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Nov 26, 2025

three’s company — smg & yjh ⭑.ᐟ

⭑ bf!mingi x gf!reader x bestie!yunho ⭑ it finally happened... and then it happened again... and again... until lines are blurred and everything feels a little heavier than it was supposed to. ⭑ sex, lots of it! p in v, oral (m&f), mxm, praise, degradation, bondage tape, restraining, choking, slapping, sex not working lol, idk if there's anything else if i forgot anything don't hesitate to let me know!!! ⭑ part two of three / wc 31.3k ⭑ — put me in the middle!! this took me awhile i'm sorry hahaha but i am super in love with them and i hope you are too! thank you for reading and thank you so, so, SO much for all the love on part one!!

Seven thirty.

Two heavy knocks at the door, knuckles of long, pink-tipped fingers, followed by the subtle wheeze of it opening, then a soft sound of a tarnished, gold latch locking.

“I’m here,” he calls out, his voice smooth as always, the sound of his shoes against hardwood moving through your entryway giving you and Mingi zero time to mentally prepare. You meet his gaze from one end of the hallway to another, watching as your boyfriend’s eyes widen, how his feet pivot too quickly to face your living room.

He’s here. Perfectly on time.

You scurry into your bedroom, throwing the last bit of laundry in your hamper, packing it hastily in your closet. The last twenty-four hours were nothing but preparation, which was all useless, anyhow. Yunho has seen every inch of your apartment at every different stage– Messy, clean, laundry day, when he had made the mess himself.

Tonight was different. After days of talking about it with Mingi, which was just the same conversation nearly verbatim over and over, you’d decided that for sure this was what you wanted. Opening the door, letting Yunho in, allowing him to show you things you’d been spending over a month researching, practicing, exploring.

You never needed to talk about it in the first place. Both of you had made your decision a week ago, with one of Yunho’s hands on your hips and the other on Mingi’s jaw, his spit drying on your bottom lip and inside of your boyfriend’s mouth. Yunho was a pipe dream, but the answer to all your prayers.

Yunho was a necessity.

Someone you’ve known for years whom you love and trust, someone you would do anything for, is now fulfilling the biggest favor you had ever asked in your entire life.

You took a deep breath in the mirror above your vanity, moving stray pieces of hair out of your face, adjusting your fitted tee to meet the hem of Mingi’s boxers around your waist. Adrenaline sparked at your fingertips as you padded into the living room on socked feet, wearing the biggest close-mouthed smile you could muster despite the blood rushing to your ears.

With the smell of warm vanilla in your nose and a muted orange coating the room, it felt like you were enveloping yourself in a tight hug as you entered the open space. You had thoroughly set yourself up for comfort, knowing yourself, knowing Mingi, tonight was something bigger than either of you had ever experienced.

You were nervous, no doubt, but so fucking excited. You haven’t been with anyone besides Mingi in years, you could barely remember a time before Mingi, and now you were displaying yourself so openly, in such a delicate position for someone else. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach, threatening to escape through your locked jaw.

“…San’s house can fit all of us easily. It’s huge,” You caught the tail end of Mingi’s sentence as you crossed the living room, the two already in conversation, sitting on opposite sides of the space. Mingi was dressed as he was every other night, sweat shorts and a big tee, as if this was just another movie night.

You took your spot next to your boyfriend, knees tucked up to your chest, tongue in your cheek, fully aware of your heart in your chest. You pushed your eyebrows high to ask, “What’d I miss?”

“Talking about the beach trip,” Mingi quickly replied, then looked back to Yunho, “How long did he say? Thursday to Sunday?”

Yunho nods, “Yeah, I already took off work so I’m definitely in.”

Your lips scrunched to the side, mind already going one hundred miles per hour. They spoke so casually, as if your plans weren’t even happening, as if this truly was just another movie night. You couldn’t decide if that fed you comfort or if you should check the pulse point in your wrist, you didn’t want to think about the beach trip, what might change between now and then. What if tonight went poorly? Would you be the same after? Would you have to avoid Yunho during the long weekend at San’s beach house?

You filled your lungs with vanilla scented air, reminding yourself that you and Mingi talked about this already. Mingi reassured you that no matter what happened tonight, Yunho will still be your friend.

You prayed he was right.

“I’m excited that Wooyoung is coming,” you added, a forced, bright smile on your face, forcing the thoughts out of your mind. He was coming back to your state for the occasion, already taking off from work despite just starting his new job. A very Wooyoung thing to do.

“Not Sana?” Yunho teased, a lopsided grin playing on his lips, and you finally took him in as he sank further into His Spot. Silver hair swept across his forehead, his hands laid flat on his thighs, knees spread, shoulders squared, even in a hoodie and sweats he looked polished, self-assured. Dominant.

Your excitement returned.

“Definitely not Sana,” you said through a breath as the thoughts sank in, eyes everywhere but on his. Your head was elsewhere, distracted, anticipation sitting heavy in your spine.

Yunho finally called mid-week, wondering if you had changed your mind, asking if he could make good on his promise. You and Mingi couldn’t agree fast enough. He laughed at how eager you sounded, his voice velvety over the phone, slipping into that tone he’s only used on you on one occasion, but was already something you craved.

Now sitting across from him, waiting, making small talk as a preface for what’s to come, your body felt tight, like arousal was bottled up inside you, begging to be released.

It’s not like you and Mingi haven’t fucked, either.

Last week when Yunho left it was like a dam had broken inside your boyfriend, as if all of his fears disappeared. The jealousy you at one point wished he could feel, act on, had shown itself so clearly you could still feel it between your thighs. He had fucked you within an inch of your life, harder than he ever has in the years you’ve been together, that night was primal. All laying claim and taking back what had been given to another, Mingi’s hands had left every spot Yunho touched raw.

You loved every fucking second of it. And he did, too.

It turned him on as much as it pissed him off, to see you with someone else, to see you enjoying it as much as you did. But after getting it out of his system, he still wanted tonight, wanted to see you with him, wanted to feel Yunho’s hands on his own body, wanted his tongue in his mouth. It’s come up in every conversation, every session since that night. Maybe both of you were insatiable.

Yunho huffs a laugh, a small sound of amusement, his head dipping down, shaking side to side in disbelief. You bite your lip as he picks his head back up, his eyes deeper, knowing.

His smile tells you everything, that you were transparent, he could see every thought you’ve formed in the past week. He could feel how his name sat between you and your boyfriend, how the mention of him had you coming undone several times over seven days.

“Let’s get to it then?” He cocks his head to the side once more, cunning radiating off of him, “Since the two of you look like you’re about to explode.”

You meet Mingi’s eye and heat has already reached his cheeks, spread wide across his nose, but you doubt you looked any different. A smile pulls at the corner of your lips and Mingi matches it, the same thought running through your minds. Finally.

“Are we that obvious?” Mingi’s smile is coy now, a shred of embarrassment leaking through as faces Yunho again. He runs a hand through his hair, his palm landing heavily on your knee.

“To me?” Yunho raises his eyebrows, hands sliding across the length of his thighs, “Absolutely.”

“You left us… Abruptly last week,” you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you glance up at Mingi, “To say we’ve been waiting for tonight is an understatement.”

Yunho laughs, the kind of giggle you normally only hear when he’s a few beers deep and Mingi just told a corny joke. A sound you never paid attention to, but now lays comfort over you like a blanket. “I did kind of blue-ball you, my bad. Just wanted to make sure you were both serious when you were clear-headed.”

“Our minds haven’t changed even a little,” you shake your head, “Everything still stands.”

“Can we talk about it again, though? Just to refresh,” Mingi shifts on the couch, his position mirroring Yunho for the most part, his back less straight and his shoulders slouched.

“Of course,” Yunho nods, “Overstim, edging, choking and degradation are all yes from both of you.” His eyes land on you alone, “But only to you can I inflict physical pain. Slapping, hitting of any kind, restraining you, that kind of thing.”

Your toes curl against the couch, thighs flexing, fingers tightening where they linked around your shins. You and Mingi both nodded, but Mingi was the one who spoke, “We want to learn, too. How to be dominant.”

“Then try to pay attention,” Yunho’s lips curve at the corner, “Correct me if I’m wrong, but your biggest struggle is what to do when you’re both feeling submissive, right?”

You and Mingi nod in agreement again. Yunho continues, “Then just enjoy tonight, the teaching can come later if you want it to. Do you remember your safe word?”

“Kiwi,” you respond simply, releasing your legs, letting them stretch out before you, socked feet hitting the hardwood.

“That’s if you want to fully stop, right?” You both nod. “We’ll use the stoplight system then, too.”

“Green means go, yellow pause, and red stop, right?” Mingi glances at you, then redirects his attention back to Yunho, who leans forward to place his elbows on his knees.

As Yunho explains the system, you and Mingi nod slowly, taking in every word. You haven’t even been pushed to yellow, you think, but you wondered what could push you to red. Yunho’s face was serious as he spoke, not a shred of humor, making sure you ingested what he was saying. You could tell he’s explained this several times, the words smoothly pouring out of his lips like water.

“If you’re unable to speak and need to stop or pause, use two fingers to tap me twice, anywhere on my body. I’ll know,” he nods as he speaks, eyes still analyzing you and Mingi, as if he could see the gears turning in your heads, how you pocketed the information.

“Any questions?” He looks between you, eyes dancing between yourself and your boyfriend.

“Why can’t I just say stop?” Mingi asks plainly, “I feel like that gets the point across.”

Yunho’s lips lift at the corners, “Because stop doesn’t always mean stop, some people get off on staying stop and their partner not stopping.”

Mingi’s lips part, eyebrows twisting together as he looks at you beside him. He looked utterly horrified despite all the research you’ve done, and the sight makes you giggle. That never quite made sense to him.

“Why would anyone enjoy that?” Mingi’s palm goes over his heart, curious and concerned.

Yunho shrugs as he sinks back into His Spot, back pressed against the couch, “Kinks are kinks.”

Mingi shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, “That will never be me.”

“And it doesn’t have to be,” Yunho responds simply, “That’s why we talk these things out and explore. The two of you might not be into the same shit, but it doesn’t mean either of you are wrong for being into it.”

“What are you into?” Mingi leaned forward, crossing one leg over his knee, “Now I'm curious.”

“There’s honestly not much I’d say no to,” Yunho’s eyes glance upward in thought, “I’m not into scat play, blood play, I’m not huge on food play but I wouldn’t necessarily say no to it. I’m more of a sadist kind of Dom, and I guess I only look for relationships when there’s a total power exchange.”

You lift a brow, mind drifting back to your conversation with Jihyo, “Total power exchange? Like, outside of the bedroom, right?”

Yunho nods, “Some people just call it twenty four-seven, you saw it when we were at Wooyoung’s going away party. It’s a huge responsibility that comes with rules and protocols, it teaches discipline, accountability.”

You sink back into the couch, wondering where all of this started. How Yunho got into this, how it affects his lifestyle, if that’s why he can’t hold a relationship to save his damn life. You always thought it was because he was flighty, or he didn’t know what was good for him, not that he wanted his partners to fully and absolutely submit to him. Years later, the puzzle pieces begin falling into place.

“Don’t think I’m expecting anything that intense from you two,” he waves a hand in front of him, “I just want you to have the full experience tonight and enjoy yourselves.”

Feeling warm, you smile, “Thank you, for doing this.”

Yunho’s face twists up, “Don’t say it like there’s anywhere else I’d rather be right now.”

A beat of silence falls over the room, heavy and charged, the energy shifting all at once.

“I’ve been thinking about you two beneath me for days,” his head tips back, voice slipping into that sultry tone, syrupy and sweet. “Ah, what I’d do with you.”

You breathe through your nose, heartbeat picking up in your chest, “Then do it.”

His head picks back up, eyebrows flat, gaze deeper than coal. In one steady, controlled breath, he says, “Come here then, let me pick back up where I left off.”

As if your blood had become carbonated, your body buzzes with thrill, feeling the warmth in every cold, dark corner of your mind.

He’s here, this is real, he wants you.

You’re on your feet without a second thought, fingertips pulling Mingi’s boxers back down over your butt, making it before Yunho’s knees in two long strides without looking behind you. You’re steadier this time as your shins fall on either side of his hips, thighs straddling his. You’re eye level with him like this, and his features are all warm, welcoming, but the power, control behind them… You think that maybe you didn’t have to wonder how he started, how he got into BDSM, that maybe this lifestyle was waiting for him all along.

“Back straight,” his words cut through you like glass, “Eyes on me.”

Your back straightens on command, shoulders back, eyes meeting his without a second thought.

Yunho smiles, his voice edible, “Such a good listener.” His hand comes up to your cheek, swallowing it as he tucks your hair behind your ear, “Gonna be good for me tonight?”

You nod eagerly, and he huffs a laugh. “So easy, aren’t you?” His hand falls to your waistband, eyeing the cotton around your hips, fingers trailing the elastic, “Untouched, unkissed. Could probably reach in and feel you soaked for me, couldn’t I?”

He meets your eye and you feel see through, his touch leaving zaps of electricity in its wake. Your voice doesn’t come out as steady as you want it to as you say, “Wanted this all week.”

“I’m sure you did,” he taunts as he looks you up and down, palms landing on your thighs, sliding across your skin, leaving a trail of heat where they pause. You tried not to shift in his hold, keeping your back straight as he asks, “You cum thinking about me?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, but you nod, because it’s the truth. Mingi has, too. A mention of his name had you two feral, for seven whole days. You’ve probably been wet since you opened your eyes this morning.

His fingers grip at your thighs, “Kiss me, baby. Been keeping you waiting long enough.”

You press your lips to his hastily like you had to prove the last seven days had been hell, full of enough patience to last you a lifetime. He controls the kiss immediately, taming your greed, hands landing on your waist like a reminder, tongue slipping into your mouth to let you taste him. You arch into his touch, hands landing on his shoulders to feel the muscle beneath thin cotton, to let it ground you as your confidence grows.

With your head less hazy this time, you allowed yourself to take everything in. The taste of mint on his tongue, the feeling of silver locks between your fingers as your hand reached his nape, how the hips below you, despite feeling different, still felt right. His mouth tasted like him, like foreignness, like exploration, like a new beginning.

You sank into it, into him, the feeling of his skin on yours. He deepened the kiss, hands falling to your hips, his own softly bucking up against you in a silent command. You rolled yourself against him and a gasp immediately escaped you like you haven’t been touched in days, fingers curling around the short hairs on his neck, the motion flicking a switch in your brain.

He smiled against your lips, fingers tightening around you, working you into a rhythm. It wasn’t long until your eyes screwed shut, lips going slack against his, head falling forward in pleasure, completely lost in the stimulation he was allowing you.

Until Mingi pulled it from under your feet.

He whines from the couch behind you and the sound is enough to alarm your nervous system– Your body goes rigid against his best friend as panic zips down your spine, as if you had gotten caught doing something wrong, even if it wasn’t wrong. You whipped your head around before Yunho could catch you to see your boyfriend splayed out on the couch, fisting his clothed cock over his shorts, features twisted up in arousal. Eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack, lips parted, he looked a mess.

It was turning him on to see you with Yunho.

Of course it was, you’ve both been waiting for this.

Your eyes meet and hunger personified stares back at you, flushed cheeks and bitten lips, cock twitching in his palm. It hits you then that he wants this, he wants to see you fall apart in Yunho’s hands, he wants to see you together. There’s no hesitation in the way he stares back at you, no second-guessing, no questions left to be asked.

As if something ignited in your gut, like Mingi had waved a green flag, you turned back to Yunho and reattached your lips, picking up where you left off, desperation swimming in each roll of your hips. Ease settled over you like an embrace, right, this was all okay. You’re okay. You’re allowed to enjoy this.

But not too much. Not yet.

“Easy,” Yunho stilled your hips with enough pressure against bone to make you pull away from him with a hiss, chest heaving and eyes wide. Yunho peered over your shoulder, his composure completely intact, eyes squinting as he stared at Mingi across the room, “Who told you that you could touch yourself?”

You turned your head to see Mingi’s shorts pulled down to his thighs now, his cock peeking just outside of his briefs, leaking and angry with negligence, his eyes wide as he realizes he’s been caught. He quickly peels his hands away from his crotch, holding them up on either side of his chest in an attempt to prove his innocence.

He knew he couldn’t bullshit Yunho, he’d been caught red-handed. In a falsely sweet voice, Yunho sang, “Come here, Min.”

Mingi tucked himself away, walking toward you with a guilty look on his face, eyebrows twisted inward with a slight pout on his lips. Yunho smacked his teeth with his lips, right back to power and control, “On your knees.”

Mingi’s eyebrows fled to his hairline, but he obeyed, lowering himself onto the hardwood, cock pressing against its restraints. Yunho let out a huff of amusement, “You think this is sexy? Watching your girlfriend hump me like a dog?”

You gasped, almost silently, your body burning with embarrassment and arousal. Mingi nodded without an ounce of shame. Yunho laughed with his chest this time, condescending and sinister, his hands circling over your hips. “Of course you do. Sit there and watch, then.”

He connected your lips again, messier than before, his hands sliding to your ass, squeezing the skin, all for Mingi to see. His hands traveled beneath your shirt, up your back, nails grazing against your skin, making you gasp into him, your hips bucking against his, fisting his cotton tee. He smiled into the kiss, so poised, like all of this was a part of his plan.

His hands fell to your waist, gripping tight as he lifted you off his lap, turning you to lay you on the couch beside him. He was fast in maneuvering himself on top of you, his frame completely engulfing you beneath him, caging you in against the cushions. You should be used to the size above you, with your boyfriend as huge and buff as he is, Yunho is only a few inches taller. The difference makes your brain short-circuit each time.

Stealing the breath from your lungs, Yunho’s kiss was borderline harsh, short and sharp, a display for Mingi who still sat untouched on the floor. Yunho keeps himself steady above you, chocolate eyes searching for something in your face, maybe memorizing it, as if it was already his.

He glanced to his side, at Mingi on the floor, then back to you. His voice is soft yet weighted with composure and control, a deliberate whisper, “You look so fucking pretty like this.”

With heated cheeks your gaze slid over your boyfriend, zeroing in where he trapped his palms between his thighs and his calves. He was restraining himself in order to obey Yunho. The sight combined with Yunho’s words went straight to your core.

“Min,” Yunho purred, meeting his gaze that stayed steady on you, “Come here.”

Mingi scrambled closer to the sofa and Yunho finally met the doe eyes that stared up at him with hope and submission, but he didn’t react. He nodded his head down towards you, his voice steady, “Kiss her, slowly. I want to see you two together.”

It took Mingi all of a second to lift himself off the couch, to press a knee to the cushion, to hover over you like Yunho had a moment ago. He melts his lips with yours, your hands immediately finding his cheeks, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. So different from Yunho, messier, less control, but Mingi tasted like home. Safety and familiarity, a Sunday morning, a lifetime of love. He kept the kiss slow and deliberate, despite the need you could taste on his tongue, you couldn’t hold back the soft moan you breathed into his mouth.

Mingi pulled away after one more delicate kiss, meeting Yunho’s eyes expectantly, his eyes bright and waiting. Yunho’s smile is pleased, “Good.”

The two lean in simultaneously, their lips molding like they were made for it. You watched with parted lips and a chest that couldn’t stop rising and falling, eyebrows knitting together in arousal. Fuck, they were so hot together, and the sound Mingi made— Somewhere between a breath and a whimper, God, you’d never forget it. A very pointed throb erupted at your center at the sight, at the sound, at the feeling it gave you deep in your gut.

Yunho’s hands tighten in Mingi’s hair as Mingi’s hands fall to his hips, the two of them getting lost in the kiss, Mingi sinking into Yunho’s touch. You breathed through it, wanting to moan, wanting to be in the middle.

Yunho broke away first, his lips a millimeter away from Mingi’s, his knuckles still white in your boyfriend’s onyx locks. His voice is quiet but strong enough to command an army, “Back on the floor, hands behind your back. Watch while I make her cum.”

Mingi whimpers, his eyes sliding to you, dazed and just as lost as your own. He obeys nonetheless, cheeks flushed and chest heaving, his knees hitting the floor the only sound in the room.

Yunho’s gaze returns to you, and you feel like he’s already stripped you bare with the way his eyes travel your body, landing at your center, where your knees had been spread from the beginning. He cracks a smile.

“Color?” He lifts his eyes to yours, eyebrows raised.

You loose a breath, “Green.”

“Good,” he purrs, fingers ghosting up your thighs, landing at the elastic band around your hips. “Lift up for me, baby. Wanna see.”

You lift your hips as his fingers curl into your shorts, sliding them down your thighs, throwing them on the floor after they slip off your heels. A gasp leaves your throat as the air hits your center, as Yunho places his hands on your thighs, keeping you spread.

“So pretty,” he shakes his head once, “Prettier than I imagined.”

Your eyes slide to Mingi again and he’s sitting politely, hands behind his back, his eyes locked at the same place Yunho’s are— On you, splayed out on the couch in your living room for both of them to see.

You couldn’t form an ounce of shame.

“So fucking wet,” Yunho smiles, meeting your eye as his hands slide closer to your center. “Jesus, baby. Wanted to be touched this badly?”

Your response was a whimper, a silent beg, hips jerking into his touch. He spreads your folds and you gasp again at his touch, encouraging him to slide a finger up and down, spreading your slick to place his thumb on your clit, adding pressure.

“Fuck,” you breathed, body curling forward at the stimulation. You didn’t have to guess whether or not he knew what he was doing.

“Watch your mouth,” he’s quick to respond, rubbing tight circles on your clit, watching as your eyes roll back, how the curses die on your tongue.

You heave a heavy breath, eyes finally meeting his again, he keeps your stare as his fingers dip down, while he slips one inside with no warning. You cry out as he curls it at the knuckle, hitting the same spot Mingi hits with skilled precision, all while keeping his eyes on yours.

With a cheshire grin and a voice laced with amusement, he says, “Too easy.”

Mingi might have made a sound from the floor, but it fell on deaf ears as you kept your eyes on Yunho, his locked on yours. The two of you under a spell, he slips another finger in, bringing his other hand down to rub your clit again, moans and cries leaving your lips as you feel the familiar pressure pooling in your gut, begging to be released.

He was good. Too fucking good. The only other person to make you feel this good this quickly in your life was your boyfriend, sitting too sweetly next to you both on the floor. How he wasn’t losing his mind, especially after last week, you weren’t sure.

“There you go,” Yunho nods, picking up his pace, his fingers fucking into you at a rhythm you knew all too well, “Cum for me, baby. Show him.”

You moaned in response, breaking out of the spell to slide your gaze to your boyfriend who finally looked back. You moaned out, “Feels so good, Min.”

“Shit, so hot,” Mingi curses under his breath, his eyes opening and closing slowly, his hands still behind his back. Lips still red and cheeks still flushed, he still looked a mess, nearly untouched. With blown pupils and a strain in his voice, he said, “Show me, wanna see you cum for him. Need to see it.”

