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What had started as a mere suggestion to be polite turned into you hosting a post album recording party for Ateez. They had just finished recording their last Japanese album and were gearing up for their last comeback a few months from now.
Hongjoong had been talking about inviting all the partners of the various group members over that night for some drinks and movies while you were sitting at their dining table enjoying coffee one morning. You, Hongjoong, San, and Miyeon, Hongjoong’s girlfriend, were lazing about while Seonghwa cleaned up after Wooyoung as he made breakfast. The rest of the boys were still asleep.
You had volunteered once Seonghwa had started complaining about all the unnecessary cleaning he’d have to do before they could come over. You had all told him that was silly since the apartment was always uncharacteristically clean for a small place housing 8 full grown men. Your apartment, on the other hand, was about the same square footage as their place, but only had two bedrooms instead of their four. It was also always pristine due to your housekeeper, Mrs. Lee, who came once a week to deep clean the place while you were there, and once a month when you were away.
Usually, Mrs. Lee would bring you whatever delicious food she had made for her husband when she came, insisting that you try her newest recipe. She was a sweet, elderly lady who cleaned houses after she had retired from her job as a librarian. Your neighbor had recommended her to you when you had when you mentioned you were often gone for work.
“Are you sure, Y/n,” Hongjoong’s arm was around Miyeon as he sipped his coffee.
You waved your hand dismissively. “Sure it’ll be no problem. You guys just won’t be able to spend the night unless you want to camp out in my living room and fight over the spare room.”
“And listen to you and Yunho fuck? No thanks,” Wooyoung's loud laugh rang from the kitchen and you rolled your eyes as a blush crept onto your cheeks but you did your best to hide it, taking a sip of your coffee.
“Shut up, bastard,” Yunho had finally rolled out of bed. His sandy blonde hair was messy and his eyes bleary as he sat in the chair beside you. Instead of greeting you, he pulled you from your chair, dragging you into his lap before he buried his face in your shoulder. When you asked if he wanted coffee, he just shook his head, not bothering to lift it and tightening his arms around your waist to keep you seated.
You were still facing everyone else at the table so you and Hongjoong continued to discuss the details. He insisted on buying all the snacks the members would consume while you agreed to provide the alcohol if they could get you a list of what everyone wanted. He agreed easily and the conversation gradually drifted to other topics.
Wooyoung called that breakfast was finished and had disappeared to wake the missing members just as you and Seonghwa, who had joined you all at the table to discuss planning for the evening, had started your interrogation of San. He had recently introduced you all to his new boyfriend, a man younger than him by a few years named Hosung. Hosung was a college student as well as a barista and bartender who San had hooked up with after a concert about two months ago. The two had hit it off well and had recently started dating officially. You wanted to know all the dirty details while Seonghwa wanted to know on which pieces of his precious furniture they had fucked on. Miyeon watched on with a smile while Hongjoong complained it was too early to be talking about this. San had coyly answered your questions and dodged Seonghwa’s until he had enough.
Right before Seonghwa start yelling when San told him they exclusively had sex on Seonghwa’s bed, Mingi, Jongho, and Yeosang followed Wooyoung into the room and the table was set.
When you had pulled yourself from Yunho’s arms to sit properly in a seat between him and Mingi, he whined but settled for resting his big hand on your thigh as you all ate. About halfway through breakfast, Hongjoong had told the remaining members of the gathering at your place this evening.
“Yeosang,” you turned to face the man a few seats away, “feel free to bring Dayeon. You can bring your girlfriend, too, Mingi.”
Mingi cringed and flushed red. “We, uh, broke up a week ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Yunho’s hand that was on your thigh moved to rub Mingi’s back, resting his arm on your shoulders in the process.
“It wasn’t working well.”
“She hadn’t touched him in months,” Wooyoung supplied unhelpfully. Seonghwa hit him across the back of the head.
With a scathing look to Wooyoung who looked sheepish while he held his head, you turned back to Mingi. “We’ll cheer you up, don’t worry.”
He gave you a grateful smile before helping himself to more pancakes.
The rest of the morning passed by quickly and before long you were saying goodbye to the members and kissing Yunho on your way out the door.
With the list of alcohol in hand, you made a quick stop at the store outside your apartment building to gather up what the boys had requested. It came out to two bottles of wine, seventeen bottles of soju in varying flavors and three cases of beer along with some sodas and other mixers.
It was so much, the store clerk and one of his coworkers from the back offered to help you carry it all. With the bottles of wine and some of the soda in a bag, you led them next door to your building.
“Big party?” The clerk asked. He was an older gentleman who had graying hair and many laugh lines. The boy with him was quickly introduced to you as his son.
“Some of my boyfriend’s coworkers just finished a big project at work,” you weren’t lying exactly, but he didn’t need to know the truth. “Here we are!”
You unlocked your door and led them inside. They deposited the cases they were carrying on your white countertops. You tipped them about 70,000 won for their trouble and they thanked you quickly before leaving to return to their store.
Once alone, you quickly sorted all the drinks into rows in your fridge, shaking your head at the sheer amount of alcohol now taking up nearly a quarter of the space in your large silver fridge. Resigning yourself to the chaos that was going to unfold in about seven hours, you decided to relax under a blanket on the couch until you needed to get up and prepare, making a mental list as you did.
