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Mid-December is approaching fast, and Mingyu has to visit the color lab to pick up his portfolio from the semester. He brought it up at dinner last night, and Wonwoo practically begged him to come with. Vernon and Cheol quickly hopped on, also hoping for an invite.
Mingyu figures there’s no harm in it, so he agrees to let them tag along. Mingyu isn’t sure what’s so interesting about the color lab, but it seems to make them happy.
“This is it,” He declares, stopping in front of the office door.
Vernon, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol look like they’re about to walk into a room full of puppies, not a university photography studio. Mingyu unlocks the door, walks in, and heads for the filing cabinets.
“Wow,” Vernon awes, looking around at the various photographs hung on the wall.
“This is yours, right?” Wonwoo asks, pointing at one of Mingyu’s blown-up cityscapes.
Mingyu nods, realizing what his boyfriends are actually excited about. A little slow on his part. He sorts through the large folders, searching through the dozens of ‘Kim’s. He finally locates his, and he pulls it out.
He tries to pry the three away from his project fold on the wall so they can leave. Seungcheol finally gives in after a hard-fought battle. Mingyu leads them out of the lab with flaming cheeks.
The four of them make it to the bus stop, checking the schedule. In less than a minute, the bus comes hissing to a stop in front of them. They all file on board and scan their bus cards.
“Oh,” Vernon hums.
The seats on the bus are in threes, and there’s only one open row. Mingyu quickly takes a seat next to a stranger, not wanting to cause a delay. Wonwoo, Vernon, and Cheol seem hesitant before sitting in the open row of three.
Mingyu rolls his eyes. They worry too much. Mingyu took the bus every day for many years. He’ll be fine. The bus starts to move, snaking through city traffic. Mingyu taps his fingers on the folder, mindlessly gazing into space. A tap on his shoulder startles him.
“Hm?” Mingyu turns to look at the guy sitting next to him.
The guy is smiling slightly, and Mingyu gets a vague sense of unease.
“Pardon me, but are you into men?” The stranger asks.
Mingyu almost laughs, his go-to solution for awkward social situations. He clears his throat, glancing around the bus.
“Um, why do you ask?” Mingyu questions.
“I wanna know if you top or bottom,” The guy answers with a smirk, shrugging like it’s a normal thing to say.
Mingyu is stunned. Who asks a stranger on a bus a question like that? He opens his mouth to reply, although he’s not sure what he’ll say.
“Yo, what the fuck? Ask invasive questions much?” Vernon interrupts, standing from his seat and holding onto the bar next to Mingyu.
“Why are you listening to our conversation? Who even are you?” The guy scoffs.
Mingyu, for once, doesn’t really care if they’re making a scene. The rest of the people on the bus seem as put off by the guy as Mingyu is.
“Babe, go sit in my seat,” Vernon says, holding out a hand to guide Mingyu across the small aisle.
Mingyu goes, sitting in Vernon’s empty seat. As soon as he’s seated, Seungcheol drapes his arm over Mingyu’s shoulders. Wonwoo glares at the guy.
Vernon remains standing, mercilessly judging the stranger. The rest of the bus ride is short, but it feels like hours with the level of tension. When the electronic voice finally chimes out their stop, all four of them hastily get off. Wonwoo gives the man the most nauseated look ever before beeping his card and stepping off the bus.
Once on the sidewalk, all three of them immediately fuss over him.
“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asks.
“I’m fine! He didn’t even touch me,” Mingyu says.
“Doesn’t matter, that was disgusting,” Vernon shakes his head.
“Are you sure you’re okay? That guy’s a creep,” Seungcheol grimaces.
Mingyu can agree with that. But he means when he says he’s okay. To be honest, the thing at the forefront of his mind isn’t the creepy stranger but his three protective boyfriends.
“God, what kind of guy…I mean, you really can’t miss these,” Wonwoo huffs, cupping Mingyu’s jaw and tilting it a bit to expose the spatter of hickeys.
“Guys, I promise it’s fine,” Mingyu insists, flushing and batting Wonwoo’s hand away.
