Panini
🌙 staring. Mingi & Yunhoe x afab!Reader
🔮 synopsis. With covid stretching on for what feels like forever, and Mingi’s mood in rapid decline, you move into the two-bedroom apartment with your two best friends, where seemingly constant tinder notifications on everyone’s phones remind you constantly of how horribly single you all ar
cw/ tw. Covid, depressed/anxious Mingi, size kink, choking, sir kink, bdsm protocols, dumbification, sensory deprivation (hand over eyes), oral, dry humping, nipple kink/boob sucking, switch Mingi, hard/semi soft Dom Yunho, Dirty talk, some degradation in a good way, unprotected sex, Yunho has a sir kink, threesome, etc…
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 11.8k
🍭 aus. covid au, best friends to lovers, frat/uni au, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. panini is a slang term for pandemic
Some days, when Mingi wakes up, he just can’t bring himself to get out of the duvet cocoon “nest” (as Yunho calls it) he’s built on his bed. Life’s been... fuzzy lately, he guesses. Fuzzy isn't the right word to describe it, he knows that, but he can’t really admit (not out loud at least) that what he’s feeling right now far surpasses ‘fuzzy’.
He feels empty. But it’s not something he wants to dwell on.
You and Yunho are in the kitchen, and although you’re speaking quietly, Mingi can hear your voices from under his door. He blinks at the relative darkness of his room, the black out curtains he’d bought for gaming purposes had felt smart at the time, but now, it just means he can sleep during the day- which isn’t necessarily a good thing, if he’s being honest with himself.
He perks up when his name is muttered, and Mingi adjusts to be sitting in bed now, leaning back against the headboard. He keeps his quilt around him, and the large, warm, cream coloured duvet drowns out his frame, which has gotten smaller since quarantine started.
The sleepy man’s ears pick up soft footfalls, much different from Yunho’s lumbering walk, and then “Mingi?”
He’s getting used to you coming over more. There’d been a period where you hadn’t seen either of your friends due to covid reasons, but two weeks ago you’d all decided to be in a three person bubble for your safety… and sanity. Now you’re here, and Mingi hopes this will brighten his mood.
You and Yunho have been friends with Mingi since you were young, and seeing his decline over the course of ‘the panini’ has been- well, the world has enough pain right now.
You’re here to bring back the spark in Mingi’s life. He’s at his happiest when he’s situated between you and Yunho on the couch, a good Disney movie playing, and a box of pizza warming his thighs, which is exactly what you intend to give him.
“Come in!” Mingi responds to you, stretching his arms over his head, groaning at the way his muscles scream at him after being unused for so long. He’d been hunched over his computer gaming until the early hours of the morning, and the sun had all but burned him like a vampire when it had risen, prompting him to firmly shut his curtains and finally dive into the safety of blankets. Now he’s feeling the negative side effects of being all but half nocturnal.
Your head peaks into his room a moment later, and you look around at the state of the space. Mingi’s life is a bit of a mess, and it’s reflected in the clothes that litter the ground, and the innumerable cups and plates scattered on every free surface. There’s a half eaten piece of pizza on Mingi’s nightstand and you’re pleased to see he has at least some food in here.
You’ll help him clean everything and get back on track with general tidiness later, but for now, you just want to get him out of this dark room.
“Come have breakfast with us,” you suggest, “we made your favourite.”
Eggo waffles. Plain. Simple. Easy enough for the two men to make without almost burning down the building... although you’re pretty sure Yunho has lit a piece of toast on fire before, so maybe you have to reconsider the use of toasters.
Sometimes if Mingi’s feeling daring, he’ll add butter or syrup, but for the most part, Mingi is a plain waffle’s nightmare, his tummy a bottomless pit from which there is no eggo return.
Mingi stands up slowly, and you note the way he brings his blanket with him. The white fabric half covers most of his bead head, but you can see hair standing every which way. His exhaustion is evident in his eyes, even more so when a moment later, they’re covered by his glasses, which only add to his disheveled appearance, half crooked on his pretty nose.
“When did you go to sleep last night?” You ask with concern, pulling out a chair for Mingi to sit down in while Yunho deals with food in the kitchen. You can hear him aggressively forcing the toaster to pop before it’s time, and he hisses when he grabs the hot waffles with bare fingers, the heat scorching him, in classic Yunho fashion.
“Five AM… ish.” Mingi answers, yawning and licking his lips. His eyes lock onto the plate of eggos that Yunho brings to the table, and before Yunho can even say ‘dig in’, Mingi is doing precisely that.
You watch as your sleepy friend bites into the waffle vigorously, at least his appetite seems to be good, and he definitely has the energy of a hungry shark now. You note the way his frame has shrunken slightly, even though it’s hidden by the large duvet that’s still wrapped around his shoulders.
You know these two haven't been eating great since lock down, but what the hell does Yunho feed him? Exclusively ramen?
You’re here now. Your suitcase in the corner and everything. And you are ready to get all of you back on track.
Yunho is doing well, all things considered, he even has a steady job delivering food on his bike. You think being outside clears his head and keeps him sane, you wonder what could be a Mingi equivalent.
“Maybe we should make this breakfast more... substantial.” You say, standing to go search for peanut butter, or avocados, or something you could add to the plain eggo to make it more fatty-
“I like them this way.” Mingi argues, mouth half full of eggo while his fingers absentmindedly rip his food into little bite sized chunks.
You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch your friend munch on his plain ass eggo. “Fine, but I need to go grocery shopping later. You guys have, like, no food.”
You and Yunho have already discussed this, but you’re hoping Mingi will volunteer to go with you. And you’re relieved when he does. He recommends his company begrudgingly, with a mouth still half filled with eggo, but he agrees to go with you, especially when Yunho reminds him that he can choose which snacks to buy.
“And wear some real clothes.” Yunho says as he moves to the living room in the small apartment, still able to talk to you and Mingi in the kitchen there.
“This is real clothes.” Mingi responds, discarding his duvet to reveal the outfit underneath. He picks at his oversized hoodie, which (by the way it says TRACK) everyone realizes is Yunho’s, and shuffles his feet to make his grey sweatpants sway slightly around his legs.
“There are cute girls at the store.” Yunho states, narrowing in on impressing females as an incentive to dress well.
“And there’s a cute girl right here,” Mingi points to you, and you’re aware that his words are completely objective. He’s said on many occasions that he thinks you’re beautiful, as a best friend. “She still gets to see this outfit.”
“Come on Mingi,” you sigh, looping your arm with his, “let me dress you.”
“Only If I get to choose your outfit too.”
“Deal.”
You’d chosen his outfit out of his closet, and he’d likewise secretly concocted an outfit for you from your suitcase. Upon your big reveal to each other, it turned out you’d both chosen overalls, hell, you had both even chosen purple sweaters!
Mingi looks cute as you walk through the grocery store. His sweater is fuzzy and lavender coloured, blue overalls half falling off his boney shoulder. A chrome silver bucket hat hides his hair, and although his face is half covered in a mask, you can still tell he’s beautiful underneath.
