Pairing: Jungsu x Jiseok x Hyeongjun (background poly OT6)
Summary: He knew he wasn't going to be ignored—not after what happened before—but Jiseok couldn't have prepared himself for the immediate onslaught of attention 🔞
Words: 1.4k
Content: pwp, canon compliant, an attempt at being nicer to jiseok, comparatively too much attention but still sweet, not exactly hurt/comfort but he does get embarrassed and cry a bit again, smut warnings under the cut ♡
a/n: despite wanting to work on weirder things i had an idea for continuing this and couldn't get it out of my head so. this really did start with wanting to be nicer to jiseok. i don't know how well it worked. enjoy <3
Smut warnings: anal sex, whatever it's called when you fuck someone while being fucked, anal plug, dacro, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, premature ejaculation, hyung kink kinda
The last thing Jiseok expected was to find himself in the almost complete opposite situation next time he was called into Jungsu's room.
He knew he wasn't going to be ignored—not after what happened before—but Jiseok couldn't have prepared himself for the immediate onslaught of attention. Being touched was one thing; what they were doing was another entirely.
Standing sandwiched between them again, this time with two of Hyeongjun's fingers slowly opening him up and Jungsu's lips against his neck, was enough to already have Jiseok trembling. There was something so dizzying about feeling them hard through their clothes while Jiseok was stripped bare, like they were trying to make up for missing out rather than the other way around, not affording the time to get undressed when they could have their hands on him instead.
That didn't mean Jiseok wasn't dying to properly feel the warmth of their skin—relishing in Jungsu's hand gripping under his thigh to wrap it around his waist, giving Hyeongjun better access to add another finger even if Jiseok leaning back against his shoulder made it more difficult. Judging by the light kiss to the top of his head, Hyeongjun didn't mind.
"You still want it the same way?" Jungsu giggled at Jiseok’s confused frown. "Like we were. With you in the middle."
Jiseok had gotten so lost in their touch that he'd forgotten he could have more, only able to nod with Hyeongjun curling his fingers distractingly well and Jungsu's achingly fond smile. He whimpered after they both broke contact, but it wasn't like he could complain when it was to drop their clothes to the floor, and he followed Hyeongjun to kneel on the bed without question.
Seeing him bend over the same way from behind was what Jiseok had wanted, but it was even worse than he'd imagined from the side. The plug shone under the overhead light, surrounded by an excessive amount of lube Jiseok hadn't expected at all since they only ever used what was necessary for him, and all he could do was stare until the mattress dipped under Jungsu's weight.
"Here," Jungsu pressed flush against him, one arm around Jiseok's middle and reaching for Hyeongjun with the other. "You can just watch for now."
Before Jiseok could get a word in, Jungsu pulled on the plug, making Hyeongjun gasp when it popped out. All thoughts melted away with Jungsu pushing it back in slowly, toying with Hyeongjun in a way Jiseok never had the patience for, and the sticky wet sounds mixing with Hyeongjun's quiet moans had Jiseok digging his nails into his palms to breathe.
"Please," Hyeongjun looked over his shoulder, eyes half lidded and ears visibly burning through his hair. "Want you."
Hyeongjun clenching around nothing when the plug was placed on the shelf made Jiseok's heart pound against his ribcage, but it was nothing on Jungsu physically positioning him behind, the visual of being guided by Jungsu's hand around his dick almost as bad as the feeling of sinking inside. It was enough to forget why he'd been stretched.
The click of the lube cap made his eyes widen, only just catching himself above Hyeongjun's shoulders when he was tipped forward before Jungsu lined up with his hole. Jiseok's mouth dropped open as he was filled faster than he could brace himself for, Hyeongjun's soft moan from suddenly being deeper making him even dizzier, and recognition crept up his spine too late.
"Wait, I—"
A shudder wracked his body, whimpering pathetically as his fists wrinkled the bedcovers, the other two going motionless when they realised what Jiseok had done. Fuck.
