AWAKEN [18+!]

AWAKEN — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE STORY

“To make up for the lost hours of sleep, you know, we’d like to treat you. Make you feel good,” he explains with a wink.

⏱️ No matter if it’s producing music in the middle of the night or having female guests over—your three kind but loud friends that live in the apartment upstairs make you lose lots of sleep these days. But they propose an idea how to solve this issue. A game, if you will, that shall make up for all the endless hours without rest.

❕ [READ CAREFULLY] You, Y/N, are the main character in this interactive story. In order to choose whoever you want to end up with, simply select an option after reading [options will be highlighted and have a link attached to them] and follow the path!

🛋️ CONTENT INFO: 3racha x female reader, neighbours au, acquaintances/friends to lovers (?), smut with the smallest bit of plot [so sorry], this has been chilling in my drafts since August 2022!!! and was announced here on 07/08/22 lmao

📖 WORD COUNT: 5.5K [or 12.8K if you read all the paths]

🩷 AUTHOR’S NOTE: Wow, hi. Guess who's back [Eminem's Without Me starts playing]? I hope you enjoy this silly little and lighthearted story. I'd be very grateful if you told me about your thoughts in the comments or a reblog or an ask, especially with who you ended up with!! I always appreciate any kind feedback and I'm super glad to have you guys. I hope you didn't forget about me and are taking care of yourself. And now enjoy!! 🩷

🎲 CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content [not too detailed tags to not spoil anything and also depends on the ending you choose! includes betting with sex as win but with consent, dom/sub dynamics, foursome, semi-protected sex, oral (both m and f receiving), praise and degrading]

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

You can hear them again. Those noises that consist of moans, whimpers and the sounds of a creaking bed that’s right above your apartment. 

‘You’re ready for me, baby? Biiiig stretch, come on, I know you can do it,’ a male voice says.

Oh, right. And words like that. Coming from one of your neighbours.

He lives upstairs with two other men and they all happen to be around the same age as you. You’ve never had any issues, until they moved in. From one day to another everything has become… louder. In any sense of the word. A total cliche of neighbours living above you and doing only God knows what after 10 in the evening. In the beginning you didn’t give it much thought, trying your best to ignore it when they decided to have another music producing session at midnight.

Then they started bringing women over. Oh, how do you know? Well, it’s hard to ignore when they scream your neighbours’ names at such a high volume. Chan, Changbin and Jisung are super kind guys, you’d even call them your friends considering all the things they do around the house and help you with your apartment. They take packages for you when you’re at work, assemble your furniture because it was too heavy or immediately take care in case there’s some issue with your water pipes or your heater.

So, it’s kind of hard to be mad at any of them. However, it’s like a game of bingo every night. Sometimes Jisung happens to record some songs or play instruments at midnight. On other occasions Changbin decides to do a home workout at 3 in the morning. And tonight it’s the oldest of them, having a guest over once again. 

‘Channie, yes, right there. So good.’

The creaking noises of his bed frame and the groans spilling from his lips have been driving you mad. Yes, perhaps you need to get laid. Perhaps, Chan’s nightly encounters have been arousing you. After all, he’s the one who’s getting the most visits and happens to have his bedroom right above yours. 

And yes, perhaps you’ve thought about your neighbour in ways that don’t quite fit any platonic criteria.

The worst part is—whenever you manage to witness him talking a bit too loud during these situations, fully understanding the words he uses with these girls, you can’t hold yourself back anymore and let your hand wander inside your pyjama shorts.

‘You’re taking me so fucking well. Like a real good girl. Come on, baby.’

You’re not proud of it. Not at all. But what should you do?

Maybe go upstairs and either ask them to tone it down or have you be a part of their obnoxiously loud parties. But you’re not ready for that yet.

You give in to those pathetic urges, making yourself comfortable in your bed with only a long shirt covering your upper body so it’s easier for your fingers to graze over your wetness. Spreading your pussy lips apart, you keep listening to the words Chan says to the woman he has over, secretly wishing it was you instead, when one of your digits slips inside with no trouble. You continue playing with yourself, pushing two digits inside, your other hand busy rubbing your clit, while you don’t feel any shame to let those whimpers spill from your lips.

After all, Chan is so loud you doubt that anyone can hear your small little noises when he threatens to tear the walls down with his grunts and pounding—the bedframe hitting the edges of his room, while you hear the furniture glide over the floor, echoing through your ceiling.