Your apartment was clean, but you still felt the need to straighten the pillows on your couch and vacuum a little bit. You also needed to pull out just about all of the blankets you owned from the linen closet as once the movies started it would turn into one big cuddle puddle.
Just as you were making a mental checklist, your front door opened and Yunho entered with the key you had given him when you bought the place. He didn’t see you immediately, removing his shoes and jacket in the entryway and hanging up his keys on his designated hook by the door. He was wearing jeans and a white shirt which you took a moment to appreciate while he was scanning the large, open kitchen/dining room/living room.
When he found you, his eyes lit up. He used the distance between you to get a running start before jumping and flopping down on top of you. You groaned as his heavy frame landed on you and he began to pepper your face with kisses.
“Yunho!”
“I missed you, baby” he’d given up on the kisses by now and was just laying flat on top of you. Usually, you didn’t mind being crushed under him, but breathing was a little difficult with a 6’1 monster of a man squeezing the breath out of you.
With some shoving and promises of kisses, you finally got him to get off of you. He took a seat on the couch and you instantly cuddled up to him, legs thrown over his as you wrapped the blanket around you two.
He claimed his reward of kisses, slowly and steadily while your hand gripped the front of his shirt. When you parted, he lent his forehead against yours while your shared breaths heated the air between you. The hand he had gripping your hip relaxed to sit gently on your thigh.
You both stayed silent for a moment, enjoying how quiet it was, something you hardly got at his dorms. It was him who broke the silence as he shifted away from you to lean back against the couch. You shifted your legs off him causing his hand to slide to your other leg. You settled against him, legs pressed together.
“I missed you.”
“It’s been two hours, Yunho,” you giggled and leaned against him more.
“Too long,” his eyes closed, arm holding you tight to him.
“Well, I’m all yours until 8.” You sent a glance towards the clock on the wall near the hall to your room. “You’ve got about six hours until they start to show up.”
“Six hours is too short, baby,” he protested, large brown eyes opening to meet your gaze.
“Nonsense. There’s a lot we can do in six hours,” your hand fell from his chest to his thigh.
He quirked an eyebrow. “Like what, baby?”
“Well, we couldn’t exactly get a lot of alone time yesterday with you and San sharing a room and before that you were shooting all week…” you bit your lip, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “It’s been a while since we’ve had so much time alone.”
His eyes were growing darker each passing second. They slid over you before settling for staring at your lips before. His own lips were chapped, probably from the twelve hour days on set for his newest drama that had recently wrapped and the way he bit them when he was stressed.
Silence grew again between you, but it was thicker this time as his eyes rose to meet yours in a heated stare. Instead of breaking the silence with words, you decided actions spoke louder. Removing yourself from his grasp, you slid onto the floor between his already spread legs. They widened a bit to accommodate you as his eyes never left yours.
As you sat between his legs, you allowed your hands to find his knees. With your eyes locked on his you slid your hands up his legs, leaning closer as you did, not a sound leaving either of you.
When they reached the point where his hips met his long, toned legs, he finally made a noise. Yunho breathed out a low groan and you took that as your cue to really begin.
By the time you two were a sweaty heap on your bed, you had managed to kill four hours. You were worse off than he was by far. His cum leaked out of you and several new marks joined the nearly faded ones he had left a week ago on your chest. Mercifully, he had all but avoided your throat, meaning you probably didn’t have to wear a turtleneck tonight.
He wasn’t as lucky. Usually, you couldn’t leave marks on him because it would ruin his image if you did. That and the fact that when he was in control, which was most of the time, there was no way you could get near his neck. But because he had no schedules for at least a week and the way he had been vulnerable while recovering from the blow job you had given him on your couch, you’d managed to get him good on the left side of his neck.
Laying tangled together in bed was interrupted by an alarm sounding from your phone that had been discarded in the living room. With a groan, you sat up to go shut off the device that was blaring the sound that signaled it was 6:30, time to prepare. Before you could get out of bed, Yunho stopped you.
“Go shower, I’ll take care of it.”
You gave him a kiss and a thank you as you hauled yourself up and into your ensuite bathroom. Once there, you turned on the overhead and mirror lights to try and get a good view of the damage he had done.
You anticipated the marks and were pleased to find you were correct in your assumption that they didn’t extend all the way to your neck. Before you let yourself really assess the marks, you turned on the large shower to let the water heat up.
Returning to the mirror, you were pleased to find Yunho had painted a trail of love bites and hickies from your left shoulder to your right breast. You allowed your fingers to follow their path to where a few marks circled your nipple and it’s piercing.
It was with your hand on your breast that Yunho found you. He opened the door to the steamy bathroom, pausing to give an appreciative scan of your naked body and the tattoos and bruises that painted it. He didn’t hesitate long though and quickly pressed himself to your back.
His hand replaced yours and he gave your breast a gentle squeeze with his huge hand. It was then, while he was taking in the sight of both of you naked and pressed together in the mirror that he realized he had a few marks of his own. He stepped away from you to lean into the mirror but kept one hand on your back, the other prodding at the hickies with his fingertips. His eyes met yours through the mirror and a smirk crept onto his face.
“Sneaky girl,” his eyes left the mirror and he leant back against the counter, tugging you towards him by the waist. “When’d you leave that?”