"Did you just…"
Hyeongjun's voice trailing off in disbelief sent icy shame through Jiseok's veins, tears pricking the corners of his eyes before spilling down his cheeks with Jungsu dragging him backwards and upright, vision too blurred to see Hyeongjun flipping over. He hadn't meant to do it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to come, I'm sorry, I'm—"
His babbled apologies were cut off by Jungsu's cock twitching inside, not at all understanding the cause until his vision cleared to see Hyeongjun's hand tightly around himself, his legs spread wide and chest heaving as he watched Jiseok calm down. Jiseok still didn't get it.
"Seriously?" Hyeongjun laughed, sounding slightly crazed. "Felt so good you couldn't help it? Jiseok-ah, that's so hot."
Jungsu's hum of agreement vibrated against Jiseok's back, smoothing his palms across his stomach to his hips, trying to push him down when he was already so deep making Jiseok whine. Being exposed was already embarrassing, so their eyes trained on his dick hardening again made Jiseok squirm, but there was no point hiding. He'd do anything they wanted him to.
"Think you can try again?"
It wasn't really a question.
Crawling to Hyeongjun meant leaving Jungsu, but for all that it was uncomfortable, Jiseok knew it wouldn't be for long. What he didn't know was what Hyeongjun was planning to do.
Looking down at Hyeongjun—flushed with his hair fanned out and lips parted prettily—made Jiseok crave a taste, not thinking much of Hyeongjun readjusting when he gave in. Hyeongjun's fingers unlinked from behind Jiseok's neck after a moment, feeling them leave his body making Jiseok break the kiss, and he nearly choked on his own spit when he took in what he was doing.
Hyeongjun had shifted to hold under his knees, offering himself openly with them being brought up near his shoulders, basically putting himself in a mating press. He shouldn't have gotten so flexible.
It made Jiseok worry that he wouldn't last again, but his hips being tipped back that way was kind of necessary for Jungsu to join them, which Jiseok was reminded of as soon as he was inside Hyeongjun again. A palm on the small of his back kept him in place as Jungsu pushed in, far slower than the first time, but it was just as overwhelming.
He was nice enough to stay still for Jiseok to have a moment, and he really needed it, breathing shallowly with his forehead pressed to Hyeongjun's as Jungsu ran his palms gently over his heated skin. As much as it was sweet—so very Jungsu—he wasn't dumb enough to think they would stay that way. Jungsu was clearly holding himself back. Something had to snap.
Jiseok was entirely trapped between them when Jungsu suddenly pitched forward, panting by Hyeongjun's ear as Jungsu started rolling his hips, every movement translated into him fucking Hyeongjun. The thought that Jungsu was fucking Hyeongjun through him, as if he was nothing more than a toy, made Jiseok shiver.
It felt too good. Jungsu always filled him so perfectly—knew how to use his added strength and size to be what Jiseok needed—and it forcing him deeper into Hyeongjun's surrounding warmth was even more mind numbing. Still, Jiseok was determined to hold out. Remembering his come had added to how wet Hyeongjun was really didn't help.
"Gonna give me more?" Hyeongjun asked between punched out breaths as Jungsu sped up. "It's okay. You get so tight when you're close that hyung won't last long either."
"Hey," Jungsu huffed, pout audible in his voice. "Could if I wanted to."
"I don't. Want to feel you come in him."
Hyeongjun petted Jiseok's hair when he cried out. The easy affection was his undoing.
Hiding in Hyeongjun's neck, Jiseok trembled as he spilled inside for the second time, moaning louder from Jungsu not slowing down. Hyeongjun had to have been getting sore from the position, but it was his cock dragging against his stomach making him groan, and Jiseok knew he had to do something.
"Hyung," he tightened around Jungsu harder, knowing that using the honorific would get to him. "Hyeongjunnie wants you to come in me. Please, hyungie, you have to."
Jungsu's weight pushed him further down, getting as deep as he could when his hips stuttered to a stop, and it took a second for Jiseok to realise Jungsu was kissing Hyeongjun as he came inside him. Something about it made his eyes roll back, almost at his breaking point from coming dry and exhausted, but it was what Hyeongjun needed to tip over the edge without being touched.