As if his permission was the last thing you needed, your eyes met Yunho’s as you came undone around his fingers, body curling in on itself, legs going stiff, all the blood in your body rushing to your ears. But it wasn’t the stimulation that had you coming around his fingers, it was the combination of attention, how two pairs of eyes watched every move you made, how two men listened to each sound that left your lips.

“So fucking tight,” Yunho hisses, “How do you fit inside, Min?”

“You’ll see,” was Mingi’s only response, his composure deteriorating each minute that passed.

You lay spread on the couch, chest heaving as Yunho slips his fingers out, popping them in his mouth. His eyebrows raise, bringing his attention to Mingi, “She tastes good, too.”

Mingi smiles the best he can, restraint still clear in his brows, “Tell me about it.”

Your cheeks burn as they talk about you like you’re not there, as if you didn’t just orgasm on display for both of them to see, as if their attention isn’t what made you cum. With a pout on your lips you bend your legs, pressing your knees together to block their view, hoping Yunho didn’t see how the slight embarrassment made your center pulse.

“You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?” Yunho asks after slipping his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, his palms landing on your knees.

You give a small shake of your head, “I hope not.”

He tilts his head, “Color?”

“Green,” you answer too quickly, and he smiles, his hands falling from your knees.

“Okay,” he nods his chin in the direction of your hallway, “Go to your room.”

You stand on shaky legs, socked feet and your fitted tee the only thing left on your body as you walk to your bedroom, hearing Yunho behind you, “You too, Min.”

You hop on your bed, laying flat on your back, your mind already whirling. Yunho had never seen you before, never touched you before, not until tonight. Panic anchors you to the mattress at the thought, how this could change things, if Mingi would ever look at you the same.

Mingi enters before Yunho, and your neck twists to meet his eye, to read him.

His brows raise. You okay? You smile. Yes, you? He matches your grin, wide and excited, More than okay.

You almost don’t catch Yunho following in behind him, his posture a display of strength in itself. You sit up on your elbows, eyebrows slightly raised, anticipation thick in the room, feeling hot despite the air conditioner whirling in the window.

“Undress her, Min,” Yunho sits right above your head, one arm holding him upright, “Slowly.”

Mingi presses a knee to the bed, and there’s nothing slow about the way he grabs you by your ankles to pull you toward him. You yelp as your butt hits the edge, eyes lifting to see your boyfriend breathless above you, eyes deep and crazed, deprived. His hands trace every inch of skin visible to him, from your ankles to slipping under the hem of your shirt, he couldn’t stay still.

“So soft,” he almost whines, “Want to touch you so fucking bad.”

You smile, body arching into him, “Touch me.”

“No,” he shakes his head, fisting the cotton of your tee, “Wanna feel you.”

You couldn't hide the whiney sound you made as he pulled your shirt up, fingers ghosting over your chest, nipples peaked despite the heat in the room. His lips immediately land on yours the moment your shirt hits the floor, interrupted by a harsh smack of Yunho’s teeth.

“Did I tell you to kiss her?” You keep your eyes on Mingi despite Yunho’s voice coming from behind, your boyfriend glances up with nothing but frustration in his eyes. “You’d think after already being punished once, you’d listen. I thought she was the brat?”

You smile mischievously at Mingi who releases a heavy breath, slowly standing back up, keeping a knee pressed to the bed. His voice comes out sharp as he says, “I’m sorry.”

“You wanna be touched, too?” Yunho’s voice has less of an edge to it, “Come here.”

With only a blink in response your boyfriend crawls onto the bed, moving right past you to sit with his knees spread before him. You maneuver yourself to the side, up by the pillows to get a better view, watching as Yunho pulls Mingi toward him by his throat, how their lips crash together.

Mingi moans into it– His body melts, hands falling to Yunho’s thighs, leaning into him. Yunho keeps him steady, long fingers disappearing under Mingi’s tee, pulling it up toward his chest. Mingi breaks the kiss to pull it over his head by the collar, quickly reattaching their lips with his hands tugging on Yunho's shirt with silent question.

They’re all lips and tongue, a mess of heat and passion, and you’re in awe as you watch Mingi slip Yunho’s shirt off his frame, how Yunho was clearly the one controlling Mingi’s movements, how Mingi had no idea. The two of them looked like they had been waiting for this, it was like taking the lid off a soda bottle that had been shaken, an explosion of action and release.

You kept your knees pressed together, every bone in your body urging you to press a hand between your thighs, the other to your bare chest. Yunho’s fingers tucked into Mingi’s waistband, Mingi’s hands sliding up his chest, landing on his shoulders as they moved together, a dance you didn’t know if you could have ever prepared yourself for. This was more intense than it was a week ago, than it was earlier, this was different.

Yunho pulls away from Mingi harshly, “Color?”

“Green,” he basically cries, chasing Yunho’s lips.

“Take them off,” Yunho’s voice cuts through the bubble they created, his thumbs curled around the waistband of Mingi’s shorts, tugging them down as Mingi lifts himself up on his knees. After slipping them off his feet he’s left in his briefs, staring up at Yunho with doe eyes and Yunho smiles.

He mumbles, “Cute.”

Mingi’s bottom lip pokes out, his voice breathy, coated in shame, “Touch me. Please.”

Yunho’s eyes slide to you, curled up on yourself at the top of the bed, “Do you think he deserves it?”

Your eyes widen at the question, sneaking your gaze to Mingi who looked like he might die if his cock wasn’t touched within thirty seconds. The dominant side of you wanted to say no, but the part of you that yearned to see Yunho’s hands on him replied, “Yes.”

Yunho hums, “You’re lucky your girlfriend is so sweet.”

His hand slides between Mingi’s legs, cupping his length over his briefs, and Mingi’s moan is so fucking guttural you aren’t sure if you’ve ever heard him make that sound before. Your lips part at the sight, at the sound, at how your cunt was beginning to throb between your legs, begging for stimulation.

Yunho slowly presses Mingi back against the mattress, crawling on top of him, lips pressed to his and hand stroking him over his briefs. You sit up a little straighter, watching as Mingi’s eyes fly to the back of his head, how his hips jerk into Yunho’s hand. You finally let your gaze sweep over him, drinking up each bit of pearly skin exposed to you, jealousy pooling in your gut that Mingi got to touch him.

You wanted to jump in, you wanted their hands on you, you wanted to be involved as much as you enjoyed watching them, loved hearing the song Mingi was creating with the noises that left his lips.

As if he heard your thoughts, Yunho pulled away by an inch, “Don’t you think the princess deserves to be touched too, Min?”

Mingi’s head lolled to the side, finally meeting your eye, letting you get a good look at how fucking wrecked he was. Yunho continues, “She’s been so good, sitting over there patiently while you get rewarded for being a fucking slut.”

Mingi’s eyebrows twist together, a whimper leaving his lips as Yunho grips his cock with force. Mingi’s voice is rough, raw as he whimpers out, “’m sorry.”

“No you’re not,” he sits back on Mingi’s thighs, “I don’t think you deserve anything yet.”

Mingi’s eyes nearly shoot from his head as he sits up on his elbows, voice desperate and whiny, “I’ll be good– I’ll do whatever you want, please–”

Yunho shakes his head, “She knows how to behave, you don’t.” He crawls off Mingi’s lap, sitting next to you at the top of the bed, “Think you should reward her for being so good, maybe then I’ll let you fuck her.”

“Come here baby,” he says sweetly, putting his arm out for you to crawl into his lap, where he gave you a sweet kiss before turning you around to face your boyfriend, your back against his chest. With each new movement, new position, your mind is thrown for a loop how different he feels from Mingi. With Mingi, it wouldn’t cross your mind to cringe at your sweaty back against his chest, but Yunho? It’s a steady reminder of what you were doing, where you were, who was with you.

He pulls the hair off your face, kissing the top of your head as Mingi crawls before the both of you, cheeks flushed, ears tipped red. You don’t think he’s ever been pushed this far before.

“Make her cum,” Yunho says simply, “Show me, then maybe it’ll be your turn.”

Mingi obeys, slotting himself between your thighs on his stomach, hooking his arms around your legs. You realize then that Yunho has no idea how quickly Mingi can pull you to release, he’s never seen him cum in his pants just from eating you out, it isn’t much of a punishment at all.

“Slow,” Yunho commands from behind you just as Mingi’s tongue meets your folds, your hands immediately clawing at his thighs, head colliding with his strong chest.

Mingi slowly licks up and down your slit, eyes staring up at you with desperation and love swimming in the deep brown of his gaze, lips pressing a kiss to your clit. You jerk into him, a hand flying to grab at his locks, but Yunho grabs it before you can make contact.

He kisses the top of your head again, “Don’t touch.”

You release a staggered breath, laying your rigid hands on Yunho’s thighs on either side of you, letting your hips roll into your boyfriend’s mouth. He continues, painfully slow, as if he was trying to burn the taste to memory. Yunho’s hands slide from your shoulders down to your chest, cupping your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You gasp a moan, hips bucking into your boyfriend, body squirming between the two men.

“Easy, baby,” Yunho says into your ear, his breath adding stimulation, “Focus. Want you to cum just like this.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as Mingi’s lips swirl around your clit, tongue dragging down to your entrance, prodding inside slightly. Simultaneously, Yunho’s fingers pinch at your nipples harshly, making you cry out, fingernails drawing crescents into his thighs. The pain and pleasure mix together, waking up the pit in your gut, pressure building at the base of your stomach.

Your voice comes out just above a whisper, “Feels so good, please don’t stop.”

“You hear that, Min?” Yunho asks, “She loves your mouth, baby. Look at how she’s falling apart for you.”

Mingi glances up to see your eyebrows twisted together, lips parted, back arched, nails clawing into his best friend’s skin. His hips rut against the bed at the sight, eyes fluttering shut as he gets lost in your taste, lips swirling around your clit, but he doesn’t speed up.

“Make her cum, Min. Go ahead.”

Mingi’s arm unwraps from your leg, slipping two fingers inside, curling upward so perfectly a muffled curse flies from your lips, back arching off of Yunho’s chest. He keeps you caged in with just his forearms, fingers still rolling your nipples between them, adding pressure when Mingi creates a rhythm with his fingers.

It doesn’t take long, four thrusts of Mingi’s fingers inside you, lips wrapped around your clit, your nipples between Yunho’s fingers, your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave. Your blood pounded against your skin as you thrashed between them, head hanging forward, repeating nonsense you weren’t sure anyone in the room could decipher.

Yunho kept you close, whispering praise into your ears, his hands dancing across every inch of bare skin, “I’ve got you, baby, there you go. Cum for me. Doing so good.”

It seemed like a millennia before you came down, chest heaving, knees wrapping around Mingi’s head before he finally let up between your thighs. Yunho shifted behind you, hard cock pressed against your back, but he seemed unaffected as he planted a short kiss to the side of your head.

“Good job, Min. Come here.”

Mingi lifts himself up to his knees, leaning forward to press a kiss to Yunho’s lips over your head. Yunho places his hand on Mingi’s chest, “You can fuck her.”

Mingi blinks at Yunho, “But you haven’t–”

“Fuck her,” Yunho repeats himself, “I’ll take her after.”

Yunho doesn’t move, he keeps you between his thighs as you twitch from overstimulation, processing what he just said. You’ve finished twice already, you were going to fuck your boyfriend, and then Yunho? You wondered if Mingi had talked up your insatiability to his best friend.

Mingi wastes no time, he peels his briefs down his legs in record speed, slotting himself between your thighs, a sweaty hand on one of your shins. The other is wrapped around his cock, beads of precum dripping from his hot red tip down his shaft, exposing how much he needed this.

“Fuck,” he huffs out as he slides his length up your folds, making your hips twitch, a hiss leaving your mouth at the overstimulation.

“Inside,” you mumble, hands lifting from Yunho’s thighs to reach for your boyfriend, landing on his shoulders to pull him closer. You both moan as he sheathes himself inside in one quick movement, keeping himself there as he licks into your mouth, his hands flying to Yunho’s knees for leverage.

“Move,” Yunho cuts in from behind you, massive palms still on your waist, a reminder that he was still the one controlling the situation.

“‘m gonna cum if I move,” he mumbles into your lips and you involuntarily clench around him at his open desperation, how easily he admitted it.

He moans, barely registering that Yunho’s hand had slipped from your waist to cover his cheek, pulling him away from your face and closer to his own. “Move,” Yunho repeats again, harsher this time, and Mingi immediately closes the distance.

Kissing Yunho and sloppily fucking into you, you stare up in awe as the reality of your situation hits you. Your hand slides down to your clit as if on command, mewls leaving your lips as you watch them, as Mingi relentlessly humps into you with no real rhythm. His mind was elsewhere, surely fuzzy, struggling to keep up with having both of you beneath him.

Your breath hitches in your throat, grabbing Yunho’s attention, and his hand is on yours in an instant, ripping your hand away from your cunt.

“I knew there was a brat in there,” he spits, “So greedy.”

You whimper as his hand finds your jaw, forcing you to look up at him where he connects your lips, all tongue and teeth, trying to keep you steady as Mingi fucks into you harder. You’re crying into Yunho’s mouth now, one hand swallowed in his, the other still on his thigh.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mingi cries, “You are so fucking hot, oh my god.”

Yunho barely breaks the kiss, “Ask me first.”

A wheeze leaves your boyfriend’s throat, of disbelief and being pushed so close to the edge. “Yunho, please. Please let me cum, please please–”

“Not yet,” Yunho lets go of your hand, letting it fall to your clit, drawing quick, dizzying circles.

Your eyes fall back while the pit returns to your stomach as if it never left, “Shit, Yunho, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum too–”

“No patience,” he hisses, “No structure, you don't know how to earn what you want.”

You and Mingi are heaving, pleas leaving your lips one after another, both of you a mess of jumbled words and audible breathing. You miss how Yunho smiles, you could see how much he enjoyed this from his face alone, having you both a mess between him. He loved to break his partners apart, and to then put them back together all in the same session, you and Mingi were perfect for him.

“Okay,” Yunho drawls out slowly just as you begin to tip over the edge, “Cum for me.”

The sounds in the room were deafening, yours and Mingi’s cries bleeding together like an orchestra, peeling at the edges of Yunho’s restraint. He takes deep breaths as you and Mingi curl into each other, as Mingi fills you up, as you clench around his cock. He can see all of it, he can feel it in the way you go stiff in his hold, as Mingi presses his forehead to yours, hips stilling inside you.

Yunho lets you come down for a moment, lets Mingi pull out and fall to the mattress before he’s tipping your jaw upward, “Color?”

You blink at him for a second, voice coming out tired, “Green.”

Yunho pauses, eyes searching for something in yours, before scrunching his lips ever so slightly. “You’re gonna ride me,” he keeps his eyes on yours, “Need you to pay attention, eyes open. Can you do that for me?”

You nod, and he presses into your jaw a little harder. You sputter, “Y-Yes, I can do that. Yes.”

He pauses, and then his hands are on you again. He flips you over in a quick motion, placing you on your knees on his lap so he can pull his pants and briefs down his legs, kicking them off to the side. Your eyes widen as his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and red, leaking just like Mingi’s was minutes ago.

Thinner than Mingi’s but slightly longer, your heart dropped for a moment. It took you months to be able to take Mingi with minimal prep, to take Mingi and then take someone bigger than him? You suck in a harsh breath.

“You can do it, baby,” Yunho nods, “I’ve got you the whole time. We’ll take it slow.”

Your eyes find his and they read nothing but determination, yet there was a softness at the edges, a flicker of light that told you he’d catch you if you fell. The second of locked eyes relights the fire in your belly, and he can see it all over you, how your back straightens, as you pull your hair to one side in focus. You can do it, and you would. Head feeling clearer, you inch forward, planting your thighs on either side of his.

“There you go,” he encourages, warm hands sliding from your hips to your waist as you reach down to grab his length, lining it up with your center, “Let me feel that pussy around my cock.”

You’re moaning before he’s even inside you, his words going straight to your head. You sink down on him slowly, tasting the slight stretch on your tongue, gaping at Yunho who finally cracked.

Eyebrows twisted, lips parted, fingers gripping your waist harshly, you would smile proudly if you could, knowing you were the one giving him pleasure now. You sit there for a second, marveling at how deep he reached inside you, hands perched on his shoulders like you belonged there.

“So deep,” was all you could muster, face inches from Yunho’s, breathing in his air. With the feeling of his soft skin under your palms combining with how he felt inside you, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You feared you might not even get your fill.

“Taking it so good already,” his head hit the headboard, throat on display, demeanor changing entirely, “Knew you would, I can see it all over you.”

You lift yourself slowly, pressing your chest to his as you start at a slow, agonizing pace. The drag of his length inside your walls had your eyes squeezing shut, fingers pressing into his shoulders, toes curling beside his thighs. You swore you could feel each vein, the curve of his cock working perfectly in your favor, your mind went blank at the feeling.

“Feels good?” He asks, bringing a hand to your jaw, forcing your eyes on his. You nodded in his grip, and a smile took over his face, the smile he looked at Mingi with earlier, one that told you were in trouble. His voice comes out sharp as he says, “I can see it in your eyes, I know very well what a cockslut looks like.”

Your whimper is completely involuntary as his hands slip back down, your head lolling forward at his words. He grips your waist, picking up the pace despite the noises ripping from your throat, “Pretended to be good tonight, I know what you are.”

His words hit your gut like a slap to the face and your lips curled upward lazily, words slurring, “What’s that?”

“A whore,” he spits, eyes deep as night, the same hand traveling back up to your throat to pull you closer to his face, “I can feel you clenching around my cock, what my words are doing to you. You were made to take cock, weren’t you? Mine, Mingi’s, you’d take us at the same time if we asked, wouldn’t you?”

You moan as his fingers grip either side of your throat, squeezing. You mumble out a breathy, soft, “Yes.”

He snickers as your hips pick up on their own, ignoring the burn in your thighs, addicted to how close he was to kissing your cervix, how the head of his cock massaged your walls. He pulls you even closer to him by your throat, his head cast over your shoulder, “Come here, Min. Give her what she wants.”

You couldn’t see him behind you, but you felt his back press up against you as Yunho fucks up into you. Electricity surged through your veins the moment your skin made contact, “Min, he feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Your boyfriend says in your ear, his hands ghosting over your waist, fingers tickling your skin. “You look so fucking sexy riding him, baby.”

As Mingi speaks, Yunho presses into the sides of your throat, the praise, degradation, loss of air all mixing together, waking up the pit in your belly, your eyes falling shut in pleasure.

“Eyes open,” Yunho’s words cut through the fog in your head, your eyes opening again on command, hands flying behind you to claw at Mingi’s thighs.

His hands find your hips, Mingi’s hands laying on top, the two of them bouncing you on his length together, it was too overwhelming to stay clear. Blinking, hazy, you let your head fall backward, landing on Mingi’s chest.

“Feels so good,” you breathe out, voice hoarse, “I can’t, I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Yunho answers, his voice rougher now, you could hear the pleasure flowing through him, how close he was getting.

He’s fucking up into you more than you’re riding him now, his pace brutal, the tip of him sliding against that spongy spot in your walls with every thrust. It was more than pleasure, how quickly release built up inside you, from his words and his hands and your boyfriend all over you, it was borderline too much.

Mingi steals your lips, muffling your cries, one of his hands holding your cheek up as the other dips down between your legs, working his fingers in tight circles around your clit.

“Yes, that’s it,” Yunho huffs, “Greedy pussy wants to cum around another cock.”

Your hips bend at the stimulation, his words, body lurching forward as each syllable adds more pressure in your gut, your orgasm on your tongue. Your weight was fully in Mingi’s hands to hold you up, in Yunho’s to keep you riding his cock, you didn’t have control over one bone, one muscle, and God did it feel so fucking good.

“Yunho, please,” you cry, pulling yourself away from your boyfriend’s lips, “Can I cum?”

“Look at that,” Yunho cooes in response, “She remembered to ask for permission.”

You didn’t know what sounds were leaving you, so close you could fucking taste it, pressure pounding in your ears. Your pleas come out under your breath, as if you didn’t have the strength to summon your voice anymore.

Yunho doesn’t answer, you could only hear his staggered breathing as he fucked into you faster, his hips stuttering, fingers holding onto your waist with a death grip. Mingi kept the pace on your clit, his own voice taut as he said, “Cum inside her.”

“Yes yes yes,” your voice returned, eyelids low as you looked at Yunho, still teetering on the edge, “Inside, please, fill me up.”

Yunho’s eyebrows were in his hairline, the only depiction of him losing his composure as he stared back at the two of you, his voice shallow, “Yeah?”

“Please!” You squealed as your eyes screwed shut, bottom lip sliding between your teeth as if that’d delay your orgasm any further.

“Cum,” Yunho ordered, his voice sharp but tight, as if his release would follow a moment later. Mingi couldn’t catch you as your body folded completely, the pressure finally blowing, a force ripping through you entirely.

Yunho’s groan could have had you cumming again if you weren’t slumped over his shoulder, Mingi’s hand stuck between your bodies as Yunho chased his own orgasm, hips bucking wildly into you before they stuttered, warmth filling you immediately, a moan tumbling out of his lips.

It felt like an eternity before anyone moved. Mingi eventually took his hand back from between your bodies, slumping on the bed beside you, his eyes half open.

Yunho’s hands started traveling up your back, only using his fingertips to trace shapes along your skin, drawing on your spine to keep you conscious.

The room stayed silent for a while, only the sound of breathing and the air conditioner filling the space, you needed the time to breathe. To feel, to process, to fully come down, to put the pieces together that you had just fucked Jeong Yunho and he came inside you. At your boyfriend’s command. At your agreement.

The air still felt warm, the body wrapped around you even warmer. A smile crept onto your lips at the realization of what just happened, how much you enjoyed it, how much you already wanted more. Maybe insatiable wasn’t the word anymore, maybe it really was greed, but the way the word rolled off Yunho’s tongue made it sound like a compliment.

“What are you feeling?” His voice made you jump, a short hiss leaving his lips, and you realized he was still inside you.

“Shit, hold on,” you mumbled as you slowly peeled yourself off of him, sitting back on your hips, hands on his shoulders to lift yourself off of his cock.

You both breathed through the loss, but he pulled you back into him as soon as his cock fell limp against his pelvis. You reached for Mingi as you searched for words in your head— How did you feel?

“Full,” you responded as you found your boyfriend’s arm, pulling him towards you, needing his warmth, too.

Yunho hummed beneath you, “Any discomfort?”

Mingi snuggled up to Yunho’s side, his face showing no signs of regret or discontent, he looked blissed out, exhausted. You smiled at the sight.

You shook your head against Yunho’s chest, reveling in how his chest pressed against your cheek, “Feel good.”

“Good,” Yunho’s fingertips fell to your back again, dancing along your skin, “Do you want to wash up? Lay here for a while?”