“On the couch, after I…” you trailed off, not being able to say it. Your eyes traveled from his to the mirror where you had a lovely view of his built back, the tree tattoo on his spine, and your self satisfied but blushing face peering over his shoulder. It brought an even wider smile to your face.
“Mmm, I like it,” you could feel his hardening dick against your thigh. “I think I’ll leave it for everyone to see.”
When you tried to bury your face in his chest, he caught your chin and redirected your face to his, attaching your lips to his. The kiss grew heated fast, with his tongue bullying its way into your mouth.
You forced yourself away. “Shower,” you panted, but he quickly pulled your mouth back to his as he walked you backwards. Steady hands on your hips assured you that he wouldn't let you fall.
When he walked you into the shower, he passed the two of you directly through the warm spray of the waterfall shower head, causing you to break away again with a loud gasp. Your hair stuck to your face as you stared into his hooded eyes. With a groan that was nearly a growl, he spun you so your back was to him and pushed you against the wall before he once again had his way with you.
By the time you escaped the shower, you only had about 20 minutes to dress and clean your apartment. You had once again gotten lucky and the only new addition to the marks on your body was a rather deep one on the back of your neck.
Yunho had left you to blow dry your hair as he collected your clothes from the living room and straightened everything up so it wasn’t as obvious you two had spent the last few hours fucking. Your hair was mostly dry and you had abandoned the bathroom in favor of pulling loose shorts and one of Yunho’s hoodies onto you when the doorbell rang. Thankfully, Yunho was still in the living room and he answered the door.
The usual greetings from the more mature members were drowned out by the sounds of Wooyoung and San’s laughs as they loudly made comments about the marks on Yunho’s neck. You had tried to chase him down with concealer, but he had fought you off rather easily. You gave up trying just as quickly and resigned yourself to the teasing remarks and jokes you were both sure to endure.
With a sigh, you made your way out of your room where San, Wooyoung, Hojung, San’s boyfriend, Hongjoong, and Miyeon were crowded around the island in the kitchen. Yunho was standing next to Wooyoung, who was forcing him to turn his head to bear the marks you had left him. Your boyfriend had a proud smirk on his face that only grew when he saw you approaching.
You slapped Wooyoung’s hand away from Yunho and squeezed between them to tuck yourself under his arm.
“At least Y/n doesn’t look like she was attacked with a vacuum cleaner,” San remarked as he regarded your appearance.
“You just can’t see all of her,” if it was possible, Yunho looked even more proud of himself as San and Wooyoung howled while Hongjoong muttered ‘gross’.
You slapped Yunho’s chest before pulling his arm off you. You grabbed Miyeon’s and Hojung’s hands guiding them to your couch, but not before snagging a bottle of apple soju out of the fridge.
The three of you settled down, with you and Miyeon sitting close together on the couch and Hojung taking a seat on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. You both watched in fascination as Miyeon twirled the bottle before snapping the lid off. Conversation came easily as the three of you shared sips until the bottle was empty.
Miyeon was in the middle of her story about how one of the idols she dressed had ripped his pants while trying to impress a female idol with his taekwondo moves when the doorbell rang again. It was the rest of the boys with all the snacks for the evening, including four large pizzas.
The three of you watched with fondness as the number of men in your kitchen doubled in size and volume. They embraced each other as if they didn’t already live together and had seen each other probably as recently as 30 minutes ago.
Doyeon, Yeosang’s girlfriend, fled from the group of men to come sit on the far side of Hojung, farther away from the kitchen, on the floor. She was a quiet girl but so incredibly beautiful. The two of you were well acquainted as you’d both been dating Ateez members for a while now, but she wasn’t as open as Miyeon and Hojung were so you wouldn’t exactly consider her a friend, more an acquaintance than anything.
She listened with rapt attention as Miyeon continued her story about the ripped pants, while your eyes were drawn to the men in your kitchen. Specifically, Yunho, whose shirt rose as he reached for the paper plates in your cupboards, revealing the slightest bit of toned stomach.
Hojung’s hand resting on your folded legs broke you out of your trance. He had a half smirk and wide, teasing eyes. “He’s so hot, right?”
You laughed, teasing him back. “Keep your hands off him, you’ve already got one dancer, leave this one to me.”
“That I will,” his eyes trailed over the men as Miyeon and Doyeon had their own conversation going next to you. “I’ve got enough to focus on.”
His eyes were darting between San AND Wooyoung. Your mouth fell open with shock and before you could ask him about their relationship, the men were bounding into the living room.
Yunho had his hands full of napkins and paper plates which he quickly deposited on the table behind Hojung before sitting next to you, arm slung around your shoulder. Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the men, all carrying something necessary like alcohol, pizza, and all sorts of other snacks and drinks.
Yeosang had pushed himself between Doyeon and Hojung, likely to serve as a calm buffer between her and the chaotic struggle that was about to happen. Wooyoung bullied his way into the small space between Hojung and Yeosang while San claimed his boyfriend's other side. Hongjoong had settled on the far side of Miyeon and she happily leaned back against him. Jongho had opted for the safest option of taking the armchair next to Hongjoong so he didn’t get smashed by the pile of couples on the couch and surrounding floor. Seonghwa took the couch space next to Yunho. That left Mingi, staring at the pile of people, contemplating where to sit.