Until you get interrupted by a vibration from your phone, indicating you received a message. And it’s from none other than Jisung, the youngest one living in the apartment upstairs. He’s the most teasing one—yeah, unbelievably, considering Chan is perhaps having an orgy right above your bedroom—always using any excuse to get your attention. You play along, but not too much. Regarding your issue of seriously needing to get laid any time soon, you are aware you could just ask Jisung but so far you haven’t built up the courage for that yet.

You reach for your device and read the text.

[Jisung, 23:07]: You looked breathtaking in that skirt today, noona.

That menace.

[You, 23:08]: thank you jisung :)

Another message pops up.

[Jisung, 23:08]: I don’t wanna sound disrespectful but… your curves, baby, they’ve been driving me mad…

You roll your eyes and type another reply.

[You, 23:09]: What did we agree on?

It’s entertaining to flirt a bit with him which is why you play along to some level, but you’re also neighbours and don’t want to make things awkward. This is why you told him from the beginning Jisung shouldn’t get his hopes too high and should keep his advances to a minimum.

[Jisung, 23:09]: yeah yeah no flirting but I can’t help myself i’m sorry baby

[Jisung, 23:10]: besides that… you’re the one touching yourself to my roommate fucking some girl

For a second your heart stops.

He’s heard you. Jisung has noticed that you’ve been masturbating whenever his oldest roommate has brought a guest over. Have the other two—most importantly Chan—realised too? And, God, the other neighbours that happen to live inside this building as well?

You type. You stop. You type again.

Half a minute later you send a message, making yourself seem more suspicious than you want to be.

[You, 23:11]: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You just know he carries the most mischievous smirk on his pretty face right now. But you decide to place your phone away, having enough of his teasing. Besides that, you can’t handle this right now. You’re way too embarrassed while also being distracted by the noises coming from above.

So, the messages Jisung sends a few minutes later won't be read tonight anymore.

[Jisung, 23:13]: Ohhh darling don’t pretend to be innocent now ;) but you know i can keep secrets so don’t worry yeah? 

[Jisung, 23:15]: just like that pretty picture you sent to me the other day. it’s locked away so no one except for me can see it 😇

At some point your body just gave out and finally let you sleep. You got woken up a couple of times during the night but this could have also been caused by your bladder announcing itself after you chugged down a litre of water right before falling asleep. One, because you totally didn’t stay hydrated enough during your long work day. Two, because you really needed something to calm you down after you came around your own fingers to the sound of Chan’s moans and dirty words blurting through the ceiling.

Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. You can’t even talk to your friends that live upstairs about them being inconsiderate but instead you touch yourself to the sounds they make when having some guests over. Ridiculous.

You enter the gym that’s inside your apartment building, hoping this will help you down from all the stress that’s going on. You’ve finally got a very much needed day off from all the shit that your job has been causing lately. This will be your time, your moment, your opportunity to finally calm down. You’re super optimistic.

Until you see one of the three men in question here. Of course. Changbin basically has his second home here, without a doubt. You do a few of your exercises and routines, until an idea strikes you.

Perhaps, you could subtly talk to him about this ongoing issue. Fuck, why are you even making such a big deal out of it? They’re clearly in the wrong and responsible for you not getting enough sleep. Why is this so hard for you?

You’re sure that describing the issue to Changbin has a high chance of succeeding. Because you feel like he would understand.

“Changbin?”

He turns around, wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Fuck. You’ve underestimated this situation so much—the effect of his arms being on full display is insane. You feel like you’re instantly getting dizzy. Okay, calm down.

“Yeah?”

You gulp, taking a deep breath. You can do this, Y/N. You’re not being chased by some deadly animal, you’re just trying to have a conversation about an issue that has been plaguing you for a couple of weeks.

“Uhm.. I hope this doesn’t sound unfriendly or anything but… these past weeks it’s been really hard for me to rest and get some good sleep because you guys are often a bit loud,” you explain with a small voice.

Changbin’s facial expression immediately turns apologetic. “Oh, God. I am so sorry. We truly weren’t aware. This is awful. How about you come to our place tonight for dinner so we can make up for it, hm?”

You’re not sure if you’re in the mood for some extroverted time but you are very grateful that he’s offering it. Plus—free food.

“Uhm, if it’s not too much stress for you,” you reply, entering the end level of people pleasing although he was the one to offer it.

“Please, not at all. Certainly not when it’s about you, okay? Just be there at 7, yeah? No pressure,” he says, making you feel a bit flustered with his words. You truly hope he doesn’t notice how heat rises up to your face.

“Thank you, see you tonight.”