He’s opted for contacts - the baby blue surgical mask fogs up his glasses - and it’s interesting to see your best friend without his signature frames, which he’s been wearing pretty much non stop since the outbreak. Now that he’s not going out much, contacts feel like a hassle, and his eyes are more sensitive to them after months of low use- so he goes out as infrequently as possible.
Maybe it’s cyclical, Mingi knows that much, but he can’t manage to get himself out of this whole mess, doesn’t know what ‘normal’ even looks like anymore.
But you’re here now, and look! Two hours in, and you already have him up and about. Hell, he’s even laughing with you in the ice cream aisle when you pull out a tub of Mint Chocolate Ice-cream to talk about the insanely hard core debates of being pro or anti the flavour… only to smack you with long sweater paws because he’s a huge fan of the flavour and you should know this as one of his best friends.
The store is almost empty, which is nice. Mingi doesn’t like seeing people nowadays. He likes it that you’re the only living person in the aisle with him, so he can focus his attention fully on you and not be constantly weary of the closeness of others and a contagion that gives him nightmares.
You’re his little sunshine, bounding around the store as he follows, a man starved for your light.
Yunho’s jaw drops when he sees lunch. He hasn’t seen this much food in- well, when was the last time he was even allowed to go see his mom?
It’s not that Yunho hasn’t tried to cook, he has- it’s just... he and Mingi can’t cook to save their lives. In fact, Yunho’s pretty sure Mingi nearly killed him by giving him food poisoning from a raw piece of chicken he’d given him by accident one time. Yunho had been half way through the rice bowl before he realized the meat wasn’t fully cooked.
“You made all of this?” he asks.
How long had he been in his room working out for?
You nod, linking your arm with the man next to you and leaning your head against a soft shoulder, “Mingi helped!”
“He did?” Yunho’s eyes narrow suspiciously at the food as he circles the kitchen counter, hesitantly reaching for a plate.
“He chopped things.” You clarify.
Mingi had tried to help for a while... he’d almost chopped off a finger and you’d side lined him- but Yunho doesn’t have to know that.
You all sit down to eat. You’re used to cooking for these two, and you enjoy watching them. They eat like dogs... which is somewhat endearing. Mingi all but drools on the food and Yunho looks like he wants to lick his plate once he’s done with the chow mein- but it just tells you they truly like your food.
Yunho had invited you to live with them indefinitely. He said you could stay in his room, or he’d figure something out, if it meant Mingi cheered up. And you would all have people to be with for the Christmas holiday. Neither man had accepted your offer to pay rent during your time here, but you’ll be damned if you don’t help cook or clean when you can.
“What do you two want to do tonight?” Yunho asks when he sets his plate down on the table, it’s surface scraped clean. He lets out a sigh and kicks his feet out to rest them on your lap oboxiously, hands moving behind his head. You immediately tickle his heel and Yunho yelps a little, moving away from you with a glare as Mingi grins at your antics.
“Movie.” Mingi says, answering Yunho’s question.
“Disney? Or Ghibli?” You ask, beginning to clear the table as Mingi finishes his food, pushing a piece of broccoli around his plate. Yunho joins you at the sink a moment later, and he allows you and Mingi to decide on a movie while he gets to washing dishes.
Totoro is chosen due to its, quote, “feel good vibez”, and you find yourself cuddled into Mingi’s side, fighting with two large hands for space in the popcorn bowl in Mingi’s lap.
You can feel that Mingi has lost weight as you press to his side, and you kind of miss his lil belly. You cuddle against him and he leans on Yunho, who gives you a look that says ‘how the fuck did I end up being at the bottom of this pile’ but he gives in and allows it.
You’re not sure when you fall asleep, or when Mingi does, all you know, is that you do- because you wake up some time later, on the couch in Mingi’s arms, and Yunho is nowhere to be seen.
Mingi hasn’t slept this well in ages. You’re so warm, and you smell so nice. Mingi misses the days where this was acceptable. But you’ve both been single for so long, so there’s no pesky jealous significant others to care, besides, the world could end tomorrow-
Mingi reminds himself not to think this way, his therapist told him to anchor himself when he gets like this. He focuses on the warmth of your body and could easily doze off again-
You shift and Mingi releases his hold on you, as if shocked by your movement. You turn over to look at him, “You okay?” you ask, equally frazzled by his sudden motion and jumpiness.
“Yeah, you?”
“I’m good.” You roll to look forward again, and a moment later, his arm wraps around you, securing you to his chest once more. He takes a deep breath, the warmth of it fanning over your neck and tickling you after he exhales.
It’s winter break, and although Yunho works when he wants to, you don’t really have anything you have to do, which means you have all the time in the world to relax.
You reach for the remote and get more comfortable in Mingi’s embrace, settling back against him tighter, eager for the warmth his body provides.
Mingi is a little surprised that you’re so comfortable cuddling with him.
There was one time, in first year, where you’d been cuddling and he’d gotten a stiffie- it had been accidental, he’d assured you, but, well, you must be over it, he supposes.
You’re one of his best friends, but he doesn’t get super touchy with you- or at least, he hadn’t before Covid, but if there’s one thing the ‘panini’ has taught him, it’s that he adores human contact.
Maybe you do too.
“Where do you remember to?” you ask, eyes scanning scenes as you skip through the movie to find where you’d left off before falling asleep.
Mingi shrugs behind you, letting out a deep sigh and a yawn that warps his words in a way that brings a smile to your face, “I don't know.”
You make a sound to signify you’re thinking hard, and then you start the movie at the fifteen minute mark, there’s no harm in rewatching if it brings you joy.
Mingi laughs a little at your choice, and you settle under the covers again now that the time’s been decided on- Yunho must have brought you both a blanket? You don’t remember this comforter being over you the night before.
As the movie starts up, Mingi finds himself paying more attention to you than the movie. You're the perfect size for him, and he can see the screen over your head. It feels natural to watch this movie with you, you’ve been watching it since you were kids.
“Do you remember the totoro stuffie I got you for your seventh birthday?” You ask, seeming to have read his mind.
“Of course.” Mingi answers, “My mom still has it. I wanted to take it with me when we all moved for uni, but she said if I was leaving, Totoro had to stay for my bed.”
From the huskiness of his voice, you can tell he’s half asleep. You listen to the way he inhales, feel his chest expand behind you and then his breath teases your hair.
You watch the whole movie like this, leaving Yunho to his own morning devices. He pops up as the movie is ending, looking sleepy with his bed head sticking up all over the place. He comes to collapse onto the couch, forcing you and Mingi to move your feet to make room for him, then runs a hand through his messy locks.
“How did you two sleep?” he asks, pulling up the hood of his black hoodie so he can get comfortable in his corner of the couch, moving his arm across the back of the sofa as he stretches.
“Really good.” Mingi answers, still in a peaceful state as he cuddles you closer to his chest.
Yunho smiles as he watches the both of you. Of course your presence would flip a switch in his friend. The three of you have been close for years, and if there’s one thing Yunho has seen about your friendship with Mingi, it’s that you always, without fail, bring a smile to his face.
