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Two is Better Than One | JM/MY

Pairing: Sub!Jimin x Switch!Yoongi x Soft Dom!Male!Reader Genre: Smut Word Count: 5.2K Synopsis: Jimin’s excitement was expected, seeing as how a threesome was his idea to begin with.  Rating: M (18+) Warnings: Sub/dom dynamics, daddy!kink, babyboy!kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, spitting, rough anal, barebacking/raw sex, cum play, cum eating, cum feeding, cursing, vague possessiveness.

A/N: One day @sombreboy​ and I were like, “What if we opened a Google doc and wrote back and forth until a fic emerged?” Well folks, this is the result. We hope you enjoy our story because we’re absolutely in love with it and couldn’t wait to share! ♡ 

You gently grip Jimin by the back of the hair to slide your cock out of his eager mouth. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. I want those hot lips back around me in just a second, but first—”

He whines in response, wrapping his delicate hand on the base of your dick and stroking it with the residual slick of saliva.

“Wasn’t done,” he pouts. 

“I know, but you’ve got to let Yoongi have a turn.”

You look over at the man sitting on the sideline and expect him to jump at the chance, but he’s more reserved than your boyfriend. He’s waiting his turn patiently and until you instruct him to approach. You beckon him closer with a finger and are pleased to see him walk over right away to take a spot beside Jimin. 

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brat adventures 101

◚ not requested

→ in which baekhyun wants a threesome with y/n and his best friend taeyong.

✄┈ warnings/tags: well shit, good luck with this one... choking, degradation, not implied but 100% consent, freaky freak baekhyun, vanilla turned...something taeyong, y/n subtly has a switch from soft!dom to hard!dom, slapping (of the buttocks), prostate milking (subtle), cum swapping? (y/n swaps spit with ty while he still has bh's cum in his mouth) idk what the hell else is in here :) enjoy

↬ word count: 4.2k

↬ published: 01.03.22

sex. pretty good, right? even better when the people you end up sleeping with are celebrities. what’s not anticipated though, in that whole ordeal, is if your only clients are pretty much best friends… and the brattiest client proposes a threesome with you and said best friend.

“how do you know he won’t freak out?” y/n panted, grunting as the male on top of him swiveled his hips, hands clawing down his chest.

the male on top let out a sultry giggle, although he ended up moaning louder than expected as y/n thrust his hips up, a loud clap sounding throughout the room. “the way he talks about you, plus—fuck—wait til he finds out you’re fucking both of us.”

baekhyun was no stranger to the fact that he and his best friend, taeyong, were both sleeping with the same man. y/n used to have a bit of a reputation with some idols, coming to stick to the few trusted clients when there was an issue of another idol claiming they caught something from him; it was a lie. that idol had their own nightly escapades to worry about, blaming it on the one person they knew got around in the industry.

baekhyun knew a bit about the dynamics between the two, taeyong confiding in baekhyun about his sexcapades with the other. he knew taeyong was on the softer side, the younger quite obvious in the fact that he was rather uncomfortably new to the whole world of baekhyun’s brat adventures; so he wanted to have a threesome—show him how he and y/n get down. or it might have been baekhyun’s corruption kink doing all the work…

he gritted his teeth when the angling of y/n’s hips proved fruitful as his tip prodded against his prostate, a slutty whine leaving his throat as his own hips sporadically thrusted against y/n’s, chasing his high. “almost there, almost—fuck!”

y/n barely chuckled, “ah, you’re such a slut, hyung; thinking of your best friend while fucking someone else.”

baekhyun whimpered, ignoring the burning and tightening of his calves as he bounced; up, down, up, down, all until that gathering feeling in his stomach erupted.

thick streams of white spurted from his tip and onto y/n’s tattoo-covered torso. the man gripped his hips tighter, groaning as the idol clenched around him, gyrating his hips to milk himself of all he had.

and in a bout of expiring adrenaline, baekhyun planted his feet flat on the mattress and bounced, almost toppling over as the new angle jabbed directly into his sweet spot. y/n let out a loud curse, nearing his own high. almost 15 seconds later, baekhyun was dry orgasming in overstimulation and the tight clenching of his ass pulled y/n closer and closer to his own high.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

that sentence leaving y/n’s mouth was all that baekhyun needed to hear to, somehow, pull off of y/n before removing his condom and jerking him to finish. as a grunting moan left y/n’s throat, baekhyun stuck his tongue out, closing his eyes and welcoming the shooting load onto his face.

y/n looked down at him from between his legs, baekhyun’s wrist still flicking, spurts of cum flying onto his cheeks and tongue. “fucking hell.”

“you went and did what?”

baekhyun was staring at his best friend in shock, the other only having the same old innocent gaze in his glittery eyes.

“i got a belly button piercing a couple of days ago.”

the older looked dumbfounded, why was he not informed of this spectacular addition?

taeyong puffed his cheeks out and looked around before leaning closer to baekhyun, “and y/n hyung has been really gentle because of it.” taeyong watched his eyebrows perk up for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“has he now?”