You ring the doorbell upstairs at 7 sharp. Of course, you’re quickly invited inside—Chan having a wide grin on his face, as he takes the bottle of wine you brought with you.

“We’re glad you’re here,” he says and you follow him to their kitchen. The other two greet you, pulling you into tight hugs, while the oldest is busy preparing the food.

“Thanks for the invitation,” you tell them with a smile.

The food is immaculate, almost making up for all the sleepless nights the trio has put you through. You’re glad they invited you over for dinner—after all you haven’t had much time to catch up with your friends in a while with all the additional shifts you’ve been put through these weeks. So, the sole fact that you can enjoy having a meal with them helps you calm down.

“Have you been alright these days?” Changbin asks all of a sudden, filling your glass with more water. They offered you water alongside the wine and you agreed because you know you’ll be immediately tipsy without it after a few sips considering the fact it’s been a while since you had any alcohol. 

“Yeah… well, just a lot going on, you know? With work and all. But it’ll pass, it’s alright.”

They see the stress in your eyes and your whole posture, their caring nature being activated at the thought that they have the urge to help you. But they’re sure this little dinner is a start.

However, your friends also know that they’re partly responsible for the state you’re in too—after all, they just added more onto that pile of stress by not really paying attention to their volumes at night. So, a delicious little meal won’t be enough, they know that, which is why they’ve come up with a plan.

It may sound ridiculous. To an outside person it would be. But it’s no secret to them that you may enjoy listening to whatever they’ve been doing when the sun goes down.

Yes, listening to Chan having a guest over isn’t the only forbidden thing you’ve been doing.

Whenever Changbin’s workouts at home and the grunts and moans that echo through his room during a session, you couldn’t think of anything else, using those sounds as a mental memory whenever you needed to get some stress off.

And Jisung has been flirting with you over text for weeks now. That stupid half-nude you sent some time ago is gonna haunt you forever. It was in a moment of weakness, really. You were posing in front of your mirror with your pyjama shirt covering not much of your body—your thighs on full display, while your hand was squeezing one of your tits through the fabric.

They’ve noticed all of the above. Unfortunately, the walls are pretty thin in this building.

So, they came up with a little idea. There’s no pressure but since they know that you reciprocate the feelings or, well, arousal they have for you, this might be the chance.

However, nothing works without an apology and after a long talk they came up with the idea of turning this into a game.

“First of all, we want to apologise to you, Y/N,” Jisung begins, giving you a soft smile. It’s the first time that he sounds serious so you believe him.

“Yeah, we’ve been unreasonably loud these past weeks… no matter if it’s producing, just talking or having some guests over, you know,” Changbin adds. Don’t forget about doing workouts in the middle of the night like a crazy person.

Chan nods, scratching the back of his head, “Oh, I’m especially sorry for being so loud whenever a woman visited me, I’m sorry if you heard anything.”

Oh, God. The images that you’ve been fantasising about instantly shoot up to your head again. Why did he have to mention this? The world was working just fine with no one talking about this.

“It’s… it’s okay.” You could have lied but instead you decided to subtly admit that you heard him. You wonder now if he’s heard you too whenever you have touched yourself to the noises that slipped past his mouth. “Just… it’s just the timing, you know, at night. When most people are trying to sleep and all.”

It’s so awkward. But you’re glad they’re the ones making the move in this conversation. You wouldn’t have been able to bring up the topic.

“Yeah, very unreasonable from us,” Jisung says, nodding.

“We’d like to make an offer, Y/N,” Changbin adds. “As an apology for all the stress we’ve been putting on you.”

“Yeah,” Chan speaks, “we owe you that one. We’re sure you’re gonna enjoy it.”

“You guys speak so vague it’s–“

“Only if you’re up for it. You can always decline. But to make up for the lost hours of sleep, you know, we’d like to treat you. Make you feel good,” Jisung explains with a wink.

“W-What?”

“Hm, it’s nothing complicated. And only if you want to. But I’ve been noticing how you stare at me and start stuttering whenever we meet at the gym,” Changbin continues.

“That’s… t-that’s so n-not true,” you stammer, cursing yourself for the irony.

“It’s fine, baby,” Chan says before he leans towards you to whisper the next words, “I’m also more than sure you liked the little audio performance I’ve been giving you, hm? Because I might have witnessed your very special form of applause, too.”

Goodbye, Y/N. It’s time to die from embarrassment. Holy shit. You’re sure they can see how flustered you are. Heat is rising up to your head and might as well just warm up the whole kitchen.