Vernon and Cheol keep grumbling about it until they reach the house. Once inside, Mingyu toes off his shoes, ready to relax for the afternoon. That is apparently not the plan, as he’s dragged upstairs.
“Guys- wha-” Mingyu asks.
Vernon leads the way into Wonwoo’s room, allowing the others to enter before kicking the door shut.
“What’s this about?” Mingyu asks, sitting on the bed.
Wonwoo and Seungcheol stand at his side while Vernon paces a little.
“I can’t believe he fucking asked that,” Vernon grumbles.
“Vernon, I swear it's-” Mingyu begins.
“Anyone could see that you’re taken!” Seungcheol chimes in angrily.
Mingyu shuts his mouth. They’re so pissed off about this guy bothering Mingyu, and it’s kind of…hot?
“Guys, it was just a one-off thing, there’s plenty of creeps out there,” Mingyu says quietly.
“I hope that asshole feels ashamed,” Wonwoo mutters.
Mingyu’s mind is switching from being aroused to trying to calm his boyfriends down.
“You’re ours, hyung,” Vernon huffs.
That switches the flip to aroused. The three of them stand with firm expressions, and Mingyu is at a loss.
“Guys, please,” He whines.
All of their gazes snap at him at once. He sits up straighter.
“Sorry, Min-ah…We just- We…” Wonwoo searches for the words, looking guilty.
Mingyu, swirled up in his mind’s twister of emotions, blurts out the one thing he can think of.
“I’m hard,”
Everyone freezes. Mingyu feels like he’s sinking as he realizes what he’s just said. Wonwoo’s eyes dart down, and Mingyu can’t close his legs in time.
“...oh?” Seungcheol breaks the silence.
Mingyu almost regrets it, but then they’re all stalking closer. He feels trapped in the best way possible.
“Why is that, baby?” Seungcheol asks, also glancing at Mingyu’s crotch.
Mingyu clenches his hands on the sheets, stopping himself from covering up.
“I- I like it when you guys get protective…and mad,” Mingyu admits, slouching down as they stand over him.
“Well, of course, we’re mad. I mean that guy-” Vernon starts.
Mingyu's face burns as he interrupts him.
“Will you shut up about that guy and touch me?”
The pause is briefer this time.
–
“Oh, fuck-” Mingyu gasps.
Seungcheol’s chest is pressed to his back, and Wonwoo’s lips are attached to his neck. Vernon is kneeling before him on the floor, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his tip.
“Can’t believe we have you all to ourselves,” Seungcheol murmurs, hands snaking around Mingyu’s waist.
“All yours, fuck-” Mingyu agrees.
Seungcheol’s hands slide up his torso, resting over the curve of his pecs. Vernon seals his lips around Mingyu’s head, bobbing down and sucking hard.
“You know, all of us feel this way, Mingyu-yah. If we knew you liked it so much, we would be more obvious about it,” Wonwoo reveals.
Mingyu whines, dropping his head back onto Cheol’s shoulder. Wonwoo tips his chin for a kiss, prying past Mingyu’s lips. Seungcheol brushes his fingers over Mingyu’s nipples, causing him to hum into Wonwoo’s mouth.
“Nobody else gets this cock, hyung,” Vernon pulls off to remark.
Mingyu feels a little crazy whenever Vernon makes some kind of vulgar comment. This is no exception.
“Yours, just- just you guys,” Mingyu nods.
Vernon goes back down, bobbing low and making these soft grunting sounds whenever Mingyu’s tip hits the back of his throat. Vernon presses his thumb into Mingyu’s perineum, forcing a sudden moan from him.
“Vernon- ah! Fuck, please,” Mingyu pleads.
Vernon hums around him, slipping his finger lower and grazing Mingyu’s rim. Mingyu jolts against Seungcheol, aching to feel something real.
“Fuck- please, need you-” Mingyu gasps out.
“What do you need, baby?” Wonwoo asks.
“One of you- please, fuck me, please-” Mingyu begs, fighting to keep from bucking up into Vernon’s mouth.
Wonwoo’s breath hitches, and Seungcheol lets out a groan.
