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Jaemin is a lot.
She’s intense and she’s demanding, and if Jeno wasn’t head over heels infatuated with her it would probably be too much.
But it’s Jaemin, so it’s perfect. She has his location on her phone. She shows up to half his shifts at the gym unannounced with homemade protein shakes. (And she always makes a point of staring down his female coworkers when she hugs him goodbye, marking her territory as if everyone didn’t already know who he belonged to.) She made him sit down and go through his entire list of contacts with her, deleting old hookups and situationships from his phone permanently, just two weeks into hooking up. She even reads through his internet history and comments on his recent porn searches on a weekly basis. A complete invasion of privacy.
Jaemin is a lot. And she has Jeno on a short leash. Literally.
But it’s Jaemin, so it’s perfect.
Their relationship basically has everything he’s ever hoped for and wanted, even the things he tried to push down deep, deep inside. Things like…being put on a short leash. Literally. Things like getting pegged into next Tuesday. Things like having no sense of privacy, no secrets between them.
But there’s one thing Jaemin doesn’t have, and that’s an actual, flesh and blood cock. Not that Jeno minds! He really doesn’t! But it’s something she can’t let go of. Divulging his sexuality to her a few months into getting serious had been daunting, something he hadn’t done with previous female partners, mostly because he’d never actually acted on it.
Even though he was bisexual, and had known that about himself since he hit puberty (read: porn searches), he’d always been too…intimidated? But Jaemin hadn’t cared, in fact her eyes lit up when he told her. It was one of those things that would’ve been scary if Jeno wasn’t so used to feeling like prey every time he’s with her. And now that Jaemin seems like forever, now that Jaemin has claimed his heart for herself, dicking down a dude should be off the table. Jeno is, at his core, a monogamous creature.
And so is Jaemin…mostly. Mostly.
Jeno reflects on that, the fact that he doesn’t actually know what Jaemin gets up to with her other “flings” because he told her he doesn’t want to know, with his head cushioned by her breasts. Laying in bed, lights dimmed, all tucked under the covers, cozy and warm. Her heartbeat echoes in his ear, and he nestles as far into her chest as he can go. He’d crawl in there properly if he could, just live out his life curled up between her ribs, let her carry him around with her as she goes about her day.
“Jeno-yah,” Jaemin chides, petting at his short hair. She looks down at him from her phone with a warm smile. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?”
Jeno’s eyes crinkle as he smiles back at her. He can’t help it. She’s gorgeous and perfect and her boobs are squishy against his cheek and he loves her.
He pushes up her loose sleep shirt and wraps his lips around her nipple, resting his head back down on her chest to settle in for the night.
See, this is also one of Jaemin’s “things.”
When they got together she had taken it upon herself to do a lot of research into what makes a relationship last, what deepens a bond between partners.
This led her, by Jeno’s understanding, to an online forum about nursing, and how sucking on a female partner’s nipples for extended periods of time releases special chemicals in both parties’ brains akin to a mother and child and…
Honestly, Jeno doesn’t really get it himself, but Jaemin is resolute that they do it once a week for an hour, and he likes sucking on her tits so he’s literally never going to complain about it. He’s not an idiot.
The only problem is that it makes him hard, and she ignores his erection digging into her leg until her phone timer goes off. Which is a little maddening.
The one time he tried to discreetly rub one out during a session resulted in him getting his cock caged up overnight, which was not pleasant.
He’s learned his lesson, but it doesn’t make it any easier.
Jeno rolls his nipple in his mouth, laving at it lazily with his tongue, and he sighs through his nose and closes his eyes. Peaceful, relaxing. Blood starts pooling in his groin but he ignores it.
He squeezes at her opposite hip with his hand, fingers dipping below her waistband to soak in the warmth from her skin. Jaemin makes a happy noise and continues scratching at his scalp.
He likes that. Likes the weight of her hand on his head, like she’s holding him to her breast, like she’s actually feeding him.
Subconsciously, he grinds his mostly soft dick against her thigh, hollows his cheeks out to really suck. Jaemin chuckles softly and presses a fleeting kiss to the crown of his head.
“Jeno-yah, I’ve been doing some thinking. I think you’re right. I want you to download Grindr.”
Jeno drops her nipple from his mouth to look up at her, startled. “Mm-huh?”
She scrunches her nose at him in a way that used to strike fear in his heart, but now just sends blood rushing south.
”Grindr. You know what Grindr is, I know you used to have an account. You were probably sending out dick pics every hour when we first started dating.”
He blinks at her, half-offended. “Nana, I’ve told you like a million times, I never had a Grindr and I don’t want one.” He laughs, “Why don’t you believe me?”
Jaemin just shrugs and eyes him, hard. Like she’s trying to catch him in the act.
“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn you used to have a Grindr.”
She likes this, acting all possessive and jealous even though she has full reign to play with other people.
She’s being cagey. So Jeno breaks her down with his secret weapon, makes his face go all cute and pouty and innocent, and makes his eyes big while looking up at her.
See, Jaemin loves cute things, cute docile things, so it makes her crack a smile.
“Aigooo, my cute little Jeno puppy, you’re so good for me, aren’t you.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement, but he nods along just the same. “Precious little baby.”
“Jaeminnie, I’ve told you. I don’t want to download Grindr, really. I’m happy. I don’t want…really, I don’t need to sleep with a guy to be happy.” He pouts. “Why don’t you believe me?”
Jaemin pouts back, eyes filled with ooey-gooey love and concern.
“I just don’t want you to miss out. I hate feeling like I’m holding you back. Maybe you should get on the apps and see what happens, it could be good for you.”
Jeno wrinkles his nose. “There’s a reason I never got on Grindr in the first place. It’s not my style. It sounds awkward.” He nestles back into her embrace and mouths at her nipple again. “I just want you, baby. Really. Don’t worry about me.”
That seems to appease his girlfriend because he resumes scritching at his scalp and he feels her body relax in his hold.
“You’d tell me if you wanted to try? You promise?”
Jeno nods with her tit in his mouth, gently teething at the bud of her nipple before flicking it with his tongue.
“Okay, baby.” Her chest rises sharply as he flicks his tongue against her again. “Mm, that’s nice. Good job. Feels good.”
He hums and spaces out, eyelashes fluttering closed once more.
They lay there like that for a while, Jaemin scrolling her phone, petting his head. Jeno sucks at her left tit, rolling her right nipple between his fingers for a few seconds before she bats his hand away.
Every time he tries to slide his hand down her pants, he just gets scolded, so he lets himself enjoy it for what it is. So much so that he starts drifting in and out, lullabied by the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.
And then Jaemin plays a video on her phone that has him twitching awake, the sound of pitchy moans blasting five inches away from his head.
She jostles him as she hurriedly tries to turn the volume down. “Oops! Oops, oops, oops. Oh no, sorry baby.”
“What the hell are you watching?” He asks with a sleepy laugh.
Jaemin blushes, obviously embarrassed. Actually blushes. Something Jeno’s seen her do so few times that he can actually count them on his fingers. When he first called her pretty, when he fucked her for the first time, when he told her he loved her for the first time while she milked his prostate, et cetera.
“Sorry, baby. It’s…well, you told me you didn’t really want to know about it.”
His smile falters when he puts two and two together. Ah.
“Donghyuck.” He says his name before he thinks better of it.
Jaemin nods, almost sheepishly, and pets at his nape. Her heart picks up speed, he can feel it under his warm hand.
“I’m sorry baby, you didn’t want anything to do with it and then I go and wake you up with one of his videos, I’m the worst, ugh. Nono, I’m sorry.”
She gets like this sometimes. Smothering with her affection and apologies, isn’t able to brush over something and move on when she probably should.
Jeno shakes his head and lays back on her chest, a little stiffly, but he can’t help it.
The thing with Donghyuck…he’s not exactly threatened by it, and he gave her the green light to do whatever she wanted with him, he’s not really jealous or anything.
But it grates at him sometimes. That he told her that he doesn’t want to know what they get up to, and now…he doesn’t know what they get up to. He can only fill in the blanks in his mind, and it’s been leading him down some dangerous paths. He trusts her, he trusts Jaemin with his life.
It’s Donghyuck he doesn’t trust. He gets why Donghyuck is into Jaemin, sure. She’s pretty and mean and Donghyuck has always been into that, it’s why he’s had absolutely zero luck dating.
That’s why he doesn’t get why she’s into him. He’s too…schluppy, unkept, loud and abrasive. Not like Jeno. Jeno who is cut and kempt and sweet.
That’s the thing he doesn’t get about Jaemin and Donghyuck. Donghyuck is nothing like him. What’s so special about him, what does Jaemin see that he can’t see?
“It’s okay,” he says softly, tone purposefully light and teasing.
He doesn’t mind that they’re open on Jaemin’s side, it just feeds into their dynamic, he likes her control over him and his lack of control over her.
It’s that fact that it’s Donghyuck that rubs him a certain way.
“He sounds like a girl.”
Jaemin snorts a laugh at that, and it soothes some of the tension in his shoulders.
“Yeah, he really does.” She says it with endearment in her voice, even though she’s laughing at his expense.
“Are you going to see him again anytime soon?” Again, purposefully light, nonchalant.
He feels her shrug. “Maybe. Depends.”
They shift back to silence after a few breaths, Jaemin quickly types something out on her phone before plugging it in beside her for the night.
After switching the bedside lamp off, she pulls her shirt down and lightly pushes Jeno off of her so she can snuggle down more in bed, pressing herself close to him chest-to-chest in the dark.
Her nose brushes his and he presses a fleeting kiss to her extra-moisturized lips.
“Jeno! My lip mask!” She’s not mad.
“Sorry.” He’s not sorry.