“yeah, but i like it,” he smiled at his lap, a blush settling on his warm cheeks, “a lot.”

baekhyun let out a gasp similar to one who’s been betrayed, “yong, you’re such a softie,” he teased, “don’t you want a little spice; a little roughness? i got some the other day and wow! i came twice in less than a minute.”

taeyong inhaled a sharp breath, “one minute? doesn’t that hurt?”

“that’s what makes it feel good,” baekhyun all but moaned out in reminiscence of the other night.

“oh, i wouldn’t know. i always called the safe word when it started to hurt.”

it was safe to say baekhyun never wanted taeyong to be fucked senseless as much as he did right then. the baby cowered at a little pain? oh honey.

and y/n being gentle? all because of a belly piercing? who knew the rough beast of a man he knew could be so versatile?

baekhyun didn’t have any hard feelings for it either; he was the one who told y/n to be as rough as he could. it was the only way he could get off after discovering his own kinks. corruption, overstimulation, choking, and spit don’t particularly beg for gentleness, do they?

days had gone by before baekhyun found the right time to propose his idea. however, the concept of ‘the right time’ must be different for baekhyun, because he asked taeyong if he would join him and y/n during an argument.

the secret was out. taeyong now knew y/n slept with other people. they weren’t exactly exclusive, but the fact that he was sleeping with baekhyun and the latter not saying anything after all this time didn’t sit right with him.

“are you out of your mind? you’re just now telling me we’re sleeping with the same guy and you want to have a threesome?” taeyong found it absurd, but baekhyun thrived off the idea, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head.

“you’re sick! and to make it worse, i’ve been telling you about him and i and you just—gosh you’re so frustrating!” taeyong cried out.

he slammed his hands on the dining table, shaking his head. “you know what? get out! get out of my house. i can’t believe you.”

“well, your little saint kicked me out when i asked.”

y/n snorted, trying to hold back his laughter, eyeing around the sm lobby. “i know, he told me all about it when i went over the other day.

baekhyun all but scoffed, “he’s really upset with me? but is perfectly fine with calling you over right after?” y/n only shrugged his shoulders, folding his hands behind his head on the sofa.

“to be fair, he already knew i was sleeping with other people. he’s just upset with you because you knew who he was talking about this whole time and acted like you didn’t.”

“still! i don’t see why he’d hold a grudge over that,” baekhyun pouted, huffing as he folded his arms across his chest. a few moments passed before baekhyun perked up, a sly smirk pulling on his lips as he slowly turned to y/n.

“i didn’t know you were such a softie too.”

y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “what are you talking about?”

“tae told me all about how you were all extra soft and gentle when he got his belly button piercing. i figured he was about as vanilla as one could get, but you? that was a surprise!”

y/n smacked his lips, finding baekhyun’s words silly, “i’m not vanilla. who do you think takes all my energy up because their kinks are so demanding?” baekhyun knew he meant well and wasn’t shaming his kinks, so he could laugh about it.

“oh please—”

“so i was just sloppy seconds, huh?” both men looked over in shock, finding taeyong standing right next to the sofa they were sitting on. y/n stood up, turning toward the fragile boy.

“no, no of course no—”

“oh, so then you weren’t really being gentle, you were being lazy with me while you gave baekhyun hyung your undivided attention?” taeyong didn’t want to be angry at y/n in this situation, but after interpreting his words as such, he struggled not to feel conflicted toward him.

and although he wasn’t having the best feelings towards the two at the moment, there was a gnawing feeling in him that wanted him to be the one who had all of y/n’s attention.

“fine, i’ll do it. i’ll do the threesome.”

“are you sure you want to do this, yong? you don’t need to prove anything, if that’s what you’re trying to do.” now settled in his apartment, y/n tried to get taeyong to reconsider, not wanting the boy to go out of his comfort zone.

“oh i’m not trying to prove anything to you, you’re proving something to me.” taeyong sassed. it was his first time ever giving y/n attitude and the other didn’t know whether this would be a good or bad thing. but baekhyun, kinky as he was, was thriving off the conflict. his taeyong was finally emerging out of his vanilla shell. he was evolving.

“and what is that?”

“y/n hyung is going to prove to me that i’m not just his sloppy seconds and you’re going to prove to me that… that…” he didn’t really know what he wanted baekhyun to prove to him, but he wasn’t going to let him get away with embarrassing him like that.

“you’re going to be vanilla today.”

all baekhyun could think from those words was ‘worst top 10 anime betrayals’ because there was no way in hell taeyong thought baekhyun would get off from vanilla sex. but then he realized, that’s precisely why the sneaky bastard chose that, it was his punishment. but taeyong must not have known of his one true kink…

“and hyung is going to fuck me like he never has.” corruption.

taeyong set himself up with this one. baekhyun could nut just from watching the two if he had to because to see taeyong be rid of his kink virginity would be nothing but a sexual fantasy come to life for him. and he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell taeyong about that.