“Whatever you want, Min,” Wonwoo replies, sitting up to strip.
Mingyu is the only one naked, which he hopes is soon to change. Vernon’s shirt was ditched a while ago, tossed carelessly onto the floor. Seungcheol is only in his boxer briefs, but that’s still too much for Mingyu.
“Let Cheol open you up,” Wonwoo says, stepping out of his boxers.
Mingyu nods, turning his head to the side, looking at Seungcheol with big eyes.
“Vernon, let’s move,” Cheol says.
Vernon pulls off, albeit a little slowly. He stands, allowing everyone to adjust. Mingyu ends up in Wonwoo’s lap with Vernon and Cheol in front of him.
“Okay, baby,” Seungcheol warns, reaching down to coat Mingyu’s hole with lube.
Wonwoo’s cock presses into Mingyu’s lower back, burning into his skin. Vernon keeps his hand around Mingyu’s cock, just holding it. Cheol starts with two fingers, causing Mingyu to hiss.
“Hyung- fuck, m-more,” Mingyu hums.
Vernon trails his free hand up to Mingyu’s chest, toying with his nipples. Seungcheol adds a third, twisting them around. Mingyu’s skin prickles with sweat. He moans loudly when Vernon leans down to suck on his leaking tip.
“Please- ah! Hyung, I’m ready, fuck- want it so bad,” Mingyu rambles.
The last thing he wants is to cum before Wonwoo can fuck him. Vernon is making that very difficult.
“Just a little more, baby, I have to take good care of what’s mine,” Seungcheol hushes him.
Mingyu bites back a moan at the words. Vernon hums around his tip, and it nearly sends him over the edge. Wonwoo murmurs soft praises in his ear.
“Opening up so nicely for my cock, baby. Nobody else can have it, just for you guys,”
The mention of the rest of his boyfriends always serves to arouse Mingyu.
“Please, Wonwoo-hyung, want it,” Mingyu sighs.
Seungcheol removes his fingers, shuffling out of the way. Vernon releases Mingyu’s cock, leaning away slowly. Wonwoo pushes Mingyu up, easing him onto his back on the bed.
“So pretty,” Wonwoo muses, circling Mingyu’s slick rim with his finger.
“Yours- It’s yours,” Mingyu babbles, flushing at the words leaving his mouth.
Wonwoo moans softly, and Mingyu gets over his embarrassment. Vernon and Seungcheol watch Wonwoo line himself up and start to press in.
“We’re the only ones who get to feel you here, baby, the first and the last,” Wonwoo remarks, pushing deeper into Mingyu’s hole.
Mingyu whimpers. It’s hard to forget that Wonwoo was the first to fuck Mingyu. He essentially took Mingyu’s virginity.
“Yes, please- love it,” Mingyu nods, eyelids fluttering as Wonwoo bottoms out.
At the slick sound of kissing, Mingyu turns his head to look at Vernon and Seungcheol. They’re making out vigorously, groping each other over their clothes. Mingyu’s gut clenches at the sight.
“Ready?” Wonwoo checks, planting his arms on either side of Mingyu.
“Yes, ready,” Mingyu confirms.
Wonwoo pulls out slowly, and Mingyu braces himself for a hard thrust. But what comes is a slow, filthy grind of Wonwoo’s hips. Mingyu starts to tear up at the sensation of Wonwoo’s dick dragging over his walls. The slow pace makes it easy for Mingyu to feel every ridge, vein, and throb of Wonwoo’s cock.
“Fuck- Wonwoo-hyung, I’m- you-” Mingyu strains.
Wonwoo chuckles, amused and cocky.
“You like it, baby? It’s all yours,” Wonwoo purrs.
Mingyu breathes out an honest moan, unable to contain his lust for them. Vernon’s hand sneaks its way back to his chest, drawing a surprised sound from Mingyu.
“It’s fate, no? You’re perfect for us, baby,” Seungcheol remarks, petting Mingyu’s hair softly.
Mingyu nods, melting under the familiar, soothing touch. Vernon’s hands are less kind, tugging and pinching Mingyu’s nipples.