Before he could settle on the floor in front of the coffee table, you scooted closer into Yunho’s side and pushed Miyeon slightly towards Hongjoong, creating a space that was barely big enough for the tall man but would work. You’d seen him force himself into smaller spaces before.
“Here, Mingi,” you patted the spot and he nodded. Yunho kissed the top of your head while Mingi was navigating his way around the people on the floor. Once he had settled in and his leg was pressing against yours, the boys on the floor started passing out pizza, snacks, and alcohol. Miyeon had snatched the remote and was now turning on the tv to search for the first movie of the night.
When everyone had their food, Miyeon asked for suggestions and there were shouts from nearly everyone except yourself, Doyeon and Hongjoong. Arguing broke out between San and Wooyoung as San wanted ‘Mean Girls’ and Wooyoung insisted on one of your movies but you quickly shot him down. San, thinking he had won, turned to Miyeon smugly but was shut down by multiple boys yelling no at him.
“Alright!” Miyeon had them quiet in an instant. “Why don’t we let our host pick since she so generously let us crash her quiet night in.”
That wasn’t true. No matter where the group held the get together, you would have been in this exact position and it would have been nowhere near a quiet night but you let it slide, smiling while groans echoed out.
“Jurassic Park,” more groans came but Miyeon’s smile matched your own as she navigated the streaming service.
When Wooyoung got even more vocal about his disappointment, Miyeon instructed Mingi to whack him, and the tall man eagerly obeyed.
“If you’re so disappointed, make it a drinking game. Drink every time you see a dinosaur. I’m sure you’ll love it after that,” Wooyoung seemed to like this idea and he quieted down, opening his first beer.
Everyone but you, Yunho, Doyeon, Miyeon, and Hongjoong decided to participate in the game, instead taking sips when you felt like it. Seonghwa and Mingi had tried to participate but had given up 20 minutes in. Jongho gave up around the 30 minute mark and Yeosang quit not long after. Hojung, Wooyoung, and San gave it their best, but by the time the movie finished Hojung was slumped against Wooyoung, asleep and San was close behind him.
You offered them your spare room, but they declined and a drunk Wooyoung herded them to the door. Yeosang and Doyeon would make sure they got home safe, citing their own exhaustion since Doyeon was in the middle of a solo comeback, but you figured their exit was more to do with their combined social anxiety and wish for some alone time than a genuine fear the trio wouldn’t make it home.
Once they had left with many goodbyes, the fighting over the next movie returned, although it was less intense with the main instigators Wooyoung and San gone. However, that just left room for two more to take their place.
This time it was Yunho and Mingi, both of them grabbing you as you sat between them. It started as them gripping your arms while shouting about ‘Zootopia’ versus ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’. It escalated when one of Mingi's large hands landed on your thigh as he leaned in to shout at Yunho. Yunho mirrored him and they were face to face over you. You had never felt so small and it ignited something in you that you had thought Yunho’s hours of loving had extinguished for the foreseeable future.
You shrunk back into the couch as their argument continued. When the two men were so close it looked like they might kiss, you decided enough was enough.
“Pirates!” you shouted, somehow both sad and eager to end their fighting and proximity. “Let’s watch the pirate movie.”
Both men turned their attention to you. You swallowed and nodded as Mingi smiled, clearly happy he had won. He moved away and sat back on the couch but his hand didn’t leave your thigh. Neither did Yunho’s.
Miyeon was staring at you, mouth slightly agape before she unfroze and quickly put on the film.
Moments later, when you reached for a can of beer on the table, Mingi’s hand didn’t move. Yunho’s hand did, though, shifting to your lower back as you leaned forward before settling right back on your thigh once you returned to your position.
You wanted to cross your legs to alleviate some of the tension between them, but both mens hands were heavy on your legs. They left you feeling like you couldn’t move them even if you tried. So instead you sat there, between them as you sipped your beer and tried to focus on the plot of the movie. Neither man had drunk very much and no one had brought up Mingi’s break up, probably in an attempt to keep him from drinking himself stupid like San, Wooyoung, and Hojung had.
By the time the movie had finished, Seonghwa and Jongho were starting to nod off and Miyeon and Hongjoong were trading hungry looks as she sat on his lap. You had barely moved, the heat from Yunho and Mingi’s hands leaking from your slightly open thighs up to your core.
When everyone else stood, you, Yunho, and Mingi stayed seated, although Mingi did remove his hand from your leg.
“Mingi, are you coming back with us?” Seonghwa broke the silence.
The man beside you shook his head. “I’ll help them clean and stay in the guest room, if that’s ok?”
You nodded quickly, “Of course.”
It wasn’t that odd. Mingi would regularly stay at your place when Yunho was here. The three of you often had smaller movie nights or just hung out in general. Your boyfriend’s best friend had quickly become close to you and regularly stayed the night after busy schedules when he needed a break from the hectic dorm life they usually endured. Although, Mingi never stayed the night when Yunho wasn’t here. There was a line that had been unconsciously drawn and you had a feeling all three of you might leap over it soon.
Yunho expressed how much he loved seeing you and Mingi grow close. You were some of the most important people in his life and seeing your friendship blossom meant the world to him.