You’ve known Mingi longer than you’ve known Yunho, who had moved to your neighbourhood when he was twelve. You and Mingi had been hanging out and biking around your street one day when some highschoolers had singled Mingi out as a target. Yunho had come storming out of his yard, younger than the bullies, but still a force to be reckoned with, and from that day forth, he’d been an irreplaceable member of your little trio.
Although you and Mingi are always talking about the three of you as a ‘trio’ and as ‘the three musketeers’, sometimes Yunho still feels like the new kid on the block, watching two best friends wheel down the street without him, waiting for an opportunity to become needed and relevant.
He and Mingi share something that neither man will ever be able to have with you, Yunho supposes, and that’s the shared male experience. They can talk about girls and sex, they can drink and play video games, and be gross in front of each other- they can do all of these things-
But watching Mingi cuddle you close to his chest, Yunho thinks he’ll never be able to have that with you, because you’re Mingi’s… even though Yunho knows you’re technically not. He can’t shake the feeling that the two of you are soulmates, that it should be you living here with Mingi, not him.
He’d been shocked when Mingi asked him if he wanted to get a place together, but at the start of uni, Yunho thinks there may have been some discussion about you and Mingi having an apartment only for there to be negative parental opinions on co-ed habitation.
Now, you’re all nearly done university and there’s a global pandemic, so co-ed habitation had been a necessary speed bump towards Mingi’s recovery, one you were all willing to drive over at full speed, parents be damned.
“What are you thinking about?” Your voice distracts the sleepy man at the end of the couch, and your foot pushes at his thigh.
“Nothing. Just thinking.”
“Sure.” You say sarcastically, but you don’t push him, instead turning your attention back to the movie.
You’re all quite sleepy still, and the grey sky outside doesn’t help with the sombre mood. You think today will be a nice lazy day, although, you suppose most days are when you can’t really leave the house much. Halfway through the movie Yunho’s phone lets out a familiar notification noise, a noise that belongs to only one app: tinder.
Your eyes shift to your own phone, turned off and sitting on the coffee table just out of reach. You wonder if you’ve had any tinder messages- although, do you really care? It’s not like you’re going to meet up with anyone on the app, however it feels nice to be wanted, especially when you’re in the presence of two men who are most definitely wanted, even needed.
Part of you hopes Yunho has better luck on tinder than you do, but another part of you hopes he doesn’t, because if he does, what will that mean for your bubble? What will that mean for you? Your trio couldn’t possibly fit another girl… a foursome- you grimace at the very thought of it.
You’ve all dated people at one time or another, but it’s never been during a global pandemic. It’s never been when things have felt at their most fragile.
You’re nearly done with your shower when the bathroom door opens. For a moment, you almost think your ears are playing tricks on you, but a second later, you hear the sink turn on and your body freezes under the hot water.
“Uh… Mingi?”
“Nah, it’s me.” Comes Yunho’s deep voice. “Just have to brush my teeth.”
A scratchy sound joins the noise of the shower, but besides that, neither of you speak. You stand, naked, and feeling more vulnerable than ever, in the shower while your friend brushes his teeth. Your heart is racing in your chest and you find yourself staring at the curtain, the flimsy piece of material hiding your nude form from Yunho.
You hear him spit, and then tap his toothbrush against the side of the sink, then he says, “thanks. I’m going for a run.”
The shower curtain rustles slightly when Yunho opens the door to the bathroom and disturbs the air, which has begun to feel stagnant and suffocating, and you listen carefully to the click of it shutting.
You wait, recollecting yourself. You turn to face the shower head and close your eyes, allowing the natural healing properties of water to wash over your body and calm your racing heart.
You’re living with Yunho and Mingi now, indefinitely, and you guess with one bathroom in the apartment, run-ins like this are inevitable. However, you’d not been prepared for it, and your body is reacting in a way that is as unexpected as Yunho’s sudden entry.
Your core feels tingly between your legs as water washes away any remnants of sin, any indicators your body put out that you were delighted by Yunho’s close proximity. But even the water can’t wash the memory of the feeling from your brain, and when you exit the shower and wipe the mirror, getting a good look at yourself, you can see that you’re flushed, skin heated from more than just the shower.
You swallow thickly, biting at your lip.
Thinking about Yunho and the way your body reacted to him is making it go into a frenzy all over again - or maybe you’re just a little anxious about this primal reaction - either way, your hand instinctively goes towards your core. Surely you have a few minutes-
Someone raps their knuckles hard against the door and your heart jumps in your chest, shame blossoming and bringing more heat to your skin, “Yes?” your voice cracks and you swallow again, pressing a hand to your forehead in annoyance at yourself.
“I gotta pee.” It’s Mingi this time, and you’re glad he had the decency to knock.
“I’ll be out in a sec.” You wrap your towel tightly around your body, giving yourself a once over and double checking to be sure your towel is secure before you head out of the bathroom.
Mingi is standing there in the skeleton onesie he’s been wearing for two days straight, and he almost blends into the darkness of the hallway, shocking you momentarily with his form.
He looks you up and down, lips parted, circular glasses slipping down his nose only to be readjusted. Then he’s stepping past you, into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and you’re heading to his room, where your suitcase and clothes are waiting.
When you reach Mingi’s door, the sound of the shower turning on effectively calms you down. Mingi’s busy and Yunho’s gone, which gives you complete privacy as you change in Mingi’s room, pulling on one of the many spare onesies he keeps in his closet. You settle on the pikachu one that’s missing a tail from the time your friend, Wooyoung, had lit it on fire at a party.
There’s nothing like two people wearing onesies to kill all the sexual tension that Covid has brought into your co-ed friendship.
Mingi’s groan slips out, and he slaps a wet hand over his mouth, sinking his teeth into his own lower lip as his other hand works his cock harder.
His toes curl in the water below, and Yunho’s words momentarily echo through his brain - ‘you’re so weird for liking to have warm feet when you cum’ he’d said fondly when he’d found Mingi plugs the drain of the tub when he showers for maximum comfort - and it causes Mingi to falter.
He’d been thinking about you this whole time, and Yunho’s voice is an intrusion in his fantasy- although it’s not an entirely unwelcome one, Mingi realizes with interest.
His hand remembers it’s task, thumb swiping expertly over his tip and making his toes curl again in the warm water below. Mingi breathes in the hot, saturated air - it’s laced with the smell of your shampoo from the shower you’d just taken - and Mingi is so overstimulated that he cums... with Yunho’s voice still on the periphery of his mind.
Outside the shower, the unique sound of a tinder notification cuts through Mingi’s panting and the spray of water.
The fact that he can’t get laid right now without disclosing it to your covid-bubble is infuriating- but Mingi never really responds to girls on tinder anyways.
The three of you are on a short walk when an ice cream truck catches everyone's attention. You and Mingi turn towards it like dogs after a ball, and Yunho is left scrambling for his wallet, because of course, you and Mingi are in onesies and never bring money, phones, or anything on evening walks now.