“Be nice, Nonie. We have to be gentle with delicate things,” Seungcheol chides.
Mingyu loves it when Seungcheol uses that condescending tone. It’s even better when the words he’s saying match.
“You- you don’t have to be careful- ah- I like it, please,” Mingyu encourages.
Wonwoo seems to like the admission.
“Are you sure, Min-ah? You won’t break if I fuck you nice and hard?” He muses, punctuated by a deep grind.
“I- I won’t, I want it, please,” Mingyu implores.
Vernon palms himself in Mingyu’s peripheral vision, and Wonwoo’s expression darkens.
“You know what to say,” Wonwoo reminds him before pulling out.
Mingyu braces himself again, praying it’s not another fake-out. It isn’t. Wonwoo thrusts hard, hitting Mingyu deep inside. It punches a moan from Mingyu’s throat. Vernon goes back to toying with Mingyu’s nipples.
All the while, Seungcheol keeps gently caressing Mingyu’s scalp. It’s a perfect contrast, and Mingyu loves every second. Wonwoo grunts out soft moans as he fucks Mingyu.
Regularly, Mingyu loves slow, tender sex. But, today, he craves the rough, fast pace of Wonwoo’s thrusts.
“Feels good, baby? Is this what you wanted?” Wonwoo asks, panting.
“Yes, fuck- thank you, feels so fucking good,” Mingyu nods, clawing for purchase on the sheets.
Mingyu reaches out for Vernon, and Wonwoo takes a break from the rapid hammering. Vernon happily leans in, but Mingyu diverts his hand to Vernon’s crotch.
“Let me- hmmn! Let me touch you,” Mingyu requests, hooking his fingers into Vernon’s waistband.
“Fuck, hyung, you really are just perfect,” Vernon grins, sitting back and pushing down his sweats.
His cock bobs up, hard and red at the tip. Mingyu’s mouth waters. He closes his fist around Vernon’s shaft, stroking him as well as he can while Wonwoo fucks him.
“Please- wanna suck you, Vernon-” Mingyu pleads.
Vernon groans, and Wonwoo twitches inside him.
“Are you sure, baby? That’s a lot,” Seungcheol asks.
“Please, I’ll tell you if I need to stop, I promise,” Mingyu continues.
So, Cheol helps Vernon swing his leg over Mingyu’s torso. It’s not the most ideal position, but Mingyu’s done it before. And he wouldn’t dream of letting Wonwoo pull out.
“Here, hyung,” Vernon says, taking Mingyu’s hand and placing it on his thigh.
Mingyu knows Vernon will stop if Mingyu so much as pats him. He nods, dropping his jaw and leaning up. Vernon slides his cock past Mingyu’s lips, sighing. Wonwoo speeds up a little, encouraging a rhythm for Vernon to buck into Mingyu’s mouth.
“Good boy, taking us so well,” Seungcheol praises.
Mingyu whines, completely muffled by Vernon’s thick cock. Mingyu appreciates Wonwoo giving him some time to adjust. After a moment or two, they find a good pace. Mingyu moans around Vernon’s cock frequently as Wonwoo’s cock nails his prostate.
Seungcheol remains steady, cooing and softly combing through Mingyu’s hair. Wonwoo’s thrusts get harder, and he grinds his hips deeper. Mingyu slides his tongue over Vernon’s tip whenever he pulls out, tasting his precum.
“Shit- This mouth is ours too, right hyung? Nobody else gets to have your pretty lips around their cock,” Vernon says, voice gravelly.
Tears drip down Mingyu’s temples, and he whimpers. Wonwoo curses under his breath. The question is rhetorical, and all of them know it. They’ve all seen how eagerly Mingyu sinks to his knees when given the chance.
“Mmf!...Hnn- Mmm-” Mingyu hums, back arching as heat coils in his groin.
His cock throbs with heat, and Mingyu breathes harshly through his nose.
“Are you close, baby?” Wonwoo asks, seeing Mingyu’s cock jump and leak.
Vernon pulls out, allowing Mingyu to answer.