“alright, boss us around.” taeyong told y/n. sure, this threesome was conditioned by taeyong’s rules, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be the dominant one.

“wait, safe word or color system?”

taeyong went to answer safe word but baekhyun cut him off, “sweetie,” he gave a sultry look, “he is going to fuck you senseless, i’d choose the color system. it’s easier to remember than one random word.”

and baekhyun didn’t miss the bobbing of taeyong’s adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly at the warning.

“color system.”

“alright, both of you strip. taeyong i want you on your back, hyung on your stomach.” he already knew of baekhyun’s kinks, and if y/n wouldn’t carry them out, baekhyun would himself, so he was going to tie him up.

once both boys were situated, taeyong lying flat on his back, waiting for y/n, and baekhyun on his stomach with his hands tied behind his back with velcro cuffs, y/n grabbed the lube, condoms, and a few toys. baekhyun wouldn’t be getting the most attention today, y/n using velcro cuffs so baekhyun could get out himself should something happen. however , due to the lack of attention, this also meant he’d have to try and get off with the toys while y/n took care of taeyong.

y/n stood up straight and backed away from the bed a little, admiring the view in front of him. baekhyun was already getting hard while taeyong was still soft, not knowing what was to come. y/n was going to tease baekhyun for being hard from nothing, but then he remembered; this was taeyong’s night.

“i’m not going to touch you tonight, hyung. only taeyong,” he grabbed the vibrator wand, switching it to the lowest setting before placing it between baekhyun’s legs, against his balls, “but you still can’t cum unless i say so.”

baekhyun let out a whine, nuzzling his head in the pillow as the vibrations left him wanting for more friction.

y/n held back a smirk, turning his attention to taeyong. the boy was staring at baekhyun, in awe at how he ground his hips into the mattress, hands tied behind his back.

“don’t worry about him, i’m going to take care of you now,” he crawled over taeyong’s naked form, leaning down to where their noses almost touched and taeyong’s glittery eyes bore into his in excitement, “only you,” and he connected their lips, taeyong moaning.

the boy’s hips rose, searching for friction even though he was barely hard. kissing always turned taeyong on, and with baekhyun’s eyes on them, he felt a bit awkward, but a good awkward. y/n continued to kiss him, hands working their way down his body. once he reached taeyong’s dick he gave it a firm squeeze, a stark contrast to his normally light and gentle caresses.

taeyong let out a hiss, hands clenching and unclenching on y/n’s shoulders at the new feeling. baekhyun let out a sultry giggle as he watched the scene before him. “n/n, he’s so sensitive, isn’t he?”

y/n knew what baekhyun was trying to do. he was trying to rile them up, trying to get out of his punishment. “shut up or i’ll take away the vibrator and you’ll get off just from humping the bed like the dirty whore you are.”

taeyong gasped at the vulgarity of y/n’s words, never having heard him speak that way.

“oh, i think you’ve shocked him,” baekhyun looked at taeyong’s dick, the tip red and shiny, “maybe even excited him.”

taeyong’s cheeks burned in embarrassment, hands cradling the warm skin. y/n looked down at him, gaze softening, “ignore him. he’s just trying to start something.”

taeyong didn’t know what to say to that, but y/n made a move before anything. the latter had sat up, pulling his boxers down before un-capping the lube and squirting a healthy amount into his fingertips. taeyong shuddered when he saw his length, a neat patch of hair sitting above it.

all of a sudden, y/n grabbed under taeyong’s knee, pushing his leg up at an angle. taeyong lifted his head to see what y/n would do when he felt a finger enter him, gently prodding around his walls just how he liked it.

a guttural groan left his throat and his head fell back against the pillow as y/n stretched him open, adding another finger soon after.

“look at him, getting all bothered—fuck—from a finger. ngh.” baekhyun teased, stopping himself just to release his own noises of pleasure, his fingernails scratching against his own lower back.

y/n went to tell him to shut up again when taeyong let out a whimper. his eyebrow quirked up, bringing his clean hand up to taeyong’s cheek, “you like when he talks like that?”

taeyong whined out, nodding his head and biting his lip as y/n sped his thrusts up for a split second. his hands were flat on his stomach, not knowing what to do with them. he wanted to grab onto the mattress, the pillow, y/n’s shoulders, arms—but he couldn’t make up his mind so he settled on clawing at the little fat on his stomach whenever he needed something to grab. y/n thought it was cute while baekhyun thought it was the hottest thing ever. taeyong was already dumb over some fingers?

“fuck he’s so hot, please let me fuck him, y/n!” baekhyun cried out, hips stuttering. he wasn’t anywhere near close but the sensation from the constant friction had dulled and his hips had tired from trying to get anything more than that.