“Here,” Yunho says, handing a bill out to you and Mingi, “get me something with chocolate.” he instructs, grabbing Mingi’s arm, “put your mask up.” he reminds the younger man, who’s been getting more cocky (or perhaps just forgetful) with your presence.
Yunho’s sure he would have remembered to put the mask up, but with you, Mingi’s doe like innocence has returned, and Yunho can’t help but baby him a little more than is probably necessary.
Five minutes later, you and Mingi have returned, sporting matching treats, with a chocolate dipped cone for Yunho.
You continue your walk and Yunho doesn’t mind walking behind you and Mingi, who link arms and stand out like sore thumbs in your onesies in the middle of a nearly deserted campus. But Yunho supposes the few people that are here aren’t anyone to judge either, and you’ll all be graduating soon so it’s not like you have to win popularity points with people you see everyday…
Yunho misses life pre panini.
And while you and Mingi have grown in some aspects, like the ability to wear whatever you want on campus, you shrink back to anxious muffins who need your big protector for help the moment much social interaction is needed.
Yunho knows you can fend for yourself, but in your little pikachu onesie- well, he thinks you might be milking this whole thing just to use him, and not in a negative sense. Every time he steps up to do something manly, you get this look in your eye that a seasoned frat boy like Yunho knows like the back of his hand - despite the fact that he hasn’t been to a frat function or party in months.
It’s just starting to get dark out, and this is when you reach behind you for Yunho, who lets you link your arm with his as you get to the green space of your campus, where it’s a nice, short distance back to their apartment with lots of space for you to walk in a line of three like this.
You take a deep breath, “movie?”
“I’m in.” Mingi says, “but which one?”
“I don’t know, do we have a list?” You ask.
“I think you do on your phone.”
It’s a good three minutes of walking and fiddling with phones before someone produces a list, and only then do you ask what Yunho wants to do.
“I think I'm going to sleep early.” Yunho says.
“Oh.”
So far, every night has felt like a sleep over, but you suppose Yunho is the type to sleep early, so he’s been roughing his sleep schedule up quite a bit already to have spent these past few nights with you.
You and Mingi can’t decide on a movie the whole way home, and even when you get to the apartment, you can’t come to an agreement. Finally, you ask Yunho what he thinks, and he directs you in the exact right path, finding a happy medium for you and Mingi.
As Yunho retreats to his room, you can hear his phone dinging, a tinder notification, and his head dips down to read messages. When he gets to his door, you catch a nice glimpse of his side profile as he pushes it open, and you clearly see a smirk.
The door closes, and you try to get settled with Mingi, but all you can hear the whole movie is the dinging of Yunho receiving texts.
“I want popcorn.” Mingi groans, curling closer to your body and hiding his face in your neck.
“Me too.” you pout, lifting your eyes- to remember that Yunho’s side of the couch is empty, because he’s in his bedroom instead of here with you and Mingi watching Finding Nemo for the tenth time.
You’re used to having someone who’s ready to jump up and do anything to get out of a stationary position on the couch- Yunho’s been even more restless since gyms closed down when the pandemic started.
It feels weird to not have Yunho here, especially since he’s in the same apartment as you but is just choosing to be in his own room.
A tinder notification rings, but this time it’s not from Yunho, it’s from your own phone.
You’d redownloaded the app this afternoon and had forgotten all about it.
Mingi sits up, fixing his glasses as his eyes narrow in on your phone. He smirks, “do you have tinder?”
“Redownloaded it.” you respond, grabbing your phone to turn it on silent. “We can’t meet up with anyone. I just like the confidence boost.” you say smoothly, sitting up now that Mingi’s let you go. “Popcorn?”
“Actually I'm kind of tired.” Mingi admits, rubbing the back of his neck. He yawns a moment later.
“Okay, then go to sleep, I’m pretty tired too.”
Mingi smiles softly at you, pulling you in for a hug before he stands, his grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, which are exposed along with a sliver of pretty flesh when his shirt rides up with a stretching motion followed by a groan that has your legs squeezing together before you even register what you’re doing.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to notice, and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
You wait until he’s done before being the last to clean up for bed, and then you go to sleep on the couch. You’re just drifting off when someone’s phone dings from a tinder notification.
You take a deep breath and sigh.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Mingi-”
“Please?”
“Fine- just don’t say it like that.” You groan, handing your phone with tinder open to Mingi and grabbing his own so you can do some snooping.
Your best friend settles into the couch, his shoulder leaning against yours as he angles your phone towards you, “should we swipe?”
“Okay.” you get comfortable against him and he looks at the first dude’s image on the app.
“No.” he swipes immediately, “oops, no right?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah as in yes you liked him, or yeah as in yeah no?”
“Mingi let me swipe.” you grab your phone from him, “I’ll go slowly.” you promise.
The first three guys are all left swipes, no. And the forth one makes you both stop and shrug, giving him a right swipe, yes.
You do this for a few minutes and just when you’re about to turn off your phone, Mingi lets out a gasp.
Grinning up at you, is Yunho.
The first picture is Yunho on a busy street in New York. Mingi had taken it that time you’d all gone to America in summer after first year. In his black and white flannel, which had always been so cozy, Yunho was the focal point of the picture, and it made you smile immediately at the memory.
The second picture was taken by you the next summer, in Paris. It had been late, and the Eiffel tower had lit up. All of you had been a little drunk on a bottle of wine, due to the the fact that all you’d eaten all day was a single, fresh, warm baguette (which had sounded good in the morning at the bakery, but had since become cold… and been used as a sword in a sword fight on three separate occasions). Throwing up the peace sign, the flash had lit up Yunho’s cheeks, and you’d all laughed the night away.
The third picture has Mingi in it, which oddly enough, doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. You’d said something to make the pair laugh, and you’d caught Mingi with his mouth wide open as he’d all but fallen on the floor at your antics. Mingi looks beautiful in the picture, but you have to admire the way Yunho’s soft denim brings out his dark hair-
“There are no more pictures.” You voice your sadness when your swiping comes to an end. You immediately go for Yunho’s bio, which matches the minimalist picture choices and reads: ‘protective of my bubble but after covid… hikes, dogs, kins major, traveling.’
He has pretty people privilege, you think to yourself. He’s able to get away with a bad bio - well it’s not bad, but it’s sparse- because he’s so god damned cute.
Before you know what you’re doing, you’re hitting yes, and as Mingi erupts about your right swipe, your tinder screen lights up with the word ‘MATCH’, and Mingi all but launches himself off the couch.
“Shh!” you hush him, before you remember that Yunho’s gone this afternoon and won’t be home until he comes with dinner in about an hour. Which means you can be as loud about this as you want.
“You matched with Yunho!”
“Have you ever matched with people you know in real life?” you question quickly, trying to cover up the fact that your thumb had simply reacted on impulse and you’d forgotten for a moment that Yunho, as your friend, is off limits. But you can feel your skin heating with embarrassment- you hope Mingi doesn’t notice.
“Actually yeah.” Mingi sits down again, “that must be it.”
