilarating contact with your G spot.

A second orgasm quickly follows the first because of that.

Mark takes over then, his hands on your hips as he cants his hips off the bed, thrusting up into you while you drape yourself forward over him.

“Kiss me,” he tells you. “Want you to kiss me.”

You turn your head to the side, lips seeking Mark’s though the first connection is a miss with your lips landing beside his nose when he gives a thrust that nearly knocks you off-balance. But then your lips find Mark’s, and this is so much better than your first kiss with him from a few hours ago.

Jaehyun touches you both. You can feel his hands along your thighs, your ass, your back. You feel it too when the back of his hands brush your thighs while he touches Mark. You can hear the change in pitch in Mark’s moans when Jaehyun touches him in ways you can’t see.

Mark’s hips lift off the bed, again and again, thrusting roughly into you as his orgasm approaches. You can feel a third one rising in you as well, your belly going tight, and your clit feels so sensitive as Jaehyun reaches around you, thumbing at the swollen nub.

Marks breathing picks up, panting against your lips, your kiss barely more than lips just brushing while you each feel the first effects of your orgasms, tendrils of pleasure spreading through you before the final burst.

Jaehyun pinches your clit, and you feel your orgasm bubble burst, the knot in your belly releases, and you rock down to meet Mark’s rapid thrusts as his climax catches up to him too. He fills the condom, moaning your name and Jaehyun’s, fucking you through his orgasm with slower rolls of his hips until at last he drops his ass down against the bed and stays there.

You pull off of him, slumping onto the side. You’re so sensitive that you shudder when you close your legs, but Jaehyun’s there, soothing kisses along your thighs, over your belly. He kisses higher and higher until his lips meet yours.

Distantly, you’re aware of Mark getting up, disposing of the condom. You think he leaves the room too, but your awareness doesn’t stretch quite that far. He’s back before you’re finished kissing Jaehyun, and Mark settles back down on the bed, getting comfortable with his head on one of Jaehyun’s pillows. He’s dressed, blinking sleepily.

You leave the room too, going to pee before you come crawling back. Jaehyun’s left a shirt out for you to put on, but you skip it, just crawling naked back into bed beside him. He’s in his underwear, looking up at the ceiling, and as you lie down, you reach for him, your hand sliding over the front of his underwear.

“Stop,” he says, brushing your hand away.

“But what about you?” You reach for Jaehyun, but he captures your hands. “You didn’t get to cum again.”

“I’m fine, I promise.” He lifts your hand to his face, kissing your knuckles. “You’re clearly done. You should sleep. Mark’s already halfway there.”

Mark makes a little grunt of acknowledgement.

“Go on,” Jaehyun prods you gently, and you roll onto your other side, tucking yourself up against Mark.

Jaehyun leaves the bed for a moment, quietly moving around the room. He turns the light off, locks the door, he lays a blanket over you and Mark before he settles back down behind you.

“Next time,” Jaehyun tells you, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back. “Next time we’ll fuck you together. How’s that sound?”

It sounds like a promise, like something to look forward to. You’re exhausted tonight, well satisfied with everything that’s transpired, but you can’t help letting your mind wander to all the different possibilities now that there are three of you.

You tuck your head against Mark’s shoulder, settling against him while Jaehyun continues rubbing your back.

In this moment, wrapped in their arms and their comforting presences, you’ve never felt stronger about the two of them. They’re your best friends, in the most absolute and true way. Adding sex into the equation with them just seemed like the natural next step, just building on this solid foundation you’ve established over the last couple years. You love them, wholeheartedly. Not necessarily in a romantic way, but in the way that feels like soulmates, like no matter what happens in the future, no matter if your paths diverge, if this sexual relationship doesn’t continue, you will always love them in the purest way.

Overcome with that feeling, you just need to let it.

“I love you both,” you tell them, your words a little distorted by your cheek against his shoulder. “There’s no one else I would do this with.”

Mark makes a small happy sound, wrapping his arm around your hip, mumbling back easily, “Love you both, too.”

Jaehyun is quiet for a moment, a thoughtful silence, one that makes you wish you could see his face right then, but you’re comfortable so you’re not moving. And you’re glad you didn’t shift because a moment later you feel the heat of his presence against your back, and then his lips leave a kiss against the back of your head.

You hear the soft sound too as he lifts his head away from yours and leaves a kiss on Mark’s cheek.

“I love you two.” And there’s a depth, a weight behind his words that make you wonder, how deep is his love?

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #jaehyun smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #nct kinktober #sorry this one is so late!! i took a nap when i got home from work bc i had a horrible headache #but i just finished this!#and now i need to write the one for tomorrow and the next 3 days

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Girls take initiative! ( For true love they believe in!)