You moan your disagreement, “Just a few more minutes.”

“Mingi?” He asked, one of his hands falling to your boyfriend’s hair, and one of his eyes peel open. “Do you need anything? Water?”

Mingi lets his eye close again, eyebrows raised to show he was listening, “Just wanna lay here.”

You could feel Yunho smile into your hair as you stare at your half conscious boyfriend, and the warmth flooding every ounce of your blood couldn’t just be from the fact that you all just had sex. The feeling of comfort consumed you head to toe, like you were right where you were supposed to be.

Yunho’s hand paused against your skin and you could hear the churning in his mind, the words on his tongue. You hummed as if to say What’s up?

“I’ve never slept with a couple before,” he admits freely, “I’ve wanted to, like this, for a long time, but never had the chance.”

You look up at him and there’s nothing but fondness in his eyes. He smiles, and it’s devoid of every nasty thing that left his mouth minutes ago, “I’m happy it was you guys, I’m happy you trust me. I know you don’t let people in when it comes to your relationship.”

“It’s not that we don’t let people in, we both agree that our friend group doesn’t need to know our every move,” you explain, an unspoken pact the two of you made when you overheard Sana talking about Jihyo and Jongo’s relationship. “You’re different, though. You share a lot with us and we spend a lot of time together, of course we trust you.”

He pauses again like he’s still searching for something he can’t find, “After we clean up and stuff, I wanna talk, I wanna know how you feel. Mingi, too.”

“I think Mingi needs another ten minutes before he can use his head,” you smile as you slide your gaze to look over your boyfriend again, still curled up on Yunho’s side with his eyes softly shut, probably fast asleep by now. You bring your attention back to Yunho, “I meant it when I said I feel good, Yun.”

“It wasn’t too much?”

“Not at all,” you shake your head, “There’s still more I want to explore.”

He smiles all teeth like relief just flushed through his veins, “I still have more to show you.”

“I don’t think you even covered all the bases to begin with,” you pull back, raising your brows, amusement in your tone. “You have plenty to show us, and I don’t think either of us are done with you yet.”

“No,” Mingi grumbles from beside you, his eyes not opening, body not even moving an inch, “We’re doing that again.”

Sleep hadn’t quite left you when Yunho pulled his arm from under your waist, you could feel the apprehension in his movement, no matter how smooth and slow he tried to be, a loss of warmth that massive had your eyes peeling back, head turning around in question.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, voice high and breathy, you could have sworn he was still asleep. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

You sucked in a breath of consciousness, “Are you leaving?”

He slides off the bed in one quick motion, sweatpants hanging loose on his hips, his shirt still on your bedroom floor somewhere. “I have to meet my mom,” his eyes were glued to the hardwood beneath his feet, searching, you assumed. “I didn’t really plan to stay over.”

“Oh,” you respond, flipping over now, an elbow pressed to the mattress, supporting your weight. A yawn rips through your chest, your other arm stretching above you, “What time is it?”

“Eight? Maybe a little after,” his voice is still coated in exhaustion as he slips the tee over his head, eyes still searching the floor for whatever else he’d left scattered amongst your clothes. “We’re getting breakfast.”

“That’s nice,” you’re blinking, body still slowed with sleep, the ache in your bones just beginning to sink in. “Well, have a good time. Mingi and I say hello.”

Yunho pauses with one sock on one foot, a grin just barely present, “Thanks, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

You smile, eyes half lidded as he gets his other sock on, stumbling with lack of balance. It didn’t quite sink in yet after a few hours of sleep and an abrupt awakening, what Yunho was leaving after, what you had done. It felt like another movie night, too many drinks, Yunho leaving early after knocking out on your couch.

“Well,” he breathed, clothed and nearing complete consciousness, “I’ll call you guys later.”

You nod, “Okay, we’ll be here.”

He was at the other end of your hallway within seconds.

You sank into your bed once more, turning to attach yourself to your boyfriend, one leg hurled over his waist, an arm over his chest. You nuzzled into his warmth, cheek on his shoulder, eyes closed, body still somewhere between awake and asleep.

Mingi groans, his head turning, hands clasping over your arm that laid over his chest. His voice a soft growl, deep and grumbled with slumber, “Yunho leave?”

You hummed, “Just left.”

“I didn’t get to say bye,” you could see his pout without opening your eyes, “He snuck out.”

“He’s meeting his mom for breakfast.”

“Ah,” he yawns, arms stretching out to cage you in, pulling you closer into his chest. “How do you feel?”

You sink your forehead into his neck, cheek pressed to his chest, arms curled into yourself, “Good, I guess, I just woke up, I don’t know.”

“Does anything hurt?” He presses his lips to your hair in a quick kiss, “Sore?”

“Kinda,” your voice is muffled by his skin, “Barely. What about you?”

“I feel great,” you could feel him smile into your hair, a wide grin of full lips and lopsided teeth, your favorite.

You giggle into his chest, then peel your head away to get a look at his face, beautiful and yours. “I’m sure you do, baby.”

His brows furrow, “You don’t?”

You shake your head against his bicep, “Of course I do, last night was incredible.”

“It really was,” a relieved breath leaves his lips, “I can’t believe we did that.”

“With Yunho, of all people,” you agree, “I’m really glad we did it, though. With him.”

Mingi leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips and you immediately cup one of his cheeks with your palm, keeping him there, wanting to kiss him longer. He follows your lead, soft, plump lips swallowing yours between his, no intent behind it, just kissing because you love it. Love him.

“I love you,” you slip your thoughts into his mouth, “You’re so perfect.”

He smiles against your lips, “I love you too, baby. You can’t be serious about having sex, if that’s where this is heading…”

You laugh straight from your chest, arms swinging around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. “No, silly, I just wanna kiss you ‘cuz I love you.”

He cooes, one of his arms sliding down to your thigh wrapped around his torso, holding it tighter against him, “I’m so lucky.”

“We’re so lucky,” you correct him, “We have each other, and now we have Yunho when neither of us feels like topping. Kinda cool.”

“You say that like he’ll be at our beck and call.”

“He might be,” you shrug, arms still wrapped around his shoulders, “I think he had fun. Especially with you.”

Mingi’s lips pressed together, cheeks flushing on command, “He knew exactly how to toy with me, he was pushing every button he could find.”

“I think you two kissing is burned into my memory for life,” you let go of his shoulders, body turning to lay in your back, eyes closed in bliss, a warm smile on your cheeks.

He lets his upper body stretch over you, face inches from yours, “How about how fast he made you cum that first time? I’ve never seen you fall apart so quickly.”

Your eyes shoot open, “What do you mean you’ve ‘never seen’ it? You make me cum that fast, like, on a daily basis.”

Mingi’s forehead drops to your bare chest with a giggle passing through his lips, “Maybe I wasn’t expecting him to be that good. With you, I mean. Took me a minute to figure you out.”

“He’s probably slept with more people than us combined,” your hands find his hair, mindlessly running your fingers through onyx locks that shoot up every which way, “He was just as good with you, he pushed you more than I ever have, for sure. You made sounds I’ve never heard you make before.”

Mingi groans, cheek falling flat against your sternum, eyes fluttering shut, “We agree that he’s coming back, right?”

“We agreed last night, I think,” you let your eyes close again, basking in Mingi’s warmth against you, letting your body appreciate the comfort of your mattress.

“He’s not gonna take that for what it was,” Mingi mumbles, “He wants us all clear-headed and shit.”

A huff of amusement passes through your lips, “He covers all his bases, I like it. Makes me feel safe.”

“Me too,” Mingi pauses, hands resting on your waist. “How soon is too soon?”

“Oh no,” you tease, voicing the dramatic effect, “You’re turning into me.”

“I think you could hold the world record for your insatiability. Is that a word?” “I think it’s a word.” “Well, your sex drive is otherworldly.” “Is that a word?” “You get the point.”

The morning air always felt more crisp in town— the bite of night shedding from the sky, the sun’s warmth crackling through by the minute, when daytime hadn’t fully thawed yet. It felt entirely different than the sunrise you wake up to before work, harsh and freezing, begging you to sink into your sheets and succumb to slumber once more. Hand in hand with Mingi, you strolled through the farmer’s market just outside of your neighborhood, picking up produce for the week, something you didn’t do often enough.

You loved it here. Talking with shop owners, haggling for a good price, feeling the sunshine on your skin, spending quality time with Mingi that wasn’t in the bedroom or on your couch. Tents beaming blues and reds cascaded off of sun rays, chatter in the air, distant music from a few stops back, you and Mingi weaved through people as you walked down the busy street, two full bags already in his hand.

It was never just fruits and veggies.

There was a cute shop selling jewelry, you had to pick up the necklace with the intricate opal pendant. Another shop selling decor for your kitchen, the custom made stained oak cutting board was yours. Mingi happened to pause at the right time before a shop with boards littered with keychains, pendants and buttons, he ended up purchasing a bundle of all three.

You hadn’t even reached the produce section yet and you were coming close to your budget, but with the wind in your hair and your boyfriend’s palm pressed to yours, you didn’t care.

“What do we need again?” Mingi half turned to you, stray hairs swept across his cheeks, dainty frames on the bridge of his nose. Edible even in his most comfortable clothing, he looked stunning, cozy for the brisk summer morning.

“Berries, peaches, tomatoes, zucchini,” you counted on the fingers of your free hand, “Oh shit, don’t let me forget eggplant. I wanna try a new recipe this week.”

He let your linked fingers guide him, head flying toward a tent and letting his vision linger as you strolled past, “We can’t get any more trinkets, right?”

You tilt your head, coming to a pause, “We don’t need peaches that bad.”

He turns to you, eyebrows raised, excitement written on his cheeks, “They have rings over there.”

“That’s fair,” you nod, “They didn’t have any you liked at the other place. Let’s go.”

Weaving through the oncoming traffic of people, Mingi guided you into the small tent, black velvet boards holding golds and silvers covered the space of three long tables, a shop solely for rings. Oh, you think Mingi might faint.

Your grin stretches wide as his eyes bounce back and forth between tables, unsure of where to start first, a kid in a candy shop.

You nod toward the owner who sat in a lawn chair behind the center table, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she smiles, an older woman in denim jeans and a muted pink blouse, gray hair curling around the frame of her cheeks. “All rings are buy three, get two free.”

You and Mingi lock eyes, both repeating, “Five.”

Perfectly timed giggles from your lips followed after, thinking the same thing, it seemed five really was a lucky number for you. You searched the table opposite of Mingi, eyes catching on dainty metals with gems encased in glittering stones, fingers reaching out to touch the hand-carved bands with suns, moons and stars.

You picked one up, twisting it between your fingers, slipping it onto your ring finger. Beautiful and mind-blowingly intricate, you think your eyes might be sparkling as much as the silver catching on the gleam of sunlight passing through the tent. It was beautiful.

“Oh,” a familiar voice rips you out of your trance, shoulders sitting back in their sockets, back straightening in surprise. “Hey guys.”

You whip around to face him, lips parted in shock and he’s already smiling, his arm bent out in front of him to wave a hand. Your world slips from beneath your feet.

It was like you were seeing him for the first time all over again. The sun encasing him in a whirl of golden, his hair was different now, the blue of his blue-black electric, feathered and poking from beneath his ears. Dressed in loose linen, a tote bag hanging from his shoulder, he was summer incarnate, chest peeking through the buttons, you blinked rapidly, one thought on repeat in your mind.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

Mingi’s already dapping him up, his voice loud in greeting, hand clasping around his back. You haven’t seen him since that night, being just days ago, you didn’t think about what it would feel like. How your body would react. Nothing could have prepared you to feel like this.

“What are you doing here?” You ask with a smile you slapped on your cheeks, surprise in your tone, moving forward once Mingi pulled you away.

Yunho pulls you into a short hug, his scent immediately slipping into your nose, your skin, your bones. His arm was hot as it wrapped around you, a sheen of light sweat clinging to his visible forehead, his cheekbones, his hair swept back.

“Picking up a few things,” he lifts the tote bag on his shoulder, “You too?”

You nod, “You changed your hair.”

One of his hands immediately flies to his head, pale fingers swimming through locks, “It was too light, too much maintenance. This is easier.”

“I like it,” you’re positive you’re flushed, body warm, fingers mindlessly playing with the ring you’d picked up before the earth cracked open.

“You busy?” Mingi asked, “We have more shopping to do, maybe you can keep us from buying things we did not come here for.”

Yunho laughs, a small chuckle rolling off his tongue, deep and sultry and God what is going on in your chest?

“I have time,” he steps further into the tent, observing the rings on display, eyes landing on the one between your fingers. He puts his palm out and you place the silver band in the center, “Is this one of the things you didn’t come here for?”

The corner of your lips lift in a smile, heartbeat picking up in your chest, “Unfortunately. Pretty though, right?”

“Very,” he nods, placing the ring back in your palm after taking in every detail, eyes meeting yours. “You should get it.”

You’re manually breathing now, sucking deep breaths down to the base of your ribs as you tear your gaze from his, turning around to face the rings again, body on fire as if you were basking in afternoon sun. “If Mingi doesn’t pick out five, maybe. They’re buy three get two free.”

“He’s gonna pick out five,” amusement is laced in his words, his voice gets quieter as he walks toward your boyfriend, “Looks like he has about ten already picked out.”

“I’m gonna narrow it down!” Mingi defends himself as you tuck the band between the velvet rolls again, “Process of elimination.”

You turn on your heel, coming up to the opposite side of where Yunho stood next to Mingi, the two of you flanking him, looking over his shoulders. Several silver circles laid in his cupped palm, some intricate, all so very him. Skulls, pendants and simple ones he has five of at home, your lips curled at his taste, his consistency. So predictable it was endearing.

“You have a million of these,” Yunho reads your mind, his pointer finger twirling in the sea of silver, picking up a basic band. “Get something you don’t already have.”

Mingi pouts. “It’s engraved on the inside.”

“No one will see that.”

“I’ll know it’s there!”

Your giggle runs flat while they bicker, shaking your head as you peel away from them, walking up to another table, eyes laying over the jewelry on display but not seeing any of it. You weren’t just looking at Yunho anymore, Mingi’s best friend, your good friend of years. You were looking at Jeong Yunho, the man who’s filled you up, said nasty words in your ear, had his palm wrapped around your throat.

You release a heavy breath, blinking at nothing, fingers curling at the pockets of your pants. These feelings had to be stemming from the rush of that night, you were definitely still riding the high, there is no other plausible reason for there to be a pit this damning in your gut. There’s no other reason for you to be picturing him beneath you, his heavy palms on your hips rocking you along his length, a half-smile playing on his spit-glazed lips.

It was purely attraction. Just because you had sex.

If you could use more than a singular brain cell, you might have been able to notice Yunho toeing on the same line you were. Granted, he’s a lot better at hiding it.

Two hands held onto the strap of his tote directly in front of him, body still leaned in over Mingi’s shoulder, wishing he could prop his chin on the muscle as Mingi figured out which rings he was buying.

“I like that one,” Yunho nodded at the chunky silver ring with the skull engraved in the center, “Get that one.”

“But do we like this one,” Mingi held up the skull, and then held up another ring with a vintage gothic cross design, “More than this one?”

Yunho hummed, his head tilting to the side, chin centimeters from brushing Mingi’s shoulder, “You’re right. Get the cross.”

Mingi smiles, an excited noise falling from his lips, and Yunho can feel the pit of warmth pooling in his stomach as the noise graces his ears. He reveals nothing on his face, not as Mingi takes two steps toward the owner of the shop, not as you lay your head on his bicep with a smile full of love as he pays.

He was really barking up the wrong tree this time.

You two are perfect together, Yunho knows that down to his soul, he’s seen your happiest moments, your nastiest arguments. Where Mingi is reserved, you’re stepping forward to give him the space to hide, where Mingi is loud and obnoxious you’re the anchor grounding him back down to earth. Yunho knows this, he’s seen it in action, he’s picked apart every subtle movement of body language for years now whether it was on purpose or involuntarily.

Maybe he shouldn’t sleep with you guys again. Maybe he should leave it for what it was.

He feels like a deer caught in headlights as you both turn around with satisfied, content grins on your cheeks. Happiness radiates off of the two of you, Mingi because of his new rings, you because he purchased something he loves.

Epitome of perfection. He shakes it off. Definitely not sleeping together again.

“We should probably actually get the produce we came here for,” you say, voice light and airy as you meet where Yunho stands, urging him to walk alongside you.

He falls into step, the mask already on, a facade he’s practiced for a decade. He doesn’t show an inkling of true emotion, instead he smirks, a side of his lips lifting, “I already failed at keeping you on track.”

Mingi’s hand rests on Yunho’s shoulder and his skin burns beneath his palm, “I fear nothing could have come between me and those rings. Not your fault.”

Yunho chuckles as the three of you weave your way through the crowd. Yunho had finished his shopping ages ago, he hadn’t come here for anything specific, just random shopping on a Wednesday morning. On his way out is when he saw you two huddled up in the tent, and he couldn’t control his feet as they pulled him beneath the polyester covering.

“Zucchini, tomatoes, berries, we took peaches off the list…” You’re counting on your fingers, eyebrows furrowed, eyes zeroed in on your hands, not on the mass of people before you or the ground beneath your feet. “… What am I forgetting?”

You look up to Mingi with eyes that screamed innocence, a gentle glint in the shape which reflected something like a doe. Yunho slowed his steps as you glanced at your fingers again, slipping behind the two of you, keeping an eye on everything you weren’t.

“Some kinda vegetable,” Mingi responds, his back stretching high so he could see over the crowd, eyeing the stands of fruits and veggies on either side of you.

“Shit,” you curse and it sounds so wrong coming from those pretty lips of yours, “I can’t remember. I told you to remember!”

Mingi’s smile is sheepish, “I got distracted by the rings.”

Yunho can hear how your sneaker skids on the pavement and his arm is hooking under your elbow before your body is thrown forward even an inch, tucking you backward into himself.

“Good catch,” Mingi’s grin is humorously wide, as if that was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.

You’re staring up at him with bug eyes from his chest, surprise and naivety etched into every bend and arch of your features. “Thank you, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Yunho smiles, proud of himself, “Saw that coming. Eyes up.”

You hold his gaze with a soft nod and Yunho releases your arm quickly, too quickly, as if he’d catch whatever you have if he held on for too long. You notice, he can see that you noticed, he wished he could say that having you pressed up against him for too long would result in Mingi plummeting him into the pavement. But he watches how your widened eyes shift into horror, discomfort, how you take a step back, clearing your throat.

“Eggplant,” you whisper, surprise returning to your eyes, neck snapping to look at Mingi again, “It was eggplant! Remember this time.”

“I will, I swear.”

You all know he won’t.

Colorful tents stood packed together on either side of the street you walked along, wooden crates full of vegetables, bushel baskets of fruits, the air growing thicker with humidity as the sun came to a full rise above you. It felt like Yunho was under a spotlight as he trailed in a window behind you, left with his thoughts and strange feelings, the sweat on his forehead not fully from the summer sun.

He watches as your left arm slides into the pocket of Mingi’s elbow, Mingi’s left hand holding your bags, your right arm reaching to rest on his forearm as you approach a fruit stand. The pit in his stomach returns with vengeance, accompanied by a sting of jealousy, a discomforting wave of confusion.

Yunho had very rarely found potential for real, true relationships in his life. He had a long list of scene partners, men and women he’s played with, people he’s seen for an elongated amount of time because they worked— but he never saw himself with them long term.

Yunho often wondered if he’d ever find something like what you have with Mingi. Weeks spent on your couch, in your apartment, watching you two from the corner of his eye, wondering if the roles might ever be reversed. Would you two ever come over to his apartment, that he shared with a partner? Would he ever find someone that could check off all his boxes, fulfill his deepest fantasies?

As you always say, the partners that were good for him, he didn’t want. The very rare times he could see potential with a partner, he let them go before it could ever become real. There was always something missing, a puzzle piece left outside of the box, a reason for him to leave even if he couldn’t put his finger on it.

That night with the two of you… It was the closest he’s ever felt to understanding. When people say things feel right, he’s always left out of the conversation, the oddball who’s never felt something that real, but with you two? With your twin doe eyes and submission you so eagerly handed over, the trust you have in him, how you put your pleasure in his hands entirely? A perfect dynamic he somehow weaseled into, and accidentally found a home.

He’s been waiting for something to feel that raw for a long time. Now, standing behind you, watching you move in routine, a relationship that’s been growing stronger for years, the pit in Yunho’s stomach wondered if there would ever be room for him beyond your bedroom.

Glutton for punishment, as you say. Yunho guesses he can’t deny it anymore.

“I got three for four bucks,” you say excitedly as you skip back towards him, thankfully ripping him from his spiral, holding three cartons of raspberries in your hands.

Mingi opens the shopping bag as he comes to your side, and you carefully place each carton atop one another, your hair falling over your cheeks as you bend forward.

He misses touching your hair.

“You haggle at the farmer’s market?” He asks, amusement in his voice, because the farmer’s market was already cheap.

Your head turns, your hair flipping over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed in offense. “They allow me to haggle. I wouldn’t do it if I couldn’t.”

Yunho meets Mingi’s eye and he’s already smiling, head shaking as if he’s already had this conversation, already fought you on it, this was just you.

He wished he watched it happen, he’s been waiting to see the brat he knew lived inside your sweet facade.

“What’s left?” Yunho asks, ignoring his own thoughts, “Zucchini, eggplant, tomatoes?”

“Eggplant first so I don’t forget,” you hold up a finger, already lacing your fingers on your free hand between Mingi’s, feet moving in front of the other.

Yunho falls behind again, hands gripping his tote bag so hard he was positive his knuckles were turning red.

You beeline to the left and Yunho sees the cart full of zucchini and tomatoes over your heads, a smile tugs on his lips that you were so focused on one thing yet it was the only thing that kept escaping your mind. Cute, he thinks, so fucking cute.

He follows this time, and you’re already mid-conversation with the shop owner by the time he arrives at Mingi’s side, curating some kind of deal for purchasing both zucchini and tomatoes.

“Our prices are fixed,” the man, mid-fifties Yunho would guess, stood with his shoulders back, his jaw locked. Gray hair, lines etched into the skin beside his eyes, a red cap on his head. He must work in the sun.

“How fixed?” You tilt your head, your ankles crossing, a sweet smile on your face. “I’ll buy a good amount for a good price.”

“Three dollars per pound,” his palms point to the array of greens and reds before him, “Have at it.”

You pout, glancing up at Mingi and Yunho momentarily before beginning to gather the vegetables in your hands, analyzing each one, squeezing, smelling. Yunho chokes on a laugh.

“Organic?” You ask, and the man nods. You pop a brow, “You sure?”

“Grow ‘em myself,” he exhales sharply. Yunho glances at Mingi and pink kisses his cheeks, bending over the curve of his nose, hidden behind his hair that’s gotten longer than it's been in ages. Yunho thinks his heart might actually explode.