"Oh, fuck," he breathed heavily as it smeared on his skin, slowly lowering his legs making Jiseok slip out, closely followed by a dribble of come and lube. "Are you okay?"
Jiseok nodded lazily after Jungsu finally flopped onto the bed beside them, snuggling into his chest when he was pulled over, wiggling happily from Hyeongjun clinging to him from behind. It was the closeness Jiseok wanted the most. He couldn't care less about them being gross if it meant they could stay that way.
He wasn't going to say no to Jungsu gripping his jaw and Hyeongjun slipping a hand between his legs, though. Jiseok never would.
Pairing: Jungsu x Jiseok x Hyeongjun (background poly OT6)
Summary: They really had gotten closer recently and Hyeongjun was more comfortable showing it. Picking up on the way it made Jiseok squirm was just part of the fun. Making it worse was too hard to resist 🔞
Words: 2.9k
Content: pwp, canon compliant, jiseok is very weird over jungjun and finally actually put in the cuck chair, hurt/comfort, he cries a lot but he's fine i promise, smut warnings under the cut ♡
a/n: after all the jokes at both my and his expense i finally said fuck it. i'm putting that boy in the cuck chair !! and he's going to cry about it !! so thank you to those who voted in the poll and sorry it's a little bit late for his birthday :( i hope you enjoy <3
Smut warnings: cuckolding, dacro, anal sex, hand jobs, anal plug, multiple orgasms, coming untouched AND in pants (hell yeah)
Jiseok didn't know why seeing Jungsu with Hyeongjun made him feel so weird. It was totally irrational, especially with them all being involved, and he was completely aware of it. Whatever was happening was starting to manifest in an unfortunate way, though, and even worse was that they were using it to their advantage.
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It wasn't that they hadn't been in the first place, but Hyeongjun was beginning to outwardly show how close he was to everyone. It was sweet, the fans loved to see it and it was fun for them, too. Mostly.
The issue for Jiseok was how he'd started acting with Jungsu specifically. Something had shifted, and at least to Jiseok, it was extremely noticeable. Why were they acting that way in public?
Why did he care?
Everyone was like it to an extent—always had been and likely always would be—but he had no reason to feel so possessive over Hyeongjun, especially with the person Jiseok could admit he was probably the closest to himself. Jealousy wasn't even the right word. It wasn't nice to admit that he wanted their attention the most, but when he really stopped to think about it, that was what it boiled down to. How embarrassing.
As if he wasn't already making enough of a fool of himself, Jiseok was sure they were playing it up more, and rather than communicating, it just made the way he acted even worse. He didn't mean to constantly orbit Hyeongjun and use any opportunity to touch. He didn't mean to look at Jungsu like he hung the stars in the sky and let him manhandle his body however he saw fit. He didn't mean to get so tense whenever they were together, itching to put himself between them so he could have their attention.
It was mortifying for Jiseok to catch himself doing it. Even more so when he went online and saw his hopeless behaviour uploaded in 4k, the times he hadn't realised he'd fumbled an interaction with Hyeongjun or stuck a little too close to Jungsu making his stomach sink and cheeks flush hot. At least the way he felt when he saw them together didn't show so much. That really would be awful.
Still, it wasn't possible for them to not notice how weird he was being. Weirder than usual, at least. Seeking each other out more wasn't on purpose in that sense; they really had gotten closer recently and Hyeongjun was more comfortable showing it. Picking up on the way it made Jiseok squirm was just part of the fun. Making it worse was too hard to resist.
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Receiving a message to meet in Jungsu's bedroom would have been far less suspicious if Jiseok hadn't seen Hyeongjun following him in there earlier. That had already made him antsy, knowing full well that they could be doing anything in there together, so staring down at his phone screen had him reeling.
It could be totally innocent. It probably was totally innocent. There was no reason for it not to be.
That was what Jiseok told himself when he sent a quick reply and dropped his phone on his desk, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves before stepping out of his room to head to Jungsu's. It was pointless with his heart rate spiking again when he got to the door. It was never closed.
"Just a second!"
