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hxnnielk · 1 year ago

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Phases

Phase Three; When He Sees Me

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 7.6k

Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue never met Jisung and Minho.

☆ﾟcan be read as stand alone

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung, mxfxm, mxm, dom!jisung, sub!minho, switch!femreader, mutual masturbation, use of toys, anal, oral, mentions of handcuffing, nicknames (kitty, pup), piv, uprotected sex (be smart), cream pie, cum eating, dumbification, can't think of anything else but lmk if there should be hehehehe

Phase Two ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Three ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟPhase Four

It felt too good to be true. Everything was too good to be true and yet, it was happening. When someone describes perfect relationships, there’s always the little voice in the back of your head that says “no relationship is that perfect.” But yours is. It is that perfect.

Granted, there’s still minor little squabbles, but that’s inevitable and nothing a few deep breaths couldn’t fix. After all, Jisung and Minho are still your best friends, and they were before you were ever dating both of them.

The only difficulty was going public with it, or even going out in public without looking strange. You told yourself it was nothing different than when you were all just friends, you were still glued to one another just the same, only now you could hold their hands and kiss them and make them pay for your girly little drinks without feeling bad because you all practically lived together now.

Minho’s place was big enough– minus the bed, that was something the three of you have yet to agree on. Minho likes the mattress a bit on the firmer side, Jisung more cushioned, while you couldn’t care less because it’s not like you have room for yourself anyways being constantly squished between them. They loved keeping you in the middle and making you sweat to death because of how much heat they both give off. It doesn’t help that they don’t like to sleep with clothes on, either. Jisung is the biggest sleep cuddler you’ve ever met, he refuses to let you go even if you’re all buried in piles of blankets. Minho doesn’t mind it either way, he just requests that you let him hold you until you fall asleep and he gets a kiss as soon as he wakes up.

Your friends didn’t even realize there was anything different going on, they were oblivious to the way you’d linger on Minho’s arm a little tighter, or how Jisung would keep his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Either that or they didn’t want to say anything, but it didn’t matter, everything was good.

The threesome Jisung so desperately longed for hadn’t happened quite yet as per your unspoken request. The whole relationship still took getting used to, you weren’t ready for the sexual aspect of it until you could feel grounded in the emotional part. Shower time was just that– showering. That didn’t mean you didn’t have sex. Oh no, that was far from the truth. Minho’s apartment was christened from the balcony all the way to the hallway just outside the door by all three of you in one way or another. It was like most of Jisung’s horny dreams were beginning to come true the day you came home in the middle of their bedroom romp, asking if you would like to sit in and watch as Jisung tortured him with the same purple dildo that had been the catalyst for their initial romantic relationship. It all came around full circle and the younger was ecstatic.

From then on, it had been slow to incorporate three bodies in the bedroom aside from sleeping. It started with watching, one of the three of you while the other two had their fun. Then it was instructing, usually Jisung telling one of you what to do, or if it was Minho watching, he wasn’t allowed to touch himself– but that was generally just a punishment. It was on special occasion that you just watched, even rarer that Jisung let you boss them both around because even though he knew he was in charge at the moment, you held the final say as to what goes and what doesn’t. He got off on it, and Minho got off on the fact that you had enough power to control Jisung. What a pairing it made.

Next, a few torturous weeks later, came the toys. There was the dildo that started it all, double sided in all its glory, then a few cock rings of different shapes and functions, bottles of different lubes, you even indulged Minho in buying handcuffs because he mentioned one time that he’d had a dreamed he was cuffed to a chair with you smiling in his face and he woke up hard as a rock. That was a night Jisung definitely enjoyed, in particular, getting to watch.

It’s where you were now, taking advantage of the experimental state your relationship was in and having a blast doing so. There have been boundaries pushed to brinks and you loved every bit of it, more than a few nights ending in tears (both good and bad) and it only brought the three of you closer.

Tonight in particular was a hard one for you, things had been stressful at work and it was getting more and more draining to keep your own apartment in good condition, not to mention having to go back and forth between there, Minho’s, and even Jisung’s place. Things were just mixing together in an exhausting whirlwind and all you wanted was a relaxing night.

Did you have your relaxing night? Sort of.

No one was home when you got to Minho’s, which was a little out of the ordinary but nothing to be alarmed about. The spare key Minho gave you let you in without a problem, able to drop your belongings and finally let out a deep breath. You wished that at least one of them was home to greet you, you could’ve really done with a kiss and a snuggle. Maybe if they had told you they wouldn’t be here, you would’ve taken your time back at your own apartment seeing as the house felt too big for just you. You appreciated Minho always keeping the place tidy, but it stressed you out with how clean it truly was. Without Jisung there to be making a mess and Minho telling him off for getting crumbs everywhere, were you really home?

How you longed for a good, tight hug, so much so that you sent them a text in your trio’s group chat.

<< when are u guys coming home? ://

butt muncher (ji) >> changbin needs male moral support. might be back late

butt munched (min) >> stuck at work

butt munched (min) >> what did u need?