And again, right as Jeno begins to drift into sleep, head cushioned by an actual pillow this time and not Jaemin’s tits, she startles him awake.
“What about a threesome?”
“Whuh?” He wills himself fully conscious. It’s hard.
Her voice is soft and low, scratchy with tiredness. “A threesome.”
“Uh…”
“With Donghyuck.”
“With…huh!?”
Her feet tangle with his as she squirms close and props herself up on one elbow to look down on him. Even in the dark, looking down on him. It makes his mouth go dry.
Her long blond hair tickles his face and he tucks a lock of it behind her ear. So tender a moment he almost forgets what she just propositioned him with.
“You’ve never been with a guy, he’s a safe choice! Plus, I can be there the whole time, since you’re so sappy-romantic and don’t want to hook up with anyone without me there holding your hand.” She tries to tuck a lock of his own hair behind his ear, and pouts when she can’t manage it. “Plus, Donghyuck will be good for you. I can make sure of it. He can be really sweet, it’s actually kind of funny.”
That burns him a little. The idea of Donghyuck being sweet for her, to her, on her. He doesn’t know if he likes that.
“...I don’t know. I think it would be pretty weird. Donghyuck’s my…one of my old, old friends.” She rubs her thumb across his cheekbone before trailing her hand down his arm to squeeze his hand. “Plus, I don’t…I mean…” He trails off, feeling a little embarrassed.
“What?”
Her hand pets down his chest now, skirting past his nipples and reaching for the sliver of bare skin exposed by his shirt riding up.
“I’m not like…I’ve never been…interested in him, in that way. I guess.”
Jaemin exhales through her nose, a borderline laugh, but there’s tension filling the air quickly. The way it does when she gets excited, when he realizes he’s accidentally played into the palm of her hand.
“Oh, I can make him so pretty for you. You’ll be shocked.”
Her hand reaches lower, fingers slipping into his pajama pants to lightly squeeze his soft cock.
“I think it would be fun. He’s your friend, so you know him, you can trust him. I’ll be there, making sure everything goes well.” He gasps in a breath as she reaches her hand into his boxers to properly feel him up.
“And imagine,” she continues, breath ghosting his lips. She starts squeezing him to hardness, rubbing at the tip. “Finally, getting to sink your big, pretty cock into a boy. This is your big chance, hm? Mommy will make sure it feels so, so good for you. You want that, don’t you? Yeah?”
By this point all Jeno can do is nod, melting into goo in her hands, seeping through her fingers. It’s unfair, the way she affects him, the way she turns him into putty with just a few touches and crude words.
“Tell me you want it, baby.” Jeno whines as she retracts her hand to spit in it before resuming her attention to his leaking cock. “Tell me.” Voice firm.
“I,” he gasps. “I don’t-Nana, I don’t know…”
She tuts. And licks his cheek. “I think you do, baby. I know you do.”
The thing about Donghyuck is he’s always just been…around.
They met in middle school, buddied up, latched onto Mark, and in high school Chenle and Jisung found their way into the mix via pick-up games of basketball at the park. They all found each other and it stuck.
But, as it so often in large friend groups, their closeness ebbed and flowed. Right now they were at an ebb. For a few reasons.
Jeno and Donghyuck used to be super close, same age friends. Jeno couldn’t possibly count the times he went over to Donghyuck’s for studying and his mom’s homemade dinner and vice versa.
But over the years Donghyuck became kind of…embarrassing to be associated with.
At least to “freshly hot” Jeno sophomore year of college who was finally starting to get female attention after ditching his chunky black glasses and making gains at the gym. Donghyuck scared the girls off, plain and simple.
That Donghyuck was barely a shadow of this Donghyuck.
This Donghyuck, stretched out on Chenle’s armchair in front of the TV laughing with their friends, was…different.
It was almost hard to put his finger on why…it was like he was glowing or something?
They were crashing at Chenle’s for a movie marathon, which was just an excuse to pal around on the weekend and argue and drink and get loud.
Figures he’d end up crossing paths with Donghyuck less than twenty-four hours after Jaemin pitched the threesome, but honestly he’d been seeing less and less of his friend as Jaemin saw more and more of him.
This Donghyuck was a far cry from the one even three months ago.
His hair looked purposefully styled, he had a new striped shirt on (by this point Jeno knew his entire wardrobe), shoulders squared and exuding something akin to confidence.
Jeno realizes what it is.
He’s getting laid.
Their eyes meet across the room as Donghyuck laughs at something Jisung said about the movie, but his smile falters for a second.
Jeno sends him one back, forcing it natural and sincere, even makes his eyes do the crinkle thing he knows melts everyone.
It works, Donghyuck’s shoulders relax and he refocuses his attention on their friends and the movie.
They’re still figuring things out. Jeno’s been doing a good job at not being horribly awkward about it, but Donghyuck hasn’t.
Donghyuck’s changed now. Different.
More attractive somehow, whether it be his newfound confidence or his new wardrobe or his new hair or a mix of it all.
Donghyuck’s changed. Because of Jaemin.
And Jeno’s not totally sure how he feels about it.
A few days later Jeno is sitting at the island counter, downing a protein smoothie with a vague feeling of anxiety.
He’d just come home from the gym and needed to recover and refuel, his workout wasn’t as refreshing or reenergizing as usual. Typically his worries and itching thoughts disappeared to the recesses of his mind when he was bench pressing double his body weight.
Not this time. Even a sprint on the stairmaster didn’t fix things, in fact he actually managed to go longer than usual because he was so…preoccupied.
He can’t get the echo of Donghyuck’s lewd moans out of his normally half-empty skull. And to see Donghyuck the other night, well dressed and even well mannered, didn’t help.
He isn’t used to stressing this much. Things usually came pretty easy to Jeno. He did well in school, was generally well liked, and eventually started doing pretty well with girls too. Jaemin might be his first proper girlfriend, his first real relationship, but…Jeno knows he’s a looker. Jaemin has only ballooned his confidence since they started hooking up, something that was supposed to be casual but got heavy real fast. Jaemin’s the kind of girl to break out her strap on the third date.
The threesome…he just can’t make it work in his head, the math just doesn’t add up. It’s like doing mental gymnastics.
He tries to picture himself with Jaemin on one side and Donghyuck on the other, tries to picture himself above Donghyuck, looking down at his mole-speckled face as he-
Jeno almost chokes on his smoothie when a manicured hand rests on his shoulder from out of nowhere.
Jaemin coos and pats his back comfortingly, long nails scratching at his back through his sweaty shirt. It was kind of gross, but it still felt good, even though the fabric was quickly getting cool and sticky.
“Be careful, baby,” she says with a small laugh. “So jumpy today.”
”I didn’t know you were here,” he manages to say after coughing for a few seconds, turning on his stool to shoot her a shaky smile, hoping he doesn’t look guilty for…thinking. “When did you let yourself in?”
She shrugs and presses a kiss to his sweaty temple. “I was napping, woke up when you turned the blender on but was too lazy to come out.”
Jaemin walks around him and goes to the sink to wash his sweat off her hands serenely after bringing them up to her nose for a sniff.
God, she’s so weird. Jeno loves her so much.
”I love you so much.”
She scrunches her nose and unhinges her jaw in a predatory smile. “Aigoo! So romantic.” She returns her gaze to her soapy hands, and says nonchalantly, “If you go shower I’ll let you eat me out.”
Jeno bolts from his seat and heads straight towards the bathroom, smoothie in hand.
After going down on his girlfriend for forty-five minutes, no-thoughts-head-empty, Jeno finally remembers what was bothering him as he fingers Jaemin through her second orgasm, tongue circling her clit. He noses at her pubes, willing himself to stay in the moment and keep her pleasure rolling even as a chill washes over him.
She’s naked and flushed and panting, grasping at his short hair and the rumpled sheets, and she’s beautiful. She’s perfect. She’s Jaemin.
She nudges his head away after a minute or two and grabs at his shoulders, trying to pull him up beside her with what little strength she has left. Jaemin’s always like this after a good orgasm or two, totally boneless and soft and slow. It’s sweet, Jeno can play protector sometimes for her, dote on her and stroke her hair, wipe her down if needed and bring her a snack.
He settles beside her on his side, puts a hand on her stomach and gives a little squeeze. Jaemin turns her head to look at him, hazy-eyed and pink-cheeked.
”You’re so good at that, Jeno.”
He melts at that, settles further into the bed and lets her get her bearings. She rests her hands on top of his on her belly and fiddles with her fingers, eyes closed.
“Hey, Jaemin-ah,” he says softly. “Can I…can I talk to you about something?”
She opens her eyes at that and turns on her side to face him. “‘Course.”
He purses his lips a second, opens his mouth and then promptly closes it. Jeno actually…didn’t think this through enough.
“What’s up, baby?” She pushes the fringe of his bangs off his forehead with a little pouted frown.
He opens and closes his mouth again, embarrassment and frustration bubbling in his chest. ”Um.”
”Yeah?” Patient. Waiting.
”I don’t want to have a threesome with…Hyuck if I don’t…know what the two of you…do…together.” He cringes when he says it, chastising himself for not being able to clearly articulate his thoughts like Jaemin. ”Does that make sense?”
Jaemin hums, eyes searching his face with concern.
“I think I understand. You know, there are no secrets here, baby. You said you didn’t want to know, so I tried to respect that. I don’t like you feeling bad about things, I don’t want that. Has this been…has this been bothering you for a while?”
Her worry is rolling off her in waves, palpable in the humid air of their bedroom.
He shakes his head. “Not really? It’s just, the other day, with the video…I guess I just got in my head about it.”
“Okay. I understand. What…What do you want to know? Just like, broad strokes or details?” Jaemin scooches closer, brows still knit.
“You don’t…” he sighs, feels stupid. It makes him blush. “You don’t like him, right? The way you like me?”