“no,” y/n replied, giving a light slap to taeyong’s thigh when the boy’s hips jolted away from him at a particular thrust. “i’m the only one who gets to fuck him tonight, isn’t that right, yongie?”

taeyong hadn’t heard much of what y/n said, too focused on the coiling heat in his stomach; all he did was cry out a ‘yes’ as his toes curled.

y/n knew taeyong was close; his toes would curl up and his legs would get restless, pushing and pulling whatever was pleasuring him. so y/n teased the both of them.

“yongie’s gonna cum soon, hyung.” he taunted baekhyun, speeding his thrusts up to help push taeyong over the edge. and as y/n’s thrusts sped up, so did the volume of his moans—it drove baekhyun crazy and y/n knew that. baekhyun was hearing and seeing his best friend be fucked and he couldn’t do anything but rut against the blanket.

“mh, y/n i’m gonna cum too—” baekhyun whined out, ass cheeks clenching as he pushed his hips against the mattress. his high would have timed perfectly with taeyong’s, but the vibrator had finally fallen over from all the movement baekhyun was making and y/n had never heard the older groan out in such turmoil as he had in the moment his climax was ripped away from him.

taeyong, on the other hand, was arching and twisting as he came, face scrunching and ass gripping y/n’s fingers with a vice. he’d never cum in such a short time, but his orgasm wasn’t as powerful as it normally was, he noticed. yet it felt just as overwhelming how y/n kept thrusting his hand, jabbing at his prostate sometimes.

he knew he was being overstimulated, it’s something he avoided during sex with y/n because like he told baekhyun, it hurt.

so as his body spasmed and tried to pull away, he cried out in protest. “stop, stop, stop!”

and y/n slowed his thrusts almost to a halt when baekhyun sat up, struggling because of the binding and how numb his legs were. he had shuffled so that his knees were above taeyong’s head.

“don’t you fucking dare y/n. tae what's your color?”

he wasn’t even sure taeyong had heard him, but a few seconds later, taeyong gasped out ‘green’, a smirk coming to baekhyun’s face. “there you go,” he cooed, bending over to mouth his way down taeyong’s chest to play with his nipples before sitting straight again, watching the younger have the time of his life.

he was already twitching again moments later, the dry orgasm ripping through him as he hollered out. y/n slowed his thrusts to a stop before pulling his fingers out and pressing kisses all over taeyong’s thighs. the boy was completely fucked out.

“color?”

taeyong’s eyes were hooded as his head rolled in the direction of y/n’s voice. he tried to speak up but his breath caught in his throat and his chest heaved when he swallowed. ‘god, he’s down so bad,’ baekhyun thought as he looked at him.

y/n, being the more attentive of the two, softly called out to the younger and caressed his cheeks to try to bring him back. “hey, hey, yong? you alright?” he peppered kisses along tayeong’s forehead and cheeks as the younger let out a tired whimper.

“i’m okay,” his head lolled, contradicting his words. he was clenching around nothing and he felt like y/n”s fingers were still in him; so much so that his cock would slightly twitch toward his stomach every few seconds.

“look at him. he’s so far gone, isn’t he n/n?” baekhyun teased, taeyong gnawing on the air as his hips gave tiny thrusts to nothing. y/n thought he couldn’t get any harder than he was at the sight, absentmindedly coating his cock with lube.

baekhyun watched the male, letting out an exaggerated gasp to alert taeyong. taeyong only half-snapped out of his daze, but baekhyun’s next words couldn’t prepare him enough for what was to come, “y/n is going to fuck you raw.”

taeyong had never gone raw, especially considering the fact that he wasn’t y/n’s only partner; but he trusted y/n and baekhyun enough, at least at the moment. he really didn’t care, all he wanted was to be filled and fucked balls de—

“fuck!”

y/n’s hips met taeyong’s, the younger automatically locking his ankles behind his hips as y/n thrust slowly for a few seconds, letting taeyong adjust to the size difference. when taeyong became accustomed to the stretch he wanted more.

“more, want more.”

baekhyun, understanding just how taeyong was feeling and knowing y/n would bend to his every will, stepped in. “nope, y/n. don’t listen to him,” he sat on his knees next to taeyong, finally removing the hand cuffs before caressing taeyong’s cheek before squeezing his jaw, “you’re not in charge, are you?” taeyong only moaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

baekhyun chuckled, landing a light tap on taeyong’s cheek for his attention yet again, “ah ah ah. look at me.” his tone was firm yet y/n paid him no mind, only looking at taeyong’s reaction. he wanted to tease him, he wanted to tease the both of them so badly; so he did.

he gave a single thrust, powerful enough to have taeyong’s body jolt upward and arms waving about next to baekhyun. the elder turned to y/n, mildly upset that he was disobeyed, “why’d you do that?”

y/n smirked, taeyong clenching and grinding against him, begging for him to move. y/n placed his palm on taeyong’s lower stomach, halting his movements as he closely watched baekhyun, waiting for the right moment to strike.

‘3…’ y/n began the countdown in his head.

‘2…’ baekhyun shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

‘1…’ baekhyun’s lips parted as he went to speak.