<< a hug

butt muncher (ji) >> don’t say that ur gonna make me wanna leave this guy in a puddle of his tears all alone :(

butt munched (min) >> why’s he crying?

butt muncher (ji) >> idk something about stubbing his toe on a bedframe that he doesn't know how to put together

<< i suppose that’s more important :(

butt muncher (ji) >> well now i feel bad

butt munched (min) >> u should

<< u should

butt munched (min) >> i’ll be home as soon as i can. eat my leftovers in the fridge until i get back

You sent back a heart, getting two more back in response, and trudging to the fridge for Minho’s supposed leftovers. You appreciated him allowing you to eat it, he always loved day-after food, said sometimes it tasted better than eating it the day of. It was a lovely surprise to see that it was also one of your favorite meals that he cooks, clearly stashed away after dinner last night for his midnight snack. Did you feel a little guilty? Maybe, but he did say that you could have it.

Popping it in the microwave for a bit, you took a look around the spacious apartment with your hands on your hips. Maybe being alone for the night won’t be so bad. You could watch a movie, take a bath, have a little “me time,” and finally have the bed all for yourself.

Have the bed all for yourself?

Well, that idea just turned the tide on your lonely night.

Of course you loved your boyfriends and how skilled they were in bed, they made you feel like no one else could. But sometimes it was nice to have some one-on-one time with just you and a good ol’ vibrator. It would be quick, you told yourself. So quick and just enough to keep you satisfied until whoever came home first and you’d be ready to jump their bones as soon as they stepped through the door.

Stepping out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, you looked for the box of toys kept hidden in Minho’s closet. No one ever really came over, but on the occasion that someone did, none of you could be too careful. It was a bit of a difficult decision to choose what to use, in the time it took you the microwave had beeped to finish but you couldn’t care less, no longer hungry for food.

The toy you chose was meant to be for one of the boys, a vibrating cock ring seeing as your own vibrator was back at your place, but it should do. The speed at which you stripped would’ve been laughable if you weren’t so suddenly desperate for a quick bust. Your arousal came as quickly as it did when you were with Minho or Jisung, hoping that you could work yourself up to the high just as fast as if it was one of them touching you.

Laid out in the middle of the bed, bare back against the mattress, you were too needy to bother teasing yourself, immediately turning the toy on and pressing it into your clit. In the beginning it felt as though it just might do the job, falling into the pleasurable feeling from the get go. However, something was missing. It wasn’t the vibration itself, that was rather nice, but you craved to be filled, hole clenching and unclenching with an annoyingly dull ache screaming for attention. You ignored it for as long as you could stand, telling yourself that you could do just as good of a job until it became too much and reached for the box again to pull out the bright purple toy.

In all honesty, you’ve been waiting to use this one for yourself. It had always been reserved for Minho seeing as it was his and the first one in the box, but you figured he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it for a bit.

It didn’t need any lubing up, you made yourself wet enough for it to easily slip through your folds and begin pressing one end of the double sided dildo into your entrance. The slight stretch and the steady pace of the vibrating ring made your head fall back, eventually pushing the toy further in. Knees up and eyes closed, you imagined your boyfriends were here with you, shirtless and handsome, kissing and touching one another but somehow their hands were all over you. It wasn’t far from reality, but not close either. You wished that they were here instead of just in your imagination. You could practically hear their lips colliding and smacking against skin on skin, hear their moans as they devoured each other and you got to watch them rile each other up. Jisung would have control over Minho with his hands in the older’s hair, tugging him down onto his knees and making him undo his belt. Minho would be so obedient, looking over at you with his big, watery eyes that craved your approval to continue.

The fantasy itself was wonderful, you could’ve gotten off on that alone if it wasn’t for the ache in your arms overriding the pleasurable thought. Your hand holding the vibrator felt like it was going numb while the other plunging the dildo in and out was growing tired. Was it always this difficult to masturbate? You thought you’d only been stuck in the fantasy for a few mere minutes, but sweat dripped down your forehead and neck, it must’ve been much longer than that.

You tried again, forgetting about the vibrating ring and tossing it aside to focus on fulfilling the need within your walls. Desperate, you used both hands to move the dildo quicker. You were trying so hard that you began moaning out of frustration thinking that you were getting somewhere, only for the heat in your gut to simmer out because maintaining a rhythm was getting physically too strenuous.

Just as you were about to give it another go and speed up, the bedroom door was being opened before you’d even noticed anyone came home. Caught with the dildo in your pussy, red in the face from embarrassment and frustration– more the latter than the former– you didn’t even bother trying to cover up your sweaty body, instead groaning out and thanking the heavens that someone was here.

Unsure if he wanted to be dumbfounded or pleasantly surprised, Minho leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, raking his eyes over your entire body. It took a minute of pondering, but a smile broke out on his face, which only made you whine out louder.

“I thought you just wanted a hug.” The smugness in his tone was infuriating.

“Help me,” you whimpered with pouted lips and grabby hands.

Minho amused you, how could he not? This was the first time you were ever begging for him and he loved it. Immediately stripping off his shirt and pants, Minho climbed between your legs with his cock already straining in his boxers. As soon as you could you pulled him into a needy, breathless kiss covered in spit and tongues lathering one another’s skin, hips pushing into one another desperate for attention. He reached between your bodies for your clit, rubbing soft circles into it that made you mewl and clench around the toy. It was already a different level of satisfaction for someone else to be touching rather than yourself. What ever made you think you needed to act alone when you had two more than willing boyfriends to do the task for you?