Jaemin’s eyes go goopy and she rests her hand on his chest. “No, baby. No, no, no. Nothing like that, I promise. I don’t want you worrying about that. That’s not what this is about. I have absolutely zero interest in having a relationship with anybody except for you, my big puppy.”
He smiles sheepishly. Is it dumb that he needed to hear that?
“I just think Donghyuck is fun, he's funny. We have a good time. I have such a good, perfect boy at home, I don’t need anything else. Do you want us to stop? If it makes you uncomfortable, I don’t-“
”No, no,” Jen rushes to cut her off. “No, it’s okay, really. I just think I need to know more, if I’m going to be comfortable going through with the whole…” He sighs. “Threesome thing.”
”Oh?” Her brows arch in interest now, her eyes start taking on that gleam again. “Okay.”
”Like,” he huffs, squeezes his eyes closed while he asks, “Like, how do you…have sex?”
Jeno knows certain things of course, the parameters and boundaries Jaemin puts in place with her hook-ups to keep things “special” for the two of them. He was okay with getting cucked to a certain extent, but that’s not what Jaemin wanted. The boundaries were mostly hers, not his.
When he opens her eyes he’s met with that smile again. The predatory one. The excited one, the mischievous one, the dangerous one.
“Do you want to see?”
Jeno swallows thickly. “Sure.”
They’re on the fifth video when Jeno’s aching cock is becoming hard to ignore. He’s leaning against Jaemin as she holds her phone sideways with both hands, pink nails framing the filthy videos of Donghyuck getting…just…destroyed.
Honestly, Jeno’s not sure if this is helping or not. If anything it’s making Jeno more confused. It’s also getting hard to breathe a bit. His body is experiencing empathetic aches and pains in commiseration.
It’s kind of…making him…jealous. More jealous.
On screen Donghyuck is getting dicked down by Jaemin’s biggest strap. The strap that she’s used on Jeno, uses on Jeno, all the time. She’s slapping his dick, she’s twisting his nipples, she’s choking him and spitting on him and…and…
”Okay! Okay! I think I get it. I get it, you can turn it off.” He scrubs his face with one hand, overstimulated.
The first video was Donghyuck sucking on Jaemin’s strap. The second video was Donghyuck jerking off while Jaemin slapped him in the face and verbally degraded him. The third video was…so explicit and humiliating that Jeno felt like Jaemin shouldn’t have even shown it to him. He’s not sure how he’s going to look Donghyuck in the eye after that one, quite frankly. The fourth video was Jaemin turning an anal vibrator on high and laughing as Donghyuck screamed and rolled around on the bed.
And the fifth video, this one, was Donghyuck getting fucked viciously. Harder and meaner and nastier than Jaemin had ever fucked Jeno. Ever. Jaemin usually fucked him sweet, doling out playfully cruel insults with a honeyed tongue, like she was talking to a child. Jaemin didn’t talk to Donghyuck like that at all. She talked to him like she wanted to crush him under her heel, like she got off on his misery, like her candied words were stuffed with razor blades. And it’s obvious she gets off on it.
It made…it made Jeno jealous.
But he doesn’t want to admit that, not after saying he didn’t care. Not after saying he wanted to know this, see this. See her and Donghyuck half dressed and flushed and excited.
So he does what almost every fiber of his being is begging him not to do.
He puts on a weak smile, continues to ignore his erection, and agrees to the threesome.
The gleeful kisses Jaemin lays all over his face burn red hot. And he wonders just what he got himself into.
”Wait, tomorrow!?”
”Yeah, is that okay? I figured we might as well go for it.”
”Uh, yeah. That’s…that’s fine. Um.”
”What?”
”During the threesome…Donghyuck’s not going to…I’m gonna be the one fucking him, right?”
”Oh my god, baby, of course. He doesn’t get to fuck you, no way, only I get to do that.”
”Okay. Okay, good. Good.”
”Good?”
”Yeah, phew, I just wanted to double check.”
”Please, he’d be a waste of a top. I watched him fuck a fleshlight one time and it was pathetic.”
”…Right.”
Jeno’s phone buzzes in his hand as he pulls up a timer for his warm-up plank series.
Hyuck Hey bro
Jeno watches as Donghyuck types and stops, types and stops.
Hyuck Are you sure about this?
Jeno thumbs-ups the message, puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, gets down on his forearms and toes, and starts the three minute timer.
No, he’s not sure about this. But he has this sneaking feeling he’ll regret not going through with it…for some reason. Some reason probably totally unrelated to the videos Jaemin showed him last night, her cruel words and Donghyuck’s reactions burned into the back of his eyelids.
It’s not until his core starts to tremble and he has to focus on his breath ninety seconds in that he’s able to put it out of his mind.
Mostly.
Jeno paces the living room with his hands behind his back, the way his father does during Seollal in anticipation of his mother-in-law. Apprehensive, gearing up to put on a brave face.
He’s supposed to leave for Jaemin’s apartment in, he checks the clock for the tenth time, five minutes. They fucked last night, he got to bury his dick in her and bite at her neck for a while before she flipped him over and started riding him, his wrists pinned to the pillow on either side of his head.
She’d told him her plans then, whispered hot and wet in his ear that she’d get Donghyuck ready for him, that he’d join them and play. It felt kind of lonely eating dinner by himself in his apartment, he could barely stomach anything. His chest pulled tight in realization that he’d really be fucking a guy tonight, he’d finally get a chance to know how it feels.
But it’s Donghyuck. And Jaemin.
And even though he’s the one dating Jaemin, even though Donghyuck should feel like the outsider in all of this, it strangely feels like Jeno’s getting caught up in their game somehow. So much so that it's almost overshadowing the anxiety surrounding him actually sleeping with a guy for the first time.
Putting on that brave face, he shoves his feet into a pair of slides and leaves his apartment.
As he rides the bus to her place, she sends him a selfie. All made up, lips pink and shiny, hair curled and silky. She flashes a peace sign and winks. He zooms in on the background with his thumbs, spots a blur of motion. Donghyuck. Like Bigfoot caught on camera.
Jeno swallows thickly and taps his phone against his thigh. This is going to be the longest ride ever.
He lets himself into her apartment and announces himself like always, but he’s a little more self-conscious of the pitch of his voice, the volume of his greeting.
“In here!’ Jaemin calls from deep inside, voice muffled but still clear. In her bedroom most likely.
Jeno blinks rapidly and hovers in the doorway unsure. His scalp feels hot, his hands slightly shaky. Donghyuck’s slides lay on the floor next to his, neatly lined up that way Jaemin prefers. Oh god, maybe this was a bad idea.
“Jeno? Don’t miss all the fun!”
He hightails it to the bedroom, commanding himself to walk slowly and with purpose, not sprint the way he secretly wants to. The vision of the two of them together in her frilly bed is nothing like he could have imagined. He’s not sure what he imagined in the first place, just flashes of skin and sounds he felt too shameful to even breathe life into. But there’s no way he could have imagined this.
This being Donghyuck splayed out on his back wearing the panties Jaemin wore last Valentine’s Day, his arm thrown over his face like he’s mortified or desperately horny or both. Jeno stills with his hand on the doorknob, eyes wide and flickering between his friend and his girlfriend. Jaemin is resting on her hip, smiling serenely at Jeno, long nails toying with the bows on the underwear she must have bullied Donghyuck into.
Unless Donghyuck’s just…into that kind of thing. Is Jeno into that kind of thing? Did Jaemin think he would be?
Because the more he drinks in Donghyuck’s tan skin, his boyish figure wrapped in blatant femininity, his bulge straining at the sheer fabric…he honestly might be.
“Hey baby,” Jaemin says, making grabby hands at him. He crosses to the bed, finding it hard to tear his eyes off of Donghyuck’s dick, to grab her hands and give them a squeeze. Even though she’s far less dressed up than Donghyuck, she looks beautiful as always, pink sleep shorts hugging her hips and tits on full display in an impossible tight crop top. She puckers her lips and closes her eyes for a kiss, and so of course he gives her one, but it’s distracted and formal on his end. He always gets shy kissing in front of his friends. “Hyuckie’s ready for you.”
Jeno opens and closes his mouth. With his hands still grasped in Jaemin’s, he makes eye contact with Donghyuck through his fingers. Donghyuck’s eyebrows raise before he squeezes his eyes shut and groans into his hands, embarrassed sounding. And Jeno can’t help it, the situation is fucking ridiculous, he laughs a little. It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s absolutely ridiculous.
“Do you usually wear women’s underwear?” Jeno asks, cheeks hurting from trying not to smile.
Donghyuck, the guy he’s known since he had braces and who he’s used to seeing in baggy, ill-fitting clothes, groans again and draws his knees up in an attempt at modesty. “Shut up! This wasn’t my idea!”
“Don’t hide!” Jaemin jeers, kneeling more on the bed so she can learn over him and rip his hands away from his face, grunting from the force as Donghyuck fights back. “Show Jeno how cute you are.” She looks over her shoulder at Jeno like he’s in on the joke, strong arms overpowering the boy beneath her. “I did his makeup and everything, this is the cutest he’s ever looked in his entire life.”
She walks on her knees above Donghyuck’s head and grips his wrists to pull his arms up and behind him, effectively restraining him for Jeno’s hungry eyes.
Donghyuck squirms and fights it, but the wriggling stops when she whispers something harsh-sounding in his ear. Then, she turns that megawatt smile back on her boyfriend like nothing happened. Donghyuck looks up at Jeno too, eyelids dusted in glitter and blush on his cheeks.
“See?” Jaemin says, sounding proud of herself, a little bit like she wants Jeno’s approval. “I told you I’d make him pretty for you.”
It strikes Jeno, not for the first time since Jaemin started “playing” with Donghyuck, that Donghyuck is, in fact, pretty. It feels blasphemous to think.