Babycorn made her way down the hall, Cherrypit walking right behind her. When Cherrypit caught sight of Pancake and Linnet his eyes lit up, he tugged on Babycorn's dress. "Huh?" Babycorn looked down, "What's up Cherry?" Cherrypit waddled ahead and Babycorn watched as he talked to both girls for a brief moment then he waddled back. "Bebe like Butter?" Cherrypit asked almost as if someone had asked him to ask that. What a weird question. "Of course I like butter." It went great on bread. Babycorn didn't notice both girls giggling to themselves as they ran off.

Lalapril 4/6: Mark Starring : @windupnamazu's Pancake and Cinnamon . Pancake asks Cinnamon to review her writing

“Cinnamon!!!”

Cinnamon turned onto her side, ignoring the very loud yell calling for her. It was her afternoon nap and she didn’t want to be disturbed just yet. Especially not after such a hectic morning. Having spent a large majority of it flying away from Cherrypit who decided he wanted to chase her around for fun.

It really was a curse to be so irresistibly shiny sometimes….

“Cinnamooooon! Wake up!!”

Cinnamon knew that was Pancake’s voice calling her name. If she was lucky then maybe she would decide to pester her some other time.

“Cinnamooooon! I know you’re awake!!”

Cinnamon felt Pancake poking her hammock, it rocked her from side to side, sort of having the opposite effect that Pancake intended for it to have. After hearing Cinnamon let out a loud snore Pancake quickly realized her mistake and instead just decided to skip a couple of steps, grabbing Cinnamon by her wings.

Cinnamon yelped out loud and her eyes flew open. “Hey! Come on now-! That's not fair!” She flapped her wings and Pancake quickly let her go. Cinnamon flew back down onto her designated drawer and crossed her arms, she tapped her foot impatiently.

“I know that stuff was okay when you were little but now…”

Who was she kidding? Even with all the complaining Cinnamon did, she really didn't mind, deep down. It was a good thing she was used to it by now. Except for the dress-up games. Cinnamon would trade all the nap times in the world for that to stop.

Pancake was rhythmically tapping the top of the drawer in anticipation, “Cinnaaamoooon~! My favorite fairy ever in the woooorld! Can I ask you a favooor?” She blinked her eyes repeatedly and brought her hands together, making sure to emphasize just how cute and squishy her face was.

Lunya, whether she meant to or not, had taught her well.

Cinnamon knew exactly what was happening. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion but Pancake’s eyes just kept glittering at her. She was playing right into her hands and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

“Fine! Fine! Fricking fine!” Cinnamon shrugged, “What the hells do you want?”

Once Pancake recognized Cinnamon’s bell jingles of resignation she jumped back with a loud squeeee!!!!!! “Yippee!! Really?! Hooray!!” Pancake hopped around in place and cheered to herself. “It’s gonna be really quick Cinnamon! I just need your thoughts on something!” As quickly as she could, Pancake twirled on her heel and ran out of their room, “I’ll be right back! Right right back!!”

Cinnamon sat down and pouted. “Sure. Take your tiiiime!” She waved her sleeve covered arm at the door that Pancake had danced out of.

As luck would have it Butter was out today on an ‘Important Errand.’

Which considering that by complete coincidence that Babycorn was also out meant that Butter wouldn’t be back anything soon. So there was a zero chance of him saving her from whatever Cinnamon wanted her to do.

Hopefully it wasn’t another mission of stealing something from Lunya.

If there was anyone that Cinnamon didn’t want to get on the bad side of, it was Lunya Lanya.

Pancake came running back holding a large stack of papers in her hands and a red pen in her mouth. “Mpphmhphpmhhpp!!” She excitedly explained. Pancake dropped the stack of papers on the desk. The force of the impact was enough to make Cinnamon air-bound for a few seconds.

Cinnamon looked up at Pancake. “Um, Pancake? Sweetie…you sorta…” She gestured her large sleeves to her mouth to try and at least signal to Pancake that she couldn’t understand her.

“Mpphmh?” Pancake had run across the room to grab a desk chair and carried over to where Cinnamon was. She sat down and grabbed the pen from her mouth. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” Pancake was practically bouncing from her seat as she grabbed a piece of paper from the stack. “I’m gonna read you something and you need to tell me if you like it Cinnamon!”

“Oh…kay?” Was that it?

Pancake cleared her throat and began reading.

“Once upon a time there was a small village that was in the middle of the forest. The forest was big and dangerous and very very filled with monsters. Monsters that really liked to attack the people living in the village and the people that even got near the village. Because the kingdom of the village belonged to was taken over by an evil empire they were getting no help!”

Cinnamon flew up and took a seat on her custom sized hammock. It sounded like this was going to take a while.