You felt more than desperate, the word was too weak to describe the feeling, nails clawing at Minho’s shoulders, chest, and back, crying into his mouth and rutting into his fingers so uncaring about how he was painfully throbbing just watching you. It wasn’t enough but you couldn’t have possibly been closer in that moment. To make matters worse, he pulled away.

“If I help you, will you help me?”

Was he really trying to bargain with you right now?

But then again, what position were you in to say no?

Nodding quickly, you whined again as stepped back a second to take off his boxers and let his erection spring free. He was truly just as crave-driven as you were, red tip leaking to make a mess on his abdomen already. You watched as he stepped around the side of the bed for the lubrication and your eyebrows raised with curiosity.

“Baby, I love you and I will absolutely peg you in the future but for fucks sake, right now please–”

“Give me a minute. Impatient puppy,” he murmured the last part and you almost wanted to snap back at him, but it was rather hard when you couldn’t get the ache to go away. The neediness was overpowering your dominating side over him and Minho knew it. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to decline your request. “If you stop complaining and help me, you’ll get what you want faster.” He held out the lube bottle to you, giving you a choice.

Of course you took it, but not without a huff and a, “pretty kitty’s gone fucking feral.” Minho smiled at that.

You pulled the dildo away and sat on your knees to be leveled with where he stood at the side of the bed and pull him into another fevered kiss. With his hands cupping your cheeks, you could slyly pour the lube onto your fingers and rub it warm. As Minho became gentler, held you softer, you wrapped around his torso to tug him in tight. He didn’t realize you’d lubed up your fingers and gasped into your mouth when he felt you pull his ass cheeks apart and trace around the area with slipper digits. Instinctively his knee bent and plants onto the bed to make more room, smiling into the kiss as you circled his hole. Unable to keep kissing you, he guided your face towards his neck and breathed out, “this isn’t what I had planned for tonight but— fuck, do that again.”

The pad of your finger pressed into his pulsing hole, not breaking the surface but just applying pressure into and upwards. Minho squirmed and moaned lightly. “In, please.”

You complied, pushing your middle finger past the entrance and keeping a firm grip on his ass, so tight that your fronts were crushed together and your breaths moved in sync.

You wanted to say that he was tight, which he was, but somehow your finger fit perfectly without resistance. “You played by yourself already today, didn’t you? Already worked open for us.” The whisper in his ear made him shiver along with you just barely prodding at his prostate.

“Hnghhh— had some free time this morning before work.” You massaged him just a bit longer until he relaxed more and let his hands roam your body, eventually pulling your hand away. “Lay down,” Minho instructed.

Did he always boss you around like this?

Quirking an eyebrow, you did as told and laid on your back again. Watching him with extreme interest when he picked up the dildo already wet on one end, he poured some lube onto the other and spread it around, using the excess around his ass. Minho looked down at you, at the dildo, then back to you, “wanna share?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He chuckled and joined you on the bed, crawling to come face to face with your cunt and sucking your clit into his mouth for a second, then placing a soft kiss to it just after and making you gush a little more.

Minho lifted your one leg to bend as he sat in front of you, slotting himself beneath and draping the other leg over yours in a scissoring position. With enough space between the two of you, he pushed one end of the dildo into you, making you sit up on your elbows and moan. He watched every expression you made, drank in every whimper and savored how tightly you clenched around the toy.

He pumped the toy in and out of you for a little, just playing with you as you resisted the urge to kick up for more. But you wanted more, so, so badly. You reached for his arm and raked your nails over the top of his hand hard enough to leave red streaks into his skin.

He himself had had enough. Leaning back, Minho got comfortable and positioned the other end of the dildo at his hole. You were almost in a trance how easily it slipped in, glistening and wet with lube. The moan he let out was even more enthralling. You’ve heard him and seen him like this before, stuffed full of the toy or of your other boyfriend, but this was different, it felt different. This was a mutual need and desire that made you both utterly stupid to satisfy.

You moved slow, pushing your hips forward at the same time he did but just a beat behind, not going faster until it was obvious the toy wouldn’t fall out of either of you. And when you did pick up speed, it was like straight out of a porno, the unadulterated, raw bliss covering both your faces. Thighs rubbed against one another, he didn’t mind when you propped yourself up on his relaxed leg to reach the dildo deeper into you, seeing as he did the same to you.

It escalated just as quick, your bodies unconsciously pulled closer like a magnet to the point that the quick pushing and pulling of your hips made you slam against one another, entirely unhinged in your mimicked movements. Minho looked like he was battling whether or not to cum, as were you but you were generally better at hiding it. Though, he bit his lip again and it seemed hard enough to draw blood. When it fell from between his teeth you couldn’t help but pull him in by the neck for a sloppy, sweaty kiss. You could feel the perspiration on his chest and down his arms, probably both worked up and exhausted.