‘good boy.’

baekhyun let out a choked whine when y/n’s hand shot to his throat, his body being pushed backward on the mattress. as baekhyun whined, taeyong moaned—y/n’s hips meeting his as he leaned his weight forward to push baekhyun.

y/n watched as baekhyun’s face turned red and the veins in his jaw protruded, counting down 3 more seconds before loosening his grip almost completely, only leaving his thumb and middle finger to occasionally squeeze the sides of his neck.

“your hands just won’t stay still, yongie, will they?” he didn’t leave a moment for the younger to answer, grabbing taeyong’s wrist parallel to baekhyun, “open up, hyung.”

baekhyun’s mouth now fitted 4 of taeyong’s slender fingers, the tips of them grazing the back of his throat and several gags heaving in his throat. he swore he almost came when y/n tightened his grip around his neck, completely cutting off his air supply, his own hands flying to y/n’s wrist and eyes rolling back.

it was almost funny; baekhyun, the sex-crazed male who always had control over his body no matter what y/n gave him had been reduced to what taeyong was mere minutes ago—fucked dumb.

he felt like he’d champed his way through every kink he had, but this was new. and he was nowhere near done—not by y/n’s rules. baekhyun had taken a (failed) vibrator climax and almost 2 hands without cumming and all without penetration in his awaiting ass—the night was far from over. and if taeyong had to cum multiple times before baekhyun did, then so be it.

while baekhyun went through repetitive cutting off of his oxygen, taeyong had cum 2 more times, and each time his fingers slipped out of baekhyun’s mouth in an attempt to rationalize his own reaction to such an intense event. and each time it happened, y/n thrust harder and left his handprint on taeyong’s asscheek as a reminder that he didn’t have permission to remove his hand. by the time taeyong had cum a third time, he’d become nothing but an exhausted body staring at the ceiling. he and baekhyun were on the verge of passing out, but y/n knew their limits, pulling out of taeyong, releasing his grip, and pulling taeyong’s limp hand from baekhyun’s mouth.

he got down on his knees next to the bed, pulling baekhyun to rest his thighs on his shoulders before lathering hot kisses and swipes of his tongue to baekhyun’s hole. it took only two minutes before baekhyun’s hips were lifting off the bed and cum was shooting from his swollen tip. untamed grunts were leaving his mouth as his back arched, hands flying to y/n’s head. almost thirty seconds had passed and he still hadn’t stopped. but the last straw for his body was when y/n pulled his tongue out and replaced it with his middle and index fingers, prodding straight at his prostate. baekhyun could only inhale a gasp as his abs flexed and even more cum oozed from his burning tip, pooling at his navel. y/n pulled baekhyun’s cock to his lips, jerking it and sticking his tongue out to catch the shooting cream before standing up and crouching over taeyong, hand never stopping. he bought his mouth to taeyong, the younger not even registering the fact that they were kissing, baekhyun’s cum sliding off y/n’s tongue and mixing with taeyong’s saliva, gliding down his chin.

y/n waited until no more would come from baekhyun’s balls, before landing a hard slap to his ass, almost as if saying “good job.”

taeyong and baekhyun both exhaustedly rolled their heads toward each other, sharing a glance, “fucking hell.”

Just So You Know

summary: you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

length: 20,996 words

tags: friends to lovers, love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, semi public, sex toys, edging, bondage, blindfolds, anal play, double penetration, threesome mmf, brief mentions of daddy kink

There was a while when you thought Jeno and Jaemin were attached at the hip. You almost never saw them apart from each other, and any time that you did, the other would show up in the same place soon after, drawn together magnetically even when you were somewhere crowded or in public. 

But the first time that you saw Jeno alone, the first time that Jaemin didn’t immediately show up to interrupt, things happen quickly, hormones taking over. You learn that Jeno without Jaemin means that you get fucked quite well, pressed against the back wall of the small shed at the back of the property where they’re filming.

It happens repeatedly. 

Jeno gets you alone or you seek him out, you have sex. It’s easy.

You don’t know if he tells the others, and you don’t care one way or the other. It’s just a casual thing, a quick and easy way to get off between friends.

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BBG Pt. 1 ✦ Chungha & Sunmi x Reader

All rights reserved © lesbolieeh

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬𝑺: smut ✦ open relationship au ✦ best friend au

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: Sub!Chungha (Soloist/Ex I.O.I) & Sub!Sunmi (Soloist/Ex Wonder Girls) ✦ Dom!F/Afab!Reader

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: threesome ✦ best friend!chungha + girlfriend!sunmi x reader ✦ power bottom(s) ✦ thigh riding ✦ marking ✦ teasing ✦ breast worship ✦ nipple play ✦ praise kink ✦ stripping ✦ brief mommy kink ✦ princess kink ✦ babygirl kink ✦ mentions of alcohol consumption, breath play, fingering, oral sex, penetration, rewards & punishments

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻: 3.2 ✦ k

𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮: Stay Tonight ✦ CHUNG HA

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: finally a threesome!