But on another note…

They…

Did they really just say they want to make you feel good?

Or is this that certain dream again you’ve been having for some time now?

“Chan– I’m–“

“Don’t worry about anything Y/N,” Jisung interrupts, giving you a smirk. “I’ve also noticed you ogling me whenever we see each other in the elevator.”

You’re glad he doesn’t mention the picture you sent him and all the teasing that happened over text. That would have been your downfall.

But now that you think about it… isn’t this what you’ve wanted all along? As needy as it sounds? Would it be too weird to give in? After all, they were the ones to offer it, right?

“Okay—I can’t deny it,” you start, nervously playing with the scrunchie around your wrist. “You three are all hot, okay? What can I say? But that’s not my issue, my issue is that you’ve been crazily loud and I can’t seem to get some rest.”

At least that’s what you’re trying to bring the focus on. No one said you can’t have more than one issue. And they’re here to hopefully solve both of them.

“We promise to tone it down from today on, really. But are you still in for a game?”

Okay, good.

“Sure. What are the rules?”

Now that the cards are on the table—well, literally, Changbin just brought some for the game—you don’t care about anything anymore. If they wanna turn this into a game, you’re gonna play. And win.

“They’re simple. If you win, you have a free wish. Whatever you want or need, we’ll give it to you,” Chan explains.

“One billion won,” you joke.

He rolls his eyes but chuckles, “Something within our possibilities.”

“Yeah, alright. What happens if you guys win?”

Chan smirks, “If one of us wins they get to spend the night with you. Treat you like their queen and make you feel good, make up for all the stress we’ve caused.”

That sounds like a win-win situation and you start wondering if they can read through your expression. You try to keep a poker face, pretending to contemplate your choice although you’re already all in.

“Alright. Let the games begin, then.”

Changbin begins shuffling the playing cards and handing eight of them to each of you.

“The rules are simple,” Jisung says, “whenever it’s your turn, you place a card that’s higher than the one that got placed before that. We agree on a colour first that works as a triumph when playing—so for instance, if I choose a diamond king, you can either place a diamond ace or any type of heart coloured card if we agree that’s the colour we’re playing. If you don’t have anything fitting in your hand, you don’t place anything and draw a new card instead and it’s the next one's turn. The first one without any cards in their hands is the winner. Any more questions?”

It sounds simple and similar to a bunch of other games you’ve played before. It should work.

You nod, “I’ve got it!”

“We need your full consent for what’s to follow after the game if you lose. You can always back out, by the way. The safe word is ‘Awaken’,” Chan adds.

One of your eyebrows rises, “‘Awaken’?”

“Well, we’ve been keeping you up all night for the past weeks so why should we stop now?” he explains with a wink.

Oh, Y/N, you’re in for a night.

“Fine. Let’s start,” you say, trying to keep it cool.

Jisung nods, “Okay. Then you can pick up your cards now and since you’re our guest we’ll have you decide which colours we’re playing.”

You grab the papers and try to bring them in some order in your hand, soon realising you’ve got a mixture of all of the colours, no pattern really visible. Two hearts—ace and queen—two diamonds—ace and ten—two spades—queen and jack—and two clubs—king and jack. You’re unsure if that’s good or not.

“So, Y/N. Have you had a look at what you’ve got? What colour are we playing?”

It’s your time to choose now. Do you want to win this game with playing the clubs, the spades, the heart or the diamond?

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Lessons

˚ʚfwb!Bang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Just a regular session of your best friend helping you learn Korean <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, nicknames; ‘honey and good girl,’ pvssy slaps, playful ass&thigh spanking, Chris calls himself Daddy once lol, rough sex, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: max and I spoke about this a few weeks ago and it was soo hot so I wanted to write something for it,,, but then I lost motivation for it for a while😭 anyways hope u enjoy <3

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MDNI!! smut below the cut

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After you had moved to Korea, you made it your sole goal to be completely fluent in Korean as soon as possible. You knew the basics and some vocabulary that got you through day-to-day encounters, but holding an actual conversation past introductions was rather difficult. So, this is how you found yourself in your current situation. Your best friend and fuck buddy of 2 years giving you weekly Korean lessons.

And this? This was a normal thing between you both. Sitting in his lap practicing while he sits there explaining things and kneading your thighs mindlessly. It was a normal occurrence! The only difference is you usually wore sweats or some sort of bottom that would cover your legs more. Today was one of the hotter days of the week, so you disregarded the extras and opted to only wear one of his shirts, nothing else.