Minho was growing more and more rowdy with his vocalizations and his movements, unable to slow down or make a coherent sentence, and it hadn’t even been that long since he came home. Cock bouncing against his abdomen just looked so cute, you couldn’t help scooting a little closer so the bottoms of your core touched his balls, dildo nudging your sweet spot as you did, and reaching out to take him in hand. His entire body shuddered for a moment upon feeling the warmth of your palm, though dry, still pleasurable. Precum dripped between your fingers and made the glide a bit smoother, the moans he let out, how animalistic and primal Minho moved for the feeling of both the dildo and your hand was arousing all by itself, you could feel the pressure building in your belly.

Then he found the strength to thumb at your clit and your voice jumped three octaves. You hadn’t expected that he would’ve done so and weren’t going to complain in the slightest at how light his touch was, it was just enough. The sudden warmth of his digit to your nerves made your body clench and eyes roll back as the orgasm hit you, Minho grazing his thumb in figure eights to prolong the feeling while your hand locked in a ring around his cock. He was always great at multitasking, somehow still fucking himself on the dildo, into your hand, and keeping weight to your clit. You’d managed to regain enough consciousness towards the tail end of your high to lean in to kiss him right after shouting his name. That was what got him to cum, hearing you scream for him. Just as your lips met, he came hard into your hand, spluttering all over his chest and tummy and moaning into your mouth.

The comedown made you feel weightless aside from the gentle plush of his lips on yours. As you both took the time to catch your breaths with your sweaty foreheads leaning on one another, Minho tangled his hands into your hair, unable to keep off of you. Looking at him through your lashes, you blindly felt around his stomach for the warm wetness, taking a dab onto your finger and bringing it to your lips to taste. His mouth dropped slightly and immediately kissed you again, tongue plunging into you and licking himself from your tastebuds.

Amidst the filthy kiss, the voice of a third party made you jump to hide in his arms out of surprise.

“I wish I recorded that to show you how slutty you both looked. God damn.”

Jisung stood leaning the doorway the way Minho did earlier– they really were the same. He had already begun taking off his shirt and pants and slowly making his way over to the two of you. “Hope I’m not too late. Mind if I join?” He said softly, placing his hands on both your heads and gently petting.

Another round of adrenaline shot through you, shooting up and letting the toy slip out of you to jump into Jisung’s arms and crash your lips into his. Now you felt complete, chest to chest with Jisung and his mouth ravaging yours, and Minho at your behind massaging your ass until it was his turn for a smooch. As Jisung ran up and down your body, he found Minho’s hand and covered it with his to press both their hands into your flesh.

“Hey baby,” the younger chuckled against you, smiling into another peck before pulling away to give a greeting kiss to Minho. “Hey my bigger baby– ouch!” Minho had pinched his skin at the nickname.

Jisung looked you both up and down, thoroughly impressed you were even conscious. The toy was still lodged inside Minho and there was a wet stain where you had previously been. Smirking, Jisung stole the toy from between his legs and held it up, “this thing has seen some things, hasn’t it?” And tossed it to the side.

You couldn’t help how sexy he looked, hair disheveled and abs toned like gods, you jumped onto Jisung again and pulled him further into the bed to join. He fell into the kiss deeper when Minho came around his backside to lick lines across the back of his neck. Jisung laughed into your mouth when you palmed his already hard cock through his boxers, “you both just came and still want more?” The two of you moaned in unison, “yes.”

“You’re so lucky I’ve missed you today,” Jisung bit your lip before pulling away to crane his head back and bring Minho in for another sloppy makeout. As their tongues swirled around one another– you almost got distracted by how tightly Jisung’s grip was on the brunette’s hair– you gently bit down his chest, gliding over his nipples with your lips and tugging his boxers down. The bounce of his dick against his lower stomach had your mouth dropping to catch the tip in your mouth, sucking and toying with the slit by tracing it with the tip of your tongue. Jisung moaned into his mouth, loud and unfiltered, keeping your eyes open to watch them both and reach between their bodies for Minho’s cock as well. He was growing hard again in your palm and it was fascinating to feel, even more rewarding when he started rutting into you again.

Their mouths broke apart with a string of saliva still connecting their tongues, both looking down to you working Jisung up further with a mixed look of lust and pure infatuation. Just from their gazes alone you felt the warmth of their adoration fill your chest, like even they could tell that all they needed was a you-shaped piece to finish the puzzle.

Just your mouth on Jisung, Minho in one hand, with your free one you reached down between your legs to lightly press into your clit. Already it was more satisfying than however long it took you to even begin to build an orgasm when it was just yourself. Minho bit into the back of Jisung’s shoulder and cupped his hand over yours, squeezing tighter. His eyes were big and watery and somehow still so desperate no matter how much you gave him. Honestly, it wasn’t far off from the expression you held as well. You felt like melting under the pressure of their stares, so vastly different in attitude that you weren’t sure who to reciprocate. The only reason you held Minho’s gaze longer was because he was verbally whimpering and almost tugging you forward in a needy attempt at finding a second high.

But before he could do so, Jisung pulled you up by your hair and shoved you back onto the bed roughly, Minho whimpering from the loss of contact. Not entirely unexpected, but still surprised you nonetheless, you groaned when he stole your hand from your core and put the wet digits into his mouth. “Sweet pup, what do you want today? Just say it and I’ll give it to you.”