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"Let's get you home, yeah?" I asked rhetorically.

I had always thought of my best friend Chungha as an attractive person — damn, I'd even had a crush on her when we were younger! But she never showed me any signs of reciprocating my feelings whenever I'd invite her to "hang out sessions" that were way too romantic to be considered friendly. I mean, how heteronormative must one be if your best friend and you make tea together and then cuddle as you watch the Fear Street series and you think it's a friend thing?! So it was therefore an eye-widening surprise when she grabbed my face and kissed me 20 minutes ago.

We had gone to a party tonight "to have some fun" as Chungha'd phrased it, which I hadn't thought too much about. Had she meant this type of fun? Kissing each other? Or was it just the alcohol that had made her desperate enough to seek out her best friend to let out her sexual frustration on? Lalisa's all girl party seemed to be full of women (and other non-men) too occupied with each other so I definitely understood why she had a hard time finding someone "to have some fun" with.

"I don't want to go home, ____," she mumbled into my shoulder from behind me. Right after she'd kissed me I'd decided it was time to go because I thought she was too drunk and didn't want her to have a horrible hangover the next day, thus we were now outside, waiting for an uber to come and pick us up and away from this place. I was carrying her on my back — thankfully she had decided to wear shorts and not a mini skirt or dress tonight — because I was scared she was drunk enough to pass out any minute and didn't want so much as a scratch on her precious skin. She had told me she wasn't that drunk, only a little tipsy, but I didn't believe her since she had kissed me and I only expected that to be a possible scenario when she's really, really, really drunk.

"You need to go home," I replied. I hadn't called an uber driver and waited 15 minutes for us to stay at this crazy place. She hung her head into the crook of my neck, making her blonde curls fall onto my exposed collarbone and tickle me unintentionally, as well as blessing me with a breeze of lavender instead of the puke I smelled when I had walked past Sakura, Eunbi and the rest of their crew. Tough night for Sakura I'm guessing, I heard that her ex had moved on with Somi (yes, that's a reference to my Somi fic).

"Stay tonight?" my best friend asked softly into my ear.

"You can stay at my place tonight," I suggested instead of going to hers because Sunmi, my girlfriend, had earlier today requested if we could watch a movie together and I didn't want to disappoint her with lack of attention and care. Whenever we had sleepovers — which happened often — we would be at Chungha's place since she had no roomate, so this would therefore be our first time having one at my place. Her and Sunmi weren't the bestest friends so I wasn't sure how this would go. They didn't hate each other; they just didn't click well together for some reason.

"Yay!" she giggled calmly into my ear, tightening her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders even more, making it a little difficult to breathe but it was fine because she seemed happy and that made me happy. It didn't seem to matter to her that we would stay at my place instead of hers, whether it was because she thought Sunmi wasn't there or because she was drunk I wasn't sure — but once again as long as she was smiling I was fine with whatever.

She was always such a cutie whenever she was drunk, always saying or doing weird stuff cutely, like making ugly faces [cutely because looking ugly is impossible for her] or singing songs in very high pitches to make me laugh. Only Chungha was this cute when she was drunk. Other people looked like they were done with everything when they were drunk. And then there were those people who were straight up obnoxious and too loud when they were drunk but let's not talk about them!

Before I could soften up even more at her hair and nose tickling me, the uber was here. For a microsecond Chungha pouted and then got off my back, but I didn't notice as I was too busy opening the door for her as the considerate friend I am. I followed suit into the car and as if on cue she put her head on my shoulder. It was natural to me; I was used to her affection at this point, but I wasn't aware of the thoughts roaming inside her head. She played with my fingers to distract herself. The silence left me thinking. What had happened today? Why did she get drunk? How could she look sad yet happy?

Thankfully I didn't live too far away from Lalisa's so we were soon at our destination. The driver stopped the car and we could finally get away from the cramped space and breathe fresh air. We were two blocks away from my place as I always gave uber drivers an address a bit away from my real one in case they were creeps; yes, I had trust issues. "Hop on!" I said and bent down so Chungha could climb onto my back again.

During the seven minutes trip of me walking with her on my back she held onto me not as people normally did to not fall down, but rather as if it were a backhug, nuzzling into me. She was talking about random things she had on her mind, like how she was craving a bag of flamin' hot cheetos (she was one of those spicy chicks) and how she liked the smell of my perfume. But sadly enough she wouldn't get any cheetos since the last package at home had been eaten by someone — whether it was by me or Sunmi was a mystery — to which she pouted.

When we finally were standing in front of my house I told her to get off my back as quietly as I could muster, as we were outside and it was late and I didn't want to wake any neighbours up because I was the golden neighbour and would want those fuckers to do the same back when I was in my priceless slumber. She complied and waited patiently for me to unlock and open the door. But before I even got to put the key into the hole the door opened and revealed Lee Sunmi in all her glory, waiting with a big smile resting on her tired-looking face.