You somehow talk the man into three zucchini and three tomatoes for ten dollars and he’s red in the face before you’re handing the money over, a satisfied smile on yours, and Yunho curses himself for missing it again. Maybe he was staring at Mingi for longer than he thought.

“Come on, you two,” you sing-song, the bag already pressed into Mingi’s palm as you begin for the crowd in front of you again, slipping between people.

Four stands go by, five with no sign of the purple fruit, the two of you in conversation before Yunho, chatting about dinner later, he thinks. Neither of you are even looking at the stands on either side of you, too engrossed in each other, too deep in whatever was leaving your mouths.

It was only Yunho who was keeping his eye out for what you needed. It put a bitter taste in his mouth.

Yet he ignored it, because he had no right to feel that way. He wasn’t a part of your relationship, he spent one night with you, that’s it. The only night he would ever spend with you, because he sure as hell wasn’t sinking any deeper then where he stood now.

A shadow of purple caught his eye, and his neck snapped to the right.

Eggplant. Finally. He could leave after this.

The two of you walked ahead.

“Guys,” Yunho calls, but neither of you hear him.

“Guys there’s eggplant—”

Nothing. Frustration curls in his gut.

“Guys!” Mingi’s head tips back in laughter at something you said, his Adam's apple carved out of his throat, skin gleaming under the sunshine.

Yunho takes a breath and curls his lip to push a clear, piercing whistle through his lips.

You both stop, turning in the same motion, eyes big and shining, waiting. It sends a shiver down his spine, it sends him back to days ago, with you both on your baby pink comforter, waiting for him to give you directions, completely thoughtless. So fucking submissive it makes his cock jump in his pants.

Yunho points his thumb to his right, “Eggplant.”

Your eyes light up, a grin taking over each one of your features as you rip your hand from Mingi’s and nearly skip over to the stand. Mingi takes a second, keeping his eyes locked on Yunho, his thoughts so readable he might as well have said them out loud.

He knew exactly where that whistle came from, what Yunho intended with it. He knew what Yunho was thinking, too.

Mingi’s lips curl at the corner, sly and knowing, and then he’s following you to the fruit stand without a word.

Yunho pushes a steady breath from his lips, letting his eyes close for a moment, grounding himself against the pavement beneath him.

He’s never been put in this position before. Being interested in not one, but two people, who are in a relationship already, and those two people pulling feelings from his gut that he wouldn’t dare ever speak out loud.

He could not share your bed again.

“Do you really think we can ask him to fuck us again tonight?” Two days after your run to the farmer’s market, you had only one concern before Yunho arrived at your apartment for movie night. A dreamy look sat on your face from across the kitchen, wiping down the last corner of your counter, “There was no mention of fucking at the farmer’s market.”

“I don’t think the farmer’s market at nine in the morning is the right place or the right time to discuss fucking,” Mingi says plainly with a shrug from your kitchen table, his face glued to his phone.

Normally, you’d agree, but the way he looked at you, how he dropped your arm as if it burned him, how detached he seemed by the time he left you at the market. It didn’t help that all of these feelings curled in your gut, ones you couldn’t share with Mingi, ones you wouldn’t even face before you fell asleep at night.

You stand with a hand on your hip, one leg crossed over the other, back pressed against your kitchen counter. “Yeah, but he didn’t even flirt with us.”

Mingi rips his attention away from his phone to stare you down with slanted eyebrows, “He didn’t need to.”

You whine, head tipping back, slapping the towel against your thigh, “I don’t think he wants to.”

“Ask him when he gets here then,” Mingi pushes himself off the chair, walking to where you stood against the counter, running his palms over your shoulders, giving you a small squeeze. “If he doesn’t, then he doesn’t, but I’m willing to bet that he does.”

You think maybe a part of you was hoping he didn’t want to— even if you wanted to so, so badly. What sat in the bottom of your stomach terrified you, those thoughts left unacknowledged, what they could turn into if you fed them.

But the bigger part of you, most of you, needed him again. It whispered in your ear, urging you to keep your feelings private, that you could bury them easily if you needed to, you belonged to Mingi. That would never change.

“Okay,” you whispered, and Mingi dropped down to plant a kiss on your forehead before he was walking to the living room to lounge on the couch.

You stared at the tile beneath your feet, a thousand scenarios running through your mind. Why did he touch you as if he wanted nothing to do with you? Could you face him, ask such a vulnerable question, and accept the rejection?

Was he feeling a shred of the insecurity you were feeling right now?

There was no sign of a knock before your front door opened with a muted groan, followed by the sound of plastic moving around, shoes hitting the hardwood in your foyer.

Your heart dropped to your ass.

“I’m here,” he called out, voice smooth as butter, “I brought presents.”

You moved towards the counter to see out into your living room just as Mingi questioned, “Presents?”

Yunho wore a satisfied smile as he walked through your living room, a plastic bag in his hand, black hair swept back as he came to a stop before your kitchen counter. You met his eye, heart still threatening to slip into your pants as he placed the bag on the laminate.

“I should have said goodies or something, snacks aren’t much of a present,” he says as Mingi comes up behind him, leaning on the counter just beside him.

“Snacks are the best present,” you throw the towel on the counter beside you, hands immediately going for the bag.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you ripped open the plastic as if it were Christmas morning, eyes widening as you saw your favorite snack inside. “Yunho!” You gasped, a pout taking over your cheeks, “You guys don’t eat these.”

“So what?” he waves his hand, his brows bent together, body leaned up against the countertop, “You can’t have your favorite because we don’t like them? Bullshit.”

It’s not that you couldn’t have them, you just always bought what the three of you could share for movie night, things you all enjoyed. Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you.”

Yunho turns to Mingi, pulling out two bags of chips the two of them demolished weekly, “I didn’t forget about you, don’t get all pouty.”

You smile at your boyfriend who turned away in embarrassment, “I was not pouting.”

Your giggle echoes through the kitchen as you pull out bowls from your cabinet, sliding one toward Yunho who was already ripping open the bag of chips he shared with Mingi. An hour later, the three of you were cozied up on your couch, you in the middle.

Before the three of you ended up tangled, Yunho took it upon himself to sit on your couch, not in His Spot. He propped his feet on the coffee table, beer in one hand, the other arm stretched along the back of the couch, eyes thinned as he stared at Mingi, “So, you’ve been taking this couch and giving me the shitty one?”

You gasped from the kitchen, “Take that back!”

“Sorry,” he sang through the space, voice floaty and light, “But this couch is so much better.”

You barely thought about his change of position after you had filled the coffee table with snacks, harboring a distracted mind, the entire ordeal feeling so utterly regular you didn’t think twice. Not until you were thirty minutes deep into Iron Man with your head leaning on Yunho’s shoulder and your legs thrown over Mingi’s thighs did your brain seem to wake up.

It was so… Normal.

Normal conversation, normal cozy outfits, normal eye contact, normal banter, normal everything. The only thing that didn’t remain the same was the blooming feeling in your chest, pressing against your breastplate in tempo, reminding you whose shoulder you lay on, what you wanted to ask of him tonight.

Again.

You dreamed of what else he had to show you, what the man beneath your head was capable of. Years he’s spent with partners, trying new things, figuring out what he likes, what his partners like, so much time spent reading people. Last Saturday was no contest to his abilities, proof that you had chosen correctly, that there was an entire world out there you weren’t a part of. Yet.

You caught yourself staring at the half eaten bowl of chips, your favorite, the snack you had only mentioned a handful times in your years of knowing him. The fact that he remembered something so minuscule had goosebumps rising on your arms, legs twitching against Mingi who let his hand travel beneath the pant leg of your sweatpants, resting a callused palm on your skin, eyes still trained on the screen before you.

Where Yunho sat himself first, how eager he seemed to be to get tangled up with you and your boyfriend, there was no doubt that he’d say no. Right?

You blink, a yawn ripping through your chest interrupting your mind running in circles, body arching and stretching between the two men. Your eyes feel heavy.

It was too comfortable like this. Was it supposed to be?

“You sleepy?” Yunho’s voice made you jolt, honeyed and easy, completely innocent. Not a shred of dominance, lust or performance behind his words, yet they went straight to the gutter where your mind had taken residence.

“No,” you mumble with a shake of your head, your voice small, quiet, pretending you weren’t trying to force thoughts from your mind.

“Liar,” he flexed his shoulder where your head lay comfortably, shifting his body on the couch, a hand patting his lap in silent command for you to lay.

Silently you turn on your side, head softly landing on his thigh, manually breathing through your nose. One of his palms finds your hair, fingertips massaging circles into your scalp, his other hand softly hung over your arm.

You’re wide awake now with the thigh beneath you cradling your head, somehow softer than a pillow, a million times better than the armrest you’d damned to hell weeks ago. His scent is all around you, in your nose, in your head, taking root in your spine beside the rest of your sleeping secrets.

Mingi spreads your legs before you’re fully settled, slotting his shoulders between them, cheek pressed against your thigh with his eyes still focused on the screen before you.

The three of you now, curled up together on the couch, barely a word spoken, you wondered what was going through Yunho’s head. Has he been able to stop thinking about that night? Why did he look at you that way at the farmers market? Why did he drop your arm like it burned him, when he was sitting with you like this now?

Your eyes dip down to Mingi and you see Yunho’s other hand now slotted in his hair, massaging his scalp, and your heart flutters at the sight. It could be easy like this, you think. The three of you, close friends for years already, you know you got along, your core values line up.

And you’re worried about him fucking you again? The thought feels futile now.

You feel two taps to your temple, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Your eyes widen, caught. You’re glad he can’t see your face. “Nothing,” you feign, “Just tired.”

Yunho hums, both hands in your hair now, one traveling down to your face to swipe his thumb across your cheek. “You’re lying,” he says quietly, “Again. Quite the liar tonight.”

A smile creeps up on you, “Like you would know when I’m lying.”

You feel the sharp breath he sucks in, his hands retreating from your skin, settling god knows where. You can hear the sly smile painted on his cheeks as he says, “I know more than you think I do.”

Your eyes widen again, smile gone, heart positively sinking to your ass. Lips pursing, you try to keep your cool, “Then why did you ask?”

“I can feel you twitching, you know,” he’s still smiling, words coated in amusement before his bite returns, “Your eyes are everywhere but on the screen, I can see your thoughts, but I’ll ask you one more time. What are you thinking about?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, glancing down at Mingi who looks up at you with eyes that tell you to Say it.

“Last Saturday,” you mumble, heat warming your skin, gaze returning to the screen, “Wondering when we’ll do it again.”

There’s a pause between the three of you, the air in the room shifting, charged with desire, with a question.

“What else do you want to try?” He asks, uneasiness cutting through his words, less confidence than he usually spoke with. You glance down at Mingi again and his doe eyes stare up at you with nothing. You were on your own this time.

“Um,” you think back to the research you did with Mingi, the things on your list, everything left to try. You could feel the heat in your ears, nerves of being put on the spot, of having to say something so blunt to the man who’s tried it all. “Maybe something a little more intense this time… Maybe… Bondage? Something of the sort?”

Yunho’s eyebrows raised, he wasn’t expecting that. A shiver runs down his spine at the mental image of you and Mingi splayed out on the bed, arms bound behind your backs, looking up at him with those fucking eyes that begged for more. How you two looked at him hasn’t left his mind once, his last thought before bed, coming to him mid-day to torture him, knowing he couldn’t experience it again in good conscience.

He pushes a cool breath through freshly licked lips, his hips shifting beneath him without his mind allowing it. You turn your head, finally looking up at him, and Yunho’s breath is sucked from his lungs entirely. That look was going to drive him insane.

“No?” Your eyebrows are raised, lips curled into the slightest of pouts, hair sprawled out around your head in a halo.

He runs his tongue over his teeth, blinking, scouring his brain for words. “I,” he pauses, eyes drifting to the screen ahead of him, “I think you and Mingi would do really well with bondage. I could explain how.”

Mingi’s looking up at him now too, a furrow in his brow, a glint of disappointment in his eyes. Fuck. Yunho has always prided himself in his self restraint, his ability to say no, but you two… His world had been flipped upside down in one week's time.

“Me and Mingi?” You ask, eyebrows knitted together, blinking in question. “As in, alone?”

“Well, all of this is for you two to learn, isn’t it?” Yunho’s head falls to the side, words slipping off his tongue, no longer able to think before he speaks.

Mingi’s mouth opens and then closes, glancing at you before returning his gaze to Yunho, “Well, yeah, but…”

“See how much you’ve learned, then,” Yunho redirects his attention to the screen, the movie forgotten. “I can explain, give you pointers, show you what’s safe. You’ll be fine.”

He wills his face not to move. He knows it’s unsafe, giving you the bare minimum and letting you fend for yourselves, but he cannot, in good will, share your bed again. He can’t let it go any further. Being put between a rock and a hard place can’t begin to describe the feeling of doom in his gut.

You and Mingi share a long stare, he can see it from his peripherals, but all you do is mumble a soft Okay before settling over his thigh again.

He feels guilty. He should be ignoring his feelings, laying them to the side so he can show you what you asked of him. You need his help, he made a big show of being the one you asked, he knows you have no one else.

At the end of the day, your relationship, his friendship with the two of you is what’s most important. He can go home and fist his cock to the idea of you and Mingi bound before him, but he cannot, and will not let it happen before his eyes.

“He said to tie it like this, right? It’s not too tight?” Mingi sits back on his legs with furrowed brows, bottom lip sucked between his teeth after he observed the necktie he fastened around your wrists, bound behind your back.

“I can’t see it, I don’t know if it’s right,” you bend your arms to test your restraint and it feels roomy, probably looser than it should be, “It doesn’t feel too tight, but I think if I pulled hard enough I could get out.”

The two of you on your knees atop your mattress, naked and horny, you took the advice Yunho had given you and attempted to put it to use. Mingi purses his lips, “Well, what if you just don’t pull hard enough?”

A laugh escapes you, head falling backward, God you fucking loved him. “The whole point of being tied up so I can’t get out, Mingi, even if I want to.”

He pushes a breath through his lips, crawling behind you again, “Okay, lemme try again.”

Your jaw clenches, this already wasn’t off to a great start, but when you said bondage you were under the impression that the very experienced Yunho would be the one tying you up. You tried not to bask in your disappointment of being rejected, being only two days after the No happened, so instead you and Mingi decided to do what he suggested: Try it out yourselves.

The both of you felt unsteady this time, this was more than being slapped around, heavier than a palm around your throat. This was a performance, something that took research, guidance, everything you were looking for in Yunho.

But he said no.

So, back to your romance novels, websites, articles upon articles on top of the mental list you kept of what Yunho said to do. You and Mingi even contemplated you being the one to tie him up, but he insisted that he wanted to be the dominant role tonight, he wanted you at his complete mercy.

Rushed, yes. But it felt necessary to do it now.

You stare at the ceiling as your wrists are toyed with behind you, listening as Mingi mumbles to himself, speaking the steps to tie a Handcuff Knot out loud. A few minutes later, he released a satisfied sound from behind you, “Okay, try that.”

You wiggle your wrists around, definitely tighter, and nothing hurts. You turn your head, relief washing over you, “Feels perfect, good job, baby.”

“Thank God,” he lets out a sigh of relief, crawling back around you, “If that didn’t work, I might have given up.”

“Please kiss me or something,” your voice reveals your desperation clearly, “I’m about to lose it.”

He smiles, without a word he lifts himself on his knees to press his lips to yours, palms immediately coming up to cup your cheeks. You immediately moan into it, especially when his chest presses against yours, the contact after sitting, naked, waiting for so long.

His hands fall down to your chest, to your waist, hands skimming over your skin as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down softly. You whine, chasing him, hands already tugging at your restraints, wanting to feel him. He pushes you back by your waist, your body crumpling over your arms behind your back, knees still bent and now spread.

He smiles, more devilish than anything as he looks you up and down, eyes zeroing in on your pulsing center. “I think I could get used to this.”

You whimper from the mattress, thighs twitching, “Please touch me, Min.”

His hands fall to your thighs, fingers dancing over your skin, light touches that don’t do anything but fill your gut with frustration. He ignores your request, “So spread out for me, you’re so flexible. It doesn’t hurt with your knees like that?”

Heat floods you, slight embarrassment at the question, your voice comes out sharp. “The only thing that hurts is my pussy that you’re not touching.”

“Ah,” he smacks his lips together, “We can’t have that, can we?”

He lays his palms over your knees and your back arches at the warmth, at the weight of his hands, and he slides them upward as if his limbs were made of molasses. When you whine, he smiles, eyes meeting yours, “You think complaining is gonna make me move any faster?”

The restraints prick at the skin of your wrists, emitting a heat that you weren’t completely sure was from the arousal burning through your blood. Your hips buck into his hands, voice hungry, “I’ll stop.”

His hands glide further, laying over your hipbones, pressing down and you immediately hiss. You grind your teeth together, shifting your shoulders to get some pressure off your wrists, hips pressing up into his hands.

He pops a brow as he lifts his hands, still ghosting over your skin but not adding pressure, “You good?”

You let your shoulders fall back to the mattress and your wrists ache. You shake your head, knowing something isn’t right, “Untie me.”

“It hurts?” He asks as he scoops an arm under your back, immediately flipping you over.

You nod into the mattress, voice strained, “I think it’s too tight, I’m not sure.”

He straddles your ass, half hard cock poking at your cheeks, his hands making quick work at the knot on your back, “I knew we shouldn’t have done this, I felt it.”

“We both wanted to,” you try to reassure him, knowing guilt was already piling up, “And you tied it correctly. It will take time to figure out what’s right, Min, it’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal?” He reiterates, and you just know his eyebrows are in his hairline, baffled that you just said those words. He continues working at the knot, “What if I was fucking you, and I was too in it to read your body language. What if you got seriously hurt?”

“Mingi, I would have told you to untie me, you wouldn’t have to read my body language,” once your wrists loosen at your back he lets you push yourself up, turning over to sit, already rubbing your wrists, “It’s a part of the process.”

He’s shaking his head when he enters your view, “He should be here. He would have done it safely, he knows how to do it—”

“He’s not here,” you reach forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands, “It’s you and me.”

He finally lets his eyes meet yours and they’re swirling with guilt and regret, his cheeks pink, lips swollen and pouting. “I don’t want to do that again.”

You nod, even if your heart cracks at the seams, “Then we won’t do it again.”

“But you want this,” he shakes his head in your hands, eyes glossed over, “You want it.”

“If it’s not something you’re comfortable with then I don’t want it,” your voice comes out sharp, “Period, end of story.”

He holds your eye for a second before his hand lays over your own, pulling it away from his face to press kisses to your open palm. You watch as he travels up to your wrist, flipping your arm over to press his lips to every inch of skin that was bound by the necktie. A small smile warms your cheeks as he does the same to your other arm, lips pressing against the circumference of your forearm, eyes glassy and face sad.

“I want what you want,” he says earnestly, laying his cheek in your palm again, “I’m so fucking terrified that I might hurt you, this is so much different than choking you, or saying mean shit. You can’t move.”

You nod, chest aching, taking his feelings in and letting them settle. “I know, I understand.”

“I’m calling him,” he says with so much certainty there isn’t room for you to argue.

But your eyes still nearly bulge out of your head, jaw dropping, “To say what?!”

“That we need his help,” his eyes fall to your knees, sounding defeated. He looks back up to you again, “He can show me.”

You blink at him, hand dropping from his cheek, in awe or bewilderment, you weren’t sure. “Do you think… Are you sure?”

“I want what you want,” he says sternly, hands planted on your knees, “I want to do this, I want to do it right. I want him to show me.”

The next night you sit atop your mattress again, not only with Mingi at the foot of the bed, but Yunho beside him. Mingi called his best friend himself, a conversation you weren’t a part of, he kept it private, between the two of them only.

You didn’t press any further, if he was keeping it to himself there must be a reason and you trust him wholeheartedly. So you didn’t act surprised when Yunho arrived at your apartment straight from work, slacks on his legs, a button down hugging his torso. You didn’t question a thing when he sat down at your kitchen table while you and Mingi finished up making dinner, instead you set a plate in front of him, water only for the table, and the three of you ate like this was normal.

Before dinner was over you nearly forgot what the night was ending with, because the way the three of you talked, laughed and bantered over a meal had you convinced this was normal. Like the seat Yunho occupied at your kitchen table was and always has been his.

The bag he brought with him sat in the navy blue chair in the corner of your bedroom, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his pants bunched up around his thighs. You sat in nothing but a big tee, hair bundled up atop your head, eyes sliding back and forth as the two of them discussed like you weren’t present.

“You remembered how I showed you though, right?” Yunho asked, “It was just tied too tight?”

Mingi runs his hands over his face, “It was too tight if it was even tied correctly, I tried three different times.”

Yunho finally turns to you, including you in the conversation, “Did the tie feel comfortable?”

“At first,” you tilt your head in unease, “Then it started burning and it was uncomfortable.”

“The scene wasn’t set,” Mingi interjects, frustration clear in his voice like he was relieving himself of a burden, “I wasn’t sure how to tie it and I made her wait until I got it right, it wasn’t a sexy atmosphere. I was overwhelmed, uneducated and insecure, it was too much, too quick.”

Your eyebrows raise along with the hair on your arms, he said none of this to you so bluntly. Guilt sits in your gut, heavy and sour, the feeling that you pushed him into something poking at your conscience. Maybe that was part of the reason he kept his conversation with Yunho private.

“That’s my fault,” Yunho drops his head, “I shouldn’t have told you to do it on your own. I should have properly taught you, like you asked me to do in the first place.”

“Are you sure you want this?” Your voice comes out small, eyeing your boyfriend, embarrassment and guilt settling over you like a dark cloud. “You said it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much,” Mingi answers too quickly for your liking. “It’s not, I promise. I’m just frustrated that I can’t do what you want me to do.”

Your lips part, but Yunho cuts you off. “You want to be perfect the first time around, I understand what you mean. That isn’t realistic though, Min, this takes time to learn, to practice.”

Mingi runs a hand through his hair, his voice cracking as he says, “It’s not just what happened yesterday, I’m frustrated.”

“I don’t want it to feel that way,” your bottom lip curls, “I don’t want you to feel pressure, I want it to feel fun for you.”

Yunho puts a hand on Mingi’s shoulder and your boyfriend’s head lifts to meet his eye, “I understand, I’ve been through it. Wanting so badly to please your partner and be everything they were imagining, to be everything you were imagining yourself. Give yourself grace, Mingi.”

Yunho turns to you, “Same thing goes for you when you’re topping him. It’s not easy.”

You nod, but this isn’t about you. You look at Mingi again, trying to ignore your heart cracking in your chest at the sight of him, “We don’t need to do all the things, Min.”

“I want to do them all,” he finally looks at you, and you can see the flush of honesty in his pupils that he means it. He turns to Yunho again, “But I need your help to do them properly.”