His hands rubbed eagerly up and down your thighs, squeezing the flesh like he does with soft pillows. Again, it was normal, but today he seemed to be restless with his movements. You couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath when he mindlessly squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh rather roughly while he translated a word you couldn’t figure out. “What is up with you today? You’re more touchy-feely than usual.”

“Sorry haha. Had a long day so I’m fidgety.. And you know I can’t resist you in nothing but my shirt.” You only hummed in response. You believed what he said, but you also knew that he wasn’t stupid and that the apology was not for his roughness as much as it was for how riled up he knew you were getting. He was never actually sorry about being physically affectionate with you, but you both knew how you tended to get very horny when his hands were on you so desperately.

“Mmmm.. Let me play with you a little while you read, okay?” You shake your head and push your study items away, pulling a laugh from him when you mumbled out ‘Fuck that, I need you.’

“None of that hahaha. Focus on the reading, honey.” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek before leaning down and biting into your neck. You groaned and leaned back into him, grinding against him in an attempt to make him fold in your favor. He let the first few grinds pass as he left hickeys along your neck, but the second your hands cupped him through his shorts he grabbed your hips to still your movements.

“Hey.“ The commanding tone in his voice caught you off guard and had your hands immediately stop in their tracks. “Stop that. You’re going to finish reading this text and then I’ll fuck you nice and good.”

“It’s not that serious, Chris. It's just a few paragraphs, we can do it after or just skip out this week.. Plus it’s your fault I’m this horny anyways.” The attitude in your voice makes him narrow his eyes, and then he grabs your chin and angles you to look back at him.

“Watch your tone. And I’m not gonna tell you again,” His hand grabbed both of yours and placed them on the table before moving to spread your legs open for him. Then, he finishes his sentence and enunciates each word with a harsh smack to your bare cunt. “Finish. Reading. The. Article.” The last one comes off harder than the others and it pulls a squeal from you, making your hands shoot down and wrap around his wrist while your legs slam shut against his hand. He grabs from your inner knee and hooks your legs over his, keeping you spread for him, and he pulls your book closer again.

You can feel the teasing smile on his face after he places a kiss on your cheek and then speaks against it. “You only have one article left, honey. The quicker you read it, the quicker I can bend you over and fuck you into the table~” You can’t help but whine and nod. Once you look down at the material again, Chris’ hands that were previously rubbing your inner thigh move back to rub along your wet folds. 

Then for what feels like the next hour, but was really just 20 long minutes, you slur out the words in front of you as best as you can. Chris’ left hand swapped between drawing circles into your clit and pinching your nipple, while his right hand shoved fingers against your walls. And every couple of minutes he would swap between kissing your neck to sucking hickeys into your collarbone. However, you weren’t allowed to cum and any time you mispronounced something or took too long to read a word, a stern slap was sent against your clit. As long as you continued to read well, he would pump 3 of his fingers in and out of you.

By the time you’re halfway through the material, your mind is foggy and you’re almost drooling on yourself from the constant edging. By the time you’re on the last sentence, your legs are shaking and you're slumped against him letting out quiet moans. Your neck and collarbone were so red from his incessant suckling, and you were desperate to get this over with. And then, when you finally finished, he stopped all movements to place a soft, congratulatory slap on your thigh and massaged your hips.

“Good girl… Now was that so hard?” With that, he hurriedly clears the desk before helping you stand and then standing himself. The chair you both rested on was kicked backwards and your whole world spun as he suddenly pinned you to the desk. You whined as his hand held a tight grip in your hair and pushed your face into the table. His free hand playfully squeezed and slapped at your ass a few times before you heard his shorts and boxers hit the floor.

You sighed out his name as he teased his tip through your folds, silently pleading with him to hurry it up. “Shhhhhh… ‘Atta girl. You did so well, baby. Now let me take care of you, yeah?”

He finally sunk in and nothing but low, whiny moans left your lips as you clenched around him. His free hand grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing it in appreciation while he slowly sunk every inch he had to offer. Once he bottomed out he gave you only a little bit of time before his thrusts started, albeit slowly at first but quickly ramping up due to his own impatience. It doesn’t take long for him to change to an unforgiving and rougher pace, his hand still holding your head against the table.

“Fff-fuck.. Christopherrr-”

“Yeah yeah, baby. Daddy’s got you. ‘M nice and deep, just how you like it right?” You missed the way he smirked when you let out a desperate ‘Uh-huh’ in response, but you could feel the way it encouraged him when his hips slammed against yours with more eagerness. He keeps this pace up for a while until he feels you tighten around him, and then he changes to slow, deep thrusts that make your eyes roll into your skull. 