Donghyuck bites his lip as he looks up at Jeno, a little worried and a little indignant looking. “I’m not gay, you know.”
Jeno rolls his eyes. Okay, that’s the Donghyuck he knows. It’s almost a relief.
“Ya! This isn’t about you!” Jaemin growls.
Donghyuck huffs and cranes his neck to look up at her. “Uh, yes it is, because I’m the one getting butt fucked apparently. By a guy.”
“You said you would be good. I worked so hard on your face, you promised.”
“How am I not being good? I’m just letting my dear friend Jeno here know that just because he gets to fuck my virgin ass tonight doesn’t mean I’m into it.”
“What virgin ass? You love it up the ass, stop acting out.”
“Okay but I don’t want Jeno to think-”
“He’ll think exactly what I tell him to, so you better shut-”
“I’m just saying!”
Jeno watches them bicker with a slack jaw. Does Donghyuck get to…talk to her like this!? He would never. Could never.
“You!” Jaemin grabs his jaw and shakes his head. “Behave. Don’t embarrass me in front of Jeno.”
“Uh…” Jeno says smartly. The two look at him quickly, almost like they forgot he was there. “If Donghyuck is uncomfortable I don’t think-”
“He’s not uncomfortable, baby, he just likes to be a brat. It makes him horny.” Jaemin directs her attention back to the boy in her hold. “Isn’t that right?”
Donghyuck yelps as she slaps his half-hard dick.
“I don’t know…” Jeno says, hands fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. The vibes were there when he walked in, but the second Donghyuck opened his mouth the illusion was basically ruined. This really isn’t how he imagined fucking a guy for the first time. Having his pretty girlfriend there for moral support is wonderful, but he’d like the guy to be…a willing participant. He feels vulnerable about it, and he doesn’t like feeling that way in front of Donghyuck, they don’t do vulnerability.
“Jeno, come here baby.”
She pats the space on the bed next to her, graciously releasing one of Donghyuck’s wrists. She coos as he pouts a little, crawling his way to her while purposefully ignoring his friend. Jaemin threads a hand in the short hairs of his nape and pulls him in for a soft, slow kiss. A grounding kiss, the way she kisses him when they’re alone, when she’s warming him up, treating him like the center of her universe. He sighs into it, hand resting on the plush of her thigh, fingers playing with the hem of her shorts.
He hears Donghyuck whine beneath them about getting ignored, and so he reaches out blindly and pinches the first piece of skin he can find hard enough to make him cry out, smiling when Jaemin giggles into his mouth, pleased.
She keeps kissing him, tongue tracing his lips, and he melts. Forgets that this is awkward and ridiculous, just breathing her in.
Little whimpers sound out from Donghyuck, and Jeno cracks an eye open as he licks into Jaemin’s mouth. Jaemin is distractedly tracing circles with her long nails around one of Donghyuck’s nipples, giving it a tweak and a pull thoughtlessly, like he’s just a toy to play with as she focuses on her boyfriend. Jeno likes that. Wants her attention on him, wants Donghyuck to come second.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Jaemin says into his mouth between kisses. “Donghyuck’s gonna suck your dick, you’re gonna fuck him, and I’m gonna fuck you.” She rubs her thumbs on his bottom lip and presses a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Okay?”
Jeno sighs, tense muscles gone relaxed, soothed by lips and a gameplan. He needed her to take charge, like usual, give him something to wrap his head around.
“Yeah.” Without even touching him below the shoulders, Jaemin has already gotten him rock hard. He tries to grind it on her thigh to make her notice. Jaemin smiles at him sweetly before turning her attention to Donghyuck, currently squirming and panting under her touch. “Okay?” It’s said harsher, icier.
Donghyuck rolls his eyes but gives a nod like it’s an “of course,” like he’s put out by her asking.
“Donghyuckie, why don’t you show Jeno how good you’ve gotten at sucking cock?” She pets through his bangs like she’s petting a family cat. Donghyuck preens under her attention, eyes fluttering at the kind touch. She taps his cheek a couple times to signal a change in positions. “He’s a natural, but I broke him in for you.”
Donghyuck rolls over and muffles his whine into her pink bedspread, “Don’t say it like that!”
Jaemin rearranges them on the bed like they’re dolls to play with, like her apartment is actually a life-sized Barbie Dream House.
Maybe it is. Maybe they are.
She rips Jeno’s shirt off him and tosses it at Donghyuck’s face who shrieks in surprise. Jeno can’t help but snicker. Donghyuck’s funny. It makes sense he would be funny in the bedroom, too.
Honestly, Jeno’s having a hard time not looking at his dick. It’s kind of a mind fuck. Because he’s seen it before, in many different contexts throughout their shared lives. In the locker room, at the lake, in the bathroom…that one time at Mark’s when they all jerked off to porn together…
…That one time when he realized that he definitely liked guys…watching his friends all get off in some teenage-hormone driven, pack-minded mutual masturbation session. It cleared a lot of things up. Or made them cloudier. Either way, it was a core memory, one of the stepping stones on his path towards embracing his sexuality. He’s really gonna be embracing it tonight.
Jeno is kindly bullied up to the headboard, forced to lift his hips as Jaemin efficiently strips him of his sweats and boxers. It’s a little intimidating being the first one totally naked. He feels the eyes on his stiff cock, but he figures Donghyuck probably appreciates the attention taken off him and his panties.
Jaemin leads Donghyuck between Jeno’s bare legs and Jeno has absolutely zero idea what to do with his hands, so he grabs at his cock for comfort. Donghyuck is teething at his bottom lip again, the way he does when he’s nervous sometimes, eyes downcast and plainly scoping out his cock.
Jeno’s big. He knows that. Donghyuck knows that. He’s proud of it. Likes that Donghyuck is smaller than him, like that the tent in his panties is less pronounced. Donghyuck’s hard too, even though it’s obvious by how he’s positioning himself that he’s trying to hide it. He’s hard but Jaemin barely touched him, he didn’t even get any kisses, he just laid on the bed and got his nipples toyed with.
Sidling up behind him, Jaemin brushes Donghyuck’s hair off his face and out of his eyes. “Go ahead, Donghyuck. Your first real cock. I bet you're drooling right now. Jeno, is he drooling?”
Donghyuck flushes, eyes flicking between Jeno’s face and his cock, all fight and bark evaporating now that he is on his knees with Jaemin’s hands holding his small head.
“I-I-don’t-”
“Rhetorical question, baby. It’s okay.” Jeno’s breathing quickens as Jaemin guides Donghyuck by the head down to his lap, holding him a few inches from his cock. “Stick your tongue out,” Jaemin says to Donghyuck. And he does. Pokes his little pink tongue out of his heart-shaped mouth and blinks furiously. Then, Jaemin directs her attention back to Jeno. “Go ahead baby, let him taste you.”
Jesus Christ, what the fuck are we doing!?
Jeno’s breath stutters as he guides his cock onto Donghyuck’s wet tongue. Both of them wide-eyed and blushing, they must be quite the sight, Jeno realizes. Of course Jaemin would be into this. Of course. Donghyuck doesn’t pull away, doesn’t jerk back or close his lips to lock Jeno out, so Jeno takes that as a sign to keep going. It feels good, his hand dragging the top of his dick across Donghyuck’s tongue like he can’t help it. The heat, the warmth. He needs more. Jaemin grins as Jeno shallowly thrusts his dick into Donghyuck’s parted mouth, just an inch or so in.
“Just like that,” Jaemin says, long nails scratching at Donghyuck’s scalp the way she scratches her cats behind their ears. Comforting, caring, playful. “Swallow his big cock, Donghyuckie.” It surprises Jeno when Donghyuck lets out a small moan, when he bobs his head to take in more, tongue pressed up against the underside of his cock.
“Touch it, baby. Touch it,” Jaemin whispers in Donghyuck’s ear, eyes laser focused on his lips wrapped around her boyfriend's shaft. “Make it good.”
Insanity, to think that Donghyuck is actually a good listener. Jeno’s stomach flips. Donghyuck wraps a warm, sweaty hand around his base and starts stroking, swirls his tongue around his cock head with each bob of his head.
Jaemin giggles as Jeno’s mouth drops open, hips bucking up beyond his control, searching for more, more, more. It feels good, of course it feels good. Anybody could put their mouth on his cock and it would probably get him off, but the way Jaemin’s breasts are spilling out of her top, the way her sharp eyes keep flitting between the two boys in bed, the way she keeps whispering in Donghyuck’s ear to spur him on, the way Donghyuck is sucking his dick like he wants it, like it’s getting him off…
Jeno can’t help it, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of Donghyuck’s hair, forcing his head down, making him swallow him to the base. Donghyuck squeaks and then lets out an ugly retch of a gag, hands slapping at the bedspread, face gone all red, veins popping out of his forehead.
Clapping her hands like it’s hilarious, Jaemin squeals in delight. Donghyuck chokes again, Jeno groans and rolls his hips up again. Spit is frothing at the base of his cock, matting his pubes, and Donghyuck looks miserable. So much so that Jeno feels a pang of guilt. But when he pulls Donghyuck up and off by the hair, his friend immediately sinks himself back down on it with a sigh, uses the excess spit from deep throating to coat his fingers and help the glide.
“All this talk about not liking boys and he sucks dick like he can’t get enough of it. Who knew you were such a slut,” Jaemin’s smile is gone, she’s oddly serious when she takes her turn at pushing Donghyuck’s head down, forcing Jeno’s cock down his throat.
“Fuck,” Jeno gasps. He grabs at her hand on Donghyuck’s head, needs to be grounded. “Shit.”