Jisung was being uncharacteristically kind for his bedroom presence, it made you raise an unconvinced eyebrow. “If you don’t tell me, you get nothing. One time offer.”

That sounded promising. You looked them both up and down, lingering a bit where their dicks hung heavy, Jisung knowing he’ll get his in the end so he didn’t rush you whereas Minho was slowly stroking with his lip between his teeth. They both looked at you like absolute dogs, wanting, needing, desiring something warm and wet to fuck into until they got their fill. You love them both equally and love how easily they can both satiate your craving, but something about the way Minho seemed incredibly more desperate for you made you reach for him.

Jisung laughed sort of evilly, like he already had a plan devised in his head because sure enough, he did.

“I was hoping I’d get to try this out soon. Go on, pretty kitty, give our princess what she wants. If you don’t mind, I’ll take my share, too.”

You felt exceptionally weak at the moment, needing the intimacy from them both and grabbing Jisung’s hand before he could slip away. “Don’t leave,” you almost cried, suddenly emotional now that you’d had them both in front of you, so vulnerable.

The lust disappeared for a second to be replaced by concern as Jisung examined your expression. “‘M not going anywhere, princess,” you crumbled a little at the name and it made him smile. “You’re ours, remember?” Jisung lifted your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss and electricity ran from your fingertips to your toes.

But that only lasted for a few seconds as Minho took over your view, already ravaging your chest and up to your mouth to smother you. “Bring her here,” you heard Jisung say and felt the bed move, you were being dragged towards the edge.

Minho stayed on top of you, tracing his hands up and down your body like he couldn’t get enough, which was true. He’s had you more times than he could count and yet, he wanted more. With his tongue in your mouth, he hiked your legs around his waist and let his cock tap over your mound. Jisung lingered over his shoulder, tilting his head like a cat as Minho bit into your neck. “Are you sure you want us both, baby?” His tone was caring. You nodded as best as you could while trying to stop from rutting into the man on top of you– failing miserably.

To your other unoccupied side, Jisung kissed your cheek. “Do you mind if I use our kitty, too, pup?” With a shake of your head, no, Jisung gave a few loving pats to Minho’s ass, “go on then, kitty. Give the pretty princess what she deserves and you’ll get something special, too.”

Jisung laid next to you on his side, head perched in his hand and brushing the matted hair from your forehead. He kissed your lips, then tugged Minho’s hair to kiss his as well. The three of you were so close that the corners of their mouths brushed over yours and it made you even more excited. Minho blindly took his cock into hand and found your entrance with ease, gently pushing into you. You moaned loudly at the sensation, feeling entirely too full for your own good.

Both of your boyfriends followed up with groans of their own upon hearing you. “How does it feel, baby? Does our kitty make you feel good?” You nodded. “Use your words, princess.”

“So good, so big,” you managed to say. The blonde chuckled and ran his hand up and down Minho’s back.

“I know he is. What about you, kitty? Aren’t you gonna praise our princess? She’s had such a hard day, begging us to come home and fuck her.”

“Warm– wet, fucking tight,” he was growing incoherent, those four words the only thing to come out of his mouth that wasn’t a mewl.

“Mhm, she has such a good pussy, doesn’t she. Made for us.”

Minho was slow to thrust in and out of you, both your bodies tired and overstimulated in the best of ways. But it meant he was losing stamina, not because he didn’t have it physically, but all his energy was going into keeping a straight-ish mind and not blowing before being allowed. Lewd, soft wetness filled the dead space within the bedroom and it felt like Minho’s slow grind was going on for hours. Not that you were complaining, he was just too excited for his own good so any faster and he’d have to tap out.

Your cries for more seemed to have awoken Jisung from his trance of just watching yours and Minho’s bodies rubbing against one another. He got off the bed to stand behind Minho, looking down at you while the older hid his face in your neck. Jisung broke eye contact to look down at Minho’s spread cheeks, clearly playing with his ass by how Minho was now a whining mess. “You know how to treat our princess so well, kitty, already made her cum once. But, I don’t think you’re fucking her quite right.”

Your eyebrows furrowed up at the blonde, while it didn’t seem Minho was even listening, still fucking you slow and steady.

Jisung pumped himself and aligned himself with Minho’s hole, keeping his eyes on your face as he did. “Don’t worry, pup. I’ll teach him to fuck you properly.”

Minho definitely wasn’t listening, he didn’t register Jisung even speaking until he was being filled with cock. The loudest, highest pitched cry you’d ever heard forced itself from Minho’s mouth, stilling in your pussy as Jisung sheathed himself entirely. You could feel the length in your walls pulsing and throbbing along with Minho’s grip around you tightening. Even if nothing new was being done to you, it felt like your body’s nerves had increased tenfold in sensitivity as Jisung’s eyes rolled back and Minho shuddered in your hold. You clenched and fluttered around him with a newfound feeling taking over every inch of your body.

Gripping the other boy’s hips bruisingly hard, Jisung experimentally pulled his hips away and thrust back in, causing Minho to violently shiver. But the boy in the middle pushed into you again, as deep as he could go as if to get away from the intense pleasure, except he had nowhere to escape. Forwards, there was you, a hot, sloppy hole to fill. Backwards, a hard cock that awaited to fill him. Minho felt nothing but sickeningly severe euphoria, like he might pass out.