"Finally you're here, ____!" she whisper-beamed (the door was still open) and hugged me closely — being alone and waiting for her girlfriend to give her some attention always made her extra affectionate and clingy.

But I wasn't alone as she'd wished.

"Oh, she's here," my girlfriend said, visibly less excited. To that Chungha could only roll her eyes, she too wished she wasn't there; that Sunmi was at her friend's place or on a vacation I hadn't mentioned to her — anywhere but here.

"Yup and she will stay tonight."

"Great," Sunmi's smile decreased, closing the door a little harder than necessary, trying not to sound like she's lying although everybody could sense she was. Chungha didn't react to that; after all, she wasn't too happy to see her either.

"I'm just gonna put her to bed and then we'll watch a movie like I promised, Babe!" I explained before my girlfriend even could mention a movie, and pulled Chungha with me to my room (after we'd taken off our shoes, of course, because we weren't American). Sunmi huffed in frustration, but she understood why I'd want my drunk best friend to sleep so she didn't say anything.

Chungha followed my lead to the room upstairs, right above the living room. I opened the door for her and she closed it after us, which was a little strange but she had been acting strange the whole night so I didn't question it too much. Normally when we had sleepovers I would jump onto the bed and she'd do the same, but now it was different because not only was she drunk, we were going to have a sleepover at my place and not hers; the same rules didn't apply here.

"Let's get you to sleep, Baby," I said with a tone a mother would use for her baby or a teenager would for a stranger's puppy, because that's what Chungha was to me. My baby, my puppy, my cute best friend.

"I don't want to sleep, ____," she said with a small pout after I gently tried pulling her down onto the bed beside me — which she refused. Laughing at her drunk state, I patted the spot beside me to tell her difficult ass she should lay down and sleep. With no hesitation she ignored my motion and instead sat comfortably on my thighs. It wasn't unusual for her to sit on my lap or hug me for a minute or two — I was used to all of that. But this time it was different. I could see in her eyes that her intentions weren't the same as they usually would to be.

"If you don't want to sleep what do you want to do?"

She didn't say anything. Instead she looked me in the eyes and began grinding lightly on me. In a way her eyes were asking me if it was OK for her to move like that. I didn't say anything. Instead I looked at her face and then her hips. What was happening? I always had something to say, so why were no words leaving my mouth? And most importantly: why didn't it feel bad when my best friend grinded on me? As she had gotten a silent OK from me she grabbed my hands and put them on her luscious waist.

Sunmi was in the living room doing who-knows-what and here I was casually laying on our bed with my best friend grinding on top of me. Technically, I wasn't cheating on her as we were in an open relationship so this was allowed. We didn't necessarily get jealous when the other had sex with someone else as we agreed that for now in our relationship we were free to experiment different things as long as we used protection when necessary. Plus, when we had threesomes they'd always be adventurous as we never had a clue what the third person liked or had or hadn't tried before. But the difference between having sex with a new person and your best friend is that, although you don't know what to expect from either, it's going to be more eye-opening with your best friend and it could most likely affect your friendship afterwards. I know that Sunmi was OK with me having sex with new people, but would that still apply if that new person was my best friend?

Chungha knew we were in an open relationship as I had on multiple occasions told her about fun experiences I'd had with different people, which is why she had the courage to do something like this, knowing I already was taken but not exclusively.

Finally I opened my mouth to say something, and with a tone deeper than before, which shocked her a bit. "If you're gonna ride me, pick one thigh and do it good." Soon she was on my right one [as she knew it was slightly thicker and muscular than the left one] and rolling her hips smoothly, seducing me more than I ever thought a best friend possibly could.

My thigh between beautifully sculpted ones was an appealing sight indeed. She grinded her clad pussy on my thigh with so much grace it was obvious she was a dancer — and a very experienced one at that. The way she moved her hips so alluringly, the way she circled her arms behind my neck and kept eye-contact with me, her aura — everything — was art. It was like a performance. Her breathy whimpers was the music and worked tremendously at impacting the audience, which was me.

"Touch me, ____." Never in my whole life had I ever gotten affected like this. How she moved so slowly to enjoy and remember every single thrust against my muscles was killing me. She didn't need to tell me twice, my hands travelled up and down her deliciously curved body instantaneously. Never in my whole life had I been with a power bottom...

...but I liked it.

Sunmi was always an obedient good girl — which I loved — and the open relationship was meant for us to experience different sensations sexually such as this one.

"You should speak nicer to me, Babygirl," I teased with a smirk and smacked her ass, to which she let a small, pitchy moan slip.

To tease me more she leaned to my ear and innocently whispered: "Sorry, Mommy."

I didn't know how to react. My best friend called me Mommy. What was I doing? I had always enjoyed taking care of her because I knew she had worries and didn't like talking about them with me and so knowing that I was caring for her when she needed it filled me with joy. Maybe that was why she was grinding on me? Maybe that was why I let her? Maybe that was why we fucking liked it?