While the others readied themselves to leave, you forced leftover pizza into Jongho’s hands, insisting you couldn’t eat it all. The youngest rolled his eyes and messed up your hair. You swatted at him while laughing. You two were the closest in age and had bonded over it. He even jokingly called you ‘noona’ despite the fact you were younger than him.
The four of them left, leaving you with Yunho and Mingi who had finished cleaning up for the most part and were now rolling around, wrestling on the floor.
You stood, several feet out of the danger zone, to appreciate the view. Mingi’s shirt was riding up as he and Yunho rolled back and forth. The tease of his toned abs were hard to ignore but you forced yourself to clear your throat.
Yunho was straddling Mingi as he pinned his arms to the ground when both men looked up. With their messed up hair, twisted clothes, and panting breaths, they both looked delicious. With their eyes on you, you felt self conscious all of a sudden.
“Am I interrupting something?”
“Possibly,” your boyfriend let go of Mingi’s arms, sitting up fully now. His suggestive smirk was back. “Why? Wanna join?”
Yes. Immediately yes. “Was just curious about how much you’re going to mess up my rug.”
Neither man was buying it, you could tell. Yunho had that look on his face that he got whenever he wanted to bring something new into the bedroom. And judging from the situation, that something was Mingi.
The aforementioned man, still laying on the floor, let his hands move from beside his head to Yunho’s thighs that were still trapping his hips. His sharp eyes were looking you over in a way that ignited the spark he had left with his hand earlier. Yunho glanced down at him before looking back at you several times.
When he seemed to decide that your widening eyes and pressed together legs were enough encouragement for the moment. He switched his focus entirely to Mingi.
With one large hand, he took a handful of the man beneath him’s shirt, slamming their lips together. You and Mingi both let out gasps, but Mingi quickly got over his shock. His hands gripped Yunho’s thighs tighter and he kissed him back just as aggressively.
Their power struggle took much longer than the one between you and Yunho usually did. Eventually, though, Yunho had Mingi keening after every swipe of his tongue. You knew your mouth was wide open but you couldn’t bring yourself to close it.
When they eventually broke apart, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes, lips swollen and hips pressed tightly together, you decided you needed a drink. Turning your back to them, you snatched an unopened bottle of soju off the counter.
The crack of the lid opening drew their attention and before you could even take a sip, Yunho was on you. He pulled the bottle from your fingers and set it back on the counter. His lips were wet and he had a wild look in his eyes.
“If we’re going to do this,” he began, his hand finding its home around your throat. “I need you as sober as you can be.”
You nodded mutely.
“Good girl,” Mingi drew your attention to him as he was suddenly almost as close to you as Yunho. His eyes were just as dark as his and a smirk was playing on his lips.
“Are you ok with this, Y/n?” Yunho drew your attention back to him, his hand falling to your hip.
“Have you-” your voice failed you and you cleared your throat, eyes darting between the two men. “Have you done this before?”
They shared a look that spoke volumes.
“A few times. Before you came into the picture,” it was Mingi that spoke up. He had settled himself behind you, firm chest pressed against your back and fingers tracing over Yunho’s hand on you. “In my opinion, it’s been too long.” His mouth was right by your ear now and you tried to turn to face him, but he stopped you. “Look at him. It was always less about the girls and more about us. Now though,” his other hand was creeping up to take over holding you by the throat. You could barely contain the moan his action created. You felt like your whole body was way too hot and you were probably soaking wet in your panties. “I think you might hold my attention almost as much as he does.”
Yunho was staring at the two of you, hunger in his eyes. If you weren’t sure before, you definitely were now.
“If you let us Y/n, we’ll take good care of you,” Mingi was damn near purring in your ear now. You could feel his erection pressed against your back.
“Yes,” your voice was small, but it was enough. In a combined effort, you were tugged towards Yunho and flipped to face Mingi. He was on you in an instant, lips dominating yours. His tongue swiping into your mouth nearly broke you. That, combined with Yunho grinding himself into your back caused whimper after whimper to fall into Mingi’s mouth. He ate up every noise greedily. That was the best way to describe how he kissed: greedy. His tongue tangled with yours, tasting every inch of your mouth.
You were so wrapped up in clinging to him while he devoured you, you almost missed Yunho’s lips connecting with your neck.
“Bedroom,” you forced yourself away from Mingi, breathing hard. “Please.”
Mingi looked at Yunho and you felt him nod. Yunho released you and Mingi picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed and tried to squirm but a firm swat to your ass and a husky, “Stop moving.” forced you still.
When you had reached your bedroom, Mingi gently set your feet on the ground. As soon as you were stable his lips were back on yours and his hands were grabbing your ass. You clung to him, trying to keep up with his lips.
A hand met yours that was laying against Mingi’s chest. With a start, you pulled away from Mingi. It was Yunho, pressed against his back. He was smirking at you while Mingi’s lips moved to your neck. As he sucked and nibbled, Yunho guided your hand down Mingi’s front to the bulge in his jeans.
With your eyes locked, you took your lower lip between your teeth. Yunho’s hand was guiding yours to rub back and forth across the seam of Mingi’s pants. His other hand was gripping Mingi’s waist tightly and his mouth had met Mingi’s neck while his eyes stayed locked on yours. As Yunho moved your hand faster, applying more pressure, Mingi started releasing low groans against your neck as his lips stalled.