He didn’t, thankfully. Instead, he chose to give in to the bliss and attempt to fuck himself backwards on Jisung’s cock, then slam into you on the downstroke. You gushed with arousal everytime he pulled out knowing that he must’ve felt on cloud nine, you could’ve felt it yourself as well just looking at him. But Minho’s thrusts began to grow lazy in little to no time. Taking it upon himself to further prove his point, Jisung sent one hard pound into Minho, forcing the elder to harshly sink into you like a domino effect.

Jisung’s chuckle rang in your ears, amused by both your whiney groans. You didn’t realize you had reached up behind Minho for Jisung, wanting to hold him as well. The blonde smiled fondly down at you and hitched your legs up so your ankles caged him in, too. Taking your one hand, he rested them on the outside of your thigh with a strong grip, his other steadying on Minho’s hip. Jisung first guided Minho back and forward until he physically couldn’t restrain himself anymore, eventually pushing Minho to lay completely on you and cock nestled into your deepest parts. You could feel his tip just nudging your g-spot, so close that it made your eyes screw tight. Then, Jisung pulled back and began thrusting into the man sandwiched between your bodies, hard. Every time their skin clapped together, it sent Minho’s length sinking impossibly further into your pussy and ramming into your sweet spot. “See that, Min? This is how our princess deserves to be fucked every day. Nice and satisfied, hm?”

You could proudly say you saw stars at this point, but then that’d leave room for Minho to say he saw god because he was drooling all over your chest, eyes rolled back and body almost limp above you. The hand that wasn’t holding Jisung’s pushed Minho’s bangs back from his forehead, gently coercing him back down to earth to look at you for a bouncy, messy kiss.

You were forcing yourself not to let the knot snap, you’d only just begun, you told yourself. Except it had been hours since you’d actually gotten naked, it’s only just in the past twenty minutes did both your lovers finally get their dicks wet. Jisung could see it written all over your face, reading you like a book. “Wanna cum already, princess? That’s fine, see if our kitty can handle it.”

It was easy to give in and let the warmth overtake your body, blinded by white light and the warmth of Minho’s seed filling your belly at the same time. Even just a tighter than normal clench set him off, the quick, rough rhythm of Jisung’s thrusts prolonging your orgasm and tightly gripping your boyfriend’s length within you. The two of you were a crying, sweaty, jelly-bodied mess below Jisung, who continued to chase his high. You held his hand with an iron grip to stay semi-grounded, he squeezed back and it was like he fell in love all over again watching you try to keep your eyes on him.

By the time you were able to feel your toes again, Minho was on the verge of passing out and Jisung was finally reaching his end. The blonde pulled out and rushed to kneel beside your head, sighing as you immediately took him in your mouth to suck him to completion. The bitter salty taste spreading over your tongue made you sigh, clenching onto Minho’s tired body to keep him from falling over.

Looking up at Jisung through your lashes, he stroked your cheek with hearts in his eyes, shuddering a little as you swallowed with his tip still in your mouth. “You two are…” he started, letting go of his cock still in your mouth and petting both your heads, “incredible.”

Minho mumbled into your skin, keening at the feeling of hands in his hair. It was his favorite thing, you just had to contribute and rake your nails over his scalp. You were just enjoying the weight of his dick on your tongue, but Jisung grew overly sensitive, pulling away and running to grab things to clean you up with.

It seemed as though he didn’t want to pull out as Minho let his cock grow flaccid within you and snuggled into your neck. You could feel his lips place a kiss every now and then until your other boyfriend returned and eventually beckoned him to lay beside you, not without a wince as he let himself fall from your sore cunt.

“You both must feel on top of the world, hm?” Jisung joked, guiding your legs to the side to gently wipe your core, then doing the same to Minho. You could only laugh in response as Minho reached for you to hold again. You let him, of course, and Jisung wanted to kiss the breath from both your lungs. “So cute,” he whispered and pecked your foreheads.

The blonde wandered away again as you and Minho tangled your limbs together, sleepy and cuddly. Before you could entirely succumb to the tiredness, you called out for Jisung again. He reappeared with water and a straw for you to sip, grateful that you were coherent and conscious. “Sleep, princess,” he stroked your hair back, crawling in behind you and squishing you between their overly warm bodies, letting sleep finally taking over you.

You had awoken long before either of the men in your bed did, seeing as the sun was barely breaking the horizon and filling the bedroom with morning light. To your left, Jisung was snoring away with his legs tangled between yours, Minho on your right and still fast asleep with his head nuzzled between your breasts. Everyone was cramped together, of course, but you had mastered the skill of getting up without awakening either of your boyfriends.

First course of action was to use the bathroom and attempt to take a shower, though that didn’t go very well to plan because your body was so sore. Next was breakfast, or at least lunch depending on what time they decided to wake up.

The only problem was Minho, not so much of a shock, kept a refrigerator full of ingredients, not quick meals. There lies the issue because you refused to cook so early in the morning. Thankfully, there was a coffee shop not so far down the street that had wonderful breakfast bagels that would still be good even if they woke up later in the afternoon. That seemed like the most logical option, perhaps Minho didn’t want you burning down his kitchen anytime soon.