She pulled off her blouse, revealing a black push-up bra that held her boobs up perfectly. It was her favorite bra. I knew that because she called it her "lucky bra" she wore on special occasions. Instead of wondering if fucking with me was her special occasion I admired the sight in front of me. She smiled a little. She was still a little shy as she'd never showed her boobs to me in a sexual context before. I could tell that she was feeling a little nervous all of a sudden at showing her body so I put my face between her boobs. That way she wouldn't have to see my face and overthink any small detail and misinterpret it as judgement or dissatisfaction. I placed wet kisses all over the space between them and up to her collarbones, making her giggle cutely at my affection.

After a few minutes of Chungha giggling and whimpering at the tickling feeling of my lips and tongue on her boobs (at least what wasn't covered), I broke away from her body and looked up at her to slowly slipp off one of the straps of the bra. The strap rolled down her arm and exposed her shoulder and part of her boob. "Can I?" I asked, referring to the other strap. She nodded profusely, like she had wanted this all night or a little longer, and muttered a small "yes". Once again I pulled it off slowly as to tease her, seduce her.

And so both straps were resting on her forearms, shoulders naked, collarbones defined. Looking up at her face, I searched for any sign of uncertainty, but there weren't any; she was sure she wanted me to do this. My hand moved from her waist up her back until it felt the bra's fabric. Click! The bra dropped and revealed her plump boobs. She smirked smugly at my reaction and threw the pointless bra away confidently. "Wanna taste?"

I didn't answer, I just started sucking on her nipple as if my life depended on it, giving the other attention by pinching it lightly between my index finger and thumb. Gasping, she tugged a hand into my hair so she could have a grip somewhere to feel like she was at least somewhat in control. But she wasn't. My tongue swirling and my lips sucking on her sensitive nipple sure proved me right. The way she needed to pull my hair back to loosen a little of my power over her as she was panting showed how she was crippling on the inside. During this whole time she was looking at me going at it, having dreamt of seeing me do it to her for too long. I released her boob with a pop sound. The nipple was red and needy, and so was the other — even more so than the one I'd been sucking; I was always better with my fingers.

"Choke me," she said after regaining her breathing.

"Want my fingers around your neck?"

"Yes, please."

"Want my fingers inside you?"

"Yes, p-please."

"Do you think you deserve it, Babygirl."

The front door opened, making both of us turn our heads to the opening, and there she stood, Lee Sunmi, in all her glory.

"Did someone say Babygirl?" she asked and closed the door behind her.

"Don't tell me you're fucking her and not me," she whined with a needy pout, "I've waited for you for hours. The least you can do is invite me, y'know."

She never whined [in a non-sexual way] or complained because she was my good girl but she was now filled with tiredness and deprived of attention and that changed her behavior. I looked back at Chungha, noticing immediately that she was a little annoyed. Bingo!

"Babygirl, if you want to prove to me that you deserve my fingers I have a little mission for you," I said, intriguing her interest.

"You're going to make me cum with your pretty mouth whilst I prepare Sunmi for my strap. Then when I fuck her I want you to watch and handle it without touching yourself, understood?"

"Yes," Chungha said confidently; she'd never had any complaints about her tongue before and she'd do anything for my fingers tonight. I smiled and tucked some hair behind her ear.

Turning my attention to the attention deprived girlfriend by the door, my smile turned into a smirk. "Princess. There. Now," I pointed towards the floor in front of the bed, to which Sunmi obeyed in a second as she was a good girl. I knew she always listened to me, so I felt satisfied. However, there was something about that little naughtiness of Chungha's that intrigued me.

"Good. Now take off your clothes for me." Fuck yes. Sunmi didn't know how to feel about her girlfriend with her best friend in bed — she would've preferred for me to be with someone other than Chungha as she was a threat since we'd known each other for much longer than Sunmi and I. She was tired and a little jealous (I had spent all night with Chungha!), so it only flicked a new side of her. Teasingly, she stood up on her feet and slipped off her tank top in what seemed like slow motion. She took off her shorts even slower and smirked at me. This wasn't like her usual. Was she trying to be...naughty?

"What do you want now?" she asked, not with that sweet tone she always used, but with a rude tone that made me want to punish her for the first time.

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❝ 다가와 내게 이 순간 Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay By my side Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay

이 밤 향기에 또 취하고 멈추지 않아도 돼 sta-a-a-ay 더는 움직일 수 없도록 깊숙이 스며들어 Stay with me, ooh

Tonight, stay tonight Tell me what you wanna do Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight ❞

( Come to me in this moment Stay tonight, stay tonight Stay by my side Stay tonight, stay tonight, stay

Get drunk on the scent again tonight You don't have to stop, sta-a-a-ay Slip in deeply Until you can't move anymore Stay with me, ooh

Tonight, stay tonight Tell me what you wanna do Run away or stay toni-ah-tonight )

—kim chungha; 2020