Jaemin sucks his dick and sucks his dick well, but it’s never like this. Never degrading, she doesn’t degrade herself for him (and he loves her for it, thinks it’s sexy). This is a nasty blowjob, similar to the ones he feels guilty about watching when he jerks off. The person giving turned into a mess, mouth totally abused for the guy’s sick pleasure.
Donghyuck whines around his cock, Jeno lets out a small whine himself at the vibrations and the squeeze and the heat.
“Cute boys,” Jaemin coos, her mask of concentration still present. “We should play a little game, do you want to play a game?”
Jeno looks at her pained, eyebrows knitted, abs clenching. Fuck a game, he wants to get off, he has his dick sheathed in a pretty boys throat and his girlfriend’s sexy and he’s horny and confused.
She pets down Donghyuck’s knobbed spine, lifting him off Jeno’s cock like she’s some sort of saint. Like she’s saving him.
Donghyuck certainly looks at her that way. Heaving and flushed and spit-slick, he doesn’t pay any attention to Jeno, just fixes her with pleading wet eyes. Trembling. Jeno watches as he fists the bedsheets.
With a blank face, Jaemin gathers some of the thick spit from Jeno’s cock (he hisses when she does, at the feeling of her smooth hand on him) and holds it up in front of Donghyuck’s face. Saliva webs her fingers, drips down her wrist.
Jeno and Donghyuck watch her with uncertainty. They both flinch as she slaps Donghyuck in the face with it, loud and wet and painful sounding. Donghyuck cowers, whimpers, leans his weight towards her like a kicked pet seeking its owner's love and approval.
Looking down at him, the blank face turns into a mean smirk. It makes Jeno’s mouth go dry. This was the Jaemin he saw in those awful videos, not the Jaemin he sees in bed at night. His Jaemin is hard but fair, doles out punishments when he deserves them, but they’re always infused with her love. Everytime she slaps him she does it with concern, with some kind of warmth, teaching him and training him and giving him what he needs. This…this just seemed like cruelty for cruelty’s sake. What did Donghyuck do to deserve this? Nothing that Jeno can pinpoint.
But Jeno becomes less concerned when he sees Donghyuck’s leaking cock jump in his pink panties. Well, Jaemin’s pink panties. Jaemin’s pink panties that he dragged down her legs with his teeth last February before burying his face in his pussy.
Yeah, this is kind of a trip.
“Here’s the game,” Jaemin says sweetly, turning girlish and charming in the blink of an eye. She rubs at Jeno’s thigh, tickles under Donghyuck’s wet chin. “If you make Jeno come with your mouth, Donghyuck, I’ll give both of my boys a yummy treat.”
Donghyuck rests on his hip, head ducked so Jeno can’t read his expression. Jeno just blinks at Jaemin slowly, willing his brain to catch up and think about anything beyond his dick not getting any attention right now. She smiles, a little condescendingly, before rising on her knees and steadying herself with her palms on Jeno’s pecs.
“You don’t have to do anything except cum, puppy. That’s easy, right? I think you can do that for mommy.” He goes cross-eyed looking at her a little bit, and it makes her eyes crinkle in fondness. She presses a fleeting kiss to his lips, one that pulls a grumble of a groan from his chest. “Dumb pup,” she whispers as she breaks the kiss, keeping it close and quiet between them, ignoring the mess of a boy between his legs. “I’m being so nice letting a boy suck your dick. You better not forget who it belongs to.”
He swallows hard, painful almost. Shakes his head and bats his lashes.
“What do you say?” She goads, voice loud enough for Donghyuck to hear. Like she wants him to hear.
“Thank you.”
Jaemin makes a little “harumph” sound, sits back out of his space to rest on her heels, crossing her arms in a way that pushes her tits up. Acting cute, in a kinda cringey way. It weirdly reminds him of when Donghyuck puts on his aegyo to annoy the guys. Uncanny and strange. “Oppa’s forgetting something.” Pouts.
“Mommy. Thank you, mommy.” The words tumble out of his mouth so fast his tongue almost trips on them. He should feel a little embarrassed calling his girlfriend mommy in front of one of his bros (maybe they’re not in bro territory anymore…), but he’s not. His dick’s too hard to worry about saving face.
She gives him a bright prom queen smile before grabbing Donghyuck’s chin with her fingers and forcing him to look at her. She leans in, just inches away from his face. Donghyuck’s eyes flicker down to her lips before they meet her eyes. And of course Jeno notices. Something confusing swirls in his gut, jealousy and curiosity and arousal and frustration. But he knows Jaemin would never, wouldn’t let Donghyuck have that, and he tries to soothe himself with that knowledge.
It only kind of helps. It’s obvious the way that Donghyuck leans into her space, like he’s trying to breathe her breath, trying to make himself small and sweet for her. It’s kind of fucked. It’s super weird. And it makes Jaemin squeeze her thighs together in obvious excitement, like she’s getting off on his attention, on denying him hers.
Just like Jeno predicted, he’s gotten pulled into whatever weird, perverted cat and mouse game they currently have going on.
Jaemin puts her hand up by her mouth as she ducks in to whisper something in Donghyuck’s ear. Whatever it is has his eyes blown wide in surprise, he straightens up and shoots a quick glance at Jeno, which just puts Jeno even more on edge.
Donghyuck nods hard and Jaemin lightly pats his back before scooching up the bed to nestle next to Jeno. She lifts up one of his arms and cuddles into his side, long nails dragging over his flexed abs to playfully poke at his erection.
“Come on, Hyuckie. Time to show my Jeno how a good boy sucks cock. We’re not gonna help you this time, you need to do it all by yourself.” As if proving the point, she grabs Jeno’s hands and holds them back against his chest.
Donghyuck looks warily between them before settling back down between Jeno’s legs. His lashes fan his cheeks as he ducks down to mouth at his cock, heart lips kissing along his shaft with experience. Strangely worshipful, as if he wasn’t whining about fucking Jeno earlier. Jeno grunts when Donghyuck swallows him down again. Experienced, yes. Experienced exclusively with Jaemin’s strap, the same one he’s made to worship sometimes. But Donghyuck…Donghyuck must be better at it than him, actually a natural or something.
Jeno closes his eyes and tries to hold back a moan when Donghyuck picks up the pace with purpose, pulling off to spit on his cock before diving back in.
“That feel good, baby?” Jaemin asks innocently, still firmly gripping his hands in hers. So hard it almost hurts. But he likes it. “Feels good to have a boy’s mouth on you? Just like you always wanted?”
Jeno nods jerkily. It does, it really does. When Donghyuck’s chin grazes his shaft and balls he feels just the slightest itch of stubble, his fingers are longer and his palms a bit calloused. The mouth-feel is virtually the same but everything else, the hunch of his boxy shoulders and the angle of his jaw, it’s all different. And with Jaemin’s breasts pushed against his side? Game over. Like some kind of bisexual fever dream.
As if reading his mind, Jaemin pulls one of his hands to her chest, egging him on to grab at them.
“Touch my tits, baby. I don’t want to feel left out,” another put-on pout. Left out, like this all isn’t actually about her getting off anyways. Donghyuck’s ears perk up and his eyes open to lock in on Jeno’s veiny hand groping Jaemin’s breasts over her tank top. He goes to pull one out but gets his hand slapped. “Not too much. We don’t want Donghyuck to see anything he shouldn’t.”
Donghyuck shivers around his cock, spurred on by the denial and humiliation. Or so Jeno figures. Either way it makes him work harder, makes his grip and suction tighter.
“Only you get to touch my tits, right baby?” Jaemin asks sweetly, saccharine and cruel. Donghyuck’s eyebrows knit harder, but that’s the only reaction he gives. Jeno squeezes one harder than he probably should, and tries to pinch at her nipple through her shirt. Because he can. Because Donghyuck can’t. “Only you get to touch my pussy?”
Jeno groans and bucks his hips, making Donghyuck choke and whine, slapping at his bare thigh in distress. “J-Jesus, you’re gonna fucking kill me with this thing,” Donghyuck pants, saliva dripping off his chin.
He glares up at Jeno like he does when they play video games into the early hours of the morning and Jeno’s kicking his ass. But he’s still holding his dick, and he’s flushing and panting and fucked out looking. Jeno narrows his eyes.
“I thought you could take it, that’s what Jaemin told me.” It’s easy to fall into banter, back and forth. Just…edged differently.
Donghyuck hunches in on himself, embarrassed, trying and failing not to look at Jaemin, smug under Jeno’s arm. He screws up his face like a prideful child and gets back to work, glaring up at Jeno through his wet lashes like he wants to make him cum just to spite him. Just to prove that he can. And it works.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes later Jeno’s legs are shaking, his hips are twitching, and he’s grabbing at Jaemin’s strong arms like she can save him. She can’t. She just giggles and nuzzles into his neck, sucking a hickey into the tender skin under his ear.
“Holy shit,” Jeno whines, barely audible.
Donghyuck dropped the mean act, but kept the focus. Both long-fingered hands stroking him while he bobs his head around Jeno’s leaking tip, twisting just so with each downstroke. It’s leaving Jeno a trembling mess, which is not what he really wanted, but maybe…maybe he’s starting to see the appeal. Of Donghyuck. Through Jaemin’s eyes. Thinking about Donghyuck gagging around Jaemin’s strap (with himself nowhere to be found) sends him over the edge.
He comes with a groan, hand reaching down with a mind of its own to wrap around Donghyuck’s brown hair and pull. Donghyuck’s moan in response to the rough treatment provides delicious vibration, just spurring Jeno on to grip harder and crunch in as his orgasm rocks through him. His toes curl. It’s borderline humiliating. Donghyuck’s hands grab his hips to keep them down on the bed, but Jeno’s cock sinks further into the wet heat of his mouth because of it.