You can’t help the way your stomach falls at his words, so dismissive. You guess Yunho and Mingi have never talked about this- and you also guess Mingi has no reason - from any prior talks with Yunho - to suspect he’s interested in you.
“I always match with girls I know.” Mingi says, running a hand through his hair absentmindedly.
He has no idea he’s rubbing salt in your wound.
Yunho comes home with Chinese takeout. He always manages to get your favourite dish for each of you, and one thing you all enjoy so that you all have a good time eating together while watching your after dinner movie.
You and Mingi are both on edge about the tinder match, and when you all sit down, Yunho sighs deeply, “someone spit it out.”
“Spit what out.” Mingi asks innocently, adjusting on the carpet as he lifts his full plate to his chest level and digs in with chopsticks.
“Whatever is making you both look at me.” Yunho sets his food down and crosses his arms over his chest, the obvious statement being: i'm not eating until you talk.
You sigh. “Have you opened tinder recently?”
“This is about us matching.”
Yunho’s words ring in the air for a moment and Mingi puts his food down, taking a sip of water. This isn’t the type of conversation you eat through, and he knows it.
“We all have tinder.” Yunho points out. “Have you not matched with each other already?”
You both shake your heads, muttering excuses that make both of you a lot calmer. You’d both just not seen each other. Neither of you had wanted to ask. But it’s clear now and that’s-
“What if you had?” Yunho asks.
Mingi opens his mouth then closes it… then opens it again, “what do you even have tinder for?”
“To find someone to talk to until after covid.” Yunho responds smoothly.
“Until after covid.” Mingi rolls his eyes, the pessimistic, depressed side of him jumping out, “as if this will ever really end. Dating has changed now, forever! I need proof of vaccination-”
“Mingi-” you settle your hand on his arm, “things will be okay.”
“I don’t trust people.” Mingi states.
“You trust us.” you point out, gently poking his side, gently enough to have him squirming but able to get away if he wants.
“I do.”
“Why do you have tinder?” Yunho asks, nudging you with his knee, which you’d been leaning against on your seat next to Mingi on the floor.
“You know, one of my new online friends said ‘why get a boyfriend when you already have two’.” you admit, immediately regretting it and feeling your skin flush, fear of rejection bubbling in your gut.
“Which friend said that?” Yunho’s amused laugh makes you gnaw at your lip and you feel him sit up and lean over you, one large hand landing on your shoulder.
“The one-” your breath catches as Mingi’s fingers land on your leg, which is exposed today in little silk shorts because it has been warmer than usual in the apartment lately- or maybe that's just the presence of two huge furnace boys- you swear Mingi’s fingers leave warmth as they trail up your skin to where your shorts meet your upper thigh.
“We’re like you’re two boyfriends in almost every way… but what about the ways that count?” Mingi looks up at you with sparkly eyes, lips parted slightly. He looks so vulnerable. “You’d match with me on tinder right?”
“Of course-”
“I only trust you guys.” Mingi breathes again, looking at you and then up past your shoulder at Yunho, who pushes you forward with his leg, then he slides down to be sitting on the floor behind you, cradling your body with his as he relaxes back against the couch and you lean back against his strong body.
“So if all of us are looking for something on tinder, that we can’t possibly get on tinder, because we can only trust our own bubble, does it not make sense, for us to get that thing from each other? Whom we all trust?” Mingi’s pushing the coffee table away so he can kneel between your legs, his hands coming to touch you, only to be smacked away by Yunho. After that Mingi keeps his hands on his lap.
“We shouldn’t have let you practice debate with Wooyoung.” Yunho sighs behind you, his large chest making your mouth water when it expands with an inhale, “He and San took that class together in year one and now they have sugar mommies who fly them to Dubai-”
“Which is why they’re not in our bubble.” Mingi says, his hand reaching out to play with your ankle, fingers simply brushing your skin there, as gently as a butterfly’s kiss.
“It also helps that you live here.” Yunho says from behind you.
You watch Mingi practically eye fuck your bare skin - but he keeps his touch limited to your ankle, and you can’t help the words that bubble in your throat: “such a good boy waiting for permission.”
You know Mingi. And you know him enough to know this is right up his alley. You’ve spent the last few days watching him perk up at the slightest sound of admiration. Any compliment can make him smile, and this one- Mingi bites his bottom lip and shuffles closer.
“Do I take this as a yes?” Yunho asks from behind you. Funny how his voice has dipped and he’s turned the tables on you, taking control of the dom moment you’d created… in a way that gets you to verbalize consent. You think Yunho’s the absolute sweetest, sexiest, dom alive.
“Yes.” you breathe.
“Yes to what sorts of things?” Yunho’s hand suddenly comes to your throat, pulling you back with your head tipped to his shoulder. You feel his breath on your neck and you nearly moan, having to give all your control to Yunho by the way he dips you backward.
You can hardly speak already- so enraptured with the turn of events with your best friends. Yunho laughs against your ear and this prompts you to finally say, “you can be the dom. I like choking, spanking, size kink-” He presses you against his body, tilting your head back, and this time he presses a kiss to where your neck meets your shoulder, left bare by the loose fitting t shirt you’d stolen from Mingi’s closet that’s way too large for you.
“How about this, if it’s too much, say red. If you’ve never done it and want us to stop or take a breather, say yellow. Got it?”
It takes a moment, and a squeeze of your neck, for you to realize he wants you to say “got it.”
“From now on, I'll want verbal confirmation when I ask things. And princess?”
He relaxes his hold on you so you can turn in his embrace, resting a hand on his chest to steady yourself as you look up into those familiar dark eyes. “Yes?”
“It’s sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
Yunho grabs you with one strong hand cupping the back of your head and pulling your lips to his. The position is a little difficult, and a moment later you’re scrambling to straddle Yunho, trying not to break the kiss.
His lips taste like mint, and you suppose he chews on gum under his mask when he goes to grab food. Yunho’s tongue explores your mouth just the right amount, and when his fingers grasp your hair roughly to make you gasp- you’re all but losing it.
Yunho’s other hand is on your waist now, moving to the small of your back and then up against your bare skin while he sucks on your lower lip and makes you moan, hips moving - looking for friction- of their own accord.
“So desperate huh?” Yunho’s words are like a rush of cold water, and your eyes snap open. “Mingi’s going wild for you, look.” you realize he’s not talking about you, and your body floods with warmth again. “You both hate degradation and only enjoy praise, but it’s good for edging, sorry, it’s in my nature.” he tugs on your hair so you have to expose your neck to him and he lets his lips get close to you but not touching your skin, a form of teasing that has you wiggling in his grasp. “Are you okay with a little degradation for pay off later?”
“Holy shit- sir!” you stutter, remembering your manners, “where did you uh, where did you learn this?”
Yunho sighs and lets go of you, allowing you to fall into his lap again, and he turns you to face Mingi, but he keeps you enwrapped in a bear hug. “I was seeing this girl, our age, with her dom sugar daddy. He was like, 35.” Yunho brushes it off, and to be fair, you’re used to this kind of thing with Wooyoung and San around… or should you say in Dubai with their sugar mama. “Anyways, he taught me dom etiquette with her. We went to three bdsm clubs right before covid, and then when the pandemic hit, they moved back to his home city across the country, so here we are.”