The hand in your hair slides on top of yours on the desk, intertwining your fingers, and he leans forward to place his forehead between your shoulder blades, “Mmmm keep squeezing me, Honey. Fffuck, juuust like that..”

When you’re tipping over the edge, he places a kiss on your sweaty skin and moans against it. “That’s it, baby. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up just how you like it, okay?” You want to nod, but everything hits you at once so you can only cry out against your desk.

As your orgasm starts to fade into overstimulation, he fixes his posture and focuses on his hip movements. A squeaky moan falls from your lips as he suddenly bottoms out and the hold on your hip tightens. He threw his head back and bit his bottom lip as he came, attempting to muffle his whiney moans. He rides out his orgasm by sometimes pulling out and snapping his hips harshly against yours.

“Fuck… If that’s how we end the studying session from now on, I might consider this payment.” He jokes.

You let out a breathy laugh and he starts to pull out slowly, pushing you into the table as he did so. You take the moment to catch your breath when you realize he’s gone quiet and there’s the light feeling of breath on your thighs. Your head snaps back and you realize he was kneeling in order to watch his cum slide down your folds.

“Hey!” you whine and place a hand on his forehead, pushing his face away only for him to resist, so you use your feet to push him harder. He laughs at your embarrassment and stands up, pulling you to sit up as well and lifting the shirt off of you. He uses it to wipe you down before throwing it into your hamper and grabbing one of his spare shirts from your dresser. He steals a kiss before covering you in the shirt, then drags you to the living room to watch a tv show together.

You two spend the rest of the night on the couch, watching tv and relaxing in each other’s warmth. It’s no surprise when soft snores are heard and you look down to see his sleeping face squished into your chest. You huff out a laugh before you snuggle him closer. Then, your eyes get heavy until they inevitably close, and you fall asleep too.

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May, your ability to make me feel things in my chest is unrivaled.

okay okay, hear me out.

pegging switch!jisung.

and minho is watching. what if reader got the dick molded after minho's? and obviously jisung is going to be a whimpering mess but what if minho gets fucking jealous because jisung is also making noises he doesn't usually make with minho? so what is reader doing differently with the same fucking dick? it would drive him fucking insane. and then he needs so much reassurance after and jisung would be more than willing to give that to him.

I can't stop thinking about it. ~ 🥟

friend ..... please ........ oh. my. god.

🔞 2.1k words; afab!reader but no gender specified uh ... pegging, unsurprisingly

"Ya-ah," Jisung pants out, every syllable deliciously punched out of him by another one of your languid thrusts into his hole. His expression has long melted into one of sheer pleasure where it's smushed against Minho's hip, his ability to suck Minho's cock long forgotten.

And it's not like Minho isn't enjoying the view, no. Really, it drives him absolutely insane, Jisung, pink and sweaty and absolutely fucked dumb, the knowledge that this is what Jisung looks like every time Minho fucks him into the mattress.

And he knows it's silly, completely nonsensical, to be jealous of you, his own partner, especially when you're fucking Jisung with a picture perfect silicone replica of his own cock, but he can't help it – the self-doubt bubbles, grows, rankling deeply in his chest with every raspy mewl Jisung lets out, every moan that starts low and peters out high, like his body is racked with wave and wave of pleasure.

"Fuuuuuuck, baby, ah, BABY," Jisung mewls, as a string of spit runs down his chin. His free hand scrambles to hold onto Minho, fingertips digging into his hipbone. "So good, baby, don't stop, don't fucking ... ah, stop."

Minho's cock twitches, despite himself. He's so hard it hurts, red and swollen and leaking pathetically where its lying against his stomach, still slick with Jisung's spit. How could it not when Jisung looks so fucking gone.

But that was the problem – he had never seen Jisung this gone. In all the years, all the nights of fucking, of lovemaking, of everything in between, never had Jisung looked and sounded so utterly out of his mind with pleasure, moaned so unabashedly, so obscenely that Minho knew they would get complaints.

What was different now? This was a replica of his cock, goddammit. And it wasn't even real. Silicone. It couldn't feel as good as the real thing, Minho knows. Real cock, hot and warm and pulsing, it's better, so much better. But you wouldn't be able to tell, looking at Jisung with his eyes permanently rolled back into his pretty little head.