Donghyuck pulls off with a vicious sounding series of coughs and gags, choking on the hot cum spilled down his throat. Throwing his hand over his eyes, Jeno tries to regain his composure.
“Fuck, fuck, oh my god. What the fuck!?”
Jaemin hums condescendingly and rubs at his abs, teeth gnawing at his pec now.
Donghyuck sniffles and clears his throat, coughing again with dramatic hacks. “A heads up would’ve been nice,” Donghyuck croaks. “I’ve never…ugh. Kinda nasty.” He sticks his tongue out and retches dramatically.
Jeno warily looks at Jaemin with a slack mouth, anticipating what’s coming next. Jaemin scoffs and kicks Donghyuck in the chest with a socked foot. Hard.
“You little shit. Did I not say you were going to get a treat? Are you saying you don’t want it? I’ll give Jeno his and then you’ll be whining. You’ll be so jealous, you dumb brat. You really are dumb, aren’t you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Venomous.
Donghyuck raises his hands like he’s being falsely accused. “Jeez. Okay, okay. My bad, or whatever.”
Jaemin kicks him again, this time in the shoulder. “Dumb mutt.” She heaves an exasperated sigh and looks at Jeno with big eyes. “Your friend is really, really stupid, Jeno. I’m so glad it never rubbed off on you.” She pets at his head with a concentrated pout. Another thing she and Donghyuck share, a habit of pouting through 80% of their conversations.
“Aigo, my good boy. Ready for your reward?” Jeno blinks blankly and nods. Donghyuck scoffs. Jaemin raises a hand like she’s going to slap him again and laughs when he cowers into Jeno’s legs.
“Scoot, scoot, scoot,” Jaemin says, tapping Jeno’s shoulder to nudge him out of the way. She leans against the backboard and spreads her legs. She smiles at Jeno and then the temperature of the room drops twenty degrees as she narrows her eyes at Donghyuck. “Close your eyes.”
Donghyuck huffs but does so without any real complaint. Jaemin watches him closely for a few seconds, like she doesn’t trust him, but when she’s appeased she quickly slides off her sleep shorts. It clicks why she made Donghyuck close his eyes. Jeno scoffs when he realizes that she’s not wearing any underwear, which makes her scrunch her nose at him and lean forward to press a sweet kiss to his. He smiles all dopey, and he’s double glad that Donghyuck’s not allowed to look.
“Go ahead baby,” she says softly. When Jeno leans in, settling on his stomach besides Donghyuck’s stiff, half-clothed body, he groans at how wet she is. He nuzzles into her folds, lets his nose drag over her clit the way he knows she likes before licking a stripe over it. She sighs in pleasure and squeezes his shoulder affectionately. “Okay, Donghyuck. You can look.”
Jeno puts Donghyuck out of his mind as he eats Jaemin out, not sure exactly what he’s doing although he feels the mattress shift a few times. He has his eyes closed in concentration, glad to be doing something familiar, something he’s good at. Taking his time, he licks her in circles, sucks on her clit, tongues at her entrance, does everything she likes. And her reactions spur him on, she’s even more vocal than usual, but maybe that’s no surprise. She was soaking when he got his mouth on her, wetness making her inner thighs all shiny, pearling in her trimmed pubic hair. God, his girlfriend is so hot.
“Fuck, Jen,” she says breathily, thighs tensing around his head. He lets her squeeze, doesn’t try to push them back, just lets out another low rumble of a groan and keeps doing what he’s doing. “Mm. So good at this. Such a good boy.” He nods into her pussy, gets louder with it, mindful of the audience.
“You jealous, Donghyuckie?” Jaemin asks mockingly, usually smooth voice now a bit strained.
Jeno’s ears burn at that. It’s nasty and perverted, but maybe this whole thing is. Donghyuck doesn’t say anything, but whatever his reaction is seems to please Jaemin, because she continues to lay praise on Jeno and what a good job he’s doing. It’s obvious that she’s trying to rile up Donghyuck, trying to shove his face into it, humiliate him. And it makes Jeno’s dick stir in interest, slowly filling out against the bed again.
He didn’t know that he’d like this, being “better” than Donghyuck. But he does.
Jeno reaches up to grab her chest and gets his hand slapped. A routine occurrence, whenever he gets to touch Jaemin it’s on her terms, always. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t get greedy sometimes.
“Be good,” she chastises him. “You don’t want me to give your treat to Donghyuck, do you?” A chill goes down Jeno’s spine while heat simultaneously burns in his groin. He freezes and hesitatingly looks up at her through his lashes, eyes shaking, he’s sure.
She smiles down at him meanly. “I bet Donghyuck would trade places with you in a heartbeat.” It’s said as a threat. “Wouldn’t you, Donghyuck?” There’s a beat of silence, Jaemin’s focus leaves Jeno’s concerned face to look at Donghyuck. She arches a brow.
“Y-yes. Yes. Please. I would.” Like floodgates, once Donghyuck opens his mouth the words don’t stop tumbling out. Pleading, “I would do such a good job. I can do better, I can do better, really. Please.”
Jeno gulps, glad Donghyuck can’t see his reaction, the blood draining from his face. Jaemin’s smile turns sharp and sleazy. She looks at Jeno like I told you so. Which feels mean. Of course he knows, of course she knows that he knows. She ruffles his hair to seemingly dull the edge of her words, her threat, and to beckon him to get back to work.
“Now make me cum, baby. Show him how it’s done. Be good.”
So Jeno does, of course. He doesn’t actually believe that she’d make them trade places, but the implication has him rock hard and terrified. Donghyuck’s eyes are burning holes in his back, that sensation of being watched, judged, and envied a heady mix. A little intoxicating, a little uncomfortable, a lot hot. He brings her to completion with an insistent tongue, with his big nose, with the drag of his lips and the slightest graze of teeth, practically nibbling on her clit when he feels all the signs of her getting close.
She comes with a low groan and then a whine, legs back around his head for a shaky squeeze. Jeno can’t see her, but he’s sure she looks beautiful, sure that her chest is flushed and her eyes are glazed and her mouth is dropped open.
He wishes he could see her, Donghyuck is lucky he gets to. Has Donghyuck ever seen her come before?
Once her shakes fizzle out and her legs unlock from around his head, she grabs Jeno’s face to push him off her. “Donghyuck. Eyes,” she commands with a pant and a wave of her hand, dismissive.
Jeno leans up when she taps at his shoulder and finally gets a chance to see Donghyuck’s face again when Jaemin quickly stands up to grab a fresh pair of boxer briefs out of the dresser. His teeth are worrying his bottom lip and his cock is peeking out of the waistband of the pink panties like he was stroking at the tip while watching. Jeno gulps, goes to wipe Jaemin’s slick off his mouth and chin but is stopped by a strong hand on his wrist. Her grip isn’t as strong as his, but he always acts like it is. It always feels like it is.
“Donghyuck’s turn for his treat,” she says, like he’s supposed to know what that means. He looks at her confused. She just pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue and looks down at him before jabbing at Donghyuck’s shoulder with her nail. “Open, open.”
In a confusing blur of motion, Jaemin gestures impatiently with her chin at Jeno, she releases his wrist and then Donghyuck’s sweaty hands are on his shoulders and his tongue is dragging against his cheek. Jeno lets out a little yelp of surprise as he steadies himself with his hands on Donghyuck’s shoulders in return, heart rate ticking up and up and up.
Donghyuck’s tongue drags over his chin and grazes the corner of his mouth before their lips are pressed together, his friend kissing him with so much force that it makes his neck smart. So much so that Jeno actually uses his grip on Donghyuck’s narrow shoulders to push him back. He gasps in a breath when Donghyuck’s lips are ripped off his, but his friend barely gives him a second to breathe, fights Jeno’s grip to crash their lips together again. It’s more licking than kissing at first, all tongue and teeth, hungry. But then it melts into something that, again, Jeno didn’t expect. Something charged and deep, gaining momentum with each press of their lips and swipe of their tongues.
Weird, Jeno thinks for maybe the one hundredth time tonight. Weird, but…good.
Donghyuck’s kind of a good kisser. Kind of. Eager as anything, little plaintive whines spilling from his heart-shaped lips into Jeno’s plush ones. Jaemin’s hand suddenly appears at his back, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades and humming appreciatively, Jeno assumes, at the sight.
“Cute boys,” Jaemin coos. Not sharp, not condescending, not mean. Sweet, genuine, appreciative. “Pretty boys.”
Jeno groans and Donghyuck’s hands slide up from his shoulder to knit into Jeno’s hair to pull him even closer. Jeno kind of wants to open his eyes, to see what’s happening, to see what Donghyuck looks like this close up, to see the expression on Jaemin’s face. But he feels like if he does then the spell will break. Jaemin presses into his back, breasts pushing up against him, lips grazing his nape before biting down, hard. Like she wants attention, like she’s getting impatient.
“I think,” she says, trailing kisses and too-hard love bites down Jeno’s shoulders. “We’re ready. Hm?” She reaches between them to grab at Jeno’s hardening cock. Even after coming twenty minutes ago he’s practically filled out again, raring to go. “Touch his little cock and tell me if he’s ready,” she whispers into Jeno’s ear.
Donghyuck pulls back, lips swollen and eyes all kiss drunk, to whine, “Don’t say that!” He socks Jeno in the shoulder without any heat. “Not everyone can be packing like Jeno, that’s not fair.”
Jeno, to his own shock and horror, blushes and ducks his head, embarrassed and shy. His girlfriend nudges his arm, urging him into action. He shakily reaches between them and touches Donghyuck’s erection through the silky fabric, heart stuttering in his chest when he makes contact. The first time touching another guy’s dick, really, beyond childish nut-punches on the schoolyard.