With a borrowed hoodie and sweats, you grabbed your phone and wallet and headed out for an early morning stroll to get food.

There was almost no one out on the streets just yet, but you thanked the heavens this place was open for the early birds. You were gone for maybe twenty minutes and was on your way back when your phone rang in your pocket, text after text flooding your notifications so quickly you had to stop walking to read it.

butt muncher (ji) >> did you really just fuck us and leave us??

butt muncher (ji) >> real classy

butt muncher (ji) >> hope the dick was worth it

butt muncher (ji) >> are we just pieces of meat to you??

butt muncher (ji) >> i am not an object

butt muncher (ji) >> is that how you see me?

butt muncher (ji) >> i gave u my heart, gave u everything

butt muncher (ji) >> what did i do wrong?

butt muncher (ji) >> i miss u

butt muncher (ji) >> pls come back i didn't mean it

You rolled your eyes and took a picture of the breakfast bag then hit send.

butt muncher (ji) >> hurry back darling :3

The force Jisung put behind his hug when you opened the door almost sent you toppling back into the hallway. He planted a big, wet kiss on your cheek and stole the bag from your hands and started rummaging through it before even getting to the table. “Good morning to you, too,” you grumbled, closing the door behind you.

“‘M still mad at you,” his mouth was full of the breakfast bagel, eyes sleepily closing as he chewed.

You gave him a kiss on the forehead, wrapping your arms around his waist from the back and giving him a tight hug, “I know you are. I’m sorry for leaving to feed my starving babies. I’m the worst girlfriend in the world.”

Jisung was pinned between you and the counter, managing to turn around and drape his arms over his shoulders with the bagel still in hand. “Not the wooorst. This is pretty yummy.” When you tried to turn your head to catch a bite, he snatched it away quickly, “you have your own,” and took another munch.

He didn’t let you go even when you tried to wiggle loose, keeping the food close by to keep you against his chest as he ate. As you were blindly looking for your own bagel, you heard another pair of footsteps stumbling closer. Minho was suddenly pressing his chest to your back and squishing you between them in a snuggly hug. You had finally felt the bagel and pulled it out of the bag when Minho greeted you with a kiss, then Jisung before he stole the bagel from your hand with his teeth and immediately ran away with your food.

You couldn’t even be upset as he flopped onto his back on the couch and began chewing with his eyes closed as well. They were both exhausted and barely conscious enough to feed themselves.

“This is really good,” Minho said with his mouth full.

“Can I eat mine now?”

“No,” Jisung said and squeezed you tighter, “you stay here. Wanna hold you.”

Sighing, protesting wasn’t an option when he felt so warm against you. “Will you at least share?”

“No,” Jisung held the bagel down for you to nibble. The bite was savory and delightful until he tugged it away and spun you around, picking you up and walking back into the bedroom then tossing you on the bed. He walked away and came back a few moments later with the bagel hanging from his mouth and Minho on his back, eyes drowsy and chewing slowly on his own. The older didn’t protest to being thrown down next to you, laying on his back instantly.

As Jisung maneuvered you to lay on Minho’s chest, he took the other’s bagel and placed both on the bedside table so he could take your spot, he whispered, “please don’t leave us like that again.”

“I came back, didn’t I?”

“And with food,” Minho’s chest rumbled below you.

Jisung didn’t seem convinced, suddenly more interested in you than the food. Though Minho couldn't tell with his eyes still closed, you could see that Jisung just needed a little reassurance. You brushed his hair from his forehead while he snuggled into Minho’s side, draping an arm over your back and getting as close as possible.

“We still need a bigger bed,” you looked into Jisung’s eyes as you spoke, keeping your hand softly raking through his hair.

“A bigger bed means you’ll be further away from me.”

Minho softly snored beneath you. “No, you’d never let me stay too far. Yours.” You took your hand back to kiss your fingertips, then placing it against his lips to kiss as well. Jisung smiled, grateful. His eyes shut again once you smoothed the furrow from his brow, falling victim to the morning nap and following Minho’s snoring rhythm with his own.

A/N: I've decided to continue with this series!! however future chapters may not be as long, there will definitely be stuff worth reading so I hope you all look forward to it! as usual, leave some feedback, give it a quick reblog maybe or even feel free to scream in my inbox heheh

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Hi hi, just a little Misung x reader time, imagine Minho x mc who are already a couple and live with roommate Jisung.. who they had caught fucking himself on a dildo and using a fleshligh at the same while moaning their names 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ when he thought they were out in a date 👋👋

Of Course You've Got to Help Him Out!

You don't barge in on him, afraid he would panic, but you and Minho took a mental note of it. (And of course, you two fucked like rabbits later that night to the thought of Jisung)

It started when Jisung and Minho were at home while you were out shopping (all according to plan) and Minho was extra cuddly with Jisung, making the younger sweat. He would do things like grip the man's bicep and compliment him on his physique or started a tickle fight that had them wrestling around on the couch.

You happened to walk in when Minho had Jisung between his legs on the couch and was massaging his shoulders. You bit your lip when you heard his hums of appreciation. You then composed your facial expression and walked the rest of the way in. Jisung's eyes were shut and his head was lolled to the side, but his brows were turned in and he held his lower lip between his teeth.