Having Hyeongjun's voice ring through when he tentatively knocked made Jiseok's breath stutter, chewing on his bottom lip until it opened after what felt like hours of waiting, only to suddenly be face to face with Hyeongjun himself. Jiseok had expected Jungsu, not Hyeongjun smiling down at him so prettily it ached. It was impossible to not notice how his lips were slightly swollen, though.
"What's up?" he asked awkwardly when Hyeongjun stepped out of the way, gulping when Jungsu came into view sitting on the edge of his bed. "Need me for something?"
"No," Jungsu stood after Hyeongjun shut the door, smirking as Jiseok tried to not melt just from his head being tipped up by the chin. "We don't need you for anything."
"That's the point," Hyeongjun moved close behind to speak directly into Jiseok's ear when he made a confused little noise. "You already stare enough. Thought you might like to watch this, too."
Jiseok shivered when Jungsu leaned in, still not figuring out what was happening until his lips met Hyeongjun's over his shoulder, trapping him between them. He wasn't being totally ignored with Hyeongjun's fingers digging into his waist, but besides being pressed together, that was the only indication they remembered Jiseok was there at all.
They broke apart when Jiseok pawed at Jungsu's chest with a soft whimper—not because he was uncomfortable or didn't want to be there, but because he couldn't see properly. That was too embarrassing to admit out loud, and thankfully they picked up on it from his flushed cheeks and eyes darting between them without needing to say it.
"Come here," Jungsu guided Jiseok to his desk chair, spinning it around to face the bed after he sat down. "Now, no touching, okay?"
Kissing Jiseok's forehead when he nodded, Jungsu stepped away to turn back to Hyeongjun, both of them already acting as if he wasn't in the room. The not-quite-jealousy swirled as Jiseok watched Hyeongjun crawl into Jungsu's lap when he sat on the edge of the bed again, his hands closing into fists on his thighs when Jungu's landed on Hyeongjun's hips. As much as Jiseok hated not having any attention on him, this was new. They were perfect together.
He could only see from behind, but Jungsu's hands taking up so much space on Hyeongjun's body after removing his shirt was mind-numbing, the way he slowly rocked making it even worse. Only being a short distance away meant he could hear Hyeongjun's breath stutter from Jungsu's palms sliding further down, focusing on his thumbs hooking under the waistband, gasping when Hyeongjun lifted himself enough for it to be pulled beneath him.
Of course they'd been up to something before he got there. Jiseok still didn't expect to see the base of a plug.
Jungsu getting his fingers around it made Jiseok squirm as much as Hyeongjun, fixated on it being eased in and out, getting a clear view he hadn't experienced before. Even if they weren't directly acknowledging him, Jiseok was sure Jungsu pulling it out all the way to show how open Hyeongjun stayed was for him to see, biting his lips to hold back a whine when it was pushed back inside.
Hyeongjun's expression was hidden by his head on Jungsu's shoulder and hair falling in his face, but Jiseok knew exactly what he looked like when he was being played with—easy to imagine his lips parted and brows pinched as he fought to keep still. It never worked for long, so it wasn't surprising for him to lower himself just slightly to chase more, and it was cute, in a way. Almost distracting enough to forget what was about to happen.
"Hyung, please," Hyeongjun sighed when Jungsu let go of the plug to leave it fully inside, tugging on the hem of Jungsu's shirt for him to take it off. "Enough."
Swallowing hard when Jungsu nodded, Jiseok watched Hyeongjun stand for them to quickly throw the rest of their clothes on the floor, confused when he climbed on the bed the wrong way. It only lasted a moment before he realised what they were doing. The chair had been left by the desk, closer to the end of the bed. They wanted to be sure he could still see their faces from the side.
Instead of bearing his weight on his arms, Hyeongjun bent all the way down to the mattress with his ass in the air, flicking his hair away to not obscure his face. His eyes were closed, so it wasn't like he was actually acknowledging Jiseok, but it was definitely on purpose. Just the thought that they still cared made Jiseok's thighs press together.
That was a problem. He'd been so transfixed on what they were doing that Jiseok hadn't fully processed that he was hard, dick straining against his underwear, having to dig his nails into his palms to not touch. Jungsu told him not to. He could be good. He had to be good.