Donghyuck really isn’t small by any means, decidedly average, but he fits into his palm perfectly. Donghyuck makes a little punched out sound when Jeno pushes the waistband of the panties down to lift it out, to squeeze it again and just take his time and feel. It’s hot in his hand, so hard it looks painful.
“I didn’t say jerk him off,” Jaemin chastises without any teeth. “But I don’t mind. I’m sure Donghyuck doesn’t. He hasn’t had another person touch his dick since last year.” She drapes herself over Jeno’s back to peer over and watch.
“D-don’t,” Donghyuck says with a sigh. “Stop making fun of me.”
“You like it,” Jeno laughs quietly, a smile tugging at his lips. Donghyuck makes a goofy face that makes Jeno laugh so hard he forgets he’s holding his dick in his hand until it jumps at the attention.
Man, Donghyuck really is a piece of work. Maybe he is, too.
“Okay, okay, playtime is over,” Jaemin says. “Donghyuck fingered himself before you got here, so he’s good to go. Right, cutie?”
She flicks Donghyuck’s nipple and he clutches at it with a soft “ow".”
Cute.
Donghyuck is…cute?
Jeno shakes his head, literally, like a wet dog, willing himself to get his head back in the game. Jaemin pats at Donghyuck’s butt as he repositions himself warily on the bed, shooting his wide eyes at her for her approval.
Eventually he lands on his back, a pillow shoved underneath his hips. Long nails trail up his honeyed thighs before snaking up and tugging down the panties slowly, teasingly. Jaemin looks over her shoulder at Jeno, all sexy and sultry, as she drags the panties down Donghyuck’s legs.
“I wanna watch,” Jaemin says with a smile as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear and settles on her knees beside Donghyuck. She slaps his knee excitedly, like he’s a used car she’s trying to sell Jeno for a bargain. “Just for a little bit.”
"I don’t know if I’m ready,” Donghyuck says warily, eyes on Jeno’s hard cock.
Jaemin shushes him with a finger to lips. “You’ll be fine, baby. You’ve taken bigger.”
Fragile ego on the defense, Jeno narrows his eyes at her. “Hm.”
“Oh, puppy, don’t look at me like that. You know that’s not what I mean.” Jeno shrugs, pouts, a little petty. Waiting for more consolation, even though he’s not really that mad, even though he knows what she meant. But still. His girlfriend shouldn’t be dismissing his size in front of his friends. Not cool. Jaemin grimaces and looks at Donghyuck for back up. “Tell him he has a nice dick.”
Donghyuck sputters, eyes still wide and brows still skyrocketed into his bangs. “No!” He closes his thighs like he’s worried Jaemin is going to land a slap onto his own dick in punishment for talking back. She doesn’t, but Donghyuck corrects himself, decides to listen to orders instead of tempting fate. “It’s a good dick! It’s fucking-that thing is huge, Jeno. I’m-”
“Now ask for it nicely,” Jaemin says, eyes roaming over Jeno’s naked body hungrily. Drinking in his unsure squirming, the way that his muscles are tensing from observation, the way his dick is bobbing and his balls are hanging fat and heavy between his legs. “Be lucky I’m not making you beg in front of your friend.”
Jeno is expecting another huff, another round of dramatics, but what he’s met with is filthier. Jaemin forces Donghyuck’s legs open as Donghyuck covers his eyes with one hand and asks for Jeno’s dick. Nicely.
“Please, can I please have it? I’ve been good, I’ve been good this whole time. Jaemin wants—I mean, I want you to fuck me. Please, Jeno, please fuck me,” he peers through his fingers, similar to how he did when he was mortified earlier, but this time his eyes gleam with want.
“I didn’t say you had to beg yet.” Jaemin giggled and pinched Donghyuck’s cheek affectionately. “Silly.”
Jeno looks at Jaemin, she nods. He looks at Donghyuck, he pouts. He looks down at his dick, it jumps. He looks at Donghyuck’s hole, for the first time, and it winks. Okay, yeah. Yeah. Fuck. He’s never done this before. Nerves start coursing through him, loud and unignorable.
But Donghyuck’s high-pitched whine cuts through the noise, “Please. Please, Jeno.”
On auto-pilot, Jeno shuffles between Donghyuck’s legs. He grabs his thighs before jumping back like he’d been burned. Can he do that? Can he touch Donghyuck? He looks at Jaemin for help, she nods seriously. He puts his hands back on Donghyuck’s thighs and gives a small squeeze, feels the plush of them between his fingers. Soft skin, impossibly soft. Like Jaemin’s, like a girl’s…
“Not a girl,” Donghyuck protests weakly.
So he said that out loud then. Right.
“Kind of a girl,” Jaemin challenges, excited and predatory. “Pretty girl wearing pretty panties. Is puppy gonna put his big cock in your cute little pussy?”
Donghyuck shakes his head vehemently and fights back against the hands pinching his cheeks and nipples. “Not a girl! And keep your weird pet play shit to yourselves, don’t involve me in that.”
Again, illusion ruined. Kind of. But not so much that it ruins the moment, if anything it helps put Jeno at ease as he lines his cock up with Donghyuck’s slick looking hole. It’s slightly swollen and circled by sparse hair. He follows the line of Donghyuck’s taint up to his balls, to his cock resting up on his stomach. So boy, so open and ripe for the taking. Jeno kind of wants to dip his fingers into his hole, but if Jaemin said he was ready, he was ready. And both of them will be a lot better off deferring to her.
Donghyuck gasps as Jeno rubs his tip at his entrance, shallowly pressing in to test the give, to watch it adapt to the gentle intrusion. His lithe body locks up, but Jaemin keeps her hold on his legs to make sure they’re spread for her boyfriend. Jeno braces himself with one hand on the mattress under Donghyuck’s armpit and grips his cock by the base to guide himself in. Into a boy he loved like a brother and thought was incredibly frustrating and annoying up until quite recently. Up until he saw him sprawled in his girlfriend’s bed wearing her pink underwear.
It goes in easy. Too easy. Shockingly easy. So easy that Jeno can’t help but slam in once he realizes Donghyuck’s body is welcoming him so warmly.
Donghyuck grunts and bites back a curse, grabbing at Jeno’s muscular forearms. If he were Jaemin he’d shove his hands off of him, but he’s not, so he lets Donghyuck clutch him as he begins fucking into him. Jeno groans, it feels good. It feels really good.
“Fuck,” he curses, totally sure that his face looks dumb in slack-jawed pleasure, but he can’t really find it in himself to care. “Wow-you…fuck.”
Jaemin raises herself on her knees to pet down Jeno’s flexing biceps and back, obviously relishing in the way his muscles are jumping under his skin. “He knows how to take it. So good at taking cock, Hyuckie.”
All Donghyuck offers is a punched out, “Eungh.”
Jaemin laughs through her nose and provides a comforting presence as Jeno starts building a rhythm.
He grabs at Donghyuck’s hips and thumbs at his hip bones. Donghyuck peers up at him through wet lashes, looking thoroughly debauched.
And he can’t help it, he starts slamming into him with purpose, knowing full well that even though he’s stretched open he should probably be letting him adjust the intrusion and his size. But Donghyuck’s not complaining. If anything he looks blissed out, making eyes at Jeno that are thoroughly unmooring.
“Fuck,” Jeno grunts again smartly.
He goes to lower himself, brace his weight on his forearm, follow the weird voice in his head that is urging him to duck down and press his lips against Donghyuck’s again, but jerks when long-nailed fingers slip between his butt cheeks to touch his own hole.
“You didn’t stretch yourself out, baby?” Jaemin asks, disapproval in her voice. Jeno stills, buried to the helm inside Donghyuck who is clenching hot tight around him.
“Don’t stop,” he slurs. “Why’d y’stop?”
Jaemin’s fingers retreat for a second before they return, lubed up. Shuddering into it, Jeno arches his back and grinds back on it. He knows how to take fingers, knows how to take silicone cock, it’s just a little harder to unclench and let go with a boy wrapped around his dick.
He experiments thrusting into Donghyuck and fucking himself back onto Jaemin’s fingers, long nails and all…and…and…
“Jaem! I can take it. Please fuck me,” he pleads, voice hushed and urgent.
Jaemin presses a kiss to his shoulder, smile burning into his skin. “Not too fast, baby. Make Donghyuck turn over. I know he’s basically a starfish but it’ll be easier.”
With maybe too much force and speed, Jeno pulls out and manhandles Donghyuck onto his front, ignoring his yelps and squawks.
“Hey!”
“Be quiet,” Jeno says with authority, surprising even himself. Lust is surging through him, buzzing under his skin and sending sparks through his veins and he needs Donghyuck to put his ass up so he can fuck him so Jaemin can fuck him. Immediately.
“Ooh, puppy’s giving orders,” Donghyuck props himself up on his forearms to look over his shoulder. “Somebody’s been promot-eungh.”
Jeno cuts him off by lifting his hips up and thrusting into him, burying himself to the base. He enjoys himself for a few minutes, sinking into Donghyuck’s heat over and over and over again as Jaemin gets into her harness and chooses a dildo for tonight.
Once she’s ready, Jaemin urges him to lean forward with a firm hand on his back. He looks back at her and lets her warm smile wash over him. She chose a modest sized dick for the strap this time, something slimmer and smaller than him. Around Donghyuck’s size.
He gasps as Jaemin sinks in, slowly, inch by maddening inch. His body takes it, accommodating her the way it always does.
After she’s nestled in, hands running up and down his sides, comforting and coaxing. He feels full, deliciously full.
Christ.
“Go for it, baby,” she says, reaching around to thumb at his pebbled nipples. “Work for it.”
Shakily, Jeno grips Donghyuck’s hips so hard his knuckles go white, thrusts into the boy and then back onto Jaemin’s strap. “Oh my god.”
“That’s right. Keep going.”