“And you’ve been pent up for all this time, sir?” You can’t help but taunt your best friend, especially when you can’t see his face, but his squeeze reminds you of his size and how easy it would be for him to crush you.
You can’t help but squeak and Yunho grins, “yes, my little chew toy.”
The pet name is kind of shameful, but at the same time it’s cute, and you’re not quite sure what to feel about it as Yunho turns his attention from you to Mingi. “She makes such cute sounds, our little chew toy, doesn’t she Mingi-ah?”
Mingi nods fervently, shifting closer again, his fingers return to your ankles.
“See what other sounds she makes.” Yunho’s voice has dipped an octave, and that’s how you know this isn’t a request, it’s a command. Just as it looks like Mingi’s going to lunge at you, Yunho is lifting you up, “But first-” he says, “a bed is more comfy.”
You’re all still fully clothed, and when Yunho carries you over his shoulder towards his room, it’s almost familiar. In fact, he’s done this before, when you’d been drunk two new years ago in his living room and he’d carried you to sleep in his bed so he could make sure you were safe for the night (and he’d taken the floor despite your insistence there was room for him).
Now he’s going to make sure you’re safe in… other ways? You suppose if nothing else, you can chalk this up to being safe by staying within your bubble for sex, which is responsible. You’re setting a safety example in fact-
Yunho places you up near the headboard, and then he gets behind you, cradling your body again. His large hands slide down to your knees, which are tucked up slightly, and then they glide down your thighs to your silky shorts, “take these off for us?” he prompts.
“Yes, sir.”
“Let me.” Mingi’s voice chirps up from the foot of the bed, and you’re shocked he’s volunteering for anything- he has a new spark in his eye though, and it delights you, as do his fingers, which brush your abdomen and hook in your shorts. He looks up at you with those eyes that you adore, a silent question on his lips.
You lift your hips for him.
Within moments you're nude from the waist down, and Yunho secures you against his chest, putting his hand over your eyes and turning your world into darkness. “Focus on him, okay?” Yunho whispers, teeth tugging on your earlobe for a moment when you tilt your neck to present it to him.
“Okay sir.” you breathe.
Yunho’s hand remains firmly over your eyes, blocking everything else out.
You feel the bed dip between your legs, and a moment later, breath fans across your core, making you squirm in Yunho’s steady grasp.
“Mingi-ah!” you whine, enthralled by the neediness of your own voice- dumbification might be one of your kinks, and you’re halfway there. You realize, from Yunho smirking by your ear and relaxing behind you, that he’s left your mouth uncovered so your sounds can spur on Mingi, who, as he’s established, enjoys praise.
You grab at Yunho’s thighs, supporting yourself as Mingi pushes yours open to access your pussy.
Mingi’s hands squeeze your soft flesh and you bite on your lower lip, waiting anxiously for his first movement.
“Be nice to him.” Yunho suggests in your ear.
“Please Mingi-ah.” You pout and that’s all it takes for him to dive into your core with his tongue. His fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you held down, as you push up against his face, whimpers leaving your lips.
He feels so good- he has to be an oral god, you don’t think it’s this amazing just because you haven’t had sex in a long time. No, Mingi definitely knows what he’s doing, his tongue pressing into your entrance and curling in a way that you’ve never felt before.
You push your hips forward, eager for more, and you dig your nails into Yunho’s thighs, revelling in his massive form behind you and his hand still covering your eyes and making the whole experience more extreme. You can feel Mingi everywhere, his palms working your flesh as he pushes your legs up towards your chest.
You can feel the bed rocking slightly, and it’s not from you or Yunho, which means Mingi is humping the bed while he eats you out, and the idea brings a gush of wetness to your entrance. You moan loudly, reaching up to grab at Yunho’s hand, “I wanna see Mingi-ah.” you moan, “please sir?”
Yunho adheres to your request and light floods your vision. You blink, adjusting, and focus on Mingi, who looks up at you from between his legs.
Your slick is covering his lips and there’s a pretty wet spot on the tip of his nose. His eyes are glazed over and when you reach down to grab a fistfull of his soft hair, he groans, lids fluttering shut as his hips press to the bed again.
He’s so beautiful like this.
“If Mingi makes you cum, you’ll be good and return the favour right princess?” Yunho’s deep voice returns to your ear, his lips pressing to the sensitive skin of your neck and making a shiver run through your body.
You swallow thickly and nod, “yes sir.”
“Then he better hurry before he pops.” you can feel Yunho smirk against your skin, and your pussy flutters at the slight degradation of his words. Mingi lets out a whine that tells you he’s picked up on the rudeness too, and his fingers flex, digging his digits into your thighs to push them up against your chest again, his tongue diving back into your heat with a new enthusiasm.
Suddenly Yunho is grabbing your jaw, forcing you to turn so he can meet your lips. His fingers move to your throat and you gasp into the kiss, your orgasm building as Mingi works his tongue against you even harder.
When you cum, it’s like the first time you’ve cum in ages. Sure, you’ve made yourself orgasm during quarantine, but it’s never felt like this. Has anything ever felt like this? Your entire body is awash with warm pleasure, Yunho holding you firmly, releasing your throat and lips to leave you able to moan while Mingi’s tongue works you through your high, despite your attempts to thrash around in the Kinesiology major’s strong grasp.
You’re not sure how long you cum for, only that when you finally finish, you’re breathless and left gasping. Your eyes are shut and you lean back against Yunho, closing your legs when Mingi backs off. A little aftershock tingles through your body, making you shake, and Yunho chuckles behind you, warm hands smoothing up and down your arms.
“Ready for more?” His breath is hot against your neck and it lights the fire in you again. You open your eyes and nod, reaching out for Mingi who is quick to all but fall into your embrace, his lips molding against yours for the first time tonight.
He tastes like pussy, which is incredibly sexy given the fact that it’s yours. Mingi kisses you drunkenly, with just enough tongue for it to be fun sloppy without being too much, no, instead it betrays how needy he is for you.
One of Mingi’s hands finds your upper thigh and he pushes himself up against you, pressing you further into Yunho’s chest.
“Do you want him?” Yunho’s voice makes you mewl.
“Yes, sir.”
“Then do something about it.”
You reach for the waistband of Mingi’s sweatpants, fingers brushing over what must be the head of his cock as you do so. Mingi lets out a groan, rubbing his forehead against yours while he looks down at your hands, which work on getting him free of his confinements.
“Take your shirt off Gi.” you breathe, voice sounding heavy in the quiet of the room now that you’re taking off your best friend’s clothes.
“Oh, right.” He mutters to himself, adjusting on his knees so he can remove his shirt.
“Yunho?” You reach behind you for the man who’s yet to undress at all.