And it's not like he didn't want him to enjoy it, god no. When you suggested it his heart had plummeted into his cock at the thought of you fucking Jisung. It lived up the hype, too, the image of your pretty hands around Jisung's hips, the focus on your face, the almost crazed look in your eyes as you buried the strap into him. The way you'd kicked Jisung's legs apart earlier, the way Jisung had squealed – that would be seared into Minho's memory for the rest of his life.

But now ... he just ... he didn't, but ... what were you doing that he couldn't? How the fuck were you taking Jisung apart like this, the way Minho had never ever managed to.

The thought gnaws at him, makes his dick soft in record time, though it's not like you can see or Jisung had the werewithal to notice – no, Jisung was drooling his way towards his orgasm with every controlled roll of your hips, every perfectly punctuated thrust, until you reached around him and tugged at his cock twice and then he came, choking on his own spit, gurgling and moaning, spilling and spilling over the sheets and Minho's legs until he has nothing left to give, before collapsing on Minho's chest.

Absentmindedly, Minho wraps an arm around him, watches quietly as you carefully pull out of Jisung, pat his ass when he mewls out a complaint. You're undoing the strap when Jisung finally manages to speak.

"That was the best dicking down I've ever had, hands down, sorry Minho," he giggles, and it's clearly, undoubtedly, 100% meant as a joke, meant to make you feel good about your first time pegging him (or anyone) but it slices right into Minho's chest.

"Ha," he breathes out, a cheap imitation of a careless laugh, but he's clearly lost his edge because Jisung's head whips around to him immediately, and you freeze, your hands hovering over the buckles.

"Hyung ...?" Jisung asks, his eyes wide, full of concern, and Minho can't bear the look of them. The self-doubt in his chest bubbles up, threatens to drown him. As gently as he can, he pushes Jisung off, tries to wiggle back, put some distance between him and them, but the headboard ruins his plans, so all he ends up achieving is pushing Jisung away.

He watches, devastated, as Jisung's lower lips wobbles, before he bravely swallows it down. Fuck, he should've kept it for longer, let Jisung's hormones settle, before he did something so … harsh.

You're unfrozen now, quickly tugging off the strap and carelessly chucking it down the side of the bed before carefully crawling closer to Minho, clearly wanting to be close to him, wanting to understand ...

Minho feels awful.

"It's nothing, don't worry," Minho mumbles, "I'm fine. Just ... felt overwhelmed."

Jisung blinks at him, then down at his soft cock, before he looks back at him with a furrow of his brow. Minho feels ridiculous, sitting there, with his flaccid dick out. Absentmindedly, he grabs one of the pillows next to him, shoves it over his lap. It makes him feel a little bit safer, at least. Creates a barrier between him and you and Jisung ... something he never wanted to want in the first place. Fuck, now there are tears starting to sting at his waterline.

"Minho?" you ask gently, and settle down to sit next to him, facing him, your thigh resting against his. But you don't attempt to get closer. Minho's grateful for that.

"It's nothing," Minho repeats, but Jisung isn't having any of it.

"What do you mean it's nothing? It's clearly not nothing," he exclaims, exasperation clear in his voice. "It's clearly not nothing. Did we do something? I was really out of it, I"m sorry, I don't remember. Did I say something? I probably said something ..."

He looks frazzled, loopy, his chest heaving quicker and quicker, like he's about to fly into a full-blown panic and Minho and you react at the same time.

Quickly, Minho tugs Jisung forward and against his chest, tucking him firmly under his arm. You scoot closer, too, your hand rubbing soothing, grounding circles into Jisung's back, his waist, his hip, anything you can reach.

"It's okay, Jisungie, calm down," Minho coos, but Jisung shakes his head.

"N-no, it's not okay, please tell me what I said, I'm sorry, whatever I did."

You shush him gently, learn forward to rest your head on Jisung's arm, peppering soft kisses up to his shoulder.

"Jisungie, it's okay, he loves you, I love you, it's all okay."

Jisung sniffles, and you are looking at him so tenderly, so full of care and worry as you press another kiss into his skin, right onto one of his beauty marks, and Minho breaks.

"I ... I got jealous," he breathes out. Jisung's head whips up, but Minho keeps his eyes on you. You look at him slowly, calmly. He holds onto your calm, hopes it will tether him through this.

"I was watching you and you were ... you were making sounds I never heard you make and I ... got in my head about it, I got jealous."

With the way he's staring at you, Minho catches the twinge of hurt that flashes over your face.