Donghyuck whines at the rough grip, at the unpaced thrusts, but he keeps himself arched and ready for fucking. Jaemin really had broken him in, it was impressive.
Not as good as Jeno, but still.
Jaemin gnaws on his nape as he selfishly chases his own pleasure, groaning each time his prostate gets stimulated and his cock gets sheathed.
Fuck, this is incredible. This is…is this why people have threesomes?
“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun.” Jaemin pats his ass cheerfully. “Bend over. It’s my turn.”
He slumps over Donghyuck, and only mildly cringes when he realizes how hot and sweaty the two of them are. Jaemin starts drilling into him from behind with a firm hand on his back, pushing the two boys closer and closer together.With each thrust, Jeno’s hips get hit forward, dick shoved further and further into Donghyuck’s hole. Both of them grunt with each thrust, it’s almost comical.
Jeno rests his head on Donghyuck’s shoulder and blinks dumbly when he realizes they’re now face to face. Donghyuck’s neck is craned weird, but so is his.
“Go on,” Jaemin urges, grabbing at the narrow of Jeno’s waist. “Put on a show.”
It’s Donghyuck’s turn to blink dumbly, but Jeno knows what Jaemin means, knows what she wants to see. He bridges the scant space between them and licks into Donghyuck’s mouth, swallowing down his moan of surprise.
“Aigooo, I knew you’d play well together. Cutie puppies.”
Jeno reaches around and fists Donghyuck’s cock, rubbing his thumb in the slit. Donghyuck whimpers and arches his back even further, like he’s trying to fuck himself back harder on Jeno’s cock to match his (Jaemin’s) thrusts.
It doesn’t take much for Donghyuck to spill in his hand, so worked up from opening himself up before Jeno even stepped foot in Jaemin’s apartment, from sucking him off, from getting split open. Jeno gets it, it’s a lot.
He comes trembling like a leaf, mewling into Jeno’s mouth and grabbing awkwardly at his hair.
His dick softens in Jeno’s grip, but when he goes to wipe his hand on...something, maybe the sheets, Jaemin interrupts.
“Make him eat it.” It’s said with a cruel smile.
Donghyuck closes his eyes, pained, but opens his mouth like a good listener.
Jaemin continues to grind filthy circles into Jeno as he feeds his come covered fingers into Donghyuck’s wet mouth. He hums around his fingers and sucks, then keeps suckling as Jeno grinds into him.
“Is it okay? Does it hurt? I don’t wanna-”
Donghyuck shakes his head dismissively, holds Jeno’s wrist to force his fingers even further inside until he’s practically petting the very back of his tongue.
It makes Jeno go cross-eyed. He comes making a noise he hopes Donghyuck never mentions or remembers, something broken and needy and pained and blissed out. Jaemin sweet talks him through it. Tells him he’s good. Tells him he’s perfect.
Something he gets to hear every time he comes. He wonders if Donghyuck is jealous, if he ever craves the same thing.
It’s kind of awkward after, pulling his softening cock out of Donghyuck’s hole.
Fuck, he hadn’t even put a condom on or anything, never even drizzled some extra lube on. His friend really let him rawdog him like that without complaint. It’s kind of hot, the way Donghyuck let himself get degraded and used like that.
Jeno realizes he must be staring in some sort of wonder when Donghyuck shoots him a weirded out look, a face that says Chill out, bro, what are you looking at?
Oh right, Donghyuck is here for Jaemin, not him.
But that’s why he’s here, too.
He almost forgot.
Jaemin nuzzles into his neck, making her presence known and inescapable as she playfully ruts inside him again and bites his neck.
“That was so hot,” she says lowly. “You came so hard it almost made me jealous.” Jeno flushes and scoffs.
“Donghyuck go clean up. No yucky boys in bed.” She slaps at Donghyuck’s ass as he crawls of the bed with a grumble. “You too, puppy. Go make sure Donghyuck doesn’t steal my dirty underwear from the hamper.”
“Ha, ha,” Donghyuck jeers. “So funny, Donghyuck’s so pathetic. I’ll have you know I matched with like, five girls on Tinder this week.”
Jaemin nods solemnly. “Jeno, how many girls did you use to match with every week?” Jeno opens his mouth to answer (twenty-five) but Jaemin cuts him off before he gets a chance. “Actually, don’t wanna know.”
Donghyuck snickers as he pulls his actual pair of underwear on, tossed somewhere to the side of the bed earlier. Jeno kinda misses the panties. “Heh, that backfired on you, huh? Does Jaemin get jealous?” He looks at Jeno like he just got ammunition, like he’s just been let in on a dirty secret.
Jeno shudders. “Don’t push it.”
Donghyuck giggles as they pad to the bathroom together, “Dude, if I try to kiss you in public do you think she’d go ballistic? Would you get in trouble? Would puppy have to go in time out?”
Jeno knocks him into the doorframe with his shoulder, moving past him to grab a washcloth.
“Maybe you’d get in trouble, I’d probably just get fucked really hard, so I think you’d be the loser in the situation.”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You two are so freaky.”
“You’re one to talk. You’re the one who begs to be used like a human toilet.”
The color drains from Donghyuck’s face as he makes eye contact with Jeno in the small mirror above the sink. “She told you about that?” He shrieks.
Jeno shakes his head, fights back a smile. “She showed me.”
Donghyuck reaches his hands up and knits them in his hair, pulling at his own roots in distress. “That’s not cool! Not cool, bro!”
Jeno claps him on the shoulder before pulling him into an oddly fond half-hug. “Don’t worry about it. I get it. She tends to have that effect on people.”
Donghyuck grimaces and they silently towel themselves off and take turns pissing. It’s easy, natural. Like they were sleeping over, no funny business, just another game night.
When they return to Jaemin’s bedroom with her sprawled out on the bed carelessly flicking through Donghyuck’s phone, Jeno wonders how he could’ve almost forgotten.
“Jeno! Help me. I forgot how much fun this is.” Jeno crawls next to her with a smile and watches as she swipes through Donghyuck’s Tinder. “I changed your profile, Donghyuck, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Depends…” Donghyuck says warily, stretching himself out next to Jeno. “You’re making me nervous.”
Jaemin smiles at Jeno evilly before schooling her face to look at Donghyuck beside him.
“Now what have I ever done to make you nervous?”
CODA
“Fuck no.” Donghyuck holds the phone to his ear as he picks up his laundry basket and walks it to his bedroom. “Absolutely not.”
“Donghyuck,” Jaemin says lowly, affronted. “Give it some thought, at least.”
“I’m not…I’m not some toy for you and Jeno to play with in bed, I’m a person.”
“What!?” She sounds exasperated, like her blood pressure is rising. It makes Donghyuck smirk, he’s glad she can’t see it. “What are you talking about!? Don’t use that tone with me.”
He rolls his eyes, dumping the freshly dried clothes on his bedspread, neatly made. Jaemin has had a huge impact on his life, in ways that she might not even realize. He doesn’t let his shirts wrinkle sitting in the drier for days anymore, he has a skincare routine, he’s on dating apps and he’s even getting matches now because of his haircut and…ability to talk to women like a normal person. Kind of. He’s still working on it.
Jaemin’s also trained him to get a hair trigger boner whenever she bats her lashes which is really inconvenient on dates with cute girls. He’s borderline too excited around pretty girls now, maybe.
“Do I have to spell it out to you? I don’t. Want to fuck. Jeno.”
Jaemin scoffs. “That’s ridiculous. Of course you do. Jeno’s the hottest guy you know, barring, like, Mark. And you wouldn’t be fucking him, he’d be fucking you. Only I get to fuck Jeno, you should know better. Ugh, why are you fighting me on this, I thought you’d be thrilled, you’re being so annoying right now.”
Donghyuck sputters, waving his hands around, gesturing to the empty room like it’s a part of the conversation, “What are you talking about!? I don’t even…swing like that, mostly. I mean… I am not-I’ve never, ever thought about Jeno like that. Be serious. That’s gross. There’s no way Jeno would even want to fuck me, even if I was into guys, or whatever. Yeah, no. No.”
There’s buzzing silence on the other end. Donghyuck rubs his chest, when did his heart start banging against his chest this hard?
“Hello?” Donghyuck asks, looking at his phone for a beat to make sure the call didn’t drop. “Jaemin?”
“Donghyuck,” Jaemin drawls, and his skin breaks out in goosebumps. It’s the voice. Her voice. The one she does when she has him pinned beneath her, nails digging into the tender skin of his throat.“Don’t lie to me. I know you want to fuck Jeno. You have at least two functioning brain cells to rub together, you’re not blind.”
Donghyuck scoffs weakly. “I don’t know…”
“Just think about it, Donghyuckie,” she purrs. “Finally, you can finally get dicked down by a big, pretty cock. A real cock. You want that, I know you want that. You’re so good sucking on my strap, imagine getting the real thing. My Jeno would fuck you so good.”
It makes Donghyuck swallow thickly, the thought. The image. Images. Jaemin. Jeno. Jaemin and Jeno. Jaemin’s pink strap and Jeno’s…Jeno’s undeniably big cock.
He’s seen it, he knows. They’ve changed in front of each other countless times, of course Donghyuck snuck a look, are you kidding?
Plus there was that one time in college when Jeno accidentally showed him one of his dick pics and Donghyuck had ripped the phone out of his hands to get a better look… It was a monster, okay. It was big. Jeno was hung. It made Donghyuck burn with jealousy but also made his stomach feel weird.
“Donghyuck,” Jaemin snaps when he doesn’t say anything in return, lost in thought about her boyfriend’s package. “Think about it. Call me when you decide.”
And with that the line goes dead, and Donghyuck’s left to his own devices, splayed out amongst his warm, clean clothes. With his hand in his pants.
Fuck, when did he get hard?