Yunho gives him a small smile, “That’s what I’m here for.” He slides off the bed, walking to the bag he left in the corner of your room, picking it up and then tossing it on the mattress between you. “I brought some stuff, but I think to make everyone feel at ease, we’ll go with bondage tape for today.”

He sits on the bed beside Mingi, unzipping the bag and pulling out a roll of… Duct tape? Electrical tape?

“It’s made of PVC material,” he holds it up in his hand, and you shift closer to look at the black roll of tape, “It only sticks to itself, it doesn’t leave residue, doesn’t stick to your hair. It’s flexible enough to where it will fit snugly, but it won’t pinch or hit pressure points, and it can be removed or reapplied on a whim.”

He turns the roll of tape in his hands like it’s a fidget toy, “It’s good for beginners, and it can double as a blindfold too, or even a gag if you want to try that. Here, it’s yours.”

You catch the roll in your hands, feeling the slippery material, eyeing the shine of the tape. “This is pretty cool,” you raise your eyebrows, “Seems safer.”

You toss it to Mingi who immediately peels it from the roll, stretching it between his fingers, “Wish I knew this existed yesterday.”

Yunho’s lips form a line, “That’s seriously my fault, I’m sorry.” He reaches into his bag again, pulling out a pair of scissors encased in leather, “I always keep these on hand, just in case my partner needs to be cut out quickly. I’ll put them off to the side.”

He reaches to lay them on your nightstand, then sits back with his calf beneath him. “Have you ever broken any bones, or have any injuries, any part of your body feeling sore or just not right?”

“I broke my toe when I was like six years old on a trampoline,” you answer simply, shrugging. Mingi snorts, a smile finally reappearing on his lips. A smile grows on your lips at the sound, “Other than that, no.”

“Is there anywhere on your body I should steer clear from, not restrain in any way?”

“I’m cool with my wrists or ankles being bound for today,” you say, and Yunho nods along, his eyes bouncing between you and Mingi to make sure your boyfriend was listening.

“I’m sure these are all things you know already,” Yunho says to Mingi who nods his agreement, “But these are the kinds of questions I ask before playing with a new partner or with a current partner, for safety reasons and to know exactly what they want.”

Mingi is still nodding before he asks, “And this doesn’t take away from it not feeling… Sexy?”

“There’s nothing sexier than consent,” Yunho smiles, “Asking for it continuously throughout the process, too. You’ll see.” He turns to you again, “You remember the stoplight system? I’ll be asking for your color.”

You nod rapidly, anticipation now kissing your skin, “Kiwi for a full stop, too.”

“I remember,” he says softly as he moves his bag to the floor, hitting the hardwood with a thump that told you it wasn’t empty. You wondered what else was inside, if there were toys, more things to bind you with. Knowing Yunho, it could be anything.

He shifts to sit in front of you on the bed and the movement tears your eyes away from the bag on the floor back up to him, the same feeling from the farmers market beats in your chest. It was a different need than what you felt the first time around, more intense, like Yunho was an indulgence, a treat you’ve been waiting for.

Your eyes slide to Mingi and his pupils are already dilated at your closeness before you and Yunho had even touched. Excitement joins adrenaline in your veins, your lips curling up at the corners, your body moving toward Yunho with nothing but greed on your mind.

“Hi,” his voice is soft, not sharpened with control just yet. “Miss me?”

Your smile turns lopsided, eyes rolling, “A little, I guess.”

He raises his eyebrows as a smirk plays on his lips, moving close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheeks, “A little? You guess?”

Minty. Him. “I saw you three days ago.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” his voice shifts, thick with arousal as he bends down closer to your ear, “Did you miss my hands on you?”

You suck in a breath through your teeth, his words tickling the shell of your ear, a shiver running down your spine. He smiles, “Thought so.”

He presses his lips just below your ear and your neck immediately bends back, chin tipping upward, a high pitched, breathy noise escaping you. “Missed this,” he whispers into your skin, his hand coming up to hold the opposite side of your head, holding you steady, “The way you taste.”

He works down the column of your neck, lips sucking at your skin where you responded to it, never hard enough to leave a mark. “Then why didn’t you come when we asked?” You asked, adrenaline and lust pounding beneath your skin, you could feel your heartbeat everywhere as his hands traveled down your waist, under your shirt.

“Because this,” you gasp as he hikes your tee over your head, “Is trouble.”

Your eyes stay locked on him, attaching his lips to your collar bone as your stomach drops, his hands feeling every inch of skin available to him. Still in his button up and slacks, the feeling of being exposed only aided in the pulse between your thighs.

Trouble.

Your hands moved before you could think about it, fingers working at the buttons on his chest while he kissed back up to your jawline, you whimpered as his teeth grazed over your skin. He finally kissed you as you pulled his shirt off his shoulders, hands immediately grabbing onto them for purchase, pushing upward on your knees to crawl into his lap.

He smiles into the kiss, “Seems like you missed me more than a little.”

“Shut up,” you bite, hands already tugging at the hem of the white tank he wore, wanting it off. Needing him as bare before you as you were him.

He pulls away, eyebrows raised, an amused smile on his lips. “Is that how you speak to me?”

“You said I’m trouble,” you shrug, looking up at him through your lashes, “Might as well get into some.”

His smile turns wicked, vile, staring at you as if he was cooking up everything he was about to do to you. It makes your skin burn, a fire threatening to burn the hairs off your arm, thrill racing through your entire being.

He’s quick to get you on your back, smashing his lips into yours with force, letting his tongue slip into your mouth like he was stealing something from you. You arch into him, arms thrown around his neck, a leg hooking over his back. He grabs your arms from around his neck in a fast motion, holding them above your head, but never breaking the kiss once.

You laugh, a light, airy giggle that slipped through your lips without thought. Your eyes open when he puts a centimeter of space between you, and an endless pit of black stares back at you. Oh, he did not like that.

A brow raises, “You think it's funny?”

You tilt your jaw up, smile still playing on your lips, eyes low. A challenge. “If I do?”

His neck snaps, eyeing Mingi beside him, voice harsh, “Hand me the tape.”

Mingi scrambles to get the roll in his hands, eyes blinking as if Yunho tore him out of a trance, bending forward to hand him the tape quickly. Yunho pushes your leg off his hips, crawling over your torso, grabbing your wrists above your head with one of his hands.

He peels it off the roll with his teeth, rolling it around your wrists three times before biting the tape to rip it off the roll, throwing it off to the side. He looks down at you, “How’s it feel?”

“Secure,” you say just above a whisper, wiggling your wrists around in the binding, “Not too tight.”

He was right. It isn’t pulling on the hairs on your arms, it isn’t moving, it has a slight stretch to it. It isn’t cutting into you, or pressing in a weird way. It feels good.

“Color?” he asks, holding one of your forearms.

“Green.”

“Good. Turn over.”

You blink for a moment, stomach dropping to your ass again. This was real, it was happening, you were being tied up properly after successfully pissing him off– You were in for it.

“Now.”

He shuffles off your torso, letting your wrists fall, and you use them to turn your body over, laying flat on your stomach, wrists tucked into your chest. He was still clothed, tank and slacks, while the only thing you had on was a pair of Mingi’s boxers. Your body burned.

“You watching?” Yunho asks Mingi as he tucks his hands beneath your waistband, tugging them down harshly.

You assume Mingi nods from his lack of an answer as Yunho pulls your thighs over his, rendering you bound bare before him. Mingi groans as Yunho’s hands smooth up the backs of your thighs, using his thumbs to spread. You can’t hold back the gasp that escapes you.

“Soaked,” he taunts, “I haven’t even touched you.”

“Please touch me,” you beg, feeling dazed already. You turn your head the opposite way so Mingi is in your view and his eyes are locked in at your core, his hand lazily thrown over his sweats, head tilted in awe.

A huff of amusement passes through Yunho’s lips before a harsh smack lands on your ass. You cry out a curse, completely unexpecting the strike, attempting to shuffle away from him. He grabs you by the hips before you could move, “Color?”

“Green,” you whimper, blood boiling beneath your skin. “Again.”

He lands another, making you curse again, and the third smack against your ass makes you moan. Yunho laughs, “I think the only way to punish you is to not touch you.”

Your neck cranes backward and he’s barely in your peripherals when you cry, “Don’t do that, please don’t do that.”

“You’re easy to tame,” he snickers, hands rubbing where he had just hit you, palms smooth and comforting. “Big talk to submit that quickly, don’t you think?”

Your core is aching, pulsing over his lap, chest heaving against the mattress. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, “Please do something, touch me, something.”

He doesn’t answer, instead he lets his fingers dance over the curve of your ass, knuckles ghosting over your slit before they press at your clit. You cry out, legs spreading further, hips moving backward into him.

“Look at that,” you see his hand out of your peripherals as he stretches it out to Mingi, “Taste.”

You moan as Mingi leans forward, grabbing Yunho’s wrist, tongue slipping from between his lips to lap at his knuckles, his eyes big and glossed over as he stares at Yunho while doing it.

You feel him beneath you now, cock stiff in his slacks and it’s the reminder that he gets off on this that has your head going fuzzy, hips grinding downward onto him. Another slap lands on your ass, less harsh than the others, “I’ll leave you here, bound and untouched while I fuck your boyfriend, pretty girl. Don’t forget that I’m teaching, doing you both a favor.”

“Fuck,” you huff out, “Please do something Yunho, fuck.”

He doesn’t respond, but you watch his tank hit your comforter, thrown from where he sat. He lifts you on your knees, your head on the mattress supporting the weight of you as he shifts, the crinkling noise of his pants hitting the hardwood floor the only sound in the room.

“No,” he finally answers, sliding off the bed. You move on command, knees buckling beneath you so you could sit, looking at Yunho with wide eyes. He stands beside the bed, briefs on his hips, torso bared with his shoulders straight. He points down to the floor, jaw locked, “Earn it.”

Your knees pressed to the hardwood without a second thought, bound wrists reaching for his briefs, shimmying them down his thighs until his cock springs up against his pelvis. Your breath is shattered at the sight of him, the reminder how big he is, how he felt inside you. Your gut swirls with need, mouth watering, eyelids fluttering.

“Cockslut,” he shakes his head, voice venomous, “Forgot how hungry you get for it. Impress me.”

Hard, red and leaking with precum, you use one hand to guide him between your lips, letting your wrists fall between your thighs. You flatten out your tongue to take him in your mouth, no teasing, instead pushing him down your throat until your nose meets the tuft of hair at the base of him, gagging on command.

One of his hands immediately reaches for your scalp, a harsh gasp escaping him as he holds you there, his hips stuttering. The noise shoots confidence through you, the sharp pain of his fingers in your hair making your eyes roll back, bobbing your head along his length, working up a rhythm.

You’ve never given head without your hands– It was damn near impossible with Mingi, his length gagging you at the halfway point, but you had something to prove. Tears rimmed your eyes as you took him as deep as you could, staring at him through your lashes as his brows furrowed, lips parted, staring down at you with such lust it made your stomach curl with need.

You moaned around the length of him making him groan and oh god you were going to lose it if something wasn’t inside you soon. You took him as deep as you could with each bob of your head, willing your gag reflex to relax, for your throat to open up. You breathed through your nose as you hollowed out your cheeks, taking him impossibly deeper, forcing his cock to the back of your throat and the reaction was worth the tears streaming down your cheeks.

A low moan, harsh and grumbled as if it forced its way through his chest, your thighs tightened. You bobbed your head faster, keeping your tongue flat against the underside of him, sucking harder. He tugs at your hair, “Fuck, baby, just like that. Make me cum.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, keeping your rhythm, knees aching against the hardwood. He moans again when he hits the back of your throat, holding you there, his hips thrusting forward. Your eyes shoot open, keeping your head still, opening your mouth wider, an invitation. One received well, he holds your head steady with one hand as he fucks into your mouth, low groans leaving his lips one after another, “Fuck, yes, so fucking good. Gonna paint that pretty face white, yeah?”

You moan around his length, core pulsing, aching with need. His hips stutter, and then he pulls out, fist wrapping around his cock. You stick your tongue out, watching as he cums, as his stomach clenches while ropes of white land on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

You smile, tongue licking around your mouth, bound wrists coming up to wipe at your face, licking his release off your fingers. He bends down, arms hooking under your armpits, throwing you onto the bed in one quick motion.

You made a noise of surprise as your back hit the mattress, legs spreading as Yunho slots himself between them, immediately eyeing Mingi. “See that? Tamed.”

You couldn’t see that Mingi wasn’t smiling, or that his brain had gone elsewhere. Your eyes were on Yunho’s fist wrapped around his cock, stroking it until he was hard again, a quick feat that had your mouth watering all over again.

“I’m taking you with no prep,” he pins your hands over your head, “What’s your color?”

“So fucking green,” you respond, voice winded, thick and hazy.

Then he’s prodding at your entrance, pulling a moan straight from your gut, the feeling of something touching you after waiting so long, nearly overwhelming. He sheathes himself in one quick motion, your slick allowing him, your body pliant and open.

He groans, “So fucking tight, baby,” then he looks up to Mingi, balls deep inside you, “Do you even fuck her?”

“Every day,” Mingi says, his voice low, cracked. You don’t think anything of it, mind too full of Yunho, of how he was effectively splitting you open. Your wrists hit the top of your head, shoulders bent, eyes screwed shut.

Then he moves. You cry when he pulls out, even louder when he pushes all the way back in, immediately working into a rhythm so perfect it renders you silent.

His hands tuck under your thighs, pushing them forward, “Quiet now? When you’re finally getting what you want?”

A small noise escapes you with each following thrust, mind too fuzzy to make words, the feeling of him everywhere sending you somewhere else. Yunho chuckles, “Don’t tell me you’ve gone dumb, pretty. We just got started.”

You don’t respond, eyes opening just to roll backwards when he pushes your thighs further, angling your hips so his cock hits that spot inside you. You wail, wrists coming down from your head to grab at his chest, but he grabs them mid-motion, pushing them back over your head, forcing himself deeper.

It felt like he was breaking you open– ruthless in the way he fucked you, the sound of skin slapping taking over the entire room, this was Yunho. You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks nor did you hear the sounds leaving your lips, you could only feel him in your tummy, the stretch in your hamstrings, it all bled into earth-shattering pleasure.

Your legs stayed spread as he used his other hand to rub at your clit, a pit immediately pooling in your stomach, the one thought in your mind repeating. He laughs again, “Are you saying what I think you're saying?”

Your eyes open, your mouth already moving, aware of the sweat on your skin. “Thank you,” you manage, stuttering, lip quivering.

“Fuck,” his head dips down, a moan escaping him, “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you cry, the pit in your tummy growing, right on the edge, pressure beneath your skin.

“Go ahead,” he urges, “You earned it, baby. Cum around my cock.”

Your toes curl, head digging into the mattress, hands curling into fists as the pressure blows. Your whole body clenches, orgasm coming in waves of heavy pleasure, long and dragged out as he fucks you through it, mind effortlessly blank.

“Shit,” he curses, hips stuttering against yours, “So fucking tight, I’m not lasting.”

Your breathing is heavy, staggered as his hips lose their rhythm, as Yunho loses his control. As if he was holding on to the last shred of it, he pulls out, fisting his cock again to paint your core, pelvis and tummy with cum, groans escaping him as his head tips back.

Your chest is heaving, covered in sweat and cum, eyes closed. Exhaustion consumes you, floating somewhere in a cloud of pleasure, body buzzing with everything you had just done. You barely register Yunho cutting the tape off your wrists, not until he’s saying something do you realize your ability to hear had left you momentarily.

“--Educational,” you catch the end of his sentence, eyes blinking open just as he looks down at you. He’s beside you in a second, wiping your hair off your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Welcome back.”

You mumble a noise, still coated in sweet pleasure like you hadn’t fully come down yet. Yunho smiles, “How you feeling?”

You try to swallow, mouth dry and throat scratchy, “Need water.”

There’s a bottle pressed to your lips, by Yunho or your boyfriend you weren’t sure.

Mingi.

Your eyes shoot open. “Min,” your hand flies out and smacks him right in the chest, relief washing over you as he comes into view, a warm smile on his cheeks that doesn’t reach his eyes.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Why don’t we get you into the bath?”

You immediately frown, the thought of walking there, sitting there, soaking. You ached to sleep. Mingi’s smile grows more genuine now, “At least a quick one to get you clean, I’ll carry you there. You and Yunho can talk while you’re in there, then you can sleep.”

You nod slowly, defeat clear on your face.

Mingi feels foul as he scoops you into his arms, covered in sweat and spit and cum, knowing he wasn’t the one that put any of it there. He feels detached as he sits you on the toilet, filling the tub in silence, scared to speak a word. Of what would come out of his mouth. Now wasn’t the time. Not like this.

What he had just witnessed– it was more than educational, he knew that in his soul. You and Yunho… The love of his life and his best friend, his heart fucking ached. It ached knowing that he would never be able to do that to you, put you in that headspace, making you a silent, spaced-out mess. Mingi thinks you didn’t even know your name ten minutes ago.

He’s never done that to you. He isn’t sure if he ever will.

The thought makes him sick.

Insecurity consumes him.

He helps you into the water, washes your face with a washcloth, scrubs shampoo in your hair until the dried cum breaks down into bubbles. He bites his lip the entire time, your eyes softly closed as he takes care of you, completely unaware that he was spiraling.

“Min,” Yunho places a hand on his shoulder and he closes his eyes, sucking down a breath. “I wanna talk to her before she falls asleep. Can I finish?”

Mingi nods, standing up, grabbing a dry towel to wipe his hands. Yunho stops him before he leaves the bathroom, a heavy hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Yunho’s eyes are clear. He’s staring at Mingi like he knows, because he probably does, he’s been able to read Mingi like the back of his hand for years. But Mingi lies anyway.

He nods with his lips in a line, “I’m fine.”

Yunho stares at him for a second before responding, “Okay.”

Mingi grabs his phone on his way out to the living room, immediately pulling up a random social media, sitting down on the couch to get his mind anywhere else. He can still hear you moaning as he scrolls, he can see the glint in Yunho’s eye, he’s still watching Yunho break you apart like it was happening in front of him.

His stomach aches. He will never be the one to do that to you. The only thing he learned tonight was the solidification of his own shortcomings.

He throws his phone beside him, the edges of his palms rubbing at his eyes. He wished he could be Yunho, with his confidence, his experience, he wants to be the one to make you stupid. Jealousy wraps around him like a suffocating hug, he opens his eyes slowly, just to see the How To book thrown on his coffee table from yesterday.

He lays down on the couch, assuming at this point Yunho will just sleep next to you in your shared bed. At this point, he deserves the spot. He was the one that pleased you, that brought you to release, he did what Mingi couldn’t.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, brain whirling, replaying what happened earlier.

He doesn’t hear your bedroom door close softly, nor the footsteps approaching him.

“Mingi,” Yunho whispers, bent down next to him, unsure if he was asleep.

Mingi’s eyes peel open, he takes a good look at his best friend dressed in his clothes, and then he closes them. “Go sleep in there with her.”

“We can both go in there and go to sleep,” Yunho sits down on the floor, arms stretched over his knees, “After you talk to me about what’s bothering you.”

Mingi opens one eye. “Nothing’s bothering me.”

Yunho tilts his head, looking at Mingi like he knows, and it’s pointless for him to deny it. Mingi tries to hold on to his last layer of dignity, he’s lost his ability to please his girlfriend, and now he has to lose his pride?

“You felt left out?” Yunho asks, voice light but concerned.

Mingi mumbles, “I wasn’t included in the first place.”

Yunho swallows, stretching his arms behind his back to hold him up. “She loves you. That was just a fantasy.”

Mingi is sure his stomach is in his boxers. He sits up on the couch, grabbing his phone, “A fantasy I’ll never be able to fulfill.”

“Mingi, isn’t that why I’m here?” Yunho asks, leaning forward in an attempt to get Mingi’s eyes on him. He scrolls on his phone, not looking up, not answering. Yunho raises his voice, clearer now, “To show you how. To help you fulfill it, same for her with you.”

Mingi looks up, eyes widened, jaw locked. His breathing shows his temper, quick and heavy, frustration zapping through his limbs, “You think any of that was showing me? That’s a stupid excuse for you to fuck my girlfriend in front of my face.”

Yunho shrinks where he sits. Immediate consequence for doing something he said he wasn’t going to. His cheeks redden as he frantically shakes his head, “Mingi that is not what that was.”

“Really?” Mingi raises his brows, a smile that was nothing short of sarcastic tugging on his lips, “I called you and laid my heart on the line.” His lip quivers, voice cracking, the facade fading all at once, “I handed you every ounce of pride in my body and you just shattered all of it.”

Yunho is quick on his feet, moving to the couch, his heart leading him directly next to his best friend, “I’m sorry.”

Mingi keeps his head low, shaking his head. Yunho puts his hand on Mingi’s thigh, squeezing it, inching forward. His voice is quieter, shallow with guilt, “I don’t know how to do this, either. The lines already feel blurred.”

Mingi tilts his head, looking at Yunho through his peripherals, “Blurred?”

“It’s like I don’t have control,” Yunho’s heart jumps, swallowing down his unease, handing Mingi the key to his locked lips. “The night I slept with you both, I… I can’t stop thinking about it. I told myself I wouldn’t fuck you again because I’m not sure if I can hold myself back. But you called, so I did, and I couldn’t hold back. This is all my fault, and I take full responsibility for making you feel this way.”

“I thought you didn’t have any interest in sleeping with us again,” Mingi’s voice is filled with disbelief, turning his head to face him fully, “That’s why I called and begged.”

“She loves you,” Yunho reiterates, voice sharpened with truth, “And you love her. I’m nothing, just your ‘teacher.’ If I was fucking you to show her, it would have happened the same way.”

Mingi blinks, his words sinking in. His best friend wants him, too. Not just you. He wants both of you. His mouth waters, realizing the closeness he shared with Yunho, how his face was mere inches away. He could smell his own body wash, eyes dropping to his own tee shirt hung loosely on Yunho’s shoulders, his sweatpants tucked beneath his body as Yunho sat curled next to him.

A question lays deep in his gut, a terrifying wonder, if he asks it, he’ll be exposing himself in a way he can never come back from. He meets Yunho’s gaze and he then notices the sadness, the guilt, the want. Mingi whispers, “Do you think she’ll leave me if I can’t do it?”

Yunho frowns, his heart cracking, “She’d burn me alive if she knew you were feeling this way right now. I think she’d rather die than live a life that didn’t have you in it.”

Mingi smiles, small but full of hope because he knows Yunho’s right. He’s never doubted your loyalty, your love for him, because he’s never had to— tonight wasn’t going to change that.

Yunho smiles too, because the two of you are his best friends, and he wants you happy. Whether that happiness included him or not.