“So then the village put together its own people to fight the monsters instead! The super cool and very cute Pancake was going to be apart of it! The leader of the monster hunters was Lunya too! There were a bunch of strong and cool people that were apart of it! This was the way they could fight and keep themselves safe!”

So far Cinnamon didn’t know why she was here. Pancake had asked her for her ‘thoughts’ as she put it but what thoughts could she even offer if they couldn’t really communicate with each other.

Was she just supposed to wave her arms at Pancake if she didn’t like something?

“Butter lived with Pancake (that’s me!!!! :D) in a house in the village. They had parents and they had their own restaurant and Butter loved his sister and cheered her on as she protected the village. One day a lot of monsters suddenly attacked the village! The brave and very cool Pancake defeated as many as she could but even she could not defeat them all! While Cinnamon was fighting outside her brother Butter stayed to defend their home.”

Cinnamon didn’t know whether to wiggle her arms in the air or not. She knew in her little fairy cookie heart that Butter would go out and fight alongside Pancake if this whole thing was real and not just an imaginary scenario in Pancake’s head.

Oh well, Pancake wasn’t going for realism anyway. Probably.

“Everything was going good but then Butter heard a loud noise outside his home! Butter grabbed a big spoon and went outside to investigate.”

Cinnamon furrowed her brow, “Why did he grab a big spoon?” I mean, sure Pancake said that they lived in a restaurant but surely a knife would have been a smarter decision then?

Then again, Butter was the type of person to grab the wrong thing under stress. But it wasn’t something like this had happened before, so how could she really tell.

...Why was she overthinking this?

“When Butter stepped outside he saw a monster right in front of him! It was really scary! Butter tried to attack it but he saw that she was hurt! There was a cut on her tail that looked like it really hurt! Butter couldn’t just leave her like that so he went inside and got some stuff to help her. The monster was really confused at why Butter was helping her but she was glad that he was helping her.”

Cinnamon sighed, that did sound like something Butter would definitely do. No matter how much she would be yelling into his ear that it was a bad idea.

“But then Butter remembered that the monster hunters were still outside and protecting the village. He decided to bring the monster inside she was just almost too big to hide but Butter decided to hide her in a shed that his family almost never used. He ran inside to grab a big blanket too. That was enough to protect her from the monster hunters.”

Cinnamon took the time that Pancake normally used to switch sheets of paper to stretch for a second. Her relaxing stretch was rudely interrupted when Pancake placed her elbows on the drawer, it made Cinnamon jump a little.

“That’s all I got written for now but let me tell you what my plan is for the rest!” Pancake very excitedly explained.

Cinnamon waved her large sleeve to try and gesture for Pancake to continue. Having already accepted that she probably wouldn’t be going anymore anything soon.

“Sooooo! I bet you already guessed who the monster that Butter saved iiiis~?”

Cinnamon looked confused. She actually never thought to ask about that. “Uh…Is it a really spiky cactuar?” she chimed. Cinnamon waited to see if Pancake would tell her if she was right or wrong but when that didn’t happen she tried her best to draw out a shape of a cactuar in the air using her sleeves.

Now Pancake was the one looking confused. Instead of trying to guess what Cinnamon was saying she decided to just go ahead and tell her. “Hehe…! You guessed right! It’s Babycoooorn! Of course its Babycorn! Duhduh!!” Pancake tapped the top of the drawer now more excited than ever.

“Ah. Of course.” Cinnamon really should have seen this coming.

It made far too much sense, seeing as Pancake seemed to be the number one self-proclaimed fan of Butter marrying Babycorn one day. Everyday Pancake would start the morning by asking Butter if today was going to be the day he was going to ask Babycorn to be his girlfriend and then Butter would respond by simply saying’ maybe.’

Then when it was bedtime Pancake would ask if Butter was going to ask Babycorn out the next day and so on and so on…

Hell, Pancake had even begun periodically styling her hair to look almost exactly like Babycorn’s.

“Babycorn is the coolest! She’s gonna be the coolest sister-in-law ever!!” Pancake cheered, “That’s why I’m writing this story for them!”

“Sure Pancake.” Personally Cinnamon couldn’t see it happening if things kept going as they did. Either Butter would decide to grow a backbone or that Hildibrand guy would finally clue in that Babycorn desperately desired him. It could go either way.

Of course her full support was in Butter’s corner, but there was only so much she and Pancake could do to have Butter confess his feelings. Then again, it looked like Pancake had been very hard at work on it. From cursing Hildibrand to arranging special dinners between the two, and now she was writing stories about them? Cinnamon had her work cut out for her.

Pancake picked up another piece of paper and turned it to show Cinnamon. There was a drawing on it, a picture of Butter, Pancake, and something that resembled Babycorn. The pom on the head was a dead giveaway. “So then I think that Butter and Babycorn get to talking and know each other and they get less scared of the other! Cause you know Babycorn’s a monster in this so she’s scared of Butter too!” Pancake giggled to herself and stretched the paper in her hands.