Minho smiled at you mischievously and you returned the look. To bring Jisung back to Earth, you plopped your keys down on the entryway table with a loud *chink*! His eyes flew open and he stood up at the speed of lightning from in between his hyung's legs.

"K-kitten! I didn't hear you walk in!" You couldn't hold back your crooked smile at seeing the man so flustered. However, before he could escape, Minho grabbed him by the waist and forced him back down in front of him to continue. "Hyuuung!" Jisung whined while trying to escape.

"It's okay, Hannie. I want Min to help you feel good." You said as you walked over to them. Jisung looked apprehensive but suddenly moaned when Minho began his ministrations again. He sucked his lips in and blushed furiously, but couldn't compose himself from his hyung's expert hands.

You pinched your mouth tight to keep from smiling as you placed your shopping bag down on the coffee table. "Hanji?" He hummed in response as his eyes fluttered close from a particularly pleasurable spot on his neck that Minho found. You used the opportunity to pull out the one item of clothing you went shopping for. "Do you think you could try this on for me?"

He slowly opened his eyes to see you holding up a completely sheer/see-through shirt that was long-sleeved and black. His eyes widened.

"I saw this and instantly thought it would look good on you."

"But you can see through it!" He said, taking the silky material from your hands.

"Wear it with that sexy black vest you showed me." Minho said in his ear and the younger man's eyes fluttered.

"Pleeease Sungie!" You said as you got on your knees in front of him and pouted your lip up at him, your hands finding purchase on the top of his thighs.

He exhaled a shaky breath as he gazed down at you. "...Yeah. Yeah, okay..." He said in almost a whisper. Again, before he could move, Minho started pulling up his shirt. "H-hyung!" He said, trying to reach Minho's hands to stop him. You eagerly also pulled on the front of his shirt to rid him of it, scooting closer so that you were in between his legs now. "Wha-? Wait!" He said as he involuntarily laughed at the unexpected interaction.

"What's the big deal? I've already seen you shirtless Hannie." You said as you accidentally ran your hands over his abs and pecs as you rid him of his shirt. (And my word, the man is made of satin)

"Oh, you know what, kitten?" You hummed in response after the shirt was finally discarded. You already knew what he was going to say, but you tilted your head in question anyway, not retreating from in between your roommate's legs. Minho propped his chin up on Jisung's shoulder to look down at you. "Before he tries that on, can I massage him a bit more? There are some trickier places I couldn't quite get before because of his top."

"Of course! Actually, I know he's been working his chest and abs a lot too. How about you massage the back and I'll massage the front?"

"You have a beautiful brain, babe." You smiled up at your boyfriend and used Jisung's knees to pull yourself up and against him to give your boyfriend a chaste kiss over his shoulder. When you stood up, Jisung had the widest eyes and looked completely flustered.

"I'll go get some lotion, be right back!" You ran into your room and grabbed some massage oil before returning to your spot on the ground between his legs, even if he did seem a bit shy about it.

"Just relax Hannie." Minho purred as he manually rolled the younger one's shoulders back. You and Minho rubbed some oil into your hands and Minho went straight to work oiling the boy up.

You, however, looked up into his eyes from hooded lashes and then slowly glided your hands up from the hem of his pants (which did a horrible job at hiding his bulge) and traveled all the way up to meet where Minho had oiled up his shoulders.

Han let out a shaky breath when you ran your hands back down to his waistband. "You're so tense, Hannie..." You said in a velvety tone.

"Y-yeah..."You watched in hunger as you saw his Adam's apple bob from his dry swallow.

Your hands kneaded into his abs and Minho did the same to his arms. "Let me help you out, kitten." Minho's hands suddenly circled under the boy's arms and around to grope and squeeze the boy's pecs, making the younger gasp.

"Mmm, thank you, jagi. I think we need to focus on the front right now anyway..." You said to Minho, staring straight into Jisung's eyes all the while.

You continued your ministrations and watched as your boyfriend pulled the other back against his chest and started mapping out Jisung's pecs thoroughly. It was when Minho focused on the nipples that Jisung started squirming. "Guys..." Jisung breathed.

"Shhh... relax, jagi..." Minho whispered in Han's ear, feeling the younger's nipples quickly hardening.

"Jisungie?" The man's attention was brought back to your sickly sweet voice. Your hands began massaging lower. "Why are you feeling more tense, baby?"

His breath shuttered. "I.... I... I--"

"Can I help you out, handsome?" You've crossed that threshold and you were going to do it with flair. Your hand drifted down to his obvious boner in his jeans and added pressure. "Both of us?"

Jisung involuntarily threw his head back on Minho's shoulder with a groan. "We've been dying to get our hands on you, jagi. Let us do this for you." Minho growled in his ear, followed by a wet kiss on the boy's jaw.

Jisung's eyes were turned inward in pleasure as you continued to palm him when he looked down at you again. You took a risk and pulled yourself closer so you could lick a strip up his abs, damn the massage oil.

"Oh, god..." He breathed. You continued to palm him as Minho kissed along his neck in waiting. He waited for any trace of reluctance, and then ultimately nodded his head. "Y-yes. Yes, please..."

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