When Yunho withdrew his hand from yours, you kept up with the movements he had started. All three of you were panting and so incredibly turned on, despite the fact that you were all fully clothed.
With one final nip at the neck of the man in front of him, Yunho broke your gaze and moved away from Mingi. Mingi had recovered and grown used to your hand grinding against him and had started pushing his hips into your hand while his mouth resumed sucking on your neck. When Yunho left your vision, your eyes fell shut. You could hear him moving around the room, but all you could focus on was Mingi’s hands kneading your ass and his hips rutting into your hand.
“Mingi,” Yunho’s deep voice drew both of your attention. He was standing by the nightstand on the right side of your bed. In his hand was a condom. He tossed it to Mingi who caught it with one hand he removed from your ass. “Fuck her.”
“Gladly,” Mingi had an almost evil look in his eyes. He took his other hand off your ass to push you backwards. You stumbled a bit, but he made sure you made it safely. Within seconds of crawling onto your bed, Mingi had you stripped.
Yunho’s hands under your arms startled you but he simply pulled you up the bed while Mingi shed his own clothes. When he had you settled against his chest, your own legs hiked over his spread ones, his hands guided your arms to cross under your breasts.
“Don’t move them,” his voice was low and his breath was warm against your ear as you eagerly nodded. With your confirmation, he released your arms to palm your breasts.
He was tweaking your nipples as you both fixed your eyes on Mingi. The tall man at the foot of your bed had started moving towards the pair of you. His eyes were fixed on the place between your open legs. You squirmed, itching to close your legs as his gaze made you self conscious, but Yunho put a stop to that with a quick slap to your left breast that made a high keening noise spill out of you.
Mingi had a look of satisfaction on his face as he finally knelt between your legs. “Think she’s wet enough?”
The way he talked over you to ask Yunho brought even more heat between your legs.
“Mmm probably,” Mingi’s hands laid heavy on your thighs as he kept his gaze on Yunho. “Slut always gets wet from just making out. It’s adorable.”
You couldn’t help the whimper you let out when Yunho referred to you as ‘slut’ or anything equally as demeaning. He didn’t say it often, preferring to call you sweet names, but when he did call you that, it meant you were in for a long night. Although, you weren’t sure if you could handle more than a few rounds after Yunho had fucked you earlier.
Mingi’s grin grew at the noise you made. One of his long fingers moved to your slit to run a finger down you. It made your breath hitch.
“Looks like you were right,” he held his finger up to Yunho’s mouth. It was shining in the light from how wet you were. Yunho eagerly took it in his mouth. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the groan that came from him when he tasted you and the soft sounds of him sucking on Mingi’s finger.
He quickly yanked his finger from Yunho’s mouth, though, with a hiss as your boyfriend’s chest rumbled with a chuckle. “Don’t bite me, dickhead.”
“I’ll bite you all I want since you’re about to fuck my girlfriend,” Yunho’s voice was teasing, but it was getting deeper by the second. “And don’t pretend you don’t love it, whore.”
You gasped. You weren’t expecting Yunho to use the degrading names that were reserved for when the darkest side of him came out on Mingi. The man between your lengths blushed and swallowed hard. His dick had twitched when Yunho had called him ‘whore’ and you assumed, correctly, that Mingi enjoyed that. A lot.
“Get on with it,” Yunho reached a hand out to grab a harsh handful of Mingi’s hair. He drew his face close to his own, leaving yours smashed into Mingi’s firm chest. “Or I’ll fuck her and you can watch and jerk yourself off all night.”
You couldn’t see much aside from Mingi’s pecs, but you heard the rough kiss Yunho gave him. It was brief, as he was shoving Mingi back and hiking your legs up in a fluid motion that left your head spinning.
Mingi caught on and was tearing the condom open and sliding it on as fast as he could. Once his task was completed, he lined himself up with you. You took the time to really assess his dick as he swiped the head through your folds to wet himself. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, but he was just as thick, if not a little thicker. He looked like he’d fill you up nicely.
“One more thing,” Yunho was holding you still as he leaned over to your bedside table for something. You weren’t sure what he was doing but you figured it out quickly when the buzzing of your favorite vibrator started. He wasted no time in placing it on your sensitive clit, both you and Mingi jerking as it brushed the head of his cock. You really hoped you didn’t pass out. Yunho had made you cum four times earlier today and from the way you already felt yourself rocketing skywards again, you had no doubt he was aiming for what felt like an impossibly high number of orgasms tonight as well.
Your shaking body and foggy head made you nearly miss Yunho’s next words. “Make it mean, Mingi.”
That was all the encouragement he needed to harshly thrust himself forward. It ripped a loud, stuttered moan from you as your legs trembled. He didn’t give you any time to adjust and on his second thrust in, you came, helped along by Yunho’s hand that was now pressing against your throat and the vibrator that had been turned up two settings.
Even with your vision going black and your body writhing as the sensations overcame you, they didn’t stop. Mingi continued his thrusting and Yunho didn’t lift the vibrator until tears were rolling down your cheeks, and you were begging for a break. Yunho tossed the vibrator onto the sheets beside him, bringing his newly freed hand up to grope one of your breasts.