“Oh that’s nice.” Dare Cinnamon even call it…cute????

“But then I find out that Butter has been hiding a monster in our house!!”

“Oh shit!”

Pancake nodded solemnly. “Of course since I’m super nice and cool and cute I understand and I promise to protect Babycorn too! And Cherrypit! He’s here too and he’s really small and totally alive!”

Cinnamon smiled, Babycorn would probably have liked to have heard that last part.

At this point Pancake was now pacing from one side of the room to the other. “And then-! Then-! Me and Butter find out that Babycorn is actually the long lost princess of the kingdom that got taken over because the prince had managed to escape! And he fell in love with a monster!”

“Woah! No way!” Cinnamon fluttered into the air. “Then what happens?!”

Pancake had no idea what Cinnamon had asked but she looked surprised and that was to make her happy. “So then me and Butter and Babycorn and Cherrypit are gonna team up with everyone to defeat the evil kingdom and the scary monsters too! Everyones gonna help and also Butter and Babycorn fall in love and get married and I get to be a princess too and-! And-! And they have a lot of babies too!”

“That’s…pretty fast!”

Pancake bounced herself off of a wall, and just kept pacing around. “I haven’t worked out a lot of the stuff that happens yet but I do know that Babycorn and Butter get married and also I’m the flower girl cause Butter promised it to me when I was little. Remember?”

“Oh I remember.” There’s no way Cinnamon could ever forget the time that Pancake had asked the question right in front of Babycorn herself. She could have sworn that Butter would have died on the spot had Babycorn not been so….Babycorn.

The energy inside Pancake had run its course and she had decided to just sit on the side of her bed. “So what do you think Cinnamon? I’ve been working really hard on it! I’ve mostly been writing it in my head but I started writing it down yesterday and I think it's really good so far but what do you think?” Pancake decided not to mention that the times she was writing it down in her head had mostly been during times when Sirius had been lecturing her about things.

Cinnamon struggled to find a way to answer. Simply saying ‘I love it!’ wouldn’t be enough since Pancake couldn’t understand a word of it. There had to be something else she could do. That’s when Cinnamon had a great idea.

She flew almost right up to Pancake and gave her the biggest thumbs-up she could, even with her large sleeves it was crystal clear to Pancake what Cinnamon was saying.

“YAAAAAAAY!” Pancake cheered, jumping up and down. “I knew I did a good job!” She grabbed Cinnamon in both her hands and gave her a tight hug. “Thanks for the help Cinnamon! I knew I could count on you!” As Cinnamon tried to break out of the suffocating hug, at some point she decided it would be better just to go with it.

“You’re welcome!” Cinnamon jingled.

Pancake gently set the very dizzy fairy back down on her hammock. “You can go back to napping now!” She grabbed the stack of papers from the drawer and walked over to the door, forgetting the red pen that she hadn’t even used. “I’ll see you later! Don’t tell Butter about this cause it's gonna be a surprise!”

Cinnamon gave Pancake another thumbs-up and Pancake giggled.

As Pancake struggled to get the door open Cinnamon wondered if she should fly over to help. Thankfully Pancake managed to open the door with the power of balancing a stack of papers on her knee. Something she looked very proud of doing.

“Aww. They grow up so fast…” Cinnamon said to herself. It felt like just yesterday she was helping Butter change Pancake’s diapers and now here she was writing fanfiction about her brother and this weird girl that lived with them. It almost brought a tear to her eye.

That’s when Cinnamon realized one crucial thing.

“Hey! Wait a minute! Where was I in that story?!”

Cinnamon flew to follow Pancake out the door, “Why can’t I be a cool monster hunter too?! Pancake?! Hey Pancake!!” Unfortunately Cinnamon’s jingles fell on deaf ears, as Pancake was already out and about, racing to find Linnet to tell her all about what she had written.

#lalapril #lalapril 2024 #Pancake #Cinnamon #Babycorn #Butter #Buttercorn #get it its cause like cinammon giving marks to pancakes writing ahahahahaha #you would think this one was the one im most nervous about but i only started getting nervous about it just yesterday dnawjkdn #i think it wasnt as nervewracking cause i gave cinnamon her look but also cause i got to make a buttercorn au that isnt real #also when i talked about this on discord is when i was writing this dnwajkdnn #anyway i think butter finds this story and brings it up at the hypofetical buttercorn wedding #the pancake pacing around and thinking of a fan fic idea in her head is pretty much what i do #fun fact : the babycorn monster design is based on the undead princess from crystal chronicles #ahaha get ready for tomorrow and two days after.

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