“I’ll wait.” Yunho assures you, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. He doesn't chastise you for not calling him sir, and you think it’s nice to have a small break in the scene to check in with each other. The man behind you is your best friend, even if he can slip into a scary hard dom degrader and edge lord mind frame when he wants to.
Instead of taking off any of his own clothes, Yunho removes your shirt, followed by your bra, making you fully naked for them both. His lips press soft kisses against your shoulder and he adjusts you to be sitting comfortably while Mingi gets between your legs again.
His eyes immediately fixate on your exposed tits, and Mingi licks his lips, he makes a whimpery sound and Yunho sighs behind you, “he has a bit of a nipple kink, that’s not going to be a problem is it?” Yunho’s voice is rich and smooth like chocolate behind you and you mewl in response, pushing your chest out.
“No, sir.”
“Good.” Yunho presses a kiss to your bare shoulder and then one of his large hands moves up to massage one of your free breasts, pinching your nipple roughly between two fingers. Mingi, meanwhile, latches his lips to your free boob, pressing slopping kisses to your skin and groping you with a large, warm palm.
His sweats are low on his hips and you can feel his hard cock just begging to slip free of it’s confinements every time he ruts against you while sucking on your tits. You grab at his soft hair, gasping and resting your head back against Yunho’s shoulder, able to feel your pussy nearly throbbing with excitement. “Mingi-ah!” you moan, feeling so desperately needy now that you’re this close to getting cock after how fucking long?
“Need you!” You tell him, pulling his face away from your chest by his hair and pressing a desperate kiss to his lips while your other hand slips between your bodies to shove at the waistband of his pants. Mingi helps you get them down just enough for his cock to be out, and then he holds himself up and aligns his length with your entrance.
“Fuck Gi, you’re so big.” you whine with delight, tingles of anticipation running over every inch of exposed skin.
Yunho is warm behind you, a solid thing holding you up. You both look down at Mingi when he finally pushes into your core, and the moan you let out is quickly eaten up by the man who is all but splitting you open as he pushes inch after inch after inch… after inch into you.
When his hips are flush to yours, your nails are digging into his shoulders and you’re all but gasping, legs nearly quivering at his sides. Mingi’s first thrust pushes you back against Yunho, and you can feel the delightful ridges of his chest with every snap of Mingi’s hips as he finds a nice pace and begins kissing you again with even more fervour than before.
Fingers press to your clit and even Mingi’s lips can’t stop the moan from escaping you as Yunho begins to work you up again, forcing your core to tighten and flutter around Mingi who lets out his own whimpers of appreciation.
Mingi pushes up to be on his knees, and each man seems to work in unison, grabbing a leg to hike you up and off the bed so you’re suspended by their strength right where Mingi wants you. Your hands find Yunho’s thighs, pressing down and keeping you steady while Mingi picks up the pace, the new angle causing him to drive into your gspot with nearly every thrust.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god-” is all you can say as your orgasm builds and builds and builds-
“Our little cock slut is desperate for another release Gi.” Yunho’s condescending tone returns and sends a shiver over your body, your toes curling at his words. “Should we give it to her?”
“Please sir?” you whimper, not sure if it’s your turn to talk or not, but also wanting to have at least some input. You’re so close to cumming, and your brain is so foggy from the endorphins rushing through you. You don’t mean to, not really, but you keep saying “please.” as you press kisses to Mingi’s face, hoping to spur him on.
Yunho’s fingers are still on your clit and he’s keeping you just on the edge, not giving you enough to make you cum, just enough to have you desperate for the orgasm that you know is going to be just as intense, if not more so, as your first.
“You two can cum.” Yunho’s words are enough for your body, and your pussy clamps down on Mingi’s cock just as Yunho’s fingers press harder to your clit, earning a wail from your lips as your core flutters over and over again with pleasure.
You feel suspended in space. Suspended between two big men, both of whom keep you up during your high. Mingi cums too you think, based on the way he smashes his face into your neck and sucks on the skin, muffled whimpering sounds reaching your ears and only prolonging the high.
When his hips finally come to a stop, Mingi kisses up to your face again, blinking at you cutely as he and Yunho set you back down on the bed. Mingi pulls his pants back up and flops down on his tummy next to you, tired. He smiles up at you with a hazy expression. You know you must look wrecked, and you can barely open your eyes as you try to catch your breath, still overcome by what just happened.
Yunho’s strong arms wrap around you again, thumb coming up to brush against your nipple and making you shiver, then his lips press to your bare shoulder, “how do you feel?”
You swallow thickly, “good, sir.”
Yunho chuckles against your skin, letting out a low humming sound. “Good girl always remembers her manners huh? Coming here, cooking for us, cleaning, encouraging walks. Good girls get rewards right?”
You let out a delighted moan in response, leaning back against the warmth of his body, “yes, sir.”
“So what movie do you want to watch princess?” a soft kiss to your shoulder again, and something like a splash of cold water against the face.
Your eyes open in confusion, and even Mingi is looking up again, tilting his head. “No movie, I want you, sir.” you state, unable to help the brattiness in your voice.
Yunho hums lowly, “another time.”
“Why?” Surprisingly it’s not you who asks, it’s Mingi, and he’s frowning at the man behind you.
You also turn in Yunho’s grasp until you’re sideways, legs resting on one of Yunho’s thighs, and you look up at him with big eyes, waiting.
Yunho stays quiet for a few moments. “I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret later.” he finally states.
Now it’s your turn to be quiet. You and Mingi exchange a glance of confusion before both of you look up at Yunho again, then you’re both talking at once: “anything we’ll regret?” Mingi asks as you say “as if we would ever regret-”
Yunho’s hand falls over your mouth, shutting you both up effectively even though Mingi doesn’t have to be quiet as you do.
“What if you two start dating?” Yunho’s question rings in your ears. “You’ve always been a good pair, don’t you think it’s possible that you might want to be together and then this whole thing would be weird if you let me fuck you?”
You lick at Yunho’s hand and he groans, removing it from your mouth. Now that you’re able to speak, you sit up quickly, adjusting to be on your knees between Yunho’s legs, facing him directly as you cup his face, “Yunho. We’re the three musketeers, emphasis on three. I don’t think either Mingi or I came into this thinking you saw us as a ‘pair’.”
“You really think we don’t need you too?” Mingi asks, also in disbelief.
“After all this time, after all the years, and you still think me and Mingi are a pair and you’re just what? An outsider?”
Yunho refuses to answer, in fact, he looks down, only to realize you’re still fully naked and his eyes are directly on your tits, so then he sighs and moves his gaze to the ceiling, groaning loudly.
“Yunho.” you grab at his jaw, “you’re part of this too. But I'm not going to do anything you don’t want to do, I’m going to need verbal-”
“Oh so you’re the dom now, huh?” Yunho suddenly grabs your wrists, easily bringing them to your abdomen and pinning them there with one hand while he mirrors your earlier motion of pinching at your chin.
“I want to take care of you.” You tell him honestly.
Yunho’s lips part, sternness leaving his expression as he stares at you.
Then he looks down at Mingi, who sits up a little, tilting his head as he watches.