Every movement of Mingi’s hips against yours brought shaky whines and gasps to your lips. He was harsh but god it was so good. Not as good as when Yunho fucked you, but he had an advantage as he had a few years to learn what made you tick. Mingi was catching up quickly, though. One of his thrusts hit that spot inside you that had you arching against Yunho’s body and moaning louder than before. The satisfied look on his face let you know that now he knew exactly where to aim. Each of his thrusts became much more targeted as he kept up a steady, fast, and hard hitting rhythm that brought more tears to your face and moans to your lips.
You could feel Yunho’s hardon pressing into your back as he let out minuscule moans and panting breaths against your ear each time Mingi’s thrusts jerked your body. His hips were lifting a bit to grind against you, and even though Mingi was fucking you like it was his last chance (because it might be), you wanted Yunho. But you could have Yunho almost any day of the week and right now Mingi’s thrusts, the feeling of him rubbing against you in the best way, and the way your boyfriend held you had you close again.
From the look on Mingi’s face, he wasn’t far behind you. His mouth had dropped open and his eyes were narrowed almost shut. Sweat had his hair clinging to his forehead and dripping down his chest in such a delicious way.
“Look at how fucking hot he is, fucking you,” Yunho’s voice was breathy. It caused you to whine and Mingi’s hips to jerk faster into you. “Aww, he wants to cum baby. Want him to cum?”
Both you and Mingi were nodding as soon as the words left Yunho’s mouth. You were so close, just a gentle brush of either of their fingers would probably send you over the edge again.
“Then cum, both of you,” Yunho nipped at your earlobe at the same time he tugged on your nipple, causing you to twitch and squirm in his grip.
“I- I need… Yunho I need-” you couldn’t seem to get the words out between Mingi’s thrusts and Yunho’s tightening hand on your throat.
“Hmm? Need what baby?” Your eyes were on Mingi as Yunho’s teasing voice filled your head. At least Mingi seemed to understand because he brought one of his hands that was gripping your hips down to rub at your clit. Yunho slapped his hand away before he got a chance, though. “Nuh-uh. If the slut wants to be touched, she has to ask nicely.”
“Touch me please! I need it!” You forced yourself to speak, although it was difficult as Mingi’s groans grew in volume as he neared his own high.
“Mmm fine,” Yunho’s tone was bored but he brought his fingers to rub your clit. It took two circles before you were clenching down on Mingi and crying out again. This time felt so much more intense than the one earlier and it had your body locking as your hand came down to clench on Yunho’s thigh.
The feeling of you spasming around him caused Mingi to cum into the condom. He threw his head back with a long groan. The waves of pleasure coursing through him caused his body to jerk while he buried himself deep in you.
He collapsed down on top of you and Yunho as the two of you came back down. Yunho was laughing at the way both of you went boneless in the dogpile. He had released your neck at some point and that very same hand was now stroking Mingi’s sweaty back as he let the man rest for a moment.
“Alright get off me, both of you,” Yunho let Mingi pull out of you slowly before he shoved him off of you and onto the bed. He took this opportunity to lay you in the warm spot he previously occupied. Sitting between your now open legs, Yunho began to strip, revealing his incredibly toned torso and muscular thighs. “Still ok, baby?”
You nodded emphatically. “Very ok.”
Mingi chuckled beside you, reminding you that you and Yunho were not alone. You reached for Mingi’s hand as Yunho pushed your legs even farther apart. It was impossible to contain your wince at the strain in your muscles. He noticed your response easily, very intune with your body and even its miniscule movements and reactions. You don’t think you’ve spent this much time in a single day with your legs open, ever, even though Yunho had the stamina of a goddamn rabbit most days.
“Here,” Yunho gently turned you on your stomach, helping you to your hands and knees. When he had you where he wanted, he leaned over you so his chest laid against your back and his mouth was at your ear. A shudder rolled through you when his low voice reverberated through you. “Why don’t you show Mingi what you can do with your mouth, baby?”
Mingi, who had dropped your hand when Yunho was positioning you, was sitting up on his knees, not quite in front of you. You looked up at him, doing your best to flutter your eyelashes in a way you hoped was seductive.
“Come here.”
He didn’t hesitate to comply, moving in front of you so his hips were level with your face, his half hard dick swinging before you. Yunho chuckled at his eagerness, removing himself from your back. His hands met your hips as you leaned your head forward to kitten lick at Mingi. He tasted like the condom he had been wearing, although you weren’t quite sure at what point he had removed it after he removed himself from you, and you nearly wrinkled your nose at the taste, but Yunho was pressing inside of you before you had the chance.
Your mouth dropped open at the familiar and oh so sweet feeling of your boyfriend entering you fully. Mingi took his chance, softly pushing his quickly hardening dick into your mouth so you were full on both ends.
Both men groaned at the feeling, and you couldn’t help but feel proud at their reaction to you. Yunho always raved about how good you felt around him, but hearing it never failed to flood your chest with pride at the effect you still had on him. Although you weren’t particularly interested in Mingi outside of this one off sexual experience, you still felt that same pride at how he reacted to your body.