“Let’s go to bed,” Yunho offers quietly, squeezing the hand that still sat on Mingi’s thigh, “The three of us can talk about it in the morning.”

Mingi’s eyes stay trained where Yunho’s hand lays on his leg, his palm feeling warm, comforting. Long fingers, faintly blue veins running up his wrist, he didn’t want to go to bed. Not yet.

Yunho can feel the air shift, he sees the smooth, heavy breath Mingi takes in the expansion of his chest. His eyes flicker up to his best friend’s face, “Unless you aren’t tired yet.”

Mingi’s eyes meet his, deep chocolate, full of warmth and subtle desperation. Yunho caused this, he can fix it. His hand slides upward, and Mingi’s breath catches in his throat. Yunho’s other hand stretches forward, landing on Mingi’s cheek, and his chest tightens when his best friend melts into his touch. So pliant, so giving, arousal floods Yunho as if he didn’t just cum twice thirty minutes ago.

“I’m not tired yet,” Mingi whispers, looking at Yunho through his lashes, hips shifting beneath him. His brain short circuits, all the sadness and self-deprecation seemed long ago, his girlfriend fast asleep behind a closed door. It was his turn.

Mingi leans in first, catching Yunho’s lips between his own and the world around him seems to reset. His hands are on Yunho’s cheeks, his chest pressed flat to his, tongue in his mouth, brain muddled with thoughts of only Yunho.

Yunho’s hands found his waist, immediately trailing beneath his shirt, hands traveling up his waist, feeling his soft skin compared to the strength lying beneath, Mingi’s body was dizzying. Comfort and a promise all in one, Yunho kept himself close, letting his tongue sink into Mingi’s mouth until Mingi left him panting.

“I can’t go again,” Yunho whispers, barely breaking the kiss, his lips still touching Mingi’s.

Mingi smiles into him, “I know the feeling, she’s unbelievable."

They get lost in lips again, hands tugging in locks, hips rutting against each other after Yunho pushes him back onto the couch. Yunho licks down Mingi’s neck, sucking a mark into the base just above his collarbone and Mingi sucks in a sharp intake of breath, fists grabbing Yunho’s shirt, tugging it over his head.

A desperate mess, the two of them, no time to stop, not enough breath for words. Mingi’s hand reaches for his cock, half hard in his sweats and Yunho chokes, head sinking into his chest.

Mingi smiles, “You can go again.”

Yunho shakes his head, “Your turn.”

He’s kissing down Mingi’s abdomen before he has time to protest, tee hiked up to his pecs, leaving his torso bare and open for Yunho to taste. Thumbs in his waistband, Yunho didn’t want to tease, didn’t want to hear Mingi beg.

He wanted him singing into his ear, a song of pleasure, of praise. Yunho didn’t feel like himself— sinking into unknown territory, this loss of control, this eagerness flooding his nervous system. He couldn’t acknowledge it, not with Mingi’s cock in front of his eyes, so fucking hard and leaking Yunho’s mouth watered.

Mingi moaned as Yunho licked up the underside of him, lips wrapping around his tip, tongue flicking at the slit that oozed precum. Mingi bucked his hips, whiney and desperate, fists curling into the couch cushions beneath him.

Yunho took him slowly, a hand wrapped around the base of him, the other sliding up and down his thigh. Mingi’s hands found Yunho’s hair and he looked up at him through his lashes, the sight left his hips rutting against the couch. Eyes rolled back, chin tipped upward, lips parted, sweat kissing his brows, Mingi would always be a sight for sore eyes but this might take the cake. Uncontrolled, raw, body twitching with pleasure, Yunho had never thought Mingi so beautiful.

“Faster,” Mingi pleaded, a raspy sound, “Please.”

Yunho took him fully, lips meeting his own hand, working his mouth and his fingers in rhythm, a quick twist as his grip tightened around him. Mingi covered his mouth with his hand, eyebrows twisting together as the other pushed Yunho deeper onto his cock by his hair, controlling his pace.

Yunho let his eyes close, allowing Mingi to use him, his mouth, wanting to feel him empty himself down his throat. His hips dug into the couch with each bounce of his head, the feeling of his throat so full, of knowing he was giving Mingi pleasure, it revived him tenfold.

“So good, Yunho, fuck,” Mingi huffed, “Gonna make me cum.”

He bobbed his head faster, lips sucking harder, eyes screwing shut. He barely gagged when Mingi hit the back of his throat but Mingi sobbed, abdomen clenching, hips bucking into Yunho’s face. He’d smile if he could, but instead he humped the couch harder, his own orgasm approaching.

“Close,” Mingi mumbled, voice strained and high pitched, his free hand sliding up his chest to run his thumb over his nipples.

Yunho’s eyebrows creased, a sight for sore eyes, indeed. Mingi’s breath hitched, hips bucking into his mouth wildly as Yunho’s own release tore through him, cumming into his briefs as Mingi shot his load down his throat. When Mingi finally let go, Yunho pulled off of him with a pop and a heaved sigh, heart pounding against his chest and briefs stuck to his pelvis.

“Did you just—”

Yunho nods, cheeks pink, and Mingi’s head tips backward in laughter. “You’re fucking lying.”

“Shut up,” Yunho grumbles, crawling forward to lay next to him, ignoring the discomfort in his pants.

Mingi hums, getting comfortable next to him, an arm thrown lazily over his torso. “You’re more like me than I thought.”

“There’s a reason we’ve been best friends for a decade, you know,” Yunho replies, eyes softly closed, an arm cradling Mingi’s head. “If I’m like you, then you’re more like me than you thought, too.”

Mingi smiles into his chest, the heat of his skin warming him, easing his heart rate. “We never talked about doing stuff with you separately.”

“You needed it,” Yunho reassures him, trying to avoid the oncoming spiral.

Mingi shakes his head, “I wanted it. There’s a difference.” Guilt doesn’t lie in the pit of his stomach, or regret. It doesn’t feel wrong, or like he made a mistake, it all feels… Right.

“How do you feel?” Yunho asks, pressing a kiss to Mingi’s head. “Better?”

“Much better,” Mingi whispers, nose nuzzled into Yunho’s skin, “You give ridiculously good head.”

Yunho snorts, “I’ve done that maybe four times in my entire life.”

Mingi pulls away, eyes wide as he stares up at his best friend, “No shot.”

Yunho nods, eyes flicking over his best friend’s face, “Swear.”

“Damn,” Mingi whispers, lowering his head again, “You should shower, coming in your pants like a high schooler after a wet dream.”

Yunho spits a tch, but Mingi was right. He probably hasn’t done that since he was that young, either. His heart thumps against his chest, there was so much changing, that sinking feeling dropping to the pit in his tummy, he was fucked. Both of you, demons, sex-loving demons.

Mingi ends up showering with him, all soft kisses and light touches, traveling hands and giggled words beneath bubbles and a steady stream of hot water. They slept on either side of you again, cooing when they entered the bedroom to find you snoring, cuddling a pillow, just to press up against either side of you, basking in your warmth.

Tangled beneath a baby pink comforter, tonight was a new beginning, a confirmation that you were all feeling while you were fucking. Yunho wished it didn’t consume him with dread, he knew how this would end, he foresaw it clearly.

But his control was gone.

And he didn’t want it back.

You woke up hot. A sheen of sweat covering your skin, you grimaced as you opened your eyes, peeling sheets and pushing arms away, crawling from the two masses of body heat suffocating you.

You opened the curtains in the living room, smiling as you felt the ache between your legs, a playback of last night on repeat in your mind as you stretched before the window, blinking away your exhaustion. Already sunny, it was far past sunrise, a sweet weekend morning. You felt light, at ease, happy— you rubbed at your wrists with the reminder of last night, making sure you didn’t dream the entire thing, that it really happened.

You experienced Yunho without restraint, on his end of course, since your restraint was everything you asked for. Dominance and control and everything powerful, last night would live with you, excitement making your heart skip a beat at the thought of Mingi doing the same.

You wondered how he was feeling, you didn’t get to talk to him last night. You talked with Yunho while you were in the bath, discussing everything you enjoyed, telling him how well he did while he praised you all the same, but you didn’t get a chance to do that with Mingi.

He was quiet after you finished, your head might have been hazy but you know him, and you know his silence. Nerves prick at the back of your neck— but you woke up tangled between them, so he couldn’t have been mad. You heave a heavy breath as you make your way to the kitchen, starting the coffee machine.

As if you Bluetooth connected, Mingi walks out into the kitchen from the hallway in nothing but his boxers. He yawns as he walks out, rubbing his eyes, his hair sticking out in every direction atop his head.

You squint at the bruises along his collar bone as you mumble Good morning, racking your brain for when you gave him hickeys. You haven’t given him hickeys since you were twenty three.

Your eyebrows raise as he gets closer, realization settling in that they weren’t from you. You smirk, “You had a good night last night.”

He drops his arms to his sides, frozen, eyes wide and guilty. Amusement leaves your nose in a snort, “And to think I went to bed under the impression there would be no more fun.”

Mingi’s eyes soften when he realizes you aren’t angry, “Yunho just… Made me feel better about some things.”

“Yeah?” You turn, back pressed against the counter, a smile playing on your lips. “Did he make you feel a lot better?”

He walks closer until he’s pressed to your front, hands finding your hips, “Yeah. But I think you will fix me.”

“And what am I fixing?” You tilt your head to the side, hands dancing along his chest, sliding up to throw your arms around him.

Mingi hums, bending down to bury his head into your neck, “Thought you liked him better than me.”

“Huh?” You tangle your hands in his hair, lips pressed to his head, “Baby, why would you think that?”

“I saw you two together,” he presses his lips to your neck, fingers gripping at your hips. You arch into him, brows furrowed at the words leaving his lips, feeling confused as he pushes himself against you.

“Mingi, I—”

He shushes you, hands traveling up from your hips to tuck under your tee, thumbs ghosting over your nipples, making you gasp into him. Your eyes flicker to the hallway, where Yunho lays asleep in your bedroom just ten feet away, arousal flooding your still sleeping body.

“But then he gave me head,” he says, tugging your shirt over your head, hiking you up from beneath your thighs to place you on the countertop. With your brows still knitted together, he keeps going, “And he made me cum so hard.”

Immediately his lips attach to your chest, your legs spread to allow him between them, “But no one can make me cum like you do.”

Your chin tips back as his hand slides between your legs, a whisper on your lips, “No one.”

“Say it again,” he squeezes one thigh, fingertips pressed to your clit through your panties.

You curse, hips attempting to buck into him, “No one can make you cum like I do.”

He growls, standing back to pull you off the counter. Your feet hit the tiled floor with a yelp, and he’s turning to you on your toes so your front presses against the counter. He’s got a hand steady on your spine, pushing you forward until your chest meets the laminate, the cold surface shocking a shiver through your body.

“Shit,” you curse, cheek pressed against the counter. He tugs your panties down to your thighs, the chilly morning air of your apartment ghosting over your center, making you whine.

“I wouldn’t change anything,” he mumbles, more to himself than you, you think, as his fingers swipe through your folds, collecting your wetness that pools steadily. “I’d watch it all over again, and then remind you both who you left out.”

You cry out as he sinks two fingers inside you and he snickers, “Yunho’s right, you really are a cockslut, huh?”

You moan, raising yourself on your tippy toes, palms planted against the edge of the counter as you push yourself back on him. His voice gains an edge as he curls them inside you, “Doesn’t matter whose it is, you need this pretty pussy filled all the time.”

You nod, eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool no doubt puddling beneath your parted lips, covering the laminate. He pulls his fingers out and you whine before they’re instantly replaced with his cock, sheathing himself inside you in one quick motion.

You wail, walls pulsing around him, fingers clawling at the counter. But you don’t look back, not as he fills you so deliciously, effectively fucking you dumb with his cock in your cervix.

“What’d I miss?” His voice snaps you out of your daydream, head picking up to see Yunho on the other side of the counter, leaning against it with his chin in his palm. He’s smiling, an eyebrow raised, eyes dark and cold. His eyes raise to Mingi behind you, “How’d you sleep?”

Mingi’s chuckle sends a rush of adrenaline down your spine, reaching where his palm stays heavy pressed above your ass. “Slept good,” he responds, voice too fucking nonchalant, “You tagging in?”

You cry out as he stills himself inside you, the full length of him reaching your tummy. He grabs you by your elbows, pulling you up to his chest, and your eyes fall on Yunho.

He’s smiling, shrugging. As if you weren’t being torn apart in front of him. “I like the view, don’t mind watching.”

You curse loud as Mingi pulls out, pushing himself all the way back in, his pace brutal as he holds your arms behind your back. His voice holds a steady clarity that makes you shiver, “Come here. Make her cum.” You clench around him, head dropping forward, and he holds your arms a little tighter. “She wants it, just squeezed me so fuckin’ hard.”

Yunho, shirtless, sweatpants hung low on his hips, walks around the counter to where you stood, pressing a kiss to Mingi’s lips. Mingi loosens his grip on your arms as Yunho deepens it, his hands on Mingi’s neck, the two all teeth and tongue. You can feel the pit in your stomach forming as he fucks into you steadily, you didn’t think you needed Yunho’s aid at all in making you finish.

But he falls to his knees anyway, hands spreading you before him, watching as Mingi’s cock slides in and out of your cunt. His eyes gloss over, pupils dilating, tongue poking out between his lips to run over the bottom one, red and swollen already.

“Taste her,” Mingi says from behind you, his pace not faltering once, “Taste us.”

Yunho’s eyes flicker to yours before he’s leaning in, sticking his tongue out flat, with each one of Mingi’s thrusts you rock forward, clit dragging against his tongue, over his nose. Your legs shake at the stimulation, at the pleasure, Mingi’s cock drilling into you in combination with Yunho’s wet, hot mouth on your clit, you wouldn’t last long at all.

“Don’t stop until I cum,” Mingi orders and your whole body clenches at the command behind his voice. Iced out and clear, he knew exactly what he was doing, you don’t know what the fuck happened last night but you were so fucking grateful it did.

Yunho’s hands are still spreading you, knees planted on the tile as you rock against him without any will of your own, body shaking between the two of them, your orgasm so close you could taste it on your tongue.

“Ask me,” Mingi says from behind you and he sounds ragged, rough. Your mind is blank, eyes unblinking and seeing nothing— he pulls your arms tighter, skin slapping against yours, “Ask me or you won’t fucking cum.”

“Please,” you heave, sounding more fucked out than you ever have, “Can I please cum?”

His teeth find your shoulder, clamping down on your skin and you nearly fold. Your eyes screw shut in an attempt not to cum, words slurring together, “Pleaseletmecum!”

Mingi licks where he bit you, “Cum for me, baby. Go ahead.”

Yunho’s hands slide to your thighs and you thank god he keeps his grip on you as he and Mingi push you over the edge. Your knees buckle as your orgasm hits its peak, upper body crumbling, the only thing keeping you from falling was Mingi’s grip on your arms.

You weren’t sure if sound was leaving you, if you could see, if you could hear, and Yunho still didn’t stop. Your orgasm drags on as your clit is mercilessly dragged over his tongue, his nose, his chin, Mingi’s cock still fucking into you brutally.

“So fucking wet,” he huffs in your ear, keeping you close to his chest, “Gonna fill you up, give you what you want. You want it?”

You nod, breath staggered, voice raw. “Need it, Min, please.”

He growls again, teeth hooking onto the back of your neck, biting down hard as his hips stutter, filling you with warm, heavy load. Yunho’s tongue falls lower to where you and Mingi meet, throwing your thigh over his shoulder as Mingi pulls out, eating every last drop of your mixed release.

You’re crying now, a cursing whining mess, Mingi’s forearm wrapped around your torso as he watches Yunho over your shoulder, keeping you steady, Yunho holding you open. Your head is fuzzy as it falls back on Mingi’s chest, breath heaving, tears streaming down to your jaw, falling onto your chest.

Yunho pulls away, licking his lips, and immediately their hands are on you. Soft, comforting, yours.

“Alive?” Mingi asks, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck, over where he’d bitten you.

You nod, dazed, and Yunho’s kissing down your thigh, rubbing the other one. Mingi pulls your hair off your face, off your neck, his voice airy, “That was really hot.”

“Do it again,” you sniff, one hand wiping at your chest, the other falling into Yunho’s hair below you, “Do that to me again and never stop doing it.”

Mingi laughs, pressing another kiss to the side of your head. Yunho stands, leaning back against the counter, and you eye him carefully, eyes showing him you were serious.

“I don’t have anything to do today,” his lips curl upward, devious.

“Neither do we,” you respond, finally unsticking from Mingi, legs wobbly as you take a step forward.

Mingi grabs onto your waist in fear that you’d fall. “Look at you, you want to go again?”

You turn around fully, his face flushed, stray hairs stuck to his forehead. Beautiful. You press a quick kiss to his lips before saying, “It’s research. Seeing how much I can actually take.”

His eyes lift, meeting Yunho’s gaze over your head, “See what I mean? Insatiable. She’ll fuck us dry.”

A smile breaks across your face and Yunho laughs behind you, a warmth pooling in your stomach that this is what you’ve been waiting for. Fear no longer lived inside you when you looked at Yunho, for what your feelings were becoming, for what lived in the future. You had everything you needed on either side of you, and that was more than enough.

The following weeks had become routine.

It didn’t matter if you worked or not. Waking up sandwiched between two bodies, coming home to one if not two in your living room, in your kitchen, tucked away in your bedroom, fast asleep. If Mingi wasn’t home yet, you went to Yunho’s place and texted him to meet you there.

On the weekends you now had four arms to carry your shopping bags. Farmers market, the mall, grocery shopping, after you’d arrive home and make dinner together, you’d end up on the couch, so close to finishing your Marvel Marathon. Now that you’re spending so much time together, the MCU seems fast-paced, easy to get through.

Save for the nights you don’t finish a single movie. When Yunho’s hand reaches across the back of the couch, circling around Mingi’s neck, or when you lay across Yunho’s lap a little too provocatively. Those nights are dedicated to the bedroom, when Yunho is teaching the two of you another lesson, when you and Yunho teach Mingi a lesson, when Yunho and Mingi are teaching you a lesson. Even after a movie or sometimes two, a weekday or a weeknight, you still ended up between the two beneath your baby pink comforter.

Sometimes you didn’t fuck at all. Those nights one of you usually falls asleep on the couch, and the other two drag Sleepy to bed, then the three of you fall asleep tangled, waking up in the same position you fell asleep in. A few times you all planned to go to bed, yawning, eyes drooping as they lost focus on the screen, but once you got to bed you couldn’t shut up.

Those times ended in conversation, long, deep conversation that kept you awake until the early hours of morning. Those conversations haunt you. The ones that remind you what you were doing, who you were with, what the fuck was happening.

That’s the one thing always left out, something unspoken.

What the fuck were you doing?

None of your friends knew who shared your bed. Not one of your coworkers, childhood friends, your cousins, no one knew that Jeong Yunho was splitting you open on a daily basis, or waking you up in the morning by pressing his lips to your jaw. No one knew about the nights you watched him take Mingi, fucking into him as he fucked into you, or the times you woke up to Mingi’s lips wrapped around his cock just before dawn. You didn’t speak a word of the times he comes over with arms full of grocery bags, all the things you usually buy, things you always keep a stock of because he knows.

Jeong Yunho pays attention, more than he should. He’s learned you and Mingi with ease, and not just your bodies. He’s come to understand how you feel with just a look, or your tone of voice, or your posture. Creepy at first, how he’d verbalize your thoughts, or tell you which part of your body ached, or hand you something you had just looked at. It was terrifying, until it became endearing. Until it felt like he knew you just as well as Mingi knew you.

You and Mingi had forgotten what alone time felt like after the second time Yunho sat on your mattress, and neither of you cared. Neither of you wanted it any other way— in the beginning, you called.

“Where are you?” You’d ask over the phone, a hand on your hip, foot tapping against the hardwood of your floor.

Yunho furrowed his brows from his apartment, “Home?”

“Why?” You’d ask sharply, “Come over.”

And he would. Every single time.

Eventually you stopped needing to call.

He’d call Mingi on his way home from work instead, phone on speaker in his car, “Do you guys need anything for dinner? I’m on my way.”

“Just your sexy ass in our house,” Mingi stuck his tongue out between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows at you from across the kitchen. You rolled your eyes, a laugh rolling off your lips.

You were sure Yunho had the same reaction, a pretty chuckle sounding through the speaker, “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

It got to the point where if you did need anything, you texted him far before he left the office. Sometimes you didn’t need to ask, he had a mental note of everything in your apartment, he knew where everything was kept, what lived where.

A week before the beach trip now, you tried to not let your nerves bite at your neck. You haven’t spoken a word with either men in your home about what it’d be like, what you’d act like when you were away for a week with all your friends.

Boxes surrounded your living room, an IKEA couch you had just purchased on your last day trip with the two men. You were waiting for Yunho to be off work to put it together, a Friday, the night that has become takeout night before you put on a movie. This one was important— you were gonna watch the movie on your new couch, a deep gray color, and you’d tested the armrest thoroughly before buying it.

Three knocks sound at the door, and you hop up on your feet from the floor. “That’s Jihyo,” you say to Mingi before skipping over to the front door, whipping it open.

“You’re so funny,” you say as she comes into view, “It’s always open. Just come in, you don’t have to knock like you’re a stranger.”

Jihyo, dark hair covering her expensive clothes, sultry professional makeup enhancing each one of her horrifyingly perfect features. She smiles, stepping inside, “I feel weird just walking in, Jongho and I never leave our door unlocked.”

You snort, “Don’t feel weird. This is an open-door-house.”

She slips off her shoes, “Now you sound like Seonghwa.”

“If we walked in their house without warning they’d probably throw a block party in our honor,” you giggle, leading her inside.

“Hey Ji,” Mingi calls from the living room, slicing a box cutter through the cardboard.

She waves her greeting before following you to your hallway, into your bedroom. Your eyes scan your space before walking in as if you hadn’t checked it thirty times before she came over, there was no sign of Yunho anywhere.

You grab the bikini you had laid out on your dresser, a deep purple color with animal print on the bottoms, “Is this the one you were talking about?”

Her entire face lights up, snatching it from your hands, “I can’t believe you still have this.”

“I can’t believe you want to wear it,” you joke, “I haven’t worn that since… That week-long beach trip we took right after we graduated college.”

Jihyo’s eyes widened, jaw dropping, her voice turning to a whisper. “That’s the weekend you rejected that really sexy guy. What was his name? Jae-something?”

“Jaehyun,” you nod, lips forming a line at the memory. The boardwalk, then the club, then in front of your hotel, for days he had followed you everywhere, begging for a chance. Gorgeous as he was, cheekbones and the voice of a fucking angel, you had Mingi waiting for you at home.

She smacks your shoulder, head tipping back, “Still can’t get over that, you loyal bitch.”

You shrug, cheeks warming, “Mingi is Mingi, no one can compare.”