“You’re not going to be jealous?”
“How could I ever be jealous?!” Mingi seems almost offended, “it’s always been the three of us, like she said.”
Yunho presses his lips firmly together as if he’s thinking, then he says: “okay.” and smashes his lips to yours. You kiss him back with immediacy, heart hurting at his indirect admittance of feeling like an outsider in your trio. You’ll prove to him that he belongs. And now that you think of it, you honestly can’t imagine a life without him and Mingi in it. You simply can’t, and you’ll have to prove it to him.
When Yunho lifts you and all but tosses you onto your side, sandwiching you between his body at your front and Mingi’s behind you, you realize that you have very little choice in positions, so instead, you put all your brain power into making each kiss emotionally expressive. Each kiss is a confession of love, and now, you realize Mingi’s had been as well, even if you hadn’t known it at the time.
Yunho is, and always has been, the spark in your friendship. He’s the one that gets things in motion, whether it’s inviting you to come stay with them, or choosing the movie when you and Mingi are at a loss. Yunho’s the third puzzle piece that makes your trio work, and without him, you know you and Mingi would be lost. How could he possibly think you and Mingi would choose a life without him?
Mingi cuddles in behind you, his breath fanning over your bare back as Yunho hikes your leg higher on his waist, kissing you roughly. Then the soft boy behind you is reaching past your own body, tugging at Yunho’s shirt as if to say ‘take this shit off you doorknob’.
Yunho adheres to Mingi’s silent request and you watch with delight as his beautiful body is revealed to you. The man behind you cuddles closer against your back when Yunho lays flat to lift his hips off the bed and wiggle out of his pants before turning to you and readjusting, putting your leg over his waist to line himself up for you.
“Are you sure?” Yunho asks.
You’re not sure if it’s you or Mingi who moves, but either way, you’re pushed forward onto Yunho’s cock, sheathing him in your core and earning groans from everyone, even the man behind you, who is simply ecstatic to be in this position.
Mingi’s hand reaches and somehow finds your nipple, pinching and making you moan as Yunho kisses you, thrusting into you even at this odd, sideways angle.
He’s moving slowly, but you don’t mind. The position isn’t fabulous for sex, but it allows for a closeness that you don’t know you’d be able to find in some other positions. Reaching behind you, you can tug at Mingi’s hair while he pinches at your nipple and begins sucking on your neck, and Yunho’s tight grip on your waist as he thrusts up into you feels wonderful, his cock stretching you deliciously.
Moans are leaving all of your lips uncensored now. You’re just three bodies moving in unison, hands everywhere, lips kissing whatever skin they can reach, and it feels wonderful. Yunho even reaches past you, grabbing at Mingi and pulling him closer to effectively squish you between their massive bodies, sending a shiver of delight running from your head to your toes.
“You look so pretty like this,” Yunho tells you, “your lips all puffy from kissing your best friends.”
“From kissing her boyfriends.” Mingi whispers behind you, making warmth surge through your chest. You can’t help the smile that appears on your face at his words, and Yunho sees it. He sees the genuine way you light up at the idea of having both of them. There’s not a moment's pause to reconsider having both, but instead, an immediate acceptance.
Yunho feels like a fool for ever thinking he didn’t belong. You and Mingi may have a different kind of relationship, but that doesn’t mean it’s more valid. In fact, thrusting up into you, watching your face contort with pleasure, Yunho realizes that he’d neglected to account for all the ways your relationship with him differs from yours with Mingi.
Sure, Mingi and you have your things in common and like to watch movies and be cute together. But Yunho is your caregiver and you’re his little princess, his partner. You’d been the only person he could call when he saw Mingi going down hill- Mingi, his other best friend, and in many ways, his other half.
Yunho’s fingers dig into the flesh of your waist and he presses his forehead against yours, groaning, “fuck, I’m close.”
“Me too.”
“Me three.” comes Mingi’s soft admittance, and Yunho stifles a laugh. He’d been able to feel Mingi rutting against your ass from the way your body had moved from each thrust, but for Mingi to be this close to the edge from just rubbing against your bum? Yunho thinks it’s adorable, and he also thinks he could be in the exact same situation if the roles were reversed.
Something about this just feels so natural, the three of you a flurry of hands and kisses and groans as you all get closer and closer to the peak of pleasure.
It’s Mingi who cums first, and he whimpers out a “fuck, I love you guys.” as his grip tightens on your chest, squeezing you tight as he ruts roughly against your ass.
His words are enough to drag both you and Yunho over the edge as well, joining in on the sinful gasps and whimpers filling the room as Yunho and Mingi’s combined thrusting makes the entire bed rock in the weirdest way. You can only cling to Yunho’s shoulders as waves of pleasure slam into your body, held between your two big, strong, best friends.
When they both stop moving, you stay pressed between them, your fingers brushing over the familiar scar on Yunho’s shoulder from a frat party in third year when a few of the guys had decided to brand themselves with hot coke can tabs, you’d told him not to do it at the time, but now you look back at that night fondly… even if it did lead to 8 frat guys having matching coke can tab brand scars on various places on their bodies (Mingi’s is on his ankle).
You’ve been through so much with these two and you can’t possibly imagine continuing without one of them.
“Someone has to say they love me back.” Mingi’s voice pulls you from your daydream as he presses his cheek into your bare back, getting cuddly despite the fact that you know his sweatpants are covered in cum, and now that you think about it, you’re getting sticky between your legs as time passes, Yunho having slipped out of you already.
“I love you Mingi-ah.” you say softly, reaching behind you to grab for his hair, then you pet him, smiling as you blink at Yunho, “and I love you Yunho.”
“You’re both going to be the death of me.” Yunho laughs, his cheeks reddening in the most endearing way.
“Actually we’re being super covid safe.” Mingi mumbles behind you, and this time you’re the one who chuckles at him. He’s making jokes… they’re still covid related, but they’re jokes nonetheless, and that’s a good thing.
As the three of you cuddle, happy and content, for the first real time since the pandemic started, Mingi is able to take a deep breath. This feels right. Every fibre of his being is at peace, his mind blank, body simply enjoying the feeling of you and Yunho instead of screaming at him to be weary of germs and covid and people and-
Yunho’s fingers brush Mingi’s shoulder and he lets out a soft groan, cuddling closer to your back.
Some days, Mingi doesn’t want to get out of bed. And if this is what bed is going to be like from now on, maybe he never will again…
“We should go shower.” your voice cuts through his happy trance and Mingi wants to groan from laziness, only to realize, ‘wait, we can shower together’ and his mood perks up again.
Okay, maybe he won’t spend all day in bed anymore. As long as he has you and Yunho, Mingi realizes he doesn’t need his duvet cocoon, because right now, he’s enveloped in the warmth of two bodies that love him. And that’s just about all he’s ever needed in his whole life.
I hope you guys enjoyed Yungi! they’re so soft :( one of my favourite duo’s to write without a doubt :) if you liked this fic, i have a similar (but different) Yungi Covid fic called 8th Grade, read it here :)
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