That pride encouraged you to bob your head as you suckled softly on him and swiped your tongue around him as Yunho started retracting his hips. Your breath hitched as he pushed back into you, causing you to moan around Mingi in your mouth and the man in front of you rewarded you with a soft moan and a hand in your hair.
With a few more soft thrusts, Yunho deemed you ready enough for him to really go to town. His hands on your hips tightened in preparation, and he gave you his first punishing thrust. It propelled you forward, father onto Mingi’s dick than you had been expecting. You would have choked, if not for all the experience you had sucking Yunho’s equally as large dick. Even so, it was more than you had been expecting to take so soon and it caused your eyes to water, but you regained your composure enough to continue your sucking. Thankfully, Mingi’s dick muffled what you knew would be your embarrassingly loud and needy moans.
Yunho’s thrusts grew faster and harder, effectively eliminating the need for you to move on your own as he speared you on his own dick and the one in your mouth. Every nerve in your body was on fire, in the best way possible. It felt so insanely good to be this full that you didn’t even realize more tears had leaked from your eyes.
“Aww,” Mingi crooned, tightening his hand in your hair and bringing his other one to cradle your jaw. “Your slut’s crying, Yun.”
Yunho chuckled, removing one of his hands to slap your ass as his hips beat into yours and you cried out as best you could. His hand came down one more time before stilling. You felt more than heard him spit on you, but you didn’t have a chance to ponder it before his thumb was rubbing as your unoccupied hole, pushing into the tight ring. That seemed to heighten every sensation and you tightened around him, nearly falling flat if it weren’t for the hands holding you up.
“Does it feel that good, baby?” His tone was almost condescending. You frantically tried to nod, but it was hard to fight Mingi’s hands on your head. Both men laughed at your eagerness, and Yunho picked up his pace.
You could feel yourself rising higher and higher, as if your consciousness wasn’t in your body anymore. It was easy to picture the scene. You, on your hands and knees, covered in sweat and bruises from all the fucking you had so eagerly endured today, surrounded by the two men who seemed to dwarf you, despite the fact you only stood a few inches shorter. Mingi, his hips bucking ever so slightly into your mouth, panting, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. Yunho, letting out little groans as his hips pistoned into yours, one hand on your hips, the other pushing his thumb farther into your ass, panting and in a similar state to Mingi.
The images your mind conjured pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Judging from how Yunho’s thrusts had started to pick up an almost stuttering rhythm and the whines leaking from Mingi that you could hear even over the sound of skin slapping together, you gathered both men weren’t far behind.
Taking matters into your own hands, you tightened your muscles around Yunho and sucked as hard as you could around Mingi.
That seemed to do it for all three of you. Tightening around Yunho intensified the sensation for both of you, and your increased sucking did Mingi in. This orgasm was the strongest one you’d had all day and your arms gave out as your whole body spasmed and twitched. It rolled over you in waves, whiting out your vision. If you had thought you were floating earlier, it was nothing compared to this. You were floating, lost in the way it seemed like your body had been set on fire. You would have fallen flat if it weren’t for the hands of the two men holding you up.
Simultaneously, they both unloaded themselves in you.
Mingi hunched over slightly, pushing himself as deep as he could into your mouth as he let out a long, drawn out groan while his eyes fluttered and rolled back. His hips twitched forwards and you did your best to swallow all the cum that poured into your mouth, but some spilled out the sides. Yunho didn’t fare much better. He pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, throwing his head back as the feeling of his orgasm washed over him. This load was smaller than the ones he’d given you earlier that day, but you could still feel it flooding inside you.
When all your highs had ended, they gingerly pulled out. You couldn’t help but whine at the overstimulation, but both men moved as tenderly as they could. When Yunho had removed his dick and his thumb and Mingi had left your mouth, you fell flat, panting with your eyes closed. Mingi moved next to you to rub a hand over your back as Yunho hurried to grab a wet towel from the bathroom.
“You ok?” Mingi spoke quietly. You nodded, too exhausted to say anything. “Good, good.”
He lapsed into silence after that, continuing to run his hand on your back as you tried to stop the twitching left over from the insane orgasm you had just had. Yunho returned quickly, although your eyes were still shut so you weren’t aware until the first touch of the towel between your legs.
Talking felt like a momentous effort, so you merely whimpered in protest as Yunho continued to clean you up.
“I know, I know, baby,” his voice was soft. “But you’re going to kill me tomorrow if I don’t do this now.”
You nodded and let him continue. It wasn’t long before he was done and you were drifting. You found yourself half asleep, fading fast and unaware of the conversation the two men were having as they tucked you under your covers.
“Stay,” that was Yunho.
“Are you sure?” Mingi sounded anxious. “She’s your girlfriend, what if she wakes up and is disgusted I’m in her bed?”
“She won’t be. And besides, we both know you can’t sleep alone after something like this,” Yunho’s voice was softer, gentler but firm. “And nothing’s going to change. I love you man, but this is my girlfriend, I’m not inviting you into our relationship. The only time I’ll ever share her with you is if we do this again.”
Mingi breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, good, ok good. I don’t want in. She’s only got eyes for you anyways, wouldn’t be fair to me.”
Both men laughed as they tucked themselves into bed around you, one on either side. Yunho drew you into his chest as Mingi pressed himself to your back, cocooning you in warmth and safety.