“I hope I get hit on by a sexy guy,” she holds up the bikini again, shreds of skinny fabric between her fingers, “Maybe it’ll remind Jongho who he’s dating.”

You pop a brow but she rolls her eyes, “He didn’t do anything wrong, I just feel like being messy.”

You snort again, shaking your head, “Well if you want any others, I have about forty college-bikinis on hand.”

“You better wear one,” she winks before she turns on her heel, exiting your bedroom. Under her breath, she says, “I wanna see Mingi lose his shit, I’ve been dying to see him lose his composure for years now.”

She comes to a stop at the end of your hallway, voice low, “Have you, you know… Spiced things up? Like you were planning to at Woo’s going away party?”

Your eyebrows met your hairline, a nervous chuckle pushing past your lips, “Oh!” You run a hand through your hair, still chuckling, “Yeah, actually, we did.”

Her jaw drops, eyes wide and sparkling, “You have to tell me all about it when we’re there.”

You nod, ears hot, “I will.”

She claps her hands together, smiling as she turns again, heading straight for your front door, “Thanks again for the sexy bikini!”

“Text me if you want any more,” you call after her.

“I will!” She calls back, “Bye Mingi!”

“Bye Ji!” And with that, your front door closes.

Just to be opened again two minutes later.

“Guys, so weird, I just saw Jihyo getting into her car,” Yunho’s still pointing outside your door with his thumb as he slips his shoes off, slacks hugging his long legs, button-up looking tailored to his lean torso.

You nod, already back on the floor, watching as Mingi unboxes the couch, “She was just here picking up a bikini for the beach house.”

Yunho’s eyebrows raise, smirk on his lips as he makes his way toward you, “Jihyo in a bikini, nice.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s already bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, whispering into your lips, “You’ll look sexier.”

Your cheeks flush as he makes his way to Mingi, planting a kiss on his lips, too. “Unboxing without me? Damn, I just got off work and you’re putting me back to work?”

Mingi flashes him a smile, “It’s IKEA. It’ll take us like ten minutes, tops.”

An hour later, you sat in Yunho’s old spot, a container of takeout in your hands as you watched the two men you adored bicker over the very clear instructions. It was as if you were watching a sitcom with the way they couldn’t figure out how to put it together, blaming each other, cursing when they put it together wrong.

It did not, in fact, take ten minutes.

Eventually you grew bored of their bickering, rolling your eyes before placing down your food and picking up the instruction manual yourself. After a quick skim of the papers, you took another look at what they had been attempting to do, bickering for ages over it, and sigh.

“Are you guys serious?” You looked up at the two of them through slanted brows, and they stare back at you with blank looks, sweat kissing their foreheads.

You drop the instruction manual to the hardwood, bending down between them, and screw the two parts of the couch that actually go together with the alan key provided. Mingi immediately looks up at Yunho, “That’s exactly what I told you to do and you said I was wrong.”

“I did not say not to put that—”

You tune them out, flipping the couch over on your own, throwing the cushions that had more than enough time to fluff out onto the frame. They’re still bickering as you cross the room, picking up your container of takeout, and sitting center of the couch you finished putting together.

“Have we ever told you that you’re super sexy?” Yunho says, taking his spot on your right. You roll your eyes, feeding him a bite of food from your container.

“Maybe once or twice,” you say, watching as Mingi starts breaking down the boxes, stuffing the styrofoam and plastic into a garbage bag.

Mingi stands tall before you, his hands stretched out in front of him in annoyance, “What, you two think that just because the couch is together there’s nothing left to do?”

“Come eat,” you say softly, holding up the container of food, “You did enough, my love. We can clean up later.”

He drops the garbage bag immediately, dropping himself on the couch to your left, opening his mouth as soon as his ass meets the cushions.

You feed him a bite too, a smile on your cheeks, and he grabs the remote from the floor beside you. He turns on the tv, and the three of you sit like that for what feels like forever. Random show playing, all eating out of the same container, contented and comfortable because you all felt at home.

Two days later, you were the last one to wake up. Something that rarely happens, but they had used you to their heart’s desire the night before, almost fucking you out of consciousness completely. You woke up sore. The smell of coffee coming from the kitchen, you willed yourself out of bed, one of Yunho’s tee shirts covering your body, hair probably matted at the back of your head. You didn’t care. They didn’t care.

Yunho stood behind the kitchen counter, hair wet, beads of water sliding down the center of his chest, towel tied around his waist. He must have just gotten out of the shower, you think maybe he has plans today. You find Mingi in the living room, nothing but boxers on his hips, laying horizontally on the couch as he watches a YouTube video on his phone.

“Goodmorning sunshine,” Yunho says with a smile as you stumble into the kitchen, eyes still hazy with exhaustion, your mind still fogged.

You stumble into him, hitting his bare, damp chest with your forehead, and he wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Feeling okay? Sore anywhere?”

“Everywhere,” you moan, and you hear Mingi giggle from the living room. A smile curls at your lips, a giggle wanting to escape you, too.

“Aw,” Yunho cooes, pressing another kiss to your head, “Want me to kiss it better?”

You look up at him through your lashes, feigning irritation, “That would be nice of you, since you were the one that caused it.”

“You didn’t say Kiwi, don’t give me that,” he takes another sip of coffee from his mug, the one that has only been used by him the past month, then hands it to you. You take a sip, letting the warmth rejuvenate you, the sting of the caffeine buzzing your heart back to life.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, and the muted groan of your front door opening has your heart falling to the tiled floor.

“I’m here!” Jihyo calls through your apartment, and you pull away from Yunho, jumping back a massive five feet.

Fuck.

You rush around your counter, Mingi sitting up on the couch with wide eyes, Yunho sliding back behind the wall so he stays hidden.

Jihyo walks in with a smile on her face, she sees Mingi first. “Ew, why are you naked?”

She then turns, seeing you in all your glory, and her smile shifts into a smirk fast. “Oh.”

You smile nervously, “I forgot you were coming, I’m so sorry.”

“You suck,” she lifts her lip in annoyance, “I was so excited to just barge in here like you told me to, and here you are, clearly just fucked. What if I walked in when you were mid-fucking?”

Your hand finds your hair, awkwardly scratching at your scalp, forcing a laugh between your teeth, “I’m sorry, my bad, seriously. I have your other bikini, come here.”

She follows you into your bedroom, thankfully not looking behind her as she snickers to herself on your heel. “Cant believe I caught you,” she mumbles to herself, “It’s nine in the morning, you freaks.”

“To be fair we were fucking last night, not this morning,” you hold up a finger, opening the bikini drawer in your dresser.

“Girl,” she says, and the word sends a shiver down your spine, your back straightening at the tone. You whip around and she’s pointing at your mattress, at the tee crumpled across the foot of it or the hitachi wand laying on top, you weren’t sure.

The shirt was Yunho’s. An old tee from college, the same college they all went to, but you’ve only seen Yunho with it on. You weren’t sure if anyone else even owned the shirt.

“You really spiced shit up, a wand?” She squeals, “Haven’t seen one of these bad boys in years.”

You will your heart rate to slow, you could feel the thump in your fucking throat. You force a smile, chuckling awkwardly, turning back around to face your bikini drawer before your face reveals your thoughts.

She continues, “God, I can remember all the times I’ve experienced a wand so vividly. That same guy I told you about at Woo’s going away party, damn I miss his freak sometimes.”

You shake your head, searching through your swimsuits to find the one she texted you for yesterday, “Just buy one and tell Jongho what to do with it.”

The groan of annoyance she lets out is nostalgic. “I don’t want to have to tell him what to do, I want him to just know.”

You smirk to yourself, knowing you’ll never have that problem again. You pull out the bikini you were looking for, a micro top, micro bottoms, damn near string. You wondered how Jihyo was even going to fit all of her assets into this.

You couldn’t wait to see her try.

“Found it,” you hold the black string out to your friend, hoping your smile didn’t look full of relief that she can leave now.

“Thank you,” she tips her head back as she grabs the bikini with two hands, sounding like you’d just handed her a million dollars, “Jongho might actually fucking die when he sees me in this.”

“I think Mingi and Y- I might die when we see you in it, too,” you want to curse. You want to slap your hand over your mouth. How were you going to survive four days at the beach without anyone knowing anything?

“You know,” she lowers her voice, moving closer to you, “If I didn’t have Jongho and you and Mingi were looking for a third, I’d be first to volunteer.”

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “I—Thank you?” You tilt your head, ghost of a smile on your face, confused but entertained, unsure exactly how you were supposed to take that.

“Ugh, I can’t wait to see Sana,” she turns on her heel, heading for your hallway, and you cringe at the idea of Yunho being in eyesight. “She said she thinks Wooyoung is proposing soon, you know. By the way, any updates on when Mingi might—”

She stops dead in her tracks.

You nearly stumble straight into her.

“Oh shit,” she whispers, and you slide around her, catching Yunho who was mid-walk to the living room with the towel still on his fucking waist.

He looks like a deer caught in headlights, Mingi looks between the three of you, face completely lost.

She turns around, slowly.

“You really did spice shit up.”

“It’s not what it looks like,” is the first thing that leaves your lips, a quick-witted rescue with not a single stutter, “His bathroom is getting fixed, he has no water. He's just here to shower.”

She pouts, “Man, I thought I stumbled onto something juicy. I thought it was his shirt when I saw it on your bed, you know, underneath the vibrat—”

“It’s Mingi’s shirt,” you wave a hand, forcing yet another smile on your face. You lick your lips, reminding yourself that Yunho lives twenty minutes away while Hongjoong and Seonghwa are just ten from his apartment. If all he needed to was shower, he could just go there.

Jihyo turns back around, laughing now, pointing to Yunho and Mingi in the living room. “I would have believed it, with how close y’all are,” she’s still giggling as you guide her to the front door, “That’s not a bad idea. You should keep that in mind.”

“Bye Ji,” you run a hand through your hair as she slips her shoes on, “Text me if you need another ‘kini.”

“I might ask to borrow that wand,” she winks as she opens the front door.

You close it behind her, yelling, “Buy your own, nasty!”

You get the door closed with your back pressed flat against it, releasing the heaviest breath you’ve ever taken. You close your eyes for a second, letting the reality of the situation sink in, before you’re pushing off the door and marching into the living room.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was coming over?” Yunho bites as soon as you enter his vision. Voice sharp and eyes wild, he was pissed. Actually pissed.

“Clearly I forgot,” you raise both your hands, meeting his energy, “And we would have gotten away with it if you listened.”

“You were quiet in there!” He argues, “I moved because I thought the coast was clear.”

“The coast was clear the entire time we were in there, Yunho,” your hand points to the hallway.

He runs both hands through his hair, pacing around your living room, “Do you think she believed you?”

“Probably,” you shrug, “Hopefully.”

“Can I ask a question?” Mingi asks from the couch, holding up a finger. When you and Yunho stare at him with fires in your eyes, he blinks. “Why are you arguing about this? Who cares if she knows?”

Your lips part, ready to argue, but you didn’t have an answer. You turn to Yunho.

His eyebrows are raised, a smile on his face that reads disbelief, “Who cares if she knows? Let’s just tell the whole friend group that we’re fucking, because that will go over well.”

Mingi turns to you, confusion written in the knit of his brow. We’re still just fucking?

You give him the smallest of shrugs. I guess so.

Mingi turns to Yunho, “I don’t think we would say that.”

Yunho cocks his head, brows fusing together as he looks between the two of you, “What else is there to say?”

Mingi meets your eye again, brows raised. Oh.

Your lips purse. Guess we’re just fucking.

Mingi frowns, and you give him a small, sad smile.

“Don’t do the thing,” Yunho points a finger between the two of you, “Where you talk in your heads and you leave me out of the conversation. Don’t do that.”

“Okay,” you heave a sigh, walking towards the couch, taking your spot next to Mingi. “We won’t.”

Yunho laughs, “And now it’s you two versus me? Because I don’t want Jihyo to know my business?”

“I don’t want her to know our business either,” you bite back, voice equally as sharp. “That’s why I lied, since it’s your shirt crumpled on our bed under the vibrator and you walking around our apartment half naked.”

“Hey,” Mingi interjects in an attempt to be stern, “Relax, both of you, Jesus. What is going on right now?”

“I’m going to get dressed,” Yunho huffs, turning on his heel to your bedroom, where he already had a drawer full of his clothes.

When he’s out of earshot, Mingi turns to you, wide-eyed. “What the fuck just happened?”

You shrug, anger settling into the shape of your jaw. “I think we just broke up.” Your hands curl at your sides so you fold your arms over your chest, “But apparently there was nothing to break up in the first place.”

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Oct 21, 2025

frenchkisstheabyss

♰ ｃｏｖｅｔ ♰

♰ Pairing: boyfriend!yunho x chubby!fem!reader x boyfriend!mingi

♰ Genre: smut/fluff

♰ Summary: Every October you and your friends dedicate your nights to working shifts at the local haunted corn maze. Usually scaring the wits out of people is the highlight of your week but, when an argument with your boyfriends leaves you heartbroken, you're unsure if you'll make it through the night. Little do you know, something's waiting for you in the darkness that promises a night you won't soon forget.

♰ Word Count: 6.9k

♰ Warnings: there's a lil flirting with woosan in this so there's that. everyone wants to bang you low-key but you're hot so duh. reader gets lured somewhere. pretend kidnapping. ghostface yunho. slasher boy mingi. kissing. soft dom yungi. a lil knife play. choking/breath play. nipple play. fingering. praise. oral sex (m & f receiving). throat fucking. rough sex. unprotected sex. double penetration. spanking. rope play. swallowing. squirting. multiple orgasms. forced orgasm. overstimulation. zero pulling out. pet names (good girl, sweetheart, little bat *you're dressed as a vampire, girl*, baby). but otherwise wholesome.

♰ A/N: Hello my lovelies. In honor of spooky season (I would've written this on a random Tuesday in July) I thought I'd write something spooky for you. Just to be clear, this fic doesn't at all mean that I wanna be like hunted and tied up by Yungi (I do). Anyway, hope you like it, love you, byeee.

Dusk falls on a sprawling cornfield in the middle of nowhere. Miles from civilization on the back road of a back road, streaks of vibrant oranges and deep blues meld at the horizon. A full moon peaks out from behind the clouds looking down upon the monsters that roam below.

Every night hundreds of people flock to the Field of Screams—a frightening attraction nestled right at the heart of the cornfield—hoping to get the life scared out of them and rarely, if ever, do the creatures awaiting them disappoint. From crazed slashers to killer clowns and twisted witches, there’s a little nightmare fuel for everyone.

It’s been 4 years since you started working here. What first began as a silly dare from one of your friends led to a full on horror addiction and the next thing you knew you were a regular cast member. One of the best if you do say so yourself. There’s something so thrilling about scaring people. Seeing the terrified looks on their faces. Hearing them scream in the darkness.

As morbid as it is, it’s what you love to do. At least it’s usually what you love to do. On any other night but this one you’d be as amped up as everyone around you but tonight’s different. It could be that stupid argument you had with your boyfriends last night or maybe it’s the fact that your dress is too tight for you to function. You know it’s the first but the dress isn’t doing much to help either.

“I don’t know how Lily does this” you grunt, pinching the waist of your black velvet dress.

Virtually painted onto you, it has deep slits running up both sides and long bell sleeves that float in the wind like wings when you walk. It’s cute but it isn’t yours. On most nights you’re Enchantress, a witch stalking the Voodoo House, but tonight your coworker Lily called out leaving you to take her place as the Vampire Countess, guiding unfortunate souls through the corn maze.

“It’s not that bad” San assures you, sipping on a juice box. A zombie sipping a juice box. How San manages to make even the spookiest thing adorable never fails to impress you. “You’ve got plenty of leg room” he points out. “The sleeves are really cool and…” his eyes are drawn to the revealing neckline of your dress where a vial filled with fake blood rests at the peak of your cleavage. He’s hypnotized.

You snap your fingers in his face, throwing a hand over your chest. “Perv!” you giggle.

“Perv?” he gasps, puppy dog eyes in full effect, “I was just gonna say your necklace is nice that’s all. Anyway, how are you? I know you’ve been having a hard time with everything.”

A sharp pain stabs at your rib cage at the question. You hadn’t expected news of the rift between you and your boyfriends to spread through your friend group so quickly. When you showed up tonight you’d hoped to put it behind you, at least for a few hours, but there’s no denying how hard you’ve been pouting all night. Still, you wish he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d much rather he stare at your tits instead. Lucky for you, distractions are plenty in a place like this and one’s sneaking up behind you as you speak.

Something tickles the back of your neck mimicking the feeling of a spider trying to creep its way down your spine and you scream at the top of your lungs, scurrying behind San for protection. Your reaction’s met with a laughter that you’d know anywhere.

“Woo! You asshole!” you shout, clutching your chest for good reason this time. You’re short of breath and that icky feeling on the back of your neck is still there. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry! You’re just so easy to get. I couldn’t help myself.” He opens his arms for a hug, a peace offering of sorts. “Forgive me?”

Under any other circumstances you wouldn’t accept a hug from a strange man in clown make up but, considering it’s Wooyoung, you make an exception.

“You shouldn’t scare her. She’s having a hard night” San scolds as Wooyoung rocks you side to side in a hug.

“Oh? Somebody bothering you?” Wooyoung asks, switching to his gravely clown voice, “Want me to chop em up?”

The hug is nice, nicer than it should be, and you can’t bring yourself to mind how much tighter he holds you when he hears that something’s wrong.

“San worries too much. It’s seriously nothing” you swear, knowing deep down what a lie that is. “I appreciate you offering to chop someone up for me though. Such a psychopath you are.”

Wooyoung smiles, staring into your eyes, searching for something he has no right to find. “You know I’ll always be whatever you want me to be. Just say the word.”

There’s a tingle somewhere behind your belly. It’s faint but it’s there. You break out of the hug, forcing it to go away.

San scoffs, rolling his eyes at how shameless Wooyoung can be. “I wouldn’t be so bold if I were you. You know how territorial the slashers can be.”

Wooyoung wants to ask why he should care, he never understood what you saw in those two anyway, but he knows that it’s true and, against his every instinct, it’s probably in his best interest to quit while he’s ahead.

“Whatever” Wooyoung groans, taking your hand, “I’ll see you around my vampire queen.” He kisses the back of your hand, sticking his tongue out at San before he walks away.

Your gaze trails behind him as he does and you’re holding your hand like someone just put a wedding ring on it. It makes San sick.

“What are you doing?” he asks, knocking you out of your trance.

San’s sulking. He’s truly, sincerely sulking. Stepping closer to him, you lay a hand on his chest, fidgeting with a tattered piece of fabric from his costume. You smile, pearly white fangs glinting in the moonlight.

“What? You jealous or something? You don’t like me giving my attention to Woo?”

He spits out a nervous, “No” but there’s no conviction to it. How can there be when the real answer’s “Yes”? Not that he’d ever say that aloud. There’s dozens of girls working this park and plenty of them fall at his feet. Why’d he have to end up having a crush on you?

“San? San, you there?” a voice crackles through the static of the walkie talkie clipped to San’s pants.

He reaches for it and you step back to give him some room, swiping his juice box to steal the last few drops for yourself.

San brings the walkie talkie to his mouth, pressing the glowing green button on the side. “Jongho. What do you want? I’m busy.”

The static crackles again before Jongho’s voice breaks through. “You aren’t busy. You’re flirting. I can see you from the makeup trailer. Do me a favor and send that little bloodsucker to go check the jack o lantern tower in the corn maze. We open in a half hour. I need to make sure it’s all lit up, like, now.”

“I can do it…” San offers, not liking the thought of you walking in there all alone.

“Aah but I didn’t ask you to do it? I asked her.”

Pushing San’s finger back down on the button, you lean into the walkie talkie. “It’s okay, Jongho. I got it.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Jongho says, fading away with one last click.

“You really shouldn’t be going out there alone. Let me go with you at least” San pleads, his concern for your safety worsening that soft spot you already have for him.

“Like I told Woo, you worry too much.” You hand his juice box back over, patting him on the cheek, “Now why don’t you go get yourself a real drink and I’ll see you at the after party later?”

You’re stubborn, always so stubborn. There’s nothing else to do besides let you go. At least he gets to enjoy the sight of you walking away. “Fine” he yells after you, “Just be careful and for the record I’m only a little bit jealous.”

You spin around, walking backwards as you point a sharp black nail in his direction, “See! I knew it!”

You only half knew it. You had your suspicions and there’s a twinge of guilt in how validating it is for San to confirm it. You have no business flirting with San. Wooyoung either. There’s no denying that they’re both gorgeous. If ever a girl were to have a wet dream about a clown and a zombie they’d be prime material for it. They aren’t the ones who own your heart though. If only you could will it to be that way.

The ones who truly have you in the chokehold are the slashers. The fucking slashers. On most nights there’s at least twelve of them lurking in the corn maze and, as fate would have it, you fell for two. It’s far from what you expected to get tangled up in but, with how close Mingi and Yunho are, it probably always would’ve always been a two for one special.

On the surface, having two boyfriends is the sweetest deal on the planet. You get two times everything any other girl gets. Twice as much love. Twice as much attention. Twice as much sex. The trick to it is that there’s two times the chance at getting your heartbroken, double the tears to cry, and lately crying is all you’ve been doing.

You know that Mingi and Yunho have a lot on their plates. For all of you this haunted house thing is something fun to do, a break from the stress of everyday life, but those outside responsibilities are still there. In the beginning you were all able to make it work. It took a lot of moving things around but you always managed to find time for each other. These last few weeks though you’ve felt virtually invisible to them and all of your frustrations boiled over last night. You never meant for it to turn into an argument. You wanted more of them not less but things got heated and you haven’t seen or spoken to them sense.

A wave from a passing ghost pulls you from the trenches of your own thoughts. Everything else aside, there’s something magical about walking these grounds at night. The friendly faces smiling at you as you pass. The enormous structures towering over you, each with their own killer theme. All of the lights. The decorations. The scent of fresh apple cider wafting through the air. In no time this place will be flooded with bodies, screams echoing through every crevice, but for now it’s calm and almost peaceful.

Humming along to the rock music streaming from the overhead speakers, you make your way to the far end of the property, pausing for a moment to admire the big neon sign above your head reading Corn Maze of Madness: Enter If You Dare. A maniacal scarecrow with the head of a jack o lantern points a clawed finger towards the first path and you head in, passing up a stand offering maps.

You’ve been in here a thousand times. You’d know your way around blindfolded. That doesn’t stop these fields from serving their intended purpose. It’s creepy stepping into this maze. Stalks of corn line the dimly lit dirt path standing high above your head, stretching for miles in either direction. One wrong turn and you’d be done, stuck in an infinite loop of endless rows.