It was much easier when Jungsu took the plug out again. The little sigh Hyeongjun made was barely audible, but he was never very loud, forcing Jiseok to breathe shallowly to hear more after Jungsu turned his attention back to him.
Something Jiseok had always hated was Jungsu pretending to not be as worked up as he was. Like this, he could see Jungsu taking his time to run his palms over Hyeongjun's skin—not to tease, but to appreciate—and unlike himself getting frustrated, Hyeongjun relaxed under the gentle touch, further arching his back to try to grind against him.
Jiseok had never seen Hyeongjun that way, his pleased hum bordering a purr when Jungsu grabbed the lube from his bed shelf to quickly slick himself up, and that made him tip more towards envy. Of who, he wasn't sure. Did he want to be the one to make Hyeongjun act like that or did he want to be melting under Jungsu?
Both. Jiseok wanted to be between them. He wanted their attention so badly it ached, feeling so stupid to have the thought make his eyes burn, and he had no choice in ignoring it. He couldn't cry over this. Had to be good.
The tip of Hyeongjun's tongue poked between his lips when Jungsu finally started pushing inside, far too cute for what was happening, making it difficult for Jiseok to know where to focus. Jungsu's eyes were trained on his dick slowly sinking inside Hyeongjun, keeping him spread with slightly shaky breaths that left Jiseok dying to have the same view, but he also knew how Jungsu felt inside, how he filled him up perfectly, and watching him bottom out was just as bad.
"Doing okay?"
Jungsu's voice broke him from his daze. It seemed like he was only addressing Hyeongjun, not directly looking at Jiseok, but the corners of his mouth turned up when he nodded hesitantly, so he must have seen him in his peripheral. It helped settle Jiseok's mind, just a little. Drawing his hips back after Hyeongjun's breathy 'yes', not so much.
Treating Hyeongjun like he was made of porcelain was half-expected. Jiseok tended to be cautious with him, afraid that Hyeongjun would shatter with one wrong move, but Jungsu went about it differently. After pushing back in slowly and skimming a hand down Hyeongjun's spine to tuck his hair behind his ear, it dawned on Jiseok that there was no fear at all behind being so gentle. It was how Jungsu always was with Hyeongjun, just in a different context.
That put a new perspective on Hyeongjun's behaviour—meeting Jungsu's hips halfway like he was trying to make him go faster without wanting to say it, the bedcovers twisted in his fists and muffling his sweet sounds growing in volume as Jungsu started moving properly. He wasn't being impatient. Hyeongjun was taking what he was given and chasing more, just as he was beginning to do with Jungsu in general.
Something about it all made Jiseok's stomach swoop. He knew he wasn't intruding since he'd been invited into it, but it felt too raw to just be like a performance, leaving him even more desperate join. Jiseok had been too afraid to blink in case he missed anything, but his thighs twitching was so distracting he couldn't help looking down, exhaling harshly at the wet spot forming from how badly he was leaking precome just from watching.
Gripping the sides of the chair to keep from touching himself, Jiseok refocused on the two in front of him, eyes widening when Jungsu leaned forward to brace himself on the bed. It forced Hyeongjun's knees further apart, hovering closer to the mattress making him seem so small under Jungsu's broader body, and Jiseok could tell he wanted to properly hide his face in the covers. Instead, Jiseok had to be subjected to the prettiest moans slipping between Hyeongjun's bunny teeth, Jungsu murmuring something by his ear making him shudder. It was all too much.
"Don't stop," Hyeongjun managed between punched out breaths as Jungsu sped up, bringing his left arm beneath him with a whine. "Close. I'm gonna—oh, fuck, hyung!"
It was mesmerising to watch Hyeongjun fall apart, the fingers of his left hand wrapped around his cock just so it wouldn't obstruct Jiseok's view of his come dripping onto the bedcovers, only getting louder when Jungsu didn't stop. That was Jiseok's undoing.
He didn't touch himself, still desperate to keep his promise to Jungsu, but he couldn't hold it back. Slapping a hand over his mouth, tears blurred the sight of the wet patch growing as Jiseok's body shook, feeling so pathetic for coming in his pants that he was afraid to see if they noticed. Looking up was definitely a mistake.