"It's stupid, it's dumb, it has nothing to do with you, it was all me and my stupid self-doubt," he mumbles, tries to make it better, but something he said must've hurt you, because you're avoiding his eyes now.

Unmoored, no longer tethered, he flounders.

"I swear, baby, please, it wasn't because you were making him feel good, because I enjoyed it, okay? I loved it, it was so fucking hot. I love when you make each other feel good. Hell, I love watching that the most. It was just a moment, just a stupid moment, okay, I just got into my own head."

He doesn't realise how fast his breath is coming until Jisung places his palm on one and presses his nose into Minho's other cheek. Minho tries to swallow down the panic, but it only makes him feel dizzy.

"It had nothing to do with you, ..." Minho mumbles out, pathetically. He reaches out to you, grabs your arm hesitantly, gently tugs at it, a wordless invitation into his arms – one that you take, to his immense relief.

You settle in against his shoulder, almost a mirror image to where Jisung is still cradling his face softly. Humming a melody, his own breath still hiccuping in his chest.

The three of you are quiet for a long time. Tucked into Minho’s arms, his fingers trailing softly over skin, Jisung’s arm slung over so he can touch you and vice versa - until the moment passes, the panic subsides. Lulled back into calm, Jisung is the first to speak.

“I wasn’t being serious, hyung, I hope you know that,” he says, quietly, hesitantly. Minho sighs and Jisung stiffens, but Minho presses a soft kiss into his hair, one that makes Jisung relax again.

“It’s okay if you did,” he murmurs, and he finds that he means it. There’s a twinge where his heart is, but he means it.

Jisung pouts up at him, visibly not at all happy with Minho’s dismissal.

He extricates himself from Minho’s arms and moves so he can straddle Minho’s hips. His groin is still sticky with cum and lube, and it should be gross, but when has Minho ever been normal about Jisung.

You scoot your lower body away from Minho to accommodate for Jisung and Minho’s arm tightens around you automatically. He wants, no needs you close still. Both of you.

“Hyung, I just said it, it was just a throwaway comment. Because, I mean, god, Y/Nie, it was incredible. But it wasn’t better or worse than you Min, it was just …”

“Different,” you finish his sentence, nodding like it suddenly makes sense, “it’s the same with how both of you fuck me. Not one better than the other, both good in their own way.”

Jisung nods, smiles, squeezes your arm affectionately.

“Yeah, it was different. So, so good also because it was different. Because Y/Nie was fucking me, which is so mind-blowingly hot, but also because I could see you. I could hold onto you.”

Jisung leans down, folds himself over Minho and you until he can rest one sweet hand on your back, and cradle Minho’s face in his palm with the other. “I wouldn’t want to trade your cock for the world, hyung.”

He says it so earnestly, blinking at Minho with his big sparkly doe eyes, that it shocks a little giggle out of him. Jisung pouts again, his eyebrows pulling into an adorable little frown.

“Don’t laugh, I mean it! I love your cock!”

He wiggles around on Minho unhappily and in the process, grinds said cock against between his cheeks.

Minho’s laugh peters out into a little moan, and Jisung lights up with an unfairly sexy smirk as he grinds down with more intention.

“Can I show you, hyung?” he asks, “please can I show you?”

He swivels his hips, his wet, hot little hole catching ever so slightly on the head of Minho’s cock and Minho knows he’ll be rock hard again in seconds. He nods absentmindedly. As if it was ever a question.

Then, Minho feels you fingers, trailing a path over his stomach, up to his pecs, before you start rubbing the sensitive bud of his nipple. He gasps, whips his head over to you.

You’re staring up at him, lips slightly parted, watching him so intently he feels like he’s going insane. He dips down and presses his lips to yours in a messy, badly coordinated, but achingly loving kiss.

“Don’t be mad at me, please,” he mumbles against your lips, “I love you. I want you to love each other. I was being stupid.”

You shush him quietly, press another kiss to his parted lips. Jisung is grinding on him in earnest now, though he has slipped further down, allowing his own already hard again cock to slide against Minho’s in a sinuous glide that pulls sweet gasps from his lips.

“It’s okay, I get it,” you murmur, slide your tongue over his teeth sinfully. Minho’s cock throbs, and he nips at your bottom lip, so eager to taste, to devour you he can barely wait for the “I love you” to leave your bitten lips before he dives in and kisses you, hard.

And then Jisung reaches behind him, lines Minho up with his hole and sinks down and Minho sees stars.

“Let us show you how much we love you, hyung,” he rasps out.

And, god, does Minho feel loved.

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