“Fuck- yes, m’close- please, fuck, I wanna cum,” Mingyu rasps, digging his fingers into Vernon’s thighs.
“Shit, baby- cum for us, let us see,” Wonwoo groans.
Mingyu moans roughly, feeling Wonwoo push him closer to the edge with every thrust. Vernon dismounts his chest, settling by his side and fisting his cock. Mingyu feels bad that he can’t make Vernon cum with his mouth, but it might be for the best since Mingyu would likely end up biting him by accident.
Seungcheol brushes his thumb over Mingyu’s slick lower lip, pushing in just enough to feel Mingyu’s tongue. Vernon places a hand on Mingyu’s chest, not moving but simply resting there. Somehow, it makes Mingyu feel even hotter.
“Fuck- I’m gonna cum- g- gonna- Ah- please-” Mingyu cries, chest heaving as his pleasure reaches its peak.
Wonwoo fucks him through him, sending aftershocks of pleasure through Mingyu. His cock jumps, spilling cum onto his stomach and chest. Mingyu’s thighs tremble, almost cramping as his orgasm wracks his body.
“Oh, fuck- ah- Hnn-” Mingyu whimpers.
Just as he’s breaking through the haze, he hears a soft moan. He opens his eyes in time to see Vernon’s face, pinched with pleasure, as he paints Mingyu’s thighs white with his release.
“Please, cum in me...don’t stop,” Mingyu breathes, voice weak and scratchy.
Wonwoo closes his eyes, sucking in a breath. He starts rolling his hips again in a more purposeful way. Mingyu knows he’s being thoughtful about avoiding Mingyu’s prostate.
“Cheol-hyung?” Mingyu asks, looking up and back to see him.
“Yes, baby?” Seungcheol smiles softly.
“May I- ah- please touch you?” Mingyu requests.
Seungcheol seems to contemplate for a moment. Mingyu can see the bulge in his boxer briefs, and all he wants to do is touch.
“You may,” Seungcheol permits.
He moves closer, sitting to the side to make it easier. Mingyu huffs out these oversensitive whimpers as Wonwoo chases his pleasure. Mingyu frees Seungcheol’s cock, pulling it out of his underwear.
Mingyu spits into his hand before sliding his fist down Seungcheol’s cock. The lube is only a few feet away on the nightstand, but Mingyu can’t be bothered to move or ask for it. Cheol doesn’t complain, so Mingyu continues.
“Fuck, baby- You’re so good, just for us,” Seungcheol sighs, bucking into Mingyu’s hand a little.
“Love it, hyung- I- ah- love making you feel good,” Mingyu admits, nodding.
Wonwoo’s thrusts start losing rhythm, and his low moans become more frequent.
“Shit, baby- I’m close, gonna cum,” Wonwoo huffs, squeezing his hands around Mingyu’s thighs.
“Please, yes, wanna feel it,” Mingyu whines.
Wonwoo thrusts in another ten or so times before sinking in with a drawn-out moan. Mingyu hums at the feeling of Wonwoo’s cock coating his walls with cum. Just as the final spurt leaves Wonwoo’s cock, Seungcheol cums.
“Fuck, Mingyu- baby,” He grits out, thrusting into the ring of Mingyu’s hand.
Mingyu sighs, content, as Seungcheol’s cum lands on his abdomen. He’s completely and entirely theirs. His cock is almost hard again, but Mingyu’s too tired to do anything about it. He can hardly feel his legs.
“Wow,” Vernon comments, lounging against the pillows.
“Wow,” Mingyu seconds, grinning.
The next half-hour is spent with Mingyu on the bed while the others clean up. Wonwoo showers with Mingyu, helping him clean up (and out). The sun is starting to set by the time they’re all washed up.
A text from Jun says that dinner is almost ready.
“Damn, perfect timing,” Vernon remarks, skipping down the stairs.
Mingyu takes a slower descent, leaning on Wonwoo for most of the trip. If Mingyu has to sit on a cushion for dinner, nobody mentions it. Well, except for Jeonghan, Hoshi, Seokmin, and Jihoon.
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