You make one turn then another and in no time the haunt grounds are lost behind you. The wind howls through the rows and you hug yourself, wishing you’d swiped a coat from one of the dressing rooms before you headed out. A fork in the path opens up ahead and you veer right, following it until you come upon a tower of jack o lanterns all carved with different faces. They’re perfectly lit up. Yeosang always makes sure of that. Jongho would do good to trust him for once.

“Hey Frank” you sigh, tapping the stem of a pumpkin you long ago decided fit that name. “Guess I’ll be stuck with you guys all night.”

You’re preparing to greet another vegetable you so gracefully gave a name when you catch a dark figure darting past in your peripheral. It’s close enough to startle you but too far to make out what it is and by the time you turn to look it’s gone. Nothing but an empty path stares back at you. You quiet your fears, telling yourself that you’re just being paranoid. Wooyoung got you all wound up now you’re seeing things.

Except you aren’t. The corn rustles in the distance and it’s more than just the wind. It makes the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand up and sends your pulse racing. A towering figure emerges from the corn, sending your stomach plummeting to your feet, but something stops you from running.

“Mingi?” You breathe out his name, squinting your eyes to make double sure.

It’s him. You know that body—that costume. Black tailored pants. A crisp, white button up that’s never quite buttoned all the way up. Cuffed sleeves. Blood splattered across his chest. In his hand he holds a katana. A shiny, impressive sword with red ribbon weaved around the handle. His favorite part of it has always been the mask. It’s smooth and white, a demented blood soaked smiley face carved in plastic. It watches you. Emotionless.

“If you’re trying to scare me it’s not gonna work!” you shout, summoning all of your bravery. “I work here too, remember?”

You’re met with an icy silence that lasts too long for your comfort. He holds a hand out to you, calling you to come to him. Part of you wants to turn around and head back. This is weird, even by Mingi’s standards. Another part of you, one that’s drawn to him like a magnet, tells you to go to him but when you move forward he moves back. The distance between you never closes. It’s like a game for him.

You stop in your tracks, in no mood to be taunted. “That’s it! I’m going back! Go fuck with somebody else! Aaaah!”

Your feet leave the ground but this time it isn’t your own doing. There’s an arm locked around your body, a hand clamped over your mouth. The corn’s whipping past you, stalks snapping as you’re dragged deeper into the rows. The path is lost from your view. In which direction you’re headed you don’t know. You only know that your heart’s pounding, lungs burning from how loud you’re screaming but nothing gets through the fingers laced over your lips.

Strangely, they don’t feel like the hands of a psycho killer. They’re smooth, moisturized, and they smell familiar. You inhale a woody scent with light, fruity undertones. It’s what every hoodie Yunho leaves behind at your place smells like. It’s comforting in a way. You aren’t actually about to be murdered but now you’re pissed and at this rate it’s you who’s a danger to him. Not the other way around.

The heels of your boots skid along the ground as the corn breaks out into a small clearing where a fire blazes at the center of a pit. You recognize where you are now. It’s the hang out spot some of the scare actors gather at after closing, mostly to hook up and get trashed as is tradition. The arm around you loosens and you break free like a maniac escaping a straight jacket.

And again your rage is met with the hollow indifference of a mask. One you picked out for Yunho yourself. Ghostface. Special edition. Blood red with devil horns sticking up at the top. His outfit’s nearly identical to Mingi’s only its pitch back and a strappy leather harness spans his chest. Fake blood saturates the skin up to his elbows and a hunting knife is secured in his hand. You grab for it and he doesn’t put up a fight.

“Are we playing psycho killer?” you ask, poking the tip into his chest. “What if I wanna be the killer? Hmm?”

Yunho grabs your wrist, squeezing it tightly enough to take the knife back without hurting you. He holds your arm up like he could lift you off of the ground again, dragging you closer to him. He takes his time looking you over, admiring how gorgeous you are even through the dark screen of his mask. You’re scared too, shivering and unsure. He hadn’t anticipated it getting him so hard but it is you after all.

Your breath hitches as runs the blade across your cheek, dragging it down your neck, over the hills of your breasts. He uses it to trace your figure, reveling in the plushness of your body. That slight tingle you felt inside for Wooyoung is nothing compared to the moisture that pools between your legs for Yunho and he hasn’t even said a word to you yet. Slowly you reach for his mask, longing to see his face to make sense of this mixture of terror and desire brewing inside of you.

“You aren’t supposed to do that little bat.” He speaks and his voice is deeper than you’re accustomed to but distinctly his.

You pinch the edge of the mask, “Why not?”

“It’s against the rules” Mingi chimes in from over your shoulder.

Yunho drops your arm and you spin around, coming face to face with Mingi’s mask. Stabbing his sword into the ground, Mingi grabs you by the hips, backing you into Yunho’s chest.

“Rules? What…what kind of rules?” you stutter, jumping when his cold hands sneak down to rub your thighs through the slits in your dress.

Slipping his arms under yours, Yunho’s fingers slide up your body until he’s cupping your breasts. Your nipples stiffen in an instant. From pleasure? From fear?

“Nothing too complicated” he says, brushing his thumb across your clothed nipples. “Just that you can’t see our faces until you come for us.”

That’s it. You’re losing your mind. You might not be seeing things but you’re definitely hearing things. He couldn’t have said what you thought he did.

Mingi hooks his fingers into your fishnets, tugging at the nylon. “What? Don’t think you can do it?” You can’t see his face but he’s smiling. You hear it in his voice. “I think, no, actually I know you can do it. You’ve always been good at following directions.”

He tears at your fishnets hard enough that he might’ve pulled you to the ground if Yunho weren’t holding onto you so tightly.

“Wait. Just give me a second. I…”

Mingi’s fingers push between your thighs, making direct contact with the dripping warmth of your pussy, and you squeak like a toy. How cute.

“No panties?” he questions, smoothing your arousal along your entrance. “Don’t tell me you had plans tonight we didn’t know about.”

As flattered as you are by the implication, your intentions weren’t sexual in the least. You were just too depressed to do laundry this morning and it was granny panties or no panties at all. It’s hard to regret going with the latter when Mingi’s curling two fingers into your core, his thumb rubbing your clit so deliciously that you feel it all over.

Yunho tugs at the lace of your bra and your breasts spill into his hands, bouncing lightly against your chest as Mingi strokes your walls.

“You’d never do that would you, baby?” Yunho asks, pinching your nipples, “You’d never forget who you belong to would you?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezed shut as you bite down on your lip. It’s an answer of sorts but they want more than that.

“He asked you a question. Answer him” Mingi commands, tilting his wrist at the perfect angle to stimulate your sweet spot.

You pull your hips back, the stimulation too much for you to take, but there’s nowhere to run. Yunho has you held firmly in his grasp and you barely get a wiggle in before he’s pulling you back into him.

“No, I’d never forget” you moan, riding Mingi’s fingers.

Your eyes shoot back open at the shock of one of your leg being swept from under you. By the time you look down Mingi’s already on his knees with one of your legs thrown over his shoulder, fingers still buried in your core. His mask is tossed off to the side but his face is cloaked by your dress and you see nothing.

For all you can’t see, you can feel. Feel his breath skimming your clit as he rolls his tongue between your folds, savoring the taste of you like it’s the first time. When he eases his fingers out of you, your hips rock down towards him, your walls spasming wildly from the sudden loss. The tip of his tongue drags along your slit and your breath catches in your throat, lips quivering.

“Fuck, you taste so good” Mingi hums, pushing his tongue into you.

It’s been two weeks—13 days and 19 hours to be exact—since he’s touched you and it quite literally hurts. His cock’s aching at the feeling of you clenching around his tongue and all he can think about is how much he wishes it were his cock instead. Yunho shares that sentiment, envying how close his best friend is to what he wants most.

With one hand cradling your breast, Yunho dips a hand between your legs, giving your clit the attention Mingi’s so cruelly denying it of.

“I love when you’re this wet” he whispers, “Such a mess you are.”

“Only for you.” You smile weakly, staring up at him with stars in your eyes that rival anything the sky has to offer.

His heart skips a beat and it’s for so much more than the softness of your breasts or the slickness of your pussy. It’s those pouty lips. That precious, kissable nose. Those eyes filled with so much trust and longing. How could you have ever thought he didn’t want you? There’s nothing in this world he wants more.

It’s a need that doesn’t require a verbal confession. It’s in the way he touches you, stroking your clit from base to tip, circling the pad of his thumb at its most sensitive point. They both read your body so effortlessly, working in tandem to make the fire raging in your lower belly so intense that it’s maddening. Every ripple of Mingi’s tongue and swirl of Yunho’s fingers is another breathless step towards total ruin.

You grasp at Yunho’s forearm, fingernails digging into Mingi’s shoulder. You don’t know if you should touch them. Is that somehow against the rules too? Neither man seems to mind. On the contrary, your touch only intensifies their need for you. Mingi grabs you by the hips, forcing you down onto his face as Yunho’s hand makes its way around your neck. Your favorite choker.

He squeezes enough to give you that light, floaty feeling leaving your moans strangled but just as sweet. Mingi’s tongue lashes hungrily at your core and just the sound of him slurping your clit is enough to make you come. You tremble, glossy eyes on the verge of rolling back.

“Be a good girl and come for us” Yunho coaxes, taunting you with short breaths of relief before tossing you back into deprivation. “Mingi’s thirsty anyway. Give him something to drink.”

It’s a filthy thing to say and it leaves you gushing all over Mingi’s face. Wave after wave of heat washes over you as you shake and moan, your thighs closing around Mingi’s head. Mingi only half heartedly tries to keep them spread, content to suffocate if it means tasting you until the last drop.

There’s no controlling your body. It’s useless to try. You’re wrecked by pleasure, limbs twitching as you feel yourself gently slip to the ground. You reach out to brace yourself but you melt to the ground, finding yourself flat on your back in the soft grass. The moon hangs above you, bathing your figure in its glow. You feel destroyed but you look…

“So cute…” Mingi says, his smiling face dipping into your line of vision.

His face is soaked in your juices, irises blown out with lust, and you’ve never been happier to see him. Yunho steps to the other side of you, his masked face looming overhead for a few seconds before he rips the mask off. He gasps for air, pushing his fluffy brown hair back out of his face.

“It’s hot as shit under there. How do I do that every night?” He throws the mask over his shoulder and then he’s smiling down at you too. There’s an innocence to him, like he’s not partially responsible for the state you’re in. “Hey baby” he waves, “You feeling okay? You look fantastic. I like this whole vampire thing you’ve got going on. Sexy.”

It’s embarrassing how easily he can send heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you, Yunie. I’m really starting to like the fangs.”

Mingi drops to his knees beside you, running a hand along your stomach, “Come here. Show me.”

Too spent to question his motives, you push yourself up, crawling into position to face him. You giddily bare your fangs and he pops them out, shoving them into his pocket.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?” you pout, noticing now that Yunho’s walking off somewhere in the distance, “And where’s he going?”

Mingi grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look at him and only him. His expression’s intense, the kind of look that demands obedience. “Don’t worry about him. It’s you and me right now, okay?”

You catch a glimpse of Yunho returning with a duffle bag before your full attention’s committed to Mingi. “Okay” you nod, finding it as easy as always to get drawn in by his gaze.

“You remember the rules of that game? Red light, green light?”

“Yeah, it’s like red you stop, green you go, right?”

Mingi’s hands disappear underneath your dress, veering dangerously close to your pussy but not quite. “Good so I need you to play that with us. You wanna stop or you wanna keep going? Red light? Green light? If you want us to stop you can have your little fangs back but if you don’t…” He leans in close enough for a kiss, “They’re all mine and so are you.”

Your pulse has barely had time to come down and it’s spiking again. You’re already unbelievably wet but the slipping of your thighs tells you that it’s only getting worse.

“Green light” you say, light as a feather onto his lips.

Your lips collide and it’s a shock to your system. Up to this point it hadn’t occurred to you how much you missed kissing him. How much you missed lips brushing and tongues tangling. There’s a hunger in his kiss. It’s as if he wants to eat you alive and with every fiber of your being you’d let him.

He draws you in so deeply that you’re clueless to what’s happening behind you until your arms are being pulled behind your back and Yunho’s tilting you towards him, his lips replacing Mingi’s. His kiss is gentler but just as consuming and you fall right under his spell. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder what’s slithering around your wrists but Mingi’s teeth nibbling at your neck washes the question away.

Yunho’s impressed with himself. He hasn’t had to tie a knot like this since he was in middle school. This definitely wasn’t what his Boy Scout leader thought he’d end up doing with his survival skills but he can’t think of a better way to use them. With your wrists knotted securely together, he pries his lips away from you, knowing that if he doesn’t do it now he may never be able to.

“What is this?” you ask, flexing against your bindings to no avail.

Yunho tugs at the rope, stilling you, “Just a little something to make sure you don’t get away from us. If it ever gets too uncomfortable you just pull on this rope three times and we’ll stop, okay?”

His tone is so soft and comforting that all you can do is agree. You’d probably sign your soul away if he asked you too.

Pushing your legs apart with his knee, Yunho guides you forward as Mingi inches back, his fingers knotting in your hair to keep your face from touching the grass. It’s implied that he wants you to look up at him but you can’t when you’re eye level with his bulge and his cock’s straining the zipper of his pants.

Mingi laughs to himself, amused by how needy you already look for it. “You want it?” he asks, slowly unzipping his pants.

“Mmhmm” you hum, virtually drooling in anticipation, eyes lit up as his cock springs free, the swollen pink tip leaking precum all over your lips.

You lick the rim, circling it over and over, letting his arousal gather on your tongue. Yunho pushes your dress up above your waist, his palm crashing into the plump flesh of your ass. The jiggle is too satisfying not to do it again and again. The sting makes you scream every time but it feels so amazing after that you’re poking your ass out for more. Clawing at what’s left of your fishnets, he tears them away, leaving you bare…exposed…your petal soft folds glistening in the light of the fire.

You feel the tip of Yunho’s cock nudge your entrance and you gasp at the stretch, opening your mouth the perfect amount for Mingi to press into you. Your lips are tight around the thickness of his shaft, spit already dripping from the corners of your mouth as your tongue curls against the pulsing veins of his cock.

With one controlled thrust of his hips he hits the back of your throat and the force bounces you back onto Yunho, sending his cock plunging him into your depths. The fullness is overwhelming and you whine around Mingi’s cock, hips wiggling away from Yunho, but one harsh tug at the rope brings you back to him.

“No running from me” he growls, slapping your ass so hard that you feel the vibrations in your core.

“Look at me” Mingi commands, ready to reprimand you.

You look up at him and he just can’t. Something twists in the pit of his stomach. Love. Lust. Some combination of the two that makes him weak at the sight of you. “Who told you that you could be so pretty?” he says, biting back a moan at the suction from your cheeks, “I think I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Yunho pulls out, leaving his tip pulsing inside of you, and he’s so drenched in your juices that he nearly slips out. “That makes two of us.”

He slams back into you and you see stars. Bright, colorful stars. Reds and pinks and blues. You tense up, feeling as if your body’s ready to give out, and Yunho rubs your back, soothing you.

“Don’t worry, little bat. We’ve got you” Mingi promises, “Just let go.”

They give you a moment to adjust to the position—to having them so far into both ends of you that they might as well be one entity. Relaxing your muscles, you do just as Mingi instructed. You let go. You give into them. Your body’s not your own anymore. It’s theirs and that type of surrender makes it feel infinitely better when they start to rock you back and forth between them. It’s slow at first. Slow as Mingi works himself in and out of your mouth, arousal coating your cheeks as he rubs the head against the textured roof of your mouth. Slow as Yunho throbs in your pussy, your walls clinging to all the finer details of his cock.

They’re both so thick. So long. It’s no mystery that you can take them but it feels like it’s been an eternity. Your mouth feels smaller than Mingi remembers. Your pussy’s tighter than Yunho recalls. They don’t want to hurt you, don’t want to push you too far past your limits, but you keep clenching around Yunho. Keep sucking Mingi like a gourmet lollipop. They can’t stop themselves from going faster and harder. Pleasure tears through you and with it comes an ecstasy that wraps around you so completely it feels like your brain chemistry’s being altered every second.

Your moans are broken, muffled by the space that Mingi takes up between your cheeks, but they’re melodic. The soundtrack of your shared pleasure. Tears decorate your lashes, trailing down the apples of your cheeks, and Mingi wipes them away, his thumb drawing circles where your tears fell.

“You’re doing so well for us” he coos, “Our perfect, perfect girl.”

“And you thought we didn’t want you?” Yunho laughs, “Can you feel how much we do now?”

The frantic spasming of your pussy is an answer of its own. That pressure building in you? It builds in them too. You’re all at the brink of falling apart but there’s another rule. One you weren’t aware of. It has to be you first. Always you first.

Mingi’s cock leaves your mouth with a pop, twitching at the edge of your lipstick smeared lips. Your tongue’s still lapping away, your moans at last flowing freely as you chase more of him.

“She’s so close” Yunho groans, watching how your hips stutter, “I can feel her.”

Mingi strokes his length, pulling away from your wagging tongue. “That true, princess? You gonna come for us again?”

“Mmm…yes…close…so…oh god” is all you manage before Yunho’s arm’s tucked beneath you, two fingers tapping at your clit.

Your high hits you like something unreal. It’s an exorcism you didn’t know you needed and your sins are spilling out onto every inch of Yunho’s cock. Mingi pushes past your lips just in time to decorate the back of your throat with sticky ropes of white. It tickles as it runs down your throat, warming you from one end as Yunho floods your other hole, drawing out your orgasm so far that your body goes limp.

Yunho catches you by your hips and you’re on your back in the blink of an eye, knees pressed toward your chest, his tongue replacing his cock in your leaking pussy. At this angle his tongue finds your sweet spot with ease and he attacks it without mercy.

He’s ravenous, obsessed with the taste of you, and, with your arms still tied behind your back, there’s nothing you can do about it. A smile tugs at Yunho’s lips at the totally fucked out sounds you make. If he could burn them into his memory he would.

“Mingi, please” you beg, looking at him with a fresh set of tears pricking your eyes.

Mingi watches you without even the slightest intention of rescuing you from your fate. “Just one more” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“I can’t. I’ll die. I swear, I’ll die.”

Mingi palms your breasts, kneading them as they fill the space between his fingers. “At least you’ll leave behind a pretty corpse.”

Yunho drops one of your legs, swiftly trading his tongue for three long fingers dexterously exploring your aching walls. He suckles at your clit, one slick, messy slurp after another and the last thread holding you together breaks. You come like a sprinkler, juices raining down his fingers, splashing along your inner thighs. You’re up so high you could touch the moon and you might never come back down.

Giving your clit one last kiss, Yunho sits back, as pussy drunk as any man’s ever been. “She dead?”

“Hmm, don’t know.” Mingi grabs your cheeks, squishing them together. His face dances above yours, the inverted view making you dizzier than you already are. “You still with us?”

Words seem like such a foreign concept right now. You reach through the haze of your mind, grasping at what you can.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s my girl” he laughs, kissing the bridge of your nose, “Let’s get you untied, yeah?”

Delicately rolling you onto your side, he busies himself untying the rope while Yunho ventures over to the bag again, digging for something out of view. You breathe a sigh of relief when the rope unravels, your wrists tingling where it dug into your skin. Mingi sits behind you, pulling you up into his arms. You lay your head on his shoulder, curling up in the warmth of his embrace.

He raises one of your wrists to his lips, kissing the light rope marks. “We missed you.”

“It’s been 24 hours” you tease, knowing very well that it’s been hell for you too.

“So we aren’t allowed to miss you now” Yunho sighs, draping a small throw blanket over your front. “Noted.”

“What else do you have in that bag?” you ask and he drags it over, sitting down to rummage through its contents.

“Um, more rope. Ball gag…didn’t end up needing that. Couple more weapons. Your vibrator. Stole that this morning. Water.” He takes a bottle out and offers it to you, “Drink this. Oh and a shit ton of candy.”

“That was all me” Mingi beams proudly. “Stole it from the kid’s booth.”

“Wow, that’s so mature of you” you gasp, sipping your water, sarcasm oozing from you.

Yunho digs out a handful of candy, “So you don’t want any?”

“I didn’t say that. Give it here.”

He slips it to you like it’s drugs and all conversation ceases as you gorge yourselves on stolen trick or treat candy. It’s the first alone time you’ve gotten with each other in a while and it’s too precious not to treasure.

“We’re sorry we’ve been so busy lately” Yunho apologizes, breaking the silence. “It’s so easy to get caught up in everything but we swear it won’t happen again. We don’t wanna lose you.”

Wrapping yourself in the blanket, you crawl over to straddle his lap. “You were never gonna lose me, Yunie. I was the one afraid to lose you.”

His arms close around you, bringing your chest to his. “Never. You’re never getting rid of us. Are you crazy?” He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your neck, all in rapid succession leaving you in a fit of giggles.

A disturbance in the corn interrupts the tender moment, bringing back the reality that you’re not at home. You’re quite literally at work in a public place that’s probably crawling with people at this point. You scramble to make yourself decent, stuffing your boobs back into your bra just as Yeosang wanders into the clearing. His hand's over his eyes, a flashlight illuminating the ground ahead of him.

“What are you doing?” Mingi snorts, tossing the rope back into the bag.

“I’m protecting my innocence!” Yeosang shouts back.

Yunho smooths out the back of your dress for you, seizing the opportunity to touch your ass. “Well you’re fine. Innocence preserved.”

Yeosang lowers his hand, skeptical of how safe it actually is to look. “Good then hurry up, doors are about to open and Hongjoong’s gonna kill me if you aren’t in your spots.”

“No worries. I just gotta run to the bathroom.” You touch your hair and know it’s a wreck without having to see it. “Probably to the makeup trailer too.” You turn to Mingi with your hand out, “Fangs please.”

He digs them out of his pocket, handing them over with a frown. “You’re still gonna work tonight? Aren’t you…” he cuts his eyes at Yeosang, lowering his voice, “Sore?”

“Sore? I’m fine” you say, swaying as you attempt to walk.

Yunho grabs your arm, helping you regain your balance, “Yeah, fine, totally.”

“I really am” you swear, giving them a reassuring smile, “Never felt better.”

In reality you’re aching all over but it's the most glorious ache of your life and you fear if you don’t distract yourself with something else it’ll consume every thought you have for the rest of the night. So silly of you to think that it won’t happen anyway.

“You go ahead with Yeosang. We’ll put the fire out” Mingi insists, waving you away when you linger, hesitant to part from them.

“Here, take my hand. The ground’s kinda bumpy this way” Yeosang says and you take his hand, letting him lead you back between the rows.

You make it a few steps out of the clearing when you hear Yunho call your name. You turn back to find them staring at you, masks on, weapons in hand.

“Be careful being all alone out here tonight” he warns.

Mingi blows you a kiss. “Who knows what else could happen to you?”

It’s a promise masquerading as a threat. You’re far from being out of danger and, with the two of them after you, it’s hard to want anything else.

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