Hyeongjun's eyes were open.
There was no contempt or disgust or even heat behind them. He was just staring, and with Jungsu still fucking into him, it made Jiseok hang his head and sob harder. Why was Jungsu ignoring him?
"Inside."
Jiseok just caught Hyeongjun's voice through his cries, Jungsu's groan following a second later, blinking enough to see him buried deep with his arms wound tightly around Hyeongjun's body. It wasn't fair.
Covering his face with his hands, Jiseok tried to get his breathing under control, but was too hard alone. He needed comfort. Why were they ignoring him?
"Jiseok-ah? Breathe."
The fingers combing through his hair were too kind. He whimpered when they left to rest on his knee.
"We're here, Gaonie. Hands away."
Letting them be pulled from his face, Jiseok took in how they were still messy but had put their shirts and underwear back on, kneeling on the floor with expressions that tore him apart.
"You did so well. So good for us."
Jiseok dropped from the chair into Jungsu's lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and clawing at his back as he trembled, not caring about how tearstained his shoulder would be whenever he managed to stop crying. It was kind of Jungsu's fault, anyway.
None of it mattered. There was still safety in Jungsu's arms, Hyeongjun's palm rubbing soothing circles over his shoulderblades and their voices blending into low whispers of praise. That was what he'd wanted. Their attention.
Hyeongjun shuffled behind when Jiseok's breathing calmed, pulling him close and pressing gentle kisses up the side of his neck as Jungsu sat with his legs crossed to be more comfortable. It was nothing like Jiseok was used to from Hyeongjun, but he wasn't going to complain. Definitely not when Jungsu squeezed the tops of his thighs, staring at the stain left from Jiseok’s come as Hyeongjun's hand travelled down to trace over the outline of his dick hardening embarrassingly fast again.
He was still sensitive—emotionally and physically—so he couldn't help trying to squirm away from the touch. It wasn't possible being sandwiched between them, Jiseok's head falling back against Hyeongjun's shoulder with Jungsu holding his hips still, his eyes fluttering closed when fingers dipped beneath his waistband.
"It was harder to not look than we thought it would be, you know," Jungsu licked his lips when Hyeongjun pulled his dick free. "Sounded so pretty trying to hold yourself back. What do you think made Hyeongjunnie come?"
That was what Jungsu had said? Jiseok couldn't believe it, forcing his eyes open after Hyeongjun properly took him in his palm, squeaking in surprise to find Jungsu already openly staring. It was like he was trying to make up for lost time—searching over every inch of Jiseok's face as he melted under Hyeongjun's touch—and for Jiseok, it was unbearable.
They were so close that he barely had to move to crash their mouths together, moaning into the kiss when Hyeongjun tightened his grip, louder when he recognised they were both hard against him. He did that. Jiseok made them feel good. The thought almost had him crying again.
"I know what you want," Hyeongjun murmured as he slipped his free hand into Jiseok's shirt to squeeze his chest. "Next time you can be in the middle, okay? We did put the plug back in but you won't last long enough now."
It wasn't as mean as it sounded, just an observation, but it still made Jiseok's head spin. What he said before it took a second longer for Jiseok to process, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"Next time?" he asked, his voice weak from being so overwhelmed. "You… want me together again?"
"Of course," Jungsu lifted his head by the jaw to force eye contact, and even if he'd done it countless times in the past, it still never failed to make Jiseok's heart race. "I would love to see you try to fuck Hyeongjunnie with me filling you up."
"Think we could make you cry again?" Hyeongjun moved his hand faster when Jiseok's breaths stuttered. "Even prettier when you're desperate."
Jiseok trembled as he spilled over Hyeongjun's fingers. He hadn't realised he was that close, so he couldn't give any warning, but they knew him too well to have not noticed. It was claustrophobic with their hands all over him, not having any idea what they were saying with his head full of fog, but Jiseok couldn't bring himself to care too much.
They wanted him. That was all Jiseok could ask for.
